andreisaacs

By andreisaacs on Apr 25, 2013 at 1:04 AM

Hey, remember me, poppys red as blood? well i started a poetry blog and have TONS of poems on there... if you're interested in checking it out? www.andreswords.wordpress.com

By andreisaacs on Apr 23, 2013 at 5:35 AM

Hey, remember me, poppys red as blood? well i started a poetry blog and have TONS of poems on there... if you're interested in checking it out? www.andreswords.wordpress.com

By andreisaacs on Dec 22, 2012 at 4:21 AM

Im currently working on a poem called: "Beyond An Acre Of Land" any ideas on what it is? As soon as i finished it, i will type it up for you i you want?

By PrincessWordplay on Dec 21, 2012 at 4:36 PM

I think it would make a fantastic lyric.

By andreisaacs on Dec 21, 2012 at 8:21 AM

What do u think?

By andreisaacs on Dec 21, 2012 at 8:18 AM

LIKE A FLOWER- Roses are red, violets are blue, like a rose i have thorns but then so do you. Buttercups are yellow, Daisys are white, because sometimes im wrong, doesnt mean your always right. Tulips are purple, dahlias are pink, like those two flowers, dark and bright- we have no link. Pansys are black, irises are green, im always by your side though you act im not seen Im not a pure coloured flower, Im the rare flower, and i cant help but be, so stop trying to change and contradict me. Now roses bleed red and violets cry blue, my petals are falling, and im no longer falling for you. You have broken my stem yet im still standing, your not a dictator so stop the commanding. Although i've planted my roots in the palm of your hand, i've took my head out the clouds and im back on the land. My heart has been broken and its not hard to say- since i've met you i've withered away.

By andreisaacs on Dec 21, 2012 at 7:54 AM

Woops, i cant seem to find it..... must have left it in school meaning i wont be able to access it untill january ....instead i will type up a poem called like a flower

By andreisaacs on Dec 21, 2012 at 7:46 AM

Hey, i just finished a new poem about the death penalty, it will take some time to type up..... it also some poetic lines from books and nursery rhymes re-phrased. It will be up asap, i still havent named it so if you have any ideas let me know :)

By PrincessWordplay on Dec 18, 2012 at 11:05 AM

A fine collection of words, my friend, but too potent for a mere title. You ought to put that into a poem somewhere. I am going to call my little creation "Battle Cry" because the play on words clicks right into place all nice and neat. I, too, write on a variety of topics. Have a lovely day, and with it, a haiku: such careless whispers / spilled secrets in the moonlight / a nightingale's song

By andreisaacs on Dec 18, 2012 at 5:26 AM

... I'm really impressed, its a poem that explains more horrors of the world, problems that remain untouched, with no voice loud enough to speak otherwise, dont question the problems in our world, for speaking your mind is practically a crime to the opposition who (depending on the event and situation) could take away our freedom. ........ I guess it does relate to my previous theme, although not all my poems are strictly based around the same idea. Considering not all my poems have the same idea or message behind them, about half of them do. -An unjust world. How does the title: "Baby wrapped in thorns" sound? i think it would be suitable for your poem..... Theres a message behind the title..... so, what do you say?

By PrincessWordplay on Dec 16, 2012 at 3:10 PM

Something that fits your theme, I think. It's a bit cynical, sorry about that. It's not titled yet: Hush little baby, please don’t cry / Just listen as the angels sing / An air raid siren lullaby / While seated on a bomber’s wing / Hush little baby, please don’t whine / Don’t question the bureaucracy / Nor speak against a cause divine / This is the cost of being free

By andreisaacs on Dec 16, 2012 at 10:25 AM

Would i be able to see a poem you wrote?

By andreisaacs on Dec 14, 2012 at 4:09 PM

Yeah, im no expert, i just love poetry. I dont think i made spelling mistakes because im Hungarian, i have been able to speak English from the age of 4, so its no exuse for me, they're just mistakes. Unlike most people my age that i am surrounded by, im not into the whole video games and stuff, i am more into acting, singing & writing. I barely speak slang and try to make sure all my writing is correctly worded therefore i may come across as mature. I realised i am not your age range although i read your profile and since your a poet in training i wanted to get your opinion on it. I also find some of your lols really funny. I also agree that people really need to realise the pasts tragic events and the mayhem that continues to this day, hopefully one day it will end although at the moment theres too much hatred, greed and jealousy, people need to realise how many people die in war, how many relatives lives are affected, and the destruction in the enviroment. In order for the world to ever be at peace, war has to stop! Talk to you another time. :)

