Feyd's poetry. Comment greatly appreciated.

Silent, Bleeding, Insanity.

Through the mirror you’ll see my world.
Rather dark,
A little on the cold side,
Dreary weather outside the window pane.
Scraps of my life everywhere,
Like a book ripped and scattered in room,
To place it in order would take too long.
So I sit,
Secluded,
Silently in a spot near the wall.
A faint glow from a candle in the opposite room,
All that lights my face,
And an overturned chair.
Papers rustle and the candle flickers,
From a breeze in the room.
The room you are resting in,
So perfect.
A tear runs from my eye,
As I stand now in the threshold,
Watching over you.
The rusty bed frame creaks as you shift position,
Still Sleeping, always dreaming.
The covers have fallen from you again,
And again I wrap you within their warmth.
The floor boards groan as I step to the kitchen,
I run some water from the faucet,
Cold as always.
I cup the water in my hands,
Splashing it ‘pon my face,
A shocking feeling sending chills down my spine.
I draw my tattered robe closer to me,
Wishing for something warmer.
I step to the window in the first room,
Looking out side is pleasing but uneventful,
A leafless tree battered around by the wind,
And pounded by the rain.
I start at a creak behind me,
And your arms wrap ‘round me,
“Come to bed, get some sleep,” you whisper,
“And don’t be so jumpy.”
I turn and smile slightly with a nod.
I take your hand,
Walk you to the bed,
Cover you once more with a kiss,
And fall asleep at your side.

††C.Laskey II††
8.19.04



The Untold

Watch me but slowly turn the hands
For the ticking will never end
Screams will echo if you open the door
A whisper in your ear
The tomb buried under the dust
What secrets it contains
Dare you open it?
Peer at a time never existed
Wonder through an opposing realm
Wrapped in a war of ages beyond
Arrows whistle,
Swords clash
Avenge thy brother
Defy thy father
Become a king on your own terms
But through it all the mage has planed
And pulls a string to make it end
A trumpet blows to announce your dead
Yet you still lift your head
Draw your sword and watch it shimmer
With life returned a frightful site
You slay the enchanter and regain the palace
But as the final page is turned
A specter rips out your soul
To be added to the story of “The Untold”

††Feyd Shadowen††
10.5.04



Written to You

Wrought to pieces by the thoughts in my mind
How to speak them, to say you look divine
The words do not bother do they?
For I just really don’t know how to say
I know this shouldn’t be
Can you see me tremble?
That is fear but I count
One, take me over
Two, drown me in
Three, hold me close
Four, release me slowly
Five, I am free
The words now tumble for I speak to fast
I hope you hear them still
For I am walking away
Take my hand
Whisper near
Tell me, how do you feel?

††Feyd Shadowen††
10.6.04



Tears

My tires spin on the road yet I am going no where
The circles amount only to wasted gas
Tears stream down my face
Only to intercept the words tumbling from my mouth
So you see me slack-jawed and crying.
What does it amount to?
I jump forward, tears fly from my visage, and I try to scream
I fall a crumpled pile of writhing emotions
Why do I always hear a faint piano at these times?
Small simple melodies that I can never recall
To the beat of pattering rain
Slowly shed tears
An account of my struggle
A record of my wrongs
Go figure… Etched in stone slabs,
Well I tell you now let’s burn the book.
For no more do I want to water the carpet
Your smile is all that should exist between us
Your laughter is the sound I want to hear
With in the secluded time whisper to me your love
We will shout it in time
Just please don’t hate the foolish
Don’t disregard my words, I can speak only now
For I have thought these words, through and through
Tear after tear these words formed
So you know that they all are from the heart
In the final tear I hold you closer than ever before

††C.Laskey II††
9.20.04



When I watch you

I sit here looking at someone so,
Beautiful.
I wish only to take her hand,
Kiss gently,
Whisper softly,
Smile slyly.
How much I love,
The sparkle of her eye,
When she knows I am watching.
As I observe I think,
And wish only to keep her attention,
To keep her happy.
Her smile is so precious,
For when I see it,
It is just for me.
Her eyes are so soft,
Her touch so gentle,
Forever I hold and protect,
With my tender kiss.

††Feyd Shadowen††
10.25.2004



Cruel decisions

What selfish ambitions have been laid before me
How can I grasp yet remain unmoved
Still, I ask, why do I ponder
To cast aside
The indifferences betwixt them all
A fair light from them still
Both pull, testing, how far till the fall
Balance is vital
Yet one must let go
Or I must move toward the favored
What a cruel decision
Would it be better than to withdraw from the battle
Awake at night, red eyed paranoia
Sway, to and fro
Listing due to sudden movements
A silent fall
No sound no one heard
Gasp, for breath
Struggle to writhe
The plastic drawn farther down
Scream in betrayal
Draw your sword
Bring the bloody rain
You are in control
Driving the blade deeper
With out a sound
A whisper on the wind
Tension in the air
Thick but untouchable
Laying staring blank
Shut down mode activated
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --End

††Feyd Shadowen††
10.21.2004.16.05



A Leap of Faith

A single tear
Accompanied by a sly smile
You know who I belong to
Yet you question
Why do I love
But why do you look at the wall
When there is a window
I know you can see
I know you listen
But I am not speaking
I am drawing you closer
Trying to open your eyes
With radio silence
With subtle hand movements
Something I mustn’t be good at
For you still question
Livid pools are your eyes
Something deeper
Darker silence
Wretched stillness
Grasping tighter
You know the heart
It always beats

††Feyd Shadowen††
11.4.2004

woah first I just wanna say that I opened this thread while still listening to the trance song from zeus... your avatar and that go very well together, little too early in the morning for all that though.... woah...I gotta turn it off :makeitstop:

okay...now to your poems...


Silent, Bleeding, Insantiy...... I can never write poetry without feeling the need to rhyme... I don't know why but I think it allows me to have a greater respect for people that can.... this poem has a very quiet feel to if that makes sense...

I think my favorite one is written to you...... I like things that I can envision being read aloud.. like at a poetry slam type thing..... I can see it having the potential to be really dramatic.

Nice poems... thanks for sharing