LoveDeath Poetry

Sister Sparrow

2009-10-13T18:59:00.000-07:00

Why still have I forgotten
to lie there in the shade
while the sun it has been beating
down on my face for days

Oh dear little sparrow
I'm sorry you went so high
I feel I must have left you
in the cold noon sun to die

We flew together once
you watched and tried to soar
I saw once that you had fallen
and rose to fly no more.

Oh sparrow with your little wings
please forgive me when I cry
For of the pain your heart it rings
the fault, the blame was mine.

When fall you did
the fox he hid
his tail above your eyes

In hopelessness I searched for you
and came back to only sigh.
I will hold you now as best I can
though your feathers mangled
and eyes are dim -with tears.

Though your mind it is in pain my dear
Know that one day I will draw near
If only with my heart.
If only with these words.

Oh dear sparrow know now I
that you were not the one to die
And pain and fear will trouble you
'Cause of the plight that you went through.

(Know now I that like occurrence is common.)

So I say to you dear sparrow
for I'm a sparrow too.
That once your wings are healed
They'll be more use to you.

Though I can't now be there
to show you how to fly
I hope that you'll remember
That we all soon must die.

You'll have to learn to use them
in ways other than before
I know that when you master this
Its then I'll see you soar.

I'll see you soar on eagles wings
And speak no more we of the things
That stabbed your heart and still pained mine.
- Then I will see you fly for sure.

And other birds will be there too
ones not too unlike the likes of you
And you will know what they have done
so we will all delight the sun with our flight.

Then you will pick those off the ground
who also foxes holes have found
And you will show them how to fly
as hopefully so once did I
- for you.

April or May?

2009-03-01T23:19:00.000-08:00

so long?

the seams.

bitter
frustration
cannot
be
myself
when

when I

know

know this
has to
be something
or
or
the way

sleepless.
sinking,
aching?
no need?
confusion
confession
which?

forget.

lightless pictures
so bright,
so blind
Where?

writhing
weary
beaten
gnashing

Is this real?

Dodge This or Die Wondering If You Can

2009-02-11T18:52:00.000-08:00

Your gun to my head
giving me a challenge.
I feel you next to me-
so close. Nothing's wrong.

How do I
respond to this?
I don't. Passive
resistance of fear.

I should speak
plainly, but
clearly words escape.
Orion speaks as much.

This was not here
for so long,
but I knew it was.
Sleeping to find again.

The tree has fallen,
and no one was there
to hear.

The stars fall, but
no one was there
to see.

Actions overcome words
but both can still shatter
on the floor like glass.
Tell me now...

With steel to my head,
uncertian of what is
in front or behind-
What should I do?

Subsistence

2008-12-28T18:11:00.000-08:00

There is nothing without you.
Everything was made by you.
If you were not,
Everything is not.
I cannot live,
I cannot exist
without your love.
The earth remains
because you hold it
in your arms,
and it is in these same arms
that you hold me.
And that is why
I remain.

Wisdom is She

2008-12-15T19:34:00.000-08:00

She is calling.
Into the streets
I go.
No answer.

Another cries.
Lured by charm
I go.
Arms await.

Again she calls
I turn away
To find
Only wind.

Returning now
To the diamond
I gaze
Into distortion.

She is calling
Me but now
I stay.
I cannot hear her.

Folly is here.
She is now my Ruin
When I am deaf
To a whisper.

This one needs a lot of explaining. There are two characters calling to the speaker. Each one of them alternates with each verse. It starts with wisdom. The second one that cries is Folly. Wisdom calls the speaker out of Folly’s house and into the streets. And the speaker goes but finds no one. Folly calls the speaker back, so not thinking he has found anything away from Folly he returns. Now wisdom calls again, but this time the speaker only turns rather than leaving- showing his progression away from Wisdom and into Folly. And in returning to Folly, the speaker is not even beckoned. He returns on his own because of what he has found. He has found a diamond which is beautiful to him, but what is behind the diamond is distorted by the cut edges of it. Wisdom continues to call, but the speaker either no longer hears or ignores her, and decides to stay with Folly, who has enticed him. At the end the speaker gives the moral of it all; Folly brings destruction, and Wisdom is always calling, but she must be sought out (or listened for) in order to be heard.

The structure of the verses also degenerates to show the steady decline of the speaker as he chooses Folly. All of the lines in verse 1 and 2 match exactly with their syllables. The last line in verse 4 varies slightly from the one in verse 3. And then verse 6 is completely different than all of the others. Verses 2, 4, and 6 show Folly’s enticement getting stronger with every second. Verses 1, 3, and 5 remain constant to show that wisdom will always be wisdom, and wisdom will never change.

Derelict

2008-10-17T20:20:00.000-07:00

Once again I am cast out.
The outer reaches of
memory is where I'll live,
If I even exist at all.

