The Fallen Petals of Subaru - A Poetry Collection

[Seanchaidh]

La Mariposa I follow you, up into the mountain forest. Where the sunlight, from the setting sun, illuminates the ephemeral cherry blossoms. Your glittering wings, flutter gracefully on the soft autumn breeze, and sparkle in the ethereal, amber light. I remember us; Embracing by the fountain in the centre of town. It is approaching sunset, and the street life is dying. We sit there gazing into the crystal water. “Te quiero.” Your suddenly whisper, softly in my ear. I smile. “Le amo tambien.” I whisper back. Slowly we begin to kiss. The roughness of the rock beneath us; the harsh roars of passing cars; the fading golden light – none of it seemed to matter. Time was only measured in your heart beating against mine. I wipe away a tear, The vividness of the memory, aches my heart. Your flutter deeper into the dense forest. I chase after you, but the encroaching dark, shrouds you from my eyes. I remember that night; the miserable rain, hammering down upon the rough road. You and I were running, trying to find shelter. Then a blaze of white illuminated everything. Then a roar – oh a loud roar – exploded in our ears. Then I felt you warm hands, Pull me close – as if for the last time – and then push me to the side. My hands scream As they strike the ground. The sound came suddenly. The sickening sound of something breaking, then being smacked against the ground. Silence. I turn around to find you lying there, your clothes are stained crimson. "¡Socorro!” I scream. I run up and down the dark, deserted road. "¡Socorro!” I scream again, "¡Hubo un accidente!” You continue to lie there not moving. Tears are pouring down my cheeks, as I remember you there - so vulnerable. I race after you, through the forest. "¡Espere!” I cry, "¡Espéreme!" A strong southerly wind, shakes the overhead branches. Cherry blossom petals, soaked from a previous day’s rain, shimmer as they fall like snow to the ground. I call out to you again, but you just continue. Your shining wings, sear a rift in the surrounding darkness, illuminating a gravestone - your gravestone. I fall to my knees, my soul cracks open. The grief I kept laden in my heart, rushes out like the outgoing tide. My hands pummel the dirt, my scream fills the dark. Those final days, come rushing back, with as much force as a tidal wave. I remember waiting, the silent waiting in the emergency room. Every tick of the overhead clock, like a fire of a gun. My heart feels ready to burst. I can’t stop shaking. I feel like a leaf caught in a wind, unable to control itself let alone anything around it. After painful ages, a macabre doctor appears. His eyes looked empty, his face ashen. My soul sank, my heart stood still. I stand up, waiting expectantly for his verdict. “ Lo siento.” He mumbles to the floor. "¡No!” My cry resounds throughout the hall as I crash to the floor. My tears, everyone an ounce of my soul falls through time and space before crashing to the ground. Your funeral I’ll never forget. I stood by your coffin the whole procession. The white oak, looked so rough and uncomfortable. I was certain you couldn’t have enjoyed being in there. Your face however, looked more peaceful than I had ever seen it. The light from the sunset, shone gently on you - as if caressing you – giving you an angelic quality. I felt like shaking you, and yelling, "¿Por qué?” over and over till my lungs burst. I felt like hitting you, we still had our whole lives to live together, how dare you leave me here all alone! Mourners came and went, but I stayed by your side. I placed red and white roses on your coffin as they lowered you. I fled unable to stand anymore. Later that day, I found myself at the lake, you and I had swam in, Earlier that summer. The setting sun rays, were dancing On the lake’s calm surface when we were there. As we lay on its banks the light shone on your dark hair, And it brightened your smile. I casually asked you, if you were reincarnated, What would you come back as. Your turned to me and grinned, “Una mariposa.” you replied. Sitting in front of your grave now, I was jarred from my memories back to reality. Una mariposa? I glanced at you, as fluttered up into The strengthening dawn, too far for my outstretched hand. Una mariposa…

[Seanchaidh]

