I quite like memoria and i like the flow of Here we go.

I quite like memoria and i like the flow of Here we go.

Thanks. Its nice to know that people actually read my stuff. Not too many people have commented on my works recently.

Close your eyes; only for a moment, then the moments gone.
Why go on? When nothing last forever in an endless dawn.
Say Farewell. Life goes on in front of me, then beats me down.
Why can't I... Face my fears inside of me; remove them all?

I sit and weep! Like Sisyphus I never reach the leeward side.
Won't you go? Off on mad adventure while I fester here.
Now I lie trapped! Without a friend around to hear my desperate cries!
Don't march on; Life's a road that ever winds beyond our sight.

Won't hold on! Curriculum Vitae, thats just the way it goes.
Death stands watch; Always eye your shadow, 'case its never there.
Just listen please! Let this be a warning to your wayward soul.
Close my eyes; Sucumbe to all that haunts me in eternity...

I really like Here we go.
Sounds like something I would sing.

The last one on page 4 was very nice. It gave me that feeling of war...But not war.... Hmm.

This last one though.... It seemed bipolar. It changed in its.... purpose. But then it went back to it. If you take out the second stanza it seems to fit better, but I liked the second stanza on its own.

I really like Here we go.
Sounds like something I would sing.

Really? A lot of people have seemed to like that one, but I think its one of the worse ones on here. Funny how life works.

The last one on page 4 was very nice.

:D

It gave me that feeling of war...But not of war....

I wasn't really going for a war-theme. I was writing about thouse on Armor Games who helped me when I first started writing, but no one sees anymore, or I can't name them. So 'Tales of the Fallen' was a great theme, kudos to Wolf.

This last one though.... It seemed bipolar. It changed in its.... purpose. But then it went back to it. If you take out the second stanza it seems to fit better, but I liked the second stanza on its own.

Gah, that was what I was trying to do. Its about life, and how it seems bad now, but then gets better, but you realize that its really just as bad as before. Kinda like the futility of going on.

I really should start back up explaining my poems again. :/

Thanks for the review though. :D

This last one though.... It seemed bipolar.

I felt this also.I really liked the first stanza though.
Cant wait for more.

41. A Creation
(Pantoum)

Blossoming onto the page,
Ink flows from my pen.
Master of my realm,
Fates lie in my hand.

Ink flows from my pen,
Bleeding on the paper.
Fates lie in my hand,
Scratch! And you are gone.

Bleeding on the paper:
Death, destroyer of worlds.
Scratch! And you are gone.
Blood flows everywhere.

Death, destroyer of worlds:
Master of my realm.
Blood flows everywhere,
Blossoming onto the page.
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Writing about the ultimate power we seem to hold over all we draw or write. Whatever we create, we can just as easily erase it from all existence, never to return again unless we deem.

Blossoming Love

None can compare to my lover's life!
All words to describe fall flat, fall plain.
We battled through war, and fought through strife,
Emerging sweeter than the purest of cane.*

And none can compare to my lover's eye!
Innocent through the shades they have seen.
Each night I pray that I may ne'er die,
And be parted from their fish-scale gleem.

And we have only been purified,
Like a mountain spring rolling down its bed.
From her grace my eye cannot be pried,
Though I weep for the victorious dead.

And when we failed, those many times,
We did not gnash our teeth, nor break our brow.
And though adversity be more sour than lime,
We pushed e'er foward! A grand ship's prow.

But the greatest? That through all our trials,
My lover always brough my lips to smile.

*Cane Suger, that is.
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I wrote this for the 10 Day Poetry Contest, and the theme was 'Out of the Ashes'. I was inspired by Sonnet 130, written by William Shakespeare. Its about how, through turmoil and troubles, two people's love always becomes stronger trough the hardship.

My Tears Flow From Kokytos
Also entitled, The Old Man of Crete

Intro:

My tears flow from Kokytos;
Haides' river of lamentations.
My sorrows bequeth from Man's nature.
Eternal, I stand my vigil at the banks.

And through the march and flow of time,
The cries of those who are cast here
Leap out and molest my ears,
Only adding to my sorrow that brings these tears.

Verse I: Caina

"Abel! It is I crouching at your door!
For am I not your Brother's keeper?
Alas, cursed to lie beneath the ground,
Enshrouded in my frost-white tomb."

"Your fury seven times have I come to know!
And yet, is it not true that I have done you no harm?
For cursed is the ground from which Cain worked,
Cold, hard, unforgiving; only misery sprouts here now."

Verse II: Antenora

"No respite shall you find at my people's house!
Nay, only a Panther Skin have they to offer the weary.
Only too willing am I to open the door to my enemies,
Despite the trouble they will pass on to my neighbor's house."

"For what is worth a moment's reprieve from this torment?
Not even a face that could launch Ten-Thousand Ships?
For even Ares would not save the d*mned whom the ice shackles,
Although the Shroud of Peace is absent from this hell."

Verse III: Ptolomea

"What amount of gold or silver could my freedom buy?
Better, how much does simple courage cost?
For what I perceived to be cunning and ingenuity,
Was only Eris, clad in a web of fine mist."

"How voluntarily I welcomed them into my home!
And voluntarily I slaughtered them as they dined!
Thus my betrayal is deemed a hundred-fold worse,
And I curse the day I came forth from my mother's womb!"

Verse IV: Judecca

"Frozen in my eyes lie my countless tears.
How I weep at my sin of my great betrayal!
For only I hold acclaim to the death of the Lord,
And have deserved this flaying from Satan's claws."

"For at the heart of Hell I dwell forever,
With Brutus and Cassius as my eternal friends.
And how Satan here will grind my bones,
His ears deaf to my cries, my pleas."

Coda:

And alone, I sit on my pedestal.
As eternity watches over them.
And Kokytos flows nine times around,
Encircling this realm of Haides.

But who am I to ramble on?
As I dwell here on its icy shores.
And forever you shall find me here,
For my tears come from Kokytos.
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I wrote this for the 10 Day Poetry contest, and the them was 'Your Private Shore'. There are many, many references to Greek Mythology, and Dante's Divine Comedy. I'm writing from the view point of The Old Man of Crete, a statue whose tears create the River Kokytos, or the River of Lamentation. Each verse are the voice(s) of those who lie in each part of the 9th Circle of Hell.

Yes, I was in a Hellenistic mood when I wrote it.

Haiku

Rising from the ground,
Steel structures emulate the
Trees I used to know.
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Submitted to the Haiku Contest, and the theme was 'Jungle'. Inspired by the statement, 'The Urban Jungle', so I think that makes it obvious what the 'Steel Structures' are.