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...

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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Sexual innuendos

Dropped in a way

That nobody knows

While it's still day

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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.