Hey you ^_^ sup.. haven't talk seen or heard from ya in a longgggggg ass time... i think it's been a year or two anyways. Hows it going?

Wonderful work indeed -I really enjoyed Beni Post 506
And of course all that follows.
I stand frozen in time waiting to read more.
Thnx so much for sharing your talents :)

しだい に さえていこう…
lets fade away (lets disappear gradually)

きたい…きろう
want to cut… lets cut

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…
The silent blood floods
always, always
floods… want to cut… lets cut
…
Lets fade away (lets disappear gradually)


Rhyvenne; mm… I really don’t know myself what this poem is trying to say,
but I do think apart of the answer is what you stated.

In my mind my thoughts goes along distant roads…
And I some what remember.. it’s all me

That is what comes to my own mind reading my own poem…
although I am a bit unsure of it.
Ah well… thank you so much for reading and telling me your thoughts.

Narti; yea it’s been a while… mm not that much, I think.
I have been so rapped up in school
and the trying to figure out things about myself,
that it feels like time has been standing still. How about you?

Crvlvnx; ah… thank you so very much… I don’t know what to say.
And I am sorry that I am not writing new poems as fast as I once did.
So please be patient with me…

Yuui

…Light is burning out
…hold
a feeling that slowly harbours inside

hold…

mmmm
I can feel it
these bewildering sensations
hold

familiar to this dark place
…hold…
until there is nothing more to be felt

..stay...
stay here
stay
hold
and don’t let go..

just hold on until there is nothing more to say..

until there is nothing left to hold

funny how I want to cry… express what I feel inside, without it being known. How shall I express myself.. I think a lot about this. I worry that my words will be found pretty… mm that isn’t it… I am afraid that they will sound pretty, and become something that states nothing but lies. How shall I express my emotions without making them into a mush of dressed up nothings. I think I have a hard time being honest. I am afraid of speaking the truth, ‘cause what will then be left of me? Silence seems to be the way I speak… I don’t want this emptiness, sadness or loneliness to disappear. ‘cause without it I don’t know what I am. I want the sadness, the feeling of being guilty of something. I like being the victim, ‘cause it’s safe. It’s a place I know. And it’s easy to be there, to take the long way out seem hard. And though I smile and laugh, I like it better when I am alone, hiding away… crying in a cold empty room.

I am afraid of the future. At 24 I look around and it seem like everyone else have made it. And I am afraid that if I don’t succeed in what I am doing now, I waver if I can make it at all… my thoughts are occupied with "what if I don’t make it". I don’t want to live of others.. I want to take care of myself… I want to earn my own living. Still I waver… and this fear… this small sickening feeling that fills me, takes so much space that at times I can’t do anything but shut down. ….at times I wonder, if I don’t make it, will I take my own life. So I won’t bother others with my own failure.In those moments I think I have gone to far… and I tell myself that wanting to die is another dramatic solution, that I have been seeking to use. *smiles* thinking that I’ll use it to be seen, to say HERE I AM. In those moments I want to call myself drama-queen. Still there are moments when I inflict harm on my own skin, though I pretend that it’s just the attention of it that makes me do it. “there is nothing wrong with me… this is just one of those moments when you want others to feel sorry for you” ^{Funny though that I always find excuses to why wounds appear…} There is nothing wrong with me… I think I am just afraid of not making it on my own.

This is me.. 24
A student living in Sweden
Wanting to become a writer, but is unable to write any stories
Wanting to become a painter, but unable to compose interesting art
Wanting to become a song-writer, but can’t make music
Unsure of what will become of me
Unsure of where my feelings will end up doing
Afraid of living happily…
Not wanting to lose this feeling of sadness, self hatred and loneliness
It’s all me…

You are beautiful IMO
Your words convey what you write.
Thank you for sharing.
I will keep looking for more from you.

me nothing new. ^_^ got my comic published i travel the country now. *shrugs* been to busy to come on the sight anymore. I go to conventions blah blah blah.. nothing really exciting. I don't write poetry anymore. I really should i miss it so. it's a good realize for pint up stress.
your lucky you got school.. i dropped out. did to much traveling to really stay with it. I really shouldn't tho. *sigh* I miss ya hun a lot.. no body could write poetry like you. I think thats why i remember ya so much. Your's had a way of touching the reader..

Your words have really evolved, but they are yours <3

~huggles you to death then disapears from whence i came~

brilliant i'll be back for more

Narti: mm… but I think you don’t have to convey poetry by writing. If you think the lines, not writing them down… it’s still poetry you have created. Now I don’t know if you have had the time to create poetry in such I way… but I think that you are carving out another path for yourself, that perhaps doesn’t need you to create written poetry. And unlike me you seem to have found your path in life. I guess doing what you love bring along things that aren’t that exciting.
And yea maybe I am lucky that I have school, but eventually it have to lead somewhere. That is something I can’t see coming, for the moment.
Thank you… I just wish I could live on writing poetry. “AH!!! My secret is revealed”*Laughs*
Well, I wish you the best.. walk with a curved mind ;-)

Yuui

Pinup Kitten: Perhaps they have… no you are right it has changed somewhat. Maybe it’s because I am growing up, or looking at things in a different set of eyes, then before. I don’t know, maybe the reason is that I am falling in love with my own words… *smiles* maybe that’s why…

If I died that way.. I would lay in your arms and say “what I pretty sight, I wish you could see it. How beautiful life is as it pass you by” J/K… hum, but maybe I would say something like that… ah well it’s good to see you again…

Yuui

MysticCookie: thank you very much.. and you are very much welcomed back.

Yuui

Moving away...........afloat with the rivers
on the other side of the window
sorrows float ashore…

my own tears
my loving fingers

“reaching out to find… there is nothing here…”

a faint smile
that stays with the sadness
my own imagery that reflects a thousand times
…on papers
astray, bewildered in peace…

“…on the naked floor
my feelings seem to be forever changing”

falling out of consciousness
wandering among different kinds of me
my eyes close and opens
to altered seasons

I appear to be different
determined to look ahead
as pieces of the world dissemble and fall

my eyes turn to see
it aches....“I seem to be the only one watching”

pausing time

Moving away...........afloat with the rivers
on the other side of the window
sorrows float ashore…

my own tears
my loving fingers

“reaching out to find… there is nothing here…”

yup, its definitly changed! Judging from your last poem you've been doing a little soul serching. thats good. I feel as if my writing has diminished though. I dont feel as if its the same quality. Maybe its because I'm reletively happy now. Strange?

Pinup Kitten: mm.. I don't think it's strange.
and it's good to hear that you are happier.

Where water falls, words fade
the full-moon gleam deep within in mind
a dim light is all the memory
embrace

Tainted… with overflowing arms
white soft sheets
binding my wingless being
to this solitary weeping place

the vision you give me is one of something distant yet so close.

Beautiful. I don't know what to say. Everytime I read your work I become stranded in your darkness. So haunting but. . . gentle at the same time. . . I can't really express to you how enlightened I am. Really, all I am able to write to you, is the fact that in many instances perhaps in all, I have felt what your words have made me feel, or reminisce about. Truly you are a great writer. The abstract feelings, the undefined themes, the vague but yet so strong emotion. . . your words cover something so deep and so dark, yet it all pours out into the heart. . . words mean nothing, yet words mean everything.

well done as always, my old friend. i dont even know if you remember me, but i remember your words from years ago. are you still in school?

VirginxCorpse; thank you..

QUOTE

“Really, all I am able to write to you, is the fact that in many instances perhaps in all, I have felt what your words have made me feel, or reminisce about.”

I am touched by your words, even though you say it just what you are able to write, 'cause I wouldn’t be able to write such words myself. I am really grateful for the fact that you are talking about my writings from your own perspective. What I am trying to say is that you have taken my words and made them into your own, in a sense that is. This is the way I want to reach/touch people with what I write. So thank you so much for telling me.


Ragnrok; thank you… yes I still remember you… even though I may not have shown it. Ah school.. I am still going, though the subjects changed.

Easily
…my hands slip

Did they really slip?
Moving
back and forth,

my touch,
my loving strokes.
~
I stare
…into nothingness…

“Life,
Is needless,
as dripping pain, bursting through my arms.”
~
Thoughts,

Lost ..on my lips.

My words are as true as they could be. . . by the by Yuui. . . VirginxCorpse = DeadlyReaper.
Your last work was impeccable as always dark and with a passive voice. I like reading words that are magnetic, and addictive. . . always making me want more.

ah…so what shall I then call you,
DeadlyReaper or VirginxCorpse? *smiles*
I’ll leave it up to you to decide.

