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Some poems from Lesionia:
The Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
The demon in your closet
It hides trapped behind the door, waiting eagerly to get out.
Everyone has a skeleton, but yours is a demon
It hungers for souls, It thirsts for blood
Revenge, Hate, Arrogance, Rage are it's names.
It persuades others that it is right, even itself.
Its truth is a lie, its lie a truth.
Depression it uses on its victims
It is the monster of your mind.
It loves your pain and doesn't care about your fear.
SubmitIt is even humored at your poetryfear.
It makes you see things that are not there.
It could drive you insane
How can one see past the illusions?
Past the lies to the truth?
Or was there any truth to start with?
Will it make you stronger?
Or just bring it down?
Just get rid of the demon-
Oh wait-
I forgot to tell you-
The demon in the closet is you
(no name)
Fire rises in my viens
Water is absorbed into me
Earth supports my steps
The wind listens to my anguish
Time is slowed to a stop
Matter is seen through
In mourning does my power listen to my command
I wonder if I shouldn't listen to the beast in me more?
Listen to my power, for it seems to know something I don't
I wonder why I cant remember- then maybe it was another lesson
To listen though one may not understand
To learn humility, though one may be hurt or scared
To see, to do, and to be.
In the night of winter do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of darkness
In the day of summer do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of light.
I must learn again. I must heal again. I am simply a crystal rose.
Unknown Life I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many threadswant me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
some poems from alula:
“One Life, One Blade”
One by one, they are picked off,
Darkness blinds them as fear binds them
Standing in the long line a little girl cries
With each swipe of the blade a silent thud is heard
The little girl is next, she turns ash white
A light reflects off the blade, she holds her breath
She feels it ripping through her body
Her hands turn cold, her eyes grow dull
Her last breath escapes,
Her body falls, and is drug to a pile
Later is burned, to remove any trace
That this little girl had once lived.
By roan
The Storms Song
Soft voices chant in the night,
Their eerie song is heard with fright.
When they sing, the trees wavier,
Fields of grass and flowers are dancing with favor.
Little ones shake and shiver, below!
As the trees quake and quiver.
Yellow and orange leaves together dance,
The sound of a falling branch disrupts their trance.
The interruption from lights destruction,
Is followed by a laughing eruption.
Petrified, they try to hide,
Still the haunting voices are where they abide.
This is the song of the wild,
Here to bring fear to every child.
By, Roan
one by elegantshadow
Night of the Banshee.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
‘Twas only past midnight when we heard that wretched yell
Her cries rung throughout the town like an old broken bell
She was signaling the departure of our dear friend
Echoing the moment, with her song to no end
The creature stood before us, with a face that looked stirred
She floated just above the ground, where the grass had died below her
She was draped in tethered garments, with hair a knotted mess
And had bloodstains at her hands and heels, and a locket at her breast
With eyes as dark and red as a rose bud or blood
And skin as pale and blue, like she had died in a flood
Her song was as sorrowful, as it was queer and loud
For three good hours did she sing it clear and proud
Until my friend who lied there on his dying bed
Was spirited away by a light, and not a word more was said
We looked out behind us as the Fae One fell silent
She turned on her heels, and walked away from the islands
But on this day and onwards, by my very life I shall swear
That I’ll never forget the look on her face
And the tears in her stare.
---------------------------------------------------------------
one from Tolonkolo:
Wind blows trees sway
Fire burns meadows blaze
Lightning strikes flashes fade
thoughts a impulse that never fades
nervous twitch through the blaze
hear the screams or do you feel them?