By PrincessWordplay on Dec 11, 2012 at 4:00 PM

Yes, in training. I will always be in training. Anyone who calls themselves an expert in poetry is an arrogant fool. It is an art that can never be mastered. André, I was amazed when you mentioned you were 13 (just so you know, I am old enough to be your mother). The subject matter and your form display a level of maturity beyond your years. I do suggest you use an English spellcheck on your work. I understand that being Hungarian, English is a second language for you (though I feel you grasp it VERY well) but others will not be as forgiving. Other than that, I can't really complain. It's well structured and it certainly made an impression on me. I was born in Europe. I have family in London, and have been to West Berlin. I have seen the scars of WWII that remained, and still remain, long after the fighting stopped. War is a terrible, terrible thing. Here in the far west, many people fail to grasp that. They speak of the approximate 2400 military deaths in Pearl Harbour as an atrocity, while most are unaware of the approximately 25,000 death, mostly civilians, that occurred during the firebombing of Dresden, Germany. You are right to point out that two minutes is an insult, not an honour, to those that died. I wish there were more writings like yours. Perhaps the world would see why this pointless violence needs to end.

By andreisaacs on Dec 11, 2012 at 1:38 PM

POPPYS RED AS BLOOD (<<title<<)- Drop, drop slowly blood oozes, soldiers died and die, they fought through the bruises. Over 40 million people past away, stop. Think for two minutes on remembrance day. Familys and friends silently scream, they just cant cope, the pains too unreal, broken by the tragedy their heart can no longer feel, poppys harvested humans, atleast poppys get to breathe. And every november you buy a poppy to remember the flower that grew through the blood, and upon that field there was no need for water, body fluids soaked up the mud, what once was a beautiful land... is hard to picture a silent graveyard. As the blood flows underground it attacks and drowns the poppys roots, laying under the rotted flesh, poppys steal the last thing left, stealing what was warm, the weapons that they hold and the blood thats now bitter cold. As the last man stands with his weapons, his knife, he reflects on his children and wife, a bullet slams into his chest, he panicks, his heart pounds, thud, thud, the ground absorbs soldiers tears and pain and grows poppys red as blood. -André Herczeg

By andreisaacs on Dec 11, 2012 at 1:36 PM

POPPYS RED AS BLOOD Drop, drop slowly blood oozes, soldiers died and die, they fought through the bruises. Over 40 million people past away, stop. Think for two minutes on remembrance day. Familys and friends silently scream, they just cant cope, the pains too unreal, broken by the tragedy their heart can no longer feel, poppys harvested humans, atleast poppys get to breathe. And every november you buy a poppy to remember the flower that grew through the blood, and upon that field there was no need for water, body fluids soaked up the mud, what once was a beautiful land... is hard to picture a silent graveyard. As the blood flows underground it attacks and drowns the poppys roots, laying under the rotted flesh, poppys steal the last thing left, stealing what was warm, the weapons that they hold and the blood thats now bitter cold. As the last man stands with his weapons, his knife, he reflects on his children and wife, a bullet slams into his chest, he panicks, his heart pounds, thud, thud, the ground absorbs soldiers tears and pain and grows poppys red as blood. Im 13 n i write ALOT -André Herczeg

By andreisaacs on Dec 11, 2012 at 1:30 PM

Hi, so u are training to be a poet. Im a keen poet myself. Heres one one my poems: what do u think?

By PrincessWordplay on Jun 21, 2012 at 2:32 PM

You manage okay. Keep practising :)

By andreisaacs on Jun 21, 2012 at 10:46 AM

Yea, thanks! :) um...btw did ja like me lolcatz?

By PrincessWordplay on Jun 21, 2012 at 9:02 AM

Unfortunately they ended the Collectibles program because it was taking more time and money to maintain than it was worth. Business is business is business I'm afraid. I do know that someone started an off-site program called CAT (Collect ALL the Things) but it's been a while since any news floated over my dashboard. If I see anything about it should I let you know?

By andreisaacs on Jun 21, 2012 at 12:21 AM

P.s can you look through some of my lols for easy access of all of them you can go to one of my websites called ketchupklub :) TY

By andreisaacs on Jun 21, 2012 at 12:17 AM

You sound really fun im glad i addz youz as a friend. some of your lolcats are extremely funny so i faivourated them... :) BTW how do we get collectiballes???? Please write back :-D