Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[izchan]

Nice poems guys. Here is mine today.


: Walking

Like the wind above my skin
my thoughts pass me by
the decisions I make
are those that I try
to be something more
dream of something better
and pray to GOD in hope
that I can go on further
thus is my story
of same old bitter weary
indecisions of which path
to reach my final glory
at the end of the day
all that is left for us
is just to take another step
ahead the one we took before
where we begin all over again

Raven I think the last time I wrote a poem that long (and actually had something to say) was like 6 months ago or more ... ... I ENVY YOU!!!!


Jedi ... ... The dream of you and I touched me, right there on the part of my heart where it aches the most. Thank you.

Lee again ... maestro with words ... ... brazo.

Hope you guys post more.
As for me, I will always try.

[White Raven]

White Wolf

I lie in the cold
It swirls all about me
It chills my marrow in my bones
Holds me in its grip of ice
It clutches me like talons of woe
Sorrow seeping in
And pathways unsure
So I lie there in the cold
The screaming in my head
The wind speaks in a tongue
I wish I didn't understand
I sense something in the cold
My body frozen clean through
I let my eyes trail up to what's in front of me
A paw
It is whiter than the snow, fur on the leg
Swirling all about with the wind, like my hair
I look up further to see shaggy white fur
But everything is white, I am surprised I can see the shape
So clearly
I look up further, feeling dwarfed by this thing
This being of snow
My eyes take in the sight of white on white
Silver outlines separating
The head of a white wolf
I lie, unmoving, the cold taking me in
I look up to the strength of this creature
His heavy neck throws back his head
His jaws slightly separate and a doleful cry emerges
The sound speaks to my soul
Speaks over the shrieks of the wind and the whispers of its voice
It makes my whole body slightly vibrate with the sound
Music of souls, I long to join in
As the long snout leans down to my nose, and I see eye to eye
The eye of the storm
Oh...
Eyes of knowledge, black as black can be, but irises so yellow
Burn into me...
Searing into me and telling my soul things
Things my conscious does not understand
But something deeper does
With almost a spasmic realization
... I know who you are ...
... Soul of cold ...
I look away from the piercing eyes...
And down at my own hands...
Hands?
Paws?
I gather the strength to stand
On my own slender, long legs
Despite the cold, I stand
And lean my head back to the sky
As the snow whips all around us
And I tell the snow my story
Along with you.

[izchan]

Raven are you studying in lit class or something? That is good ...

Am down with a severe flu infection. Will talk to you guys later.

[White Raven]

^_^' Lit class? Nope... I'm only in grade 10 ... (Sophomore year, I think, in the US) I wish the teachers would take some interest in my writing, but all they're letting us do right now is review short stories...

Homework Excerpt

5. What do you think Susan Kerslake's purpose is for writing this story? What is she saying about the nature of some people's relationships?


Know what I put? (The story Choices is about an accident that involves two lovers, one gets injured and it talks about the choice the man has of leaving her...)

As a budding author myself, I do not believe that writers need a 'purpose' at all to write something. It is almost ignorant to believe that any piece of written work is written expressly with a purpose. In the writing itself, it may express clearly or unclearly a purpose, some ring clear as a crystal pool still in the morning, others as murky, dark and muddy as the much trodden-on dirt on a path.

Perhaps the author was doing something as simple as looking out of the window in a cafe one day at the rain soaked streets, like black silver in their slick shiny paths leading through the arteries and capillaries of the city to the country roads far away. Perhaps she tilted her head as she looked on the glass, her eyes flicking to the puddles slowly forming on the ground before her, outside that cold transparent shield. Maybe she looked at her semi-transparent reflection in the glass, and contemplated something while watching a raindrop snake its way down the wondowpane.

It may have happened that she reached with a slender hand and picked up her mug of coffee, feeling it warm to her lips and soft in the texture, and maybe her eyes rested on the rain-slicked metal curves of a car outside. Perhaps she watched it, focusing on it for the brief moment it was in front of her, listening to the water part under its spinning wheels, the soft 'whoosh' noise as it disappears, on its way to someplace unknown, echo through her mind. It might have come to pass that she flexed her other hand in an almost lazy fashion, feeling the material of her long sweater against her wrist. Maybe it then occurred to her, two lovers in a car, about to be torn from each other in the most violent way possible.

