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[DoomedOne]

If we are the experiencers
Then is the experience just space and energy held in place by chemistry
Is life created randomly through a cosmic happening
When separate things act solidly through something called biology?

If a butterfly can make a violent sky half a world away
Because the currents it creates began to fluxuate
And a hundred dozen cousins help to operate
The oxygen as it begins to flow itself
Becoming strung together consciousness
Then are there a billion little variables unknown to the narrators
Working underneath the scene to make everything we see
Transforming tears to tidal waves and smiles into new-born babes?

If one day a tree can cave over deceased in the forest
But nobody's come around there that day to record it
Except for the ground that it found to absorb it
And the shrubs and the bugs who've all come to explore it
Then maybe the experience can take the reigns they call chaos
So a billion little variables unknown to the narractors and with no days off
Can work together as an army filling life with harmony we prayed for

If we are nothing but a coupling in a melody
In a giant song that takes so long it's called eternity
Then a tree will look just like a tree until there's no one there to see
A million billion subtleties that give us everything we need
And sometimes even what we dream

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Jun 3 2008, 10:55 PM

[bbqplatypus]

Here's a poem I wrote about - well, I'll see if you can figure it out. It's called "Epoch." I pretty much just wrote it in my spare time. Most of the second stanza is pretty much lifted from Poe, but I liked it because it fit.


Sure as King Harvest he is coming
To thresh, to purge, to burn, to drench, to destroy, to create
To shatter the leaden deadbolt on heaven's gate
And unleash the hounds of hell that they may run free

He rides a painted horse, whose name is Chronos
And whose colors shift day to day
And his face is not of Christ,
Nor of Mohammed,
Nor of Buddha,
Nor of Zeus and his kin
Nor of any Hindu or Egyptian god

Instead his countenance is legion
And forms anew with every change of season
His eyes are an abyss,
Dark, swirling pits of terror and rapture

Should you see him on the road, make way
Bid that he continue upon his path unmolested
Always moving; shiftless, glacial
A host of men and beasts of Earth in his thrall
Harpies without wings or claws

If you do not see him,
And he has come for you,
Do not despair
Nor resist his coming
Inevitably he will come, and when he is finished
Your broken body shall be tossed aside
Old parts devoured; new ones grafted on

"Leave the heart," he says
"Carve it into a new shape
That it may beat anew,
The rest you may take
And do with it what you will"

You lie there - helpless, natal
As all that you once thought immutable
Shrinks to dust before unshut eyes

You cannot watch.
You cannot help but see.
You are terrified.
And yet you laugh.

For what is laughter but a scream interrupted
By fits and coughs of knowledge of one's own absurdity?
Fleeting expressions of what you feel
When encountered with the unexpected

Things which you could never have dreamed of
Are dispensed to you freely every day
Imagination exceeding that of any man
Incalculable; better than perfect

So fear not laughter
And fear not fear
And welcome that which in its passing
Brings them near

This post has been edited by bbqplatypus: Dec 1 2008, 05:41 PM

[seerauna]

I'm feeling sad right now so here's a few of mine.

Goodbye Forever

She says goodbye
Her soul is about to die
She heart is breaking
She feels it aching
Now, a year late
He doesn’t feel hate
But she doesn’t listen
She has already said goodbye
Forever

The World is Dark Again

Guardian angels
Come and go it seems
Glittering bright jewels
Happiness balances on a beam
Suddenly they disappear
And the world is dark again

Teenager's Wish

If tomorrow morning
You’re still only a friend
I guess I’ll have to stay up,
Until 11:11 again

[treydog]

The Homeward Turn

During summer vacations, I rode my bicycle around our circular gravel drive

For hours at a time, filling the long days with epic journeys that always

Found me safely back at my door

I stayed in the tracks worn by cars, avoiding the loose rocks in the center

Except to occasionally cross to the other side

I joyously splashed through the puddles, leaving a single a track

That would only last for another circuit or two

And so I rolled in constant loops, a quarter-mile at a time, noting the familiar—

The slight rise just beyond the garage,

The scent of pine needles and of red clay dust

The first turn, where going straight would mean

Launching myself down the long hill that would carry me to wider, wilder roads—

So I always made the homeward turn, until I was grown and moved away

And when my father died and we came to stay with Mother for a time,

I brought my new bicycle and circled the drive

Trying to turn back the clock to some earlier summer

Much was changed- the gravel was pavement, my old bicycle gone-

Along with the muscle tone of my legs

But the trees abide, as the Earth abides,

Spinning forever around its long circle.

