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Simply the poetry of a girl who sees the world as it is; breathtakingly beautiful, hideously ugly, gentle, cruel and mysterious all at the same time. I blame my muse for every single word. Please, do leave a comment. Also see the notes at the bottom.

That song
That song you sing.
What is it?
Did you do it yourself?
It's so beautiful.
Can you teach it to me?
My mind lives in fantasy
and is in need of company.
Please continue singing.
You stole my heart with that song.
Lullaby
Little, sleep now
Little, go now
Go to another world
travel to a world of dreams
dreams that once were lost
Sweet dreams, delightful
full of happiness and joy
No more tears
tears that you cried
Go now and sleep
rest in beauty and peace
Farewell, my beloved child
Dragon's daughter
Wings, claws and scaly skin.
But the body of a human,
the mind of a human
and the heart of a dragon.
No one wants to know her.
No one wishes to love her.
No, they do not even want
to see her.
She is alone.
A dragon's daughter.
Fate of the last unicorn
Once she was beautiful
full of life and joy
Once she was with her friends
all gathered in the field to play
Now all that is lost
The memory of her galloping
through the forest to me
her soft muzzle touching my hand
is all that will remain
Her clear white horn would shine in the night
like a star in the sky
But they have all died
in the hands of humans
and she is the last one
my beloved companion
Only moments from now
she will lie down on the ground
close her eyes, sigh, and simply
fade away
For that is the fate
of the last unicorn
Lilting Lavender
Learn,
lovelorn lady
letters lie
lonely, longing
lady Luck
Laugh lowly
lunatic lover
lightning-like lust
leaves legs lazy
Lean lightly
little lady
list lies loudly
Untitled
Hush, child
listen to the winds
and the stories they tell
Hush, sit still
so you'll hear the whispers
of olden spirits
Silently now
look up at the stars
to make just one wish
Untitled
Fall down
under the calm black surface
these depths
tell stories we
never wanted to hear
screaming out loud to
cover the words
drowning under waves of
unadulterated guilt
gasping for breath
we dissolve
A cold winter breeze
brushing my cheeks
whispering beautiful songs in my ears
playing with the white locks
of my frosty hair
My pale blue skin
glows faintly in the night
Snowflakes drifting
down for my delight
small, delicate fairy wings
fluttering as they come
I raise my head toward the skies
smiling to the stars
My heart sings and I rejoice
for it is winter again
And I am the Lady Wintertime
- 11.01.2004
Endless nights
Seven times of the letter D
mark the paths of your life
seven beings of immortality
endlessly, tirelessly
wander through infinity
Without them
there would be only emptiness
endless nights
Dream your way to Destruction
Desire everything you see
Despair when Death finally comes for you
But know that your life
lived in Delirium
raised a smile to Destiny's lips
- 02.03.2004
Memory
In the break of dawn
silent whispers
and soundless steps
echo in my memory
My eyes flutter shut
I feel cold, numb
my limbs I can barely move
Flashes of red
fire through my mind
I am bewitched
To stay here forever
my love, that is my only wish
to stay here forever
beneath this icy white blanket
Just to remember
what it was like
to be with you
- 24.05.2004
Nightside of Eden
There is a place
where no light shines
where the creatures of the dark gather
and a good deed of any kind
is considered a crime to punish with death
There is a place
below and above
and all around us
inside, outside
everywhere
A place called
nightside of Eden
- 15.07.2004
Black dreams
Scarlet butterflies
and birds coloured raven black
flying towards the horizon
that shines a deep, angry purple
Skeleton dancers
under a pale white moon
painting a brilliant, terrifying dream
spreading their wings of a bat
with fairylike grace
too beautiful to watch
A play of the darkest night
is here before your eyes
horrified and blinding
Blinding with the scarlet butterflies
of your own blood
- 15.07.2004
Dancer in the dark
Here
in my own little place
I move gracefully
without a sound
a joy in my steps
To this music
that echoes in my mind
I dance
with no worry
of tomorrow
I see nothing
but the stars
so does this make me
a dancer in the dark?
- 16.08.2004
Deepest wish
Had I a fairy godmother
who could grant me
my one deepest wish
I would not ask
for money and riches
I would not have myself
all the insignificant little things
I've always wanted
I would not plead her
to make you fall in love with me
No, such things I cannot do
I only would wish
for whatever makes you happy
- 30.08.2004
Seasons of life
Time passes by
day after day
from my window I see
the leaves turning gold
and I know
autumn is coming.
Silently I wonder
will there be a day
sometime in this world
when I can awake
curled up in your arms
and you would be my spring
in my life of eternal winter.
Perhaps some day
you would bring me summer
and you would be my gentle sun
shining down on me.
- 24.09.2004
Sleeping beauty
Amidst the clouds
we lie
hand in hand
Your sleeping face
so beautiful in rest
is filling my head
my entire vision
and I'm bewildered
awed beyond my comprehension
how such an angelic creature
came to be mine
This sleeping beauty
here beside me
on this golden morning
- 11.10.2004
Stay
Standing on the edge
you hold on to your life
between anxious gasps
desperately trying to solve
what is it that keeps you alive
You know of pain
of suffering
everything around you
seems to crumble
and you take a faltering step
Don't go there!
Someone pleads you
not to go down that path
You don't want to be there
at the end of that road
Don't enter that abyss
save it for when it's your time
to see the face
of Death in the darkness
- 23.10.2004
Illusion of belonging
Moments flashing by
in rapid moves
bare white arms and legs
and intoxicating, sweet smells
I'm lost in this moment
swept into
a fragile illusion
of us, you and me
together
in what seems to be
yesterday
or centuries ago
no, wait
what is this
it wasn't meant to be that way
You belong in the distant past
while I...
I
am
trapped
in between- 01.11.2004
There's a fire inside my head
I can't extinguish
say, what do you know
about heaven and hell and the universe
Is that flower there burning?
I think I might've seen
a tree come to life
right before my eyes
springing from the ground
growing, growing, growing
reaching for the skies
Is it you I feel
all around me
breathing, laughing, screaming
whispering secrets into my ears?
Where's the lamb
the innocent little thing
watch out, there's a wolf
don't you see
it's right there in front of me
I know what this is
I'm going insane
give me just a moment
and then I'll be no more
- 08.02.2005
Call of the night
Feeling the wind
gently caress my face
I surrender to the fading light
plunge into the darkness
of my own soul
And singing to the moon
I'm once again stripped
of all restraints
on my fierce, wild heart
I'm free to run
to answer the call of the night
- 27.05.2005
Blue-eyed enigma
Gazes touch
for a fleeting moment
but I can't read you
and I have no choice
but to escape
Eyes of a deep, dark blue
that I could drown in
if I just had the courage
to look at you and hold
your eyes locked into mine
Say something, anything
to make me understand you
such a contradicting personality
I wonder who you really are
behind those glasses and the joke-maker's mask
I want to know you
to laugh with you
cry with you
stay with you and hold you
Guess I'm starting to love you
- 12.06.2005
Soft rain
See with your eyes
the beauty of the world
let the sun blind you and howl to the moon
even though all things
must once crumble
naught is forever lost
Meet me under the stars
in the endless garden
where soft rain falls
I'll make a vow
right here and now
to never give up
and I shall join the celestial dance
Through the water
I see a million worlds
and every single drop
is an untaken possibility
Come outside
spread your arms like wings
and spin 'till everything is one
blurred together in this soft rain
and laugh
like you never have before
because when the rain falls
softly, melodiously
dreams are right within your grasp
- 28.06.2005
Coal black wings
Yearning to the sky
my soul burns with this desire
to fly high, higher
be free like never before
- but these wings of mine
coal black, torn and ugly
caked with dirt and blood
can't carry me
weak, powerless
against the winds that blow
they are only bitter irony
these coal black wings
meant to be bright and pure
- 29.06.2005
Sunburn
Crimson gold glow of the sky
painted inside my eyelids
even as I escape the world
with a weary sigh on my lips
Today my skin
is tender after the lick of flames
and my smile
strained false pained
Your voice
is like the most beautiful music
in a way that can't be understood
giving me life and robbing me of it
And if you don't know
what you do to me
and if my voice does not make your heart beat
I still wish to listen
Sun has died again today
but my burned skin will not heal
before it beats down on me again
in all its terrifying cruel glory
- 16.07.2005
Grip of terror
Ripped down my defenses
completely
I can't even see you
trespassing
on the land of my dreams
without trembling
in fear
so many years after
- 07.08.2005
Tormented; unlearn
Nails upon soft skin
taste of iron in your mouth
hands lined with faint traces of scars
phantom words stabbing your chest
the walls that crumbled
a long time ago
standing under a cascade
of scalding hot water
to wash it all away
- 07.08.2005
Child
Red hair
like the colour
of a wild one's fur
love tattooed
on her left shoulder
to say "I'm still standing"
collared
black velvet and a golden bell
she owns herself
look into blue-green eyes
and tell me
what you see
- 07.08.2005
Destination
Burned my eyes with tears
opening the window to freedom
I fall and watch the flow
- 07.08.2005
Muted
My voice was taken away
so I could not speak
and it was a conscious choice
Yet my heart breaks every time
I raise my head to sing
only to discover
there are no words for me.
