So here is a new poem.. written cause BD wanted me to speak of the rain.. I really like this one, but it does only speak of a little part of the aspect of the rain. Maybe I am using terms that has already been written, when it come to poems about the rain. But it’s something I for once really don’t think matters.. I am hoping that you’ll find something that will speak within you, if you read it. I don’t think I need to say anything more, what I think and feel, I think for once is very clear.. Yui

Rain
By Yui J. H.

the tree selflessly extends its life,
within the soft feeling of the mountain-air
while the green-bamboo-flute
interwove with the sound of tears
…
in the morning shine, the dragon-fly
fuses with the echoes of time,
soothingly encircles the falling pearls
descending from the weeping sky
…
like the leafs
soaring through the space of autumn
the water-drops faintly flow
into my open palms
…
silk-rivers, floating with the wind
gently caressing the flower-petals
while elusively streaming,
within the memory, of my childhood rain..

Not only is this a fantastic poem, but even you said you like it!! I've never *ever* heard you say that. *smiles*

as u can see yuui.
i love it.thankyou muches.!

it was a really good poem

I love your work. I missed your earlier works, the ones before this thread, but what I see now is amazing. So eloquent. A beautiful simplicity that I absolutely adore. You took me somewhere else. I'm not sure I want to leave...

Your affectionate uncle,
Shintwist Screampaste

A great poem Yuui, it's so "oriental", very kind...
Ah, and i don't really hate you, i want only to steal you a smile *he's a smile-stealer*. I've to do better if i want really to see you angry so...:P (sorry)... *huggles yuui* :P:P:P

im back again....*smiles*

escape arives from what seems like an age.....he thinks upon her messages...fair mistress to say you are like me is a great honour.... such kindness is what i felt.....

He smiles and laughs....perhaps dear one perhaps.......i can only guess if others see me as the way i see myself...at least here though it seems i am proven wrong... he thinks....

what you've written next dear lady i feel the need to question because i don't understand.....but questions can confuse things as well as clear them up and destroy other things like what meanings others mite see in words....i have read you'er poem..and perhaps now with this information...silence is the only way i can understand........

escape turns to take his silence...before he leaves he smiles and says.. you are just a incredable friend fair mistress..thats all that i mite say as to an explornation.......he fades silently in to the distance.........................................

you have amazing ways of putting words in such a flawless fashion

hmmm....?

hmmm? indeed

sigh...

*awaitng yuui with the companion of a single candle*

escape waits for the fair ice mistress's return...amougnst the cold of the clouds....

_______________
:ph34r:
*sighs*
candels almost gone.
maybe i shall fetch her?
naaaaa..shes busy.
*looks out window into the rain*

escape hovers....he looks at the warmth of the dindiling candals last embers...........oh, fair mistress were for art thy?..........a disapearing tear of worry shatters...against the back drop of the cold skys and falling ran...........as the water drips down his face he lites him self a ciggrette then slowly he fades into the distance..................................

candle is almost out...i do not have another one...

It has been a long time.... We miss you.

Where have you gone?

yuuiiiiiiiii - jin :'( ^'_'^ *cries*

I am fine, so do not worry, my friends… … ..I don’t want to talk, I really just don’t want anything at all for the moment. I lay staring into the silence. Forgetting time and space. I just want you to know, cause it seems like you need to know.. need to know… … … thank you for caring . I leave you This pome: Let it speak On its own.. maybe it’s where I am heading, but do not worry… … …It is Life //Yuui


tender losses

Lets love…

timeless

timeless

TimeLess

Lets stay one

…out of breath…
no more ties
Lets go away

Lets disappear

Into the silhouettes

Become forgotten memories

Lets die
..... Say Goodbye .....

let us decide

no more words

Aw...

that last poem was depressing my friend.. but has a depth that is amazing for the short amount of words.. :5:

If I could read your work every second of everyday id be one privaliged happy girl!xxx

you've returned my friend!!!!!!!!!!.......he read's her words.....darkness in clouds "lets decide" ....."Say Goodbye" fair kindred ....we you're friends........me your friend....just don't forget us (crying) ok.

