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

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]You have no idea how much I want to gut you..... ....but I'll save it for the wedding night.
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Taking hands,
Needful hands,
Clasping them together,
Holding them high.

Turning slowly,
Moving slowly,
Across the floor,
Gracefully standing tall.

Laughing softly,
Speaking softly,
Together with you,
In this room.

Raising swiftly,
Tilting swiftly,
But keeping balance,
And loving time.[/color]

[Dagger]

The fall and the fallen.
Together we speak of tragedy,
its slow descent and crashing down to death,
but few in this room can articulate
the meaning of the word.
Plucking sorrow from the pages of a book--
that's what this class is for,
and yet empathy in all its warmth
cannot imbue an innocent soul
with knowledge or the grayness of despair.
They're purely theoretical, these literary talks,
subtly indulgent, scarfed in hypocrisy.
We peer at the characters like God in his heaven,
describe little ants crawling through the chapters of a Great Work.


EDIT: No fear, Raiha. We'll keep the thread alive. ^_~

[RioLaskand]

THe words are a blur
they blend together
forming an incoherent mess
my head cracks in agony

The information seeps
from my splintered skull
carefully placed the night before
I can't see clearly

I need to know this
I need to see what
these books of knowledge
can show me

but I can't keep it in
I can't slow the flow
I want to learn how
but I am lost in the pain

and my head splits apart

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Wake her,
With a kiss,
Then realize,
What a mistake it was.

She rises,
Smiling so sweetly,
Hands gripping,
The staff of her heart.

The magic,
Turns against you,
And you,
Know what fear really is.

Her eyes,
Drawing you in,
Captivating softly,
And distracting from the curse.

She utters,
The darkened words,
Then you,
Fall to earth so completley.[/color]

[Dagger]

slap that clay onto the wheel
and tailspin round to evolution.
fingers feel the bucking bowl.
the potter God was here before
(he shaped man's form
from dust and sweat
or maybe dirt with mingled tears
all sorrow-streaked and
melting fear)
but you impress your own design
into the lord-forsaken earth
within your hands the holy dearth
explodes into a sinner's revolution.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Now that she's awake,
She leaves you,
Far away from life,
But far away from death.

Suspended between,
Reality and disbelief,
You are in a place,
That nobody can understand.

Not numb,
But not feeling,
Just jaded,
Like before.

So stay and wait,
For somebody else,
To open your mind,
To life and emotion once more.[/color]

[Dagger]

[i]"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"[/i]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Nighttime fades away,
Discretely,
Morning comes my way,
Completely.

Sometime good will rise,
To drown,
The darkness,
From the sky.

And now this splendid thing,
It stands before my eyes,
You take me,
Hand in hand.

We dance.[/color]

[Dagger]

The rhetorical questions
that rush into your mind
during the fierce back-and-forth.
Which pain is greater,
a broken heart or this
uncomplicated agony?
Well, a truly broken heart
might sting more than a little;
love can't be related
to the simple severance
of connected arteries,
the fleshy snap of separating veins.
Slice through the darkened chambers
and discover
whose heart you'd like to break.
Your yelling coach is one,
although his screams are solely
directed towards improvement.
How lovely, to take forty
burning minutes--and amidst the
muffled grunts of pain--
debate whether the physical matters more.
Right now you'd like to
release a gasping yes, but
the erg still has you strapped.
Alas, to be lazy and on crew.
Just pull with all your little heart
and think,
row your boat, little girl.
Row your goddamned boat.

[Bio]

Walking through the snow at sunset
We're too tired to brush our feet
We'll collapse on the floor,
Because the bed is too far up the stairs
In the bliss of warmth and tension gone,
We gently fall asleep

Paranoia in the night awakens us from dream
A thief, a fool has broken in
Uknown to us are his accomplises
They reveal themselves in due time,
Though bullet nor blade will pierce our skin
And the wounds they grieve are deep

Although my story may have ended,
T'was in the forest long ago
My legend, frost; fauna crested
My song continues, loud and bold

The chorus of a fairy tale passed,
The ever, ringing, first and last
Gestalt all my heart has treasured,
The stacatto in the wind may flow

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Farther off,
In the distance,
You can see,
The rising sun.

It brings light,
Warmth,
Life,
And joy.

Along the mountains,
Red outlies,
And pink clouds gather,
Until something more comes.

The brilliance,
Blinding your eyes,
But giving you heat,
To understand.

