Alright for those who are unaware, my oldest fic, the one that's nearest and dearest to my heart is Of Cybertron
Last 2 days, @wolfsrainrules and I posted 5 chapters with roughly 30k words worth of new content.
It's been six years but we live again!
Anyways, the reason for the post. I have an oc and Megatron that both write poetry. I need opinions on if the stuff I write sounds like it's written by an angry gladiator living in a Functionalist universe. Which is like an even shittier version of fascism. Or would fit in with a deeply traumatized child soldier, growing up, winning the war and finding happiness during and after said war.
This one I wrote, with a pen on actual paper an hour ago at 0530 in the morning.
Now is when I look at my rage.
I've polished it, see how it shines.
Another blade for my collection.
Grief is there too, dull and blunt.
I have not picked it up since I put it down.
Hope is my most lonely weapon.
Gleaming and bold, my constant companion.
Should I hold out my bold hope, my polished rage and ask you, which one?
What would you say?
Such an ugly blade, the shining silver ones sneer at my rage.
Such an amusing novelty, they laugh at my hope.
You would ask, this I know, which one lifted me up? Made me stand? Made me walk?
I know you wish for hope, but it is rage.
In a thousand atrocities, I exist.
Here with my polished rage, my dull grief and my lonely hope.
Thoughts?
I don't like it, nor understand it
i like it, it makes me feel things