I look in the mirror, And I only see your face. The haunting shadow, You cower from the light. Your eyes, Once diamonds, but are now shards. Shards that tear through the veil Of Morpheus’ world. Embedding themselves in my psyche. I yank one out, smiling at the pain. It hurts… I stare at their reflective surfaces. We all stare back. It hurts… You gently take my hand, And kiss it tenderly. Your touch cuts my skin, your kiss fractures my mind. I love you... You run away, even though I keep bleeding. I run after you, I only chase air. I sit by the brook, where we first met. I try to grab the water to make the memory tangible, but it trickles away through my fingers. Crystal. Crimson. I lie back on the lush grass, And stare at my blue sky. Blue. Scarlet. The razor grass blades, Sear my arms, Releasing my regret and betrayal. I watch them flow away. Away… You stand over me. Impassive your face is. I want to kiss you. Do I? I can’t… Morrigan steps beside you. She pecks you on the cheek. Her eyes are soulless. She hugs you, Her crow wings carry you away. The sun sets, Aurora’s blanket smothers me. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t see anyone. My necklace, one of a pair. Us. It lies lost now, in my heart, in the deepest, darkest holes of my soul. It lies lost there with you. In life’s great circle, an eternity ring. My memories of you, flutter like leaves in the wind. I try to catch them, My hands grasp only air. I look in the mirror. You walk away in the looking glass. You bastard, how can you leave me? You turn around to say something, But your sweet voice, The voice I cherished, and hear again and again, becomes noise.

[Seanchaidh]

Memories of us together; holding hands at the beach, walking through moonlit forests, kissing under the sun set. Gone. Feelings that I had; a warm feeling, which made me float above the clouds, happiness, which lit up anywhere I went. Love which flourished and grew like a field of blossom. Gone. The things we shared; our love for nature, our favourite flower - cherry blossom, a beautiful flower which only lasted a few months and didn’t bear any fruit – our love of beauty, and love songs; Gone too. My life; which I shared with you, gave to you, as ephemeral as the cherry blossom. Gone.

[Seanchaidh]

Mommy, an obelisk, with one iron fist. Used to crush and pound the earth into flour. A fine, white powder. Like snow, icy snow, a white blanket which wraps itself around you, lulling you into a reluctant dream. An eternal dream. Mommy where are you? You ran for a while. One month then two. All I remembered of you where your hands. Hands stained scarlet, no skin won through. Scarlet. My favourite colour. Deep red, like the rose. A bloodred rose... Mom who are you? Vengeful fury, from Hades' realm. What did I do to anger you? Red pulsated everywhere you looked. It reflected in your eyes. Enraged, you slashed your enemies. You didn't know who they were. You didn't know me. Goodbye mother, the ebony door slams shut. The phone ripped from the root, I can no longer hear your voice. Our umbilical ties ripped, I can now roam free. Goodbye mother, I am nothing like you.

[Seanchaidh]

Gaze upon my polished surface, do I shine? My glimmering glass, untarnished by the ravages of the day. You smile, I smile back. Your image I reflect. Is it what you'd thought you'd see? The sun dies. Darkness encroaches the sky. Shadows swarm around me. Notice the dust that gathers at my edges, see the cracks, and chips a result of being handled by everyone. All there is now is me. Now, do I shine?

[Seanchaidh]

You pluck it from its stem, your choice little morsel. Plump, over brimming with nature's sweetness. Shiny red, tender to the touch. You nibble, you bite, you gobble. Eating away, the poor thing just sits there helpless. You didn't give it a chance. Your spit it out, garbage, trash. Rotten, disgusting to sight. It's beautiful sheen long gone, it's innate sweetness, sucked dry by vampires, leaving behind a bitter mess. You toss it away upon the dirt path. Trodden and beaten by passers by, they only glance at, not caring, with their apathic eyes. Sour, red juices run deep into the tainted earth.

[slayer]

I read most of the first one, and I understood it well. It was very sad! Well, I didn't read all of it, but I knew what was going on. Very good, keep up the good work.

[Seanchaidh]

Thanks slayer, though I had to correct it a lot because of ColdBlooded

[Ozzi99]

I like very much, Subaru

[Seanchaidh]

Honestly I think my work is rubbish. And I'm not being modest or anything.

[Ozzi99]

I think most people think their own work is rubbish, dunno why but most people seem to. Poems are good when you can sorta relate to them in a way or work your self into them or...thats not making sense so ill just say big thumbs up and keep 'em coming

[Seanchaidh]

*THIS IS NOT MY OWN WORK* The reason I posted this poem is because I like it and want others to read it. It is a poem from a computer game I played. Yet to return, the shadowed one. Who quests for the Twilight Dragon Rumbles the Dark Hearth, And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army. Apeiron, King of Light beckons. At the base of the rainbow they meet Against the abominable Wave, together they fight. Alba's lake boils. Light's great tree doth fall. Power- now all to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln. Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones. Never to return, the shadowed one, Who quests for the Twilight Dragon. Unknown where the Cursed Wave was born… After the stars doth cross the heavens, The sky in the East doth darken and air doth fill with mourning. From the chosen land beyond the forest, a sign of the wave comes. Riding the Wave is Skeith, the Terror of Death, to drown all that stands. Mirage of Deceit, Innis, Betray all with the flawed image, and did aid the Wave. And by the Power of Magus, a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens, and creates a new Wave. With the Wave, Fidchell, the power to tell the dark future, hope darkens, sadness and despair rule. Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave. Macha seduces with the sweet trap. Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can. Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy. And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave. Only a void remains. From deep within the void arrives Corbenik. Perhaps then the Wave is just a beginning as well. Shunning the field broken by Wave. The shadowed girl whispers, "Surely, I will return." Alas, the truth unbeknownst. Awaiting her at journey's end; Eternal mourning for her land. When the finger points to the yonder moon, The fool will look at the fingertip. The whole cannot be changed. We have already lost that chance. Because the time left to us was short, We were mistaken in our path. But now do we realize, We should change not the whole, But the parts. Wave soars and shrouds the eyes. No means to fight an omnipresent force, The shadowless ones just grieve. Why must it be a Wave? Divide, if it would just... Then retaliate, we may. Over the Keel Mountains, Meets an ape with human speech. The ape asks, "What clings to you? Bear it - you cannot. Accept it - you cannot. But hidden - it is from you. Recite its name." Like a frenzied horse that is driven. An unseen wind of plague shrieks across the border. Pandemonium, wailing, and stench of carnage fills the air. There is no place to run. No hope of escape. Those who are mourned will never return. The hands of time cannot be turned back. The Keel Mountains traversed at last, we met a dragon that spoke thus: "Sheraton am I, who interprets the signs. An answer to my question, give. If you can, complete my role will be, and I will leave this land. Though equally it exists before everyone's eyes, grasp it not one person can. Tell me—what is it?" Plaird of the Seven Sisters Falling in love with a human, Became a Shadowed One and was exiled from the Dark. Hence, her name came to be called Plaird the Fallen. At her wanderings' end, she settled in seclusion in Arche Haokar. However, Those days may not last. A reunion may come, or may not. Plaird's form vanishes at the coming of the harbinger of the Wave.

[Seanchaidh]

The divine wings which held aloft the sacred light lost their plumes to the dark, scattering the light to the void. Deep from within the nothingness, comes the Fated. Within the Temple of Chastity, appears the first plume - The Mirror - To reveal all to those who can not see. Arrives the sevens sisters, gazing upon the plume, their minds fracture their souls fly into the void, being replaced by the Fated. Thus becoming sins.

[Seanchaidh]

Upon the hallowed ground, of Faith's castle - Aya Azuya - lands the second plume - the Veil - to cast shadows upon the psyche and shroud the judgement of all. Aya Azuya falls, light becomes swallowed by night. Hope fails. Through the darkness, the Fated streches its hand, to snare the hearts of all who stand their ground. Taking them into the void. The void of the darkened light.

[Seanchaidh]

Deep from within darkness, the seed of light is born. From it arises the Harbringer of Life. Along with him, comes the third plume - truth - with it the Veil is defeated. To the ruin of Chastity runs the Jewel. Here, she gives birth to Delight, and with her the last plume - Forgiveness - with it the bitterness of evil does not last

[Seanchaidh]

To the revered Amalga Mountains, the plumes coalesce. Darkess and light come together in perfect unity. Giving birth to the Sacred Light. To the heavens it goes, illuminating all, showing the light and the shadows. Retreats does the Fated. Back into the void. With the Sacred Light as a guide, the lost ones can see the way back to sanctuary.

[Seanchaidh]

The rustling of leaves, the silence of the garden, the gentle rustling, of the fluttering purple curtain hanging limply by my open window. The darkness, cautiously creeping in, as the tiring embers, glowing angrily in the fireplace, quietly die. Light. The white light shimmering, like trubulent water on the ceiling. Hand. Shadow hands. Long gnarled fingers, thin as bone, scratching the light trying to get it out. The scream, the blood-curdling scream. Like ice slowly dropping down your spine. It reverberates through out the room. The large, expansive, empty room. Penetrating the repugnant shadows, that stand there leering from every corner. The rummage. The shriek. Continual. Eternal. The Struggle. The white ghost, upon the bed, shaking and rippling, like a sheet caught in the wind. Silence. Deathly silence.

[Seanchaidh]

Cotton candy, floating around the eternal blue. The golden smile, that permeates all. A soft breeze soars through the air, and the emerald green land, dances with an idle passion. The pillar, jade and deep chestnut, stand like soldiers, guns a' ready. Waiting. Waiting for the order. Twin statues, ebony and ivory. An eternal embrace shared. Smile. Unbeknownst to the trained eye, tiny cracks are beginning to break the embrace, and threaten to damage there fragile cores.

[Seanchaidh]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, smash it hard, watch the shards fall. Glitzy dust, angry shards, watch how they dance, look how the sing, as they caress my naked skin. Rouge colours my cheeks, crimson coats my lips. Scarlet stains my nails. Reflection. That is all it is, a reflection. A deceptive visage. A mask. Look beneath it. Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, whose the fairest of them all. Is it the maid? The wench? Or is it I?

[Seanchaidh]

I walk down the highway, that borders my neighborhood. Large imposing buildings on one side, the tranquil Hudson River on the other. I gaze forlornly at the run down houses, metal gates, like a jail cell, entomb these old timers, ready to use capital punishment upon these innocents. Then abracadabra! The magic dust, and they vanish. Disappear. They are no more. But what about the memories, that once permeated their walls and rooms? The average family, sitting around the dinner table, carving the turkey and laughing. Or how about the single mom, and her two twin little boys: Alex and Mike. Who run outside and play upon the sidewalk, while their mom smiles at them from inside her kitchen window. Those kinds of memories. It’s sad to think, that your memories, can disappear like that, lying crushed amongst the rubble. Amongst some straw, wood and brick. It is horrifying to think that one day the street you grew up on, may no longer be there. The fun times you played tag, went trick or treating, could all just disappear in the dust. I quicken my step, trying to run from my thoughts. Dump them. Dump them out, and then run. Dump them, and then run. I run. I run. I run to 94th Street, and stare at the dank apartment building before me. Home. I remember coming home to the smell of mom baking cookies. I can still taste them. I even remember some of my neighbors. There was: Mr. Dee, who would bang your floor with a mop, whenever you moved around; The twins Nancy and Drew who would play hide and seek in the halls; And sweet little Matilda, calling out sadly for her Daddy, too young to realise she wouldn’t find him, as he had died the year before. I stare at the sign posted on the entrance door; “Demolition – Two Days. All tenants must relocate.” I sigh. Nothing stays the same. Nothing. So what are we to do? Do we house or memories in imaginary streets, trying to keep them safe forever? Maybe we can’t save them, and they are doomed to wander ghost like among their buildings till they rush down to the ground. Can the workers hear the irritated thumping of Mr. Dee’s mop? Or the laughing of Nancy and Drew? Or the sad wailing of “Daddy” as Matilda wanders the halls and the soon to be demolished rooms.?

[Seanchaidh]

One. Lost to love. A love as pure as untouched snow, yet as untangible as a dream. The snow melted, to a toxic beveridge, the dream twisted and screamed. The beautiful portrait ripping down the middle. The dream was lost forever, cast amongst the dust and ash, along with a life. Two. Ladened with burden. Fourteen stones of it. To heavy to move, life flitted by in an instant. Spring. Love. Happiness. So fast they were, memories they are now, but still fast none-the-less. I couldn't keep up. Couldn't keep up with you: The hard stoic shell, harbouring the tender muscle within. You were washed away, washed ashore with the tide, and the debris: a broken locket, a smashed picture frame, a wrecked journal. While I sank to the bottom, the bottom of the bitter sea, my heart, a rock, dragging me down to live with Davie Jones. Three and Four. A curse. A black curse. Conjured from the mouth. Each venomous word, laden with black magic, anyone who beckons, shall be entranced, and forced to dance with Death for eternity. A jinx. That is all. A mockery. A jest. That's all it was. A harsh sound, a harsh command. Once out, I couldn't call it back. Two lives gone. Two. Innocent. Lack of experience. Apologize. Five. Black wings. Feathers as sharp as blades, as soft as the velvet curtain of night. To carry a soul to the light. Apologize. Not enough. The heavy soul, whimpering softly, emeralde green eyes, confusion. Fear. Apologize. A friend in need. Nineteen years of friendship. Thirteen really. Sleep came. A life gone, and the rain poured down. An eternal rain. Six and Seven. My angel. A savior in white. Sitting there upon the golden wall, smiling peacefully, my savior, my angel. So much wisdom in your eyes. How could it have happened. Gone. Heart heavy, a bag full of god. Lost forever. Unable to reach you, the white gates bar my way. The continuing rain, drowns the poppy fields. Eight. The sanctuary. Revered. Silent. Rumbles Gaia, and the temple falls. Oh Hera how could you. Zeus erupts. The second world war ensues, No winners, only losers. A world torn apart. The gods orders a decree, permanent, a void, drives the paternal gods apart. Eternal. My life falls into the void. Nine. The wind. The gentle wind. A soft requiem fills the air. A jump, oh wind grant me the sky. Help me to fly. Like a kite, like the almighty eagle. Freedom, my soul yearns for. To the golden light, I'm carried. Through the white gates, I finally pass.

[Seanchaidh]

All there is is the wind. A gentle wind, a long mournful note, sounding from a distance. My music. Soothing me, as I sit only with my thoughts upon the sidewalk. Where do you get your strength? You are always there, never sleeping, never resting. Are you running from something? You know, someone once told me, to get over sadness, you must work. Well my dear wind, like a shattered vase that once held a solitary rose, your heart must be. Watching as the petals, slowly fall and are carried away in the breeze. Is that all there is? No, there is also the rain. The rain. Tiny stories, fairy tales. Tales lost throughout the centuries. Later found by Mother Earth, she feeds them to her young, nourishing their minds, over-brimming their cells. A cherished memory it is. A memory lost to me. A bookshelf space, collecting dust, that’s all it is to me. The rain, glass beads, exploding, shattering upon impact, their shrapnel, embedding themselves in my heart. A fairy tale it is, but where is the Prince. Mommy? Daddy? I can’t find him! I stare at the skies, through my bedroom window. My weary gaze, at the inky sky. The dark blue ink is doing its bleed wash. Through the stains, I can see the dark canvas. Some one has spilled glitter over it. Glitter. Everyone’s wishes. Wishes embraced by the four winds, and carried away. Then caught upon Heaven’s net. Everyone’s wishes that is, except mine. Mine are still down here with us being blown to and thro, unable to control their course, unable to control their destiny. Like leaves caught in the wind. Like us half the time. Will they ever reach heaven? I don’t know… That’s all there is, isn’t there? Yes. That’s all that accompanies me now. That and the moon. My last companion, watching over me, as I cautiously walk the dark streets. A crystal moon. A looking glass. Glass for the man to look through, the man in the moon, that man. Watching as I leave this place behind. Leaving behind my heart, tearstained in a white envelope, upon the mantel piece. Leaving behind my love, my life. Well wind, Well rain, Well stars, well moon. You’re all that there is. The only family to a runaway.

