Writing Today's Poem [M -- As a Precaution]

[Tsukasa/Squall]

Sorrow
To love is like putting yourself in a side show.
Filled with emotions his love will never go.
Crying,trying to force you out of my memory.
The pain hurts.
Trying to stop this war inside my heart.
You torn me between two worlds.
Never finding it...the place that binds me to you.

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]
[u]Heroin[/u]

Your tears tore holes
in delicatly woven humanity
releasing a beast
possesed of rage and hate
and passion and desire
so tangible
so, so real
that the tremors caressing your body
will haunt and satisfy you
for an infinite moment.

And in your dreams of pain
you'll call for me
in your moments of rapture
you'll long for me
I am your everything
your abyss
your sun
your God
your demon
your Infinite.[/color]

[pomme putr]

Mitch, I really enjoyed that poem. You have talent.

[i]A string: it captivates.
The vibrato~ your falsetto.
Liquid-base-- cover up the scar.
Narrow within, expansive without.
Your deviation, a quartet of five.[/i]

[Mitch]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]Yeah, you have talent as well. If you're interested in my poetry, I have an entire thread here in this forum. Some of it is lame, but some of it I really like.

[b][u]Corner[/b][/u]
Crutch the corner stone
Marble; Limestone; Sand
Walk this hold my hand

Monument the side
Crutch it like a corner stone
Inundated the plie
Rocky; Sandy; Lone
Wind-sand weathers the stone

Hm. I'm not really in the mood for writting at the moment. It's something, though.[/color][/size][/font]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]
the mountain

Taunting
haunting
the wind passes me by
gaily whistling
a merry, mocking tune.

And though a juggernaught am I
the wind knows my weakness
time.
And while it comes and goes
dancing and whistling
always taunting
I slowly erode
into a small
mound of earth.[/color]

[Ayokano]

Can you hurt a mountian?

You povoke me with your words.
But I have a qustion.
Can you hurt a mountian?
If you answer yes,you lie
If you answer no
That is what you try to do when
You mess with me
All words
No action
Will you clench your fist
Or will you hit
I don't care
I'm better than you...

[KittyLynn]

[COLOR=hotpink]"Prayer Of A Stray"

Dear God please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain.
And Dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
"That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed I can call my own
My last owner neglected me and chased me away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm tired and hungry and cold.
And I'm afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run in the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad God, please help if you can.
For I have become just a "VICTIM OF MAN!"
I'm wormy Dear God and I'm ridden with fleas and
All that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good
I won't run away and I'll do as I should.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm going to die!
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So Dear God PLEASE, PLEASE answer my prayer
And send me somebody who WILL really care...
[/COLOR]

[Sara]

[size=1]soft sky beckons
sunny breezes
the world at my feet
now Icharus[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Wow Sara, I really liked that one...it was short but revealed quite a bit...that honestly might be my favorite poem I've ever read on the boards (I better stop the praising, I'll end up enflating your ego so much it will rival my own...)

Anyway, here is one for today

For some reason
the season
changes
without warning
this morning
was frigid
An incomprable grey
blankets the day
with a chill
and what was green
has lost its sheen
to autumn snow
[/color]

[Mitch]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i]
[B][size=1]soft sky beckons
sunny breezes
the world at my feet
now Icharus[/size] [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Icharus? What's an Icharus? Don't you mean Icarus? Eh..I looked it up on dictionary.com; that's the closest thing I can find to it. Or maybe it's just a name you randomly made up...who knows. Heh. As for the poem.

