5 minute poetry

[Cloud Strife]

So many trials she's seen me through.
Now the final one looms in my view.
As always she wants to come with me,
But for this last trial, it cannot be.

She cries to me protests my choice.
I look at her, and raise my voice.
I smile at her, say "Don't you see?
I need you here to wait for me!"

"If we go in, we won't come out...
But don't look away, don't be in doubt."
She looks into my eyes, she smiles and nods.
With her to return to, I will beat the odds.

[Funka Genocide]

I have no talent
Nor remorse
Just a man
Without a horse

No trails to ride
To kill the days
No open skies
Mean’dring ways

Only this
I'm losing it
Even so little
Can be missed

I don't want to know
The end of me
I'd be fine
Not seeing it coming

Total crap
That’s what I write
I can't bring joy
Or even sorrow

Elicit no response
As I always have
Permit me no embrace
And don't even lead me on

Please just use me
Like a fool
I'll pretend as such
But you won't take me up

You want the real thing
An idiot or two
You aren't comfortable with
Someone smarter than you

Fine then, fine
But if you'd be so kind
Could you kill me now?
I haven't got the time

To go through this again
My life I will not spend
Chasing girls like you
To no apparent end

Rip out my heart
For truth and not in jest
Be still my life
Just make this pain end

Could you please hate me?
And give me a reason?
I want no further question
As to why I am not worth it

I need something concrete
I need some evidence
Don’t tell me that its you
Because you’re not the first

To say that

To say anything

To treat me just like garbage
To flush me like refuse
To give me less than due
I'm dying because of you

No wait, that's wrong
I am already dead
Life is meaningless
Without love, or so they say

Don’t they?

I'm sure you know
You seem to know so much
So many little things
I am not aware of

Like how to look so good
I'd sell my soul to touch you
Or how to lie so well
I thought I'd have a chance

These things must not come easy
Years at least they'd take
For me to even muster
Skill to contemplate

Using such a tactic
But then again I'm worthless
You must be a natural
At tearing souls to pieces

Who are you I speak of?
I wish I had a name
Just aimless pain filled apathy
An oxymoron filled with rage

Enough to fight a war

Enough to kill the world

But not enough to kill myself

So could you do me one more favor?
Just one last tet a tet
Kill me now and leave me twisted
Or would you rather I continue?

[Cloud Strife]

While sitting with her, I feel content,
No need to have a single lament,
Comforting presence, comforting touch;
I honestly doubt I could feel too much.

Then it happens, and darkness strikes,
Steals the warmth, turns out the lights.
No more comfort is felt near me,
Simply put, I just cannot see!

The worry now grows within me, deep
shadows of worry and doubt now creep
around, prancing in the dark,
preying on the fears in my heart.

Stumbling, cursing, crying out,
Fears within, showing my doubts.
I fall to the ground, numb to the pain,
I find I may never see her again.

A light in the distance, but what is the source?
I travel to it in a very straight course.
Finding the source, I now have found her,
She is the source, of that I am sure.

Her light now speads again, into my life,
Throwing away all the doubts and the strife.
I come close to her, wrap her in embrace,
Happy to be here, and no other place.

[BlackMageGirl!]

I turn and face my enemy
Swords clash, my blade flashes through the air
Two beings born on this crimson earth
Battle is all that is left for us
I angle my blade at his heart
His pole-arm to the defense
The solid seems liquid
As we dance around each other
Death is just a game

Thin pain snakes through
Red colors my silver armor
And I fall, hand clasped over shoulder
Dripping as with the condescension
of my enemy
Whose life-taking tool
Teasingly points at my throat

"Give up, for you have lost."
The sneer clear in his voice
Eyes narrowed,
I give defiance as my answer
Lunging back, his next target my life
And I block that breath-stopping blow
With one of my own
Quicksilver is my weapon
And its blade has found a new sheath
In to the heart of my enemy.

