Yondaime10101
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Welcome to my poetry showcase ;3. Read and enjoy, my style is unique and my messages deep.~Yondaime10101
The Unexpected and Uncontrollable
May 4th, 2009
Your voice eliminates—
My sorrow,
Your love—
My worries.
A shield from thy darker self,
A guiding light on a blackened path.
You have become my savior,
That to which I cling so tightly to.
There is no way for me to express,
The feelings I hold for you,
For you see—
No words can describe,
Feelings so indefinite,
So controlling,
So bewildering,
And so extraordinary.
They have grasped a hold of me—
So tightly may I say,
To the point where—
My thoughts have changed.
To contradict that which previously was,
And to create what now is.
Now I see,
Now I understand.
Imagination only goes so far,
Now reality is at my door.
And so I step out—
Away from my shell and its potent protection,
To take a chance,
For you,
You see—
I can.
The Encounter of a Fallen
May 4th, 2009
Night-colored wings,
Entrancing beauty,
Spread wide and inviting,
I find myself slowly walking.
Pale complexion and expressionless gaze,
My eyes meet his—
Now lost in tantalizing crave.
Contrasted look of warmth,
To cold touch,
That which is forbidden,
Always was more sought.
Vengeance is dedicated to the character Sasuke. This poem sounds best when READ ALOUD.
Vengeance
May 12th, 2009
The Clock trapped on twelve,
A Vengeance sworn,
On littered Bodies—
Silent streets and corners.
The Torture of the soul,
Results a broken Mind,
Consumed by Hate—
The Endless despise.
A path of Destruction,
Leaves no room for Happiness,
For Fear of repetition—
Lies in strong Silence.
The scene Replays,
A Nightmare in day,
Repeating, Repeating—
Forever to stay.
The Irrational made Rational,
The Insanity made Sane,
This is mad Justice,
For all of the Slain.
A Heartbroken Peace
June 4th, 2009
The despair I had felt,
Could not be compared,
For it gripped my heart with cold tendrils,
And ripped the feelings I had.
I doubted what I was,
And who I am—
Whether I was living,
Or I was dead.
I had loved,
Like I never had,
But you denied this—
And said only you have.
You said you wished,
For my ignorant bliss,
But I saw what I wished not to see,
And I denied it,
Until the pain had tortuously consumed me.
So now I tell you,
This is goodbye,
This is my closure,
Because I finally can say—
I no longer love you.
The Mask of Glass
April 14th, 2009
Ugly perfection.
A curse to the mind,
Placed by mistake,
Created to blind.
A piteous thing,
When mistakes arise.
Inside turned out,
All which was hidden inside,
Don't Cry!
Don't Cry!
Mistakes are fine.
Don't Cry!
Don't Cry!
It will be alright.
That's what you think.
However it is clear,
Perfection is a disease,
That cannot be cured.
An illness that—
Makes unnoticed,
The flaws, The greatness—
Of a person.
It hinders,
It spreads,
In critical moments,
Breaking which,
Was never spoken.
An illness that
Is of the worst kind,
Drawing out all—
That was.
Hidden.
Tightly.
Inside.
Blank
June 7, 2009
I am blank until used,
And express without speaking,
I carry an infinite amount of possibilities,
And I am one of many.
Easily disposed,
I am—
But easily treasured just the same.
I can be found nearly everywhere,
And I can travel great distance,
I can fortify peace between nations,
And I can be evidence of wrong-doing.
A form of communication,
I can bring about the peace of the world,
Or bring its destruction,
With but a few decisive words.
I can be a silent weapon,
And I can be a lovely matchmaker,
I can be a life-story,
And I can be your dream unheard.
Teaching I can do,
For it is not difficult,
Knowing I do not have to know—
What it is to be taught.
I am the present,
I am the past,
I am the history,
In its stated fact.
You cannot hear me,
But I can speak—
Even without words,
I can be the pitch and beat.
I differ in physical appearance—
Shape, size, and color,
I am the variety,
For your adapting taste and desire.
No Way Josae
June 10th, 2009
When troubled with a heavy heart,
He is the one to seek—
For jokes is how he starts,
And lightness is what he keeps.
When a heavy mood sets in place,
He steps in to save the day—
With a joke here,
And a smiley there,
That is how he plays.
His laughter is something shared,
Satisfaction—
Led by care,
A joke for all,
Not for one,
That is what makes his fun.
All seriousness—
Is out his door,
For this is a game—
Nothing more.
~Dedicated to Josae
Happy Belated Birthday!
The Wish
June16th, 2009
I move forward,
As time carries onward,
Although my steps grow weaker,
Thy will pours constant.
I wish to see a brighter day,
I wish to see the heart I give so carelessly away—
So kindly returned.
Does such a time exist?
But my will—
Keeps such petty doubts astray,
As I trudge forward,
In such disarray.
The thorns of my attempts,
Ail my feet,
As I trip and fall,
And steadily climb back up incomplete—
But with such profound new-built conviction—
I move onward—
More harmed then ever,
But more willing to move forward.
White Dress
August 17th, 2009
The sound of painful intent splays the field,
Angel winces at once before joined hands,
As the wish to be a shield from tightened fists rises,
And consumes the now miserable crisis.
The shouts of frivolous rage emerge,
Coupled by the concealed anguish within,
Eyes look only for what they fear,
So hate may comfort their painful tears.
But such foolish misunderstanding—
Makes Angel rise—
And stand between—
The broken cries.
With eyes shut,
The damage is dealt,
Not to one another,
But to the savior of both.
Gray Days
October 14th, 2009
Ever have those days,
When the world turns gray,
When words fail to be heard,
And your own feet lead you astray?
I know those days,
For I had one today.
The clock no longer matters,
For time has no place,
In this dreadful gray calamity,
Where my mind now lays at rest.
My legs will carry me along a daily route,
No different from yesterday or the day before that,
It's a haze upon my thought,
Only a cover to hide away from the emotional distraught.
But do not misunderstand,
For walking in a gray realm separate from ours,
Is filled with nothing but loneliness,
And thus it is a plane of solitude.
To think and to contemplate,
To conclude upon prior conjectures,
And to draw the lines,
We do not wish to see connected.
It is a place to cry,
And a place to wallow upon worries,
Fresh tears of distress unseen by the human eye,
For the face shows nothing,
Of the deep inner turmoil inside.
However it is alright,
For these gray days are only scattered showers of life,
And so nature makes it so—
Tomorrow ought to shine.
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Topic: _::Yondaime10101's Poetry Showcase::_
Posted on August 22, 2009 00:33
, All very good though, Keep writing, You are very good.
