Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[wildsegolily]

Ian, I think that you managed to make good sense of my poem... thank you And I find your friendship poem beautiful.

I think what gets me confused is how we can express so much abstraction through little symbols on a screen... sometimes all the words just mesh together in my mind, and all I know are the ideas or feelings or truths within that could never truly be captured by what we are reading. Somehow, we manage to communicate nonetheless. It's bewildering... amazing.

Does anyone know French at all? Occasionally I'll write in French because it suits my mood better, and I would like to share some of those poems as well... but if no one speaks French, then I suppose those poems really will be nothing but symbols meshing on a screen.

Based off of those very thoughts, I'll post a free-style poem now (I don't have a name for it yet):

yes
no
maybe so
I answer pointless questions
I humour their lies
I play the games
of life and death
of words, just words in my head
no truth behind their meaning
what are these symbols you're seeing?
just letters on a page
not truth, not love, not rage
those do not exist
in any tangible form
yet we've known the gist
since the moment we were born
we learn to play the games
what we know
what we are
what we'll be
will we go far
Who cares what I'll be
or when I'll be me
who cares about the games
the yes
the no
the maybe so
why ask these pointless questions
why humour the world with lies
why try to assign reason
to our tormented cries
games of the world
are all we see
these symbols
these aren't me
there is no me
in any tangible form
yet I've known the gist of me
since the moment I was born
that is why you don't understand
that is why they don't understand
that is why I don't understand
we cannot grasp me
me is just two letters
m
e
just pieces in the game
my whole sense is separate
away from the game
away from here
far far away from anything we know
far far away from the questions of life and death
yes
no
maybe so
none of these words matter
the answer is no answer
answers come with games
the truth is not an answer
the truth escapes the game

[Ian the Korean]

I'm glad I may have shed a little light on your poem. There's definitely a lot more room there for interpretation though. Poetry is the greatest artistic medium in my opinion, because it has the hardest tools to manipulate. It is a special talent to be able to express feelings and emotion through a written language. Unfortunately I do not know French, and as much as I would like to read your work, I know that it would lose much of its meaning if it was translated.



The Journey

The whistle has been blown through
The time to depart draws near
Just five more minutes to hold you
and tell you how much I love you dear

The time is upon us of parting ways
I fear that now I must leave
I'll miss you all the long days
and the pain will make me grieve

Even though our bodies part
We will always be together
because you have taken my heart
Our souls will be joined forever

So let the future bring what it may
I know ours paths will cross again someday.


I hope you enjoy this one.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I really enjoyed your last poem as well. I have a hard time with that type of poem, because as soon as I think of a line or two, rhyming words start to pop into my head.

[izchan]

Hello people.

Nice to see most of you guys up and around.

Loved the poetry and the discussion.

As for the meaning to the <Tree of Life>. I think it might be better to name it as <TREES of LIFE>, with the 's in it. The reason was because I saw it as an interpretation of all the different Faculties or TREES that is living in life.

As for <wisdom in the trees> is one of the best poem I have read thus far. Insightful and beautiful in its way of drawing the picture of life.

For wildsegolily second poem which is currently unnamed, has just made it into an all time favourite of list of poems. I am currently naming it as <Yes, No, Maybe So> because it fits the entire poem and its essense.

Nice one ian, again good work on <the journey>

Here is something for you guys to enjoy.

: Questions and Answers

Man spends most of their lives
seeking answers in ashes
grabbing at broken matters
praying for revelations

Unable to attain the simple truth
that life has no instant answers
only barren facts
made upon others

A string of events locked together
ever changing in its direction
where the same answers
can mean different things
while in a different time
set in a different space
But ultimately all of it hinges upon
the fundamentals of the question
and the bewilderment of its origin

Keep the poems coming, why?
Because it is more than words.
It is wisdom in disguise.

enjoy.

[izchan]

Ah ... forgot to thank RM for this lovely haiku.
As I am still awed by the amount of feelings that he can put those simple words.

[PhotoFx]

I've been feeling left out, so i scrounged through what i've written (discovereing that there's not much there) and found this. I remember the night it was inspired from... a couple friends, (who happened to be girls) and people they were vaguely interested in all went up to NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Reasearch (it's on a big hill, right next to the mountains.)) and got a blanket out and were looking at the stars. I guess i was really wanting to have somebody, and they were all.... well, flirting extensively as i recall, and i just got up and left, walked around a bit.... eventually came back after running into a couple deer and watching them for a little.

anyway, here it is, wiht that in mind.

