Some Poems

[Nerdanel]

You should've warned me,
you should've told me not to look.
You could've saved me,
you could've given back what you took.

Don't you ask me about gender,
we are what we are and want to be.
I don't label a defender
of your faith, so don't you name me.

Don't tell me about your lust,
I know what you feel and it's not me.
Go ahead and show me if you must,
if me crying is what you want to see.

Don't even talk to me about touch,
for it's all I sense, all I see.
My hands reach out, I want it too much,
won't you ever set me free?

So please don't mention hope,
I know that nothing's for free.
Stop now, I might still be able to cope,
even though I lost the key.

Don't you dare come closer,
or try to find my old key.
You're nothing but a poser,
and there will never be a we.

I should've warned you,
I should've made me go away
when I still knew what to do,
when I hadn't become a cliché.

[Lotesse]

Yet another awesome poem by Nerdanel. I swear, Nerdie, these poems of yours sound like they would make excellent, excellent songs. You're a songwriter, definitely.

[Nerdanel]

thank you! i've never really thought about that before..

[Nerdanel]

This one's inspiried by my parents. Dad left a couple of days ago, and I sure do understand him..

Decisions

Going out into the night.
Finally leaving this madness,
this insaneness of ours.

I decided to leave you
I decided it was the best thing to do..
For both of us, leaving us.

I wanted to keep the memories,
hold them close while
trying to destroy it all:

time seems to make it all
look so much better,
at least to me: we once looked so good..

I have missed us for so long now,
I don’t want it anymore.
We can’t do this anymore.

It hit me tonight
that everything I’ve looked back at
is gone, and I can‘t hope anymore.

So why can’t you just agree,
let me go, let us go..
Why can’t we just agree on letting the memories go?

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Finger Soup


Chop, chop
Rip, rip
Drip, drip.

A painful gasp
The bloody bubble bursts
Gritting teeth
Against the raw spasms.

Strip, strip
Plop, plop
Throbbing dulled
Because you are accustomed.

Face sickly pale
Spooking at the soft shadows
Obey the whispers
Widen your eyes.

Purse your lips
Curse under your breath
Snoop.
Meddler.
Backbiter.

Pose like a mannequin
Suspended over your pot
Stove element turned to high
A bubbling sludge concocting.

Essential
Boiling over the edge
Sweetly sickening smells exude.

Strip off the skin.
Squeeze out the juice.
Cut away the tendons.
Rip away muscles.

Blood drips.
Plop into the pot.
Painkillers dulled the pain
Get accustomed to my little game.

Obeying the whispers
Only you can hear
Watch your concoction
Boil and bubble.

Blood bubbles burst
From your stumpy hands
Sizzling your wounds
Howl in pain.

Bite your lip
You have to be quiet
Singe your stumps
On the white hot element.

Go as far as hallucinating
Drop to your knees
Collide with the floor.

Trying to obey
Those deadly whispers
Intoxicatingly tempting
You just had to try. (by...well moi...i swear i wasnt on drugs
and NO this isnt about me! tell me what
you think!)

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Human Waste


Screaming in outrage
Bleeding and in agony
We are the souls without speech
We are the speechless.

We are the dying
We are the dead
We are the starving
The haunting.

We are the beaten
We lie in blood
Our blood.

Our life is wasted
Our bodies drugged
Our blood is draining
We are the done.

We are the gone
The lifeless
The hopeless
And we continue
To bleed in agony.

by moi...i think i was inspired when my friend took drugs...tell me what you think!

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Broken Wings


Shattered and mutilated
Bruised and bleeding
Weeping into obliviation.

Numb to everything
Above and around
Those words circulating
Intoxicatingly deadly.

Battered
Trying not to slip
But the grip is loosening
And you're sinking.

Trying to control
But already knowing you've lost it
Noises dulled to soft shadows
Everything halted to a slight whisper.

Hopelessly gone
And gone is the hope
Wishing to be craddled
To health and sight.

Blackened sight
Sightly blackened
Feeling around blindly
Blindly fleeing.

The unseen ruin
Ruined unseenly
A naked hand
Transparent or invisible.

Choked
Entangled and entwined
As black as night
A nightly black.

Catching a glimpse
But not seeing
Pitch black
But almost day.

Hopeful
But not hopeing
Rescued
But you're only dreaming.

Still there
Entangled, entwined
With unseen hands
In a nightly terror
You're ruined.

by moi...

[Count Comfect]

The last few poems here are really beautiful... but also rather disheartening. Here's my go (traditional-style, with rhyme and meter)

In-spiration

O were the sun a blaze of stolen fire
And earth a mass of lead illegal got;
Were all our works the musings of a liar,
Each word we wrote the ravings of a sot;
Should all with lies and robbery be made,
So honest men would fear to show their heads,
And ev'ry day be cover'd o'er by shade
All colour gone, departed blues and reds
And yellows from our sight forevermore;
Were all this true, and nothing else was good,
No hope remain'd, all cast upon the floor,
To never be rais'd up; still then I would
In joyous ditties sing your praises high
For with you near what cause of grief have I?

