Poetry for the Masses

[Carodos]

Yes, I'm throwing up a few hunks of my poetry here. Woah, am I multi-talented or WHAT? And not even arrogant in the SLIGHTEST. *snicker* Once more, I'm using the Quote boxes because they are love.

Shades (Aka the formatting nightmare)


Shades of crimson and of gray,
Holding to the soundless day.
Tears of silver and of blue,
Streaming at the death of you.
Hopes dashed to ebony powder,
As cries of sorrow start and grow louder.
They look on in the icy rain,
At the darkest form of human bane.
Gun held in shaky hands,
Fearful sight throughout sunlit lands.
Prayers come in pain and tears,
While hearts all echo ancient fears.

Shades of crimson and of gray,
Tears of silver mark the day.
Hearts lay broken, unable to mend,
As hopes find little to do but bend.
Strangers shout and friends scream,
All feels like a horrid dream.
Wondering why this life was spent,
Wondering just what the gunner meant.
Suit clad killer with smiling eyes,
Says he paid for all the lies.
And dearest friend to all has seen,
The price of lies and what they mean.

Shades of crimson and of gray,
Shatter now in the lovely day.
The sun is gone and hope as fled,
In the silence all is said.
Love proves to be once more in vain,
Humanity to be less than sane.
Death takes hold of each last one,
Just as with their friend it has done.
They cry now in crimson spheres,
And in each drop is their fears.
Life has lost to the bitter night,
It barely even put up a fight.

Memorium


Simple stone of rosy hue
All that’s left to guide me to you.
Words are never enough to tell
Just how much life is now hell.
A simple grave for a fallen friend
Nameless now in the bitter end.


Epitaph so short and kind
Stuck forever in my mind.
And tears of pain caress my cheek
Whilst good memories my heart doth seek.
Mind says there is still life to come
Heart says it will all be numb.


I question how we came to be
To cause no one to ever tell me.
Not how you died or when or why,
Leaving me alone to cry.
Cold now runs blood and beats heart,
Screaming that never should we have part.

It asks me now just what would
I have done if I could.
Could I have helped you through the final days
Been there for you in our old ways?
Yet you’re gone to a better place
Surely a smile is upon your face.


Now tears are shed and sobs are stilled
And empty are the places you filled.
Yet somehow without you I will survive
Just as if you were alive.
Still forever I will mourn
For the life whose loss left me torn.


Goodbye I say to the only one
Who seemed to make my life fun.
Eternally I have kept the memories inside
Seems as if you’ve never died.
And I know that now the friend I love
Smiles down on me from above.

Untitled


In the darkness
A hand reaches out,
Brushing so sweetly against my face.
In the darkness
Eyes like beacons shine
Guiding me from bitter ruin.
In the darkness
Arms wrap around me
Giving me the sanctuary I need.
And in the darkness
Two lonely souls collide.


And through it all my dear
You support me on the way.
No matter what I do
I know you’re by my side.
Forever and a day we swore
But that’s what love is for.


In the light
A voice like music sings
Calling out to show me the way.
In the light
Lips like sweet candy
Comfort me through all of the pain.
In the light
Love of an angel
Always guarding me from sin.
And in the light
Two lonely souls collide.


And through it all my dear
You support me on the way.
No matter what I do
I know you’re by my side.
Forever and a day we swore
But that’s what love is for.


In my life
Heart of my lover
Keeps me from falling again.
In my life
Mind of my friend
Helping me through the obstacles.
In my life
Body at my side
Holds me safe, warm and calm.
And in my life
Two lonely souls collide.


And through it all my dear
You support me on the way.
No matter what I do
I know you’re by my side.
Forever and a day we swore
But that’s what love is for.


Life is so hard and fragile
That’s what our love is for.
And through it all
Two lonely souls…
Collide.

Perfection


Heard a little story
They called it 'Perfection'
'Bout a guy broken inside
And how no one could save him.

Started in his childhood
With parents who 'loved' him
They ignored all his bad deeds
Rewarded the good ones.

Taught him to work hard
Taught him not to cry
Taught him all the pains of life
And how to hold them inside.

Then there were his teachers
Praised everything he did
Said he was a prodigy
A 'blessing from heaven'.

And even the kids at school
Envied his skills
Saw him as smart, as strong
And called him 'Perfection'.

It carried on for many years
'Til few even knew his name
They knew he made them look bad
And hated him for it.

Then he grew secluded
And his mind grew deluded
Grew to fear what they called him
And shut it all away.

Finally he broke down
And mourned his own life
Thought that death was all that's left
Then tried to reach it.

He cut deep in his wrists
And watched his blood flow free
Washed away with his tears
Life draining in rivers.

But someone found him
And back to life he's bound
Chains holding him forever
To his greatest pains.

That's the story of 'Perfection'
Poor guy still bound today
Still broken deep inside
And forever that way.

So here we reach the morale
And what I must tell you
Perfection is the worst curse
And can destroy you too.

Breaking


I saw you
On the worst day
Of my entire life
Didn't know what to say.

You had brown hair
Hangin' in your eyes
Eyes that held no lies
What more can I say?

You wore a frown
Upon your lovely face
And there it had not place
But what could I say?

Then it happened
You were smilin'
But it was not for me
Yet this I wouldn't see.

You were in love
But just not with me
And they were wrong for you
Least that is what I see.

My heart was broken
But you didn't know it
So I just let it bleed
Why can't you see?

You were happy
It's good enough for me
Some how I'll get by
Just don't know why.

Some day you'll hear my song
And you'll realize I sing for you
You won't know what to do
So you'll just ask why.

Maybe you'll understand
That I feel for you
How will you react?
Please don't ask me why.

I wrote this song for you,
To tell you of my love
Because I can't say it
For inside I'm breaking.

I love you
Forever and always
But you can't love me back
Can't you see I'm breaking?

I say good-bye
Hope not to cry
Find forever that
I'm still breaking.

PHEAR the killer quote boxes because they Roxzor! *snickers to self*

Yeah, ignore the angst. I'm not angsty, it's just fun to try and write.

[Omniwite]

O.O Wow... that's some excellent poetry you've got there! I don't care if it's depressing, it's really good!

[Carodos]

I might have to actually have to agree with you there as all of them except the Untitled piece (which I could REALLY use a title for) have been given prominant places in the Literary magazine I'm editor of... Though keep in mind I didn't put them in those places, our design editor did.

[Omniwite]

Which means that there are others out there that don't care if it's depressing or not, but loves the choice of words you used. It's very vivid. Congrats on the publication!

[Carodos]

Don't be so quick to praise. It's only the school literary magazine. *laughs*

[Omniwite]

So? Today, the school magazine. Tomorrow, THE WORLD!!! *coughs* The school magazine is a really good start! >3

[Carodos]

Very good point. Today magazine, tomorrow novel! *evil laughter. chokesputtercough*

[Graeth]

I like 'em.

[LakotaWolf]

::scritches chin:: XD I'd call most of them prose, offhand, but that's mostly because I had to take so many creative writing classes that "classic" poetry form and measure has been beaten irreparably into my head X3

If you don't mind some critique - and no offense meant, of course! - your imagery is a bit heavy-handed. Don't get me wrong, that's not necessarily a bad thing - most of my older stuff is like that XD (in fact, the only old work of mine I can still stand to re-read is the disjointed thing I wrote about my dad's accident.) And, for example, in your first work, I can't tell what most of the images are XD Overall that doesn't matter unless you're trying to get something specific across.

About the angstyness - I dunno. :/ I think you should write what you feel, not try to force a "popular" form out of yourself. It sounds kinda funny when you write something that comes across as a certain emotion or overall feeling, and then say to ignore or disregard it. That's just my opinion, though, of course :D

Again, overall, no offense meant X3 I tend to be pretty up front about things in the writing world, because I've been a part of so many critique groups and writing workshops and all most people ever tell each other is "Oh, that's great!" and then I sit there and wonder, "Well gee, why is it not getting published, then?" XD Ya know what I mean?

[Carodos]

Woah. Thanks. *hugs* I prefer critiques to instant praise. It gets irritating to hear 'it's good' when I know it could be better but I can't just figure out HOW.

[Omniwite]

Well, I'm not too good about critique anyway, but I really do like them. X3 Glad someone could be of some help!

[Carodos]

I like people like Lakota. They don't just stand there and say you're a crap writer. They look at it objectively and say how you can improve it. All I usually get are those baffoons who either can't seem to string together a coherant sentence and thus praise my truly weak attempts, or especially vicious or bitter people who claim to know it all and take no greater pleasure than pointing out the flaws in my works and making me, who is already low enough upon self-esteem, to feel like total ****. And forgive me for language and this tirade that seems random, and possibly angsty, but it is needed. I've been attacked moments ago by the latter sort and all, and Lakota's comments rebuilt my confidence a bit...