Waiting.

Waiting

The steady hand of the clock moves onwards.
Implacably, unstoppably, onwards.
And each second of it is without you.

Men say time flies. But time has never flown,
Never spread its endless wings, until now.
Time only passes when you are absent.

I wait, in solitude, for your return.
Counting each moment of each weary day.
So many moments, all bereft of love.

Neither lock, nor portal barr'd, shall stop time.
But I'll always wait.

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I'm not really sure what you would define this as. I suppose it is closest to a cautal sonnet (4 stanzas, 3 composed of 3 lines of 10 syllables in an ABA format, the final stanza composed of 2 lines, one with 10 syllables and one wih 5, following the format AB), except it doesn't rhyme. I didn't want it to rhyme, though, because it took away from what was needed.

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Dance of the Ravens

The blacklit Ravens
Dance the minuet of the star sky night.
The deep, sonorous caw-caw roused from feathered throats, calling.

Elegant baroque,
A parade of deepling black birds circle,
Casting the long drawn shadows illuminated by the flames.

Corpse flesh, devoured.
Stripped and torn in the fury of the dance.
The beautied midnight dance, the dance of the true blood scavenger.

Bodies lie like toys.
Broken, discarded. Spear and sword and shield
Become nothing more than shiny trinkets under beaded eyes.

The war is done, gone.
Night descendant upon the battlefield,
As the blacklit ravens danced the midnight dance, corpses ravenned.

Look on. Is it any wonder a gathering of ravens is called a murder?

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Whee for having poetic license and being able to make up words that sound right and flow right, and gyre and gimble in the wabe! Well, a 5 syllable, 10 syllable, 15 syllable piece of prose, non-rhyming.

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Lies

It starts so simple, innocent, naive.
Not deceit, but truth veiled in an altered guise.
But the words build up, you start to believe,
Under a mounting fusillade of lies.

Caught in the crossfire of all the deceit,
And the twisted truths that blocked reality.
Spiralling from control, pride and truth meet
Sucking you into despair, depravity.

Struggling to break the web, trapped and bound.
When you finally break free, speak at last
The trust is gone, replaced by empty sound.
Gilded words are turned aside, echoes of past.

For words of truth are not covered in gilt,
But tempered by the understanding of guilt.

wow that is amazing. It speaks to me in a way . its great

This is great! Meh, the poems I've wrote kinda suck compared to this.

Thank you. :]

Why not try writing your poems here, Fairymoon? They are probably better than you think, and everyone here would love to help you improve.

Wow, this is really great. I'm not good at writing poems. Which I hate because my brother's fantastic at writing poems...it's as if his talents taunt me...

That was beautiful

Maybe I will. That sounds like a good idea. I might do that one day....if I can find where I put all the poems in the first place.

Ok, I have put up another prose piece, Dance of the Ravens. I'll give a cookie to whoever can guess which author I happened to be reading at the time.

Wow. o: Those were lovely! I especially liked the first one. I really felt something while reading it. Made me do my pouty-lip face. >_> <_< >_> But I enjoyed reading it. How long would you say it would take you to write something? It all seems very well thought out and nicely constructed. Nice work, matey. *eleven thumbs up* Any chance of seeing more from ya? Hm? That would be splendid. :3

They take a while to write. I start off with a Venn diagram style thing with words I want to incorporate, then I decide on the syllable, stanza, and rhyming format, then I flesh that sort of skeleton format out until it is completed. After that, I just make sure i like every word, and that I'm happy with it.

Wooooow. o: That's super organised, I have never considered writing like that before. o: When I write, I'm kinda... sloppy and all over the place. x: Your style is really orderly, and I would sense that while I was reading it. Fantastic stuff.

Okays, "Lies" is now up.

For Azzy:

Well, with this one I settled upon a theme, Lies (obvious by the title), and then did the words I wanted to use. I liked the sound and flow of:

Naive, deceit, fusillade, crossfire, bullet, reality, depravity, empty, bleak, gilded, gilt, guilt.

There was a bit of gun imagery (crossfire, fusillade, bullet), philosphical/psychological terms (reality, depravity), emptiness (empty, bleak), subject words (naive, deceit), and wordplay (gilded, gilt/guilt). As you can see, not all of my "want-to-use" words got in, as they didn't feel right once used.

I picked a straight out Elizabethan sonnet format, to accompany my slightly unusual cautal sonnet. This sorted out the obvious stanza/syllable/rhyming format.

I then organized a rough sketch of the words. Ie, I wanted to the wordplay gilded and guilt together, depravity nd reality would obviously go together, etc.

Finally, I put in all the other words that seemed right, and voila! The finished product.

So, yeah. Uh, that's how I do it.

Thank you for the explanation. I see all the effort that you put into your writing, and I think it's really cool. Lies was really interesting to read. I get a strong sense of.. I don't know how to call it other than the word 'icky-ness'. What? XD Reading it made me think that telling lies is really deceitful and dangerous. Stuff like that makes me feel... unclean. That's why I use the word 'icky-ness'. *scratches her head* Yeah. c:

Reading through your poetry, I stumble over a lot of new words that I don't know. So I look them up, then read through the poem again until I can find the proper context of the word and understand the sentence/stanza completely. Your writing is widening my vocabulary! :3 All in all, I usually read over one of your poems atleast three times, just so I can be able to understand it.

You do? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

Experimenting with being wild and unstructured for Azzy. : P

Currently just toying around with words and ideas. Expect something up soon.

Originally Posted by Crab Helmet

You do? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

I believe it is. I'm always wanting to know new words and their meanings. I carry a mini dictionary with me everywhere, so if I come across a word, I can look it up. Sometimes, the words aren't in the dictionary, so then I ask people. But yes, it's a good thing. c:

I should send Lies to my ex.

But those are simply amazing.. Bravo!