5 minute poetry

[RagnarofBurland]

"People"

Inane babbling,
verbose fools,
never learning,
all others are simple tools.

A helping hand,
I can not have,
That band,
of fellows I'd like to trust.

They have no compassion,
They no remorse,
my souls assasin,
foul folk's discourse.

Human Beings.

[Funka Genocide]

oh, for treasuries of the spirit
we are all but paupers
vagabonds of heavens' glory
squand'ring our petty baubles
only once shall we partake
of this grandest fare
suffer us to live it through
the world will not again
wrapped in shawls of aging stories
branded as a bygone peril
is love, a heart still beating
an entrepeneur of the soul
who shall find the trail
now lost for ages
pioneers of humanity, and never sleeping dreamers
the finest of our ilk
so trod upon by waking doom
often light is scarce in their eyes
yet love needs no sight
to burn us with its passion
to save us as we die
and rest forever, but not again

[RaiRai]

Inspirational Theft

Useless speech from my burdened mind,
Through these sorrowed lips which now curse your name,
I no longer have need for words, for I speak no more,
You stole my inspiration for life.

[RickZarber]

I'm not sleeping
Nor am I truly awake.
Unconscious and conscious are starting to blend.

My head feels detached
and my heart beats too fast
and my breath falls too fast and too short
and I can't decide how I want things to end.

I'm living my life (if it can really be called living)
through fantasies and wishes and things-that-might-be.
The only escape from daydreams is true dream
an unhealthy sleep full of quiet (un?)willing despair.

And I know I should stop, and I know I should change
But I can't - or won't - or don't understand.

What am I waiting for?
There will be no catalyst but that of my own design
So why do I feel no will?

For three days my body's been wasting away
but I fear my will (soul?) started first
Long, long ago

The drugs can sustain me,
(I suppose I should eat...)
but I need a Hope or a Light.

I need a release, simple as that.
Pure,
no strings attached.

But I'm holding out for myself and I don't seem to see
Painfully aware of what's going on

This feels like despair, but reads more like cheap drama
The more words typed should bring about resolution
So why not this time?
Why am I left hanging?
And what the hell do I do?


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I hope you'll forgive (and ignore) that bout of self-pity, but I needed to type that. ...I think...

[Cloud Strife]

He came upon a community
As the purest soul of unity,
And entered in so quietly,
As to not disturb the peace.

Some folks approached him, burdens bared,
He listened to them as they shared,
And comforted to show he cared,
And their burdens were released.

But emotions of his own soon showed,
And he started taking on their loads,
Brought him to his knees while on the road,
But he kept going on.

Then while showing good intentions,
They were skewed by misconception,
And he lost his own direction,
Thinkin' that they were gone.

Hurting people that he loved,
Regretting every single shove,
He left them all, flew like a dove,
Without saying goodbye...

The note was found beside him,
Said he was sorry for his lyin',
But this should stop his pryin',
And that they shouldn't cry.

They still don't know why
he chose that day to die.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

There once was a tiger-striped cat.
The cat died a million deaths and was reborn a million times ...
And was owned by various people that he didn't care for.
The Cat wasn't afraid to die ...
One day the cat was a free cat, a stray cat.
He met a white cat, and the two spent their days happily together.
Years passed, and the white cat died of old age.
The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, and then died.
It never came back to life ...

- This isn't mine, as many of you probably know. Thought I'd share it just the same.

[Funka Genocide]

Thats a good story...

[Lost in Time]

Blurry

Indistinct...
A hazy outline
Of a nightmare
Compressed and folded
By a clouded and bitter rain drop... of blood

A crepuscular dim of light
Receiving a blurry image in which
Captures every vision of hope
In the aspect of a faint and baffled dreamer,
A brisk shadow watches from a distance

Wanting a more lucid moon
A shimmer of light reveals upon his prison
Reaching down to end
A deprived child's sleepless nights
He awaits his gateway to freedom
And by daybreak, he mourns upon his belief
In a blurry puzzle, called life.

[RagnarofBurland]

What is it all but a broken end,
That day in the life without a friend?

They stare at you, like animals.
Do you speak the language of some lower mammal?

Another a fool, an attention thief.
There's no hope for him to turn over a new leaf.

The third is worse, they try.
Though, I, I can not believe such foolishness goes by.

The last is worst, for last is gone.
Said once: "Can I make it, the pain, be gone?"

Recieve no recognition,
more antics beyond my small cognition.

A shame intentions can go sour,
what they lack is proper power.

To make things right,
To win the fight,
To bring back days that'd shine bright.

[Nikose Tyris]

This is a prayer for the lonely
can you hear me tonight?
broken hearted, battle scarred,
I will be by your side.
and this is a prayer for the lonely,
when your dreams wont come true
can you hear this prayer?
Cause someone is there
for you.

((Not my poem, came with a Nice InuYasha photo))

When Hadoken's fly
and fireballs burn
Lightning crosses the sky

Blades spinning,
dancing lights
and simple quarterstaffs.

a crappy poem
to fill up my time
and empty from my mind.

(My writing has taken a downside. here's an idea: if someone wants to help me out, toss a topic for me to write on after your post. it makes my life easier, and can make for some fun stuff.)