THE WALKING SONG

Without a backwards glance
I walk away.
I've seen it before,
heard it before,
felt it before.
Anger sitting there;
Resignation crouching in the shadows;
Waiting to rush up,
Spring up with gaping jaws,
And stroll along gently beside me.

I heard him coming, he isn't a quiet fellow;
Just rather inexorable in his aproach.
He isn't chained to me,
Just talks calmly,
Reasonably,
Truthfully.
And poisons the well of my thought.
For the Truth is not to be argued with
Or tainted for comfort.

I've always walked in circuts,
Shadowing a floating point in time
Where fates spin
And dance around in clumsy, akward steps.
Always widening the path in front of me.
Always giving me more options,
Always letting me choose.
But I always choose the same,
And so wander in circles,
Carving my own walls in the dirt.

Once my walking is over,
I turn, and head back to home,
Back to resignation.
I see them there in the distance,
Waiting hopefully for my return.
But the paths again widen around me,
The options enticing, blinding;
The fates never make it easy,
Always play fair,
And always, always try to lead astray.

I only hope I find my way back.

some of you might remember this incident.

[izchan]

Alan, that is truly a touching insight. It is plain and simple. I love it. There is nothing more convincing than the truth that lays within our most inner thoughts.

Will post something later today, but now, I have to finish my work.

[Ian the Korean]

That is really good, Alan. Your story inspired me to write this poem.

Shining Star of Light

Into the starry night I gazed
Searching into the endless space
By the stars my mind is amazed
As I watched all I face.

The distant twinkling light
Seemed as if it was watching me
So comforting and bright
It was kind, gentle, and friendly.

But now with the rising sun
These distant lights disappear
Their nightly display is done
Until the next darkness comes near

Do not fear the darkness that can
and will always have friendly light
Only be frightened of the time when
darkness has swallowed all of light.

[PhotoFx]

thank you both .

i wrote a 8 liner for my girlfriend on valentines day, but i forgot to keep a copy, and she isn't online for her to tell me what it was. she liked it though .

[wildsegolily]

Thank you for the feedback ... as for me, I am blown away by the poems I have read so far. They strike my heart. I'm surrounded by incredible poets... by incredible thinkers as well. What can I say? This discussion/exchange inspires me... I have more that I'd like to share, but I think that for now I'll post later and contemplate for a while. Everyone has something beautiful, truthful and wise to say... in such an artistic way. I just need to let it soak into my soul. Thank you for everything so far

[Magic_Midget]

Hi I'm new to this place...and this thread caught my interest....here's one of my poems out of over 30 pieces...
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Entombed Black Roses by Lee

Black roses adorn my room;
This cold chamber I call my tomb;
Locked away in a cesspool of black;
Never going back.

Spiders crawl all over the walls;
Soul is crying, not heeding any calls;
A keeper watches over the entrance;
An unkept eye in trance.

Black roses petals, all on the ground;
Restless souls, drifting without a sound;
Darkness exceeds the light;
Darkness lasts all night;

Thorns jut out of the mortar and stone;
And the undead moan;
Shunning the white aura, leaving me alone;
In the dark cell, I call home.

[izchan]

Lee, that is a very nicelt written poem.

Do you trully believe that your home is that dark and sinister?

Or it is just your interpretation of the munsters resindence?

Anyway, I welcome you into this thread. Feel free to contribute more becuase we here are all hungry for more talent, but most of all we yearn for more fun in reading the ideas and thoughts of other beatiful souls.

Keep it coming.

[Magic_Midget]

I mainly write love poems and gothic stuff...
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In My Dreams Tonight by Lee

Every night when the world is dreaming,
I close my eyes and think of you.
If the wish I cast upon
the brightest star
could magically come true,
the dawn would bring me
closer to you.
There's nowhere that'd I rather be than
with you, your lips against mine,
your arms sheltering me.
There's a special place
in my heart, where your light
will always burn bright,
and though today
we're far apart
you'll warm,
my dreams tonight

[Magic_Midget]

This sonnet here was selected by the Editor's at www.poetry.com But I think that place is a scam...

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To A Wishing Star...

