Writing Mitch's Poetry

[Sara]

[size=1]That was....very good..[/size]

[Mitch]

[color=red][b][u]Hello Lies, Let Go[/b][/u]
Hello
Is there anyone home?

Hello
Is there anywhere to go?

The ships move along in horizon,
Your lips move and I can't hear what you say

Hello
Is there anyone home?

Hello
Is there anywhere to go?

I opened the door to the sun,
I found what burns and what's frozen run.

Your lips, they move, I can't hear what you're saying.
And I was once alive, but my hands, they are jammed into position.

Hello
Is there a dream in your lips?

Hello
Is there something I heard that escaped the vocal slip?

I opened the door to the moon.
I left the after-glow to come soon.

And I was once alive, but my hands, they are froze like ice.
Your lips, they move, but I can't hear what they interpretate in my sight.

Hello
Is there pain in this shadow?

Hello
Is there any way I can be shown where it hurts?

The ships move along in horizon,
I came to your tongue, and I can't hear inside my mind's embezzlement.

Is there pain in this shadow?
Is there anyway I can be shown where it hurts?

Your lips, they move, but only a silhouette,
Only a lie. A fleeting glimpse.

Your lips, I cannot put my finger on those shadows.
You lips, they are ruby with bites in ship.

The ships move on in horizon,
I wonder where yours lingers in behind it?

Hello
Is there anybody other than lies.

Hello
I want to know where you've lost yourself in all these ties.

And I was once alive, alive as you, and my hands are frozen,
They froze in a swamp of damp blizzard.

Open your lips true,
Let ruby red write the dreams I've wished to weave in sue.

Open your lips true,
Let the ruby red ride the wings of the night.

Hello
I wonder where it's all gone.

Hello
The lips move, and pursed is all you're saying.

Hello
I was once alive, and I've died my times of death.

And I was once alive, my hands are froze, a ruby red rose
So slightly frail and so moonly tailed.

Hello, I wish I could hear you,
Hello, I wish I knew what you have that's rose and true.

Hello
Hello

Hello lies, I know you, so very alive.
We're just two lost grounds running over the same old fears.

Hello lies, I know you, so very alive.
We're just same of the one, one of the same.

I've lived with you years and years,
All I've cried is lies in tears, lies in tears.

Hello, I know where you've been.
I know your story so cut and thin.

Hello, lies, your lips?they move, and I can't hear
What you're saying.

Hey you, you lies, throw it all away.
Throw it into the trash, forget this rival clash.

Hey you, you lies, throw it all away.
Throw it into the trash, forget this rival clash.

I found you in the sun
I found you in the moon.

I found the true face so soon,
I found the true light that's you.

And I died, as I placed my fingers on the ease.
And I died, as I placed my fingers and froze them with lease.

I die here frozen with all the lies,
All those dastardly cold lies.

The blizzard that ensues is but a repertoire of my heart.
The blizzard that nips is but a coldness to my stepped part.

Hello
I know you're there.

Hello
Your lips are moving, and I need to be saved.

I need to be shown the way, I need to rid of the stays.
I lie here frozen, the coldness but a darkness of the ways.

The lies lie molten into magma flowed into my psyche.
The lies lie molten into lava spewed into a royal red of crimson might.

Hello lies
Hello

Hello lies
Hello

Your lips, they move, but only a silhouette,
Only a lie. A fleeting glimpse.

Your lips, they move, and I freeze as I
Forget what I've breathed.

Hello lies,
This, this is where you die.

Hello lies,
This, this is where I forget you.

What a compulsive impulse you were to me.
What a fallen demeanor, you were so sweet.

But as you were sweet, you were cold.
As I bit, I sloshed into nothing.

Hello
Hey you lies.

Hello
Hey you lies

I opened the door to the moon.
I left the after-glow to come soon.

The water is frozen marsh.
The frost is written with harsh.

I hope you watch as I melt your wretched cold away,
I hope you watch as I destroy you with the very light that gave you day!

The frost is written with harsh,
And this is the last I will give you my place of warmly parts.

Go to the moon,
She'll love you more than I do.

Go to the sun,
He'll shimmer more with what you blew.

Go to the depths of hell,
For there is where you'll find true.

Hello
I whisper, and the cold is gone.

Hello
Your lips move, and I can't hear what I'm saying.

Hello
Hello

Hello lies
Let go.

Hello lies
Let go.

Hello
The cold has died.

Hello
The cold has died.

Hello
I'll forget and lies will come back inside.

Hello
I'm whispering into your ears

I'm whispering into your ears
Answer, and coldness is here.

Answer, and coldness is here.
Hello. Hello.

Answer, and our resolves will be put to the test.
Answer, let the freeze chill our burning hearts.

Lies, answer, I've come back to you.
Lies, answer, my heart's burn is for you.

Hello

Don't forget my lips move for you.
Don't forget. Don't forget.

Lies, your lips move,
And I can't hear.

Lies, your lips move,
And I'm back to where I had binded you here tonight.

Lies, your lips move,
And I'm back to the frost that froze my hand.

I'm back to where I've left the land.
I'm back to where I've left the blizzard running quick and stern.

Your lips move, and I can't hear what you're saying.
Your lips move, and I can't hear what you're saying.

The wind blows by, and I'm gone with sighs.
Lies, your lips, they move.

I died, my hand is froze, I touched that I've forever hold.
I died, my hand is froze, I touched that I've forever held.

The ships move along in horizon,
Your lips move and I can't hear what you say

The countenance of you is fazed forever in my way.
The countenance of my heart is yours forever payed.

Hello
Your lips move, and I can't hear what you're saying.

Hello
Your affable rule is so very sweet.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]Yup, here I am with another poem about lies. This one I got an idea from from Sara's little quote she's got in her sig. Here, below, I'll quote it, just so I give source to my inspiration. Isn't it weird where inspiration can come from? Anyways, thanks for the inspiration you don't even know about, Sara ^_^...[/size]

[quote]I love you, and other beautiful lies[/quote]

[size=1] It's a nice little quote that is much bigger than it appears to be. Now, I didn't exactly quote the quote, but I did follow it pretty closely. You'll also notice I used redundancy in this one. I don't know if it'll end up good or not from this but, I love to experiment. So, here's Sara's quote expanded into What Mitch Thought Of It theory:[/size]



[b][u]I Love You, And All Lies[/b][/u]
I love you, and all lies.
I love you, and I keep them like mine.

The forest is shaken.
Your mind's forever lies.

The forest is green.
It dies with lies.

The trees are green.
I would like to believe.
I would like to believe , those trees are green.

The trees are hidden in the dark.
The trees are hissing like I have start.

I love you: I love you, and all lies.
My ways, they gleam.
I love: I love you, and all lies.

Won't you take a way through the forest?
Won't you take a way through the shadows deep here inside?

Moments slip by, lies make me grow fast like time.
Moments slip by, you lies, and I love you all, and lies.

Lies?won't you join me with my lies?
Won't you join me, and take a rest deep inside?

The forest is shaken.
Lies?won't you come with me: Love me and all my lies?

I know the forest isn't green anymore?
The lies are there, even in fairest of all.

For mother's nature is what lies are called.
And I love you, and all lies.

