Revelation's Writing Thread

There was once a man who lived alone
His solitude was the only thing he loved
Once in awhile a mouse would scurry across the floor
He was afraid of the feds and what they'd do to him
He had been notorious once upon a time
He robbed banks and stole from the people
This man was no Robin Hood though
He would keep all his plunder and buy lottery tickets
And now he's in a shack in the middle of a forest
Hidden from the feds and the people mad at him
Sitting atop a couple hundred thousand losing lottery tickets

[size=10]Can the wind that carries life toward the end be stopped?
The wind kills all that it touches and causes so much pain.
The pain when people die or are hurt. But do we care for those not close to us?
It seems we only cry for our loved ones. We are in pain because they have felt pain.
Who else but family and friends really care about our pain?
Those counselors whose job it is to help those in pain?
Do they care about us or their paychecks? The money they earn for 'helping' us.
The one thing I've learned in my life is that humans are selfish creatures.
We only care about ourselves and the ones we care about.
Tragedy gives us an excuse to show that we are not the selfish creatures I believe us to be.
When many people die, many people grieve. Even those who have no relation to those involved.
Their lives never impacted ours and we would not even notice their existence otherwise.
Can this be the illusion that shrouds selfishness? Why do we need to mask it?
I am selfish. I care about myself more than others. I don't care what people say about me.
I only care for my personal safety. Why? Because I'm only human.[/h]

Guys I'm back

[size=10]When the past lurks into my stray thoughts
The pain accompanies it, proving that the mistakes I made are not gone.
When the past pushes into my brain
I remember the wrong I have done, and how nothing I can do will change it.
As the regret fills my body
The only solace I can find is more pain, pain that erases all other thoughts.
As the pain overwrites all other emotion
It begins to be replaced by a new feeling. Pleasure. It's pleasure.
The pleasure is overwhelming, forcing me to become addicted to this new feeling.
And along with it, the fear and regret from the past.[/h]

Very nice, I feel like we've all experienced that in some form or fashion in our lives. Nicely arranged in such a poetic manner.

Did ya miss me? I've been working way too much recently...

Absolutely. Your poems are always very interesting, even though poems are not my specialty. Still, I can appreciate a good one that calls attention to a powerful emotion, thought, or experience.

My experimentation with rhyme scheme.

Nice, though the last line seems to have a bit of redundancy. Did you mean to write 'size of the' twice?

nope just realized it

I'll have something for you guys for you in a day or two. I've been really busy

Where will we be in 100 years, in 1000 years? What will become of mankind? What will make us happy? Other people? Digital space? New drugs? New technology? Will we be able to bring back those who werent happy? Will we zombify the unhappy? Is it possible for them to become happy? Could they have a second chance for happiness? Maybe death was the happiest they could possibly be...

We could use more content from members.