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#3 A pure moment of joy

Joy that's how its called.
Beautiful that's what it was
Heavenly is how it sounded
A masterpiece is it.

A feeling of absolute joy.
A feeling what it warm and yet so strange.
A feeling what makes me cry and laugh at the same time.

A feeling from heaven
Joy is its name.

(This poetry is abut, what i feel when i listen to beautiful music.)

Abigail_Austin

Cookiesareyummie wrote:

I like it!

The Cynic (played anonymously)

I want to talk to you
I want you to want to
I want you to want to talk to me

But you don't want to
You don't need to
You don't need anyone or anything

You drive me crazy
With how you push
You push, you push, and then you pull
You're so confusing
It's maddening
It makes me just want to pack

I needed you but now I know
I need to let you go
You want someone who doesn't want you back

~~nightmqre~~

Giant Killer

My expectations
They are unreal.
My expectations
Are fantasies built on stories.
My expectations
Are nothing that I can reach.

Before
I just wanted someone
To buy everything
To pamper me
To spoil me
But this was all before.
Before the Giants invaded my head.

Now
All I want is someone
who can take away the pain
Who can tell me everything's okay
Who can comfort
Who can encourage
Who won't get mad
When I do something bad

And yet this is still out of reach
I can't find anybody
who is willing to be beside me.
Who is able to slay those beasts

Who can be my Giant Killer

The Cynic (played anonymously)

Money

The more I experience,
The more I see,
That everyone's main motivation is money

Money and sex,
Those are the things
With sex being ruled by Darwinian flings

It's not that I hope this is true,
I do not
But the more I observe us,
The more proof I've got

Proof piles up and I try to suppress it
Conviction grows but I try to repress it

I know it's not always, but most of the time,
We follow the money then justify why
We follow the looks and the confidence,
Then cook up a story that makes more sense

It's true what they say,
Everyone can be bought
The polite narratives people spin are just lies.
Most of the time, they are lies to themselves.
Then when faced with the truth they will take offense.

But when you're looking for
The problem that's real
Look at the money
At the sex appeal

"I've taken a job closer to home," Translates: "You didn't pay me enough."

"I miss you, I'm sorry, I've been too busy to come,"
Translates, "You didn't pay me enough."

"Maybe next week, if I have the time,"
Translates, "You didn't pay me enough."

No matter how many words you waste,
The solution is money.

"I think I need him to work on himself,"
Translates, "His lack of confidence makes him look weak."

"I feel more of a connection with this other guy,"
Translates, "the other guy seems more fit."

We feel
Then justify
Feel
Then justify

Salesmen know it
Politicians know it
Marketers know it too

All the made up reasons
All the man-made seasons
All the commercial holidays
We fall for every craze

Learn that the reasons people say
They feel a certain way
Are mostly stories they've conjured up
And told themselves that day

The real reasons are hidden
Because they are taboo
They can't even admit them to themselves
For sure, they won't tell you.

~~RimCaster~~

Of Happiness, Love and Risk.

People chase after love and happiness
They want to feel loved and happy.
Yet the thing they chase around is mere illusion of real deal.

They think they can buy love
but the love will be fake and short living.
They think they can buy happiness
But such happiness would be short and it will leave even bigger void wanting for more.

So what's the answer Mr. Know it All.
To achieve something worthwhile in this world you need to risk and work hard, investing yourself in, you need to take huge leap of faith.

But who would be crazy enough to follow it? And how someone decided to do it?
Yeah how does self realization journey start?
At first it starts with person being hurt, they feel like they lack something, Some people decide to stop running away and confront it.

The first rule of love: Love yourself
if you can't spend time with yourself without distracting yourself for a while
in a complete silence.
then any relationship will be lacking something and you will feel like love is alien feeling. To love yourself means to accept yourself for what you are.

Second rule of love: Love others like you love yourself.
That might sounds like straight outta bible but it's true. It can't be easily described but it certainly is proactive and communal meaning that both sides are engaged.

Now happiness is simple thing.
Or at least I wish it was.
Happiness is being content.
Being content means you're fine with what you have.
Being fine with what you have means you don't need much to be happy.

That doesn't mean to get rid of materialistic things, no but rather consider them as a tools than something which identifies you or rules over you.

Abigail_Austin

RimCaster wrote:

Rimcaster's Poem

I think...you are wise beyond your years.

Abigail_Austin

The Phone Call

What do you do when you want to connect,
But you can't think of what to say?

And you have them right there
And you want to reach out,
But you can't seem to find a way?

And you're spent,
And you're tired,
You're so uninspired
It's been that kind of day.

And your friend's on the line
But this silence sets in
And it won't seem to go away

She's like..."laundry" and "food" and "that migrant who sued" and that song that I promised to play.

I'm like "chocolate" and "socks" and "I'm in a shit mood" and I hope it all turns out okay

And then silence
Just silence
More silence
Just silence

Why can't I think of more words?

And it's awkward,
This silence
I'm nervous!
It's ending!
I'm terrified you'll end it first!

And now I remember
Why I hate the phone

It's performance anxiety
Piped to your home

Through the telephone lines
And the radio waves

And that's hardly outweighed
But the time that it saves

In the silence,
I fumble
I talk about how
I can't think of something
To talk about

I can't just be present
I can't just be calm
I can't narrorate as I'm driving along

It's all or it's nothing
I can't do halfway
And since I have nothing
To ask or to say

I say that I'm sorry
I say that I'm tired
The longing is there
But I can't get inspired

And I'm far too nervous
To patiently wait
Don't want to hear the words,
"It's getting late."

I know it's such nonsense
Not sure why it's worse
But I'd feel like a failure
So I say them first

But I don't want to go
I wanted to wait
Fear got the best of me
Phones are my enemy.

But letting you go
I wanted to say
Something more weighty
Than have a good day

I hope you could feel it
The weight on my chest
Wanting to say more
Beyond all the rest

My words have run dry
As they often do
But I can't help but feel
That there's more to get to

So I'm grasping at words that will let it shine through
When what I long to say is just, "Hey! I love you."

Zoe_Ana

This one's a short one. But I think the message is there.

Head lifted in the air
Back straight and tall
Her heart has finally been laid bare
And she's bracing for the fall.

~~RimCaster~~

Dedicated for My younger self, when he faced troubles.

I had nowhere to go
Yet you took me in.
I was dirty and hungry for love.
Yet you took care of me and fed me with love.

I fallen on my knees.
Yet you held hand so I could raise above.
I was ridiculed for being different.
Yet you told me it's fine to be different.

I was hurt and scared of future.
Yet you healed me and raised my spirit by telling "You will grow stronger"
I couldn't sleep
Yet you sung lullaby for me.
When I had nightmares
You embraced me.

I looked for your guidance.
Yet you held my hand tightly, walking with me toward future.
I looked for acceptance.
Not only I found it but laughed of my past troubles, as they seemed fickle now.
I looked for strength.
Not only I found it but I became strong myself.

My greatest hero was all time along side me, that hero was me.

~~RainbowPitch~~

This was actually written for a character of mine.

Thamiorn's Lament

With a death of a year,
Dies a piece of us all.
A death to the creatures,
And the lovers they call.
A death to the flowers,
And the leaves as they fall.
A silence that thickens,
And grows to stand tall.

The fall of a season,
And the flowers that fade,
Give way to high summers,
Flower graves in the shade.

The set of the sun,
Chasing rise of the moon,
All things are to die,
And give way to new bloom.

Though colors may darken,
Black as a dark boon,
Do not worry your heart,
New colors come soon.

Though silent fall songbirds,
Asleep e’re more,
New hatch young songbirds,
E’re brighter than ‘fore.
And so is the cycle of darkness and light,
Of sunset and moonrise,
Of blindness and sight,

E’re more be the cycle,
‘Neath Time’s stony gaze,
E’re more be the path,
Of life ‘n’ death to amaze,
To dance round in circles,
For death’s not an end.
Just a flow of a circle,
Of which there’s no end.
Endless flow of the circle,
To which there’s no end.

~~nightmqre~~

This one sounds more like a song to me.

Why?

I feel so lonely.
Why?
I feel so empty.
Why?
People tell me reasons
Why.
And yet it all seems to be
Inside
I question
Why
I feel this way
Why?
I ask myself.
Why?

I tell myself
I ain't got nothing
To be sad about.
My life is great,
Friends are all around.
My parents are still together
Though their relationship is strained.
People love me
And I ignore who don't.
I've got neat stuff
Yet there are still those chains.

People don't get it
Why?
My parents say I don't have it
Why?
"You ain't lived enough life!"
Why?
Everything is always
Inside
I can't get the help I need
Why?
Do I really it though?
Why?

I ain't got nothing
To be sad about.
My life is fine
Yet I always have a doubt.

I'll just ignore the way I feel
Why?
Because it's not real

The original layout is a conversation

I feel so lonely.

Why?

I feel so empty.

Why?

People tell me reasons
Why.
And yet it all seems to be
Inside
I question
Why
I feel this way

Why?

I ask myself.

Why?

I tell myself
I ain't got nothing
To be sad about.
My life is great,
Friends are all around.
My parents are still together
Though their relationship is strained.
People love me
And I ignore who don't.
I've got neat stuff
Yet there are still those chains.

People don't get it

Why?

My parents say I don't have it

Why?

"You ain't lived enough life!"

Why?

Everything is always
Inside
I can't get the help I need

Why?

Do I really it though?

Why?

I ain't got nothing
To be sad about.
My life is fine
Yet I always have a doubt.

I'll just ignore the way I feel

Why?

Because it's not real

Dharlas

Context - I wrote this when I found a box of memories around a time when I had broken up with my then (and again now) ex. Its some of the less cringy things I have written

Upon an expidition did i see,
a shoebox left lying for me

With a flash of hope did i feel,
as i picked it up and kneel

Upon it's rough surface was dust and sincerity,
of moments kept in ernest clarity

To open the box i find not what i needed,
i breathed a sigh and proceeded

Within i found not what i was looking for,
but memories of a long lost lore

With haste i tore through,
seeing each memory too

With each sight of old,
an old story was retold

After searching through again and again,
there i found a paper, nay a note written in pain

As i noticed the printed words i said,
"What cause was there for this to be read?"

At page's end the message was clear,
i was once young and much did i fear

Through stupidity i let the traitor,
hurt the one i most favor

Though once young and unaware,
i never would've knew how we now fare

Though the note stopped in time grows tired,
i feel as though i have been wired

As the note is placed atop the pile,
i close the lid with a smile

"Once forgotten were two,
and two forgotten who"

"Rejoiced together through storm and weather,
just for the chance to be together"

"Now one forgotten is found,
the other must be abound"

"For dashing beside me in a field of barley,
is none other than my sweetest Charlie"

Zoe_Ana

What Could Have Been

Maybe I thought I knew you once
It was quite a while ago.
Maybe I felt the way you did once.
Now all I feel is this bitter cold.

Maybe I used to laugh with you.
Maybe I held you dear.
Could be once I cried for you
Before you left me stranded here.

Maybe my heart pounded at the thought
Of leaving you alone.
Maybe once it even stopped...
Before you turned to stone.

Maybe if I'd known you better
I'd see how you pretend.
Maybe if I'd listened better,
I'd still have my friend.

(*Okay, that got slightly depressing toward the end, but while I was writing this, I had just watched Merlin Season 5 Episode 13 and I was thinking about the dynamic between Merlin and Morgana, how once their relationship could've been something more. So, this was sort of from Merlin's point of view. And in a way, if he had taken the time to explain to Morgana about how magic wasn't a bad thing (back when she was confused), maybe she wouldn't have turned evil. But eh. Also, Merlin had lost every one of his friends (almost). He'd lost his father, Balinor. His love interest, Freya. His first friend outside of Arthur, Lancelot. Not to mention Gwaine. But he'd also had to kill Morgana, and if you watch Merlin, you'd know how he doesn't like killing anyone. Or anything. And he said he blames himself for what she'd become. And then to top it all off, Arthur died in his arms. Merlin had lost so much at that point, so that's where the poem is coming from.*)

RisingoftheSpirit

A cold light still gives,
An old life still lives
A forced smile is still a smile,
A gift is still ... a gift

Battlefields inside our heads,
Sometimes the war feels lost
Wrong message sent, we play pretend,
The truth remains the cost

But infertile soil is still beautiful,
And grey skies are still art
A song is never meaningless,
if it's always sung from the heart

Grace in stormy weather,
Confident in our strides
The picture is always better,
When we color outside the lines

You are your best feature,
And you'll always be your harshest critic
But your life is more than a theater,
Your expression is more than an exhibit

There's nothing we hate more,
Than to admit how much we're worth
Our souls are tempered steel,
Still forging in the hearth

The process never ends,
And that's the beauty of it all
The struggle is hard to carry,
But you've been carrying it all along

Getting stronger, being a better you,
You've achieved so many things
The sky's the limit, my kings and queens,
And you've always had the wings

~~Darion~~ (played anonymously)

I Won't be Your Burden

Wether I'm beaten
Or bruised
If I win
Or if I lose
If my world is gone
Or if I chose...