Twinkling in the moonlight, eyes like sapphires,
Ev'time I see you, my heart burns like fire.
Throughout the land and sea, across the world
Over the vast mountains and through the trees.
I only find you under a spring tree.
Your inner beauty and long brownish hair
cannot match the other brunettes over there.
Your voluptious sexy red lips and smile,
Something that I haven't seen for a while.
You are everything to me, Wishing Star
I could buy you diamonds, even a car...
Many other gifts and nice luxuries,
But this is all about love and desire
Only for yours and mine to be admired....

[izchan]

Something for your reading.
A bit raw. I think. You judge.

: Seeking life

Deep within these caves of time
hides the one thing that is mine
my sanity, my soul and my mind
in which I constantly seek
and it which constanly hides

In dark corners with wet alleys
or bright ballrooms with dancing frills
I seach for an answer to a simple question
within all these faces who am I?

If only I were better
If only I could find
the one thing that really mattered
the reason why I am alive
for only then can I lay down and die

What say you?

Good night.

[izchan]

Lee, hey, you can read a number of my works in www.poetry.com ... try First Name Isaac, Last Name Chan ... how do I see your works there?

As for the scam? ... well .. I have been nominated in all my contributions, but I never really bothered to check if it was real or not.

keep posting ... ... posting here is better than sex.

at least to me ...

[Magic_Midget]

First: Lee
Last: Tran

you should see a long ass list of my poems there..about 20 or so

I've been nominated also...but the whole thing is a lottery...
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You are my Heart by Lee

How did I ever get to here
Why do I need you
Why do I have to cry these tears
Where do they lead to
I used to be so strong alone
When I was standing on my own
Now I don't know what to do

Was I too proud or just too blind
What does it matter
When love was in these hands of mine
I let it shatter
The pieces scattered to the wind
I'll never have them here again
But I'll remember how we were
The rest of time

You are my heart
How could I ever let you go
You are my soul
I had to lose my soul to know
How much you mean
To me, you are my heart

I think I see you everywhere
Isn't that crazy
I still reach out to feel you there
Lying beside me
I've learned a lot since you've been gone
About what I am and what I want
I know I only want to be in love with you

[Ian the Korean]

Since it's been so long since I last wrote poetry none of mine has been seen except for what I post on this forum and a few others. Everything I've posted has been written since I joined this forum.


Lost

Why are you all telling me these things,
Can't you see all of the pain that it brings?
I can't take anymore of these lies that you tell me,
I must escape this place and make myself free.
Yet you continue to follow and spout your hate
Why won't you go elsewhere and find someone else to berate.
I do not want to be near you anymore
You blackness has seeped in to your core.
You've made my heart and soul grow cold and hard
Never can I believe it was you that I admired.
When did you lose your beauty and your kindness
Am I the one who should take the blame for your blindness
See what you have done to those around who cared
You have destroyed them all and made them scared
In the abyss called depression where there's no hope or light,
There is no way out, everything is as dark as night.
You created it yourself by blocking out all love
You even turned your back on the one above.
Please let someone in and help with your pain
I fear that it is making you insane
You must know that when there is no light in your day
There is always someone who will help you on your way
All hope will never be lost from you
if you pray to the one who is always true.

[wildsegolily]

Lee, your first poem that you posted reminded me of something that I had written a couple years ago (Dec 14, 1999). Most of my poems from then have very little structure whatsoever. After a while, I became entirely structured. Now I'm trying to create a balance between the two. Anyway... I dug up the poem:

ALONE
I saw her standing there
alone in the field
of dried flowers
that strteched across the
desolate plain.
She was still...
a silhouette agains the sun,
fading into the sky
as night approached.
I couldn't help but wonder what
she was feeling,
alone in that field.
I stood watching
the dark figure in the night...
who is she?
She is holding a black rose
to her heart--
a black rose
that sucks in the moonlight.
The mystery
captivates me.
I move closer,
as my feet crunch
over the dried flowers.
As I approach the shadow
I see only her
shining eyes.
I look into two dark oceans
and know that
her emptiness
is as black as her rose.
yet in her eyes...
my own heart is mirrored.
I look to my hands
and find myself holding
my own rose--
blacker than the night,
extinguishing the starlight.
as I look upwards
to that girl
standing in the desolate field,
I notice her
fading away
into the background...
a shadow that leaves
with the light.
I realize that
I am all alone in my field of
dead flowers
and the only
abyss of blackness
belongs to me.
The field was all
mine...
and the girl....
A mere
illusion
of myself... a seemingly beautiful
yet empty
shell...
alone in a dry field of wildflowers.


