mm...hey you, whom ever you are.
I have not been putting any of my works for display, for a while now. mostly cause they have changed so much, from what I wrote before in the past. I am really not sure yet if this is the right thing to do...a little scared, you can say, that I am. so much have changed, although a lot is still what it once were...and maybe that is why I felt that the only right thing to do is to open a new thread/topic.
and Narti thank you for giving me the courage to do this...
so I guess then that I should explain the threads name, ne? well what I mean with Visions In Blue is that every poem is like a little piece of film. not a black and white film but a Blue and white film...or at leas that is how they come to me, in my dreams, mind or wants... and I hope that you will come to enjoy my small Visions In Blue.
thank you for being here, it means a lot...and don't forget to smile cause the world will be smiling with you...//Yuui
Blue-Dream
unsure of how I got here
in your bed…in this blue light
I pull the covers closer
you smile…
shy, I stay frozen
gazing
disappearing…in you
fondly you take my hand
whispering words of no importance
while tears, of no reason, touch my skin
slow entangling movements pressing me down
close
you warmly breath into me
the light fades
becoming one…
inside of you I find the pulsing need
unwilling to return…I keep breathing with closed eyes
while your lips
warmly laughs small glowing words
close to my ear…
speechless
my fingertips speak
…not knowing if this is a dream
I slowly reach out
feeling you
it is breaking how real it seams
as we fall into a embracing sleep…
Full Version: Visions In Blue
Ay, it is different. But a nice change it is. I'm sensing some happiness.
*smiles* It's nice to see you back.
*smiles* It's nice to see you back.
thank you, Ummei...*smiles some* yea it is different
happiness, ne? I wouldn't know now, things are getting better
but if I am feeling any happiness, no...I do not know it yet
in time maybe, I will come to know it.
yea, I guess I am back...
thank you it means a lot to find such words, of yours
thank you, my friend.
happiness, ne? I wouldn't know now, things are getting better
but if I am feeling any happiness, no...I do not know it yet
in time maybe, I will come to know it.
yea, I guess I am back...
thank you it means a lot to find such words, of yours
thank you, my friend.
Great to see you back, looking forward to the new writings
wowy wow :yikes000: guess whos back..after they saidthey not wanted to do this anymore..hmmm...well i am glad u
are back anyway..*hugs*..very lonely here without ya.
I join the chorus who welcome you back, Yuui. :)
yuui, i havent seen you in ages
im so glad you`re back :)
blue-dream is a beautiful poem!
im so glad you`re back :)
blue-dream is a beautiful poem!
You may not feel the happiness, but your poems says it's there. Even if it's barely there, things are getting better like you said, so it will come.
indeed your dreams of blue...the smell and taste of such simple smiles carry weights of love lingering still in a hollow heart
CSAsnipers00: thank you, my friend…
it is warming to see your words in here.
thank you for such given kindness
Blackdragon: *smiles* yea I guess I am, and it is all thanks to Narti
really? that is very kind of you to tell me, and it mean a lot
well I will try to change that then…
didn’t know that you…hem liked me that much…
Archangel: thank you so very much, for your given kindness…
RAV: hey there…yea its been a while
had to take a break and sort something’s out
thank you, it means so much, to me, to find your words in here
and thank you for giving me your though on the poem,
thank you so very much
Ummei: maybe you are right…the world is filled with miracles
and maybe it is time for one to find its way to me…
Buddha; I don’t know what to say…
thank you so much, for such beautiful words, my friend
it means so much.
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...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free
it is warming to see your words in here.
thank you for such given kindness
Blackdragon: *smiles* yea I guess I am, and it is all thanks to Narti
really? that is very kind of you to tell me, and it mean a lot
well I will try to change that then…
didn’t know that you…hem liked me that much…
Archangel: thank you so very much, for your given kindness…
RAV: hey there…yea its been a while
had to take a break and sort something’s out
thank you, it means so much, to me, to find your words in here
and thank you for giving me your though on the poem,
thank you so very much
Ummei: maybe you are right…the world is filled with miracles
and maybe it is time for one to find its way to me…
Buddha; I don’t know what to say…
thank you so much, for such beautiful words, my friend
it means so much.
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...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free
i care for you cause u are my friend..a good one,
and i care to what happens to all my friends.
u are like me sis..heehee :icon9:
Blackdragon: *smiles* yea I guess I am, and it is all thanks to Narti
really? that is very kind of you to tell me, and it mean a lot
well I will try to change that then…
didn’t know that you…hem liked me that much…
i love this one..its so warming..so..mmm
thinking of my dark angel now..*smiles to herself*
ahhh..very nice.
...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free[/size]
[/quote]
and i care to what happens to all my friends.
u are like me sis..heehee :icon9:
Blackdragon: *smiles* yea I guess I am, and it is all thanks to Narti
really? that is very kind of you to tell me, and it mean a lot
well I will try to change that then…
didn’t know that you…hem liked me that much…
i love this one..its so warming..so..mmm
thinking of my dark angel now..*smiles to herself*
ahhh..very nice.
...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free[/size]
[/quote]
Your poems are getting more positive. I'm sure happiness with follow
the breeze in a kiss....reflections I see
Blackdragon: oh! I didn’t know that…thank you, my friend.
it means so much to be given such a gift…from a warm-light
thank you from the depth of my being, thank you so very much..
*smiles some* that’s good to hear…cause it means that you somewhat see my dream
thank you…
Ummei: maybe you are right
as it is right now I am taking on day at the time
and if happiness will find it’s way to me, so be it
Buddha: you see reflections? I think you are seeing more then I do
maybe you will care to tell me what you see?
