Wow, you said you like to try new things, and those were very differet from each other, and I loved them all. About the Irish, I took a World Music class, and we studied Irish music, and I really enjoyed it too. I find it to be one of the most difficult languages to learn, but is really beautiful. The one you wrote sounds very much like a traditional ballad, and I was really surprised at seeing it. It was amazing. And the other one you posted, I don't know if we listened to that one, but I do remember one based on a horse race between an Irish horse and a british horse. Since songs against the government were not allowed, they hid political messages in ballads, and had bards sing them in pubs. This particular horse one was stunning in it's anti-engalnd mesage, and how buried it is. In the race, which actually happened, all the rich people bet on the English horse, which was bigeer and faster, while the poor Irish farmers and peasants bet on the small Irish horse. Bascially, the Irish horse wins, and the song tells the tale of the race itself, including the horse talking to the rider. Really amazing. I wish I could remember the name. It really stiffed the rich.

Yup, they sure did!

I know exactly what song you're talking about, but I can't remember the name either. I think it was the horse's name, but I'm not sure. I haven't heard it in a long time.

I'm glad you liked them. I didn't think anyone would. Or at least that they would wonder why the hell I was posting them.

Whoa...that last one is pretty...whoa.

I have to say that the way you constantly keep changing really makes it interesting and fun to read. I never know what to expect.


Those middle two were so sad. So real. Of them both, the part that had the most effect on me, is :

It's so simple, but when it ended the poem, it just REALLY had a powerful effect on me.

your wrtings are awesome!

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I wrote those two when I was 13. I was supposed to meet my best friend at a movie one night, and I fell asleep after I got home from school. I found out the next morning that she never came home. A few days later they found her body. She was raped and murdered.

At that age you don't go running around telling people that you were in love with them. Well, I didn't at least. So I always kept it to myself, and I never told her. That made the whole event even worse for me.

I used to write before that happened, but it's been constant ever since. Those are the first songs that I ever wrote. Now writing is what I do to vent when I'm overwhelmed. That's why I ask myself questions sometimes in the middle of a poem or song. I'm trying to work something out with myself. That's probably why they change so much too. Granted, I like to write different things anyway, but it helps when a lot of things are influencing you too.

I didn't know if anyone would actually like those though. I'm glad that you do. I posted them here because the anniversary of her death was a few days ago and she's been on my mind a lot.
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On a brighter note, thanks Loneca for your comment! It's great to have some new people reading and enjoying my work.

Hopefully you'll read again when I post more!

omg...that's so...fucking stupid. What did whoever did that gain from that. That's so ridiculous. I hope they burn in hell, and suffer as much as possible. Asses...agh...I have to go do something...things like this really get to me, and piss me off. I hope my grandparents don't ask why I'm crying...I might yell at them,lol. Seriously though, fuck them....