Report, edit, etc...Posted by Screwed on 2006-03-17 at 04:47:03
My portruding fingers
Beside a thread of hope lingers
The thread is no wool
Itself has no shape or rule
I myself is such fool
How do you grip onto nothing?
--Screwed
Beside a thread of hope lingers
The thread is no wool
Itself has no shape or rule
I myself is such fool
How do you grip onto nothing?
--Screwed
Report, edit, etc...Posted by fm47 on 2006-03-21 at 02:15:00
what's with the "Screwed" thinger?
I can somewhat picture the message, but the technique seem to be kicking my ass on that. The first verse is a beat off, the second just keeps rhyming on the same thing. Personal opinions.
I can somewhat picture the message, but the technique seem to be kicking my ass on that. The first verse is a beat off, the second just keeps rhyming on the same thing. Personal opinions.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Screwed on 2006-03-21 at 04:43:18
Yeah, thanks for the comment. I kind of rushed this one. xD Sometimes I get an idea but I find it hard to convey the message the way I want it too.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by fm47 on 2006-03-21 at 13:03:30
Ah, I get those all the time >_< All this poem needs is refinement, otherwise, it's pretty nice 