Well, I updated again.
New poem, this one is an observation of the introspection Majora's Mask forces on me.
Good, Joyous Poetry flows like wine
Intoxicating the senses.
Good, Sorrowful Poetry flows like blood.
Draining out from a wounded soul.
Of these two, neither is better.
However,
One requires time
And ideal circumstance.
For the other
I need only bleed.
When you write good poetry, you take in/bleed out what you are writing as you write it. The author feels the poem stronger than most that may read it.
Write happy work, you're probably drinking the poetic wine as you make it, if it is to be any good.
Write sorrowful work, and you had better be bleeding or it won't be any good.
Sadly, it is easier to bleed than it is to make good wine.
And, if you spend all your time bleeding, your soul and mind will suffer.
I love writing comedy, but am ashamed to find I bleed better. I'd love to see some opinions on this, please review.
I have many more projects, so if you like it, please tell me.