5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

A tribute to someone...I wonder if he can figure out who...

What is he hiding? A pain that others can't see..
And how does he go on? What can it be?
What is the sorrow that he writes?
And through his eyes he sees what sights?
Respected, perfected
Tears are brought to my eyes...
Inspected, infected
For how can any of it be a lie?
I read, and I cry
And why...and why...
For I have not felt like he shows
Knowledge beyond what I know
I put my fears out on ink
Belittling all that I think
But to him I cannot compare
His writings keep me ensnare
I wonder, why he writes thus?
How could someone be so tough?
For I have played my hand at the game
And I have lost more than I have gained
And he's here talking, laughing
His power flowing, never sapping
We all live, but he lives truly
No pretensions, never fooling
And yet he's sad, and that is seems
His love is just a simple dream

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Like a Vase

Here, in not so
poetic terms,
is what I really dislike
about you.

You are not worth
time or attention.

And yet you desire it.
You crave it.
Demand it.
With pretty words.
Empty words.
Shallow words.

And people give it to you.
And your are fed.
And your hunger is satisfied.
And you are a complete person.

There is a constant theme
prevelant in
EVERYTHING
that you place infront of me.
In front of anyone.

And that is your words.
The change, yes indeed,
but the soul is the same.

Angst.

And so, dearest, you are
Like a Vase
A pretty vase
You are placed on a pedestal
that you don't deserve.
And is only paid attention to
when dusted.

Once in a while.

(Thanks to BMG! for helping me find the words I wanted to say for the longest time. Luv ya, sweetie! )

[Cloud Strife]

"Grief Unending"

Down her cheek rolls one more tear,
Lost, again, one she holds dear.
Her grief is growing, greater still,
She clings to life by force of will.

Another day, another sorrow,
Will she cry again tomorrow?
She once was happy, but no more.
Sadness grips her very core.

With nothing left, she turns to drinking,
Does her best to stop the thinking.
Though each night brings dreamless bliss,
Dawn brings memories, a solid fist.

Her hope grows dim, begins to fade,
Her outlook turns a darker shade.
The hole she digs grows ever deeper,
Its sides are growing smoother, steeper.

I see all this, and come to her,
Beneath the guise of counselor.
Comfort I showed as I tried to console,
But grief had robbed her, taken her soul.

That night, she cried, with bottle drained,
And finally put an end to her pain.
Now we mourn the loss of a friend,
For whom, it seems, grief had no end.

[WanderingActor]

Sonnet to Spenser

Beauty is found in the inside too
But does that beauty matter to you?
To me that beauty is there it's true
Yet the beauty outside puts me in a better mood

Most other men would find me crude
Funny that those men are ugly too
They say that the outside is nasty
And they have really bad problems with acne

So if you think that I am rude
You're probably one ugly dude
The life of beauty is hard to live
When you have all this outer glory to give

So beautiful people must unite
To carry on our glorius light!

*This is a sonnet to prove that outer beauty is important too, you ugly bastards! *

[BlackMageGirl!]

Stage star, famous actor
Admired by some, loathed by others
For confidence and arrogance
Are the only faces that he shows

But that cannot be all
There must be more
Behind the looking glass
Would I have a chance to see?

He professes indifference
To things ugly and unclean
And when he talks people find that
He shows nothing else

Then, for one solitary night
He takes off his mask
Of pretend arrogance
And of tiring conceit

And he walks along that stage
Hearing echo's of the fans cheers
And he sighs in regret
For soon He will be gone...

[Cloud Strife]

This poem is a sort of follow up to "Grief Unending."

I find myself the one to blame,
Despite my efforts, all in vain.
Or was it from them that you snapped?
The grief goes on, now I am trapped.

That one failure has started a chain,
I look at myself with great disdain.
More trouble came from my mistake,
Now I need help, or I will break.

My thoughts, to me, are now quite true.
My darling, I could not comfort you!
And now I write, gun to my head.
I'll finish this now. Soon I'll be dead.

