Victory In a World.....

This may not end well.

I'm just sayin'.  I have commitment issues when it comes to blogs.  They always last about as long as a clearly visible chocolate bar in a house full of toddlers.  So I'm not going to put any flashy introduction to who I am and what I hope to accomplish with this, because such intros always become rather embarrassing when the blog only lasts five posts.  As for an introduction minus flash;

Hi.  I'm Tom, and I like to write things.  Silly things, stupid things, things I think are deep and things I think are funny.  I occasionally write poetry.  I occasionally dabble in scripting, and by dabble I mean ponder the concept and maybe write a scene or two and then realize that I have no idea how to write a script.  This is changing though, and hopefully I'll get better at it.  I used to write fanfiction.  It's why I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with a deep and burning sense of shame.

As you can most likely tell from the title, I intend to use this particular blog to showcase mainly poetry, mainly poetry that I myself wrote.  This is mostly so that I have a place where I can post my work and get some feedback without annoying my Facebook friends by clogging up their news feeds with notes containing my stuff.

Make no mistake though, the pages of the rulebook I'm going by in writing this blog are completely blank.  I'm not going to restrict myself here.  It will mostly be poetry, I think, but don't be surprised if you find a review, a ramble, an idea, some quotes, or something cool I found while ruthlessly murdering innocent time on the internet.

I don't want this to just be an introductory post, so hey, have a poem!  Take two, they're small!

Victory

"The battle's won!" The General cries,
as thick smoke permeates the skies.
"All those opposing have retreated,
the enemy has been defeated,
and we can all sleep well tonight,
knowing for freedom we did fight!"

"The battle's won!" The headlines say,
in all the papers the next day.
"Those who hate us are struck down,
the righteous ones now wear the crown!
We scared them with displays of power,
they can only hide and cower!"

"The battle's won." The devil thinks,
as from a cup of blood he drinks.
"The smell of death hangs in the air,
and countless are in deep despair.
Across the land pained loved ones cry,
and someday soon, far more will die."

A victory was had today.
Who cares for dead men anyway?

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This is basically my go-to piece that I use when I want to impress people, and if you happen to be reading this, I want to impress you so that maybe you'll come back and read this again.  I wrote this quite a while back, and I think I may have been temporarily possessed by an entity with fairly decent writing skills when I did, because.....well, even I think it's pretty good.  I usually tend to dislike my own stuff, and if I like it I try to make myself dislike it so that I can improve instead of be one of those arrogant writers who thinks they would make Tolkien quake in his boots and drop his pipe.  But I'm actually really pleased with this one.

And now for something completely different,

In a World.....

In a world where dolphins speak Vietnamese,
and horses play poker whilst eating sharp cheese,
two sisters are attempting to hide their green peas,
for chewing them brings them to hack and to wheeze.

In a world where the sky is a deep crimson hue,
and the ocean is quite a bit redder than blue,
two brothers are questing for chocolate fondue,
unaware that the evil pink ponies are, too.

In a world that is ruled by Great Emperor Bob,
two innocents are being chased by a mob,
for they're thought to be creators of a most fiendish plot,
when, truth be told, they are not.

In a world with no autumn, and also no fall,
the people ride Llamas, and play carpet ball.
And two friends are wondering why trees are tall,
instead of like shrubbery, small.

Though these worlds may be satisfying for some of you,
I myself am most glad that I live where I do.

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This was the first poem I ever posted.  In posting it again, I am offering you a disclaimer: Sometimes I write poetry very, very badly.  There are more things wrong with this poem than there are things wrong with Twilight.

.........Actually, that's just being mean to myself.  Okay, it's better than Twilight.  But it's still very much on the Bad end of the scale.  I like to think I've improved since writing this at age of........good gravy, I was fourteen years old.  You'd think I would be a better writer at fourteen.  Well, that's depressing.  Anyway, consider this a bearing of my soul.  In this first post, you have seen me at my worst and best.

If you like what you've seen, stick around, leave a comment!  If you don't.......go away, but leave a comment first!  Seriously, if every comment I receive is a negative one, but tells me what's wrong with my work in a way that I can (hopefully) learn from, I will be the happiest clam in the restaurant.