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 Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:43 pm
Here I'll be posting some of my poems and possibly some sketches if I ever get them scanned.
Constructive critisism is always welcome.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:45 pm
Hell Does Exist
Eerie silence
Anguished screams
The beauty of broken dreams
Eternal darkness
Forgotten light
An everlasting, haunted night
Never sun
A constant rain
All that's left is fear and pain
Demons lurking
Can’t be seen
Stalking every child’s dream
Hope is gone
Heart’s are dead
Nothing to see but a crimson red
Crystal tears
Now cry blood
Souls are dying in this tainted flood
No escape
A sealed fate
Love is lost, there’s only hate
Death begins
No scar will heal
Now you know……
Hell is real
Comments: This is one of my favorites because it's the only poem I've written that I haven't editted. It looks exactly the same way now as it did when I first wrote it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:46 pm
Hope
A fragile flower, made of glass
Lost among the shadowed grass
The world grows darker all around
As silent tears fall to the ground
They sky it cries for this gentle flower
As life’s sugar coating is now turned sour
Each blade of grass that once was green
Is now turned red, is now unclean
But still this rose remains gently strong
Upon the wind, its petals whisper a silent song
Its words are carried upon deaf ears
As it is covered in crimson tears
As the blades around it are slowly lost
It remains untainted, but at what cost?
Once the world is bathed in the night
This lone glass figure becomes the only light
And still the sky continues to rain
Upon this place of loss and pain
And now the grass begins to die
As the scent of death begins to fly
The light is fading as the rose begins to break
The wind blows harder, causing the ground to shudder and shake
Even cracked and broken, the flower still will wait
Until at last its light is gone, and all that’s left is fear and hate
But even now the sky still weeps
As the fragile flower loses the light it keeps
With tears of blood the ground is spattered
As the once pure rose at last is shattered
Comments: I can't really remember why I wrote this one, but I rather like it. The picture it paints is rather vivid, at least in my mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:47 pm
I Am From
I am from a land
Of kings and queens,
Knighted aces and
The famous jester Jack;
Of blond dwarves and
Flying sprites
With big ears and tiny feet,
Sugar chocolate and corn potatoes.
I am from the land
Of forever;
Of pirates and hooks,
Faeries and swords,
Never-ending adventures seen through
The stolen
Captain’s spyglass.
I am from the clickaty-clack
Of tiny white letters
Creating and destroying
With a simple tiptap;
Of flying hats and
Sleeping costumes,
Alone they tell
Broken tales, together
A million different stories.
I am from a singing silence,
Thousands of voices
Saying nothing and everything
In a single moment;
A stroke of grey,
Soft then hard,
And another voice adds
His impute to the
Chaotic chorus;
A swipe of white and
The octave changes.
I am from sad eyes
Never crying, but
Always watching,
A shoulder forever damp,
An ear always listening,
A soft word to sooth,
A warm embrace offering
An eternal moment
Of the comfort only
A friend can give.
Comments: This was written for one of my classes and is supposed to be about me, my life, and my family. I wrote it in a way that it's abstract enough that you don't have to know me to understand some of it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:49 pm
My Special Nightmare
A shadow world all my own
Where darkness lurks and demons roam
Frightening things are everywhere
A constant fear hangs in the air
The sky is dark, no star in sight
In my world of velvet night
In shadowed corners nightmares hide
This chosen place they now reside
But I refuse to be afraid
Lest my world begins to fade
And if it should, perhaps I’d cry
For then I’d know the sunlit sky
Not that I don’t wish to see
What the light could make of me
I just prefer the shadow world
Where all my nightmares are uncurled
In this place I call my home
There’s no one else, I’m all alone
All the rest have run away
To live in light and sunshine day
At first I only could sit and stare
Praying to see another there
But then at last the demons came
And showed me things could be the same
They taught me how the silence sings
And the joys of childish things
Now I question without fear
Was there ever another here
Perhaps I always was alone
In this shadow world I call my own
I watch the things beyond my sight
The world of life and love and light
It’s better to receive than it is to give
That’s what I see as people live
I hear their stories, tales of danger
Of a blackened night, an unseen stranger
Fear the dark, and love the day
It’s always best, that’s what they say
I shake my head and turn away
Back to shadows where I’ll stay
Back to games with friendly fright
Back to darkness, silent night
Back to nightmares all my own
That the world of light once had known
They long have forgotten this world exists
A Mirror of black too much to resist
And so forever I’m trapped, eternally free
The shadowed reflection of all you see
Comments: This is my longest poem for sure. I worked on it for around four years or so before I decided it was finished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:50 pm
Regrets
There were no regrets when it came to your heart, your heart in our care.
And yet we have failed, and now it’s ruined and frail and broken.
No. You are not ruined; you were never frail; you just cannot be broken.
But, then, you stopped fighting a long time ago didn’t you?
Outside the sky has turned black and now the wounds you fought so hard to conceal are all too illuminated.
Just let the dawn die and twilight stretch on forever.
When did the world get so dark and the death trapped in your jaded eyes so unmistakably real?
This…Crimson Betrayal, this…Bleeding Chaos, your new reality.
It’s not really new, is it?