Since that entry is melancholy (as are most of my poems from the past) I will include an uplifting journal-entry style piece I once wrote:

I look out the window
at the light-falling
snow floating down
to the ground outside.
The fireplace is lit
and I have cocoa in
my right hand, a pen
in the other. I write.
Then I stop. The snow
stops. The sun melts
the snow. A warm breeze
comes. I open the
window of my living-
room. I turn the
radio on. I blast it
loud. The rhythm gets
to me. It soars through
me. It is warm and
beautiful and I can't
help but throw down
whatever I'm doing
and surrender to the
music. I am in plaid
pants and a flannel
nightshirt and bare feet.
I am dancing without
a care or worry in my
mind. Every now and then
i stop and think
about the people
walking down the street,
and I say to myself,
"why care? They are getting
a great show for free."
Then the music stops,
and I lay down in the
sun with my cats, and
I stretch. I sleepily
open my eyes, and get
up. I walk over to the
window and watch the
sun sink below the
mountains. Then I am
watching the rocks turn
pink in the early morning
sun. Then I am watching
the trees turn golden and
red and orange. Then I am
watching the leaves fall.
Then i am seeing dead
trees. Then the snow
falls, and the fireplace
burns, and I again have
the hot cocoa in my
right hand, my pen in
my left. I am at peace.
And then I dance.
And I don't care.
And then I sing.
And I don't care.
And I run and scream and
live my life... and all
will be well... and life
will go on... and the
seasons will continue
to change. And my life
will go on. And I will try
not to care. And sing.
And dance. And write, with
the fire of my life
burning bright.

[wildsegolily]

as for Izchan- the last poem I liked very much... it has an uncluttered purity about it. I enjoy your words more than words can say Lee, you write beautifully... your poems remind me of so many things I've written, but perhaps I will not continue to post all of them because then I would be monopolizing this thread

Ian, I really enjoyed "LOST"... I see so much of what you wrote in someone I know, and then a mirror flashes up and I see myself... and I wonder, perhaps I'm the one creating the lies and the pain and the insanity... turning my own heart cold... and just projecting that on someone else? Perhaps I am projecting those things on humanity. I don't know. So, when you wrote that poem... were you thinking of a particular person? or humanity in general? or could you even have been thinking of some part within yourself? I know that I am reading too much into it... but sometimes I read too much into myself. I'm just curious... trying to solve some mystery or another. All while walking through the mystery of life.

I have written for Poetry.com as well... but they're not getting my money People can buy their anthologies and audio cassettes, but I'm fine with just writing and reading poetry online. Especially when it's with you people

[Magic_Midget]

Thanks...wildse...your poems are really long, but is very touching...I'm scared to post my incredibly dark gothic poems since it might traumatize the people just like at my old forum I've been to...
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Inner Child of Mine by Lee

Look in these eyes, you'll see the dark
That little space inside my heart
The darkest side withholds the light
The light that brightens me inside

Angels don't fly, they have no wings
It is another of those things
That we make up
That we believe
The real thing is not what we conceive

You don't know
I won't let you see me
I will hide, I will lie
As true as can be
You just don't have
What it would take
To be a part of me

The darkest side withholds the light
The light that shines
You can't deny

[PhotoFx]

hoorah! i completely agree. This is a far more worthwhile endeavor than poetry.com.... anyway, since we sort of seem to be on a dark streak here, interupted only by wildsegolilly's blinding light, i'll see if i can contribute something.

poem removed because i didn't really like it

[edit] just ignore this:
eh, not too bad for on the spot. If someone has constructive criticsm, i'll try and re write it. Something about it doesn't appeal to me...
[/edit]

[Magic_Midget]

This is one of my darker ones....
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Lonely Death by Lee

Stars and heavens, celestial visions;
The dreams within; reverbrating in my head;
Which paths have I led;
Into this oncoming danger, that haft left me broken;
My heart, in a million pieces;
And carried by the wind in which it seizes;

Light haft naught shine'd on thy soul;
Cold darkness, feverish chills;
The darkness, in thy heart in which it fills;
My soul is nothing but a discolored cold slate;
Hard as a rock, unable to break;

The emptiness fills back with the dark;
Bad thoughts fill my body and eats me alive like a shark;
How much pain can I take before my body withers;
And fade into the murky black, that we call death

[Magic_Midget]

In My Arms Tonight by Lee

As I cuddle your body,
In my arms tonight
I'm glad I rather have you than nobody,
In my arms tonight.

