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Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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One, thank you for your enthusiasm to read it, as always.
Two, yes I am :D

One, thank you for your enthusiasm to read it, as always.
Two, yes I am :D

ah good to hear :3

accusing

at the high of night
the church bells drowning out speech
blood is spilled, none see

there were five of them
and yet with each questioning
we got no further

by morning one fled
leaving no trace for tracking
then there were just four

but no, there were three
the body was a charred mass
we could not see clues

the killer was one
one who was after the rest
they all knew something

before one more left
we got to work, questioning
and here came the first

the first was a servant
perhaps he had a reason
did he have a grudge

shopkeeper was next
just outside the scene of death
he had all the tools

then there was her love
the same age as her, but why
if he loved her, why

all of them were watched
nothing was strange, however
we were stumped at it

a young adult slain
in the holiest of places
who was her killer

a new day arrived
but there were only two left
the lover was gone

tracked to her body
there he was, his spirit gone
so he had fallen

there were only two
the lovers were both dead, why
who killed both of them

it did not occur
that it was not a murder
but a promise held

lovers who needed
to be together through death
we never saw that

instead something else
the servant was turned to, accused
thrown into prison

executed, unheard
but with that, the case was gone
someone was to blame

and of course, the blame
went to the person who could
do nothing on it

it was known that a
servant, angry, jealous, uncaring
had slain the lovers

but in truth, the truth
was far different from that
it will never reach the light.

the crow flies

Mae'r frân yn hedfan
ar draws yr awyr

the crow flies
across the sky

yn fy llygaid
gofynnaf i'r ysbïwyr

in my eyes
i ask the spies

a welsoch chi'r frân honno
hedfan, diofal, yn gwisgo dim byd ond ei enaid

did you see that crow
flying, careless, wearing nothing but his soul

dywed yr ysbïwyr wrthyf
dim byd, dim byd o gwbl

the spies tell me
nothing, nothing at all

cadwch eich pen yn isel
peidiwch â bod yn araf

keep your head low
don’t be slow

mae gwaed o'n cwmpas
nid yw'n ffwdan

blood is all around us
it’s not a fuss

cadwch eich pen yn isel
nhawel

keep your head low
still

Mae'r frân yn hedfan
ar draws yr awyr

the crows fly
across the sky

yr ysbïwyr yn dawel
ac yna y gwledd brain.

the spies are silent
and the crows feast.

i wrote another voidy themed thing
actually kind of like it and now have an urge to share it with people???

though it had no eyes
it stared back at me
the never-ending
bottomless
pit
of the void.

i talked to it,
asked it how it was
and though i never got a response
it was nice to have some company

it didn’t mind me being there,
i don’t think
i didn’t mind being there either

one day, i told it,
“i long to join your kind.”

i don’t know why
i expected
a response.
it had no mouth,
no ears, to hear with,
no eyes, to see that i was there.
could it even feel me there?

and when i was greeted with silence
i silently got up
and left
the void.

for a long time,
i didn’t visit it.
“if it wants me back, it’ll call me back,”
i told myself.

finally,
i had to face the truth.
it was not alive.
it had no eyes to see me standing there,
no ears to hear me sit down,
no nose to smell the lunch i made for the both of us,
and no sense of touch to feel my fingers gently brushing against its opening.

and then,
i knew.
i could not enter.
living objects were forbidden
in the void.
and i
was living.

-Needs
-Jacen Wardwell

You say you need me,
but I need to breath.

You say you want me,
But I cannot see.

I am drowning
lost
unable to be.

You say you need me,
but what do I need?
To stay with you?
To make myself suffer?

You may not see it,
but you I cannot be with.

I need to breath,
to be alone.
I need to see,
to finally go home.

Please
My love,
let me be.
I just wish that I
could finally be free.

-Nature
-Jacen Wardwell

Time
It passes.
Unstopped.
Unyielding.

Wind
It rushes.
Unantaible.
Unreliable.

Earth
It rests.
Forever still.
Forever silent.

Water
It surges.
Unpredictable
Underestimated.

Fire
It burns.
Forever growing.
Forever eating.

Nature
It's wild.
It's free.
It is in control.

_{(Firstly, yes, to a lot of you, I haven't been replying to this nor roleplays. The main reason for that is that I've just been getting a lot of writer's block and having mental instability. For better or worse reasons, this may be the last poem I leave with for until I make a good/full recovery. Anyways, enough about me. Here's a 'conversation poem' that's been in the works for some time.)}

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Report Number 77

"Officer number 77, report to us what you have found on planet H-Trae."

"……"

"Officer number 77?"

"Huh? Ah! Sorry sir. Uhm… as for my years worth of travel to planet H-Trae, I have found many things. I have found organisms living there. They call themselves as 'humans' as although they are outnumbered by what they classify as 'insects', they claim to be the owner of the planet."

"Continue."

"I have been observing, from both afar and up close and personal with a couple of human subjects. They could not pronounce my name so they refer to me as 'friend', which I find… intriguing. Humans are a spectacular species. There are so many of them and they come in all colors, shapes, forms, and sizes! But… I don't like the fact that I learnt from my dark 'friends' that sometimes they are regarded as inferior to 'friends' with lighter skins. I don't think so though. 'Friends' are 'friends'."

"What else have you found?"

"Well… a lot, sir. Humans don't reproduce indefinitely like we do and they haven't learnt of cloning yet so because of this, they still use sexual reproduction. However, humans are more… passionate. Unlike other species we've learnt about and others I have found on H-Trae, humans choose their partners very carefully. I have seen humans walking with each other and saying words that cause shivers to go down my spine. They call it as 'flirting' and 'dating' and I even saw one human bring a bundle of dead red flowers as a gift for another and it's crazy! They refer to this emotion as 'love'. Love is… as far as I've studied, a crazy phenomenon. Sometimes it happens in the blink of an eye, sometimes it takes years to form, and sometimes it just doesn't happen. Love comes in really different shapes. Whereas other species may 'love' to reproduce, that being a male and a female getting together, most humans choose to love who they love, no matter the possibility of creating a new human. It is a beautiful thing, personally, though not every place accepts this occurrence. Love, as I've learnt, has no real border. It is a shared, content, and mutual feeling between two humans, no matter their race, body shape, gender, age, or anything else. It's… absurd, but it's amazing."

"Hm… a nice idea. Now, tell me about the last word you've written in your short report."

"…'fragile'. Humans are fragile. Very… fragile. A lot of us have mistaken humans as being dangerous and violent when in reality, that's only the loud minority. The silent majority of humans are one of the nicest species we've ever known. Humans hold each other's hands gently when one is scared or worried, humans give each other shiny rocks to present their eternal love for one another, a-and humans feel! Humans feel just like we do and I hate the spicy food I had there because of it…"

"…officer 77, you look sad."

"It's because I am… along the way back, I lost a 'friend'. He was a writer, a teacher, and a young man just trying to live his way. He often depicted himself in the stories he write for other humans to read, hoping that some day someone will understand him. I quote from him, 'I'm tired. I'm tired of always trying to be better and competing with standards I know I can't compete and yet every day, every night, I'm wide awake at four in the morning, trying to figure out what's for breakfast tomorrow even though I haven't had a meal today! I'm constantly thinking about tomorrow and yesterday… today is never important. It never was'… I couldn't understand every word he said, but I can see the brokenness in his eyes. They shine the way those condensed carbon gems officer number 76 brought back last week. I learnt that they mean that that human is broken. And I'm not a fixer… I wasn't able to fix him. Just days ago I visited him one last time to say goodbye. I found him hanging on the ceiling fan. He had no pulse. He had no life left in him. In the end, I hope he had no regrets… I found the stories he wrote and I brought them all with me! They aren't perfect but- he tried his best. He wrote so much. In such a short life he wrote stories that even I couldn't even think of writing! He's… gone. But he forever lives on in these stories he wrote…"

"…officer 77, thank you for your time. You may take your leave."

"Thank you sir."

"But remember, it is not wrong to pay tribute to those who have passed. I'm sure your 'friend' would appreciate it."

End of recording.

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_{(Edit : No, this is not goodbye. I refuse to let my damn every decreasing sanity be the death of me. Yes, I will still write, but I will write with little to no interactions. I will bleed stories from between my scars and spread them across this… blank canvas and have myself remember that yeah… I know there are people out there who don't know me but care for me. I'm still here because of you. You know who you are. From the bottom of my broken and shattered heart that you managed to tape together and get it beating again… thank you.)}

honestly im not a poet, I hardly ever write poems compared to other types of writing, but here's the most recent poem I came up with while laying in bed last night.

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my loyalty
is like a silver
string,
attached to my neck,
like a leash.

I let you pull me around,
by the leash labeled
loyalty.

Until you decide
to
let
go.

And leave me
all
alone.

OH MY GOD ALTRINCE THE EMOTIONS
am glad you're choosing to keep on living, your presence is very much appreciated c:

AND AAA THAT LAST ONE IS SO GOOD TOO

yes I enjoyed it very much as well.

Unconditional

At every turn,
I look to see you there.
Always waiting,
Always believing.
I was a fool,
To have believed the things they've said.
When love means something different
To every person that I've met.

Some crave touch, some crave warmth,
some crave care, and some crave gold.
Some crave everything someone has in store.

Some crave loyalty and jewelry,
while some crave music and sympathy.
While I stand here…
Waiting to be loved unconditionally.

I have scars
from past mistakes.
I have grown to love my every hurt
To turn them into burnin' flames.
I've walked
On a path that no one follows.
I have learnt that every war I fight
is for a better tomorrow.

Oh I crave touch, I crave warmth,
I crave care, and I crave gold.
I crave everything I've never had before.

I want loyalty, some jewelry,
I crave lullabies and sympathy,
And I stand here…
Waiting to be loved…

I'll give you touch, I'll give you warmth,
I'll give you care, I'll give you gold.
I'll give you every thing that I have hid before.

I'll give you my best, show you my worst,
I'll give you everything that you deserve.
I'll give you it all…
'Cause love ought to be…
Unconditional.

Unconditional

At every turn,
I look to see you there.
Always waiting,
Always believing.
I was a fool,
To have believed the things they've said.
When love means something different
To every person that I've met.

Some crave touch, some crave warmth,
some crave care, and some crave gold.
Some crave everything someone has in store.

Some crave loyalty and jewelry,
while some crave music and sympathy.
While I stand here…
Waiting to be loved unconditionally.

I have scars
from past mistakes.
I have grown to love my every hurt
To turn them into burnin' flames.
I've walked
On a path that no one follows.
I have learnt that every war I fight
is for a better tomorrow.

Oh I crave touch, I crave warmth,
I crave care, and I crave gold.
I crave everything I've never had before.

I want loyalty, some jewelry,
I crave lullabies and sympathy,
And I stand here…
Waiting to be loved…

I'll give you touch, I'll give you warmth,
I'll give you care, I'll give you gold.
I'll give you every thing that I have hid before.

I'll give you my best, show you my worst,
I'll give you everything that you deserve.
I'll give you it all…
'Cause love ought to be…
Unconditional.

FSHSHHSSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHS ILOVETHIS

I think I wrote something about religious trauma and drowning in desperation…. I'll see if I can hunt it down. It was my first time writing poetry and it was more a vent so it wasnt pretty

So- I found it. But it's really bad.
I really enjoy everyone's poetry here, apologies that it's not equal to those standards. I've never wrote poetry until now

Praying to a God you don't believe
As your body floats to sea
You drown in your own emotion
Your lungs fill with worthless devotion

The water once was wine
But now it pulls you down like vines
Vines of sin, Vines of lies
When the water stills and your body dies
Tell me
What do you see on the other side?

Do you remember my name?
Do you remember my face?
Fogging the mirror
My breath
Or is it yours?
I have no face
I have no name
Only a memory
Shattered like glass
Broken nails and burning hair
Do you remember my face?
Do you remember my name?

i forgot i did a huge poetry assignment for school so now i have a good stock of poems to post. important note: please tell me if I've already posted one/some of them so i don't make a fool of myself. merci.

Giver

Though crooked, broke, and not so beautiful,
The beauty of the pain
That I write along my arms,
They still remind me I am sane.
Though wicked, gone, and not so beautiful,
The memories of the past
They still live with me forever
They still follow my every path.

Wishing on a falling star,
Never knowing near or far.
Wishing upon an empty dream
That still lurks, unchanging.
Between sorrow in disguise,
And happiness that never shows,
I don't know what's scarier.
Maybe overthinking is.

I don't believe, I won't succeed,
I don't understand.
Why tears keep falling my eyes
When I am smiling as I stand?
I don't believe, I don't believe,
The things that they say.
Tear through the mask they wear
And be ready for come what may.

Though damaged far beyond human repair,
I'll soar through northern skies.
With the pencil that I hold,
I'll write until I slowly die.
Through words and quotes, I'll give them all the life
I wish that they could have.
If my own can't be enough,
Their lives will live on instead.

If never crying is the way that I'll be strong,
Then I'll stay forever weak.

Through torn out pages, drafts, and unfinished projects,
There's something that I've learnt.
Hearts will feel what it wants to
And they have control over you.
From fucked up fiction on to loving stories,
Write what your heart desires.
You don't know when is the day
You'll write your last…
So write them.

Give them life, and give them pleasure,
Give them something like a light.
Let them chase after their dreams
The way you're doing all the time.
Give them love and cherish all the times
You've mentally hugged them all.
They may never be alive,
But like this, they will never die.

I translated one of my poetry I wrote a few years ago to English! Translations might be a bit off, sorry. Since some words in other languages don’t have a proper translation in English. This one I think was written as a sort of vent.

