I'm taking that as a compliment. Thank you.

Jeez risika, it sounds like me.

Shadow

Sunken cheek bones, standing gaunt
Blue veins shone through ivory sheen
Revenant, lonely, hollow, looming haunt
Splendor immortal from crism weaned
He stares at the heavens and thinks of gods
Drunk from the deathbed, a disturbed one himself
Praying just a little on his ancient knees
Prostate and frozen, he plans and prods
Caught between eras, facing alone
Poor angel of death without an Eden, white-faced wretch
Living a fairy tale for so long now, he may become stone
Ingesting the life breath like a lutton and a heart he must fetch
Wandering wonder-beast, an enigma, at best
A crisp crackle of dew mists evaportate into the sky
This plethora of sins consecrate Pallid never to die
Murdering eternal a servant of Death.

Thanks, Jenos. An email I shall expect.

I can't find words to express my feelings towards that, WaveMaster. Amazing.

A lil bit of freeverse coming your way, but I think you guys will learn something (actually learn something!) from this! So... read it all, ****ers. And when I say "T," I mean T as in the first letter of the name of my school. And my school colours are black and red if you were confused by that part too.


To my parents, my parents

I used to think
It began
On the day I told you.
I thought it began then
Because I can picture it in my mind,
And what I can't picture,
I've left blank.
You're driving me home--
What we had done, I don't remember,
And you start in on me.
"J-------," say you, "what is your secret?"
More or less.
I look over at you
Brow furrowed
Eyes narrowed
Silent breath--halting.
You go on. "I know you're not happy...
Being a girl."
"No ****."
These words spilled out,
And like a torrent,
Could not be stopped.
I thought it was that day,
Because
I remembered.

But no,
It was the day you picked out my baby clothes
It wasn't pink or blue,
It was yellow or blue.
You were ready for anything
Boy or girl,
But you wanted a boy
I know
You never wanted...
A gender-freak.
And I came out in a bloody mess,
Christmas music still blaring
Is that why I hate it?
Because
My feeble ears heard--
"It's a girl!"
No!
This isn't the way
It was supposed to be!
But this was where it all began

I grew up in yellow
And in osh-kosh frills.
I was a cute little girl
With a wisp
Of auburn hair atop
Deep set black eyes
I was a beautiful little girl,
With my hesitant grin
And empty eyes
I was a beautiful,
Little...
Girl.
That wasn't where it had begun,
But you know?
It was the start.

This isn't how it was supposed to be!
****--
This wasn't the way
It should have been...
But
It is the way it is

I carried the burden
(I've lost so much)
And I've borne it
Alone
For there is no one else
Who can tell me
They know

You pretty girls
In your short white skirts,
Cool dance moves,
Cool, suave voices.
You could never tell me how it is
To live as something you're not--
Go back to your dance moves
To your petty poetry,
Singing of love
That will last until tomorrow,
Of your problems
And your sadness.
Can you pin the date when you realized
You have lost everything?

And you handsome boys,
Striding down the hall
Because
You have something you're proud of
You look so cool
In your black and red jackets,
Your black "T" hats,
And maybe even
That grin that says you're confident.
Take it all away.
I mean all of it, boys
Take it all away and pin the date
Where
You lost it all
You can't tell me
You understand
You can't tell me
You know what I'm going through

But this isn't to you,
It's to them.
Stop and look
At THEM.
This is to them I'm trying to say
This, to them, I'm trying
I'm trying...
To make them understand.
The moment it began
My friends
Was the moment it ended
Ended
Ended
End my pain

Y'know--
I thought it began
The moment "I'm just like a guy,"
Escaped my lips,
The moment I told them
I wanted to get a
FULL
Sex change operation
I thought
It was then
But it wasn't
It was the moment you called out,
"It's
A girl."

I would hate to repeat a poem, which I posted in the "Your Say in the Government" forum. Here it is:

An Ode to Bush

Oh, here's another one. My friend wrote it in honor of my friend Ian, and I thought it was funny as hell.



Once there was a sad, sad emo boy
Whom nobody liked because he would whine to them without end
Which annoyed the hell out of people though the little boy was seemingly oblivious to this fact
Thus he continued to cry and cry until he had no friends left
Being without friends made him sad
He was so sad that on a daily basis he would weep bitter tears of sorrow and self-loathing
A constant hate cloud of sadness surrounded him which made him want to die
Eventually he was all like "eff this effin' BS gawdammit"
And then he died
But god was all like "homey don't play that fewl"
And thus the sad little emo boy was brought back to life
And he was all like "oh sheet lawrd ahmighty why you gotta do me like that?"
And henceforth proceded to weep bitter tears of sorrow and self-loathing
But he soon realized he had been reincarnated into a trendy luscious hunk of scrawny manmeat that drove wild the hormones of boys and girls alike
And from that day forward all his tears were made of rainbows and kittens
And the sad, sad emo boy was made happy
Because who the hell doesn't love rainbows and kittens?

Eh...it's kind of putrid, but I wrote it to my friend Autum. So...here it goes.

She was born to her tears of her mother
She died thinking of younger days
She spent her life singing love songs to her mirror
Wearing downward, living in yesterday...

She said the angels understand
she claimed the willows weeped when they were all alone
She always had a change of plans
Those long hours she spent crying in her room...

The Last Day she threw a penny in the river
she thought she'd like to see how far it would go
Then she lie down and she slept forever
Dreaming of the things only God would know...

