Something different

I don't pretend to be any good at this style of poetry, but I made an attempt. Unfortunately, I don't think this one has any redeeming qualities. But what would you say to Death, given the chance? Don't cop out on me and say you could never understand a cosmic presence blah blah. Talk to it. Also, let me note that nothing is edited here because this is my drawing board. Final products are rarely posted, therefor I welcome ideas and changes if they are offered. Thanks for reading.

A chat with Death

I dreamed a little dream
strange and awkward though it seemed
I found my eyes grown heavy
not quite sleep. perhaps not ready
Death it felt embraced my face
left me helpless at gates of lace
the faceless beauty came to me then
offered me more than any could comprehend
away with me she did demand
tugged upon my arm, and beckoned to a land
born of the lost; dreams dreamed but soon forgot

once there she shed her veil
proclaiming the secrecy reserved for hell
are we not there now I dared questioned
snickered with a smirk, Death gave inclination
delivered from fate I bring you grace
and it seems all you do is stutter and pace
rambling on, here voice grave song to imply
my care I bring with gift and all you do is defy!

No great mistress, I now professed
sought you always my soul confessed
from moment of birth, I felt your hand
lightly gripping my failing strand
cords grew thin and others snapped
but for my own it wound, left me trapped
forced into a world lacking in joy
told to grow up, stop being a boy
struggle against hopelessness, pretend it unreal
create love, or fall victim to the lonely we feel

-- stop there she at once commanded
no more drivel, nor whining, time is at hand
look about you now, see where we are
this you should fear, but think me your star
and around me rose pillars veined and of ice
resting within were those like me; forsaken mice
nothing to live? Death now smirked for certain
Then join these here, they without vice nor virtue
They without care for life, nor Me, like you
they craved to be nothing, free of fate and all thats true
and so I, Death, loving mistress, did oblige
Dashed them from my list, and turned my ever watching eye
but without me to cradle their heads in worry
time stopped, their hearts dropped with no need to scurry
No need to run; they forgot how to walk
Regressed and fell; soon no need for talk
Now behold them here, they're crystalline tears
and faces of cold, emotions stolen of fears

--Now my turn to act so bold,
No, Madam! I began to yell, your fickle stories
scares me not. if you think this benevolence: i send sorry's
for you great being, watcher and taker
Do you not see? Life is your maker
It is we who give you purpose, we who give you name
how can you be so ignorant, to bring your masters shame?

Yeah, I don't know where it goes from there.
jsn

People that like to make themselves unhappy make me unhappy. Hohoho.


Caught in webbing
sewn of your own
dreading

deny the thought
say you earned whats
wrought

shining knight; who
you?
two miseries: too true

screaming stand up;
you turn away and sit
playing the game
you made us commit.

No title. I just read some "poetry tips" from some ridiculous website and the suggestion is that untitled poems are lazy, to which I reply, pass the chips and shut up, i'm watching tv. And with that, I'm out of sappy stuff to post. It was an old phase. Contrast it to the newer which is far more uh..enchanting, I hope.

What's with the theme of dream?

Must be from all my discontent with life. (that's a joke)

I dreamt of tea with Marlowe and Faust,
Pondering weary, locked in that house
with rats in walls, and a creeper in halls
where a wardrobe led me to a snowy scene
when i said without sorrow,
if this be dream let me not rise
tomorrow.

So, catch all the references? Only one is obscure, of course. The others are pretty obvious. I guess that one is kind of emo too isn't it? Nah, not really. What can I say? My imagination just needs the stimulation of living out fantasy.

A few not so emos =p

These are a few I actually have quite the liking for. Granted, like everything else posted here they are just rough. No real changes have been made yet. I'm not long winded, here they are:

My ode to Lady Mary.

So I stood before dear Mary,
princess disowned
Her tears stained red,
compelling, I said
Great pity have I for you,
yet it does not excuse all the things
you shall do.


Oh, oh I like this one. I always feel ridiculous writing about romance, this is no exception.

At first glance I watched you watching.
Passing words and nothing more.
Time goes by,
The world it changes,
Hearts fade to gray
Thoughts forget.

A new meeting, of already known names.
How did the world change for you, I wonder?
We owe it all to you,
She who set the mood,
a night pursued,
Where our thoughts falter,
You try to run, to push, to get away
But I beg.
I plead,
Say it's all wrong.
For you to leave.

Thinking my passion none
Did it occur, the feeling you had
need not reason for feeling?
How? Why? What brought us
thrice?

The time when we would get it right.
We almost did part
but the look on your face
made me rethink
I can't go yet.
Then your arms found my neck.

And just one final little prose before I go. I don't consider this one finished. Maybe you know what I should do to it? Speak up.

Before I knew the dreaming was what it is; when I was small, even beyond the reach of the naive, I went there.
The great land of all things, both lost and found. A hide away; an unknowing escape.
I used to dream I was falling, always from high.
I would drop, and when I landed I found myself flung ever higher yet,
just to fall again.
Why, we might ask, do I remember such a thing? What significance could this have had?
It was the moment the dreaming became real to me. The moment I seized creation and feed and bound them to my being! This keppan would not break.
I had come to the understanding that it was not I at the mercy of the dreaming, but it the companion I would need.
It whispered in my ear and all was mine.
I used to dream I was falling,
So I learned how to fly.

/quit

Everyone gets hit by the emo stick

Once in a while anyway. Not particularly proud of any of these works. I think most of them have a single line that has meaning or a particular choice of words I find attractive, otherwise they are trash. Enjoy the laughs!

Before;
you looked away
at that child
you go on.

Then;
you fell
accidental seduction
you go on.

Now;
you are ever close
forever far
you go on.

Never really finished that one. Kind of...too ambiguous for it's own good, yes?

Dream Dictionary

A dream dictionary I will define
and in it each scene
meticulously outlined
everyone can see
what happens to you
hey, even to me
in this dream dictionary
I could never fit upon all the lines

Cute huh?


Stand Down

An order not given,
god save the queen,
i, lone soldier have already seen

the tyrant beneath her veil
medusa put to shame
stoned i evade

i, lone soldier
keeper of the void
a darkness that could be destroyed

this gap would be filled at last
if only I
lone soldier,
would stand down in task.

Ever feel like you hold on to grief for an extended period of time that just ends up making you miserable and was pointless in the end? But for some reason you just won't let that shit go. I tried to liken it to a lone warrior, all of his companions fallen, the mission is failed, no way to succeed. But it is his duty to remain, or so he thinks. Regardless of what it brings. I told you they were emo. =)

And just one more, if I may? Haha, did ANYONE make it this far?

No explanation on this one. Make your own.

alas, what have you done?
leave me to the past.
ever the one you walked away from
can you not see the mistake?
intricate young girl, I want to know.
allowed to speak, how differently would this story be told?

So there you have it, a bit of insight into sadness from my point of view. Don't take it the wrong way, I'm not particularly mopey. I far prefer to write of the enchanting, and imaginative. I'll save those for other days though. Even I don't like everything I write, how could I possibly expect you to? Enjoy.
jsn

Who are you?!

My name's Jason. This is my story.

Uh, your marios?

I'm sure my life has been shaped by many critical moments in the past, and while I can't pinpoint all of them, they are all equally important, I'm sure. But this one event is different. It involved my Mario's (original Super Mario Bros actually) So my friend is the proud new owner of a Wii, and the crew (I use the term loosely, more on that in the future) is having a blast playing games we haven't seen since we were Eight.

That's when I decide to play Super Mario Bros. Now, you should know up front that I'm infuriatingly good at video games because I spent the majority of my childhood with them as my only friend (aw sad, right?) So I jump right back in to the swing of things, and before I know it I'm staring down world 8-3 again. (this is the level that always gave me trouble as a child. I don't know why though! Fucking hammer brothers.) I've built up a nice Mario reserve in case this is going to take a few tries (11 lives, to be precise.) That's when the realization sets in that I might just beat this game finally. Yeah sad story but true, 25 years old and I've never been able to finish Mario 1. But tonight is the night. I'm going all the way. But first I need to go to the bathroom. No biggie right? I'll pause and be right back. I handle my business and return to the living room...

just in time to see my "friend" (lol) jumping my last Mario right off a ledge into the center of a pit. No, I'm serious. Just killing my fucking marios like it's the funniest shit they've ever seen. Really? I have to admit, the moment I realize what's going on I'm utterly flabbergasted. I don't even know how to respond! Seriously, who does this?! Who sits down and decides haha it'll be funny to screw this person over? Well, I guess I answer that for myself. So down to a single Mario, I try and carry on. I actually make it to 8-4. Then it happens, game over.

I'm not particularly mad, because I'm still dumbfounded at what just went down! Needless to say, to this day I have not played Mario again, and I just don't think I can. Sad times, right? That's where the name comes from. Stop killing them, seriously.

Brief intro right? Good. I'm a pretty odd person, but by all means, let me show you the world through my eyes. It might be entertaining for you.