Anoni's Writing

[anoni]

I see blue eyes,
focused with pupils sharp,
focused in the future,
I see not art.

I see the reflection,
A great ambition,
Opportunities flood,
but they lack inspiration,

I see a face,
stoic in its nature,
gazed and aloof,
the face of rapture.

I see something lost,
And something gained,
with all the pleasures,
I still see the pain.

I see confusion,
I see intrusion,
I see infusion,
I see pollution

I see I am blind,
These ideas cloud my mind,
I don't see the present,
and what I've left behind.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Good work buddy, nice to see you still have time for a little for some introspection set to rhyme.

[Brisky]

I have to say I don't quite fully understand the meaning of the first two parts, but honestly, the last three bits are kinda kickass!

[anoni]

A great fire burns in the sky,
Yet silent and terrifying I see,
A creation of a destruction,
With only a pane of glass protecting me.

Bolts of red hot metal scatter,
invisible men flash behind my eyes,
Seeing all of them burn in agony,
My smile of contempt my disguise.

I see the weight I have created,
hanging over me like a neutron star,
The world shackled by my inventions,
Humanities achievements sure have come far.

In chaos the world has truly become MAD
In order the worlds wars will become cold
For in the brightest of lights, I see the darkest of shadows
I have become death, destroyer of worlds.

[anoni]

How much have we lost in the ripples of time?
How much have we lost that never was mine?
Can we go forward, is it even possible?
To move forward in what can only be a spiral?

The fires of hate burns men alive,
As the winds of torment strips them of pride,
The earth of intolerance intolerant of tolerance,
With the sea of sadness pushing back the aberrance,

Oh lord, oh god, oh **censor**, oh man,
Is this the duty of all of this land?
To kill and rape and sow the seeds
Of angst and hate that are the weeds?

The weeds of society both men, women,
children and other so intricately woven,
That in the end all there is is nothing,
nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.

Nothing but our memory for no one to hear,
Nothing but the emotion we left to bare,
How much have we lost through the ripple of time?
How much of that despair is now becoming mine?