Loki Wyrd

I really enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks for sharing it.

Beware of Eddie White Beware of him my son For he travels with bad company And carries with him a gun He is a mean and little man As many are you'll find You're better off without his type This you'll come to see in time He shot a man on Main Street In the darkness of the night Like a coward and a villain Is this Eddie White There are many in this world, I fear Of whom I would not have you meet Sooner spit upon you standing there And take the shoes right off your feet But I would have you show compassion And be kind through all your days The world needs more goodness More kindness, and more grace I can not make you any promises That your life shall treat you right But if you lead a good one You've already beaten Eddie White I don't know where this came from, though I think I like it. I'm not satisfied with the final line though. Any suggestions?

Time Time, you are my oldest friend I watch your passing all day long I miss the times that we've had When I thought of nothing But of the time I had As the future met the past I hoped the present would always last And it has in its queer way For here it is to this very day And though things have changed and I have grown I still hold within me the time of my own -------------------------------------- Looking Inward Ghastly writings in my head Wishing, hoping, I'll be dead Empty body, empty soul Looking for the pieces Should they make me whole Dreary nights of lonesome sleep Days so bright they make me weep Walking through my wakeful dream All the world I watch And strangers they all seem Sitting quietly I fade Immersed in this masquerade Dancing to the weary tune I stand in languor I survey the room Looking inward with my eyes A gaze to penetrate my guise I find myself walking around My eyes work fine But they're pointed down -------------------------------------- My Guiding Light Light, would you please guide my way And brighten up my darker days I know not which way to turn Should I work or should I learn They'd like to feed me trash, I know I'd rather not pay to go And they would have me deep in debt Before a professor I've even met Of work it is a thing I dread Idle nonsense to fill my head Earning very little pay Bringing an end to lazy days My options are great, though I may only see a few I must be sure to stop, and think things through Though I have better things to do then plan I know I must, and think I can So off I go into my own In this world I'm all alone Which is why I turn to you In hopes that you will help me through I would like to see my way ahead Here am I walking blind instead Reaching out with awkward touch I move about, but feel not much But with a little light to see I suppose you would be cheating me I would not wonder, I would not shout I would not take to stumbling about I would simply walk in cue Knowing what, but not why I do

Hehe, I think that must be where they go.

The first one I really liked. The second one had a nice wistful tone to it (if that makes sense)...overall not really my style though, but that's just me.

mwuahaha...I moved all my lonely posts to the top. Down with the man! =)

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The dark overlord is struck down by a mighty blow The people all cheer for their hero Meanwhile their hero is dismembered He has encountered the retreating evil They stand by and idly watch Not daring to intervene on his behalf The hero shall forever live on in our hearts Let us learn from the mistakes we have made The cynic speaks out, "We never do." Why, oh why, do those words ring true? ------------------------------------------ Sunshine and butterflies Rainbows and flowers I wonder if today If today will bring rain showers Rain in your hair Rain in your eyes Things walking the street Things in disguise Nothing to worry over No need to fret They'll be stealing away all the children All the children you've met Calm your pretty little head Calm your mind It's only a matter Only a matter of time They are coming They come soon To take you away Away with the monsoon The clouds begin to clear The sky is blue once more Now we can forget Forget all that horror The sun is shining The birds sing Too bad the children The children are missing No matter that No more rainshowers Only sunshine and butterflies Rainbows and flowers ------------------------------------------ I walk through a door The warm air Rushing through my hair The sun shining bright As if only it might Silence cries out My footsteps rout Their rise and fall mount It is drawing near Bringing with it fear Destroying all you hold dear All one can do is run Hiding away will not help Stopping means you're done Then it shall have your pelt The door slams shut Sound leaping off the walls Life Sitting in this room is anything but Yet onwards time still crawls The stink of its breath pervades While those eyes invade It will not stand for being disobeyed Loving the smell of the afraid Closer It draws nigh All one can do All one can do is watch time pass by Just wait Just wait and cry Nothing doing Down to bed I lie Never It shan't overtake Unless help you offer And then your own bed you make Only yourself do you forsake But as it waits, lying next to you All you can hope is that its power you shall take Yield it as a sword Bow down before you shall the hoard To me m'lord To me Closer It draws nigh All one can do All one can do is watch time pass by Just wait Just wait and cry Nothing doing Down to bed I lie Raise your sword proud Shout out to the crowd Raising your voice loud Look at the beast Look at the beast you have cowed ------------------------------------------ My head is spinning And my feet are grinning Walking along the avenue Taking a step Seeing how those before me have lept All I can think to do is put on my baseball cap Kicking at the debris All of it in front of me Eyes peer out the windows, but there's nothing to see Upwards I move on Still I have not gone Worry not, it shall not be long A stairway it is I traverse A stairway to nowhere As nowhere is my place in the universe It's a stairway to nowhere And along this path there's no need to rehearse I swear I've been here before I ask to myself, "What is there more?" A question I quickly ignore Over my shoulder I look To me it is like opening a book This one I gladly shelve away I find myself thinking in rhyme My heartbeat keeping the time Giving myself quite a start when it jumps a line Even with this to excite I do not lose my sight For upwards my eyes still turn A stairway it is I traverse A stairway to nowhere As nowhere is my place in the universe It's a stairway to nowhere And along this path there's no need to rehearse Fire and ice could not hide it away Here such things hold no sway Though fire burns and slip on ice you may The clouds roll in Lightning crashes without, thunder echoes within I do all I can to withhold a grin I step out into the void Why should the unknown I avoid? Nowhere holds possibilities one can not perceive Whereas somewhere you know what you have to receive The darkness so many fear Shall forever more be here A stairway it is I traverse A stairway to nowhere As nowhere is my place in the universe It's a stairway to nowhere And along this path there's no need to rehearse ------------------------------------------ Come To the darkness and brilliant light Forever flashing in and out Distances stretching into the horizon As the unseen take on blocky shape Come Where the socks march in unison A river of cold flows inward Sounds dance across the walls Your skin takes on shape and movement Come Where a thirst grows within Fingers tear off dead flesh Burn runs across you as a path walked Regret cleverly disguises itself as sensation Come To the kingdom of the one who bleeds Holding it in yet bringing it out Strain is the companion of thee The mark of the past has been left Come NOT DO, DO NOT ------------------------------------------ As my eyes close a corridor opens anew Paintings hang on a wall of shimmering light Bearing a striking resemblance to all and none Spiders climb the wall and I feel a sense of urgency Danger approaches In black and white it stalks its prey Walking upright, with a bone club in hand I open a door and stop within. Blood drips from the ceiling yet never hits the floor. The floor of white tiles welcome the mud I bring along on my shoes. Too long has it shone bright. Emptiness presides over this room and I move on. I walk through a door with a face of a clown painted upon it. Flames leap out, as if to grab me. I close the door, backing away I fall, only to be impaled upon a cross Blood flows from my mouth, where words once escaped

Hiding feelings is no good, I find it's best simply not to have them. =)

Hills creeping along the stream Blood gushing through the dams Trees drinking it in Roots grow deep Wind blowing painfully Grounds shifting in anxiety Space being held in The strenuous nature to explode Furious, the creatures rise up The skin hard in being broke Razor slices cut deeper Thoughts run amuck What not to think about? 'Tis what we do rightly Though rightly done is not Better start in just time Waiting to cry in fear Sighing, skin joined as one is released Forces unkindled to wrought sin To beget future sorrow Or present pleasure Beautiful is the instigator And sadly sitting conscious Plunging into flesh Tearing it assunder To bring about plague Into the outskirts fire reigns Smoke pouring from the pores Blood flowing through the towns Swepts away are villagers Swallowed in its hunger All before it -- fallen -------------------------------------- With the rise of the sun The darkness's end has come Though shadows now lurk They are not free to roam Bound to the objects To them which are home But be wary Watch your back Or else the shadows Will rise up and attack The tendrils of darkness Entwined around your limbs To pull you out of the light Don't let yourself forever be lost I will not let you out of my sight See now the sun? I hope that even you, With your clouded vision, Can see its light shining through Stop to appreciate all that is The birds have begun to sing Open up your ears How can you not notice such a splendid thing? The grass is still damp Can you not feel the morning's dew, The blades of grass between your toes? If you don't open up I can't help you Listen now And this I would have you not forget The shadows are bound to you Not you to them if you don't let Walk your path as you see fit You are not to be led on by your shadow Let the darkness own you And life you shall not know

This was written a little while back. It was an attempt at writing something that would resemble song lyrics. I don't know that I like it. Here I sit Upon my bed Thoughts surface, Dance in my head Lying awake Wasting away There are no mistakes Just take me away I can only take so much Before I begin to crumble Falling into the void Into eternity shall I tumble I try to sleep now in flame Thinking not of the shame But I still find myself Lying awake Wasting away There are no mistakes Just take me away Looking around What is it for? Trying to be found But afraid of opening that door Why don't you come in? Sit down, get to know sin I'm hardly aware Barely even here Lying awake Wasting away There are no mistakes Just take me away My brain grows soggy Stomach is queasy Vision turns foggy Life becomes so easy What shall become of me? Only given time shall we see I try to climb higher To see further Reach deeper Wield fire Afraid to look down Feet forgetting the ground Making not a sound But for now, I find myself Lying awake Wasting away There are no mistakes Just take me away

I've got nothing to live for Nothing to lose So what am I waiting for No time to choose Time shall continue On its slanted path The light shall renew If only I hold fast No reason to live No love for me to give Shall my memory live on Long after I am gone I have been lonely I have been sad But I am thankful For all that I've had I have no hate I have no fear Swallow my fate My end is near I'm going now As I stand before you Take my bow I shall forever miss you

