Now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament my dream
and don a doer's doom.
Create is now contrive;
imagined, merely know
(freedom:what makes a slave)
therefore, my life lie down
and more by most endure
all that you never were.
Hide poor dishonoured mind
who thought yourself so wise;
and much could understand
concerning no and yes:
if they've became the same
it's time you unbecame.
Where climbing was and bright
is darkness and to fall
(now wrong's the only right
since brave are cowards all)
therefore despair; my heart
and die in to the dirt.
But from this endless end
of briefer each our bliss-
where seeing eyes go blind
(where lips forget to kiss)
where everything's nothing
-arise, my soul; and sing.
-anon.
Well I thought I might actually write something about me here after all this time.
I've been writing since I was a young teenager. I just kind of stumbled across it one day. Found some stuff I didn't even remember writing and continued adding to it. Writing is what has gotten me through heartache in all it's different forms and what has helped me celebrate life and love and reminded myself how good things are. Sometimes I write things out of no-where but usually my poetry is quite personal and emotional though I'm getting more broad these days. I'm always very honest in my words, just like real life and love looking back at that moment in my life. Poetry is definitely my journal, sometimes short snapshots of a moment, a fleeting thought, sometimes a whole philosophy or a large part of who I am.
Feel free to leave a comment, I'll appreciate it and always comment back! I don't get offended that often, and even if I do I'll still respect you had the guts to tell me!
Enjoy my words. They're there for you and me both.
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament my dream
and don a doer's doom.
Create is now contrive;
imagined, merely know
(freedom:what makes a slave)
therefore, my life lie down
and more by most endure
all that you never were.
Hide poor dishonoured mind
who thought yourself so wise;
and much could understand
concerning no and yes:
if they've became the same
it's time you unbecame.
Where climbing was and bright
is darkness and to fall
(now wrong's the only right
since brave are cowards all)
therefore despair; my heart
and die in to the dirt.
But from this endless end
of briefer each our bliss-
where seeing eyes go blind
(where lips forget to kiss)
where everything's nothing
-arise, my soul; and sing.
-anon.
Well I thought I might actually write something about me here after all this time.
I've been writing since I was a young teenager. I just kind of stumbled across it one day. Found some stuff I didn't even remember writing and continued adding to it. Writing is what has gotten me through heartache in all it's different forms and what has helped me celebrate life and love and reminded myself how good things are. Sometimes I write things out of no-where but usually my poetry is quite personal and emotional though I'm getting more broad these days. I'm always very honest in my words, just like real life and love looking back at that moment in my life. Poetry is definitely my journal, sometimes short snapshots of a moment, a fleeting thought, sometimes a whole philosophy or a large part of who I am.
Feel free to leave a comment, I'll appreciate it and always comment back! I don't get offended that often, and even if I do I'll still respect you had the guts to tell me!
Enjoy my words. They're there for you and me both.
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- My mood is , and quote is Hatred devours the hater as well as the hated..
- I am a 25 year old girl (New Zealand)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a teacher.
- I am in the groups Another Place For Poets, Chocolate Lovers, If you are bored, My Hide Away, New Zealand Poets, The Happy Group, Whatever You want, just be yourself
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slamstar on March 30I know those kinds of cyclones can be pretty annoying can't they? I'd lay sandbags or something but then I might not learn ever anything again.
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Ankotenshi on February 21, 2006Thanx for the comment, but that was definitly not one of my better poems, its for school. i'd appreciate it if you could maybe read some of my better ones. Thanx a lot! And I'll read yours too!!
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Rock on witcher bad self! 779 critiques, 137 poems. said:
Verdict: Andale pues, vamos a leer
Mayonaka Kireli has written a rather unusual poem for this web site, one which is focused not on her own self but on the world about her without the ego constantly present. Indeed there is very little ego evident, though of course the eyes of the poet, the mind of the poet must be awake and cognisant of the subject at hand. Or must it?
Shorty jo, you should never say never. If you try, keep trying, you may do this. I say, of myself, try try, or die trying. But never lie, lie, weeping and sighing.
So, you teach? I am a substitute teacher, and have taught classes before at vocational colleges, Kuskokwim College in Bethel, Alaska, and Southeastern Technical College in Glennville, Tattnall County, Georgia. -
Skuicide on February 5, 2006Thank you very much for your comment on my newest poem! I'm trying to kill writer's block and it's good to see that I'm back and not "dead". ^_^