The pain of hundreds long dead or bound
The past ancestors calling abound
The pain of the past that can haunt you oh my
what to do when you just let it to
whats waiting acting normal in person
as sanity is slowly fading within the person
Feeling ones family dead, a love so dear to be felt now thats gone
a corrupt monarchy that acts like a head throne
Novels and stories that you read
Make impressions of feelings that act like weeds
Breaking your mask that you always keep high
Making your neutral stride falter an maybe even die
knowing more by feeling than by seeing things that you cant see
but why does this always end up happening to me
never won anything never in my life
if i ever did i know it was swindled right
hearing the words people say behind you as you walk away
watching there looks as you pass them by
reading there forms watching there face knowing what they wouldn't ******* say to your face
no one bothers thee
for there is no reason too
the world just plays and dances on your grave laughing with glee
you cry in a corner
to only get laughed and bitched at
so what used to be doesn't seem to be
no longer can ever be
so what was the point of having loved ones and a home
if it leaves you weak when your all alone
the wolf in you is always there
not really separate but always there
in the instincts you feel the impulse that dwells
the pain thats there even though there is no physical one
to touch or feel
you feel it anyway
in the back of the mind
like a sickness of plague
plunging the light of the mind into darkness acting like your grave
buried beneath the dirt rock clay an soil
clawing madly wanting to be freed
knowing that once you are it might not be the free you once knew
just a new sickness a new plague
just a new wall a new fake
just another hole to be burried in
just another home to watch burnin
one by mibs:
poetry, deep and true.... whether you be blue or yellow, sunny or cloudy, I will always fee my heart leap as your emotions seep from every word...
one from missmagpie:
come closer my dearest and i shall tell
the rumor floating across the dell
from heaven all the way to hell
the moon shines for you!
yes my sweet do you see
how the moon shines on thee?
it is there, oh so near
making sure you feel no fear
the moon shines for you!
yes mama and papa are gone, love
but they smile from up above
and every night while the magpies peep
they light the moon so you can sleep.
now hush and snuggle in little bird
i don't want to hear another word
sleep now my sweet child
while the world is at peace for a while
and if you feel that you can't get through
remember, the moon shines just for you!
one by medianfare:
I can't forgive and forget...
When I know he will just screw it all up again...
I can't just let it go...
When I know he will hurt my friends.
I don't know what made me want to guard my friends,
Make sure that light never disappears from their eyes,
See to it that their heart never ceases to beat...
Or maybe I do?
Maybe its just because after one of my friends got hurt I promised...
To protect their smiles,
Protect their lives...
A big thing for someone who hardly knows how to fight,
Much less how to make someone feel better.
So try not to blame me for going too far...
Its all to protect my friends.
The sun never shines,
And the moon is dead,
In my world.
Everyone may doubt me,
But I know what I saw,
And I know what happened.
Even when my friends doubt me,
What I do is all for them.
I know the truth,
No I'm not delusional,
I can't tell you,
Because I know you'll become angry.
Angry,
Yet I'm crying.
I'm in pain but no one sees under the mask.
I hide the tears that are plain to see.
Hurting because no one believes.
Your wrong.
I have proof.
Yet I chose to drop it,
Because I just didn't wanna hurt,
Yet its sadly too late.
Too little, too late.
If I did curse, I'd curse myself.
For making myself so easy a target,
And for making promises I know I can't keep.
I'm no warrior,
I'm just some damsel-in-distress.
I wanted to change that but how can I?
I've gotta tell the truth,
No holding back.
Why would anyone believe in me?
The answer is plain to see,
So I must come clean.
To anyone whom reads,
I made a promise to protect my friends,
However I could.
Maybe that's why I go too far at times.
Even now I doubt what I know to be true,
When I saw it, clear as day.
I hate that I'm easily swayed...
I hate that I'm no help...
I just freaking hate how much I'm no help!
My life means nothing,
Yet I can't protect one person.
Not even one.
No one believes me,
So I guess I'm in the dark for now.
Until he reveals himself.
I stick by what I know,
What I know to be true.
You may not believe me,
But I know what I saw.
And what happened next was way too much of a coincidence.
I was taught to believe there are no such things as coincidences...
Even now as I look though...
My resolve wavers,
And I'm forced to make sure the truth isn't a lie after all.
The Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
The demon in your closet
It hides trapped behind the door, waiting eagerly to get out.
Everyone has a skeleton, but yours is a demon
It hungers for souls, It thirsts for blood
Revenge, Hate, Arrogance, Rage are it's names.
It persuades others that it is right, even itself.
Its truth is a lie, its lie a truth.
Depression it uses on its victims
It is the monster of your mind.
It loves your pain and doesn't care about your fear.
SubmitIt is even humored at your poetryfear.
It makes you see things that are not there.
It could drive you insane
How can one see past the illusions?
Past the lies to the truth?
Or was there any truth to start with?
Will it make you stronger?
Or just bring it down?
Just get rid of the demon-
Oh wait-
I forgot to tell you-
The demon in the closet is you
(no name)
Fire rises in my viens
Water is absorbed into me
Earth supports my steps
The wind listens to my anguish
Time is slowed to a stop
Matter is seen through
In mourning does my power listen to my command
I wonder if I shouldn't listen to the beast in me more?
Listen to my power, for it seems to know something I don't
I wonder why I cant remember- then maybe it was another lesson
To listen though one may not understand
To learn humility, though one may be hurt or scared
To see, to do, and to be.
In the night of winter do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of darkness
In the day of summer do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of light.
I must learn again. I must heal again. I am simply a crystal rose.
Unknown Life
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many threadswant me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
some poems from alula:
“One Life, One Blade”
One by one, they are picked off,
Darkness blinds them as fear binds them
Standing in the long line a little girl cries
With each swipe of the blade a silent thud is heard
The little girl is next, she turns ash white
A light reflects off the blade, she holds her breath
She feels it ripping through her body
Her hands turn cold, her eyes grow dull
Her last breath escapes,
Her body falls, and is drug to a pile
Later is burned, to remove any trace
That this little girl had once lived.
By roan
The Storms Song
Soft voices chant in the night,
Their eerie song is heard with fright.
When they sing, the trees wavier,
Fields of grass and flowers are dancing with favor.
Little ones shake and shiver, below!
As the trees quake and quiver.
Yellow and orange leaves together dance,
The sound of a falling branch disrupts their trance.
The interruption from lights destruction,
Is followed by a laughing eruption.
Petrified, they try to hide,
Still the haunting voices are where they abide.
This is the song of the wild,
Here to bring fear to every child.
By, Roan
one by elegantshadow
Night of the Banshee.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
‘Twas only past midnight when we heard that wretched yell
Her cries rung throughout the town like an old broken bell
She was signaling the departure of our dear friend
Echoing the moment, with her song to no end
The creature stood before us, with a face that looked stirred
She floated just above the ground, where the grass had died below her
She was draped in tethered garments, with hair a knotted mess
And had bloodstains at her hands and heels, and a locket at her breast
With eyes as dark and red as a rose bud or blood
And skin as pale and blue, like she had died in a flood
Her song was as sorrowful, as it was queer and loud
For three good hours did she sing it clear and proud
Until my friend who lied there on his dying bed
Was spirited away by a light, and not a word more was said
We looked out behind us as the Fae One fell silent
She turned on her heels, and walked away from the islands
But on this day and onwards, by my very life I shall swear
That I’ll never forget the look on her face
And the tears in her stare.
---------------------------------------------------------------
one from Tolonkolo:
Wind blows trees sway
Fire burns meadows blaze
Lightning strikes flashes fade
thoughts a impulse that never fades
nervous twitch through the blaze
hear the screams or do you feel them?
