old poems

I wrote some poems a couple of years ago when I was student. I just found them while cleaning out my room and they reminded me of some of the things I held very dear to my own. I'd like to share them because I am happy about who I was then, and how I am different now and still happy with who I am.


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Raven feather -- darkness

Fruit of my desire, ripe on thorny bow--
a calf bud blooms a bull, and
restless petals spring--: aromatic sneeze,
jealous limb's splinter, and thorn's torn
newborn flesh; where the brambles sillion--
weeps glares to dance on frozen dew.

No intent to rest in lofty branches,
the letting horn-- is declined,
and raven-ous sundown beasts catch the eye--
in-vain, too many have come for...
darkness descending upon rindless perch
to sow slow scabby sleep-- reborn
fruit of my desire, woven another


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conse-creation

Even now monuments cradle in arms
Looking back with dancing teared eyes
Praying for roots to behold their heart--beat
Surging the distance between sighs


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Bon mot on 'Of dreams and nightmares'

How I wish I could tell you
How I wish I could share

Nothing is farther from happening
Yet nothing is closer to the truth

If only you would listen
If only you could see

The love that I have for you
The love that I feel which consumes me

The truth is I would sacrifice everything...
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All at once, and day to day
Unfathomable will

Reverberation in the darkness
A coin into a reflecting well

Volume in acquiescence
Pang singularity

Imperceptible ripple in wake
Reduces relentless shores to shoals

Skeleton of a lean tide
Bids all beauty must die


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Carnival of the Eclipse--Truth of the Djinni

Step right up, five rams admittance
Wager for fortune or penance
As a player upon the stage
Submits will to uncertain gauge
But wear victory from the start
For predestined, chance has no part
And to the victor goes the spoil
Yet, know fates insidious toil
Bargain for a fool--Midas' sin
Wax jester's mischievous grin
'Cause legends are not for them-self
They place ambition on the shelf
What they become symbolically
Is determined through you and me
Now make one wish and come prepared
Djinn's truth cannot be unshared


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The Garden Gates--

Countless summers past harmony
Resides a land alive as we
By majics art or discipline
Within this place life did begin
What queue or cradle none could find
Nor manifest sentient mind
Yet mimicries seeming discord
Struck--eerie in abstract accord
For flower and fauna's wild aspect
Calidin evinced fond respect
Alas he did, what too few knew
Fleeting manifold--a charmed stew
Where few justify stray intent
Ignorant child's presentiment
Guards Legadan's low garden gate
Truth, honor--understanding fate


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Before the Great Loss, but after the Dreamer Wars; there was a period of strife that the Dream Strike was no ally friend-to-friend, and could only be met, hand-to-hand, by the legendary blades of elemental power: this period of time is known as the Nightmare Wars. The blades consisted of four; one for each focus, which was: The Serpent's Venom, the Destroyer, the Protector, and the Dreamer's Blight, The insightful blade, Dreamer's Blight, was forged, each in part by K'k'at, Ibioc, and the Alliance ruler Kal'Arakos; along with several others. It came to pass that the blades were distributed to the most worthy dreamers--one of which possessed the Dreamer's Blight, and their name was Jera: a peaceful guardian of the Alliance of the Eclipse. Learning of the blades revealed that, they were the only method to fight back the Tehthua, and more, that, the combination of all four was the only way to strike it down. Upon learning this, Kal'Arakos had since--since the forging of the blade--sworn to peace, and decided to stop the creation of the One blade. Kal'Arakos secretly collected all four blades and dismantled them; separating them each into four pieces: the blade, the hilt, the pommel, and the scabbard. All pieces were then hidden, for if the blades were truly destroyed, the release of power would be so great that the very fabric of the city would be torn open.

Kaorennor's Rest--the omniscient stopgap

Alight of Kaorennor ahead misty stoop
A delight for both master and stead
Planted Jera's pious apple seed
Where sentinels stone thrones wore weathered moss rock
Two ancient chairs-- share weary pilgrim's waking breath
Upon pair of grassy knolls-- all see
Horizon's hinge, din dawn majesty
Fore at Jera often set, to care after--
As minion of, and for thereafter
Rewards Kaorennor's steadfast canter
Consecrate lambent glen and bog-down thicket
Beloved waif dubbed lady of the white wood
Peaceful guardian of Alliance
Cedes worthy companion's compliance


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