[Natsunaine]

Onward, Into the darkness I see,
Why yes, It is a light, Blinking at me.
Could this be an apparition?
Or a simple figment of my imagination?

I approach and soft chill runs down my spine.
Is this paranoia playing with my mind?
Whispers, Giggles, These things I hear.
As the radiant light pulls me near.

The comfort of the light seems it has no hate..
I walk forward faster towards my fate..
For as I approach things are not as they seem.
For the terrors now before me are the one I hide from in my dreams.

The ploy of kindness and the warmth of hope they falsely provided.
How could I have been so foolish minded?
For the things I craved with every bone.
Has left me buried below a slab of stone.

By- Natsunaine.

[Lawtan]

Short and sweet



Look up, from your darkness,
Youth not yet gone,
Look up, at stars vastly great,
The life you have yet sown,
Look up, please, and live.

Burn within, the untapped fount,
So much sealed by past,
Burn within, and let it flow,
Raise your own mast,
Burn within, and live for your fire.

See clearly, with all possible,
Nothing there will stop you,
See clearly, the world around,
Senses kindled anew,
See clearly, and be an unstoppable force.

Flow well, be a ripple,
You aren't alone,
Flow well, take all chances,
No, you don't have to atone,
Just flow well,

Match the drums of life.

[Azaranth]

It's cold...
The ground has swallowed me up and everyone has forgotten me.
I have been eradicated from their memories,
Though some have joined me.
We wait for our loved ones,
Yet never see them.
We long for their voices,
Just their presence would be welcomed.
Alas we are alone...

Wait,
What is this?
Has someone finally came to wake my soul,
To pull me from my sorrow?
This tiny voice speaking to me...
Who is it?
"Grandma," they say so small and timid.
"I'm sorry I never got to meet you."
My granddaughter?...
Another voice can be heard softly crying.
"I love you mom."
If I were alive I would be crying too...
I was not forgotten today.
I, I am still loved.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Weight-bearing hands
Ask for crushing grip;
For something to crumble
Between their knuckles.
Weightlessness bearing
Down on empty palms,
Flexing against nothing.
Exercises in frustration.

[Natsunaine]

Oh noes I can't enter a poem yet :C

[Quiet Man Cometh]

I'm debating if that last line in my poem should be axed and used for the title.

[Natsunaine]

Hm, You could or just keep it there and name it the same anyways. owo..

I think my last poem was a bit crappy..

[Quiet Man Cometh]

The rhythm isn't the best, that's true, but I like the ending. Maybe if you tried writing it as free verse? I have nothing against rhyming, I like it, but it feels a little forced in a couple spots.

Just my opinion.

[Natsunaine]

Not really forced, More of a tired and just writing down stuff mood.. Yea.. I never write good poems like that.

[Azaranth]

... When do we find out who won the last poetry entry?

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Whenever the staff get around to it I suppose. Things can get pretty busy during events, and between, and I think Tris may be short of hands at the moment.

[Virgil Marks]

Congratulations to Natsunaine on our last win!

Thank you all for entering! I hope you've enjoyed this Nox!

[Natsunaine]

Oh cool, I won owo