A Quest

(I swear I'll get better at this happy poetry business.)

Time Mage,
Can you rewind-
To that state of mind?
That place in time,
Taste of cilantro and lime,

Can I rub your nose?
Give you that rose?
Tenderly hold-
You in a room so cold?

Or can you pass through...
Time, with a "Hastega!" or two?
Till I see you again?
... or just skip to 5th gen. ;)

But when we get to that place,
Where my hand's on your face,
Can you make time go slow?
And make us fly with "Aero!" ?

Being with you; it's like a luxury ball,
My happiness stat cannot falter or fall,
Like a max revive; I just know I can't lose,
If I had a choice- it's you I'd choose.

Thoughts of You- By Me

(I finally had an inspiration big enough to create a poem eponymous to my blog.)

A poet's mind and heart do speak-
Of trodden souls with mindset bleak,
Of tender pangs upon my heart,
Embracing all, and from all part,

What does a poet have to say-
When life's no longer disarray?
When heartstrings lose their innate pain?
In place of love as soft as rain...

I may just have to sacrifice,
A bit of wit- and thoughts of vice,
A cynical and downcast view,
And change my thoughts to thoughts of you,

Thoughts of you- thoughts by me,
A love I want the world to see,
A feeling never felt before,
No mix of woe, just old grandeur,

So this is where the magic lies,
Encompassed in your deep brown eyes,
Encompassed in a mind so grand,
Resounding in a gentle hand,

This poem's a start; I promise more,
To write of the one I so adore,
To write with passion swift and bold,
For your soul of silver and heart of gold.

For You

Anxious- simply,
To see you,
Why-
Avoid you?
Can I...
destroy you?
Or rather
kiss you?
Perhaps,
just miss you,
At last,
just feel you,
Still breath...
what are you?
Black Death...
defines you...
Just let,
me love you,
Unrequited,
I'll hear you,
and lie,
right to you,
Outright,
to hold you,
I might,
just help you...


and help me,
too...

Villanelle

(I finally wrote another villanelle! <3 Dem's tricky)

You get me like a shotgun kiss,
So take me, thrill me, if you dare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

My cemetery invokes such bliss,
And the feel of stone just can't compare,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

You tempting poison- you're what I miss,
I tried to get you at the fair,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

We could be surface liars, this-
We would make a fearsome pair,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

A gentle whisper; sensuous hiss,
Just makes the feeling rich and rare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

So cast me down to the abyss,
Drown me now- I want my share,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous....

An Analysis of Hypocrisy (school love poem #4)

Today there's rain,
Made me all the more vain,
Anxiety instilling an insane,
Urge to see you again,

I know that you're here,
Just down the stairs- so near,
But I thoroughly fear,
That you might jest and jeer,

You'll be gone when I'm done,
Leave this place with the sun,
So then surely, thanks a ton,
This was magic, this was fun,

Then when I see that you're gone,
It tells me to move on,
Won't be used as your pawn,
...then thoughts repel by next dawn,

So I'll see you in a while,
Two days 'till your next smile,
Leave these feelings in a pile,
That's just me- it's just my style.

A Plea- A False One (school love poem #3)

Stop being right,
Stop giving clues,
Stop exposing my plight,
Stop picking up cues,

Don't talk about love,
Don't talk about life,
Don't try to shove,
Don't aid in my strife,

How can I accuse you?
For none of these you've done...
I wish half of this was true,
And I wish you were the one...

Our Brief Encounter, and My Thoughts (school love poem #2)

It was an aside,
My undaunting luresome loathsome loving lied,
To show that we've cried,
To show elixirs I've tried,
To bring you to my side,

I see you've grown old,
But much more than the morbid marring matted to mold,
All the stories you've told,
Succumb to the fold,
My thought- you, to hold,

You're what I can't reach,
What a tempting torpid treacherous thing to teach,
I guess I beseech,
Your alluring soft speech,
Lends a hand to each,

And still I want you,
Please pray my passing prayers provoke pursue,
But we'd never be true,
Misted in your eyes of blue,
Still letting yearning accrue...

For now ;)

School Love Poems

(the next few a series of brief poems I've been writing in class)

A passing glance,
Is not romance,
A tender smile,
Is not worthwhile,
A playful shove,
Is not of love,
A place to vent,
Is not God-sent,

But still I walk,
And persue, and stalk,
To cross your path,
My sweet empath,

Just a foolish antic,
Of a hopeless romantic...