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Poetry from Cloud Nine (And other places I reside)
Hello, all. I've decided to post a few of the poems I've come up with recently, and this seemed the right place to do it. -Looks around at shiny new thread and sighs- Well, here goes nothing...
And Nothing More... By: Cadone When we were kids, we played a game, called Seven in Heaven I remember one time, when it was my turn, and I stepped into the closet My partner, now, She was nervous, as I was myself I embraced her to me, And whispered softly, in her ear When we go out, we'll say we kissed, and nothing more. Now, I've grown a bit, And still today, I play this game My partner, she grew, too, and was with me once again This time, there was no soft embrace, just passion running free And as we finished, she took my hand, and whispered with a smile When we go out, we'll say we kissed, and nothing more... As I See the Sunrise... By: Cadone As I lay here Broken Unable to move Amidst this vile expanse Of ruin that is My own creation And consequence I find myself Wishing For three Most simple things I wish that Somehow I could eradicate All of The choices I made this night To poison myself And Willingly Endanger another Whom Is innocent Of my error I wish that I Could have No Would have Said goodbye To my family And those Of my friends Who would Have discouraged me From this undertaking And My final wish As I see The sunrise Just over The golden Horizon Is For all The people whom I have wronged By these Choices of mine To know That I am sorry And Have paid The final penalty For my sins... Moonlight Nocturne By: Cadone O'er the snow, glistening bright Shines the soft and pale moonlight Through the great trees the wind, how it stirs The frost-laden branches of the pines an' the furs The midnight-black sky is embedded with stars Diamonds in coal forged with the Heaven's dark fires And the moon, oh, the moon, it hangs in the sky Calm and serene, as the morning draws nigh... A Thousand Paper Roses By: Cadone One for the girl who broke my heart A couple more for they who still hold it dear Still more go to the people in my life Who taught me how to laugh and love Two for my parents who believed in me Another for the friend who saved me so many times Some go to the teachers at the schools Where I’ve sat and learned at all my life Three for my sister, I love her so Four I lay down on a grave, why’d you have to leave Five are sent to friends abroad I haven’t seen in many years But the rest go to a single soul who’s almost gone Their times almost up, won’t be here much longer They don’t want to leave, but can’t say goodbye For the sake of all the tears they’ve cried… I will add more presently. Please feel free to leave a comment, constructive criticism, etc etc etc. Ever looking forward, Cadone |
-since I have nothing better on my day off, I shall stalk you and your threads on menewsha-
You already know I love your poetry... |
I realize, Faerie. :P
As for now, I have more examples of my writing to share! Untitled (A free-form) "I guess... I guess this... This is it, then?" I asked slowly, unable to believe this was happening. My fists clenched and unclenched by my sides, and my wings furled out to their full ten foot span as I bowed my head, tears running down my face. The rain stung my bare arms and chest, cleansing the still-bleeding cuts and scratches there. "This... is goodbye?" She turned away from me, hugging her arms to herself as the wind howled and moaned around her slender form, making her raven locks dance and sway. Her torn white dress stood in stark contrast to the dark stone of the sea-cliff she stood on, as the ocean waves roared and crashed on the cliff face below. She trembled visibly, shaking from the chill of the rain and the wind and the night. "... Yes..." she whispered, barely audible above the noise of the waves and the wind, even to my superior hearing. "This is goodbye... forever..." I turned my face to the heavens, letting the rain wash my face of my tears. With a powerful downward sweep of my wings, I launched myself into the air and climbed, climbed straight up above the darkened palace and sea-cliffs, above the place where my love stood now, so pitiful, above the raging ocean waves. There I paused for a minute, and surveyed the scene below me. I could see the entire kingdom, from the palace gates to the far-off snowcapped mountains from whence I came down. God... I murmured, blanking out everything around me and focusing solely on the small spark of my mortality still burning within my soul. Thank you... Thank you, for letting me live again. With that, I died, my mortal body falling and twisting through the air until it crashed into the tempest below, sinking beneath the waves. And as my soul sped upward towards the brilliant white lights of heaven for the last time, I saw her still standing on the sea-cliff, looking out at the spot where my body had fallen. Goodbye, Arabelle... I love you. Wicked I'm no angel from heaven sent I'm no messiah for your sins to repent I'm no saviour for mankind meant I'm no paladin against evil intent I'm not one to softly hold I'm not one to be controlled I'm not one whom fate foretold I'm not one to keep the mold I'm a prisoner in chains to bind I'm a martyr to be in myth enschrined I'm a madman to his fate resigned I'm a soul within limits unconfined I'm the one sent straight from Hell I'm the one whom tolls Death's Knell I'm the one with lies to tell I'm the one for whom wicked is well My World Oh, hello, why there you are, come in! You'll be staying a while, then, I presume? Well, then kick back, relax, you're in for a ride, Welcome to my world, step right on inside. Here we have fairies going by on the wing, And angels sporting halos of silver, not gold. The cat population is cute, though really quite chatty, And the songbirds behave quite, well, rather batty. There's the firebirds flying across the blue morning sky, And dragons lairing in the mountians there yonder. There's cherry blossom trees, they're really quite pretty, Growing on the outskirts of the elves' own woodland city. There's a jazz quartet playing down by the ridge, While the rock and roll band is on tour somewhere or other. There's country music playing just about everywhere, too, It helps Larry run away from You-know-boo-hoo. The dwarven lands produce great feats of the age, Gems and metals formed into works of priceless art. The pirates steal all of the ninja's shiny plunder, But they steal it right back under the cover of thunder. That's just the surface, but wouldn't you know, I've kept you so long, you'd better get home. But if you ever come back, know that you will be told, Welcome, welcome to my world. |
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