Another recent poem This one was a bit harder to put onto paper, something that I've held within for 3 years now.
Whisper
Whisper
What would you look like If you were here today? Would you have My eyes? Or his? The life that never lived. The breath that didn't breathe.
Your wayward soul, Has been cast back to sea Adrift in the abyss. Maybe we'll meet again; The future awaits, Your past not yet known. Memories to come, Bruises to heal, Nightmares to fend off. You'll see. I'll be waiting for you, My child to be.
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Wow. I... that was very deep. I didn't entirely know what the hell was going on, but that's what poems are supposed to do. Ever send a few of these to the New Yorker? They'd eat this stuff up like breakfast cereal.
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Thank you for your comments. No I've not, I've never even heard of the New Yorker. I'm assuming it's a publishing company of some sort? Stay tuned, I seem to be in a writing groove lately, may yet pop out with some more poetry.
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Um... sort of. It's an upper-classy "cultured" magazine that takes a lot of freelance work. Short fiction, news articles, poetry, little one-panel comics, the works. By "cultured", I mean that everything is either post-modern, unconventional, or filled with words so bad that they shouldn't be repeated within earshot of high school sophomores.
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Another recent poem This one was a bit harder to put onto paper, something that I've held within for 3 years now.
Whisper
Whisper
What would you look like If you were here today? Would you have My eyes? Or his? The life that never lived. The breath that didn't breathe.
Your wayward soul, Has been cast back to sea Adrift in the abyss. Maybe we'll meet again; The future awaits, Your past not yet known. Memories to come, Bruises to heal, Nightmares to fend off. You'll see. I'll be waiting for you, My child to be.
After x number of months of being away.....reading these poems only gets better. Its always the first two lines.....and that's what captivates it as always ! Beautifully said Lit.....
Thank you Dark! Glad to see you floating around again(btw in the process of downloading your game!). I'm glad you've enjoyed my recent poetry works - if you're interested, I've also updated my short stories thread with some recent work as well.
@TheBen I'll definitely be looking into it, thank you for the tip!
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Whisper has the perfect title for this sort of poem. It is clearly emotional and fills the reader's mind with all sorts of questions. This is perfect, as poems are meant to either be romantic/emotional or to create inquisitive minds; this one does both. ^^ Short and sweet, but also eerily hopeful. I like! :3
Another day Another meal skipped. Just need more time, More time to study More time to work.
Another test Another late night. Just need more time, More time to cram More time to stress.
I give all I have I give until it hurts. They take They have They want. What do I want?
More food in the fridge More money for bills More time for me More time for you.
Malice
Malice
Your words are daggers Ready to strike, Aimed to hurt. Pure rage blinds, Arrogance becomes ignorance. The verbal beating Pummels the soul; Tormented by your pain.
Between a rock And a hard place. Wanting to help, Assist in any way. Hands are tied, Unable to support.
Guilt is stifling, A slow drowning death. I bleed inside Unable to share. The painted smile, That adorns this puppet Is all you ever see.
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Been a while again. Creative drive just isn't present while I'm in school; tests and studying robs me >.< New poem, Conflicted. Hope you enjoy ^-^
Conflicted
Conflicted
Hide and seek The game you must play If you wish to pass, Beyond the boundaries, Of these walls That I’ve created.
Keep the world At arms length. Select few Are granted access; My inner sanctum. The private refuge, Protects the heart That loves too much; An easy victim.
My lips are sealed Even when they Wish to speak; Truth is freedom, But would you listen Or simply scorn? Could I speak What’s on my mind?
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Been a while again, triple update this time. Enjoy
Sanctum
Sanctum
Two sides Of the same coin One is light, The other is dark, United in duality. One and the same, Together, maintain a balance Harmony.
Separated, Chaos ensues. Embracing one But not the other; Self destruction, despair, Lost hope. Welcome the self imposed Lies and deceit. Fool the fools, And suppress reality; Your inner beast.
The monster lies within Each and every one. Inner strength for some Outer beauty for others. A source of shame For those that scorn. Pity not the child That doesn’t fear himself Pity the blind that can’t see, Their own true strength.
Tarnished
Tarnished
Drama Queens and hypocrites The world is your oyster For the chaos you spew. Your words are a plague Your ignorance is a weapon, Destroying those around you With wreckless abandon. To you, everything matters And nothing at all.
It’s all a game; mere childs play, To be used and abused Broken and tarnished, Discarded like trash.
Do you care at all For that which you ruin? Take for granted Those that loved and cherished; Those that longed for your smile. Open your eyes, Take a step back and see That which is right here. You’re not the only one Weighed down and constricted.