I love the trees: I love you, and all lies.
Won't you come, come over to the lies?
I see that blanked look into your eyes?
Isn't it lies?

The trees are green,
Young, it seems:
Young, it seems.

I love you, young green, and all lies.
Green youth: I love you, and all lies.

Green youth, I love you, for merrily you laugh at your own lies.
Trees?I love you, and all the lies that are youthful dies.

The forest is shaken?
Everything's adjacent.
Hold on for the lies,
I see your eyes.

Beauty's but a forest greened in youth.
Beauty: I love you, and all your lies.

I just want it forever.
I just want to last it out and never.

I love you: Like lies.

Like lies, I love, like lies, I strung.
The forest is shaken.

Can't I hear the forest?
No, it's all lies.

Yes, it's all lies.
Beauty is calling, I can't phase the clouds of mine.
I love you, you and all your lies.

Lies?Join my lies.
For life's all lies: I love you, and all lies.
For life's but lies: Death gives you some time.

Death gives you some time, you lies.
I love you, and all lies.

Love me like my lies?
Love me, carry me forever time?
May death be our lie?may it?

May our death be our lie?can we lose it all, lies, like love in bloomed pine?
The forest is shaken.

The forest is taken.
Taken, I love those lies.
I love those lies, they took you, forest, green and died.

I love you, and all lies.
Don't forget the forest is fine.

Don't forget the forest grew, and the lies flew in crime.
Don't forget, you lies, don't forget.

Don't forget. Live your lies, maybe death will be fine.
And I love you, and all lies.

The forest is a lie.
Life is all a lie.
Love is beauty in greened youthful cries.
And I love you, and all lies.

I wonder why it's all lies?
I wonder if I could really find inside?
I want to believe.
Don't you want to, too?

The green forest's death is all green with lies.
And I want to believe.
I want to believe the forest is green.
I want to believe that the trees whisper no deceit?

But, I love you, and all lies.
I love you: And all lies.
I love you, and all?every single leaf?I love you, and all beauty that shimmer lies.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] This poem I took from the one I quickly posted in the "Would You Die For The One You Love?" Thread, and I decided to turn it into a true poem. This would be the result:[/size]

[b][u]Death Is For Love[/b][/u]
Death happens as it happens--
and I have yet to find, why some elude.
I have yet to find why dreams are worth more than death's due.
For--we all shall die, as flames burn cold, and the ice is cold.

For--we all shall die, as flames burn cold.
As flames burn cold, and the ice is cold.
Death is bitter-sweet.
Death is bitter-sweet.
Don't cower, it's only defeat.

Death is bitter-sweet.
Death is bitter-sweet
Don't cower, it's only defeat.

And as flames burn cold--the ice turns into frostly cold.
And don't you cower, it's only defeat

Life happens as it happens--
and I have yet to find why some capture not the moment that has come.
I have yet to find why some wallow in such pity and sentiments as they run.
For--we all shall live, as cold burns flame, and the ice is thawed and undone.

Life is sentimental, so tangy, how sweet.
Life is sentimental, so tangy, how sweet.
Don't live for death, it's only defeat.

Life is sentimentally sweet, so tangy, how sour to seat.
Life is sentimental, so tangy, how sweet.
Don't die for death, it's only defeat.

I saw you take the tumble down.
I saw love give you reason now.
I took it for granted, so sweet, eternally sound.

I saw you take it into shape.
I saw love give you something to create.
I took it for mine, so tangy, so inobsolete.

And death is bitter-sweet:
Life is tangy, how sweet.
I wish I had overcome defeat.

I wish I had overcome defeat.
I saw you tumble down.
I saw you give our love reason now.
Taken for granted, dead outlying somehow.

You capture that moment, sweet, tangy, how sound.
You took it for our love, lived a death, just for the ground.

Just for the ground, you fell so down.
You fell so down, and I can't hear any other sound.
All I hear is sentimental coldness now.

All I hear is coldness now.
Death is so bitter-sweet, given with defeat.
Life is so painful, with death clamping steep.

I wish I had taken the moment for what it was.
Taken your hand, and died there with you.
Tears are my pay.

Tears are my pay, they sting in mellow life.
Tears are my pay, they sting in mellow life.

Why didn't I take your hand, and died there with you?
I give our love reason now.

For the flower may be wilted and frail,
But death only left it off to sail.
For the flower still lives on, as memory strives long.

Death is such bitter-sweet.
Love delves like a fleet.
Death is such bitter-sweet.
I cry, it's defeat.

I cry, it's defeat.
I cry, why do I sleep?

Why do you sleep, and I with only night?
Your death is so sour--so shot--I wish you sleep.

I wish you sleep, may our love never die in the sleep.
For the ground is your sleep, and heaven the rest.

Life is such tangy, so claspingly dead with sweet.
Why do I only live, and you sleep?

Don't forget, love is for death.
I cry, defeat.
You sleep, deeply.
Tears are the pay I reap.

Death does happen as it happens--
so bitter-sweet, flowering into the soil sleet.
Death is bitter-sweet as I see the clouds dither in weep.
Why death is chosen, do not ask.

Love is the answer, even though tears do pass.
Love is the answer, even though tears do pass.

Love the answer is, even though death does so not adhere.
He, shroud with black, only knows it as a fear.

So seen as it is, life is the death of love found here.
And time is the spindle that spins the wheel into tight feel.
And death, he is abridged to death as near.

Your death is so sour, love, I wish it sleep.
But, I, I have miles before I do sleep.

Moments slip by, my heart has died.
Moments slip by, my heart has died.

Death, he is not mercy.
My heart has died, he takes me in chastity.

And life brightens with black everyday.
As death nears his days.

I wish for it to hasten faze,
But, my heart has died.

Your death is so sour, love, I wish it sleep.
I wish our love you keep in that sleep,
For I give it now.

But I, I have miles to go before I sleep.
Death stays, and I'm in defeat.
Death stays, forever over-longing sharp meet.
But, I have miles to go before I sleep.

And death is so bitter-sweet.
I cry, it's all in defeat.
But I have miles to go before I sleep.

[size=1] This next one I told Queen Asuka I'd write for her. I really don't know why I opted to write it for her, but heck, why not. I guess because I'm the official Minstrel of The Otaku Royalty now, heh:[/size]

[b][u]What A Rose You Are[/b][/u]
What a rose you are.
What a rose you are.

My hands touch, but it is so very far.
And what a rose you are.

Very fair, but it is so very far.
Clefts enamored, rose, you take me.
Clefts enamored, rose, I touch you on the stem.

What a rose you are, as beauty has a keep.
Red, but green in stemly sweet.

How far the breeze blows, beauty, he knows.
Far away, age gives sway, beauty, he knows.

What a rose you are, yet far.
I see you over in the meadow,
I see you sway with beauty's breeze.

I see age click by a second sleep.
But, what a rose you are.
Roots, stem, lips, how fair and bright a star.

What a rose you are.
But, your hair, it sways in other worldly fall.

It says, as age calls, wonderingly after all.
It says, roses wilt, and die in breezed.

Stay a rose, for they are fair.
Do wilt not, even if the redness dies.

What a rose you are.
Do you know the syntax of?

