Some of my writings.

Subject: Some of my writings. Wed May 21, 2008 9:34 pm

These are just some of my writings. Some are more than a couple years old, others were written within the past few days (from when I posted this thread). I hope you enjoy them everyone! =D

Dance of Love

A billion birds upon the sky have flown,
Two billion wings aflutter.
Their dances and calls of the time of mating
Attracting one another.

Blues and reds and blacks and grays,
Rainbows of the fluttering color.
Each pair of wings itself unique,
Not one is like the other.

Watchful eyes upon the earth
Watch fateful lovers above.
A majestic sight to behold;
The heavenly Dance of Love.

Dream

Detention, dissention,
To another dimension.
Intrusion is an illusion,
Escape is a delusion,
You’ll meet only confusion.
My finality lacks resolution,
My questions lack solutions.
What caused this place’s creation?
Devoid of hope, hate, elation?
Logic flows in illogical directions.
What is real is only deception.
Truths and lies go without detection.
Twists and turns of utter abstraction
Flow together with unknown attraction.
Unable to move, to take quick action,
I wither away within this lost bastion.
I open my eyes in the darkness to find
That this dimension was only my mind.

She’s like the freshest fallen snow, bright and full of beauty.
She wants to make her parents proud and always does her duty.
I love her when she’s happy and I love her when she’s moody.
I wonder if she even knows she’s everything to me.

She’s like the winds upon the sky, soft and so refreshing.
She makes all my time seem worth while and very interesting.
I’ll be her home to come too when she needs her resting.
I wonder if she even knows she’s everything to me.

She’s like the sun heated sand, warm and very giving.
She is the air that I inhale every moment that I’m breathing.
I’ll hold her close and love her until the day that I stop living.
I wonder if she even knows she’s everything to me.

Oh, My Goddess

I’ve never been one
To super impose
The worth of another
To myself.
But God only knows
How far I’d go
To give them the wealth
Of my heart.
Oh bitter sweet love,
Joyous and tart,
Why must you taunt me so?
For I’d climb the mountains
Of the tallest degree
And wander the canyons
Far below
Just so I could see you
And make everything okay.
Please don’t cast me out
Of your grace,
But it’s fine if you delay.
I’ll make it my duty
To at least once every day
Express my devotion to thee,
Oh, my Goddess, exalted on high,
Please take mercy on me.

Hurt

I feel hurt.
Just leave me to my sorrow.
Heart in pain.
Pray that there’s no tomorrow.
Let it end.
Don’t want to feel it any longer.
Make believe.
Like the think I’m getting stronger.

I feel hurt.
I feel pain.
I’m hoping trying,
Failing, crying,
I’m losing at this game.
I want thing to go back they way they used to be
With everything the same.
When we both shared the love
We never thought would end.
Was it all pretend?
I feel hurt.

You turned away.
Never answered my one question.
Is this the end?
I can’t count on your protection.
Why’d you go?
You left me standing all alone.
How does it feel?
You lost the one that was your own.

I feel hurt.
I feel pain.
I’m hoping trying,
Failing, crying,
I’m losing at this game.
I want thing to go back they way they used to be
With everything the same.
When we both shared the love
We never thought would end.
Was it all pretend?
I feel hurt.

I feel like writing something dark,
Like feelings meant to keep at heart.
Time to dust off this lost art
And show what I am made of.

Tonight, this night, of Hallow's Eve,
I've seen frights you'd not believe.
More than many could perceive,
I've shown what I am made of.

Such a sight 'tis to behold;
Horrifying young and old.
A warning, sir, you have been told.
Dare you see what I am made of?

I'll cut the cords of life in all.
I'll watch and laugh as the blood falls.
Succumb to my demonic call.
Fear what I am made of.

I seek not but my own desires;
Love and kindness have no power.
Unto all souls I shall devour.
This is what I'm made of.

I cut the lights, not one can see.
I sweep and feed with darkest speed,
And thus fulfill my deepest need.
I'm released from what I'm made of.

