Words of thought

[LK82]

I wrote this over a year ago.

 

Shadow

 

Eyes are vital yet careless to see

Its vigilance has become quiescent to me

A breath into darkness has surrounded me

Watching blind folded as the future approaches silently

 

Wait just a minute gather your thoughts

How can this be, Im alone in the dark.

My surroundings have changed yet still Im alone.

How did I get here, where have I gone.

 

My thoughts overflow and recite its self

I must some how restrain myself

Still I object to my thoughts and why Im here

I know for a fact the answer is near

 

Then I hear a loud sound, a thump in the dark

I hear its breath roar, it scents fear from my heart

My patience is diminished my eyes are a sweat

My legs are now numb feeling distress

I stand to walk but feel paralyzed

My dismay has control over my size

 

At my breath now what shall I speak

Shall I ask for forgiveness for I am weak?

Should I kneel to its force and say I am yours

Or will it crush me as others whove knelt at its door

 

Unaware of the light of hope which returned

Awaking to loneliness as quite is stirred

There was no such thing, but my imaginations kin.

 

I look all around and see others the same

As we look at each other with suspicion in mind

And forget all except our profits in mind

 

So we find our seat for its ours to possess

And proceed to make comfort at our lonely nest

Within a moment, again, the darkness arrives

 

This succubus has returned with fever of hate

Am I prepared to handle my fate?

My eyes see movement of the darkness Im in

Then suddenly a reign of hope begins.

 

A voice in the light calls out to my name.

Close your eyes my son and have faith in me.

But I cannot do this for the beast will be free

To attack at his will if I cannot see.

 

Close your eyes now; I will say this no more

The voice is speaking softly yet stronger then before.

Close your eyes now for you dont understand

The beast is your mind and your soul is the dark.

What is this soul is it mines to possess.

Yes my son its your most precious gift

 

Now close your eyes tight and think with your heart

Your eyes can no longer help in the dark.

Ive given you all and youve chosen such few

For so much love I still feel for you

 

It closes in slowly pressuring your faith.

Its sound adds weight to my growing distrait

I question you father for why am I hear

What is the reason for living in Fear?

Why is it dark but so Im not blind

Yet my eyes see nothing but thoughts in my mind.

 

Understand one thing youre free to be loved

That feeling you feel is love in your heart.

War is not the answer to all of your fears

That beast can be loved it wont leave you in tears.

Before I leave now for centuries and more

This last thing I say remember it for sure.

You must first love what is within

Then think for your life until it must end.

After it all your answers Ill hear then final judgment ill pass when the end is here.

 

Here is where it all begins, till the end is revealed

Forward to an unseen future for a man made from man

Upon the path of life played throughout the sands of time

Journeys and experiences can always be retold

But your life in essence will one day grow old

The view of a loved one brings comfort untold

A salute to your life when your child is born.

To a child from love comes a child worth loving

To a parent who cares has a child whos caring

Who views his mother thru his caring heart

And his father the mentor from his growing start.

Little time passes in life before it is finally gone

And this story is to be told when life has begun

As Seasons come and go; days pass away as night turns to day.

Happiness is a luxury we cannot always possess.

Sadness, a misfortune we do not want to possess.

Life is full of these things that are called unexpected

Man is born with promises of freedom and pursues happiness

but never is child promised reality and its bitterness.

He is thought to overcome much if he tries hard enough

yet he is judged by failures if he fails long enough.

Our triumphs are remembered and marked in time

as history tells tails of what man has left behind.

While living in the present and remembering the past

yet the future is a story with an unwritten past

the future is blurred like a thick fog and wind

but this future will one day become your best friend.

How you treat this friend is how you treat yourself

forgiving your wrongs and moving on with your help.

Trust in what you find when right is against wrong

And if your judgments can be rewritten, then rewrite them in stone

And if you still make a mistake now and then

Remember that in life you must first become your best friend.

Edited April 7, 2008 by LK82

[Arpa]

VERY GOOD!

OK!

LK!

I think I/we know who you are.

