"boucing" poems - Hello Poetry

Upon the gate Words inscribed "TRESPASSERS BEWARE" Behind me mist recedes Steep cliff revealed At the brink I tense My footsteps echo as The gate looms larger Damp black rocks under Hits me the tortured's howls As I step across the threshold Legs steady, eyes set Dense fog obscuring Flame and body The torch flickers A winding path I follow Patient and unwavering With sword unsheathed Cold wind announces my destination Before me the chasm yawns From my hands the flickering torch Fell boucing down jagged rocks I grasp the hilt of my sword Light refracting off the blade I hold it outward through the fog Its light dimming by the minute And await the terrors to come Rumbling from the distance The gate crashes down Darkness falls upon this realm The chilly wind picking up All sounds coming to a halt I close my eyes Steps unsteady as I pick my way Not knowing how many Gasping I pull my feet back As it touched empty space Then tentatively I inch Forward with a heavy breath Until I stop at the very brink For a minute staying still yet With a lurch I slip into the chasm Cloak billowing above me I Flail around in a frenzy I feel the cool hilt still and Point the sword downwards Taking a deep breath and Bracing for the impact

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Jul 25, 2024

Jul 25, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Into the Realm of Hades

Upon the gate Words inscribed "TRESPASSERS BEWARE" Behind me mist recedes Steep cliff revealed At the brink I tense My footsteps echo as The gate looms larger Damp black rocks under Hits me the tortured's howls As I step across the threshold Legs steady, eyes set Dense fog obscuring Flame and body The torch flickers A winding path I follow Patient and unwavering With sword unsheathed Cold wind announces my destination Before me the chasm yawns From my hands the flickering torch Fell boucing down jagged rocks I grasp the hilt of my sword Light refracting off the blade I hold it outward through the fog Its light dimming by the minute And await the terrors to come Rumbling from the distance The gate crashes down Darkness falls upon this realm The chilly wind picking up All sounds coming to a halt I close my eyes Steps unsteady as I pick my way Not knowing how many Gasping I pull my feet back As it touched empty space Then tentatively I inch Forward with a heavy breath Until I stop at the very brink For a minute staying still yet With a lurch I slip into the chasm Cloak billowing above me I Flail around in a frenzy I feel the cool hilt still and Point the sword downwards Taking a deep breath and Bracing for the impact

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i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC

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Drift Me AwayUntitled

i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC

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Drifter

i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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