Alright, since a lot of people come around these parts, I'd like to see what you make of some of my written works. This'll be the one thread that I will continuosly post on. Poetry is something that I love to do and feedback is much appreciated.
If you read, please tell me what you thought, and what your personal interpretation was. :D
Let's start it off with my first written sonnet, which I thought I had to do for homework in English (I didn't really, but it turned out awesome).
Thanks. :D
Beneath the Floor
Time to take a look, past the web and dust,
This life is all dimensions—forgotten
Lies take on the form of ghosts, without trust;
But there is the Thinker, thinking rotten
Thoughts that linger back and forth, finding faith.
Digging deeper, searching for the headless;
It worms its way through time, through frozen space,
Around stars, suns, slaves, hiding from success.
Finally found, the answer lies in cracks,
Inside a mirror of a mirror, glass
And body impeding a hand of black;
Tempting, touching, but the truth has no mass.
The Thinker thinking upon a glass floor,
Not the while knowing his mind and more.