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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:24 pm
Well I though I should start a thread for members of this guild to share their poetry here.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:25 pm
Older poems of mine back when I very, very lost. Please forgive the culture rape in there since it was before I had a religion I could claim to be apart of.
Soul
How does one make a soul?
All the ingredients will not fit in anyone's bowl.
First you need a broken father,
If this is first, it's easy to see why one wouldn't bother.
But that's not all, one also needs a fallen mother,
Onward with this recipe, we must go fu'ther.
Fermented with disease and anger
This one must also fall with you thinking she's ganger.
One must also study the Summer Lands
All shapes – All forms – All hands.
The list continues; the caster needs a sister -
Not just any will do, Mister.
She must have hatred, to the point of losing her own soul.
Closer we come to our goal.
The last ingredients are quite surprising,
With all this familial unsurprising.
The next part is love
Totally unconditional and above
Finally we need trust,
In one's self and in people - a must.
We now filled this body, gorged -
The soul, we have forged.
I did not learn this formula directly,
Only a monster would try this manually.
I benefited from its results
Though I can never replace what was spent.
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Scorpio
Scorpio, Scorpio, why so cold?
Isn’t it your nature to be bold?
When no one’s there you bide.
But people come, you run and hide.
You walk like a corpse,
But you’re not of course.
Full of energy and life,
Your secrets are impressive, quite.
Depressed by your wrongs,
Ringing in your head like gongs.
Fifth of a century, a journey gone,
You travel further, while others yawn.
Longer still you have to go,
Everyone leaves some cadavers, no?
What is gained comes from loss,
Everything has its cost.
Human it is to err,
So let it all to the air.
Learning to be true
Is not accepted within the ewe.
But why is this so,
Easy, Shepherds don't want to go.
When shepherds rise,
New power makes flocks divide.
So mope no more, child of stars,
Confine you not, with any bars.
The only thing - holding you down,
Is the warden of your mind.
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Secret Knowledge
How easy it is to hate
The woman I call Ceres.
Who left me as bait
As I was dragged down to Hades.
How long I spent I do not know.
But it must be longer than Persephone
But you -- how can you say “No,”
When you never heard this Dark Symphony.
I lived there yet I was not a Shade,
I was innocent but was convicted,
Every task I obeyed.
I followed every order with conviction.
Then Ceres came and took my place
But how dare she take her leave,
And I know not if she got two or ace.
Despite my hatred, I'm forced to grieve.
I now have knowledge that the gods would give
Any part of their kingdom to possess
Yet I would do anything to forget.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:10 pm
Can we be forgiven
The decision the mistakes
The burdens we carried
Forced us to make?
Can we be forgiven
The pain we kept?
The bitterness we nutured,
That devoured us as we slept.
Can we be given
For the hurt of the past?
The scars we carry
That will always last.
Can we be forgiven
For the love we failed to show?
The coldness of our souls
More bitter then the snow.
Can we be forgiven
For the pride we maintained?
For putting dignity
Above grace obtained.
Can we forgive
Those who too
Carry these same questions
Within a stormy heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Mentalities
Two tigers fight
One dark, with unnatural eyes
One light and strong
They seem to fight for a meal
This is the House of the Poor, after all
It soon becomes obvious though,
They fight not because they’re hungry.
No, they fight for the observer-
Me.
They fight to amuse me,
To own and corrupt me,
And to make me feel important.
As their fight intensifies,
They grow wings and speak.
Voices from my past,
That I’d rather forget.
I grow weary of their fight
And announce a victor,
Just to make them stop.
This happens time and time again.
The fight never ends
Because despite who is stronger
I never go on until one lies limp.
You see, I can’t bear to lose either one.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Key
You know
It seems like forever
That my heart has been
Little tiny pieces
On the floor
More and more
I walk over it
Ignore it
Because I can’t fix it
I tried to put it back together
My humpty dumpty heart
But the closest I get
Are those sad songs
The ones that almost
Just almost, make me cry
Little bells
That ring against the pain
Keys that unlock me from my numbness
And from that stupid, sad laugh
I give at all the horrors
I’m forced to recall
Pretty soon
I won’t even be able
To care
What a sad day that will be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Valley of Death
I don’t deserve
Concern.
