June 11, 200917 yr The Lone Traveller Men fight hard in the plains known as life As the dead awaken, they spark the light. War continues until the final shot goes off And in this last hour, when the flesh goes soft It begins to fall from the dead peoples bones And the lone traveller, the victor, roams. The end is nigh, the dark is here Mayhap the traveller sate all our fears As the dead all rise from the warzones grounds They enter the city making groaning sounds The lone traveller looks up from the bar As people all scream and run to the stars He stands from the stool, finishes his drink Follows the smell, that rotten stink. He kills his fellow man, brought back from hell As then, rings, a mighty bell. The midnight train passes, makes the Earth shake Midnight seals the lone travellers fate. Here There be Dead The fitful screams The righteous cries A land undone Must fight till the other dies. Our brothers fight on opposite sides. Running across the fields all night Cannons go off, kill our men Horses all gallop, men with swords in their hands A war that no one can predict who will win. The Southerners want to keep their slaves The Northern opposes, hates the south's ways. Here be the dead those in blue, those in red Lincoln for the North Davis for the South In Gettysburg they will fight till the other gets out. I ran I ran along the lavatory I never thought I'd meet a man like you Meet a man like you With thinning hair and a missing eye The kind of eye that looks all over you looks all over you And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from that nasty fate But couldn't get away A tangle of hair appears above your head The kind that could grab you could grab you. The hair is coming nearer still It's about to entangle you entangle you And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from that nasty fate but couldn't get away. Pulled out a knife to get you away But didn't want to pay for the puncture wound for the puncture wound You open your mouth to talk to me Ask me where the toilet papers at in the bathroom in the bathroom And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from those poopy stains I finally got away. Fruit Punch How were we created? Was it by a god who just thought us up and made us appear? Was it by a giant explosion that would create the Earth, as well as the molecules necessary for human life? Was it by a giant floating spaghetti who hates us because we killed off the pirates? It has always been a matter of debate, a matter many lives have been lost over. But, one thing is certain, we still have fruit punch. Think of that red juice, combining various fruits like apples and oranges together in a blend of fruity goodness that any god would drink heartily. Fruit Punch is simply a way for whoever created us to tell us "Hey, you all are different fruits, why not come together in a bottle packaged by Haiwaiin Punch until you are in sweet harmony?" Of course, their are many bad fruits that get stuck in the fruit punch, and they ruin the most perfect punch the world has to offer. It is difficult to grasp my meaning, but I am pretty sure you can understand this much: Americans are Apples Brits are Grapes The Chinese are Mangos Let's sing the song of fate! The Earth was started long ago By a celestial being, I don't know! But if there was a god he had one thing in mind He wanted us to be a fruit punch so divine! Japanese are cherries Russians are plums The Spanish are Oranges God wanted us to be a drink better than rum! We may all be different in our unique ways But so are the flavors of that drink If we work together, and start to love each other We would be a most fantastic drink! So let's all get together we know what to do Let's make friends with each other and make the finest brew Let's all sit together, tell stores to each other And make that most amazing red drink! I do not mean blood, which seems to keep being shed When we get together, we all seem to be dead Let's all sit together, and hold each others hands By the power of the diversity in each of us fruits We will not kill each other and steal each others loot. God will look down at us and grab our bottle dump a bit in a cup over some ice He will drink us down and will start to shine "The best drink in the world is actually mine!" He'll chug the rest of us fruits and start to sing "I can't believe those humans have stopped fighting! I'll go to Earth and surprise them all!" That's when he'll relize that he just drank us all And then he will say: "What a fantastic fruit punch they are!" Also, don't think that I'm done with the Lone Traveller...
June 20, 200917 yr The Lone Traveller Men fight hard in the plains known as life As the dead awaken, they spark the light. War continues until the final shot goes off And in this last hour, when the flesh goes soft It begins to fall from the dead peoples bones And the lone traveller, the victor, roams. The end is nigh, the dark is here Mayhap the traveller sate all our fears As the dead all rise from the warzones grounds They enter the city making groaning sounds The lone traveller looks up from the bar As people all scream and run to the stars He stands from the stool, finishes his drink Follows the smell, that rotten stink. He kills his fellow man, brought back from hell As then, rings, a mighty bell. The midnight train passes, makes the Earth shake Midnight seals the lone travellers fate. I started picturing something along the lines of Stephen King's The Dark Tower. It's an interesting concept. I'd keep working on it. Remember your possessive nouns: people's, traveler's, etc. There are a few places I found confusing. "The plains of life" went over my head. Was this a metaphor for something? You use a couple of archaic words (nigh, mayhap) for what I'm guessing is to make it "sound" poetic. For me, it's distracting. "As people all scream and run to the stars" I didn't understand that. The stars? :-s The ending also is a little puzzling. What is the midnight train that seals the traveller's fate, and makes the Earth shake?
June 20, 200917 yr Author The train makes the Earth shake Running to the stars basically means they were running for their lives (only word I could rhyme). And the plains of life thing was supposed to make it sound a lot more complex than it actually is. I am not a great poet, I enjoy writing much more.
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