"hade" poems
In the night, those shadows come alive. So little do i know about this heavy doubt.
Cold wind biting the heart. Trying to figure out where I've been.
Dark winter pulls me closer, now theres a place i'm thinking into the air.
A voice calling, "Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?"
Nothing is as it seams, just as beauty leans from the earth in a sunset--a harp for the soul to sing.
But You are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at her self
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
And if you want to know truth retire of solving riddles.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel,
back into dreams.
Ay, my bow rests on my chest.
There is the flame spirit among a starry mountainside.
Oh it was but yesterday we met in a dream. You watched as I built a ship towards your shore.
My spirit goes wandering upon the wind, off to the desert sands, deep beneath the ocean's sound.
I am the gypsey and the fortuneteller, liken an honest thief. No I'm the myth builder and dream master.
who laughs with me when I destroy,
the sand castles of my innocence. The
sun warming my back just as the wicked, and drawing my image locked in a shadow.
Here the soul a battlefield, where
reason and passion become one.
they are the sails of my seafaring soul.
There I found the naked body of my dreams, in silent sleep my spriit walked the path.
I am the star-gazer who feels the power of endlessness, Aware of timelessness and
neverending space. The love in me still
present amidst the scattered fires that
burn in black ink.
Just as the caveman draws his fears on lost walls, speaking of misfortune and
treasures gallore. A fantom ghost in Hade's Fate.
Now my ship wanders forever on a pearlous course but never sinking.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
Fingerprints and fibers,
Accumulated talk,
Whispers in the corners,
Bodies demarcated in chalk
On the marble courtroom stairs.
His misery became a pall.
With mourning signs in splattered pairs,
Red flowers on the wall.
All that he had left behind was grief
And powerless rage,
A Tansu chest in high relief,
A coiled brass clock fatigued with age.
Retreating to a white house in Simrishamn,
He’d walk his dog along the shore,
Find sterile clues amongst the sands,
And travel a ferry between two lands.
And now: An experiment! Blame Google Translate for this weird (?) Swedish translation: Please tell me if this is a bad translation!
Fingeravtryck och fibrer,
Ackumulerat samtal,
Viskar i hörnen,
Kroppar avgränsad i krita
På marmor rättssal trappor.
Hans elände blev en pall.
Med sorgsignaler i splatterade par,
Röda blommor på väggen.
Allt som han hade lämnat var sorg
Och maktlös raseri,
En Tansu bröst i hög lättnad,
En spolad mässingsklocka utmanad med åldern.
Att återvända till ett vitt hus i Simrishamn,
Han skulle gå sin hund längs stranden,
Hitta sterila ledtrådar bland sandarna,
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I slipped into oblivion
And for a minute or two I held hands with death
What separated us was nothing but murky water; Hade's Lethe
My fingers reached up
Or was it down?
They intertwined with his
He bent his Cimmerian face through the separating waters
His night colored lips briefly rested against mine
But not for long enough
I loitered on his doorstep just long enough for my heartbeat to recede, my breath to become shallow~
And then I awoke
I crashed up through the pressing weight of the deep, black water
Death's sweet embrace was broken
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
*Jeg elsker dig
Selv efter alt hvad der er sket
Så vil følelsen ikke forsvinde
Og det er lige meget hvad jeg gør...
Jeg har forsøgt at hade dig,
Men dette får mig kun til at græde.
Jeg har svinet dig til,
Men det sårer mig kun i sidste ende
Jeg har forsøgt at glemme dig,
Men alt omkring mig,
Minder mig om dig.
Kaffe kan jeg ikke drikke,
For selv det sætter minder i gang.
Jeg har mistet lysten
Til at gå i skole
Fordi jeg kan risikerer
At se dig...
Gad vide om hypnose vil kunne hjælpe,
Så jeg kan glemme,
Alle de minder,
Der involvere dig.