What a rose you are,
But mine, I have found somewhere far off?

The breeze is swaying, sway in the breeze.
The breeze is enamored, green with envied glee.

Care your frailty, or forget you as a rose.
For roses stand true and tall, not a wrinkle or a tint at all.

Stay a rose, for they are fair.
And do not forget, take care.

For what a rose you are,
The breeze says.

For what a rose you are,
And may you live, far off?
Far off, there in the soil.

What a rose you are, and I can see you very far?
Far off, there in the soil.
Black with nutrient, rooted with growth.

And what a rose you are,
My hands touch, but you are so very far.[/color]

[conpiracymonki]

[b][size=1]M[strike]oo[/strike]itch....those two were real neat. I like 'What A Rose You Are' over 'Death Is For Love' though.
My favourite bits:[/b]
[quote]I saw you take the tumble down.
I saw love give you reason now.
I took it for granted, so sweet, eternally sound.
-[i]Death Is For Love[/i]

What a rose you are, as beauty has a keep.
Red, but green in stemly sweet.

How far the breeze blows, beauty, he knows.
Far away, age gives sway, beauty, he knows.
-[i]What A Rose You Are[/i][/quote]
[b]
*stabs AOL for messing up his first post attempt*
[spoiler]*stabs M[strike]oo[/strike]itch for the fun of it all*[/spoiler][/b][/size]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]This one's written in dedication to Juuthena, I read on her blog she'd broken up with someone...so, yeah. And anyone else out there who needs it...[/size]

[b][u]I Close My Eyes You Felt So Alive[/b][/u]
You flew so very alive,
Like a feather blowing in my mind.
You flew so very alive,
And it's like you never had wings.

You feel so alive,
You flew so very alive.
Like a feather blowing in my mind,
You flew around, so very alive.

I look at you, and I look away.
I look at you, and I look away.

Your eyes' aura is burning blue with cries,
And you feel so very alive.
I watched it all,
Now I've looked away.

Now I look away,
I saw you die in change.
You feel so very alive,
The wings you've now chose merited, black-hued.
I look away.

The change has blown me away,
And it's like you never had wings.
It's like you've never had wings,
How you feel so alive.

Never did I think
You changed
At all.

Never did I think
You'd give up your
Wings for it all.

I watched the change in you,
It's like you never had wings.
How you feel so alive,
How you fly so low, yet disillusioned, high.

I saw you change, and I shut my eyes.
I saw you change, and I shut my eyes.

I shut my eyes, your wings are gone,
I shut them tight, and I look away.
I shut them, and I'm blown away.

It's all dead, care to wonder why?
Your wings are gone,
Care to think what it was like to fly?
My eyes are shut,
And can't you see the change,
Can't you feel so dead and alive?

It's like you never had eyes.
You changed,
All of you has changed.
It's like you never had eyes.

You opened your eyes,
And I saw you change.
I looked away,
It's like you never had wings.

How you feel so alive,
How you die on the glass.
How you blew me away.

And you died,
It's like you never had wings.
It's like you never had a beating life,
Never had a heart inside your veins.

How you feel alive,
How do you?
You changed,
How didn't you see?

It's all blacked in you,
How do you see?
How do you fly,
How? Without wings?
I look away.

I watched the change in you,
It's like you never had a heart.
It's like you never had eyes,
Like you never could even see.

I set you on the glass,
I left, and watched you fly above.
I shut my eyes,
And it's like you never had wings.

I set you on the glass,
Watched the shards crack,
Watched them blow,
I saw the crystalline mosaic,
And I looked away.

Now you feel so alive,
I watched the change.
I shut my eyes,
It's like you never did.

It's like you never had wings.
I shut my eyes, and you're gone.
I shut my eyes, and I look away.
How you feel so alive,
I watched you change.

And you died,
It's like you never had wings.
It's like you never had a beating life,
Never had a heart inside your veins.

We tried and tried,
And I looked away.
We tried and tried,
You died, flew off,
Changed.

You changed,
It's like you never were alive.
How you feel so alive,
Like you never could even see.

I shut my eyes, your wings are gone,
I shut them tight, and I look away.
I shut them, and I'm blown away.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]I recently purchased a poet's guide to poetry book thing, and I've been reading it and trying to improve. So, this first poem is taken from one of the exercises, and is written in blank verse. A few of the others are experiments with enjambment (basically, skipping and going to another line during a sentence), and some tries and juxtapositions...[/size]
[b][u]Death Is For Love Part II[/b][/u]
Through the gates I will come, and there will find
The rain pelting in my ears a tune grim.
Whence found inside, the rain will linger beside,
And he will tell I about a tale or two.

But the rain is but a hiss for me here,
And my time lies in these blocks of stone.
My time lies in the writ taps from the rock
And all other dirt earth stories wrought afore.

I see the flower of my loved sway here,
I see ravens caw as they fly and wonder.
Looking at the grave, my loved, I wonder
If even the ravens cry, if they even cry death.

Death is such bitter-sweet, loved?I think the ravens
Even taste it, all their black. Loved, I have come
Here now, and the rain asks tears as it pours.
The rain is fellow here, I visitor.

I walk along my way here as the thunder
Booms forked tears rained in sullen cloudy shame.
Passing as I do by your grave, my heart
Feels dead and the rain pours gone down my cheeks.

Bitter-sweet the rain tastes, and I see our flower
Sway here. And the ravens' touch is as cold on
I as is to the dark clefts of your lips.
My kiss is forever yours, forever yours, loved.

I will be missing you now, I know it sure
As the ravens will . I wish you were here, loved,
I would wrap my arms around yours, and say
hushed in your lips, softly, that I love you.

The way dawn of the ravens is not so kind.
Even as they watch me from on those gates,
Even as they watch me from on your grave,
I will still have you forever, love, forever.

[b][u]Looking In[/b][/u]
I look in deep
Into the cloud-starred.

I look in deep
Into the water-reflect

When I get there
I know there's more,
I know there's less.

When I get there
I know the stars are closed,
I know the water is opaque.

Just looking,
That is not enough.
Just getting there,
That is not enough.

Water is cohesive
To the touch.

My hand is on it,
All it is is all I feel.

The stars seem to wonder
As they bright.

My hands ethereally touch,
All it is is all I feel.

I look,
Where has it all gone?
Where has it all been?

Just looking to the touch,
Is that enough?
The stars twinkle,
The water reflects,
Is that enough?

Into the distance
Going the deep?
My hand is on it.

I touch, beads matter in appear,
Into the distance water imbues.
I touch, light blinds as distance
Disappears as ghostly stars flew.

Into the water,
Stars wrinkle as sense is real.
Cohesion melds,
Distance is all I am seal.

Touch is feeling,
Numb as water crystallize.
Deep black bright,
Dank as devoid.

Take my hand here as I hold.
Hold here as I dream,
Maybe water-reflect will,
Maybe cloud-starred, too.

Into the distance,
Far away as touch is surreal.
Into the reflection,
Far away as stars touch feel?

Won't you take a cohesive?
Won't you take adhesive?
Far away, so far away,
I feel something touch that is real.

Deep as black smote,
Numb as ice something is real.
The ice is slosh here in the water.

