Good job, Jenos.

Arg. I want to take the poem on my first post out. I'm SICK of looking at it.
-Sunset

quote:

Originally posted by depressedwavemaster:
Must... resist... temptation!

Gah!

I did it!

*silent applause*

Oh yes. I swear, if I turned out to be... Oh never mind. Must not get into griping about high elves. Must... resist... temptation!

Gah!

I did it!

Thank you WaveMaster, it looks quite pretty, elvish has that effect. I like a good challenge, I will try translating it myself, but will bookmark the translation for when I fail. As for high elves *laughs heartily* I couldn't agree more. What a group of arrogant *******s.

I Saurlalaith

Nini,
Lantiel, asca, keliel
Fanant henath nuin fanant vilyar
U-na el enestel
Nell loma midu
Glam a glam, usi
Ilye beth lasta le nell
A aiyar le ruth ve halye firuva.
I ithil sila nu dimesse
Ve nini quanta i vilya.
Pele i vanwa sereg
A i firnin
Le lalaia thrad i agarwaenar
coi na saurlalaith.



If you want to cheat and see the translation, here is the link: http://allpoetry.com/Poem/434559. If you want to translate it for yourself, you'll have a hard time. I combined gray and high elven and had a mix of english grammar and elvish grammar. It was an experiment, but I think it turned out well. There's mostly gray elven in this, only a few high elven words. OH. I hate the high elves. In any story, in any world. High elves should kiss their ***** like they demand everyone else to and go to hell.

Done now

See, I wish I could have that much description in my poems. I just rememberd, Jenos, I promised to show you I Saurlalaith. I'll see if I can find it.

Sunset, I really liked that one. This one is called Empty Streets.

She likes what she does, she does it well,
Bring the blades, the flames, we all play.
Giggles, laughter, screaming, crying,
Warmth turns to ice, flesh to ash.
Empty streets lie out before my open mind,
Bare refuse skitters across stained pavement.
I, alone, this dark world of sin and shadow,
Facts taunt, playing with tainted thoughts.
Nefarious, forsaken, dark, hidden,
Soulless, emptiness, arise my brethren!
They were here, lit candles, soaked in blood,
Citadels of a forgotten future.
Yell, please, a pale face, the horror,
Brings a soft smile to your tender lips.
I will do nothing, you know it well,
That is why you enjoy it so.

-Jenos

Feedback is welcome.

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There's not much I can say for that, Sunset. It was really good.

No one knows the hurt that lives inside of me
The hurt in my nightmares
How i cant sleep at night
The thoughts still here in my head.
Burying my sorrow
In my heartless soul
My heart turning black
As cold as stone
The hurt shall live in my soul
It will never die
Haunting me day after day
Never leaving my mind
Darkness fallows me everywhere
Its my home
Where I can get away
But I'm never able to hide
The pain still finds me
No matter how hard I try,
I try to get away
Running as fast as I can
Tripping along the way.
I finally fall
And the pain overrides me
Killing me slowly
Ever so slowly
As I scream in pain
Not able to get away.
-Sunset

Ooh, tolkien's elvish. I've written a poem in his language. It's called I Saurlalaith. I'll see if I can find it.

I Erresea Mahtar

Líre i morna eresse, ilya selmuva fire.
Ve ni lelya a vinya úmea.
Ni rihte, salpa coile lusta.
Sina sara sangwa mauye a luca.
Ve ni mare sina ringa parca
Ilya na vanwa, ullúme vanwa.

The Lonely Warrior

Sing the somber solitude, all will perish.
As I travel to a new evil.
I twitch, sip life empty.
This bitter poison forced to drink.
Just as I live this cold, dry lie.
All is gone, forever lost.

The first is a poem I wrote in elvish. The second is its translation for those unable to read it.

-Jenos

You never even acknowledged
that i was there.
You never even noticed
when I chopped off all of my hair.
You will never miss me
when i fallupon this knife.
You will never realize
that you desroyed my life.


____________________________________


The phone rings again,
I know it is you,
but since you hate me
why should I talk to you?
You think I am a f*** up,
the I never will succeed.
I am even now proving you wrong,
because now I can lead,
My own life.
and see my friends.
Having no contact with you,
and hoping my happiness never ends.

_______________________________________________

~To the one person I hate with a passion.

Go on, redo what you did right the first time
And do it wrong again, like you did the last time
**** it up dear, that'd be great.
I'll give you 3 seconds of venting
And then I'll show you to the door
Dear, you're lucky I'm forced to love you.
I suppose I could pretend it pains me to see you cry
As long as you know that I'm laughing inside.
I have experience, I know best.
Don't tell me you know what you're doing,
You're the oldest joke in the book, Love.
My nine months of pain wasn't worth this,
"pity me, pamper me, love me,"
Can't you ever do anything on your own?


Eh...that's all I've got. Not really a poem, just rantings thrown at my mother.

I know, and I just answered yours. We're having a double conversation here. But I'm logging off of my email. I think I'll try to talk to my brother if he's not talking to his boyfriend (sigh). I'm losing him to a freshman.


And if you see this, Jeric, I deny all of it!

Thank you for the site, I will check it out, and I just answered your reply.

-Jenos

Aye, I just answered it.

you should check out allpoetry.com
(my username is shadow aelf)

Yes I write poetry regularly, but I do not think they are good enough to post. I especially liked this one though, so I thought what better one than that to start it all off with? Wavemaster, thank you for the compliment, and you've got mail.

-Jenos

Ooh, that was really good, Jenos. I like the last two lines, especially the weeping unheard.

Do you write poetry regularly?

Unheard.

I am a lost cause, passing by as another despondent soul - trampled into the dust. A small requiem, passion not fashion, designed for murder, unwillingly takes over my mind. This disease, immune to life, unable to die - controls the very intimate of my thoughts, overpowering. I try to fight it - failing miserably. The thick dust of sorrow drowns my cries for help. It is what we need, what we are denied, what lies unused in the filthy refuse that is human nature. My bandaged wrists bind me to what I hate, what I love most of all. Dry tears fall from sunken faces, wetting cracked petals of forgotten memories. Worst of all is the somber truth that awaits us all behind locked doors. Abandoned in the dark futility of a lost hope, I weep - unheard.


Just a little poem I wrote when I was extremely depressed at one point. Yes, there are no line breaks intentionally. Feedback is welcome.

crap I forgot the code. 3 dots means yes and 2 dots mean no, or was it the other way around?

Hehe just kidding. Thats me and my dry sense of humor for you.. Anyways, seriously though what does that mean?