Poetry, by Tech.

[Tech]

The Order of Things

The ground is not vertical, nor is it mad
An invisible book, I have never read
When I look out the window I do not find blood
Nor will I cause a gargantuan flood
I saw a peculiar man walk down the street
He had an avian beak and reptillian feet
I have made some false statements, so crown me King
But that will not happen (I do not have wings...)
For that is not the order of things.



Untitled 1 (Please help me think up a title, dear readers.)

I saw the fair warning and then I knew
There was nothing left for me to do
The soil was red and the sky was grey
I cannot live like this for another day
This world is lost and I could do nothing
The people are dying and the birds will not sing
And I was ignored, and then I was hated
For trying to help when doom was fated
I have done my best, I can do no more
It is time for me to pass through the door
Leave behind all my troubles and woes
The time has come for me to go.

(Lastly, I would like to apologise if the poems are strange or bad. I was extremely bored at the time and thought I should do something to humour myself, so I wrote the first one. And then, the second one came to me while I was somewhat depressed.)

[Voy_Girl]

They were good. I hope you post some more,