Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread

[GlassRose]

The dried inkwell,
Her cold, stiff hands
She lies before a blank page
Empty as her head

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

The dried inkwell,
Her cold, stiff hands
She lies before a blank page
Empty as her head

That hits hard.
I feel it.

 

[RepresentingEnvy]

Vanity is the sight I see in the mirror.
Alienated from view, but it gets clearer.
My words become who I am in there.
Put on this narcissistic chair and this throne where I sit.
I cannot help it, though, when my pen is lit.
Right there, it's always when you think I'm a liar.
Envious people, they won't even call me a vampire.

 

[RepresentingEnvy]

Tucked away in a spirited crevice of wooded edges
A forest sits in a magic spring of beautiful things
Mighty trees stand so tall, and they blow but never fall
Empires of shrubs intertwined, and they fruit but never wine
Damage is what came after, but it wasn’t the forest’s laughter

Naturally, the place has prints of people against the trees, too
Actually, they cut down the hedges, even the edges
Truly, it was outrageous what they did, the forest forbid
Usually, the place would rebel but gone was the ruler, no tell
Reactively, the woods grew darker and sparser, trees cut to build empires larger
Eventually, all of the magic spots this became, as they tamed

 

[GlassRose]

A couple pieces I wrote last year.

The Bound
my body, this corpse
my prison, this puppet
to which I am chained
Oh, how I long to be free

my weight is immense
my wings are broken
though I yearn to fly, the earth holds fast
Oh, how I long to be free

my mind, ensnared
my senses, mute
I cannot think for the terror of not knowing
Oh, how I long to free!

that my shackles might break!
that my spirit might fly!
that I may delight in my truth,
unbeholden by form, by weight of world!
free to be spirit incarnate,
my spectre unscathed.
I only want to be me!

Oh world, let me be free!

Burn Them.

When you are surrounded by enemies
And all they want is to take all you are:

Burn them down.

When your country betrays you
And it turns it's knives towards you:

Burn it down.

When you see the liars, the willfully ignorant
And they spread their slander against you:

Burn them down.

When the world is twisted and black
And progress regresses as the rot grows:

Burn it down.

Show them true cruelty with your flames
Your primeval hate, your black soul
Show them who've they scorned, etch it into their veins
With fire dark, with broiling wrath, with sharp loathing,

Let it all Burn.

 

[GlassRose]

Insomnia
Sleepless nights
The living dead
Faceless frights
Under your bed

Horrors abound
All around town
Don't make a sound
Or they'll hunt you down

Eyelids peeled
Eyelids sown shut
Chained to my flesh
I fear the filled cup

The flickering shadows
My soft spoken dreams
Turn to nightmares
And undying screams

Too tired to live,
Too awake to die.

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(Automerge f* off)
Other, as of yet unnamed poem
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I am real.
I am alive.
I am loved.
Why is that no longer enough?

My mantra, a spell
To free me from living hell
And yet, I cannot tell
Why, each repetition now, like a dagger, fell?

I am real
They said, head buried in illusion
Paper and Fantasy
Magic and Monsters
interpose reality

I am alive
He said, trapped in his own head
The mind, a clockwork prison
Less aware than the living dead

I am loved
She whispers to herself in silence
Alone, with no guidance
It's dark, and she wishes she were crying

Spoken once to save
Now rings hollow like a grave
It sounds deranged
But nothing has changed.

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I like poetry. Not so great at it, but it's nice. Emotions go splat on page. Words happen. It sways like a dance. Then, someone else can read it!

Is rap poetry? And if so, does that make poetry music?

 

[RepresentingEnvy]

I like poetry. Not so great at it, but it's nice. Emotions go splat on page. Words happen. It sways like a dance. Then, someone else can read it!

Is rap poetry? And if so, does that make poetry music?

I believe rap is poetic. But everyone will have their own opinions regarding that fact. As long as you enjoy it, the words that describe it don't matter as much.

 

[RepresentingEnvy]

(Building Dread)
She paced the halls to and fro
Looking for where her mind did go
The woman didn’t know which kind took it
So she looked for it, wherever it fled
She looked all over the castle forever with building dread

For without a mind, how could she know?
Where would she go, and how would she find it?
The doors she’d open, hoping to see behind it
A mindful brain creeping to leave her unblinded
For her thoughts had nowhere to go, and they bled
The sickening creaking of the doors came with building dread

For she knew the brain was here somewhere—in some spot
But she had already searched the castle from bottom to top
Wondering which creature or behind which door—sat aloft
Her heart raced and raced—without a stop
There, her heartbeat enough to leave her dead
But she lived to search forevermore with building dread

Slowly, she realized over time that the castle—it was
She figured it out in her eternal buzz
The woman should have known it all along because
Her mind was in the place, actually, the place—it was
Unwinded, did she find that the castle was her mind instead
She realized at the end of eternity, her mind was building dread

 

[TechnologicalHuman]

Lying down, cold, bleeding
At the bottom of the sewer
Creeping sounds, my heart's slow being
Giving up? I feel so frugal.
But before the ancient lady
That prefers to carry scythes
Reaps me straight into some Eden
I will never save much life!
I will never save those moments
That I only call my own,
All those evening, and those mornings
When the Sun shone in my home!
Oh, how much I dream to live!
How I wish I could breathe longer!
I'm a falling autumn leaf -
No, I feel it's much too sombre -
I'm a passenger aboard
Off to head to other places,
And my doings will support
This tiny world, with all my traces!

