Writing Mitch's Poetry

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Thanks Lady Asphyxia, and, here is another poem. This one's quite a little different, I think. It has a rather...outdoing rhyme scheme, yet, I think I pulled it off. I don't know, I'll have to await others' opinions. Well, here it is:[/size]

[b][i][u]Bleyend[/b][/u]
Can I but capture a slight'st view of blind?
is what that is thy mind?
It seems true that some eyes are shut
but, ask I, is where be your eye?
doth it entangle inside thine tissues?
but giv'st me a look, then may I choose
that I do, and now I see:
blind are those which chose so be
and chose that, that did thee
fall thus down, down onto thy knee
and try, try but see:
see me true, that as I be
there, now, do thee see:
open thine eye, show away that dust
capture away such trivial crust
now, again I doest ask:
do now, now thee see?
this not be, now, do tell me
stand true, make what is not haste, now, ask I again:
do tell, tell now me, do thee see?
tell something to you, must I now:
chosen are you blind to me
yet, I still persevere to see
I need gone which clevers mine and all's vision
as do thee welly need, as I, and I do try
try yet is not mine chosen
alas, must you, you must give chance
you know I tried
tried that for you
give way, give but chance
do not I deserve but even that?[/i][/color]

[LoneStar]

hey Mitch your poems are the bomb! your poems put into the mindset of the poem's topics. you are really good keep the good work coming.:excited:

[Corey]

Bleyend, how incredibly awesome.

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Thanks all. I guess I did manage to pull the last one off. Well, I hope I did, because this one's rather the same kind of way. This one's from of course, what I made a thread about in Otaku Lounge. [/size]

[i][b][u]Cry to the Moon[/b][/u]
I cry, cry to the moon
it's all, all from you
this flaming crater I caught
it's all, all from you
and I do cry, cry I do
not for me, but most for you
I'm falling, falling I am
support is weak,
weak is the support
so I do cry, cry not for me, but for you
I take the pain, take it all
place it inside, stoic to you
and inside, that is where it falls
I wish, I wish, that dawn it would on you
that hurt, hurt not just pain
not all just yours, yours just not all
and I do cry, cry to the moon
I feel all do you, all feel I do
human I am, human is't me
being that, that I do feel
feel I hate,
feel I love,
feel I all
all that you do
that is why I, why I do cry at the moon
this feeling
it's all the hurt, put into one
all this mark
this burn
these acrimonious intersecting utterances
this all and more than
it's all,
all from you
and I ask only, only do I ask
taketh that which given me
and cry,
cry bade due
cry bade due to the moon[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[size=1][color=red] Here's some more of my poetry from my rather depressing days I've been having. Today I admit I do feel much better, though. Oh, and I'll be gone this Wednesday-Sunday...so, it may be quite some time 'till I post any new poems. But, enjoy these, if you do, for they are my inner demons. Well, maybe not the first, but the second certainly is.[/size]

[b][u][i]Inferiority Complex[/b][/u]
A frailty pokes from miss-begotten dust
frail small ray of hope, a grasp of trust
yet, weak it is
and weak are you
take it not, did you
but from that frailty did bloom
a burning flare of bright from heaven sent blow
grasped miss-begotten, melded timely
and forgotten
lessons of learn did you miss
from that forgotten seeder of
the horrid dust
as weak then as it was, now is it as strong
inferior to eyes of perfect atonement mask
but to true seeing eyes experienced in long augment
foolhardy it 'twas to pass
pass upon the one stance which gave chance
if I were to show you it now
would I hope you see the flaw which is beauty
for that be what it 'tis become?
grown from the labors of its fruit
into something greater than that of mind
grown it has
from frailty, it has prospered
even from the most dilapidated ruin
has it become grew
yet, follow through pass did you
lost within melancholy doom
now, that I see
upon this face
do you intensely rue

