Loki Wyrd

Thanks for the comment. I'm not sure if a more gentle and happy muse would work for me. I suppose only time shall tell. As for the raw talent...well, I'm working on developing it. I don't know if it would be a good thing to do so, I think too much sometimes, and that spoils things for me.

I like it. I don't mind it being one chunk myself, I'm used to reading lyrics, and that's how I read this basically.

Welcome aboard, keep up the good work. Don't mind me, I never offer any helpful suggestions. But I can be very good at patting people on the back if I feel they deserve it.

I find myself Feeding my soul to the beast It is not something from which I can run Nor will it be appeased It dwells within me, In the depths of my mind Playing with my doubts and fears, Growing bolder all the time ... I do not hurt, Though my soul cries out in agony I do not feel, Though emotions swell within me I find myself in darkness Even in the light of day An aura from within One that's here to stay ... I am but a puppet Led on by my strings Pulled by the beast of mine And deeper, darker things I've been thinking about writing. It seems like the two most inspirational things to a writer are love and tragedy. I think part of me would like to make a tragedy of myself...

mwuahahaha Is there any water around here? Laughing maniacally makes me very thirsty. Oh yeah....and where's my rejection notice already?

Right, right. I like it for the first part. So I suppose it woud make sense to have it for the second part as well.

Disturbing all around.

What/where is the critic's corner? Maybe a member's only thing? I'm not a member, I'm afraid. I was right in my prediction that I would get good and f'd up, and write something else. It's good to know that I know myself.

I agree about the double wake thing. It's just I could not find anything that would fit so well. I'm sure if I would have given it much thought I could have, but I try not to think too much... As for your waking up and thinking of the same thing...just remember, I know how to remedy such...

*pulls out his scalpel* I'll stop writing what's in your mind if you let me take it out.

I was told to trust you That you would know what's right You said that you would help me, And that I should not fight I did as you wanted Even though I thought it wrong Crying through the nights Fearful of the dawn What was it I have done? Tell me, was I bad? Why am I being punished? Have I made you mad? Having nightmares when I slept Worse dreams when awake Feeling sick all the time Hoping I would never wake I was supposed to trust you Even though you had not earned it I once had a childhood You took it and you burned it

Woohoo! *rides his lil fuzzy purple giraffe around the room*

Congrats! Time to break out the liquor, or am I too late?

Where to begin? First off, I don't feel I was really discussing being physically alone in this writing. For me it was something deeper...being alone mentally, within society (if that makes any sense). Also, I don't believe this to be an angry piece at all...the overlying emotion I felt when writing this was longing. I do admit to being in a perpetual state of confusion, but I would not have it any other way. For in confusion one is more apt to observe and think things through more thoroughly than they would if they felt they knew what was going on. Also, I wasn't trying to express anything about what I saw in the mirror, I was not concerning myself with such things. One of the things I love about writing, is that it can mean something different to every reader. It's not that anyone is wrong, simply that everyone sees things differently, and all our minds work in different manners. Hmm...possibly something I discussed in this poem? I'll leave that to you decided, I've already said too much. =)

I think my problem with it is that I just don't like so many lines with so few words; at least in this case. It just seems to me like you're trying to stretch it out too much. I don't really know anything about style, but that's just my personal opinion. I wanted to make a constructive comment for a change, hope it helps.

Well I'm afraid I'm useless when it comes to suggestions. However, I did enjoy it. You should try writing that way more often. You never know what you may end up with.

Greetings mate. Good luck, and either way, keep on writing!

Thanks for your comment! That's what I'm mainly here for. Not for any acceptance, because to be quite frank with you, I'm not a very acceptable individual. :-D

The beginning and the end are here Joining together to become whole It is too late for regret, And too early for sorrow There can only be silence… Spiraling off into the darkness of space Echoing eternally throughout the stars A moment of joy, And a moment of loss Interwoven within the workings of the unknown, The unexplored realms The light is blinding Unnerving to the darkness That which would envelop you That which is necessary An unconditional friend and lover One that would have you as you are And have all of you Hide you from the light That shines brightly in your eyes Letting you know that you are alive Taking you by the hand Guiding you to the water, Where the river flows without end You sip deeply, Drinking your fill Only to find you thirst for more Drinking more deeply now Swelling as you find your thirst grow It is a vicious circle in which you find yourself You feel the water from which you’ve drank so greedily It wishes to escape To return to its kin Until suddenly… You burst, Overfilled with water Spilling forth into the river Only to be carried downstream Out of sight

Hehe, nice illusions of grandeur.

I wish a friend would write something for me sometime. I supposed I'd have to go about making them first. I hear wood works well, unless you're into the more animated sort...

Hmm...I'm not sure if I like it or not. :-\ *shrugs* But I hear tendrils go well with noodles, and I'm feeling rather hungry just about now...

Congrats! Nicely done btw.

I'm not your friend! Mwuahaha. Really...I'm not. Hey, but I bet I could walk to where you live quicker than any of these other individuals.

One more thing...since no one seems to show any desire to comment about this poem I wrote the other day, I will. I found reading this to be quite interesting...though at some points the author leaves me scratching my head about what he is truly trying to say. But in fact, this is the beauty in the piece. For in searching out a meaning to the words I have found that I connect with the author in a way I never thought possible. Splendid work! *pats himself on the back*