Annasiel's Portfolio

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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Fri Aug 31, 2018 10:40 am

My rhymes are far too hackneyed, times
I feel as I'm just backing out
Like when a line ends complicated -
I'll just hack that knotty mess around
And smack on it a gaudy word
That rhymes quite better as itself
Or if I'm feeling bold and sure
I'll just try rhyming with itself
And they'll all buy it, say it's nice
As complimenters rationalize
My artiste ways and
See them waiting, hang
Each line around the bend -
Add some hyphens - change the tempo -
How they love my opus then!
(Opus, if you don't quite know
Is Latin - work - another thing
To throw right in
To make your work
Seem so...
je ne sais quoi la vie boheme
Ou en rose ou en belle
Ou omlette du fromage)
That's a bit of French for you,
The only rhyme I know is garage.
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 » Mon Sep 10, 2018 10:45 pm

Empty I chose
And empty I wept
Empty words and empty breaths
A vase inside my chest
It never fills --
Just spills and spills and spills
Out empty little notes

I string them
Into empty songs
They do not ring, but only long
For timbres far more strong
To give them will --
I crack and swill and swill
Into somnolent repose

I am mist
I am fog
An echo of a shape
That does not belong
A broken piece
A hollow part
An empty soul --
None but a hole
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 » Mon Sep 10, 2018 10:49 pm

Tickle my fancy
I'll tickle yours back
No finer a fancy would do

And if your fine fancy
Would let out a laugh
Well, we'll see what our fancies can do

We string them in shutters
Away from our mothers
And fathers who dare not to know

If you fancy my fancy
I'll tickle yours plenty
And see how our fancies can grow

No fervent dismissal
Nor forsworn acquittal
Will take back the fancies you know!
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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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Wed Sep 12, 2018 5:16 am

Monday, face the faces of the ones you spent the weekend dreading
Tuesday, listen to the words of whispered taunts and gossip spreading
Wednesday, spend an hour learning how to peel wet gum from hair
Thursday, scribbled sharpie on your shirt at least you brought a spare
Friday, feel the gentle treacle trickle soda on your back
Saturday, relive the week in bed you're never going back
Sunday, seething slowly dies as apathy makes dim amends
And then -
The cycle starts again
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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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Fri Sep 14, 2018 2:25 am

Words are silly things
They never really mean
The thoughts - so crisp
And wrought with hidden strings
Perfect craft in mind
But daftly contramimed
By peddling books
And muddled looks
That only add to brew the sludge
We make with pen or tongue
Or lungs
Bleating out in passion
Partly rationed simplizations
Of pure pictures
In our heads
That feel so real to us
Yet we stay mussed
With vulgar word instead
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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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Fri Sep 14, 2018 8:36 pm

Sleeping brings me momentary bliss
With almost strong enough allure
To pull me from the things that I would miss
If I made a choice to lay forever here
And let my fears - fade away
Struggles - fade away
The cold hollow I can't fill - fade away
Leaving only quiet black
And still and silence from the static
Of living day to day to day
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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