_____________________________________________________
The beginning of the end
“The beginning ends with a restarted ending
Through dairy lanes silently tappet
Into the ripping eyes of the formless desires
Reliving the past through paper memories
As the emptiness become a comforting solitude
And the streams…They fall
Into the depths of haunting realities
And while way to many try to kill the best
Deport them-selves to normality of a thought-up truth
A framework no one really wants to steep away from
My malfunction becomes the community I hold onto
Cause the coldness is such a scary place of alienation
And the pen, well the pen keeps on writing through the rain
Keeps on forth telling the beginning…of my end”
Tied to my own blood red sky of black loving dreams
My body shivers in harmonised screams
Through the ringing of the calling night bells…
Touches feeding, be-weakening the rushing floods
Smiles in torment…candles are flaming, staining the walls
As the light try’s to penetrate the mars-black veil
That floats through the rooms in an everlasting vision
Of tender trappings…and so the silence fill the air
It is the stillness floating through my eyes
Leaving me calmly soaring in the sleepless reality
Of a blue ocean mirage…a mirror cutting right through the heart
As the spell falls onto the slumbering lost soul within
Arising from the shell, with wings and a burning glow
Forever free to tumble down into the abyss of shrieking tears
A velvet web holding the despair of daybreaking addictions
While the rots grow strong into the hurting earth of fallen stars
My nightmares piercing the mortal shadows
When the fingers can’t let go of the silver-steel
As it gives me pieces of heavenly ecstasy
A beauty scattered with ever-felt yearnings
And the written ending comes rapidly through this slow-motion minute
When my arms continue to pour into my red sky
Of black loving dreams…
“Diminishing… my words are stuck inside the nothing
Between here and there…it is becoming hard to play this charade
Make you happy, with lies of comfort
The panic comes in stereophonic compulsions
As the stage is liten up by your voiceless call for closeness
In the shadows I hide… behind the mask of needed reflections
Fragments of the unwillingness to be spoken
Feelings forming inside my head
They are though not for real… not in my right to feel
And my hands fall into the emptiness
When I try to make you understand
You should just walk away…leave and find someone else
Cause this…you and me…will never come to be
No matter how much you dream and hope
I will never be yours to hold and love…I am not the one for you”
With my eyes between the cold fingers I enter the dark-zone
A place without control, rules or holding embraces
And she/me becomes nothing more then the words that are written
Inside these borders of everlasting lies
Fusions made of tears and broken promises
When my wrists are touched by the glimmering-city-lights
And the diamond-strings are unveiled
Beautiful marks with everlasting intentions
As the detailed arrows fill my body…in a ice loving moment
Crystal-layers between emerald sea-flights
Once my white wings are unfolded in the image told by the unknown
I become forever bound to the dead-sea of long-legged black spiders
Silk-snares laid in accurate rows…perfectly composed to the flute
That fills the sorrow, with black cloth and pearls
A dragons movement across the sky, a red painted endlessness
As the choir prolong the story with a perplex puzzle
Parts unfitting the dress, that I try to manufacture through rigorous trials
Of lasting contradictions…
My hands move contemplating over the night-fabric-dreams
Caresses in yearning behaviour, a volcanic happening
That captures the cards in a glass-bottle, of cobalt-blue dessert-sand
Floating through eyes held by formless shapes
Lies betrayed by the closes tongue…a yelling lunge
Thinking that the past is already told and forgotten
When my soul, lost in sleep, sails away on the river of frozen beads
The harp can’t find the end, while the dagger sliders the skin
And the diamond-strings become more
Blending with the rivers, and the tries never stop inside the mind
When the river-gods love the streaming awareness of my justice
Boundaries that become hard to break
As the tears fall on a mirror-surface of black marble
Small bubbles soaring into the distant future of closed word-jars
Were the story loses it’s hold on my existence…
“turning pages…the sun has left me behind once more
while my fingers continue to paint this story
a bundle of self-indulged happenings
repeated to justify my actions…of moments spent in harm
pushed into a frame of this is how it’s suppose to be
that’s me…cold as ice, feeling-less, always here to please
repressed by my own lies, it is hard to find the door out
to be me…it becomes haunting, at times unbearable
when I am stuck like glue to the fear of letting go
and in it all…I find her, singing to the trees, smiling
being so free…from all the gripping heartaches…
so badly I want to become her…once more, forever more…”
the dessert parts with a withering flowers gasping need
as the rain starts to fall, in a unveiling moment
reborn, I am taking shape…naked, with mars-black eyes
my voice, released, leaves me on small wings
lovingly holding the caresses of a new understanding
it takes me on a ride, through a world I once knew…
red ribbons and dark rooms, my mind loves the visions still
with shameful embraces of a lasting sharp edge
screams that clutches close to my spine
while the memories try to take control, with staining images
the walls shrink with the sound of a hard-fast-beating heart
as my lips become dry, and the mask so unwillingly tempting
I close my eyes, and subside onto the piercing floor
while my wrists starts to pulse, in yearnings for a realise
impatiently my mouth find the skin with wanting kisses
I seek the razor with tries to tear the streaming thoughts into an end
when his music finds me, takes me to the blooming cheery-trees
…in the shades of old my feet move, across the melody of his voice
dancing through the air, everlastingly free…
I begin to love…
“Fading in to the garden spaces
My life began through the dreams of streaming cables
Among broken glass-reflections
Lies that became the lasting truth, without any escaping routes
…My falling smashed everything I knew into pieces
Pieces I didn’t dare to touch…though they hugged me tight
Penetrated my skin…becoming a pulsing need to know more
I still lived the lie; tearing my inside to a dark hole
Losing it all behind the painted smiles
And in the moment when I had nothing
A songwriter gave me the first piece…to the puzzle…of me
And so the ending started with a beginning
Becoming the beginning…of my end”
it means so much to be given such a gift…from a warm-light
thank you from the depth of my being, thank you so very much..
