Poetry ( I think )

[Zolah]

This is the first time I publish my... uhm, " poetry" .
I maybe gonna delete them or something later, i dunno

Ill always love, i will always fear.
what will you do my dear?
split you chains and cut your hands, just watching your life drain away.
a piece of your soul is spilling out on the floor, red and gory.
is this some kind of glory?
leaving people behind, just to feed your unstable mind.
I will miss you, i would kiss you.
but youre gone, just cause people just did you wrong.
Ill always love, i will always fear.
i wish i could have you near...

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I lost something, it wasnt fun.
i lost belief on someone, that i even looked up to.
He was talking about rigth and wrongs, and other simillar things.
I listened, i nodded and i participated.
Suddenly one day, he did something horrible.
First he turned into ice, then he melted.
under the ice he showed me something he said earlier was wrong, on of the most horrofying things you could do.
he was a fully blossomed flower, he was very admirable.
Until he stopped looking after his own kind, he got fixated by a flower bud.
I never liked that flower bud, if i could i would crush it between my finger tip and my thumb.
think so easy if it was just a flower bud, and a flower?
But as in reality it isnt that easy, i had to take farewell.
Take farewell from someone that was giving me peace someone that even made me think of him as my brother.
He made me eat when I tried to kill myself by starvation, he was there.
He helped me when i always was arguing and figthing with my sister, he was there.
He helped me too forget about bad stuff, he was always there.
Always, untill now.
When he chosed a path i never will follow.
I lost something, it wasnt fun.
i lost belief on someone, that i even looked up to.
I called him brother, i even stood by him.
In my memories he will be the same, but now i will try to change those memorys.
Try to change them into a fairytale, and forget about him as any other fantasy thats gets born.

Farewell Brother, Farewell Friend.
You choosed a path that i will never go.
Flower you will loose youre petals, and soon crumble.
while the Bud will grow, and also forget about you.

Farewell, Brother....
Farewell Friend....
Ill never let you come near me again!

[Üfy the Teddy Slayer.]

=<_>=
I'm a relatively thick-skinned person , but I found that really touching. Infact I'm all sniffly now =>.<=
I wouldn't worry about putting poetry in inverted commas, it has heaps of peotic merit in the way feelings and concepts are expressed in it. Neatly clipped and metered poems never have any of the raw emotional power that more freeform writing does.

[Zolah]

Thank you, I was kinda worried about publish it.
I dont want to be mean but i didnt fully understand what you meant by "heaps of poetic " etc.
im quite good with english but sometimes it just snaps and i dont understand much

[Üfy the Teddy Slayer.]

Well, what I mean is that some people consider poetry to be something that goes dee-dum-dee-dum-dee-dum when you read it, looks a certain way on a page, that type of thing. Same way as some people feel art is only things drawn on paper. But things that don't quite fit the usual format, that come from the heart and say what they say in a beautiful way are much more poetry to me than a text-book type thing. So I'm saying that yes, that is poetry, and very good poetry at that. : )

[deltaT]

Wow, that's very powerful. Is it about something that really happened to you? (If that's too personal, you don't have to answer.)

[Zolah]

Thanks Ufy ^^
Now i understood bit better *nods*

DeltaT : Yes both things is about stuff that has happened.
The first one is about a friend in UK that hurts himself... ( not so pleasant, i fel bit bad that i cant come and visit and such )
And the other is about one of my old friends.

[Shippo_no_Neko]

Awwws.... so sad ;-; It makes me wish that I could write poetry X`[

[Zolah]

Well I dont think i can write poetry.
It maybe just happen someday that you write something like this *nods*

[Shippo_no_Neko]

Well, You can, and you do write poetry very well.... my poetry is REALLY weird...

[Zolah]

O.o - Then you havnt seen my so called poetry when i was VERY into vampires...
THAT my friend is some shizzy stuff

Lemme see you poetry im curius! and i need something to do since my account in lineage died =_=

[Shippo_no_Neko]

No, I can't do that! It is so embarrasing...

[Zolah]

If i choose one of my poetrys from my " dark ages " ?

Pwease * big puppy eyes*

[Shippo_no_Neko]

Well... I could write something new... but It'll take me a while....

[Zolah]

Ok, In worse case you could just pm it.
and ill pm mine =_=

[Shippo_no_Neko]

NO! WE MUST POST THEM IN THE OPEN!!!!!!! COURAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!!!! *Naruto-style table slam*

[Zolah]

" does hero pose Rock Lee style"

Yesh!

[Shippo_no_Neko]

Hahahahaha!

*mumbles something about eyebrows*

[Zolah]

" looks like she dont understand"

- What about the eyebrows

"frowns"

(( XD ))

[Shippo_no_Neko]

*dies laughing*

[silverwolf]

Sorry to interupt, but if anybody's interested, I could put some stuff up... Poetry is the one thing I'm really good at. At least, in my mind I'm realy good at it. Heh.

[Zolah]

Yeah! do that ^^b
Its fun to read *nods*

[silverwolf]

There! New thread and everything!

[Shippo_no_Neko]

^__^;;; Sorry

Now I feel all bad about calling Rock Lee-kun thick brows...