And I hear the sounds of nature
with more meaning
than ever before
they are my song now
the world sings my melody
I compose the music of my life
with my tears and poems and love
hoping that one day
I shall be given my voice back
so I can sing my music out loud
and never fear living again
- 20.08.2005
Renaissance of one
Come meet me
on the night of my second birth
when I leave everything behind
and become whole again
for it is you
who has made this possible
awakening my strength
from its long fitful sleep
When the last summer sunset
paints the sky with colours
I shall take the final step
towards a new beginning
- 21.08.2005
Believer of hope
Butterfly soar on the sky
delicate wings ripped by the wind
go home where you belong
into the fields of grass and bloom
Burned by the flame or
killed by a hand
this beauty never dies
and only sometimes possible to understand
Flutter shut your eyes and sigh
make a difference
open your heart, open your mind
let not the light fade from your smile
Impossible things come with a cost
every magic some day weakens
reality's cruel claws will not let you fly
but don't give up and always dream
- 02.09.2005
Crystalline
I'm like an object
made of glass
sitting on your windowsill
fragile, yet strong
see-through
but complex
look inside me
and see a land of possibilities
let me open your eyes
for I show
the hidden rainbow
that resides within everything
- 12.09.2005
White in D minor
Breathe on frosty glass
under fingertips
blue with cold
life force drying out
with every single sigh
the last winter is here
north wind
sings a melody
meant for the weary and wistful
telling of days
gone long ago
and of rare sheltered nights
lying down
on a bed of hay and dried leaves
closing tired eyes
listening
to the very last notes
of a hammering heart
slowly
fading
away
- 12.09.2005
Emotion/masoch
Such a bittersweet pain
beating inside my chest
I feel it
under the palm of my hand
blood still flows
from the ragged-edged wound
pulsing in rhythm with my heart
so no amount of tears
can erase these stains
I know but I cannot change.
- 18.09.2005
Heretic
Holding the keys to heaven
a heavy burden
on frail shoulders
he searches for his destiny
a road to be followed
to have a meaning
even the most devoted servant
can turn against his lord
when chased too far
- 19.09.2005
Desire awakened
Silently prowling
in the recesses of my mind
undeniable temptation
the colour of cherries
creeping up
leisurely humiliating
taste of your skin
faintly reminiscent of fresh plums
lingering on my lips
whether this is right or wrong
insignificant
I step into sensuality
- 20.09.2005
Dawn/ing of spirit/
A young morning
stretches its wings
and sings into misty rain
hope that once was lost
has been found again
trickling from a tiny fountain
smiling to the sun
born from the ocean in flames
we rise to face ourselves
- 21.09.2005
Solidarity abound
Dividing the world
into classes
good and evil
black and white
us and everyone
else
when in truth
we are all grey
with multi-coloured hearts
what
are you thinking?
- 22.09.2005
Treasure
Shy mouth
curving in
the faintest of smiles
that begins to spread
until eyes not only
twinkle
but shine with laughter
rare sight
a touch of happiness
- 23.09.2005
Remorse
Strings broken
snapped forcefully
porcelain face stained
crying thick crimson tears
doll's lifeless dream lifted
oblivion never before such sweet state
bliss without emotion
- 03.10.2005
Sky chaser
Earth-bound
silenced dreams
await any chance
Can we reach faraway suns?
Star gazer's
lonesome eyes
pierce through parallels
longing answers behind infinity
- 08.10.2005
Between
Am I a freak to your eyes
when I can't decide
--more than anything else
only confused and lost
in the face of requirement--
is it really
that important
knowing one's place in
the biology of this system
Applying social pressure
on those who differ
masses suffocate the hesitant
What does it really matter
--is it so hard to understand?
I am neither Adam nor Eve.
- 25.10.2005
Vertigo
Like a ropedancer
afraid of heights
standing frozen in darkness
s h i v e r i n g
simply waiting to lose
the frail balance
and through the spotlight
fall
down
finally s h a t t e r .- 08.11.2005
Inconsistency
Curse my restless
fickle heart
it knows not
how to stay unattached
casting searching rays
even as struggling
to heal yesterday's wounds
The need to fall
from flight only begun
forcing to break a vow
made to protect myself.
- 19.11.2005
Condemned
Unseeing marble eyes
staring into nothingness
You're so silent, dollface
why don't you talk to me?
My hands are painted
the most lovely shade of crimson
And I weep for us
the unspoken beauty between our souls
Why did you have to say
what you did, so coldly?
If not for you
we would still be alive tomorrow
- 24.11.2005
Hollow piety
Abiding by the ten commandments
without question
taking on whatever the Bible
and the Father say
with no thoughts of your own
no moment's hesitation
You blindly follow a God
believe in Him
even though you never found
a Lord for yourself
only walking in the footsteps
of those before you
never stopping to listen to your heart
- 24.11.2005
The silent muse
Morpheus (my master)
painter of fantasies
let me stand under your wing
teach me everything of sleep's (lethal) might
and hold open the door
that leads me astray
Morpheus (my saviour)
soother of souls
allow me tears in your kingdom
sing me lullabies of old (forgotten) times
and provide the shaky support
that bruises my palms
Morpheus (my love)
weaver of dreams
take me into your dark embrace
show me lands of unknown (savage) beauty
and grant the fragile visions
that preserve my (in)sanity
- 25.11.2005
Prayer to the Mother
Gaia, sacred mother of Earth
hear my song
borne of soil and wind
shaped by fire
smoothed by water
come to me in a dream
Twining together
with branches of trees
breathing in perfect harmony
with the restless land itself
I sing my praise to you
- 27.11.2005
Rapture
Tender hands
and loving eyes
kisses on the temple,
so soft
You have given me wings,
my darling
with you I feel so light
I can finally fly
- 29.12.2005
Tear your way out
demon child, abomination
like your maker tore his way in
betraying naïve trust
wounded beyond repair
and left
Out with you, get out
rip me open with claws and teeth
make your first kill, son of a blood-stained man
This hatred knows no limits
my womb might be forever defiled but
you cannot be allowed to born.
- 11.01.2006
Untitled
Do you see the faeries dance?
Twirling around streetlamps
like fireflies
creating ripples in the ocean
laughing as they chase each other
innocence
in its purest form
as two play hand in hand
until morning comes
and it's time to sleep again
in the warm embrace of a beloved friend
- 11.01.2006
Metamorphosis
On my way
to that distant goal called perfection
my eyes were met with a most curious sight
Leaping in a little circle
around and around, step by step
were five children
careless in their merriment
each with small imperfections
that grated my eyes
one had freckles, the other a crooked nose
two were sickly and pale
and one, it seemed, was completely blind
and I wondered
how they could look so happy
when their bodies were so flawed
and I felt pity
But then the blind one turned to me, smiling
reached out her tiny hand
and pulled me into their game
making me forget everything I understood - 17.01.2006 Sunbairn Shine, star child, shine keep dreaming run free in the morning mist and find - 22.01.2006 Path of an outlaw Cold; separated; She ran away from home; Slender fingers rise; Outlaw and wanted; to the skull and crossbones - 26.01.2006 A bard's torment Line after line the dark blue ink nails bitten if I was pale yesterday of knowing too many truths - 30.01.2006 In Time's Eye; Retold Thrown apart by the universe and was compelled to witness how they tried again and again and as I recalled a flickering memory free these modern Altair and Vega So on this cold night of winter's dark - 02.02.2006 Tempest Cut before blooming morning dew still fresh yet its thorns pricked and a mesmerising scent who let his garden grow wild - 07.02.2006 An ocean beckons She journeyed to a cliff A young girl clad in white Stayed until nightfall - 15.02.2006 Step into magic Tempting, the swirling surface calls confused in a transformed body she hesitates, needing to turn and with cool, gently caressing fingers - 16.02.2006 Maze (Imprisonment) Living in the midst on her, observing every move carried out artfully wearing all those faces, she is lost - 26.02.2006 Untitled Smile freely, beloved baby - 02.03.2006 Lamentation (of a lost love) So where was my fair maiden In the arms of another Alas, I ought to have known So where is my fair maiden now - 09.03.2006 Aurora - 14.03.2006 Apollo's child Drip I drink up the water words hum sighing murmurs - 15.03.2006 Archaic melodies Sing, chant low unto me unite our souls, our minds We once have been made keepers the destiny of my people, my heritage To heal, to mend wounds of old and lo, I have seen everything Soft tresses of raven hair with eyes surrounded by wrinkles etched deep Come with me, step to the unknown and so in the symphony halls of life - 17.03.2006 Ambrosia Delicate and yielding stroking gently, melting - 19.03.2006 Untitled Rain, With you bring your brother Soon we will set out - 21.03.2006 Play pretend (In the Court of Kings) Behind cloth doors from sand and pine needles our finest meals we