For when I fall
Into places where
Most men fear to tread
How can I expect
Mortals to pick up the slack?
A friend can’t
Pull me out of the pit
I’ve trapped myself in.
Even when I leave
It waits
And patiently pulls me back.
Something dangerous inside me
Wants this.
If there were no King to bow before
I could have no hope at all.
Because as often as I fall
He can pull me out
As real as the darkness seems
He can push it back
As much of a home despair’s found in my soul
Hope has more of a place there because of Him
Evil can’t win
Against a love as strong as mine for my Savior
And His love for me.
The first one is in need of a title, and the last verse needs to be reworked.
The last three were written a while ago, so I can't even remember what they need XD. I'll post more when I type up some more of my poems, because for the most my poetry lies forgotten in my notebooks. Any advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. ^_^
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:17 pm
This one is a work in progress, but I know what's wrong. I just have to buckle down and do it.
Dawn
I'll wrap myself in stardust
and tread the edge of gravity.
Then my voice will send robust
waves of radiant brevity.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:27 pm
 And all of us we will endure
Just like we always have Overthinking
You know what sucks? Is that for two seconds, two glorious, beautiful seconds, things will seem fine. They might even seem happy. But then you start thinking...and thinking...and thinking some more. You wonder why you're here, you wonder why your life is shaped the way it is, and how you'll ever be able to survive such a vicious, painful world. You wonder if you even deserve to, mistake maker and monster that you are, because as innocent as you might be, you know that you're also painfully guilty of things a decent being wouldn't do. And knowing these things makes you feel like you hold the ******** weight of the world, because it's hard not to feel responsible when you know, you know? I always hated that; I can figure almost anything out, I can imagine until I don't know what's real and what's out of my head, and in the end these gifts that anybody and everybody has becomes painful. Knowledge turns to responsibility, imagination to living nightmares that can follow you around, day or night. Supernatural Nightmares that block out sun and stars, until the bright moon almost blinds you because you forgot for a day (or was it an eternity?) what beauty was. And you know you've gone insane (again), because where else can something like this spring from? So you have to walk down the familiar roads and tunnels, around the Wild River Rapids of Thought, and under the Boulder of Pain you always choose to ignore. Because as much as pretending can hurt, it's the only tool you have to try and dam up those rivers. It's the only way that you can stop letting the Boulder rule your whole life, and instead take only bits and pieces. Where is your Sanity? Hiding from the mess you've made of mind and heart, dreaming (isn't it strange that even Sanity bothers to dream?) dreaming that eventually you'll be the whole and complete person you once were before life tore you beyond recognition. There is one person who may be able to rescue you. He tells you secret Truths, and promises that things won't be as they've always been. He promises something you've always dreamed of, but never experienced; a place where you belong, protected, happy and loved. You believe it, because how could you live as you had before? Death would be preferable, which is the entrance, of course. But of course you couldn't disappoint your glorious King; you couldn't bear to. And to choose to go down the Road of Death early, you know it wouldn't make Him pleased. So you're trapped on a world stuck between life and death, a broken soldier on enemy territory. Trapped among the people, and trapped in yourself. Is it any wonder you're depressed? But you just can't be too sure How long this will last
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:22 am
for Grampa
"Doesn't he look like himself?" they asked it,
Asked the question not of me, but the casket.
Look like himself? what self had they ever know?
The self who had trekked, or had swum, or flown?
To them this was a social occasion;
To me, a personal invasion.
My closest friend had left me all alone.
The truth lies deeper than mere flesh and bone.
Is he himself, this waxen effigy?
Can he train a bird dog, or plant a tree?
Be patient with each idiot relation?
Defend his ecology, or nation?
His epitaph is not in stone, but in me.