for this last poem i hate you *grins
ok not at all :)
*hug.... *stops
ahem :P

Somewhere someone ended up loving Every shard of life, but that isn’t me. I don’t think it will ever be me. I guess that is okay… this poem, not finished as I write this, is about me and nothing else. Poems I written before, have never really whole been about me. …but this poem is completely me, as much as I can let you know. I guess at the moment this it the way I want to speak…not through contact…question answer reply and so on. Maybe I am scared, maybe I am thinking to much of being brave. I can’t tell really what the reason is. But in away this thread is turning out to be more about speaking my thoughts, then about escaping through my poetry. I hope this will be okay, and I’ll try to answer you when the words arise. …and don’t think I don’t read your poetry, it’s just that I can’t find any words to say what I think or maybe even what I feel. I am sorry for that… I just hope that this will end soon rather then later… thank you for your thoughts, you are truly good people. I just wish I had more words to give you…

breathing seems to come as an equal to life...
your words are taken to my heart..thank you

AWWWWWWWWWW yuui chan! Your poetry is so sweet and... damn they've got something i do not completely understand, they're special, nearby the artistic perfection :D! Do you want protection?
Let me embrace you
*huggles

*floats in lifeless..and slams on the floor*
nice..poems..i miss the' yuui.
well..laterz.
*floats out*

It reads as a familar...

sometimes life is not fulfilling enough and does not seem worth living.. but yet we hold the facade and keep moving forward.. yet unaware of any motive.. you not only capture yourself in this poem yuui.. but a little bit of you that many of us can relate to in one way or another.. i love it.. :5:

I love this poem. . . It brings forth a thought that probably comes to most of us here who write. . . "What is the reason?"
Breathing. . . I just love it, the last line was the greatest one.

I love your poetry. . . to me is one of the greatest here. . .

thank you everyone for your words...they mean a lot.

I should be hit for not keeping up with your posting. But as always. Beautiful Yuui. Beautiful.

I have missed you yet again!

very nice, sorry for not visiting in awhile

As many times as I've read the last poem. . . . I seem to never understand its full meaning yet I believe that's what is fascinating. . . On the other hand. . . It could just be me. . . I'm not really sure. . . . *thinks* . . . . *gets a headache* anyways I understand. . . the raw meaning of it. . . but not really it core. . . or the feelings put behind it. . .

Good day Yuui,
Long time... long time. I see your still write strong and your spirt hasen't yet been suppressed. I'm glad you haven't gave in to inner weakness as I have. Sorry .. for not reading all of your new additions. I wanted to leave you this note first before reading on. I'm sure.. each one will be a surprise filled with new wisdom.
*hugs and kisses*
I missed you greatly
with most undying love and affection,
~narti yzarc~

i second deaths thoughts..... yuui ummm listen i don't know if you've read my thread lately or not...i wrote my poem "Oh, fair dark mistress" about you...i don't mean to ask you some many questions....i respect your distance...escapes thinks and give himself a head ach....i think you started poetry as a release....and now it's become some things else.....i am your friend...with no explanations needed if it should make you feel uncomforabile...it's easy to see the beauty and perfection in our work...its less easie to comprohend....fascinating maybe but thats not what drawns me in.....i care about the person and the friendship behind and beyond the words...(i hope that exists)....poeitry is a gift to express yourself ..#thinks#

i write stuff some times and question weather or not i want to post or hold on to it till i get it's meaning...i guess it just caring about what i do and wanting to express my self to the world, to be honest and to kept my self honest...it's like a test ..if i can express it in writting then i can say it...

your friend always escape

i make yuui happy..with looney smilies!
yuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuuiyuui!!
:velho: :tomcat: :tomcat:

Cemetery girl: thank you

CSAsniper00: thank you

Death Victorious: thank you… all the names are people that have taken their life for one or other reason… maybe it will help?

