Biida's poetry and narratives

I'm a writer. Not a very good one, but a writer nonetheless! So, it is because of this simple fact that I'm starting up this brand new thread. Within these virtual walls I may showcase odd assortments of the poems, stories and songs that I come up with. Some of it will be new, while some of it will be old and possibly re-written.

Oh, and I'm hoping this is a thread that will be continually updated... Whenever I feel like updating it.
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04.09.05

Nightgown wings and lavendar hues
White lace curtains and summer blues
Kissing the wind away tonight
Moonlight passions turn to cry,

"Bring me the head of a man!"
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What One Calls "Darkness"

In the darkness
One becomes everything
And everything is one

There is no beginning
And there is no end
(If there ever was an end before)

Endless streams of midnight silk
Shift across the midnight sky
Through the age-old nights,

Tears in the cloth,
Stars shine through and
Are scattered across this midnight sky
Where they dance about the earthly lights

Are you with them now?
Another star is born
Another lonely soul, perhaps,

Birth, death, embodiment of all,
Love
Hatred, destruction, laughing, weeping
Love

Shifting across the sky,
Night envelops us in his arms
Devours us whole
Will you fight with me?
Or will you fall with me?
Trust...

Don't be so afraid of the dark, my child

Surrender your senses,
Let fall your defenses and
You'd never know it was there before!

When darkness opens her jaws in absence of the moon,
A thousand cries are unearthed,
A thousand fears reflected
In the black pearls of her eyes
Those of a thousand, frightened, lonely men
Around a thousand cold and arctic fires

None will speak of the horror before you
None have ever needed to
Your heart will beat itself to death

What is there to fear, my child?

When darkness opens her arms
And whispers words of love upon the wind
Maybe then,
Fear is not all it once seemed

Darkness is only what you cannot see,
For now,
Expand your mind!

Is it not beautiful?

So surrender
To this sweet intoxication

Surrender all your senses,
And savor these caresses

Darkness loves
And darkness feels
Where a thousand sighing stars
Leap within an arm's reach
Where the nightingale sings
And sweet love is known
To the single white rose
Who dared to dream

Where the snow reflects a thousand whispered wishes
When the willow sings of a longing sadness
That your heart will,
If prayers be told,
Never need to know again

Dance with the stars
And let the night time
Steal your fears away

Don't be afraid of the dark,
Expand your mind!
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Midnight's Eyes

What can you do
When there is nothing left to cry for?
These tears lay hidden
Behind bright blue eyes,
Hazel tints in the sunlight's shine,
Copper brown and bright green flash...
Lightning strikes above.

On earth with you,
I see the reflection,
A broken mirror

In Midnight's Eyes.

When there are no more tears left to cry,
All used so long ago.
Songs have never been,
Never will be.

It's so silent,
My Midnight.

Dry eyes, aching soul.

Touch me.
What is this like?
I have forgotten.

Waxen angels beneath heavens door,
Arms lifted in praise,
Blue eyes
Crying,
Smiling.

Waxen child upon the warehouse floor,
Arms tucked beneath his chin.
Blue eyes
Crying,
Alone.

How does it feel?
How does this appear?
Touch me...

But will you love me?

Silent cries, my pleas.
Where have all the heroes gone?
A sliver slicing through a bleeding heart.
Un-spoken words go un-noticed,
To an un-appealing crowd.

Words,
Tears,
From Midnight's Eyes

Waiting in the dark for a light to appear,
I have groped this black room's walls
To no avail.
Is this a cage?

This eye above me,
Staring all the time.
You cannot see me,
You cannot see me,
Please,
Turn away so I may be afraid.

To Midnight Eyes,
Why, this
Lack of hope,
Lack of light.

What does it mean to cry?

I have forgotten.

Empty
Silent
Hazel
Eyes
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What Webs We Weave

Silent prayers and whispered music,
Raindrops falling upon my soul.
A panel of glass seperating
Man's subconscious and the dying world.

An angel's tears, the wings of a cherub.
The light of millions of golden eyes.
A flash of lightning, nature's power.
Another wingless faerie dies.

Raindrops falling, nature singing.
The Mother walking upon Her Earth.
Children crying, scared of thunder.
Not knowing what angels' tears are worth.

Here we lay, fallen saviours,
Each of us without our wings.
Trapped inside our feeble minds.
What could happiness ever bring?

We lock ourselves into this box.
Our Soul's own calling we chose to leave.
Our Mother weeping her tears of loss.