For lige meget hvad jeg prøver,
Så elsker jeg stadigvæk dig...*
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
to the little girl
who sits by the tv screen,
watching encantadia—
lireo is where you belong,
your palms big enough
to hold the kingdoms of sapiro,
lireo, hathoria, and etheria in
your hands, keeping
the brilyantes of air, water, earth
and fire in the four chambers of
your heart to keep peace
in our world.
you are an amihan,
open to the truth of
an entirely different continent
coexisting with the mortal world
that you know,
never letting death keep you
from closing in on yourself
like an abandoned cathedral;
you are soft and gentle in
all the ways she tries to lead,
dangerous in the way
cassopeia's prophecy was fulfilled,
bringing the ruin of hathoria.
do not be afraid when
pirena comes, rage and
hade! hade! hade! against the beating
of the earth against your feet,
stealing the holy fire in your heart.
it will keep burning, arrows aimed
and the war won and you will
get it back.
you will get it back.
ilantre ivi e corre?
ilantre ivi hasne masne?
the people wonder.
you are a descendant of the
diwatas powerful and
almighty in the elements
of the world you hold close;
under your reign,
corre will return,
masne will start its journey.
kingdoms will be brought
to their knees.
you will never forget
the land where you came from
mingling with the magic
in your veins
you are one of many
a lot of things you can never compromise.
ivi esna adelan e...
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
The vale of creating souls forsaken my vows,
Descend the nebulous hammer upon my names,
To leash the Moirae to command Eros's bow,
Here lies the broken scroll writ in dying flames.
Round the earth trod Hade's iron red needs,
Upon the vanguard of the auric age to come,
Fear not! For new blooms nap in fertile seeds,
Smash thy jolly jugs and drink thy ***
Fill the rift of every forge with molten ore,
Tis unreal till life illustrate the drying golds,
Against the ethereal anvil of ancient lore,
Which knights in fealty do Aphrodite hold?
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC
The sun sets on the decisions made,
Those that you were so proud of.
Those that hade you happy.
But your vision constantly changes.
All you knew burns in flames,
There in the horizon!
Do you finally see what you’ve done?
Does the luminosity of the moon make it clear?
Or is her gravity tearing you apart?
Either way all is set in stone.
The clock’s chiming at last,
And everything becomes permanent at midnight.
As thousands stare at time with weary eyes,
Tell me your sins and I’ll tell you mine.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
they say blood is thicker than water but haven't they heard
of ichor?
ichor;
the deep felling within, when you sense that something may
go wrong but let's set that thought aside because you don't know
what happens when the blood boils of gods and goddesses
or when the hues of gold and silver yearn for solitude as they
transform into something new; more precious, more expensive.
falling from the slick blade of a hero, poison to any mortal. but us-
humans- are wicked. if that blade falls into our palms, we'd corrupt
the world by spilling ichor for our mutual misunderstandings. so
we let ichor fall back into history- a curse for the reader- hoping one day that it'll fall into innocent hands so that once again,
unleashed from it's chains, would come Hade's hounds coming
to get you.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
angelic auras dance through heaven
as death's dark glance
awakens feeling
tender cold touch
of quickly fading reality
of what hope is there
in disintegration
captivated by poetry
hints of immortality
not in it for the money
or material satisfaction
for that too,
is,
disintegration
oh then where
is peace to hold
please don't pretend
you've found the gold
i've been to church
the temple too
and in them i've found
nothing true
None can live
with fading hope
oh the atheist lies
with life
she can't cope
transcend the planes
life's labels fly away
lost in mara, or hade's aura
find me here
a head in the clouds
I lost my identity
of fading mist
I met a monk, of Vedic law
I met a Christian who knew it all
I met a man who lived for wealth
and a nun of repressed desire
now here I stand
in non-belonging
though in this place,
i've found...
