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Until ThenWhen I spend time alone with you,
And it’s just you and I,
I love the freedom from the view
Of us in public eye.
Do they've a right to chastise us
Just for being in love?
They've no reason to start a fuss,
Or think themselves above.
But we've no reason to listen
To anything they say.
Someday, their critique will be done-
We’ll be free on that day.
Until then, we shall persevere,
You and I, side by side.
Until then, we shall stand right here,
Until that turn of tide.
My Love's GiftWhen you and I stand side by side,
I always feel at ease.
As if the fear inside me died,
By you, brought to its knees.
It’s as if my deep love for you
Allows me to be brave.
You help me see the world anew,
From its peaks to its caves.
You’ve shown me all the worlds splendour,
I’ve seen it thanks to you.
And thanks to your love so tender,
I’ve found my true love too.
My partner, I’d like to thank you
For giving this to me-
All these wondrous sights, old and new,
And for making me free.
The RiverWhen I gaze forth at the river,
It often changes form.
At sometimes it’s but a sliver,
At others, like a storm.
When but a sliver, it stays calm,
The picture of tranquil.
Like this, there’s little it could harm,
It’s very nearly still.
But when it moves as if a storm,
Its true power is shown.
This power can make hope forlorn,
And can’t be overblown.
To think that such a deadly force
Is so ready to change-
Its choice in choosing its own course
To us, always seems strange.
His QuestionWhen I am asked by my dearest
Just why I fell for him,
I think what reason is clearest,
And which ones are more dim.
Do I love him for his deep eyes
That calm me down so well?
Or do I love his lack of lies
That in me rings a bell?
Of course, there is his sweet smile
That I love very much.
And then there’s his unique style
That leaves me with a blush.
His forgiveness contributes too,
His heart so sweet and pure,
His innocence, so free from rue,
These all took part, I’m sure.
But without all these things of his,
My love I’d still adore.
I love him just for who he is,
And couldn’t ask for more.
Summers DayLet it be knows that on this summers day,
My love and I finally joined as one.
Our love, it seems, has now found its own way,
Our worries and our fears finally gone.
We joined as one the same place that we met,
The place I shall remember all my life,
The place with the best treasure I could get,
The place that now has freed me from my strife.
It seems we are finally freed from grief,
Without it, we are free to live our lives.
It is gone, as if stolen by a thief.
With it gone, our love can now at last thrive.
We can now begin our lives together,
Knowing that our love will last forever.
LuckNot a thing will ever stop me
From loving you this way.
Right by your side I’ll always be,
No matter what they say.
Such is the love I feel for you,
Words cannot describe it.
People like us, there are so few,
Yet we’re a perfect fit.
Were we lucky that fateful day
That the two of us met?
Would we have met some other way-
Would that have happened yet?
If it was luck or entwined fates,
It matters not to me.
What does is we don’t have to wait
For our true love to be.
For now that we have each other
And have fallen in love,
We’re safe in loves joyous cover,
And fly free as if doves.
What we LackThe bird ascends on shining wing,
Knowing that it is free.
It’s free to live, and fly, and sing,
And let be what will be.
It’s free from such frivolous things
That give we humans grief.
For us, things so simple can sting,
Even if they are brief.
It ascends high into the sky,
So free from all our fears.
It flies beyond the naked eye,
Never shedding a tear.
Its freedom is to be envied
By people so held back.
The one thing that can’t be levied-
That freedom which we lack…
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
The Darkness Takes Time. I hate birds.
Serpents always crawl out of their eyes.
Lice fall from their terrible heads,
Fire scaling out of mouth,
Every bird, terrible.
Grotesque beings walking amongst those who can't see,
Odd deity's for the sinner's devilish worship,
Odd methods for the sinner's dark sacrifice.
Deep chasms instead of eyes.
Basic horrors out of every nightmare,
Another slash to add to your others,
Darkness at it's finest..
Follow the first Letter down. ^.^ Something will show up, did you see it before I pointed it out?
If you did, then the darkness is an old friend, huh?
De ManneligoAnte lucem primam quondam,
Ante aves incipebant cantare,
Mulier trolli gentis lingua falsa iuvenem
Pulchrem in matrimonium petevit.
"Mannelige, Mannelige, ducisne me
In matrimonium pro quod do te?
Enim tua uxor esse libenter volo!
Audi meas verbas, dice certe vel nolo
Dabo te duodecim equos magnificos illos
Quos ibi pascitur in sivula
Nonumquam sunt sellam imposti
Nonumquam habuerunt frenos
Dabo te duodecim bonas molas
Quas stant inter Tillum et Ternum
Facti sunt de aere rubro,
Rotaeque argentatae sunt
Dabo te gladium auratum,
De quindecem anulo resonat.
Si feris id in proelio,
Semper pugnam vinciet.
Dabo te tunicam novissimam
Nitida optima causa vestiendi est!
Non suitur cum acu et filo
Sed de nivessimo bombyce facta est."
"Libenter acciperem tuas muneres
Si mulier christiana esses.
Sed pessima trolla monte es
De subole diabolis et daemonis.
Trolla monte saliet ex porta
Uluavit et clamavit magna voce:
"Potesssem habere caellebe pulchrum,
Liberaremur ex meum tormentum!
