Hidden Within the Soul II- Xeim Writes Again!

[Xeim]

I had a thread for my writing months ago, but it died a horrible death. I've recently gotten back into writing poems and such, so I thought I'd make a new thread. Don't mind the title. Titles were never my thing.

This one's about something I recently went through. Story of a real friendship.

Once We were Strangers

One day,
We are strangers.
The next,
We are the best of friends.

How can life progress as such,
With strangers and friends switching places ever so much?
But here I am,
A thing of proof,
And today I stand here,
Knowing you.

I want to tell a story,
But I just don’t know how,
Everything I say
Comes out metaphorical right now.

But it needs to be known,
The story of a friend,
A person who will be there for you, time and time again.

It is a journey that is never told,
Overshadowed by love,
And hidden fears of old.

Walking, just walking, is enough.
One comment can trigger a never-ending trust.
Heavy footfall,
Or lightly taken steps,
Just walking is enough.

Talking, just talking,
Is what soon forces a laugh,
And then you know that just walking isn’t your path.
Talking, just talking, forces a laugh.

And then you’re here, and there.
In a coffee shop,
Talking on the phone hours nonstop,
About things you could never confide,
In people it was possible to drop.
And then you’re here and there.

But all rope wears with time,
And you will start to feel you aren’t even worth a dime.
And loosen it will,
With a sureness that drives you insane enough to kill,
Until it finally snaps,
Because all rope wears with time.

And then you are left,
Silent,
Confused,
And alone,
Until the day you finally get a call on the phone,
They are at home alone,
And wanted to once again feel,
The bond they once held so dear.
You have not been left.

But you cannot make something as good as new,
When it’s been battered and broken by the things you do.
But that doesn’t mean it has to wither away,
It can be mended in such a way,
That you are not lonely,
But you are not always,
Here and there,
Because you cannot make something as good as new.

So we go about our daily lives,
Apart and yet together,
Walking just walking,
Talking, just talking,
Holding on this rope of friendship,
That was once coiled in a place unknown-
For once we were strangers.

And, this next one's kind of on crack. I got bored earlier and decided to write a poem solely from people's MSN names. It's not supposed to make sense. It's just supposed to be a random read. See if you can spot a reference to yourself! =O

In Mourning

The smell of candy is in the air,
It remains there, dead.
And on her steel throne,
The Seraph drinks chicken soup.

The prince laments about his cherished memories,
While a broken down soul reaches his last torn page.

For there are many worlds, but they all share the same sky. One sky-
One Gamer.
And I beg of you,
Please tell me what we have is real.
I don’t want to be left to the wolves.

We cheer at Latin,
A friend home for good,
And a purposefully misspelled word.

All he wanted to do was show him his cannons,
But all she could do was write herself a note.
I broke her nose…
But he is my buddy.

YES!
Bake a cake.

More to come. Don't want to bore everyone too fast... >_>

[Dimi]

Like both poems Xeim. The second one was random but cracked me up at the same time. The first one is really, really good. It tells a story but at the same time it flows, and it flows beautifully. Good job Xeim.

[Xeim]

Well, I got inspiration from the storm that's raging on and on in my area. Well, what I wrote didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but it's legible. It's in song format, though I don't have a tune goin' for it just yet. And...I don't know what it's about. It's just something that came out. I suppose it has to do with isolation. I've been feeling kind of isolated lately.

It's silly when a poet doesn't know what they're writing about, eh?

A World Just For Me

I’ve never heard the ocean.
I’ve never seen the sea.
I’ve never known the pain of being parted of what’s most precious to me.
I’ve never seen the sunlight,
I know not the glow of the moon.
I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without oceans,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.

I cannot reach out, even if I try,
so these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

I’ve never sung a lullaby,
Nor had one sung for me,
I’ve never felt the joy of being free.
I can’t even fathom what a friend would be like,
Because I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without songs,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.

I cannot reach out, even if I try,
so these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

And I sit and look at my prison I’ve made of stone,
And wonder what it would be like to have a home.
The thought has hit me hard,
I know not what to do, you see,
I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without homes,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.


I cannot reach out, even if I try,
So these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

And it never will.

Uhm...this one...haha. It's a strange one. Depressing. It's another one of those ones that wrote itself. It's not about me...hell, I don't know who it's about. But...enjoy?

All That's Real

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
It’s as if everything I’ve ever known has run away from me.

My memories leaked out and slithered their way across the floor,
My friends, they stomped them out and flew away on darkening wings.
My loves, my fears, they intertwined,
And now I don’t know what’s real and what’s left in my mind.

