Ren's Poems

[winterlovesong]

*totally unoriginal*

I write poetry.

A lot. ^^;;;

However, most of it ends up depressing, so I don't post a whole lot of it (only on one site, a little place called Elitref), but I just wrote a poem the other day in science class and a lot of people thought it was really good...it gave Sage shivers xD (I saw it happen, don't try to deny it >>)

People have told me I should become a poet as a profession, and I've considered it...but I'll deal with my mediocre poems for now.

These Wings
In my hand, a mighty lance,
A tool for a tomorrow;
I dare not even risk a glance
Or be hit by one fell arrow.
I may not have another chance
To walk a road so narrow.
My heart heavy, I leave this dance,
Never free as a sparrow.
Sing a lullaby, one simple cadence,
To soothe on soon-day's morrow;
For though these wings are tinged with romance,
Are moreso filled with sorrow.

I thought long and hard about this poem, actually, plotting it days beforehand, and when it actually came to writing it, it was quite easy. So, it's not just a bunch of gibberish, but like many poems, has a thousand or so meanings woven within the tight verse, hidden beneath the simple phrases and masked by the elegant words. There's a million and one ways to decipher poetry, so decipher it how you will.

I'll post more when I get to more.

--Ren

[winterlovesong]

A Poem About Sanity (Or Lack Thereof)
What to do, what to do.
I'm hardly well enough to take care of you.
I know not how to respond
To this development, this spawn,
That eats at your generosity,
And mangles all your sanity.
Sanity is a relative thing.
A reality that's the newest fling.
It's hard to favor being well
When well can favor what you cannot tell;
Yet when all's well that ends well,
Well is gone, there is nothing to tell.
And ending well is what we wish
More than true love's first kiss,
More than our favorite dish,
More than never straying amiss.
And endings will be endings.
Only beginnings will have lendings
And step towards where? Insanity;
A world not tainted by valor and vanity,
A world where it is what you create it to be,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing you can see.
Untouchable, improbable;
Why, it's the greatest force of all!
Madness will be madness,
And I am inclined to protest
Against those who utter “madness”
As a curse that must be vanquished.
Lock yourself behind barriers of mind.
Come now, cages aren’t so hard to find;
Surely you must stow one away,
Out of sight, so long belayed?
Longing to be used, I’m sure,
As a sort of imperceptible cure.
Or perhaps your condition will get a little worse.
No, not a little, and not in tiny spurts,
A lot worse at once, there’s no denying that;
Yet it’s better than seeking help, for that could lead to attack.
Pay no mind to your fear,
For, as they say, “We are all mad here.”
Yet live not alone in your mental state.
No, bring fire to the cage’s gate,
Bring bloodstained dolls of something passed,
Bring cold metal tools built to last.
Bring a lover’s passion and fuel to ignite it;
Bring a hater’s defiance and ice to spite it.
Bring your guilt from the life you’ll pass,
Your hopes, your dreams, your luckless romance.
And say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
With a wild look in your eye.
Never turn back, my dear, my dear;
What life was this? No, leer,
Leer at the past and hide yourself away,
In your little realm of chaos and lack of harmony.
No one will bother you here, you see;
Only yourself shall torture thee.
Now lock the door - that’s it! - good and tight;
Secure the cage, flip off the light.
You’re one step closer to losing your will,
Losing yourself in a mental chill.
That’s what you want, now isn’t it, love?
To remember what gave you such a shove,
To recall the horror long since passed,
The aching remembrance of romance,
To tear deep into your mind at night.
Why, it is always night, isn’t that right,
Here in this little cage you’ve found?
No one else should be around.
But everything is as you want it to be;
Figments of imagination, following only thee.
You may kill them off, if you wish.
You may give them each a little kiss.
I daresay in life it’s you they won’t miss;
So leave life behind, leave its ugly fist.
You may not want to leave to the realm of the dead,
So take another direction instead;
Cause yourself pain, and in a sort of living-to-be,
Cast off your would-be sanity.
Oh no, my dear, my dear, my love,
No longer take heed from powers above.
Create a world that is all yours;
Dark, I’ll admit, but nothing is sure.
Perhaps there is blood here and there;
Tears will be certain, as certain life’s unfair.
Don’t be afraid of the hurt, of the pain;
The insane are often lame.
Forever dance on in your mind,
A dance of horrid things in time,
A dance of pain, of fire, of death,
And of you avoiding it in a way that’s best.
Dance with me, dance with me,
To the irregular heart of thee.
Dance with me, dance with me,
To the music of insanity.

[tyty55]

Wow. Your poetry is wonderful.

[winterlovesong]

Dec 7, 2008 0:19:25 GMT -4 @tyty55 said:

Wow. Your poetry is wonderful.

Thanks, I try...xD

[winterlovesong]

Hey, guys, I'm writing a song and I've got about 2/3 of it done, I'm going to post it up and see what you guys think of the lyrics. *already has the tune in mind*

Nighttime Star
Morning sun
A morning star
Too bright for my eyes.

My blinds, they shun
Light's every shard
Still, light seeps inside.

And the sun meets my bedside table
And the notebook full of words
Of letters, songs, and fairytales,
Things you've never heard.
And I wish for night.

Because
You are my nighttime star,
I will forever wish upon you.
But oh, you're so cold and far,
Yet, you watch over me.

Finally,
I start to sigh,
And open my eyes, too.

It's killing me
From inside -
Another day without you.

And the light meets my wary eyes
Which then avert its fiery glow
To that notebook full of words
Of things I cannot show,
And I wish for night.

Because
You are my nighttime star,
I will forever wish upon you.
But oh, you're so cold and far,
Yet you watch over me...