Mythology

Mythology of any kind is the greatest. At least it is when it inspires you. Oh if your not familiar with Thanatos, you may not get it.

Thanatos

The space between numbers is endless,
The moments count to nowhere,
Time wasted,
Time spent,
What is the end? What is the beginning?
The time between thoughts is careless,
The place in mind is empty,
Thoughts spent,
Thoughts lost,
What is the meaning? What is the purpose?
The thoughts of blood are common,
The glances flow together,
Thanatos lives,
Thanatos invites,
Where is this fate? Where is this end?
The Thanatos of heart is alive,
The realizations come to pass,
Life acknowledged,
Life appreciated,
Where is this end? Where is end of Thanatos?

More Delusions

I love writing schizophrenic poems; its kinda fun

What am I

What Am I?
You?
Yes, what am I?
Does it matter?
I just want to know why I live
Do you not want to live in order to feel?
I feel pain.

Where Am I?
Where?
Yes, were am I?
Does it hurt?
I just want to be happy were I am.
Are you not happy, not satisfied?
I don’t know.

Why?
Why?
Yes, why?
Why what?
I want to know why everyone hurts.
Why…is life pain, hurt?
I don’t know.

What am I?
You?
Yes, Me
You don’t understand yet?
I just want to be happy.
Are you feeling unhappy?
I feel Pain

Vintage Model

Might as well post this. This is the first "Poem" (if you want to call it that) that i wrote sometime in the 8th grade

Time

If time is a measurement of space; why does it seem different to people? Time.
To some it goes by slowly,
To others it goes by quickly,
Why?
If it were a measurement; would it not be constant?
The same?
People interpret thing different that’s true,
But even measurements are the same,
For example,
An inch is an inch
A foot is a foot
A yard is a yard
But to people time is always changing; it is never the same,
Why is it not the same for everyone?
Why is it different?

More Crazed Thoughts

This poem is very similar to Loneliness. However this is more about the concept of Reality vs. Dream, and it really just goes in a circle; kind of how my mind
functions...(haha)

Thoughts and Dreams

Reality?
Yes reality
What is reality?
It is the world outside you dream
Where is my dream?
It is at the end of reality
Dreams?
Yes dreams
What is a dream?
It is the emotions you feel in reality
Where is my reality?
It is at the heart of your dream
Me?
Yes you
What am I?
You are the thoughts of existence
Where is my existence?
It is at the heart of your dream
Existence?
Yes existence
What is existence?
It is the dream of reality
What is this dream?
It is your reality
Where am I?
You?
Where am I?
You are at the end of reality
This is a dream?
Of your reality…of your existence

Oops

It was not until after I wrote this that I realized that this shares the same name as a song…

The Suffering

When do we understand?
When do we feel?
When are the things inside our mind not just a dream?
The emotions that move us…that rule us.
When are they true?
Emotions that we do not understand

Who is the person inside us?
Who is trying…to say the things we cannot?
Who is that face that comes to touch us?
The soul that lives in the mind of all…of hearts.
Who is that?
Souls that speak when we do not.
Why do we cry?
Why do we feel the dread of life?
Why the souls of all mortals?
The pain of life encloses us.
Why the hate?
Mortals that cry out in pain…our pain.
When do are spirits break free from all this?
When all things die…why do we live?
When do we understand?
The souls that talk when we do not.
What do they do with our spirit?
The voice that rules us…the voice that whispers “The Suffering”

The Product of Sleep

What do you know, my thoughts came together in a rough poem

Dream

The deepest thoughts in our mind
A truth that is not truth
Dreams we make to let us feel life…
To show that reality is not life
The untruth we want true
A lie that is so comforting
Dreams we hope can come true…
To show that life is worth living
The love caught in soul
A hope that we love so dear
Dreams are created by love…
To show that love is real
The person seen in our dreams
A person always true
Dreams in which we see the person we love…
To show that love is a dream
The person we love
A person in thought
Dreams that come true…
To show us the truth…
The person we love

A Message

I wrote this for a friend of mine, when she was not feeling well; I hope you catch some "Fly Me to the Moon" lyrics

The Gift of Love

The gift of love..
Something to cherish…
Something so fragile and weak
The gift of love….
The thing we long for…the thing we want…the thing we love
The people we love…
The gift of us…
Something like no other…
Something so strong and lasting…
The gift of us…
The thing and feeling we love…the thing we understand…the thing we love…
The people we love…
The hell of broken promise
Something to hate…
Something so evil and malice
The hell of broken promise
The thing we hate…the thing we do not understand…the thing we die over…
Im sorry….

