Shadow Dance

Twist.
Turn.
Parry.
block.
slash.

As I dance with my shadow,
My sword leaving glittering trails,
the dance takes me away,
it removes me from life's trials.

Economy of motion,
empty of concious thought,
always in balance.
that's what I've been taught.

No ones laughing now,
As I move deeper into the dance,
because this is more than my skill,
this is more than my art,
this is my passion,
this is my heart.

And as I finish,
sweat dripping to my eyes,
and the sunlight relecting from my body,
well that's no surprise.

I turn and see you,
And I know you understand,
I know that you see beyond the beauty of the movement,
and you know that my shadow is not the thing that I fight every day,
my demons are.

So i can smile and come back to you,
My golden shore.
My golden shore.

I really like that. Very different form anything I've ever read...(maybe im just limited...dunno)....great work though.

*Bows very low*

my thanks

*bows even lower and hits her chin on the floor then falls down due to lack of balance*

Drop past my face my love I beg,
see past my smile,
see past my jokes
and know what I am.

With a look,
With a touch,
With a sigh,
Know what I am.

Everyone has a dark side,
everyone has a bag of pain,
but mine is a tide,
and it drags at me.

Forget, it whispers,
forget the morals found,
in blood and toil,
in experience and pain.

let you darkest self free,
flow with the tide,
run with it as it sings in your blood,
use your hatred and be free.

It would be so simple,
so easy,
to let myself sink,
to stop and not control,
not think.

These people bring me back from the brink,
they are a lodestone,
to which all that is good and happy comes,
and you, of course you,
Because, limited though I am, I do think.

I feel my darkness sometimes,
claw with acid fingers at my soul,
but your touch and your smile,
they make me whole.

And your face understands,
and your eyes have stars,
even as my body has scars,
and you take both my hands.

And we walk in full light,
defying the darkness
and the tide,
because you do see.

I am free

wowzers, there be a good one too. You are very descriptive, I like that.

*Bows to Green Child, worshipping every bit of poetry on this page* SERIOUSLY GOOD :o

Genius and a fool

I want the truth, I want the pain,
I want innocence lost and Pain replayed again.
Because from this I ignorance I refrain,
And this is my loss,
Never my gain.

Ignorance lost is ignorance found,
Because with this new knowledge,
Is burden’s sound falling down
And it forever weighs me forever around.


This new pain makes me realise,
That I have lost things I will never again find,
I am the genius of nothing,
For what I’ve willingly done.

No one is around now,
Because this loss is all,
Because this is my own quiet little fall,
A fall from innocence and grace,
Believe me, I won stupidities race.

Buried in the sand,
This is soon to be my last stand,
The flickering candle that my life has become,
The doctors say, it’s course has run,
But I will end as I have lived.

I will travel my own path into the unknown,
Because no path with knowledge has been shown,
Maybe, just maybe, all I can show is bloody wisdoms gain.
I will leave as I have lived, quietly,
With a lifetime of regrets racking my frame.

I will leave on my feet,
Not connected to machines, because that’s not me,
The candle will fade and the wax will fall
The smoke will rise and that will be all.

I will die as I have lived,
With knowledge and regret,
Both a genius and a fool
Both a genius and a fool.

Ooooh, thats really good you know. I especially liked the imagery of the last two stanzas.

*bows*

I also thoguht is was very well written. There is something about your writing that just gets to me in a good way.

thank you dearest

:)

dearest! you are talented beyond anything i could ever do

your just too sweet GC. :)

I dunked my head in a bucket of sugar this morning :lol:

But I fear

I feel you touch my hand,
I feel you lead me to a different land,
a land where there is no pain,
and I feel whole again.

But I fear,
there is so much unsaid,
and so much left to do,
I don't know if I'll ever be strong enough,
to see it through.

And as the tears fall,
as you bend over my pain racked frame,
I know you wonder,
If this is the last time I'll come out the same.

But I fear,
The is so much joy betwwen us,
That the world cannot hear us,
who will ever see us?

And your heartbeat brings me back again,
but we both know that won't always happen,
no matter how much your my lover and my friend,
One day, it will end.

But I fear,
That the darkness reaching out,
shall turn me all about,
and I will fall without a shout.

And we both know,
that we cannot show the pain between us,
knowing that death is near but,
Not caring all the same.

One day it will take me,
and you'll have to forsake me,
but for now I'm back again.

But for now I'm back again
But for now I'm back again.

Very good. You poetry never fails to amaze me. :)

same here. love it!

As I feel the weight upon my chest,
The quiet, almost suffocating strength,
And my mind begins to slip,
I think.
This is it, this is it.

I’m dying here,
In this hospital bed,
The cool, crisp clean sheets,
Are all I feel.

I fall into darkness,
But it is warm and comforting,
There is no more pain now,
No longing,
Just acceptance that I’m leaving.

And then I feel pain,
As you place the pipe in my throat,
And your hands massage my rib cage,
Forcing my heart to start again,
Forcing me to live.

By what right do you bring me back?
By what right am I ripped from death?
Why am I taken from that soft velvety blackness?,
Back to the world.

Everything here is sharp and bright,
Every colour dazzles my senses,
Everything cuts, and I bleed,
But no wounds can be seen.

I died.
My heart gave out,
At eighteen I was dead,
Yet I was dragged back from there,
Back to the world of the living.

You want praise,
Oh sweet nurse, dearling,

Why have you done this thing?
Why have you pulled me back from peace?
Once again for life to begin?

Very deep, very emotive.

and also very good

*bows* err.....it's crap but thank you

bit frantic at the mo cos im headlining again on thursday.

Im fine with it though.....

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Lovemaking
I am too far down,
I am beyond words after what has just happened,
And this?
This is what always happens to me.

I go so far that I forget my own name,
I move beyond words and simple thought,
I loose all comprehension,
In our joint act am I lost.

Warmth,
That’s the first thing I feel,
I feel you hand on my cheek,
Moving slowly around my face.

I have not come back yet,
I have not travelled far enough,
From the realm of sight,
Touch and sound.

And you look at me, I know,
But you know better than to speak,
Because you know that I cannot talk.
Not yet.

What you want to hear is said without words,
As I drink in the delights of your body,
And the curve of your frame,
As you lay in the quiet between us.

And then you do speak,
You say those simple words,
“I Love You”
And I’m not far enough yet to speak.

But my eyes hold yours,
And I show you all I am,
In wordless thought,
Not least, that I love you.
I am happily caught.

And though I’m not far enough to speak,
I stroke your dark hair,
And that it seems is everything,
In this peaceful moment,
it is all.
And we stay this way, as I slowly come back,
And you know,
That I wouldn’t stop stroking your hair for the world.

Another masterpiece from an indesputable genius. Nice work, very different from my usual readings. The last one posted I like very much.

I too liked this poem as well as....every other poem you've posted. But I'll admit, I do have a favorite......Genius and a Fool

What I See?
You stand there in the morning light
And you ask what I see,
Why I cannot talk,
Why I cannot cry,
Why I cannot laugh.

One love has been taken,
By death’s barge,
Across that dark deadly river,
Never to awaken.

Another has left me,
Due to kith and kin,
Why can I not cry?
My tears don’t mean a thing.

Another loved one dead,
Another pain unsaid,
Another piece of my shattered heart,
Has fallen into darkness,
My voice fled.

What do I see?
I see no morning birds in flight,
No beauty in the starlight,
I see Grey,
I see ash and pain
I see the end of the line.
I see my heart’s blood bled,
Dripping on the floor and my happiness,
My hope, lost.
That which I can no longer regain.

You ask what I see,
I dream, of all my loved ones dead,
It is long since I was able to sleep,
Without those sights, sounds and smells,
It was long, since I was sound,
Long since I could weep.

I am like the flower pressed,
I look the same at a glance,
I smile and laugh,
Occasionally I even dance,
But my path has run,
My Soul is weary,
My body trudges on,
Yet there is no point,
All is lost and all is gone,
My course has run.

I wish for one night without dreams,
One night without seeing their faces,
All of those I love, cold and dead.
But the world is death,
The world is ash
And all of my blood,
Every drop,
Has been bled.

Another excellent poem, written by an excellent genius. Sad but good. I admire your style. :D

All eloquence, all peace has burn't away,
I am more angry than ever,
peace has flown away,
maybe it never was, never been.

You give me pain with every word,
with every apology, I am reminded,
Of your lies and betrayal,
and what it has made of me.

Put my soul through pain,
force it through the fire crying,
the man you knew, maybe he was a lie,
maybe he just died.

The fall has happened,
the cuts have been made,
my soul shredded,
it's sigh lost,
to the unforgiving day.

And this is what you have made,
an emerssary of hate and blood,
never again will I trust,
Damn you and all that you are,
As you have damned me.

I scream, wounded beyond measure,
my soul escapes, no longer a tresure,
this is what you have done,
I hate you and will see you end,
And I will laugh, I will laugh.

I smile,
A cold and bitter smile,
bloody daggers are my teeth and empty are my eyes,
peace is gone,
but revenge is enough,
hate is enough.