live like child kings - 31.03.2006 Portrait of a muse Her eyes, like deep pools of water She is a part of me And I write out my heart - 03.04.2006 Intricate lies She, a woman with white wings As she smiles Look at the ethereal beauty By loving her, you have fallen - 25.04.2006 Entity Thy name is Phoenix Enticing me With water, trees, song of birds - 04.05.2006 Shatter Witless dreamer these nonsense feelings ashen face raised for a mindless spinning eternity so take back convinced happily ever after is just another lie - 17.05.2006 Untitled Green, the misty meadow now swept away I cry these tears yet my love together - 21.05.2006 Peter Pan syndrome Hurried glance to the mirror stroking a long finger it's a dreadful day - 12.06.2006 Path Wounds, only come up with - 19.06.2006 Kaleidoscope I did not mean to cry in these abandoned halls echoing still life and while you dance, I take your hand - 13.07.2006 Untitled Touch of blue and I long - 17.07.2006 Untitled Pelted by rain - 25.08.2006 Untitled Waking from deep slumber - 27.09.2006 Untitled Declarations of love, or - 27.09.2006 Untitled Were I to gift you with a necklace dreaming - 07.10.2006 Torn Black petals the high of fever Roses, wilting away by each moment this is our last farewell - 20.11.2006 Untitled Eyes glazed over An ill-fated bride ready for - 21.11.2006 Lost Reaching out stumbling, losing balance shuddering breaths - 23.11.2006 Breaking point There are Two hands, reaching - 08.12.2006 Shirahime-syo I rest my head upon the world - 20.12.2006 Dancing on the soft sand Listening to the waves - 09.01.2007 Windswept The wind has gone crazy The wind has gone crazy The wind has gone crazy - 09.01.2007 Moments (like this) Little sighs - 18.01.2007 Tribe Be not afraid, Our ties to this land Coursing through royal veins - 20.01.2007 Comfort Holding you - 25.01.2007 Bleed You're beautiful Oh please let me be free My hollow heart and inside my head I cry and scream - 29.01.2007 Untitled Blues of the forests - 02.02.2007 Monologue Minding my - 31.03.2007 Lover Lavish me with touches - 01.04.2007 Moon haiku The moon stares at me - 03.04.2007 Sin Shivering in fear - 05.04.2007 Virtuoso His musical talent? Yes, with no equal - 07.04.2007 Songbird Softly, she whispers - 07.04.2007 Sun haiku Shining upon us - 14.04.2007 Retribution Gun in shaky hand - 16.04.2007 Nostalgia I have a love for - 16.04.2007 Untitled Birds they flew back north - 17.04.2007 Carpe diem Oh, good riddance - 20.04.2007 Untitled Fluttering by on - 22.04.2007 Verse of longing Come hither. See; it is a lovely day Honeyed whispers my pleading lips to balm; thou beauteous bird of mine, my dearest A flower, born of desire, each petal - 21.05.2007 Untitled Years ago, in a dreamland - 25.07.2007 Untitled Look down at - 06.08.2007 Ode to apathy Sit still Outside, the sky Tired eyes close Falling back - 17.08.2007 Utopia Once there was an urge There is a fascination Something fragile As I sit still - 31.08.2007 Ruska Around me, leaves fall The summer of my dreams It cuts open my palms - 01.10.2007 End note Puzzle pieces scattered Covered in rags but so proud - 29.10.2007 Release Cast away the shackles that bound Look here, tell me Tell me can I Whisper with me - 16.12.2007 Trick The truth - 29.12.2007 Burn a hole in the floor - 10.01.2008 Untitled Am I some kind of monster, now? - 14.01.2008 My cabaret For this macabre play So my weak hands tremble, fall - 15.01.2008 Eve of the Winter Ball My soul alight with possibility As winds whisper sweet nothings in my ears Did anyone ever see your brilliant smile? Call irony, or whatever you wish - 21.01.2008 Imperfection Alas, a love poet I am not - 21.01.2008 Untitled Dawn - 22.01.2008 Dawn at the Fae Court As morning dew so quietly gathered While others broke, giggling, into a run For one brief moment, held in gaze so stern - 23.01.2008 Follow the leader On the crowded, lonely alleyways Sell your soul for a copper penny!-- So the children are content to stare In another place Here, hours crawl by - 09.02.2008 Untitled Lost little lamb Shiver beneath Even if you run go on alone? - 04.03.2008 Feathered, I Mockingbird, mockingbird - 23.05.2008 Feathered, II Take a leaf from my book - 20.06.2008 Of Myth Regale us with tales Had we in our battle-wearied hearts In mortal, bound bodies Come, come, this path shall take death, resurrection, only to perish This sight a kind of beauty - 24.06.2008 Pedestrian Crossing She sits there Like clockwork Curiously Beside her Then she shifts her cane - 16.07.2008 Rhyming bone I think I've misplaced - 17.07.2008 Shedding scales Sprays from the waves - 17.07.2008 - Those with underlined titles have been featured on the Main Street.
