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aar505n Feb 2015
Tá mé codladh orm
Ag iarraidh codladh
Ach gan aon toradh
dom-ádh

Rugadh agus tógadh
leis dearcadh difriúil
lá i ndiadh lae
An grá mícheart

Is é mo chroí ag craoladh,
faoi grá
Ag muineadh dom nach,
faoi mná

Rachainn mé go dti an trá.
an alainn trá
Déarfainn mé Dia duit ar an buachaillín.
an alainn buachaillín
Mo muirnín.

Dhéanfainn mé seo, ach
Nuair a fháil i go dtí an trá,
Ní bheidh tú in ann.
Beidh mé san áit mícheart
ag an am mícheart.

Ní haon ionadh é mar
Ní féidir leat a shéanadh go bhfuil
mo chroí,
i gcónaí mícheart
Is dán beag as Gaeilge. Tá roinnt earráidí ach cosúil leis an seanfhocal:
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, na Bearla cliste.
Bain sult as!
aar505n Feb 2015
They stop playing the drum
When I rather they not
For then - I tend to go numb

My feelings experience a clot
Blocking any emotions getting through
So they begin to rot -

In their place - apathy begins to brew
Boiling happiness - and fear - away
Hollowed out soul is to ensue

What can be done to delay the decay?
Why nothing at all - don't be dumb
Give in to the void and turn grey

That's what I did - it's pretty glum.
Oh God, what have I become -
Just some expereminting. Trying out Terza rima rhyming scheme.
aar505n Feb 2015
I'm still here, like a cancer
Won't go, till you give me an answer
While you still have your youth
Don't tell me the truth, tell me your truth.

That's all I need
All I did decreed
Was to know
Not to row.

The truth? You are weary of this bad tooth
Afraid to look uncouth
Or even for it to be said
Fearing it would evoke the dead

But I'm still here.
I still care
And we'll never forget you
This is our truth, please know it to be true

So, what is your truth?
just a quick ditty before the night is out
aar505n Jan 2015
Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever
aar505n Jan 2015
The truth is much harsher when it is out of the blue
but then it isn't really out of the blue, is it?
Lingering, hovering, nagging, gnawing
at the back of my mind,
fingers just of it's reach.
Each time it would come close to the surface
I would glimpse at its purpose,
only to get nervous and kick it back away.
So I may stay oblivious to it just a little longer.
I knew this to be the lull before the storm
And now the horrid truth has pull the storm in to my orbit
Full of lightening, but what is its target?
Great flashes of light burns through the night
leaving heaps of ashes among the trash.
I remain unhurt, undamaged, unburned.
Others haven't faired so well.
Feared the flash and rightly so
Their pain stains the ground in the form of ashes.
Ashes and dust stains everywhere, even in the heaviest of rain
A reminder. Of what's to come. What's to be returned.
And I -
I watch it all.
The Writting on the Wall on the ground.
I might be unburned but such a sight
unhinges me something terrible
Prys me open just enough to cry.
Pouring tears lost in the roaring rain.
But crying all the same.
Because I don't know why it's you.
I don't know why you have to die.
Dodging lightening all your life until now a streak is lodged in you.
Breaks and splinters inside tightening its hold.
Even though you are burning up, I have never seen you look so cold.
I wish it was one of your famous poker faces
Tricking us you are going to fold
but at the last minute revealing a hiden ace.
If ever there was a time to play your ace, it is today.
Don't let this be our last game
But you have no control over it do you?
Have to deal with the cards that has been delt.
I must admit, these cards are ****.
No aces to play but that won't stop you
You'll play till the end with the same grace you've always had.
So for now lets keep playing.
We still have time, we've always had time
You are not ashes, yet.
And when that last flash does occur
Then I will say goodbye
And in the morning cry all the more
Mourning you and everything you were.
One of those poems that just come pouring out. It's good to get things off my mind
aar505n Jan 2015
I don't need to turn around to know you're there, Mel.
I can hear your darkness creeping.
No longer sleeping.
Wide awake and wanting to play.
Nothing to do to delay it.
I need to realise that you can't be denied.
Especially, when you look to me,
with those dark, dark eyes.
Mel with her dark eyes of hers
aar505n Jan 2015
Left a nasty mark
Left side of my face.
Sparked inner disgrace
Embarked upon a new place
Where defaced faces are not remarked.
But in the dark, I got displaced.
This space was dead quieted.
No lark sung here, but hark!
A lone bark cried out. And then another and another.
Braced myself, as stark fear crept inside.
Out of the dark, the pack show their faces
And the race began - They chased me through the park
Traced me deeper in the woods. No hiding place seen
Lack of light, pitch black, trees attack, narrowly missing me.
Can't hack this, graceless at racing.
Face grazed by twigs, looked back at the pack, closing in
Quickened paced and - smack. I found the ground embracing me
Ending the chase as they arced around me
Surrounding me in the dark
My eyes glaced over, sparking more than fear
To enter my brain, all them interlacing  together
Death's intamacy marked the end.
I prayed for a coup de grace
Just in case skies aren't empty
Jaws opened and crashed down on me.
Biting, chewing, tearing through me.
Eating raw meat, sweat as nector for them.
Brittle bones break and snap.
They drain my marrow leaving hollow bones.
I laughed.
I laughed louder and louder.
The unearthly sound echoed in the night.
The biting became more frantic, more panicked
Couldn't understand the drastic change.
My fears displaced into the dark of ether
I got up and shooked myself free.
They couldn't defaced me anymore than I am
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
And being frightened, I gave them power over me
Power to tightened my very being.
Misplaced my own proper power prove to be a mistake.
But now I know those shadows do not mark my end
The gallows can wait.
I disembarked from this dark park, leaving behind the barks.
Face still defaced, but with an ace up my sleeve.
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