I'll be the self that he would have me be.
(c) chessiejo 2008
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 11:33 am
*great idea* biggrin
_________
FOREVER GONE
A tearing hole
So deep inside
A pain so real
I just can't hide
A gaping void
Within my heart
Losing you
Tears me apart
The silent tears
I shed each night
A silent rage
I have to fight
A light so bright
That now is dark
I long to see
One tiny spark
As memories fade
My heart clings on
Knowing that you
Forever are gone
~*~
FORTRESS OF STONE
A heart in darkness
Never feeling light
Shrouded and heavy
Locked up so tight
A fortress of stone
Surrounding it still
An inner chamber
With books to fill
Each page a life
Of loved ones past
Each pain and each joy
Is plainly cast
These memories held
Forever in stone
Never forgetting
The lives I have known
~*~
THE LONG GOOD-BYE
You’ll never hear the words
I never got the chance
To say what’s in my heart
To have the final dance
The void is never ending
The loss I feel is deep
And silent in my heart
Forever I will keep
In only just one instant
Your life I knew no more
No answers only questions
What were they fighting for?
So in my heart I keep you
My soul cries for your pain
Leaving me to wonder
Why did you die in vain?
This long goodbye continues
Eternal in my heart
It will go on forever
So long as we’re apart.
~*~
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:21 pm
Night Sky:
They tell us to go,
"On with the flow!" with this world that turns: cooling
our spirits that burn like our mother's core, that
pulses with rage as she gazes, trembling with
white hot longing at her lunar child just out
of range. She keeps her molten tears in her heart.
Her pulsing, burning, crying core of a heart.
Moon's silver light coats Earth's surface
as she turns away from the lunar crowned night sky.
Her perfect jewel placed too high by the reach of
greedy human hands. Moon dances for Earth in her
celestial cell. Beautiful, but damning. The light bathes
the night. She looks down at her mother to begin the
inspection of the infection.
Confused souls feeling out of place on
this rock they "own". They call her home.
As one is dispelled from the herd,
he limps to solitude. Sweet,
organic solitude. Where no bulbed light violates
the darkness, and no artificial voice to bother his ears.
With rustic emerald eyes, he trails the swan that flies:
It moves with such grace that his wings copy the beats of
the land's heart, kissing the stars that fly with him.
Dancing with her royal lunar highness in her
celestial cell. The beat of his wings blows the stars free.
The stars fall like snowflakes on winters eve.
They rest in the images of legions past.
Our histories in the divine text of the sky.
A requiem shall be chanted for the tails shining in the night sky.
I hope you enjoyed it. Please comment, because if somethings wrong it'd be nice to know.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:36 pm
Toss that heavy jewelry out the window.
Let your hair out of that ridiculous up-do.
Kick off those pointless high heels.
Let your makeup smear.
Forget what everyone tells you about beautiful,
Forget the models on runways and and dancers on poles,
Forget the plastic faces splashed on the TV screen
Because right now you look perfect to me.
Mud splattered on bare feet,
Twigs tangles in your hair,
Your laughter genuine,
A smile reflected in your eyes.
___---___---___---___---___---___---___---___---___---
People are like raindrops.
We all start somewhere,
We end up in the sky at some point.
We all fall sooner or later.
We all end up splattered on asphalt.
And then we get sucked into the entire process again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 9:05 pm
Life Writes Itself
Children like to imagine.
To write stories in their head.
Boys of beating up monsters.
Girls of who they'll wed.
They write stories of their future.
What they want life to be.
Soon we learn that isn't how it works.
No matter how much we plea.
Our life stories thrive and grow.
All without our consent.
The stories we wrote are gone forever.
And we are left to lament.
I can't write my life story anymore.
No matter how much I try.
The story has begun to write itself.
