"reforge" poems
At school I had trouble socializing,
And still, The Owl, comes all too late?
My formative years are spent deep within caves searching,
Yet The Owl is never found there?
The failures and sadness accumulate over time,
Leaving The Owl traversing some other’s sky,
I feel life slipping away each day,
And still The Owl never manifests!
Where is The Owl? Does it not come with time?
Will cleverness induce her, perhaps woo her with rhyme?
Quell restless mind, The Owl reforge me so I’m freed!
Grant me your talons so that I may succeed!
And still, The Owl, who never manifests,
And still The Owl never manifests.
I curl chalky fingers into travertine-grip,
Aged ruin takes a hold, in my despair as I slip,
Sans which The Owl never did manifest,
To wit, sans The Owl, pounding sand as I jest,
So what, The Owl, never did manifest?
And still The Owl never manifests.
Life without The Owl, was no life at all,
No solemnity of greatness, a life of doltish pit-fall.
And still The Owl never manifests.
And still The Owl never manifests.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
The winter trees stand unclothed,
branches reaching for each other with woody empathy
craving their lovers touch, naked bodies of passion,
their children lie red and amber,
setting ablaze the verdigris blades,
that hold them kindly,
when their mothers can no longer carry them,
the embrace breaks them down,
allowing their earthy scent to creep to the nostrils of those who come to think a while,
enjoying the fleeting sun on their backs for a time,
on this frosty winter day,
The traffic seems obsolete,
if the whispering birds can learn,
to ignore the engine rumbles as can I,
the obsidian asphalt path carves delicately through this city sanctuary,
like an old english dance,
where courters would not touch their partner,
but embrace the sweet proximity,
and cherish the fire in their beloved's eyes,
and soul.
Water lies abandoned in the path,
reflecting the eternal blue of the afternoon sky,
an embodiment of tranquility,
a connection that can never be consummated,
a longing to be together again,
the water envies the whisp of cloud that has retained the skies clinch,
a ripple destroys the perfect portrayal,
but to give way to two Blue ****
absorbing its love,
and releasing it to one another,
as they speak to each other,
and elope toward the emerging pearl moon.
I brush my feet amongst the wood chip beds,
mere remnants of once great trees,
still huddling together in solidarity,
as though trying to reform what once was,
it makes me ponder of soul mates lost,
clutching at the memories that once were,
and pursuing to reforge a love that refuses to be broken,
adoration manifest as young sapplings reach upward,
sprouting from the shallow chippings,
ready to blossom with memories once more.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
What happens then,
When we finally reach that bridge
The unsteady footpath of decision
That only one of us can cross
When our hands part
And you walk the shaky steps of commitment and truth
With a single glance backward
Avoiding my eyes
As I watch you walk away
Only a few steps apart
But with a lifetime of history and emotion stretching it's cavernous yawn beneath us
Do I forget you?
As you stride out, leaving of the mists of my adoration
Should I cleanse my mind of love
Crush the butterflies that sit in my stomach
Awaiting your every word
Do I scratch out your face from the photographs of my mind?
Remake memories
Reforge falsified passion
Ignore the beauty in the delicate brush of wind against a sheltered forest,
The bittersweet sting of cold rain against warm skin
The rush of blood to my cheeks at a black and white image I know only you could love.
Do I embrace my senses
Turn my back
Allow us to be separate entities in a world where we were supposed to be whole
Or do I follow the solitary wake of my heart
Cross legged, silent
Patiently waiting at that edge for the moment you may return
For the moment you realise
Life cannot go on without us
And you turn back
To leap the chasm that keeps us apart
Wait for the flames of your outstretched arms to reignite the fire in my broken heart
For us to connect
In the unending circle of emotion and connection
That makes us whole within ourselves
That feeds us
Free to blossom into the multitude of colour our wistful lives have always promised
Can I wait in vain
And let my heart forever overthrow the sensibility of the mind
Expose myself to the elements of rejection and sorrow
For the promise of something perfect
Sublime and intangible
Can I forsake the solid ground of reality?
I already know how this will end
When we reach that path.
My body can let you go
But my heart will never forget
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
what words can i say to tame the beating of my heart?..
alone with the memory of you, a sad girl in the dark
what to do when you realize love wasn't enough?
i never thought i'd say those words, tough
a dull ache i feel in my chest, a longing for the best
no matter what happens, civility and grace
a simple charm so it wasn't all a waste—of time, of friendship, of love..
deep breathe, take it slow, that's enough
reforge the bond that kept our connection alive
set aside ego, resentment and pride—subside
give in to the light; not getting what you want is sometimes what's right
don't fight, there'll always be another night
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:16 AM UTC
Clouded eyes lie broken down. Bloodied broken is the crown, the princess hanged, the prince to blame. Even is the grass untamed. Still he stands alone, against the odds just flesh and bone. "Such hell is this?" He comprehendes, "what evil seeks such ends?" Then he stares into the abyss and sword in hand he charges forth, to tame the grass and reforge the crown. And to keep the sky from crashing down.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
Iron graces my tongue
Hephaestus' ferrous fire
My song won't be sung
accompanied by drum or lyre
This won't end
never now or later
See the burns
on your most worthy opponent
See how far
how far you bent
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Absence, alone.
