Rahsash Geldich

The main meaning behind this poem is just the magic that comes with song, music in general.. It is not meant to be a song, although it would be interesting to put a melody to it

Music sifts around Such a sweet sound Setting the mood My thinking askewed All for the music Play, my angel, Play Sing softly to the music Just don't abuse it The hypnotizing song That I knew all along All for the music Sing, my angel, Sing Don't think, just play, child- Though the music be wild Play through the Fae Kingdom Sing of mournful freedom. All for the music Magic, my angel, Magic Feel the song in your veins The melody in rains The music is enchanted Seed of sorc'ry planted All for the music Play, my angel, Play

I know I made the right choice Of that I have no doubt. The consequence that follows Is what I worry about. Did I burn any bridges That I wanted intact? When should I be silent- And when do I act?

I was prowling around, Lost in a play (Practice of course) Going a meandering way. Rhyming couplets Dancing through my head Where is my poetry? Having to draw instead.... Likening to a cat, My manners changed. Feline grace and Phrasing estranged. Pages covered in Hidden words. Life Is dancing around Through the strife And I finally sigh And flex my claws I've gotten my poetry In my paws. I purr with contentment I have my little birds But this feline child Likes her birds of words!

My life is an allusion- A parody of something else. I'm not meant to be original, Not meant to be myself. My life is an allusion- A cycle I cannot escape. I'm there with everybody, But no one can relate. My life is an allusion- Someone's done all this before. The way is already traveled, And they've opened the door. My life is an allusion- No matter how hard I try. I swirl the colors, twist words, But its all the same by and by. My life is an allusion- Won't someone set me free? I need some reassurance That I am really truly me.

This hurts it hurts, These feelings in me They make me feel like I'm not meant to be. Because they lied. And it tears up me inside. I trusted them to speak. Trust is better silent. Little birds will speak Messengers still die. Now I've said too much, Someone tell me why! Because they lied. And it tears me up inside. Little birdies in the sky Seems like everyone has lied All the trust I had has died. Heart has gone and softly cried. Because they lied. And it tears me up inside. Some one's caught in their own web. Who, and what have they said?

Amber turned the music up a little louder and turned around to grin at her boyfriend in the back seat. He winked and blew her a kiss before turning back to his heated conversation with one of his friends. "Man, this is going to be the best party ever!" her friend Jasmine gushed. Her entire body glittered with silver sparkle as she jammed to the musics heavy bass beat. Amber bumped the steering wheel lightly with the palm of her hand, humming to the music. "And everyone is going to be there too!" "Maybe Alec?" she interupted with a grin, enjoying the shocked and slightly secretive look that Jasmine pulled over her face. "Maybe." Amber just laughed and pulled onto a graveled side road, checking the street sign to make sure she was going the right way. Personally, she thought Cemetery Lane was a stupid name, not that it realy mattered. The roads namesake was visible off to her right, sillouhetted against the twilight sky, headstones standing guard over their owners. She shuddered slightly. She hated graveyards. Soon she parked her car in a long line of others, and they all flew out of the car and into the mass of people. Similar music pumped through giant speakers opposite a giant bonfire which was the source of quite a few pleasant aromas. There was a strange smell of smoke on the air, one she didn't find familiar. It was vaguely sweet, something that she had smelled before... "Wanna dance?" Chris snuck up on her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist grinning at her tilted back head. "Sure!" she pulled him, both laughing, to a place around one of the speakers and began piecing together bits of her Dance Team routine with ad libs. Chris grinned at her, dark blue eyes taking her in. She stepped closer and grabbed his hands, making him dance the steps they had made up at previous bashes. She could see a glittering Jasmine talking to Alec, both leaned against a table and apparently deep in conversation. Seeing Amber's glance, Jasmine grinned cheekily back, saying some comment to Alec that made him laugh. At least they were talking. After she finally tired out, Amber went off to talk with a few of her other friends that Jasmine was excitedly gabbing with. Chris said something about food and wandered over to the bonfire. "And he asked me out on a date! The movies, next friday!" Amber gave her a high five and a few of the other girls laughed. They went over all the latest gossip, each issue being picked apart and everyone's two cents being chipped in. After a while, Amber sat her glass down to see what food Chris had found, glancing at the glowing numbers on her watch. Nine oh five... they had to be home by ten thirty, so to leave at then gave them another hour or so. As she approached the fire, she could smell the strange smoke again, its odor slightly irritating. A brief encounter with Chris, who was relating a huntng tale, left her with a hot dog and a bag of chips. She gave him a quick hug and headed back over to her friends. She picked her drink back up, sipping it to rid herself of the smell of the smoke. She listened to the rest of them talk, munching on her food and generally enjoying herself. At the beep of ten, she got everyone together and got into the car, revving the engine slightly as she waited for the person behind her to let her out. She yawned and wished she hadn't. The music was lulling her to go to sleep after her late nighter the night past. She pulled out and headed home, unable to supress the shudder that ran through her as they passed the cemetery, its spot upon the hill giving her a feeling of being watched. She shook it off and... "@#%$!" Another car was comming head on, having overcorrected and swerving into her side of the narrow country road. There was an explosion of light and a scream, heart tearing and so painful it was almost mental. Another scream tore past her mouth as the dashboard bit cruelly into her legs, Jasmine slouched, head bloodied against the window. "Amber!" Amber slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop that threw all of them agianst their seatbelts. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead, trickling down her back. Her breath was ragged in her throat, comming in short sharp gasps. The road surrounding her was empty. There was no car, no light but that of the half-full moon. "What...? Didn't you guys see that?" She was shaking, hands slipping on the smooth steering wheel. Chris nodded shook his head, worry written all over his face. He reached for one of her hands, prying her fingers off of the wheel anf twining them through his own. "What in the hell was that?" Jasmine asked softly, rubbing her head where it had bashed the window. "I don't know... Do you think we should go on?" Toby was looking at them both concern etched deep in his eyes. "I think so. I'll be careful..." Amber tried to start the engine, but it simply wouldn't turn. "Dammit. I just fixed this last week," Chris muttered angrily. All four got out of the car. And looked around. And fell weakly back against it. "Dorthy, you just left Kansas," Said a voice close to Ambers shoulder.

I see her silver tears Running down her face. I will tend to her fears While you and I race. 'Cause I can't stand to see her cryin' Its as if her soul is dying! How can you look into her blackened eyes While smiling at her pleading cries? Your damn damage cannot be repaired! You've broken her spirit, gotten her scared. Her eyes are hollow And her voice is too. Throat too hoarse to swallow, And she loves you? I want to pull that out The way you yanked her pride. I'm going to make you shout, Make you run and hide. 'Cause I can't stand to see her cryin' Its as if her soul is dying! You are the cause of blackened eyes, Oblivious to her pain-filled cries. Your wall breaking cannot be repaired And for that you should be scared. Be prepared for broken bones, 'Cause torture I prefer. I'll ignore your agonized moans For what you did to her! You may have pushed her all around, Hurt her in hell-derived ways. But the day I get ahold of you, You'll wish for the end of your days!

God, I pray that you, tonight Will aid my crush's closed sight. May he see my staring eyes May he understand my sighs. And now that he can see, May he come to like me!

That's my problem I suppose, I run out of anger by the end and now I'm just left to wonder, which is worse...

This reminds me of that gohlem? Gulum? Gholem? The once-was-a-hobbit thingy in The Hobbit and The Two Towers. Excellent work! ::Wanders off muttering about having too much fantasy novel in her head::

My heart has reconciled its loss And now I love you as a brother. I've even managed to forgive myself And have moved on to like another. And as a sister cares, I will guide With an unfavoring hand as light. And so long as we're both living Everything is going to be alright. What is happening? An accident? But you can't be injured, you simply can't! You aren't at home, though I've tried to call And now I'm working up to a rant! For while I'm angry, I cannot feel, I cannot feel the icy grip of fear. And I'll weep my tears of frustration Where no one is able to hear. I may love you now as a brother, But my love is still so strong. And it now tells me to be at ease Although the wait for info is long. You simply have to be okay! There is a tension in my heart, Its knows you will be alright. My imagination is what tears apart.

