Falcon2001

Love crawls serpentine

Flowing into cracks unknown

Filling up spaces inside

Then leaving without apology.

Nature abhors a vacuum

Inside me - unnatural?

Life seems odd and dis

joint

ed

at times. Love hurts

Ending the pain brings more

in a cycle of freudian auspicions

I crawl inside my filmy soul

Wrapping myself in gauzy sin

My poetic mind fascinates itself

Drawing ever inward, spinning spirals

convolate and irrigate my mind with chaos

Ever inward - outward is odd

Odd?

*snap, snap*

"We never really did learn to just chat

With each other. But now the silences

Don’t hurt. Now we can let them sit empty"

You know this started out sounding like an explanation for all the Idlers in #thepen

Unfortunately nothing more to say, good poem though

[chibi] We love you, Salinye! [/chibi]

Nobody saw that. Period.

I don't really know what to say to this, but I do think it's an excellent poem. I didn't quite catch the rhythm pattern, but often I'm the only one who catches it in my poetry, so it's all good. The overall mood of the poem is something I can identify with, too.

I stand alone in my heart

With a jar so full of tears

I let them flow into the sea

Comingling with the years

I let go of my hatred and

I let go of my strife

All I want is peace of mind

I just want to live my life

I've forgiven the friends I never had

I've forgiven the ones who made me sad

I watch my anger flow away

Bourne on your gentle waves

I thank you for the life I lead

And for my soul you died to save

I sit alone but I'm not sad

I'm forgiven and renewed

My heart is purified by love

I've finally reached what I pursued

I've forgiven myself for going astray

I've forgiven the enemies I made

This is a testament to truth

And the joy that love can bring

Forgiving is so hard to do

But when you do it's just the thing

To help you up when you are down

I'd fallen so far into the pain

I hope I can portray the love

And how my fighting was not in vain

I've forgiven the ones that did me wrong

I've forgiven the dischord in the song

I've forgiven the things you did to me

I've forgiven you, though you won't forgive me.

Eh, I'm getting all sappy and spiritual lately. Either way, I hope that this left some sort of message for people. Not my best work but I hope it at least bring a little peace to someone.

Excellent poem, Jonathan. As I was reading I was trying to see what sort of bird it was - I had the image of a seagull originally. The Albatross is a much better symbol of nautical freedom though, glad you used it

The vocabulary on this is excellent, as well. A lot of these words I'm hard-pressed to use when asked, nevertheless in a poem.

Excellent poem, D. I get the image of a desert scene, with a poor lost wandering soul being tormented along his way by mirages and voices.

I understand where you're coming from, and the inner strength needed to overcome such hardships is hard to come by. Search for an inner power and use it to your advantage.

Excellent Poem, DragonQueen. I understand where you're coming from on this one, and you used the word ne'er beautifully. Sometimes you need to stop and try and remember whether or not you are who you think you are. It's an excellent point to ponder when you're bored.

I, too, am a little annoyed by commentary or lack thereof - BUT seeing as how I rarely comment on other people's poetry, I can't exactly complain much, can I?

My last two poems in the banquet hall are still sitting there at 0 replies each, and realistically I suppose this is a bit of cruel irony. I should really start replying to more - and I'm guilty myself of only saying 'Great poem, keep up the good work' but often it's because I don't want to analyze something good...oftentimes that ruins it for me - Lord of the Flies anyone? After we got done taking that book apart in english I hated it with a passion.

Either way I suppose I'll start to write better responses to other people's work, and I encourage everyone else to do so, too.

Well, it is finals week for the high schools, at least around here, so that could have to do with less posting lately.

Cover your bases and protect your king

You're in control now - it's a sure thing

You never lose but you never win either

What's the point of a game with a saddened winner?