[b][u]Let love be that of death[/b][/u]
The past, that hath gone
the dead, they hath long died
that of my feeling, I doth compare
now, I doth be gone
piec'd and piec'd
weep'd and weep'd
withal, I hath left only partaways
pieces durst now lain
taketh now these but flatters of paper
these torn wishes thee marr'd
take them of all
I need not of 'em, for they be that of not mine
what of 'em were of mine art now thine
and dead hath long died
as love long stabb'd, it hath perpetually died
only to be the phoenix of flame
and blind'ngly, it hath foreto come back
each time piec'd and more skeletal than gone should
this be the last time, for dead sho'ld be deemed gone
to mar that parenthesis long'r
as thee hath done
is to overst'y ye end of perpetual
that be why the pieces I finally doth let flutter
thus I cry scream, let 'em be dead
let 'em rot and ne'er again be then sought
for thine an' all mine hearts hath been long
therefore that I ask only for thee good'ess o' heart
taketh mine stoned black ashes
let that past long o'er gone
taketh mine death as well as thine
'nd let 'em bury all that doth pain
all that durst lay down the piece
burn all of thine, burn these of all interdictions
burn 'em with thou gone pasts
thou gone deaths
mine as well as all
an' let not these ashes of hot hell become that of the damned phoenix
lest perpetual motion hath then begun
but taketh it an' let gone be longest of all gones
as the past hath done
and the dead hath long ended been
lessen thine firmed bondages of kept hell pained
an' let shower rain wash away of this tainted stain
fool'sh hath been thee
as that of foolhardy rain
alas I doth repent this from ye
for fools are only tears of hot burning pain
that we hath both been, I durst now say,
felled and regoned
alas the future hath yet to come
an' fools are there as done
let us be not there 'n eye with that
thus taketh the past,
taketh the dead,
let it all be gone
for our hearts doth need song
and need we to go on, as future hath gone[/color][/i]

[Mist]

[color=crimson][size=1] That was great! I like the way you formated it and put it into words; very creative. Keep 'em comin'![/color][/size]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] This poem is dedicated to Lalaith Ril. I recently Instant Messaged him, and he told me many things which I was unaware of about him. Thus, I wrote this poem. Not so much as for him, but also for me. You see, I believe he needs someone to cry on, so to speak, so, of course, I offered my hand. He, it seems, has taken it. As some of you may know, he tried to commit suicide, and that is the underlying meaning of this poem--that life is worth more than death. Well, I might say it isn't underlying, but, anyways, this one's for Bryan, and may he take my words seriously, and never try to commit suicide again...[/size]

[u][b][i]Remember[/b][/u]
Pain is to much for a life to take
and bear it all you can, I do know
to let it consume a want of death
that is much to stake
cursed as you put forth, hurt as I perceive
I do believe life is enough to want
that it is enough to keep
even if a stream of pained wove
is what life must for time now be
do not let the pain wove turn into greed
not to a feet of you aren't of need
'cause you are
and no matter what you do say
I'm never going to turn away
even if I'm only keeping you slightly attuned
slightly feeling that someone does care
I'll never lose hope
that someday you may remember
when the pain is forever the past
that you'll remember I held you down
'cause I know someday it'll have to end
that someday you'll come out of that caged taint
and never look back
forever stronger in your multiple realizations that life has reason
and life is more than pain is given
I just need you to know
I do feel some of your pain
no matter how less
I am
and I do
alas, whenever life does not seem the best
whenever you slip into that nest
I know that's pain overgone
when that does hit your scarred shell
I ask you remember and turn
turn, and remember that I do care
as others do so feel at same
as I do
whenever pain seems stronger than god should give
turn, and remember
remember life has reason more for you yet
even how gone you see it set
remember you're worth more than death
worth more than running away
I hope that when you remember
you will step away from that unwant
that uncare
all that you do hold for life as pain
I hope you take the right choice as it is given
and choose the path which keeps going
no matter how hard it may be to take[/color][/i]

[Juu]

[color=deeppink] [size=1]Wow mitch... when you said four pages, you weren't kidding, weren't you?? ^_^

They're all great, as you already know. Keep em' coming! ^_^[/color] [/size]

[Sui Generis]

All of them are great....You're a very talented writer. Keep up the good work...


Oh and Mitch....thanks.

[LoneStar]

where do you get your insperation? I'd like to know. you have a good thing going for you keep it up.

