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.
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,
A Man
It was myself,
a man crying
made of clay,
a faded yellow gray,
eyes cold
fixed all day,
inside I'm dieing,
each flake of life
breaking away,
a clay man crying
all day
Hell-o
his ares wrapped me
in a bone crushing embrace,
whisked away with burning
hearts to an ever dieing place,
never again to see the
human race.
The Detective
He stands there
A glance at the time
I make a break
And was seen
He gives chase
Wants to talk
I run
Don't know why
I hide,...
He scares me
But why
why come after me
what dose he know
how dose he always find me
what did i do
that may effect him
what is to gain
why chase
and why me?
these poems are inspired by real dreams, dreams that reflect, dreams that question,
What Are You
You are the sinister shadow of a man who never had one,
The talons of an eagle that snatch up any prey,
A smile on a storm cloud as lightning strikes,
You are the whisper in the wind that teases and taunts,
You are the horror in every night mare, yet,
You are the only moon to light a starless night,
You are the blistering sun in a summer day,
You are the pain of glass when broken to skin,
You are the eyes that see all when all is blind,
You are the torture of war for families left behind,
You are the cold that sends a shiver down any spine,
Yet, You are the only one who can save me and the only
One left I wish to hold
( this poem was inspired by random thought, and bares little
connection to my life in any way.)
The Storms Lament
No one can see me
I feel as nothing,
Screaming to be heard
My voice is a howling wind,
I cry for there is no
Answer, my tears disterb
The water below and i fill
With darkness, in my hatered
I lash out in blasts of
Light and anger, followed
By a wail of lonely pain,
I spin and turn in hopes
Of being seen, I sit in
Silence ashamed for
what I have done and
Stay still through the
Morn afraid to be seen
( this poem was inspired by the thought that a storm may have feelings,
it later inspired the ship that Sabriela now uses on her over sea travels.)
Begin
My day begins as my eyes close
Anexcitment here no one knows,
Sometimes comes but always goes,
Here I lay my eyes wide hoping to
Extend a wild ride, dismissed by the
Sun and sudden sound a dismal day
Usually found
My day begins as my eyes close
My life in nightly coma, I am a fool
So let it begin
Insomnia
My day begins as I
Close my eyes nothing there
No supprise
(this poem was for my art class, and were the object of a dream circle.)
End