It's simple and painted. I feel like I'm left with a slight aftertaste of wanting more. It is pretty good, though, I do agree with Heaven's Cloud. But it isn't the best poem I've ever read on these boards, heh. I can't give you that much. Eh, anyways, I'm too lazy to write a poem right from my head now, so I'll just post my most recent. This is also in my poem thread.[/font]

[b][u]To Kill A Raven Throwing Rocks[/b][/u]
I'd tear my throat out
But then I couldn't speak
To kill a raven
Isn't it so

I'd give everything I have to keep
I'd tear it away feathers of what I've lost
There'd be no smiles gracing the lines
Sometimes you're just too weak

The ravens fly overhead
No angels no wings
Sometimes you're just too weak
To kill a raven
Isn't it so

I'm stuck on words I can't say
Feathers inundated and black; turned your back
Turned your back again

There'd be no smiles gracing these cracks
Your beak's black; you're not coming back
Not coming back

Remember when you're young
Those aren't words this isn't where you've run
Only gone where the ravens' sung
Park's the blood; swing's the lung
Remember how you used to breathe

It's tearing my throat out I'd have to say
Remembering how you used to breathe
How you'd just ride and ride the swing

To kill a raven
Isn't it so
Lose the railing
Let it all go

It's giving everything I'd have to say
Remembering when you're young
How those words were never there; how far you've run
Dirt is the past; it's already dug
Sometimes you just lose what was love

I'm stuck on words I can't say
The swing; the lung; the park
I'm stuck on these words and I can't say
All you know just seems to fall away

Just seems to fall away
How you used to breath
Seems to fall away

Ravens do fly overhead
No angels no wings
Sometimes you are just too weak
It's like you've thrown so many rocks; nothing's sweet

It's throwing everything I'd say rolling these rocks
Sometimes you learn what's to be a rock and roll
You've got this last rock; this last throw
It's needing to hit that finger; hit that toe
Then you know what it's like to be a rock and not to roll

And isn't it so
To kill a raven
To take that rock
And let it roll

To kill a raven
Isn't it so[/size][/color]

[Sara]

[size=1]Icarus...Icharus...I suppose I might have spelled it wrong; I didn't check or anything.

*glances at Heaven's Cloud* That would take some doing, now, wouldn't it?[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Probably...actually, I am going to attempt to immortalize my greatness in prose right now (this is a daunting task, am I great enough to capture my own grandeur?)

I watch all the people
pass me by
staring at the ground
averting their eyes
afraid of being blinded
by my powerful presence
all of them envy
my very essence.
Oh! to be me
is go very grand
better then being rich
or ruling a land
It is infintly better
then finding true love,
winning the lotto,
or soaring with wings of a dove.
The best part about me, however,
is what most people dread,
the delusions of granduer
that dance through my head.
[/color]

[ChibiV]

I'm not a a poet, but I would like to join this thread, just for fun. :D I'm not too happy lately, so I just want to share my deep dark feeling.


There are many lights in this world
But why I only see darkness
Is it because I'm blind?
Or there's no such thing as light?

[Sara]

[i]the delusions of granduer
that dance through my head.[/i]

[size=1]Lovely.

I hear his voice, laughing
down the hallway
I sit at my desk
A test lies before me
the world is gloomy
But I am smiling.[/size]

[Mitch]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell][b][u]My Head Has No Room[/b][/u]
i promised to the night
my head has no room
he thought
and soon

i promised to her
my head has no room
she thought
and soon

i drove my car to school
my head has no room
i parked
alone as the moon

i walk around like i've got
some persuasion
i tell them all
my head has no room

it's shaking my teeth
i promised i drove i tell
it's shaking my teeth
i can't go on

my head has no room
i try to check into the motel
i'm told it's used
i promised i tell them
i tell them she thought
i tell them and soon

all they say is see you later
your head has no room
i am locked away
left to go back
and tell them
my head has no room[/color][/size][/font]

[future girl]

this came to mind last night and i felt like sharing, i'm not sure whether to name it suicide or revenge.

One day I won?t be a coward anymore
And my hand will no longer tremble
When holding the blade against my wrist
One day the world will cease to spin
And you will fall to the floor
You?ll land on me
And realize I was gone
You?ll say it was a surprise
But know secretly that you pushed me to it
My image will be ever present in your dreams
Your nightmares
My hand will be the one
To rock your cradle into eternal sleep
And in Hades
You?ll relive my tragedy
As if it were happening for the first time
I?ll smile

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]

COMA
Running parrellel
to my tragedy
is the nagging urge
to erupt, to explode
to finally complete
my metomorphisis.

