Post by Arrow Rinehart on Jun 8, 2018 12:08:48 GMT -8
Hi Hi, I'm Arrow Rinehart! Adventuring fox and Ruins explorer when I can be. I just wanted to start a little spot to drop off some of my work. It may mostly be poetry, the bread and butter of mine, as I adore it and almost breathe it out some days.
These are of course, varying forms of poetry, but mostly freeverse style of writing, I just thought about it and decided to get some of my work out there. As I think it'd be best, feel free to view, comment or anything! Hold nothing back, because criticism is a welcome thing for me. There's always something to take in and absorb. Anyways, here we go! I start off with a little dark narrative, one that came to me while I was walking home some time ago.
Here it is, the very first post, please enjoy it!
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Of a two faced mire
An area most unsafe and of such repute
Savvy minds are wise to avoid this place, where goblins roam
Places where shadows dance and strange voices lure
Such a location puts a pit into despair
That lurking sink where double talk is normal
Two faced is the culture breathed
A clouded mirror in the distance shines back on the place
Where the light is from below and refractive, not reflective
Confusion is the way to walk and roam, travel be restricted only by focus
Fail to realize here what can be matched
When trying to leave what is best? Does one choose to embrace what has befallen them?
Questions that may mount do not hide from the one necessary trooth
Within the mire there is no sanctity for the heart of being
But there is a truth that one discovers that may be
Hidden by confusion and the cloudy mirrored dreams
A secret that stands at the base of the proverbial ridge of doubt
Is that with ever two faced mire, there is a true space underlying the falsehoods
A truth merely waiting to be found.
These are of course, varying forms of poetry, but mostly freeverse style of writing, I just thought about it and decided to get some of my work out there. As I think it'd be best, feel free to view, comment or anything! Hold nothing back, because criticism is a welcome thing for me. There's always something to take in and absorb. Anyways, here we go! I start off with a little dark narrative, one that came to me while I was walking home some time ago.
Here it is, the very first post, please enjoy it!
--
Of a two faced mire
An area most unsafe and of such repute
Savvy minds are wise to avoid this place, where goblins roam
Places where shadows dance and strange voices lure
Such a location puts a pit into despair
That lurking sink where double talk is normal
Two faced is the culture breathed
A clouded mirror in the distance shines back on the place
Where the light is from below and refractive, not reflective
Confusion is the way to walk and roam, travel be restricted only by focus
Fail to realize here what can be matched
When trying to leave what is best? Does one choose to embrace what has befallen them?
Questions that may mount do not hide from the one necessary trooth
Within the mire there is no sanctity for the heart of being
But there is a truth that one discovers that may be
Hidden by confusion and the cloudy mirrored dreams
A secret that stands at the base of the proverbial ridge of doubt
Is that with ever two faced mire, there is a true space underlying the falsehoods
A truth merely waiting to be found.