The pain of hundreds long dead or bound
The past ancestors calling abound
The pain of the past that can haunt you oh my
what to do when you just let it to
whats waiting acting normal in person
as sanity is slowly fading within the person
Feeling ones family dead, a love so dear to be felt now thats gone
a corrupt monarchy that acts like a head throne
Novels and stories that you read
Make impressions of feelings that act like weeds
Breaking your mask that you always keep high
Making your neutral stride falter an maybe even die
knowing more by feeling than by seeing things that you cant see
but why does this always end up happening to me
never won anything never in my life
if i ever did i know it was swindled right
hearing the words people say behind you as you walk away
watching there looks as you pass them by
reading there forms watching there face knowing what they wouldn't ******* say to your face
no one bothers thee
for there is no reason too
the world just plays and dances on your grave laughing with glee
you cry in a corner
to only get laughed and bitched at
so what used to be doesn't seem to be
no longer can ever be
so what was the point of having loved ones and a home
if it leaves you weak when your all alone
the wolf in you is always there
not really separate but always there
in the instincts you feel the impulse that dwells
the pain thats there even though there is no physical one
to touch or feel
you feel it anyway
in the back of the mind
like a sickness of plague
plunging the light of the mind into darkness acting like your grave
buried beneath the dirt rock clay an soil
clawing madly wanting to be freed
knowing that once you are it might not be the free you once knew
just a new sickness a new plague
just a new wall a new fake
just another hole to be burried in
just another home to watch burnin
one by mibs:
poetry, deep and true.... whether you be blue or yellow, sunny or cloudy, I will always fee my heart leap as your emotions seep from every word...
one from missmagpie:
come closer my dearest and i shall tell
the rumor floating across the dell
from heaven all the way to hell
the moon shines for you!
yes my sweet do you see
how the moon shines on thee?
it is there, oh so near
making sure you feel no fear
the moon shines for you!
yes mama and papa are gone, love
but they smile from up above
and every night while the magpies peep
they light the moon so you can sleep.
now hush and snuggle in little bird
i don't want to hear another word
sleep now my sweet child
while the world is at peace for a while
and if you feel that you can't get through
remember, the moon shines just for you!
one by medianfare:
I can't forgive and forget...
When I know he will just screw it all up again...
I can't just let it go...
When I know he will hurt my friends.
I don't know what made me want to guard my friends,
Make sure that light never disappears from their eyes,
See to it that their heart never ceases to beat...
Or maybe I do?
Maybe its just because after one of my friends got hurt I promised...
To protect their smiles,
Protect their lives...
A big thing for someone who hardly knows how to fight,
Much less how to make someone feel better.
So try not to blame me for going too far...
Its all to protect my friends.
The sun never shines,
And the moon is dead,
In my world.
Everyone may doubt me,
But I know what I saw,
And I know what happened.
Even when my friends doubt me,
What I do is all for them.
I know the truth,
No I'm not delusional,
I can't tell you,
Because I know you'll become angry.
Angry,
Yet I'm crying.
I'm in pain but no one sees under the mask.
I hide the tears that are plain to see.
Hurting because no one believes.
Your wrong.
I have proof.
Yet I chose to drop it,
Because I just didn't wanna hurt,
Yet its sadly too late.
Too little, too late.
If I did curse, I'd curse myself.
For making myself so easy a target,
And for making promises I know I can't keep.
I'm no warrior,
I'm just some damsel-in-distress.
I wanted to change that but how can I?
I've gotta tell the truth,
No holding back.
Why would anyone believe in me?
The answer is plain to see,
So I must come clean.
To anyone whom reads,
I made a promise to protect my friends,
However I could.
Maybe that's why I go too far at times.
Even now I doubt what I know to be true,
When I saw it, clear as day.
I hate that I'm easily swayed...
I hate that I'm no help...
I just freaking hate how much I'm no help!
My life means nothing,
Yet I can't protect one person.
Not even one.
No one believes me,
So I guess I'm in the dark for now.
Until he reveals himself.
I stick by what I know,
What I know to be true.
You may not believe me,
But I know what I saw.
And what happened next was way too much of a coincidence.
I was taught to believe there are no such things as coincidences...
Even now as I look though...
My resolve wavers,
And I'm forced to make sure the truth isn't a lie after all.