What I believe the author is saying about many relationships in these days is that they are based too much on the intrinsic and the physical, and not enough on emotions and pure emotional attraction.

[White Raven]

Poems I wrote a little earlier tonight.

Renepvia

Walking in the misty mornings
Kicking silver pebbles
Flat yet round they fly from my foot
One by one into the unquenchable grey
The flat motionless granite that is
Unwalkable upon;
The ocean, it lies before me
In a great stillness
Even the air doesn't dare flow by
The world slowly opens its eyes
Pinks are the first to herald the sun
Breaking the monotonous greys
I move onto the cliff that overlooks the line
A line filled with greys, slowly wakening...
I hold a hand that isn't there just yet.

Passion

Realization dawns as the rain holds
Yesterday's dreams and today's making of them
A seagull cries in the distance, outside the window, first one I heard today
Not anything but a moment in time, unhibited, and lost forever
I know you're here with me as I sing, sitting on a rock
Letting your arms go around me
Oh the ecstasy it brings, knowing you're with me
Verbatim touch and soft words
Every moment you're with me, my love for you rises,
Your kisses teach me
Our emotions rule over anything
Underworlds will fail, as long as I am with you...

[Magic_Midget]

Don't bother with teachers and your writing a complete waste of time.

[Mr_007]

Happy happy happy!
world is happy!

[izchan]

Raven, if you were in my lit class and that comment, well ... I would not really encourage it. The teachers in my school does not really encourage free thinking or expressing beyond a certain accepted boundary. Yet I like your answer, though a little too graphical ... too many maybe's ... ...

And I think I even agree with you on that topic that authors seldom write with a purpose. Usually the meaning comes later when it is all done, more often than not, the authors dont even know how a story will end until they end it themselves.

I think it applies to most of my poems as well, I don't draft my title until I finished the whole poem and then touch up the wordings later on. The whole thing could start because of a word I heard or a thought I had. But that is most often the case.

Now the sequels to a story will usually have a topic to it, and that is why most of the novels today sound so draggy. A famous author once wrote this, "The only reason I have 4 books to a story is because that is how many words I need to finish it, I did not plan to have 4 books."

A good story teller tells with the end in mind. A natural story teller tells with the story in mind. There are subtle differences in it, but it is enough to make a huge difference to the readers.

: Nature

When one write,
one write with his soul,
and not with his mind.

When one sings,
one sings with their life,
and not with their voice.

thus is how a story told
thus is how life unfolds

A short poem, but true to its words.

enjoy.

[White Raven]

I know the piece was long and arduous, but I was pissed at having so many bloody questions to answer. They're all basically the same, just phrased a different way, so I decided to blow them away with a long, paragraphical answer. I wouldn't call it a 'waste of time' though, Arcane, but you are definitely entitled to your opinion of my work. ^_^

[Magic_Midget]

no not that way WR...your writings are awesome and that trying to show them to a teacher is a waste of time. I apologize if I was too drunk to add extra words or a comma in that last post

[White Raven]

Oh, hehe ^_^. I understand now. Thanks, I took it the wrong way.

[Magic_Midget]

Going Under by Lee

There was no other way around,
My life ended up spiraling down,
Until at the last moment, I hit the ground,
Six feet under, fading away without sound.

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Stuck in an unescapable rut,
An empty feeling arose in my gut,
The two sides of my head, splitting apart,
Seething blood like a torn vessel in my heart.

My youthful essence I once kept, now sold,
To death taketh thee, feeling so grim and cold,
Stormclouds brewing, lightning crackles,
It's coming, nowhere to go, I'm bound in shackles.

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Six feet under I now lay,
Thinking of past regrets of yesterday,
My blank stare, an aurora of sorrow
Inside my coffin with no more tomorrows.

[izchan]

If that last three paragrahs were your work of drunkeness, then I think someone in the liquor industry should sign you on as their spokeperson ... ... IT IS AWESOME ... love the whole story telling method. here is a suggestion for your title. .. ... <SIX FEET UNDER> ...

Totally awesome.

[Magic_Midget]

thanks..but already have a poem titled six feet under...

does 'Digging My Own Grave' any better?

[Jedi Gemstone]

Just when ya thought you was safe .....
I'm back again, with more dark writings. Typical of me really. Ought to try writing different types but oh well.
Great poems guys keep em coming its nice to come back here and have some really good pieces of work to read.
WR ignore teachers, they're all prats really, in english at the mo (I'm year 10) my english teacher is balbbing on about media (its nap time for me literally). Anyway....going back to poems I havent finished any new poem just yet I'm working on one. This is what I've got so far.