Tattoo

Hello dear, how was your day?
Thank you, mine was fine too.
Oh, did I mention that earlier today
I got myself a tattoo?
It’s a cute little thing, not too big, not too small.
It’s simple, not one flashy stain.
It’s right here, on the side of my heart,
Where I tattooed your name.
It’s written in blue, your favorite color,
In solid block letters too.
Yes, it did hurt, but for you it was worth it.
Now our bond is stronger than glue.
I will keep you close to my heart; no matter what comes.
Always and forever, I guarantee.
Even through times when we are apart,
A part of you will still be with me.

I walk the path of the weak and weary
Tattered, broken, and all alone
Everything is dark and dreary
Every tree, bird, and stone
I see many all around me
Wand’ring aimlessly through the night
Although the darkness doesn’t surround me
I never pass within their sight
They call out, “What have I done?”
“Why have they left me all alone?”
I answer back, “They all have run”
“They’d rather lose all that they own.”
“They wished you’d change, but you did not”
“They left their things and went away”
“They said that they were better off”
“Without the burdens that you gave.”
But my reply fell on deaf ears
For denial ruled these poor lost souls
They lost the will to even hear
The price they pay in mortal tolls
And then I thought, “Why am I here?”
“What have I done to come this way?”
“Did I give my loved ones a reason to fear,”
“Or did I just wander ‘nto the fray?”
Then a thought did dawn quite clear
A reason for my happenstance
The reason wasn’t out of fear
Nor was it of coincidence
The reasons for my wayward stroll
That ever more became a trance
Wasn’t for my lacking toll
But because I had paid in advance
I doomed myself from the start
With a simple, little lie
Which in the end tore out my heart
And left me wishing I could die
But instead I travel on
Down this path of old poor souls
Never returning where I’m from
Now that I have paid the tolls

Almost Lover

It’s good to hear your voice again,
I mean it, I really do.
Please stay and chat, I won’t bite,
What is it that you’ve been up to?

I’ve been good, thanks for asking;
Just a little down from time to time.
It’s nothing big, so please don’t worry,
Everything always turns out fine.

So how’ve you been? It’s been a while.
I bet your man still thinks fowl of me.
Nah, don’t worry, it’s not your fault,
I’m not like I used to be.

Back then, I wish we had the world,
But fate would have us on separate roads.
If only we could take all it back,
If only I had ever known.

Yes, I’ve found someone, she’s really great.
She makes me happy, and cares for me.
She’s got a house, job, and car,
She’s as well off as she’ll ever be.

Yeah, I miss those days we had,
Though back then, I guess, we never knew
How much we’d like each other now;
I missed my chance at loving you.

Well it was nice to talk again,
I’m glad that we both found our other.
I’ll call sometime, or write to you,
Till then, good bye my Almost-Lover.

Ebon Wings

A shrill sound pierces the cool night air
Yellow eyes stare upon the sky
A dark figure spreads dark limbs wide
To flight, the Raven would not dare

The farmer in his field he roams
Looking above for ebon wings
Waiting for the bird to sing
But it’s dark, and he must head home

The once bright house has no more light
The ebon bird lets loose a breath
So close the Raven came to its death
At last, the Ebon Wings take flight

Freedom

I'm alone in a room with no windows, no doors.
A light on the ceiling, a rug on the floor.
I'm not feeling lonely, I'm feeling much more.
I'll make an escape to Freedom.

I'm experiencing waves of varied depression.
There must be a cure for my doomed obsession.
I think and I ponder but one single question.
How to make my escape to Freedom.

But much thought has forced a brand new conclusion.
For my obsession there is no solution.
'Cause there's no way out and no way for intrusion.
I've failed my escape to Freedom.

What’s that I hear in the dark in the corner?
Something, someone, is coming closer.
What could it want with this feeble loner?
To stop my escape to Freedom?

A dark, ugly creature with its evil leer.
The reflection of all of my sins drawing nearer.
Paralyzed I am, stricken with fear.
Could this be my escape to Freedom?

The lone light on the ceiling fades itself out.
Alone in the dark, I’ve extinguished my doubt.
Engulfed by my sins I can see through the clout.
I’ve made my escape to Freedom.

Please, Don't Drink And Drive

I was driving down the road one night
In the cold and bitter snow
When three signs did appear
Within the headlights’ glow.