of disappointment
giving me peace
with that one little gesture
as something simply clicked
brightly, with abandon
live life to its fullest
keep believing
there are only so many griefs in this world
to your heart's desire
dance among the waves of that ocean
there is a promise
reach out with graceful hands
what you search
to enter eternity
a girl's frosty breath lingers
drawn out in a sigh
just as eyes longingly caress
the curves of a lithe body
in loving strokes
window might as well be
a brick wall with barbed wire
such agony
that rips open her heart
as tear blur a vision already upset
the stereotypical foolish young woman
leaving everything
for the sake of a heated gaze
and a smile from divine lips
still all for nothing
touching angry red scars
strewn over a once beautiful face
she remembers the ship
and the vow of loyalty
only thing left of her honour
what she has become
for these few moments
of day-dreaming flavoured bitter
and she bids farewell to the unknowing
as her steps take her back
etched deep into her restless soul
with no meaning
fancy words forming empty phrases
staining my fingertips
takes on a purple hue
down to the roots
and ripped away
then today I am dying
and my eyes alight with a manic glow
I saw these two lovebirds
struggling to be together
from my prison
in the centre of time
to cross the bridge across the stars
only to be foiled
my heart covered in eternal ice melted
--I had to meddle in the gods' affairs
from their cycle of despair
and let them meet in my realm
I am warmed by the sight of lovers
holding each other tight
the fragile bud seems to cry
anguished tears
on silky soft pedals
glistening gently
and drew blood
when picked up from the ground
enchanted the gardener
kneeling down in the grove
facing the sea
where the white foams crashed down
upon the rocky shores
creating music only she could hear
barefoot and wide-eyed with wonder
she danced in joy of living
chased the rays of the sun
playing in her flaxen hair
singing out her heart
and never knew any better
until the creeping darkness
took her away with the waves
to leave behind everything familiar
that should have been where the child belongs
the changeling grips tight
a loyal toy companion
but step by step it's clear
she must be with her true kin
the water draws the child in through the bedroom mirror
until she disappears without a second glance back
of an array of masks
for protection against all those eyes
Each façade different
yet perfectly mastered and
Her skin is warm and radiates like the sun
but cold to the touch for
Looking in the mirror on the morrow
the poor young dame does not recognise herself
Feel no shame
for being what you are
Give me in your twinkling eyes
bubbling laughter
the courage to wake to yet another tomorrow
and never forget where we were
when I came home
from the battle field
tattered and torn, but victorious
entwined around her new lover
she lay in my cherry garden
a most radiant smile on her face
she would one day stray from me
after all, she is like a bird
needing to stay free
I do not know
but my heart will follow her
to the very end of this earth
Birds sing
hear
the joyous serenade
echoing in
the treetops
wake
sad girl
with eyes puffy
and red-rimmed
hiding beneath the blanket
taste the world
on your tongue
smell the rain
in clear morning air
reach out and touch the sun
wake
mundane princess
fallen into deep slumber
of unspeakable hurt
and too many broken promises
rise up
drawing inner light around you
as a protective curtain
burn the memories in candle flames
but never hide the curving signs
the heady flow of
onomatopoeia
running through my veins
between conjoined fingers
over the rustling of leaves
this is the life
the ancient verses that are to be
so this bond we share refuge finds
of promises, of still sleepers
daughter of Odin meant to become a sage
I must be the one to remember the stories told
on my long journeys, vagabond wandering
frame this pale face fair
that many a time did weep
where many a future shall be shown
my words linger, they shall thrive
you plunge into this sweet delight
nip at the edges
you tease
tasting
the savoury chocolate
in my kiss
soak the earth
nurture the children of spring
with your gentle caresses
let us turn our faces to the sky
and be loved by you
the wind
that chases away the cold
and bitter memories
playing with our hair, the innocent culprit
to taste the newborn life
in trees and in the buds covering the ground
treasuring each moment
and dancing to the tones of the spinning wheel
barred windows
our palaces are built
small stones and sea shells
shards of painted glass
served in many courses
of weed and grass and a dash of rice
in this village filled with ghosts
of our families long gone
opalescent and ever-shifting
gaze at me with such arrogant pride
her lips curled in a knowing smirk
posture radiating all that which I am not
yet entirely someone else
and when she whispers
words, thoughts, fates of the human race
I do not know who we are
under her watchful, curious guard
long golden wisps of hair
hiding us behind their curtain
