[Dark Mirf]

Has anyone tried the 100 poems challenge? Its one poem everyday, I tried once and only manged about 35 I think. Its a lot harder than it look! Except for the few who can do several everyday with little effort!

I've been going through some of it and I found this. Wow, I've forgotten about it! I dont really remember what it was about... Probaly my alter ego or my animus.

When you look deep into my eyes,
you will see the black marbled eyes,
shadowy and dwelling. Wreathed by fire
and the thumping of the red heart.

His memories is mine, darkling and countless
And his lush blood run wild in my veins.
His lip is exposed and luscious
And his skin is the color of soft cream.

Enough to make any man jealous
And women’s pulse to quicken.
Underneath the Autumn grey he lies,
Buried and asleep below the crackled
Old leaves from the summer ago.

He is the aftertaste of the deep intimacy,
And the warm feeling of the fading sun.
He is the fresh breath of rain on my face
And the stirring fires of rage and temper.

Now when you look deep within my eyes
You will see him, dark and bright,
Wild, mysterious, beautiful and broken.

It was written in 2004.
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Keeper of Gwendowlyn's red hair.

[Tenshi]

Ooooh, shinies... I like the imagery, it's dark and powerful!
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. Dubbed "Usagi" by AsA .
Keeper of the Siderean Swords

"If by chance some day you're not feeling well, and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done, and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled."
Red Skelton

[spawnofjaws]

You know what would be funny?
If i was related to Dark Mirf. I have family up in Alaska that I've never met, around your age, I think.
BOT:
I'm posting some more poetry.....soon >.> <.< >.>
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[unimportant]

I hope people are still checking this, as writing camp has begun for me and I have some poetry...

Alright, something short. I just had an image in my head, and I wanted to get it down as best I could. Here it is.

Astronaut Trees

When time begins,
oceans are cast out
to glance and graze, sleeplessly, across the planet surface
while trees fed artificial air
turn trunk over branch tips
in the thin layer of twilight between
space
and bright earth

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[Dark Mirf]

Unimportant: Love it! I still check out this threads.

Spawn: I doubt it, I'm first generation. Though that'd kick butt. But its possible I could know this family personally or through my friends! Its kind of a small world here.

Since I dont have anything new... I decided to dig out my old one to keep this thread going.. Its rhyming or rhythm is kind of awkward I think. Its quite old, written when I was in High School and refers to a history thats part of an epic (i guess) story. Its refering to the sighting of the Lady Poisoned by Evil.

Long time ago, under the sun and the stars
A land with fields and mountains afar
It is that, here a story is told
That from over mountain cold
A stranger came in wandering

Door creaked open and the pub hushed up
Not a drop was added to a idling cup
All of the eyes were on the stranger
Certainly some kind of lonely ranger
From far, far land only told in tales

A cold gleam lay on her side
A long, long sword with hide
With a quick draw, the light blew out
Into the wind like a whisperling without
Any of its own voice

The early morning dawn came
With its flame peeking over the west
But silence lay in the little town
Nothing stirred at the crown
And only the red stain told the story
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Keeper of Gwendowlyn's red hair.

[spawnofjaws]

Oooh! Creepy!
I like it!
About the family thing, They should be Lavey's, I think....
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Dubbed 'Egg' by ASA, but also responds to "spegg"...
Keeper of Oliblish and Teh Poodle Stick....
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[Tenshi]

Yay for uber-dark poetry... it's been a long couple days, sorry.

"Scars"
Arise from the darkness
And stumble like ice to the door
Pressing hands to cold iron
Pray I won't fade to the floor

Many nights pass this way
My dreams grow stronger each night
The voice I can't bear to hear
That desperate longing I can't fight

Every morning feels weaker
Each new day feels less like the last
Silently I feel I'm fading
Searching for life stuck in my past

But I know I will find you somewhere again
And I won't give up that search 'till it's end
Another morning of being pulled from your arms
Before I lose myself reopening these scars
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. Dubbed "Usagi" by AsA .
Keeper of the Siderean Swords

"If by chance some day you're not feeling well, and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done, and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled."
Red Skelton

[Tenshi]

Kind of taking a page from Fable here, and doing a format of poetry that's not so...well, not such an attempt to be "perfect". Let's see if I can....rhyme every other line?! I wonder how long I can keep that up... Besides, everything thus far I've posted has been so dark! And I want to do something a bit lighter, yaknow? Critique welcome I think...

I sit alone
I watch the time as it's slowing
And in eyes I can't see
It seems the world I lost is glowing
A light so bright
A light from a soul so worth knowing
In my time at home
Memories of you I'm carefully stowing
And I can't...
I can't promise you where we're going
Just on the river of life
Now I know what direction I'll be rowing
So in soft silence kiss
And remember my place against you growing
Whispers of what I missed
Such joy finally on a cold face is showing
You walk by happily
And behind you all my dreams you're towing
So my thanks go to you
From the seeds in my heart I know you're sewing...

(I'm totally out of rhyming words).