Edit. My bad!! Sorry!

Welcome LK.

Edited April 7, 2008 by Arpa

[LK82]

Lol. Who?

Im happy that you liked my poem but I have no clue who youre talking about..Should I google them?

82 is my birth date. LK are my initials, actually, LKK are my initials. but I forgot to include the middle K when I created the account.

 

P.S. Lola sounds like a girls name, Im male.

[LK82]

Rose

 

A rose that had bloomed the first time I could see.

To sleep in the arms of a love so sweet

No conditions no regrets unconditional love is all I would get.

The love of a mother so sweet so kind

Could be replaced with none of a kind

Thos who don’t know will always regret

To have never have a mother whom you’ll never forget.

 

[Ani]

Very Nice!!!!!!!!

 

Welcome to the forum LK82...

[LK82]

Thank you.

[Zara]

Rose

 

A rose that had bloomed the first time I could see.

To sleep in the arms of a love so sweet

No conditions no regrets unconditional love is all I would get.

The love of a mother so sweet so kind

Could be replaced with none of a kind

Thos who don’t know will always regret

To have never have a mother whom you’ll never forget.

 

 

Reminds me of something I wrote a long time ago.

 

Nice to meet you.

[LK82]

Why dont you post it so we can read yours too?

 

Thank you, Its a pleasure being here.

[Zara]

Why dont you post it so we can read yours too?

 

Thank you, Its a pleasure being here.

 

If I can find it. It's not on my computer so I have to look through a whole mess of papers when I'm free. I like the feeling of paper and a pen. I can edit but I still know what I wrote before the revision. I do that with almost everything.

 

I'll post something if i can't find it though. Promise.

Edited April 8, 2008 by Zara

[LK82]

I kinda know the feeling, I like my handwriting so much that sometimes I write just so I can stare at it.

 

Cool, lookin forward to it.

[Zara]

I kinda know the feeling, I like my handwriting so much that sometimes I write just so I can stare at it.

 

Cool, lookin forward to it.

 

Want to share some of it if it's that good? My handwriting is ok. It's very italicized. The weird part is that I write sideways for some reason. It just feels very comfortable.

 

I can't find it. Sorry. anyway, here are two. I didn't want to put anything sad or revealing of myself because they're too personal, I guess. But I think these should be a little fun. They might even take away the edge from some of the really sad poems others have posted. Anyway, here we go:

 

 

Below is a mock epic? Hope that's right.

 

 

Young Andy

 

 

The stomach of young Andy roared with pride

As he went rushing towards the snacks he eyed.

He ran with stolen legs of antelope

And stared with starvation at his last hope.

He felt faint and thought he would collapse then

But his femurs pulled him closer to the den.

 

As Andy approached the treasure of gold

A monstrous beast stood before his mold.

The beast whipped and lashed at him with its tongue;

But he pushed it aside as though it were a pile of dung.

Alone and tired, he limped until no end

And plagued with enervated limbs to mend.

 

As he impatiently reached his destination,

He quickly grasped for his salvation.

Then, opening the squawking bag of joy,

He looked at his beautiful Chips Ahoy!

He licked his lips with an undying thirst

And dove his hand into the pool, head first.

 

Andy engorged himself until he ballooned;

Soon all was gone but crumbs and Andy swooned.

He sat and soon heard a frightening cry

And, looking down, he felt a wave pass by.

His stomach roared again with shame

And Andy was once more hunting for game.

 

---Zara

 

 

And I wrote the one below just a few minutes ago. I was thinking about the bee 'crisis' and what-not from the 'tooth topic'. I'm also a little bored if you can't tell yet.

 

 

 

Without Bees

 

 

What is a world without its bees;

Only filled with honey

And some sweet melody?

 

Would it be free and gay

With bare feet roaming among fragrant flowers

That swarm the fields without delay?

 

But, if that were so, where would the buzz be left to brood,

While sloth inactivity and languor

Spread with immense fortitude?

 

And how will the sting spread its pain

Upon a numb society

With no nerves or knowledge to gain?