Stutter
Stutter
To speak, or not to speak, That is the question When your tongue is tied. Unable to make a move Or say what’s really on my mind. A thousand words, One simple sentence That I cannot utter.
Silent barriers surround and confine, Divide and separate. Knock one down, Another is formed. We dance a fine line, Between now and later; Will we take the chance, Or miss the opportunity completely?
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I don't feel comfortable critiquing your works (so I wont ) but I did notice you use free verse a lot, do you ever try writing in any strict forms? They can be a little constricting (especially ones like the villanelle or the sestina) but often have satisfying rhythms, and they become a method of conveying something without using words (the idea of 'silent talking' is something I find entertaining) like the use of a heroic couplet denoting satire/seriousness or the sonnets fame for love poetry. Anyways, just something I hope you'll consider, its good to challenge yourself as a writer, though you're clearly doing fine alone
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I don't feel comfortable critiquing your works (so I wont ) but I did notice you use free verse a lot, do you ever try writing in any strict forms? They can be a little constricting (especially ones like the villanelle or the sestina) but often have satisfying rhythms, and they become a method of conveying something without using words (the idea of 'silent talking' is something I find entertaining) like the use of a heroic couplet denoting satire/seriousness or the sonnets fame for love poetry. Anyways, just something I hope you'll consider, its good to challenge yourself as a writer, though you're clearly doing fine alone
Not comfortable, why? O_o I have tried stricter forms when it comes to poetry, and it's not something I seem to do very well alas -_-' stricter forms 'cage' my creativity and I always end up fumbling the idea, emotion etc that I'm attempting to write about. Free verse allows me to let loose and arrange my thoughts as they come. That being said, I still play around with other forms, but if I'm not satisfied with the end result, they don't see the light of day xD
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Not comfortable, why? O_o I have tried stricter forms when it comes to poetry, and it's not something I seem to do very well alas -_-' stricter forms 'cage' my creativity and I always end up fumbling the idea, emotion etc that I'm attempting to write about. Free verse allows me to let loose and arrange my thoughts as they come. That being said, I still play around with other forms, but if I'm not satisfied with the end result, they don't see the light of day xD
If it was something else I wouldn't have a problem being critical but when its open verse there's very little talk about other than the content itself and there's nothing to say about that as you wrote what you want already. I don't pander to people but I'm not going to be aimlessly critical either and say that 'this should be this' or 'that could be that' when you're already satisfied with what you have. Its the reason I brought up form really, its sorta like the math of poetry that is either right or it isn't. I know what you mean though, strict form was a pain during my (already forced -_-) 'creative' writing modules. Always having to substitute a word to fit the metre or fulfill the rhyme scheme is a distraction I suppose, but being able to write in a constricting method is sort of another way to show your ability and style. Its kinda like each form is an instrument, capable of producing this or that sound easier than the others but they can all still do things that aren't 'natural' to them, and its by experimenting with them that the most innovative music is created.
Congratulations on the award btw
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It's been a while once again, finally finished the second year of my program! Being free from school is liberating, but I miss it :< Wrote a new poem the other day, please enjoy!
The Game
The Game
How do you continue When the ground underfoot Has shattered and crumbled? The path ahead Broken and twisted. Mind your step Lest you fall, again. Stumbling blindly Grasping desperately For something to hold onto, Someone, anyone. Don’t let me slip.
The air has been stolen From my lungs. The light has been taken From these eyes. Aloof and jaded.
Day to night Night into day. Time slows to a crawl For the mind that wonders And torments, The one that over analyzes From every angle. None of it matters. What’s done is done. Bygones are bygones. The ball has been passed, And the game has begun.
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Good to see you again. ^^
The Game is a neat little poem, and I like it because it's not talking about a game in the sense that most people might expect when reading the title before the poem, however its meaning is definitely "a game" of sorts. Very descriptive and emotional, and well written.
It's wonderful to have my muse back in full swing ^-^ expect to see some WiP excerpts from me in the next few weeks or so, hopefully. For now, enjoy this latest poem that I wrote after a lovely dinner with family (Canadian Thanksgiving, mmmmm stuffing, pumpkin pie and chicken!)
Deepfreeze
Deepfreeze
The sensitive soul Longs and craves affection; Love from another. You play an intricate game, Plucking at the heart strings, Toying with the ones That long to share Their love and loyalty.
Back and forth Deceitful dance; Hot and cold. You want You push. Drive away your desire.
Anguish ensues As you attempt to ignore, The direct cause Of your actions. Responsibility is yours. Confess. Yet you deny. Deny and run.
Who cares What you tarnish In the process? Do you?
Recede behind your walls Carefully constructed Of ice and sleet. So cold it burns. Chase away The outside world. Lash out At those You've drawn near, Only to protect That which You want to share
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