wow..I am so wonderful for making myself feel all these things by reading these words...amazing I am..

your poetry. . . as I've said before is the greatest paradise my thoughts can ever live in. . . your words. . . are full of mystery and wisdom. . . and time. . . There is something that you have that most of us don't, there is something inside each sentence and thought that. . . keep us coming back for more.

Thank you Death Victorious, I really don’t know what to say…I smile when I read your words, cause you give me words that are telling me that what I write gives meaning. Thank you..

Buddha/Robin: you’re right.

Baron Ilmarinen Draugr: no thank you, for such kind words… thank you so very much

Cemetery Girl: thank you.. well I think you have it inside you, you just have to open up to it

The Forsaken: my friend thank you.. insanity; I think I am insane, weather it’s artistically or not doesn’t really make any difference I think.

Donovan: well it is cause I am distant… not sure of when I am here or not. …I am okay, for the moment. It comes and it goes, it’s hard to explain… but thank you for coming by.

This pome; it don’t know why I wrote it… it’s a feeling.. a bouncing red ball that appeared on a road I once took. I like it… it has a meaning. A good one.. maybe you’ll find the same one as I did.. maybe you’ll find another. I don’t know I am tiered now… I’ll try to come back and give you all something inside your own rooms; threads…
Yûi




the fusion melting between our eyes…our waltzing breathing
the need to know to see and touch.. a collarbone to kiss.
this feeling; that is making us shake, shiver …pulse and want,
that burns and terrorises our selfish minds…
the crying when we define our actions
on the borderline of the last moment …above the universe
…are all dreams and wishes.. words we bind by whisper
into another soul’s ear…

Yuui, all the words I've written for you. . . you are well worthy of them. . .

And the last poem was incredible and so full of talent.

short but deep... a pearl about humans fears and wishes
*claps hands
( ^ _ ^ )

Thank you Death Victorious and THE FORSAKEN.. thank you very much…

_______________________________________

Alas it’s been a while sense I written anything.. why? Mm I guess I could wagely say that it was because of personal matters.

Anyway… I am quite well. Sure there are times when I am not, but I am getting better with dealing with it. *smiles* In a way the darkness within is a part of me. I really don’t see it as a bad thing, except when bad things happen. Ah well.. I don’t have much to say, I mostly here cause I wanted to say that I am alive, that I haven’t become one of the living-dead yet *lol*.. sorry that was a bad one.

I am leaving you a pome.. it’s name? mm.. I haven’t really thought of one.. but maybe Beni *smiles* it’s Japanese for red/crimson. What my thoughts are on the poem? *smiles* that is my secret, though I hope you will enjoy it.

Yours Truly Yuui

_____________________________________________

______Beni______

I’m cold___like there were snow falling___from the sky.
I open up___my red umbrella.
In a soft gesture I let it rest______on my shoulder.

taking small steps___towards the revolving bridge.
I hear their singing___my lips smile,
as one leaves me a soaring feather____within my hand.
a small breeze___gives it to the river.
it sails______sailing away from my eyes.

I let myself___float on through___the same journey.

at times life seems like a free floating journey we have no control of.. yet if you stop and think about it.. all of the responsibilities and ties that we have hold us down.. and some of us could only wish to be so free..

yuui!
ahhh swept away by the words held by
winters frost..my ciricle my eyes
and warm my heart.
believe me as i always in you..
the snow and the poetry that surrounds you.
beauty frozen in your time..
endless words outway mine.
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great stuff yuui.
i shall come back after halloween
and take a look at maybe any new ones.

Astareal: mm... I see what you mean, and I can understand that people think in such ways. But like two "people" have said before me: there is only to do.

"anything you put your mind to you can do"
Gackt

"there is no try, only do"
Yoda

what I am trying to say is that the things we want to do, we should just do. 'cause the opsticals we place before us are just our own fears. The importance is to know what you don't want to do and what you are not. ..okay okay I know I am not making that much sense.. but that is the best way to explain it.. mm it's only through knowing what you are not that you can understand what you are, ne?

