KD's Poetry

[Carl]

So, I've decided I'm going to post my poems here when I write new ones. For now, I'll go ahead and post a few really old ones. Keep in mind, I don't write happy poems, it's too hard.
Also, some of them may get pretty dark, so I wanna say, I have not ever considered seriously injuring myself or anyone else. I most certainly have no intentions of killing anyone. So nobody panic, this is just the weird stuff my mind comes up with. Most often I write poetry as a vent, so it tends to be over-dramatic. Feedback is welcome, and appreciated, but please, no bashing. If you don't like them and feel the need to say so, please do so in a civilized and decent manner.

An Evil World, c. 2010: show

Herein, a tale, a tale of love
Herein a tale, of dark hate.
A tale of twisted blood above
And of a venomous trait

The trait of devils and of most evil things
That stirs only in the darkest beings yet exists in us all.
May only those black of heart grow pretty wings,
But as all non-winged things, the rest must to the ground fall.
Within each being, whether made of sugar and spice,
Or of a fiery passion for the naughty need to slice,
Harbors an inner ill will
That tells us only to kill.
What of knights, gallant and brave?
What of those forgotten in their grave?

Well, what of them anyway?
They don't change life today.
If no one remembers in short years
What their frozen heart hears,
What good have you done?
The good you've done is none.

Quite so, the mourners do mourn,
And with flowers my coffin they adorn.
Is it so that I have passed?
For death claims I have trespassed,
And in his domain, his word I'll trust,
For though it seems wrong, I swear I must.

Is it so, with light reflecting from a pool of blood,
Your life is washed away with the unclear mud?
I can't believe you're gone for real
Sorrow this deep no one should feel

Alas I swear we're all meant to kill
I thought I'd never contemplate a crime
However it seems that eventually we will
Cuz it's a circle of death, life is out of time.

In the end you think it matters who was wrong and what is right
But it comes down to the facts in the end you just gotta fight.
This world is paved around death and destruction vengeance is all we know
And in our once pure hearts darkness and evil begin to rapidly grow.

My Silence, 3 May 2012: show

Sorrow-
Embraces me like a blanket.
Reaches inside with cold precision,
Seizing my heart.

어똫게? (how?)
왜? (why?)

Alone-
Darkness claws at me,
And with wicked nails,
Rakes my chest, wounds my soul.

It makes me crazy.
Makes me burn.
Folding over itself as it grows.
Why is there nothing?
Why is there no one?

Whispering darkness clouds my vision,
I can't sleep; insomnia.
Dreams, unbidden flow into my wakeful mind.
How do they come?
Why do they come?

Shiny things dance before me;
Just out of reach.
Dazzle me, catch my fancy;
But remain too far away for me to touch.

I want to feel them, too.
Love, belonging, warmness on my soul.
Tired, so tired;
The night drags on, unable to sleep;
Unable to dream.

Sorrow~
Embraces me like a blanket.
Reaches inside with cold precision,
Seizing my heart.

Misery~
Don't you love company?
Come to me, come to me.

어똫게? (how?)
왜? (why?)

It's not like I have a choice.
It's not like I want to live this way.
It's not that I want to be alone.
I'm unable to communicate.

My vocal cords ripped out.
Unable to sing of the beauties in life.
Unable to tell of adventures.
Unable to relieve myself of my sorrows.
Unable to speak.

Sunshine Is Overrated, 12 June 2012: show

Encroaching darkness, welcomes me with open arms,
Holds me tight; comforting.
Full of all manner of nocturnal charms,
The night feels like home.
Sunshine is overrated.

Splat-plat-plat!
The rain begins to fall;
Cold and soothing, it numbs all.
Heavier and heavier it comes,
Washing away the pain;
Sunshine is overrated.

Space. In the dark of night,
We can see the stars.
What adventures they might hold;
Dreams could come true, were we so bold.
So bold as to venture forth,
Engines blazing. Cold and dark.
Sunshine is overrated.

On a far-off planet,
Or a starship; the crew would all be new.
To meet someone there, a friend on a long journey;
A companion on an endless night…
Or to be alone in space flight…
The wonder would be overpowering.
Loneliness destroyed.
Sunshine is overrated.

In the east, light;
The sun begins to rise;
The stars become invisible;
Fantasies disappear with the darkness.
Life is here. Life is lonely.
Sunshine is overrated.

[Carl]

I was going to post this in the "What are you thinking?" thread, but once it was typed up, I felt it was better placed here. So have this, my latest work. It's sort of a poem.

Untitled, 31 October 2012

What is happiness? An emotion; a feeling; a thought? I found happiness does not come from within- rather, it comes from others. Does it matter if my actions caused the happiness of another? I find it does not. Does it matter if I am the most important being to another? I find it does not. What matters is simply that my person is happy. When that condition is reached, I too, am happy. Nothing else is relevant. Even if I am a lesser acquaintance, or merely a friend. My happiness comes from others; and that is why I am depressed when I am alone. For it is only a natural assumption, then, that if there are no others around, no happiness will come to me. For now, I am content.

[Kitva Hyperlink]

Can you write on-topic poetry?

