Mah Poetry xD

[alonaria]

Obliterated


Broken up
torn apart
soul is being fed
to the shadows

Limb by limb
Scrath by scratch
poison delving
into my heart

The acid
your words
seeping into my life

I'm dying
I'm losing myself
My being
is dissipating

Your words are knives
boring thoughts
scratching memories
into my mind

I scream for mercy
but you venom
to me
is everlasting

You
Me
Your words
I'm obliterated



Why Did I Even Try?


Why did I even try
when I knew
it would end like this

All we had
spiraling into that
which embodies chaos

Sour tears shed
bitter words exchanged
and sweetness cast away

Oblivion consumes our souls
hearts
minds

And life
as we lived it
is succumbed to death



Broken


Stinging tears.
You should've turned back.
Heart cracking.
Why didn't you turn around?
Choppy breaths.
I thought you loved me.
Chaotic thoughts.
You weren't there.
Overwhelming despair.
You just left me.
I'm falling.
No words to describe.
Future collapsing.
How did this happen?

I'm lying on the floor.
My arms are wrapped around my knees.
The abyss
is consuming me.
My heart has shattered.
My soul demolished
Nothing is left.
Only nothing exists.
And nothing is nonexistant.
So there is only emptiness
where my being should be.
My eyes are closing.
Grief is deadly
to me
because
a world without you
isn't a world at all
to me
It is a custom made
hell on earth
for my nonexistant self

[Hall of Famer]

I remember you showed me parts of your poetry in our VM convo, I'd say really nice job for a 13 year old. You will get even better with time, maybe become a poet or literature teacher someday.

[alonaria]

Heh heh, thank you. xD I enjoy poetry, but at the moment I don't have any plans to have a profession in literature.

[Kaeliah]

That's kind of how I am. I love writing poetry and short stories, yet next year I'll be going to college to be a math teacher. Funny how that happens. ^.^

[Hall of Famer]

Sounds interesting, you should post yours too Kaeliah. XD

[alonaria]

Oyush. xD Kae must post her poemssss.

[Hall of Famer]

Yeah, I second that.

[JShortstreet]

Wide the river runs, muddy and slow down its lazy road,
Boats on the water with sails like white specks to eyes on the bank,
People on one side a dim blur to the other, almost a sea, not a river.
On each bank grows a tree, two living towers, birds in their branches,
Flowers on their limbs, the river in between with all its languid girth;
So distant those trees that the birds in the one
Chirp a different language than the birds in the other
And a child could climb one without ever knowing
The other was there.
Beneath
In the soil
Hidden from the sun
Roots of one tree pass beneath the waters
Under the leaves and the worms and the soil,
Fish swim and boats cruise over the roots, paying no attention,
The waters of the river flow along murkily, not knowing nor caring
That the roots pass underneath, all the way across, and from those roots
Like Athena from Jove's brow, up from the soil and into the light
Emerges the mighty living trunk
Of the other tree,
With the barbarian birds,
And the foreign flowers,
And its own oblivious child,
And the child and the flowers and the birds and the river,
The fish and the boats and the mud and the sky,
None of them know what happens underground,
Only the trees
Themselves.

[JShortstreet]

Resonance

A crystal, split in two, sings harmony each half with each.
A note upon the one, by silver hammer fairy-struck,
Evokes the chord its sundered twin sings, too
And both sweet mineral voices lift in tune
In one place, their distance charmed to none.
Are we a pair of stones? What chisel split us, then,
That sundered not just miles but also years,
And made you part of me before you were?

A dolphin's water song is more than sound.
It reaches soulwise half around the world
To kiss the ears and heart of her lost twin
Who answers with a cry of painful joy,
Recognizing one he never knew, and always.
What voice, more heart than throat, has borne me up
And made me see the light again, who plumbed
The melancholy comfort of the sea's dark vault?

A particle once sundered from its mate
By subatomic edicts of divorce
Thumbs its nose at Albert and ignores
The distances between them, always knowing
The dance-steps faster than the speed of light.
Is this the link we share, a gluon of the soul
Binding the heart’s nucleus together
In defiance of the atomizing force
Of space and time
Through music and rhyme
Weaving song and poem in a 4D tapestry
Binding then and later into now?

[JShortstreet]

The Tree of Me

Were I a tree, what tree would I be?
Scrub pine, redwood, Joshua tree?
Scrawny mesquite with dagger-long thorns?
Yggdrasil world tree watered by norns?
Dragon tree, maybe, home to my guide,
Juniper tree where the bird-boy died,
Tree of the Hesperides (dragon there, too!),
Long-lived, friendly big bamboo,
Birthplace of man in the Philippine tale,
Or the parable’s willow that bows to the gale,
But perhaps I am none of these; something unique
With fruit-heavy limbs hanging over a creek
May describe me best – it’s a heady wine
I offer the birds on which to dine
And drunk on my spirits they sing and dance
And follow the oracle, choice or chance
To distant lands, where the seeds go plop!
Beside distant creeks into fertile slop
And they sprout from the mud in novel forms
None like the others, outside the norms,
Each one displaying a type of me
That isn’t displayed in this old tree.
For here is the truth that every tree knows:
The bends of the branches as they grow
Fix us fast to the choices made,
This-not-that, a song that’s played
Instead of another: but in the heart
Are all the infinite ways of art
And the roots go down to the planet’s core
While the limbs stretch millions of miles and more
And I can’t be named as just one tree
But only as every tree that could be.