BD: *smiles* thank you so much for such kind words. You know it's really hard to come up with something that is even close to such kindness that you showe me.

maybe I will have written something new by then, but at the moment I have so much studying to do, and I am going to Finland for a short time too. So I can't promise anything.

yes i understand what you are saying :5:

Yokatta, that is that's good!

sometimes when I haven't slept for a while I start to write somethings that ends up being to difficult to read or just doesn't make any sense at all. but it seems like I did kind of okay last time around. *smiles* I guess I wasn't as tiered as I thought I was.

ah the wonderous Yuui has returned! I feel quite blissful. It's truly quite good to see you my friend. How are things, over there? Hopefully not that bad.

Your recent poem was beautiful, I could understand its meaning eventhough I am not quite sure if the meaning that I hold for it has really what you wanted to draw out to the reader. It was practically what Astarael said. :) Good to see you mate.

Death_Victorious: thank you. well things have been up and they have been down. that's the best way really to describe it, though I have been sick a lot.

my "poem" beni can be about what you and Astarale think it is about. I can see that side of it too, but at the same time there is another side of it. 'cause when I wrote this poem I didn't have any thoughts about it having any other meaning then what I portrayed.

I see the poem as a small movie, in japanese-historic settings, 'cause that is how the poem came to me, and that is what it's truly about. maybe I had some influence from Su Tong's novel Qi qie cheng qun shu nong (the red lantern) and from a picture, of a little girl in a red kimono with a big red umbrella, that I have in my room. probably these are things that have been in my mind, and then fused into a little story inside my head.

a story about a gril that unfolds her umbrella. walks onto a black-brown lacquered bridge, and takes her life by jumping into the ice-cold water. the only sign of her is the floating umbrella downwards the stream. that is what I saw and wrote, after all I don't see word I see pictures, images and movies, inside my mind.

I hope this explanation of the poem gives you a different view on me, 'cause everything I write doesn't have complex or life revealing meanings. sometimes that which is told is all there is to it. my point is enjoy the ride and don't try to analyse everything I write. ..even though I like it when you do that. *smiles* a well now you made me tell my perspective on this poem, though I said I wouldn't tell it. DAME YOU J/K *smiles* I hope you are satisfied.

Your Friend Yuui


“-If I would say that I am bleeding..
would you answer me with the right question?”


I float around_________on the floor_________in the dark_________thinking
convolutions of pain

I keep on trembling_____I am in a kind of a high

where the lights are out of touch_______and the I wane hold you so much
is out of place

when salty drops_______fall from the corners_______down to my lips

depeche mode is playing on the telly_____and I want those silver-wings
that they offer

someone to take this pain_________and devour me

but it doesn’t make any sense

so I stop time________on the floor__________in a frozen position

so the tittle is a bit different, but it decided for it self that it was the tittle, and I see no point in going against it’s own will, that is the poem.

Yuui

And it's a poem I admire. *smiles* It's wonderful, I love it. Kool style, as are all of your writings, really. Keeps my keen on it all :)

xxx
Emz

I don't sleep

I can't write

endlessly I try to reconnect

I wish this where a nother poem... a story

but this is nothing of the kind

just my words... telling, seaking

a way out

it's painfull

but I find myself thinking I like it

so I stop thinking.. I don't want to remember anymore

and I pretend that I am holding some kind of blade

cutting myself open

but I can't cry

and I am not bleeding blood

tears that can't be seen... I can't even find them

it's funny how I run back to what I know

without any reason, without any fear

the pain is still the same... although the numbness came long ago

it's okay if I die, right here right now.. that I already know

happy? sometimes

happy within the darkness

no more hidding.. but it's the best thing I know

I want to say; no more life, no more sorrow

but no one will come to save me..

I am so tiered of this.. yet it is my only drug

a wonderful drug

that keeps me close.. close close to the coldness of of my own walls

*Screams like a lunatic person* Damn I fucking hate myself for not checking your thread constantly, since I am such a selfish whore by staying enclosed within the walls of my own poetry thread, I have missed the poetry that inspires me the most. . . shame on me! *kicks herself*

Anyways, as for your response: I guess I suck.
But you are right, sometimes words are just words, and the meaning is clearly in front of our eyes. . .
Yet as for my intentions towards the reader. . . I like my poetry to have individual meaning. . . you know?
Whatever the reader thinks about it, that's it. . .

For the poem in this post:

The "Right question. . . " - that's an awesome concept. . . You are the only poet that teaches me new concepts, so I like you.





The poem. . . It was awesome. . . The first two lines forced me to continue on with the poem, they are, let's just say: Very appealing. Sometimes, this darkness that we thrive in is not the worst case scenario of our lives. . . sometimes it is the expected happiness that thrives within our most valuable dreams. . .

Oh yeah, I say poem. . . even if you say it's not. . . heh.

Yuui: I appreciated your poetry and in my opinion, your poems also talk about something old inside of us, not only our own prision,but our way to go deep in it and come out again,like a continuous movement in search for a thing.
But that in reality are like little parts of something bigger...the pleasure, the pain,the desolation...all these expressive meanings create the idea of something inside that's much more compared to what's shown... like a complement.

Death_Victorious:

"*Screams like a lunatic person* Damn I fucking hate myself for not checking your thread constantly, since I am such a selfish whore by staying enclosed within the walls of my own poetry thread, I have missed the poetry that inspires me the most. . . shame on me! *kicks herself*

Anyways, as for your response: I guess I suck.
But you are right, sometimes words are just words, and the meaning is clearly in front of our eyes. . .
Yet as for my intentions towards the reader. . . I like my poetry to have individual meaning. . . you know?
Whatever the reader thinks about it, that's it. . .

For the poem in this post:

The "Right question. . . " - that's an awesome concept. . . You are the only poet that teaches me new concepts, so I like you. "

mm... it's okay.. it's not like I myself have been around.. inside of other's threads. ..and no you don't suck.. this is why I don't like giving away my vision of my own poems. it makes people see it in the light of right and wrong.. and that isn't what it is about at all.. all I really want is people to read and feel.

thank you... well I don't know if it is a concept..it is more of a thought about what is the right question to ask, when you already have an answer you want to give.

"The poem. . . It was awesome. . . The first two lines forced me to continue on with the poem, they are, let's just say: Very appealing. Sometimes, this darkness that we thrive in is not the worst case scenario of our lives. . . sometimes it is the expected happiness that thrives within our most valuable dreams. . .

Oh yeah, I say poem. . . even if you say it's not. . . heh. "

it is what it is... if it is a poem to you then it is a poem.. and thank you for your kind words.

Rhyvenne:

"I appreciated your poetry and in my opinion, your poems also talk about something old inside of us, not only our own prision,but our way to go deep in it and come out again,like a continuous movement in search for a thing.
But that in reality are like little parts of something bigger...the pleasure, the pain,the desolation...all these expressive meanings create the idea of something inside that's much more compared to what's shown... like a complement."

thank you for such kind word.

I desire wings.. To arise towards the sky

Into the embracing infinity… with a smile

I tear ...inside this sea
of breathlessness…


so heavy…
…every moment.

Is this homelessness, this feeling
of consuming loneliness?


can you hear…
…every drop of its melody?


spreading my arms. Long gone…

with a smile …
I want to leave for my wilting dream

hold it close …close within your Me




Fading in and fading out… this circle of life, I don’t know anymore what it means. Everything feels, in its strange way, out of touch…maybe it is all meaningless, these countless days and nights without any sleep. I tell myself that I can’t sleep. I am just afraid of the dreams… of the past darkness. The thoughts reappear and vanish, in the corners. I no longer know for what I am writing… it all seems so off. It all feels like fancy words, sometimes like kindergarten rhymes. Maybe I should just stop… and take a bow for the times I spent. *walks out*

Hey...We all try to be free someway...it´s interessting I read something about wings when I start to like angels... or beings that are close to that...I don´t know,just some ideas...

nice words...I would like to see more of them

You shouldn't leave. . . have some free time, but you shouldn't leave. . . I just love your poetry so much. Maybe we should establish a personal conversation between you and me, maybe you can tell me what is wrong with thee? but I fear that you may respond to me, Nay. Alas, I will wait for your return, surely a great poet as thou will have some more words for me to drown in. . .

As for the last poem:

It is beautiful. . . like always. . .
What is this lonliness that you speak of?

Rhyvenne: I guess...

Buddha: mm... thank you, I think.

Death_Victorious:

I want to write in beautiful lines,
and in that strife, for originality, I end up remolding other people’s words.

I portray, but never my own portrait,
and if I for a moment find my own words,
then they disappear into someone else’s context.

I feel ...I have no words of my own…

I find a melody inside, and I want to write it down.
I listen to the pace, and flow with it. Can I really write what I feel, put the imageries into words, that are my own way of seeing?
or will I end up with the same thought and structure of someone else?

To write have become so frightening, that I no longer can find my own mind.
It feels like a pressure, to write… I want to write what I am,
what I see
what I hold inside,
but they don’t want to be seen as they really are.

I think I am afraid of seeing my own words, and the change they will bring
into my life.

...mm.. I don't know if I really have abything to talk about.. but if you want to talk you can always write me a message.. or post something here.

and thank you for liking the poem.

Yuui

yuui!!
always enjoyed to whats on your mind.
but just remember i have not gone yet,
and will be here..just in case u need
to chat about the things that trouble
you so much.
you did promise to tell me someday...
and this dragon is still waiting to help
her very good friend yuui.

My dear friend. . .
*gives her a rose*

. . . I always believed that the words which are write. . . are not mine. . . I understand exactly what you are going through. . . many a times. . . the poetry that comes out of me does not relate to me at all. . . these words they don't belong to me. . . they belong to those who read and understand them and can actually feel something from them. . . a sort of comfort in knowing that maybe out there someone understand the pain, the anxiety, the anger, the mix of emotions that they are going through. . . I see poets as "angels" at times. . . they bring comfort to the broken heart. . . and paint a messege with their words. . . which sometimes can pierce even the most extraordinary pain there is. . .

Though, in a sense those words are rightfully yours. . . it is not about originality if that is what you fear you lack. . . eventhough I must confess your style of writting is above all others in my opinion. . . . It is about what you feel inside the connection that you are able to feel from you, to the words and to the reader.

BD: I haven’t forgotten you
and I still remember my promise,
but it seems like I am not ready yet.
it saddens me a bit that I can't give you a clean cut answer.
gomen-o-sai! my friend.

Mind Filth: mm...it's not a fear of lacking originality. it is it's wavering in my mind that pulls me back…it moves my thoughts away from just writing, and pulls me into the thoughts of structures, and have someone else thought about this in this way…and so on...

and thank you for your kind words..

I listen to the monotone sound
of water drops
watching how it blends ..with the illuminating light

The thickening drops
sink-inning .in-on the tarnishing wings
tainted like over-flooded skin

Spreading my bones in silent smiles
I’m a dessert landscape
floating in its own solutions

Griping for a moment more
with stretching the written lines

More time

Very niice, I hope to see more of your work more often

alrighty then..i shall just sit and wait
behind the shadows of my friend yuui.
whenever you want to turn arround..you'll see me.
listining to whatever u gotta-needTa say.
*smiles*

It's nice to see the lovely Yuui is still at her best. If not getting better.
I love your work. I wish and should check this thread more.

<3CGirl.

Black_Starfire: thank you... it's very kind of you.

Cemetery Girl: *smiles* thank you... it means alot that it's the way you think of my poetry... thank you very much.

blackdragon: Hey my friend..
I don't know how much I will be here...
maybe it's cause...although I am writing again
though in a pace that is so slowly so slowly
that it's like time runs so very very fast...

so I'll let you know... I have a place were I write
about me...
it's a place that I haven't been at for long
...but it's my little home of my own
I guess you can call it that... anyway... if you go there
you might find out more about me then you thought was possible
*smiles* mm ...well it's not much at the moment
but I guess it is closer to what is me
and how I am doing...

I might turn out to be fairly normal you know...
so if you don't want to know such things...
then don't go ...Yuui

go here >> Yuui no Kokoro

well tell you the truth..im almost never here either.
not anymore.
somthing else has got me by my chains.
dragging me into another place in time.
i guess..then you are on you own then...
ill leave the promis alone.
take it back..in tired of trying to
help another wich is scared of my help..or me.
help yourself!!!

soka...then arigatou

interesting words...too bad I have to go to another sight to read them
I hope all is well...or at least silent

I guess that is "too bad".. but that is how it is at the moment.. mm I am doing quite well.

I accept the way it is...hehe
I am glad you are well..I am well as well...what..thats alot of wells...
hehe..oh well

*smiles a little*
is it really something that needs to be accepted?
I mean after all
what did or does my words give those who reads them?
ze no... it's good that you are well..

Yuui

I think it is evident in most cases what your words has given to those who have read them..just read the replies..
thank you

mm.. maybe so..

Ne, why do I like to see…

I don’t feel the pain

I go blank, and just smile

…glass…

the means doesn’t matter

…sharp…

as long as it cuts right through

it feels like I am floating

this feeling, I wonder if I can live without it?

if this is falling

then I want to keep on falling…

Like that last one, nice ending. Hope we can hear more Yuui!

mm... thank you.

we'll see...

I hope we do see more...would be a shame if we were not able to read more of your words

mm... I guess so.

yay!!! more more more

haven't seen you around here recently but i guess you can say the same about me. i don't think we've talked in over a year, but belive it or not i think this last year was worse then the one before, i wasn't even able to come to this site for about 8 months. i've read up alittle and would like to read more but i understand your busy....

Reminiscing a melody of the past,
the soothing tears… and the lonely echoes,

...in this cold rain, I want to hold you a while longer
For a moment only let you be mine
Hide you away a little longer…

…………and it breaks me, repeatedly..

I wrote this a while ago…
unsure of what I was feeling at the moment
I guess I am afraid of finishing it
still I want to give it a wholeness..

It tears inside when I leave loose ends
when I know that there is an unfinished story
that needs a ending. Demo
at this moment I can only feel the warm yellow-photography feel
of the words I then wrote

I am unable, in this moment, to find its ending.

3 months… and still no answer..

At that moment… what was I feeling..
..sadness is what comes to mind, but perhaps it was loneliness .
a small fumbling feeling of a dark space within my chest.
a squeezing feeling that still appears ..at times

clinking piano pieces ..with streaming windows
…don’t say to much.. don’t think at all
just stray in the unfinished memories.

…
“…………and it breaks me, repeatedly…”

I’ve fallen in love with my own words..
…still it’s the silence that whispers through my fingers
Smiles
although it’s painful.. I wonder if it really is painful..
I’ve become unsure of what I am feeling
if it all just is a act of wanting to be seen.. be…

does it really matter what’s real and imagination…

balancing on the lines… that seem to be fading.. is it really alright?

..is this life all a lie …consumed in printed inc letters
…is this life dictated by fiction.. a few lines of a story
unravelled in a answer found by the reader…

Imagination makes it real..IMHO of course...
What you scribe brings me to explore the inner reaches of my own thoughts and emotions...and for the love I have for some of my very own words...To fall in Love with them...I think that is key.
I could be wrong, been known to happen before.

I love your work and hope to see more in the future.
Peace to you~

Beautiful words. So far, at the same time, so close in scenes and feelings that come and go to feed a melancholy that also feeds you. A book of poetries should be called a book of memories...it always rescues things of the past, like an album full of pictures.

Ravenous; hum… really..
I guess I waver when it comes to the importance of my words
…sorry
Lately I have been writing in an uneasy mood
un-sure… and for the most not making any sense
so we’ll see if this… will be embraced with thoughts.

Rhyvenne; mm I believe you… memories often become a part of what we write
I think that is why I have been having difficulty to write, lately
Sometimes I see thing about myself I just don’t want to see

Thank you ravenous and rhyvenne for your words…
And for you I leave this…
I am sorry that some parts are in Japanese
If you want me to explain them, tell me…

Yuui

しだい に さえていこう…

Until there is nothing left
…but a silent pain
I want to cut
きたい…きろう
Go deep in under the skin
and release their screams

this dull feeling
..
the darkness embrace
my heart tumble
as the fingers seek another way out

…it’s so cold…

in every breath
there is always another thing to cut out
it never ends
it stay’s the same
its name only change

tunes and lyrics
poems
half done stories
untold truths
I let them rest with unseeing eyes

Images passing
when the train accelerates
the snow is still here
the landscape wavers and disappears before me

in this moment I want to cry
like never before
I want to scream to you all
“kill these words of mine
steep out and forget I ever was here”

but I don’t
I stay, remain
within this silent song
howling with blades

I didn’t know I wanted to bleed this much
…

しずかなしが はんらんして
ずっと ずっと
はんらんして …きたい…きろう
…
しだい に さえていこう…

It seems to walk among people with a lot left to say; to feel somebody´s pain and die slowly with it...
The poetry tell for no one to remember, there´s a feeling of blame there. A feeling of that kind of death where one wants to be alone...

The parts in Japanese created a misterym they allow us to imagine more.

But, just curious, what do they mean?