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 Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 5:25 pm
By Tsume's request I am posting this poem as my first in the guild. This poem is actually refering to 4 of our family members, basically how screwed up and disfunctional we are. XD
"Read me this, life lover."
Hold this to my heart
keep me close to what I fear
show me what is wrong
with this picture
reflected in the vanity,
a half-painted face looking back
at the person everyone thinks they see.
Holding a beating heart in open hands
waiting to hand it to this harlequin
a stranger letting pulsating blood
drip through pale fingers
until the life fades, and then exists no more.
Standing in a white abyss
so calms that chaos reigns
Emptiness holds its own castrophany,
roiling and writhing
absolute stillness.
Hand on heart
poison beating veins,
snarling rising
through naked fangs
beneath my trembling lips.
Decimate my own flesh
take my blood
because my skin is stripped away
when it cannot be removed.
Dialated eyes behold this deepest irrationality.
Shame
is all that remains.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 1:20 am
Nice one biggrin
*even though I can understand only about half*
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Serin_The 2nd personality
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 5:33 am
Serin_The 2nd personality Nice one biggrin *even though I can understand only about half* You probably didn't understand any. You do know a portion of that poem is talking about you!! XD
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:49 pm
Myar...you should totally put more up. *randomly thinks it'd be neat for both of us to compile a short book o' poems*
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Tsume Rokaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 9:03 pm
Request granted. ^^ WonderlessThere is a place called Wonderless,
it lies between all things.
A chaos ridden sigh
finding order between clashing thoughts.
Shifting,
so many minds move
grinding and shaping
beneath the heavens of an airless sky.
There is a core of wanderlust,
a point where all existance goes
the heart between all worlds
whose name is called surreal.
And none believe
the things they see so deep
behind their closing eyes.
They wake and wait for something more
but will not take off their skin.
They cry
and kill
themselves.
There is a place called Wonderless,
words are life
thoughts breathe
and dark forgotten fantasies
walk from world to world
drifting untamed
away from the mind
from which it was concieved.
Now everyone knows your secret.
Maelstrom
a churning sea of wandering thoughts,
what is so real about your reality?
Come and see the real world.
What is the center of it all.
There is a place called Wonderless,
where all the boundries end
reality is waiting for you
so come and wander in.
Don't you think it's time...
to wonder?Explination of the poem: Rowan's Journal Entry:Quote: This has got to be the weirdest revelation I've ever had. I had a dream a few weeks ago, I was in another world, and like in Loveless, words were power. The world could be molded by thought and poetry, and I couldn't get it off my mind. It's an actual place, sort of. Wonderless. "It lies between all things", its the center point of all universes, the connector point of all minds. Thoughts gain their own life and when they're set free by their creator they drift to Wonderless, where they can wander into other people's minds freely. You can't go straight into another person's mind, just like you can't go straight from a single room to the one next door, but Wonderless is like a hallway. A central area between minds. Some people lock their 'doors' and can't pick up anything. Others leave them open, which is why they can sometimes pick up other people's expelled thoughts, like us... So there ya go. Debate the point if you want, I'm gonna make it a thread eventually. =D
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:28 am
YAY! *luffles Wonderless* ^^
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Tsume Rokaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 7:12 pm
This is somewhat the sequel of Wonderless. The Wander Inn is a place where wandering thoughts can come stay when they are forgotten or shared by their creators. Imagine a gothic, castle-like building converted into a hotel for the forgotten pieces of people's minds...
The Wander Inn
Holding up these haunted arches
dreams sprouting on hallowed ground
the crosses cast shadows
upon desecrated days
a light in deep darkness is found.
These windows hold secrets
though the doors have no keys
things sleeping and wakeful
roam down crevice halls
grown up from Wonderless trees.
Strike the bell so ringing high
come rest your weary head
the towers winding wait
for your insomnic sleep
eyes close in your lifeless bed.
I stand and watch to gaurd the day
a statue waiting for the night
figments drift, bells ring
through open doors
lie memory, pain, respite.
So soft this wonder calls to me
so less is my vast mind
Wander in friends and strangers
we drift away
and leave all the worlds behind.
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