[Zolah]

Lost in my thougths i wander, remember about days who passed.
words dont have a meaning, neither do I. I am just someone wich is filled with lies, My heart is pounding even if my soul took its last gasp. I look at the close ones begging of help, leaning, stretching but they just go away. I weep, and no one cares. just wishing to be hold by a friend, telling me its okay. That I did rigth or wrong, i rather have a friend wich i argue with then having a mirror image wich I always get along. ' He did something unexcusable ' - ' rigth, he did! ' i dont want to have any more friends that just lie, that agrees too whom ever they know.
How shall i know? if my friend is a foe? what i know is that one that has lied once, guaranteed could do it twice.
I feel like im soon about to die, im drowning in lies. Who shall i trust? are you my friend? are you my Foe? please, if you dont know... let me go..

Ok that was crap, but i needed to get it out of my system..

[Seth Asathi]

The gift of existance is a short offering.
Sorrow and pleasure, harmony or suffering
Is there no middle ground?
Is there no peace to be found?

I stand alone, watching the people around me.
Do they see me? Do I exist?
How can I prove my worth and leave my mark?
Why do I even want to? What is the purpose?
I ask these questions seeking to be free...
But I don't find answers, just a longer list.
Do I keep asking on a whim? As a lark?
No answer to that either, I suppose.

I scream silently or perhaps aloud, who here truly knows?
The silence is deafening, and all consuming.
My voice goes unanswered, who even heared me?
My circumstance falls on me as would a set of heavy blows.
And for a little while, I find myself resuming...
A tedius step, then another, all for an end I can not see.

What is my place in this human rat race?
An ace in the hole as I save face with control?
Standing stone still silent as a statue in a storm?

My mind may find my memories merry
Yet my youthful yearning for you

Time spent teeming with thoughts
I initially ignored in improper instances
Might make a more meaningful mark if I
Ever enjoy the experience of entrusting you with that enlightenment.

Why would I wonder what I will or won't when I would willingly
And absolutely absolve an anxious
Self with self serving self sacrifice
To test the tenacity of a thug-like tough-guy
Ever-ready and ever-willing to endure endless excruciation
Determination demanding discipline during demoralizing duress


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For the record, I am fully aware of how much that sucks and makes no sense for those not actually able to read my mind. I wrote it off the top of my head and spent... perhaps ten minutes on it... eh, I've done worse, though. All things considered.

[Snass]

verry nice mr.Seth, i like it!

I've never considered myself much of a writer...this is the only reasonable poem i've ever written... the rhyme scheme makes sense in my head...its kinda "freestyle"...
i don't know if it works for anyone else.

i'd like to hear what ya'll think, since there are obviously some talent writers in this area.

Youth (substance doesn't become us)

Motivation causing sleep deprivation,
Apathy leaving more to imagination
I will dwell in possibility
No one stakes their claim on me
Open mind, closed world means devastation
We sit, prepared, with no occupation
Everyone wants to mold and integrate us
For their plans and for their purpose

Economy drives all others to ignore
Their own reasons and what they’re living for
And the pressure on the walls will close and surround
Forcing out all but the sound
Of the clock ticking
With each second they become less willing
To change
The world, their life, and how to live it
Money motivates the modern cynic

We stay defiant and void
And we make some noise
Hoping to be heard
But never saying a word
Of truth, because…
Substance doesn’t become us

[Seth Asathi]

Coolness. I'm going to come up with another one. Again, off the top of my head. So if it sounds bad... well, you people are just going to have to wait.
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Good luck being yourself by half
ever restrained by societal mandates
Good luck finding your own path
weighed down by what others dictate

Forcibly removed from yourself and your soul
Chopped clear of your dreams and of your goal
Beliefs axed and falling at another man's calling
Not good enough for them, and neither are you

"Everyone" has a monopoly on truth.
"They" tell us what is, so wrong is the youth.
What makes them right is fear of their might
"They" say it is so it has to be true.

Take the shape of the mold and do as you're told
or else you'll never make your way in this world
Smile and nod and agree with our god
keep up that dumb grin and you'll fit right in

our way of life is best and yours is meaningless
because there's no way you can know about this

Our slogans are everywhere because everyone knows
things like "one man one woman" is just how it goes.
We don't care if you're happy, because we think you're sick
so take these pink pills, we'll fix you right quick

We'll cut out your brain to change your behavior
pump you with chemicals until you see things our way
Follow our god you can call him your savior
you'll never be happy, we'll never send you away

Unless of course, you're black, poor or gay.

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Ok, I change my mind, that didn't suck and it was almost the perfect poetic protest.

[Wolfy]

That was marvelous, Seth!

I've actually been a little inspired lately, and wrote two poems that I feel I can share without cringing. Each took about.. Five minutes. ^^;;

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Arisen

The phoenix flies,
Reborn again,
Scattering the ashes
From its former life.

Its wings sweep down,
Full of fire,
Full of life,
Pushing it ever onward.

Ignoring logic,
Dismissing disbelief,
It shines where least expected...
This phoenix christened Hope.


I ask the hermit...

When destiny knocks,
Will you answer the door?
Or lock yourself away
From that world you abhor?

The choice that you make,
It's the same as before.
And life passes you by,
Flowing on evermore.

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Short, but I like them. ^^

[Seth Asathi]

Nice poetry, love. You should post more!

[Wolfy]

Thank you. ^^ I would, but I actually only have one more... However, something about it bugs me, I can't quite put my finger on it. And until I fix it, I can't post it. ^^;;