Boaz

ok going to keep it short...2 things bother me more or less equally...for different reasons. 1st. The idea that when I die..*poof* and I will no longer exist at all. The idea not learning, experiencing, just being...that scares me. 2nd. To die alone with no one that cares for me and with nothing left behind. To die without leaving the world a better place, or a lasting legacy. the first scares me because of the idea of having no true knowledge of what shall happen, untill it happens. The second bothers me because I do believe that is how I shall die. 80 years old, with like 4 dogs and no one knows it for a week.

I really know nothing about being able to discuss the critical points of poetry, but I must say that I enjoyed this poem. Enjoyed is not really the word for it though, this isn't a poem that you "enjoy" but rather one of those that is sad, but that takes you along for the ride, making you feel the emotions. I am glad to see you post this Arwen, and look forward to more. ps. now you all know why I try not to reply to others' poems, I tend to ramble, and ramble, without actually saying anything of consequence. pss. again, very nice poem Arwen, kept me involved the whole time.

Life, that never ending night. From birth one walks, With their back to the sun, Their face to the stars. A quiet, drifting pathway, Leading toward oblivions embrace. Mistakes made, hearts broken, With hope gone cold. Never give up, follow your feet. Love lost, love gained. Choices are made badly, And still yet pathways remain. Emotions wrack my soul, Highest highs, lowest lows. The mountains are high and bright, But the valley’s darkness surpasses night. Consequences weight my back, Bowed and straining I make my way. Till one comes to remove my burden, Made for myself, by myself. Words written on phantom paper, Fingers busily tapping out my gloom. Thoughts shared with those that I don’t know. To share, to remove, the oppressing doom. But the shackles are tight tonight. The feelings cling as my heart reels. Emotions dripping like hearts blood. Superficial gain, inconsequence losses. Thoughts raw, unplundered by rhyme. The wellspring of my words unfiltered. Traditions and trappings of writing, Thrown away in a fit of incomprehension. But words are just words, They bring no warmth to cold souls. Only a transfusion from another heart, Life’s blood of souls, someone’s love. But god seems to hate some, while others shine. Every dog has his day, and every day has its end. Sympathies so slick and sweet slide off the tongue, But it is unwanted- give me hate or love, something I earn.

ok, if this one turns out to be too rough and unpolished, we can all blame it on merelas, as he is the one that said to go ahead and post it here! I refuse to go down in flames alone for my shoddy workmanship *joking of course, want to thank him for the words of incouragement* A question, Posed upon my lips. Head spinning, Tingling finger tips. An answer, Heard inside my head. Hope surging, Swallowed by my dread. Electric shock, Running up my spine. As I prepare My very simple line. A pause, Expected failure, Making me, Once again insecure. A moment, Always to be damned. The one door, Forever slammed. Noone knows, Where this might have lead, One Question Mute inside my head.

Kind of a freeform...but then...*shrug* I never have been good at poetry, I don't read it much, but I find that it is a good exercise to work through emotions. I want honest opinions about this poem, as I wish to maybe become better at poetry, or to at least understand where my screw-ups are. I really doubt this is too wonderful style wise, but it came to me. Is a first draft, and probably final, that is unless some good points are raised and I need to work through some similar emotions again. I would appreciate any comments at all..good, bad, I dont carewhat ever.. Just a jester, To make you laugh, To make you cry. To dance across the sky. To crawl across the floor. Life of the party, Death of my soul. Prince charming, Captured in Quasimodo. One kiss to awaken you, One kiss to steal my heart. Awaiting acceptance, Fearing rejection. Friend, confidant, Not, love or lover. But, like a brother Her eyes shining bright, In a world gone cold. The fertile garden, Gone barren. Dreams ended swiftly, Hopes lingering on. The Executioner, a chance quickly ended Emotions lingering on The Lover, The rejected. The fool.

oh forgot to mention. posted these for someone that wants some responces not colored by friendship or need to please, I shall be passing on the assessments of the poems given, and may be posting revised versions, once recieved. Loves true embrace, Acceptance’s shining face, lip upon lip, soul upon soul. With not a shame passions built to roaring flame breath upon breath heart upon heart. But passions die, And people lie lie upon lie, truth upon truth Words said in haste, 2 hearts laid waste, Pain upon pain Tear upon tear

22 years of life 22 years of fear hate and strife reached a cliff so sheer 22 years ended with a knife. A baby was born. On a fine winter morn And met with a cheer Among them not a worry was worn Once a life cherished, With hopes being wished, Were met with a Jeer, And so they all perished. As the years flow, Vapid and hollow they grow, With pain and fear As the seeds that they sow. 22 years of life 22 years of fear hate and strife reached a cliff so sheer 22 years ended with a knife.

to those of you who I knew, or are just meeting, thank you for welcoming me back and greeting me for the first time, respectively. To those that ask, saying hello without knowing me is perfectly wonderful, just ask anyone that knows me, getting me to speak is easy, shutting up is the hard part. Oh and one last bit of information, anything they say about my writing talents is obviously a lie(at least anything good). I just muddle through the best I can with stories. but anyway, I shall go back to looking around the boards, getting to know people from their past posts and generally doing my best to do as little as possible. thanks again, Boaz Demigod of Madness Bard of terra ps Zool, you are probably right about not being worthy, but don't spread it around..people might start expecting something worthwhile from me. pps and of course we all know Zool is worthy....right..right?

Hello all. Just thought I would drop by and say hello to all my old friends, and everyone else too of course I decided this would be a good way to get in contact with some of my old AM buddies. For those of you that know me..then no introduction is neccissary... for those that do not, well all you need to know is I wrote a couple of stories, was involved in a few others, and somehow I recieved this Bard of Terra button(I think I might have taken it from a drunken joat, but can't remember). actually, I believe i was one of the first 2 bards of AM.. but enough of that. thanks and good night Boaz Demigod of Madness Bard of Terra p.s. excuse the terrible structure and sure to exist misspellings, as I have been working very hard on some very big projects.