Post by kousa on May 1, 2011 19:54:05 GMT -5
So I got bored and decided to post up some stuff of mine. I have a few Poems I have written and a few Pictures I have drawn so I will post those. Feel free to comment or criticize them.
Strung Together
Gossip is a vile thing.
Talking about the woes of others
Being rude in a manner that can cause hate
An argument waiting to happen
It will end up in a fight that can sever friendships
The threads that bond us together are bound stronger, but with a new color
This coloring shows our emotions towards each other
We are unaware of this thread as we tangle with threads of others
Leaving us in a giant web of knotted up string.
Re-Cycle the Elements
Drip goes the water
As it shifts through the Earth
Picked up and thrown by the wind
Gently falling into a pit of fire.
The fire erupts and is cooled by the water
Then the cycle begins again.
Alone
From every road
Lies a friend in need.
Even though we know them
Everything we know about them is hidden.
Inside their heart is a mystery
Nothing that most of us can comprehend
Growing stronger the more they hide it.
Leaving them alone hurts them
Inside they are in pain
Forgetting
Everything they know and fleeing life.
Glass of Friendship
Life is a routine every day is almost the same as the last.
We get up from our bed and prepare for the day we have become so familiar with.
Travel to work or school and do what we do.
Boredom strikes us at the most inconvenient time and we will somehow find our way online.
We will check facebook, myspace, or any other form of social network.
Check our messages to see a friend we haven’t seen in forever and reveal our thoughts to them.
We call them our friend and even though we can’t see their face they become someone we rely can on.
The screen of our computer or phone stops us from seeing the real them behind their screen.
The messages they post could be a lie and we take it as the truth.
We don’t have a friendship built on truth, but one on lies.
These are not our friends and they will hurt us in time.
Shut the screen and find someone with a face to talk to and not some screen with some wiring.
Sure they face of someone you know could lie too, but then at least you can tell when they are lying.
Escape from the technology that controls our generation.
Return to the face to face communication that we take for granted.
Remember that nothing can replace a true friend then an electrical friend.
Holding Tears
Sitting in my room I get a sense of wonder.
It’s quiet in my room, but the world is calling out to me.
I can hear the wind’s howling echo through the cul-de-sac.
The wind is telling me that it’s in pain as it causes branches to scratch against my window.
I can feel its anguish as I lay in my bed gazing at the cream white ceiling.
I close my eyes and try to listen to its words hoping to understand its feelings.
The sky begins to cry as rain falls down on the grassy ground that surrounds my house.
Drowning the small plants that are trying to grow in the ground.
I feel sad for the plants as there are dying before my eyes.
I can’t help but cry for the loss their parents must be feeling.
The sky then starts to scream and I start to feel fear.
The rumbling of the land causes me to hide under the covers hoping to shield myself from its warmth.
I find myself surrounded by the darkness of the sheets, but they can’t keep the screams out.
I pray for the sky to stop venting its anger out at me, but my calls go unheard.
How can the sky feel such pain? Will it ever stop? Can I help it?
These thoughts flow in my head when I realize what I must do.
I get up from my bed with my head held high and approach the window.
I open the window and let the rain pour into my room.
The carpet is now damp, but I smile anyways.
I greet the rain as if it were a friend.
I open my arms and a branch from a near-by tree holds on to them.
I have given all that I can to the sky and even though it’s not much it has a shoulder to cry on.
Music
Pound the sounding drums!
Here lies the start of a beat gone wild
Hear the crescendo of the strings prancing through the meadows
Feel the rage of the horns blasting out your ears.
See how the woodwinds dance among the chaos
Smell the sweet scent of music’s combination of flavors
Taste their individual parts as you enjoy their fugues
At the end you will applaud to their mastery of their art
You realize only later that they were only regular people
Showing you that anyone can be extraordinary!
Prisoned Child
Drips of water flowing down the checks of a lone child
Cuffed to the railing of a home that they hate
A house filled with only with their whimpers and cries of sorrow
And a lone figure in the living sitting and watching the news.
The little child is forced to stay entangled to the stairs for a crime that made no sense
They are tortured on the inside as they wait for the warden to release them.
The hand of a near-by clock gently glides over the four chiming the release of the prisoner
The warden doesn’t move though until the giant hand reaches the three.
The prisoner is finally released, but is scared once again.
They escape to their room where they feel somewhat happy to be back in a place they enjoy
A moment of silence as the child enjoys their freedom when a change in wardens comes along.
The new warden is the nicer of the two, but the free prisoner is still scared.
They stay scared for four years when the wardens are separated by two men in black.
The prisoner lived a much quieter and happier life, but the fear of the past warden still haunts them.
The child becomes unruly and hectic almost eventually putting themself in a morgue.
The nicer warden notices this and becomes a new person
They become a guardian and finds the child help
This child becomes calm, but it’s still damaged emotionally
The guardian then enrolls the child in a tae-kwon-do class and the child begins to bloom.
The child and guardian have a new relationship that is based on love and not fear
The old warden rots in their own cell as the child lives happily with their new mother.
The child eventually grows up happy and with a kind spirit, but something still tugs at them
They still have the haunting memories of their past and they still cause them pain
They live with a half-smile half painted grin on their face hoping to forget the past and live on.
Forgetting the past to survive in the world they now want to be a part of.
Silver Wings
Light of the heavens above
Send me my love
Together we can survive
Their love makes me feel alive
They fly down to earth
Given to me in birth
My silver wings soar
They land on the floor
We live like a song
Nothing can go wrong
Their face sparkles in light
Together we take flight
We rise up to heaven’s gate
We embrace the fate
We now live together
In heaven forever
Rose of Love
Red like blood
Given by others
Fills my heart
Just like my mothers
Love can’t be sold
Living in our hearts
What we see is bold
True love is never seen
Ugly or old
We try for the one
Failing once or twice
To find the one we call hon
Once we find
The one we seek
Our life has
Reached its peek
A kiss goodbye
We meet on in love
Together we stayed
But I must fly away like a dove
I may never see you again
Take this gift
A sweet kiss
A token of my heart
Given with bliss
We say goodbye
A tear shed from eyes
Away I fly
I say goodbye
Awakening to a new world
A dark passage
Floor of squish
A new package
Out it pops
From it comes life
New to them
Then with the knife
Tears shed for words
Wrapped in cloth
Traded hands
Grown to explore
And find new lands
Once old
It can’t remember
But it knows
It was an eve in November
Fighting On
Jab to the left
Punch to the right
Uppercut the clef
Spirit of the fight
Blood flies
Crowds cheer
As each round dies
Both lives are in fear
Down to the mat
Count towards ten
Heart of flame
Burns in rage
Raising once again
Eyes glare
Ready for the kill
The bell blares
Crowd in awe
In wondrous applause
A broken jaw
The winner lives on
Tears of Lies
Loved at sight
Lived together
Troubles arise
Extreme weather
Feud with words
Fight with wits
Evil erupts
Heart to bits
Tears flow
Darkness engulfs
Bed of lies
Now Dead
Bright Light
Hope given by god
Rising after death
People praise his name
Live on once again
Time flies
People resort back
Shaking his head
They will not confess
End of time comes
All will die
Armageddon
We burn alive
Flying Ocean
Fish fly within
Waves of white
Can change in a blink
With its great might
It cries when sad
Gusts when mad
Roars when pissed
Clears when glad
Without it we would die
With it causes danger
Life circles around it
Together we are a total stranger
Trapped
Cold steel
Enclose my heart
My spirit urns to break free
Wings bat for freedom
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp
Closing around me
Surrounding darkness
Help me!
Shifting darkness
Nowhere to go
Where am I?
Help me!
What’s that?
Light!?!
Growing warmth
Salty breeze
Wind billowing around me
Flap, Flap, Flap
Soaring to the sky
I am Free!
Fate
Void, Emptiness, Hollowed out hearts
Are we really alive?
Do we truly exist to follow our paths predetermined point?
Do our beliefs affect our actions?
Are our actions controlled by fate?
Our minds are a blank canvas forged by our beliefs
But does this mean our beliefs our already painted
Are we truly in control?
Do the invisible strings of god move he pieces into place?
How? Why?
My Creator
Friend of my friend
How shall I call you?
The maker of my picture
Or the friend who greeted me with a nice smile?
I should explain
That my heart is unsure
About whom you are
To me I must find a cure
So this was short
It’s the best I could make
With such short notice
Let’s hope this is useful at a later date.
Pictures
Walking the Halls
Running from Class
Warrior Princess
Lady Zodiac
The Dark Prince
The Raven's Brother
The Silver Glove
Friends Meeting
The Dirty King
Poems
Walking the Halls
Running from Class
Warrior Princess
Lady Zodiac
The Dark Prince
The Raven's Brother
The Silver Glove
Friends Meeting
The Dirty King
Poems
Strung Together
Gossip is a vile thing.
Talking about the woes of others
Being rude in a manner that can cause hate
An argument waiting to happen
It will end up in a fight that can sever friendships
The threads that bond us together are bound stronger, but with a new color
This coloring shows our emotions towards each other
We are unaware of this thread as we tangle with threads of others
Leaving us in a giant web of knotted up string.
Re-Cycle the Elements
Drip goes the water
As it shifts through the Earth
Picked up and thrown by the wind
Gently falling into a pit of fire.
The fire erupts and is cooled by the water
Then the cycle begins again.
Left or Right?
There is an echo in the distance
It’s calling your name
Do you answer it or not?
Does the fear of the darkness in the distance cause you to tremble?
Or does the light of where you are keep you safe?
Choose now.
Follow or stand.
The decision is yours.
Do you feel you made the right choice?
Did your path lead you where you wanted?
Who knows maybe there is more to the path?
There is an echo in the distance
It’s calling your name
Do you answer it or not?
Does the fear of the darkness in the distance cause you to tremble?
Or does the light of where you are keep you safe?
Choose now.
Follow or stand.
The decision is yours.
The light screams at you
The dark sings to you
Grabbing you by the throat
Dragging you into its heart
Drowning you in its light
Drowning you in its Darkness
Should you have chosen the other path?
Should you have chosen the other path?
Too late your time is out
Too late your time is out
Do you feel you made the right choice?
Did your path lead you where you wanted?
Who knows maybe there is more to the path?
Alone
From every road
Lies a friend in need.
Even though we know them
Everything we know about them is hidden.
Inside their heart is a mystery
Nothing that most of us can comprehend
Growing stronger the more they hide it.
Leaving them alone hurts them
Inside they are in pain
Forgetting
Everything they know and fleeing life.
Glass of Friendship
Life is a routine every day is almost the same as the last.
We get up from our bed and prepare for the day we have become so familiar with.
Travel to work or school and do what we do.
Boredom strikes us at the most inconvenient time and we will somehow find our way online.
We will check facebook, myspace, or any other form of social network.
Check our messages to see a friend we haven’t seen in forever and reveal our thoughts to them.
We call them our friend and even though we can’t see their face they become someone we rely can on.
The screen of our computer or phone stops us from seeing the real them behind their screen.
The messages they post could be a lie and we take it as the truth.
We don’t have a friendship built on truth, but one on lies.
These are not our friends and they will hurt us in time.
Shut the screen and find someone with a face to talk to and not some screen with some wiring.
Sure they face of someone you know could lie too, but then at least you can tell when they are lying.
Escape from the technology that controls our generation.
Return to the face to face communication that we take for granted.
Remember that nothing can replace a true friend then an electrical friend.
Holding Tears
Sitting in my room I get a sense of wonder.
It’s quiet in my room, but the world is calling out to me.
I can hear the wind’s howling echo through the cul-de-sac.
The wind is telling me that it’s in pain as it causes branches to scratch against my window.
I can feel its anguish as I lay in my bed gazing at the cream white ceiling.
I close my eyes and try to listen to its words hoping to understand its feelings.
The sky begins to cry as rain falls down on the grassy ground that surrounds my house.
Drowning the small plants that are trying to grow in the ground.
I feel sad for the plants as there are dying before my eyes.
I can’t help but cry for the loss their parents must be feeling.
The sky then starts to scream and I start to feel fear.
The rumbling of the land causes me to hide under the covers hoping to shield myself from its warmth.
I find myself surrounded by the darkness of the sheets, but they can’t keep the screams out.
I pray for the sky to stop venting its anger out at me, but my calls go unheard.
How can the sky feel such pain? Will it ever stop? Can I help it?
These thoughts flow in my head when I realize what I must do.
I get up from my bed with my head held high and approach the window.
I open the window and let the rain pour into my room.
The carpet is now damp, but I smile anyways.
I greet the rain as if it were a friend.
I open my arms and a branch from a near-by tree holds on to them.
I have given all that I can to the sky and even though it’s not much it has a shoulder to cry on.
Music
Pound the sounding drums!
Here lies the start of a beat gone wild
Hear the crescendo of the strings prancing through the meadows
Feel the rage of the horns blasting out your ears.
See how the woodwinds dance among the chaos
Smell the sweet scent of music’s combination of flavors
Taste their individual parts as you enjoy their fugues
At the end you will applaud to their mastery of their art
You realize only later that they were only regular people
Showing you that anyone can be extraordinary!
Past Peace
I look back at the faces of those who made me smile
Wondering if I could ever see those smiling faces again
Imagining the old times we have been through
Speculating what we have had done
Happy for those times
Friends forever
Only
Remembering them
Playing together in those
Everyday manners we would know of
Almost going too far, but still enjoying it
Caring for each other even when we are all drown
Everybody supporting each other through the darkness and through our individual lives.
I look back at the faces of those who made me smile
Wondering if I could ever see those smiling faces again
Imagining the old times we have been through
Speculating what we have had done
Happy for those times
Friends forever
Only
Remembering them
Playing together in those
Everyday manners we would know of
Almost going too far, but still enjoying it
Caring for each other even when we are all drown
Everybody supporting each other through the darkness and through our individual lives.
Prisoned Child
Drips of water flowing down the checks of a lone child
Cuffed to the railing of a home that they hate
A house filled with only with their whimpers and cries of sorrow
And a lone figure in the living sitting and watching the news.
The little child is forced to stay entangled to the stairs for a crime that made no sense
They are tortured on the inside as they wait for the warden to release them.
The hand of a near-by clock gently glides over the four chiming the release of the prisoner
The warden doesn’t move though until the giant hand reaches the three.
The prisoner is finally released, but is scared once again.
They escape to their room where they feel somewhat happy to be back in a place they enjoy
A moment of silence as the child enjoys their freedom when a change in wardens comes along.
The new warden is the nicer of the two, but the free prisoner is still scared.
They stay scared for four years when the wardens are separated by two men in black.
The prisoner lived a much quieter and happier life, but the fear of the past warden still haunts them.
The child becomes unruly and hectic almost eventually putting themself in a morgue.
The nicer warden notices this and becomes a new person
They become a guardian and finds the child help
This child becomes calm, but it’s still damaged emotionally
The guardian then enrolls the child in a tae-kwon-do class and the child begins to bloom.
The child and guardian have a new relationship that is based on love and not fear
The old warden rots in their own cell as the child lives happily with their new mother.
The child eventually grows up happy and with a kind spirit, but something still tugs at them
They still have the haunting memories of their past and they still cause them pain
They live with a half-smile half painted grin on their face hoping to forget the past and live on.
Forgetting the past to survive in the world they now want to be a part of.
Silver Wings
Light of the heavens above
Send me my love
Together we can survive
Their love makes me feel alive
They fly down to earth
Given to me in birth
My silver wings soar
They land on the floor
We live like a song
Nothing can go wrong
Their face sparkles in light
Together we take flight
We rise up to heaven’s gate
We embrace the fate
We now live together
In heaven forever
Rose of Love
Red like blood
Given by others
Fills my heart
Just like my mothers
Love can’t be sold
Living in our hearts
What we see is bold
True love is never seen
Ugly or old
We try for the one
Failing once or twice
To find the one we call hon
Once we find
The one we seek
Our life has
Reached its peek
A kiss goodbye
We meet on in love
Together we stayed
But I must fly away like a dove
I may never see you again
Take this gift
A sweet kiss
A token of my heart
Given with bliss
We say goodbye
A tear shed from eyes
Away I fly
I say goodbye
Awakening to a new world
A dark passage
Floor of squish
A new package
Out it pops
From it comes life
New to them
Then with the knife
Tears shed for words
Wrapped in cloth
Traded hands
Grown to explore
And find new lands
Once old
It can’t remember
But it knows
It was an eve in November
Fighting On
Jab to the left
Punch to the right
Uppercut the clef
Spirit of the fight
Blood flies
Crowds cheer
As each round dies
Both lives are in fear
Down to the mat
Count towards ten
Heart of flame
Burns in rage
Raising once again
Eyes glare
Ready for the kill
The bell blares
Crowd in awe
In wondrous applause
A broken jaw
The winner lives on
Tears of Lies
Loved at sight
Lived together
Troubles arise
Extreme weather
Feud with words
Fight with wits
Evil erupts
Heart to bits
Tears flow
Darkness engulfs
Bed of lies
Now Dead
Bright Light
Hope given by god
Rising after death
People praise his name
Live on once again
Time flies
People resort back
Shaking his head
They will not confess
End of time comes
All will die
Armageddon
We burn alive
Flying Ocean
Fish fly within
Waves of white
Can change in a blink
With its great might
It cries when sad
Gusts when mad
Roars when pissed
Clears when glad
Without it we would die
With it causes danger
Life circles around it
Together we are a total stranger
Trapped
Cold steel
Enclose my heart
My spirit urns to break free
Wings bat for freedom
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp
Closing around me
Surrounding darkness
Help me!
Shifting darkness
Nowhere to go
Where am I?
Help me!
What’s that?
Light!?!
Growing warmth
Salty breeze
Wind billowing around me
Flap, Flap, Flap
Soaring to the sky
I am Free!
Fate
Void, Emptiness, Hollowed out hearts
Are we really alive?
Do we truly exist to follow our paths predetermined point?
Do our beliefs affect our actions?
Are our actions controlled by fate?
Our minds are a blank canvas forged by our beliefs
But does this mean our beliefs our already painted
Are we truly in control?
Do the invisible strings of god move he pieces into place?
How? Why?
My Creator
Friend of my friend
How shall I call you?
The maker of my picture
Or the friend who greeted me with a nice smile?
I should explain
That my heart is unsure
About whom you are
To me I must find a cure
So this was short
It’s the best I could make
With such short notice
Let’s hope this is useful at a later date.