Something is real?
Far away as I touch, surreal.
The water reflects into my eye,
The stars twinkle into my eye.

Something is real?
Far away, so far away,
How numb, how surreal,
The clouds echo in suave appeal.

The water reflects in, distanced close is real.
The clouds echo in suave appeal,
Here I stand, winds swept on
Coldness blacked into finding.

Into the distance,
There I must go.
Something is real
Into the distance.

So far away
Something, there's
No feeling surreal as this.

Into the distance?
That is where I go.
To find something real.

[b][u]Mourning The Loss [/b][/u][b][i](*Dedicated to Columbia)[/b][/i]
His hand his to heart.
Beat blood his to hand.
Is life as gold his to lark.
Eat death raw his to demand.

Take him under down by the neck;
He was stern beside coat and arms
Per sake, weak in desire pathed so trek.
'Tis taken under up by the forgot storms.


He hand his to heart,
Give to her 'till he do part;
May we remember he so alive:
To her, 'till part, he did give.

Take him in under by the feet
Cover him so lost as defeat.
She here his to heart weeps;
'Tis taken up by the forgot storms.

He bled so here today;
Let him hero be forgot never.
May we chaste his blood fain:
'Till fairer moon takes fret.

Here he goes one of might;
Here he goes one few in keen light:
Here he goes,
Here under into the ground he goes.

The dirt here blows with sullen;
Grass sways like eloquent kisses.
The clouds here windward is cold;
Stars embed like blissful wind caught breeze.

Here he goes;
'Tis taken into the storms.
Here he goes,
Bled and endowed.

Tears hit to his halo:
Such as rain upon the sky.
Tears hit to his apogee true:
Such as rain flew.

Here he goes:
His heart, His pain;
His love, His fain;
His displease, His ease--

'Till fairer moon dithers:
He for taken with the forgot storms;
'Till fairer time, 'till fairer fair,
'Till death be near, 'Till gone be gone:

'Tis taken to the forgot storms.
'Tis taken, 'Tis taken

[size=1][i][Stars stand true:
('Tis taken, 'Tis taken)
Cumber as crude.

Stars stand true:
('Tis taken, 'Tis taken)
Heroes die in a like;
We shalt never forget all of you:

Stars stand true:
('Tis taken, 'Tis taken)
May death be remembered as life.
Heroes, all of you:
Heroes, tall as stars stand true.][/size][/i][/color]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Yikes. Sorry I replied so late...
Thanks alot, Smitchy. ^_^
I'm really, really glad to know I have great friends that really care. :)
All of your poems are great! I think my favorites were 'Goodbye Sky Part II', and the one you wrote for me...

Thanks. ^_^[/color] [/size]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] No problem Juu, and I have another. This one's for Shy...[/size]


[b][u]On An Island There The Words Will Come To You[/b][/u]
On an island there
In the broad, sun-lit horizon
We'll walk in the sand together;
Never feel bad anymore.

We'll feel the grains tickle our feet
In the ocean, the golden sun will
Drift in an endless ray of light;
You'll never feel sad anymore.

You and I will drift together
We'll feel the wake in and out
As everything becomes gone memories;
And I want us to feel it, too.

It'll be a place to call our own
Where the grass is ours to blow
And the water's all we'll see together;
Never letting anything hurt anymore.

We can't find any words to say
Everything's wrong to the world's gain
As we drift away. On an island there
We'll never need any memories.

Here the world is gone
On an island we'll find words
To say. Here on the island
We'll drift our own.

On the island there
We'll never forget the
Waves that brought us wonder;
We'll never feel the pain as we drift alone.

You can't find any words to say
The world won't let you live the words;
It won't let yourself be what you be
I want to help see the words called your own.

Here on the island
We'll laugh, spend some time
Where we'll hear the words spoken forever;
We'll never feel bad anymore.

The waterfall will flow
Sparkling water will speak
Your way As the island
Rivers us time forever.

Someday, that island there
It'll be our haven to stay
And we'll never care
About what never mattered back then
Anymore; We'll forget the past.

When we're drifting our way
To the island there
You'll aid my way
And I'll help the words say.

When the island comes
We'll remember forever
And you'll never feel bad anymore
Even as the island sinks ashore.

Even as everything falls apart
You'll find those words to say;
It'll all come to you
Everything will glow in the sand true.

The breeze will blow through our hair;
The sun will shine on something great for share
And on the island there
You'll find the words to say.

The water will be clear;
Your ears and mouth will hear;
And you'll find the words to say
On the island there.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][b][u]Rain Bird[/b][/u]
The rain pours
In stop it is falling
After the rain
Has poured blinded
Into the side of the doors

I take the sound of pat-pat
And I wonder where
In wetness the levee breaks
And the door closes as
The rain pours

Looking to the clouds
To the sound of whir-whir
Where the rain wonders here
And falls from the pasteled wind
Blown wisps of heavy dew found

In my hand I catch an after
Drop of sweet rain that has
Stopped falling
Place it where the eyes
Are tears and circles make
What truths navigate the incline

Drop you hand
Bend it into the rain
So you catch something
And keep it wet forever yours

Paint a cloud or two
So the crayola with stencil
And something is there for
The rain to pat against while
The sun melts away rained cloud

The rain pours
Save a droplet for
The clouds to cry while
I drop my hand
From my window here

I see dank and dark rain
As fallen as gone is gone after
Fallen it splats on my head
And pats a pat against
My window here

I hear a rain bird tears
As the rain winds down
She sings a tune
About visceral crudes
Beautiful frozen buds of dew

She sings a pat against my window
Giving me a tempt to open
And let her bless me with her sing
Just for a moment, she encumbers me
Asking, open up as she feels true

My hand warms to her touch
And I open just a crack, not too much
Cupping my hand, I catch a decibel
A keepsake for years after
Time has come and
Death is peered

I keep her tear close
To my ears and I
Kiss her signing fallen
As she still pats against
My window here
Tapping with here long
Out-reached wet hand clear

The rain stops pouring
As dew melts and honey sours
Becoming memory booming into
Thundered drops of lighting
Chained forgotten hear

Everyday I sit on my window-sill
I look out awhile wondering
And waiting for the pat-pat
Wondering when the clouds
Will come when
The rain will sing

When she comes again
I'll cup my hands in purse
Take her warmth and kiss

Her lava cheek's kiss
Forgetting what she means
As a drop that wetted and
Painted with me something
I'll never forget to see

I know when the levee breaks
As I shut my door
I know where she sings
Forgotten songs of evermore

I've seen the levee break
As I shut my door
I know the rain
She keeps me warm
[/color]

[LoneStar]

Hey Mitch, waz up? remember to record your data for sci. I'll talk to you later. se ya

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]Don't be surprised about how negative this poem is compared to the others I've been posting as of recent. This week hasn't been my week.[/size]

[b][u]Walking Away[/b][/u]
Standing here
I wonder how I feel so drear
Standing here
My feet walk but I can't hear

I've died standing here
Watching as my hand
Looking as the led falls
Down. I walk my feet can't hear.