As I hear your soft voice,
In my arms tonight.
I'm glad I get to hear it, let's rejoice..
In my arms tonight.

As your eyes twinkle under the moon,
In my arms tonight.
We lean closer to kiss ever so soon,
In my arms tonight.

[Ian the Korean]

wildsegolily, I think that is exactly what I was trying to express. When I was writing it I was thinking about the way poeple do that to each other and isolate themselves. I've really enjoyed reading all of these other poems as well. You are all such exceptional poets!

Lost Memory

While I lie awake on this night
Trying to remember what I lost along the way
Everything rushes back to my sight
Vividly, like it was just yesterday.

I delve into my inner soul
Searching for those things I lost
It is as dark as a piece of coal
These memories have a mighty cost.

They begin to tear and gnaw
My biting fears return
I have not found the one I saw
the one I constantly yearn

It is such a joyous memory
It will overpower all of the others
It should be found so easily
All of the sadness it will smother

But now I'll stop deluding my mind
It has been lost for all eternity
It was a memory that was warm and kind
Why can't my mind just set it free

My life has now been made meaningless
Now each day is full of sadness and sorrow
That one great memory that I miss
Will it cause me to end it tommorow.

[Magic_Midget]

I fell in love with that poem Ian..

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Sorrowful Joy by Lee

My broken heart still aches;
And my skinny body shakes;
My orifices ooze blood that is black;
And my arms are limp and slack;
My lips are quivering from the cold;
But there's no one around to hold;
My mind is filled with demented sorrow;
Wishing my life would end tomorrow;
My skin is parched and dry;
And my eyes cannot cry;
I have a nasty cut down my chest;
Oozing blackness at its best;
Black blood have formed a puddle;
And the parasite have cuddled,
Deep into my flesh, eating me away;
And this continues everyday;
Until the darkness consumes my body;
And I leave this world as a nobody.

[Ian the Korean]

Lee, that is a really good poem, I loved how well you were able illustrate it, even though it was pretty gory.

Awaiting The End

What has become of his world I live in
It has become tainted with evil and sin
Now all the things I can see far and wide
are ashes from those who have died.
This scene is full of bodies mishapen horribly
I cannot believe all that my eyes see
My mind is reeling with grief and anger and pain
pushing me over the edge making me insane
Where have all of the things that I remember gone
Will they return by the next mornings dawn
No, I know that all of the ones I loved have left
This realization has left my heart cleft
I must now wander these endless expanses alone
Through the vast fields of darkness no light has shown
The time that I will die is coming at last
My time on this wretched world has finally past.

[Magic_Midget]

Everyone here has some wonderful talent...
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Mutilation by Lee

Lower my casket into the ground;
Let the festering insects eat me away;
Eating away my flesh all day;
Leaving my body in a heap of immoral decay;
Break my tombstone and dig up my body;
Pee on my infested corpse, join everybody;
In this total mutilation of this death-ridden fool;
Dismember my body with your tools;
Feed the rest of me to your dogs;
And throw my head into the peat bogs;
Let the worms eat through my eyes;
And cut me in half with that scythe;
All this goes on in my head;
As I approach death with dread;
All my dreams end up this way;
But you don't give a fuck anyway.

[Magic_Midget]

Away from this Place by Lee

There was a time when I could wash away the lies.
A time when I held the sun within my eyes.
You stood so close I could taste the hope you held.
It drew me out, pulled me from the place I dwelled.

But as time ran away I began to rust.
Then time tainted you and turned it all to dust.
Now the angels fall dead in a sky condemned to cry.
You clipped my wings. Sending me burning from the sky.

I fall apart. I fall from grace.
I could never be anything in this place.
I'm losing time. This loss I've found.
I'm burning, I'm dieing. I'm breaking down.

Like the stars I feel you drifting away.
And I give into despair as night steals day.
Bleeding on the whole I shed all my tears.
I feel I'm falling apart. Giving into my fears.

There was nothing you could want in me.
So I walk away. Let myself die in the sea.
Now my sun sets harshly as the sky gives way to night.
And my blood runs cold as I give up the fight.

There's no hope in me. No chance to hold on.
I feel so lost now that your gone.
Now I'm here lonely, as I'm left behind.
You were everything I could hope to find.

[izchan]

This poem is written becuase of something that I felt during a discussion in a thread. I am sadden by the fact that I felt it at all.