I play to lose, I go in unprepared

Play the game with a casual style and flair

When the loser's the one with the grin on his face

I prefer to lose happy than to win with disgrace

I dance around subjects and step on the nouns

I never present an edge that isn't round

I'm enamoured with predicates, adverbs too

If I'm in the battle I'm never too blue

Life's just a game and you don't need to win

The endings the same either way that you end

Dispose of the old lines and bring in the new

I hate to sound cattish, but the loser is you

I play to lose and show up to the fight

With a sharp wit by my side - a lyrical knight

My armor is rusted and my helmet's askew

But I always emerge happier than you

We'll duel with words and parry the thrust

We'll argue and fight and bark our disgust

We hide behind pronouns and attack upon sight

But I have no trouble sleeping in the dark of the night

Just a poem about arguing. I never come to an argument prepared. I just cut and slash my way through it

Either way, enjoy.

Excellent bit of work, Doom. I especially liked the second stanza with the cloud bit. Very good.

I walked along a bitter road

My fingers carved of ice

I wandered where no one would go

And ne'er threw the dice

I held my pain like lovers, dear

And closer than my friends

I thought that in my sorrow I

Could learn to live again

I lied to everyone I knew

I cheated, stole and cursed

I hungered for a simple cure

Answers to slake my thirst

Pain was the greatest part of me

It grew inside my heart

I never knew just how to heal

I never knew to start

But love was there for me always

My friends were always there

They loved me in the special way

That only friends can share

The pain I felt in my past life

Is everlasting, true

But love is so much more than that

'Tis everlasting, too.

Wrote this when I was bored in Cisco Networking class. Figured I'd do something different. I think it's Iambic Pentameter, but I can't recall off the top of my head, I think Iambic Pentameter is 10, but this is 8...Iambic Quantameter?

Whatever. Have fun ^.^

Good poem, though I was thrown off a tad by the elemental structure. I was expecting an elemental piece and it was just five forces. Cool poem though!

Bah. REALPLAYER IS SATAN.

Fine, I'll download it. Commie.

*goes off to make sure his computer is sanitized*

Off to bed again - again

We shed the tears of darker days

And retreat with sleep to lighter climes

Off to bed again - we have

Nothing more to fear from love

Or darker forms of secret dreams

Off to bed again - I hate

the coldness of the blankets chilling

me right down to my very soul

Off to bed again - alone

in my helpless bed of dreams

hating inverse linear relationships

Off to bed again - asleep

Pain hurts more when you're alone

But less than when you're at your best

Well, 2 posts a day isn't going to get you killed, but 5+ is right out.

Yeah, the title is taken from the opening line of 'The Heart of Worship' and all that, but I hope to create a new song.

When the music fades

And everything's clear

Will my heart have purpose

Something to hold dear

When the lights are gone

And I'm lying alone

I can hold onto hope

And the mem'ries I've known

When the guests have gone

And the house is so cold

I can still be warm inside

From the stories I've told

When I wake up crying

Everything'll be alright

I remember the good things

The summ'rs of my life

When the music fades

And the melody dies

I'll be here smiling

No more sad goodbyes

Technically Peredhil, it's Elitist, not Elitest...but I'm just being nitpicky

I'm obsessive compulsive and not a moderator, okay? O_O I had to correct it!

Good poem, I like the vocabulary. Remember that poetry is not always dark, though some of my best work has been dark. Ergh. Bad advice, do what you like ;;

The song of the sword rings out again

Who will answer it's reckless call?

The swarthy pirate from the roiling sea

Or the King of the mountain tall?

The rings sound off their shearing might

The morning star rises up to fight

The second sun rises up in the sky

The song of the sword brings endless night

AGOC was a story I was writing quite a while ago. A Game of Chess: The Tale of the Five Rings was the full title and if you hunt around you can find it. Either way, I just thought about that and blurped this into existence. Have fun hope you all liked it.

I personally reccomend accepting this applicant, she is a friend and I whole-heartedly believe she is ready for The Pen and will benefit it.

I reccomend the acceptance of this hopeful Pennite. I am the one who reccomended that he join the Pen, and his poetic skills will flourish and flower in this new setting.

