A toast to the haunted.
I toast the writers and the painters, the artists and the players,
A drink to the builders and shapers, the workers and architects,
A song for the insomniacs, the maniacs, the crazies and lazies,
A speech to the dancers and singers and lovers and killers,
I honor the lonely thinkers and sleepless dreamers,
I appreciate those who have been driven by passion,
I feel for those who were lost in their heads,
But when the day is done and the battle is fought,
All that’s left is the blood you have bled.
A toast to the haunted,
The damned and the chasers, the bards and the racers,
The flaming minds and boastful beasts.
But what is to boast when each of your thoughts,
Are all you have left for your feast?
Author notes
I choose option 2, a poem.
A contest entry
- Another all poems (I love poems) by jtnbuck.
125 points, ended April 16, 2007, 16 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Yeh Brudda!!! by pathetic.
350 points, ended May 29, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was really good, it all came together well and had a good theme to it. I really enjoyed readin it.
I wish you luck and thank you for entering this fine peice.
Lady Madeline.
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wow this was wonderful i loved this very much good job and good luck in my contest may god bless you and good job again the emetion here was great keep up the good work
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This was so good =] I loved the whole thing!!! Hehe, at first I thought you menat a toast as in bread toast XD But anywhos, this was wonderful...I don't know how else to describe it =]