The room is so black And my mood is too. But I'll console myself By thinking of you. My day was so bad And its raining outside. But somehow your presence Makes me calm inside. It doesn't matter that Today was terrible. I can make it better. I got to try, I Have to try For if I don't, I think I'll die. Everything was so wrong And I'm feeling the cold. But somehow you stave off The depressing-day mould. Your eyes are so brown And I love your smile. So all of a sudden, School is worthwhile. I've repaired my day To the point of living. I've made it better. And because I simply had to try I know I'll live when I should die.

::sticks her tongue out at Katiya:: No one asked you! ::sits down in her Box and all is heard are faint scratches of pen on paper::

I was trying to write it under those sonnet guidelines: 14 lines 10 syllables in each line abab cdcd efef gg rhyme scheme. And I'm too chicken to give it to him ::giggles::

Who on this earth dares To deny that band is a sport? I tell you for sure it is! But- Perhaps one of a different sort. In this sport, there are no rules. And if you had to have one, Just for the sake of having it- "Don't get caught while having fun." In this sport called band, Duct tape is a deadly object. You could be taped to a chair And left in the parking lot to reflect. In this sport called band, Spectators are nonexistent. Stands seem to be Fan-club resistant. In this sport called band, Five a.m. is the wake up call. Uncomfortable eighties uniforms, Eleven p.m. is when the curtain falls. In this sport called band, You could get caught In a cork-grease fight. But it is funnily fought. Because in this sport called band, We aren't in it for anyone else, For no one else can give respect. Nope! We are in it for ourselves!

((for a break from my regular style, a Shakespearian <sp?> sonnet)) Fate made you run far too fast- into me. You made laughter bubble from my lips. You have the most beautiful eyes I'll see, Upon your mouth should dance my fingertips. I spend eternity watching your face Waiting for your lips to curve in a grin. Prince of Cats, you have a subtle smooth grace To the point that watching you is a sin. But I'll still sit here and daydream of you And wish that I knew what you think of me. When you came in, it was on wing- you flew. I know that you can make my courage flee. Though you won't get this, more often than not, I'm sitting here thinking man are you hott! ((of course, this is a little more fanciful ::giggles: ) Edited by: Rahsash Geldich at: 3/29/02 9:07:18 pm

Sometimes, on even the happiest of days There is a persistent, darkening haze That drifts sowly over my eyes: I feel like a person in disguise. Do I have nothing better to do Than sit here simply dreaming of you? During the star scattered night, Or during day's bright light? Sometimes all I feel I have to do Is reach out to just touch you. But then my fingers collide with The screen, your face a myth. And now I might get to see your face, I might get to stop running this pointless race... All of a sudden you're closer than I think Will I walk down or fall off the edge of the brink?

Life's a roll of the dice, So don't think twice. 'Cause not everything In life is nice. Sure, I know love is grand, Full lips, a gentle hand. But remember that boulders Are what makes sand. For all that some say life is short, Some will commit their own abort. But who wants to be the Angel of Death's cohort? Life's a gamble, every day, Many paths in front of us lay. Sometimes the only choice We get is "Which way?"

A dove sat on a tree, Its branches black and twisted Reaching towards the moon: Can you hear the dove cry? It weeps for the children who lost their mothers It weeps for the vetrans who lost their brothers. It weeps with the childern wanting love: These are the needs for tears of a dove. A harsh wind whips its feathers And it flies towards the stone steps Of the cathedral in the distance: Can you hear the bells weep? They cry out for every repentant innocent, They cry out to bring in the ignorant. They cry out to the feathered love: They too have need of the tears of a dove. The dove is weeping silver tears Specially wept to ease your fears. Come my child, come to me, I will wipe your eyes so you might see. See the dove cry. The dove wept for Juliet when Her love died, and she for him. It was tainted form the start: Can you hear the dove cry with her? The white dove flew over the camp With its black wire twisted skywards. A starving child weeps for her father: Can you hear the dove crying? Come my children, come to me, Let me wipe the tears so you might see. See the dove cry. It weeps its tears for you and I So we can hide ours when its time to cry. The purest tears are tears of love. The purest of those are Tears of a Dove.

Someone yells out your name And I stop in my tracks. I know it's not you, But I just can't relax. I feel your eyes upon me, Can catch you in the corner Of my eye. My heart clenches 'Cause you aren't there, a mourner. The radio songs are too content I switch them to find a song that is Not loaded with lovey phrases. Because no word is sweeter than his. He can make me feel up, His absence makes me down. But because of his happiness, I'l hide my persistent frown. I've never really felt your arms, But I have basked in your love. While someone else is absorbing your love, My poetry speaking through Tears of a Dove. ((I am actually wrting a poem by that title, as soon as I finish it, it too will be posted.))

You want to talk the way we used to. I would too, if I could find you. You tell me I am greatly changed. That's true, far have I ranged. You want me to follow my heart, But it has stopped giving directions. You tell me to be the best I can, But all my dreams are interceptions. You want to talk the way we used to. But around you, I was just myself. You tell me I am greatly changed, Its it that person's love you felt?

((My AOL is being mean and I'm lucky if it doesn't boot me, so i aplogize for my lapse in posting, it also seems to dull my writing ::glares at the pitiful unfinished verses:: So I now bring you the many I have written in that lapse of time)) ~Dolphins~ Dolphins- Slip Silkily Through the water, Splattering Silver Sparklings of the sea. They are like children- Enjoying the world for What the imagine it to be And for all the fun they can have. ~Graffitti~ Stories are sacred, Born or no, Often by the way they cared. They are art Priceless Not to be carried in a cart. Off to a market Aiming to please Without a target Unborn stories are precious too Unformed or no Though if only you knew. The absolute pain- Heartbreak Of sacredness under strain My gem now graffitti: Trash. Death like eaten linguini Never to be seen Enjoyed I want so to scream At you, loud and crying Horribly For destroying my diamond. ~Death~ When people die, Others Cry. It feels like their hearts shattered And buried themselves in the earth. We have to get over the pain, Have to let go of all of the strain. Our loved ones want us to be happy, Whether they are alive or dead. *SMACK* I'm tired of the SMACK Coming out of your mouth. You're talking total SMACK And you're flooding my temper. I'M the one talking SMACK? I ain't the one holding me back! You've boiled me with SMACK And they can't hold me much more. Your ears ring with a SMACK!! Guess What? That was me.

I love the style that this is written in, it has bits of medevil in it that give it an ageless quality. Enough to give me goosebumps. ::claps appreciatively:: It lures you in with first lines that make you feel like you can relate but as it goes along, its like Alice had looked too far down the wrong rabbit hole.

((This poem is all about how you read it, so bear with me. Start out slowly, like you're holding back tears 'cause you've had a bad day)) I want things to be the way they were, Back when I was completely sure. Everything that happened was okay, For surely tommorrow is better than today. Then the glass rematerialized between Us, threw back at me a reflective sheen. I resented it, wanted to pound against it But how could I? So I'll just sit... ((gradually get faster and louder as you go along, like you're working up to a yelling match)) As much as I miss you, Love you, want you: I can't see you, glass is too cloudy to see through. Talk to me! I need you! Where are You?! You're like a shooting star! I see you, speak, and you're gone... Why do you avoid me?! Just one. One more try and I'll give up. NO! No I won't! Everyone else LET UP! I can't take this pressure, Why, why must you measure Me with your hating eyes And laugh at my tries As if I meant to fall!? I think I'm losing it all! And you, you espically Blaming despicably. Am I to blame for Depression thats yours? I DON'T THINK SO! I know I tow Too many Too many worries ((scattered, like you've yelled and this is between breaths)) I have far too many Open wounds Pointless stories Everything is so surreal Maybe if I reach out, Happiness I can steal. Nah, try to catch light You can't Lost sight... Do I really want it All back? It can't be the same Is it worth all my worry? Who knows... Anyone beside me care?