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,
while the Gaian community has been cheering for their teams myself and others have anoned gaians with gifts, stories and poetry,
these are some of my messages,
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~
there are things i love and things i hate,
all good things come to those who wait,
most just looked and assumed,
those who mess with me are doomed,
there is never enough time,
yet always room to wait,
there is never enough time,
and that is what i hate,
dreams come slow and softly,
yet always leave in hast,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
there is never enough time,
yet always room to wait,
there is never enough time,
and that is what i hate,
dreams come slow and softly,
yet always leave in hast,
this makes me feel as if,
the time spent awake is a waste,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
round and round and round it goes,
close my eyes and wrinkle my nose,
back and forth and back it goes,
spread my fingers and wriggle my toes,
up and down and to and foe,
why it moves no one knows
~the dark angel of your dreams~
you see a pair of eyes glowing in the dark,
to your surprise they seem to change color,
from solid greens to deep grays,
then one through many others while one will stay,
magnificent wings appearer then go,
if they are real you'll never know,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
if i were crazy id say to you
the things in life id rather do
if i were crazy id say this
there are other things i truly miss
~the mad one~
oh i have thoughts and wild dreams,
my creativity bursting at the seems,
i roll around in silent screams,
as many haunt my sacred dreams,
you dare not wish to see as i see,
when i daze off so ominously,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
lolli pops lolli pops,
i ran searching through all the shops,
i tripped and fell and broke the stand,
and something slipped onto my hand,
i ran screaming all around,
the shopkeep yelled at me without a sound,
when it finally came off i stopped and stared,
something bright and delicious sat there,
it was so color full i didn't know what to do,
so i picked it up brushed it off and gave it to you,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
though shape shifter i am not,
and the place i stay is really hot,
i stay the same throughout time,
and my words of life and death rhyme,
all you see is not there,
and my spirit wild as my hair,
i travel from place to place,
ans though you may never see my face,
giving gifts is my grace,
and a halo that hovers around my head,
reminds others i should be dead,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
it seems i am less silly than you,
as all deserve a gift especially you,
as to what i am i change as i move,
now that im free you see me a new,
the stories i tell are more than few,
as to how they go is up to you,
the darkness forms within the shadows,
seeps and creeps through the windows,
i saw a genie once from the sky,
when he saw me he wished to die,
i promised one day for his release,
yet i had not the power for his peace,
day by day he wandered up and down,
in a bottle of liquid and green crown,
by time we were both good friends,
yet still i had no means for his ends,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
im sorry now but i must go,
to a darker place no one knows,
the only place that i can scream,
yet calling to a deeper dream,
now i must go to bed before i fall,
and brake my head,
i must be gone i must now,
and leave as others i have needs,
i must go and make my bed,
one more time through tears i shed,
it is less and less of what you do,
and more and more of what i should have said,
i have all but given up and still i am shaken,
i have taken all my last breath,
to all the world make it known,
only in his arms will i make my home,
i look around with shifty eyes,
hoping to spy some loftily pies,
taking a bite i am then surprised,
i had bitten and chomped into your thighs,
~And die
thunder rolls in my stomach
blood rushes to my head,
i sway with each step
my eyes cannot focus,
food so good i wept,
alas it was poisoned
and i am dead,
~to die
water is fire,my eyes burn
in side my head,
i slip and fall off my bed,
limbs broken of my own accord,
i lay there dieing and board,
~drop dead
my head is dancing
im sure i can fly, look here
i might as well die,
most just looked and assumed,
those who mess with me are doomed,
i wish for you and now i pray,
that happiness comes rushing your way,
all was good and all was well,
there are many stories i could tell,
i am kind and i am faithful,
i lay my cards on the table,
i saw you jumping on your bed,
i saw you fall and hit your head,
i tried to catch you before you fell,
but alas i am your lamp tied with a tail,
i could not move from your table,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
good morning and good night,
i am worn and i am crazy,
i am also a little bit lazy,
i am here and i will listen,
i don't really care for wrong or right,
i promise i won't put up a fight,
i am dark yet i am caring,
i constantly feel my heart tearing,
i am here though you may not see,
my friendship comes without a fee,
~the dark angel of your dreams~
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,
Mow of Pillows
Black velvet fur,
precious emerald sparkles
as lemon shaped eyes,
a bobbed tail buzzing,
hair like whiskers branching
out with happy white blossoms,
a motor starts, ending
only when she falls asleep.
this poem was made for the cat i love dearly, even when she shreds my things.
though this poem was made when she lived, it serves to keep her memory alive.
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.)
