Poetry

[George the Scribe]

Yeeees, my messages from God are better and make more sense...

[Anthor]

Ode to Terabithia

When I first met her, I knew we’d be friends,
I loved her and she loved me, until the end.
On that dark fateful day, the river ran strong,
The rope, it broke, and then she was gone.
She taught me how to believe in dreams,
Her words flowed through my reality stream,
And when we went to our own secret place,
I’d see fantastic sights, and a smile on her face.
I go back to our sanctuary, every now and then,
Close my eyes, hear her voice, together again.

ShadowLight - Poetry by Anthor

[Keiichi]

I was born in
a land of broken dreams

I was born
to whiskey vapors and stale beer

Cigarette smoke twisting
in a tin-can not fit for cats

I was born
to a place where the only lullabies sung
were the arguements and screaming
the shatter or plates and promises
dances of violence and pain

I was born
to a rebel of a father
who instilled fear in others
a coward with a attitude

I was born to a mother
who was battered and worn
she always cared for her children
but could never escape the pain

I live in a world
where the dark grays and blacks
Enslave the mind, dull the senses

I live in a world
where the rich get richer
their building great towers
while we scrape to survive

I live in a world
where sadness means imprisonment
a hospital with white brick walls
cheery little nurses making claims against self-harm

I live in a world
of betrayal and hate
where you either fight for what you get
or die trying
where conformity and rank
replace freedom and individuality.

I was born to a world of nightmares,
I live in a world of conflict,
but I will die knowing love and peace.


(RIP Viktor.)

[Anthor]

Though the Rain Falls

Walking through the rain, can’t explain,
It falls, hitting hard and strong,
Joining tears, that flow down,
Riding the curve, her cheek,
Dripping onto her pale shirt.
My hand moves, in spiritual slo-mo,
A century passes, and finally,
Touches her sad face, flooding,
This world with, the maddening sorrow,
Of another reality. Soul children,
Stricken by torrent, can’t quite,
Hold their heads above water.
Forgotten time passes, no one,
Can move anymore. Telltale
Signs of midborn existentialism
Her eyes rise, blue, wet,
How many? She said,
Nineteen, all gone. It can’t be,
Yes, nothing we can do.
They’re all gone.
As the flood ends, the rain,
Returns. Upward it travels,
Taking with it, all that came before.
Her eyes, return too, and thus
I fall. Touching no more. Hand
Disappears, atomically by written,
Plan. Though I never had a chance.

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[snico]

Darkness, darkness, all around
Inching closer, hear the sound
Closing in my corner shaking
Close my eyes while waking
Curled up in my little space
In the darkness where’s my place
Waiting for the light that’s gone
Faintly I can hear the song
Feel the coldness creeping in
Swimming in my shameless sin
How can I ever break this fall
While I’m waiting for the cal

[Johnny Hobo]

The place where reality and make-believe
the mind is a mesh, the heart is a sieve
Look towards the realm of no hope
go down the gently easing slope
 
Into the heart of the brazen hills
hoping beyond all odds that we've swallowed enough pills
Onto the table of sharks and knights
we've seen it all, we can share the sights

Through darkening bog and looming marsh
the air has never seemed so harsh
Into the lap of the Flower Queen
so much the folks back home have never seen

Her hair are morning-glories and her breath sweet honey
gown woven dew and silver glass, such things could never be bought with money
Lips are pressed, jeweled eyes are set
To kiss, to charm, to woo I'd bet

Even through all mirrors and smoke
I'm just as sturdy as an oak
So if you can, if you may
Can you see what I say?

What has eight hands but needn't a watch
that needs to be kicked up a notch?
Which has green eyes and snarled teeth
and a shining dagger in its sheath?