[Mitch]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by LoneStar [/i]
[B]where do you get your insperation? I'd like to know. you have a good thing going for you keep it up. [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=red][size=1] Mostly I get it from things which stress me or seem to linger upon my mind. I really don't have an answer other than that, I mean, a poem is an instantaneous kind of thing. It just happens. It's different each time. Eh, this one I just wrote today. It's nothing different, but, it's been awhile, so I thought I'd post another...[/size]

[b][i][u]Petals o' Thorn[/b][/u]
petals o' thorn, they expand from green stem
a color emerges,
a grey, a blank
which then becomes green and red
hate an' antipathical
it becomes envy and full
the sun's rays, turning gone and small
to there and seen
and there and seen is caustic and interbitten hopes
turned and blanded an' toughend
to vividity and suave intervention
this buzzing supporter, it all nectarizes
morphing to semi-sweet tears
th' rain, it then begins
washin' away, cleansing an' augment
an' 'fter, still stands, alas a flower
all petals o' thorn
all green an' red
envy and full
'till standin' there, it's there
rose o' thorn, excepted to stare
an', this pain,
let 't be, let 't be
watch, an' over it shall heal
an' over it shall answer
wish, wish an' then 'ill it see
let 't grow, let 't grow,
let 't die now 'ere 'nother day
for, 'nswers are what stand,
an' beauty, that's for never found
for wounds, beauty is there inbound
an' stranded it all,
it grows
the rose 'o thorn
it grows[/i][/color]

[KittyLynn]

[COLOR=deeppink]Very talented. I lvoe your work. Keep it up!![/COLOR] [COLOR=royalblue]I have tried to write poetry, but nuthing is as good as yours, I will say it now and again, you have a very nice talent.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=green]Merry Christmas,[/COLOR]
[COLOR=red]C-L[/COLOR]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] My Mom told me to write a poem about Chirstmas so she could put it in some cards she's mailing. Thus, I wrote this yesterday when I was rather bored:[/size]

[b][i][u]Christ Mass[/b][/u]
Christ lends you mine ears
he whispers,
a frothy breath of cold slush.
he whispers,
he asks for those to give,
and for mine and all to receive.
th' snow, it pours,
an' it all sparkles in numbing invite.
it asks, low to voice,
howling, misty with frosty light.
it whispers, whispers into thine ears,
take, an' let it give,
as the snowy hills invite,
and they grow, grow in might
take, an' let give,
whisp'r your kindness to those,
an' those to kindness shall frostbittenly unthaw
even unthaw a warm whisper
an inviting light that succintly concises
and glowers from th' hands and the grace
Christ, he lends you mine ears,
he whispers,
let those, let 'em have what need.
let 'em stand rectitude upon their past bleed.
for Christmas only comes but once of a year,
as that of a death come ill to hear.
an' Christ,
he speaks, in a cringly whisp,
asking but give Christmas
an endearing lisp.
[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[color=red][i][b][u]Perpetal Flaw[/b][/u]
With mind, you take your bind
take me with, falling inside
I've let it grow
I've done long of it enough
but, even as I'm breaking
as I'm being crushed 'till I'm
springing up in taking
those flaws, I've knew
flaws, made are you
as much as it burns
burns hotly,
even as it's upon my
demeanor stricken
as I'm stressed, tingled,
I do know you do it in love
but it tis not, for it's
flawed, a crying, killing,
love, a love fed
I've told, I've said
I've done, tried all I can
I've sacrificed my pain
played it all in suffice
attempting, trying to see yourself
so very vain inside my vein
but you take illicit
only open a slit of nothing to it
I have enough,
and sometimes,
sometimes it catches
up and I'm very frail
and sometimes it catches
I meticulate, I implode for hate
I tire, as flaws perpetual on
and I wear down as
perpetual brutally beats the sullen scar
and those freshly bled
red with dead
they perpetuate on
eating away, building for gone
the heal of 'em are never
for, as I'm bled
I'm then lost instead
I trail for a
help of hope
that's 'round to spoke
and I'm caught
I look for the clot,
something that'll hold
me for as long as told
but as squall comes to end,
it slowly stabs, hits, beats
until end is dent
and blood is black
with red
and hate is bold and seen
with that I've
forever held my hold,
with that I've ever
had my facet of mold[/i][/color]

[vegeta rocker]

I like the one above!
It is so endearing.
For some reason when i read it i imagine it being told in a breathless voice. Then at the end gasping for air.