Maybe it was I
Out there just one star
Trying to shine as my feet walked
As my hands tried to feel
Maybe it was I

Walking now away here
I touch the hard cement floor
I see from nothing maybe gray
Walking away I realize I'm living
But I wonder why, I wonder why

I've taken all the rays of yellow I can take
I've tried to see something there in the future make
Walking away I realize nothing's worth the time

Walking I peer the familiar doors
The familiar lighting and I walk away
Maybe it was I but I'm falling somehow
Dead like sunk maybe it was I

My feet walk I can't hear
My hands sway but frost is here
I run my hands through my hair
Wondering why anything matters
Why I should even care

Walking away is the easiest drought
Letting it all fall seems right as I walk
Away I walk but I tried to smile
I was standing there and it was so hard

I clank my feet as they try to hear
I sigh it's all gone as I wish I could forget
Feeting on my ground I stood so hard
I tried to smile longer and now it's all gone
Wish I could grab something so my feet would hear

But I don't want love near
Something's dead on the ground here
Maybe it is I maybe it was I
My hands move but they can't
I tried to keep my hands strong guess I couldn't
Wild dive what a gone cry

Walking away don't try to stop me
I'm alone I've always been so
Walking away you love me when I'm gone
But don't see the sun shine so wrong
I wish I had something to feel I wish
I had something to keep me gripped

But my feet wander on his own
And I'm dying as I'm dead from snow
I'm living as I'm alive from stone
Brushed and painted black as bone
Walking away maybe it was I alone[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] The first poem I wrote for my Mom for V-Day. The second I wrote with DarkOrderKnight's problem he posted about in OL. But it really grew into something a tad different. But it's dedicated to his friend's memory and to DOK as well.[/size]

[b][u]Happy Valentine's Day[/b][/u]
Through the wonderful water
Over that rainbow ridge
I know there's something sparkling
When did you forget I love you?

That spring's flowing
And it wonders where we've been
Someplace hectic, life's grin
But we'll follow the spring one day

Maybe we'll find something to keep
But what if there's a slip?
I'll catch you, don't forget to grip
When did you forget I love you?

It seems way leads on to way
And life catches us day and day
But isn't there sometime where tests
Isn't there sometime when love bests?
When did I forget I love you?

Was it when I thought I crashed
Clawing, I grasped onto the green stream?
When did we forget we love each other?
Were the falls just tough as bear?
Did the rocks crush us bare?
I'll catch you, don't forget to grip

Just give me a wink
Hug me as I go to sleep
Maybe then it'll all grow back
And we'll sit on back laid back
Just give me something to keep

Over that blinding pass
There's a summer soon
Over that dead rainbow
A heart glows in afterglow true
But it's shadowed
When did love forget to hand us and you?

When cupid's aimin' his bow
We sure ain't going slow
When cupid's tetherin' his bow
We sure ain't glowing full

Just give me a smack
Something that'll crack the lack
Show us we're beautiful

When did I forget I love you?
I don't know, maybe soon
When did you forget you love me?
I don't know, maybe it was the moon

Over that fallin' fall
There's somethin' after all
Just don't forget to hold my hand
And we'll just be sand

If that isn't love
Maybe we're just cards on stoves
If that isn't love
Maybe we need a beating red glove
If this isn't love
I'll catch you, don't forget to grip

When did love forget?
I'll catch you, just don't forget to grip
And maybe then we'll follow love's wrist

[b][u]Gone But Remembered[/b][/u]
He traded his dreams for cold exchange
Blood streaks down who knows where
Lips glossed, glazed eyes phase
He traded more than something
Life sure won't change
Wind will blow, trees will echo
Life sure won't change

Great somethings roll out through the night
Sure could make them so right
Sorrow plumes smoke out the land
Hands brush as the dirt sands

He was haunted by a lost paradise
Way away the world falls behind
His blood's frozen in the coldness
His hand's oozing as he catches
Afterthoughts of memory spin in his mind
It's not enough he whispers in the snow

Thunder booms in some lost
Swirled tastes innate he curdles
That last indentation roaring fright
Promises broken right off the rays of slight

Slipping he gasps as the thoughts fight
It's not enough he whispers in the snow
Talking off some far reach flown
All he feels is a tinge

Maybe a relapse of some storm
Squalled he catches the glint
Piercing the coldness in sent in metal wish
There's blood in his eyes that blinds his sight
And the snow flurries coldness he grasps tight

It's not enough he whispers in the snow
His voice wallowing in the lukewarm roam
But it was enough, people felt
As he breathed into his lungs
There was some rasp in his reason
Just a brush maybe it was treason
Blood blinds his sight
Maybe he wasn't right he says to the white
Choices can't go back so he breathes in

Catching some dream in his cough
He wallows and cries but nothing phlegms
Just blood oozing his hand falling
Breathing in and out the metal bares
Some pain more than he could imagine
The blood's his violet the choice's own

Struggling he feels far away
Snow falling but falling away
Black and white images tune
The knife jiggling as he gasps and spasms crude
His thoughts turn and die in the cold dew
Shaking and quivering he manages a low drudge

A low thought as he lands on the snow
Knife falling breaking cold as bone
It's not enough he places his prices
Cold and violent he wallows
It's not enough he says to the crimson snow
World spinning fierce shaking
Looking up at the cloudy sky
His eye dying in sight as he coughs red
Blackness lighting the snowy white

With the last of his breath he reaches his hand
And pulling, the tendons crack and clack
Blood oozing his heart droops
Falling falling
It was only fantasy
He whispers in his mind ecstasy
It was only fantasy

Somewhere far off the raven caws
The world crumbles and falls
His hand falls at last
His breath flies fast
His eyes cry past

Onward and upward the ghostly white flies
Flies consuming buzzing his tomb
Bones sponged white grains of line
Skull gone black as shadows
Skin grown and dying in gloss clatter
And still as you go to the side of ribs
A knife pitched hard broken flint

Far away the world crumbles
As his bones groan in ruination
Far away the world and those dear
Cry as they turn and look to find it gone
Far away the eyelids close twitching
Far away off in the dirt
Breaths gasp and wander hurt

The world crumbles
Far away he whispers in the snow
It's not enough[/color]

[Corey]

Eh... Mitch man.... You made me cry...

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]This one's for GinnyLyn. I don't know her too well, but I decided to try and write something for the situation she's in right now. I think I sort of over-did the rhyming scheme in this, but I suppose it didn't turn out too bad. Considering I haven't written poetry for about two weeks or so.[/size]

[b][u]Muddled Mud Greener Dirt[/b][/u]
Of the dirts here in my hand
Up the gravity the grains prick
For curdled I take your hand
Of some dentation soiling wick

Take some dirt
Rub it in your eyes
Take some hurt
Rub it in your lies

Sandstorm intentional look overland
Rainstorm droughted turn into sand
Blowstorm desisted fall overside I can
Overland pollutioned smoke risen ran

Don't take some hurt
Rub it in your good-byes
Don't take this dirt
Rub it in your cries

Chemically unaltered as the rain falls
Organically altered as the mud growls
It sticks and sticks on your hand
Mud comes as acid drawls

Mud sky he won't turn don't ask why
Courses may change sometimes rain plies
I look at your hand and mud dissects the corner ties
Mud rain pats and she's risked high