But at least back then the anger in you kept everything alive, yet now your temper’s flared away and life is more fleeting than a ghost caught in the soft candle light.
Comments: This one really speaks to me because I wrote it for a specific character, KuroTakara's dragon character Kuro. The backstory we created for that character works wonderfully with the emotions evoked in this piece.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:55 pm
Untitled Narrative Poem
Sweet prince of Denmark dressed
Blacker than death
Clinging to thy father’s memory with every living breath
Surrounded by ‘loving’ friends
And crossed family
Fake smiles and counterfeit lives is all there is to see
But, ho, a bit of luck it seems,
A spirit calls
You to revenge his foul murder or perhaps cause you to fall
In the center of all
These fare weather friends
Only one remains true, at your side ‘til the end
Sweet prince of Denmark dressed
Blacker than death
The thought of this revenge gives life to every breath
Insanity has struck
You relatively quick
And from your antics and ruthlessness others feel the sick
The first to fall a
Good old fool
A counselor of sorts spouting nothing but drool
The next in line
A lovely little girl
Loses everything with her father, her whole entire world
Sweet prince of Denmark dressed,
Shrouded in illusion
Must keep them on their toes, simply add to their confusion
And thus they send
You far away
To far off England, a land as mad as you they say
But on the journey you
Uncover a sinister plot
And turn it on the bearers; send them there instead to rot
And thus do you return
To a home of hurt and lies
The end is coming closer; it’s time for you to rise
Sweet prince of Denmark dressed
As thy father’s son
A punishment for evil must never go undone
The final fight is here
With one ally by your side
You’ll bring the treachery to light, no longer can they hide
Your opponent lies dead
Uncle-father and aunt-mother
Everyone is dying, except for thy faithful bond-brother
The time has come
Revenge is now complete
Everyone is dead, now lie thyself down to sleep
Sweet prince of Denmark dressed
Blacker than death
Clinging to thy father’s memory with every living breath
Comments: I also wrote this one for a class, but I love it lots because it's a narrative and I absolutely love Hamlet! Shakespeare makes me smile.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:00 pm
Untitled Found Poem
You lost everything and your soul slips away…
‘Cuts. Bruises. Broken Bones.’
…until it is nothing more than memories…
‘None of it mattered’
lost in something that is no more.
‘None of it mattered when you hugged me.’
If you have no future…
‘Wishes. Dumb Words. They never come true.’
…why not dwell in the past?
‘I should have stayed lost in darkness,
how was I to know I’d miss you so much?’
Is it not safer to live in gleeful dreams…
‘Dreams are lies.’
…than wallow in the sadness…
‘Dreams are no different than nightmares.’
…that plagues the present?
‘I don’t like dreaming.’
No one came to help.
‘I never meant’
No one came to look.
‘to be this way.’
No one came.
‘I never wanted to be so cold.’
It’s Broken.
‘Jaded.’
Fallen.
‘Faded.’
All that’s left of your fragile little world
‘And I’m just a figment of someone’s imagination.’
Comments: This is just a bunch of lines I threw together from random things I found.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:04 pm
Childhood was for Fantasies
Sweet little child,
All black, green, and tears,
There’s no one else like thee.
Frighten, the all run and hide
Whenever you were near
Scornful looks would follow;
Glaring eyes and sneering smiles.
Father’s watchful gaze
Distorted and Hateful;
Mother’s loving embrace
The only protection left.
But as they must
All good things come to an end.
Mother is gone,
Violently ripped from life.
Poor little child,
All black, green, and blood.
Childhood was for fantasies.
The only path in sight,
Revenge,
But once taken
Where will you go?
Still an outcast.
Still alone.
Thus do you wander
Until peace is found.
Are you still out there, little black?
Green silence
Has become thy story
And those that knew you
Are left to wonder…
Comments: This is another one written for a class. It again is about KuroTakara's dragon character. I love that character and he's just a fountain of insirpation for me.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:09 pm
Solace of the Forgotten
Lock me Away. Isolation is a starless night.
Isolation is a fading sun.
Lock me Away. Isolation is a forsaken childhood.
Isolation is a room with no windows.
Lock me Away. Isolation is a door with no knob.
Isolation is a lock with no key.
Lock me Away.
Isolation forgets.
No one else is there
No one else understands
Loneliness in a crowded room
Nightmare’s perfect dream
Mankind’s greatest fear, Isolation
Comments: Not much to say about this one...I like it a lot.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:11 pm
Ode to a Satirical Lover
I love you.
I need you.
Without you life is meaningless.
I want you.
You’re mine.
Without you I have no obsession.
It’s not your fault, but it’s all because of you.
I take the blame, but I blame you.
If you leave me I have no reason to stay in this world.
If my obsession is gone my passion dies and so do I.
If you don’t love me the way I love you than life obviously isn’t worth it.
It’s not your fault, but it’s all because of you.
I take the blame, but I blame you.
Comments: This one doesn't have much of a backstory. I couldn't sleep one night and couldn't for the life of me figure out why. Suddenly the first few lines ran through my mind. I got up, grabbed a notebook, wrote it down, then proceeded to go to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:29 pm
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