Poetry

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Yep post your own at 1 per message. That way we can tell where one ends and one begins. And here I begin with a poem I just wrote froma friend's POV.

This is written because it was inspired by a friend's true love for her boyfriend.

The warmth is so great.

To find comfort in him.

One who may become my mate.

For the sorrow at being apart.

Goes through the my heart.

Like a poisoned dart.

The pain and anguish.

Rain with sadness.

In my heart.

Yet I do know.

That he will always be there for me.

Even if I hide amongst the tree.

One day it will happen.

That I know.

One day, maybe in the snow.

We will confess our deepest love.

And get engaged, ring on a dove.

Then we will be married at last.

And we shall forget the past.

We will have fights and quarrels.

But they shall not last.

Love is perfect.

Love is true.

The only one I wish to be with is you.

(Ok Sallia does that pretty much describe how you feel about Will, from your point of view?)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

(ok before you read any of my poems I am posting them as I copy them from my site...in reverse order. I just want to warn you that my darkest writings are in these poems. That first poem is the only love poem I have ever done.)

Another Poem: Untitled

Woe to us all for the ace has fallen, the Hunters approach at dawn. The fear has spread like a cancer, and yet I have none. The apathy in me is high, and I can only try, to regan my soul on this day, for this I do pray. If I may, I will say, that I will pay for this transgression, even if it is possession. Darkness had swallowed me once again, but now I see it and fight it, for I have no other choice in this war...

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

We live in a world of strife,

remember to hold onto life.

For it is what we must choose,

or it is what we shall lose,

unless everything is all just a ruse.

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

(Another little note thing that is, umm some of my poem's can be a little sensual if u read subtext, please do not be offended.)

Another Poem: Temptation

Temptation.

It can mean so many things.

It can mean sex.

It can mean drugs.

It can mean certain other things that are wrong.

Temptation.

It is so silky and slick.

It feels so alluring.

It feeds us the darkness we dare not let into our souls.

It tells us everything will be fine.

It tells us to do what we want.

It feels more intamate than any sensual expierience.

It knows your every desire.

It knows your every whim.

It knows your every dream.

It knows that you will give in.

It knows you will accept it.

And it knows you will accept him.

Lucifer, oh Prince of Darkness you think we do not know it is you.

We know oh Dark one, and we want to reject you.

It is impossible to though, unless we try something new.

Something you doubt we will, because it involves not selling our souls to you.

We hear you whispering in our ears not to do it, to spend eternity with you.

To spend eternity in hell.

Yet we know that we can accept Christ into our hearts.

We know he can forgive all of our sins.

That he will forgive us, and that we know and show that his son died for us.

On a cross, so full of pain, that was where Jesus was slain, yet he rose again, to forgive our sin.

We know when we accept him that you will attack us, try to turn us, but once you've become one of God's Children there is no turning back.

Eternity is eternity Lucifer, live with it.

Acriku · March 16, 2002

Poetry rules... ;D

My first one:

The Dead-End Silence

As I lay in my deathbed, sound asleep

Dreaming of my outcome, so clear and deep.

As I awaken to witness the death of my life

I wish to go back asleep, to flourish in the mirrors of life.

As I close my eyes for the last time facing the beast of death

Time itself slows down, bringing me to my last breath.

I turn my head and see my life before my eyes

I turn my head once again, turning away from all the lies.

My energy quickly diminishing, soon becoming inert

I wish my life would soon revert.

But I let nature take its course, and accepted the darkness creeping in

Hoping to be forgiven for every lie, every sin.

My heart stops, and my life comes to an end

And I see my soul towards life and heaven’s bend

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Another Poem: Desperate

I'm desperate for freedom.

Freedom from my neighbors,

who deal the drugs,

who the police do nothing about.

Freedom from the endless cycle of pain at school,

the taunting,

the teasing.

Freedom from the nightmares,

that haunt me each night.

Freedom from the world,

from its evils,

its wars.

Freedom from the grip of temptation,

its silky smooth voice,

urging me forward,

to do that which I should not,

but what attracts us all,

in an almost sensual grip.

Freedom from the pain,

the pain of life,

the life which we all face.

Acriku · March 16, 2002

My second one:

Life's Eternity

The days became years became eternity upon Life

When Evil bore a new face to the Forces,

Then the Eternal Light shined down upon the Earth from the Heavens

Then began gracefully so, toward Destiny in the skies and below.

Taken upon the form of a lordly King, it touched the ground of Precious Life

And tasted the sweet percussion of life beating its drums of endearment,

With the horns reaching the stars with its sounds, Evil took its place

Casting a shadow over the skies, Evil had mercilessly darkened the Eternal Light and its creation.

Hell then lifted from its profound caverns, wreaking havoc upon the Earth and the Heavens

Balls of fire shot down, destroying the creation of the Eternal Light that is Life,

It is then that the Eternal Light mightily rose from the great depths from which Evil cannot bear

And joined with the last force that was not to be destroyed by Fate - Nature.

The last two forces from which the Fate of the Earth and the Heavens depend on drew slowly towards Evil

And in its truest, yet newest form it still did not compel the two forces to turn course,

Even still the forces stayed true to their path, to their Fate, for that is the only thing to depend on for victory

As the forces drew nearer to the Evil that held such malignity towards Life, hope sprouted wherever the Forces may be.

The forces then were divided by Instinct, and cornered Hell to its core, ebbing to its abysmal origin

The two forces hence combined for the last time, starting the end of their Destiny,

And they started from which they stopped, towards the destruction of Evil

And towards the resurrection of all Life.

Evil let loose all of its craft, but still no match for the forces that protected the realms

Still the two forces flew towards Evil - faster now, for the confidence in Life was overbearing,

Finally Evil released all its anguish and hate into one bellow of abhorrence, howling for no mercy

The two forces then flew through the presence of Evil in which it could not bare, the ruination of Evil has begun and ended.

The hope that once fed the two forces grew into a mighty Tree that is to be the Giver of Life

The Great Tree let go the seeds of Hope, and Life grew, regaining what is great of the Earth,

When the force of Nature settled into the Wonderful Tree, and the Eternal Light set its place in the Heavens

All was righteous in the two worlds, Heaven and the Earth, and all was...Destiny.

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

(Good one Acriku, very deep!)

Another Poem: Untitled

I walk through the mist.

To where I do not know.

All I have to show is my faith.

That the path will be in front of me.

Should I stray I will find it again.

Nay shall I ever be conquered by evil again.

Acriku · March 16, 2002

My third one:

(Thanks dude!)

The War With No Ends

The drummers beating the skulls throughout the land

And the spears began to flood the army of men,

Time would cease and it will come to one side at hand

While the dark fog of destiny would co-exist with the cloud of sin.

The war cries were carried throughout the world filled with death

And were slowly diminishing never to be heard again,

With many dead, and many dying, many take their last breath

While fighting for freedom and for the respect of all men.

As the battle fulfills its hunger for death and war

The cries die out, bringing an eerie silence amongst the alive,

But this did not stop the warriors, the warriors of war

And they slowly died in honor, and feared dawn would not arrive.

The battle may be finished, no more death to be brought upon yet

But the war will seem to never cease, and the world will forever be fighting,

For that is what destiny does, and that is what it will do, and that is what it will let

The battle would not be forgotten, for it will be forever engraved in writing.

The side that diminished the other, kneeled at the feet of the dead

For till the end was when they realized what they had done,

With the land flooded with a sea of bodies, and the sand drenched red

Among the enemy they saw their own kin, and found that no one had really won.

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Darkness Overwhelming Light

Darkness overwhelming light.

That is what I see,

when I look at my world.

Darkness overwhelming light.

That is what I see,

when I look at the hatred and anger in my friends' eyes.

Darkness overwhelming light.

That is what I see,

when I watch the sunset.

For in this world we live in,

the light is flickering,

as people continue bickering.

The light continues its march to extinction,

at a faster pace,

thanks to the human race.

The light continues to fade,

as the US Military accidently bombs Afghan Civilians,

and as they die senselessly and without reason.

The light grows even dimmer,

as the boiling pot begins to simmer,

and then the light flares one last time.

The light flares,

it illuminates the area,

but dies down again.

It grows weaker,

as the evil acts increase,

as the hate continues to build.

The light is nearly out now,

its glow barely visible,

darkness overwhelms light.

(I really don't understand what the Light is. It takes so many meanings such as good, truth, justice, and most importantly...Hope.)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Visions II

He was a mean looking man.

He had no straight teeth,

he ate lots of meat.

He was a mean looking man.

He busted through the locked door,

heading for my mother.

His butt was mine,

or so I thought,

wrongly so.

I threw myself at him,

head driving for the vulnerable throat.

He caught me.

He gave me a hard punch to the spine,

I went down, paralized.

Then he raped my mother in my view.

It made me spew.

Then he turned to me and spit with contempt,

in my face, spittle leaving a trace.

He then delivered one quick blow.

The pain was intense for one moment,

then the darkness overwhelmed the light.

(Another one of my nightmares which deserved a poem of its own. It was so vivid that I awoke screaming with pain, even though you aren't supposed to feel pain in dreams. I went into the bathroom at 4:30AM when I calmed down enough to walk and took a bath until everyone was up. The water may have soothed my emotions temporarily, but it cannot sooth my turmoiled and ravaged soul. That nightmare, now in poem form here has been the reason I have gotten 3 hours of sleep in the past 36-48 hours.)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Visions

Why these dreams and visions?

Why the images of death?

Why the destruction?

Why the feelings?

They send me reeling.

Why do they haunt me...

Day and night...

Is anything still right?

I try to gather my might,

To fight the encroaching sight.

Yet I fall asleep still.

Only to find myself in a mill...

of visions that rock my soul.

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

(This was written 8 hours and 45 minutes before a plane crashed into a neighborhood in Queens in New York City. Which is why it freaks me out)

Poem: Final Moments

When will they come Lord?

My final moments.

WIll they peaceful?

At the end of a long life?

Will they come early in my school?

That would not be cool.

Will they come in a fight for freedom?

WIll they come by accident?

When they do come...

Will I be ready or will I not.

When they come, will I face them meekly...

and weakly or bravely?

In the end whose side will I be part of...

the darkness or the light?

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: I Watch and Listen.

I watch and listen.

I watch the trees sway in the wind.

I listen to the rustling leaves.

I watch and listen.

I watch the birds fly through the ethereal tree limbs.

I listen to their melodous sound.

I watch and listen.

I watch the stream bubble by.

I listen to the rushing and gurgling sound.

I watch and listen.

I watch the salmon swim mightily against the current.

I listen to the splashes of their valiant sturggle.

I watch and listen.

I watch the dear graze nearby.

I listen to the popping twigs.

I watch the moon so full in the sky above.

I feel the dirt between my toes.

I listen to the sounds of nature.

(What can I say a week in the woods is relaxing.)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Death of a Tyrant

I watch as he walks in.

Not even looking at any of the men.

I cannot stand him anymore.

I hate him to his very core.

I can stand his tyranny no more.

I draw my blade and notice how the light reflects.

I know he believes us all rejects.

I know the others follow my lead and they take heed.

I slash my dear Tyrant friend.

Soon the day is at an end.

I hope at the end of everything we will mend...

Our sin.

(We're doing independent and group projects for Julius Ceaser in school. This is my independent project. The group project is Survivor:Ceaser addition.)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Walk the Halls

I walk the halls.

I see all the people laughing and talking.

I watch them, not knowing the horrors to come.

I walk the halls.

I head into study hall sleepily.

I do not realize the horrors yet to come.

I walk the halls.

I listen bored.

I hear gunshots, now knowing horror.

I walk the halls.

I run for a place to hide.

I see the person beside me go down, blood flowing freely from his head.

I walk the halls.

I hide in a janitor's closet waiting until the horror ends.

I no longer hear gunshots and believe the horror is over, but it is only begining.

I walk the halls.

I see so many of my friends and my tormentors dead.

I hear the cries of the wounded.

I walk the halls.

I cry at the sight of them bathed in blood.

I vow to myself," never again."

I walk the halls.

I never saw the killer's face but I know it was my friend.

I walk numbly into my parents' scared yet loving embrace.

I walk the halls.

I'm in the halll at home and turn on the television.

I see the news report on the shooting and see my friend's face, he is the shooter.

I walk the halls.

I know that no one could take his place.

I know whenever I shut my eyes I'll see his face and fear it.

I walk the halls one last time.

I hear my name and head up to the podium.

I recieve my diploma with a tear and no cheer.

I will walk the halls no more.

I sit back down and glance toward the special section.

I know the section is was for those who died before they could graduate.

I walk down the halls one last time and leave the school.

I glance back with a tear in my eye.

I cry for one last time.

I walk the halls no longer.

I have not cried about it since.

I may now because it is time for my high school reunion.

(Author's note: This is based on a nightmare I had that I remember every detail of that I put into poem form. I'd like to dedicate this poem to Rachel Scott and every other person who has died or been injured in and act of school violence. I hope everyone who reads this is inspired to stop school violence forever.)

ordos45 · March 16, 2002

Poem: Children of Someone