11/24-11/28/08

[seerauna]

This is something my friend Caitlyn wrote for me. I thought it was good and posted it for her.

The deathly hollow, no sound emanates, 'cept
The shrill cry of sparrosong.
A man wearing wrinkled skin appears in the foggy mist.
Whispered articulations escape his defiled lips and he
said: "The tree, the ancient tree, worn and
tire'd through the years. Go there quick and
swift, fly to the elderly maple."
You wander far and wide,
Legs moving elegantly,
But no tree could be found.
Then, by meer luck you stumble
Upon a sapling.
Bent low you stare at the engraved words
In the stonewalled bark.
You wonder how such young life could be so ancient as you look
It read:
"The wind that whispers,
the earth that binds,
The love you cherish,
The feeling's divine.
I am dubbed Sylencin,
The laugh of the child,
The quiet of the swamp.
I wane to the moon's desire,
And I cry to the sun's glare
I am like the fire that no touch would dare."

[Zalphon]

The Moonwalker

I walk in the shadows,
I stare at the moon,
I watch the stars,

I am the shadow in the night,
The creature of the void,
You've seen me before,
You'll see me again,

I am immune to your beatings,
Impervious to your traps,
Invulnerable to your guns,
Yet, your tears are like poison,

I walk in the shadows of the ebon night,
I bathe in the freezing chill of the dusk,
I watch the darkness corrupt people,

I have protected the weak,
Attacked the wicked,
Yet, your tears always bring me down,

I know your name,
I know your story,
I know your life,
I have empathy for all, but not as much as for you,

Your tears are like Nightshade,
Your eyes are like sparkling gems,
Your skin is pristine,

I've seen you fall,
I've seen you rise again,
I've watched you destroy the shadows,
I've watched you embrace the darkness,

Yet, your tears are my bane,
Your anguish is my terror,
You're are my hero,
When you're glum,
I am too,

I'll never leave,
Because you are one of my dearest friends,
I'll be alive long after you, yet I'll always remember,
I am the Moonwalker, Eternal,

However, I will always remember,
My closest friends,
Which I count you amongst...

Tears of a Champion

I take a beating,
I show no pain or woe,
I am stunned by a powerful punch to the skull,
I show no pain or woe,

I watch you cry,
Tears burn my face as they roll down,
Your's burn my very soul like acid on flesh,

I watch you in depression,
I feel a weight around my soul,
It drags me down into a dark abyss,

I am here to listen,
I always will be,
Yet whenever you're sad,
So will my anguish,

Whenever I watch you suffer,
I show no rage, no woe,
I am slowly eaten away internally,

I have watched death,
I have been in it's icy grip,
I have been in what should've been a watery grave,
I am here, but still weakened by your emotion,

I will always be here,
Eternally...

The Raven and the Eagle

I hate you,
I hate you so direly,
You soar the skies and are praised for your beautiful coat of feathers,
I wish I could watch you die,
But if anyone ever hurt you,
I'd watch them die a thousand deaths before they succumbed to the true death,

I hate you,
I'd love to watch every feather you have be ripped out, one-by-one,
However, I could never bare to let it come to you,
For if anyone did, I'd rip their eyes out,

To them, you're a divine creature,
To them, I am the Harbinger of Hell,
I hate you, in ways you can't even fathom,
I'd love to watch your talons ripped out, to see the look of anguish, but to the fool who dares, my talons await,

I'd love to watch you burn in the pits of Hell,
I'd love to see you suffer,
But I'd always trade places,
I will hate you until time stops and all is naught,

I'll always want to kill you, Brother,
But I'll always be ready to kill anyone who harms you,
My soul is divided,
As it always will be,
One part will always wish to see your flesh draped on hooks,
One part will always be there to protect you,
Forever my soul shall fight an eternal war,
Forever I shall wait for one side to win and peace to come,
But it'll never come, Brother,

You'll always be safe from my talons,
Even if I wish to use them to tear you to shreds,
I'll never be able to kill you, no matter how much I wish it,
Brother, I love you, but one day I hope I can finally shed the blood,
That gives you life,
But I'll never do it,
For my internal struggle is eternal...