*smiles some* that’s good to hear…cause it means that you somewhat see my dream
thank you…
Ummei: maybe you are right
as it is right now I am taking on day at the time
and if happiness will find it’s way to me, so be it
Buddha: you see reflections? I think you are seeing more then I do
maybe you will care to tell me what you see?
_____________________________________________________
The beginning of the end
“The beginning ends with a restarted ending
Through dairy lanes silently tappet
Into the ripping eyes of the formless desires
Reliving the past through paper memories
As the emptiness become a comforting solitude
And the streams…They fall
Into the depths of haunting realities
And while way to many try to kill the best
Deport them-selves to normality of a thought-up truth
A framework no one really wants to steep away from
My malfunction becomes the community I hold onto
Cause the coldness is such a scary place of alienation
And the pen, well the pen keeps on writing through the rain
Keeps on forth telling the beginning…of my end”
Tied to my own blood red sky of black loving dreams
My body shivers in harmonised screams
Through the ringing of the calling night bells…
Touches feeding, be-weakening the rushing floods
Smiles in torment…candles are flaming, staining the walls
As the light try’s to penetrate the mars-black veil
That floats through the rooms in an everlasting vision
Of tender trappings…and so the silence fill the air
It is the stillness floating through my eyes
Leaving me calmly soaring in the sleepless reality
Of a blue ocean mirage…a mirror cutting right through the heart
As the spell falls onto the slumbering lost soul within
Arising from the shell, with wings and a burning glow
Forever free to tumble down into the abyss of shrieking tears
A velvet web holding the despair of daybreaking addictions
While the rots grow strong into the hurting earth of fallen stars
My nightmares piercing the mortal shadows
When the fingers can’t let go of the silver-steel
As it gives me pieces of heavenly ecstasy
A beauty scattered with ever-felt yearnings
And the written ending comes rapidly through this slow-motion minute
When my arms continue to pour into my red sky
Of black loving dreams…
“Diminishing… my words are stuck inside the nothing
Between here and there…it is becoming hard to play this charade
Make you happy, with lies of comfort
The panic comes in stereophonic compulsions
As the stage is liten up by your voiceless call for closeness
In the shadows I hide… behind the mask of needed reflections
Fragments of the unwillingness to be spoken
Feelings forming inside my head
They are though not for real… not in my right to feel
And my hands fall into the emptiness
When I try to make you understand
You should just walk away…leave and find someone else
Cause this…you and me…will never come to be
No matter how much you dream and hope
I will never be yours to hold and love…I am not the one for you”
With my eyes between the cold fingers I enter the dark-zone
A place without control, rules or holding embraces
And she/me becomes nothing more then the words that are written
Inside these borders of everlasting lies
Fusions made of tears and broken promises
When my wrists are touched by the glimmering-city-lights
And the diamond-strings are unveiled
Beautiful marks with everlasting intentions
As the detailed arrows fill my body…in a ice loving moment
Crystal-layers between emerald sea-flights
Once my white wings are unfolded in the image told by the unknown
I become forever bound to the dead-sea of long-legged black spiders
Silk-snares laid in accurate rows…perfectly composed to the flute
That fills the sorrow, with black cloth and pearls
A dragons movement across the sky, a red painted endlessness
As the choir prolong the story with a perplex puzzle
Parts unfitting the dress, that I try to manufacture through rigorous trials
Of lasting contradictions…
My hands move contemplating over the night-fabric-dreams
Caresses in yearning behaviour, a volcanic happening
That captures the cards in a glass-bottle, of cobalt-blue dessert-sand
Floating through eyes held by formless shapes
Lies betrayed by the closes tongue…a yelling lunge
Thinking that the past is already told and forgotten
When my soul, lost in sleep, sails away on the river of frozen beads
The harp can’t find the end, while the dagger sliders the skin
And the diamond-strings become more
Blending with the rivers, and the tries never stop inside the mind
When the river-gods love the streaming awareness of my justice
Boundaries that become hard to break
As the tears fall on a mirror-surface of black marble
Small bubbles soaring into the distant future of closed word-jars
Were the story loses it’s hold on my existence…
“turning pages…the sun has left me behind once more
while my fingers continue to paint this story
a bundle of self-indulged happenings
repeated to justify my actions…of moments spent in harm
pushed into a frame of this is how it’s suppose to be
that’s me…cold as ice, feeling-less, always here to please
repressed by my own lies, it is hard to find the door out
to be me…it becomes haunting, at times unbearable
when I am stuck like glue to the fear of letting go
and in it all…I find her, singing to the trees, smiling
being so free…from all the gripping heartaches…
so badly I want to become her…once more, forever more…”
the dessert parts with a withering flowers gasping need
as the rain starts to fall, in a unveiling moment
reborn, I am taking shape…naked, with mars-black eyes
my voice, released, leaves me on small wings
lovingly holding the caresses of a new understanding
it takes me on a ride, through a world I once knew…
red ribbons and dark rooms, my mind loves the visions still
with shameful embraces of a lasting sharp edge
screams that clutches close to my spine
while the memories try to take control, with staining images
the walls shrink with the sound of a hard-fast-beating heart
as my lips become dry, and the mask so unwillingly tempting
I close my eyes, and subside onto the piercing floor
while my wrists starts to pulse, in yearnings for a realise
impatiently my mouth find the skin with wanting kisses
I seek the razor with tries to tear the streaming thoughts into an end
when his music finds me, takes me to the blooming cheery-trees
…in the shades of old my feet move, across the melody of his voice
dancing through the air, everlastingly free…
I begin to love…
“Fading in to the garden spaces
My life began through the dreams of streaming cables
Among broken glass-reflections
Lies that became the lasting truth, without any escaping routes
…My falling smashed everything I knew into pieces
Pieces I didn’t dare to touch…though they hugged me tight
Penetrated my skin…becoming a pulsing need to know more
I still lived the lie; tearing my inside to a dark hole
Losing it all behind the painted smiles
And in the moment when I had nothing
A songwriter gave me the first piece…to the puzzle…of me
And so the ending started with a beginning
Becoming the beginning…of my end”
:icon6: wow to my eyes..to my eyes..the darkness showen
though the light..seein and knowin..feelin into you soul
of words..my mind vanishes into the forever dreams the
oceans of wich jurneys begin..into love into hope..into
what needs someone togeather..even in darkness lonelyness
even need the closes friends and hearts and magic of
everbeing kindness and warmth.beyond?always returned..to
the minds and pages of poetry.
