Biida's poetry and narratives

I liked so much the poem of the darkness you are a good writer

 

Chi-miigwech. <3

Sometimes it's the little things that brighten one's day.

 

Finally back knocking around in the poetry forum. Haven't had the heart and soul for poetry lately. These was a nice pieces to come back to and find. ~ ty

 

I haven't really had the feeling lately either, but these poems... I really don't have words for them. This might sound strange, but it is a huge compliment really. I haven't felt this moved by any poetry other than my own. I like your poetry better than mine. You know, when you write a poem, thats a piece of you, so it's weird to feel stronger about your poems than mine. I cannot believe you are only fifteen. I can only hope I will be able to read your poems when you are older with different thoughts, feelings, knowing more. You.. thank you.

 

I'm blushing. I can't believe I'm blushing... XD lol

 

Starlings on the rooftops with
Oranges in the sky.
My eyes are burning and
I can't think, I can't write
While you're so on my mind,

And I don't ever want to make you cry...

The leaves have hearts and
They tore your tree to bits.
Stole the kisses from your lips, but
Did they really take the kids?

I'm still scared to call, although
The sun's a yard away.
I tug on the cord,
But what would,
What could I say?

'Cause you're wasting and wasted,
Vodka lips and brandy breath.

Mars is still high, but
It's morning and bright.
My mind's the macaroni that
We ate on Monday night,

When I shouldn't have stayed up so late,
Waiting for that call.

Starlings on the rooftop want me to sleep.
I miss you, baby boy.
Please, don't let me be,
'Cause my bedsheets still smell like your cologne
And it just won't seem to leave.

 

Rain is my favorite today, I love the whole poem,
especially the subtle differences between
the first and last stanzas. Thank you.

 

blush blush blush... lets not kiss eachother's ass all day...

you are a good writer... but saying that you arent isnt gonna make the best impression =) Nice poems

 

Hehe. Sometimes it just sneaks up on me and I can't seem to help it. :3

And you rock, by the way. That made me laugh.

 

lol I was hopin you wouldnt get offended, its nice you can see the humor out of things. And I really do adore your poetry, if you dont mind, Ive printed a couple I liked out to show to my fellow man

Well done

 

Tangible ebony tangles in blue
Circlets yet ringlets clipped into waterfalls
Not quite what you'd expect
Sky-fire loses itself and
Lost, I am found
Rivulets and ringlets and
Voids of summer light
Found lost, a paradox
In raven hair
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Haha.. I wrote a poem about my boyfriend's hair. How cliché can you get? XD

 

The first few days make the years look tough,
When it's cold outside, I miss you so damn much...
Something catches in my chest,
Breathing catches in my throat --
And I think about the night we danced together
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I'd like to give you roses,
Every day
Each afternoon
And every morning
Give you
Stories of the
Things I'd love to do
To you that evening in
Our bed
Under the moon,
I'll see you soon
And kiss you,
Hold you, love you,
Touch you,
Whisper secrets to
You too

 

Have you ever heard strange noises outside when the curtains are drawn? There's a ringing, a buzzing, a screaming of air that threatens to pop your ears and fold you in upon yourself...

But then daddy's there, and it's all okay. It's just a plane, it's gone away. Lay back to sleep, sweet, it's all okay...
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Not done. Random inspiration. The window was open... Will finish eventually. Hopefully.

 

Cliche or no the one about the hair was the most transcendant. It is often those things most mundane in life that yield the greatest mystical fruit. Our enchantment is a product of our relation to that which intoxicates us, rather than of anything latent in that object itself.

 

So gentle, sweet and touching.
Like a whisper escaping
to be received by the heart.

 

[edit] Took out all the personal rambling. Some new stuff. Enjoy! [/edit]
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[Yours Truly - attached]

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Something half-assed I've been fiddling with lately. I don't think it'll ever turn into anything very meaningful:

Coronation

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An unbidden saviour brought me to his kingdom, where he
Crowned me as his Queen
And all the powers that be could never know what I'd give
To hear such sweet singing once again.

 

I bid you, sweet child, to search for that Transplendance in All, as do the Many to the One, and the One to the Many - and beware the Sorrow of one to another. But mine own wicked Way was made from many By-paths, crooked and winding, and I still have a tendency to wander off on them now and then, so I can Understand.​

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Best Wishes and Good Luck!​

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Found an old one. :3
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As lightning struck once more above their heads, the rain danced upon the roof and sang its haunting lullabies in an eerie splash of voices. She layed her head to rest upon her lover's shoulder and pressed her form closer into the crook of his own; he was warm and in his presence she felt safe.

"Safe from what, though?"

She wondered.

Silent questions ricocheted back and forth inside her head.
Thought began to echo and she began to dream...

The shadows danced upon the white-washed walls, like the devil's own had come together. But what devil would that be, if he were indeed to be? Or perhaps the shadows were a group of children, laughing and spinning together underneath an apple tree... And these clouds overhead were just the dryad's leaves.

Innocence and insanity, beauty and darkness, cleansing and death. All of these the rain meant to her, and more.

And the rain sang still, stronger than before as the storm raged on. A chorus of spirits, perhaps, each raindrop its own voice. It was as though nature had become a Siren, singing songs of passion to those who love her.

"Come to me, hold me, love me..."

She felt distant, an impartial figure watching herself from behind the dancing darkness. And with the grace and reassurance of anonymity, she soon brought her own voice into the the Siren's chorus. No more than a bit of a hum, a child's tune perhaps. But it was enough to make the moment magical... Too entranced as she was in the beating of the heart beside her, and the beating of the rain above her, to notice.

And for a while, it seemed as though the Siren truly did want to hold her, to know her, love her. Tension swept its turbulance through the corridor, pounding in her ears and pressing at her flesh. Power in the air, a singing source of Temptation called. But all things change, don't they? And soon the rain began a different song.

"Taste me, feel me, blood on your hands, blood on your lips. Taste my tears, and watch me cry for you..."

Her own song ended as she leaned closer into the loving embrace of the one beside her, her eyes closed to hold back her tears.

"...It truly is a savage garden, isn't it?"
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And here's a new one.


06.13.06

It's a warm
Sunshiney day
And blue angels are
Sitting on our rooftop, holding
Intelligent conversation with the frogs.
They sound a bit like crickets.

 

Beautiful.

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06.18.06

I had a dream, that
We made love in the desert
Under the blazing sky, and it was
Eclectic, your kisses electric
In the silence of the sudden night, in the fading
Of the prying light, your hair was full of crackling fire --
And the power of your snaking eyes...

Cinnamon tendrils, curling down my spine
You were the divine, and I cried to God
The seventh time you made me cum!
'Vulgarity' is best left behind this life, when
With icy eyes in the frigid night,
You alight, you rise electric -- Fire!;
In the perfumed night.

Oh baby,
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One More Time
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In this perfumed, dripping night...
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We're aching

for the sun.
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