Untitled.
If i shall fall before my time
and you shall live as if you;re blind.
Please dont stumble on my sorrow
if you do ther'll be no tomorrow.
And if I choose to rest my head
please dont act as if I'm dead.
Too many times this has been so
when I sink inside my sorrow.
And if you rise and I'm not there,
know that I have allways cared.
For all the love I felt was true
I have allwys been devoted to you.
But if you choose to sleep instead
and cease the pain inside your head.
Know that I'll never think of you
any less than you wanted me too.
And though I'm gone and you still swallow
up your fears about tomorrow.
Know that my ahnd is still there for you
just reach out and take it, and remember my love for you.
[img]http://s3.images.proboards.com/grin.gif" alt=";D" border="0"/> i see you found a use for 'excandescence'! I am still working on it - i think i have it. its just such a big beautiful word - i've tried to slot it into a poem, but i think it deserves its own special poem.
love the latest ones you put up - how old are you? just wondering where you get your inspiration. is alot of your stuff based on experience? i try to use my own experiences, but failing that, i mean, when life is good and i have nothing to whinge about, i use other peoples as inspiration. i just wrote a poem for my sister the other day. she has just ended a really emotionally abusive relationship, so i wrote it based on how i thought she may have been feeling.
keep it up!
nice work kk! ive had some catch up reading to do.....
and what's with so dormant band? is it the band name? -just throwing it out there [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
mysterikat - lol yes i have. I was just thinking about , whatever it was i was thinking about and that word popped into my head. It's such a lovely word!
thankyou. Thay are some of my recent poems and my better poems. I am 14 and im turning 15 in june. I am often thought of as seventeen which i find very funny [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
i am really not sure how i come up with my poetry. Some is from experience, some are just ideas from my mind - others i have no clue where they came from!
i think you should write about that. I mean, if you are having problems with your family or just anything it's good to write it all down cause it just makes you feel better.
siryn - my band has gone a bit dornamt cause its hard cause one of our guitarist goes to another school. We actually have a gig comming up soon *hides in wardrobe* though I doubt it will be that bad.
I must be sleeping.
Blinded my the light
i hold my breath.
I don't want to go this far
into the abyss.
I feel scared
and all alone
and all i want to do
is go back home.
But it's too late now
i've made my choice.
So I step into my future
and follow the voice.
The Music
There is a place where one dreams
of peace and serenity
of tangled trees cleared away
and fearless hunters chasing your anger.
Over the hills and far away
this place dwells in sweet luxury.
It shines under the moon and dissapears under the sun
and in this place life has just begun.
So hear me, and I'll take you to the music in the deepest forrest
I'll take you to the sunset sailing in the wind.
I'll take you to the ruler of this place to earn your stay
I'll wake you up and draw you back to today.
Heathens
''Oh all you heathens
come with us''
beckons the sirens.
''Come to a section
of silence,
And tomorrow we will sleep in peace.''
''I know you hear me''
comes the voices of the forrest,
deeper than the deep blue sea.
''Come you heathens,
bow down to the ruler of the forrest.
Come you heathens,
you idiotic ibecils
'Come to the cool shade,
yes follow me here.''
And we sing
''Tonight at dawn
we cleanse the once we keep
and we swallow the ones we can't.
There is no ruler amoung us!
To rise abouve,
is to commit atrocity!
To all you heathens,
come with us
and we'll cleanse you of your sins!
'Tomorrow at dawn we leave,
and with us you will stay.
For now you are in our keep
untill trustworthy and clean we say you are!''
''So now you heathens,
If you follow our voices
in silence.
And nobody is hurt,
it's an alliance.
Maybe we'll set you free!''
Hold On Me
I feel strained to watch you here
Your lifeless wrath is bound by macabre fear.
And sometimes I feel
Like infinity is taking too long.
My sleep is tangled in song
I can't bear to be alone.
This tune is played by ear
But I'm blind and cannot hear
I've just no other way to hear your cries.
Hear dear, this time won’t take too long.
Stay near, don’t let go of the song.
Cease your fear, your pain won’t last that long
Just keep your hold on me.
And even though you’re missing and nothing’s clear
And my life is bound to you, by immortal fear.
But sometimes I fear
Like infinity is taking too long
Because my sleep is tangled in song
I just can’t bear to be alone.
This tune is played by ear
But I'm blind and cannot hear
I've just no other way to hear your cries.