I dont want to hurt you
I didn't mean to cry
I didn't mean to cut my wrist
Or wish that I would die

A rampant chaos in my head
Its reality
Fates sunk in
I sit alone feeling the wood against my back
I hold my head in my hands
As warm tears of bitterness wash my face

A stainless steel blade lies sprawled on the floor
It wont need to taste my blood no more
I've tried and tried
My skin wont budge
I stand up to prove my dominance to this metal thing
As its lies lifeless by my feet

well I wish you all the best, I've gotta go I'll post the poem once its finished.
Keep the good work up guys.

[Magic_Midget]

like the last stanza of that one..kick ass!! cant wait to see the rest Jedi!

~Lee

[White Raven]

Paragraph I had to Write:

To describe the fluidity of a horse in motion is to attempt to harness the universe in several words. Words in themselves are made for expression, yet in most cases they are incompetent at expressing the whole idea. The shining of the short coat of fur as the muscles ripple beneath supple skin, the sun soaring high above in the evening, like a lion's mane painted across the sky in many colours, it is almost the very essence of complexity inside the box of the human mind. The flying of the horse's black mane, like so many blades of fathomously twisting grass, and the pounding of the silver hooves tearing up the distance, it causes the mind to spread wings and soar along with that horse, hoping to be free. Challenging the eagle in its flight of supremacy, the horse seems to glide, but is confined to the earth just as humans are. From simply looking at one running, it is almost impossible to distinguish reality as such. Discerning a metaphor of flowing water from that of a horse's long, freelance gait is a difficult task indeed, for the grace and beauty contained within near a thousand pounds of animal, racing along the field in the endless summer sky, reduces the concentrated mind to mere cinders.

I know it's not a poem, but I liked it.

Feathers in a black sky
Voices of the unknown
Shattered imagery lying about
On a stone floor
I pick it up and look inside
It shows nothing but black
My hand, it slips and the glass edge cuts
But do I bleed?
Is this real?
Is this nothing but a fabricated dream
Strands endlessly woven and such
Playing into my mind
If it's real, should this hurt?
What if reality is without pain...
What if this is a dream?
A raven's cry in the purple night
I can hear so clearly
The wings shuffle and unfurl
And fly away, fly away
A drop of red life runs down the glass
And makes a spot at my feet.

[izchan]

Now that is what I call ARTICULATE!!!! ...
Raven Dear ... awesome. A man can fall in love just by reading your poems ...

Arcane ... [digging my own grave] sounds ok, how about just [grave]?

Here is my two cents.

: The other side of love

By tilting the horizon a little
just so that my heart will balance
between my fondness of you
from overmelming my entire being
wishing that your hands upon my skin
slowly circumventing my rational thinking
you are like a plague among my thougths
eating up all my senses
for which there is no cure
a part from a kiss by your lips

oh what torture it is to love thee
what a worm I have become
spineless in your presence
why must it be so
why must I always be at your mercy
do I love pain so much?
that I willing go through fire
that I swim in agony
just so that I can see you smile again?

Nothing hold as much pain
then not having your eyes upon me
I am lost
lost to your magic
that which has captured my soul
I will always love you
untill the day that hell snows

Too much romance novels can cause severe love trauma ..

Enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

Superb verse izchan and White Raven!! Keep it up!

Life has got me down lately, I'm slowing down my writing for reasons unknown. I managed to squeeze this out of pure emotion and thought, but its a bit rocky in the beginning. Hope you like!
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Rainclouds Over Me by Lee

Today was just another day,
Even though, twas' different,
Felt something inside me,
Packed its bags and went away.

The light was still strong,
I thought it still had hope
When I was down,
My conceived notions were wrong.

I could smell the advent of rain,
Drizzling from the dirt sky,
It's wetness on my skin,
Standing, underneath I felt my pain.

Pain or sorrow,
Now is what I have left,
Since the happiness in me died,
There are no yesterdays,
Only tomorrows.

[izchan]

Lee, you are good.

nothing from me, but this little verse.

: War

Be gone you devil
fly away to your land
lay no hands on our woman
kiss not our childrens cheeks
do not say things to confuse us
you are no friend
your words like venom
your promises like drugs
stealing away our future
poinsoning our dreams
take your virtues somewhere else
and leave us savages be
for we are happy

Thanks for your time.
enjoy.

[White Raven]

i command the drones

The children of the mother
They flock beneath me
They're taller than me and black as night
Their heads phallic with long fangs
Instruments of death, they are the perfect weapon
And they obey me
I raise a hand, and they raise their claws
Six fingered, black and bony
They hiss in an ecstatic frenzy
I am no longer their slave
I shall not bear their lethal children
I have surpassed their equal
I am their leader
I command the drones
Their fates rest in my hands
The fates of these acid-blooded killers
These parasitic monsters
These beautiful wingless demons of death
Oh the havoc I could wreak
By just unleashing one;
But I have millions of the Mother's Children
And the very Mother herself...
Raise up to victory, fall to stand
Rise up to the ones who torment you
You are under my command
And with this twisted gleeful laugh
I show you my respect...

Subtlieties

After two souls have joined to one
Climbed to the top and seen the gates of ecstasy
One soul mine, the other yours
The dragon and the phoenix curled about each other
In a sort of yin-yang dance of souls
Fulfillment, completeness, joining of halves
Brought us both to the top...
It was strange, as I
Looked into your eyes
And saw you were getting there, too
As if in unison we closed our eyes from ecstasy,
Our souls seduced by pleasure
We wandered the skies hand in hand
And came floating back down together
All in the space of just a few seconds
When I called nothing but your name
And you called nought but mine
My body supporting your rythmic movements
Erotic soft flesh and beautiful lips
My hands can't help but caress you
Beautiful soul, let's unfold,
And have our secrets taught together...

[Magic_Midget]

I loved the Command of the Drones. that one rocked..i can just picture it happening...| Have been on a poetic writing spree using pen and pad. Wrote over 30 poems in a period of 2 days. Still have a lot of ideas going.
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Two's A Tragedy by Lee

The girl of my dreams,
She was my one true love,
Warmed laughter, sweet kisses,
Soaring above the clouds like doves.

.....or so I thought......

It was a rainy dismal day,
A knock on the door revealed her face,
Grim and cold, like death took her away,
Any sign of love; shattered grace.

She came in, tracking blood in,
Her hands clammy and wet,
There was nothing in her within,
Not a soul present, I bet.

I went to the kitchen,
She slowly followed,
Noticing an evil grin,
Glint of silver came down,
And next thing I know
I was on the ground.

Dizziness sank as she tore through me,
She later turned it on herself, I watched in agony,
She uttered her last words, "I love you",
And I just said, "I love you too".

We still fly together, like two white doves,
Above clouds and traveling, true loves,
Spirits floating around memories,
Love that circles two tragedies.

[Magic_Midget]

DreamCatchers by Lee

Look into the eyes that we perceiveth
The dreams and memories they receiveth,
Concoctions of wondrous landscapes, earth, water, sky,
That makes a dreamcatcher happily cry.

Whether it be out of this world or reality,
Like a fantasy painted surrealistically,
Conveying his emotions like a soliloquy,
Of his sorrow echoing woefully.

When times are bad, dreamcatchers may perish,
Disturbing dreams that are traumatic and nightmarish.
Or we get rushed into a sadistic euphoria,
Lustful thoughts of sex and pure phantasmagoria.

We have our belated jubilations,
Conquering mind's infestations,
A wanderer in dreams,
Living within life's timestream.

[izchan]

Among being one of the best poets on this thread, I would like to Congragulate Raven on giving one of her best works yet, in [I Command the Drones] ... spectacular work.

As for you lee, post all 30 of them ... ... don't keep it on a pad.

Talk to you guys later.

[Magic_Midget]

One a day, tend to keep it that way...
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Android by Lee (inspired by Raven)

Driven with lies, then fed with fear,
My eyes having run dry, shed no tear,
Tucked away for the time being; alone,
Brought back to life when ordered; like a drone.

My engine pumps hot oil,
Cylinders within make it boil,
As cold hard steel protect's its outside,
This tired heart glows fiercely inside.

Made to handle inhuman tasks,
If I don't followed, I get lashed,
I'm his tinkering new toy,
Just another soulless android.

[izchan]

Enjoy.

: Stick in the mind

What if it all ended now?
What if it did not matter?
What if death is just the end?
What if life is just a sham?
What if I am an illusion?
What if I am just someones dream?
What if this is just insanity?

One day everything was perfect
and the next shits hit the fan
Lost in the sea of doubt
no bearing to north and south
Ever longing for an answer
The what if's in life and death
Its quite absurd really
why should anything have any meaning
the world goes on
and time flows by
humans just insignificant beings
pulled by the waves of chaos
at the very end
we come back to the very beginning

Wrote this at the train ride to work.
crazy shit.

hope you guys enjoy.

[White Raven]

^_^ Thanks guys, I'm glad you liked that poem. Hey, I inspired you! I'm very flattered! ^_^

Why do I sit here
Endure this torture daily
I listen to your words
You try to tell me something
But pause at every phrase
Asking me what it means
Continue! I am listening!
I am hearkening to your words
But when you pause so fervently
I cannot understand
Why must I explain to you
Everything
I wish you would just teach me
Like you are supposed to.
But I am forced
To sit here
In this box
It's like being in Hades for an hour
Ask me what the point is, sure
But don't ask me the definition
Of every word larger than five letters
Please
I'm not that stupid
Let me out
Let me out
I can't stand being in here
I'm repressed
I'm oppressed
I'm depressed.
Just let me leave
A minute crawls so slowly
It is a black, bat-winged horse
Laughing at me from across the room
Curse you...

This was written about English class, I can't stand that bloody class, nobody understands that I want something more challenging. I ask for the drumstick of chicken, and they pass me Gerber's baby food.

[lil vixen]

I have been writing a short story, I need someone's opinion on this so far. so please be brutally honest and let me know what you think...
It is not done yet this is maybe 1/2 thanks........