Thank you… it’s hard for me to say positive things
about my own writings,
so it’s hard to say if I agree with you,
although I am very grateful.

Mm… dark and passive… I haven’t really thought about it before,
but when I think about it I think you are right.
I wonder why that is…
maybe it’s cause I like to see things from the inside,
though still within myself.
*smiles* although I really don’t know how that is done…
anyway, I think I am babbling a little to much,
but thank you so much for your words, thoughts and compliments.

Yuui

MirrorReflection

The sun doesn’t reach, doesn’t touch
doesn’t see
When I want to feel deep
and warm
Let my hands grip
and my lips slip
When I want to disappear
and fade away
~
I want to tell you
I don’t feel it
that you’re not getting it
that I just want to see your tears
want you to feel this pain
Unsightly, smiling
I can’t breath, I can’t stop pretending
that I want to hurt you
~
Glittering and sparkling
fallen, broken glass
twinkling beads
I want to cut through your shaking hands
tear your skin
until I can polish your bones
White and shinning
I want to hold them
like lovers do
~
My fingers clutching your bones
with draining kisses
I want you to feel them
inside of me
how my body contracts and shivers
Like shards ripping me open
I want to dress my skin
with your structure
to become one
with you inside of me

the words of a deep dark lover
your words bring to life a world inside my own

well it's really not about that... but thank you for your comment.

You are welcome

These are some really really good poems hun!!Write more and I'll keep reading!!

Razorblade_Dreams~

Razorblade_Dreams~ thank you

“splattering water“

small streams falling from my eyes, a faint color of black gushing out in thick rivers

afloat, the hollowness inhales my decaying memories…

The darkness proliferates... it’s intensified within my eyes.

A growing void, licking away the glance of emotion


Lifeless I smile. A doll, a mechanical mammal …clinging on to strawberry lines

I really enjoyed this poem.
Thank you for this look

I don’t know if this is just lame or laughable… It’s such I long time I wrote something like this, I just can’t stop laughing, ‘cause I just don’t get what I written. This time I can’t come up with an answer to what it means or why I wrote it…

It’s been a while since I was here… but I walked in, while waiting for time to pass by. I missed what I had meant to do, caught-up in words I’d forgotten how comfortable they felt. Smiling to parts of your embraces meant for other emotions. For some reason I’ve never kissed you, but I love the butterflies dying inside my twitching fingers, the fluttering dust leaving my yubisaki as you place words in ink. Phrases we exchange, we erase as we go along…Holding my hand, a damp palm clinging on. I don’t understand how it can make you so happy. So I leave, letting you wait for another passing by…

*tear*
that is beautiful

delightfully wicked, something i am not used to from you.

Buddha: it is? mm per happes, I can't remember if the thought was beautiful or not.

Astarael: it's been a while.. how have you been? and what have you been up to?
*smiles* I think you and I see different lines to this story, but maybe I like seeing it more from your eyes than my own.

Confined in structural norms, I’m abnormal. Sticky
rules spread with white dental smile conviction in
psychologically dressed up words.

I feel ...free...in the slitting movements. ...
it makes me disturbing, unsettling, broken… and am needed
to be fixed, like a disabled toy.

Forced to swallow small marbles of must be happiness...
smiling sunshine feelings.
Suffocated into what I am needed to be, dressed up to
perform by likening, in A jar like existence...


What form shall I be?
Where does one belong?
When am I allowed to be me?

Why can't they be visions in Yellah?

#578 - interesting original item this one.

mm.. in my last poest I forgotte to strike out
this part:

What form shall I be?
Where does one belong?
When am I allowed to be me?

which changed the flow and feeling... sorry



AntonLaVeyisGod; Yellah?

AWanderer: thank you...

SILENCE

......................
I wanted to die to day
.......
I closed the door with a smiling voice
...................
bleeding
..
with a throbing breath
I couldn't see anything, but the floor
.........
.....
...
.

Everyday
。
。
A faint smile I’ve painted with a red lipstick
It’s not really there
But lets pretend you can see it
as the lighter flickers
。
The small echoes of blue piano-notes
Painfully dissolved memories
。
I’m falling
。
自殺…毎日の物思いになった
(Suicide has become an everyday thought.)
A emotional expression
Where slits go beyond the eye
。
Remaining dead in bed
I wish I could remain this lifeless
Bleeding and fearless
。
I want to ask you
Is it okay if I don’t say goodbye?
If there is no why?
。
Medan jag faller
(as I fall)
I’ve realised
I don’t belong here anymore
。
Between sleep and awakening
For a few seconds I feel relaxed
A little bit free
。

sometimes sleep itself can be enough of an escape

*smiles* yea sometimes it's enough.

“ …wanted to show her
The abyss, beyond her eyes… the glued
sliced up emotions,
the pain I’ve drawn with wet fingers�

i have been doing pretty good, engaged and trying to get into college.

yourself?

i liked everyday. it was insightful. like a peek at the inner darkness we all have.

i also like how you structure alot of your poems. i started trying to write something like that, and failed. i suppose i should stick with my rhyming =P

I love the simplicity of your poems Yuui, they make the theme so much more pungent. Being able to write such short pieces which inspire so much emotion is a wonderful talent :)

to some degree I guess I am alright...
working at the moment so that I can go to Japan next year

thank you for liking Everyday, and yea it's somewhat a peak into darkness
or maybe more the grey areas we normally miss in our emotions

well.. I like your rhyming =) I like your poems a lot
so it means a lot to hear(read) that you like my way of writing




thank you so very much,
I think it comes from the fact that I am thinking
more in terms of 3D (does that really make any sense?)

Now this is an interesting Swedish poet.

i think everyone has their own style, and maybe covet what they have problems writing, perhaps? i can rhyme but i cannot structure them like you or write songs to save my life =P

and what do you plan on doing in japan? sounds like alot of fun.

Fluid of life: thank you so very much

Astarael:true... well, I am going to see as much of Japan as possible....
see as much of the japanese old/new culture as I can
but it's not yet a fact that I'll be going... I'm gonna need to save a lot of money,
but I think I will make it *smiles*

...not really........... lol!

But you should write more soon love ~huggles~

to be found you must first be lost! as another 24 i feel your confusion. i comprehend the sad sence of not knowing your way. to be honest i don't know, but i do know if you let life, just happen! breath has a way of suprising you and showing its toung. mitochondrial eve....

Everything I've read in this thread is beautiful and inspiring. Your voice is fragile but the reverberations are magnificent. Thank-you for sharing these.

DeathKitten
2D is more like you're writing about something with a certain depth
as for 3D becomes more like the possibility
of something described with depth, but as you turn it around(change how you view it)
it can be about something utterly different
I really don't know if this made any more sense than before...sorry

ragnrok
yea, I know...
but at times something as breathing isn't easy..*smiles*

phenozain
thank you so very much..
your words make me blush, but thank you

Stillborn flower-petals, floating on water
A glass sky, breaking
As I watch the black ash, falling
from their hands

my fingers coat the snow-white walls
with frozen water drops
red screams drawn out, from my own skin
smiling treacherous knifes
my own lies

the ash, stick to my back,
unfolding-paper-notes
on the cold wooden floor, I’m naked
with oritatami-wings

Hotaru, fireflies with gloomy glow
enlightens the pale skin
as my feat
touch the river with floating corpses

my hands reach out, to touch the moon

I’m descending
towards this broken sky
.
.
.

.
.

.

I understand. :]


And lovely poem! I'm a little drunk, right now and I think it made it even better!

QUOTE

touch the river with floating corpses

These lines especially struck me. I love your description. So sad, but so beautifully portrayed.
Write more soon! xoxox

and suffocation is only a lesson of reason...love is only, natural as death, but as every of every sence of nostalgia hits me i know it gone and cant be anymore...

. . . Greetings Yuui long time has it been since I had the honour of soaking my eyes with your beauty. . .
I do not like the fact that people describe your writing as "simple" because trust me they are not! They are powerful. They are piercing like the sharp edge of a sword. One can express and even scar a reader's heart with a single phrase, or with a five stanza poem. . . it doesn't matter. A true master of poetry is able to play with words in any way. . . you have learnt yours, your direct game can scar me. . . and has done so for a while. For that reason you have become one of my favorites in darkness.





Again you have shown your ability to shake me out of my chair!

Thank you.

- Scarlett