[mALX]

Zalphon, you have such a rare gift!!!! These are AWESOME !!!!! I tried to comment some of your poetry on the "Scribe's Corner" but it wouldn't let me comment that section. You ROCK !!!

[saqin]

Some really amazing poems here, though I've only had time to read about half on them. Anyway's, I figured I'd contribute with a poem of my own. Actually, it's the only writing that I've ever gotten published. Wrote it specifically for the school yearbook last year. ^^

The four seasons:

Winter, spring, summer and autumn
Together they make a year

The winter preserves it all,
keeps it in place so that no harm may come
It gives us time to sit by the fire,
think of what we've done

The spring brings warmth again,
helps the cold to release it's grasp
The spring is a season of love,
to find new friends of this world

The summer lights up it all,
it shoves all the bad things away
For us to rest on the warm sandy beach,
for the sun to color us red
it brings to us the good things in life

The autumn is when we go back to school,
when we take strength from the good times we've had
It is dark and cold for the winter is close,
and we light candles in our homes
It prepares us for that which is about to come

[Acadian]

Nice job, saqin! Most poetry simply makes my head hurt and eyes sort of glaze over, but this was nice and easy to understand! I liked it.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Jan 30 2011, 07:54 PM

[Zalphon]

Very well written.

[mALX]

WOO HOO Saqin !!! Awesome!!!

[Saquira]

Someone said once, here on chorrol, that every one of your characters need to be your best friend when you write. I think it might've been Treydog, but I can't for the life of me find the exact post. However, I made Felisa my best friend, which is why I needed to write this. I've needed to get this out of my head for quite some time, and yesterday I finally found the words. And so, this is what I'd say to her if we ever met. I haven't given it any name, since I don't know what to call it.

Scream into the northern wind,
Stare into the frozen lake.
He wrapped a hand around your heart,
It remained when his breath waned.

You sit upon a broken stone.
When your friends laugh,
You wonder how.
Will the pain ever pass?

You think of yesterday,
You mourn tomorrow.
The yesterday that can't be changed,
The tomorrow that will never be.

If your hours ran out,
I wonder what you'd do.
Would you fight until the end,
Or welcome his embrace?

Follow your heart,
Don't let it go dark.
Despite what they think,
You're not the devil's spawn.

Ask Sithis for another day.
Don't look back.
You wouldn't be you,
If you hadn't met him.

So don't wish that you never did.

This post has been edited by Saquira: Mar 20 2012, 09:12 AM

[treydog]

Saquira- there is so much power and grief there. It gets to the heart of experiencing profound loss. And yet, even in the darknesss- there is a core of strength- a promise of perserverance.

Simply brilliant.

[Saquira]

treydog: I'm glad I was able to convey those feelings. Thank you.

I was just looking through my documents and found another poem. I don't remember when I wrote it, but I switched some words that didn't fit and think it's good enough to post now.

Your immortality

I once heard tales,
of your immortality.
I once saw,
you strike down a god.
A javelin of fire and smoke,
they said of you.

Bowstrings ring,
hearts no longer beat.
Drums with quick beats,
love without passion.
Shining steel reflects the sun,
headless bodies litter the ground.
All because,
of your immortality.

Because of your invalidity,
we lost all.
The heart that beat,
cracked in half.
Bowstrings cut,
Drums without hides.
Studded steel fall from limp hands,
enemies new emerge through the grass.
You tricked us once though never more,
for it never was your immortality.

[King Of Beasts]

Night Of The Hunter

As I stand in the cold of night,
With the breeze against my face,
As darkness ensnares the land,
As the full moon rises above the mountains,
And the star-filled sky watches the earth,
The primal instinct of a beast takes over,
The urge to hunt,
The urge to run,
The urge give in to the power of the full moon,
The hunter is me,
I am the hunter,
The moon and the sun,
The symbols of my two sides.
One the hunter,
On the host,
And as darkness ensnares the land,
And the full moon rises over the mountains,
And the star-filled sky looks down upon earth,
The night of the hunter begins.
The prey fear me
For I am the hunter,
And the hunter is me.
The prey run and hide,
They lock their doors,
They close their windows,
They hold their children close,
In hopes that the hunter,
That I,
Don't choose them as the prey,
On the night if the hunter.
The guards prepare to defend,
I prepare to hunt,
With supernatural strength and speed,
Nobody can escape me,
On the night of the hunter.

I'm such a bad poet.

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Dec 20 2012, 09:29 PM