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[Lower life]

Impromptu poetry?

how can one describe

find the words to combine

twist these letters to a vibe

make a sentience to abide

 

dance a groove to a rime

have a boob bounce in time

leave a room with the wine

travel through, forth with style

 

navigating seas true for miles

jumping up for the smiles

having victims for the piles

making wars for a wile

 

i can make more, don't want to

[Angelo.]

when i hear your cries i wish i could fly to your side at the speed of sound,

looking up at the sky your face is in the clouds telling me to get moving

but how how long do i have to climb up on the side of this mountain 

of mine, where to go when its dark, how do i find my way to you?

please sing, let your voice sound, transcend to my soul at the speed of light

guide me to where our love began

[「黑風影」]

Was in a pretty odd mood so I wrote this. This is probably not very poetic, but nontheless.

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This is a story about a man who walks aimlessly in search for a confirmation

in a world too far to vast and desolate

Are you viewing the land or are you nothing more than sand?

 

His search came when he came across an oasis

in the middle of the oasis there lies a monk

Are you here to seek answers or has the path lead you here for questions?

 

The man eagerly approached the monk and confining the burdens within his heart

The monk only nodded his head and listen, then gave him a ceramic container and said

"What you seek lies within this hollow container. As your journey onwards you will meet many new experience... animals, plants, people and things.... the container will gradually be filled over time. However the content will only be revealed for those who've earned it."

After said that, the monk did not respond to any further inquiries.

Have you quench your parched throat or have you filled your heart to the brim? 

 

The perplexed man accepted the ceramic container and left onwards towards his journey.

How does one gain acceptance? How does one fill this container?

Thoughts grew at the back of his mind but only time will tell the truth.

True to those words spoken by the monk, the man on his journey found more than just empty land.

Through constantt watching and learning from his surroundings, he has grown to be quite capable.

 

The more abilities he had learn of others, the more heavier the container felt.

He felt that this was a sign to confirmation through his abilities he had copied

Yet at the back fo his mind, a voice would ask

Can you call these abilities your own?

If they were not then can you really call whats inside the container your own?

Fear of this answer, it began to weigh on his mind.

The moon and sun rose and fell, years went by but the container would not open.

Even till death, the man had not found his answer.

 

The answer was that there was nothing more than what had begun in the first place.

Was the man unworthy? Was placing his entire life on this box worth it?

Did the monk lie to him? or Was the monk trying to tell him something else?

......

That is up for open interpretation.

I gotta sleep, head fuzzy.

Edited by 「黑風影」, 30 June 2014 - 08:59 AM.

[~BeanBun~]

Don't want to go back
hangover by the past
Dominating my future
My imagination should be illegal

Edited by Spicy~, 01 July 2014 - 06:20 PM.

[Ravenous Raven]

Tick tock

The clock strikes twelve

why the hell

am I still awake?

[Ravenous Raven]

The last time I checked

what's mine was mine

look at what you've wrecked

the objects design

is so far gone

from what once was fine

though you say I'm wrong

you claim it's more sublime

but how do you know

what my insides once looked like?

Broken feelings are all I can show

of my once beautiful psych

[Viscoun]

"Softer," says the earth

As the wind gently caresses

Its endless folds, dips, crests, troughs

Reaching, sliding into every entry

The young grass streaming through its dainty fingertips

An old tree, shaking at the insolence

As the budding flowers play, dandelions

Free in the air, darting, dancing

Sunflowers bubbling with every touch

Of that great orb in the sky

High above all wind, above all things

So hot, yet just before all is melted, that great mother

That all-encompassing wind

Breathes, "Come, child," and once again

The fresh breeze on your rosy lips

Is no illusion, and is real once more.

 

What it would take to take such beauty

Within your hand

And crush it.

 

He whom they call man

For his own needs, his own arrogance

In the surety of his own intelligence

Nature's party he does disband

And when control is assured, they turn

Upon their own kin, leaving the world to watch

Static, horrified, paralyzed, an eternal observer.

And that last blast, that last spell

Is cast under a sea of grey, crashing clouds, and the earth

Is forever lost.

 

The broiling lava, the angry ocean

The jagged rock, the desolate landscape

The spires of steel, reflecting a sunlight

Filtered through a deadened sky.

 

And they who watch are released from their shackles

To do their work, once again free

But what the fruits of their soundless labor bring

Only those without eyes shall come to see.

Only those without ears shall listen

To the shining petals glisten

Under a false heaven, bearing truth

As the sun returns to bless the land

The life which Earth's green does demand

Powerful, yet heeding the call to soothe

And bely their powers

Shielding their might from all their young

Nature, Earth's warriors unsung.

[dame_bluebell]

boring day, boring night.
wakey wakey
pillow fight!

 

~ well its more closer to a haiku..

[Nepenthe]

Phrases that popped into my mind weren't enough to make into a whole long poem, but I feel like I have to write them somewhere before I lose them.