I have no need of friends,
No need of weakness,
because what you have done,
has freed my chains,
no more simpering,
no more trust.
my morals and goodness have rust.

This is what you have made me,
you have ressurected this, the better part of me,
And it will knock on you door,
and you will see what I can do.


See you soon

Brilliant, as ever, though a little dark (as ever). Three points though.

1) I love the "through the fire crying" line. I can't describe what I like about it, it just sounds brilliant.

2) It's emissary, not emerssary. My god, i never thought i'd find a mistake in your work

3) Is the "see you soon" a menacing end to the poem, or your own little comment?

yes and yes

Hey everybody. Ms.BACPACLady is back!! Did you miss me? Sorry I've been gone so long, but I'm back now, I hope :D . Anyway, I've written some new poems since I've been away, so please, give me your best critizism!
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The Most Beautiful Things
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As I lay here and think,
as I smile and think,
peacefully I watch and I think.
I watch all the beautiful things in this world.
I think of all the beautiful things in this world,
and I think, and I think, and I think.

I watch a group of small children play hide and go seek.
Johnny was it,
But I saw him peek.
Soon they'll all go and play tag by the creek.
As I observe my surroundings,
I smile and think.

It's a beautiful day out,
the sun seems just right.
It's heat doesn't burn,
but the sun shares it's light.

The wind isn't blowing,
but there is a comfortable breeze,
it lightly shakes the leaves on the trees.

I then come out of my trance of deep thought and I notice you staring at me like you want to say something. I look into your eyes and you look into mine and then I know that we both agree.

Our love,
the children,
the peaceful summer breeze,
these are the most beautiful things!

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When You Laugh
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When you laugh, I laugh with you,
and when you cry, I cry too.
There is no way to describe the way I feel when I'm with you.
Love, I think is too weak.
Or maybe it's too strong,
but if so then why do I dream of being with you my whole life long?

I'm not sure where we're going,
but I do know where we are,
and where ever we are going,
you are my best friend by far.
And I want to set my future where ever it is that you are.

Soon when we are older,
the feelings of new will pass.
And then I will understand the feelings more, alas.

But until further notice,
no matter what we do,
I just want you to know that
I will always love you.
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God Bless The USA
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I go to school everyday.
When my work is finished,
I will play.
I stop and think at the end of each day
about everyone I've talked to today,
and all the things I heard them say.
They all remind me of myself in a way.
I think of the soldiers who are away,
and then I kneel down to pray,
I greet the lord and then I say,
God Bless the USA.
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These are a bit different from what I usually write (especially the last one), so tell me what you think. Thank's everyone and It's good to be back!

I like them. They feel like they've got a playful rhythm to them, good rhyming structures and can be quite moving, particularly the first two. Keep it up, BACPACLady!

Thank you Mr. Thought Fox sir. :D I'll try to have more up soon.

For James

I used to think that I knew,
I used to think that I could see this through
I used to think that I had done all I could do,
I used to think....

That's beside the point,
Or maybe that is the point,
Ah hell, I don't really know
and it just goes to show.

As I hold this weapon in my hand,
The silver steel polished,
by the blood of battle sand,
I am not a man.

I am sorry about all the childish arguments we had,
you remember brother?
When we didn't talk for months,
after you told my secret to another?

I never used to think about death,
yet it creeps on us,
mortality keeps hunting and stalking,
ever waiting for death to land.

I have found no faith strong enough,
no love deep enough to explain these thoughts,
yet this I know,
If this was my last moment,
If my blade will sing no more of blood,
If it would whisper no more of my soul,
as the bells stop ringing,
it's good to have my friend with me,
If this will be my last stand.


Even if he doesn't know how to use a sword.

He will stand.

He is my brother.

He will do his best.

He always has.

...please put that sword down. :o

I take it you don't like it then? :(

Of course I do. I just have an allergy to sharp objects :P

It's very good, very moving, GC.

As I lay here,
In this quiet despair,
I realise that we are not together anymore,
In this moment or maybe before we have changed.

we are now strangers that share the same bed,
what we once loved has become dust,
and what we once had has be replaced,
only by mistrust.

I once held you
marvalling at the wonder I felt,
Now you feel like a rock,
chained around my throat.

What can I do Or say,
can I pack my bag?
would you cry?
could you summon even that much?
I couldn't.

I'm saying goodbye,
I'm braking the chains,
because we are not the same,
and it is just painful for both of us,
welcome mistrust.

I'm gone,
this is enough......

Very good. I particularly liked the rock/throat image - don't know why, but it felt the most vivid