She glanced out across the ocean, looking eastward t'ward her love.
As she stared, with sightless eyes, the moon rose slowly in the darkening night. Millions of tiny holes, penetrated the blackening skies,
she wondered where he was right now, and tears welled up up inside her. Being too strong, too proud to let them flow, she held them back,
each one making her heart grow ever harder.
"He left me," she whispered softly onto the wandering night breeze, the sounds of the city behind were engulfed in that one, ever so seemingly loud sentence.
She remembered the past weeks, and the times they had spent, the fun, the total pleasure of their bodies being in contact. She remembered only too well the pleasure she had experienced,
as for the first time in her life, she had learned to make love.
"Nobody could take his place," she thought mournfully, "from now on, I will remain alone."
She sat there in silence till the sun started rising again, thinking and remembering him.
She realized she had tears running down her face, and the brisk breeze gave her a chill.
She got in her car and sat there for a minute thinking of how he use to feel and smell when he was around. She got a chill that came over her and then this blast of heat rose up from deep inside her. Her face went flush and she took a deep breathe as if to shake it away.
She drove home in silence not even the radio on. She just wanted to get home and crawl in her bed and sleep away the memories that seem to fill her every movement. She was trying to run away from the things he did to her before he left her. The way he made her feel and the last words he had said to her.
She finally arrived home, not a moment to soon as the tears began to fall again. She hurried into her house and ran to the bathroom, stripping off her sea-soaked clothes she jumped in the shower and scrunched down letting the hot spray wash over her body the way a waterfall glides down a mountain.
She finally just sank down till she was sitting and leaning against the tubwalls. the cold empty feeling rising up in her again. She was miserable, she couldn't figure out why he would just up and leave her after confessing his love to her.
She had remembered the night he left, she had him over to her house for a romantic night with dinner and a movie. She had planned everything perfect for them. She had been so excited all that day just waiting for her Love to come to her. To make her feel special and wanted.
Well, she thought to herself, He made me feel special alright and she gasped as she felt a cold breeze come across her which made her nipples hard.
She just couldn't take this anymore the feeling of lonliness after all the time they had spent together and then * bam * he was like a ghost that did not exist at all to her. She thought again back to the lastnight she had seen him, nothing made sence to her. They were doing fine, no fights or arguments. The night went perfect just as she had planned, they had dinner and cleaned up the kitchen together just as they always did.
They snuggled and watched the movie he brought over and then retired into her bedroom.
Everything was perfect in her mind, no matter how many times she analyzed this. Nothing was wrong, he never once said or did anything out of the ordinary, In the 6 months they had been together, He was always very loving and caring to her.
That night they had made love more passionate then ever. He had done things to her she never had happen before. He was so easy and considerate of her. Thinking about it now, she began to feel herself getting weak in the knees, God she thought how could this happen after all the pain she felt inside her, how could she still long for him, want him as much as she does.
In the back of her mind she heard his voice, whispering " I love you baby, always."
As she heard this the tears began to fall again, and she felt this sudden rush of heat again. It rose up inside her. The water became hot and the bathroom steamy, as if someone turned on the hot water full blast. She blinked her eyes as if in disbelief. How could this be happening she thought. " What is going on with me", she whispered into the air.
The bathroom was all steamy and hazy from the water. She swore she saw a figure in the shadows, she decided she was tired and in much need of sleep since she had not slept in 3 weeks since he left her.
She attempted to get out of the tub, but her legs were heavy and she felt lightheaded. The effect from the steam and the hotwater had over-powered her. She stood on weak legs and almost lost her balance when she felt someone or something steady her. She started shaking, as she did not know what was going on.
She managed to get out of the tub and in a daze she ended up in her bed, soaked and naked she fell sleep. In the middle of night she had awoken, to strange sounds coming from her room. She tried to turn on the lights but they would not light. She could barely see in front of her, there was a very faint glow illumitating from the outside street lights and the moon's glow.
In the distance she heard her name being called faintly, she was in a state of shock because it was his voice. She kept hearing " Alexandria ". It was getting closer, and more distinct. She was shaking each time she heard the breathy voice call out to her. The voice, his voice, sounded so sad, like something was wrong with him. Like he needed her but could not get there.
It has to be a dream she thought, as the tears rolled down her face. How could he need her when he left her so suddenly, so unexplained, when things were so perfect. She started to remember their lastnight together, How he looked, how he felt and it was more then she could take.
She tried to climb out of bed to get away from the voice, but she couldn't, she was drawn to it. She needed him to come back to her. She was addicted to him and hated him for hurting her. For making her feel used, and worthless once again. She hated the way she felt, like she was losing herself in the dreams that she had of him, Of the way things were before that fateful night.
She laid down, pulled the blankets over her head and closed her eyes tight, with hopes of shutting out the voice. She started to drift off to sleep again. Very restless she was, fighting the voices, the feelings she had. She tossed and turned until the morning.
The morning came way to quick for her, she looked out the window with her eyes half open, she could see it was a dreary, rainy day. She sighed as she pulled herself from the bed.
When she looked back at it, she realized she had fought in her sleep as the blankets were in a shamble.
She forced herself to go take a shower, she needed one but after last nights occurances in the bathroom, she was now frightened of being in there.
She quickly showered and got herself out of the bathroom in record time, with hopes she didn't hear the voice or see the figure she had seen the night before.
Every time she heard a noise she jumped, and this was wearing on her quickly.
She dressed fast and left her house as soon as she could. She got in her car and drove. it was the only place she felt at peace.
She drove around with no where in mind to go, so she ended up at the beach again. She parked her car and got out and started walking as she always did to find peace. This was where she could try and put things into perspective, the actions of him. She needs to understand, to get over it so could attempt to be happy once again.
As she walked on the beach the overwhelming feeling of being watched came over her. She looked around but didn't see anyone, suddenely this brisk freezing breeze floated over her. She got chills and feeling of loss and started to cry all over again.
How she hated this, the unknowing feelings around her, Was she losing her mind?
She walked on further till she just couldn't get away from the breeze anymore, she sat down out of weariness and put her head in her hands. She was calling out to him, " Why. oh why did you leave me like this?"
All of a sudden the breeze stopped, this warm feeling came over her as if someone wrapped her in up their arms. She snuggled into it, and heard her name once again. The voice was so loving and caring. It was so familier. It was his voice, she was sure of it now.
She semi-smiled as she heard the voice that was calming to her all these months and then a pang of pain hit her as she remembered that he was gone from her life.
She listened carefully to the voice calling to her heart and soul, she heard not the same reassuring voice, but something sad and painful, as he called out " Alexandria."
In return she quietly and painfully said his name for the first time since he left her, "Allen.."
That was the hardest thing she ever did. To actually speak his name out in the open, it tore her heart out. The last time she had spoke his name was the night he left her house, She had said, " Allen, I love you with all my heart and soul."
That was the last thing she had ever said to him.
As she sat there, she felt as if someone were watching her every movement again, this feeling was beginning to make her lose control. She felt as if she was going mad. She couldn't take it anymore.
Breifly, she thought maybe I would be better off dead, then alone and miserable.
As she thought that she heard someone scream out from the parking lot. She got up to look but the time she got there the lot was empty.
She noticed some sort of paper on her window, she walked over to her car and seen it was a newspaper dated 1 week ago.
She was confused, who would put a week old newspaper on her car, even more puzzled she looked at the name of the paper.
It was a paper from awhole other state. It was a paper from Washington State. She lived in Florida.
This was so confusing to her....
She glanced over the front page, nothing really struck out at her, She seen the usual news stories you would see on a newspaper. She finally reached the bottom and it hit her like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper.
She was seeing stars, her head was spinning and the last thing she remembered was pure blackness.
Gripping the paper against her chest, she passed out cold on the road.