I don't...know that it got too repetitive. Critique welcome, though. Anyone's thoughts? I may do another here momentarily, if I can stay awake long enough.
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. Dubbed "Usagi" by AsA .
Keeper of the Siderean Swords

"If by chance some day you're not feeling well, and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done, and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled."
Red Skelton

[Tenshi]

Much more traditional. It's only an experiment because, for the life of me, I cannot write happy emotions. Even when I try, it turns dark. A good example is the one I did for Father's Day for Ponce a while back. That started off as a happy poem, believe it or not... Anyhow. Happy, happy, happy!


"To Feel Alive"
There's no "game plan" strategy
Right now it's only you and me
We're made up of whispered kisses
I promise no-one will miss us
Everything is alright

There's a world so big and cold
Just waiting for a living to unfold
I struggle to think of such a place
I'm listening to your heart race
My forever is tonight

And every time you move your lips
I'm reminded why I've wanted this
My dreams fulfilled in every way
Let's never waste another day

I'll press my fingers to your skin
And you'll so softly sigh again
In a moment the universe implodes
Please be the end to all my roads
Let's not leave here ever

You let out a little giddy sigh
My hands are reaching up your spine
Each moment with you a fresh-born star
And in this together is all we are
I'll hold on to you forever

And every time you move your lips
I'm reminded why I've wanted this
My dreams fulfilled in every way
Let's never waste another day

Passing out on the keyboard...and it's getting hard to write, so, I'm off to bed now. Let me know how good I am at writing happy poetry O_o. It doesn't conform to the normal flow I write with, all the lines are blending together and borrowing the beat from each other. It's a very...interconnected piece.
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. Dubbed "Usagi" by AsA .
Keeper of the Siderean Swords

"If by chance some day you're not feeling well, and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done, and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled."
Red Skelton

[spawnofjaws]

I think it flowed well and it was really, overall, good.
But as to the happy part...well, you got it down, but there was still a kind of sad-cynical-ness-ness to it...like a cookie that has a little edge burned.
Poor cookie. Poor Tenshi....
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Dubbed 'Egg' by ASA, but also responds to "spegg"...
Keeper of Oliblish and Teh Poodle Stick....
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[Tenshi]

[spawnofjaws]

I'd go, but I left all my poems on my home compy...
I'm trying to think of things...but nothing seems to hit me right...
I could do one about being sick, since I am right now...
XP
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In my brain, I'm someone famous AND important!
Dubbed 'Egg' by ASA, but also responds to "spegg"...
Keeper of Oliblish and Teh Poodle Stick....
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[Tenshi]

Bored, thinking of past relationships, thinking of the people I used to lament hurting. Of course, now, I hold an entirely different perspective to people who (wrongfully, I feel) hate me with as much passion as they once loved me. I tend to have that effect on women... ::chortle::

"The Warm Side of Contempt"
I want you to try and hate me
Think only of what made us drift apart
Remember only what I couldn't be
And scream again I never had a heart

We'll toast to those I left in pain
And drink it down in a fit of rage
Embrace the demons driving you insane
Your time to shine, the world a stage!

So hate me if that keeps you sleeping
Never look back to question it all
We'll leave this choir of angels weeping
And you'll fill me with pride before your fall

So saunter on down your golden path
Find no warmth in a home left cold
And every day let me fill up your wrath
Let's see if it holds you when you grow old

'Cause I won't be there to tuck you in
And I won't stick around to hear your screams
I'm gone, you're right, you [censored] win
I hope your victory is everything it seems
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. Dubbed "Usagi" by AsA .
Keeper of the Siderean Swords

"If by chance some day you're not feeling well, and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done, and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled."
Red Skelton

[daydreamer_girl]

Tch. My ideas for a poem are usually pretty good. Then I struggle to write one. Then I find a poem which sounds like my idea, but tons better. Sigh.

Life sucks.
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dubbed "Emma" by Asa

[Claen'tor]

Here's an old poem, or perhaps I should call it prose? Hrmmm...

The Garden
I spoke to a Man,
Tall and Pale was He,
Of Gardens around the World,
Reknowned for Their Beauty.

He said to Me
His Garden was different
From the Rest,
And possessed Beauty
The Others could not.

I asked to see this Garden
Of which He boasted
And He said,
'It is no Boast,
But I shall show You.'

We went to His Home,
And exited the back Door,
To see a great Expanse,
The Ground barren and cracked,
Bleach White to the Eye.

'What is the Garden?'
I asked of my Host
'It is true what You said,
It is different from Most.'

The Man laughed a little,
Said 'What do You think?
Can You guess
What I cultivate Here?
This White Land,
So barren and cleared.'

I thought for a Moment,
And yet Another,
Then It dawned,
A terrible Realisation.

The Garden of Death
Is where I stood,
Growing no Living,
Holding only the Dead.

I shook His Hand
And tipped My Hat,
Saying, "'Tis true, Sir,
'Tis true what You say.'

'No Garden holds
The terrible Beauty
Of the Garden
You hold sway.'

And I left.

Looking at the poetry I've collected for the past couple of years, I am a fairly morbid poet. (._.); I'll post more later, p'raps. At least I'm listening to happy-ish music right now. >.<

Now Playing: Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure

This be Claen'tor, signing off.
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Red is my colour. I live for it. Though it wears horribly on me. D;

I like to post my music. It's a habit. Be nice. ;_;

'People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.'
-Soren Kierkegaard

Dubbed Clan by Asa
Claen'tor = Claen = Clan