My overdose
distributed in
tiny ganuals
by sir Sandman himself,
keeps me inebriated
dibilitaed
from the worlds horrors.

But I still taste
my hearts beat
and I can smell
my lungs fill
but when will I hear
your musical voice?[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Walk through the corridors,
Feel the fear,
Envelop your senses,
Red mist clouding the ground.

See the shadows coming,
Turn to face them,
Know it's too late,
And feel the needles slipping in.

Fall to the ground,
Neck bleeding in scarlet,
Cry for help,
Expect nobody to care.

Wake up a few hours later,
Look around,
Then feel the marks on your body,
And scream aloud.

The damyere is coming for you.[/COLOr]

[Mitch]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I got the idea for this from a combination of things. I got the cockatrice idea from playing FF I, lol, when I got attacked by them. This isn't near finished yet, but I think it's going good for a beginning, so I thought I'd share what I have. It's untitled as of yet.

[b][u]Untitled[/b][/u]
Apparition there's known
Gargoyle he's stone
Cockatrice glared
No one knows

Apparition turned stone
Wounds on him?they are known
But gargoyle
He's stone

Apparition you're rock
Looked at the cockatrice
You gist you gast you specter
Looked at the cockatrice
Should've known[/color][/size][/font]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]
[b]conformity[/b]

Balance
your hope
on the head of a pin
balance
your truth
on a line that is thin
and hide
your lies
inside your pocket
and take
your dream
and and spend it

For tomorow
only comes
if you want it
and today will
only end
if you let it
no use cherishing
what you can control
life ain't a road
there is no toll
no exit
or off ramp
no shoulders
or street lamps
only the infinite
to fathom[/color]

[Mitch]

[center][url=http://www.eaudrey.com/myth/cockatrice.htm][img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=385209[/img][/center][/url][size=1][center](Click on image to find more info on the cockatrice)[/center]

[center][color=red]And here is the near-final version of it. If you don't know, a Cockatrice is a mythological creature with the head of a rooster and the body of a dragon. That's the really gist-ish definition of it. Also now that they are said to be extremely poisonous creatures. It's said that whatever they touch disintegrates. And if they stare at something, they can kill it. I don't know yet for certain if they change things to stone by looking at them, but it doesn't matter. The turning to stone in this poem can be seen as allegorical. Well, everything in this poem is allegorical, but I thought I'd mention about the Cockatrice for those who have no clue because it is needed to really understand this poem at least any.[/size][/center]

[center][b][u]Cockatrice's Fall[/b][/u]
Apparition there's known
Gargoyle he's stone
Cockatrice glared
No one knows

Apparition turned stone
Wounds on him're known
But gargoyle
He's stone

Apparition you're rock
Looked at the cockatrice
You gist you gast you specter
Looked at the cockatrice
Should've known

Hatched by a serpent
Rooster's egg thick skinned
No shells no white
Yellow and dark as abright

Cockatrice
Wight are you
So the apparition he knows
Gargoyle
He's stone

King of serpents
King of birds
Wings on the edge
Fly without herds

Cockatrice
Wight are you
So the banshee knows
But gargoyle
He's stone

Spirit of evil
Wight are you
Gargoyle on his cling
Gutter for the rain's spring
The Cockatrice you don't know
Only rain on your wing

But gargoyle
You're stone
I saw you froze
Stone-froze in the cold
Looked at the Cockatrice
Should've known

Cockatrice was flying to nothing as the rain fell
Came upon the gargoyle stared him right in the face
Looked at the stone-brick and thought his taste
Just sitting there flying to nothing as the rain fell

Came upon the gargoyle stared him right in the face
Tried to turn him to poison with his chaste
Glared upon the gargoyle stared him right in the face
Rain was falling to nothing he was flying to nothing
Cockatrice glared at the gargoyle stared him right in the face

