kiri-nells
American
I'm Kiri Nells, 14, but don't judge me for my age. I have a lot of art to show you all and I know that somebody out there will enjoy it. :) I'm a NHite and proud of it. / If you want a better selection of my work (I doubt you will) go to www.writerscafe.org/KiriNells
For wind that shine
And sadist lights
Burning in the cold
Show me where the witch thoughts be
And what the story knows
For wind that shine
For wind that shine
Heart and feeling’s guiding light
Where it blows; from where it goes
Mysterious delight
And sadist lights
And sadist lights
Shimmer pain upon our eyes
Burning through the cold and dark
Smolder Muse and wise
Witch thoughts be
Witch thoughts be
Describe what taunts we note
Harboring blood-hungry thoughts
Leave where no one goes
The story knows
Our story knows
Painting hearty words
Not unaware of heartlessness
Love-wonders in one’s world
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 2:28 PM UTC
Running into illumination
Casts midnight upon the sacred ground
Yet running into the midnight place
Sit their vigil, the shadows cannot
“Roblet!” She screams
End the vampirarchy of reality
So that sense be made of the shadow reign
And at our desperation of sanity only
Let running into illumination
Cast no midnight on the floor
And running into that midnight place
Cause shadows to sit their vigil there
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC
For what event shall lead
And what event will follow
That the mockingbird song consist
Of only its own joy and wallows?
Mirrors around the mockingbird song
Shall it disappear for its false ownership?
Mirrors around the mockingbird song
Shall it grow louder in the ears of those who trained it?
If the mirror no longer had light or we no vision
Would it become of life? Grow a soul to show?
And if the mockingbird had no ears or we no sound
Would it learn its own voice? Gain an identity other than our own?
For what event shall lead
And what event will follow
That the mockingbird song consist
Of only its own joy and wallows?
Show him his blood born to imitate
Show him his colors false to himself
Mirrors around the mockingbird song
Deathly that it see itself
Will it disappear?
If existence is to plagiarize words
And existence was of one alone
Vanish- will existence?
Or become a spirit of its own?
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 7:28 PM UTC
Awaken, pyre
From my soul
Cease your sleep
Set my spirit ablaze
Poetess inside
You’ve reaped my emotions
Stolen my Muse
Return! Return my heart!
I will not endure once more
Your years of poetic midnight!
Lost in the darkness you left for me
Encircled my false shame
While you slept
Did you have a nice nap,
O, Princess Inspiration?
How could you dare
Leave my spirit
In such dank cellars of misery
Living on phony clones of yours?
Shame, shame
For deserting all that was once ours
Together
Awaken, pyre!
Accept that I have
Woken from your poetic sleep
Only to see with eyes filled with fury
You had left me with
Only horrid simulations of yourself!
Awaken, pyre!
Dormancy of your spark,
No longer!
I was fooled-
Betrayed by your tricks
Of utter betrayal
I must hold you as my own
Once again I will embrace whatever
Design I find within you
Oh
Evil
Inspiration
Awaken!
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
Absolute Silence
Collecting death and dust
Unseen beauty at the back of the shelf
Forgotten years ago
Remains hidden for years to come
For this poor Absolute Silence,
Lost be its only friend
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
I give my pain
I lose it in praise
I smile at the sun
I dance in the waves
The joyous feeling
I’m running free
In the sea of euphoria
The gentle lapping
The rush and collapsing
Of the lovely waters
Against my skin
Sun kissed
And
Much missed
The ocean’s mist
The light shores
Shores of happiness
Shores of love
Shores of wisdom and of care
Shores of God
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
Two hearts floating
Drifting through chill air
High and anxious
Love their only care
Sweet, innocent
Young and fresh
Hearts bursting
Genuine and nothing less
Euphoria rivers
Pulse through living veins
Soaring while defenseless
To Love's reins
Magic yet mortal
Designed for this feeling
Meant to be, supposed to be
I'm at Enchantment's feet, kneeling
Light and elite
No good description
For what can decipher
Love's great encryption?
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
Sleeping hearts
And dormant souls
Beauty hibernates
Many years fold
Shattered reflections
Eras unseen
Generation: Perfection
Of them, are you keen?
Undiscovered peoples
Obscured luminescence
Shadowed by life’s steeples
Hidden is its presence
Great- their advances
Ignored- their passion
Will cause today’s trances
Lost- intelligence enough to ration
Underground spirits
Nightlife astounding
Colors like parrots
Such a city, hear the pounding
Learn to listen with your hands
And feel with your eyes
The masters of oneness can
All connected are their lives
Together, in unison
Sleeping and knowing
Waiting to show their Sun
And love that is flowing
Wisdom consuming people
Swallowed in thought
Outpouring in emotion
And flawed they are not
Crafters of the stars
And admirers of Animalis
Networking nature afar
That family of causes
Protectors of innocence
Harboring lovers
Defense for our weakness
Strength shared like brothers
Who are these creatures
Forgotten and lost?
Crazy, awe worthy features
And what is their cost?
Who sings this song
Of grace and ability?
Who could play to this music
And not feel so guilty?
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC
Flakes of mica and diamonds
Scattered on the cold, grey floor
Reflecting the faces of yesteryears
And people forgotten
Rotten memories eaten at the core
Histories erased, scorched and burned
By our own fires at heart and word
Sheers for cutting crystal
And teeth for devouring silver
Bending the True Gold with its lips
And justifying pyrite and iron
For what did change
That living truths would become deceased to the worldly
That poisoned deceit come of value to the trade and less to traitors?
For who did slide his alluring hiss to
Manipulate and falsify
The common thought?
Insight from the outside
Forced but widely accepted
Did bind what smooth tongued statements
Then blinded to what has been bound
Add that desire has been labeled “the sacred emotion”
Love has been fired down
And showered by water like William Blake’s
To grow a new love
Secret identity: Lust
But for its shaded reality must mean
A hero
A tolerant, but unloving hero
Or heroine
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC