I can't stand this feeling of utter dread
Painting my deft fingers in blood red
The colour of the evening sky ablaze
When all my thoughts are trapped in a misty haze
I could be the dancer, but the wind is still
And for now my heart shan't hold any will
Sweet tears that fall, like broken candy
Walking alone in places of dandy
The damned, I break
Not a breath shall I take
For the air you've breathed has become soiled
By my selfish deeds, my mind now boiled
Until I die, I shall not seek you, your timidness
And shattered smile, filled with loneliness
Like mine

If you haven't noticed, I'm not happy lately. XD

My haiku was ignored. Oh well, I have a new one! And this one's actually meant to be good!

A rattle, a scratch,
a hum; white leaves are squeezed out
like crying infants.

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Post last edited by arren18 on 05.10.2009, 02:50 PM.

I felt myself being gradually engulfed by dark shadows.

The intense blue light vanished, and the sound of Cheyenne's muffled cries filled the void of which my eyes could no longer see. She was right beside me, screaming for the girl they'd taken away. I stared blindly at her, when suddenly she fell silent. I felt blood slide down my cheek gently, a forgotten tension in my back. It was Joseph, as he laid his cold hands on my shoulders and returned the blue haze to my eyes. We were trapped.

Cheyenne wasn't sitting there beside me. Instead, my face became gravely pale when I saw her limp body on the black floor. I turned around and clung to Joseph, who remained silent and stared listlessly at the girl's body. He looked into my blue eyes and smiled. "Do you wish to return to the days of blue skies, Marilyn?"

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I wrote this quickly. I'm trying to decipher the plot for my story Applicant Blue and so far I really really adore the feeling of it. Marilyn is a boy who sees things in blue and accidentally signs his life over to Joseph, thinking if he didn't he would end up drowning himself. Now, this is also based a bit on the song Burial Applicant by The GazettE... I haven't much of an idea what I want it to be about, but there's some confusing ideas I'm not going to bother mentioning yet.. :/

Let's try again:

Gaia freshly blooms;
a painter’s swallow spirals
through barbecue smoke.

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I liked your first one, Arren~. ^^ Sorry I didn't comment..

Like a cool breeze
You appear when the clouds are most miserable
And let your venomous tongue hang
Strands of angel's hair illuminate your dreadful face
With a silent smirk, I am yours, the person you tease

We could hold out till dawn, when the backgrounds changed
And the gates opened, the bright droplets of sun
Transparent against the heavenly scenery
Disguised by purple silhouettes
Your eyes flicker and you smile, a face so enraged

As morning leaked around us, our hands the same
Painting decorative colours against the blank bodies of clouds
The golden plate in your left hand falls to the floor
I hold you, but the sweet virgin honey upon my lips
Is not why you came

This is loosely based on Grave of the Fireflies, in the sense that Setsuko is old enough to write in this.

I'm quite pleased with it, but they're too many short sentences and my grammar might be a bit iffy in places...and it's a bit long.

Ah well, here goes XD

Fireflies

Father, it is Lonely without you here.
Food is running out and everything is scarce; we traded in all we had for rice and I have not seen fruit for months.
Seita tries to put on a brave face, but even he is waning.

The war is not glamorous here.
The villagers do not help us; instead they scorn and only protect their own.
Everywhere I see rotting bodies. Forgotten and lying on the roadside.
I long to scream and shout, but the sound is so familiar now that people do not even turn their heads.
The hopelessness is consuming us all, and any news from the fronts is inconsequential.
It matters not who wins; it is the war that is killing us.

I am writing this to you now by the light of the fireflies.
They surround our shelter, and I see things in them.
I can see you; miles away, fighting for our name in a foreign land.
I can see Mother smiling down at me.
I can see a time long in the future, or long in the past when we will be reunited.
But like everything else, the fireflies are dying, and I can see all hope going with them.

I know that you will never read this, but I needed to release the everlasting horror inside of me.
The wind will take this in your stead; fly it across the lands and the waves.
I die in the hope that somewhere; someone will read my thoughts, and so I will not have perished in vain.

My heart is with you always, Daughter.

Daughter,
Something is happening; we have changed coordinates, but they tell us nothing.
We all fear that this is the end.
Supplies are running out; we doubt if we even have enough bullets to end it all for ourselves.
I cannot remember what land feels like, nor the smell of flowers in spring.
But always, I remember you sweet daughter.
You, and your mother and brother, is all that is keeping me going.
I struggle through each day in the knowledge that I will see you again.

But the war is not glamorous here.
The soldiers are getting restless, and malnutrition is taking hold.
We are discarding our dead to the sea, and it is now a daily chore.
But still, our superiors will not halt our relentless charge.
They are blinded by their loyalty and insist it would be a dishonour to consider retreat.

Others are going mad by the constant isolation, but I will not.
I will return home to see you again, as I promised.
And I will see fit that you are safe in the uncertain times ahead.

My heart is with you always, Father.

I returned home that autumn to see the devastation first hand.
Foreigners are in charge of the dying wastelands and our flags our burning.
But I care not, I care only for you.
Our house is destroyed. Auntie’s house is destroyed.
I long not too, but I am beginning to abandon hope.
I sit here now, in the peace and tranquillity of the lakeside; and I can see you by the light of the fireflies.

I see you, standing there, in the futility of it all;
A kamikaze helmet on your head,
Saluting your glorious war.

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And in the air, the fireflies, our only light in paradise


Clicky

@.@ Ooh, interesting~. <3 Ah, I forgot, my boyfriend would probably really like that movie.. I let him rant about WW2 and all he knew was like... wow. I find that story/poem quite interesting.

So, I'm creating a story right now before I get into work on my trilogy. And I'm wondering what I should include that involves various forms of mountain crones from folklore. I know a few, but I need an interesting appearance. I'd like to fuse something like Black Annis and Yamanba together.. Anyway, here's a brief summary of what I've conjured up. I've posted brief entries on it, but I decided today some new ideas..


The story is told through Marilyn, a young man who is sent to the seaside to live with a woman his father had an affair with. Marilyn has a deep obsession with the colour blue, and when he arrives has a strange sense the ocean will one day claim his life but not his body. One evening while admiring the sea, he meets Joseph, an older enigmatic man with a troublesome mind. As he starts to become close to Joseph, Marilyn starts to fear that their friendship would never deepen if he didn't meet with Joseph during the day. After arriving at the seaside, he ends up heading into the tangled mess of a large hilly wood, which Joseph had always unconsciously pulled him away from. While in the wood, he discovers a man similar to Joseph in appearance. The two search for Joseph, only to discover that his friend has married an old mountain crone in exchange for his life, of whom has murdered and eaten his family. The young man with Marilyn turns out to be Joseph's younger brother, a famous actor who had drowned several years earlier. The two try to free Joseph of this mystical lifestyle, before Joseph can lead Marilyn to his death..

Arren18, I like your short pieces. It's often very hard to get much meaning packed into so few words, you do it well.

There are some very talented writers here, excellent poetry. I haven't written any in years, and don't intend to start, though I'm thinking of trying to write a fantasy story that's rattling around in this mostly empty cranium of mine.

My Daughter is a pretty good writer, she did a fanfic based on the characters from Escaflowne. I thought it was pretty good, and she's working on a second book now. Our freind Sakura made it into a very nice pdf file. If you're interested you can find it here. http://www.allanime.org/index.php?id=265 The pdf is at the bottom of the page.

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Where was it you said I was going? And what am I doing in this hand basket??

I call it 'Pianist'. It's based off my mother... ^^


She sits
At the piano
Hands poised above the keys
Waiting
For the signal

Fingers touch the keys gently
Sound flows forth

A gentle melody
Weaving a pattern,
A tapestry of music
In the silent room

Fingers scuttle across the keys
Slowly, quickly
A lively tango
A gentle waltz
The fingers can play anything

After a while the hands tire
Drop from the keys
And lay silently on her lap

Here's something I wrote a while back. I was supposed to reinterpret the Orpheus and Eurydice myth for a college assignment. It turned out okay, I think.


Letter to Orpheus

I remembered you today—and cried tears
Of pity that clung to the asphodels
Like dew. I remembered the way you would
Gaze into the pools of my eyes and see
A song, the way you would hold me like an
Urn, the way you whispered lies so sincere
You believed each and every one yourself.

Oh, Orpheus, it wasn’t all your fault.
I loved it as much as you did—the way
You swept me up and traced me in the stars.
We were both so in love with “it,” we thought
We loved each other. But, of course, we were
Just reveling in our roles. Our masks were
Always there to keep real lips from kissing.

And, of course, we were both so beauty-blind
We never saw the trap—or maybe we
Didn’t want to. Maybe you still haven’t.
Maybe this will help you see. It wasn’t
Until our wedding day that I realized
We both had surrendered our lives to a
Game we would soon grow weary of playing.

And that is why I went to the meadow,
Found a viper, took it by the throat, and,
Sobbing, led its dripping fangs to my heel.