my real belonging
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
I know this woman well
from the curl of days
each day I write
a love letter to life
I strive to allow anything as
it is unfolds emerges
aliveness deadness blindness
foolishness fright ignite
the gloaming of thought
the expiration date for
the hade of dreams
I welcome every pain with a smile,
white hair and a glass of wine
this kind of love nested
in the voicelessness
of uncanny zoons
hues tunes lagoons
in the silence of soles
when you step so carrefully
not to disturb the unformed truths
pain love, neighbours
in the flow of synonyms
they taught myself to me -
the density of ribs
the depth of skin
the electricity of muscles
the tautology of heart
the logorrhea of thought
the temptation of beauty
moon is to blame
it hid its unforseen tales
inside the blueprints of
songs under the skin
Feb 13, 2023
Feb 13, 2023 at 5:57 PM UTC
Chronic disinterest
Native contempt
Velvet endeavors
Tempting regret
Instant retelling
Elephant’s hide
Plagiarized doctrine
Burning inside
Mystified longing
Questions abound
Domicile ******
Running aground
Substance ingestion
Alternate mind
Daily addiction
Hade’s defined
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
My mother’s eyes still redden
Like a hurt child
Too tough to open and cry
His hands were too pink
His veins were too blue
His temper was too short
My mother has a shell
And she loves it,
Hides her, hides her.
His heart could not sing,
His father had set
Him in his ways.
My mother hade tried
She reached for his hand
Itching for three.
His love for his Savior
His falling from it
His deep silent cage
My mother is quiet
About what has been
She’s left it behind.
His crawling through the door
His overtaking disease
His saggy lipped drawl
My mother’s hands are warm,
Never repeating the past.
Tending child and garden.
He sits there the same
A dull man consumed
Waiting to die.
My mother paints a smile.
She wears it always
Skirting around the topic.
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
Og det er jo ikke meningen at jeg skal græde på en tirsdag, fordi du siger højre og jeg siger venstre, men alligevel får du mig til at hade dig når jeg går under gadelamperne for at fylde min hals med røg fremfor råb, fordi jeg råber jo kun fordi jeg mener det og hader dig jo kun nu fordi jeg elsker dig om 5 minutter, men alligevel, hvorfor skal vi altid sætte ild til hinanden før vi ved hvor meget vi begge brænder for det her?
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
No body understands addiction unless you stopped missing what you've been missing.
Hears a half empty broken bottle of cider show me how to fix it? Take a sip have a taste ask me why I crave it?
Show me how to hold onto this broken bottle and teach me how to pour it. Whisper in my ear tell me how to drink it.
You say it's an addicts addiction! Others say it's a medical condition!
I say it's a habit gone bad overtaking every thought my mind is thinking, why it's always missing memory's that are always searching.
You say the words it's so sad, I say this broken bottle of cider is all I need in my hand. It's not all iv ever hade. But it's road is long and sad.
It seems to take me to a place were all my control has gone mad. This broken bottle is nearly empty do you have any money you can lend me?
One day when I'm ready I'll ask this craving to leave me. I'll take this broken bottle and hide it some were it cant see me.
Are you drunk? Or are you high? Do you stumble around until you fall down and cry?
Do you ever wonder why this bottle is broken but always smiles!
And When you find the broken missing pieces to this bottle.
Ask them why this bottle always made me cry.
JidosReality 6.6.14
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
For du var gift i glasset, salt i såret. Du var djævlens engel, og sandhedens mester. For du kunne hade og elske, få og miste, ofte som det passede dig.
Jeg var glasset der bar giften, jeg var såret der smagte salten, jeg var facadernes mester, jeg kunne hade og elske, give og miste.
Du var skyggernes herrer, solens profet og gudernes Lucifer.
Du bar din smagløse kærlighed i dine lunkne hænder…
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
I lay in tears of seeing thoughts of losing my goals and dreams. I feel insane when I can't fall asleep seeing the darkest shadow following me. I don't even have enough in me to shed a tear. I feel like a old wooden grandfather clock ticling time away.
My heart has no sound no rhythm. I am tormented by every thought that will never leave me alone.
Brown twisted saying your name every 2 min so quiet calling your insanity till you break and set off a big explosive rage.