That it's a brand new day.[/COLOR]

[Luminaire]

[color=royalblue]The Hourglass

The falling sand
Slipping towards the end of time
Light of day
Dark of night
Always dripping like an endless rain
Creating dunes
Against glass walls
Swept away by imagined winds
A few grains left
Dancing towards the center
A hand reaches out
The hourglass is turned
Time has begun again
[/color]
[color=crimson]~Lumi ^_^[/color]

[Dagger]

artificial petals
dancing in the generated wind.
shadows lie beneath
and here I see
disconnected dark reflections.
life shines paler than a screen.
it's pathetically dull
just rising, falling
crawling and climbing
to the finish.
strut out your days
and I'll gild mine
with traces of
that same ancient dream.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Diving,
From the cliffs above,
To the world below,
Hands clasped together.

Falling,
So far and free,
Without a fear,
Because the world is new.

Safety,
Throwing myself down,
From the dizzying heights,
To the place below.[/color]

[Bio]

[font=tahoma][size=1]Swirling leaves in distant fields
The oak, the maple, the birch
The irony that lies in beauty;
All these leaves are dead[/size][/font]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I send you a notice,
From now on,
Until further conversation,
You are dismissed from my mind.

I will not cry again,
Over your memory,
Because you're alive,
And will stay that way awhile.

So here and now I,
Of sound mind,
Make this statement,
No sorrow and wasted time again.

Ta.[/color]

[Bio]

[font=tahoma][size=1]I,

Only to the world as forthcoming as the wind
Forgotten repentance, only now to an idealist's dreams
If only to seek the harvest near winter, I would find my peace

You,

Only to the world as forthcoming as the rain
Forgotten memories, shadows of today's life
If only to seek the spring near winter, you would find your peace

They,

Only to the world as drawn back as the clouds
Forgotten independance, wandering aimlessly through spires of metal and cement
If only to seek their own undoing, they would find their peace

We,

Always to the world as forthcoming as the storm
Set truths and lies aside, only for those who wish to seek it
At that sought after place, we may find our peace[/size][/font]

[Dagger]

I'm waiting for the world to turn white.
Before the plows drive by,
before the cars slog through--
in the single breath of silence
between morning and mid-day--
it's perfection.
Sacred, soft, a veil or mask of purity.
So snow descends from heaven,
muffling my windows,
blessing the weary, frozen ground
and offering its prayers.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]My arm dips down to the earth,
Then up once more to the sky,
Around,
Then across my chest.

Lilac colored cloth,
Covering my body,
Sliding smoothly,
Barely clinging to me.

With my arms held out,
And my feet bent,
The dance steps flow,
From the tips of my toes to the points of my fingers.

And all is at peace,
Because I,
Am dancing all by myself,
But I know you're watching me.[/color]

[Dagger]

[i]"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."[/i]

[Sara]

[size=1]Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs.

The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side.

It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself.

I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me--
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

...Robert Frost.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I will not say,
That it is better to have loved,
Than not to have loved at all,
At least not in the traditional way.

I have loved,
To the point of death,
But it was simply not meant to be,
And I cried for the loss.

I now know,
That I have learned,
What love really is,
And what pain really is.

So in a sense,
It is better that I have loved,
To finally learn the hard way,
And been able to heal.

Thank you.[/color]

[Dagger]

So I approach my fall.
Stand breathless in the shadows,
Cradled by the sky and earth beneath.
Graceless wanderings led me down this path,
The aimless crawl to darkness.
It curves like female flesh, all broad and
Smooth and strong,
No rocks to stumble over.
I'll pitch forward into flame, as liquid
Quenches fire,
Tumbling down with heaven's gentle rain.

[Bio]

[font=tahoma][size=1]Five the hour,
Two the the last,
One till dawn,
And midnight's passed

Now to the sunrise,
After a crimson, bloody night
The passing of the stars and moon
Mark the beginning of infinity

The possibilities of today
Dream on, dream on
The never ending legend,
The never ending song

Five to the hour,
Two to the last,
One till dawn,
And midnight's passed
[/font][/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I've been searching,
For something,
Something elusive,
Something dancing out of my vision.

I can sense,
That it's something,
But I can't remember,
Nor can I see.

Why is it gone?
Why can't I remember?
Why are you hiding?
Why am I obsessing?

Maybe it's here,
Maybe I don't want to,
Maybe that something is visible,
Maybe I care.

Confusion.[/color]