My attempts of poetry

[travis]

Well, I haven't posted in a long time. REALLY long time. So I decided I'd reboost my career with showing everyone what I do instead of mIRC nowadays. I got bored in study hall one day so:

The many color of one figure stand tall
Like the faces, backstabbing us all
While I don't deny the potency
You never know what it will be

Knowledge shown within the night
Though the colors only seen by light
Still I know not this mystery
Of who shall be, be this lonely.
Lonely as the nightfall soon, lonely by my side

Through a waterfall each drop more vibrant
The colors, they show more than they did before then
Still I know not what they are for

The figure stands to be shown through
I don't know how it will do
Dust flies but never clears
Who knows if victory is near

This figure once who he was to be
Or was it want, need, or was it clear?
The colors shine bright when it is near
Victory be the colors, which ever color it may appear
This figure will always show sincere

Sincere the colors, sincere the cheer
Will the colors show you near?

And yeah, that's pretty much it. I think I was thinking about some girl at the time, but that's completely not the point.

[Tami]

That is a very thoughtful and deep piece of writing, travis. You've expressed yourself well, keep up with the writing.