Poem [self-recorded poem]

[Poisonpunk3]

Flowing ink, the pin of feather
once again it struck the paper.
Pulsing all my being's telling
Rather should it all be dwelling.

crossing paper, tears in one
reminiscing of my sun
can it bring itself to write
the inner's sharing all it's light.

I've written which and what had came
burnt it with the candles flame
the ink has dried on it and lain
gone, it's gone again.

-Poisonpunk3

 

[Poisonpunk3]

It ain't corny shut yo ass up. Don't dnr.

 

[Poisonpunk3]

bump

 

[Poisonpunk3]

Haven't written one of these in a while.

 

[trvechud]

Sing, Goddess, Achilles' rage,
Black and murderous, that cost the Greeks
Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls
Of heroes into Hades' dark,
And left their bodies to rot as feasts
For dogs and birds, as Zeus' will was done.
Begin with the clash between Agamemnon--
The Greek warlord--and godlike Achilles.

Which of the immortals set these two
At each other's throats?
Apollo
Zeus' son and Leto's, offended
By the warlord. Agamemnon had dishonored
Chryses, Apollo's priest, so the god
Struck the Greek camp with plague,
And the soldiers were dying of it.