had to post just to say congrats to my good friend zstrike on loyal!! and thought i would post a couple poems of mine as of late When Words Fight Back When Words Fight Back by ~Kumbric on deviantART Your head is a cat As it lays in my lap; Mayhap it will listen to me As i talk, or just catch some z's As cats tend to do. And after it's nap As i stroke it's fur, it begins to-- But wait, you can't purr! Oh no! Someone help! This metaphor's running astray! Even worse, the similes are entering the fray! Like fire they come, quick as lightning! Now no one can stop them from this fighting! But fighting whom? Who's their foe? A face, it hasn't one to show, But for a screen, brightly lit, Draining your mind, bit by bit. That poem you were writing? It is no more, for it closes a door when you turn on a screen, and away your thoughts careen. The stanzas, the words, All fall apart to this leech Stealing away your figures of speech But now they can fight, for I have inspired-- To be free - roam the page, is the word's one desire. Eureka! Eureka by ~Kumbric on deviantART Have you ever done yoga on a mountain top? A view so beautiful, it’ll make your heart stop. Then descended down to a small round lake? It’s something for which I would put my life at stake. Picture this; you and fourteen other friends – Those of whom you would follow until the end, Taking a trip, a voyage, into the untamed, And for six days, you won’t be seen again. No stereotypes here, save for the brave. All here to have fun, it’s what my heart craves. As I ponder and think, about our snaking path, Slithering to where, a clue we haven’t hath. Have you ever dove into a spring of icy water? As you break the waves, you become its fodder. Then the shock hits you and your chest freezes up. As you try to get out, a scream erupts. Falling asleep in beargrass, so bumpy and rough. A plate of sweet blueberries for when you wake up? Well, tough. Go find them yourself, but even so, Your friends will want them, so keep it on the down-low. Oh, what great friends, Oh, what a life. Worry not about trends, live without strife. Wake up each morning to crisp, cool air, Comb with your fingers your knotted hair. Have you ever dined on outmeal for five days straight? Well, you’re not missing out... it’s not that great. Oh, but the rest of it, what a life to lead. Of the outside world, you needn’t take heed. sorry ive been so busy as of late, not able to get on here.. i wish i could but i havent had much to say.. maybe just a lack of inspiration and an income of social obligations