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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.

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

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 XD

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"

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.*)


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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

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…


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?

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

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.

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. <3

This is one I made from my website
It's called the suicidal parent.
There was a parent and she was a beautiful as can be.
She didn't feel that way.
She got more depressed.
But she stayed long enough for her child to turn 17.
She got so depressed.
She went to the rope and hung herself.
She killed herself and she now regrets it
This is the tale of the suicidal parent.

I miss your touch
I miss your face
Being held in your warm embrace
I miss your smile
I miss your laugh
So distant now, like a pale holograph

So far away
Yet so near
Cling to me my dear
The time here now
Tis only a phase
For our future we do chase
To hide this away would be the greatest sin
At least that's what they say
So now do I pray

But then call me a sinner
Cause I'm no saint...
Hand me the canvas and paint
I'll imagine our love
A picture, oh my!
And they can all wonder why
But does it matter?
Do I care?
Not as long as you are there.

I miss your touch
I miss your face
Being held in your warm embrace
I miss your smile
I miss your laugh
So distant now, like a pale holograph

Soon, forever joined shall we be!
Stronger than any romance seen on TV…

My rhymes all suck…
Here is a duck:

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I like reading these

Darion wrote:
I miss your touch
I miss your face
Being held in your warm embrace
I miss your smile
I miss your laugh
So distant now, like a pale holograph

So far away
Yet so near
Cling to me my dear
The time here now
Tis only a phase
For our future we do chase
To hide this away would be the greatest sin
At least that's what they say
So now do I pray

But then call me a sinner
Cause I'm no saint...
Hand me the canvas and paint
I'll imagine our love
A picture, oh my!
And they can all wonder why
But does it matter?
Do I care?
Not as long as you are there.

I miss your touch
I miss your face
Being held in your warm embrace
I miss your smile
I miss your laugh
So distant now, like a pale holograph

Soon, forever joined shall we be!
Stronger than any romance seen on TV…

My rhymes all suck…
Here is a duck:

tenor.gif

Yours are always so clever

Yet another day has passed
It's shocking that I've made it last
Along, so long, a new approach
To dive, head-on, despite reproach

An ulcer forming in my gut
Three people might not be enough
Conductors make parts synchronize
The head, the arms, the feet, the eyes
It's still a sloppy symphony
A fragmented catastrophe

Discernable, but still a mess
And yet we put it to the test
We're still running, haven't quit
While on the judges stand they sit

I'm still here, I swagger by
Yet scared to look them in the eye
I try, in vain, to make it clear
That I'm not loud, but I'm still here

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