Rain was falling gargoyle was on his hear
Catching the rain as it fell
Cockatrice glared the gargoyle could hear

The cockatrice was looking at the stone
King of serpent's mind was numb
The cockatrice was looking at the stone
King of serpent's mind was numb

On that stone rain was falling
Saying cold and wet on the slab
Cockatrice's mind was numb
Glaring at the stone
Cockatrice was numb

Apparition you're rock
Never thought you'd ever talk
Never thought your tears would fall
Thought you were rock
But gargoyle
He's stone

Gargoyle thought he was stone
Specter the banshee should've known
Rain fell he was no longer stone
Desert turns to mud seems the gargoyle heard
Came so far tears so long
Apparition's retribution rain fell gone

Basilisk hissed the rain fell down
Cockatrice looked at the gargoyle
Basilisk hissed the rain fell down
The cockatrice's mind was numb

Desert turns to mud seems the gargoyle heard
Caught the rain kept it on his cling
Water shimmers as rain showers spring

Apparition's retribution fell gone
Came so far tears so long
Serpent's glare gone wrong
Apparition's retribution fell gone

Gargoyle thought you were stone
But you're alive in the shower's own
Cockatrice looked at you thought it'd turn you to stone
Should've known

Cockatrice
Wight are you
Sometimes they fall
Gargoyle knew his call
Heard the rain knew he could hear

Cockatrice
Spirit of evil
Serpent of serpents
Gargoyle knew his call

You looked right at him
Cockatrice's mind was numb
Stone and stone above
Looked at the gargoyle your mind turned numb
Ice was forming in your head as you fell dumb
Looked at the gargoyle your mind turned numb

Saw your reflection in the stone
Desert turns to mud and you know
Cockatrice's mind was numb
Desert turns to mud and now you know
Saw your reflection in the stone

Turned to stone should've known
Fell to nothing
Alone[/color][/center]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Ordinarily
time grows
it ebbs with tides
and expands in the dawn
it grows and feeds
on the vast
nothingness
and consumes
and confounds
all hearts
and minds

But today
time shrank
and I hid it
in my pocket
no longer
befuddled or confused
I shrug off the world
with one last thought[/color]

[Sara]

[size=1]Almost Perfect
Enough to pass unnoticed
in the crowd
when everyone knows
I'm perfect
and waits for a mistake

Almost perfect
Enough to smile and say
that everything's alright
I'd rather lie
than lose the illusion

Almost perfect
Enough to define
what I know of myself
Perfection
Almost

Almost perfect
Enough to know
I'm not
Enough to fool
the world
Enough to hurt
and wish I were alone

Almost perfect
But not quite

Don't tell me it's okay to cry[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royallbue]She will be blooded.

Painful but absolutely necessary,
For life to continue.

She tilts her head back,
Feel the claws slipping in the hidden place.

Smile at the new moon,
And Pentagram shinning in her eyes.

She has been blooded.

Nothing that will be kind,
A new creature to haunt the footsteps of man.

Do not be afraid,
She will only kill those who are not innocent.

Or those who want death,
But they are too many for her to catch.

She is blooded.

A new horror of the night, combined with the power of the damyere. [/COLOr]

[Sara]

[size=1][b]Found this in some old stuff[/b]

dear heart--were that I could know
the deepest secrets of a soul
and better then, that soul to love
and better then, their nature learn--
their secrets bared, their dark dreams told--
and know, and love, and trust, and yearn

and never more be there a wall
betwixt two longing hearts
but loving hands and soft embrace
and comfort murmer in the dark

dear heart--were but I could know
the deepest love that it profess
but would fain show
for fear of hurt
tho' naught could make me love them less

and were that I could hold them close
and breathe that breath that spake to me
and loving words hast often spoke
and loving soul so close, to be

and were there but one hour on earth
their truest heart, close, to profess
parted in life--in death, mayhap
two like souls may become one flesh [/size]