I'm just along for the ride
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:10 am
Shiori and ncsweet both touch me, leading me to recall things- and people- that have gone.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:18 am
The wind propels me forward
Into the great beyond
A world where moon and sun beams
Mingle in the sky
A place where a single dewdrop
Throws color for a mile
A place where misery
Vanished in the air
A fighter at a loss for words is where we come in
To take the burdens no one wants and bear them to the end
We are here as hands to hold
And shoulders to sob on
And ears to fill
Because we understand
A fighter at a loss for words
Is the strongest of them all
Because of all the help they get
In carrying their loads
They do not need such punishment
As going in alone
Have you ever dreamt a dream
That was so much better than your own life
You didn’t wake up
You stayed there, even through your real day
It was so great, so pure
You never woke up
But when you did
It was to the ice cold water someone splashed on your face
Why, you asked
Why wake me from that alter reality
Because they said
Because we need you here
It's as if I revolved with the world
But it left me behind
I let in the noise
But was engulfed by the silence
The moon shone through my window
But the room was dark
I believed in myself
But doubted who I was
I wrote something down
But it never came out
Things that no one seems to hear
Whisper softly to my ear
Finding me in the dawn-lit hour
While someone else would contemplate a shower
The thoughts of all the outcasts here
Around the world and many like deer
That sing the same old quiet tune
That probably was once written in rune
The quiet ones, the warrior warners
The silent could-be mourners
Somehow they’ve been silenced
Forced to bear witness to our violence
Have you counted up their tears?
There’s just as many as their fears
For every fear you hide at heart
You can be sure one of them shares it in part
The power the human being craves
Has forced so many to turn to wraiths
But these are the few, the pure
Perhaps they hold our forgotten cure?
Not many see something quite like this
No, their too busy pondering a kiss
But when you see through open eyes
The guardian angel beside you flies
But by seeing in this new perspective
You risk become quite the skeptic
Can the human race be good?
Well, they all know that they should
So now we come to a large conclusion
That you can see truth or illusion
But either way, the outcome’s grim
Because we all stand on this same rim
The world changes as we speak
Perhaps there will be a good change this week
But now look at all the sad
The miserable, the musty, and the bad
Are these people that we think of?
Because we see to be thinking of the rough
Gritty, gross, grotesque and grimy
Smelly, sulfurous, and slimy
These words more accurately describe
Something that we refuse to inscribe
The human soul, that mythical thing
The one people forget to bring
Can this world continue on?
When all we care for is tonight’s filet mignon
Save us! Save us! Someone please!
That’s what we cry, we might as well be fleas
Annoying, selfish, leaching slugs
That’s what we’ve become, simple rugs
And yet there were those silent few
Who watched the morning collect its dew
If poetry were simple words
And simple words could save the world
And the world were a happy place
Where simple words form poetry
Would not all the simple words
Be lovely?
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:33 pm
Cared About
It shouldn't be something special
To be told you're needed
It shouldn't be so exceptional
To know your cared for
It shouldn't be something unusual
When someone says your loved
It shouldn't be unbelievable at all
Why?
Why do we live
On a sad old earth
Where everyone is lonely
And the ones who care most
Seem to live in stories?
Why do we live
Broken-hearted and hurt
And no one cries with us
Or for us
Until it's too late?
Why can't we be who we are,
Named and unique
Standing together
Even as individuals?
Sometimes I think
It's too great a hope
To hold,
That people, that I,
Could learn not to stand alone.
Oh, I hope to God I'm wrong.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:29 pm
UnRemembrance
Forget me
Forgotten
You know,
I loved once.
My empty heart
I tried to force to beat.
Forget me
It hurt
As it inflated,
But it also
Felt Right.
Forgotten
Like going outside
After being underground
For an eon or so
It burned, but pleasantly
Forget it
That pleasant burning;
It tormented,
Yet it was the essence
Of Life.
Forget me
Foolish
To expect
My shadowed heart
To hold life...
Bury me
You'll move on.
I suppose
I have to, too.
Forgotten
I never made an impact
And this, I do regret,
So forget me.
Forget me
Even if some part of me
Refuses to be
Forgotten.
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