[Funka Genocide]

so walking toward an empty future
indecisive malcontent
and failing I, to be her suture
for wounds inflicted on her soul

forewarned and ill conceived
the makings of a tawdry tale
I wish so hard I could believe
I would if given reign over these

thoughts and abstracts, chilling knowledge
it breaks the spirit sure as iron
may break the bones of sturdy men
or chain me to an empty future

without remorse, laughing softly
to the wind, my only ward
I'll find no solace, and warmth too seldom
but sail, forever onward

so towards an empty future
as empty as these seas
to be filled with such a longing
and down upon my knees

prostrate before her majesty
she, so less than I
but she who is not myself
and that is my deepest trouble

so steal a rib from out my chest
and fashion me a paramour
another life to lay to rest
these weary eyes at night

ah, but God will never give me that
he is a spiteful child
grown tired of his broken things
and heading off towards something else

perhaps an empty future
perhaps I'll meet him there...





Might as Well be Today

first time I saw the sun
might as well be today
every ounce of living breath
just taken and received

out it goes
like snow in June
an endless rain
in evenings way

running through the streets
on hopeless legs
and addled minds
like stepping stones

towards my goal
I still don't know
what it is
or even what it might be

no need for that
just lazy hours
painted grey
by foreign brushes

dipped in joy
perhaps they need a cleaning
its quite alright
I've got an empty cup

just bring me some water

[Cloud Strife]

Just as the morning fog blocks the sun,
So too does love cloud one's judgement.
Just like the distant roll of thunder
Breaks the silence of the night,
So too does love break the
Tranquility of one's soul.

Clouded judgement,
A mind turned upside down,
Are these really prices to pay?
Or are they benefits to enjoy
When you are with the one
whose heart beats with yours?

[Funka Genocide]

bright burning eyes
so filled with rage
the cacaphonous laughter
of demons held at bay

tearing him, just eating up
the last remaining strength
of a man ready for ends
he will never face

turned towards madness
invited so warmly
by soothing chaos
and an enmity which shall never die

escape from this, the wretched world
a place for fools and monsters
whos preyed upon, irrelevent
the road is set before him

it s not long, just obscured
and hard for those without
a failing sense of sanity
to even picture clearly

and then it drops so rapidly
towards darkness, swirling maelstrom
emotions half formed, celerity
just an empty fortune

no words are left
as none are needed
who to tell of this?
no one would ever understand

"I've lost my mind, how does it feel?"
I can not comprehend
colors, sounds and tastes galore
witnessed by an absent heart

and perceived by an absent mind
nothing, nothing of a clearer sort
will ever break upon these shores
and lost am I, forever

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

4 Day Christmas Weekend

Stupid work!
Go away!

It's cold outside,
but my bed is
Snuggly
Wuggly
Cozy
Wozy Warm!

I'm unmotivated to get up!

Stupid work!
Go away!

You fill my days with
work
stress
tension
emotional breakdowns!

I'm happy doing nothing!

Stupid work!
Go away!

Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid
stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid
stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid
stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid
stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid work!

No one likes you
So go away!

- Author's note: Yeah, I really don't wanna go to work. Can you tell? Or was my mastery of subtlety too much for you? Stupid 4 day weekends. Make me unmotivated, will ya?!

[Funka Genocide]

tea
who drinks that stuff?
why?
An empire was built upon it
or so somebody says
but hearing people talk about it
makes so little sense
nobody drinks tea!?

I can't understand the English...

note: Rai Rai, congratulations! Your marriage certificate is already signed? would that make you mrs and mr Rai Rai, or is it the other way around, I'm not sure.

I hope your honeymoon is the best time two people have ever had, in temporal existence of course, and I hope you start posting here again, I miss your poetry.

sorry, I felt this was the best place for that, please continue poetry.

[Cloud Strife]

It's what makes you unique,
So don't be ashamed.
You'll find that your friends
will like it, and love it.
You want to change it,
so you'll be the same
as the rest of us,
but you you need to realize
is that 'fitting in' is not
always the best choice
when God gives you a gift,
for He wants you to use it.