Poetry

[Sage]

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So, for this Creative Writing course at my university, my final portfolio was comprised of a short story called Insolvent Earth, along with a poetry collection of three poems, one called Avarice, one Softly Spoken Lies, and one called Section 249.2.

Somehow I managed a B+ on this assignment.

The following is a poem about zombies.

Avarice

Sullen eyes and bloody fingernails,
Shuffling footsteps and inconsolable wails,
Cold, around an unbeating heart,
Mottled flesh, grey and dark.

Attention piqued, a spark of life in a soft, warm cage,
Sudden awareness, curiosity bathed in rage,
From the blackness, an inhuman shriek,
Voracious flurry, renders the formidable weak.

Screams and madness and fury and blood,
Flesh and bone and body break beneath the unliving flood,
Masses of dead-but-not-dead swarming the living,
No quarter or solace or refuge from these creatures unforgiving.

The fallen have risen and they hunt the living spark,
Industries gone silent and cities gone dark,
Hope a myth lost in seas of blood and gore,
The zombies ate your friends, and they’re looking for more.

[Sullivan]

Not bad! I write poems sometimes.

The Puppeteer

You test my wits with tempting guile
Trembling lips and wily smiles
Pull a string, I'll walk a mile
One more time, I'll die a child

Lifting weight and treading tiles
Step by step without much style
Blood is flowing like the nile
Bleeding river filled with bile

Test the ground on every aisle
Cry once more then seal the vial
Throw it out into the pile
Makes you wonder - why the trial?

Puppeteer then stack my file
It'll gather dust awhile
Dump the puppets on an isle
Anything to see you smile

Maybe you can stay awhile?

Then pull a string for one more mile

Then I'll rest upon that isle and you can gather up my vials
Filled with tears from all your trials
Puppeteer - is that your style?

[Vad]

Thread already existed. Might as well save space.

I enjoy poetic statements that make it seem like the person talking is a protector. I tend to write these at weak moments in my day where my emotions can leak through.

One was written while driving, one while talking to someone, and one in the last few minutes...

Life cut you down and left you to suffer. I picked you up and aided you back to health. Take your sword and your shield and fight your way to the top. With me by your side nothing is impossible.

You are safe with me. Let me hold you in my arms and keep you warm. I'll shield you from life's cruel jokes.

Ye who bears arms against you shall not be safe. I shall shield you from the volley of arrows that life launches at you. May your battles be easier.

[Psyren]

This Is a song I have been working on for a few days.

Let's All Watch Progress Burn

Dusty roads and long forgotten trails that time has simply forgot. Tales left untold and songs left unsung could this be where we started from? A simply hello to a tragic goodbye , one more good tear and a thousand more cry's. Building our bridges simply to burn and stacking our buildings to high. We watch our world crumble without a regret we salute as we all watch it die.- Song in progress

[Victoria]

I like those poems, Vad, they remind me of fantasy and knights. They're actually kind of like quotes.

[Vad]

On a roll tonight.

When those around you push to harm you I'll be there. When you need help in your moment of greatest need I'll be there. I got your back. Just push forward and keep your head held high.

[Vad]

Never touch the seed of deceit spread by those who wish you harm. In the truth lies the path to happiness and only those who spread it's aura may you seek refuge with. Never forget those who have guided you.

[Sigfried Hunin]

Neptune’s Remorse

Not high enough to touch her
But she’s always moving me
Push and pull in the rising sea
I feel the rivers rushing
But I also feel it’s not to be

So at night, when dolphins play
And frigates fight
I swing my waves at young sailor men
and show Poseidon’s might

With the fury of a tribal god
Krakens whip, and sharks do gnaw
Waves drag children into the gasping maw

So fear the foaming, frothing tide
Because even as my strength so broad
My girth do wide
Never shall I have my bride

Shimmer brightly down
She does shine
Dancing reflections amongst the brine

And sad I am as she does fall
Listen careful, you will hear my killer’s call

As the sun does shine again
And so do I thrash and throw
Little men across the bow and blow
Tearing sails and sinking slow

So fear my wrath
Fear my tides
As even as my strength so broad
My girth so wide
Never shall I have my bride
Shimmer softly in my mind
For never shall I have you by my side.

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This is a poem about the sea and the moon. Also, love.

[Indigo Towers]

Sad Stars

Suddenly the sad stars were gone,
The closing of your eyes.
And in it's place an ocean,
A torrential wave of emotion.
A strike of sadness, of creation.
Of what few men will find,
And no woman will know.
But the one who felt it,
Who saw it come to be.
Can vouch for its beauty,
And say within reason,
That it should always be.
Be what people know,
Be what the sad stars hide.
Hide from all but he who knows,
That is your secret to share.
One that will always chill the air.
Just know for the future,
Should those stars disappear again,
You do not have to hide it.
For you will be loved regardless.

(And a second one! :O)
Unnamed

If a kiss could ignite those fires again,
And if simply holding you would rush me to love,
I would grab you and kiss you, hold you like you held me.
The nape of my neck tingling with the broken wall,
Your hands touching me, pulling me beyond and above,
Above those crumbled walls of guilt and regret,
Back to those lips, with no similar refrain.

It can’t simply be lost, forgot.
No possibility of letting go of that wonder.
Wonder laced with a kiss to taboo for whispers to spread.
And memory of our bodies in that second long euphoria,
Our bodies, for a moment gods, ripping lands asunder,
And sending across life’s sky, calamitous thunder.
But destruction meaning nothing in the eyes of the man,
Seeking your comfort and passion still.

Yet with the evanescence of the god like high,
And the advent of the devils below,
I will not lose grasp of the one blaze I long.
Of hope that there is more within broken hearts than memory.
And that memory lives to live again.
That this is no fool’s errand, but a heartfelt quest.
For feelings long past, and for vehemence yet to be known.
Hope, that a first kiss, perfect, is not the last.
And that something so perfect is not empty… and meaningless.

[Sage]

Ah, what the hell:

Section 249.2
(The Highway Traffic Amendment and Manitoba Public Insurance Corporation Amendment Act)

Knuckles whiten, exhaust notes burble,
Uncomfortably quiet, hushed voices and engines hum,
Anticipation mounting, adrenaline surging,
Arms and legs are shaking, fingertips gone numb.

Hands drop, clutches pop, tires shriek and scream in protest,
Machinated monsters roar and growl and hiss,
Rubber grips and claws at pavement, needles swing right,
Trepidation discarded, substituted, incoherent bliss.

Clutch is kicked, upshift, tires howl once again,
Building furious crescendos, mechanical art,
An eight-cylinder Trans-Siberian Orchestra,
Pinpricks of light bound ahead, a four-wheeled dart,

A lack of alternative venues lamentable,
Improvisation inevitable,
Cross the line, sense of victory bracing,
(Dangerous operation while street racing).

[Aecor]

Not to grand for mine, though I enjoy it. Love all of yours, so I decided to add one of mine. Here it goes.

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That Beast of Betrayal

On the last day of that Frigid winter
The coldest day of my life
Which placed itself in the mid of harvest
That cold day when the only part of you that
Would be perceived by any was the fleeting
Shadow that connected to your feet
Only loss was able to take last sense away
Fore once my heart was shattered,
So too did the bones in my body
You held my key, yet you locked me away

The Beast that took my shape was only the one of scorn
The screams that issued forth from that damp corpse
That you so recklessly left were of pain not betrayal
For how else would the Monster burst forth
From my flesh and take form

The lives that these hands had taken could have been staved
If only, if only you had stayed
For even had they managed to flee,
More yet would have fallen
This feral hair that covers this body
Is but a response to your betrayal
These gruesome teeth that have feast on
Many a heart are because you stole mine
All the souls lost to the Creature could
Never fill the void you ripped in mine

For this Beast is just a mirror of
What you have done and become
I now live as the Animal you made yourself to be,
Yet this life may be unwrought by the silver with which you feast
Fore truly ones love must be extinguished by true loves cold kiss