General Original Poetry

[night faerie]

TOO LONG


It's been too long since you opened your eyes
You feel too numb to feel surprised
Yet this surprises you
Remember how it used to be
looking out across the troubled sea
beneath the raging sky
Sitting on the neutral sand
a pen and paper in your hand
when the pictures flowed, no need to try
Remember how you used to cry
let all the emotion melt inside
and fingerpainting with all the runny colors
so carelessly left behind
you painted a pretty picture then
all wild and innocent from within
and radiating energy
and blatant creativity
It's been too long since you opened your mind
and let it all flow in a rhythm and rhyme
from the deepest of depths
in the poet in you
don't remember the rules
and just do what you do

[Mike]

That is not "general" poetry

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Some know what lies ahead, perhaps
Others chose not to look, blindly
Spirits say 'destiny binds you, entraps'
I peer ahead and see, vaguely
Into the darkness, backwards

Before us, hazy--behind us, firmly
But naught is perfect, mishaps
Standing alone I differ, crazy
Some bridges before are not, collapse
Into the darkness, backwards

Does it matter, question
Maybe it is a curse, burden
Maybe it is better, fortune
Maybe it matters not, token
Into the darkness, backwards

It hinders my path ahead, weaken
It confuses and angers me, tension
It steals my life, villain
It opens the darkness I cannot describe, mention
Into the darkness, backwards

It lightens my load, support
It guides and helps me, mentor
It allows me to live, consort
It hides the darkness I cannot bear, abhor
Into the darkness, backwards

It all balances in harmony, unsure
It pulls in all directions, cavort
It is my life I must lead, footsore
It is the darkness that I am, assort
Into the darkness, backwards

[dark fuschia]

damn Malcor! I thought you didn't do the poetry thing. That was awesome.

And nightfairy I can't tell you how much I relate to that poem of yours right now.

edit: I might have unblocked my writers block tonight and have a poem to add.


The smell is on my hands
in my clothes
and in my hair
no matter how clean I get
it will always be there
sweat and blood and dust
sickly and sweet and poison
this is what death smells like
and its driving me insane
you can't escape the chemicals in your brain
if they want to speak of death you gotta hear their refrain
and a brains got a way of speaking in smells
I wish I could forget cos it smells like seven hells
it smells like death
like a dying horses breath
and its evoking inner sights
that I just can't fight
like a dying horses eyes
filled with red of dawning skies
turning back inside her head
she don't want to be dead
she wants to fight
to make it through the night
but the madness takes a hold
and the blindness makes her fold
and her screams fill up the night
she's losing the fight
and I have nothing left to offer
just wait and watch her suffer
cos there comes point
when nothing offers comfort
except a bullet to the head
finally she's dead
and I am released
I hope she's at peace

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Thanks, soulstealer. You flatter me. Anyway, that was the only poem (until recently) that I had ever willing written. I'd thought it lost for all time, but I happened to mention it to my oldest friend...and she had saved a copy.

Thanks Bec.

Anyway, don't take it personal, but I'll read your poem when I get back home...its a little long for $6/hour

-Malcor "No poet" Sylverwood

[jUstIn]

how im here, i do not know
shall i stay, where will i go?
my hearts desire is evading me,
my destiny, i doubt i'll see.
i feel greatness there, right in my soul,
but this life i lead is taking toll.
im fading into the darkest black
and fear i will not turn back.
for pain, and fear, and strife i live
this world takes all i can give.
it leaves me hollow, drained and poor,
but really life is nothing more.
(a work in progress)
~insert triumphant ending later~

[dark fuschia]

Justin I like that. Make sure you post the full thing when you finish it.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Wow, soulstealer...that was very... ~searches for word~

umm...

Tragicroughscarypainfuldesperate.

~nods~

-Malcor "Webster" Sylverwood

[Cloric the Cleric]

This is very, very rough, but...well...here it is anyway...

(edited a spelling error)

I opened the book and pain filled my heart
For the words I read reminded me of what I’d lost.

I miss my muse, my inspiration, my love,
And I beg her to return to me, just once, for awhile.

In my desperation I search, other places, other names
But none can fill the void, the emptiness in my soul.

Years go by, sadness ebbs and flows.
The time seems endless, the days unfulfilled.

One day, turning a corner, I see her.
There, in the crowd, stands the one that I seek.

I rush to her, and throw my arms about her shoulders,
“Why did you leave me?” I wail with anguish. “Did I wrong you?”

She turns to me with a tear in her eye.
“My dear, it was not I who left, it is you who grew.”

“You saw the world beyond me, and thought that it was grand,
So here I sat, waiting for the day I knew, I hoped, would come.”

I took her by the hand, reassuring her that her place in my life
Was as secure now as it always should have been.

And so, returning home, I opened the book, turned to the back,
And put pen to paper once more. And I can write again.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I wrote this in my reflections thread, but I figured it might belong here as well. This wasn't meant to be a poem at all, just a collection of...words? thoughts? But it ended up being one anyway, and with a little editing it acheived its final form seen below.

Helplessness

Perched upon my ledge
Stashed behind my walls
Watching the scene unfold
Time and time again

Bound by decision
Trapped by fate
Things continue to pass
Time and time again

I've been here before
I'll be here again
The world moves on
Time and time again

Unable to act
Unwilling to try
Everything crumbles to dust
Time and time again

Have I seen the way
My lantern sheds no light
Existance fades to black
Time and time again

Helplessness

-Malcor "No poet" Sylverwood

[Cloric the Cleric]

I think I've posted this one elsewhere before, but...well, it's one of my own personal favorites...and you'll never believe how it was written...

