Careless Whisper Posted April 12, 2009 Report Share Posted April 12, 2009 The fear tastes the same as it wasOn that stormy nightAnd on the day of the dawn. Ravished by the black foreverOn the edge of what was and what were.A fear that shall never grow bitter. Upon this day of which has brokenMany lives, which I have unspoken,I managed to taste a different torment.That fear tasted not like what fear should haveBut tasted better than before.A fear of which, I actually enjoyed. Forever I was intriqued, for I thought it impossibleAs such a fear could never be,Nor could it ever interest.Racing, my mind was, deeply intriqued by this fear.Unmistakable, it was, that this fear could be enjoyed,For its quality quitely surprised. Mastering this fear was of no interest,Nor was escaping it.I wanted it, I desired it.However, thus fear moved on and cast me aside,For the next fortunate soul to abide.Lo', How I long for that fear to return. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azmodius Posted April 13, 2009 Report Share Posted April 13, 2009 lolpoems on a forum about a childrens card games. but nice poem man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Careless Whisper Posted April 14, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 lolpoems on a forum about a childrens card games. but nice poem man. Lol, Oh well.. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Blud Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 Just curious. What was the fear you felt when you wrote this? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Careless Whisper Posted April 14, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 I didn't feel the fear. One of my friends, (anonymous name) is afraid of the truth, yet he loves it when the truth is told at the same time. It's a paradox theme for a poem, so I was comelled to write about it. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Blud Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 Ahh, that "backstage fear" thing, I call it? Yeah, you fear it before you even come across it, and your not when you do. I get that all the time. Great to see you writing, Avanz. :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Careless Whisper Posted April 14, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 Ahh' date=' that "backstage fear" thing, I call it? Yeah, you fear it before you even come across it, and your not when you do. I get that all the time. Great to see you writing, Avanz. :D[/quote'] Lol. Isn't it so ironic that we fear truth, yet love its existance anyway? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Final Fantasy Revolution Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 The fear tastes the same as it wasOn that stormy nightAnd on the day of the dawn. Ravished by the black foreverOn the edge of what was and what were.A fear that shall never grow bitter. Upon this day of which has brokenMany lives' date=' which I have unspoken,I managed to taste a different torment.That fear tasted not like what fear should haveBut tasted better than before.A fear of which, I actually enjoyed. Forever I was [b']intrigued[/b], for I thought it impossibleAs such a fear could never be,Nor could it ever interest.Racing, my mind was, deeply intrigued by this fear.Unmistakable, it was, that this fear could be enjoyed,For its quality quitely surprised. Mastering this fear was of no interest,Nor was escaping it.I wanted it, I desired it.However, thus fear moved on and cast me aside,For the next fortunate soul to abide.Lo', How I long for that fear to return. Minor spelling mistakes will not stand!Lol, just kidding. Anyway, this was a good poem and made me think of the irony in life that we all have. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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