------good job yuui.......love it---------- :punk:
though the light..seein and knowin..feelin into you soul
of words..my mind vanishes into the forever dreams the
oceans of wich jurneys begin..into love into hope..into
what needs someone togeather..even in darkness lonelyness
even need the closes friends and hearts and magic of
everbeing kindness and warmth.beyond?always returned..to
the minds and pages of poetry.
------good job yuui.......love it---------- :punk:
*agrees with blackdragon*
^_^
^_^
HEY YUUI!!!!
Love your work.. *smile* see I was right *grabs her around the neck* love you girl keep it up chokay
with much love,
~adora~
Love your work.. *smile* see I was right *grabs her around the neck* love you girl keep it up chokay
with much love,
~adora~
I must remember to read your works..must and will find time...
Your words are silk grazing my course skin
Your words are a masterpiece to my eyes
Your words are a fine mellody to my ears
Your words are blood rushing to my heart
Your words are what make me feel complete
Your words are what make me feel at home
~Gives Yuui the biggest gosh darned hug in the world~
I missed you sooooooooo much! never leave me again!!!
x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x
words are mere reflections of a mind thinking and driving....a collection of gigantically small feelings in the midst of a raging river called life...
in the eyes...in a cold steel...comfort is found...never letting go...
your eyes and heart mingle in a masquerade of color
so sultry wind carry her forever on it...carry her to the depths of what is.....a kiss blown on the wind..landing on a supple cheek of wanting....
the reflections of my mind only see what they want...though in truth a new glimmer of hope arises..and my will never shall be broken
in the eyes...in a cold steel...comfort is found...never letting go...
your eyes and heart mingle in a masquerade of color
so sultry wind carry her forever on it...carry her to the depths of what is.....a kiss blown on the wind..landing on a supple cheek of wanting....
the reflections of my mind only see what they want...though in truth a new glimmer of hope arises..and my will never shall be broken
Blackdragon: oh…I do not know what to say
such words you give my friend…I am for ever in gratitude
you see this poem is so very much a part of me…
that I’ve was really afraid that it wouldn’t be liked
by eyes of others…thank you so very much for your words
my dear friend
Ummei; thank you so very much…in words I can’t describe how much it means to me…
Hey Narti-san
*smiles* yea…you were right
thank you so very much, for giving me the courage
and thank you for…”loving” my writings
your friend
//Yuui
Donavan: thank you for telling me… take you time, there is no hurry
…it is enough that you told me that you want to read my writings
DeathKitten: thank you, so very, very, very much my friend
I have missed you to, a lot…and I will try not to disappear again.
although I can’t promise anything…for that I am sorry
your words are so very kind, and gives me warmth inside
it means so very much, to hear such words of grace
that are meant for me…thank you so very much
and I am sorry for not finding better words to express the gratitude
and honour that it brings me…to read your words
thank you…
Buddha: ah…words maybe in ways have changed its meanings
and though, much has changed…something’s
just become understood…
and in words of reflection the seeing
is seen through others…
thank you, for letting me know yours, my friend
and remember; something’s are what they say they are…
seeing beyond is always not necessary
and sometimes what is said is a massage to proclaim nothing at all
such words you give my friend…I am for ever in gratitude
you see this poem is so very much a part of me…
that I’ve was really afraid that it wouldn’t be liked
by eyes of others…thank you so very much for your words
my dear friend
Ummei; thank you so very much…in words I can’t describe how much it means to me…
Hey Narti-san
*smiles* yea…you were right
thank you so very much, for giving me the courage
and thank you for…”loving” my writings
your friend
//Yuui
Donavan: thank you for telling me… take you time, there is no hurry
…it is enough that you told me that you want to read my writings
DeathKitten: thank you, so very, very, very much my friend
I have missed you to, a lot…and I will try not to disappear again.
although I can’t promise anything…for that I am sorry
your words are so very kind, and gives me warmth inside
it means so very much, to hear such words of grace
that are meant for me…thank you so very much
and I am sorry for not finding better words to express the gratitude
and honour that it brings me…to read your words
thank you…
Buddha: ah…words maybe in ways have changed its meanings
and though, much has changed…something’s
just become understood…
and in words of reflection the seeing
is seen through others…
thank you, for letting me know yours, my friend
and remember; something’s are what they say they are…
seeing beyond is always not necessary
and sometimes what is said is a massage to proclaim nothing at all
I see....your words are always valued by one who is looking and waiting..
bringing more to me than I can say
bringing more to me than I can say
*pounces on buddha*
yeah yeah..what he say.
yuui is great!
yeah yeah..more poems i cant wait!
yeah yeah..what he say.
yuui is great!
yeah yeah..more poems i cant wait!
Buddha: thank you, my friend…
Blackdragon: *smiles* thank you…and I will try. It just my take sometime…
it’s a bit scary, to let others read these poems… cause I don’t know
if there is anyone that will come to like them.
any ways thank you so much, my friend…
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coffee
revolutioned deep blackness
forever turbid
in a sugar-white container
shielded between my fingers
in the 10:th month
swallowing…rinses
the burning awakened-ness
in a stressed midnight addiction
immortalised by the taste…between my lips…
Blackdragon: *smiles* thank you…and I will try. It just my take sometime…
it’s a bit scary, to let others read these poems… cause I don’t know
if there is anyone that will come to like them.
any ways thank you so much, my friend…
_______________________________________
coffee
revolutioned deep blackness
forever turbid
in a sugar-white container
shielded between my fingers
in the 10:th month
swallowing…rinses
the burning awakened-ness
in a stressed midnight addiction
immortalised by the taste…between my lips…
mmm coffee. Without coffee, I'd be dead lol. but I still dont' like how it tastes....
Great Stuff, I see u might've been scared but nothin to b scared of its amazing,nice work..
:banana00: heehee..scarey?hmmm.. :ph34r:
Ummei: *smiles* hum…that sounds like torture, to me that is
to need something, that you not even like…that’s no good
ArcatraZ: mm…thank you for such kind words…it means a lot
to read them…it gives me some peace of mine
Blackdragon: yea…I’ve been scared
of what your thoughts might ‘come to be
still am in ways…but I guess it will fade away after a while…
to need something, that you not even like…that’s no good
ArcatraZ: mm…thank you for such kind words…it means a lot
to read them…it gives me some peace of mine
Blackdragon: yea…I’ve been scared
of what your thoughts might ‘come to be
still am in ways…but I guess it will fade away after a while…
transformed into a desert-land
deserted of life…here remains nothing
but me
and the red sun
the wind…changes my destruction
reveals the life I been living
the life I am still breathing
small drops of blue
vanish in-under my skin…collected by my thirsty tongue
forming a dessert-rose…red it glows
a beauty scattered inside the solitude
of nothing
but me…
[I know...not that good, but it has a meaning
and maybe it will come a cross...to you]
deserted of life…here remains nothing
but me
and the red sun
the wind…changes my destruction
reveals the life I been living
the life I am still breathing
small drops of blue
vanish in-under my skin…collected by my thirsty tongue
forming a dessert-rose…red it glows
a beauty scattered inside the solitude
of nothing
but me…
[I know...not that good, but it has a meaning
and maybe it will come a cross...to you]
hmmm these pieces are new, and they have so much pain in it. I love your last piece. Yuui, I am glad that you've made a new thread, your poems inspire me so much. You told me that I am a true master, yet if I am that that you describe me as, then you are a goddess of words my dear Yuui! Truly amazing work.
nice..very visual for me...your words grow with each passing breath
DeadlyReaper: *am overwhelmed* such kindness you give me
although, I assure you, master wordier…I am no goddess
thank you so much, my friend…your words mean so much
Buddha: mm…thank you. not sure though about my words growing
maybe they have changed there meaning some
maybe I've found a different pace, flow…but thank you…
although, I assure you, master wordier…I am no goddess
thank you so much, my friend…your words mean so much
Buddha: mm…thank you. not sure though about my words growing
maybe they have changed there meaning some
maybe I've found a different pace, flow…but thank you…
no problem my dear Yuui, come on give us some more of your amazing work! I am craving for one.
mm...that's good to hear...
well I have nothing that is good enough
I have one that is okay...but at the same time
that one is just repeating something
which have already been spoken...written
well I have nothing that is good enough
I have one that is okay...but at the same time
that one is just repeating something
which have already been spoken...written
:( I want to see it! I bet is awesome!
okay...but hum I guess you been warned. maybe I should say that this one was written during my listening to secret garden. a song written and singed by Camui, Gackt.
Holding me to the wall
I beg you for a realise
Telling you
About the raging fever inside
Your fingers just peal away the layers
Of my clothed fabrics
Telling me
That it all will be okay
It is just to let you in
To stop the hiding game
Proclaiming that I am sick
Like the fool I am
You just smile
Holding on
To my burning skin
Coming closer with flaming fuel
I press myself to the wall
Thinking I will sink through
While your lips tell me
It’s just a kiss
Don’t be afraid
You won’t fall
I will hold you in my arms
I close my eyes
Trying to find some words to portray
Stay away
Mute I although remain
Gazing into the ending space
Between you and me
I just want to scream
Tell you to let me be
When your lips touch mine
Begging me to let you in
Fingers finding my storming pulse
Drifting…my lips glide apart
Letting your tongue taste mine
Gasping I do not understand
You tell me to trust
Just to float with the feel
To let go
Of the surrounding fences
Cause you won’t do me any harm
Prolonging the kiss with sweet torment
You make me want more
To afraid
I climb your arm
Clutching myself closer
Without consulting the will
Of my mind
And you stop
Telling me
It is a kiss
Though we yearn for more
I won’t beg for more
Feeling lose
You hold me close…close…
Letting me know
There is only me
Only you…
Holding me to the wall
I beg you for a realise
Telling you
About the raging fever inside
Your fingers just peal away the layers
Of my clothed fabrics
Telling me
That it all will be okay
It is just to let you in
To stop the hiding game
Proclaiming that I am sick
Like the fool I am
You just smile
Holding on
To my burning skin
Coming closer with flaming fuel
I press myself to the wall
Thinking I will sink through
While your lips tell me
It’s just a kiss
Don’t be afraid
You won’t fall
I will hold you in my arms
I close my eyes
Trying to find some words to portray
Stay away
Mute I although remain
Gazing into the ending space
Between you and me
I just want to scream
Tell you to let me be
When your lips touch mine
Begging me to let you in
Fingers finding my storming pulse
Drifting…my lips glide apart
Letting your tongue taste mine
Gasping I do not understand
You tell me to trust
Just to float with the feel
To let go
Of the surrounding fences
Cause you won’t do me any harm
Prolonging the kiss with sweet torment
You make me want more
To afraid
I climb your arm
Clutching myself closer
Without consulting the will
Of my mind
And you stop
Telling me
It is a kiss
Though we yearn for more
I won’t beg for more
Feeling lose
You hold me close…close…
Letting me know
There is only me
Only you…
:icon2: ooo so much new works..ahh the wonders
to my eyes..the light and life within the darkness
wich on was inside of you...i love them...great job.
