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Post by Maeve Oren » Wed March 07 07 ; 5 42 pm

I Love to write and poetry is my release. Most of them may seem depressing, but there is always a hidden joy in even the darkest depths. I use a variant of poetic styles, mostly free verse, but I do write a Sonnet now and again. Constructive criticism is welcome. Well, here goes the first one, hope you guys like it. :)

[align=center]Sanity vs Madness[/align]

Sanity is fleeting
madness everlasting
running through your mind
circling, ever wary
fangs bared for attack
running, stopping, turning
biting, slashing, rending
the violence of your mind
reeling into the dark
losing it to oblivion
nothing left but pain
not of flesh
send it away unwanted
send it to hell
fighting for a foothold
again they clash
their bodies twining
twisting mutilation
falling and falling
then hurting, then tears
no more but darkness
sweet, sweet darkness
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Post by Hypo Luxa » Fri March 09 07 ; 11 49 am

Wow, that s really good! I like it.
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Post by Maeve Oren » Tue March 13 07 ; 5 05 pm

Thank you very much. I must admit to being nervous about posting my work. As it is stated at the beginning of this forum, an artist's work is like an extension of one's self. This is most true for my poetry. I often use it as an outlet for my emotions. Well, enough yapping, here's the next one.


[align=center]Nightmare Disintegrated[/align]

As I was walking in dead of night
I heard hoofbeats to my right
I turned and saw a scary sight
a ghostly horseman that gave me fright

I twisted my path in the dark
figuring then he would lose his mark
I prayed for song from the lark
no bird sang the land remained stark

He chased me into the trees
I could feel a weakness in my knees
I had to run as if from bees
I begged myself to hold out please

Weary to my innermost core
my legs were stiff and getting sore
I knew then I could run no more
I had used the last of my energy's store

The drumming beats suddenly stopped
it could have been that my heart popped
the rider from his horse he plopped
and his brow with a kerchief mopped

He approached at a moderate pace
and my heart began to race
somehow it all felt out of place
the time it slowed and so did space

As I felt his icy breath overtake
my body began to shiver and shake
then it was hot and I felt I would bake
closer he came but I began to wake

Funny how scary it all seems
how nightmares come from pleasant dreams
how when we laugh it can turn to screams
all fear brought down with a few light beams

Bright sunlight wash away our fears
let the little ones cry no more tears
and though the sun our skin it sears
let its warmth be welcome through all the years
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Post by Maeve Oren » Thu March 22 07 ; 1 56 pm

This time without an introduction......


[align=center]The World I See[/align]

I don't understand the world I see
And that world doesn't understand me
The pointless people leading pointless lives
All these scenes reach my eyes
The coy look a girl gives a guy
Just once I would like to know why
I sit in the background's darkened aisle
Watching the others walk the long mile
The one that stumbles to the side
Is the one that will hide
I look upon their chaotic ways
With boredom, displeasure, and disdain
I hate their insignificant babble
Hair, clothes, and all the rabble
They all refuse my company
The only reason I can see
Is that they don't understand me
I will continue my sacred vigil
And search for a holy sigil
Perhaps someday I'll know why they are
The way they always are
I don't understand the world I see
That world will never understand me
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