[Mitch]

[color=red][u][i][b]Corner Do Hope For There Is Care[/b][/u]
Look to the corner?
right over there.
that cozy mourner,
he's alight in impair.
and he's sitting,
sittin' right over there.
he's trapped in pain,
you can just feel him strain.
his hand's on his heart,
his heart's scattered apart.
but what's he lost?
what's he gained?
questions he doesn't have that day,
only you, the one walking astray.
in his hands he holds his hands,
he spins the wheel;
he starts the stop, stops the start.
and in his start,
he holds the parts.
all the scattered pieces.
he wanders the puzzle,
his eyes ahazed,
his mind apained.
and look to the corner,
right over there?
he's still the cozy mourner,
alight with despair.
but something's different in his gaze,
he looks worn thin, no longer a hand heart.
his eyes look cynical, lost to pair.
he's let the pain come through,
let go of the pieces of the puzzle,
let them be strewn about.
and hey, you're looking to the corner?
the one right over there.
you're looking straight at it, forerunner in fare.
and you've looked long at him,
then, you at last take whim,
and approach 'im.
firstly he only turns away,
shy, sullen with dismay.
but time passes the phase,
and opens the source of his rage.
all o' the sudden, he's unquiet.
he spews his emotions, forefronted to you.
melancholy, he's depressed with frosty buds of dew.
he says, loud and strewn,
his life's going nowhere;
he feels lost, meaningless, even at you.
but your heart aches for him,
you feel stricken, sad as limb.
but you've no ways to help,
you're bitten, but without affliction felt.
for your teeth having nothing of this sort dealt.
but you've given him hope,
given him a ledge from which to cope,
a glove to mesh.
and as the discussion drags,
and becomes slowly to end of way,
you wish him all you can.
and tell him, tell that man?
he's the one in the corner,
right over there.
tell him,
tell him you care.[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[color=red]
[size=1] It's been awhile. As you might've noticed I was gone for a few days. I went to a town close to where I live with my Grandparents, and also to take my driving test. I wrote this a few nights before. It's kind of about how stressed and nervous I was about the test, and it's much more I guess. Oh, and I did get my license. I got an 86/100. I'm just as surprised as you :snicker: Well, here ya go--[/size]

[b][u]Good-bye Sky (There Was a Shine)[/b][/u]
Look to the sky, there's a shine.
[i](Answers are there for mine)[/i]
Look to th' sky, there's all seen.
[i](That's where you've mean)[/i]
Fall into that's there
[i](Burn it int' stare)[/i]
Fall.
[i](For that's the course)[/i]
Fall into what's eternal.
[i](An' ne'er forget?that's nocturnal)[/i]
Sleep fore'er in the sky.
[i](For there, it's all in find)[/i]
Sleep no more e'er, for time i' soon.
[i](and all those wishes, they're luminescent, onl' a moon)[/i]
An' look, look to th' sky?
[i](There's a shine)[/i]
It's remember'd, i' is perpetual, an' still is.
[i](everything's eventual)[/i]
An' my sky, O, where has it been?
[i](It's right in your eyes, it's malignant, thin)[/i]
I see i', bu' I can't.
[i](Let it all go, that's what's can't)[/i]
I can't see it, and, O, I'm afraid.
[i](Fear, that's lost an' frail'd)[/i]
I'm afraid, for thus, I'm without my sky.
[i](Fear is blind'ng, do not so, for you shall make i', that's all in time)[/i]
Thus without my veil'ng sky, what am I?
[i](You are in mind)[/i]
I need tha' hope, tha' open-end'd feel.
[i](It's in yourself, that's where you heal)[/i]
I need th' blue, I nee' that usurper o' fear.
[i](It's all there?find it, an' you're your own sky)[/i]
O, I miss my protect've sky.
[i](Then let 't go, an' let it....fly)[/i]
'T's all so cloudy, so gray now.
[i](An' gray, that's imbued in found)[/i]
'T's all so gone, so lost an' faded.
[i](It's gone, the world's changed fore'er remade in your change)[/i]
An' I'm afraid, O, I fear.
[i](Don't fear, for then shall you lose steer)[/i]
For, the sky, my sky, i's no long'r.
[i](An' that?that's made ye strong'r)[/i]
It's all forlorn, i's all so nostalgic
[i](Ah, do taste that logic)[/i]
An' I fear, I tremble, for I shake i' all
[i](That be true, so all do)[/i]
An', an' most o' all, I hope I do not fall
[i](Do not worry, for you'll keep after all)[/i]
An' look, look to the sky.
[i](There, there was a shine)[/i]
It teaches to fly, then?
[i](It lets us go, fore'er)[/i]
Then we fall, fall int' the ride.
[i](An' it onl' then watches, watches as we glide)[/i]
Good-bye, good-bye my blue hazed sky.
[i](You're going to fly)[/i][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] I don't know why, but I made a part II to the sky poem. I don't know, I just felt I needed to go on more into it...so, you can view this is a complete different poem. or, you can link the two together. Whichever makes it better for you.[/size]

[b][u]Good-bye Sky (There Was a Shine) Part II[/b][/u]
The likeliest of tides is callen to time,
Here, but now, it's gone.
The likeliest of lies is now called foreto to shine,
Lost, but now, it's gone.

The likeliest of tides, long called for a time.
[i](It's gone, but now, here)[/i]
And likeliest of lies, now called foreto to shine.
[i](It's gone, but now, lost)[/i]

An' the blue sky, my sky,
It's no longer a shine.
It's memory,
Here, but now, it's gone.

Partation of gone, a flame of bond.
[i](There, but flickered, now gone)[/i]
The life, it's now its own sky.
[i](Flying, but here, and now)[/i]
It's swirling moon-strucken luminescent cold.
[i](Shine here, but now lustered old)[/i]

An' the blue sky, my sky,
It's no longer a shine.
It's memory,
Here, but now, it's gone.

The hole is black, the sky a mirage.
The mind's a sky, the hole an after-mirage.

The hole is black, the sky a hue.
The mind's a forest, the hole forgotten good-bye ruin.

The pain's gone, but the pain's ethereal flame lingers on.
The sky's the pain, but the pain's fallen lingers on.

An' the blue sky, my sky,
It's no longer a shine.
It's memory,
here, but now, it's gone.

The hole's long.
The sky, gone.

Clouds are pain's fortune,
An' fortune's fain is gone in found.
[i](A fortune good is oft left around)[/i]
Here and there, its sky is mine and ground's.

The sky's a dreamer
[i](Dreams are luminescent?only a moon)[/i]
It's gone, but ungone.
Done, but undone.

And look?look to the sky.
[i](Alas, there?there was a shine)[/i]
The time's taken, the hole is fly?
[i](And wishes of dream often die)[/i]
The sky's forgot, it needs good-bye.
[i](Bones are sinew, countenance is muscle chewed)[/i]
Interred is good-bye, for I'm that of sky.

An' the blue sky, my sky,
It's no longer a shine.
It's memory,
Here, but now, it's gone.

Here, but now, it's gone.
And rememberance strives long.
But now?
It's gone.
[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] [size=1] This following poem was, well, in part inspired by E.E Cumming's "since feeling is first", here, below is the poem:[/size]

[quote][u][b]since feeling is first[/b][/u]
e.e. cummings


since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you:

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis[/quote]

[size=1] But with the one I'm about to put, I tried to convey, well, possibly the opposite of this poem, and sort of sorrow over the dead. But really, this poem is a very broad one. You'll notice I used to word 'wholly' quite often, which I did purposely. It may bog the poem down for you, but I don't know--it's all preference there. Here:[/size]


[b][u]Sorrowed Flower, Wholly Kissed[/b][/u]
My sorrow comes first:
wholly,
hits the cheek.

and it is human: for feelings:
they wholly kiss.

and it is human: for tears:
they wholly kiss.

My sorrow comes first:
wholly,
tears.

and it is human: for passions:
they wholly hiss.

as the wind
flame blows.

and it is human: for memories:
they wholly hiss.

as the wind
softly glows.

Since sorrow comes first:
I care those
wholly,

for cold: it wholly bites.
I care those
wholly,

and it is human: for preservation:
sorrow is held: and it is human.

O, don't cry?
I hear you wail: in the sky
ethereal.

my eyes' way is but
a wholly kiss.

sorrow's way is but
a wholly hiss.
the wind blows?
froze.

O, don't cry?
I hear you wail: in the sky
ethereal.

Since sorrow comes first: don't
O, don't cry?
the wind blows?
froze.

it is for you and God: these heavened tears

tears blow?
froze.

sorrow: for you:
exhumed.

sorrow sways?
froze.

I hear: it's you.
the flower, red,
blows?
in the meadow
swaying.

the tears, clasp?
the flower:

it sways.
[/color]

[Mitch]

[b][u][color=red]Death Is For The Earth[/b][/u]
The Earth's but a wonder,
gray, and slight in under.

The moon's but light asunder,
yellow, and so a bite rendered.