I'm insane or the thoughts that ripped your every voice you hade left to say.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
He told me all the critters die
in these months
I laughed in his face
For they survive
Just as we
Creating heaters with thoughts of sunshine , we drag on
We burrow and get fat
Please still love me when I'm fat
Even if I can't
I need your hand in mine,
The effects force the heat up and down my spine
but I,
Lacking sunshine, craving your touch
provided proofs of the winter months
and solved this knowing what all others know,
that each year biologically searching for that other soul
We run wild and naked at sights of snow, distraught at the thought
We haven't found that hand to hold
coffee needs a warm mate of more coffee
a solution unto itself
but me I need to kiss your shapely lips softly,
your acid to my base would force a reaction to an accepting fate;
nothingness of what was me,
we leave enough warmth to keep critters breathe above their homes in hade's house
that's the only reason I'd give in, anyway, so as to save a wee mouse.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
I feel like triangles i cant seem to make sense
i feel like a ball thats had its insides torn to shreds
i remember me being important when i thought that i wasnt
but now that im not i seem to notice
the dresses i wear hit my ankles hit my toes
I hate how i look
even when i wear my cloths
i thought i was smart
someone to ask help of
i thought i was worthy of your love
the more i type
the less i know
i dont make sense anymore
i dont have strenght anymore
i dont have the hope i hade before
i feel
absoluty
pointless
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
These animal spirits i always speak of if you look deep in your heart and soul are real. believe what you want but my animal soul as my followers know (one in particular) is an alpha wolf. ive hade only 2 names for him and he answers to both the first is wolfie, he got that name the first time i felt his presence. the second name is midnight because like me he has a temper and when im mad enough he comes out and doubles my anger. but like me wdme all have an inner beast. if you want to know your animal spirit message me what your personality is like. dont worry it will stay between you, me and my woman cause she has joined me on this topic. its easier to do it in person but i can still do it this way.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
*ive hade a epiphany
It hit me between my eyes
Almost swept me off my feet
It was a surprise
It completly took my breath away
I realised that..*
*i still compare you to every man I meet
None of them come close to you
I've alwayse had you in my plans
For my future
Its always been you*
*your the one I've dreamed of and
Longed for even though I didn't know it
It all makes sense now*
*all the times I lay awake at night
Missing someone
I was missing you
When I wished I had someone to talk to
I wished I could talk to you
When I was sad and
I wanted someone to hold me
To tell me tomorrow will be better
I realised I wanted you*
*i wanted you to tell me to not be sad
To tell me that your here for me*
*i realised that even though
I haven't been sure about
most of the things in my life
I've always been sure about you*
*it all makes sense now
Every cell in my body knows*
I've ALWAYS LOVED YOU
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
Oh Persephone you frighten me
Dark hair falling
Arms flailing
Hailing nothing
But the darkness you claim
The pain that maims
Your reason
Pushing the razor
Harder and deeper
Sliding it in and out of your skin
Like a credit card purchasing
Temporary relief
From your grief
You say that you are poisonous
But I say you have been poisoned
The virus is in the air
On the tv
On the streets
In some of the books
In strangers looks
In the aftermath
Heart break
Takes its’ place
Followed by apathy
Till there is nothing left
And though you never cut your chest
Your heart is still leaking
Leaving
A subtle arrhythmia
Hade’s fingers
Crushing each ventricle
Squeezing just enough
To keep you alive
In agony
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
:I am the taste of stale lemon cookies from grandmas pantry
I am room temperature coffee staining your tongue and stomach lining
A small tickle in the back of your throat causing gigantic miniscule sweet baby coughs
Not enough
A shower that just can't seem to get warm
I am entirely too underwhelming
Me.
Indelicate angelic **** up
Beige walls to match my mild touch.
I do not burn
You're feelings never hurt
Id say I'm sorry but my voice is a humming of drums on fingertips
Sticks beat the vibration of voice off it
My slushed thoughts slashed into I have nots caused you lots and lots of boredom so you stopped listening to me accept i don't think you were ever listening for me cause you just wanted to hear a story about a **** girl whose hips made circular movements not innocent but there were pink cotton ******* and i hade baby lips
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
*Dear lord
Hear me God
My shoulder is burdened by a load
Of which i need to offload
Nights are cold
I have nothing to hold
Please don't put me on hold
Am not asking for gold
Lemme just be bold
All i need is to be heard
Before i go bald
And get old
My fate love to hate
Ghosts asked me for a date
Though am not their mate
It may be late
But open open for me your gate
My thirst i need to sate
My hunger i need to bate
Am here tumbling
Hade is there rumbling
Demons are near struttling
My heart they are fondling
My redemption am hustling
And grave is just there ogling
The life has become puzzling
And am tired of struggling*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC