Windowed Soul - Stacisaur's Poetry Collection

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Stacisaur, Nov 7, 2011.

  1. I write a lot of poetry, if I'm feeling it. ._.
    I thought, since I have some with me in my dorm, I might as well put some up. n_n
    I wrote a new one tonight, reflecting how I felt with Fluffy Hair Man aka who I spoke of in my rant with the big bold yellow word 'GIRLFRIEND' in it.. ^^;
    Enjoy? Or don't? xD Some stuff is heavy.. KAY. Next post will be the first entry here, but my oldest poem on hand with me right now. c:
  2. I wrote this the last time I was 'in love'. Which actually fell apart suddenly, and quite painfully a couple months ago. Online thing that was meant to come true, soulmates, he bought and sent me Pokemon White as a random gift for me, we're suppose to be only for one another etc. etc. But..then he grew distant and just stopped talking to me. So. I deleted him from my phone, and League of Legends (he's who got me into it), messenger, skype, etc. But.
    This poem is about love.

    Insignificant Time

    So slow, it passes
    Every second is an hour
    Every day, a year
    The wait is agonizing

    Patience is a must
    Sit still, hold tight
    In the end
    It will be worth it

    Colors are more vibrant
    Such vivid hues
    Once unrained to
    The human eye

    New sight is gifted
    Without warning, without resistance
    The senses are enlightened
    Every pigment is . . . wonderful

    Bliss clouds the mind
    Intoxicated by just One
    Sweet thoughts, penetrating images
    The want, the need, it builds

    But how can I sit still?
    How can I act just and polite?
    My heart, it yearns
    I must feed it what it deserves

    Torture, to wait
    For life to begin
    I see black and white
    I hear only monotone

    The heart wishes
    It wishes to fly
    And be protected
    To never fall down

    Warmth, sincerity, strength
    How something is missing
    Kindness, adoration, touch
    Now. Now. I want it. Now.

    It will not die
    It will surpass
    All other examples
    Let us make it last

    Forever and ever
    How I speak so true
    Time has nothing on how
    I Love You.
  3. 8D
    These were done during a time of being depressed, Body Dysmorphic Disorder stuff hitting me hard.
    And so,
    I write poetry to cope and get through the day.


    Scum. Loser. Failure.
    Maybe today will be better. . .
    Fat. Ugly. Emo.
    There is always tomorrow.

    Fake. Nerd. Slut.
    I try to blend in. . .
    Freak. Jock. Prude.
    I try to smile through it.

    Fag. Idiot. Poser.
    Why do I even waste my time?
    Pothead. Virgin. Coward.
    I should just give them.
    What they want.


    My ring won't fit again
    We just had it resized
    Slips off as if nothing is there
    Plain and true, it doesn't fit.

    My jeans sag at the hip
    I just went down a size
    And bought a new pair
    Protruding hipbones act as a belt
    Simple and obvious, they don't fit.

    My wrists have shrunk
    I just noticed the bones
    Shadows create pools of emptiness
    Scrawny and embaressing, on them nothing fits.

    My dress falls down
    I just bought it this weekend
    My chest is too small to support the fabric
    Unnatural and ugly, my dress falls.

    My skin is barely there
    I just stopped eating
    There is too much fat, no one else sees it
    Glad and content, my skin is stuck to my bones.


    What if rain could speak?
    The stories a drop could tell.
    From falling to the Earth,
    Gazing over all the land below.

    Every drop has a story.
    What would they do
    In such a short lifespan?
    Would they be fortunate
    To collide into more water,
    Living on to repeat the cycle?

    If one raindrop was apathetic,
    Would it just not care?
    That it was a clone of many,
    Carried down by nature, by gravity.
    There is no 'woe is me', just
    Pure acceptance, that a short life is lived.

    Are droplets saddened by the fact?
    They will experience the world in seconds.
    Memories drawn to recollect with grandchildren
    Until all ends with dried up moisture
    To start all over again.
    I'm going with a pattern, SEE?!?!?! <3<3 xD
    here go. ~ Obviously, I take my poems sometimes from real life. DUHHH. >_>;


    Mom always told me
    'Your biggest enemy
    is yourself'
    If this is true, for once,
    The antagonist wins.

    If Confidence is invisible
    How is the impact so great?
    If everyone is capable of having it,
    Why have I felt empty?

    What could be worse.
    To be overconfident
    Or underconfident?
    It is a matter of opinion.

    If I am to frown,
    One cannot assume mine has left me.
    I have other traits and emotions,
    I do not need Confidence.

    Be it true, I am too hard on myself.
    Self loathing comes and goes.
    The wasted time can never be brought back.

    Coming to a realization of myself,
    If anyone loses here,
    It would be
  6. These are much lighter toned poems. c: I had fun with them. ENJOYYYYYY.<3<3<3


    The sky is gray
    Not quite black
    Nor much white
    Just gray.

    Rain hits the ground
    Not too quickly
    Nor too slow
    All is wet.

