Poems.

[Aliya A. Mayuri]

Yep, all these poems are interesting! The two last poems of The Phantarch were a bit unusual, but I liked them now I wanna show some of mine

Dedicated to Japanese animation series “Bleach”. The dialogue between Ichigo and Rukia.


Death Gods (Shinigami)

I.: - Reveal me truth with no limits

And show me purple sky,

Just pull the blade into my heart,

Avoid the question: "Why?"



R.: - I don't believe in ghost and gods!

I'm a living ancient God myself.

I clean my slayer with red steams of blood

And hide my robes on a dusty shelf...



I.: - My body chained with a soul,

But still I know the compromise,

I tear apart my mind and breath

Though with enormous cries.



R.: - ...and though my way is coming to an end,

(I closed my eyes, there is no more desire),

The thirteen scattered flowers still exist,

They guard the world and never will retire.



I.: - I left aside a real word,

I said 'goodbye' to all my 'mates,

But can I leave behind my past,

Forget my joys and sorrow days?



R.: - You have no choice; your work won't wait,

Your duty is to crush the evil guys.

The Master always keeps an eye on you,

He won't believe your mind's lies.



I.: - I don't need your stupid help.

Just get away from me!

You have some time to go ahead

Till I will count to three!!!



R.: - Hey, shouting fool, calm down a little, you!..

I've lend you powers, taught you some techniques.

The only thing I wanna ask you - stay alive.

And never come for me and break my gallows bricks.



I.: - I haven't heard you, damn God,

I'll follow you whatever what I say!

You think I'll stay alone again

And these captains won't ever pay???

This one is my favourite. The first of my long poems...

 Twilight rhymes 

The wolves are howling terribly on hills,
Full moon is crawling through the silent night.
Its peaceful light makes swaying ghosts appear
To change our fortune and predict the fight.

The sparkling flag now flatters with the wind,
A ship is ready to cross the darkest ocean.
The sacred way among white foam and waves –
Is only way to find your true devotion.

The fallen soul is lost beyond the words,
And sand of times is pouring through its hands
While Wizard of the Dark is sailing right away
To pray for Lord and see Eternal lands.

We summon spirits that inspire us
To see the future and recall the Heartless,
Who is the chosen one, that seals the Light,
And opens mysterious frozen solid fortress.

The drops of mist are dancing in the rhythm,
That comes out from the Hell's true gates,
But messengers are flying high between the clouds,
They run away and hide in empty shades.

This funeral is hard to understand.
We're buried deeply under the dark cross,
And blood is covering the marble plate
To make us feel the blossom of the frost.

Enchanted hearts were poisoned with the tears.
Because of arrows that were full of Duty
We had to do the things we strongly hated,
And therefore forgot to notice deathfull beauty.

The lancer of the nightmares came again
To kill the Love and to deny the Souls.
For what should I remember faithless days,
If our minds were surrounded by the crows?

Black scarefull wings then closed our eyes
To pay the Devil's rent for their cold existence,
And birds that once were caused by Him to death,
Gave their heartless, scarlet last assistance.

 Halloween 

Halloween is a night of light.
The pumpkin lantern –
And shadows take fight!
I bring my little pretty broom,
And I go out from the room.
I whisper a spell, and I’m in the sky,
And I just know - this night is mine!
I see around all these stars,
And on the Earth are driving cars,
And people going to their homes,
And rivers with white sand and coasts…
Halloween is a night of light,
I am a witch, the Moon is bright…
I can do all I want tonight!


An idea

What’s a belief itself?..
Wisemen won’t give you answers.
The question is quite simple,
But complicated at its profound core.
What is the world around us, strange and hopeful,
And what the Man was born in this world for?

And what is Hope?..
A doze of stiffed with cold light dreams,
That have no past, but bound with a magic rope
And can’t attract adults, but hunts for joyful teens.

The halo of good deeds won’t save your mind from death,
What is the Faith?.. We have no explanation,
Just walk through endless Life by the predicted Path,
And lead to Peace the world’s whole human nation.



U may see some other poems of mine here... I posted them in past

 

[King Avallach]

Speak for yourself in the unusual but good poems category!

The outcastes

(1) Knowing not which path to tread,
Hands bound and bloody red,
The traits for which we're reviled,
The dank stench of guile...

It screams out,
It screams out,
Oh the dead in sight,
In the cold of night,
Hands bound once again.

Outcastes, our heads hang lowly,
Drunk with fatigue, we trudge slowly,
Oh, for the blood and vitriol spilt,
Paid back through endless pangs of guilt.

My heart, I thought black,
Sorrowed as I look back,
Her lover, yes he died,
Holding onto her and his pride.

Accursed doubt,
Accursed doubt,
Oh the dead in sight,
In the cold of night,
Hands bound once again.

(2)

You can say what you wish,
Delight in decline,
In it you'll relish.

Pay us once,
See us depart,
Our crimes renounced.

We will go far from here,
We'll find a hole,
Where we'll remain e'er.

Watch the sons we raise,
The ones you impotents will
more or less surely praise.

More than ever,
We'll endeavor,
To find ourselves again!

 

[King Avallach]

This is a song of quite unusual style.

HOHIL (head over heels in love)



Now I know
the,the,the
safest way, it's alright,
nothing comes as foolproof,
even if it's nearly,
there's always a greater fool.

Every time I hear,
Now, now,now
It's all just fine,
A palanquin's a wagon,
Maybe it's empty,
Even so the carriers are still lagging.

One dark day and night

Given very much,
New, new news
Always different to the involved,
Their eyes convey nothing,
Even if they're hollow,
Still you know there's something.

Hidden in thievery,
Ha, ha, ha,
Scenario: perfect,
With, once again a perfect start,
You'll never know it's me,
Until, that is, I've stole your heart.

Another dark day and night

Is your head so really full of plastic?
Did you know what you were doing,
Would you share,
Would you share your feelings with me,
There's a conscience ticking through your heart,
Shared with me, but drumming as we depart.

Here, there and other
Know, know, know,
Holding on to old times,
Passing me through water,
Swimming as a mermaid,
There you are and I feel as I ought.

Silence in a storm,
shh, shh, shh
I'm shaking,
I'm as happy as a songbird,
Just because it's caged,
I need you to spread the word.

Given a nice home,
Tick, tick-tocking,
My brain has been swallowed,
Served as purple sushi,
Wherever you go I'll follow.


Another dark day and night

Is your head so really full of plastic?
Did you know what you were doing,
Would you share,
Would you share your feelings with me,
There's a conscience ticking through your heart,
Shared with me, but drumming as we depart.

Is your head so really full of plastic?

 

[DemonSlayer6]

Sweet poems dudes!! Keep up all that good work!! I'll post mine on later.

 

[King Avallach]

New era

Long ago the twilight sun fell,
Your guts can feels it,
Yes they can,
Bloodied storeroom,
Screams drowning out,
Bound to Mephistopheles' spell.

And through and out,
Fear and doubt,
There's something lurking all about.

And in a deep, dank den,
Cut wrists lay spewing,
Old wills newly conquered,
Ancient resolves denied,
Eating mawmenny by the cart,
Drinking mead with a friend.

And have you heard the angels choir,
A celestial embrace through despair,
Nesting in our beds, beneath the sheets,
Travelling through life and death,
And through something else,
Ambiguity makes our case dire.


And through and out,
Fear and doubt,
There's something lurking all about.

Feel the breeze and the needles in your skin,
Flick through the picture show, a montage,
A shoulder through the artic wind,
I'm afraid I have to give it to you again,
Now the children lose their innocence as comes ten,
Trapped through perpetual paradox and through a sin.

As people awake the birds in cabbage patches,
The crimson makeover disguise,
Clinging to like scellotape,
Trusting eyes turn to sponge,
A new soft surprise in your mind,
Passing through door and gates and locks and latches...

And through and out,
Fear and doubt,
There's something lurking all about.