 

It rained like the Lord above was weeping

for all the lost souls.

Steam rose

from the sun-baked asphalt

and

rose up to heaven.

[Flicker]

copy-pasting (with a minor edit) something I wrote in Random Thoughts in reaction to a certain thread in this subforum.

 

 

In "Endless Haiku"

I think no one understands

how to write haiku ...

 

 

I just rhymed haiku with haiku.

 

----

 

and completely non-serious >>

 

Oh my, such is life,

I think I'm such a poet,

Potato for life.

 

 

I just rhymed life with life. Hell yes.

Edited by MakaMaka, 11 September 2014 - 12:43 AM.

[Angelo.]

hate me or love me

im here to stay

in your dreams

your mind, driving 

your heart insane,

im apart of your soul

everytime you smile

 its gazed upon me 

such is my charming 

spell which has this world 

caught in my ninjutsu. 

[Angelo.]

does sadness go down the drain 

or does it build up inside you 

why does every tears feel like a

stab to the heart yet my face is 

so hollow, like death, still i gaze

 far into the distance clinging to something 

wishing  to go to the other side   

even a hollow person has emotions 

were just caught an endless hell 

searching for a pair of wings, i'll  

stop being a ghost, find all

the pieces of my soul 

find out whether its alright 

to be happy, to be free

Edited by Haru~, 01 December 2014 - 05:51 AM.

[Nepenthe]

My young self spent days

basking in endless sunshine.

Accompanied by tall-standing trees,

grass bright with dew,

rows of bushes that became hidden worlds.

My trusty companion,

the wooden swing,

that let me fly.

The stick that was my sword.

Dark earth between my toes,

blue skies filling my lungs.

I remember light and air and freedom

and laughter and warmth.

 

Once I became older,

I lived in the night.

The stillness that blanketed dark rooms,

the silence that stretched on through the hours.

It was a new experience,

I told myself.

A new part of life to see.

Surely this is as natural

as the day fades.

I kept to myself, alone,

and strangely sad,

until finally I slept.

 

Day to night,

night to day.

Dawn,

when the world is made anew,

and everything is beheld in wonder.

Twilight,

when the world fades to gray,

and all is beheld in sorrow.

Because the night does come.

[Ravenous Raven]

Shields down

Armour gone

Heart exposed

 

 

...It hurts

[Zero King]

it's been a long time coming

my shields are breaking down

exposing all the inner sides of me

am I losing my sanity?

or have I re-entered society?

wheres the do or die menatilty?
My whole fabric of being

is unraveling

feels like my soul has returned

after a thousand miles of traveling

Yet cant fully believe in the hope thats inside of me

fear rattles me

will it leave me once again?

in the end all i'm left with is belief

that theres another side of me

I have yet to discover

A hero who strives to accomplish everything

till the angels start to sing

even then hope is the key

for a new me to form

changing my reality

improving my mentality

regaining my sanity

threading my new self until i love myself

when my heart is no longer exposed

but open

[Nepenthe]

Sleep which is so sweet,

I find myself hiding from.

Like a lover I can't show,

a relationship that can't be known.

I'm in too deep.

Dizzying kisses stolen

in dark rooms,

and as I find myself alone

free to fling myself into its warm embrace.

In a chair,

on the couch,

on my bed

(but not at night,

and not for long)--

I fall so quickly into the realm of dreams.

Not now, sleep, 

not now. 

I've become so desperate,

what would others think to see me so lost?

Not now, sleep.

But I promise there will come a day

when no longer will any come between us.

And we'll be together then,

together until the

universe quietly fades away.

[DemonHide]

I'm sad about stuff,

I've had enuff.

Gonna write in my journal,

About all of my hurdles.

That really did help,

Write a review on Yelp,

5 stars for misery,

And the menu? No kelp.

Seaweed in sushi,

Give me raw fish,

Blue-fin sashimi,

An endangered dish.

I'm hungry, let's eat,

Come on, my treat.

Enough beer for four,

I'm not sad anymore!

[Red Ranger]

What happens when I'm bored.

 

If winter snow is warm

I must be cold;

The road stretches, 

Life blooms,

Spring waits in my mind.

Edited by Red Ranger, 15 January 2015 - 03:26 AM.

[You]

Lead smudged hand
Crumpled worn out
Paper
This tea is kinda bland

[Rebel]

I wrote this long time ago. wasn't good at English back then though.

theme inspired by the song "Blue" from Cowboy Bebop. 

 

Dream

So far, so alone, so tired 
I’m lying here, resting... 
So in vain and so useless 
Every time I try walking... 

So blue, so wide but so cold 
The sky I’m seeing… 
So emotional, so senseless 
These kind of moments... 

I thought it's the last 
So I tried my best smiling 
How comfortable! Yet, how funny! 
I was just dreaming...