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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-19-2009, 10:05 AM
I have decided to post some of my poems. I write quite often, but I rarely post my works online, whether stories or poetry. However, I have now decided to change that. Quite a bit of what I write is in Dutch, some is in English. Seeing as how this is an English-only forum, I will only post the English works.
English is not my native tongue and my spelling tends to be a mixture of British and American English sometimes. Sorry. I am also fairly certain there will be some grammatical and/or spelling errors in my works. I hope to keep them out as much as possible, but if you encounter any, feel free to let me know so that I can fix them.
Some of my poetry rhymes, at least as many do not.
I appreciate your opinions and critique, but I do prefer it when it is constructive. If you do not like it, fine. Please DO tell me what is wrong with it in your opinion, because I cannot improve if I do not know what I am doing wrong.
Much of my poetry is somewhat dark-themed and depressed. I sometimes write that "I" do or think something - this does not necessarily mean that it is truly what I feel, it's rather because often a third-person (he, she, it) does not work.
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The Path She Walks
She slowly walks the path that lies ahead of her
A path of shadows...
Blindfolded by her stubborn hate, she has since long lost the sight of herself
She has long forgotten who she once was - who she used to be
Not knowing what else to do, unable to see her options, she walks on
A path of terror...
Deafened by her own cries of war, she is no longer aware of her surroundings
Lost in her own past, she starts to fear the unknown future that lies ahead
She tries to flee the path she walks, in her fear of the unknown
A path of pain...
Unable to see, unable to hear, unaware of all but her fear, she stumbles,
then harshly falls down, pain taking over control
Now she lays down, crumbled, crippled, at the path she used to walk
A path of silence...
She wants to scream, to yell, to cry out, but not even a whisper passes her lips
She is silenced by the terror in her heart
She lays down, trembling in fear, while waves of pain go through her body
Her path was the path of Death
Her heartbeats, irregular and fast, now slow down, her blind eyes wide open
Tears roll down her face and she takes her last breath
Then everything ends
Her path was the path of Death...
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Clair Voyant
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10-19-2009, 10:26 AM
Wow... that was powerful! O-O
Very nicely written.
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-19-2009, 10:28 AM
Thank you. <3
I wrote it yesterday night. Took me 2 to 3 hours, six full rewrites and some smaller changes, quite some ink and paper... But at least I'm pretty happy with it now. :)
Any suggestions?
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Clair Voyant
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10-19-2009, 10:48 AM
No, no suggestions.
I'm very bad with poetry. :)
I can't write it to save my life. :sweat:
But I love reading other's poetry.
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-20-2009, 01:40 PM
Another poem, which I wrote yesterday.
War
He looks and cries at the sight he sees
with his own eyes
He listens to the silent screams
of dying men, fallen in war
He runs through crumbling cities, crosses burning bridges,
tries to avoid the falling bombs
He sees the final struggle of a woman
the last moments of her life
He hears the prayers, feels the pleads
of children now alone
Before his eyes, he sees a river flow
a river of human blood
He closes his eyes, hides away and covers his ears
But his memories still come
He fights a lost battle
for the war rages...
...inside his head
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-28-2009, 02:33 PM
A poem at the start of the first chapter of one of my stories. Will probably make little sense unless you read the story - not that it's online at the moment, too little of it is written at the moment - but I'll post it here anyway.
By the tribes in the broken forest
By the tears of a million elves
By the Gods, by the Goddesses
By the power of the rising moon
I pray for the future
I pray for the past
I pray for the humans
And I’m awake and know
That I will return
As you guys can probably guess, the story is fantasy-themed.
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Caught in imagination
Sometimes, high can be higher than the highest
Low can be lower than the lowest
Just imagine...
A world without the rules we have
Where to die is like to live
Where peace is like war
Where hate is the same as love
Can you imagine?
High can be higher than the highest
Low can be lower than the lowest
Good can be better than the best
Just imagine...
A world without the rules we have
Where life is like death itself
Where dreaming is being awake
Where resting is like running
A world you can't escape
Always caught by your own mind
Caught in your own mind
A world of imagination,
is it paradise, is it heaven...
or hell?