Also, nice poem.

Geez, performing in front of people is simultaneously frightening beyond anything you've ever imagined in your entire life...and strangely validating. Anyway, wrote this song to play at a new year's eve party. It's hard to pick up the beat without hearing it, but it's a steady tempo, note changes each line.

There's a place at the end of the road where I can

Be who I always wanted to be

And every problem I ever had

Ceases to scream

Something burns brightly inside of me

Something I always wanted to see

A desire I thought could comfort me

When I was down

Well you won't find me

On the side of the road

Sitting there confused

Wondering where to go

All my life I've been searching for the

Place where I can finally rest my head

Somewhere nice and peaceful

A house and a bed

Sad happy in the twilight haze it burns

Wandering through life's crazy twists and turns

But I know that I'll find

What I'm searching for

Hmm...

I resolve to be more truthful to myself and my friends.

I resolve to start working out or running or something.

I resolve to have fun!

Cioden abruptly stood and starting pacing, frowning hesitantly. "Hmm...there shouldn't be any way that a creature not native to the shadowplane would gain that much power this quickly. I have spies of my own."

Yui quirked an eyebrow. "I'm just telling you what I know."

Cioden stopped pacing, still frowning. "Hmm...well...I suppose I could check again." He turned to a dark corner of the wall, and Yui felt the cold tendrils of magic flare up around him. She shivered - this magic was unnatural.

"Skizat, come!" he called, his arm outstretched towards the shadows. Yui saw the shadows deepen, fading from black to a color somehow darker than black, the absolute lack of light and color. "Skizat, report to me." In the dark depths of the portal, something appeared.

Cioden grinned. "Skizat, how are my holdings in the shadowrealm doing?"

Silence.

Cioden's smile slipped and his brows narrowed. "Skizat, report-" A dark blur shot from the portal, flying into Cioden and knocking him across the room. The blur was followed by lancing darts of magical energy that left shining motes of magic in their wake as they leapt across the room to smash into the already off-balance mage. Yui leapt to her feet as the image just in time for the mindsplitting mental screech to wash over her.

CIODEN KILL

The beast stood on the other side of the portal, it's blue eyes gazing almost triumphantly upon the staggering mage.

Cioden think that Master cannot see spies. Cioden underestimate Master. CIODEN DIE! It's four arms whirled, and a barrage of missiles shot at Cioden. This time the magus saw them coming, and raised a magic shield that absorbed the shining daggers of light soundlessly.

Yui ran across the room, hoping to distract the monster, unsure of how her magic would work against such a creature. The beast stopped midspell as she ran into it's field of view. NOT-BEING! KILL! it screeched, and wove a new spell. Yui looked around for cover, but couldn't find anything nearby. She watched the spell form with a cold dread, and she started into the best counterspell she knew.

Suddenly the spell stopped though, and the roar of magic diminished substantially. The creature was taken aback, and tried weaving a new spell, which also fizzled.

WHAT HAPPEN?

Cioden sat, leaning up against one of his battered bookcases, chuckling to himself. "It's an anti-magic field. I always like to keep one of those handy. This one is attuned to me, and therefore prevents the shadowgate from closing just yet." He chuckled some more, but it was evident that he was in a lot of pain.

MASTER DESTROY CIODEN! the thing raved, glaring menacingly at them.

"Not any time soon, you won't. Begone, beast, and know that I am your true master." Cioden cut the magic that held the shadowgate together and it snapped shut, taking the mindscreech with it.

Yui sat for a long minute, starting around at the room. It was a mess - Cioden had smashed into a bookshelf when he had gotten thrown across the room, and books were strewn everywhere. Several experiments had been smashed, and other ones appeared to have simply exploded from being near the magic.

She looked over at Cioden, who sat there breathing hard. "So...truce?"

He looked back at her as if she was more than a little mad, then nodded. He closed his eyes and leaned back. "Truce."