Narti: missed me… thank you, my friend

Escape: thank you…….I’ve read it…..I can’t give you any answer, ‘cause…….I don’t know anymore. ……my poetry, is what you want it to be

BD: you make anyone happy…thank you

in the complete darkness, we stood there watching

him in the light
in the middle of the silence

waiting for the embrace of his voice

words that never reached our ears

when the world moved in slow-motion
far away from our reach

crushed to small parts
tears..
all we had
was those tears

when all that he was
was another naked soul, ..like us

oh. . . I get it! lol so this last one has the same meaning as the other one right? *scratches head and kisses Yuui* I really do not contain words to express feelings so confound as the ones I have, but my dear friend I just want to show you that I am always here for you, I just want to be the vase where you put your thoughts, memories, tears, happiness in. I know it's hard. . . And this has nothing to do with the poem itself but with the strong feelings of friendship I have for you. You are a very important asset to my desire of poetry. I find reading your words to be a true pleasure as well as an honor.

sighs.....your pioetry is you'ers don't forget that...i can only guess at its meaning..and thoughs scattered pieces...are collected in my brain and i can only claim the pictures they make...there true essence rests some were with in you...complicated strangers one running nervouis he's looked into the looking glass and last another friend

escape close's his eyes and disapears...............

I wish I could write again. You make me want to. But it just doesn't come out like I want it to anymore. Your work can have so many meanings that only you know the true one. It's what I like about you.

Death Victorious: the last one doesn’t have the same meaning… it describes more the feeling around the image of and artist on his stage.. standing in the light, after the last song.. and all there is… is the silence between him and his public. That is the image I had when I wrote the poem.. but you are maybe right.. Maybe it’s a description of the last moment of an artist.

Escape: …and that claim is the poem… what my mind make the poem of is not important. It’s what you see that is important..

Cemetery girl: you can write…it’s just to write your mind. Paint what you see when you feel.. isn’t that what it’s all about?



soundless ...the bell is broken… time is faraway
somewhere screaming… desolated… ..thrown into disconnection…
………………..it reaches out… ..speaking words……never spoken before
..malfunction ..growing……under the skin..
.….tears unknown but pain..
black shivering sky ..streaming like clotted blood…
…steps.. deep within…beyond of what it seems…highlighted…with mindlessness
..crooked…by illness.. …one star fall.. into the trashcan..
irony tastes
dripping….with ivory.. …….a crummy need ..in loveless-ness…

This place seems so odd...so distant...I do not recall the last time I have set foot here...Well...I hope you are doing well...

soundless ...the bell is broken… time is faraway
somewhere screaming… desolated… ..thrown into disconnection…
………………..it reaches out… ..speaking words……never spoken before
..malfunction ..growing……under the skin..
.….tears unknown but pain..
black shivering sky ..streaming like clotted blood…
…steps.. deep within…beyond of what it seems…highlighted…with mindlessness
..crooked…by illness.. …one star fall.. into the trashcan..
irony tastes
dripping….with ivory.. …….a crummy need ..in loveless-ness…


you know dear... your poetry has a touch of artistical insanity, i can rarely find in another poet... i'm used to write like this sometimes.
It makes you fool in the deepest abyss of your own mind... beautiful... isn't it?

Missed you a lot

P.s.: I guess you read neon genesis evangelion...

You are always missed, greatly.

I love your work, always have and always will.

Maybe I will write. One day I took a few of my first 'poems', if you would call them that, sliced them up and put it back together to make a bigger one. Thats the closest I've gotten to writing in a year.

Beautiful works. I like like I do when I walk into the Rialto or other buildings in the nicer part of town ... like a dirty street poet ...

The simple oomph behind your quiet lines is humbling. You could force the world the stop in silence, were it able to listen and read.

Thankyou.

Ilmarinen Draugr, Baron of Darkness.

You all give me to much kindness...to much praise Much more then I deserve.. You think the greatness is in my words, the structure ..the images I portray. Such is not the case… the greatness is found in your own minds. You are the ones that create what you see, feel and think. it isn’t me, and will never be me.. cause the ones that are making wonderful poems.. Is all of you. and for that I thank you… you given me so much, when you write what you think, feel and see… it’s the greatest gift of all…and for that I praise You…

your admirer Yuui