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Originally Posted by Count Comfect

The last few poems here are really beautiful... but also rather disheartening. Here's my go (traditional-style, with rhyme and meter)

In-spiration

O were the sun a blaze of stolen fire
And earth a mass of lead illegal got;
Were all our works the musings of a liar,
Each word we wrote the ravings of a sot;
Should all with lies and robbery be made,
So honest men would fear to show their heads,
And ev'ry day be cover'd o'er by shade
All colour gone, departed blues and reds
And yellows from our sight forevermore;
Were all this true, and nothing else was good,
No hope remain'd, all cast upon the floor,
To never be rais'd up; still then I would
In joyous ditties sing your praises high
For with you near what cause of grief have I?

i love it...yeah my poems have always been dark or " dis-heatening" as you put it

[Lady Ravyn]

excellent, count! :-D

tamuril, i LOVE your poems! very dark, yes, but very real and emotion-filled. don't be afraid to use graphic or strong words in your poetry. (by strong, i don't necessarily mean curse words- i mean words that are strong, that hit people in the face without mercy.) excellent, keep posting!

haven't been here in a while (again) but i've kept writing! i post most of my stuff in my blog on my MySpace so if ye want to read some, check it out! i could always use more friends anyway, cuz i don't have that many lol. just tell me your from entmoot cuz i don't usually add friends who i don't know and i don't want to deny your friend request on accident! lol
now i'll have to find some newwer stuff to post here...

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Originally Posted by Lady Ravyn

excellent, count! :-D

tamuril, i LOVE your poems! very dark, yes, but very real and emotion-filled. don't be afraid to use graphic or strong words in your poetry. (by strong, i don't necessarily mean curse words- i mean words that are strong, that hit people in the face without mercy.) excellent, keep posting!

haven't been here in a while (again) but i've kept writing! i post most of my stuff in my blog on my MySpace so if ye want to read some, check it out! i could always use more friends anyway, cuz i don't have that many lol. just tell me your from entmoot cuz i don't usually add friends who i don't know and i don't want to deny your friend request on accident! lol
now i'll have to find some newwer stuff to post here...

thankyou...i like my poems too...i should post my poem BARBED WIRE because i read it out in the holocaust symposium yesterday..and i'll pm you about myspace

[Nerdanel]

Boderline Case

Time passes me by
every monday at seven
when the sea gulls are crying
and the sun is new.

Behind is a sea
of lost minds,
lost on their way
to a land far ahead.

Still awaiting are those
who don't dare to take the step,
the step to throw them out
into the ocean without end.

I tried to catch the time once,
but I failed to stay on.
That's why I'm here now,
not safe and not free.

In the middle,
waiting to see if next monday
is the one I've waited for
the one to take me to the ocean.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Originally Posted by Nerdanel

Boderline Case

Time passes me by
every monday at seven
when the sea gulls are crying
and the sun is new.

Behind is a sea
of lost minds,
lost on their way
to a land far ahead.

Still awaiting are those
who don't dare to take the step,
the step to throw them out
into the ocean without end.

I tried to catch the time once,
but I failed to stay on.
That's why I'm here now,
not safe and not free.

In the middle,
waiting to see if next monday
is the one I've waited for
the one to take me to the ocean.

that is really good..have you ever thought of publishing?

[Nerdanel]

Originally Posted by Tamuril Sirfalas

that is really good..have you ever thought of publishing?

thank you! but i haven't really thought about that, no..

what about you? you're a very talented user of your language; not only does the meaning of the words create moods and feelings, but also the combinations of words and the mere sound of them. really nice indeed.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Originally Posted by Nerdanel

thank you! but i haven't really thought about that, no..

what about you? you're a very talented user of your language; not only does the meaning of the words create moods and feelings, but also the combinations of words and the mere sound of them. really nice indeed.

im going to publish my works of poems...the books tittle im still not sure of
thankyou ...i've never been called talented with words before...it means a lot

[Nerdanel]

Love sucks, and I like it

‘Love sucks, and I like it’,
were the first words I heard him say.
Ever since that day I couldn’t get him out of my head.

I first met him on a party,
as he was standing on the balcony.
I got a grip on myself, just before I turned around and fled.

He saw me standing there,
like a dark shadow in the doorway.
‘Will you just stand there and look at me’, he said.

Timidly I stepped out,
and slowly started to suffer agony.
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows..“, he read.

As I finally reached him,
he looked straight at me and did say:
‘You look at me like if I touched you, you’d fall down dead’.

‘I would’, I replied,
surprised to hear my voice’s honesty.
He pulled me close and held me, as I turned a bloody red.

This situation is new,
I thought, I’ve never felt this way.
I heard me whisper: ‘What if we’d go somewhere else instead.’

He loosened his grip,
and I felt the world was in harmony.
‘I want to get to know you, but you know the word will spread’.

He said he wanted me,
but he couldn’t see himself as gay.
I said, ‘If the entire me isn’t what you want, at least take me to your bed.’

We walked away, close,
and I thought that life is full of irony.
‘I don’t care what they say,’, he said, ‘let’s not look too far ahead’.

That night he told me,
‘I want to be your love, if I may.’.
I nodded and quietly followed his soft hands, as he lead.

But beauty is a beast,
and the worst sin of all is gluttony;
“Too much love will kill you”, I whispered as I lay him on a velvet bed.

‘You suck, and I like it’,
were the last words he heard me say.
With the knife in my hands I stood there, quietly, and watched him as he bled.

[Nerdanel]

Torn reflections

Reflections.. Colourful reflections is all that is left,
since the colours of my life told me to leave.
"Take only things you need to survive",
they said, and threw me out late one eve.

I walked along familiar streets and paths,
but grey was all I could percieve.
Everything had changed, every tree lost its grace,
every stream lost its depth, everything I had chosen to believe.

Late one night I sat down to see what I had brought with me,
the colourful memories of times past I found in my sleeve.
Colours came back to me for they had not been able to alter my past;
that is something only time can achieve.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

i love this poem! its so good...very interesting

[Nerdanel]

Originally Posted by Tamuril Sirfalas

i love this poem! its so good...very interesting

thanks a lot! i have it on my devArt page as well, but this is the first comment i've recieved..

i'm glad you like it!

[Rûdhaglarien]

What struck me most in this was the colour vs. grey. I think that's because we've entered autumn, and it's the most colourful time of year. So reading about all the colours going away was... affecting, I guess.