Now her heart is filled with joyous wonder
As she walks through her Father's open door
She can't find the words to describe the splendor
And nothing makes her cry anymore.

Please give me your input on this poem be very honest i need honesty, because i need to perfect this poem for a competition in a few weeks.


In a Moment Like this

In a moment like this,
Your voice answered my wish,
And led me on to the stage,
Where you fulfilled my dream.
And in a moment like this,
You stopped me in my tracks,
And took me by the hand,
Where you taught me how to dance.
And in a moment like this,
You lifted up your sweet arms,
And put them around my heart,
Where you led me to the sound.
And in a moment like this,
I put my arms around you,
And we glided to the song,
Where we made our first stand.
And in a moment like this,
As the song began to fade,
And we looked into our eyes,
Where we made our first embrace.
And in a moment like this,
I knew I’d found
That one special girl.

Here's a free verus poem I wrote when I was in a playful mood and staring at a drawing of a tiger on the wall.

Tiger on the Wall

The vicious feline came prying by,
With cautious movement she drew so near.
Snaring teeth with a threatening growl,
And redness burning in her fiery eyes.
Without warning she released her claws.
As rays of sunlight hit the blades,
Gleaming as strongly as they were sharp.
She silently waited to attack.
Sensing movements from her prey,
She leaped forward fiercely.
Only to be stopped by an unknown force;
She was merely a tiger on the wall.

yeah, everyone's poems are pretty darn good if i do say so myself.. i have a few, but will only post one @ a time, because i know how annoying it can get reading someone else's peoms that don't really have anything do to with you, haha.. well here is one of them i wrote recently.. it was my first, so it's not that good.. and yes.. i am a newbie at this whole writing thing.. but i try... and i need some honest feedback, cuz i need to know what you all think out there.. cuz i eventually want to put these words to a tune.. i'm working with a friend on guitar right now, and me on my cello to see if we can work something out.. so far so good, so let me know!

Excuses Become Habit

Don’t know how to say it right
Feel like I might screw it all up
Tongue seems numb
Think I lost my voice
Here they come…

In the back of my mind
Always brewing
I say I’m done
Tho I know I’m not
Here they come…

Chorus:
Excuses become habit
It’s always been the same
Can’t bear the pressure
Want to change my ways
They cloud the view
Of the future I know exists
A life without excuses
Is the way I want to live

Didn’t get much sleep
I know it isn’t right
Heart seems heavy
Step into the light
Running ‘round in circles
Trying to find the end
Knowing I have problems
Head and heart need to mend


Chorus:


Step up to the microphone
Face the fears
Tell the feelings
And shed some tears
He won’t laugh
He won’t cry
You know this
Why don’t you just try?

Chorus:

~A Withered Flower~



She felt special

She thought they liked her for her beauty

For her smarts

For her caring heart

She felt loved

She hadn’t received this kind of love at home

She hadn’t felt this way in forever

She thought if she can have this all the time her hurt and pain would go away



She let them touch her

She let them “love” her

She fell in love with the way they caressed her body

She fell in love with the “I love you’s”

She fell in love with each guy

She gave them her all

She gave away a piece of heart

Only to find out that everything was falling out of her hands and into their fulfilled fantasies



She felt used

She felt betrayed

She felt like they took apart of her and then stomped on it each and every time

She felt like a ride to take advantage of before the offer runs out

She felt like nothing, she felt her respect withering away

Like a beautiful flower, so innocent, so naïve, like a beautiful flower, you can take away each of its pedals, take away its magnificence, and let time do the rest let the flower wither and die



i hoped u liked it. i know the last lines dont look so poetic but i tried

lol.

thanks guys, but I'm kind of an amateur(sp?) The best of my poems get really long sometimes because it's usually when I'm mad or super emotional when the best comes through. One of them was something like four pages long. lol.

Wow, great poems you 2. Im impressed, then again nothing from wavemaster that good ever shocks me anymore.

Good job DWM and Voice.
-Sunset

Heaven Cries

Heaven watches, silent and true
Heaven watches, from a sky so blue
Heaven watches, worried with concern and solicatude
Heaven watches, I do too.

Heaven listend, waiting for a call
Heaven listens, encouraging us to stand tall
Heaven listens, helping us make it through
Heaven listens, I do too.

Heaven summons, beckoning for us to follow
Heaven summons, wishing we could know
Heaven summons, giving us a view
Heaven summons, I do too.

Heaven hopes, never giving up
Heaven hopes, never becoming corrupt
Heaven hopes, creating us anew
Heaven hopes, I do too.

Heaven roars, exsasperated and tired
Heaven roars, weak and yet still required
Heaven roars, the followers are so few
Heaven roars, I do too.

Heaven cries, raindrops fall in relife
Heaven cries, feeble from grief
Heaven cries, for me and you
Heaven cries, I do too.

That was good WaveMaster, I liked it immensely.

Creeping in the wayward night,
Slight, without a sound
Orange set on the sky line,
Darkness pressing round

Come and join the darkning dance,
Deep within the night

Come and join the soundless trance,
Kept within the night

Spinning, turning in the dark
Slight, rustle of leaves
Stars shining, falling: mark!
Away behind the trees

Come and join the rustling dead
Fallen in the dark

Come and join the somber tread,
Follow in the dark

Reach to the skies above,
Streach thy fingers from the stone,
Heed me! deceased hearts of love,
O wanderers alone

Come! and hear the peaceful breath,
Carried from above,

Come and be the peaceful death
Crying from above

Thank you Sunset, it just...came to me during chemistry, so I wrote it down.