(Any kind of poetry is accepted.) I labor through EC's sleepy phase Waiting, and the night owls have arrived And though I don't seem to be in a daze, I'm always sort of sleep-deprived
Dull mornings and even duller afternoons, The evening, not much better The night is when I thrive alone Traversing new websites like a settler. Across the web, my mind wanders And my imagination flies. Though when I try to create things myself My working hand, it dies. You see, I work hard at creating new things And when I'm not satisfied I sigh and abandon all hope of making Something in which I have pride. Alas, I still try, and in night I still thrive Coming up with thought after thought For it's not the frustration I remember the most It's those who smile at what I've brought.
The laughter of night The joy in the moon's bright glow Brings me peace in dark Nocturnal, my name My existence a shadow I shelter in the dark In blackness, hidden Quiet calm is my savior Prayers for dark Cold against my skin But still exhilarating Running through the dark (And there's my inner vampire) ---------- Post added 27th Dec 2015 at 04:10 AM ---------- (Take out 'I', last line, second stanza ---------- Post added 27th Dec 2015 at 04:33 AM ---------- I'm hopeless A lamb wishing to be a wolf None shall be my shepherd yet all are I defy the stars, again and again, but still, they cross me And I refuse I rebel Till I fade
Of all worldly and unworldly things, Life, the child borne of light and matter, playing little games, not a care to be had about its toys, so long as it still has playthings. The child, manipulating its figurines in ways only understood by their overseer. This child has all the joy in the world to be sitting on the floor, playing with little army men, and zooming tiny trucks around a floor mat. Another child, dark hair and deep green eyes, sits across the room. Death, Desth is the name of this little one. Death enjoys crossing the room to observe Life, and see which toy Life favors, and after a while, he will steal this toy from Life and return to his corner. He will do it again, and again, until there are no more toys for Life, and his joyous laughter is for once silent, and Death sits across the room with his pile of conquestef toys, smugly grinning at the boy named Life.
(Awww, that's cute. I like it :eusa_clap Iiii can't think up another poem right now. Just wanted to point out my approval of this one. Proceed.)
Poem 4 In Which I Attempt To Actually Express Emotions And Other Emo Shit And Also Attempt To Mimic Fall Out Boy My wings are tied for a blind audience Pages ripped for illiterates' possession The devil in the mirror grins all the wider
While it is completely possible that the universe is infinite; what if it is not? What more could there be beyond the vast majesty of that which we know? Why, within our universe are all things grand, and surely there cannot be a grander thing had beyond it. The universe itself is grand, and if it has taken all the grandeur in the infinity for its own, beyond it must be void. Endless darkness, sparse to no matter at all. And in that void, an immaterial thing, of which cannot be purer here than anywhere known. In this void, peace. The most untainted, perfect peace ever to be had. With this knowledge that the void must contain peace, perhaps the simple empty of the void is truly the most grand thing to be. ---------- Post added 26th Dec 2015 at 11:59 PM ---------- Boy, I sure am getting existential here haha.
However, my friend, you'll find That splendor always fades Everything is destined to die Damned all their living days Let us consider, right now What if we cannot reach that peace? You said yourself, it's a void Containing even a concept defies its nature
FREE VERSE B*TCHES Look hard and you might find A world of mystery. Hidden in the nooks and crannies, Deep within your soul, Submerged in icy blue, Digested by the other, Veiled in white ochre blossoms, Sung by the nightingale, Kept in the golden tomb, Lost at sea, Buried in the earth... Find what truth may lie within, For it is your little discovery all your own.
Welcome, innocents To a world of my invention Bright and wondrous and magical Though you'll soon find it rather perilous For here, I rule I am the beginning The end And all eternity May you survive the insanity The deepest of canyons Roaring flames Of my universe Best of luck
Flames, alight this December night! For a gayly bobbing fairy is joining the fight In this cold, dark and dank season most morose Comes to you a surprise, betwixt your toes A tickling sensation thawing bone to the marrow A warming experience, a heart-pointed arrow But now it is time for my dreams to take flight From all of us to all of you We bid you good night
That beautiful glimmer in his deep, stunning brown eyes died with him. My Reif, he who held me to being my best, striving for life. In his effort to save the world, he lost what was most important; himself. His body, lain out on the altar, dressed in a simple material, not befitting of his beauty. His pale face and chocolate eyes seem to cry of a world lost, his. All he ever wished for was my own happiness, and even in death, especially in death, he seemed to lament for my lamentation. My sorrow of his absence. What he failed to realize, in life, was that I was content as it was. I would have no greater joy than to cast a smile in his direction and receive one in return. He saw this, only after dying, after the knife of his own hand, punctured his pure heart.
Free verse hell yeah! (Please don't judge me, it's corny as heck) I'll be your solace A gentle gray hand in a raging storm Soft ribbons wrapped around a newborn baby The lone remaining dove on a bloodied battlefield I'll be your stability A scarf securely worn to safeguard you from bitter icy winds Cozy hot chocolate on a picturesque snowy day The first ray of sunshine on winter's dying breath I'll be your ambition The rushing blood in your veins, adrenaline beneath your skin Embodying the searing metal poker in your fireplace The final burst of energy at the last few yards in a marathon I'll be your solace I'll never leave your side, for it is where I've always belonged I'm yours, like a lion bonded to its master I'll be your solace, if you allow me.
