nyxavenger

Fades to Red

These thoughts and twisted images,

Are running through my head.

Sometimes they overflow,

And i just wish that I were dead.

I lay there thinking thoughts like these,

Lethargic in my bed.

These thoughts they overflow in me,

My world it fades to red.

A lonely hill sits in the distance,

With rolling fog upon it's base.

The setting sun is shining brightly,

Lining clouds with crimson lace.

The sky leaks purple streamers also,

As the sun sinks lower still.

It's trembling tip strikes the horizon,

Just beyond the lonely hill.

Bright colors split apart the heavens,

While shadows seep across the land.

Momentous beauty quickly fading,

A lonely hill in darkness stands.

Sitting silent in the darkness,

Thinking of the things I've said.

Quietly these thoughts do tumble,

Spinning round inside my head.

I ponder all that life has shown me,

Reflect on what I've seen and done.

Sitting silent in the darkness,

I wish that I could see the sun.

This is just a short little thing I've been working on, and it still needs a lot of improvement. I feel as if the flow between stanzas is choppy, but I'd like some second opinions. So please, let me know what you think.

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The fire weeping,

Born of sadness.

Tears are raining,

Love is madness.

In emptiness,

This soul devoured.

Naught but death,

Where beauty flowered.

An end this is,

Though grief is pointless.

Peace is found,

By those who know this.

I wrote this poem while i was sitting outside work waiting for my ride. Let me know what you think.

Parking Lot

Frosted windows,

Cool as ice.

The Parking Lot,

Beneath the lights.

A spot reserved,

For the handicapped.

A darkened corner,

Where the homeless nap.

A single tree,

Awash in light,

Amidst the darkness,

This chill night.

I've done this once before with mixed results, and want to try it again. The idea is to get a story going. The first person to respond can write about whatever they want, and then the second person will pick up the story where the first left off, and so on and so forth.

I only ask that no one includes inappropriate materials or profanity. Lets keep this show PG, if you please.

So, poem #3. it's a bit of a change from those prior, though still rather awful. Tell me what you think. Oh, as an aside, the last time i wrote a poem the lines kind of spilled over, so an accidental lack of punctuation and capitalization occurred. And i went on vacation (without my computer), and had no chance to select a best answer. sorry, to anyone who cares. I voted for the answer i liked best anyway.

Even That Which Is Not

It's just so beautiful,

And I can't help but sigh,

Each time this beauty leaves my sight,

My hearing and my touch,

My senses.

I can't help but regret the times,

The times I've witnessed this beauty,

And failed to act upon the things I feel inside,

The things that I think I should naturally be doing,

But can't bring myself to do.

Ah, but everything is so silly,

And I can't help but laugh at the things I've done,

And look forward to the tings i might yet do,

With as much anticipation as trepidation.

(I ran out of room)

This is may 4th poem. It's as bad as the others ( I think I use the word 'awful' to much ). This one is another depressing poem. I know that you've all probably had your fill of poems like this, but it is, pathetically, all I have at the moment. Let me know what you think.

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And all that you do is mock me with mimicry,

Lay blame at my feet with a claim of moods finicky.

And though you’re the one whom I yearn for the most,

You take joy and you laugh while my tender heart roasts.

And each day anew I expect naught but love from you,

And each day again I find this hope snatched away by you.

There’s naught in my chest but a sad little hole,

A horrible pit used to torture my soul,

And it’s there that you’ve found a perch to your liking,

A place you can crush all I am by just striking.

And yet I love you now more than I did just this morning,

Though for my lost soul I will always be mourning

So, poem #3. it's a bit of a change from those prior, though still rather awful. Tell me what you think. Oh, as an aside, the last time i wrote a poem the lines kind of spilled over, so an accidental lack of punctuation and capitalization occurred. And i went on vacation (without my computer), and had no chance to select a best answer. sorry, to anyone who cares. I voted for the answer i liked best anyway.

Even That Which Is Not

It's just so beautiful,

And I can't help but sigh,

Each time this beauty leaves my sight,

My hearing and my touch,

My senses.

I can't help but regret the times,

The times I've witnessed this beauty,

And failed to act upon the things I feel inside,

The things that I think I should naturally be doing,

But can't bring myself to do.

Ah, but everything is so silly,

And I can't help but laugh at the things I've done,

And look forward to the tings i might yet do,

With as much anticipation as trepidation.

(I ran out of room)

So here it goes. number two. this one really is awful. and depressing. but what can i say, i was a depressing teenager. This is a poem i wrote when i was 17, and my first girlfriend had just broken up with me. probably because i wrote poetry. oh well.......

Beautiful Eyes (Revised)

Beauty undefined is captured in the grace of eternity,

And love not returned withers in the depths anticipating renewal.

Lovers are driven to quarrels,

And hearts ripped open by the sheer force of misery.

The empty hole in the heart widens to engulf the rest of the ever loving fool.

Trust misplaced leads to personalities replaced,

And one can’t but weep in the face of despair.

Hope eternally springs from visions of the past,

Yet seems as lost as the melancholy wanderings of the strange.

For everyone’s a shade,

Yet there’s not a tree to supply,

And the arms of the life giver reach beyond the murk and into the depths of death.

The sound of the clock bringing never ending sadness into the self,

And the self needs ways.

Always needs ways.

The border between that which is real and everything else is exactly where you put it,

Yet never where you want it.

Heart wrenching mumblings that wrench no heart,

But cause laughter to bubble forth from the beautiful lips of theonce loved.

The melody of ages bent to the will of the shaper,

Then condensed to seconds in the blink of an eye.

A blue eye lined with orange.

Beautiful Eyes.

Everyone sees them and desires them,

And some of the many may even love them.

One at least.

Beautiful Eyes.

This is my first poem posted on Y!A. May those that follow be not as god awful.

Inspired by My Lack of Inspiration

Words are few and far between,

And even less than that it seems,

Are ever left around for me,

Though using them, I've heard, is free.

My mind is blocked most every day.

I struggle with the things i say.

I stumble through the lines i lay,

And I've yet to find another way.

So thus inspired by lack there of,

I've scribed the lines you see above.

A poem short and quickly spun,

And suffering from lack of love.

I answered a question a few days ago that inspired this. The idea is that the first person writes part of a story, and then the next person picks up where the story left off, and so on.

So, a few guidelines:

1. Please, nothing graphic or offensive. only people serious about adding to the story should respond.

2. Write about whatever comes to mind, be it romance or fantasy, as long as you continue where the story left off.

3. And last but not least, a personal pet peeve. People, please use the spell check.

Thanks and good luck.

I remember when i was a kid watching this cartoon. it wasnt really a series but more like a mini-series. the main charachter was this kid who was half human and half alien, and he had this nifty motorcycle that could hover and fly and do all other sorts of things. i remember it being his dad who was an alien who had crashed on earth and fell in love with his mother, and that now other, nastier aliens had come looking for his dad, and he went off to do the whole save the world thing. if anyone could tell me the name of that show, it would be a great help. thanks.