Hide and seek (misc. by Mith)

Hide and seek (misc. by Mith)

09/24/09 7:20 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Hide and seek. Dark water glistens in the moonlight The blackness of the grass, A bird spreads a shadow larger than life A door slams shut Gentle footsteps coming closer Insects crawl over my feet, as to flee from what’s not seen They are here I can taste it in the air metallic and sharp like fear If I sit still will they let me be? Another door revealed by sound, and as if released from paralysis I seem to wake up on the ground Beneath the tree, between the bugs cold and dark the lake lies still in front of me Was that a man I saw, behind that tree?
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09/24/09 11:09 AM
sui member Joined: 09/06/08 Location: the nether_lands Posts: 1,342	they are have been and will be here and only getting closer
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09/26/09 6:23 PM
sentient02970 member Joined: 11/27/07 Location: Vermont Posts: 333	Mithriel posted: cold and dark the lake lies still in front of me it's stunning how the dark silence/stillness creates a horror all its own. nice!
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09/27/09 6:39 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	At last. Your hands skin broken, knuckles bruised, caress my face with gentle strength. So here we are at last, my love, my friend. quiet, hurt but stronger still eyes lock eyes, skin comes to skin.
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09/27/09 1:06 PM
qe76 member Chris ~N~ Elizabeth Joined: 11/06/08 Location: My heart is in Scotland Posts: 1,782	Mithriel posted: So here we are at last, my love, my friend. quiet, hurt but stronger still Powerful and beautiful <3
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09/29/09 1:28 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	As I stumble, head over heels into this dark disgrace, this love I fear I learn to read the signs of the ever unforgiving madness in your eyes. Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/29/2009 01:28AM by Mithriel.
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10/01/09 2:34 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	It is so big, this mirror you are. My wings, spread, unfolded can easily fit in. I reveal myself conceal my hell and let you see the open, unabridged version of me. Mirror me, and this reflection is you, is yours, is soul set free.
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10/07/09 10:59 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	There's but one way to save me from this, that is: to dissapear into absolute nothingness. So cold and so forlorn, so hurt, -Yet another dark angel touched me- I am alone now, set free. He came to me, attracted by the light; this magical emergence of me, this freedom, love, honesty. Way to honest to be true Goodbye beloved soul I will always love you.
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10/07/09 4:07 PM
chrisgonzo member Elizabeth...my religion. Joined: 08/05/08 Location: scotland Posts: 2,322	Sweet, yet mournful..I like it.
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10/08/09 5:21 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Thanx :-)
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10/14/09 4:42 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	drops of blood trickle like tears; living sadness. it fades like stars in the early morning light.
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10/14/09 9:37 AM
sentient02970 member Joined: 11/27/07 Location: Vermont Posts: 333	blood as tears of "living sadness" wow, very cool
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10/20/09 11:00 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	When you tell me not to tell myself lies. Truth is I want you to love me as I love you truth is I want to hold you truth is I turn on my pillow to catch your scent in my sheets truth is I want to fall in love but I'm scared truth is I don't want to be scared anymore. truth is I don't want to kiss you, but I want you to want to kiss me truth is I need you, even though I say I don't. truth is I find you beautiful truth is I find you difficult to live with truth is I want you to fit into my picture. Truth hurts.
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10/23/09 1:32 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	When I open up; explore the depth within my depth, will that be the time to find this love within? Will I then be the me I secretly always have been? Silence rages on within me against the walls of this relentless fear; Will I see nothing or all? (edit: interpunction) Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/23/2009 01:35PM by Mithriel.
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10/23/09 2:16 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Dreams of the unforgiven. A street, dark and somewhat damp. My footstep echoes. On the corner sits a man, light catches him and his hat casts a shadow. My feet seem to walk on instinct alone. -shift- Sunlight streams into my eyes as its source rises over the mountains; metallic edges on everything. In the distance the sound of another battle commencing, my inner warrior wakes up, I strike, I kill. -shift- Hands drag me out of this cold, rank-smelling water. The old man laughs from under his hat "Kill boy, kill!", he whispers... I strike, I miss. His gentle hands cover my mouth "Hush, they're coming" I scream, we die.
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10/24/09 7:59 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	United nations? our food spiked with substances that are addictive, our animals treated like disposables. our water polluted with fluoride and sulfur, our bodies -overfed- fat and full of hormones that are not supposed to be there. our children in constant state of sugaraddiction and hyperactivity. our forests getting smaller by the minute, our seas full of mercury and lead. our minds -possessed- depressed. our world no longer a shelter. our governments not to rely on. our lives at stake. our choice to stand up and come to our senses.
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10/27/09 11:34 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Within. The darkness I experience comes from within. My self a core of cole, heavily leaded, polluted, stoned. The light I encounter comes from within. My self an image of God? lightly carried, wide-winged, granted. The anger I fear comes from within. My self a tornado of thoughts, highly condensed, enraged, bold. The hope I discover comes from within. My self a stronghold of knowledge, has been here for ages, wiser, old. Now that I'm here I would like to ask you, reader, to please leave a comment on what you read in this thread. In the past few weeks a lot is going on in my writers-mind and I feel the need for feedback. So please, feel free to say whatever you have to.
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10/27/09 6:34 PM
chrisgonzo member Elizabeth...my religion. Joined: 08/05/08 Location: scotland Posts: 2,322	I like the contrasts in this one, and the suggestion that the good and evil, joy and despair, is all inside us. We are the author of our own life.