: Branded

Why do you say something so
when you know it is but a lie
What have I done to deserve this
these treatments of such unkind

You brand me to a colour
You brand me to a kind
You put me into a solid box
in which you still deny

What is it that you are afraid
Why don't you look into my eyes
I am but a simple man
with simple dreams and sighs

All I wished is decency
a chance for a life
an oppurtunity of understanding
to share and then to cry

Yet you brand me to a name
and then you lock me here outside
saying I am but an inferior
not even a man in your sight

Was not suppose to sound so gloomy. But I can't help but feel hurt over the incident.

[Xerxes]

I'm not the brander am I?

[izchan]

Xerxes,
You did not do it on purpose, and I know the statement in which you used were not to brand me, but the outcome of it will eventually be of that manner.
The poem is not talking about you xerxes specifically, but is a global view of the situation.
We are branded almost in everything we do, because of the insecurity we have in our own hearts.
The only way to solve these issues, is by opening up and letting our heart tell the story. And pray that we don't get hurt too much in the process.

As the saying goes, what does not kill you only serve to make one stronger.

Don't worry about it Xerxes.
I am hurt by the statement, but not you.

[Xerxes]

Well... as i'm sure you know.. human thinking generally categorizes and sub categorizes every last thing - its analogous to a river delta.. forming streams ******d.. then forming substreams and then little substreams off those. Once it has formed however... it is hard to form new streams- the water just flows in the paths it has already generated.

[Trista]

What happened...?

[xarajodie]

Moonlight

Just as I cry to a moon for a dream
Resisting the urge to embellish
Lessening all - seemingly
I insert a cloudless sky of perfection
Not perfect of course, entirely...but within breathing distance.

Deep within this gibberish I vent (which is
Less war of internal mind than dream, than love)
Is a sharing, emotions spewed forth - a secret of reveries - entangled.
Though refusing the truth seems evident, I fear it not.
Truth every day faces me, and I see it, knowing
This love never dies, in its true, fantastical existence, eternal.

[izchan]

Originally posted by Xerxes
its analogous to a river delta.. forming streams ******d.. then forming substreams and then little substreams off those. Once it has formed however... it is hard to form new streams- the water just flows in the paths it has already generated.

It is called holding a pattern or in crude way, limited by the amount of change available. Newton calls it inertia.

Which is why I was saddend by the fact that the uncoucious branding occured. Because of such brandings, ideas cannot be interprated properly and people with misconceptualizations will caused the entire process of sharing to be aborted and go into a state of denial.

It is often said that a man is innocent until proven guilty. But the sad fact of the matter is that a man is often guilty until proven innocent. That is what branding does.

One of the things in which I always advocate is that adults should learn to listen to the children when they speak. The reason is because children are brutal in the truth category. They will say what they think without bias. The simple anology is the story of 'The kings new wardrobe'.

It is ok trista, it is merely me being too sentimental and sensitive over a subject matter.

I am after all just a man.

[izchan]

Xara, that was beautiful.
After reading so many gothic stuff from Lee, your words are like the sunshine after a hurricane.

Don't you agree that Lee has a talent in writing the reader into a world of dark and ghoilish world? Pure talent.

Kudo's

Keep the postings coming.

[wildsegolily]

THE KISS

She came in with a gentle breeze
Through the moonlit air
Her feet danced out a melody
Wind caressed her hair

His head then slowly turned around
She was all he saw
His heart collapsed into the ground
Overwhelmed with awe

The void of space was all there was
Space too much to bear
And so she rushed into his arms
Blocking out cold air

Their world then spun with fired heat
Melting in their kiss
Until the real just slipped away
In eternal bliss

[wildsegolily]

HIS HEART

lovely like the quiet wind
tugging at your hair
lovely like the sunny rose
fragrancing the air
lovely like the gentle stream
dancing with the moon
lovely like the diamond stars
shining on the moon

so lovely
yet so far
trapped up
in this jar
with tears of joy
and tears of rage
a bitter heart
trapped in a cage
so lovely
when it's free
too bad it
belongs to me

[wildsegolily]

I'm slipping into the love theme suddenly... not sure what caused it to happen, but I was looking through some of my older poems and these are the ones that are currently jumping out at me... perhaps I will write a new one tonight that captures how I feel, but for now I'll include a 6-liner from a year and a half ago:

shattered dreams
is all you gave me
shattered love
and broken hope
as the pieces slice
through my heart

[jarsonic]

I identify with Gerald Manly Hopkins.

- Jarsonic