[izchan]

Hello vixen, It has been some time. ..
Eventually, I think I will start that thread on short stories soon.

let me search my files for something that I can really post.

Your story has a simple theme, so it is not complicated to understand, but personally I find that it drags out too much, the same kind of feelings are iterated too often.

Her pain and confusion is important, maybe you can find another way of articulating it, some more subtle, maybe.

If I got your story flow proper, it would be something like this,
1. Man left woman without reason.
2. Woman feels lost and betrayed (A little anger)
3. Woman contemplating feelings but still cling to hope
4. Strange thigns starts happening, 2 - 3 months down the road.
- Silence wispers in wind.
- Lucky saves during accidents
- miracles that protects her life
5. And end to her torment (an answer to all her pain)
6. Understanding and accepting the truth, starts to believe again.

If I got the story flow wrong, I apologize first hand.
But that is what I felt when I read it, and basically that is how I would end it myself.

Let us know what you are going to do to end it ok?

here is today's poem

: Immortals

I found you one summer day
sitting on that greyish bench
painting the park as if it was May
seeing things which no man saw
a poet with colours
nothing which words can come near

You saw me and smiled
asked me if I thought he was senile
to see the illusion of the world
and embrace the truth that will come
You laughed your care free laugh
and carried on
painting the green leaves where there were none

that was the last time I saw you
months pass and I forget
untill that one spring day
I saw your picture on the paper saying
"with love to Micheal, forever young
taken too early from our farm
a painter, an artist lost to us all
seeing spring time when there was none
July 1976 - Feb 2003"

[Avion]

A flower against the wind

Hours pass by the flowers
Fairies creeping along, tip toeing across the pond
A glare of fallen leaves, flow with the wind


She laid apon the path
Splashing her hands in the water
Her eyes sad and cold flirting with her quite thoughts

Widows in the peeking sun
Daggers rising to the whispers

The Silence in my eyes
Was the voice in my head ready to rise

My mind want’s to cease this mistress that stares in a drift
Where was the comfort that stayed lost in a field of passion floating in the sky
Measuring the urge to stay alive in your eyes
Until the day I was for ever dried in drought from your whispering hands touching my face

Where did the days go where my mind went numb with amazement over you
Where I wanted to separate myself from this world just to see you, just to breathe with you
Where my one passion in life was just to be with you

I need you now more then ever
You’re my friend
You’re my home
You’re my dream

People say you aren’t for me
People say you aren’t real
Don’t worry, I’ll keep you alive
Just please don’t die

I think I hear you….
I think I hear you dieing
I’m sorry, I’m trying not to wake up
No, no, please don’t leave
I need you, I love you
I think I see you…
I think I see you fading away

Night searches the sky
A body of flourishing Eros
Clocks ticking
Her eyes, nowhere to hide
Tears savoring the falling rain
A breeze by my ear
Dark loathing of offspring hallucinogen
Liquid drowsing of pain and fear
Psychotropic aftermath
He hesitates to breathe
A claustrophobic wave of hands running down my eyes
Grasping a shifting in my breathe, a shifting of pain at rest
She always completed me, It was just my calls of distress
That made her lay to rest

A shame in the heart
for saw the twirling light blaze through the clouds
A shame in the heart
Foretold the death of inner sight
Shame in the heart
Found me in a walking stroke of inner fear

A mist glazed across my ears
Pasting my stance into my fears
I am folding under my own dreams
My own illusions
To have just one more chance
To tell her
“my fuse is damaged, entranced
my eyes are in anguish, my sight fractured
your absence keeps me shallow and confused
your absence keeps me hidden from my own fuse
your presence keeps me in pain, keeps me crying with a lust for you
dead inside, the dream, my sadness, I made it just for you
because it’s all I remember of you and me
whisper me to sleep
I need you inside, follow, into the inner deep"



You may have to read it a few times
and slowly too. Read it with patience.
I had to before I actually remembered what I was trying to say

[izchan]

Knight, I have read it 3 times, very slowly, and the only thought that came to me was that which a day has gone by, and the night comes to an end, where everything begins anew.

You have to enlighten me on this one.

[lil vixen]

Thanks izchan =]
and Yes, it has been along time, it is good to be back , have a great day.

[White Raven]

Wow Theodis, you never cease to amaze me. Beautiful work... Such sorrow... I can relate to that feeling...

Quicksand

I can't find the language to speak
The sand is closing in around me
Soon my fingertips will just be above the sea of it
Fear and confusion envelop my soul
I cry for deliverance
Change me from frightened to strong
I can't cry out the words
I want to tell you but I am inhibited
A prisoner in the wide cell of my mind
What a frightening place that can be
Full of doubt and choices
Blackened predictions in a swirling node of chaos
I'm sinking
I'm sinking please help me
The words come to my lips but weak as they are
For I cannot call to you
Running through the obscene
Tearing through the dirty
Where are you?
I've lost you
You aren't the same...

[Jedi Gemstone]

Great poems guys.
I've got some in the making but they need to be worked on seeing as most of them were writing in a rush before I went to school. So I'll post one or two of them later.
Everyone keep the good work up.

[Avion]

Filling the empty

Empty hands was what it was all about
Contagious failure
A heart in an under minded trance
An empty hears tied to a horse not yet drawn
Compassionate follower
A marvelous saunter onto a day that opened against the wind
Devouring glares from faceless thoughts
Courageous fathering
Empty hands was what it was all about
Empty hands can’t hurt you….

[Avion]

Carving the wind

In the sky you’ll see
A river unearthed by thee
A loathing thirst by me
To the holding arms
Did sun’s light first quench
Dreaded molds flourished beneath sorrow’s sword of mirth
Craving the end of a mans wounded birth

A narrow passage for the craftsmanship of treasured thoughts
The sores in the sleep, the nightmares in heat
Was cured by the greed of heartfilled sculptures
To cast the markings of the untouched figure inside
Keeping their need first
The object of completion was the figure of unwanted sight
To the sculpture comes no right
No thought
But of the artists wants and needs of furnished light

In a land where the grass rusts and the trees rise tall
Comes a boy meant to fall
Dirt covers his mind
He’s blind
Inside the day he sees forward
The walls holding him in place
He knows he’s not there for him to plea in despair
He’s there to justify the sculptures’ right to share

[Tavernology]

Very good, ppl. I will get around to posting something here eventually, really I will...

[DragonSon]

Damn, I've missed a lot. Once I get over my sever case of writer's block, I'll post some more. But, yeah, I'm back.

[White Raven]

Fleet of Foot

Don't you take him away from me
With glassy eyes and faint expressions
I searched for so long, don't you take him away
I waited forever
Endured so much pain
Don't go away
You're leaving me here by taking him away
It's not fair, my life is encompassed
Within a one eyed angel
Fold a paper lotus
So others seem to scoff at me
One, two, three folds
They say that I mention it too much
Four, five, six folds
Why should I not speak that I am happy?
Seven, eight, nine folds
You who should be protecting him
Take your hands off him
He isn't a toy
You'll break him
Like the dog who shakes the chased-down cat
Snapping its spine
And tossing its weather beaten body to the earth
So that the wind may ruffle its fur
A once pretty thing, dead
So don't control him leave him alone
I know he's strong but I don't think he can hold on forever
Don't tear him from me...
Eleven folds.
A paper lotus rests in my hand
And in a balcony over the sea
I blow it away, cast it from me
Fly away and fulfill my dream, paper flower
It will all be okay someday...

[Pixelcraft]

Wow.....that makes me think of a probable cause of the death of some of my cats that ran away and didn't come back Very good poem WR.

btw I talked to a friend of yours a couple days ago; she said she knew you from poetry.com so I thought I'd check that site out