I wish I could know
where I exist: belong.

Dead are the days
when I would walk
without the sound
of this bell on my neck.

I wish I could know
if I exist: belong.

"You belonged once
but exist no more
you do, says I"
And who are you?

Where do you exist?
Where do you belong?
Is it not here
on the Earth as I?

We are both human
both bleed blood
both cry tears
both die slowly
every day we live.

If only you could
see what you once saw.
Open eyes distorted
by perception viruses.

I wish you could see
that I exist: belong.

The scars you carry
will heal one day.
That day, I'm afraid
will be too late.

Then you will know
that we exist: belong.

I put this on eliteskills and got some good reviews from it. Thought I'd share it on here.

Absalom (Alt. Ending)

2008-10-11T20:08:00.000-07:00

I loved her so much

I fought for her,

I bled for her,

I would die for her.

But you stole her heart

Early in the morning

By the gate that I

Fought so valiantly for.

My sweat and tears were no match

For your crafty words,

Your long soft hair,

Your deep dark eyes,

And your succulent lips

With such a kiss

That in times such as this

she knows not where her mind is.

While you burned her,

She still praised you.

While I cared for her,

She drove me away.

Today the King lives

Wherever the king may be

Riding on the mountain

Or with his head in the tree.

But her heart was detached

From anything she desired.

If it was desire she desired

Then desire is her reward.

But I cannot afford

To loose her to you.

I wept in the gateway

after you were gone.

She returned today

Though you’ll never see dawn.

She returned to me

Just as she should.

Our love is stronger

than it ever was before

all thanks to you.

I hold her close

to my heart every day.

And she now returns the favor.

Phantasma

2008-10-11T19:54:00.000-07:00

One more time
One more moment
One more place
One more memory

to place in the past
is being recalled in
the present.
Thank you for being
here with me in this
once more.

Goodbye is not
what I need
to hear this time
so Ill replay
all of the time before
I faded from your eyes
and your life faded from mine.

I'm using my fingers
to try to breathe in the
air that keeps me alive.
But that same
air was not sufficent for you.

Goodbye is not
what I wanted
to say just when
you fell through
my grasp.

One more memory
one more place
one more moment
one more time
that I watch you die.

...

2008-10-04T22:16:00.000-07:00

Just to let you know, I am working on something kinda complicated so its going to take a while. To view my progress you can go to http://www.eliteskills.com/u/lovedeathsdeath

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and so on and so forth are the rhyming scheme- making the second and fourth lines of the next verse rhyme with the third line of the previous verse. And it has pentameter. I don't think it's Iambic, but it could be. Its something that my head made up, but sometimes I tend to "make up" something that I've heard before and didn't remember hearing it. That's how my mind works. I don't think I know things, but its really in there somewhere...

Trinity

2008-09-01T10:13:00.000-07:00

Yes I can.
We were here once.
Now is not the same.

Kiss me once more.
Another chance to say
words unsaid before.

Another moment
where I can't say I'm sorry.
Just kiss me...

...One last time.

This poem was directly inspired by the scene The Matrix: Revolutions where Trinity dies. "Yes I can" is what she says when Neo says "You can't die." I almost wanted to put "die" at the end of the line, but I like it better without it because if you don't know what its about, you don't know she's dying until the end of the poem. So there it is. And I'm really big on numbers, so because the title is "Trinity" I did 3 stanzas of 3 lines. I then isolated the last line for dramatic effect. This is probably the most I've ever explained about a poem without someone asking why I did certain things. So feel privileged.

Warrior Soul

2008-07-22T01:27:00.000-07:00

So this is where we are.
Stillness lies beneath.
The tremble of the ground.
The beat of marching feet.
Shouting through my heart
that we cannot die
pick up your weapon
lay down your battle cry.

Sound can go so far
then it is destroyed.
Actions cause for war
to fill this empty void.

A double sided sword
is what I choose to take
Running through your heart.
Now you choose your fate.
Knowing by true love
that I will not die
pick up your weapon.
Lay down your battle cry.

Sound can go so far
then it is destroyed.
Actions cause for war
to fill this empty void.

So now it comes to this.
Life will not repeat.
The waking of your soul
When you are complete
Shouting through your heart
that you cannot die.
Pick up your weapon
Lay down your battle cry.

This is kind of inspired by Demon Hunter's style of writing their songs. So many times we get so emotional and speak of great actions that we want to accomplish, but rather than work towards them, we talk about them passionately. This is a call to convert that passion to action.

Shed No Tears For We Share the Same Earth

2008-06-06T21:09:00.000-07:00

Sorry I had to say goodbye.
Each life has its own.
If there's nothing
else you know in yours,
Know that I love you.

If you know my current situation, then you will know what this is about.

The Cricket

2008-05-15T22:37:00.000-07:00

My chair squeaks
as the cricket eeks
its chirpy song into my ear.
I press on though,
and string my bow
to shoot for some meat, a deer.

I cannot kill
for my belly to fill.
This cricket took my cheer.

His rhytm it spent
the message he sent,
and I found it rather queer

That this cricket should stay
For many a day
And CHIRP a CHIRP,
my computer to usurp,
To keep me from a deer

His songy song
that seems so long
into my unwilling ear.

No symbolism or hidden meanings in this poem. Just random craziness about a cricket that was driving me crazy.

The Sand On the Only Shore Across the Sea

2008-05-15T11:12:00.000-07:00

A complete failure I am. Oh well, here is a poem I wrote for someone a few months ago. I'll try to put something recent on here tonight.

Oh princess of your castle,
how long must I wait
to see you again?
I've searched my life
knowing exactly who you are,
never acknowledging you weren't there

as your hair was blown
by the wind and we stood in the trees
knowing not we could see each other again.

And the wind blew by the years
giving way to our fears of never loving.
So you saw your princes and I my maidens.
And though we never laid in their beds
we never knew the dead could be so enticing.

Now knowing the dead are not alive
You and I should strive to spend our days
in the land of the living.

Oh princess of your castle,
how long must I wait
to see you again?
I've searched my life
knowing exactly who you are,
and I never want to leave your side.

Rondel

2008-04-21T11:44:00.000-07:00

A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:
ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
(Basically the lower end of CRAZY)

-I will try one tonight. I hope it goes well...

Memories of a Lifetime

2008-04-20T21:47:00.000-07:00

Memories may last forever
You only last a lifetime-
Which is all I have left
to make memories of you.

If those memories are ours
will they not only last a lifetime?
A lifetime to make more
As we remember those past.

Every moment is the past
I hope our future will make
for us a delightful life-
Our life spent together.

For you

2008-04-18T19:41:00.000-07:00

I decided to delete this one because it was a stupid angsty poem.

Splatters

2008-04-15T20:33:00.000-07:00

I hate you
Knife to the back
Back to the chest
blood runs red
or just splatters
nonetheless red

that color it is

red on black back
and white front.
shirt in tatters
and those splatters-
Well, you should probably clean those up
Because I never will.
Neither will she.

Well, this is mostly a metaphorical exaggeration of how I feel about where I am. I know that there is something more for me, but it is not grasped yet because of where I am now. "Kill the old and bring in the new kind of thing."

Darkness Uncover Us

2008-04-14T15:12:00.000-07:00

We walk these black halls
And I'm scaling the walls.
We're trying to find out who we are-
Who we are together.

Though the darkness closes in
The light shines somewhere;
Somewhere from the deep.
We cannot find the source.

Water rushes from behind
Forcing me to search faster
But you were no where to be found.

I hear your screams.
You cry to me from the darkness
But I cannot find you.

Let me hear your voice
Let me know there is breath in your lungs
Giving life to your body.
Because right now it depends on me. It gives me

Life in this dark hall
That we both walk as we find our way-
Find our way to back to each other.
Then I will hold you and
Everything will be just fine.

I wrote this poem from a picture of me that looked like I was scared and tired and sneaking along a wall trying to find something or someone. I was also listening to some dark sounding ambient music. The first line hit me, and I just started typing frantically until it all came out to what is on the page. There is also a bit more to this, but that will remain hidden in the poem and my heart.

Birds in the Rain

2008-04-11T22:15:00.000-07:00

Dancing and singing,
Frolic in the rain.
The shoes on my feet dear
Are giving me pain.

They have filled with water
as we shrilled away
With our voices getting louder each day-
and I didn't notice.

I didn't hear the lovesong.
Here birds are singing in the air.
We kept dancing.
We kept singing.
And I didn't even care.

I did not care about others
And brought pain to their hearts.
I'd stopped really loving
Though we thought to start.

This one started because a song I was listening to made me think of dancing. The beat that it switchced to made me think of rain. After a while, everything kept going, but a melody was put over it that made me think of birds. Everything else kept going and it sounded sad and gloomy- as if the birds were ignored. Then the song was almost over, so I turned the volume down so I wouldn't lose what I had in my head to a new song. And of course this is more than what it appears but only few will know.

Inception

2008-04-10T21:16:00.000-07:00

This is a Blog
To expand my mind.
Give me a chance
to expand my rhyme.
Not for a dance,
but for poetry.
One day in time
to return you see.
One write a day
is a write from me.

OK, so basically I'm going to try to write one poem a day on here. Some days it may be good. Then some days (as I feel with this poem) it will be horrible. I will probably have an explination with each poem (why I wrote it/ what its about/ ect.) I'm trying to move away from poems based on emotions from situations. My end goal is to be able to create emotion with a poem about something that would not normally create emotion. I also want to get into more technical structre and rhymes- like in the old days- then give it a modern air. I hope you enjoy.