Better coming than going All the knowledge lies before you Yet some things are best not knowing Wouldn't you agree? Some stories are best left untold Why else do you think you don't know me? I'd like to think that Things being as they are Yet some things were In fact, all that is Don't lose sight of that The important should not Just live a little bit Give it a try I'm not saying there's no tomorrow But everyone must die Truth be told It is better growing Than it is growing old But wrinkles in time Writhe and squirm Taking control of that We often seek, we always yearn What must be said Fear choking, thoughts escaping Let the seen be Forgive that which is not right Given time it just might Love and let thyself be loved If just for a moment We are to be free Vulnerable to the world But still beautiful to me ------------------------------ Regardless of the truth Before me perception falters Deliver to me sacrifices Spill blood upon my altar Needless are the ceremonies Death is what I'm after Bodies burning especially Fill my dark heart with laughter I am to be appeased The torment shall be never ending The hatred makes me pleased Screams of terror Music to my ears The agony on their faces Nearly brings me to tears It's not that I am evil I feast upon cruelty And well fed am I by the people Torture is as art Something not appreciated by all But being a creature of sophistication I love that shit, no matter how small So much in this world brings me joy Beloved are the little things Such as the loss of a little boy It is no wonder That there are so many things that get me off People bring themselves torment As if they believe there is not enough Bring to me the sad Bring to me the mad My people all They make me so glad Suffering is such sweet sorrow The spilling of blood is a cherished constant It was here yesterday, is here today, and will be here tomorrow It is fear, it is pain Death and destruction Right as rain It is sorrow, it is hate Greed and self-loathing A perfect mate I make humanity I shake humanity Obey me, and together we shall break humanity ------------------------------ Of chess I must confess Game of skill, Mind and will Play it long Write a song Pick up a bong Smoke a joint Drink a beer Going away Anywhere but here Change so drastic From day to night For the wicked There is no respite Just keep on trucking Going nowhere fast Reaching out And looking past I wouldn't dare Having no one No one being home All is not well Christ burns in hell Struggle with the bonds Tight as they are Letting go is tough But reason good enough Leaving the ground Flying high above the clouds Pupils burning Can't look down Crumble, the buildings fall The smell of burning flesh Wafting through the Great Hall Burn the false idols to dust Let the people go with them Live in the flame if they must Make aclearing Give me room The sun still shines Flowers bloom I look out into the sea of eyes Gazes turn away Fear within lies Sleep is to take me Don't dare wake me Perfect in my world of creation All the designs of my decoration Limited only by my imagination

I only started writing as a hobby a fairly short while ago, and I'm sure such will appear evident with the reading of my work. I wrote this about 2 or 3 weeks ago, and this time I was not under the influence of any substances. Nothing ventured, nothing gained Walking down this road of pain Living in bittersweet agony My life playing out in front of me Soothing is the Siren's song For I know now it shan't be long Crash against the rocks of yore Heavens crying out for more Winter's kiss leaving frost All is holy, all is lost Springtime brings about the rain Enveloping my soul in pain Summer sun glares down Nowhere am I to be found Fall, the beginning of the end Fences broken, no time to mend Disheveled is the soul of mine Look and listen, though you may never find Charging down the hills of alabaster Tumbling, stumbling, no closer to what I'm after Sands engulf the body whole Time corrodes the most brilliant of souls Children wander to and fro Knowing when, but not how to go Singing, dancing in the halls Walking through the leaves of fall Brilliant colors everywhere On the wind, in her stare Comforting, her gentle gaze All the nights, all the days

For starters, nice poem - I enjoyed it. You sholuldn't put your writng down so much. I'm not sure if you're like me, but that would be my guess; I say thave a tendency to ut yself down as do I wth my work as well. For me doing this acts as a defense mechanism. We've been hard on ourselves, and are sure toinstill low expactation in those around uso that no1 hurt you through their harsh words. Especialy words that come from within your very soul

Wow, I really enjoyed this. Reminds me of some of the stupidity I put myself through this summer.

I feel power flowing from me Letting go is such a release Beautiful in its serenity My world seems so small Trapped within my soul That which is not seems so real I want to go off and explore The world inside of me Leaving behind only a worthless mass of flesh Cold and lonely, unloved Abandoned for hopes of something better Something more Living within your mind A place of mystery All secrets lain open to be revealed The beauty parts way to the dark A sickness grows within Amongst the beauty is a cold place Horrible to the touch An eternity of sorrow A place where hope does not exist Where the weak are beaten And the destitute spat upon The touch of cold steel to flesh Pleasure beyond words From the sickness sprouts forth life Vines entwining it Hiding behind a drape of life ------------------------------------------------------------- I see all All that is All that has been All that will be As ghosts it all appears before me Echoes through time A receptive ear I offer Stepping through the doorways Those that are not Pleasure or pain reaches to me Immersing myself in that which is not mine Feeling it with me Surging throughout Radiating from within I feel that which is That which is not That which could be I bring them forth They are me Would you care to come Come and see Don't be afraid Of that you shouldn't see And think of the others The others that are looking at me