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This is my story
It took me a while to understand that
Complaining won't change things for me
I really can't afford to cry
I'm stuck in a strange land I don't know
Full of customs and fears I cannot grasp
They think the toxin has screwed up my head
It's for the best that I play out my part
The islanders welcomed me kindly enough
But I can't help but feel out of this world
I have broken taboo for a woman I don't know
Unlike my father I can't walk away
I've noticed how they watch me with curious eyes
My words gave birth to suspicion and pity
And yet the summoner's gaze bores through my chest
When I catch her looking she simply smiles
It seems I've been enlisted on some kind of quest
The one man I knew just faded away
I've met few so inviting so I'm tagging along
Perhaps I'll be able to find my way home
Most of the others seem to think I'm quite immature
But I keep my real thoughts and feelings inside
I must admit that I'm excited for the adventure to come
Why does this lovely summoner stick by my side?
When the sun goes down the page will be turned
I dream of a Zanarkand so bright and alive
Though I'm homesick I don't mind this world so far
Maybe tomorrow they'll see things through my eyes
It took me a while to understand that
Complaining won't change things for me
I really can't afford to cry
I'm stuck in a strange land I don't know
Full of customs and fears I cannot grasp
They think the toxin has screwed up my head
It's for the best that I play out my part
The islanders welcomed me kindly enough
But I can't help but feel out of this world
I have broken taboo for a woman I don't know
Unlike my father I can't walk away
I've noticed how they watch me with curious eyes
My words gave birth to suspicion and pity
And yet the summoner's gaze bores through my chest
When I catch her looking she simply smiles
It seems I've been enlisted on some kind of quest
The one man I knew just faded away
I've met few so inviting so I'm tagging along
Perhaps I'll be able to find my way home
Most of the others seem to think I'm quite immature
But I keep my real thoughts and feelings inside
I must admit that I'm excited for the adventure to come
Why does this lovely summoner stick by my side?
When the sun goes down the page will be turned
I dream of a Zanarkand so bright and alive
Though I'm homesick I don't mind this world so far
Maybe tomorrow they'll see things through my eyes
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
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left
there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
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don't you stop 'til you know you're gone
the bone-flutes are flooding out my lucidity.
nothing makes sense, but everything belongs.
the sheets are oily and hot on my skin.
exhausted, i try to escape,
only to drop out of reality and through the floors.
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This poem describes what I think Tidus was thinking during his brief stay on the isle of Besaid. Obviously I've played the game multiple times.. but I feel there was more to Tidus then was shown during this period of the game. I believe he just played the part, and kept most of his inner thoughts to himself.
This poem portrays him as a young man who's been thrown into a new world. Which is exactly what happened with Tidus. I like to think I did a good job with it, so I hope you enjoy it.
This poem portrays him as a young man who's been thrown into a new world. Which is exactly what happened with Tidus. I like to think I did a good job with it, so I hope you enjoy it.
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You just made a poem about a vid game. Congratulations, you are a total geek. XD