Can you make something of this??

I'm afraid I have no idea.

however your better at poetry stuff than me if you wrote that :P:)

Uh, huh?

:D

:P

:oops:

;)

:)

I think it has something to do with hallucinating, maybe drugs, and trying to come up after a night were something very good happened.

1st verse: There were colours everywhere, illusionary colours, that is, and the ceiling was the limiting wall to the world.

2nd verse: The night just passed away, and all the luck that came with it vanished in the morning.

3rd verse: The night would be much more memorable than the day. Something very good happened, maybe life changing. That moon would forever be remembered.

4th verse: In the end, everything turned out good. People were trying to make it go wrong, but everything just went well.

That's what i got. Very good writing, by the way. :)

Sounds like a poem about the creation of Earth if you ask me. I'd say the lucky seven refers to the seven days of creation from the bible, and this ties back to the presence cast from the past of the morning, as this implies that there was nothing before. And the first line about the pouring colors probably refers to earth in its first stages when it was a barren lifeless volcanic ash world, and I'm assuming the moon would be the essence of the sun because it is basically the sun of the night, as it gives light like the sun, but it reflects it, hence it is an essence. That's what I'm getting from it.Blood-Scribe

Areyou by any chance, majoring in English?

WHAT!

Seems like you were high.Boring_Bland

Sounds like a poem about the creation of Earth if you ask me. I'd say the lucky seven refers to the seven days of creation from the bible, and this ties back to the presence cast from the past of the morning, as this implies that there was nothing before. And the first line about the pouring colors probably refers to earth in its first stages when it was a barren lifeless volcanic ash world, and I'm assuming the moon would be the essence of the sun because it is basically the sun of the night, as it gives light like the sun, but it reflects it, hence it is an essence. That's what I'm getting from it.Blood-Scribe

Christians. Finding meaning in nothing since the dawn of time.

[QUOTE="Blood-Scribe"]Sounds like a poem about the creation of Earth if you ask me. I'd say the lucky seven refers to the seven days of creation from the bible, and this ties back to the presence cast from the past of the morning, as this implies that there was nothing before. And the first line about the pouring colors probably refers to earth in its first stages when it was a barren lifeless volcanic ash world, and I'm assuming the moon would be the essence of the sun because it is basically the sun of the night, as it gives light like the sun, but it reflects it, hence it is an essence. That's what I'm getting from it.Chavyneebslod

Areyou by any chance, majoring in English?

No, I'm 16, and I'm going into Digital Art and Video Game Design.

It's funny though, I just realized that I still have a poem sitting on my desktop that I made for english class last year in 10th grade:

The hand of creation transcends the reaches of the universe

Comets cast off their names

Stellar neurons misfire

Light is no longer absent

Through the motions of time, the creator places the seed

And spits out millions of branches

Between the labyrinth of chaos and light of peace

Buds bloom in all directions

Refractions of light ignite and explode

Within the margin of the vacuum

The kinetic energy of matter turns unto itself

It's might sheathed in fire

A body of black

It bears no reflection

Defying its own identity

The eggs of creation are ablaze

The semen of life dictates the future

Man arises from the chaos

He sees the light and the dark

His path is set in motion

Cells of logic are imbued to him

He stands fathomless to his universe

Its boundless horizons baffle him

His curiosity out-stretches his lifetime

Striving for nirvana through perfection

His image is shattered through mortality

Realizing his fallacy, he prays for redemption

The final judgment has been decreed

Time meets its end

The limits of space are shattered

It swallows unto itself

And in spite of it all

We will rise again

Though I didn't really like it that much, because I only spent about 45 minutes on it, but I still got an A.

Edit: Goddamnit, gamespot keeps deleting the spaces between the verses.

[QUOTE="Blood-Scribe"]Sounds like a poem about the creation of Earth if you ask me. I'd say the lucky seven refers to the seven days of creation from the bible, and this ties back to the presence cast from the past of the morning, as this implies that there was nothing before. And the first line about the pouring colors probably refers to earth in its first stages when it was a barren lifeless volcanic ash world, and I'm assuming the moon would be the essence of the sun because it is basically the sun of the night, as it gives light like the sun, but it reflects it, hence it is an essence. That's what I'm getting from it.Boring_Bland

Christians. Finding meaning in nothing since the dawn of time.

It's funny though, I just realized that I still have a poem sitting on my desktop that I made for english class last year in 10th grade:

The hand of creation transcends the reaches of the universe

Comets cast off their names

Stellar neurons misfire

Light is no longer absent

Through the motions of time, the creator places the seed

And spits out millions of branches

Between the labyrinth of chaos and light of peace

Buds bloom in all directions

Refractions of light ignite and explode

Within the margin of the vacuum

The kinetic energy of matter turns unto itself

It's might sheathed in fire

A body of black

It bears no reflection

Defying its own identity

The eggs of creation are ablaze

The semen of life dictates the future

Man arises from the chaos

He sees the light and the dark

His path is set in motion

Cells of logic are imbued to him

He stands fathomless to his universe

Its boundless horizons baffle him

His curiosity out-stretches his lifetime

Striving for nirvana through perfection

His image is shattered through mortality

Realizing his fallacy, he prays for redemption

The final judgment has been decreed

Time meets its end

The limits of space are shattered

It swallows unto itself

And in spite of it all

We will rise again

Though I didn't really like it that much, because I only spent about 45 minutes on it, but I still got an A.Blood-Scribe

darkIink

My interpretation wasn't meant to be bound by Christian or Atheist ideals, but if you want to post an unfunny image macro, go ahead.