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more
You are all I loved
And
All I worshipped and adored
In other words
Please be true….
In other words
I LOVE YOU

Random Thoughts in a Poetic Form

The Edge of Reason

Sky, blue sky
Sky of wonder, sky of beauty, sky of hope
Never ending blue,never ending life
Sky that completes you, sky that compels you
Blue dreams that live as long as thought
Grass,green grass
Grass of time, grass of many place, grass of thoughts
Never ending growth, never ending dreams
Grass that cradles you, grass that caresses you
Green blades that stretch as long as imagination
Water,clear water
Water of fish, water of stones, water of memories
Never ending memories, never ending reason
Water that sustains you, water that supports you
Little fish that number ideas in mind
Blood, red blood
Blood of life, blood of strength, blood of sustenance
Never ending motion, never ending laughter
Blood that releases you, blood that is sacred to you
Red liquid that fills the place of the soul
Thoughts, powerful thoughts
Thoughts of your’s, thoughts of mine, thoughts of theirs
Never ending conclusions, never ending questions
Thoughts that define you, thoughts that release you
Workings that distinguish you from me
Dreams, beautiful dreams
Dreams of love, dreams of happiness, dreams of forever
Never ending desires, never ending steps
Dreams that drive you, dreams that refine you
Dreams that free you from never
Life, never ending life
Life of love, life of thoughts, life of dreams
Never ending singing, never ending breathing
Life that fills you, life that completes you
Life that lifts you from suffering
Time, never ending time
Time of birth, time of sleep, time of eternity
Never ending pendulum, never ending ability
Time that guards you, time that enables you
How long is forever?

Sometimes this really is Forbidden

Forbidden love
Un trusted feelings
This hell that man creates for nothing
The feelings that are ban from us
What for? Why? This hate?
Pain
Lost time
Forbidden feelings
This malice that is called "care"
The feelings that kill us
What is the point of pain?
Loneliness
Faded spirit
This place of nothingness
The faded place of time
What pleasure? What hope?
Nothingness
Broken heart
Caring love
This is the meaning of "secret sorrow"
The secret place of tears in our heart
What pain? Why tears?
Crying
Bleeding soul
Bleeding heart
This is the meaning of lost love
The meaning of bleeding
Why? What point?
Forbidden love

I Love These Things

Memories
The abstract thoughts of our past
Memories
The things we choose to remember…
Sometimes….
We remember what we don’t want to
The feelings of the present, mixed with the sensations of the past
Memories
The Feelings we want to feel forever…
Sometimes…
We feel the horrors of our troubles once again
The past made now
Memories
The Past and Present into one
The feelings
Memories

Kinda Strange

There are two different colors of text, because there are two different speakers in this poem (or is there two different aspects of the same person?). If any body recognizes some of the dialog from Neon Genesis, you get a cookie

Loneliness

Is there someone their?
You
There are other people here, there has to be
Others?
Yes others
There is only you; but you hate it don’t you; loneliness.
Loneliness?
Where are you?
Here
But I can’t see you, only feel you
Feelings?
Feelings, of course
The others, Do you feel them around you, but there is only you.
Only me?
Myself and no one else
Yes
No I sense someone other than myself
Me?
Who are you?
You, you are many but you are alone…
Who are you?
I can’t be alone!
Loneliness?
You’re here
Me?
Yes you
I am you…we are many but you are alone
What are you talking about?
This is me?
You
What is this place?
Your world
My..?
This is your mind, your world,
My...world?
This place…
Your mind
Can I leave this world?
Leave?
Yes leave
If you want to feel others… the others around you will appear to you… in reality.
Where is my reality?
Reality, outside my mind?
Reality?
I want reality.
You do?
Yes, I do, my own choice.
Reality is at the end of your dream
Where is the end of my dream?
It is at the begining of reality...
...at the end of my dream

Poem (originally wrote to be rhyming)

Moment

A space in time…
A place in mind…
A dream that lasts only to short a time for us all…but it is still there for us all…
A Moment
A make in thought…
A break in naught…
A dream that loves the thought of love…but there is no love for it to love…
A Moment
A thought in haste…
A thought not in waste…
A dream that dreams itself true…but truth is what you want to be true…
A Moment…
A hope of love…
A hope of happiness…
A dream that wishes for the loving feeling…but dreams have no feeling…
A moment…
A space in time…
With hope in mind…
A dream that never stops dreaming of love…but it dreams the endless dreams that we to dream of love…
A Moment…

(by the way Kiki, this is the poem that was on the origami bird from the other day)

Quick Poem

Have you ever been so pathetically bored that you start writing random nonsense? Well, this is the product of one of those moments.

The Garden

Hope
Such a simple word
Garden
Yet another
Life
Such a true word
Growth
Still another
When all things are Simple and True
The Garden Grows
Love
Such a powerful word
Hate
Still another
Mortal
Such a powerless word
Forever
Yet another
When all things are locked between Powerful and Powerless
The Garden Grows
Happiness
Such a word
Joy
Yet another
Forever
Such a place
Hope
Still another
When all things are accepted true and real
The Garden Grows