Your original Poetry

[Dances w/PURPLE]

As by request, here is a forum for Original Poetry. (we have one running in another forum but this one is for sharing as original works ) Post away.

[Amdusias]

Hey hey look at this! :) Thanks Dances! Much obliged!

I already posted in the thread in the Off Topic areas, but I guess I'll post something different here, since I was responsible for this anyway :)

Lost in an Hourglass

I'm slipping beneath the voice
Drowning in her sea by my own choice, but
She always keeps her feet so dry
Need to rise above to see eye to eye

I can't keep up, you're moving too fast
Chasing half-known dreams that just don't last
Take some deeper breaths and don't say goodbye
You're hiding in the open and I
I wonder why

Does the tyranny weigh down your eyes?
Bear a metal cross that's wrought of lies
She always keeps her spirit in the middle
Grounded by a culture that most call civil

Even though she thirsts for life
She'd rather choke on drier nights
Grounded fine she can't go home
Has lost the way to all she's known
Does the sorrow weigh you down?
Isn't life too grey and brown?
Sickening as it moves too fast
How would you stay?
Running, but alone?

See this
See how you've blinded your eyes that were once so knowing
Let your
Thirst draw you out from a desert of fast-changing sands

Thrown off-course you make anew
Path spiraling out, away from you
Rising, falling with the sands
Fast-moving, changing tides of land
They funnel quickly to the bottom
Flipped upside-down and still they flow on
With falling sands you still remain
Clipped wings to fly

You are contained
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Lay some stanzas on me, wordslingers!

[Dances w/PURPLE]

Excellent!..........searching now for my journal. Found one I had written on the event of the death of my grandfather. I'll keep looking. This is a great start Amdusias and glad you are pleased. Thank 1YESfan for the new forum.

[Amdusias]

I'll PM him :)

And thank you! BTW I'm a big King fan too. Reading The Dark Tower series as of late; in fact the term "wordslinger" is something I borrowed from him :)

[=A=_YeSfan@tic]

Epitaph

Profound concentration, vibrations
Touch freedom of soul enlightened
Born to experience the wonder
In an infinite life cycle
For oneself, pure love arises

Urges inside, unknown feelings
Hear worlds spinning backwards
In amazing shadows covering the hearts
Of a moment's existence
For oneself, slaves in limitations

Pureness of heart, immaculate soul
See reality taking place in union
And grace of prehistoric times
In a miraculous realm of anger
For oneself, around silence

Oh you corporeal being
Acknowledge the infinity of living
Learn to experience the love of life
Forever and ever,
Eternal.
Victor Cristian Rosca
Copyright ©2004 Victor Cristian Rosca

From...

A young soul creates
From a clear sea of enlightenment
All to express desire
From unknown devotement

A fragile mind shapes
From a local era of precedent
All to experience creation
From curious allegiant

An innocent heart listens
From a sharp edge of feeling
All to love another
From infinite well-being

A scared beeing struggles
From a limited set of perceptions
All to ring true to the self
From troubled misconceptions
Victor Cristian Rosca
Copyright ©2004 Victor Cristian Rosca


Joy Of...

Quantification of time is important
The joy of spending time wise
Concentration of time in forever
The joy of being alive

Experimentation in life is crucial
The joy of freedom is peace
Intoxication in life is elusive
The joy of being is free

Cultivation of mind is astounding
The joy of learning new things
Exploration of knowledge is grounding
The joy of knowing nothing

Unification in love is eternal
The joy of life is a search
Communication in love is perpetual
The joy of being is love
Victor Cristian Rosca
Copyright ©2004 Victor Cristian Rosca

[onslo]

In A Lifetime Yet To Come

the extremity of the human mind,
in the deep sleep most men are living.
when someone would be lost enough to lose their mind
forgetting what is alive and what is simply an expression,
they would no longer sense the presence of another
just them self, alone.

searching for something, not knowing what it is,
not knowing where it lies, not knowing where to start
they would walk the streets at night in the cold
they would walk the streets at day, ignored.
ignored by those who have not fallen so far,
by those who fear falling so far.

when they come to the end of this life
they will have nothing to remember,
except the pain and the blindness
and the emptiness inside which they constantly need to fill.
no one can fill it for them, no money or no possessions,
but it will be filled when they learn they always had it.
in a lifetime yet to come.