 

[HelloHound]

you can get the time/ to lie in your bed
and stare up at the ceiling
crayon marks missed by the paintbrush
a child never thinks about what they're holding when they jump on the bed
youthful mistakes, scolded by a loud voice behind the door
they expect you to know better
but you do, obviously, know now
what brands of markers can bleed through the cheap paint
and think of better ways to jump to get that perfect angle you found when you were smaller

 

[TechnologicalHuman]

Lying on the beach, playing ball
I'm too cool for school, I'm on a roll
And yet these moles on adderall
Keep acting out - fuck you all!
You're just an eyesore
That swings a greatsword
The towns you conquer
Are of no concern!
I eat clowns like you
For breakfast, for lunch too;
Go bring your whole damn crew
Their threat is like a flu!
It's just a boring day
Against your chess
You pull a piece upon a fray
While I'm having a siesta

 

[StarrGaze]

Words
Words that love
Words that hate
Word that sting
Words that bait

Words
Words that mellow
Words that yellow
Words that bellow
Sharp as arrow

Words
Words unsaid
Words undead
Words engrave
Words on grave

Words untrue
Words past due
I hate you
I love you

Words
More words
Words, words, words
Words on words
Words against words
Misspoke
Unspoke
Asleep or woke
Words
stroke by stroke

 

[Yule]

Just like the tiger that so snatches at the flowing sky
Just like the bird that glides and hides into the mountain high
Just like the pup that runs and runs across the hills at night
All round the mountain sees the coming end

Winds that so tire lean into the night for longing rest
Glowing, the starlights are what rains in our heaven’s behest
Chill of the night sky waters all the world nevertheless
Longing the days, I sing a tune year-end

So flow, O love, O my dear love,
How woeful so, O my dear dove,
O the bloom, withering into what’s ours
As I count in the tears, the fallen stars

O moon, dear moon, O my blue, beautiful moon,
With silver sleeves, hold my heart in your soft tune,
Prithee, shine unto us with light divine
Prithee, once, water these dried lips of mine

O moon, my moon that will never be again
The moonlight that flows in a sea without end
Prithee, kiss these hands with songs of noon
In long, weary days, I sing this tune

With a kite that clung unto a branch in our tale
With a leaf that dances itself into the gale
Paving a road on the water dale
Longing in sorrow, drowning in wail

O moon, my moon, O my woeful moon,
Silhouettes that hide to never bloom
Bitter and cold, O the passing years,
Counting the days in my creeping fears

Let us go, way and way until the end,
Far beyond in the distant sky I tend,
Leave, O night, way and way into the dawn,
Hanging moon above is a song of gone

Moonlight flows in the sea with my croon
In my long, weary days, I still keep this tune
What I draw in the skies is a song of lune
Ever eluding my grasp, O my moonwake tune.

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

Lessons Unlearned

Barely holding back the fury's tide,
I swallow hard, consume it, let it slide.
But they, in folly, cannot understand,
I could explain, but youth holds their hand.

I could teach, yet lessons are learned in flame,
Only through pain do they recall their name.
Only by wandering, lost in the night,
Stumbling, falling, in their plight.

So, I restrain my wrath and merely gaze,
I gave them a chance, in their youthful daze.
But it went unclaimed, like a whisper in the wind,
A lesson unlearned, a start unbegin.

 

[RepresentingEnvy]

A vampire's thirst can't be alleviated.
They won't be placated or sated,
Nor will you be saved from the cravings.
In the end, you are all playthings.
Merely a vessel, you are, for the appetite.
You are a river for them to take a bite.

It is the vice and your greatest sacrifice,
For you must join the Bloodfarm to stay alive.
Oh, but a lovely ride, it shall be.
You can't run or flee, nor can you have at thee.
Don't worry, for our cause isn't dire.
I can't help it---being a vampire.

 

[Voidiris]

What is happening?
I can't even care.
How can they be so vile.
They tell only lies.

They poison me.
They poison me.
They don't want me.
They only hurt me.
They want to hurt me.
Every day to me.

The centipedes can't shut up.
They crawl
and crawl
and crawl
in the walls.
Keeping me awake.
Keeping my sanity away.
They feast in the halls
upon the foolish.

But the spiders crawl,
they crawl to me,
only a knife can keep them away,
a knife in my skin.
They vanish, they fear.
The knife.

But those who call themself family,
they want to take away my stability.
They want me to die,
They never stop to lie.

I need to hide when they scream,
they scream at me,
only at me.
They want to destroy me,
but I can survive,
I can't care.

 

[Succubiome]

"Fangs a lot," people don't say
and yet I hear it anyway
my mind deceives
and alters cries
to serve my ears with sweeter lies

going out in sunshine's dreary
therefore moonlight must be cheery
drinking blood?
the evil pales
next to chomping life wholesale

the cause of this night's reverie?
simple enough
vampire envy

 

[Azurea_Mystis]

Three souls of the damned.
Five pickled crow's feet canned.
A litre of a corrupted maiden's blood.
A scoop of all devouring mud.

A lone tear of the fallen.
An ancient face so sullen.
A third vial of purity.
This recipe drifts into obscurity.

 

[fluffypie374]

Poems I can not
But fun is what this fluff sought
So here; food for thought

 

[TechnologicalHuman]

Spring springed out of the corner,
And you're a goner if you're gonna
Pray for Heavens like a mormon.
In your hands it can be only,
Will to live, to see the morning
And not see your loved ones mourning
Over soul of yours so sordid.