Looking good

Yay! Looks like this blog is getting off to a good start. :-) Once you start posting several more times in future it'll be come to you and it'll get better. No worries on the posting part then yeah?

Anyways I guess I can start by posting a poem I wrote a few years ago when I was 16 or 17, I can't remember but I know it was inspired by 'The Road not Taken' by Robert Frost which I had to study in high school for Literature class. The structure doesn't follow strictly to the traditional type of poems and perhaps might not remind others so much of the original poem. But oh well.

Tell me what you think. ;-)

The Red Path

Walking steadily on the red lane
Thinking of your nonexistence
Oh how it has affected me so
Scraping against the harsh dirt path
My soles are hardening with time
The surface is thinning just like my soul

Growing together with time
The trees never age nor die
Dried up inside invisible to the eye
Only by its outer shell can you see the pain
Leaves fell due to shouting winds
Flowers bloom thank you singing bees

Crunch goes the brittle twigs
How easy is your life you have no idea
Living off father time and mother nature
You live of them growling at their incompetence
Nurturing your little bodies feeding your indulgence
Only to be broken by the hundreds whips of Storm

Reigning behind the shadows on his throne
With his scissors it goes snip, snip
Entangle the many knots on earth she does not need
Throwing the spare to the waste and the recycle
In the Waste there shall they rot in the ashes
The Recycle will they reincarnate for the better

I return to reality that I do not fancy
Crawling out of the shadows I face the sun
You give me strength even when you’re not here
Come troubling times come raging storms
Disaster will leave Triumph will be mine
And you and I shall meet one day