“We see you,
Children of the past,
Future,
and now.

thunder thunders on the border
oh how can you not see
lights in the sky
falling on us

fight fight fight
day and night
my friends
we see a world we cannot have

the world is turning against us
refusing to see
to listen
nothing great

in the war
no one wins
we can only hope
losses will be small”

My Why:

Someone else will work the jobs.
Someone else will do the chores.
Someone else will be the boss.
Someone else will clean up the messes.
Someone else will do it.
Someone else.
Someone else.
Someone else.

Nobody else will work the jobs.
Nobody else will do the chores.
Nobody else will be the boss.
Nobody else will clean up the messes.
Nobody else will do it.
Nobody else.
Nobody else.
Nobody else.

So I will.
I will work.
I will lead.
I will clean up the messes.
I will do the chores.
I will do it.
I will do it.
I am that someone else.

I don’t do it for myself.
I don’t do it for money.
I don’t do it for fame.
I don’t do it for recognition.

I do it for you.
I do it for her.
I do it for him.
I do it for my mother.
I do it for my father.
I do it for my brothers.
I do it for my sisters.
I do it for the poor.
I do it for the rich.
For the weak.
For the strong.
For the wise.
For the fool.

I do it out of love.
For my home.
I do it out of determination.
To keep them safe.
I do it out of anger.
That it needs doing.
I do it out of respect.
For those who died doing it.

This job is dark.
This job is cruel.
This job is thankless.
This job is hated.
This job is bloody.

And I do it.

You hate me for doing it.
Yet you hate me for not.
You hate what I do.
Yet when I do not you cry that I must.
You say that I am heartless.
Then berate me for showing it.
You call me monster.
And call the monsters hero.
You hate me for what I am.
And I love you for what you are not.

Spineless, cowards you are.
Loathing me for what I must do.
When you will not do it yourself.
How can you tell me what to do?
If you yourself would never do it?

I made this choice.
That you may never have to.
I do this job.
So you can sit there and complain.
I clean up the messes.
So you can make more.
I lead my friends.
To victory or death.
So you can sleep safely.

You do not fear what is in the dark.
Because I fight the shadows.
You do not go hungry.
Because I give you my share.
You do not shiver to the cold.
Because I burn my body to keep you warm.
You care. *
*Only when I return in that pine wood box.
With stars and stripes on top.
So perhaps I would be better off coming home like that.
Most of my friends do.
So why not join them?

Let this be known to the world.
You are all weak.
You are all cowards.
You are not blind.
You just choose not to see.
Shut your mouths.
Think before you speak.
You know nothing of my job.
Until you actually do it.
Shut up.

I do this *
*Because I know that it needs doing
And nobody else has the spine to do it.
Least of all those who berate us for it.

The Red of Wine

Alas…
It's the hero's turn to die.
Stop pretending to be brave,
You idiotic child.

Alas…
It's that time we've been waiting for.
The time that the hero's thrown out the windows
With us walking through those doors.

I've been waiting to taste
The Red of Wine.
I've been waiting to taste it
For the longest time.
I've been waiting to taste
this bitterness of wine.

I've been waiting too long
for this damn song
to celebrate my
"coming home"
from war…

Where I am the villain
and I was the hero who died.

Alas…
The sun's turn to set.
The moon's shining brightly
Over the horizons I've never met.

Alas…
I am at peace with myself.
That nuisance side of mine is
Finally rotting in hell.

I've been dying to taste
The Red of Wine.
I've been dying to taste it
For the longest time.
I am dying to taste
This bitterness of mine, mine, mine…

I've been waiting too long
To play this song
and celebrate my
"coming home"
from war…

Where I am the villain
who wiped out that piece of mine.

This red of mine.
So bitter and so sweet.
So addicting, but it's hurting me…

This red of mine.
This red of wine.
This red of mine…

Was all from that hero…
Yeah, it's all from that hero…
Was all from that hero… who died.

I’ve let go of the anger
bubbling and building
always in control
it had me In a chokehold
never letting the tears slip
or fist unclench
I was always so angry
Sometimes I feel it
under my skin searing
like second nature
ready to hurt and hate
but that’s not me anymore
I’ve let go of the anger

Bad news doesn't wait for the weekend

You will have plans.
Little chores you've put off for a week, a call with a friend
Maybe that nice long walk your dog deserves.
You'll already have a headache from some paperwork you don't understand,
And good grief, is it time to do laundry again?
You'll have to fit that in somewhere.

That's when the bad news hits.

It comes from the radio or a family member or (heaven forbid) your doctor, striding in like an heir on coronation day-
Saying 'Sweep everything else aside! I am here with my servants, change and grief. Give me a silent vigil and the reverence I demand.'
But you can't.
You still have laundry.