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Yuri 10-02-2010 03:12 AM

Poems for the soul
 
Hey Im Yuri, Im a old member of JF and I havent been around a lot, but when I was here I use to post my poems, but now that Im back I thought I should bring back a poetry thread!
You can feel free to comment on poems and post your own as well to be commented on!
Simple rule though, if you have multiple poems to post place them all in one single post instead of individual posts, and no more than 10 posts a day from every user.
~Yuri


Mocking Bird
I once thought you as a sparrow *beauty in disguise*
then a black beaked crow *disguise unknown to the eyes*
now your just a mocking bird *we see you for who you are*
entertainment on the go *even though the show is far from over we can see whats come to end*



Stories Ive never told
I’d like to think that when we were young
We’d play games and find true love
I’d like to think that when we got old
We’d have plenty of stories to be told
I’d like to think when I’m going to die
The sky will rain for the earth will cry
I’d like to see when I awake again
That I’m in your arms lying in bed
I’d like to hope when life passes me by
That Id forever have you under the night sky
<3…


Grasping life

Don’t let me fall
Hands on these shards of glass
I’d grab a piece and break inevitably
This heart is weak but temptation strong
Create a death that sounds like song
Tear me open and see what you’d find
A broken heart and shards of glass
I told you to catch me but you laughed
I cried blood and bled tears
But silence is all you’d ever hear
You knew I was sick
Twisted was the fate
I’d hate to remind you
But now I’ts to late
I loved you and you knew
But I stepped on deaths doormat
And was welcomed with open arms.


Never forget

You can’t forget the words
You can’t forget the feelings
You can’t forget the love
You can’t forget the thoughts
I can’t let go of the words
I can’t let go of the feelings
I can’t let go of the love
I can’t let go of the thoughts
All I want and all I needed
All I felt and all I was thinking
The words are stained into my mind
The love is stained into my heart
This rose you gave is stained into my hand
And your face is stained into my memory



Who am I?
I’m walking death
I’m a talking soul
I’m the silent child
I’m a loud troll
I’m the fly in your room
I’m the helpless all around
I’m the one you’ve kicked to the ground
I’m the one who makes no sound



Starry nights

Nights of night
The stars are bright
One world gone
Left behind
See the sky?
I see stars
See the moon?
No just stars
They are scars
When the night was sad
Takes it out on itself
The scars were left
The night was glad for now they were friends
When the moon was gone
The stars remained
The night was glad
And perfectly sane

MuRaSaKiiNkI 10-02-2010 04:15 AM

Thanks for posting this, I love writing poetry! If I may, I can contribute to this thread:

Two poems from my poetry class--

Remembering an Old Friend

A brain freeze can kill someone.
The mind rips with white noise and frigid snow,
and you know what picture should pop out of the cereal box.

It itches like an annoying wasp,
evading the desperate grasp of your chilled fingers--
rubrubrub in aggitation, but it just stings harder, branding a hole.

Throw in the flag, and
like a runner caught at home base
the outcome's not worth the trial and tribulation.

You lift your head.

Snow, leaves, cement,
black Puma boots, leggings, wool skirt,
a thick brown hide jacket, gloves--one clenched
at the side, and one shaping your name--

Then her face, and she smiles. And,

The warmest breath of July melts the snow into Strawberry-Kiwi Koolaid you two sipped while dangling your tiny feet over a whitewashed Sunday porch, grazing the nubs of cattails, the scent of raw spearmint
burning the nose,
long ago in Elementary school,
before she told you she was moving to Alaska.

...


Not Like Dad

One of my X's is yours, right?
Too bad the doctors didn't have a microscope to check
that time.

My thoughts, then, must be yours,
since we both lived together for nine years,
even though you worked most of the time and left afterward.

The way I speak, surely,
But I could never get that laugh down,
with the chopped-up 'eheheh' like an evil Buddha.

Well, how about my hair?
It's darker than mother's, especially wet...
But in the sun it devastatingly shines.

My eyes! I have brown eyes!
Yours are black and boxed in, though,
and you always ask why I freed myself with contacts.

But our skin, perhaps._________________Yes.
Even though on one side it's lighter,
it's brown on the other--on my arms, shoulders, and face.

I think, sometimes, I am like you,
even though you say whenever you see me,
"How'd you get so white? Not like dad, eheheh."

...

Thanks for sharing your poetry, looking forward to further promoting literary expression with you~!

Yuri 10-02-2010 04:30 AM

I really liked your two poems. :] I love writing poetry, I think Ill put some more up later that I actually have on my facebook :P

A part that stuck out to me the most was

"One of my X's is yours, right?
Too bad the doctors didn't have a microscope to check
that time."

I like it...it kinda gives me a good chill reading it :D

MuRaSaKiiNkI 10-02-2010 04:39 AM

Yeah, my professor told us to just enjoy writing, if it's not natural, it's forced, and that's no good. So a lot of my poetry is funny, light-hearted, but with an edge to it. ^_^ I'm glad you liked it!

CoolNard 10-02-2010 05:00 AM

Incredible poetry sense, guys!

Glad to see you're up and posting again, Yuri. =)

"just enjoy writing, if it's not natural, it's forced, and that's no good"
Hear, hear. :)

Yuri 10-02-2010 03:01 PM

Psh like Ill ever go without a good poetry thread on here Coolnard :]

Heres one I wrote a few months ago:


(Written along to the song ~ Cherish - Ai Otsuka )

Loveless Game
Sometimes I wonder if life is a game
move your pawn here and hope your still sane
the dice they roll like the sweat on your face
pray to the heavens that you'll win the race

My baby dear the angels sing
like the trumpet of life will softly ring
play your cards right and maybe you'll see
that life is exactly the way it should be

Sometimes it seems the game should change
often you wonder if things are in your range
though in the end you'll realize your wrong
and every day seems even more long

Living away and so far apart
has me alone with a hurting heart
the warmth you gave me
lasted as my mind wandered the farthest sea

I'd wish to honestly cherish this friendship
though I know it wont ever be that way for me
this love I harbor creates craters in my being
and the game I'll play with slowly die away

Two steps back and await my turn
this love I feel will slowly burn
again the card of sorrow shows
my life shatters and completely forebodes

My pawn lost its course
and now forever it shall remorse
losing this game
and enduring its shame

The dice roll a lovely 4
my heart lands upon the floor
skip a beat another perhaps
life ever full of daunt traps

You skip ahead and miss the gate
that closes shut and seals my fate
the tears wont ever let go
things speed up even if forever slow

Never forget those who care
the love you had once to share
I'll miss the feeling of being with you
a feeling I felt by very few

Never forget...
I love you <3

Yuri 10-03-2010 02:03 AM



Dreamers Dream
Hold on it’s the end of the world
There’s hope left yet
The weak and the silent will rise against
And the world as we know it will be on top of the universe

Our life as we perceive it will be anew
And the needles will fall to the floor
For there is strength in us yet
And we will show it for sure

Sleeping
Sleeping
For we have nothing left worth fighting for
We will sleep eternally upon the floor

Dream keep the dream
And it will make us worthy
Stand up tall and show what your worth
Running away wont solve our problems just give us more

Keep telling yourself that you’ll stay alive
Sweet dream at the contours of our mind
It’s at the end of the world that we need to get to
So we can defend our worlds and the ones we love

Hold onto the world we are fighting for
Never before we could let go
Lets not make this the start of the ending show
Its not enough to want more

Fight together, defend me
Dream dream its all a dream
Wake up and find the needles upon the floor
Kick them away now there’s no real way out

fuu 10-04-2010 07:43 PM

love it girl!!!!!

MuRaSaKiiNkI 10-04-2010 11:09 PM

Two more! Let's keep at it! Thanks for the lyrical poems yuri! :P <3

And Still, be Still*

One morning I was climbing true,
the ground ashining bright with dew,
and came upon a haughty sign, foretelling--
"Warning: Drop Ahead."

As I was sure ahead was wise,
that turning back would blind my eyes,
to the prospects of the end, I heeded
not the warning sign.

But,
The mountain steeped past all prediction,
and beat the snares of my conviction,
'til at the summit I stopped - fearing
air beneath my feet.

And still, be still,
staring down cavity fatal deep,
cold wind biting so I should weep, holding
fear and thrill at the end.

And still, be still,
lest phantom hand should push me over,
or the kiss of greeny lover, swaying
my feet to take a step.

And still, be still,
signs foretold ill,
repulse the thrill--
should we die or descend the hill?

*written in regards to my Economics class, after we talked about the collapse of the housing market, and the frantic "saving" of banks to avoid economic meltdown

In and Out


I wish you were making that sound while going into me,
while feeling me--
between the sheets--

In and Out
In and Out
It was harmony.

Not make-believe,
it was ecstasy!

So sweet the memory, I forgot completely
the moment of your kiss
is lost to me.

Why can't you read between the lines--

Can't you see the best of me?

The angry fiery love of my retreat,
as you cheat with hands behind me.

The feeling,
the sweet sweet feeling,
of her hair is fantasy--
a dream inside a dream
that no remedy can unbind thee!

You say "love me"
I say NO with a rage-love
that eats me
inside and out
with the motion of our bodies' heat,
rolling soft feet with rough feet.

And,
You cry that sound I wish I could receive

In and Out
In and Out of her
and then I understand.

Love so sweet, it burns me.


Thanks all, and let's get some more traffic up in here, yah! ^_^

Karolina 10-05-2010 06:10 PM

wow guys:) your writings are realy beautifull! please,keep posting :)


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