:¬,

[Amdusias]

awesome stuff Onslo and Yesfan@tic! I especially like From...

Here's one I just finished last night :)

Silent Light

I.

Silent depths, afloat on the air
Silent light of the celestial stair
We seek for joy of dirt and dust
Held in fists, intentions bare

Beat the air with broken wings
The empty church where no bell rings
The wind lives here with smoking wicks
Housed with broken glass it brings

Scorned, the commons wrought in change
Winds of conflict tear the frame
Create destruction, blinding light
Depths of dust leave waiting pain

Speak of burdens in the mind
Branded memory, burned through time
Winter's winds on discord's wings
Bred by want of green divine

II.

Peacefully take in the air
Breathing night, no worldly care
Emerald hills below the sky
Silent light of the celestial stair

Warm wind enfolds and lengthens the time
Removes all conflict in the mind
No dark clouds hide the beauty here
No sounds of conflict, no thoughts unclear

Silent light, the stars only seem
To blanket two hearts in a mutual dream
Silent depths, not a word passed between
They lie by the lake on divinity green

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Influences include nuclear winter, Ireland, and to a small degree, T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland (something that seems to pop up a lot in my recent stuff).

Keep 'em coming everybody! :thumbup:

[soulsearcher]

amdusius~~a songwriter, musician...and poet.
aren't we lucky!!!

[Amdusias]

heheh thank you!

Aren't I lucky to be part of such a great group of music lovers :)

[soulsearcher]

thank you!

[Sheerah]

Group Hug!!!!!!!!!!

[soulsearcher]

awwwww! :valintine

[Emops]

This Morning
by Tyler P.

(Note: this works better when you read it out loud.)

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As I was walking down the street to work this morning I was thinking about many things including my plans for this weekend when I might go to the mall to buy some new pants then all of a sudden a nearby taxicab drove through a puddle of mud and splashed mud all over me and since I was too far away from home for me to go and change I didn’t know what to do but fortunately there was a clothing store right around the corner and I thought that it might be a good idea for me to get new pants now instead of this weekend so I walked quickly to the clothing store but realized that since my shoes were covered in mud I couldn’t walk in there because I might get their carpet dirty so after wondering what to do I took my shoes off and hid them under a nearby mailbox where hopefully they wouldn’t be stolen and after that I walked into the clothing store in sock feet to quickly look for some pants but they didn’t have any in my size and before I could ask for help the store manager came over to me and told me I’d have to leave because I was getting mud on some of their clothes which really embarrassed me because I hadn’t realized that so when I got outside I went to get my shoes I found to my surprise that they had been stolen which made sense because a lot of people were near me when I hid them so somebody probably saw me hide them and decided to steal them which confused me because they weren’t particularly nice shoes but just a thirty dollar pair of brown dress shoes so I walked down the street wondering what I should do because I was covered in mud and without shoes when I saw a payphone and realized I had enough change to make a call so I made a call to my boss and told him about the taxicab and the mud and the shoe robbery and he told me that he understood and I’d have until eleven thirty to get to work which pleased me because I might have enough time to run home and change my clothes so I hung up and walked as fast as I possibly could since it hurts to run on a sidewalk in sock feet and I got home about eleven and changed clothes and ran to work in my other pair of cheap dress shoes which still hurt to run in I might add so I got to work at about eleven thirty on the dot and my boss didn’t punish me he’s a pretty understanding guy so when I got home that evening I found that I had forgot to put my dirty clothes in the hamper and there was a mud stain on the carpet so I made a mental note that in addition to going to the mall to buy new pants I’d also have to get some carpet cleaner.
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That earned a spot in my school's poetry anthology. Odd, since it’s hardly the best thing I’ve ever written.