to my eyes..the light and life within the darkness
wich on was inside of you...i love them...great job.
wow!!!! *Sits in awe* Damn! This is so amazing hold on let me read it again. . . . This is a hell of a poem. . . damn I loved it all of it is just perfect! It is breathtaking how you created it. The rythm is fast and beautiful, the structure so terse and perfectly done. . . just wow!!
Balckdragon: oh! thank you so very much, for such kindness.
I do not know what to say... I guess them all.
DeadlyReaper: *smiles a little* thank you so very much, for such words that you give me. It is hard to find words to give back, I really wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. more or less I was thinking you wouldn’t like it...so thank you for proving me wrong. thank you so much, my friend...
I lean the win-glass…letting the red liquor pour
Fall, like the reaping memories of my cutting night-vision
Onto the marble-floor
My mind becomes dry
Like the lips I try to moister
When I observe my sleeves
I had forgotten about the night-sky-lie
While my tears become unbearable to fix inside
Candles, I light them
Turning this darkness of mine, into a flaming stage
Where I left the feign behind
Naked, I become real, confessing to not knowing
Where this poem will lead…
Once upon a time…there was me; a smiling scene
Under the moon the knife was my friend
He fulfilled all my needs, with blood dripping attachment
And at the time I couldn’t fight it
I just kept on falling, for years as it were
I couldn’t find any release; although others said they would hold me
Save me from the coldness, gripping my mind
From A to B to the answer C; I just couldn’t see
What would come to set me free
*smiles with a somewhat saddened glimpse*
Not that I will ever come to be completely free
From the dark thoughts…the tumbling storms down to the abyss
Of the nothingness, roaming inside the hollow pieces of me
And maybe that is how is should be
I just don’t know anymore if this will last…or just make me shriek
In time maybe I will find the entire answer, to what it is that is called me
My life began somewhere in this forsaken world we call Earth
A mistake, made under midsummer’s eve
My father never made me forget
How much better his life would have been, if I never had been conceived
My mother really never spoke about it, maybe she really never cared
My parents fought a lot, screams that echoed through my mind
It was hard to shut them out, not that I ever succeeded
I became a strange kid…believing in God
Saying my prayers, thinking that it all was some big plan of his
I was 8 when I stopped believing, I just couldn’t understand the suffering
All the pain I had to go through…I turned to drinking
In our house it was easy to come by
Not that I think they would had cared if they known
Didn’t help me though, I tried smoking, thinking it was kool
At the age of 9 I left that behind
I think it was around then, my first cut was made
On the knee, a nice little line, it was such a release
And I hadn’t screamed or shed a tear
Right then and there I knew I had made my father proud
I had found away to veil my emotion…
It is funny how fast you lose control
In no time I had no where to go…I was trapped inside
Not knowing who I was, I began to search answers, turning to dear old Satan
As a fool, I didn’t know anything about it…that came to change
And so did my way of thinking, at the tender age of 11
I began to blame myself for everything, it gave me the excuse to take numbing pills
To cut that pale flesh of mine…
Maybe I am going on to fast
But who really cares about the endless abuse from my father
Though in his defence; he never meant it
He just had some problems with controlling his anger
And he only hit me a handful of times…
Sure there was this guy that jumped me…but hey I could have said no
Never came to my mind at the moment
And nothing really happened anyway…really didn’t lose anything
Still a virgin at the age of 21
*smiles uncertain* not that it is anyone’s business
I just don’t want to make him into something he isn’t…
He was my friend, maybe the best one you could have
At the age of 10 I really didn’t understood the signs
Maybe I trusted him too much
In the end he just terminated our friendship…
At the age of 12 thing’s I guess got worse
I continued with the numbing help from pills
Although it only worked for a short amount of time…I ended up cutting to the bone
I loved the sight of blood, it was liberating to know
I didn’t need to feel
Or so I thought…
The darkness I was fleeing to, became at times heavy
And finally I cracked, cried
Though nothing changed…it all remained the same
Except that filling shame, the masks extended
Maybe I had lost myself long before…but right there I knew
I was nothing
I became nothing more then a broken dream
It was the only way to endure…
My parents divorced, I was left to live with my father
I guess I tried to make it, with cutting myself out of my skin
Some nights I never came home
Spent them with friends, at times just cruising the subway
It was scary, as I meet a lot of abusive people
More to themselves then to me
I turned 16 and nothing changed
17 and it all was the same
18 and I moved to my mom…me and my father just didn’t blend
Still nothing really mutated into something new
I was the same shell, playing my part in a never ending pantomime
Became 20 and moved away…up to the north
Where I found the coldness and the almost everlasting twilight
My thoughts became a blur…I lived through the past
Cutting away the pain, at any given time
It became a game, how many times could I bleed in the dark
I ended up hitting myself to the wall
My fist became a way to deal with the rage floating through my veins
And my arms and legs took the fall
The bruises gave me fevers
My skin began to itch, as I thought I could cut the feeling away
At times my written poems became my bleeding knife
So little did I know, that it just made me want it more
Addicted to the sharpness, I guess my shame never came to its end
At the bottom of that cold dark place I was crawling
Unable to stop the imagery of my former experiences
I was fare gone on those roads to no where
I painted my walls with my disgrace…pealing the layers
