The Poetry Thread

[Nyarlathotep]

Journey to Forever
9-16-2003

I made a wish on a feather today
Hoping it would be carried on the winds
A dream to reunite with you, my love
Fairy tale ending for the wounded twins
Prince Charming, your castle is too high in the clouds
And your poisoned princess is lost in the forest
Soulmates separated by fifteen years
Parallel lives never intersecting
In the Year of the Sheep, the Dragon reigns
Earth and fire, water and wood, incompatible
Does Sirius shine brighter in the desert sky?
You know I would miss the fluffy snow
The child within you seeks peace of mind
So sever the cord that connects me to him
I’ll cry myself an ocean to drown in
Or swim in Sulis’ healing waters
Meet me at the gates of eternity
When my last breath escapes me
Until then, transform your pain into poetry
Let your words inspire and comfort us all
I promise to do the same

[alienation]

Descending Darkness,
the pleasant familiar chill,
filling up my soul.

[Halo]

Reflections

As she looks in the mirror
do you know what she sees?
A very tainted picture
of things she didn't want to be.

She sees an ugly person
with a thousand tears upon her cheek.
A lonely, lost little girl
who lives in a world gone bleak.

She sees scars upon scars
both inside and out.
Horrid dreams of reality,
of what life can be about.

She see blood that's not there
on her wrists and her head.
She sees what other don't see,
scars that weep a crimson red.

She sees everything she doesn't want to see,
to her she thinks it is always there.
To others they see just a normal girl,
and they say..so pretty, so slim and so fair.

They don't see the bloodied pages
of a horror tale.
Or the the times begging no,
as the monster prevailed.

She sees a worthless little girl
whos hopes and dreams died.
She sees the months and years
of the tears she has cried.

She see those nights over and over,
the nights she screamed and pleaded.
Yet always the monster
took what he needed.

She sees all the things no one else sees,
that lost little girl who has no one.
She sees how people have hurt her
as if it was just so much fun.

As the little girl looks in the mirror
at the things she doesn't want to see,
the reflection staring back at her
just happens to be me.

[Nyarlathotep]

Thank you for sharing such a moving, powerful piece, Halo. Also, alienation - your haiku was very cool. I liked the phrase "pleasant familiar chill."

[alienation]

Nyarlathotep said:

Thank you for sharing such a moving, powerful piece, Halo. Also, alienation - your haiku was very cool. I liked the phrase "pleasant familiar chill."

Thanks, I'm not happy with the last line. I may change it....

[lilacJ]

Wow, these are brilliant.

My poetry is a bit jumbled at the moment, I've got lots of feelings down, no real order though.
Will have to take time and think them through.

These are very inspiring.

[Nyarlathotep]

Thoughts on Pavement
6-18-2004

Father left me once again
No letter to explain what happened
Raindrops splatter on a windshield
I will not surrender, nor will I yield
Faded scars on my back the badges of strife
Take whatever remains of my life
Pack it up and move far away from here
Muddied boots clutch the gas pedal, shift into high gear
Highway signs and streetlights a blurred vision
Overcome by voices spouting his derision
Did I make the right decision?

There’s an echo in the hallway
Quietly tiptoe to my bedroom
Locked inside a diary, my memories
The key dangling from my neck as always
Ghosts in the closet screaming for solace
Shadows cover the basement steps as I stumble past
Cobwebs and broken glass
Nothing left for this house to hide
Peeling paint like layers of skin
Curling back to expose the beauty within
Where did it all begin?

Therein lies the answer
Await and reveal this inner light
Sanctify my spirit, Lord
I now hold the cross you bore
Yea, I died for his sins
Over and over again
There’s blood on his hands
From the slaughter of the innocent lamb
The eternal martyr shall rise
Awake to a world of blissful eyes
No longer a slave to his hatred and lies

[Tzarina]

Ensnared in the midst of humanity,
recalcitrant.
Resonant
your sound waves ride my winds.
Through soul’s desires unturned, tempestuous.
Peace, lingering in the wake of lyre.

You are Idealism of art.
Thought,
language,
my instruments
to reach you,
touch you.
Inveigle into my vices,
Virtues underneath stone.

Pythagoras calculated my future into you.
Flow with me through fields and forests
below moss implied ardor.
Lmm'05

[dervish]

“Butterfly biographic”<br>

Hatch
Birth


The long mile
Leafs, Food

Struggle

The cocoon
Imprisonment

Struggle

The release
The butterfly

Struggle

Wet wings
Dry of to fly


Cycle ends
Death

But a butterfly is always beautiful.

[Halo]

That was lovely dervish.

Seems like a metaphor for life. The struggles, imprisonments, the releases, continued struggles, flying away (enjoying all you can), death.

And life is always beautiful. (If you look hard enough.)

[Halo]

And life is always beautiful. (If you look hard enough.)

Okay, that was a lie. Why the fuck should I pretend in here, at my board?

Life is not always beautiful no matter how hard you look.

Life is not beautiful right now. But I just need some time for my wings to dry and I will fly again.

[dervish]

but young grass hoper you always look for the perfect flower but tis under you foot!

[Halo]

Funny you mention "perfect" dervish.

I've given this a lot of thought recently.

I've come to realize it is not the perfection that I need to look for.

"Flawless diamonds are the rarest, but a diamond does not have to be flawless to be stunning."

The beauty is not in the perfection, it is in the whole....flaws and all.

I think I have found my flower. It's been here with me all along. But I was looking for that perfection instead of seeing that my flower may not be perfect, but it is still beautiful.

[dervish]

it is always under ya foot ........you stepped on it made it ugly but still with in the perfection that comes from duality

hence Ying and Yang

[Halo]

Oh snap!!!

Are you calling my flower ugly?

Those are some fightin' words. Nobody calls my flower ugly.

I will have to be cappin' on yo ass.

Fo shizzle.