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Hello Newgrounds!!

Posted by macromicroscope - August 28th, 2009


I have been coming to Newgrounds for a long time now, but I just recently decided to become more involved in the site! This is my first blog here, and as such here are a couple of things about me that might be of interest:
I am a musician. I play guitar for a band called Falling for Fallacies. If I get the chance, I'll try to put up some of our stuff...
I spend a lot of time online. Almost too much...
When things bother me, I tend to try to get it out of my head by writing down the situation on paper. It rhymes and is usually put into stanzas. Some people call this poetry. I call it...yeah ok, it's poetry.

So now that I have that out of the way, I would like to use this blog as a haven for said poetry. The first one is called Fourteen Years. Oh, and by the way, all this stuff is copyrighted, so please don't use it without my permission.

Fourteen years gone down the drain
All that time goes up in flames
Fourteen years, gone in a haze
All I have now are years of yesterdays

What happened to those fourteen years
Did stress take over, or was it fear?
One weekend things change and you appear
To want to throw away fourteen years

How do fourteen years simply wash away
Into fourteen years of yesterdays
All I can do is hope you remember those days
But by then those years might be a distant phase

So there you have it. The first taste of my work. Comment if you like it, comment if you don't like it. Comment if you think pudding rocks!! Ok well, maybe don't comment that, but still...


Comments

wow i suck at petry but ime good at making songs that ryme (i know its wierd lulz)
i hope to see you again sometime soon please review on this message if you are a lemon

sorry for double commenting but i wonted to say i spelld poetry wrong my bad