What cruelness, fate, why do you tempt me?
I pulled on the trigger of a gun quite empty.
Quickly I think of a different way,
I must go now, without delay!

And then it hit me, a thought I missed.
You wouldn't want me to be like this.
My love for you was renewed, I found.
I broke down sobbing, head on the ground.

Since that night, my life has changed,
No more worry, no feeling deranged.
Make no mistake, I still do mourn.
But from that night, I was reborn.

Life can be the darkest night, sometimes with no dawn
But with you for guiding light, I'll continue to live on.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Romantic interlude

I watch from afar
And see a story unfold
Right before my eyes
A story teller's romance

He talks about how cold his heart
How he searches for her everlasting
He sighs, and he writes more
But, something is different this time

His words are lighter, faster paced
It must be, she was there, and spirits soar
He found her, but she doesn't know
And he once again expects failure

For he has played this game called love
So many times before, and he hasn't won
Even though, he still searches for that one
The one that will melt the ice around his heart

He has gone, searching for the answer
What shall he do to capture her heart?
Talk to her every time they meet?
Write her poems oh so sweet?

Or perhaps bring her a rose
A yellow budding rose
For yellow is the color
Of love everlasting

And I watch this story unfold
How it will pass, I wonder
And will I be the one
To comfort him when the story ends?

[Introduction]

This is a song I wrote, probably my best one yet.

"This Place" ~ Me

This place
It screams, shouting out
Destroying all that man has doubt
The screaming lives, the shrieking cries
And all the many sacrifice

The mighty have fallen
We're becoming Stalin
Every life we take is a lie we make
Another dies, its another prize
To this country that does not shake

This place
It screams, shouting out
A village in a time of drought
The screaming lives, the shrieking cries
And all the many ones who die

A crumbling station
A falling nation
We're the ones who stun the rise
A crying child, its land defiled
By the country who takes no shame

This place
It screams, shouting out
A dying flame blazes out
The screaming lives, the shrieking cries
And all the many fading sky

From democratic
To enigmatic
Who are we to kill with glee?
A fatal shot, a bleeding plot
From the country in constant daze

This place
Its quiet, breathing out
Nothing distraught or left to doubt
The silent lives, there are no cries
What you hear as you die...

[BlackMageGirl!]

His eyes so distant
His voice so cold
I see in that instant
The bitterness it holds

And I answer with a false smile
And wave back with forced cheer
The brink widens at each mile
And in its depths fall my tears

I look over the chasm edge
And wonder if I should just fall
Tumbling over the fragile ledge
And he watching, moving not at all

He's so far away and yet so very near
He puts himself in the cage of silence
No matter how hard the bars I tear
He is wrapped in it, feeling compliant

I look at him, and I knew why
I remember the reason, oh I admit
I see him now and I cry
He's changed, now it fits

I walk away, with sadness and despair
I look back, he still dwells
The place that he was, he's still there
Ignoring the future, not compelled

For his gaze is cold, his voice distant
My eyes have been opened, in that instant

[Funka Genocide]

new, its all I've ever lived for
once seen is oft' enough
and over twice is pain

complex, and to a fault I'll argue
never knowing much of what
it is I talk about

yearning, always wanting
to be known for what I am
because I don't know either

writing, recording life in pieces
as if it had a purpose
I'd love to think it does


next poem, its called "I carry Onlly Breeze"

Sent with face so uninviting
To a destiny so grand
It beggars one of understanding
And with mercy in their hand

I carry only breeze
An airy touch I bring
It’s careless as the seas
Its treachery, it stings

Fate used as a weapon
Unstoppable may be
A heart killed for protection
Unforgivable indeed

And so I carry on
Caressing lives with mine
And overlapping tides
Like grapes made into wine

I may never rise to glories grand occasion; I may sit and wait for life to lead me on. But if I take this road, with tears unjustified, at the least let it be known, I helped in others lives.