"realitys" poems
I fear none but see all,
My dragon comes when I call.
I control the elements upon my mind,
As they swirl within time.
I stand firm and tall,
Waving my sword in the wind.
My world is only a war,
As I fight to win.
No orders can tell me what to do,
I am a General of Skyrim.
My home is of bravery rest,
as my skills everyday,
are put to the test.
You fight for what you believe,
You die with dignity.
Honor boils in your veins,
As you try to fight free.
Freedom rings when a Warrior stands forth,
He or she shall be,
A savior to the world.
Within the World of Tamriel,
I am an Imperial Soldier,
And a Female.
Anyone can be a warrior upon strife,
Even within this war,
You can be right.
Join a side,
Choose your path.
You shall be victorious,
And will deserve a Warriors Death.
Challenge thy dragonkin now.
They will await your arrival.
Upon your dragon,
Shall become thy trial.
Tempest waves within the skies of Tamriel,
As the Dragonborn comes,
To the World of Skyrim.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
It's almost 2am.
I'm kind of laying here in the hot, unnatural heat.
I miss you a little bit.
My insomnia has been bad lately.
I guess you're okay.
I'll just write about you for awhile until I drift off into the colourless world of pretend realitys promising to bring you back to me.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
This poem is translate from http://hellopoetry.com/poem/warrior-of-tamriel-warrior-of-realitys-breath/
Zu'u faas nid nuz koraav pah,
Dii dovah meyz fod Zu'u for.
Zu'u imaar verin voknau dii hadrim,
Ol nust swirl tuum tiid.
Zu'u kriist firm ahrk faar,
Waving dii zahkrii ko ven.
Dii lein los nunon kein,
Ol Zu'u krif wah juh.
Nid uth vis gesaag zey fos wah dreh,
Zu'u los Kinbokein do Keizaal.
Dii bodein los do krilaan praan,
ol dii noot everyday,
los raal wah gor.
Hi krif fah fos hi korah,
Hi dir voth dignity.
Zin yoz ko hin sostrah,
Ol hi unt wah krif stin.
Stinun prenlon fod Kendov kriist veyl,
Rok uv rek fent kos,
saviik wah lein.
Tuum Lein do Taazokaan,
Zu'u los Lokolteiren Rahzun,
Ahrk Punah.
Naangein vis kos kendov voknau strife,
Orin tuum daar kein,
Hi vis kos ges.
Aav reid,
Unad hin zen.
Hi fent kos krongrahkei,
Ahrk fen deserve Kendov Dinok.
Jur thy dragonkin nu.
Nust fen saraan hin arosend.
Voknau hin dovah,
Fent meyz thy untak.
Kest riin tuum lok do Taazokaan,
Ol Dovahkiin meyz,
Wah Lein do Keizaal.
Fus Ro Dah !
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
I sit alone, with a thousand friends
Each is silent, but screaming.
I struggle hard.
Shouting
Begging
Pleading
Each is silent, but screaming.
I crave to respond,
Tho realitys clutch is tight.
Summoning
Appealing
Demanding
Each is silent, but screaming.
I fill with desire, yerning.
His grasp on me is slipping.
Come on!
We're Here!
NOW!
Each is silent, but screaming.
I evade his last restraint.
Embraced by each with pleasure.
Addicted, I stay in hiding.
Reality gone.
So am I.
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 5:13 AM UTC
Tis the season to be dying
Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing
The hymns mimic my weeping soul
A tune strung with a broken bow
Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow
Wilting with the fading greens
We inhale clouds of dusty air
Cold and fragile as my spine
Tingling numbness in my heart
Like frost bites from within
The finale of an orchestra
An epilogue of sorts
Wintry hails in my disturbed mind
Raining like misfired bullets
From a shoddy gun
Burning letters into my hands
The poetry I craft not pretty
Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality
Mostly **** and somewhat edgy
Infused with truth and too much realitys
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
soapbox man has
measured the moments
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and to her soapbox man is god
as she slides slowly thru the dense air of his self contained contentions
in the the small wood floor room
its freedom to her
soapbox man has come and she is here
to get her fix
of his brand of guns to subjugate the dead
and iron fist rusting in a vacant lot brand of rule
its freedom to her
echoes down the bridge road between realitys
a woman laughing in slow motion
the tread of boots on marble
oddly distorted pieces of conversation
that are appended to soapbox heroes
who preach
that those not with us are against us
and should be punished for their cruel foolishness
this is not heaven
its a place that wears the face of grace on earth
it wears the mask of memories warm and kind
its peace and freedom to her
its a lie
this is the nature of the human beast
what reality we dream is pleasing
no matter how toxic
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and as time passes
and it eats from within
she falls to the floor
and crumbles to dust
a fragment of humanity
on a pergo floor
and its freedom to her
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Eye Of The Over Soul, Direction Injection Over Load,
I’m Over Here, Over Head , Under Toes,
Saving Under Dogs, Like Aw Oh My God My Hands In ******* Braw,
Pants Dance A lot, Numbers Right, Night Candle Hot,
Dark Forest, Spooky Sounds Wood Black,
Theres No Taking A Should Back,
Realitys A Hoax, I Know That I Should Laugh,
Emotions Are Explosions, On A Clone Mask,
I Said I Mean It, I Own That.
Gold Is The Greenest, I Bleed It, The Zone Shack,
Armor Pours From Open Doors,
You Nasty Tweaking 4 bodys Sleeping All Weeknd,
Joking Sure, Of Course,
6 Plus 2, The Way Of The Gate,
Every Day Is My Birthday , Eye In The Cake,
I Cant Take Much More Of The ****
That Yall ****** Say,
I’m On A Cliff , With Yo Chick,
Kissing My Limbs,
Mornings Start With Night Shower, We White Owls & ******* 6,
Rather Have Girls With Game Sticks, In Sweaters Squirting, Like Rain Drips
We Came With The Bottle ***** Djinn, Mystery Dripping From My Chin,
D & Me , Have A Way With Sin, It’s Not Likely To To See Kites Nicely , Where Our Bikes Be,
****** Naught Psychedelic Heavy Weights, Astral Flight ****
3 Plus 3 Blooming Healthy Chai Seed,
Percieve Only What The Eye Sees,
2 Eyes Bleed ,
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
soapbox man has
measured the moments
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and to her soapbox man is god
as she slides slowly thru the dense air of his self contained contentions
in the the small wood floor room
its freedom to her
soapbox man has come and she is here
to get her fix
of his brand of guns to subjugate the dead
and iron fist rusting in a vacant lot brand of rule
its freedom to her
echoes down the bridge road between realitys
a woman laughing in slow motion
the tread of boots on marble
oddly distorted pieces of conversation
that are appended to soapbox heroes
who preach
that those not with us are against us
and should be punished for their cruel foolishness
this is not heaven
its a place that wears the face of grace on earth
it wears the mask of memories warm and kind
its peace and freedom to her
its a lie
this is the nature of the human beast
what reality we dream is pleasing
no matter how toxic
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and as time passes
and it eats from within
she falls to the floor
and crumbles to dust
a fragment of humanity
on a pergo floor
and its freedom to her
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
The reality of the world
Stays blissfully
Outside my door
As it taps away
At the normality of life
The mundane voices
That whisper forget
Your fears as you
Face challenges
That are stewn
Along the forgotten path
You evade the dark pools
That appear from no where
In the shadows of you're mind
With tenacity you defy all odds
You smile knowingly to yourself
Take that you shadow from hell
You threw the gauntlet
And with each passing dream
The realitys that may be
Makes you all that you can be
The hero from your dreams
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Coke blessers measured with the demons investors,
I sit like Uncle Fester, light my thoughts from the tongue, sprung,
See how many people hung, onto the words that strung,
Out the darkest pain, but still remains in the subconscious brain,
I'm not a preacher, or a teacher I'm just a divine leecher,
Tryna bring ya, back to the days of primate, wait it's never to late,
To push over realitys plate, so many full but still acting like, they never ate,
Degenerates, flexing independence, but riding government assistance,
I see ya in the distance, next to me I know ya hate me, take a gander at the sea,
Close my eyes, meditate the heavenly Van Gogh, imageries,
Motionless once im coastin, the cosmos waves heart of a brave,
Mighty leo though a virgo, splurge from my mental, break any detrimental,
Head bands worn like Naruto, swift as a bellow, the funky fellow,
Say hello, cherish the sky embryos, born to the damballa word infinite scholars,
Wear wisdom with no collars, next to jachin and boaz, I see these critics spaz, smooth tunes wrap, with a touch of jazz,
I crashed on earth, long ago from Pluto, parliament mothership child,
Mama knew was better, and papa left me with Coogi sweaters, no jello to go with my pudding,
Mismatched like bad batch of crack, ******* and all that, true black,
See where my hands at, magic wand is what ya staring at,
Ten gallon hat, oj black gloves, saw blood on the two turtle doves,
Wars lashing out, I cant cop out, no need to remain in doubt,
Cuz once the sunshine sunshine, all the darkness falls behind,
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 5:38 AM UTC