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Hey Everybody, let's try something different!

The contest is over now, but you can still post your poems with an address. Send tips to the poems you like.

Poetry Contest

How creative and poetic can you be, BitcoinTalk? Post your poems for a chance to win at least 100 mB!

Make them happy, make them sad, write about bitcoins or write about something different, just write a poem, post it in this thread and you will be entered to win the grand prize.

Rules:
The Overall Best Poem will win the prize of 100 mB (0.1 bitcoin) (plus any tips from other readers). Depending on submissions, additional prize categories may be added (funniest, most eloquent, best love poem, most creative, etc.)

I will select my favorite submission in one week, so the judging will happen on Thursday, June 6th 2013. Anything posted by the time I read to the end of the thread will be eligible to win.

Judging will be done by me. Posting of a poem shall constitute acceptance of these terms and nobody is allowed to complain about my choice of winner.

Poems must be your own original work.

Multiple entries are allowed, but users will only be eligible to win in one category.

Poems can be in any form, language, whatever you want. I only read English, so I doubt any other language will win, but you can go ahead an post  it if you really want.

Along with your poem, post a bitcoin address. Anybody who likes may send tips to the poems they like. Tips sent will in no way affect the selection of the prize winner.

If you would like to help fund this or future contests, send bitcoin donations to: 1HboPPSM9UDanTm75Q1LY6W7bNjnv8gzHP

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If you start reading this thread after the prize date, you can still contribute and possibly receive tips if your poem is good.

A grocer once sold lots of oranges.
Alas, his slippery floor injures.
  When the customer sued,
  The grocer was screwed.
He lost everything, even the door hinges.

1ASqBLeyKtU2vjvZEvtT9zoCcYAz4upRcJ (bitcoin:1ASqBLeyKtU2vjvZEvtT9zoCcYAz4upRcJ)

jimmijames was quite a funny man.
But his limerick just wouldn't scan.
  He put up a good fight,
  But try as he might,
It just wouldn't work. But it can:

A man whose life couldn't be finer,
Decided to build the world's biggest miner.
  He called Butterfly Labs,
  After seeing the ads,
And now he's a poor dumpster diner. ;D

1D2TJttBqgpaRphbxC5swpdRymSpJyHAa1 (bitcoin:1D2TJttBqgpaRphbxC5swpdRymSpJyHAa1)
(Please only judge the first verse, as the second is (obviously) not my original work.)

six confirmations
now secure in the blockchain
gift from Satoshi

1HmTGYq8YbroqpRmKBZ5XUpzbsF94PiseL

Deep riveting black darkness!
Shivering cold the light cascades in dim fashion.
Then came btc..

1AwpKoAWG9DNv2d8EYT6xf3L9GbWLZfMXS

I usually do sad, dark, or tragic poems. So here's a try at a happy one:

There once was a man named Dank,
He wanted to buy a Hookah Lounge,
Yet he had no money at all,
So he asked for over half a million dollars online.

Because you see, Dank was a scammer,
He scammed tons of people.
He scammed my dad,
And my mother.
That dirty, dirty scammer.

Though it was obvious,
I cannot say,
My mom and dad didn't have enough money left for the three of us.
So there was a man,
A man named Felix,
Living at another place.

But that's okay,
Because now Dank will wonder,
Yes he'll wonder,
Why nobody else was stupid enough to fall for his scam.
But one day I'll find him,
And I'll surely scam him,
And then I'd get my half a million back.

But so far that's only a dream,
So if you see a man named Dank,
Find the man named Felix and tell him,
Because then,
I'd give you immortality,
And also ten BitCoins.
1HPmaY55bYmK6CzkBBXPgyWim7rdtVn7Ne

A white horse fell into the mud.

18TKNbSLTrd3a2W8mtoH5uNzFhWRWNcuHU

Are we allowed multiple entries?

Yes, you can enter multiple entries. I will update rules.

@SgtSpike: You forgot to add a bitcoin address.

@acs26: You call that happy? It is downright depressing!

My bad!

one hundred million
satoshis to a bitcoin.
small steps toward fortune.

OOPS forgot my address: 1QEG4HwcgH3i6M9fAVtsYtk2voygz1Dku8 -moxiefoxie31416.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of being alive.

 ;D ;Dforgot my address: 1GsyyS3cJb1DfpBSCi1boSAKWs6kdmDgqi

Once upon a time i was mining with luck
then with Difficulty, i got stuck
i pray and wait for my ASIC truck
but seems i've lost my money, what the fuck!

164Z6E6caSvRVXMgmdoemXYdJkCk6dhmYZ

soz, i'm not from an english language country

cocks in my ass
poop in my swash
piss in my ear
not a spic in sight

1C7erSzNoknLx1YtujenPmaWRoaVwfySwy

Shudder with me,
Under the sea,
I see you clearly,
Blue as me.
If only I could tell,
You how much you mean to me,
You'd be bluer than me,
And any shad in the sea.
Shudder with me,
Under the sea.

Third Entry:

Tell me what,
Tell me where.
Tell my why,
Tell me there.
I'll be with you,
As you see.
I'll spring within the flowers,
Every single little tree. (Yes, I know 'baby' trees are called saplings.
(Yes, I was lazy with this poem.)

Fourth Entry:

I am a skeleton.
I am a leaf.
I am the dead,
You better believe.
I am a yowl.
I am a scream,
And every growl.
I am everything,
Yet I am nothing.
Please wake me up from my delusions;
I became bankrupt this morning.

1HPmaY55bYmK6CzkBBXPgyWim7rdtVn7Ne

cock in my ass
dick in my mouth
white whales abound
pregnant children around

Mistaken I am,
Of the soft calm sea.
The water it tickles me,
And cradles me within it's arm.
The sea is smooth,
So loving,
So much.
So big the sea is,
Yet smaller than me.
I wish I could take the water,
And the seven seas,
And hold them in my heart,
But that cannot be.
I can only do one thing;
And that's love the sea.
Yet it's so comforting.
I just can't say goodbye.
But with my strength,
And one last whisper,
I say, "Goodbye sea."
And then I glide in the endless blue.

1HPmaY55bYmK6CzkBBXPgyWim7rdtVn7Ne

The internet's a landscape made of dreams,
a place where freedom's always guaranteed.

But freedom at this price is not worth paying,
it's not freedom when life becomes a plaything.

A dalliance through emptiness, a cipher,
the children all just following the piper.

Children need a lesson to survive
but bitterness will never let them thrive.

Hope in sun and air now long forgotten,
the human race finally at rock bottom.

Hope in a box in a small child's hand,
Rats running fast across the sand,

the water pushing hard against the shore,
the future as enticing as a gaping jaw.



1BTC1oo1J3MEt5SFj74ZBcF2Mk97Aah4ac


edit: late edit

Hours of coding yet nothing is new
Errors and glitches more bugs to get through
Eggs to the left, juice to the right
The sound of his keyboard pounds on through the night

Something is wrong and cannot be solved
He will not get up until it is resolved
Cries from the kids, stress from the wife
He continues to type no distraction in sight

May this be a lesson to all who may see
No one is perfect not even is he
Always in question, but never in doubt
The life of a coder is one to be free


1Jy8ZycPNjnwNLevNwoRRqPAKkZ8Fqnukc

Later

Later we marry,
Later we woe.
Later we eat,
Later we sleep.
Later the flowers grow,
Later we bare offspring.
Later we love.
Later we hope,
Later we judge.
Later we die.
Later we live on.
Later our lives,
Start over again.

Grail

Sip from the grail.
The golden grail.
Blood it rises,
Wine it doesn't.
The grail is a surprise,
Twisted, twister works.
Our lives is yet the grail,
And the blood it rises.
We die; we marry; we bare; and we weep.
The grail has yet destroyed us,
Over again.

1HPmaY55bYmK6CzkBBXPgyWim7rdtVn7Ne

(Isn't this my sixth or tenth submission?

cock in my ass
dick in my chu
let me suck you

penis on my mind
you on my penis
lets dance together
as we celebrate sexmas

lips on my balls
balls on my lips
a nice penis tip

True Roman poetry, for true Romans.

Poem number 2

Peter Lambert:  "some bitcoins for a poem !",
a chance to let my soul, at last, roam free.

Acceptance of his terms was his requirement
'Just whore yourself, and rhyme for liberty'.

But my soul's more than a few bitcoins sent.
I need no coins to prove that I can see.

"Don't complain" is Peter's awful contradiction -
But I'm complaining now, in rhyming poetry.

So despite the fact I contradict your terms,
please send thy bitcoins, post haste, to my purse.


1BTC1oo1J3MEt5SFj74ZBcF2Mk97Aah4ac

edit: multiple edits

I might have to have a "contrarian" category just for you!

Isn't that the bitcoin 100 address?

Did that one some months ago.

So I called up the banker
"Please bring me my coin!"
He said, "We haven't had that money here since 1969"
And still those Bitcoins are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Wallet California
Such a scammy place (Such a scammy place)
Such a lovely facade
The coins are still stuck at the Wallet California
What a bad surprise (What a bad surprise)
They've got alibis

Richdom without ceiling
A life of wealth in our eyes
And she said, "We are all just victims here of our own device"
And in the pirate's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their wordy knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Searching for a backdoor
I had to find a transaction back
To the place the coins were before
"Relax", said the con man
"We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any coins you like
But they can never leave"

BitCoins:

Technology is expanding,
Yet we have a currency.
We call it ‘BitCoin’
And it’s online you see,
We buy them a dozen, starting at hundreds,
And we invest to thousands.
We gamble and eat pizza,
We use AltCoins, too.
We meet with others,
And talk about making a town.
For this little cryptocurrency has made us one.
Little it might seem to you,
Foolish maybe even;
Storing money online, could be easily stolen.
For this little cryptocurrency,
This little tiny cryptocurrency,
Is worth more than a dollar,
And more than a hundred.
This cryptocurrency is made up of millions and billions of small Satoshis.
Coming together as one.
And slowly, we are too.
This little cryptocurrency has taught us,
The littlest things can make something big.
Something that is worth hundreds.
But here we spend,
And mine with no end,
We sit here wondering,
What would happen to us if banned?
Would we still be successful?
Would we even have a life?
Could we make it again,
Or would we be frustrated at no end?
Would we become bitter from the memories,
Depressed?
Would we ask 'why'?
Would we stand up to the Government,
A USD in one hand,
A BitCoin in the other.
And a wallet full of other Alt Coins..
Oh boy would we be happy.
Ripping the dollar apart.
Saying goodbye to the old age,
And letting the new revolution begin.
Would we really stand up?
And test their power?
Or sit down forever, thinking about what we could've did.
Divided we would never stand again.
We would never even cry.
Undivided we would live again,
Making towns.
Making countries.
Making continents.
Making life.
We could be welcomed to the new age.
We could set a example.
We could mine all of our life,
And become billionaires all together.
Never again would poverty kill,
And everybody would have food, water, and shelter.
But I ask of you, what would the Government do?
Why would they try and stop it?

1HPmaY55bYmK6CzkBBXPgyWim7rdtVn7Ne

Thanks for all the submissions so far!

I will do the judging later today, so you can still submit entries for a couple more hours.

Poems don't have to rhyme all the time, so let's go :)

Normal text rhymes.

Italic text does not.

Chorus

You will understand

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There was a man who called himself Satoshi - a fake name,
He had an idea, but he wanted no gain.
He compressed the ideas into one, spending hours upon hours,
Silently hoping that the plan would not go sour.

Finally, he released it - his invention, which would change the world,
In respect for the internet, he called it Bitcoin.
At first, his art, it went unnoticed,
Except for a small, smart, masonic group.

Years on, the media picked up the Coin,
But alas, they failed to the see the light, citing the "superior US dollar".

Bitcoin users, we have problems too,
We're just like you,
Except we're smarter.
(and some of us are geeks)

Dollar users need to open their eyes,
And realize, Bitcoin ain't perfect,
But neither is the dollar.

The media attacked it,
But some people refused to listen to their **it.
People kept using it,
It grew and grew,
Made the dollar look like a total...
CON.

Bitcoin users, we have problems too,
We're just like you,
Except we're smarter.
(and some of us are geeks)

Dollar users need to open their eyes,
And realize, Bitcoin ain't perfect,
But neither is the dollar.

ze end.

1Msh9TqtqU3KEvxPaJQ3nLefZkQrpGvYur

 :)

Where have I heard this before..? ;D

Guess xD

I'd rather not mention it. Too bad to even mention in a forum.  :-X

Indeed it is, which is precisely why I parodied it ;)

ok let me know

Poetry contest winners:

For "Most Helpful": 50 mB to Foxpup!

For "Best Bitcoin Poem": 50 mB to No 1!

For "Most Depressingly Beautiful": 50 mB to Acs26!

For "Most Succinct": 50 mB to SgtSpike!

For "Best Rhyme": 50 mB to Alchimista!

For "Most Contrarian": 50 mB to Dancupid!

For "Best Parody": 50 mB to Greyhawk!

And the grand prize for "Best Overall Poem", 100 mB goes to MagicBit15!


Congratulations to all the winners and thanks to all who participated.

(Bitcoins sent, you should see them in your wallet at the addresses you provided)


If you did not submit yet, you can still add poems to the thread and if they are good somebody might send a tip :)

Wow, thank you guys so much!! It's an honor and a pleasure!!  :) :) :)

thanks, go ahead and edit my name into the post with the award you PMed me

got the coins hoping for a round 2 :)

What are you talking about? I didn't send you any coins, maybe it was somebody else?

Whoah. What's about those random coins flying around...

It's bitcoin, they are not random coins flying around, they are anonymous coins flying around. Unless somebody comes forward and says "I sent that", we have no idea who sent the coins.

Requesting 'Best Haiku' category for next round if there is one, please. :)

ill go ahead and start defending my title with

sperm whales
whales of sperm
came

penis thee
penis thi
a penis for twee to lie

came buckets
came and fucked it
lushious

Ode to Flavius

Sing now, muse, of the master of words,
the poet whose songs rival those of the birds.

He's singing of romance, of passion, of love,
his word soar above like the wings of the dove.

"Flavius" they call him "Beloved of Gods",
until one sad day he was banned by the mods.

Now the forums are silent for lack of his songs
and nevermore heard was his praise of the thong-MY THONGTHONGTHONG-THONGTHONG!

greyhawk
small cock
no cock
a cock

master of divinity
master of love
check your behind
im in love

a fortuitous poem
a small weiner
kekeke

Go back to Rome mate.

to rome a mate goes
endless hoes
one penis

a mate he was
a mate he isnt
trannies

a gender
a genital
neither

They go to Rome, eternal city,
to find the poet oh so witty,
but to each one's gruesome pity
they find neither hair nor titty.

The master poet holds his rhymes
waiting for the better times,
he'll talk of balls, of tits, of cock,
when time strikes later on the clock.

Thanks, Peter Lambert, for giving me this honor. [Sorry I couldn't reply to you earlier.]
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Also thanks to the competition, and everybody who won a award, the biggest thanks to MagicBit15, since he put effort into winning something so many great poets tried to win.

[Well.. I don't think I should count flavius.]

chuckled anuses

See the way to go
Onward we must struggle now
Fighting for freedom



The Great Cycle

Freedom,
Peace, Equality
Working for betterment
Food enough to share
Fine twined linen and gold
Keeping to oneself
Greed, Disparity
Subjection

Dispair
Fighting, Revolution
Anger at the oppressor
Death and destruction abound
Change brings forth new hope
Friendship given to others
Compromise, Resolution
Freedom


1HboPPSM9UDanTm75Q1LY6W7bNjnv8gzHP

There once was a man
Named Patrick Strateman
Who lost his fuckin' mind.

peter lambert
likes cocks
in his ass

lambert no lambo
shambo
go

fuck yourself
tuck yourself
in a coffin

Thank you very much! I'm very proud of this honor you gave me!

Congrats on winning

Six pints a night,
pressure on my heart.
Fag ends in the ashtray.

I thought haiku was supposed to be 5-7-5, your poem is 4-5-6?

Hey man I'm a poet - don't waste my time on your numbers and shi' (that's 'shit' pronounced guttural).

in Chinese (I can't speak Japanese)

六杯子一晚
我的心理压力多
烟灰缸有灰

5-7-5

Seven days a week
I get no sleep
Mt Gox makes me weep
As the price slowly seeps
These bitcoins I keep
Have lost the value I seek

cock in my ass
shit in my ass
shit in my cock

peter lambert
has no taste
has no aids

until now
infected
molested

I don't really get your poem. ???

only peter gets me :)

Nope, I don't get you either. Maybe your idea of good poetry is not the same as my idea of good poetry.

I meant sexually bby

These poems are getting weirder and weirder.

Those who write on forum walls

Roll their shit in little balls

Those who read these words of wit

Eat those little balls of shit

send me your bitcoin address and i will personally send you .1 btc

Thank you but it was just for fun.

As a personal policy I don't accept btc from, give btc to, buy, sell or trade with anyone at this forum - ever. That's why I don't have an address in my sig line.

Why are you turning away free money? At least put up the btc address for your favorite charity.

Nope - even accepting on behalf of a charity puts me in the loop. I'll have no part of it.

I can take your money. 0.1 BTC would definetely help me. What do you say, QuestionAuthority? Will you direct them my way?   :)

Posting a charities bitcoin address would not be accepting bitcoins, since any bitcoins would go directly to the charity, you would never hold them.

Why are you even using this forum if you do not use bitcoins?

I use this forum for info on when to buy and sell. I do use, mine, buy and sell btc. I do not do any of that with members of this forum at this forum. I suppose you could say that's not entirely true because I use BTC-e and Gox and they are members. I'm sure some of the locals I trade with are members but I don't know that for a fact and I don't deal with them here.

I've fallen victim to too many Investment Funds  ;) type people for me to ever trust anyone here again. If I won't give anyone here money then I won't take it either. I can never be labeled a scammer or be scammed here. This policy works for me.

10 mB goes to the first person to compose an "Ode to QuestionAuthority" consoling him for his jaded perspective :)

Edit: sent the 10 mB to acs26

pussy
lucky lucy
juicy

semen
sea men
all ten

chodes
I loathe
for peter lambert

QuestionAuthority done been burned before,
Now he lurks and hurks 'round in here.
Nobody go'n' do him like they did before.

Why you don' want my money?
Here, I give it you for free?
Can't you take my money?

What can you do when you have nothing,
Nobody to give to,
Nobody to take?

Let us all give a bit to the poor
for this man who will not take anymore
because of the things done before


1HboPPSM9UDanTm75Q1LY6W7bNjnv8gzHP

peter
cheater
unisex

fed like a meter
se-men
all 10

his cock
a rock
spits chalk

Peter Lambert had a fund
But in the end he had to run

Nefario was his good friend and
Mining was to be his win
Instead made him commit a sin

Many people did he fuck
Back again to try his luck

Never got a scammer tag
Made LoupGaroux just fucking wig

BitcoinMint.US was then his win
Faked out the price - oops sin again!

Without warning or sheer regret,
QuestionAuthority didn't accept,
He didn't want.
Yet his reason would always last.
Never a chance,
Never a glance.

His reason was short and clear,
The sense it made,
The logic was near.
Sarcasm doesn't explain,
These are true words,
These are true veins.

Not to give,
And not to take.
His words going through my ears,
Me holding back tears.
His decision is true,
And without shame.
Why should the Ode sing again?

No consolation needed unless wanting,
He doesn't want,
He doesn't take.
So why give it to him,
His decision is true.
A beggar begging without giving,
Cannot be true.

Basically what I feel about his decision, without writing a Ode.
Good decision on my part. I don't see why he'd need consolation. His decision seems okay to me.

i am trying to send questionauthority the password to my savings account but he isnt reading the message

Literal Romantic

Roses are red, violets are blue,
daffodils are yellow
and daisies have a yellow bit in the middle
with white petals surrounding the yellow central part.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Some poems rhyme,
But not this one.


(This is not my original work, but I don't remember where I heard it)

roses are red
violets are blue
ill suck peters penis too

some poems rhyme
some taste like lime
peter's is like poo

Roses are red,
Violets are purple!
They are not blue,
You fucking sheeple. ::)

Eyes wide open mind shut tight
We sit and ponder the plot of life
To be, to do - conflicting plight
What is the meaning - all the strife?

Our goals, our hopes, fading with time
As we become one like the rest
The child is gone - innocent crime
The hands of time unravels the mind

One day I wake to the sound of lies
What once was wrong is now my life
The wicked strive on words of bias
Devouring the souls of mindless cowards

We weep, we cry - downward we spiral
Dreams forgotten, lives in shambles
For once we taste the bitter sweet
Our hearts entomb, full of deceit

But far away what once was ours
A figment - of everlasting life
Chasing a dream which cannot be gotten
Just like the truth once it's forgotten

The end is near, our fate is sealed
Of our own device; souls dilute & spirits deplete
The only life out of this certain Death
Lies deep beneath - with worms and fear

The fate for evil once waked, too clear
The path to death is oh so near
But hope resides within us all
For the pure of heart, the child - will hear the call

- Maximilian Wilhelm



Bitcoin address:   155eznepq9PRpBhVWk6RmDPsKXWzj9Uqcd

Peter Lambert what a Boyscout
Trusting no one
Home-schooled homo
Takes no money
Worse, gives no honey

Peter Peter, he ain't seein'
Rains on our poems like a bad seer
Running his mouth like a forty-five
Rat tat tat tat - in your fat gut

That's the end to that bad dream
Loud and piercing was that scream
Next time you're offered some goodwill
Take it you dope - before you're roped

Cause only a fool says no to Satoshi
Man of mystery man made by spooks
One day soon we'll all get booked
Might as well enjoy it - getting hooked.

A haiku:

Opening the door
See the big blue sky waiting
Fly into the air

The ground approaches,
wind whips at my teary face,
Impact imminent.

 :D LOL

Lmfao.

Where's my parachute?
I thought I was wearing that ...
Damn, I forgot it :(

Jumps out in the air
To save Peter Lambert now
HOLY SHI- and splat

Lol, this exchange made my day.

Let’s write some haiku,
We will make new poetry
Creating artworks

Man, haiku downright makes me angry.  It's the fecal paintings of poetry.  It's bullshit slapped on a piece of paper with no rhyme reason which any utterly talentless troll can write just for the sake of saying you wrote a poem.

When I read a haiku poem I actually get angry inside. 

That's the test for whether something is real art or not - be it music, a painting or poetry. 

Real art makes you feel at peace inside while fake bullshit art makes you wanna tear shit up.

Some art is meant to make you feel at peace,
Other art is meant to raise feelings of rage.

Who am I to define what art may be?

This thread was pretty entertaining,
I'm leaving without a tip.
My computer is complaining,
I never found a faucet with a drip.

I am me and me decides what is art or not.  Without boundaries or definition a piece of fresh shit covered in peanuts and a swarm of flies, on top of a canvas which makes you sick and angry will be considered art by mindless fools.  And why should I allow the idiots of the world to define something when I could easily do it just as well.

Here is a tip for those who give a shit
Don't write bullshit and call it fit
Cause without talent you're bound to make up shit
And only a fool would gaze upon your wet turd and call it a hit

Seems like their art worked.
Help! I'm inside a haiku,
someone let me out.

No need to escape the haiku
It's nothing but mumbo jumbo
Just like this poem written without rhyme
Or even reason for that matter


Just write down whatever shit comes to mind
And call it talent and art
Thus one has to wonder
If in Japanese - haiku means dog-shit


And come to think of utter nonesense
Do Japanese dogs sound different
When they bark compared to American dogs
Cause that would explain a lot
Given none of this haiku BS does

A long long time ago
I can still remember
I didn't what haiku were

And I knew if I had a poem
It needs to be big as a tome
And maybe even rhyme a little there.

But people yelled five seven five
I answered "Please just get a live,
You wheeaboos are crazy
Your rhyming is just lazy"

I can't remember who the bloke
Who told me "It's a buddhist joke"
But something touched me deep and broke
The day the haiku woke.

And I'm rhyming:

Hai, Hai, Japanesian guy,
I'm like a Shogun with my Bōkun
I am the West Samurai
And good old boys were drinking sake from rice,
singing "This'll be the day that I hai-
This'll be the day that I hai-


-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Nice poetry guys, you're all a lot more creative than me lol.

Awesome, you could be the next Weird Al ;D

if you have

a paining in you, paint.

if you have a song to sing, sing.

don't judge your creation.

just create it.

banish doubt and fear

and step out of your own way

if you have to

write if you're a writer

and invent if you're inventor.

do what you were born to do.

only than will you know

a remarkable life.

we want

the lightning

in a battle

kind of love

without the possibility

of the shatter