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10/28/09 10:59 AM
qe76 member Chris ~N~ Elizabeth Joined: 11/06/08 Location: My heart is in Scotland Posts: 1,782	Mithriel posted: It is so big, this mirror you are. My wings, spread, unfolded can easily fit in. I reveal myself conceal my hell and let you see the open, unabridged version of me. Mirror me, and this reflection is you, is yours, is soul set free. I keep coming back to this one. Depending on my state of mind I get something different every time I read. That being said a mirror to me is about reflection. If you think about someone looking into a mirror there are the people who only see a body part at a time, then there are those who step back and can at least see themselves in whole. Then there are the few that can see beyond themselves. The mirror dose not only reflects but absorbs. And the image of self becomes a part of the greater. Sometimes being a part of something great one can lose oneself. Over all this poem says to me that there is observation in reflection.
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10/28/09 11:11 AM
qe76 member Chris ~N~ Elizabeth Joined: 11/06/08 Location: My heart is in Scotland Posts: 1,782	Mithriel posted: Within. The darkness I experience comes from within. My self a core of cole, heavily leaded, polluted, stoned. The light I encounter comes from within. My self an image of God? lightly carried, wide-winged, granted. The anger I fear comes from within. My self a tornado of thoughts, highly condensed, enraged, bold. The hope I discover comes from within. My self a stronghold of knowledge, has been here for ages, wiser, old. Now that I'm here I would like to ask you, reader, to please leave a comment on what you read in this thread. In the past few weeks a lot is going on in my writers-mind and I feel the need for feedback. So please, feel free to say whatever you have to. I picked out the lines that struck me most and this is how i read them, it's interesting : Within the darkness, I experience The light I encounter The anger I fear The hope "I" discover comes from within.
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10/31/09 11:01 AM
anew member Versions of Rilke Joined: 09/27/09 Location: Rockville%2C Md. Posts: 25	I like your writings... People Are like doors. Sweet believing anticipation. Love Evolves
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11/03/09 12:50 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	qe76 posted: I picked out the lines that struck me most and this is how i read them, it's interesting : Within the darkness, I experience The light I encounter The anger I fear The hope "I" discover comes from within. Wow. there is a hidden depth I did not write consciously and I was not aware of.. Good reading makes good poetry, not the writing itself :-) Thank you very much for your comment. It is a revelation. <3
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11/03/09 1:16 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	chrisgonzo posted: I like the contrasts in this one, and the suggestion that the good and evil, joy and despair, is all inside us. We are the author of our own life. so true. but it also makes you wonder what 'self' actually is.. Is it a social construct? An image of ones purest core? Sometimes my writing raises more questions within me than it answers. As I said to Liz, good writing is only validated through good readers :-) Maybe the one that writes cannot cover enough distance to his/her writing to be a good reader? Thank you for your comment. Love and Light!
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11/03/09 1:28 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	qe76 posted: If you think about someone looking into a mirror there are the people who only see a body part at a time, then there are those who step back and can at least see themselves in whole. Then there are the few that can see beyond themselves. It was in fact one of those situations where I was doing precisely that; looking beyond myself. The image of these enormous wings, the larger, stronger side of self. qe76 posted: The mirror dose not only reflects but absorbs. And the image of self becomes a part of the greater. that is what I was getting at, yes. (feels good that the poem actually reflects that intention ;-) ) Being aborbed into another dimension if you will.. qe76 posted: Sometimes being a part of something great one can lose oneself. We all tend to get somewhat lost when we can look beyond. Overwhelmed by the enormousness of creation with all it's dimensions, we discover that being our huge, omnipresent selfs is harder to accept than being our petty, earthly selves. qe76 posted: Over all this poem says to me that there is observation in reflection. Observation in reflection. I like that <3 xM
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11/03/09 1:32 PM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	anew posted: I like your writings... People Are like doors. Sweet believing anticipation. Love Evolves Reality is a dream defined. People are like doors you say, so true that sometimes is :-) Thank you for your comment on my writing. Memories are mirrors, Just as much as the mirror-friend I refer to in my poem You are a mirror Love is energy for growth. Bless the innocent for they do not know, but live in fearless anticipation. Let them grow and prosper. Love and Light, Mith
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11/06/09 4:50 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	This is my window of opportunity. This room, closet in the corner, a single light casts a shadow on the dark and polished glass, wherein my eyes look back at me, and beyond. That room, no closet but closed doors, a single light casts that same, familiar shade. In my reflection His hat covers my head His eyes look back Beyond me.
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11/06/09 7:59 AM
qe76 member Chris ~N~ Elizabeth Joined: 11/06/08 Location: My heart is in Scotland Posts: 1,782	Really enjoying your post. I seem to ba able to connect to your words in a place in my soul few can reach. <3
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11/07/09 11:33 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Liz, thank you. <3
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11/10/09 10:18 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	Silence lingers like the slowly fading light of yet another day. The streets get rumourous again cartwheels and cobbles, horses and gentleman; all rush home, innocent, unaware. How they will scare when night falls; glimmer of fangs, these unforgiving eyes, my hands still cold but not for long Hunger.
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11/11/09 10:46 AM
Mithriel member Joined: 09/22/09 Location: Holland Posts: 70	When you surrender to these hands, heaven will fall and the moon will rise. This, the enormous secret of our love, and of the one that came, but had no right. Brother, you who knows me best, the light we spread is sun and moon together. The ways you love your sister father can never accept and mother cries. Then, a sudden echo of her gentle sobs; tiny, redhead wonderchild cries to the world for the very first time, This is how it was, and this will one day be again.
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