My emotional poetry

[ArtCrusade]

Hello folks,

I have only recently gotten into writing instead of just reading literature. Until this moment, it's poetry only, but I will try myself as a story-teller as well once I find enough time to plan something big. I get most of my inspiration from the darker textures of the human mind, so you could call me an emotional writer. But see for yourself:


-- Thousand (Revised version) --

A thousand eyes that crowd together watching me

They dance around me singing menacingly

I cannot strike sails for I have nowhere to flee

So I sink deeper and deeper into the cold sea



After all I am not as big as I thought

And now I but a kid that never was taught

A haunting voice pours liquid fears into me

And a ghostly wind churns my skin viciously



A thousand souls cry that are held in my chest

I was sailing to find a place for their eternal rest

But now I am trapped here, they bulge my skin

They surge against me, my hull is ailing



A thousand hellfires burn me down in a flash

My eyes are adust so I can never see

What lies before me and what I could be

And a thousand souls that will never find rest

-- I think I used to have a voice --

I think I used to have a voice

But now I struggle to even make a sound

I need to get out of this cage of silence

I have to break out, break out, break out!



I wanna scream, I wanna shout

I want to let all my anger out

I wanna scream, I wanna shout

I need to break out.



I think I used to have a life

But now my emotions all fade to grey

I need to go on a quest to find my heart

But first I gotta... break out



I wanna scream, I wanna shout

I want to let all my anger out

I wanna scream, I wanna shout

I need to break out



I think I used to have a mind

But now I feel controlled

I need to cut the ropes

I have to.. break.. out..

Got you interested? I have got more in my gallery on deviantArt. I did not want to copy everything here, so do not take this as an empty advertisement!

Hope to hear from you guys soon,

Matt

[Submachine]

"I think I used to have a voice" reminds me of this video:
will.i.am - Scream & Shout

The other one reminds me literature classes, that I was not really fond of... ^^"
(By the way, I like songs/poems, I just don't like examining them)

[ArtCrusade]

@Submachine: Günther Grass once said that 'interpretation is killing the fun in reading poetry for any student' and right he is. If it was not for grammar school, I would have started writing earlier than just 2 months ago..

Another one:

"A seed of doubt has been planted inside your heart.
It grows and blows; well-nigh to full bloom.
The grinning gardener laughs as we are falling apart.
He is laughing at us from his wet tomb.

Even for me there are days where I wished I would die,
As I stumble and stumble but never fall down.
To not be left alone with my hurts and cries,
I crumble and crumble, wearing the fool's crown.

The grinning gardener deals the cards of our fate,
All while spitting lies and hissing oaths.
Little time is on our hands before it is too late,
For these seedlings know only rapid growth,

Please take my heart's torch and hold it high,
So the grinning gardener can see it is shining so bright.
It shines through the veils, his end is nigh,
As our blazing love makes his seeds suffer blight.

Count on me.

[ArtCrusade]

The title's 'Count On Me' and there will be at least one sequel about the gardener. Thanks for the compliment!

[Submachine]

The title's 'Count On Me' and there will be at least one sequel about the gardener. Thanks for the compliment!

You earned it. Waiting for the sequel.

[ArtCrusade]

I changed the title of part one to 'The Grinning Gardener - Part 2' as these will actually become a series. I just wrote the last words of part two:

"The grinning gardener feasts on your dark thoughts,
Like a succubus he drains might from your fear.
He maims love and twists your fate by casting vile lots,
Gaining strength as your emotions disappear.

As old as time – maybe even older – he watches your every step.
Mischievously grinning, he tries to prey on your foolish trust.
He plants his seed inside you, trapping you like a spider web,
And but the conflagration caused by love makes them adust.

It sprouts and grows and entangles your essence.
Where once there were feelings like love or belief,
There will be an all-consuming void, an evanescence;
It is the moment that hope grows as small as a fire's sheaf.

But how you ask could there be a thing so hideous and wicked?
Some will say that he is mankind's demerit, the big enemy,
But literally he is the lesser of two evils; though that's kept a secret.
Or how could one cherish love's fruits without this entity?

The devil that is the grinning gardener is but a necessary evil."

[Submachine]

Now if I imagine the grinning gardener, it's much more different than i previously imagined him. It is interesting how you described the 'necessary evil', though it's a little harsh for my taste. ^^" Much like a harvester than a gardner.

[ArtCrusade]

I guess the major problem is that I did not plan to make this a series from the start, which is exactly why you imagined him differently to what I meant to say.. why does it sound harsh to you if I may ask? As the brightest light casts the darkest shadow, one cannot cherish love without knowing the bad emotions like hate, mischief or atop of all: doubt.

But that's just my view! Do you think differently?

[Submachine]

No, there is no problem with your view, I just don't like these kind of bad guys like the second gardener.

[ArtCrusade]

Did a revision of 'The Grinning Gardener' after some very insightful reviews which I received on Writing.com. I like it much better now

A seed of doubt has taken root inside your yard.
It grows and grows; well-nigh to full bloom.
Around it the ground is scarred and charred,
Draining life like a child in earth's womb.

I remember days where I yearned to die,
As I stumble and stumble but never fall down.
To not be left with but my hurts and cries,
I crumble and crumble, wearing a fool's crown.

But the grinning gardener deals the cards of our fate,
All while spitting lies and hissing oaths.
Time is running out – it is almost too late,
For this seedling accepts but rapid growth.

Please take my torch and hold it high,
So the grinning gardener can see it shining so bright.
It shines through the veils, his end is nigh,
As our blazing love burns his seed to blight.

Count on me.

A poem I wrote for a prompt contest. I picked 'The Devil Inside'

A haunted chanting is seeping through my wall.
It sings of rotten places and the Crimson Marquis;
I scream:
  'Your world is killing me –
   Your words are filling me!'
My mind is torn apart as I make this last call.

My walls are churned by visions of a blazing cleft,
Of hollow words and dreaded dreams,
Of demonic herds and rapid streams,
I remain dazzled and of all chances bereft.

They consume my thoughts, seeking for freedom.
  'They get their way, I fade away –
   Oh God, my mind fades to grey!'
And suddenly I understand: “We are many for we are Legion.”

[Submachine]

Hey ArtCrusade, I really like your arts/poems. Not just here, but I noticed some also in War Propaganda. Keep up the good job!

[ArtCrusade]

The contests that are held this October are awesome. A lot of burning going on!

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