GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
6-11-17 ![]() Ten paces is a mile in a knife fight but you've got something bigger. Your aim is to close the gap with the clap of an angry trigger. This isn't fun anymore. The moderator says "Draw!" like we're equals in an equal setting but the only one keeping score is the last person with the loudest yelling. This isn't fun anymore. It hasn't been for a long time. The final scene in the movie closes and you've had me where you want me. As the credits roll it's not enough; you're determined to either finish me or complete me. This isn't fun anymore. It hasn't been for a long time. When you draw down on me with darkness I'll fight you off like light. |
6-11-17 ![]() The day's so good you wish it would end on your terms soon just to say you've made it through unscathed for a change. Anything can happen but you're most afraid it's gonna be you pulling yourself back into the puddle of your life... don't try to jump or it'll own you. Are you ever really complete without completely fucking yourself over? Intentionally or not, the rain doesn't care if you're ready for it and puddles aren't concerned that you can't swim. May as well close your eyes and run as fast as you can if you're gonna call it another day alive. |