And shadows that pass
are but repeats of what's past.

The moon's but light asunder,
The Earth, but a wonder.

Those shadows are found
here on earth bound.

They're whispers of a humanity
a gone whisp of etherealty

It's all but past already?
everything here on earth steady.

This Earth is but forsaken.
eternal's not per taken.

It's all but past future?
all made in humanity's creature.

The Earth, but forsaken.
the trees enchant, and everything's lost for taken.

The wind, it's cold for like.
The wind, Earth's long bite.

The dust in the wind, it's flown astray.
The dust in the wind, it's grown death in pay.

The moon, a shadow for the light,
an absorber of the dust in the windy fly.

The blood here, it's red?
The blood here, it's smelted with deathly.

The dust in the wind, it's blood Earth has bled.
The dust in the wind, it's blood here flowing gently in the meadow.

The blood of the blood, blood of the blight.
humanity's lost flight.

This?this is the world's end.
This?this is the gone, none to lend.

The dust in the wind, the blood here, it's cold for like.
The blood of the blood, Earth's long bite.

Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind.

Bleed know here, dust.
Bleed the leech, for we are, and I.

Bleed know here, for time's nothing to us here.
Bleed know here, us dusts in the wind, we have not fear?

Only fear of blood of ours, that's what feel.
We bleed in catalystic destruct.

The wind, it's cold, so cold in like?
The wind, earth's long bite.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Yay, another two-part poem. Bleh. I guess two's the charm for me or something...who knows...[/size]


[b][u]Death Is For The Earth Part II[/b][/u]
The blood here, it's stained blood in martyr time.
The blood here, it's stained blood in genocide.

It's stained blood in homicide, Earth taken in human.
It's stained blood in ecocide, taken per a taken rain.

The twilit eclipse peeks his gentle rays?
The blood all about, stained in fain.

The twilit eclipse peeks his gentle rays?
The blood all about, dusts gone in the wind.

It's all the Earth has want, and all it has wrought.
It's all the Earth had caught, and all the dusts it brought.

O! How extant these purposes do amount!
O! How perfidious these dusts, these rancid sores upon the earth do shout!

The twilit eclipse peeks his gentle, touched, rays?
O! The angel's tears do rain upon, touched, the stains.

O! How malevolent these purposes do flaunt!
O! The angel's tears do touch this fiated blood streak of stain!

The blood here, the blood now, it's stained in genocide.
The blood here, the blood now, it's stained for Earth's homicide.

Hark, hark, the dust, it's the tainted, the dirt's .
Hark, hark, the wind, she blows, and sins.

It's all in the wind, dusts, they blow and fall.
It's all in the wind, dusts, the blood of us all.

O! How pious their causes do allot!
O! The angel's tears fire with pissant!

The blood, it's come, it's yet, it's was.
The blood, it's done, it's met, it's fawn.

The blood, O! The blood, O!
It does, it is! It is, it does!

Cry our tears, for the tears are but shed blood.
Cry our tears, for the tears are but shed for naught.

The twilit eclipse shall peek, touched, his mellow light?
When us, men and like, shall forever gone, be as night.

For the blood's already fallen.
For the blood's made in fetus pollen.

The twilit eclipse shall peek, touch, his forlorn, mellow light?
When us, men and like, shall forever gone, as of darkest of dark night.

O! How impunity's phoenix does alight the blood!
O! How angel's tears do fall unsung!

Hot as hell, our blood, it does burn.
Hot as hell, our own is learned, blood, so sure, so stern.

Are we made such as that of sterner stuff?
Alack! Alack, for pity! For man's a piety of himself!

Hot as hell, the gods, of all, shall come?
Hot as hell, their wraths shall sum!

Alack! Alack, alack for it all!
Our fortune's here. Alack, alack for pity!

Cry the angels, cry us die.
Cry the angels, cry us die.

Cry they in pity, cry they in righted right?
For man's made of such stern stuff.

And man's life is rounded with such a stern sleep,
For death's the payment of the debt.

O! How impudent we are to what we do!
O! How the angel's tears do cry us death!

The goodness of us is oft left to the angels.
The goodness of naught is oft left to burn on in flame.

Men's time is coming to crying bloodshed end?
Men's time is coming to crying bloodshed end!

Our time naught soon, but shall we stern beings not care of our own?
Shall we such stern things be such frail as dust and wind, so light of blown?

