Ichabod Jones is a simple scruff
Living on the edge
Dangling his feet
Into the sickening fog
Peering up at the flying city
Humanity’s only home
Ichabod Jones remembers times
When man walking richest soil
Instead of echoing steel
Before the fog encompassed all
Forcing man into the sky
With nothing more than memories
Ichabod Jones breathes deep
Inhaling wisps of fog
Nothing more than a sour taste
Dancing on his gums
Instead of agonizing pain
For those that seek his services
Ichabod Jones is a diver
One of the lucky ones
Who can return to lands long lost
Charging all who wish to pay
For a scrap of forgotten time
Or a keepsake left behind
Ichabod Jones is a simple scruff
Content within his little life
Never wanting more than need
Or perhaps a flask of shine
Enjoying his adventures
Without wading in too deep




I really liked the rhythm in this poem
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Thanks. I was going for a bouncy song type of feel.
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You succeeded!
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Ichabod Jones is an interesting lad…scruffy though he may be. Nice.
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Thanks. Now I just have to figure out what to do with Mr. Jones.
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I’m sure you’ll come up with something!
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*Dances to Charles’s Poem* This would be a good intro to a mystifying & superbly intense dubstep track, Something like a headhunterz track! >.< I lub dub step so I always try to find awesome things that mesh well with the beat and tempo of the drooooop.
As always your Poems are beyond amazing!
Bravo!
=]
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Thanks. Never thought about putting it to music, but I can so see that now.
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