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I have just finished writing a wonderful piece of poetry that I want to post on the forums. But first, I want to know if everyone wants me to post it. This poem is about playing the piano, and how woderfully amazing it can be! So please be honest about your vote, this isn't about popularity, it's about my great work of art.

Dont you dare.
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I'm fine with you posting it, but I dread the piano, my instrument ancestry lies with the Brass family.
So do whatever you like.

I play piano...

do et

The final decision will be made in 8 days.

:3 why wait so long.

post it or don't, in the end it's going to be shittily written poem that no one cares about after leaving this thread, hyping it up will just make it seem even worse

Attention whoring: the thread

(12-11-2011, 09:21 PM)PureCraft Wrote: [ -> ]Attention whoring: the thread

Such a fuckface.

Some people can't decide on releasing things of passion to the public. Wouldn't expect the man who can't understand passion to understand.

if you're afraid of what people think, post it somewhere else anonymously and get feedback that way

inb4 4chan

make a deviant art or something

Yea deviant art would probably be the best decision.

Ima post the poem now

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With music, people enjoy everything in life.
Some might write it, and some might just play the music.
But for everybody, there is music in life, no matter what.
If there were no music, the door of happiness would shut.
Though some people might do something with music, only from the gut,
There are still a few, who play from the heart.

I stand by my window, thinking about my life,
And then I go downstairs, to go play some piano.
But suddenly, the piano won’t work! Something important broke!
While I go to my laptop, and give the enter, a slight *poke*
While I listen to music, I look at all the happy folk.
If only they could enjoy music too.

But what was this ghastly, unthinkable noise, I heard?
I couldn’t stand the sound of this piano!
I couldn’t quite put it together, a broken piano string?
The remarkable sound this key made, such a strange, eerie ring!
It was an irritating noise, but I wondered, “Can it sing?”
Even a very strange note belongs somewhere.

Oh, how, this angered me so, tormenting me so,
How this noise penetrated deep, within my soul
Amazed, however, I heard an interesting noise within the keys.
As I glided, across those keys, waiting for that last note that’s long…
Valiantly, playing piano, playing the fastest of songs
What could possibly be hidden, in those keys…

As I stand back up, off of the bench, taking a break
Towards the computer, just luring me straight to it,
I try to refuse it and just walk away, what should I choose?
As soon as I look at the piano, waiting for the notes to fuse.
Later that long day, I went to the couch, and had a nice snooze.
What a dream I had, just me and a piano.






I was playing, playing like there’s no tomorrow,
Unfortunately, I woke up without music.
“Wow, that was one strange dream I just had…” I thought, still somewhat asleep.
I went to go play piano, just enjoying my fingers leap,
Until I played one piece, where suddenly, all the notes got so steep!
What is this? Could I just be day-dreaming?

Yet I still go straight to the piano’s glory,
I could tell a story with piano keys…
Just another piano, that can tell a million tales…
To those who can play the piano amazingly, music hails,
Can just watch their skill blossom, and with their fingers, they don’t flail.
That is the skill, of a true pianist.

How can I resist playing the piano now?
I can play so fluently, and it’s so much fun!
What should I practice right now? There are so many pieces to play!
There are so many other things to do right now, but I choose to stay.
When I play, there is always color, and never any gray.
How amazing can piano become?

I play so many pieces, fast pieces and slow pieces too!
There are so many sheets of music that my binder explodes!
All the wonderful things that are in the piano’s keys every day.
But when it gets dark I need to go to bed, I wish it were still day.
When I play piano it can even attract a blue jay.
“Wow, this was the best day ever!” I shout.

It’s the end of the day and everything is growing darker.
It was an excellent day, one that can never be beat.
Shining bright and greatly the piano stood still just like a rock.
The sound of it becomes dimmer and dimmer until that one *tock*
As I wake up in the morning and take that short walk
And all I think is, “play the piano.”

And to think that some people would hate a really good poet...