Sitting alone.
Unread texts.
One... Two... Three!
My mind starts racing,
first comes the doubts.
Then embraced by the self-hate.
Regret and judge, discord upon myself.
To yonder back from whence I came.
Recollect the sacrifices that were made.
Reforge my old self again.
Drugs, Alcohol, *** Depression, Anxiety, the Addiction.
Is purity not meant for me?
A few hours of mere absence I dread.
Perhaps corrupt I must be?
Lose the white light, wholesome, selfless and true.
Embrace the darkness, selfishly and torment be due.
Oh my dear god, cleanse me of such disposition,
end me please~
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Is she the damsel from fantasy books?
The one who heroic hearts arc towards?
Indeed, of faerie eye and fair-lined looks
What cold savior could she be waiting for?
Some faux hero made of dreams, just like her-
From realms of common beauty with the wiles
of class-bred temper; Parted from less learned
Folk like me whom their countenance beguiles-
Although, it seems that all our breaking dreams
In this reality reforge themselves;
Imbued now with the pain of shattered hearts,
We move forward with new convictions held.
To wit; It's not that ******* hip and cool
To play the Man who loves you like a fool.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Falling leaves
And rolled out sleeves
I wipe my brow and I keep marching on
When October is over
Awaken my heart
When October is over
Allow me once more to start
The warmth starting to fade and a
new chill transforming the world we know Into a dark and barren place.
Yet deep down hope is rekindled and light begins to shine.
When October is over
Let me know
When October is over
I'll let her go
But just for a little while longer
I'll hold on to her,
I'll embrace her memory,
I'll seek out her friendship
I'll dream of the day when I win her back,
I'll write love songs to her and not share with anyone
I'll paint for her with all the skill my shaking hands can muster
I'll practice my dancing to impress her
I'll pray to God to hold her once more
I'll wash my face and comb my hair
I'll dress myself in all of her favorite clothes I own
I'll imagine an impossible life with her, seeing the world and living out our dreams.
Wake me up when October is over
But for now let me sleep and enjoy this dream, this wondrous dream I've been stuck in.
Let me lie to myself that perhaps she yet loves me,
Let me lie to myself as I imagine her saying she wants me back
Let me lie to myself and say there's hope for the love we once had
Let me lie to myself sweet mysteries
Let me Reforge the passion, reignite the romance arouse my inmost desire:
To hold her as I did that first night we met. That first embrace, that wonderful surprise,
Realizing that she was so much better than I could have ever imagined.
When October is over
Please don't let my dreams continue,
But humor me just for awhile as this month passes by, to imagine a life by her side.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
One night
5 rose
The skies dimmed
The night grows
Crowned soldier
Give command
Thunder roars
Take a stand
Blades swing
Bullets fly
A soundless scream
A faint goodbye
Twin allies
Come forth
Darkness falls
Lose their worth
Being of evil
Pitch black night
Hated child
Gathered blight
White mask
Cracked, stained
Blades clash
Hell rains
Friends and enemies
They all fall
Echoed laughter
A maiden’s calls
Bright moon
Don’t rise
Dark monster
Pierced skies
Another falls
4 tried
Blooded air
Battle cry
Red flower
bright and bold
upon a pillar
heart of gold
Enemies grow
Gods sigh
Warrior in red
Jump and fly
Weapons fall
Forces clash
Sounds of war
Broken, trashed
United as one
Bonds undone
Commanders rise
War bells rung
Teared skies
Memories flow
Black eclipse
White snow
Chaos spreads
Horses mourn
Winged leviathans
Dragons roar
Came too close
Went too far
Hidden trap
Enemies scar
Descend to darkness
Blacken the day
Let all hope
Shatter away
Reforge your own
Come back alive
All that was real
Was left behind
March on
Stay strong
Head held high
Survive the night
Emerge once more
Let out your roar
Shields up
Spread your wings, soar
Ripped from space
Erased from time
Re-fabricate your will
And once more, rise
Take them down
As they stand
Don’t surrender
Fight till it ends
One more opponent
Anger and pain
Cataclysm incarnate
Heaving flame
Brought with a bond
Crafted from stories
Forge a blade
Of memories
Hack them down
Stand by your will
Unalterable fate
Laid shatter and spilt
Once again
The wind dashed
Leaving behind
Blood and ash
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
Striving for greatness is never easy
It's so much simpler to lay down
Wilting and waiting to die
Until the crust of the earth
Crumbles, splits, rips open at the seams
And swallows me whole
Reforge me with tremors
Recreate my senses with aftershock
Decimate me, then build me again
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
I gathered all my emotions
To question my devotion
Gathered here in the dark
To rekindle my essence
I just need a little spark
A ray of light during these cloudy days
A weapon to fight these demons
Be it to my dismay
Trembling with every thought
Return to me foul beast
Return to me what you stole
Return to me while I am om the brink
Return to me before I completely sink
The table has been set
And the candles have been lit
For me to reforge this bond
Get it back to whole
Im calling upon my own spirit
It's a seance of the soul
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
I want to melt
I want to dissolve
Pour myself into the ground
And let something better grow
Where I once would've stood
I want to escape
And scatter each bit of memory
Become one with the stardust
That had built me
At least then I would be again a star
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC