[CL] Some poems and junk

[Mykalwane]

Function Prologue

History is a mystery.
Riddles remain from easily seen truth.
Given time to see, yet that is to be.
For it to be, what was to what will have paid.
Toll to pay only for a chance.

To someone so dear, appears so queer.
To have the shadow look at the light.

It is a delight that the painter of the stars has given in trade.
Plucked to be collected here.
The ink of the realm, this world to be written.
Never to make a thing, but only to set the stage.

At the end of this path, while at the beginning.
The road ahead turns, the signs bend to match.
Giving the signs, before meeting.

Run in riddles, till met.
All to set the stage.
Ready to engage.
The path to be seek,
comes to the feet.

[Mykalwane]

This one is part trash pile from working with [mention=32476]Ioreth[/mention] and part there is a cute gal at work who talked to me.

Doors Open

A lady of grace
Did eyes trace.

Fowl a mouth,
Ready for a bout.

Make a body stupid.
Words blaring putrid.
Leaving the mind muted.

Always in contrition
for her diction.

Those wishful days of bliss,
Where it could end with a kiss.
Never this, always a miss.

Only open the door
for one day more.

So when do you not post about something lovey? ;P

It has a bitter sweet story you know, but then, you must because you wrote it. The end, is it a wait to see them the following day.

[§hadow]

Doors Open

A lady of grace
Did eyes trace.

Fowl a mouth,
Ready for a bout.

Make a body stupid.
Words blaring putrid.
Leaving the mind muted.

Always in contrition
for her diction.

Those wishful days of bliss,
Where it could end with a kiss.
Never this, always a miss.

Only open the door
for one day more.

So when do you not post about something lovey? ;P

It has a bitter sweet story you know, but then, you must because you wrote it. The end, is it a wait to see them the following day or that they will likely only come back one more day?

[Mykalwane]

Yea, been a case of the GM doors close at 10 and us both getting off work. So I am opening the doors for her so she can get out. Wishing it be more, but she has eyes on someone else. So just enjoy the time with her, wishful of what might be. Left looking forward till the next time I can open the doors for her.

[Mykalwane]

Can't seem to write with any focus. Tried just scribbling down some things in hope it have some form or function. Really don't feel like doing anything. Then again been lost in the frutility of Tomb Raider.

Some scribbles

Into the night pondering as well as wondering. Is it the time? Or, is it simply the ringing of eyes? Knocking of knees bound to the ground.
Oh what lives we of a certain disposition live to have unwound of the suspicion. Down the walks lost in talks of simple balks.
Never to know when a sliver of light unquestionably cut one down.

Given the long-forgotten bower of truth that drapes a shadow over the mind. Hope be little to find. Ever the night zealous to kindness.
Strikes it down with a simple coin. Only a secret enemy to give a hand show another. The true inequity of their being.
What crackling words be spoken. Dim horrors new-begot, behind the fleeting breath.
Tell only of what dusk to close, on this quint being.

What more a ponder in a wonder, then lost time in vestige. Vagrant hope of fatality marches forth. Grasping straws of reality. Only met with regularity.
Bars to paint cell don bounteous garden never to know collar of death. Varnish husk of a being, never seeing. Keen only to leaning.
Touch only a heart the a coins slice. Ready for defeats slot.

[ImmortalJed]

Doors Open

A lady of grace
Did eyes trace.

Fowl a mouth,
Ready for a bout.

Make a body stupid.
Words blaring putrid.
Leaving the mind muted.

Always in contrition
for her diction.

Those wishful days of bliss,
Where it could end with a kiss.
Never this, always a miss.

Only open the door
for one day more.

I like this piece. The ending was rather...apt I guess is the only word I can think that fits. As is normal with your stuff, the ending rhyme is great and you have superb word choices. I wish you the best of luck with the girl you wrote this about too

Some scribbles

Into the night pondering as well as wondering. Is it the time? Or, is it simply the ringing of eyes? Knocking of knees bound to the ground.
Oh what lives we of a certain disposition live to have unwound of the suspicion. Down the walks lost in talks of simple balks.
Never to know when a sliver of light unquestionably cut one down.

Given the long-forgotten bower of truth that drapes a shadow over the mind. Hope be little to find. Ever the night zealous to kindness.
Strikes it down with a simple coin. Only a secret enemy to give a hand show another. The true inequity of their being.
What crackling words be spoken. Dim horrors new-begot, behind the fleeting breath.
Tell only of what dusk to close, on this quint being.

