5 minute poetry

[Tyrazial]

I wrote this as a Biography for my EVE Online character:

Born from the fires of war, combat is what I know
Forged through the fires of war, combat is how I grow
Tempered by the fires of war, the battlefield is where I lie
Cooled by the fires of war, the battlefield is where I'll die

[Nikose Tyris]

Inspired by a comic.

I wonder who you are



There is a stairway before me.

I look forward, and I see that the steps are broken in some places, and that dusty footprints have disturbed the dust before.

I look behind me, and I see no footprints, only clean wooden stairs.

Before me, shadows and scary thoughts- behind me, joyful memories.

As I progress up the stairs, my feet meeting with each footprint, I begin to cry. For now I realize, I'm walking another's path of lonliness.

And as I walk, the footprints I step into, the person I become as I walk, is someone smaller, someone frightened.

And as I walk, the footprint engulfs me, pushing me into greater bravado and bravery.

And I cry as I wear the path's hundreds of masks, of fear and lonliness.

And as I walk, I hear the one who was before crying to me, telling me the words I feared to hear.

"We are all alone and lost. There is none to walk with us and guide us."

And with a courage I did not know I could muster, I reply.

"But for now, we are lost together. I wonder who you are?"

[Funka Genocide]

I've found no inspiration lately, or maybe that's incorrect. Perhaps I'm as inspired as I've ever been, simply sleeping through the days without time to understand my pangs of emotion. Hiding in the eaves of normalcy, as years approach an avalanche across this arid landscape; the place I now call home.



but here, well here's where it started, never an empty page when the fingers start flying here. But here isn't real, or anymore so than that nowhere-space I call a heart. So maybe the words mean nothing, or everything, but they're here at least.



here at last.

I Am Not In Love

I am not in love
for what the price remains
my dividends can't pay
my clarity is fierce, cold and tasteless
and eyes that no more burn
than see past hearts
into the true emotions


I am not alone
oh that I were again
the fool in longing lust
for flavors never known
but known too well
the taste of lies
spilt readily


I am not your own
do not cherish this
these hours spent entwined
for closely held, for hardly known
I am not whole
kiss my neck
taste the fear


I am less and less
as evenings carry on
a shadow, falsehood, charlatan
lying in your bed
and I am not in love
nor shall I ever be
with you


Be My Witness


In the morning
when the evening hits my eyes
when the beverages tell no lies
and the dreams resound

At the concert
where the set was fucking hot
deciding to, or not
continue in distress

on my sleeve
where blood still cools and dries
the heart can't testify
if the witness dies

be my witness
in the morning
be my witness
but don't mourn me

After midnight
the telephone screams your name
and radios lay the blame
on the air

fucking starlight
grinds the eyes to dust
and you should know, I must
recite my death again

at your hands
that only now can hold
a sentiment so bold
as love

be my witness
in the morning
be my witness
just don't call me...

[RickZarber]

Photo Album Blues

I've been thinking lately 'bout them good old days
Back before we all went our seperate ways
And I find I don't remember too much
And I find I never saw you enough

And I miss it all despite the fact I know
Nostalgia gives it an appealing glow
And I miss it all despite the pain we knew
And most of all I find I'm missing you

The smiling faces staring back at me
From so long ago, it seems that we were free
But all that we've gained since then are the years
And memories in which we don't all appear

I don't want them back, those days to repeat
I just want the people whom daily I'd greet
Though it may be long ere we meet again
Know that to me you shall always be "friend"

[Funka Genocide]

This is a song I wrote, and recorded. I'll send a link if you want to download it and hear it, vocals by me of course. It's free too!

The Morning

Gotta find another one to take the misery away
but findin' aint the only way to get what it is that you seek
and I called you on the way to the car
and I called you on a whim and I called, can I called

but you are not the same old lies
and you are not the same one that I knew

oh gotta find the mornin' 'fore I run away into the night
but all that we are livin' for seemed so right
yeah right your wrongs and leave me here by myself

and you are not the same one that I knew
and you are not the same old lies

holdin' to the moment I knew you didn't need
and runnig from the passion tha I brought to it's knees
so take my fianl answer and just leave me be

and you are not the same old lies
and you are not the same one that I knew
but you were all I knew before the morning took the meaning away

[Nikose Tyris]

The Dancer

A dance began quietly
The girl didn't know she had
Her feet barely moved
her hands only sagged.

She moved quietly
across the floor
Ever closer
towards the door

her head hung low,
her spirits were glum
the air felt too warm,
her soul felt numb.

It's time for a change-
I need something new.
I need to stop being
And become something new.

she raised her hand up
She tested the door
just as she had
so many times before

She gave it a push
or at least she tried
But something about it...
Something her heart denied.

She gave a great shove,
Ignoring her heart,
And the door flew open
With a heave and a start.

But behind the door
lay not what she thought-
This wasn't the paradise
She thought she had sought

She danced in the darkness
as quiet as she could
With tears on her face
feet glancing on wood.

The floor gave a sigh
As wooden boards heaved
And fell from beneath her
and she collapsed onto leaves.

She rose from the pile
And the dance still went on
she traced back her steps
To find where she had gone

She could not find her place
Nor could she her heart
as lost as she was,
scared from the start.

Still, she danced away
Night after night
Tracing her steps
Until the dawning light

Never knowing it to be,
Never knowing the truth
Never finding her way back
To where her mother could soothe.

She dances alone now
As quiet as can be
And all she wishes
is for us to see

The story is not about
how easily things change;
Nor is it about
How it is sometimes strange.

This story is about acceptance-
about becoming what's real.
There are three states of being;
Being, becoming, and real.

[RagnarofBurland]

I look upon screens,
See the images passing,
The news shows sorrows.

Edit: I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to write anything with length anymore, just these simple Haiku...

[Funka Genocide]

I am
incredible
in a sense
and yet
I didn't know
she needed
particular
magnificence
I thought
any old
spectacular
would do

[RaiRai]

Upon sharp staircases, the maze puzzles its place
crystal delusions send forth blankets of light
crimson and gold, some royal fiasco
that bounces off corners, down each new flight
down each new contortion, evenly spread
jagged and charming, stairway to plight
daring depths with each new sensational step
eager to meet with the newest fight.

To whom do I owe this torturous pleasure
for allowing these stairs to function and form?
Each new step bleeds with anxious impatience
waiting to see the young child born.

Awash in shades of transparency, glass
no rail to assist the feeble or the weak
distilled with thoughts of some grand entrance
shattered silence with the dare to speak
each step a torture without comparison
the staircase flows from that which I seek
some elegant dream of an excursion
from these blistering stairs I walk each week.

And in the knowledge of the tomorrow,
I'll take to my toes and walk there, bare
across the hall into the sunlight
to grasp that child that I did dare.

[Bob The Mercenary]

One I wrote for Creative Writing class.


Silence

Here I sit in silence,
waiting patiently,
for the one I hope alone,
exists to set me free.

This wait has lasted ages,
with several endings passed,
I watch them all slip by,
each one better than the last.

I approach them all with caution,
knowing only one is real.
While most are meant to hide the truth,
and change the way I feel.

Pathetic is what I’m called,
and scared is what I am,
still I shrug away these voices,
I can’t prove anything to them.

Rain comes down and sun goes up,
In my state I notice neither.
I lie back down and close my eyes,
pray the next I see is her.

Or maybe I’m just dreaming,
and she’s not out there at all,
but still I yell and scream,
hoping someone hears my call.

In the silence I listen close,
knowing nothing else to do.
I wonder if the sound I hear,
is her waiting for me too.