Hear dear, this time won’t take too long.
Stay near, don’t let go of the song.
Cease your fear, your pain won’t last that long
Just keep your hold on me.
The core[/b]
I've been feeling this way
there's nothing to say
to ignor it
And I've been fading away
I'm lost in today
and I can't find my way back home
Cause I try
and I fail
and i do anything that you want me to
but everything you do just hurts me even more
There's no trail
cause all the lies that you leave have gone away
every little thing just burns me to the core
The lies that you told to me
are like a story
that you dont want to be told
And I (and I) am scared (am scared)
cause what if they escape
and escallate to even more?
Cause I try
and I fail
and i do anything that you want me to
but everything you do just hurts me even more
There's no trail
cause all the lies that you leave have gone away
every little thing just burns me to the core
They, they burn me deep into the core
and every little thing I do ignites them more
every little thing I do to stop them
every single thing I do to stop you
from burning me, inflamates them even more
So I try
and I fail
and i do anything that you want me to
but everything you do just hurts me even more
There's no trail
cause all the lies that you leave have gone away
every little thing just burns me to the core
Stay Unsmiling
1
Knotted in fury
depressed with failure.
Caught in the jury
who find me guilty.
coda
Oh I try to tell them that I am not at fault
but they seem to think that I am lying even more.
Do they really even care?
Or are they playing games?
I don't think they even care
they just do it for the fame.
chorus
I am caught in the web of lies
there's no reason for this - I haven't been tried.
I'm not guilty I'm just worried for my life.
I'm not being funny, I can't even smile.
2
This bind that holds me
is alight with fire.
The mental tangled mess I'm in
is like barbed wire.
coda
Oh I try to tell them that I am not at fault
but they seem to think that I am lying even more.
Do they really even care?
Or are they playing games?
I don't think they even care
they just do it for the fame.
chorus
I am caught in the web of lies
there's no reason for this - I haven't been tried.
I'm not guilty I'm just worried for my life.
I'm not being funny, I can't even smile.
No more games
no more fame
there's no glitter
in this shame.
It's not funny
I'm not laughing
I'm just worried
I'm being blamed.
I'm just tortured
I'm just threatened
why sould I even try?
Try to save my life.
chorus
I am caught in the web of lies
there's no reason for this - I haven't been tried.
I'm not guilty I'm just worried for my life.
I'm not being funny, I can't even smile.
The One Lady She Be
Dangerous
and deceptive.
White crimson marks her name.
Illuminous touch
rough and innerving
marks her as her shame.
And when the river flows as one
we will call her home.
And when the starlight shines once more
we will sing her song
call her home.
A little carefree
innocent?
Rotten to the core.
Macarbe tears flowing
around her
like a gown made to ignor.
Because her tears aren't right
because her tears aren't rain
oh sing the song again.
And when the river flows as one
we will call her home.
And when the starlight shines once more
we will sing her song
call her home.
Call her home to midnight tower
call her home to midnight shower.
Call her back to where she' s weeping
away from those young 'uns who're sleeping.
Call her back we regret what we said.
We long to touch her we wont be mad.
And when the rain falls we
we will call her home
call her home.
And when the river flows as one
we will call her home.
And when the starlight shines once more
we will sing her song
call her home.
your poems are on the bit dark/sad side. just out of curiosity, are u a goth or emo or something.
lol. I am goth. I have never been asked that question before because of my poetry.
Macarbe
Tasty, nasty, messy, inhuman.
Sometimes beautiful.
If blood is the river of life
then why has mine dried up?
No longer flowing
through the deepest forrest of my veins.
It's a winter wonderland now
ice capped and trecherous
snow falling softly
as blood is slowely dripping.
Frozen, bleak, it is painfull yet desired.
Wonderous yet macarbe
yet macarbe is my friend.
May 20, 2006, 4:55pm[/url], Kaylan-R[/url] wrote:lol. I am goth. I have never been asked that question before because of my poetry.[/quote]
Really? That's odd - I knew you were goth the moment I started reading some of your poems. They have that uneasy mix of romance and torture. Of course, romance could be considered to be torture, but that's another story. Perhaps it's because most people see you first and you dress goth?
oh my! I loved the one about the Lady - its beautiful. your words painted such a real picture in my mind. i could literally see her in all her pain and naked glory.
i loved these lines:
And when the river flows as one
we will call her home.
And when the starlight shines once more
we will sing her song
call her home.
its just so wonderfully dark and poetic. so sad.
funny, i knew you were a goth too, like Artic, just by reading your poems...
love your work. i'd ;love to hear your band. do you perform some of your poems? i'm asking cause i notice so many of them have chorus' and coda's. i can almost hear the music around your words - what sort of music do you guys play? i'm guessing opera/soulful rock?
nothing meant by it i was just wondering.
it never occured to me you might be goth (kinda explains why you like some of my pictures really). -btw, i need clarification on 'emo' is it eee-mo. is THAT how you pronounce it? what does it mean? another thing -i aint musical so i need you to explain what 'coda' means please.
wow so many comments!!
Firstly to AF: well its kind of funny the way some people can guese how someone else is by just the way they write. I like mixing romance and torture because they just seem to come together in some of my poems.
I do dress goth and so people notice I am goth before they read anything I write, but I like people to read my writings first before they see me just so they can have their own opinion about me.
thankyou.
To MysteriKat:
Isn't it funny how you can just tell?:p I think it is [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/smiley.gif" alt=":)" border="0"/>
Thankyou heaps!!! We perform some, but not as much as I's like. My friend who is also in the band is kind of emo/punk and I hate her music and she hates mine lol. I don't know how we manage to stay in a band together lol
I'd like to perfprm more opera and soulfull rock but we just don't get around to it. We have so many dissagreements on what we should play it's not funny, but ah well.....maybe someday I'll win her over [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
To GA(Siryn):
That's funny but not, I mean, I might not be goth and still write the way I do. And I LOVE your pictures:P
Emo is like ee-mo, but not a long e sound. Like Elmo but drop the 'l'. Emo is like a branch from goth. Firstly these were swampies, that is an old name for goth, then goth's we're like lets branch out and make a new name, which was goth. Then some goths we're like, goth is all gloomy and not that fun so they decided to be more happy and fun. That's the old emo. Now the modern day emo is like pink shirts and tight black pinstripe shirts with hair swept over one eye. Bit pathetic how they don't really smile. But there are some fun happy emo's who just like the emo clothing and wear it and smile. Then they are called try hard goths which is kind of stupid. But ah well...
Coda is like a mini chorus, like it's repeated before the chorus. Maybe ther'es a really captivation line in your poem and song and so you repeat it again before or after the chorus.
Thankyou all!!!!
The Tasteless Tale
Broken wings
a tasteless tale
sometimes I wish to tell.
I sing a song
of lifeless beauties
they can't remember their own life.
And when dawn turns to night
we remeber the sweet day,
Inbetween the sleeping and the frayed.
The dreams and sleepless nights,
the ghosts we cannot fight.
If we are ghosts then surely we can find
the answerd to these questions.
Bleak and dark
are the nights
in which I cannot find
a way
to tell you all of my tale
lost in time.
But I'll fill find the missing pieces
before time is old
before time is cold
before time is gone
gone for the night.
The glass door breaks
the cold hand shakes
resting on the mantle.
I wrote the song
before the last Time
but now It's lost and I can't remember the tale.
And when dawn turns to night
we remeber the sweet day,
Inbetween the sleeping and the frayed.
The dreams and sleepless nights,
the ghosts we cannot fight.
If we are ghosts then surely we can find
the answerd to these questions.
Bleak and dark
are the nights
in which I cannot find
a way
to tell you all of my tale
lost in time.
But I'll fill find the missing pieces
before time is old
before time is cold
before time is gone
gone for the night.
In time I fray
in time I break.
I catch the breath of the life I was young.
In time I pray
that I'll see another day.
But I know that there's no helping me now
I know the pieces will never be found
I know they're buiried deep into the ground.
So into the ground I go,
to seek the missing find.
The song of the sound
A pale moonlight walks
amoung the saddened eyes
amoung the saddened souls.
A pain that's everlasting
a pain that's everchanging
lays amoung the saddened songs.
Who will be there when I leave?
Who will stay for me and grieve?
And who will blunt the candle down,
who will diminish my soul from the sound?
A tasteless kiss is done
I belive those lips were mine
I belive my soul lay in pieces now.
Who stole my evercloak?
Who stole my beads of joy?
Who stole my scroll of saddened songs?
Who will be there when I leave?
Who will stay for me and grieve?
And who will blunt the candle down,
who will diminish my soul from the sound?
Who stole my breath?
Who stole my hearth?