Slightly altered version of one of the first poems I wrote in English.
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xoSarahBellaxo
"Follow your heart"
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10-28-2009, 02:46 PM
@Nice poems i just finished reading them wanna hear a song i wrote for my bf Joe?
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-28-2009, 02:47 PM
Sarah: Thank you. :)
Yes, although I'd prefer it if you PM it or post it in my charity, because this place gets cluttered up otherwise.
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xoSarahBellaxo
"Follow your heart"
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10-28-2009, 02:49 PM
@Sil okay i will PM it to you.
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-28-2009, 02:49 PM
Thank you. :)
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xoSarahBellaxo
"Follow your heart"
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10-28-2009, 02:59 PM
@Sil your welcome please tell me what you think? Joe my bf likes it.
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*Hime*
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10-28-2009, 03:01 PM
Beautiful poems, Selly :heart:
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-28-2009, 03:10 PM
I have PMed you back. :)
Thank you, Hime. <3
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This one is more a song than a poem, but I'll post it anyway. Almost two years old.
Journey
You said me you had ended your journey,
You were on your way home,
on your way home back to the place
where you were born ’n raised
The place where it all started for you
When you came home, was it still like you remembered
Or was it changed, did you change?
You missed your hometown when you weren’t there
But when you were back you missed the woods and plains,
The rivers and lakes and the seven seas
I know you would have never thought
you would start hating your own home
but you did…
And your friends and family,
You cared about them, loved them and missed them
But when you came back they seemed to be
so annoying and stupid and so proud
of things that were done and invented
long before they were even born
But which they considered as their own
I know you once loved them
and I know they didn’t change.
You changed, more than you realized.
You went on a journey for years
Learned so much about the world around you,
about its history, its mysteries, other cultures.
You learned how to fight, how to be, how to see
But only back home, you really opened your eyes
our town had become too small for you...
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xoSarahBellaxo
"Follow your heart"
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10-28-2009, 03:11 PM
@Sil okay thanks :heart:
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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10-28-2009, 03:50 PM
Possibly the darkest poem I've ever written. Translation from its original version, which was in Dutch.
I’m falling
Seized by the darkness
Caught by shadows
My ghastly screams
deafened by the silence
No one to catch me
No one to rescue me
Only safe when I’m alone
Lonely and alone…
I fight
I am still resisting
Fighting for freedom
Finally I escape
I flee, back into the world
but the light blinds me
the warmth scorches me
Too long in the darkness and cold
No one to catch me
No one to rescue me
Only safe when I’m alone
Lonely and alone…
I was gone for too long,
Pain, cold and darkness have changed me
Now I no longer fit in this world
I am too different
Forever lonely and alone
No one to help me
No one understands me
No longer safe…
I am too different, a threat
Fleeing from others –
those who could’ve helped
I need to flee, to run before it is too late
I flee again, blinded
scorched by the pain
But I keep going on, seeking
Rest and safety
I’m falling…
Again I’m seized by the darkness
chained by shadows
Too weak to fight…
Too strong to give up
Chained in darkness, since long blind
Wounded and scorched
The darkness slowly weakens me
The silence sounds like deafening screams
Fallen, unsafe, attacked
Hated, feared by them
Pain, hate, fear and distress
Burnt, scorched, blackened by the fire
Weak and wounded I stand staggering
Trying to escape
to get away from my dark prison
Until I realize that it is me
Caught in myself
One more time I fight, this time against myself
Slowly I get wounded
I bleed but I won’t give up until I am defeated
Then slowly I collapse
Only a single thought remains
I am free…
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JediGal
⊙ω⊙
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11-04-2009, 04:22 AM
Woah...O.o .....all of these are excellent Silenia! 8D
I can definitely see the emotion in each of these poems. They all really got me. ><
Keep it up!
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Silenia
Goddess of Silly Creepiness, Que...
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11-07-2009, 04:25 PM
Thanks a lot. <3
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