Bluesummers
Failing I live
live to serve
serve you alone
alone following
following devoutly
devoutly bowing down
down beneath you
you as perfection
perfect your willing servent
serving your cause
cause against humanity
humanity; my failing
Knives
Your very existence irritates me
Your ideals: weak and petty
Yet you follow them, steadfast.
Was it her?
Did she instill these thoughts into your mixed up mind?
They cannot make you strong.
Your body is proof of that.
Why keep going? Searching?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
What did she say about me, to you?
She was wrong. Can you not see it?
We two, are alike. Butterflies.
They mean to destroy us. Stop loving them!
Kill the spiders, and kill them all.
It's right for us to do so.
She didn't see it.
It's right for us!
(I want to believe that, but you, you bring doubt.
You of all, bring doubt to my perfect world.
My Eden...
That's why your very existence irritates me.)
Knives II
Sobbing with a smile
I could have owned you
Could have tried
to make you change the world
It would have been a wild ride
Patience for a while
You didn't try it
Didn't see
all you could have been
through the ages
just like me
Dive
Fall
Scream
It plays out like my pefect dream
Yet I fail to break your heart
You of all should know there is no part
for
me
Sobbing with a smile
You didn't kill me
Didn't try
Thus, you changed the world
to a better place
for me to die...
Angels don't have homes,
They are always on the go: righting wrongs,
and trying to understand the things we do.
The former, is a challenging task, that angels specialize in,
The latter, can never be done.
Angel
Angel wings entwine Angel arms
Dark and gold ruffled hair flutters across surfaceless skies
This release, this Eden
It has to be a dream
A saving grace, mine.
I heard your voice once, carressing me.
My saving grace, those eyes.
You tried. She would have liked you.
I do.
Your voice only finds me here now
When I'm dreaming of Angel wings
and the scent of your dark hair...
Beautifully Evil
Black butterfly
and notes written to smooth sure breaths
like the last gasps of a man,
stabbed in the back,
the tears of a failed mom with her own gun to her head,
or the final thoughts of a dying child
Legato moves with an inner beat
an inner fire
the inner need
A hunger to serve under black butterflies
as he finds amusement in crimson stains
burning the arm of an angel.
Twisted
Twist, twist, twisted
soul, being
life is twisted round taught human ropes
of imperection
my imperfection, theirs
twisted
corded in knots
long, mangled, twisted and frayed
twisted and warped
thick and heavy
and twisted
And You.
You, in greatness
You in strength
You are the knife
the knife to cut away
these lines
You are perfect, You are many
You are millions
millions of solutions
Millions of Knives
Sharp, deadly, perfect
Gouge into me
Tear, rip and saw away
my twisted nature
and twist me even more
Tie me!
Oh god! please tie me down
and stab, cut, and bleed me dry
Stain the humanity in me
and sever anything good
without You...
I'd just be twisted
And for You...
I'll twist ever more.
The Colours of Bluesummer
Chilled eyes, yellow
Cold and hot at the same time
Golden orbs
Watching, waiting, wanting
to spill crimson blood
stain it, write it
"Knives"
And the red one, shall come...
White, perfect white
twisted, holy and evil white
They are surrounding Your insensitive blue
Blue eyes, bright blue
And white
White body, perfect white body
White butterflies,
and white gloves
Those uncoloured hands, gloves
gripping, clamping and grasping
blue hair.
My hair.
Pulling, tearing and twisting
painfully at thick blue hair.
It hurts!
The blood. Red crimson
waiting, dripping
My blood.
Down the temples, my head!
Red.
Yellow gold eyes search Your blue
You know I hurt.
You laugh. It hurts.
The darkness comes next.
My black, Your black.
We share it.
My white skulls, spikes
Fashioned after You.
Red bood, my blood.
Spilled for You.
Tongue, my tongue
Lick it up for You
Blue eyes, Your eyes
as You watch
Meet mine.
And I, once again
hunger for white.
An instant
Subtle instant
Mere seconds and its gone
But it existed
I saw!
The edges smoothed over
The reds changed to black
and the window was opened
There was no stress, no strain
No rough corners, but smooth
But soft
No vile silence
but something beautiful
Something more alive
Happy to be alive
not dead
It was only an instant
And instant where innocence was
reclaimed
Where past was forgotten
A mere subtle instant
But I saw...
Author notes: You made it to the bottom. I'm betting that you either liked these enough to finish, or hated them enough to scroll down and complain. Either way, it's your time that was wasted and I can't give you your five minutes back. And even if I could, I probably wouldn't cause I'm cruel. XD
These are the poems I wrote back in creative writing. Some are vague but are about Trigun. My teacher was a fanfiction nazi. To write fanfiction was like plagerising. And once I did try to explain Trigun to him. Sorta went as follows...
Me: It's a cartoon called Trigun. (heaven only knows what kind of mess I'd have started if I termed it "anime")
Teacher: Trigon?
Me: No. Tri-gun. Say it with me...
Teacher: As in...three guns?
Me: Exactly!
Teacher: And it's a story about what?
Me: It's a western...um, set in space.
Teacher: Bounty hunters?
Me: Yeah.
Teacher: In space ships...
Me: That's Bebop...different story...
((this goes on for about ten classes...))
Well. I consider these fanfics. I love them, as I love all my poems. I hope maybe you saw something you enjoyed as well.