Oh, what webs we weave...
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Tired of dreaming hopeless dreams,
This little girl lies down to sleep.
Rests her little, blonde head against her little, lacey pillow,
Feather soft to cradle new prayers, new hopes and sweet dreams.
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Disappointment

How many more promises can be made?
How many promises must face the fate to be broken?
A thousand words, a thousand shards of glass
Aiming for a bitter heart!
Spilled blood of Promise
Spilled blood upon the ashen floor,
Upon an ashen soul...
Rumours stirred at a teardrop,
Dreams deceased,
Thoughts left unspoken.
Feelings set to mend,
Feelings better off left broken...
Must aging dreams be left to die?
A silent creature re-awoken,
A black beast tearing at the heart's strings!
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Beauty's Name

Misty, pale, beautiful,
There she stands
Beneath my windowsill

Light blue eyes
See through me,
A fallen angel at her feet.

Shivering, so cold, alone
Come to me, my sweet unknown,

Tell me your name.

Beautiful girl,
What is your name?
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Shall We Dance?
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Her sea-green eyes ran appraisingly along the aspiring thief's slender form. With a suggestive raise of her eyebrows, she at once stopped following, and, instead, began to lead their dance of death. She locked her eyes with his, her feet stepping ever so lightly, her body twisting and turning ever so slightly with every graceful turn she took. Her movements were so lithe; it was as though she was dancing to some un-heard beat -- perhaps to the sweet serenade of the sirens. The very same sirens, he knew, that tempted and called to her every day of her life. They cried eternally within her soul... The cried with the call of the sea, the call of freedom!

Sparks flew and the pirate queen's blade sang as it rushed along his own. The dust settled and there she halted for the slightest moment, head cocked high and her face alighted by a grin. For this moment alone, she effortlessly held his blade at bay, a seductive glint beaming from within her ocean eyes.

While their blades still grappled, each in seek of the upper hand, she managed to take a daring step towards him. Laughing softly as her face came only inches from his own, she ran her pink and pointed little tongue across her pink and succulent, little lips. To the thief's utter disbelief, she seemed amused, if not aroused, by their conflict. Had she no fear of loss, of death, of him?!

"So, boy, will ye be givin' me coin back now? Or..."

Oh, but she was close enough to kiss! And he could hear the ragged arousal in her breath! What was he to think, to do, to feel? This sweet, bloodthirsty thing who could take your life in a heartbeat and gather you lovingly into her arms the next...

"Shall we dance?"

He knew he was beyond hope.

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On a complete side note, what's in my signature is part of a poem I wrote for my better half. Currently, he's the only one with a good copy. All that is here is what I pulled from memory.

Kissing under the apple tree
Let them stare, let them see
I'm just fifteen!
What's a care for the world
When you're in love like me?​

 

Rich and powerful images speaking in a mature collection of experiences.
The offering is filled with rumbling and cascading elements.
Comfortable in its sinking and soaring motions...
I'm enjoying seeing something new with each visit.

 

whoa....I'm very taken by your words. You're an amazing poet, keep writing!

 

Their is hope yet in the coming generation.

 

Make a wish upon a shooting star
Sing a song to the moon, so far
Beneath the ocean where the mermaids cry
Sit a while, spend some time
With me, and all you'd never see
If you never took the time to be

Stop and smell the roses,
Lay down and feel the rain
Trust your love to catch you now,
Let go of what is pain

You want your seven-figure paychecks,
You want your classy cars....
But aren't you the one
Who taught me to dream?
Walk with me, talk with me,
Show me who you are.

Let's hold hands today
And laugh a little, too
Dream your dreams, but stay in touch
And I'll always be the one for you

I'll sing you sweet to sleep,
With lullaby, butterfly,
Baby boy and midnight skies,

Oh,
Your kisses taste
Like
Cinnamon
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Drown you out,
Drown me out,
Drown it all away...
In the chords,
Rippling melody,
Burning, searing melody!
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Once upon a time, in a land so far away
There was a girl who could never find the words to say
This boy, you see, who made her smile
Had stolen her heart and whisked her away

Late at night, when the stars shone bright
He'd hold her tight and she'd sigh so happily
When the world's alright, you see,
Nothing really bothers you at all
Nothing really bothers me at all

This little princess, this shy little girl,
Had come to own the entire world
When he'd hold her hand, crack a smile
And tell her eyes they need not cry, because
One day she would rise,
Rise above it all!

