More poems

*dusts off poems that have been sitting on my computer* Thought Id share these since no one (besides Sunny) sees them.

Parallel Lines (Sunnys favorite)
Reality and fantasy are parallel lines,
They are never meant to cross.
But sometimes they do,
In the form of clouded thoughts.

Does that make us insane?
I don’t believe so, not at all.
But sometimes we lose ourselves,
Sometimes we drop those walls.

Sometimes our thoughts grow murky,
Sometimes there is a cloud.
Sometimes we are surrounded,
By something resembling a shroud.

Its hard to really understand,
Two parallel lines.
They say to live by a single one,
By one to be defined.

Despite our logic and our ideals,
They cross and we change.
Together they mingle,
And then rearrange.

So the moral to this story,
Not so simple in the least,
There is no way to live by one line,
When the lines will eventually meet.


Creativity
Within the hand we hold the soul,
Creativity, a tool we own.
Creating new and wild things,
Or old- pictures resembling.
Words written upon a page,
Lines and images soon are lain.
Creating stories once unheard,
Soon revealed and unearthed.
We create things to please the eye,
And write words to appease the mind.
We are the ones who hold the future,
Our creations we love and nurture.
No matter the material used,
Surely enough the meaning gets through.
Whatever way you get it across,
Creativity is born with us, and can never be taught.

Haunted
I find myself haunted by dreams,
But not in the traditional way of things.
I find myself in my own little world,
Colors and lines, it all swirls.

In my dreams I feel true joy,
A place where I am not bothered nor annoyed.
My dreams comfort me and right before my eyes,
For once in my life, I know what perfect is like.

When Im awake, life is just fine.
But dreams I have are truly mine.
A place where everything falls right into place,
And can only be ruined by the day.

So I flock to the darkness, where dreams do lie,
And happiness and perfection are truly mine.
Adventures I will never actually get to live,
A place where mistakes can actually be fixed.

Forgive me if there’s a glaze in my eyes,
But Im reliving my dreams, another life.
People Ive lost and will not see again,
Broken bridges and faults are fixed.

If I had my way I would never awake,
But I suppose I should watch what I say.
Dreams are a place where a person escapes inside,
But is not a place for a person to permanently reside.

My favorite is Parallel Lines, I really like the concept behind it. And I love the line, "For once in my life, I know what perfect is like." in Haunted.

Thanksha :D I liked that line mahself. Sometimes I write poems just so I can use a certain line *darts eyes*

xD Same, but usually they don't turn out as well as I hoped. :\

*looks at stash of poems on computer* These three are the only ones that did XD I got about 20 more that didnt. So I know that feel.

*jaw-drop* you are amazing at writing poems Holoeh. o:

Why thank you mothy :D Its appreciate

Wow ok XD appreciatED* I promise, I know mah grammar XD

:O I LOVE HAUNTED. I remember when we were talking about dreams and you said something about those last two lines. I was like then you would be DED D:

X3 NO, I would be in a coma silly :3 In reality I just want to live in a dream world XD Not die or anything. But the problem is that people dont think like that.

Not much to say here really. Written at 3am after listening to piano music for half an hour. *Sips tea like an old lady* This poem has a story behind it. A story im not going to tell you :I

The Queen With Blue Eyes

Away in the darkness,
In a forgotten and burning wood,
Does the queen reside.
She is beautiful- in her way.
But she’s dug up a grave,
And that’s where she’ll soon lie.

For years now she’s hidden,
Rarely can we find her-
(The queen with blue eyes.)
And at first we blamed ourselves,
But the choice is on her.
She accidentally ruined our lives.

Although her kingdom shall rule,
With or without her,
(We’re just sick of the lies.)
Someday I hope we shall meet-
When we know she’s ready,
We don’t really know what we’ll find.

Maybe shell fight a few dragons,
And defeat her monsters,
If that’s what she has to do that’s fine.
But when those years come to pass,
We’ll know her when we see her-
Only as the queen with blue eyes.

^ That's probably my favorite of yours so far. The second stanza especially.

Sorry for the late reply, thanks Maggie :D