I.

The happiest day—the happiest hour
    My seared and blighted heart hath known,
  The highest hope of pride and power,
    I feel hath flown.


II.

Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
    But they have vanished long, alas!
  The visions of my youth have been—
    But let them pass.


III.

And pride, what have I now with thee?
    Another brow may ev’n inherit
  The venom thou hast poured on me—
    Be still my spirit!


IV.

The happiest day—the happiest hour
    Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen
  The brightest glance of pride and power
    I feel have been:


V.

But were that hope of pride and power
    Now offered with the pain
  Ev’n then I felt—that brightest hour
    I would not live again:

VI.

For on its wing was dark alloy
    And as it fluttered—fell
  An essence—powerful to destroy
    A soul that knew it well.

the rim of your beer can
tastes like your stale cigarettes

We've had my challenges which went quite well
We've had The Who's Awesome series which opened
a lot of eyes. For the record everyone who posts here
good, bad, liked or disliked is awesome.

But this time something different, something that's
really going to put you on the spot should you choose
to participate.

Just write 8 or 10 lines about another writer, why and what
you like about them.

The catch..... If your a man your chosen person has to be
a member of the opposite *** and visa versa.

This could be challenging.

Let me drift away in the breeze
I've lost who I am inside.
Emotions emptying my conscious form
Leaving me nowhere to hide
The scent of him still lingers on my clothes
His words still fresh in my memory
As I stare at a blank face, full of no regard to something that once existed
A heart dropping feeling as I take my first hit
Too upset to stay sober,tired of his ****
So now I fall into my bad trip
Wishing to be free of his appearance's grip
Lost in the memories of what used to be
Lost in thought of how he was to me
Anger and rage as well as sorrow combined
Could never be the answer to moving forward but instead makes you look behind

Thee Artiste Carvó's "Fumility"*

I am a tróubled Tróll, yes I be
draped in bonds of turgid fumility
endowed with a mind's inanity!
Indeed, I fantasize the glóry of Thee
floating like a cork in lunacy
at the edges of the dredges of futility!
But then, as I hallucinate visions of greatness in I and me,
the Vóices come, singing fóllies of my destiny
buzzing in my head like a bumblebee!
The mystic maggóts envelop the I, the fartistic see
birdies tweet to coo coos in the jujube tree  
while the lónely Lóg swims in I and Thee,
counting buttons, deviant in insanity!


Some souls are just simply shallower than others. There is no shame in recognizing I's ówn drabness, and appreciating the bóredóm Thee'self has unleashed upon the world. When Thee writes crap about the greatness of I, Thee is displaying I's disappointment for I's lack of gifts...
Would you yourself not feel pity for the finest fartist alive?


Original ('Humility') by:      Thee Artiste aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by:    CrE aka Trollminator

Mistakes happen, they really do
If you were me you'd make mistakes too.
The environment around you so enticing.
The group of friends so inviting.
Just one hit, it'll do you good
Just relax, you're with us. Not in the hood.
Smoke some more to get real high.
Stop lagging around, join us on cloud 9
I'm sorry world, for temptation had won
And indeed my mistake was said and done
From the mix of drink and ****.
Into that darkness I shall proceed
Not by choice, but my own blindness
Not even to be pulled back by light's kindness