Alone in their bed with the moon up high,
There would be no sin, there would be no crime,
Only two young lovers beneath the stars' shine
Innocence and bliss and rapture all in one

And while nothing is forever, love is like the sun
And he knew, from day one, 'til the end of the run
When the service was done,
It was he whom she'd loved all along,

(Best friends and blessings)

 

Wrote this one the other day in 3rd period, waiting for the bell to ring.

06.17.05

Blazing dove's a glory fair above the smoke of
Three fires and strangers abound, about,
Above another post apocalyptic world
Requiems and laudenum...
Lavender...
To survive, may you dream!
Oh, may you dream!

 

What do you mean, you're not a good writer?! I must disagree!

EDIT: Damn, and you're only 15! I'm almost jealous, haha.

 

It is at this point that I must remark: all of the ancient hebrew and arab prophets were poets... though in the supposed holy scriptures that misinterpret them this is whitewashed. Much Love, friend.

 

Thank you so much for all the positive comments! I wish love and happiness for you all, as you've brightened my day so.

A smile is contagious.

 

Dreams drift and minds surrender
Ocean, sleep,
Let me slip beneath the swell...
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While I Ponder

Wish the snow would melt,
Let the false stars fade away
Wish the snow would melt,
Wind, breeze... Whisper,
Rain, come near and cradle me
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Falling from the skies,
So cold and yet so beautiful
The stars of this mortal world,
the closest to heaven I'll ever be

Surrounded by this snow, these stars.

So cold...

 

Vanilla Heights and Strange

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Cold shell of a broken heart
Wrapped in leaves and patched in silk
Lying warm in blood and rum,
Vanilla candles burning
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Red

Red is the color of blood and
Of passion!
Of Valentine's hearts and butterflies,
Cinnamon tendrils curl and twist
Waves cascade to the small
Of your back, so sweet this
Fiery red!
And red is what it means to love!
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Wrote those both today for no real reason at all.
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keep up the great work! your words are moving.

 

Stargazer lonely on twilight's hill
Cypress calls to me, to you,
Bring me near, sweet
Soul is raining salt...
What is one to do
Now that soul is raining salt?
In lead, in brass
Rivulets and ripples upon
Metal, waters, sea
Aluminum oceans and
Saddened hearts are lonely,
Like me...
On twilight's hill

 

Thereby was her wish fulfilled in the burst of red. Yet the veils dissolve slowly. Move ever forward, unafraid.

 

Buttermilk upon young mother's bosom
Drip drop down to velvet's milky core
Twist and twine upon red curls
To nectar, divine
Vanilla musk drives me wild
Between milky limbs upon satin waves
Green and hazel clash, mid-air battles
Through the cries of war
Come screams of Herod
Be Narcissus with me and
Love me, love me, need me...
Take me!
Merry mother,
I am thirsty,
Let me drink!

 

Veils part, curtains draw,
She invites me to a pseudo realm where
Red burns as the last gypsy's caravan.
Through new fire eyes and soul of wind,
White birch burns...
Unafraid, she treads.
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On a side note, I abso-fricking-lutely adore you. You are my new poetic hero.

 

Beloved

Auburn curls dance as if o' lore;
Eyes shine through the soul,
Bright and glinting stars!
Skin like ivory and heart of pure gold...
Dance, O beloved, in night evermore!

Awaken and sing, sweet beloved!
Goodwife, beauty o' souls!
Lips call to mine in
Sweet, nectar voice, fine,
In perfection that never grows old!

Awaken and dance, sweet beloved!
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Baby

Thick, sweet milk upon young mother's bosom,
Whilst cradled in vines of ivory arms,
Baby doth rock, azure shut tight against
Worldly lights and winds and storms.
'Tis here thine child doth lay safe from harm.
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Contemplation

In my tomb
I contemplate my life.
The passions
Of love,
The passings of
Pain,
And the simple joys
Of friendship.

Alone amongst decay,
Distraught -- at peace,
I contemplete all
Life.
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A Lamentation of Time and Loss

Yet this I call to mind,
As the walls collapse about me.
In the joys of times past,
In the joys of times lost...
Where were you?

Oh, he whom holds my heart!
When the fires and the roses fell,
While the children cried and the black shroud of death embraced the land,
Could you feel my need?

Oh, he whom holds my heart,
Were you near that day,
In the years the flowers came?
That night I danced
And soon fell to tears?

Oh, he whom holds my heart,
I see you now!
Wild stallion beyond the horizon,
A mirage, if not for the memory
Of a marble soul in black,
Grieving for the children you never knew...

Oh, but what tortures be if you cannot run free?
Away, away, from the home you never knew!
Into the mist and the dawn of a new day, a new life...

