Alright as you can see this is for poetry. i enjoy writing poetry, reading poetry, i even think of it as my native language. so i will continue to post my poetry here, in the hope that some understand me.
I don't really expect much feedback on my poetry, but i am always open for conversation, and will listen to what you have to say.
i will continue to update when ever i feel poetic.
i hope you enjoy this unique view of my thoughts, and soul.
I saw death in a tea cup, he was having the time of his life,
I was at a festival with my family and friends waiting in line for a ride de, I saw something until now I denied,
There was a man dressed in black swirling and twirling alone, it didn't bother him that no one else would go on,
Later on in a tent getting my fortune read, she told me I had encountered the dead,
It wasn't my hand that told her, so I leaned forward and said,
I saw death in a tea cup, he was having the time of his life, he was swirling and twirling the image has burned itself into my mind.
I got the inspiration for this a few years ago and wrote it down. I had unknowingly spilled something on one of my works. The stain left was a nothing more than a dark stain but I could see what looked like a skull in top hat and cloak, smiling from the shape of a tea cup.
road killed friend
i know it wasnt so long ago
you were happy and tried to cross
the road
dont dissapeare and dont fret
dont worry now that your dead
i know that your gone
i know that they ran over
your furry little head
dont be scared at the place that i sent you
my friends are and will care for you
dont be sad i covered you with moss
its better than lying where you crossed
i first passed slowing for a kill
facinated by the body so still
first glace i thought you where a fox
second i was saddened as i saw your face
you shouldnt have been out here in the first place
your smoothe ginger fur still so clean
and less blood than expected
face was distord from the horror
and riggar just set from the scene
no one should run you over again
was bad enough they ran you down then
i know it wasnt so long ago
you were happy and tried to cross
the road
dont disapeare and dont fret
dont worry now that your dead
i know that your gone
i know that they ran over
your furry little head
dont be scared at the place that i sent you
my friends are and will care for you
dont be sad i covered you with moss
its better than lying where you crossed
ok, i made this for the road kill cat.good bye dear friend, i may never know you nor where you where headed. i may never know where you came from or your owner, but know that i met you once when you where dead and i will miss you.
well it seems that the thread got continued. so i have written more as a new anon,
i remember the day i learned to rhyme,
i was learning to be a respectable mime,
i began to use it all the time,
and would be happy with every line,
as i recall that day was fine,
and all the words that seemed to match,
came together in an awkward patch,
~Exalted Angel~
i thought it would fun today,
to leave without my guardian to run away,
and so i and crept i say,
i left my guardian the man in gray,
after all it was less fun to stay,
and study inside on such a day,
while i was walking this fine day,
i lost my shoes in random play,
i looked around and could only see,
a miraculous view in front of me,
i ripped my dress clear to the knees,
while trying to climb endless trees,
i even stole honey from bees,
and ran through fields of wild peas,
i tripped and tumbled and ran around,
yet my shoes were nowhere to be found,
and through all my play trouble was bound,
i stopped when i heard a ghastly sound,
and before my eyes was a deadly hound,
i tried to run but slipped and fell,
for i am afraid of hounds from hell,
down i rolled through grass and mud as well,
laying at the bottom i noticed a smell,
and was i was sitting by a grave,
i got up and fled to a near by cave,
wishing to be left alone and maybe saved,
and out of the corner of my eye a skeleton waved,
i ran and ran and it began to rain,
soaked to the bone i thought i may go insane,
and no longer in the woods i tripped in a drain,
falling in someones yard it is sad what next came,
a man with which some would say has fame,
believing i a stray dog hit me with his cane,
lost and now utterly confused,
i met a man with a hay fork he used,
and on his head two black horns fused,
he looked and smiled and seemed amused,
when i asked for help he refused,
and laughed as if all were a ruse,
i ran to a park and my ankle got wrenched,
so i stopped my running and sat on the bench,
random people walking by they called me wrench,
i almost believed them because i gave off a stench,
now chilled to the bone and very tired,
i see in the dark a small fire,
then both hope and my imagination fired,
but i did not move for i was so tired,
i closed my eyes just for a bit,
it would do me good just to sit,
in this setting i truly did fit,
then a warm hand on my shoulder and realization hit,
it was the hand of my guardian and warmth of his mitt,
and on this crazy day he found me by using his wit,
in a hugging embrace one that made me squeak,
he lifted me up and off the seat,
he held me so tight i couldn't breath let alone speak,
then i saw it was an illusion but i was too weak,
~Exalted Angel~
the black sky swirled above,
and through all the dark,
you thought you saw a dove,
clear and white and full of love,
the bird ascended far above,
and moved the clouds with a godly shove,
and through the opening a face of lark,
an angels face destroyed the dark,
her head crowned with celestial fire,
she was in white and pink,
and hair the color of baby ink,
and wings that grow and shrink,
and her teeth that enjoyed a drink,
and maybe in a neck they would sink,
not you though she had a plan,
and fast she moved to the sand,
her feet yet don't touch the land,
her eyes cold and filled with gray,
they move and glisten reflecting the day,
and then she speaks in a cheery way,
and this is what she had to say,
"dearest friend who could see the love,
thank you friend for helping the dove,
for in doing so you freed me from dark,
and the demons of dark will go away,
and all will be good and the sun will play,"
in all honesty you try to tell,
that all you did was look at the swell,
and you did nothing to demons of hell,
but she presses her finger to your lips,
and in your hand she then slips,
a gift covered in frost that chills and nips,
and ascends back to her billowing cloud,
and says good bye with out a sound,
~Exalted Angel~
The morning cold the morning white,
i sit in my study compelled to write,
i write about things and warriors fight,
and imagine of the people who lost their sight,
sipping tea in the morning light,
i sense that all will be right,
and continue my work till tis night,
~Exalted Angel~
i am happy i am glad,
i dream of the things i never had,
though i wish i am never mad,
sometimes thinking makes me sad,
yet i never extend to do anything bad,
i leave my-self happy and i am glad,
~Exalted Angel~
i may end up with even more later, but i have hit a blaahhh rock and i have no new peeps to anon,
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