Hope I as one that tears are won,
Hope I as one that we men are not lost of such as we are.

Cry, cry our tears, our felled tears, alas, is all we can do.
Cry, cry, that's our way, and so shall burn in sue.

But time is mortal for us men, and cry is but the man's selfish.
The tears touch, but they do not fully fall in splash.

For our blood stains much more than that of any tear,
and our sentiments will but shallow our years.

And cry, cry the angels, those whom given enough?
They cry us do more than just sentiment, they cry us, we are such more stern stuff.

We are such more stern stuff, what's blood to give, but for stern and stuff?
We are such sterner than that which is intuitionally strayed.

We all live only as dusts in the wind,
even though we give our flying blood a spill.


Alas, I pirthee, hark! For the Earth, she dies in our death.
Alas, I prithee, hark! For the Earth, she needs us in wreathe!

Death I see is for the Earth.
Death I fear, for fear is even that of us stern stuff.

Death, it's eventual to even perpetual.
Death, the doom of all, even our green gracious Earth.

The dust, it's all in the wind?
The past, it's all in us, we dusts of the stern blown wind.

And death whispers in the Earth's prolific cheeks?
Articulate, death does, us men as weak.

Twilight approaches his garnished keep?
And O! O, the angels, they do weep.[/color]

[Charles]

You've really been given a gift that's going to allow you to do some great things as you develop it. The fact that you're able to crank out quality work on a daily basis speaks something and the improvement in your writing is apparent. You still have that lofty style going, but I really like the pacing you're developing. The rhythm is just there. For some reason they remind me of Poe, and that's a very good thing.

[Mitch]

[color=red][b][u]Heart?You Are My Eyes[/b][/u]
Don't
forget the secrets you've
kept.

Don't
forget the wings
are those you've kept.

Find
the strength,
the winds of change.

Find
the love
you've forever hanged.

Love
those who
love you dear.

Love
them whom
see you clear.


My eyes' core is
burned within
for.

My eyes see
as I
bleed.

Don't
forget those lives
you've lead.

Don't
forget that here's
not forever's stead.

She's on the turning
of the way.

She's given herself
day by day.

My eyes see her now,
as that
of cloud.

My eyes repeat her now,
her beauty's
forever found.

Love
is never a flower
but sour.

Love
is never thriving
but sweet in power.

My eyes repeat her
evermore, I
see her, sweetly sour.

My eyes repeat here
now, my eyes
feel instinctal powers.

She's not given
herself, eyes they do
lie.

She's not given
ever, eyes are such
flies.

Can they be ripped?
is irony
open wide?

My eyes they
see, but I wonder
about eyes.

I wonder about eyes,
what if I tore them
out?

Would I still see
as much as I can
stout?

Love
is worth an eye
or two.

Love
is worth an eye
for you.

If only eyes were
not so blind
as they see.

If only eyes were
rhythmical teetering
machines.

O! Heart, you are my
eyes, eyes, you are my
heart.

O! Eyes, you are my
heart, how ironic, its
fault

Heart, you wronged me
enough, my eyes are truely
mine.

Go?go you heart
for I care not about
you.

Come?come eyes,
give me the path of
true.

Deceit it is
the very
rule.

Deceited is all
human emotion
fooled.

Even I take
my eyes over
the right

Even I take
away my heart
for sight.

O! Heart,
I admit it now?
I've forgotten you.

O! Heart
I admit it now?
eyes never are true!

O! Heart
I miss you
so.

O! Heart
I miss you red in
soul.

I've left you
someplace
else.

I've left you
away with the eyes'
pelt.

Love is worth
a heart
and more.

Love is worth
a heart
and golden storm.

Love's worth
hot ashes
of dreams.

Love's worth
is more
than seems.

And heart
I say now?
you are my eyes.

You are
my eyes to
the sight.

O! Heart
heart, you are
my eyes.

O?you are my
eyes.

[b][u]What's A Day, What's A Night?[/b][/u]
Day, day,
Night, night.

It all flows by,
A silhouette of sharded glass.

It all flows by,
Radiant as that and new.

Day, day,
Night, night.

Shallow fright,
Deathly night.

Lightly sight,
Brightly flight.

Day, day,
Night, Night.

It's the evening of the wind,
It's the day of time in tinge.

It's the day of clouded dark,
It's the night that it all comes in fall apart.