Who stole my lead?
Who stole my heart?
Not another song!
Not another lie!
It's a windowless sky
It's a saddened cry.
Who will be there when I leave?
Who will stay for me and grieve?
And who will blunt the candle down,
who will diminish my soul from the sound?
Sorrow at my Table
How can I ever feel again?
Gone is my hope
blinded by my lies.
Please can you tell the story again
and bring back what I once lost.
Bring back what I cherished the most, cherished the most.
Oh the tale is old now
Sorrow still sits at my table,
dining with me.
And what a beautiful sight that was
I've found something that I once lost.
And It wasn't my hope, it wasn't my hope.
Oh the tale is old now
oh...my hope has passed away.
Gone is my smile
blinded by my lies.
Please can you tell the story again
and bring back what I once lost, what I cherished the most, cherished the most.
And oh, the Raven sings to me,
with me, at my table.
Whilse I'm dinning along, dinning along.
I'm allways alone, allways alone.
Once
''Fear is what she feeds on,
entombing all who she loves.
Once guided by the mercenary aesthetics
now forced to adorn the lies.''
Once more she is disguised by the deciever
Once more she is determined to defeat the fiend.
One last chance to take what she deserves,
she at least deserves to proceed with her incarnation
''Her relapse forces her to relinquish her soul
entombing all she regards.
The aegis of the affalable people who adore her
are adapt of admiration.''
Once more she is disguised by the deciever
Once more she is determined to defeat the fiend.
One last chance to take what she deserves,
she at least deserves to proceed with her incarnation
And once more fear is what she feeds one,
entombing all who she loves.
The aegisis of the affalable people who adore her
are adept at disguising the lies.
Even In Death
Even in death our pain grows stronger,
that world in which we once dwelt
didn't cure us enough.
And our minds have left us peacefully,
not like growing rages in our mind
which we once conquered.
And even in death as we lie on our rose beds
we will sigh for our better world.
And even when we take our last breath
and let go our our love's hand
we know, peace will be, in better world.
Even in death our lives do quiver
the memories we built will wither.
Our thoughts will erase carefully,
so perfectly we wont understand.
And even in death as we lie on our rose beds
we will sigh for our better world.
And even when we take our last breath
and let go our our love's hand
we know, peace will be, in better world.
And even in death we can't lay down our head,
at the end, it's a surprise.
We don't know it's comming, we cannot start running
for even in death....the sun doesn't rise.
the thing i love about poetry is that it is a form with so many layers. thats what i love about your work - a line, a word, can mean so many things, depending on the context.
i really loved the last one you put up - its very mysterious and shadowed with emotion. you should publish! you must have so many poems written - and you're only 14! honestly, the way you write, and your subject and pretext, makes you seem so much older. i could never have written the way you do when i was 14 - its a struggle sometimes, now, and i'm 27. i think when you're young, its easier in a way. what i found was that once i got older and had to really start operating as an adult (all the boring 'pay the bills' kind of stuff) my creativity kind of took a back seat [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/cry.gif" alt=":'(" border="0"/>- it was still there, i just needed to find space and time to let it out.
so my sagely advice - write as much as you can before you get to the stage when you have to set aside time to write!
but, i can only say, that i think your creative spark will not burn out! your poems are amazing. i love to read them! you have such an enormous talent with words - anyone can write poems if they have too (i made my year 8 class do it - they hated it, but they found they could do it) but not everyone can write such great poems like yours.
keep it up - i regret not getting into writing poetry until i was older - its really only been the last few years (i guess after i'd had my heart broken and life felt really crappy) that i was able to do it.
That is what i find too. Sometimes i write two poems and use the same adjective, but they can mean different things entirely.
Thankyou, i wrote it, um, seven minutes ago I think, or maybe more [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
lol, i am not sure i will publish it, but i would love to! A bog book of my poetry sounds lovely!
lol, its funny that i am 14, i will be 15 soon - on the 19th of june! lol
I think you've just got to sit down and think. What do i really wnat to write about? how do i go about it? That is what i think sometimes and it's really helpfull.
lol, thankyou so much. I wouldn't say amazing, but I've certainly been told I am an inspiration which made me so proud!
Well it just depends on who wants to change the world, who wants to decribe what;s happening in their life?
I will. I think you should write whenever you get the chance to. Though i guese after your heart was broken you have more room and freedom to express yourslef. It all starts with the right words.