this is the end

[Loki Wyrd]

I'm moving away from these forums for the most part. I've been spending a lot of time around here lately, as I was stuck at my parents' house, tending to family matters which I shan't discuss here. I'm back at my place though, so that shall change. I post most of my work elsewhere, and I've decided it would just be easier to keep over to that side of things. Less temptation, and less time. I'll still probably be by on occasion to post something I don't feel like putting in the other place. Anyhow, here's something to remember me by...

 

 

 

I'm walking on water

I can't see the ground

My feet are below me

Still I look down

 

The wind is wild

Shaping the terrain

Relentless as the water

Which it tries to tame

 

Everything seems to wash away

With the pounding of the waves

The voices of those I've left

And the choices that I've made

 

They are all left ashore

Where the real people play

The focus of my attention

Before I drifted away

 

 

 

Reminds me of something I would have written a few months back, especially without any punctuation as it is, and the rhyme scheme.

Edited January 21, 2004 by Loki Wyrd

[Peredhil]

Hugs

 

I like your poetry. Don't forget the URL. PM me the URL of the place at which you normally write please.

 

-P

[Loki Wyrd]

*dodges Peredhil's hug attempt*

 

I don't accept hugs or drugs from strangers, sorry.

 

 

As promised, I am stopping by. Speaking of promise, this piece really has some.

 

 

Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck!

Which way did he go?

I was right there behind him,

But walking too slow.

He ran to the right

And I ran to the left,

I didn't know what I was doing

As you probably guessed.

I fell down a mountain

And into a lake,

Then the wind started blowing

And I started to shake.

I took off my clothes

And dried off in the sun,

When onto the scene

Burst a man with a gun.

His daughter had spied me

As naked as could be.

The man thought I'd corrupt her,

As she'd surely do me.

So I took off a-running,

And I ran fast.

When I heard the gun discharge

I felt a pain in my ass.

Then I tripped on a log

And landed on my face.

When I awoke the next morning

I didn't know the place.

I was out of harm's way

As I sat in a tree,

But I was still naked

And a little too free.

The squirrels started making eyes

In a mischievous manner,

So I decided to leave them,

Waving my bleeding butt as a banner.

When I got down from the tree

I was no longer lost,

I was back on the mountain,

But at what cost?

The girl must have found me

In what I thought was a dream;

She must have been stronger than she looked,

And I must be lighter than I seem.

But all that was behind me,

So I tried to recall

What it was I was after

Before my long fall.

I remember some words

And some misplaced emotions,

But isn't that life

In all its commotion?

Now I just wander

And look for some clothes,

Hoping for some piece of information

That I doubt anyone knows.

[Yuki Kokoro]

Catchy and entertaining, I really liked:

His daughter had spied me

As naked as could be.

The man thought I'd corrupt her,

As she'd surely do me.

The last line was unexpected, but fits quite well, we girls can be very corrupting.

[Loki Wyrd]

Thanks for the reply Yuki. I agree, girls are evil.

 

Also, I wanted to apologize to Peredhil for my earlier comment. In retrospect I'm not sure if I was trying to be funny or a jerk, but I'm sure more of the latter than the former. I know you're a well-meaning individual, so I'm sorry for my caustic remark.

 

Moving along...I figured I'd post up a couple more of my poems I've written in the last month or so. It's but a small fraction of what I've written, but it's better than nothing I hope.

 

 

 

 

Bittersweet acceptance of defeat

Broken glass

On bended knees you bleed

Shattered past

Picking up the pieces of yourself

 

 

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Transcribe my reflection

Where I may never know

The depths of your perception

 

Into my looking glass,

So I may never worry

How far you dare look past.

Edited March 16, 2004 by Loki Wyrd

[Ayshela]

*speechless*

*looks back at the most recent entries*

*blinks*

*speechless*

[Loki Wyrd]

I've been neglectful, but I haven't completely forgotten about this site--I'm sure few care. Four new poems, thanks for reading...

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes I'm so afraid of

Just how vulnerable I am

I almost don't believe that

Life will go on

All the more reason

To not give a damn

But these fears have festered

Over all that I am

To scar and disfigure

And fill with shame

Unnecessary toil for

Unnecessary pain...

Just another drawn out

Thread of life

Quivering in the wind

 

 

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Lost in the sands of the hourglass

Waves crashing against the shore

Calling out for you to meet them

To leave it all behind

Reluctantly you step forth

But you let it wash over you

Releasing you from your bonds

And you watch as it takes you

Holds you gently in its arms

Not letting go

Ever

 

 

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Ever think so suddenly

The floor falls out from under you,

And there's nothing there to comfort you

But the clouds of your thoughts?

 

That carry you from safety,

Then precariously place you

On the back of some adventure,

Where you face unknown danger.

 

But your fate is not a cruel one.

You face the dangers when they come,

And prosper over every one,

Until the end, when they're all gone.

 

Then just as suddenly

The floor is back underneath,

With none the wiser to your scheme...

Only the refuse of a dream.

 

 

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Saturated in loathing, of a thousand different thoughts;

Where compassion is compelling, but somehow it's lost.

Engulfed in the flames, burning inside;

Which simply must spread, they shall not abide--

The temptation of malice, too terrible to tame;

Indiscriminate in touch, but it hurts all the same.

Emerging from the fire a burnt and twisted mass--

(There is) No escape from the old when you're made up of the past.

[Loki Wyrd]

The sewers below fill with waste;

Even pouring out into the streets,

Where the children play

On their hot summer days,

Pretending they're not bothered in the least;

But something inside

Curls up and dies

When slowly their friends wash away.

What can they do

But be washed away too--

Where are the children to play?

[Loki Wyrd]

Wake from this dream...

Your situation is not wholly without humor.

Irony, it would seem, is the joke that's heard after

It's all fallen apart; from the others

You see mirth, but your eyes hate the laughter.

[Ayshela]

"You see mirth, but your eyes hate the laughter."

 

excellent.

i.. would comment further, but stuttering is less than eloquent or comprehensible.

*hugs*

glad to see you posting again.

[Loki Wyrd]

Thanks.

[Yuki Kokoro]

"Irony, it would seem, is the joke that's heard after" I really like this line and it's one of the best descriptions of irony I've seen.

 

I loved this section as well:

"But something inside

Curls up and dies

When slowly their friends wash away.

What can they do

But be washed away too--

Where are the children to play?"

 

You've expressed some deep thoughts very eloquently in many of these poems, I really enjoyed all of them but I think my other favorite would have to be:

"So I may never worry

How far you dare look past."

 

I think they all flow well too, they're easy to read and pull you in, I especially like the loose rhyme scheme most of them use. Your poetry keeps getting better, I look forward to seeing more whenever you get the time.

[Loki Wyrd]

Thanks for your comments, they mean a lot to me.

 

You shouldn't have said my poetry is getting better, though; now I'll feel like everything I write will have to be better than what I last did. It's pretty much hit or miss for me--sometimes I'll get lucky and write something worthwhile.

[Loki Wyrd]

I've been away on vacation. But now that I'm back, I notice I have geld. How did this come about?

Anyhow, I have a couple short ones I'd like to share. Enjoy...or not (that is the question?).

 

 

 

 

With these thoughts did she, to shame,

Place her hands upon the blame;

And with her touch did he exalt:

To find her center and her fault.

 

 

 

 

The prose of nature has its own songs,

In words that shall never be written,

For our tongues could not comprehend

The gifts that they would be given.

[Loki Wyrd]

Sterling silver smiles permeate my skin

That I once washed daily.

But I've forgotten what water looks like,

Though I remember it tastes quite cold,

Sounds quite alive.