Mar 03, 2008 15:56
I'm not sure if anyone is still on here, besides Samantha anyway, but I think I'll be getting back to this a bit. My first post in a while will be a poem; I don't feel like typing up all that has been going on.
"Pc6 c7"
2-12-08
A.M.Demmi
Concepts echo inside my mind
Drifting reflections of before the times
That life was spilling over the cup
Where brevity was how sensations stuck
Over then around the details race on
Leaving speechless patterns directing the pawn
Sent to attain the point of no return
The transformation is tough to earn
Methodical actions of a purpose well planned
Direct the pawn to achieve more than it can
With only itself as the guide to the goal
The low-breed piece will fall to the foe
Yet knowing this she obeys the Master
Who guides the moves she wishes were faster
For impatient is she who stands here waiting
Surrounded by unseen friends and adversaries
poem