Day, night.
Night, day.

Feel the senses real,
That life's move is time's thrill.

Dreams are made winding day.
Dreams are made winding night's stay.

Feel the senses, feel,
Burn flame, burn.

Darkness feel, darkness still.
Coldly ghost, stay, coldly ghost?stay.

Day, today.
Night, yesterday

Dreams are made winding day.
Dreams are made winding night's stay.

Night, night.
Day, day.

Coldness sure does bite?
Surely as the days and night's trite.

Day, day.
Night, night.

Feel so flustered, uptight?
Afraid of the season's might?

Night: it's night.
Day: it's wake of tonight.

Feel the senses real,
That life's move is time's thrill

Feel the dreams wander die,
Wonder if day's night's dine.

Day: peel away.
Night: linger see the moon so fain.

Take the day, the night's fade.
Take the night, day's death made.

Dreams are made winding day.
Dreams are made winding night's stay.

O Day,
O, my Night.

This is life, feel it right.
This is life, feel it tight.

O Day,
O, my Night

Days are days.
Nights are nights.

Dreams are senses real,
Time's are interchangeable, so, feel.

We've a life to kill,
We need day and night's fill.

Goodnight, I've sleep tonight.
Good morning, I've awaken this right.

O Day,
O, Night.

Give a cheek and give a slight,
Give a wish and give flight.

Night o' Day,
Day o' Night.

Night are those eyes of the times,
Day, they shift for rise.

And those times of the eve,
Whisper to me, senses, please.

Touched, the night.
Touched, the day.

Those eyes of the times,
They shift for rise.

Dreams are sense real,
We've a life to kill.

Dreams are senses real,
We need day and night's fill?

The feel of senses, real,
Life's move is time's thrill.

Coldness bites night and the day,
Bite does coldness to this night of day.
[/color]

[Shy]

[size=1]Very good work Mitch, you constantly impress me with your talent at poetry. Is there any way that you could make a poem about me? "Good-bye Shy" maybe..?

-Shy[/size] :whoops:

[Mitch]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Shyguy [/i]
[B][size=1]Very good work Mitch, you constantly impress me with your talent at poetry. Is there any way that you could make a poem about me? "Good-bye Shy" maybe..?

-Shy[/size] :whoops: [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=red][size=1]Per your request...I have crafted an actual stupendous creation from within the confine of my mind. Err...JUST READ.[/size]

[b][u]Good-bye Shy (There Was A Guy)[/b][/u]
Good-bye Shy
You were, so certain, so one-of-a-kind.
Good-bye Shy
You were such that of a guy.

But the flower's grown pale,
and you've grown frail.

But the petal's rotten with vile forgot,
and the guy's been filed and shot.

Good-bye Shy,
I wish I had time.
Good-bye Shy,
I wish I had gotten knowing of the guy.

I close my red lips,
pressed in senseless utterance of flip.

I close my red lips,
pressed with darkness so bit.

Good-bye Shy
You were so certain?one-of-kind.
Good-bye you life.
You were toiled in shards I cannot climb.

But the person's no longer there?
he's froze, froze in countenance so fair.

But the person's no longer there?
he's gone, gone as flare.

(Death is uttered, here and now
I wish I had known you, Shy.
Forget those, and rot as ground)
I really thought something of you.

(Death is uttered, the words we
I wish I had known you, Shy
Utter but spasm with black bark)
I wish I had gotten to say my good-byes.

Silence is inundated,
Shy, silence is but inundated.

You whisper, and I wish good-bye,
You still speak, and I hear the bough shake inside.

Good-bye Shy,
I never knew you, so, good-bye.
Good-bye Shy,
I never knew you, but lives live on.

Lives live on interred in blowed leaf.
And fall but dries the river that is the deep.

Silence blows in weathered,
and souls light in ethereal black.

Good-bye Shy,
Josh is what the day shall remember you as.

Good-bye Shy,
Shy-Jo is what my peak shall whisper on the edge in cite.

Death is uttered, the words we
Utter but spasm with black bark.

Good-bye Shy, I knew you were such one in a dime.
Good-bye Shy, you were one of the kind.

And silence is inundated in your whisper.
Whisper on, Shy, you dogged flame.

For I see you fly above,
and forget not that you've strove.

For I see you fly above?
and flame lingers on as sky does.

[size=1] It's actually serious...:gasp:...[/size][/color]