It was a day like today, so long ago,
When the blood I loved spilled across the floor.
I couldn’t stop it, and even today I cry,
but no matter what I do…he still dies.

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
My life is a tattered scarf that never left the spinning wheel.

My tears have slithered away and formed spider webs in the corners,
My screams have ceased their echoing across the barren walls,
My eyes have given up their will to see.

It was a day like today, so long ago,
When I watched a sea of crimson spread across the floor.
And even today I shy away from bonds,
In fear.

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
All I have left is myself.
I’m all that’s real.

[Dimi]

Originally posted by Xeim
It's silly when a poet doesn't know what they're writing about, eh?

haha, I agree. Sometimes I look back on certain things I write, I get all like confused on what was I thinking when writing it. >.>

A World Just For Me is nicely written. It flows well and it is depressing but in a way I can relate to it. This would also make a good song by the way.

All That's Real sends out different message compared to your first one. I get more of a confusion/numbness kinda vibe but its really good. Its dark and you can visualize what's happening as you're reading it.

Awesome work Xeim.

[Xeim]

Thanks again fishie! Your input really matters. ^_^

I've got another one here. It's amazing, because I know what it's about. xD It's actually something I had to do for school. We had to write a poem about a person or an object. I was going to do it on something random (like the buddha idol we have in our house! xD), but I ended up doing it on something weirder- walls. Yes, walls. Here it is, in all its strangeness.

Mundane Sentinel

Silent sentinel,
Standing,
Always.

Fight gallantly
The bitter cold,
Persistent,
Like a horde of hungry serpents.

Stand always,
Trusted never to fall,
The purest white,
The wings of an angel.

Rough,
Yet desirably smooth,
Something that is always there.

A valley of rolling hills
And soft grass,
Lacks something as mundane as these.
The open plains with no barriers,
The ever-extending sky,
Has no walls.

When we think of freedom,
Of running free,
Where are walls?

When we look at persecution,
Or take a glance
At shackles,
Walls are always there,
Looming.

But take another look at your walls one day,
And realize their all-important protection,
The protection of your life-
Your freedom.

Looming walls,
Towering over you,
Over me,
Keeping us warm at night,
Keeping us sheltered from the rain.

Silent sentinel,
Standing,
Always.

[Rikkuffx]

You're poems are alot better than mine. You have amazing imagery and flow to them. i love your wording also. You do a nice job.

[Xeim]

After quite a long break, I've written another poem. This one's more of a song, though. Try to enjoy. =P

Bleeding Web

Lay down,
close your eyes,
and I swear I'll sympathize,
with all the troubles floating
in your mind.

Stand up,
hold my hand,
and I swear I'll understand,
when I fade away and find
tomorrow won't come.

Speak to me softly,
Run away slowly,
Hide away in the center of
my sight.
Turn away quickly,
End me swiftly,
and I swear with all I have,
I'll forgive you.

Don't cry,
look at me,
and I swear I'll always be,
right here with you,
in my arms.

Good-bye,
You will say,
and then I'll fade away,
but I won't let a tear,
slip away.

Speak to me softly,
Run away slowly,
Hide away in the center of
my sight.
Turn away quickly,
End me swiftly,
and I swear with all I have,
I'll forgive you.

And if you run away from me,
I'll follow.
And if if you try to scream and stay,
You'll see sorrow.
I never tried to be with you,
You never tried to love me, too,
And here we are today;
hollow.

Speak to me softly,
Run away slowly,
Hide away in the center of
my sight.
Turn away quickly,
End me swiftly,
and I swear with all I have,
I'll forgive you.

And with this bleeding heart of mine,
I'll turn to you and beg for time,
but I swear with all I have,
I'll forgive you.

[Doc Rocco]

It really is quite like a song! Mellifluous sounding. It sounds like it would be excellent sung with a slower melody. One that's enchanting and haunting at the same time. Your wording is beautiful. It really evokes emotions. I can just imagine someone saying or thinking those words about someone they love. Fantastic work Xeim!

[Sinister]

It's more than fantastic...It's kind of...idk...hypnotic. I must've read it like fifteen times by now. It's special for me because it captures a mood and a tone that I more than appreciate...and to be quite honest, that tone is pretty rare.

Anyway, it's superior. Love it.

-Sin

[Halie]

It almost brought tears to my eyes .

I could actually hear a melody to it in my head! I could imagine you singing it, too.

The lyrics are so enchanting, and really strong yet project a weak perspective from the person, which really shows true love. Well done, sis! Keep it up

[Unknown Entity]

All of your poems are really good, and I especially LOVED that first one, and the song, Bleeding Web. I can almost hear it... And you know, it brought a tear to my eye too! Beautiful!

Thanks for sharing!