GreeterAll damnation be amazed
How quickly I contract
The ebb from open wounds results
As I forced to interact
She sways in place on chain of lies
And bleeds the words of agony
Upheaval in our short combine
As tears in fragile sanctity
She gains no peace from captured crowd
Whose courage dwindles steadily
A fading comfort in the share
Or knowing how to be ready
She tells how with a whip and blade
Presenting fact and title
Will deem you worthy of the place
And grant you leave of rivals
She shows from screams and open graves
The acts a failure ends
Depression fled from glassy eyes
As punishment suspends
Curse eschew down to the bone
Instead cut at my veins
My body given up its fight
Its royal lines in lanes
But she is one a prisoner
Grounded with texts arcane
She merely sends her burdens West
With scarlet setting flames
And in that light resigned am I
Entered through shaded veil
To meet the greeter without choice
Describing my face pale
With warnings held like blazing brands
In fingers red and
Nor Ever Shall I DepartIn this place I do abide,
a place where angels fear to tread.
Here they do not dare to stride
although the demons all have fled.
Once they all did wallow and hide
in this lair where they were born and bred.
But I uttered the predominant chide
I govern here instead.
A place He built of stone and fire,
a place deep within the earth.
What for them was torturous pyre
is, for me, a home and hearth.
In this home I feel no harm,
though its fires made others weep.
And its brimstone will me embalm
as I lay me down to sleep.
-"Nor Ever Shall I Depart"
La balada de Tomoko Kuroki
En un rincón sombrío
De la oscura habitación
Combatiendo su hastío
Viendo la televisión
Tendida sobre la cama
Está la niña Tomoko
El yaoi que tanto ama
Le tiene sorbido el coco
Se oye jadear su resuello
Con la amargura en el buche
Sobre la cara el cabello
Cubre ojeras de mapache
(Le pasa factura su vicio)
Que se la pasa encerrada
Sin un pequeño resquicio
En su existencia enclaustrada
En la prepa se lamenta
Y se siente ninguneada
Bulle dentro una tormenta
Acuciada por la duda
Obligada la pregunta
Que se ha de formular
Ella gime y barrunta
-¿Por qué yo no soy popular?-
Una idea se le comparte
Se le ocurre de repente,
Si la vida imita al arte
Acude a su mejor fuente
-¿Qué no sé yo del amor?
¿De los romances de escuela?
¡Triunfaré con gran honor!-
Dice la ingenua chicuela
Quiso entonces que su vida
Fuera como en la ficción
Cada lección aprendida
Le dará la dirección
Para que al final
After School SpecialClicking, clanking dishes, steaming in the sink
Sprayed clean, scrubbed down, left to dry.
Chatter, voices hushed and bellowing,
Fills his ears as he focuses on the teacher’s “Why?”
Written down on the page, sipping from his drink
To buy some time while he tries, tries to think.
Questions more complex than they ever used to be
They were easy once upon a time; the A’s as good as free
The answers coming to him with ease and simplicity.
Now there’s a thesis on Thursday and a test Tuesday
And both are weighed down with a ton of context
That must be unwound, like a surgeon who dissects
To remove a life-saving organ to keep the disease at bay.
It would be easier, I suppose, if he could focus.
If he was motivated from a more interior locus.
A rustle of paper, a tap of a pen; tick-click, click-tick,
Shift in the chair with clear discomfort; starts to pick
At a piece of peeling polish on the hardwood surface
That attracts his attention and gives him a purp
EraseLead crow flapped its wings and flew,
Fled to the heaven for ideas long gone,
Bed so lonely and cold by myself,
Shred up my pages and hope thereon.
Knocking on my pencil to get in,
Flocking birds to peck at my brain,
Mocking up at me from the desk,
Locking an image in order to feign.
Blow the confusion from off my paper,
Snow that spread to hide the depiction,
No longer what needed to be drawn,
Beux of today just a work of fiction.
ApplesEating apples is dangerous:
One bite will take your breath.
Each apple is a chance for us
To meet and conquer Death.
The Sleeping Death will take you,
Your Prince will come and find you.
An act of True Love will wake you,
He follows right behind you.
A kiss is an act of True Love,
But so is taking the bite;
You'll die and then, you'll live again
When you wake to Heaven's Light.
They say eating apples is foolish,
It will put you in your grave,
But in truth it's an act of Courage -
Eating apples, dear, is brave.
So when the Witch hands you the Apple,
You already knew.
"Just one bite, and all your dreams will come true-"
And they do.
The CrowTonight I am plagued
by you from long ago
and by my heart so alone
and my soul as cold as coal.
I simply cannot forget
These memories haunt me so
You've forgotten loving me
Now I'm a craven crow.
My soul wanders these plains
Where mere men cannot go.
Where black becomes white
and high becomes low.
Where those like me
are left to dwell in woe.
I'm haunted by
the visions I'm seeing
I tell myself
I must be dreaming
but I cannot help
but wondering, fearing
these ghosts stand beside me leering
their red eyes peer
right through me searing.
I can't go on.
I'm on this roof so high
that I could fly
Just one more step,
I could try.
One last wish,
One more lie
Boiling overAlone up there in the tower,
The lady is locked up.
That poor, sweet, innocent flower,
How long must she be stuck?
The lady waits for her brave knight
To save her from this strife.
Battle the dragon, win the fight,
And take her as his wife.
And so it happens, as she wished,
Though this was not her dream.
It feels as though she’s left adrift,
While he is left agleam.
She’s left there in his shadow,
Not left her own person.
He sets a path, and she follows,
For she is not a burden.
Until one day she tells him
The error of his ways.
That she is not an item,
And this is what she says:
“It has come to my attention
What you have done to me.
So now I’m going to mention
What I think you can’t see.
I’m no trophy, my dearest knight.
You now need to see that.
I haven’t quite escaped my plight,
It’s not yet in my past.
You’ve treated me as some object
Since I have been your wife.
I wish I could gain your respect
With my own way of life.
A poem about damsels in distress - because they annoy me.
Yeah, I know, this is a bit of a change of pace, but the mood just struck me to write a poem about something like this.
Bit of a disclaimer here as well, I'm not female, I just wanted to get this out here.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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