in so doing, uniting us as one
born from passion in the tree grove
faces the world with laughter and
black hands stained by coal
--perhaps darker things
her eyes are innocent, like those of a child
but the quill in the grasp
of those frail-boned fingers draw
images from the deepest caverns of the human mind
of that face, a cheek stained with the green of grass
but spitting a toad
whenever she speaks
her charade is lifted, and her eyes glow red
as the clouds whiz past in the azure sky
the three constants become entwined
until not a soul can speak without weeping
and the elements fall asleep
the Lady risen from ashes
passion met power
thou art a demon of light incarnate
thy name on my lips, Aphrodite
thou art my goddess
of love and lust
I was borne by thee
thou art the parent who buries her children
and forever thy name is Gaia
hung up on
empty promises,
old echoes of love
towards a threatening sky
there is no sunshine, love
not while you are gone
the beautiful words
a frightened soul needs to run away
and forget all she had
I will no longer travel these paths
drowning in you
by a torrent of emotions
melancholy, resignation, serenity
for a beauty that was, that is no more
destined to fade to a simple memory
will never die
and we walk forward
glimpse lifeless brown eyes
hollow, frail cheeks
along the surface
dipping a tired head
to rest on cool glass
fastening the belt
around a far too skinny waist
a girl snuffs out the flame
before it's too late
deep wounds from the stars
to reach out a hand
for Venus, Jupiter,
Andromeda
naught but scars
This is how you chase
a dream;
by stumbling time and again
but it's raining from my eyes
the brooding sky
reflected on my face
with a million twisting smiles
frozen in motion around me
such dark harmonies played
in a loop that goes round and round
igniting the dormant lightning
of my restless soul
and weep
in your voice
that melancholy undertone
makes me wish for a hug, a kiss
anything
to comfort those ethereal eyes
for my own voice
to join yours
for the times when our mutual songs
would embrace
and we would fly with rainbow wings
we are blinded
by the piercing wind
deafened by its howl
and when we turn the last corner
of wherever we are going
just to see we're lost
when a stranger offers their hand
to provide some peace and shelter
will we accept?
stirring, ever so slowly
my eyes already open
yet not seeing through the mist of sleep
who is this angel
from my memories
transformed, yet ever so familiar
reveal thy face, I beg
Shall thou help me rise
and take my hand once more?
moving mountains
changing the universe
with naught more than a simple word
Such feats are beyond me, I fear
for I am but a humble girl
and if my soul is that of a poet
alas!
it is not nearly enough for justice
to the beauty I see
should you wear it proudly, telling them
it is made by my hands
Would you accept my touch
upon your brow, your cheek
the line of your neck
and smile for a fleeting kiss
Am I blessed with such good fortune, my dear
or am I, tell me, merely
trailing softly to the floor
whispering feathery kisses
on my cooling skin
still lingers, like your voice
and the promises we smiled
upon thirsty lips
they lie fallen on the matress
with the message you left behind
I feel it now, I know it
with a forbidden passion
the concealed tears
spilling down after so long
in a waterfall of emotions
this broken sacrament
sitting underneath the dome
with an armful of blue lilies
and a shattered heart
seeking the lines of you
the solid heartbeat
under your chest
hands scrape against
cold harsh concrete
escaping a tired mouth
I cannot find your warmth
three paces, so long
separating our hearts
sighs that only fill the silence
to make it echo
and swallow us
no longer able to cross
the void between
take a step back for
we have run out of tears to shed
for each other
weary, the locks of white hair
spreading like a blanket
and when I cry
the tears drift, fall on the ground
far below as snow
covering villages and forests alike
in a shimmering veil of comfort
and I fall asleep, still weeping
embracing the snow-covered land
like a loving mother
my gentle smile
bringing warmth in the cold
The night ballet
under your bare feet
set your eyes on
the farthest star
its elusive tail, twinkling light
disappearing behind
the distant horizon
crashing against the rocky walls
beneath your fantasy ballroom
capture the night's melodies
with your swaying body
and honey-tinged voice
throughout dusk, yes, all through the dark
until dawn arises
--like an ancient beast awakened
demented, furious
it howls its unrelenting rage
rattling, reaping, ripping,
striking with sharp-clawed hands
and slamming with full force
--I hear it, outside my window
and though I know the dangers
it is a thrill to think
of following its call
to the wild, to wander, to soar
if only for a while
--and as it cries
its long, painful dreams
the beast has found my heart
and entered
a warm breath of air
tickles my bare shoulder
as I look up,
brushing
hair against cheek
and smile
with a new freedom
young child
