"Quoth The Raven"

[LazaHorse]

Hey all. This is just something I wrote today. Most of ya'll know little about me, but when I was in high school I wrote poems allllllll the time. I stopped cuz I got busy (with Call of Duty) during college, but inspiration will hit when it will. Enjoy.

 

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Quoth The Raven

 

What is life

If not the culmination of what's not alive?

Where no one knows your name

Until years after you've died.

 

Where everyone's a Prufrock

After whatever comes by.

Then dies, dies alone

After fifty thousand failed

Tries.

 

They'll write about him later

Forever trapped in poetic rhyme.

Struggling to escape a death

Entangled in Meter and Time.

 

And with what to speak of

But that he tried and died.

Never questioned providence

Or that God had left his

Side.

 

Never spoke a word

At least not written in the tale.

Only that he tried and tried

And always seemed to

Fail.

 

So what's life but trying

And what's death but loss.

What's the point in crying

When stone gives way to moss.

 

Where's success for Prufrock

And his everlasting fate.

To have his failure documented

And his mockery await?

 

What in life is worthy

What in death is vain

And what cost is there to lay down

What Price can outweigh

Pain?

 

Does Poe foretell your future

Or does it change with time.

Is the raven wrong in what he spoke

Throughout the deadly rhymes?

 

Does Tragedy befall the young

Whether virtue or vice adore?

Or will we always Quoth the Raven

To be lifted

"Nevermore."

[piscian]

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed

A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,

Then one day he was shootin at some food,

And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

 

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

 

Well the first thing you know ol Jed's a millionaire,

Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"

Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.

 

Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.

 

 

Well now its time to say good by to Jed and all his kin.

And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.

You're all invited back a gain to this locality

To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

 

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

 

Y'all come back now, y'hear?.

[fox*]

roses are red

violets are blue

 

i think i gotta poo