[Carl]

I have never tried to write on-topic poetry. For me, poetry is an expression of the self, therefore, I think if I were to try and write TLK related poetry it would be sub-par. I feel like it would be an embarrassment to me, and an embarrassment to The Lion King. All of my poems come from a place in my soul that is heavily influenced by my emotions at the time of writing them and have a meaning that is relevant to my situation at the time. I just don't think I could capture the essence of my poems if they related to something separate from myself, no matter how much I like TLK I just don't think I could turn out anything good if I had a specific story in mind, so I have never tried. If that makes sense.

[Kitva Hyperlink]

My poem's come from the mind, and what a feel or what my opinion on something is.

[Azdgari]

I like a lot of what you're doing! 'Sunshine is Overrated' is a really strong poem. I like the repetition and the sparsity. The last stanza in particular stands out to me... "Fantasies disappear with the darkness / Life is here. Life is lonely." That's great stuff.

I almost feel like there are two poems, though. The last three stanzas have this very cool thing with exploring sunlight from this cosmic angle, what with space, far off planets, spaceships, etc. And then it brings it home to earth, with that great, great line about life being lonely. The first two stanzas seem like they don't fit with that more specific theme. Like, I get the idea, but I feel like the poem has more strength focusing on that big idea of sunlight in the cosmic sense rather than in the basic context of rain or night time. Just my thoughts, though.

I'd love to read more! Keep up the good work, Juliette!

[Carl]

In all honesty I just sat down and wrote that one as it came to mind in like 20 or 30 minutes, so that's probably why it seems like the first two stanzas don't fit in as well. Of course It was also like a starting point, because on rainy nights when I'm standing outside, I tend to look up into space and start wondering, so yeah it was kind of a description of that as well.

Anyways, thank you, I appreciate the feedback.

[Dark Huntress]

[quote="Juliette"]I was going to post this in the "What are you thinking?" thread, but once it was typed up, I felt it was better placed here. So have this, my latest work. It's sort of a poem.

Untitled, 31 October 2012

What is happiness? An emotion; a feeling; a thought? I found happiness does not come from within- rather, it comes from others. Does it matter if my actions caused the happiness of another? I find it does not. Does it matter if I am the most important being to another? I find it does not. What matters is simply that my person is happy. When that condition is reached, I too, am happy. Nothing else is relevant. Even if I am a lesser acquaintance, or merely a friend. My happiness comes from others; and that is why I am depressed when I am alone. For it is only a natural assumption, then, that if there are no others around, no happiness will come to me. For now, I am content.[/quote]

It's not exactly a poem, but it's beautiful and emotional. It's a poem in essence. I love it

[Carl]

^ Thanks.

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Okay, so this one probably is pretty crappy, but it was written quickly as sort of a way of getting back into writing (writing Off-Topic, at least, which is what I need to focus on, Writing major and all). It's simply the result of observing myself in a certain situation on campus today, and I won't say what that situation was because I think it's sort of obvious. Also I posted about it in another thread, so anyone who saw that it should be even more obvious for. I didn't go for a lot of subtlety or metaphor, it's pretty straightforward. If it's not clear and you're that curious about what it was, just ask. Of course, I probably could have explained it already in all this time, but anyway, onto the poem.

Untitled, 2 October 2013

Behind enemy lines, a safe house;
In a land so judging and without understanding,
These tall walls and shelves of the books' house
Protect and comfort me as I peer from the landing.

Bright and proud and clear and true, there hang our flags;
There's no more fitting a place than this to display themㅡ
A place for learning and opening each mind that lags,
A place of comfort and knowledge that I find solace in!

Not believing my eyes, a minute I spareㅡ
A smile plays across my face for just a moment,
The only length of time I have the nerve to stay and stare
At those beacons of hope, ever so fleeting, and then I'm gone, in a moment.

Swiftly carried on heavy feet, my heart pounding awayㅡ
Why am I running from my flags?
I am not, am I? I am fleeing societyㅡ
From those who might taint the feelings gifted by those flags.

I have no reason to fear the flags.
I am proud, and eagerly admit that I am in love
Should idle chatter to that topic drag,
For it is not shameful to be a fool in love.

Also in love with a notion am I;
A beautiful ideal of kindness and peace
Such a thing so stunning, it makes me feel as though I could fly,
As if, with a hand outstretched, the stars I would reach.

It is so beautiful it incurs fear in the masses;
They are afraid of what those flags represent:
The idea that there should not be such derogatory classes,
That all people are merely just present.

[Carl]

Wrote this one not too long ago. Not particularly proud of it, but I think it's okay. It has real meaning to me, at least.

September (Waiting for Spring), 5 October 2015

Desolate heart of troubled mind,
With passion, desire, tenderness filled,
But sweet affections not repaid in kind,
Hath so with infatuation thyself killed.

Pierced softly by nightingale's song,
Locked away within decorative box,
Sleepless all the night long,
As though afflicted with a secret pox.

Darkness lifts, but passion remains.
Sunlight dulls under autumn's reign;
Death where life once bloomed,
Despondence where hope once loomed.

Delight shall be ever sought after
Though with hopeful, gleeful eyes,
May not be found any faster
Than the cheery summer skies.

Coolness setting in fast,
Winter's on the rise.
All things which through summer last,
In spring born, each now dies.

Gloom takes over,
Filling playful hearts with dread
As each happy clover
Joins the solemn ranks of dead.

Even so, hope remains,
For after winter's cold,
We meet again spring's rains
And all around life again takes hold.

The trouble therefore lies
In holding on through the gloom
To see again joyful skies
And gaiety in full bloom.