Loki Wyrd

I've been neglectful, but I haven't completely forgotten about this site--I'm sure few care. Four new poems, thanks for reading... ---------------------------------------------------- Sometimes I'm so afraid of Just how vulnerable I am I almost don't believe that Life will go on All the more reason To not give a damn But these fears have festered Over all that I am To scar and disfigure And fill with shame Unnecessary toil for Unnecessary pain... Just another drawn out Thread of life Quivering in the wind ---------------------------------------------------- Lost in the sands of the hourglass Waves crashing against the shore Calling out for you to meet them To leave it all behind Reluctantly you step forth But you let it wash over you Releasing you from your bonds And you watch as it takes you Holds you gently in its arms Not letting go Ever ---------------------------------------------------- Ever think so suddenly The floor falls out from under you, And there's nothing there to comfort you But the clouds of your thoughts? That carry you from safety, Then precariously place you On the back of some adventure, Where you face unknown danger. But your fate is not a cruel one. You face the dangers when they come, And prosper over every one, Until the end, when they're all gone. Then just as suddenly The floor is back underneath, With none the wiser to your scheme... Only the refuse of a dream. ---------------------------------------------------- Saturated in loathing, of a thousand different thoughts; Where compassion is compelling, but somehow it's lost. Engulfed in the flames, burning inside; Which simply must spread, they shall not abide-- The temptation of malice, too terrible to tame; Indiscriminate in touch, but it hurts all the same. Emerging from the fire a burnt and twisted mass-- (There is) No escape from the old when you're made up of the past.

I know the feeling, just hang in there.

Thanks for the reply Yuki. I agree, girls are evil. Also, I wanted to apologize to Peredhil for my earlier comment. In retrospect I'm not sure if I was trying to be funny or a jerk, but I'm sure more of the latter than the former. I know you're a well-meaning individual, so I'm sorry for my caustic remark. Moving along...I figured I'd post up a couple more of my poems I've written in the last month or so. It's but a small fraction of what I've written, but it's better than nothing I hope. Bittersweet acceptance of defeat Broken glass On bended knees you bleed Shattered past Picking up the pieces of yourself --------------------------------------- Transcribe my reflection Where I may never know The depths of your perception Into my looking glass, So I may never worry How far you dare look past.

*dodges Peredhil's hug attempt* I don't accept hugs or drugs from strangers, sorry. As promised, I am stopping by. Speaking of promise, this piece really has some. Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck! Which way did he go? I was right there behind him, But walking too slow. He ran to the right And I ran to the left, I didn't know what I was doing As you probably guessed. I fell down a mountain And into a lake, Then the wind started blowing And I started to shake. I took off my clothes And dried off in the sun, When onto the scene Burst a man with a gun. His daughter had spied me As naked as could be. The man thought I'd corrupt her, As she'd surely do me. So I took off a-running, And I ran fast. When I heard the gun discharge I felt a pain in my ass. Then I tripped on a log And landed on my face. When I awoke the next morning I didn't know the place. I was out of harm's way As I sat in a tree, But I was still naked And a little too free. The squirrels started making eyes In a mischievous manner, So I decided to leave them, Waving my bleeding butt as a banner. When I got down from the tree I was no longer lost, I was back on the mountain, But at what cost? The girl must have found me In what I thought was a dream; She must have been stronger than she looked, And I must be lighter than I seem. But all that was behind me, So I tried to recall What it was I was after Before my long fall. I remember some words And some misplaced emotions, But isn't that life In all its commotion? Now I just wander And look for some clothes, Hoping for some piece of information That I doubt anyone knows.

Hmm...this is unexpected. Thanks though. I'll be around once in awhile...

Hmm...you sure? I haven't attacked much, it takes too much time. If you send me an in-game message I'll be sure to stop by though. I'm not playing very seriously, as you may have guessed, I might just kill off my mage soon and save myself some time and trouble.

I'm moving away from these forums for the most part. I've been spending a lot of time around here lately, as I was stuck at my parents' house, tending to family matters which I shan't discuss here. I'm back at my place though, so that shall change. I post most of my work elsewhere, and I've decided it would just be easier to keep over to that side of things. Less temptation, and less time. I'll still probably be by on occasion to post something I don't feel like putting in the other place. Anyhow, here's something to remember me by... I'm walking on water I can't see the ground My feet are below me Still I look down The wind is wild Shaping the terrain Relentless as the water Which it tries to tame Everything seems to wash away With the pounding of the waves The voices of those I've left And the choices that I've made They are all left ashore Where the real people play The focus of my attention Before I drifted away Reminds me of something I would have written a few months back, especially without any punctuation as it is, and the rhyme scheme.

I notice your description doesn't mention what kind of feedback you'd like. I'd like to respond to your writings, but I'll hold off until I know what your feedback feelings are. (This is my way of asking your feelings on the matter )

An apology certainly was necessary, I have to say I was getting teary-eyed seeing it spelled as it was so many times.

Someone is pretty cocky. What if the other person cheats?

I'm not the total comprehensive package you think I am Merelas, just one who guesses. Would I be correct in assuming that this poem dealt with the fact that it was MLK Jr. day? Oh, and let's not forget to check the spelling of 'plauge'

Everyone is entitled to a bad day now and again. I hope you feel better soon, and hopefully the venting has helped. Have a flower ~~>

I don't think it's only just recently spread to "Those from the sands." There's a long, great history of hatred of all sorts of people in all sorts of places, and it makes me proud that I can say that someone, somewhere hates me.

I haven't really been following this thread, but oh well. All I have to say is that depression is great...just look at the Great Depression, the name says it all. Now if there was a Great Happiness to break out I might be willing to change my tune, but until then I'm sticking on depression like...erm...like....flies on shit.

The only problem I have with any of this is the second stanza. It looks alright, it just seems to stumble a little when I read it. I notice all the lines have 4 syllables but the first, maybe if you changed it to "I am boiling" it would work better. Also I was thinking maybe if it was "I'm boiling up/Past the brim" that would flow more easily as well. Actually, I think the latter suggestion works better. But I don't know....what do I know? I suppose any of the three options works.

The last real concert I want to was a few months back - Bruce Springsteen in Detroit. They put on a pretty good show. Be amazed by my lack of detail.

I enjoyed it, nicely written. I wish I knew estonian so I could read that as well.

That's what I figured, it's all good. By the way, I have too much time on my hands as well.

I did the same, but I had some free time so I just decided to check it out. Probably not a smart move on my part.

I've been writing a lot of short things lately. Keeps it easy for me. Life is good Living vicariously Through another As it should No risk or reason To explain What you do There really is none ----------------------------- Sexual innuendos Dropped in a way That nobody knows While it's still day ----------------------------- What I would like most In all of the world Is peace and goodwill Or so I am told They're all fairly weak, but I like the last one. I probably could add to these short thigns I write, but for now I choose not to.

Very nicely done. I'm always happy if someone can take something from what I've written, it means at least part of it has some redeeming qualities. Thanks for the compliment. :woot:

Here's something cheery... My fingers are too cold To grasp my pencil But it's warm down below So there I go

Interesting set up. Sleeping alone is never as nice.

Your sitting on a hill line reminds me of Fool on the Hill by the Beatles, which was a damn good song. Another nice read, keep on writing.

No one else is playing, or no one else cares to answer? - just curious.