Overdosed as the dirt is gone
Mud sticks as death holds brawn
Overdosed, the dirt is gone
Wooden taste as aftertaste utters on

Two imagines weighting the sand
Another try as death's land
But sand turns to mud and it stands

Mud falls hard and don't you know
Far away and the dirt will go low

Whispering in her ear it goes
Everything blurs and the mud closed
Dirt utters in asphyxiation
Aftertastes utter estuation

Falling over the mud catches her under
The mud sky wonders and wonders why
Beyond the horizon the grass is a dirt greener
The mud sky keeps dirt and grime's sleet keener
Falling over the mud catches her encumbered as keeper

The taste is sweeter over the horizon
The dirt grass is greener
Forever wander as the dawn dwindles creeder

I look at your hand and the mud is there
Far off I see mud reality claim her hairs and cares
And I know you'll cry while the mud holds sweeter
I know you'll cry while the grass grows a dirt greener

The mud rains while time holds it all away
Someway the mud breaks and it all sways
Flowers grow and headstones gray
Walking back again where it was greener
The mud rains while your hand is cleaner

Your wary eyes still stray
Her aftertaste defeated her
The taste was sweeter

Those nights of under die in sunder
Somewhere off the mud tainted deeper
The taste was of a tasting sweeter[/color]

[GinnyLyn]

Wow.

That...wow. That connected to me, it really did. How what happened will always be there... *hugs Mitch* You definitely have a technique of your own, and it commands the respect and attention it deserves.

*copies it to her Blog* My gratitude to you.

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Well, I haven't had very much inspiration going for me lately, but I wanted to get another poem out. So this one I wrote mostly with Sara in mind, so I'd like to dedicate it to her. Basically it was dully inspired from Led Zeppelin's "Stairway To Heaven."

It's nothing great, but it's something:[/size]

[b][u]The Stairway[/b][/u]
Under the stairway she walks soon
The moon glimmers and light shines
She takes her hand and there is a sigh
Somewhere far off the wolves howl

There's a stream by the steps
A tree on the side the songbird sings
He sings and sings as the tree rusts kept
Branches fall and the bird caws
She comes down the hill and finds the tree

Her head is humming and it won't go
Because she doesn't know
The bird has fallen and the wolves howl
The moon shines and singing drowns

She's climbing a stairway
And there's a wind on down the road
There sings the bird and the wolves know
The road's made of stone

She takes her hand and holds on sure
The bird flies and tries to sing
Broken wings the branch slinged
She takes her hand but the road's slipping down
Here head is humming and it won't go

The bird's singing is there and it comes soon
How shroud the stairway is and the road leads
And when her hand's on the road the stairs are there
Her hair feels and she won't let go

The water is stone and the bird is owned
She hears him singing on the brook by the bough
There's the songbird that sings
Branches fall and stairway leads

Wolves wander the stair's side
She can't wander or else she'll wind
She won't fall now the humming won't go
The songbird is closer than the moon and sun see

She comes to the tree and maybe she can't
The bird died and the wolves scant
She takes the bird and gives him a hand
The stairway leads and the bird is demand

Her head is humming and it won't go
The sun and stars are black and shine
Stairway leading on the line
She climbs those steps soon

How shroud she was as the bird sang
The stairway leads but the tree is gone
The stairway leads on but the wolves long
She takes the first step and it is soon

Moon and gone don't go
The humming is on
First step is bigger than her foot
First step's bigger and should
Falling down the bird clangs
The cross echoes and she can't balance

Her hand clutches on the hand
Some voice booms and the bird stands
Songbird and wonderful the words sang
She fell and now she can't stand

She looks up at the arms and she is grasped
Light glimmers and her cross slides
Songbird and wonderful stairway glows and dives
She looks over and back as the hand holds clasped

The wolves wander and claim but the hand gave
She is hoisted and taken someplace the bird sings
Now there's a look in her eyes
And she can't stand but wings fly

The stairs take her and the hand gave her
Faith stands and some guide her
The hand is true and he climbed there
She climbs but without hands or feet

There's a lady by the bough
She falls and catches as the tree rusts
She's climbing a stairway and she doesn't know
The songbird sings and the wolves howl full

All she needs is a hand over there
It shines and shines and catches sand
The hand takes you and catches don't go low
Her hand has been catched and she knows
The stairway catches and the hand pulls so

She's climbing a stairway and it's high as can go
Heaven is cloudy and the stone slows
Cold burns and wind blows
She climbs and goes one stair at a time

The stairway to heaven sings and takes you as you come
She can't let go faith comes but it never goes
There's wolves and birds that sing on the stairs
Sun and moon are dark and lighted stars

There's a lady here demeanor is cold and bright as stone
And she's happy as sad and there though she cares
There's a leady that goes
And she's climbing the stairway to heaven[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] I really liked how this one turned out. Yet again, this was inspired by music. I recently downloaded "Schism" by Tool to see what Tool sounds like. Now I want more songs, but this one alone inspired this poem. Heck, I was even listening to "Schism" while writing it. You'll notice I used many abstract things, such as mathmatical terms, and some scientfic terms. I thought they really added to the poem. Here you go:[/size]

[b][u]The Pieces Fit [/b][/u]
Dark dragon you are dark
Some may say some may forget
But I know you are dark and that is part
I've seen you there in the moon shadow

Dark dragon you know the pieces fit
As you fly over the sky and look at me
You know the pieces fit

Devil may cry, you dark dragon
You know the soil is black
Your tears are fallen and aback
Devil will cry, his tears are red

Devil will cry and you will too
The moon only shields
And the ground only feels
Dark dragon claw the ground
Make the soil twirl around and around

Devil may cry but why
Twirl the soil around and around
Bury a hole and make some reasons
Because I know the pieces fit
Twirl the sand around and around

Make a dirt mosaic as the soil moans
Make the devil cry and scorn the live
Dark dragon you protect me in the sand
Riding your thorny backs I feel glad

Nobody knows you but me
The shadow you cast is nothing seen
Dirt twirled and twirled into a white hole
Only I see it and you know

Because I know the pieces fit
Your wings flutter and the tent's flap slips
I see you and you know this

Devil may cry and the Earth cries
Absolution is far and we dive
Nebula and nebulous we glean the rives
Somewhere far off a star twinkles and ides

I know the devil fits
He cries and cries in the soiled
But I know the pieces fit
He can't touch us as we climbed

Wet under the dirty stick
The Earth moans and is sick
But I know the pieces fit

On your tail the back is grand
Dark as the light side of the moon
Dark as the piqued opaque that tides through
I ride and ride as the isotonic waves by

And I know the devil's lie
I know the pieces fit
God is you and you are me
Some say and some mean

But I know the pieces fit
As we fly and the celestial mix
Dark dragon you are the vacuum
White as flashes emphatic as lashes

I take your talon and ride
The blank and soil twirls and sides
Dig me a hole and fill it right
The congruency falls and pieces fight
Squares tumble and symmetry circles
Grains contrast half-lifes insinuate

Maybe I was not right
I've rode and I've blight
The prism isn't as reflect as night
Because I know the pieces don't fit
And you've taught me that equality unsits

Scales are groggy and prick
Your talons are filially thick
Darkness isn't ratioed stop quick
Wings don't fall wonder indicts