Wether I am betrayed
Or if I just fade
If I fade from your memory
Like our long forgotten song
Will we carry on?

If we can no longer sing our song
Or if you can't breathe
If my hands can no longer hold on
Or if I leave
If the void crawls dim and long
Or if it's fate up my sleeve...

Wether I am betrayed
Or if I just fade
If I fade from your memory
Like our long forgotten song
Will we carry on?

Tell me what you want me to hear
I've heard it all before
No matter how many times I sleep
It's always the dreams
I'll believe you
I'll deceive you
Pretend that it's ok
Deal with the pain
Struggle in the rain
I'll keep it

I won't be your burden
No
Not anymore…

When the fights turn into screams
When all I do is dream
I still love
A heart that aches
A heart that breaks
With each word that bites
In the darkest of nights
Our hearts intertwine
You're lonely
So am I

I won't be your burden
No
Not anymore…

Wether I am betrayed
Or if I just fade
If I fade from your memory
Like our long forgotten song
Will we carry on?

Just know
If you pity me
If you break me
If you hate me
If you simply don't want me
You'll still always have my love
If we were once tied
Strings may be severed
But my dear
My heart still holds our torn ribbons

But don't worry
You'll forget me
Even if I don't

I won't be your burden
No
Not anymore…

~~StarryStarryNight~~ (played anonymously)

I'm the kind of person
That people blow off.

The kind whose suggestions,
Make people scoff.

It's a vibration,
I seem to put out.

All of my motions,
Full of self-doubt

Nobody fears me,
Nobody can.

When someone hears me,
They don't hear a plan.

When I try to roar,
I...merely can meow.

When I try to stand tall,
I buckle and bow.

This isn't their fault,
It's my mental health.

How can one expect respect
Who can't respect themself?

Abigail_Austin

At the end of the day, people are people

People get bored, people need structure

People need goals; someone to please

People need roles; something to be

Abigail_Austin

The Unwilling Captain

note

(Wow, this is interesting. I picture it as a musical...on a stage, with a single crewman talking to the last officer alive after a battle at sea, with the ship now adrift. Or, as the naval-battle themed dream sequence of a disillusioned professional)

note

And yes, this is totally, completely about my career situation right now. This was very therapeutic.

I spent my energy,
but where has it gotten me?
I've steadied the ship,
but I'm still lost at sea.

Maybe if I just show up.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll just show up.

No one knows what they're doing, but they just show up.

And they stay afloat with some wind and some luck.

*dream sequence starts, crewman is talking to the inexperienced officer, trying to convince him to exercise his authority*

Everything's fine,
That's what they've got to think.
No one's dying,
That's all you've got to say.

There is a plan.
That's all there has to be.
*points* See? There's the plan.
That's all they have to see.

And things will keep moving
The ship will be fine
Even if you have to move it
One piece at a time.

It takes an hour,
To move just one yard
But we're still afloat!
So far. So far.

*officer starts to pace*

Where's the real Captain?
The Captain is dead.
There is no Captain.
The Captain's in their head.

When they see you
They just see the outside
When they see you
They just see your vibe

If you're calm, they'll be calm
If you're sure, they'll be sure
If you're scared, they'll be scared
If you're mad, they'll be mad

If the boat is on fire
And you say that it's fine
They'll keep on rowing
And buying you time

It's all appearances
Everything's appearances
Everything's appearances
The sparkle, the shine (*touches metalic insignia*)

If you think
That everything's fine
Then they'll think
That everything's fine

If they think
That everything's fine
Then we're already
All the way there

*crewman points towards land*

It's all an illusion
It's all a game
It's all perception
It's all the same

If they believe you
Then we'll stay afloat
Only you can sink the ship, and
Only you can give them hope

*shakes head, unconvinced*

Where's the real Captain?
The Captain is dead.
There is no Captain.
The Captain's in their head.

Find a real Captain!
There's no one but you!
I can't give orders!
But they don't know what to do.

Others are better!
There's no one else here!
I'm not a leader!
But someone's got to steer!

Surely there's someone!
If someone, then who?
Please just find someone in charge!
The one in charge is you!

I can't make decisions!
But someone's got to chose.
I can't pick winners!
But someone's got to lose.

Find a real Captain!
There's no one but you.
I can't give orders!
But they don't know what to do.

MercyInReach Topic Starter

Abigail_Austin wrote:

The Unwilling Captain

Oh wow this is a really interesting and lovely read. I love how it tells a story and kind of progressively gets more and more desperate.

p.s I hope your work situation gets better.

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