I've noticed more and more how much I like to make up random peotry (mostly pessimistic ones =p)... here's a 52 line free verse that I composed for school. Nothing special... its just that this poem is the only poem i've ever written where i've gotten inspiration to write: SUMMER'S SNOW by h4z3r1d3r (or Chris ^^) Reliving these fragments in my mind, You seemed close enough to reach, But too far to touch in light's Withering grasp on these poetic planes. You were standing there so peacefully under those filtering Clouds, in the midst of the waving grass carpeting these fickle fields Completely bathed in a warming sunlight, brushing Back your hair so softly and serenely. Baffled I was, staring for the longest Time at your beautiful back, Thinking of the words you had just Said so easily, gaping at their meaning. What is will become what was, But what was will never become what is again. These events long gone from reality still Remain in pitiful pieces inside my conscience. The passion that collides within me, The feelings, the thoughts that burn without mercy. There is no way to see a cease To the seething fire that severs my feeble hold on reality. What is the sound of one hand clapping? There is none, it requires the other So they become a pair, a duo, a covetable couple clasped Tightly into one another. I created waterfalls thinking about you. I became a glass without its essence; In a world dominated by one lost wondering soul, A candlelight smothered by shadows. In your mind, my name is but a shadow On the face of the moon. Small, unnoticeable, yet ever present, ever lurking; Just like the voice of a distant star. Your figure in these grassy fields, Your fragrance in the soft breeze, Your voice in the silent air, Your touch in the tip of my fingers. My eyes showed a longing for something, I know not what it is or what it meant; But tell me one thing, Did it start with hello or goodbye? Like everything, romantic happiness is short-lived And the world shades with dulling colours. We met early in the morning, And parted deep into the night. Like an untended fire, My passion went out slowly; But like cinder, This fire can be easily restored anew. Winter approaches; Time goes on and so do I. For when snow melts, Those flurry flakes become summer once again. Short entry... nothing else to talk about =p