I know that darkness does fit
Because the sky points and you fill in
Fillet me equality there's the fish
Squares mesh and the net's thick
Ocean eaves mars died red
Darkness carries and the fish is lead

Squares and circles and wreck tangleds
Ships buried as the devil rides
Skeletons and white holes black
Equality and we pick sides
Dirt and grime as I ride

Maybe the devil cries and may I incline
The tri end angle and we entangle
I know the pieces fit
But I'm unsure so they don't fit
Dragon your worms are slit
And your hand is grit

I know that darkness fits
But the pieces fall and moon water is thick
Fly and I fall shift
But take me and I wonder wreck tidally crude
Devil cries the dirt moves

Hypotenuse and there the angle is abuse
Sin scales inches and feet are tough as nails
I know the pieces fit darkness is he don't fore terminal cancer's degree
Cosine the equality and pandora's box is thrift and thought
Tangent and going the ease equals man's intellect
And I know the pieces fit
The phoenix ashen and the temple is this

Fall and fall dragon and dark as the fit
There was a time when the pieces fit
And the pieces fit as the angle's ninth degree
Celsius negates the temperature is nipped as we fall in the breeze
Equations are foiled and simplified as the pieces fractionalize
Simplified we fall and fall

I know the pieces fit
Meiosis is crumbled and we nondisjunction the forty-six
Dragon so dark as you are you know why the pieces fit
Because you've watched them fall away
Fundamentally as the obtuse is angled in our communication

Shapes tumble and the reticular endoplasmic macro is gone
There was a time that the pieces fit
And the shapes didn't micro as they fell to crumbles
Dragon I know that age answers someplace this
But I don't see as life is transferred
Take the book and unravel the pages

Endochondralize the pages and make the cartilage bone
Make the truth be told as the dragon flames the soil
Rediscover communication
Because I know the future shows the pieces fit
Dark as the dragon man's intervention they will fall away

Future clones and endogenic radiational proportions blow
I know the pieces fit and mankind is going as the dark dragon sighs
But I don't want them to fit and the ashes will sit
I watch them fall away

The dragon eats and he feeds
I won't have this he deserted me
Devil cries and soon he will be
We watch and we discover

The dangers of the pieces fitting is crumbling down
Because I know the pieces fit
But how is when the devil gets
The dragon is dark and the phoenix lights the way
And I know the tears will cry

As the pieces fit
I know the tears will cry
As the pieces fall and forge death silent inside
I know the pieces fit
[/color]

[conpiracymonki]

[b][size=1]
Meiosis, nondisjunction, endoplasmic macro, endochondralize, endogenic.....*faints*[/b]

I seriously didn't know 'ides' was a word o.-;;[/size]

[Mitch]

[color=red][b][u]Hanging On The Edge Of Something More To Say[/b][/u]
Wandering in a desert land
The water seeping and the clouds over sand
Don't take what's gone and let it go
I know the future is dry and what we flow

Wandering in a desert land
Where the sand is hot and I can't stand
Sun beats and beats but the night is cold as ice
My hands are numb and I can't feel

Cactus prickles the needle's end
Over the horizon mirages dream
I can walk but can I see
The sun is true can the ocean water's sea

Wandering in a desert land
I try to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Hanging on the edge of something more to say
Walk as the toes callous far away across the sandy clay

The sand is hot the numbing cold
I walk through the night numbing drone
Breathe in breath out
The Moon stands and mists
Desert spins as the cold goes beyond numb
Hanging on the edge of something more to say

At a higher altitude I climb on a sandy bar
Dizzying cold the proverbial breaths
Looking beyond the desert land
A dreamed of world of miracle and delight

Sweet as the wind biting as the night
My eyes gaze up the horizon's edge
Straying on the road I've been so many times
Broken and along the forked dirt bends

Breath in breath out
The coldness numbs the ice breaths
Hypothermic as the waves blow in the sandy bar
Hanging on the edge of something more to say

My lips are glazed as the altitude is high blown
Dust gathers but panning the horizon there's nothing to see
My hand is cold and my lips dream
I took your hand but the oasis is deadly

Hanging on the edge of something more to say
The night turns and numb as day
Sun cries but the tears stain
There's a look over the sky like numb in my eyes

Heat is burning numb is returning
Blown on the sandy drought breeze
My lips are frozen numb as I say
Sandy and warm the cold is boned
Hanging on the edge of something more to say

Wandering in a desert land
Coldness numbs as the sun beats the land
Don't take what's gone and let it go
Over the sun the tears will flow

I took your hand from the sand
Numb and rectified the paths move on
Gazing twistedly palms grasp
My lips are droughted in the thirst
There's a taste like nothing in the humid air

Hanging on the edge of something more to say
Walking in this desert land the sandy clay
There's thirst numb those breaths are blazed
Don't take what's gone and let it go
Proverbial breaths in the flow

The sand is warm the breeze knows
Wandering in this desert land
Where numb is warm and coldness stands
And over the horizon my lips are cold
Hanging on the edge of something more to say
Don't forget what the sun gave[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][b][u]Echoes Of Something More To Say[/b][/u]
Echoing over the water now
Rippling in the tide
There is a break in the ways
Daisy and toads watch the lilies die

Willowing into the ground
Water flows and echoes down
Smiling as the sun shines drown
There is a masque in the frown

Maybe some far off wish
That echoes in the water deep
Ripples in and tides in steep
The sound is now where you keep

What you see is what you make
Even bats blind see the way that leads the tide
Echoing across the wake
The bats fly and they are faithed

Don't you know
And don't you care
Water is echo's lair
If you fall into the murk
Maybe then the clear will flirt

But don't you know
And don't you care
Echo's wave is of despair
If you fall into the murk
Tears will cry but they won't work

What you feel and what you make
Isn't there as you feel your hand in the echo's drake
Rocks in the depths are echoes of what you fake

What you are is what your aura wakes
The echo constants foamy tastes
What you do is not who you are
No matter as the waves echo far

This year is yours
The time is time
Echo on and outshine the lines
Ride the waves as they take
You know where they'll carry on

Maybe as the bats fly and you go
Waves will snow and grass will grow

And if you take your weary hand
Shuffle it into the water's sand
You'll feel echoes even then
Carried long and gone said

What you do is not what you are
The echo's ear knows there fond
Love is the shadow that the echo rides
Gray and black he knows these idle sides

Echo back the waves said then
Take you away the bats see benign
Eyes don't see what is behind the lies
Corneas and pupils are fragmented whys

Echo on echo on
You know your way is gone and long
And if your hand still wonders down
Take it in the bats' screeched ons

Dig your eyes' proboscis into the sandy wet
Echo on you dogged fret [/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i]
[B][color=red][b][u]Echoes Of Something More To Say[/b][/u]
Willowing into the ground
Water flows and echoes down
Smiling as the sun shines drown
There is a masque in the frown

Don't you know
And don't you care
Water is echo's lair
If you fall into the murk
Maybe then the clear will flirt

But don't you know
And don't you care
Echo's wave is of despair
If you fall into the murk
Tears will cry but they won't work
[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=darkred][size=1]Those stanzas are my favorite in that poem. I really like the rhythm and the imagery, and I can read it and picture the scene. Very well done.[/size][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] [size=1] Well, I expect to finish and write probably another poem today, but I've got something to hold you over. These are some [url=http://teams.lacoe.edu/documentation/classrooms/amy/algebra/5-6/activities/poetry/cinquain.html]Cinquain poems[/url] that I wrote for a Spanish assignment. They aren't much but they're something.[/size]

[b][u]Dark Dragon[/b][/u]
I
Dark dragon
Flying, falling, breeding
I, but wings winded,
Human

[b][u]Dust[/b][/u]
Dust
Felt wind
Whispering, blowing, telling
Dreams found, but dusted,
Specks

[b][u]Love[/b][/u]
Love
Sourly sweet
Eating, killing, constituting
It splits and aparts,
Death[/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred][size=1]I love the simpleness of Cinquain poems, although I can never write them. >.<

[b]Dark Dragon:[/b] I like the repitition of [i]I[/i], and the [i]human[/i] at the end.