    Thunder wakes my dog
    She is not scared
    Nor very calm
    Gone back to sleep.

    The chalk drips down the concrete
    Colors wash out
    Back to the grass
    No matter what hue,
    They turn gray.

    The Violence of Paper

    Paper beats Rock
    Before Rock knew it
    Paper began to cover,
    Suffocating the mineral
    Paper beats Rock.

    Rock beats Scissors
    Sure, they are sharp
    But Rock is heavy
    Strong, Rock will annihilate
    Rock beats Scissors.

    Scissors beat Paper
    This one is easy
    Weak, vulnerable, shaking
    The looseleaf is cut
    Erased from existence
    Scissors beat Paper.
  7. And here it is.
    The one from tonight.
    Fluffy Hair Man themed.
    T ^T;
    I would like feedback on this in private messages, or in here, whatevs.
    Cause he wants to read it, since it's about lions, and he told me to write a poem about lions.
    So I did.
    It's focused on him and how I feel towards the situation.
    So... >.> dunno if I should let him read it. Cause I want to hint at how I feel through it, since it's subtle.
    I dunno.
    HERE GO.<3<3<3


    Self proclaimed, too awesome for words,
    The confidence fills to the skeletal brim.
    Radiance shines from every pore.
    There is One, and only One alone.

    A mane so large, so wild, untamed.
    Golden strands refuse submission.
    There is no match, no rival to see.
    Dominance is made clear, without a single action.

    Glorious beyond measure, the beast stirs.
    All around cower and shrink.
    No creature dares to confront
    Such a magnificant specimen.

    The animal is blind, however, and cannot tell.
    He is oblivious to the effects he has
    On the others of his kind, singled out,
    The One who is of more humble descent.

    Sharp eyes are timid and weakened.
    The King is not allowed to any,
    No other than his counterpart.
    Discouraged, She slinks away to darkness.

    Do not bother the oblivious carnivore.
    There is nothing a royal needs
    From a figure who is unworthy, unwelcomed.
    Though, he paws at her to stay, close and common.

    A mervelous beast
    Can he learn
    How she pains
    How she yearns

    A ravishing King,
    Content, it is clear
    A wounded Peasant
    Strays from mirrors

    Well trained, She is a comrade
    Worth the trouble and confusion.
    Never will she leave, unless
    Asked to do so.

    The Majestic Lion
    Too glorious for words
    Somehow can miss
    Softly obvious blurbs.
  8. I want to feel love for reals, and have it last.~
    All the other times I have thought I felt 'love', I was hurt in the end, badly.
    But it has made me who I am today.
    still. . .

    " < / 3 "

    My heart is not a thing
    It cannot be replaced
    Nor can I afford another
    It starts out shiny and new

    My heart is utterly alive
    It beats, each pulse a breath
    Feelings and experiences fill it up
    It curiously explores the world

    My heart can be manipulated
    It gives itself out too easily
    Too many hands have grasped it
    It is naive and gullible

    My heart feels pain
    It is strangled, stabbed
    Only after following intuition
    It starts to scratch, become tattered

    My heart is a thing
    It is thrown around, wounded
    Unworthy of kindness and compassion
    It falls into darkness,
    Briefly twitching for life.
  9. Did these on the train today on my way home. :3

    Clearly, this one reflected my missing Max, and thinking bout him.~ <3

    Spoken Words

    Kinda spectacular, amazing, unreal
    How words can affect someone
    Right off the bat, being friends for a short time
    Moments etch into the mind, become surreal

    Not much is needed to be done
    Not physically, not at all
    No bought goods, nothing materialistic
    Spoken syllables, who could ask for more

    When one thinks things could not get any better
    They just suddenly do, without much effort
    A hand is held, arm falls against arm
    Electricity surges through the veins, magical, wouldn't you say

    The perfect pace is held between two
    No one complains, things are just as they should be
    Yet, there were no preparations put into place
    None of this was planned, not at all

    That's quite alright. It shall stay like this
    Spontaneous happiness kind of creeps up
    Without a warning, without a sound
    Take it in, accept it, and float amongst the clouds.

  10. This one is about music. >:D

    Music Is Magick

    You can't see it

    Nor can it move
    Well, not in physical ways
    Not how you would expect

    You cannot talk to it
    Nor can you shake it's hand
    But it may shake yours
    Not how you might imagine

    It cannot go shopping
    It cannot wear clothes
    It cannot eat food
    It does not have a nose

    Entering through your ears
    Invading your mind
    Leaving foottracks along your memory
    Tracking mud across your heart

    A toe may want to tap
    A fingertip may want to twitch
    Hips crave to shimmy
    Torso whimpers to twist

    You can give in
    To the power of the song
    The melodies raise your soul
    Without even touching you directly

    It's kind of like a type of magick
    Though, no one understands its ways
    Each mind interprets a sound differently
    No experience is ever the same

    Music is everywhere
    Music is nowhere
    Music can heal the heart
    Music can soothe the soul

    Music can walk beside you
    Music can keep you company
    Music can bring out the sun
    Music can pour down the rain

    Music is all the same
    Music is completely different
    Music is here to stay
    As long as You allow it to



    So yellow and so
    plump. You're electrifying.
    Quick attack, my heart.


    Don't let your fire
    go out. Your Ember is hot.
    Bulbasaur shall lose.


    No one understands
    You are just slightly confused.
    Here, have this berry.


    In Pokemon, Snap!
    You tried to evade my sight.
    Damn you, Ninja Mew.


    You are too cute, I
    am convinced you're the devil.
    Mudkip, Mudkip, Why?

    I herd u liek me
    You cannot resist my charm.
    There is no escape.


    You're the best pillow.
    Never will I release you.
    Commence cuddle fest.

    So, Thanksgiving is
    coming up soon.. I'm sorry
    you will be locked up.

    "Om nom nom nom nom
    nom nom nom nom nom nom nom"
    (World Domination)


    Your feathers are so
    soft. Small, but full of might. Oh,
    Penguin of Power.


    Lance was your master.
    He took forever to beat..
    Dragon Claw his face. >:C


    Everyone makes fun
    of me for my Splash Attack.
    One day, I shall reign.


    Flying over all
    the Caterpie. You are such
    a mighty, rad squirrel.


    Mysterious and
    cunning, shadowy figure
    blend in with darkness.

    You look like a form
    of Eevee, but you are not.
    Way to be a fail.


    Big, scary rock snake.
    We first see you at gym one.
    Sadly, Brock can't train.


    Like an angsty teen
    not knowing where you belong.
    Vaporeon sucks.


    When I first saw you
    I thought "Oh, big Jellyfish,
    You aren't very nice".
  12. "Bones."

    I want to be made of bones
    I do not want to show anything else.
    I want to be made of bones.

    I do not want my muscle,
    I dislike the strength I show
    I do not want my muscle.

    I want my skin tight,
    I aim to look constrained against it
    I want my skin tight.

    I would like my spine to show,
    all the time, even when I am not bent over
    I would like my spine to show.

    I crave to look fragile,
    and graceful, and soft
    I crave to look fragile.

    I want to be happy,
    truly, truly smile, and never stop
    I want to be happy.

    I can't ever be happy,
    really content with myself
    I can't ever be happy.

    How can I be happy?
    I do not love what I see, so..
    How can I be Happy?

    Bones would make me happy,
    at least I think so..
    Bones would make me happy.
  13. "Mindful Evening"

    Alone in the dark, I sit
    Cicadas gossip outside
    I have my tea
    To try and calm me on this ride

    This ride never ends
    I barely recall when it began
    Just keep moving, going forward
    I.. don't understand

    The computer light
    It bathes me
    I am in my mind
    But, I cannot see

    I cannot see what You people see
    No glasses, no blindfold
    There is nothing blocking my view
    "You are wrong", I am told

    "You are beautiful"
    Oh? Then why do I not agree?
    "Why can't you believe it?"
    Because it honestly cannot be

    Not on purpose do I feel this way
    I did not wake up wanting to
    It is not a switch I can turn off,
    Not ever, not on cue

    You do not want to enter my mind
    It is dark, it is sad
    Only on a certain topic
    Do thoughts come out terribly bad

    Travel the other paths,
    Along my Interests, my Passions
    Then you may have a good time,
    You will find it is not a road made ashen

    But, stray down to my View
    My View of myself, alone,
    You will not enjoy the things you Hear
    It is not a healthy zone

    Like a roller coaster, I can be up,
    So high above the ground
    And then, just as fast, I am moving
    So quickly, so hard, I fall down

    It hurts, it does
    Maybe You cannot see
    My mind is not gentle
    No, it is not very nice to me..
  14. "Stars" ~A poem about Love and the galaxy. :D

    Magnificent, beaming orbs
    In the sky, we feast our eyes
    Upon such beauty, perfection
    How small we are, we realize

    In the moment
    I could stay
    Just still, silent
    Keeping life at bay

    Sparkling, pure signs of Magic
    I didn't know this was real
    It seems so far out,
    Shimmering shades of teal

    Painted against black
    Such a galaxy of Wonder
    Let us stay and watch
    Even if we do hear thunder

    For rain will come and go
    It is super calming, so chill
    Don't hide away, or feel shy
    Droplets do not harm, and have no free will

    Patterns, so immense
    Have you ever seen such sights?
    As superb as this is
    There shall be more nights

    But, my dear, only if you will it
    Shall events come true
    Dreams are not always scary
    No, nightmares have vacations too

    So, melt into the ground
    Let the sky take hold
    Can you feel it? For you, like me,
    Is there a tiny emotion, so bold?

    Perhaps, I am solo
    In this revelation
    Or, maybe it's true,
    You need not a translation

    I digress, let's just Breathe
    Time knows no limits, or rules,
    The stars continue to glimmer,
    No king could ever claim these jewels

    Gaze with me
    Dream on, Don't quit
    Close your eyes, Your Mind,
    The Stars Will Still Be Lit.