My poemy thingamabobbers. :>

Alright, maybe art and poetry isn't supposed to be for your OWN art and poetry, but I have super-mega-amzingness powers, so I am suspending that rule for mahself. :p

This is called Night, I wrote it the other day when I should have been betaing eveys abd, and writing my own. O-0

Night

(Part I, See)

I open up my window, wide

And raise my gaze up to the sky

Too see the vast and endless night

And blinking airplanes in flight

The solemn stars sit isolated

From the world, themselves, degraded

Caring not, nor what we think

Wait silently for breaking pink

And flash of dawn, of yellow flood

Of morning blue, of morning blood

Of life and feeling, warmth and joy

Of boisterous hope, and yet it’s coy for

Though it fills the whole world up

‘Till overflowing from its cup

It lies beyond, untouchable

So far from us, from being whole

It hoists us up, it pulls us in

Yet nearing closer, like a sin

We look to it and share its pain

But pain relinquishes no gain

For though it stands apart, alone

This is its duty, to be shone; a beacon,

Shown itself the world

Where memories and dreams unfurled

Filling the day, filling the sky

Until they overflow, we cry

As spilling out, the darkness comes

Falling from the plate; the crumbs of

Energy and life dim down

Beyond our eyes, beyond the town

Beyond the earth, beyond the sea

World turns itself, the light must flee

And save itself, for our tomorrow

We look unto the west in sorrow


(Part II, Hear)

I open up my window, wide

The man to whom was lied, he cried

Cicadas humming, whirring, chirping

A love’s request, a lover’s shirking

Brushing, hushing, mother’s coo

To child’s nightmare, fear of who

Is creaking, swishing, cursing, mutter

As he lands inside the gutter

Drop of water light and clear

Echoes near, inside your ear

Church is tapping, pitter, patter

Bellboy runs to ladder, clatter

Grunts with pain, begins to moan

As rope is hefted, sound the tone

The drone of low, soft breathing comes

Inside the room, young woman hums

Unconsciously, as in her dream

Though good it is, she hears a scream from

Down the river, down the road,

Hopeless loss of life is towed from speeding carriage

Thumping hooves

Along the body, clear are grooves

From which rivers of roses fall

Endless trickling, hear the call of

Desperation, sadness sounds

The laughing crowd, the joking clowns

Although they smile, singing loud

Crack of thunder, crying cloud

Crashing, splatter, snapping, plop

The woman feels her stomach drop

The cliff is tall, the waves they rush

Her pounding heart, her fleshy lush

As pain released, her cackling laugh

The croaking of a newborn calf

With farmer sleeping, no-one hears

The heifer’s trying, dying tears

Ignored as far beyond the call

A rooster crows atop the wall