 

Sometimes the world itself seems like a terrible place

And it could make due with a bit more space.

But without those bees hurting your fragile grace

When will the time come for life, by you, to be embraced?

 

---Zara

 

 

 

 

I think I could fix this one a little. Actually, both could use a good run-down.

 

 

[LK82]

Sure ill share, after I get a scanner.

 

Cute poems, andy sounds like my little cousin always looking for food and cookies.

 

The bees, I liked it, whats more is that it generated the sudden urge in me for honey butter and bread..nahmean?

 

I guess most people write about sad things...I personally dont have any cookie filled poems, maybe I should work on that, most my poems are love, life, or death.

Edited April 8, 2008 by LK82

[Zara]

Too special, aye?

 

I guess so. it's true. Same with music lyrics. I have really deep and thought out stuff but I won't post anything like that anywhere.

 

Oddly enough, I have one on goose bumps. i guess that's what happens when people get bored.

[LK82]

This is the closest I'll ever come to a cookie poem. When I wrote this cookie poem I didnt feel like my heart was in it, It felt like something I had to do just to see if I can do it or not. a/w here it is.

 

 

People.

 

 

Some make you smile

Some make you frown

Some might make you want to drown

 

Some come and go

Some come and stay

Some of them try to stand in your way

 

Some you won’t know

Some you don’t want to know

Sometimes some things are just better this way

 

Some are real nice

Some are too mean

Some make you laugh

Some make you scream

 

Some are real smart

Some, well just are not

Some just kind of seem to talk a lot

 

People I mean, well who else would it be

 

They sing and laugh and dance & things

People are humans and feelings they have

Their brains are squishy but a skull they have

Their eyes sometimes pierce thru armor and shield

But one thing for sure if you poke them they’ll bleed.

 

[LK82]

Enduring the Sea

 

This ship had long sailed but the port went fishing

As the ship struggles to return whats missing

The men are half-yelling, fearing their fears

But a Captain he is, his conscience un-queried.

 

Opened the sky and out came season

Tears of heaven surrounding his reason

Never wet or tired from thoughts

Like the woman he loves dancing his thoughts.

 

For whom is this story darkened by season

Darkened or dark struck without a reason

Yet reason has no cure from time or season

Colors his thoughts and confirms his reason.

 

A man stands on planks and shines a hope

Sailing into the wind awaiting a moment of truth

A moment to prove to men his sails are not loose

His ship was once lost but now has returned

Silence from the men whose fears unconfirmed

Quite as the captain ponders his moment

Planned his success now plans his next moment.

 

Levon K.

Edited April 25, 2008 by LK82

[LK82]

Here is another one I had written awhile back. I just recently revised it.

 

 

 

"Darkness of love"

 

Has he gotten to close, their passionate night

Arouses her most, shall he cease the wonder of his body to hers

Yet his heart’s on fire for her touch so divine

Proceed they may with consequences of flames

Eternal abyss in exchange for this day.

 

He no longer could hold the lust in his heart

Fallen to an angel with lips of his heart

She feels the same way, but silence of words

As their bodies recite a hymn of two birds

 

Their moves like a choir of loving in chorus

While he mediates their love with breathtaking glories

Her voice sings with screams of joys in his arms

As they paint the nights end as lovers in arms.

 

But amazing the game which fate has played

Its heart a castle without a slave

Concealed in dark the showing of this day

That cruelty of her mind was to his display

 

Castaway into shadows seeking shelter from love

And the pain his mind has brought to heart

The pain of emptiness from her touch

Is he ever to be himself without her tender kiss.

 

They were set to be one as lovers’ in arms

And would never part their eternal hearts

To walk down a path of holly truth

Swearing to each other binding words

Would take each other as who they may be

And would love one another for all eternity

 

Yet he did not seek love, but a love worth seeking

A slave to his feelings, wanting what existed only in mind

To want who was a stranger that warms like no other

And yet a faded idea, clouded as unknown by the one he loved

 

A prisoner in heart with chains of gold

Priceless to those who can spend it, but for him a mere taunting feeling

Of possessing so much thought and so little reality

War at all fronts of emotions

 

How he could make this agony end!