[b]Dust:[/b]I don't really know why I like it, but I do. Heh.[/size][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Here's three poems. I only like one, "Cruxes On The Cross." The other one "Maniac's Mind," is an old one I really didn't feel like posting. But after I read it earlier, I've considered it worth posting I suppose. And the last is about war. It turned out different.[/size]

[b][u]Cruxes On The Cross[/b][/u]
Cruxes on the cross
Horizontal and vertical loss

Leaves fall the sky falls
Cruxes on the cross

Falling down and troubled
Efference dusts and everything wets muddled

Vortexed the hole is crossed
Cruxed and answered f-eelings fall, lost

If the fox is the coy let him ravage
Humankind forgotten the crux is savage

Take a hand and bury the ends
Crux the crux and split the cross bends

Kicking around on this brown piece of ground
Crossed and crossed the intercepts flipper down

Cruxes on the cross
Charades in the frost

Everyday the cruxes bring the dark side of the moon
His word is seen as true

And the lunatic is under the grass
Toiling and toiling Hades' job vast

Cruxes on the cross
Point in the ends forget the toss

Kicking around on the sullen ground it is sinking
His word His rules and what are we engineering

Deus ex machina the crux bleeds
And the cross reverberates what believes

Devil's painbrush strokes the reasons
The cruxed cross devil's advocates the treasons

Here we are and we bleed
Cruxes on the cross
How many lives, how many too lost
All the while His arms His legs bleed

Devil's theory devil's devil
I bleed and the crux's drivel
His creation His creatures
His hands His sacramental drivellers

Earth's Earth Earth's divinity
Cruxes on the cross
Nailed and nailed for reasons of costs
Cross's horizon Cross's vertically bled sea

Wrest of the wrist slurring the bleds
Writhe the scythe nail the deads
Son of Him where did what leads
You bleed for us for us you bled

His son's cruxes His son's breath
Whelped into whelp cruxes tress
Son's blood of our kind red as dye
Did it matter did the crux answer why

Cruxes on the cross
Mist lisps holy beatific dross
Rust rust His hands are meddled chrome
Is he there alone lone bleedings loam

Cruxes on the cross
His son's lost
Cruxes on the cross

[b][u]"I Can Tell" Maniac's Mind[/b][/u]
"...I can tell."
Shrugged shoulders,
eating gaze.

He can tell.
Or can he?

"...I can tell."
Laid-back look,
cynical outlook.

He can tell.
Or can he?

I turn to look,
and he is gone.

But where's he gone?
and is he gone?

"...I know you, I know..."
Does he?
Does not he?

"...I can tell."
Same fleeting glazed-over look,
shrugged shoulders placed in hook.

"...No you can't, no you..."
I turn again,
gone like wind.

"...It was you, it was..."
Is it a ghost?
Is it my own imagination most?

The memory haunts.
"I didn't do it, I didn't..."
But did I?

"It was you, I can tell..."
The memory haunts,
it's all in my mind.

I made choices,
they were wrong at the time.

"...We all make mistakes, don't we, don't..."
Don't we? Don't we all?
This was only my luck of the draw.

"...We all make mistakes, fix them, fix..."
Do we fix them? Do we? Or, or?
"But it's already gone and done, I can't..."

Aren't some mistakes unfixable?
"...But you can fix them..."
But, but how? How?

"...But we can fix them..."
But how? How?
"...We fix them on our own..."

Our own? We fix them on our own?
But, it's been so long since that night...
so long.

"...You know you killed her...stabbed her..."
But it's all in the past! I didn't mean to...
I didn't! I really didn't...

"...Yes you did..."
So what if I did? It's all in the past...
It's all in the past!

I open my eyes, the voice is there.
I close them, and he's there...
That voice...that person.

He's always there...
Even now. Even now...
"Go away...go away..."


"...I can't..."
Why not? Why not!
"...Because...you must fix, you must..."

My hands are stained,
Tainted in dark red hues.

I must find a way?
I must remove.

"...you will find a way..."
It's been years,
Years locked in metal here.

My hands, they ache.
I've worked them off,
but they are stained.

The voice is tiring my time...
I need to figure how to fix the wrong.
I need, no, I must figure how to fix the wrong.

I must.
"...you must..."
And I shall.

[b][u]War Time Dream[/b][/u]
Peace walks like he knows you
He gives you a wink and then is quiet and thinked
He doesn't walk on this ground anymore

Don't come around here no more, don't come
When you lose control
You reap the harvest you have sewn
The seeds are as well as planted

Linen and clothes on your back
But how long, how long
It's not worth it, it's not worth it
For peace, for peace it is not worth it

When you lose control
Blazen in blazed the world bowls
Don't come around here, don't come 'round here no more

And as the fear grows
Peace isn't walking like he knows you anymore
It's too late to lose the face you used to throw
Dragged down by the stone

War is a peace for the losses of control
War is no nice fella
He stares you right down and up

When you come back here
You'll know, war, you'll know
The lives you've taken are more than thrown
Peace doesn't come around here no more
You know as well as I

And when the guns ablaze
Bereft you arms to the sky
The gunner's dream and he'll die
He's only a fly
A cockroach for the feeding

They're all just flies
Flies with bites that kill as they die

I've gotta admit
That I'm a little confused
These guns here
Sometimes I just feel
Like I'm being used

Death doped and blind
Burning-eyed misfits up in the climbs
This ain't nothing to take light
This is death and life

As they lose control
They'll reap the harvest they have sewn
Like a mass production line of cars
Industrialized for what they do dead as they lie

I ain't no suck neither
He ain't no sucka neither
War and peace, war and peace
Who was born into a house full of pain

Who was trained to die without a screaming demand
Who was told what to do by demand
Who was given a metal collage of bullets for societic reprimand

The gunner's dream ain't nothing at all
The war's dream ain't nothing at all
The peace's dream ain't nothing at all

Peace, war, don't come around here no more
They are all death doped and blind like nothing
And they are us and us as we feel something

When our hands are on our hearts
Man can't feel nothing at all but that wartime dream
When our hands are on our pride
Man can't feel nothing at all but that wartime dream

But when our hands are on our blood
Man can't feel his heart
Man can't feel his pride
We're just death doped and blind
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