Remembering


I lay on the grass
Staring up
At the stars shining in heaven
Thinking of nothing
But the love we once shared.
The music we heard.
The colors we saw.
The places we went.
The emotions we felt.
I cry as I think
Of how full you made my life
Everyday that I knew you,
From the first
To the last.

The day I knew
That you had gone
From my life forever
Was one of the worst,
Yet one of the best,
Days of my life.
While I had lost your smile,
Your energy and life,
You had finally lost your pain.

I think back further
To the day we discovered
The beast that was
Spreading itself through
Every fiber of your being
Eating away at your insides,
Disintigrating your dignity.

I remember marching,
Crusading for a cure,
Supporting you through every arduous step.

I remember our fights.
Cursing you, calling you names,
Son of a bitch, Asshole and worse,
Hating you for getting this
Terrible sickness.
Forcing me to watch, helpless,
As the one I loved faded
Slowly into the Darkness.

I remember the way I felt
The day I recieved
The information so terrible
That I couldn't tell you for fear
Of adding to your burden.
But even though I never said,
Never even hinted,
I could see in your eyes,
As you died, you knew.

I lay here today
Knowing how terrible
It is to miss you,
And how hard all I have
To go through will be without you.
But I also know that
Your strength,
The strength you showed and taught me,
Will get me through it all,
Until the day, perhaps soon,
That I will Join you,
And we can love forever.

[Tatum]

Wow Cloric, that was very sad but beautiful too. And you didn't clog it up with too much abstraction. I like poetry that gets its message across, otherwise, what's the point of sharing your poetry if its so embelished you miss the authors intent?

Well, I used to write quite a bit but in the last few years I sort of fell out of it. Plus I don't like sharing my writing cuz I'm not good at taking criticism. Anyway, I found one that I thought I'd share..not my best but far from my worst. I think its one that many if not most can relate to.

YOU

I wonder, will you ever know
the careless words, were crushing blows?
And each would birth a little brick
from which a wall grew tall and thick.
Behind that wall, the real me,
stood waiting there for you to see.
You never looked, nor called my name.
I needed you, you never came.
I saw you when you turned to go,
I wonder, will you ever know?

[dark fuschia]

Tatum I can really relate to that poem. I am sure most people can, its really beautifully written.

And Cloric I remember reading that poem before, its a hard one to forget Like Tatum said it's both sad and beautiful.

Malcor I think you've totally been holding out on us. I hope you can churn out more.

[sir archely]

for most stuff i'm willing to share, you'll have to take a jaunt to my reflection thread. however, i wrote this one a while back. then, i had a different kind of night, and this other one came out. i think they are kind of companion poems. they certainly aren't a single poem, but they are two sides of the same coin, so they fit together somehow. anyway, here they both are. i don't think the second is as good as the first, but that's okay.

tonight i laugh, and smile
tonight i just sit a while
tonight i spend time with friends
tonight i can pretend

i pretend to be careless and worry free
i pretend that nothing troubles me
i pretend there is no pain i feel
i pretend and my pretending is real

i am careless, my smiles sincere
i am happy, with nothing to fear
i am shining, just like the sun
i am joyous, life is so fun

tomorrow it starts, everything that i dread
tomorrow it begins, new things in my head
tomorrow it dawns, tho' i drag my feet
tomorrow it rises, and when it does, i'm beat.

but tonight, tonight is still mine
i take a deep breath and everything's fine
and i realize it's alright,
because right now...right now is tonight.

================================

tonight drags on, people talk to me.
tell me how, things might be.
i need to do this, i need to go here,
their fixed-on smiles drifting to sneers.

tonight my tasks are many in number,
i must finish them all, before i turn to slumber.
calls to make and bills to pay,
all due when the night turns to day.

tonight just won't end, or give me release,
this headache i have, it keeps me from peace.
the heat is obscene, sweat slides down my neck,
my room's in disarray, my mind is a wreck.

tonight i'm tired, not body but mind,
i'm in a tunnel, the light i can't find.
the ceiling drops down, and in the sides bend.
why can't this horrible night just come to an end?

then i go to sleep, and it's all gone,
i go to sleep, and up comes the sun.
as soon as i'm gone, the night is gone too,
and tomorrow, tomorrow's brand new.

[satan]

i have 2 rather light-hearted poem i wrote today on a picnic.. ok, well i didn't actually write them.. but i thought of the ideas for them. Not my best, just fun to write.. and of course experiance

Sunlight plays off of her hair
Simply irresistible
Skin as sweet as a summer breeze
She leans against me
I lean against her
Her rock, Her warmth
Lips so soft and tantalizing
Breath like magic
I wrap my arms around her
Warding off the impending cold
Flicks of light captivate her attention
Millions of them play
Weaving in and out of the woods
Fairies wanting us to join
Darkness threatens to surround us
Sunlight all but gone
So I mount, and we make our way
Lit only by the fireflies
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Crouched on a branch grinning like a Cheshire cat
Letting the open arms of summer caress me
The sun strains to break through the shade
But manages only dapples that dance on my face
Freshly pressed grass weaves it’s way through the air
Birds flirt with the wind, making barely aborted dives
Dancing along with a beat in my step no drummer could match
A world of infinite possibilities contained in a grove in the middle of a field

(actually i wrote 2 other endings to go with it but i liked this one the best... i think)

by the way i just want to say everyone's poetry is lovely, i didn't come across one i didn't like. and Arch, i like the way the paralel eachother, although i relate to the second one more