Cause maybe I would be able to find anything of worth down-under
Though all I could find was that pure blood that I damped my lips with
Cause I hadn’t the time to reach for the towel
The shower became a moment of painful purification
A minute of freedom, at those moments even I dreamt of that warming embrace
And with the same time as the water stopped washing my nakedness
The coldness came rushing in, holding my hart in a tainted solitude
As my hands once more reached for that silver edge
At times I lost all control, my mind went blank
I would wake up on the floor with fresh new lines
It such a cliché, I wish there was a other story that I could tell…
Closing in, the time is soon in the present
I turned 21…I moved back home
Still cutting, still bruising my skin into blackness
I just hated myself, sometimes I still do
It is hard to let go, when the walls shrink
And you can’t breath anymore
You’re dying, that is what your mind is thinking
You become weak, and it is so easy to give in
And after the release comes that unbearable shame, a circle of blame
I can’t remember anymore when the moment of discovery occurred
Just one voice, one melody changed so much, I found a part in myself that I liked
Cause it was such a pure remembrance
Maybe that is how it works, you find that moment in time…where you were at peace
Before the destruction began within
So I silence the lights…let the darkness fall into my night
That’s my story
Maybe the A together with the B becomes the answer C
The nothingness that roams with in this shell
I am still lost, maybe this is how it will remain
But at least I found something inside, something I once were
That I strive for to once again claim
I think this is soon becoming an end
The lines are withering away from me
And the rain is falling heavily outside my window
Calling me to come…and soon I be there
Dancing to the music of the wind
For a moment being free…
I do not know what to say... I guess them all.
DeadlyReaper: *smiles a little* thank you so very much, for such words that you give me. It is hard to find words to give back, I really wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. more or less I was thinking you wouldn’t like it...so thank you for proving me wrong. thank you so much, my friend...
I lean the win-glass…letting the red liquor pour
Fall, like the reaping memories of my cutting night-vision
Onto the marble-floor
My mind becomes dry
Like the lips I try to moister
When I observe my sleeves
I had forgotten about the night-sky-lie
While my tears become unbearable to fix inside
Candles, I light them
Turning this darkness of mine, into a flaming stage
Where I left the feign behind
Naked, I become real, confessing to not knowing
Where this poem will lead…
Once upon a time…there was me; a smiling scene
Under the moon the knife was my friend
He fulfilled all my needs, with blood dripping attachment
And at the time I couldn’t fight it
I just kept on falling, for years as it were
I couldn’t find any release; although others said they would hold me
Save me from the coldness, gripping my mind
From A to B to the answer C; I just couldn’t see
What would come to set me free
*smiles with a somewhat saddened glimpse*
Not that I will ever come to be completely free
From the dark thoughts…the tumbling storms down to the abyss
Of the nothingness, roaming inside the hollow pieces of me
And maybe that is how is should be
I just don’t know anymore if this will last…or just make me shriek
In time maybe I will find the entire answer, to what it is that is called me
My life began somewhere in this forsaken world we call Earth
A mistake, made under midsummer’s eve
My father never made me forget
How much better his life would have been, if I never had been conceived
My mother really never spoke about it, maybe she really never cared
My parents fought a lot, screams that echoed through my mind
It was hard to shut them out, not that I ever succeeded
I became a strange kid…believing in God
Saying my prayers, thinking that it all was some big plan of his
I was 8 when I stopped believing, I just couldn’t understand the suffering
All the pain I had to go through…I turned to drinking
In our house it was easy to come by
Not that I think they would had cared if they known
Didn’t help me though, I tried smoking, thinking it was kool
At the age of 9 I left that behind
I think it was around then, my first cut was made
On the knee, a nice little line, it was such a release
And I hadn’t screamed or shed a tear
Right then and there I knew I had made my father proud
I had found away to veil my emotion…
It is funny how fast you lose control
In no time I had no where to go…I was trapped inside
Not knowing who I was, I began to search answers, turning to dear old Satan
As a fool, I didn’t know anything about it…that came to change
And so did my way of thinking, at the tender age of 11
I began to blame myself for everything, it gave me the excuse to take numbing pills
To cut that pale flesh of mine…
Maybe I am going on to fast
But who really cares about the endless abuse from my father
Though in his defence; he never meant it
He just had some problems with controlling his anger
And he only hit me a handful of times…
Sure there was this guy that jumped me…but hey I could have said no
Never came to my mind at the moment
And nothing really happened anyway…really didn’t lose anything
Still a virgin at the age of 21
*smiles uncertain* not that it is anyone’s business
I just don’t want to make him into something he isn’t…
He was my friend, maybe the best one you could have
At the age of 10 I really didn’t understood the signs
Maybe I trusted him too much
In the end he just terminated our friendship…
At the age of 12 thing’s I guess got worse
I continued with the numbing help from pills
Although it only worked for a short amount of time…I ended up cutting to the bone
I loved the sight of blood, it was liberating to know
I didn’t need to feel
Or so I thought…
The darkness I was fleeing to, became at times heavy
And finally I cracked, cried
Though nothing changed…it all remained the same
Except that filling shame, the masks extended
Maybe I had lost myself long before…but right there I knew
I was nothing