Turned to painful fading of love, like the suns shade into depths of the night

A mere memory of what shined once so bright

But it is called love for no simple reason.

 

So many know the way he feels the heaviness in his mind

Yet he struggles alone to let this go since failure is not his own

No one to care no one to know what his life has brought him see

Silent cries within a heart which no ears can set him free

Evil thoughts creep thru his head as night comes at hand

Perhaps a struggle to let this go, the heaviness which has fused his blood

Grown a depression from this illness of weak self control

He no longer can stop the forbidden pleasure of poison in his soul

Prowls the nights as a soulless man in search of a quick fix

What he’s become so young and pure with endless choices to fulfill a wish

No chains held him down strong enough to keep him from success

No longer a man but a monster who knows no truth no question worth to answer

No path to walk unless it leads to this poison he’s grown to love

Addicted to death with clear explanation to why he’s become this way

No clear way to avoid this day no way to leave his pain.

 

The man was in love under clouds of rain with no shelter to ease his strains

He turned to a last hope in escaping hurt the only way he knew how

On his stone he wrote should be written, and the following is how

 

“Passion of love turns to death of a man”

 

As he closed with a final breath...........No longer a sound.

Edited April 26, 2008 by LK82

[Ashot]

Levon jan, here is an advice from me to you - COPYRIGHT YOUR WORK!!!

[LK82]

You're right It's time I should. Though I do have legal proof that Ive written the material I post.

[LK82]

Just a small Part of something I wrote for my class....

 

A mother sits on the cold soiled earth with nothing but a thin dress made of cloth and a shawl covering her head. She holds her child in her arm’s gently, with a touch of firmness to keep the infant warm. She sits with tears dropping from her eyes from the hunger in her stomach, yet she doesn’t regret feeding her last piece of bread to her infant that she loves so dearly. Sitting on the ground her mind storms for how she will feed her infant the following day. The woman is exhausted from her thoughts, yet she does not sleep, she prefers to think her night through. As the hours of the night become smaller while those who are not hungry sleep through.

 

Hunger and man go hand in hand as its pain is not lonely it is our friend.

 

To whom do we owe thanks for the gift of life when silence is given in return of sorrow. As a world of many sit and watch while hunger seeks those who lack loving.

 

In a perfect world there would be no life, since life is not perfect at all. The unbalanced profits who cut at the throats of those who have nothing at all.

 

A pity mankind has become, so confused and lost in its thoughts. So abstract and involved with the future that it has become blind to what is now.

 

What is where and what belongs to who is the only thing that concerns the depths of flesh.

 

A piece of soil and a job well done has become more valuable than the creation of man.

 

Empty for change filled with violent screams. There is nothing in this world for a person who wants to be different, only voices of hate, and the echoes of their kin that travel the world to pierce your heart.

Edited May 20, 2008 by LK82

[LK82]

Past Living.

 

A shadow of fatigue, in a step too short, for a walk that needs no move

This love has faded away, leaving a bloody stain on her heart

Her diamond sparkling eyes were the largest he had ever seen.

Shinning like a reflection of stars off a crisp and calm sea.

Such beauty and mysteriosity in the depths of her eyes

Yet she searched for a scent of affection, and a glimpse of some hope

That just maybe, he might once again feel the same way too.

Sensing a cold, and dark blue colored sea

With no port for her heart and no harbor for her soul

Out in the storm of life a castaway and ashamed

Lost in the farthest reaches of life, in solitude this lonely day

Searching herself she’s roamed his mind she’s in it in every way

She’s in it every day, how she has poisoned the channel

From her heart to his mind

Sooner she would take a drop of death then to see this end with another.

Floating thru the air in a vision of love not knowing this vision is through.

Failing to understand that once loved, always broken are you.

 

 

Levon K.

Edited May 21, 2008 by LK82