Yar!

Sadly, this post is not pirate related. Just another one I've been working on. A few places are clunky and not...lyrical enough for me. I'm just an elf at heart man. Enjoy!

-jsn

What Else?

The stars still whimper
the stars still whine
weeps that the threads
of our loves would never entwine

I see her still, the purple wreathed
Muse; sweet jasmine crown
upon her dark sewn hair
of brown

For a short time we found
a steep valley, hidden vale; oceans
of great lilies pale that swayed
in the wind, leading to moonlit foray

And it would be no lie to confess
fantasy unfolded in warmth of
a time sewn nest; where all the
world stopped silent in reverence

But winter comes ever creeping,
lilies die, hearts fade, leafless
branches full of weeping;
threads unravel; great distance; lone travel

And so quick the silver valley
fell to shadow; thoughts not thought
feelings not felt - things of failure
sighs of regret

Ages have passed, great kingdoms
fallen. Yggdrasil trembles and
new worlds are dawning. but
something remains in two distant minds

Two stories remember and you only with
mine; you've no choice but to follow
my recollection and wandered meanderings.
an insisting reflection:

It must matter not what tragedy
was wrought -- aftermaths and angry
talks, if you but cherished the
moment before it stopped

Even if regret does follow,
if you but kissed like you meant
it for that moment in time, frenzy
filled touches could never be hollow

So despite what you think
Despite what you say and despite
where you go; however different for
you the story did unfold

For but a moment your whole life
mattered and
Color me confused, but
What else could you possibly be after?

More Plath based fandom

It's okay. Nothing special. I think a few parts need revision. Enjoy.

-jsn

Kiss.


It seems as though our last kiss
- has been our last

I recall so well how the scene did unfold
- a familiar couch if nothing else

Your lips on mine and our arms entwined
- how I still remember the taste of the first time

As I lay in the floor next to your bed, I whispered goodnight
- and I peeked your red crowned face loom down upon me

Oh, how I swiftly surrendered, tilting my head to meet your own
- receiving your lips and offering mine own

There in the dark I felt your blue flames flicker
- and I knew it would follow me till the end of days

I could keep the feeling held utterly close with gripping hands
- Even if you decided it was time to go away

How it seems you've left,
- found another to abuse and mistreat your love

Strange, how our last kiss will always be our last
- and I can't even pretend that I think you know.

Whoa two in one day

I totally posted that other one way late last night, so it totally counts as posted yesterday. I'm on a Sylvia Plath kick. Asked for her unabridged journals for Christmas. Don't ask me if I actually got it or not. Confessional Poetry

Valentines Party

It must have been in second grade,
when Valentines gifts were no longer
mandatory made.
And we all sat in a circle
taking turns handing them out.
Nervous I waited and watched,
card after card went 'round the block.
Stephen got six.
(I remember he told me.)
And Shea got ten.
Preston was four,
and Tiffany seven.
It was Crystal, who actually got eleven!
Then it was done.
(I had already passed out to everyone)
But not a single card came round to me.
And I couldn't quite understand,
Twenty two kids and not one had thought of me.
As a child, I remember it clearly: I went home and cried.
As an adult, it never quite hit me,
just how much I died.

I the ever shivering,
and you my
long sleeved jacket.
yet when it comes
to your love,
I can't help but think
the cold still
wraps about my feet.

Hello hello

What's up? This is me talking to myself. So, no original work of my own today, but I've been really captivated by this (famous) piece by Arthur Rimbaud. That, and I think I have a crush on Ophelia, go figure. I just think it's so melancholic and beautiful. Ethereal, if you will. I hope you like it. It's also so amazing that he wrote his best works at such an incredibly young age (late teens! OMFG) The beauty and genius of some souls must be eternal, despite what lies beyond this world. I think if you like poetry at all, this is someone to greatly admire and you should look at his other works. They are unfortunately (for me anyway) all written in French, a language that I really should learn. I'm just terribad at language acquisition. Of course, they are all just my meager opinions. Have an awesome day. Oh and PS, Dear Asami lurker, I think you will like this one a lot!

-jsn

Ophelia

I

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.

For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia
Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.

The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

II

O pale Ophelia! beautiful as snow!
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river!
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.

It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights;

It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees!

Heaven! Love! Freedom! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl!
You melted to him as snow does to a fire;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye!

III

- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.

Just another day

Had a check with the doctor yesterday and he says the MRI is clear. So he's treating me for cluster headaches now. I swear my dresser is like a pharmacy. It's got everything! Anyway, I really wonder if that's what this is, even though I can attest to having all of the symptoms, it just feels like maybe there is something in my ear actually causing the problem. Oh well, he's the doctor! This one was what Wordsworth would call spontaneous poetry. Try and read it fast.

Hysteria?

Someone much wiser than herself posed a question to a room.
Not me. Not me. Please not me.
I'm a failure. I'm hungry. Where's my car?
Someones sufferingsomeones dead
he's cutehe'snot oh and she's pretty
my nose is so bigwhatswrongwithmylips
in dreams i can never move it's like water
i see it! we are but the scale of a giant beast
an idiot god who will on a whim roll over and crush
all existence as it has so many times before. my head
hurtsand my mouth is so dry. i'mcold but its hot. the pounding
i want to go. go where? it doesnt matter. i just want to leave, She thinks.
nothing matters everything is futile i should be a nun. where's god? and
would he acknowledge me?
She sighs.
In a room full of vacant hands she smirks and offers her own.

Whimsical hate!

That's me! I'm curious if other people find it amusing as I do when whimsical work ends on a dark note. I find it highly entertaining if not delightful, but I'm a different kind of person. Very very simple rhymes, but it's a simple story.

A Faring Well Wish

In a lovers quarrel I intervened
not quite knowing what it would bring.
At first the wonder and flash
blinded me like happiness unabashed.
But soon it became apparent
My role ghostly transparent.
Hearts anew; no time. They flew
back to the old. Me? Stuck in the cold.
Well I wish them both the heaviest hearts.
That they stay embracing; keep their sparks
Let's wish them always remain together
Despite the ever changing weather.
And I wish them stand like stone
every time they feel alone.
Oh and while I'm being nice,
I wish their love the thinnest ice.