Loki Wyrd Posted January 21, 2004 Report Share Posted January 21, 2004 (edited) 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. Edited January 21, 2004 by Loki Wyrd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted January 22, 2004 Report Share Posted January 22, 2004 Hugs I like your poetry. Don't forget the URL. PM me the URL of the place at which you normally write please. -P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted February 9, 2004 Author Report Share Posted February 9, 2004 *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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yuki Kokoro Posted February 11, 2004 Report Share Posted February 11, 2004 Catchy and entertaining, I really liked: His daughter had spied me As naked as could be. The man thought I'd corrupt her, As she'd surely do me. The last line was unexpected, but fits quite well, we girls can be very corrupting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted March 16, 2004 Author Report Share Posted March 16, 2004 (edited) 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. Edited March 16, 2004 by Loki Wyrd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted March 16, 2004 Report Share Posted March 16, 2004 *speechless* *looks back at the most recent entries* *blinks* *speechless* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted June 14, 2004 Author Report Share Posted June 14, 2004 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted July 3, 2004 Author Report Share Posted July 3, 2004 The sewers below fill with waste; Even pouring out into the streets, Where the children play On their hot summer days, Pretending they're not bothered in the least; But something inside Curls up and dies When slowly their friends wash away. What can they do But be washed away too-- Where are the children to play? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted July 3, 2004 Author Report Share Posted July 3, 2004 Wake from this dream... Your situation is not wholly without humor. Irony, it would seem, is the joke that's heard after It's all fallen apart; from the others You see mirth, but your eyes hate the laughter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted July 3, 2004 Report Share Posted July 3, 2004 "You see mirth, but your eyes hate the laughter." excellent. i.. would comment further, but stuttering is less than eloquent or comprehensible. *hugs* glad to see you posting again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted July 4, 2004 Author Report Share Posted July 4, 2004 Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yuki Kokoro Posted July 5, 2004 Report Share Posted July 5, 2004 "Irony, it would seem, is the joke that's heard after" I really like this line and it's one of the best descriptions of irony I've seen. I loved this section as well: "But something inside Curls up and dies When slowly their friends wash away. What can they do But be washed away too-- Where are the children to play?" You've expressed some deep thoughts very eloquently in many of these poems, I really enjoyed all of them but I think my other favorite would have to be: "So I may never worry How far you dare look past." I think they all flow well too, they're easy to read and pull you in, I especially like the loose rhyme scheme most of them use. Your poetry keeps getting better, I look forward to seeing more whenever you get the time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted July 6, 2004 Author Report Share Posted July 6, 2004 Thanks for your comments, they mean a lot to me. You shouldn't have said my poetry is getting better, though; now I'll feel like everything I write will have to be better than what I last did. It's pretty much hit or miss for me--sometimes I'll get lucky and write something worthwhile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted August 9, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 9, 2004 I've been away on vacation. But now that I'm back, I notice I have geld. How did this come about? Anyhow, I have a couple short ones I'd like to share. Enjoy...or not (that is the question?). With these thoughts did she, to shame, Place her hands upon the blame; And with her touch did he exalt: To find her center and her fault. The prose of nature has its own songs, In words that shall never be written, For our tongues could not comprehend The gifts that they would be given. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted August 16, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 16, 2004 Sterling silver smiles permeate my skin That I once washed daily. But I've forgotten what water looks like, Though I remember it tastes quite cold, Sounds quite alive. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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