[Seanchaidh]

A mirror. A broken mirror. Whose shards embed themselves, into the heart of its gazer. A mere reflection, of their shattered psyche. A fractured soul. A looking glass. Showing you the very depths of your soul. What is it you see? An angel? An angel, flaunting their “perfection”. So much so, upsetting the inferior, tainting their minds with flawed media. Yet, you’re scared. Scared they’ll uncover the truth. That you’re only a mask. A mask concealing insecurity. Or is it a demon? A demon, who torments everyone. Never loved. Born of hate. You drag others screaming into the fiery pit. For eternity they lie there with you. Crushed. Suppressed. Until their souls give out. Well God… Well Lucifer… Which is it?

[Seanchaidh]

Haunting me. Stalking me. Silent footsteps, constantly behind me. Hungry eyes leer at me, from my own shadow, day after day after day. A phantom, from within a looking glass, which resides in my reflection. A glance you’re there, A stare you hide. Every night, during my tossing slumber, you creep into bed with me. Filling my mind, filling my heart, with flawed images of yourself. Your once warm, sweet breath, chills the room, my neck, my skin, my bones. Much like Death’s embrace, tightening through the years. In every picture, you’re there behind me, cast in deep shadow, Your eyes. Your eyes. Once beautiful, a sky blue, now a grisly mist. A mist, that quietly shrouds the sun, murdering the light. So much so, every flower, expectantly open, waiting for rain, receive only the icy hand, of the silent mist, which strangles them, reducing them, to a wilted shrivel. I chased after you for a month. One month, then two. I wanted you. I needed you. Only then, when I saw you, I no longer felt I do. You had replaced me. You had drained me, you had left me, left me hollow. Left me wanting more. Soon after, you left. Your white wings flew you away, Scattering black feathers as you went. Black tears. Black knifes. That sang harshly as they caressed my skin, leaving my body blushing earnestly. The blush spread everywhere. One feather, lay lodged forever. Forever in my god damn heart. Where is God?! He only walks you down a white corridor, then locks you in a black room. Forever. What is God like about that?! I tried to fly with you, so many times. Oh so many… Only I never had the nerve, never had the gut. The dented iron gut, pounded by its owners, pounded by its lovers, until it suddenly cracked open, reducing the fists to hands. Bloody hands, hands that quietly sob and cry. Staining, tainting the fertile earth, with their impure scarlet tears. Since then, I rebuilt it with steel. My shell of protective lustre. So strong. So strong, no one would break through. No one except you. You were like rust. Destroying the shell, to expose the priceless red pearl within. I realized I had saved it for you. Only to have you later smash it with your own hands. Your face, now walks the empty streets, of my minds. Constantly calling me. Ghostly hands reach out for me. I try to run, only to reach for them instead. Only to grasp them, holding them close to my sleeping heart. I try to run, but I don’t. Why can’t I run? Like a werewolf, constantly hungry, you hunt for me. Again. Again. Taking a part of me with you, every time. Your rip through my steel shell, and bite my silver heart. Its pieces, lodge themselves in you, tearing your stomach open, revealing my beating red heart. The shards remain lodged forever in you. Forever. An endless ring. You bastard, this is for eternity.

[Seanchaidh]

A choir. A celestial choir, who’s sweet notes, resound in the heavens, who’s song is as enticing as that of a Siren. You lift me to heaven, your white angel wings, sear a rift in the surrounding darkness. You fly me so high, so high the sun is within reach. What if I burn myself? Rain. Rain? Black rain? No not rain, feathers. Black feathers, that fall to earth like lead, glinting like knifes. On a closer glance, your wings stained black with death, your greasy skin - papery thin, your eyes deep empty voids, stealing my soul. Your mouth, stretched tight in a sneer, as I fall from your open grasp. Falling, my heart screams. I reach for you, only grasping air. I hit the ground, breaking like a china doll. Like wolves you are, tearing away at the carcass. Eating until you’ve had your fill, then walking away.