TT's Dramatic Writings

[TrappedTime]

You saw the title right.
I will now be doing writings, they're like poems but they're not in lines, err, yeah lines...
Have fun!

Rocky Falls And Smooth Liftings

Falling.
Gazing into the horizon.
Sharp edges, and cuts and bruises.
Losing thought in the horizon.

I feel pain, suffering.
Nothing can help me now.
But one man. One savior.
God. But how?

Decelleration, my only hope.
Finally, a stop sign.
Hair finally going down, not up.
Still staring into that horizon line.

Oh what joy,
the mountain changing into a bubble.
Sliding upwards.
No more skin piercing rubble.

Going up, that horizon turning yellow.
Blue for sad, yellow for happy.
Ooh, cleansing my soul, sliding up.
I'm finally feeling happy.

The top, not so far.
My life is in for great fittings.
Oh the pain and joy,
Of rocky falls and smooth liftings.

[TrappedTime]

The Button Machine 1

The button machine.
Am I a fool?
Pushing, figuring it out.
Thinking of it in school.

Does it make sense, to look only, not to feel?
To press those buttons, not.
But one day, I did.
But I didn't get caught.

My mind, a safe haven for thoughts.
The machine carefuly built, hours upon hours in the making.
This machine, so fabulous and wonderful,
Though I am only faking.

Yellow, create yellow things.
2, create two things.
More and more,
World filled with things.

The button machine.
What a wonderful piece of art.
So many things to see.
Making me feel joy, in the center of my heart.

The button machine.
Oh what a great day tis be.

[TrappedTime]

What Is A Bird?

What is a bird?
Is it a machine?
Maybe just sticks that use wind.
But not to be mean.

It soars into the sky.
The wings spread like a buffet.
Hair ever so gentle.
Much more can I say.

Is it an organism?
Something that lives.
It feeds off of flowers, taking.
But making children, life it gives.

A special creature that glides.
Cutting air.
Beady black eyes.
A sweet stare.

What is a bird?
Is it love?
Sparrows, penguins, finches.
A dove.

What is a bird?
A bird is a beautiful organism.

[TrappedTime]

A Useless Thought Always Counts

A useless thought.
Floating around, nothing more.
It's okay to be lost.
But nothing more.

Leaping from head to head.
Trying to find a home.
Nothing can stop it.
It'll be all alone.

But one day.
It findsone special place.
Stopped in its tracks.
It stops its pace.

The head of one fellow.
Smart, and cute.
He caught this one thought.
Not giving it the boot.

A useless thought.
Always finds a home.
No matter where.
Never to be forever alone.

[spookyghost]

Cool and touching poems : D

[TrappedTime]

You wrote in my topic.

You wrote in my topic.
Without peace.
No rhyme or rythm.
No peace.

Must a poem you make.
Speech impedence I say.
But when posting in this topic.
A poem make, you shall, not may.

[spookyghost]

Okay I will.
But isn't this your topic
to write your thoughtful
thoughts in?

I cannot make much
rhyme nor reason,
but I shall try when posting
in your topic of poems
oh TBG one.

[TrappedTime]

Which Way To Nowhere?

I'm lost.
But how could that be?
No one here but me.
Just me.

Which way to the city?
Left, you say?
I'm gonna be here for a while....
More than a day.

Does it matter?
A map? No thanks.
Just need to find somewhere.
Anywhere at all, no map, no thanks.

Which way to nowhere?
I must be somewhere.
Am I right here?
Or over there?

Where.
I'm there.

[TrappedTime]

Light Some Ice On Fire And Sublime It

Let's dance.
Dance into the dark.
The angles sing.
They sing, now hark.

Mother of all, light the ice and sublime it.
Dance in the dark and vanish with no trace.
Should I be here?
Maybe, but what about the race.

So soon to leave the ball room.
Crystal walls and all.
The ice vanishing.
You too, this dangerous ball.

We dance with mystery.
Not knowing how we feel.
But somehow.
This dance we need to seal.

The ice is gone.
The lady, not here.
Finally, the crystals crashing into air.
The ball is over, now let's get out of here.

Light the ice and sublime it.
Much to watch, but nothing when it's over.
That woman, she danced, and vanished.
How I loathed her.

I lit the ice.
I sublimed it.
The ball ended.
Now I must forget it.

[TrappedTime]

*I may make some short poems from now on*

Crying Air

My tears,
They have fallen down.
Nothing will make me happy.
This un-readable frown.

Something caused this.
Reversable, not.
It is an invisible emotion.
Something not sought.