Poetry by Raivu

iLuwMuffinz<3 wrote:

this is nice :]
I loved you forever
I loved you with my heart
but u left me there
crying and tearing all apart

thats little of mine

Oharo - kun wrote:

I may be funny.

As a clown can be.



But all you can see.

Is the little part of me.



Slowly take a breath.

Then look into my heart and you'll see.



The sad part of me.

I love poetry, but I'm not so good when it comes to grammars.
Anyway, i made this one when i saw your thread.
Took 15 minutes.

Raivu wrote:

haha. I like that. It's like a hidden meaning underneath what everyone sees. :p mine took me 20 minutes. Tieing off the end was the hardest part.

Look to the night sky
Heaven can't lie
the past won't hide
in the stars so high
time can't pass on by
the truth it holds
thus the past unfolds
but never before your eye

In this time of trouble Mother Mary comes to me,
whispering sweetly "Let it be."
I wake up to the sound of music,
early in the morning the sun is shinning down on me.
My spirit soars, my hear is weak and aches to be, with thee again.
Time will lend me strength and Mother walks by me.
I let Her song set this man free.
It carries me through the darkness,
never ceasing, never failing me.
So the light shines for me.

So You think you can tell
Heaven from Hell?
What if we're all just souls
in fish bowls?
Looking for reason.
Answers in plain sight.
Sayin' "Yeah follow the light"
ah, but I'm not right.

They said its ok
if I don't know any way
but that is a lie,
just like "You're gonna fly"
Shot holes in my heart.
Engine won't start.

I'm all gone.
The shell remains,
so on goes the game
The people can see
its just not me.

Don't know where I am.
But I'm still here...
Hidden by fear.
Don' think they'd understand.
Don't think they know
Don't want them to star.e.
Don't think they'd care.
So I can't let them near.

Can't stand here.
Can't Be Alone.
So I hung up the phone.
Nobody's home.

Now I'm lost.
Can't seem to find any thing
Not even a dime
to send out the call.

What do I do?
I won't slip away.
Two side of the coin.
Can they be one?

Pictures different on the other side.
Kids keep tapping on the glass.
My head ache won't pass.

Can I break free
Now that I see
The problem's
with
me?

The looking glass won't tell.
What you call Heaven, I call Hell.

Hark, where now is the horn that was blowing?
Where now is the rider, whose heart beat true?
What has become of the horses’ manes’ flowing?
What of the slick mail and swords, do they not strike true?

What has become of our once valiant race?
Passed into time without reason or rhyme
have we now fallen so far from former grace?
Foolishly seeking filthy wealth that shine.

Some have not yet forgotten that truly great age.
Always telling romantic tales; wide eyed
We wait on in our cursed social cage;
Our true ideals unable to hide;

Still we seek to live in the bygone past.
Seems that everyone ask “how can you last?”

There or here, here or there.
To choose one seems so unfair
to stay I wonder if I'll dare?

To leave them all behind
or go on down the line
out there, somewhere
maybe one I can call mine
still friends are hard to come by.

Thus my misgivings abound
a choice too great for me to call
still they must hound
as to which collegic hall.

Let it be;
To enjoy this time is key,
later I will pay the fee.

The river ever rushes on.
I'll end up where I belong.
It won't be long.

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Nice stuff. I used to write all the time in high school...especially in math.

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Nice stuff. I used to write all the time in high school...especially in math.

I love you, sweetest thing i can say.

Words I can prove all day.

As soon as you ask me "do you really do?"

I'll answer with my whole heart "Of course! I really do."

Then you'll smile seductively, looking at me upside down.

You took a deep breath, as I'm thinking what you'll do.

Then you reach out and turn on your PS3

Raivu wrote:

is there anything you CAN'T do? :p

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Can't fly yet.

Nice stuff Oharo - kun

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Its an interesting format and style. The more you write the better you'll get and the more you'll develop your style and form.

Oharo - kun wrote:

What do you mean by the word "format"? o.0

Well, My works always have a rhythm or a pattern.
Whatever you can call it, so I'm guessing that's the format thing.?

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Can't fly yet.

Nice stuff Oharo - kun

C0FFINCASE wrote:

Form, format, whatever.
The arrangement of your end rhymes in the first one was interesting to me.

Sydd(: wrote:

I like poetry, and story writing. I'll post something later when I'm not on my iPod.
:]

C0FFINCASE wrote:

We need a writing/poetry section now.
Less is always more Raivu. That's the power of poetry. To quote Clapton "The space between notes is far more important that the notes." It always about what you don't say but still do that determines the power of you statements.

Raivu wrote:

I'm going to sig that. I love clapton. And yeah, we do. I was looking for one before I made this thread, but all I saw was the drawing one. lol. A writhing/poetry section would be amazing.

C0FFINCASE wrote:

You've been sig as well.
Yeah a writing section and music section then I think we're good.
Hm, I think I'll go record something and post it. The you guys can write poems(lyrics to it).

Raivu wrote:

that's actually good, because I also need lyrics (and someone with a good singing voice) for my songs too. x_x

Oharo - kun wrote:

My voice was said to be good, but need to practice more...
I can sing, just provide the lyrics and the background music. xP

Oharo - kun wrote:

My voice was said to be good, but need to practice more...
I can sing, just provide the lyrics and the background music. xP

Tonight is the night.
Where we welcome the dead ones into our souls,
Into our life.
Sometimes, they need to speak for themselves.
Not tell lies.
They know what really happened.
And tell us, so we know to.
How tonight began.
And how tonight flew.
They tell stories about life.
Just for today, just to grasp tonight.
Tonight is where it all began.
And just got out of hand.
And tonight there very near, to sing there song, and make it clear.
Some were collected, some were not, but, they fought and fought.
Some were seen, some were not, depending on what they brought.
If they were happy and glad, not sad or mad, they'd be seen, which isnt bad.
Some were big, some were small, some were short, some were tall, All were recognized within time, Because they had to rhyme.

This is only avaiable tonight, NOT tomorrow, when the darkness erupts and the sun dies, its only seeable within your eyes.

Why? Its just tonight.

The In crowd-Sydd(: 10-20-09:2:13am

So, people think your cool, your the popular one at school.
You get everyones attention, your really adored.
But, you made a mistake when you got bored.
Do you regret it at all?
Now your not part of what is defined to be ...
"The in crowd"

Sydd(: wrote:

My other notebook of them were better, But heres two. PS) Most of it doesnt rhyme for a reason, at any rate, here it is.


Rather dark one i wrote.^

Oharo - kun wrote:

@Raivu. - What genre would that song be.? o.0

@Coffin. - Bass guitar.? o.0
Would be great if it is.

Raivu wrote:

those are awesome. I especially love the last one.

Oharo - kun wrote:

Old one.

I may be funny.

As a clown can be.



But all you can see.

Is the little part of me.



Slowly take a breath.

Then look into my heart and you'll see.



The sad part of me.

Some changes.

I may be funny.

As a clown can be.



But you only see,

the little part of me.



Take a deep breath.

And look into my heart.



There you'll see.

The bitter part of me.

Halogod wrote:

I like the second one alot. The changes you made went well with it.

Sydd(: wrote:

Thanks. :]
When i get unlazy ill look in my other notebook for some.
Literally, i have 2 notebooks in my bed, [queen bed] for when i comeup with a idea.
Think thats bad?
I use 5 pencils to draw with.
So i have about 30+ drawings in my one notebook, along with paper.
So yeah.(:

Oh and yesterday, my dad almost found my one story.>.>
I snatched it before he read it.