"swordsmanship" poems
A river carved
between nobles
One for sinful pleasures
the other a white voice of reason
amongst the multitude of rapids
they spill
sinful and holy colors
into the river
canceling the other
to a gray tinge
it is balanced
but one side could
seize the other
in noble duel
of swordsmanship of fate
flooding the land that dictates
giving into their waters
we are the estuary
that obtains these actions
thus the color of the river
feeds into and tints
the larger self, the ocean
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded
I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
me - a princess trapped in loneliness,
A tower built over the years,
unable to escape my sorrow.
You - a knight in shining armor,
breaking these walls,
and in turn allowing my escape.
We flee from dragons,
spewing flames of hatred,
Form Sirens,
singing lies & deception,
From creatures created only in my nightmares.
But I don't want to be nothing more than a weak princess,
For you shelter and protect me,
I appreciate all you've done,
but now I must become my own knight,
not as to leave you behind,
or allowing your swordsmanship to become unnecessary,
But so I can be equal to you,
fighting both your & my inner demons together.
To shelter you as much as you shelter me.
To protect you as much as you protect me.
I will not standby any longer - a worthless princess,
but begin to learn how to wield my own blade.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
I think, perhaps,
That vulnerability and wit,
(the aims of this challenge),
have sufficiently sharpened my words -
and judging by the slice of life
that I have served,
and how my exposed outlet
now needs tourniqueting,
I think, perhaps,
It is the swordsmanship
That I must now practice.
I am no devotee
of the church of restraint,
But I think, perhaps,
That there are limits
on how much you can bleed
before running dry
or drowning others.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC