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« Reply #3360 on: July 13, 2020, 18:28:13 »
And
And my dreams
Of you and your closeness
All the poetry
Of hopeful hands
Moving

What should I do with them?

Our hands are not touching
You remain a wistful dream
Your decisions harmed me
Is it simply me coming for pain
And not for love?

Our hands are moving
In the air
I sometimes feel I can’t stand
Breathing any longer

Praying or painting
A happy future
Inside my shattered heart
Stitched and glued together
To make it bear
The weight of my past life

I am not responsible for it
But I’m paying the price

And I feel guilty
For asking to be loved
Understood and cared for
And I cry
What is love
How does it feel to be loved
If it is one
Why do I feel so
Lonely?

And I walked
Such a long road
Through the dark passage
No one can escape
If they were dragged there
Just to hope for your love
Yet I stay here
A heavy monument
Of what maybe could have been
Planted as a rose
But not cared for to bloom
I stay here
In your silence

And this sweet feeling
In my very soul
That tender weight
In my hands
This as if kiss
As if touch
Isn’t it how a deep longing
Manifests itself
Regardless of whether
It is really reciprocated?

And my dreams
Of you and your closeness
All the poetry
Of hopeful hands
Moving

What should I do with them?
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3361 on: July 16, 2020, 09:08:53 »
The Castle

You are the freedom
And yet there are chains
Suffocating under their weight
I wonder

All what we really want
Is to live
Fully

All what we really want
Is the light of love

I stare into my heart
To see your light
And tremble from the pain
That paved the path
To here

All what we really need
Is to understand

You are my love
The only real one
I'm slowly climbing up the stairs

You'll see better from there

I see the dark forest with hurting me trees
To get to you, I must let them tear through
My flesh

I know nobody else
Can see this forest
They can only see the blood
And scars
All the marks
It leaves on me

You are the love
I never wanted to leave
I thought you left me
And chose someone else

I told myself it was natural
Not everyone is bound to a castle
Of ragged glass

I stand on the roof
The night is black and eternal
I know the moon is shining somewhere
Will its light find me
Will it guide me
Or am I doomed
To get lost in the darkness
In a castle beyond thorns of dead rosebushes
That I was dragged into to live
Happily
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« Reply #3362 on: July 16, 2020, 10:22:50 »
The age of pain

What can you know about pain?
You're only a child


You're speaking as if
Pain is some sort of privilege
Handed out on a given day
By some authority that decides
The amount and start of it
Based on a person's age

This person is 21
Quite mature to stand up through
The loss number 8
Let's issue it


I wish it was like this

All children are happy
You say
Childhood is such a magical time
You say
Where does a child go
When facing their pain?

Into self-blame

Because of course it couldn't have taken place
With a normal child

And children are sacred
And happy
,
They say
What kind of a child, a soul are you
To experience the unspeakable?

You ask yourself

What can you know about pain?
You're only a child


Tell me, how can you be so cruel
To ask that
If you're an adult

Is there a mandate
For cruelty
That's given out
On a particular day?

Now you're old enough
To destroy others
To assume you know
What you can't
To demand the behavior
You expect
To not listen
And ask as a command
Not to hear the answer


Is age a privelege
To not want to know anymore?
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« Reply #3363 on: July 22, 2020, 15:44:12 »
***
Tell me
All this
Wasn't true

Tell me
This is not their hate
Tell me
This is not...

Where do you go
When the open sea
Is
The most welcome thing
And there is no home

Tell me
This is not
My life

Whom do you become
When you are not supposed
To be
When you are used
Emotionally
To soothe
Those who care for you?

And who breaks your back?

And what is care?

The open sea
Does not
Hurt
Necessarily
It can be nice

Unlike their love
It may not
Unleash a storm

Predictably suddenly

Tell me
All this
Wasn't true

It wasn't real
It's not my life
Not what I saw
Not what I feel
Not what I know

Tell me I see
Not what is real
This cannot be
So often
Happening
Around me
Around all

Tell me
Lull me
Into sleep
And cry with me

And tell me I may trust
You know yourself enough
To not break me
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« Reply #3364 on: July 24, 2020, 00:01:10 »
***
In the open sea
the gulls of the past years
scream into my ears

here flies the one
such a little bird
with a broken heart
hoping with all hope
'you might know me'
'you might see me'
'you must be the one'

and your long hair
and a funny joke
was it even real?

and the sky is dark
and the stars are mute
shining brightly
singing their song

how I sang for you
into the cold wind...

how I shared with you
all that I could see
beautiful

in my happy dreams

yet I felt the doom
creeping into me

but you were my moon
and you shone to me

and so flits the next
singing our song
all the tender warmth
shining through your eyes

brighter than the stars
but you know you chose
others over me

but I know you chose
others over me
more than once and one
don't you want to see?
I remember all
what I shouldn't know

are you even real?

all the blame you chose
putting onto me
look inside your soul
tell me whom you see

how could things go wrong
if you're asking me
was there any time
you had faith in me?

was there any time
you dared choosing me
over all your fears
and your fantasies?

all the easy loves
all the easy paths
I just followed you
what you did to me
I repeated, too

but the circle's torn

in the open sea
stars are shining bright
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« Reply #3365 on: July 24, 2020, 16:27:59 »
***
All the stories that we tell ourselves
How true are they?
How real?

The myths we cling on to
So we don't end up
Under the torrential rain
Of reality that can be
So merciless

A tiny winged creature
Crashed by a droplet
Hit hard over the cement
Struggles to stand up
And buzzes its wings
To fly away

This buzz still tickles my skin
Which I offered as a shelter

Until giving it a better place
And then, freedom

Is love like this?
You shelter the one you love
And then let them be free
So they pursue their paths
And if willing, come back
To share their stories
And maybe honey
And love
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« Reply #3366 on: July 29, 2020, 14:36:28 »
***
an aquarium of
lavender air
with bees for fish

my little joy
my granted wish
for living beauty

the air is like water
and water is like air
I wish I could float
in the human atmosphere
like I can in the realm
of peaceful renewal

when all is calm

an aquarium of
lavender air
with bees for fish

my little joy
my granted wish
for living beauty

the precious smell
the tender color
the elegance nuanced by
wind, or bees, or both
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« Reply #3367 on: July 30, 2020, 21:06:15 »
***
The birds sing
I'm happy for the experience
So many voices
Joining in
A choir of a July's evening

Just another evening
Just another day
Carpe Diem
As this boat carries us
Into oblivion anyway

And when your hand isn't touched
It doesn't mean it is rejected

My relationship with time
And memory
Is different from yours
I don't believe in another year
I know we may be smiling to someone
For the last time
Today

So I feel guilty
But I am powerless
To change your mind
So I feel happy
I absorb the light
Of life

Even if no one would understand
What I'm saying
We want to love another as we see fit
Then we wonder why it doesn't work
Out

And maybe the truth is that the spoken need
Is not what is secretly wanted

The birds sing
I'm happy for the experience
So many voices
Joining in
A choir of a July's evening

You can scare the birds into silence
But they will sing once they calm down
The choir of life
Will sing along
With or without us

With and without us
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« Reply #3368 on: August 03, 2020, 13:40:49 »
***
The rain is
Fresh and soothing

What if I could fall asleep
In your arms?
One of my dreams most cherished
One of my dreams most often
Shattered

The truth is
Gray and hurting
Just like clouds, but within my head
Raining teardrops

What if I could hide from everything
In the warmth of your hand?

Where does the line go
Between self-reliance and mistrust?
Where is the boundary
Between dependence and reliance?

The rain is
Unstoppable
As every truth
It lives on despite our wishes
We may not see it
But are governed by it

As each choice we make
Where to direct our gaze
And what to occupy our minds with
Does slowly change our path
Until we stop recognizing ourselves
So we are governed
By what can never be controllable

The rain is
Liberating
In the way submitting to the impossibility of
Knowing the future
Is
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« Reply #3369 on: August 03, 2020, 15:48:46 »
***
In her room
She leans her hot forehead
Onto the cold window
The moon is shining
The ship is sailing
Up in the night sky

I cry
I want to scream to her
Do not die
But there's nothing
I can really tell her

In her room
She gave her heart
To a stranger she felt
Closer to than anyone
Forever
She whispers in a fever
Forever

Where is she
Who is she now?
Our tears
Are they same?

In her room
Filled with mysteries
And music
Her poems and tears mixed
With her hopes and dreams

She doesn't know what I know
I don't want her to ever learn
Anything about what is real
In that moment
Things she could never imagine
Could be

In her room
She remains watching
The moon and the ship sailing
The moonlight envelops her
This girl child becoming a woman
Dreaming of the elves and mortal men
Of all the bravery and glory
Always ready to protect another
Always dreaming of another story

In her room
The shadows are defanged by her trust
In love and God
In her room
She could be torn apart
But she smiles
She believes
She's not alone
In this world
In her heart
Her love shines

I look at her
My tears stream down
I cry in agony
I want to ask why
I want to protect her
A wall in my soul is crashed
I see my dream as it was
I have no air to breathe
I want to scream
But I would only frighten her

In her room
In my heart
She remains
Untouched by reality
And its mess
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« Reply #3370 on: August 05, 2020, 14:03:48 »
***
I recall my kingdom
In all its aerial glory
The white flowers
Of snowflakes
Slowly
Twirling
Outside

I recall the glory
Of my world
The kindness
And purity
The beauty
Ornamenting each soul
Each wall
With a song
Of tender love

I recall
The gentle cheer
Of water
The white foam
Of the sea
I dwell in between
The worlds
In my kingdom
Darkness lives
To make the light
Shine brighter

I recall
The music
Of my heart
The stately melody
I was born with
To dance
In my kingdom
Of God's love
With my tender
Hearted knight
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« Reply #3371 on: August 07, 2020, 09:53:51 »
***
And you can be kind and destroy others
You have to understand yourself
And you can be tender and hurt others
You have to be compassionate to yourself

And all that is true is that it's your ego
The thing that is tearing you apart
And all that is real is that you're avoiding
To own your part in breaking their hearts

And I am the same and yet I am different
I never played the game that you play
And I am the same and yet I am eager
To blame you instead of seeing myself

And you can be kind and destroy others
You have to understand yourself
And you can be tender and hurt others
You must practice compassion towards yourself
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« Reply #3372 on: August 07, 2020, 11:23:46 »
***
In the dancing mountain streams
The strings of a violin
Tremble from the fresh purity
Of a morning

When every heart sings with the quiet pleasure
Of the senses drowned
In the light of joys
Brought up by nature

And the spirits dance
Over the stones and ice
The flower of eternal life
Is blooming

In the worlds that I have inside
Shadows dance
To make the ones by the fireside
Merrily laugh

Watching the shadowplay
The theater of life
Some outside
Call real

Only the magic
I hold inside
Can heal
Me
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« Reply #3373 on: August 10, 2020, 11:02:28 »
***
L'art de vivre
L'art d'aimer

Everything is an art
It must be because
Of the
Transcendence
That we strive
For

To understand
Myself
I must get out
Of myself

To feel
Alive
I must be outside
Of my life

The paradox
Of life
The yin and yang
Of a human mind
Life is a process
Death is not a state
And is the final destination

And what is an "I"
Can be seen only in reflection
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« Reply #3374 on: August 11, 2020, 20:02:15 »
Stories

Reading these stories
All these words
Of scared broken daughters
And sons

Doesn’t it make me ask
Lord
About things
How could they be so?
But the answer is
Lord is not unkind
And that’s all to it

Reading all these stories
They convert into notes
All these daughters and sons
Are crying within me
Boosting my fears
Until I cry them all out

Stay vigilant in any crowd
But don’t be too afraid
And any earthly power
Is fake
If you let this happen
If your heart doesn’t ache
With the will to change
Yourself
And break
The circle of hurt
By understanding
When things go bad -- do something good.