The signs each asked as I drove past,
“Please, don’t drink and drive,”
And each one stood as testament
For each of three lost lives.

Beneath each plea a plaque was placed,
“In memory of,” and then a name.
Each sign looked identical,
But no two names the same.

I thought that one would be enough,
One life to show to all that pass
That you should never drink and drive,
For that drive may be your last.

But instead, someone chose wrong,
And another flame burned out.
Then another sign was placed
That should’ve helped without a doubt.

But once again, someone chose wrong,
And their stupidity robbed them blind.
So in memory of that poor soul
They placed another sign.

How many signs does it take
To convince man to stay alive?
It shouldn’t be that hard to make the choice
To never drink and drive.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Wed May 21, 2008 9:37 pm

Yes, I'm aware that many of them are romantic, and many others are depressing. I try to do a lot of different topics and styles, but romantic poetry is my favorite (because I've got someone to write them for. ♥♥♥)

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Wed May 21, 2008 11:09 pm

I love the scene you described in the very first piece!

The second is quite funny with all the -usions and -ations Razz

Dave wrote:: I wonder if she even knows she’s everything to me.

I don't think she does. You need to leave her a lil note in her locker :D

In the fourth, i don't understand why u used "thee"!
To rhyme with "me"? Razz

K i have to go now, i like the first best. i'll continue through this later :D
Thanks for sharing.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Wed May 21, 2008 11:23 pm

Actually, the way that the fourth poem was written, I was actually trying to use old english words and phrases. Also, as you may have noticed, the rhyme scheme is non-existant, although there is rhyming that is simply there for emphasis, but without a structure.

In the other poem that you quoted...well, I wrote that about someone very close to me...but she's not in my school...in fact, she's not even in my state...>_>...ALL of the romantic poems are about the same person...except the last romantic one (Almost Lover).

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri May 30, 2008 7:49 pm

Spelling errors fixed and another poem added. Enjoy~ =D

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:56 pm

I'm quite proud of this one. I'd like feedback on it as I normally don't write poems this long. It would be nice if you reported any spelling/grammar errors that you find.
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The Bench

I woke up one Sunday morning,
And much to my surprise,
I rolled over and failed to find
You lying by my side.
I got up and went downstairs
And into the other room
But I didn't smell breakfast
Or your sweet perfume.
But on the table was a note
Beautifully written by you
That explained where you'd gone
And what you wanted me to do

I've gone to the bench in the park
Where we went on our first date.
Do not hurry, take your time,
For you honey, I can wait.
Let's have a nice day out today;
I thought we'd have fun.
So meet me by that special bench
Before the sun is gone.

I grabbed my shoes and coat and tie
And hurried out the door.
I know that she said not to hurry,
But I couldn't stand it anymore.
I wished to know what she had in store
For us on this fine day,
So I hurried to get to the park
Before the sun went away.

I found the bench where we sat
For our very first date.
But she wasn't there, I couldn't see her.
Was I really late?
I sat and waited; the sun was high.
The heat really got to me.
And before very long,
I had fallen asleep.

I dreamed of our first date together,
Under the umbrella in the rain.
We stopped at this bench to catch our breath
And wait out the passing train.
Under the tree that overhung
Where no rain could touch our bliss,
We huddled close to stay warm,
And she gave me my first kiss.

Our second date--it was in the sun--
We walked and talked all through town.
Then we stopped at this very bench,
And our passion drowned out all other sound.
Our third and fourth dates were quite the same,
Each one ending with a kiss,
As we sat upon this bench.
Lost inside each other's lips.

Then the day that I proposed
Was a Sunday, quite like today.
It was at this very bench
When our lives became one that day.
We had the wedding in this park.
Flowers, bells, rice and guests;
We sat on this bench and said our vows;
She wouldn't have settled for any less.

I woke to find her sitting by me.
"I hope you slept well" she said, and smiled.
"I'm sorry if I'm a little late."
"I didn't think you'd be here for a while."

We enjoyed ourselves on that day.
And every now and then,
We like to go back to that bench
Where are story first began.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:24 pm

I almost cried Dave. :smiley9: You are so passionate in your writing.

P.S. where'd you gone should be where you'd gone

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:26 pm

Lol, thanks. xD
I fixed the error too.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Jul 11, 2008 12:27 pm

So you woke up and instead of finding her you found a note. The opening is quite suspenseful. So you hurried to that special bench but didn't find her there either. At this point, the reader will start to expect a strange resolution, an exciting outcome. What surprise has she prepared for you? Happy or sad? Next, you fall asleep and dream of all the nice memories. This i thought would be a hint to the reader that the nice moments you spent together will only reside as memories. BUT to my disappointment, when you woke up, you only found her next to you and continued through another boring day.. 0.o
I expected a more exciting/dramatic ending...
Thanks for sharing tho =)
xP

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:55 pm

Right...wouldn't it be something if he woke up and found her hang on the tree NEXT to the BENCH. Now that would really be climactic...O.O (Not to say dramatic/macabre also...F3)

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Jul 11, 2008 6:58 pm

Elismerra wrote:: Right...wouldn't it be something if he woke up and found her hang on the tree NEXT to the BENCH. Now that would really be climactic...O.O (Not to say dramatic/macabre also...F3)

hahaha LMAO~

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:55 am

I’ve come to notice that in our daily lives
We don’t try to have fun, we just try to survive
We never do anything to make us feel alive
We are just wasting away

People come, people go, but it’s always so fast
They never stop to savor the time that we have
Life is quite short, so let’s make it last
Instead of wasting away

If you had the time, what is it you’d do?
Would you walk hand in hand with the one dear to you?
Would you go back to those dreams that never came true?
Go out! Stop wasting away

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:14 pm

That's a nice one =)
*goes out* wait.. go out where? 0.o

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:43 pm

Elismerra wrote:: Right...wouldn't it be something if he woke up and found her hang on the tree NEXT to the BENCH. Now that would really be climactic...O.O (Not to say dramatic/macabre also...F3)

Yeah, yeah... and the girl he's writing about is this one girl named "Pauline". Wouldn't it be funny if she was hanging on the tree next to the bench. How climactic indeed. :smiley55:

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Tue Jul 15, 2008 4:27 pm

Matti wrote:

Elismerra wrote:: Right...wouldn't it be something if he woke up and found her hang on the tree NEXT to the BENCH. Now that would really be climactic...O.O (Not to say dramatic/macabre also...F3)

Yeah, yeah... and the girl he's writing about is this one girl named "Pauline". Wouldn't it be funny if she was hanging on the tree next to the bench. How climactic indeed. :smiley55:

I was wondering the same thing...>_>

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:37 pm

Loveable Kaze wrote:

Matti wrote:

Elismerra wrote:: Right...wouldn't it be something if he woke up and found her hang on the tree NEXT to the BENCH. Now that would really be climactic...O.O (Not to say dramatic/macabre also...F3)

Yeah, yeah... and the girl he's writing about is this one girl named "Pauline". Wouldn't it be funny if she was hanging on the tree next to the bench. How climactic indeed. :smiley55:

I was wondering the same thing...>_>

Uhm... I was joking. Are you saying it's true? :smiley41:

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:39 pm

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
Please help me
Tell this girl that I know
That I think that she’s amazing,
But I know she’ll never go
For a guy like me.
Please help me change
Into so much more—
My look, my hair, my attitude—
Someone she’ll adore,
And love forevermore.
So if you can,
Please help me now
And I’ll never ask again.
I want her to love me true
Instead of just pretend.
Do this favor for a friend
My dear Diary.

Dear Diary,
Please help me,
The girl that I love
Has returned my feelings;
True graces from above.
I don’t want to lose her
Like every girl before.
Please tell me what I can do
To make her mine forever more.
As you know, I lack the funds
To buy expensive things,
But I will make some sacrifice
For that Diamond Ring.
I pray her heart will sing
When I ask if she’ll be mine;
Flowers, rice, cake, and bells,
Not a petty Valentine.
Please do this favor for a friend
My dear Diary.

Dear Diary,
Please help me,
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve got a job without a goal,
A wife, a house, and two kids, too.
My life is going nowhere;
I wish I could close my eyes
And go back in time
To just her and I,
Man, those were the days.
Please help me get
My life on track,
‘Cause I don’t want to lose
The amazing girl that’s now my wife
And have to start anew.
I don’t know what I should do.
Please do this favor for a friend
My dear Diary.

