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Post by Annasiel » Wed Oct 17, 2018 1:21 am

A can full of holes
In an overgrown field
By a rotting fence
That once was red
But long since peeled
To brownish poles
Each lazily leaning
In dirt as old
As the winter sky is cold
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by GUVII » Wed Oct 17, 2018 7:21 am

*gives some hot coco to fight the cold*

Nice poems :D

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Post by Sans_the_Medic » Wed Oct 17, 2018 1:19 pm

That latest poem feels like one that's got some super obscure meaning to it. Either that or the amount of drilling the poetry part of my GCSE English course did had a lasting effect on my psyche...
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Post by Annasiel » Wed Oct 17, 2018 2:35 pm

GUVII wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 7:21 am
*gives some hot coco to fight the cold*

Nice poems :D
Thank you~ ^v^
Sans_the_Medic wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 1:19 pm
That latest poem feels like one that's got some super obscure meaning to it. Either that or the amount of drilling the poetry part of my GCSE English course did had a lasting effect on my psyche...
I wanted to try and capture the feel some of the ranches down here have in areas far from the homestead, don't think it worked particularly well, though. Will probably try again later.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by Shinigami » Thu Oct 18, 2018 3:43 am

I actually found it quite beautiful.

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Post by Annasiel » Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:14 am

I'm cold tonight
And tea won't help -
The heater's high enough
To melt the frozen sky
Yet all this down
Of fuzzy socks
And woolen gowns
Are not enough
To sate my fill
I shiver --
Yet still can't stave the chill.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by Annasiel » Thu Oct 25, 2018 3:28 am

Do you know how it tastes to touch divine?
The gentle flesh, each soothing breath
With silence creeping nearer - nearer
Left the world behind us all
Electric body thralled beneath
The thrumming of each spirit's sacred call!
A sacrament of life perversed
Ripe flesh to wilt, red blood to curse
Sent coursing through the open throat
And here I gloat! I cry! I choke!
A'wracked affections steal my tongue
Behold the one I prophesied --
A judgement underneath my hand
A thumb to raise
A choice to live or die!
Blessed holy sacrament to weigh upon a life!
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by Annasiel » Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:55 am

Help me, help
The water's high
Too high to breathe -
I'll surely die
Don't ask me why
I won't try standing
Or why I
Refuse your hand
I like it here.
It's calm and quaint
The hollow chill
Of grotto's wake
Gives me reason
To seek warmth -
But caught in peril?
Surely not -
Until the day
The water wells
And still I sit
And still I dwell
Til chilly river
Fills the shores
I ask for help
But help for me
From asking free
Will come for me no more.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by Annasiel » Sat Nov 17, 2018 8:04 am

Hello
Why do all condolences feel hollow
Drawn to wallow deep in selfish sorrow
Somewhere someone else has it worse so
Maybe
I'll lie in wait to see if someone saves me
Debating with myself won't make me crazy
Will it
Or maybe it will cause who'm I to judge me
Stuck in a cycle
I thought I'd finally broken it
But like a slipped-chain bike
I pump my legs and never move from it
Just acting like I'm better and
Acting like I'm special and
Knowing I'm not worth my effort
Spent to make me matter
In silence
I steep in heat of self-inflicted violence
Holding tight the part of me that's timeless
Tighter and tighter til nothing is left but an empty reminder of self
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by Annasiel » Sat Nov 17, 2018 8:18 am

I love to see the smile in your voice
A dulcet sweep that slowly fills the call
Masked behind the softness of your words
But still - the warmest sound I've ever heard.
If I could take that smile in my arms
And curl myself around its simple spark
I daresay I could brave through any cold
Simply with that smile in my hold -
Wrapped inside its luminescent light
Protected from the umbrage of the night
Knowing deep inside my heart of hearts
When I hear that smile - all can turn out right.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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