And this I call to mind,
As the new sun sets on another old day:
Oh, he whom holds my heart,
Oh, father of loss,
Once love and once life...
Where is it upon these plains you roam?
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Frozen Fire

Frozen fire, trapped in water;
Angels reaping death on high!
Silent music
Weaving murder,
Death is screaming
One last lie.

Long-gone heroes lost their battles.
My hope is dying...
What is love?
Armageddon,
Revelation!
Here I lie,
A dying dove.

Are you my savior,
One true lover?
Come to me
In pale moonlight.
The one last hero,
All I want...
Show me love
And show me life!

Sing to me of my rebirth,
Sing to me an end of strife!
Sing to me of my new world,
Sing to me of our new life!
Teach me once again to love,
And let me soar,
A dreaming dove!

Frozen fire, flowing water,
Forests green,
The world's rebirth!
Now we are
Dear heart and lover,
One forever with the earth!
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When Angels Cry

Tears are raindrops when angels cry,
For the blunders and errors we mortals make.
Their wings, the wind, caressing me,
As their voices, soft and sweet,
Whisper sweet nothings for my ears alone.
Teardrops swelling in blue-grey eyes --
The color of the clouds --
Until they fall into my open palms...
An angel crying in my open arms!
And when the lightning strikes
And the tears abate,
My crying angel flits away
Until it rains again.

 

"Sing to me of my rebirth,
Sing to me an end of strife!
Sing to me of my new world,
Sing to me of our new life!
Teach me once again to love,
And let me soar,
A dreaming dove!"

Far from it! I should like to girt you with a sword and send you into the world to strike the fetters from the necks of the slaves! It is for the sport that we dash back into Life, risking our very own souls(I can here only chuckle). The Buddhists have bodhisattvas, but we, what are we? You are a volcano lying dormant, and the lava floweth over the lip of thy summit.... the eruption awaits. Indeed might it be that you will rise from the Great Sea, a shining beacon unto those who sail it, Light, sublime, prevailing into the Night of Ever-time. I give this gift to you, an energy display, bursting from my heart, to carry you up, and away.

Much Love

 

Found a couple old poems/songs and decided to post them.
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My bittersweet, my bride to be,
My melodramatic drama-queen.
So bittersweet, these memories...
So bittersweet, so beautiful.
I love it, I hate it;
Now sing me to sleep.

My bittersweet baby,
How great you are!
Again and again,
You break my heart.

But, oh, I worship you,
Taste you, feel you, want you,
Bittersweet baby, I'm addicted to you.
Held fast by your leash,
My bittersweet,
My dying queen,
And Mistress of my mind,

Who cradles not a child,
Not a lover, not an idol,
But a memory of who
She once was,
And who she will never be again.

So bittersweet, these memories.
And yet how I long for your gripping claws
With...
The passion in your eyes,
And the fire in your breast,
And the flavour of your lips!

Your tingling taste,
Oh, my bride to be!
Lucious on a bed of roses,
As the bittersweet wipes your memory.
My goddess, where are you,
As you loved me so...

You fade.

My blissful bittersweet,
I think I love you.
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This one is... wow. I wrote this in grade 8 for an English assignment. o.o;

Feathered bed with silken sheets
On silver plates sit chocolate treats
Velvet curtains laced in gold
Ruby rings, so deep and cold

Lovely clothes in which to dress
Golden curls and golden tress
Skin like ivory, eyes like sky
An angel without the wings to fly

'A queen' is what the gossip said
But don't you know, the queen is dead?
Those white, silk sheets now stained to red

A dagger lodged within her heart
Enchanting, like some long-lost art
Just wait until the cries will start
For someone killed the queen.
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Rain

Tiny droplets, falling freely
From the sky, into my life.
Cascading all about my open arms.
Decorating my cheeks, my eyelashes, my smile,
With tiny pearls of beauty.

Walking along in the green spring grass,
Those tiny drops still falling.
I smile,
The water caressing me.

The sound of each droplet,
Hitting its mark,
It's music to my ears.

The sensation of each one
Pressing against my flesh,
A cool feeling of relief and pleasure.

Thunder,
The sound of a father's booming, loving laughter.

Lightning, The figures of children
Dancing in the sky.

The wind,
A mother's loving whisper,
As she coos her baby to sleep.

Tiny droplets, falling freely.
From the sky, into my life.
Cascading all about my open arms.
Decorating my soul, my heart,
My smile.
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Sometimes it's nice to look back at things like these and realize how far you've come in such a short amount of time. I do say I'm rather proud of myself right now.