Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[Bekon]

[The beginning of everything]

Summoning Princess,
still looking at me,
bliss fills my whole world,
when I leave without regret in my heart.
You will stay here for thousands of years.

A warm memory, children's joy,
love for things, not worth much.
One player, so many memories,
in this colorful, full notes body...

Still immortal, my Winamp Classic ...

...



Real size my desktop view.

http://www.mediafire.com/view/hbfvnuhh06ia4f9/Winamp_Clasic_Yuna_Braska_by_Bekon.png/file

PS.
My first skin on my first PC win98 Pentium I, 200Mhz, 64 Ram. (best Windows ever made). -> win 10 (crap).
I buy it as kid for 13,15 USD = 50 PLN. Power button is 3x3 cm big.
Yuna Braska - Final Fantasy X (hair clip is REPEAT BUTTON with animation when click),
and other like animated cursor with other character from game.
Then i can only use winamp *.mp3 paint movie and dos games but... i still wont back...
Now i have 37 years and still remember that time...
Made on Skinamp program. And little hand made modification.
Now my pc work 100% speed with witcher on ultra but i still play Missionforce Cyberstorm and Unreal.
Cheers from Poland.

[amyanderson2001]

Time is coming
Time has arrived
Time has gone

[White Raven]

I wish for a house
With a garden of green herbs
That sits near a stream

There are few neighbours
A bear, some crows, a raccoon
But mainly; Quiet

I would cast my runes
Across an old red linen
And listen to wyrd

The eyeless sockets
Of a gallant buck look out
A symbol of time

[White Raven]

In between waking
Sometimes I remember it
September morning

It was about six
And dawn had just broke
It was time to go

For a brief moment
As I was coming about
You were around me

You were always slight
Your body like a yew tree
Thin and flexible

Barely any warmth
But what I did feel was yours
Brief as a sparrow

If there is one thing
I never thought would happen
It was that moment

You know, awareness
It slides over, blending time
Erasing it all

For one breath's passing
We had never left Humboldt
It was still summer

No days, months, or years
No fighting, no pain, no rage
A dog at bedside

I think you felt it
Perhaps not so vividly
But enough to pause

Then, like that sparrow
Just as quickly as you came
You were gone again

And so was I.