Also, my attempt at writing a sonnet:

Sophia

I am the tangled root beneath this frail
White daffodil; and you, the flower that
I strangle with caresses—daughter in
My image, by my image blighted now.
In the beginning we were formed within
The seed’s dark brine, and we diffused until
We were the depth and silence coalesced—
But you were mine no more than I was yours.
I see now that we could have grown a rose
If I had let you bloom of your accord—
If I had known I was the wilting plague.
I yearn to be within the womb again!
But time shoots up, my bright idea. You
Must save me from myself, my angel—

My Sophia.

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I like tea!

Post last edited by Orphic Okapi on 06.09.2009, 12:39 PM.

I shall attempt reviving. :'D I'm gonna write a poem, since tomorrow is four things to me: Father's day, first day of summer, my friend departs for two months, and it's the day Kami died. ♥

So let me think of a little poem~.

My fingertips turn to ashes
My hair uncut, my falling lashes
Feel the skin on my back cut
Miserable pain, like a beaten mutt

Dreams of mine end to night
Sorrow has vanished, my life takes new flight
From lost wings, I fall towards my reality
Lost it all, the crimson fate, to God's vanity

That evening sky, of pink and blue
Are my dreams that I had strew
Upon the world, through sparkles, delight
And I know in my broken heart, I've finally done right

The rain has ended, my pain has come
I've finally died, oh so end, I'm done
The wings of a butterfly turn to white
I'm virgin, I'm pure, clear tears, no might

I follow to heaven, through the night's road
Smiling my last goodbye, my last mode
Eyes shut tightly, as I embrace
A new kind of life, with a new face

Pieces

You left me
Cut
me
In Two
Two halfs of one locket,
constantly striving, aching
yearning
to be put back

Together.



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NECRO BEAST! Anyway Fancied doing some poetry and this suddenly came tumbling out

(are we allowed resurrecting anything from the second page? D: )

Revive, damn thread, revive! XD

Red Flowers
So the dreaded day has come
When I'd look at you, who I wanted to shun
I fell for you, within an instant
Yet I know we can't...

Blue eyes, sinfully bright
Fill me up with uncertain delight
I try to detain a pleasant smile
Try to leave your memory in a forgotten file

Somehow, you rush in there
Into me, who can only stare
Reach out for you at any moment
But then it will crash down, the circus tent

You had my heart going like a trapeze act
Swinging wildly in midair, as we make small contact
With one another, but your eyes likely watch another
Just as I watch you, forever

We pass the other by without so much as a glance
Since I know I don't have that chance
To be with you like the others, I'm left alone
Maybe one day you'll come, to me in my empty cone

Thinning down, spreading upward
How quickly does it pass us, as we walk towards
A future without the other in the distance
Like standing in the rain on a quiet night, romance

It won't ever bloom for me
A tiny red flower, only one I can see
It's lost from you, who walks upon the vacant lily pads
Thinking of me, who you believe has gone mad

Leave me in the concrete street
I won't ever see you again, we might never meet
You who was so cruel in the past
Could you really be you who I see? Or the shadow you cast

Why am I lost within the shadows of your distorted figure?
That flower will never bloom...

Spur-of-the-moment haiku made up in about one minute.

Drawing

Hand moves across page
Try to draw what's in my head
The attempt is bad

Winters day is done
Green shoots rising from the ground
Young thoughts now of love...


a spur of the moment creation...

hahaha, I just notices that animekittynya used the "spur of the moment' phrase too, lol

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Post last edited by husky51 on 03.21.2010, 10:26 AM.

Wow, everybody seems to be doing Haikus! I guess i'll give it a go...

Religion blooms
In the shadows
of withered hope.

Not sure i've quite got the hang of this one

A few poems i've tried my hand out....


Shackles

I saw a dog today
tied up by a chain
wrapped around a gate
outside the supermarket.


it was a stringy creature
all bones and doe eyes
tail tucked between it’s legs
and quivering.


on it’s paws it leapt
as people approached
it’s eyes glinting with canine
adoration until


they fell dull once again
lustreless black buttons
resting beneath drooping
ragamuffin ears.


It began to rain, icy
droplets that echoed
heavily on the window shield
still the dog waited.


eyes trained on the swiping
doors of the shop, it sat
as it became a bedraggled
quaking husk of fur.


neither rain nor wind
affected the silent hound
as it poised itself on the
precipice of joy.


the owner didn’t arrive
not whilst I watched
and yet that imperfect
trust remained


as unquestionable as the feel of rain in cold bones.


it’s funny how
what we love the most
shackles us.


yet we rarely confront
that unshakeable devotion
that runs through us all
man and dog.