Dear Diary,
Please help me,
I fear she isn’t well.
Not one thing has been the same
Since the fateful day she fell.
I know we won’t live forever,
And it may be her time,
But please tell me what I can do
To keep her forever mine.
I’m prepared to face anything—
If you couldn’t tell—
I’d wait for her at Heaven’s gates,
And I’d follow her to Hell.
In this small finality
Please heed this one last plea:
Let me go with her into the dark;
Thank you, my dear Diary.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:20 am

Loveable Kaze wrote:: But I know she’ll never go
For a guy like me.

duh, why would she XP muahaha

Loveable Kaze wrote:: Please help me change
Into so much more—
My look, my hair, my attitude—
Someone she’ll adore

Unless you reconsider pressing the button, you'll never change and will continue to be restricted to Freud's lame theories.

Loveable Kaze wrote:: And love forever more.

forevermore is one word

Loveable Kaze wrote:: I don’t want to lose her
Like every girl before.

FOCROFLMAO xD

Loveable Kaze wrote:: But I will make some sacrifice

I thought you're the type of person who's not willing to sacrifice. It seems you're living an internal conflict stuck between pressing the button and not pressing the button. If you need help on that, you can buy my newest guide on "How to press the button for dummies".

Loveable Kaze wrote:: Let me go with her into the dark

She will never go with you into the dark!
Wake up and seek the light for once,
Behold the mark fluterring in the skies
That she's mine... forevermore.

*giggles wickedly* lol!

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:44 am

Thanks for catching that grammatical error, however, other than that, the rest of your post doesn't even apply to the speaker of the poem. I'm no the one that the poem is talking about. This poem chronicals the life of the speaker as he asks his diary for help with his relationship...and besides...the Button isn't even relevent here.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jul 21, 2008 11:30 am

First you refuse to press the button and now you consider it irrelevant... omg

haha hehe hoho

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Mon Jul 21, 2008 12:56 pm

dan! you meanie.... <3s

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:03 am

Dave! Missing your writings here! Razz

Seriously, other than the fun of picking on ur writing, i do enjoy ur phrasing

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:29 am

tl;dr sry but it looks nice ^^

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:26 am

Wow. The "Hurt" one is really good. Kudos. You can has a pat on the back.

Subject: Re: Some of my writings. Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:52 am

Well, few more poems for y'all. The first one is a favorite of mine, and the other two are the equivalent of doodles....little effort and a vague idea, lol. Enjoy. =D

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Sitting quietly on my shelf
There is a small poppet of a girl.
Her hair is long, straight and brown,
Her glasses perch upon her nose,
Her yellow summer-dress fading in the light.
Her eyes show a quiet intelligence.
She wishes to learn, to see, to understand,
To explore, to love, and to be loved.
But she sits on my shelf instead.
I made this poppet a year ago,
In my spare time, and for fun.
She was dear to me, I cherished her,
But I grew bored, and annoyed,
And I found someone else
That I could hold dear and cherish,
And so I put my former precious on her perch
To observe, but to never see again.
I do not get rid of her though,
Nor do I put her away.
She is a reminder, a testament
To everything that I hold dear,
Because, if it weren’t for that plaything,
I would have never found what I wasn’t looking for.
I love you Sarah.

I’m just another lonely heart
Enlisted in this war to fight
For something I’ve never felt before
Something that simply feels so right
On the bloodstained battlefield
I hear screams and I hear moans
And yet I risk my life out here
Instead of heading home
I know that I could die out here
But to that, I turn my head
Because if I were to turn and run
I’d rather end up dead
I don’t claim to be a hero
But I fight for what I feel
I risk it all every day
When Love’s a battlefield

I’ll draw lines upon my glasses
And gaze up at the stars
And play the stars likes notes in song
On my old guitar
We’ll lay upon my roof awhile
Enjoying the heavenly tunes
That God herself hath weaved above
With all the stars, worlds, and moons
Everywhere I look above
A new song does appear
And I’ll play it for you happily
As long as you are here to hear