I became nothing more then a broken dream
It was the only way to endure…
My parents divorced, I was left to live with my father
I guess I tried to make it, with cutting myself out of my skin
Some nights I never came home
Spent them with friends, at times just cruising the subway
It was scary, as I meet a lot of abusive people
More to themselves then to me
I turned 16 and nothing changed
17 and it all was the same
18 and I moved to my mom…me and my father just didn’t blend
Still nothing really mutated into something new
I was the same shell, playing my part in a never ending pantomime
Became 20 and moved away…up to the north
Where I found the coldness and the almost everlasting twilight
My thoughts became a blur…I lived through the past
Cutting away the pain, at any given time
It became a game, how many times could I bleed in the dark
I ended up hitting myself to the wall
My fist became a way to deal with the rage floating through my veins
And my arms and legs took the fall
The bruises gave me fevers
My skin began to itch, as I thought I could cut the feeling away
At times my written poems became my bleeding knife
So little did I know, that it just made me want it more
Addicted to the sharpness, I guess my shame never came to its end
At the bottom of that cold dark place I was crawling
Unable to stop the imagery of my former experiences
I was fare gone on those roads to no where
I painted my walls with my disgrace…pealing the layers
Cause maybe I would be able to find anything of worth down-under
Though all I could find was that pure blood that I damped my lips with
Cause I hadn’t the time to reach for the towel
The shower became a moment of painful purification
A minute of freedom, at those moments even I dreamt of that warming embrace
And with the same time as the water stopped washing my nakedness
The coldness came rushing in, holding my hart in a tainted solitude
As my hands once more reached for that silver edge
At times I lost all control, my mind went blank
I would wake up on the floor with fresh new lines
It such a cliché, I wish there was a other story that I could tell…
Closing in, the time is soon in the present
I turned 21…I moved back home
Still cutting, still bruising my skin into blackness
I just hated myself, sometimes I still do
It is hard to let go, when the walls shrink
And you can’t breath anymore
You’re dying, that is what your mind is thinking
You become weak, and it is so easy to give in
And after the release comes that unbearable shame, a circle of blame
I can’t remember anymore when the moment of discovery occurred
Just one voice, one melody changed so much, I found a part in myself that I liked
Cause it was such a pure remembrance
Maybe that is how it works, you find that moment in time…where you were at peace
Before the destruction began within
So I silence the lights…let the darkness fall into my night
That’s my story
Maybe the A together with the B becomes the answer C
The nothingness that roams with in this shell
I am still lost, maybe this is how it will remain
But at least I found something inside, something I once were
That I strive for to once again claim
I think this is soon becoming an end
The lines are withering away from me
And the rain is falling heavily outside my window
Calling me to come…and soon I be there
Dancing to the music of the wind
For a moment being free…
There is nothing I can say to this.....
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
it is nothing to be sorry for...it's just a poem
that you made the choice to read it, is enough
is more then I can ask for...thank you for a such given kindness
that you made the choice to read it, is enough
is more then I can ask for...thank you for a such given kindness
:fpope: holly shit!
tis alot of reading..heh..i donno what to
say either about this..its interesting.
tis alot of reading..heh..i donno what to
say either about this..its interesting.
you are opening up to a plethora of emotions and a cask of memories that digs so deep within yourself that words can barely contain.. your writing has changed and reformed into its own shape.. of angelic beauty.. so hopeless and lost within the demons and pains in its own mind.. yet reaching out a hand to that voiceless whisper of humanity and the freedom that it brings..
i am ashamed that i did not see your thread sooner.. for that i am sorry.. :5:
i am ashamed that i did not see your thread sooner.. for that i am sorry.. :5:
Blackdragon: mm…maybe it is a lot of reading,
I didn’t mean for it to be in that way…
I am sorry
hum…interesting, hu?
…thank you for stopping by, and reading my words.
Astarael: you see a lot, don’t ya?
…in some ways you are really close to the truth
at the same time your not
but this isn’t anything interesting to talk about
thank you for such given kindness…
and there is nothing to be ashamed or sorry for
…cause the reality of it all is that I don’t expect anyone
to read my words, less give me any replays
therefore that you even take the time means so much, to me.
I didn’t mean for it to be in that way…
I am sorry
hum…interesting, hu?
…thank you for stopping by, and reading my words.
Astarael: you see a lot, don’t ya?
…in some ways you are really close to the truth
at the same time your not
but this isn’t anything interesting to talk about
thank you for such given kindness…
and there is nothing to be ashamed or sorry for
…cause the reality of it all is that I don’t expect anyone
to read my words, less give me any replays
therefore that you even take the time means so much, to me.
It may be a lot of reading, but it's worth reading.
~Yûhi~
In the playground
Sitting on a swing
Watching the sky
Maybe I can reach you from here
Meet you under the falling rain
And mend that loneliness in your eyes
…The evening breeze
Blows my words away
Leaving me on the swing
Wishing for the wind
To reach your ear…
QUOTE (Ummei @ Nov 4 2004, 09:10 PM)
It may be a lot of reading, but it's worth reading.
mm...thank you for such kindness, ny friend
I needed to hear that...
Tis only the truth friend. *smiles*
mm...in your mind, yes. in to others I do not know...
Don't be so nervous. You are a talented writer.
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