What more a ponder in a wonder, then lost time in vestige. Vagrant hope of fatality marches forth. Grasping straws of reality. Only met with regularity.
Bars to paint cell don bounteous garden never to know collar of death. Varnish husk of a being, never seeing. Keen only to leaning.
Touch only a heart the a coins slice. Ready for defeats slot.

This is strange, but it's also a good read. I liked it, and I think with a little work it could be improved upon. That said I currently can't work out where those improvements could be made. Hmmm.

I'll have a think. In the meantime keep up the good work

[Mykalwane]

Started with a request from Cotton an artist I love her work of.
She did this thing below, so I wrote this.

http://cottonillust.tumblr.com/post/509 ... -so-lonely



Sat alone with thoughts

Nibbling on loneliness it brought

All seeming of naught.

A spicy distraught

Once full gone of fraught

Long time no see Mykalwane

I love the image and the poem fits it perfectly. It's very sad, and dark, and lonely. I get the image of the narrator's despair Very sad. I really like the use of rhyming words without them sounding forced.

Please post more! <3

<3 Rhyme!



That's so cute and dark (depressing) and we've missed your artistic talent of works Myk. ;_____; At least I have. <<;

[§hadow]

<3 Rhyme!



That's so cute and dark (depressing) and we've missed your artistic talent of works Myk. ;_____; At least I have. <<;

[Ehryn]

Long time no see Mykalwane

I love the image and the poem fits it perfectly. It's very sad, and dark, and lonely. I get the image of the narrator's despair Very sad. I really like the use of rhyming words without them sounding forced.

Please post more! <3

[Mykalwane]

http://painsleep.tumblr.com/

Wrap in day's light
did feet take flight.
Head toward delight
of death's blight.
Grim arms affright
hold tight.
Aleave life's plight
through love's affright.

[Mykalwane]

http://cyanineblu.deviantart.com/art/I- ... -341004335

Mechromancer

Bullets fly
none can deny
Trap of death
From my Mech
Feel my wrath
Body be wreck
Mercy be beseech
None be requite

[Mykalwane]

Working from something that inspired me to write been working well so far. This one was what I thought to write after Extra Credits episode.

http://penny-arcade.com/patv/episode/dansky
Dansky

When you start, you start with a word.
A simple murm, a voice to be heard.
Be it something that starts a hoard
Be it something that starts absurb
It is word that occured
For it was not disregard
For it was to be incurred
Of what you start with.

[Mykalwane]

Profanation Question

Be it better

used and abused
or
alone to atone?

Bound by false tongue
or
neck pulled wrong?

Actions of tawdry
or
left in quandary?

To hold a false friend
or
be true to you in the end?

Lamination in manifestation.
Cauterization heart termination.

[Mykalwane]

Easy to figure

Luscious lips long lamination
On days such as this
Narrow the vines of damnation.
Grow weary for salvation.

Dawn of others joy.
Away from sweet bliss.
Yonder will be rest.

[Mykalwane]

Ok had joined an RP in CS called Eden was thinking of how that might have changed the world. I was thinking my character might be storyteller for trade. Telling tail of things he had seen on his travel. One would be in Oklahoma where the tornadoes never stop, of a gal who rides a house. This all in part of him on his journey to Boston. Things getting in his way, of course, but all leading to stories to tell. Another idea is of Red Skin Necks. Where this group of red necks and native indians had banned together where he got a banjo in trade for some skins. Just another of the weird ass things that might of happen after the event. Things that you wouldn't of believed happen, in a way creating new folk tails. Though this comes more from the point of tall tails have stuck in my head over the years.

Bold did she rode.
~

Resting on chair
Came a sight to stare.

Winds did blow
Pulling houses in tow
Did they bob and flow

Beauty of a lass
raised cold a glass
as they sail pass
Cheer what a blast

Queer the sight
took on a plight
to take flight.

Lass grabbed some sails
Told by all sure fails

They could kiss
her piss,
waving a fist.

Took to air
waving her derriere

Winds did blow
Pulling houses in tow
Did they bob and flow

Oh did she go
Sails did row
winds did blow
Off did she go.

Around Oklahoma
find her aroma

Where tornadoes roam
In air did find home

Bold did she rode.