as you gaze upon the world
so vast and enchanting
are older, even,
than time itself
and the promise
uttered long ago
will set your path alight
guiding the steps
of the eager young heart
'til the last footfall echoes
and the forefathers smile upon you
'til then shall you guard
the forests and shores
of your ancestral realm
through the long hours of the night
your harsh breath
echoing, reverberating in me
washing over my entire being
something just over
the side of painful
our intertwined hands barely enough
to keep us anchored down
and in this dark
oh, my dreams seem
so insipid, fading fast
and I hold you
tighter
and it hurts that I can't tell
of this excruciating agony
beats to your name on my lips
for this love is just an empty dream
of the seas
they enchant me so
lulling me into sleep
the winds gently whispering
of secret groves in my ears
caressing a smile upon my lips
making me believe
if only for a moment
own business
now as I do always
only the lights of town
luminate my darkness
opening eyes to this lonely room
gazing out I feel imprisoned
undisturbed my thoughts chase in circles and so
even now, I cry
open palms on pale, soft skin
vivify me with one look
eccentric, enigmatic, yet inherently mine
rain kisses upon me tonight
with pale knowing eyes that see
all I want to hide
innocence ripped apart by
naught more than a word
Not much to speak of--
yet his passion
the way he moves,
touches with long, graceful fingers---
he plays me, beautifully
like the finest instrument
my love, that
is his music that I sing
on the dancefloor you must feel even with
no music, no beat to
guide your steps
Breaking silence
in a breathy, teasing voice
raising her head to sing to the skies
Dream, it's a dream
the sun dries the bitter rain
of dark yesterday
boy looks to his feet, dreading
eyes red with tears, guilt
hopeless dreams of yesteryears
longing to be heard
to the murky air, waters
back to soiled home grounds
the Queen proclaims
and doesn't question the stains
no trace of emotion on her marble face
a flicker of dark eyes
- she enjoys the horror
of blood droplets and broken bodies
coldly she stares, turns her head
and a smile graces royal lips,
whisper whisper whisper
echoes in the halls
buttercup blooms, a wee fae
soon lands on my nose
to sit in shade, enjoy the gentle breeze;
in thy sweet-lipped melodies to drown, sway
that bliss I would my constant ache appease
thy graceful steps a sight mine eyes to bless.
I yearn: Embrace thy lithe body, so warm
This evening I will have no more, no less
Calliope queen of hearts, of their breaking
My words they flow though naught will quench my thirst
I covet thy smiles they leave me shaking
by one thy tender skin will caress, touch.
of past pains and gaieties
thy house was one
built of desert sand and
filled with shells, the sounds
of the tumbling sea
echoing an emptiness
of thy old heart
fragile shaking hands
a stream of tears
on the muted tones of earth
Here, silence reigns
with an iron will
and a court made of glass
shatters -- yet persists
as the night screams
for dawn
in this dusty room
listening as the old clock
goes...
tick, tick, tick
and watching yet
another hour pass
darkens by the minute
Shapes become indistinct.
The nightly concert of
a thousand little birds
is playing to deaf ears
inside the head there is
only static, a white noise
so very... silent.
for just a second
before the dawn breaks
and the cruel light explodes
with a shrill sound
Another day has begun.
and hiding from the sun
hold everything at bay and...
sleep some more.
a calling buried and forgotten
yet while watching life pass
through this lens
I've awakened to realise
for skewed perspectives
as if it would help me regain
the clarity of vision
lost for so long
but
like hope, fluttering
on transparent wings
enters the soul
shimmering faintly inside
gently soothing
for a fleeting moment
here, in this space
with your reflection and mine
finding a fraction of
certainty.
the glory of red and gold
like a crown on my head
as I sit on this throne of solitude
lined by the now barren trees
in screaming silence
has passed too quickly, as if
escaping the imminent frost
and my back is bowed under
so many unspoken regrets
shards of broken promises
like glass, but there is
nothing more to bleed
comfort as scarce as my words
always impatient but too empty
to paint such vivid sights as you.
every which way on the
dusty wooden floor
they glare up, fragments of
a cloudy evening sky
when you strut into the room
and everyone looks away
faces burning with shame
more than a little pity
oh yeah, it's a bullet to
the heart for anyone with
eyes to see your wilting glory
its imminent decay
there is no more space for
fallen stars on the stage
and while you still smile and pose
the adoring audience
is already long gone.
to the frost covered earth
broke free of the chains
that tied down for so long
left the burdens behind at last
can I find those answers
in your eyes or my own
even if I've been lost
in these years of shadows
find that ray of sunshine
to tilt my face up
and smile, so hopeful
embrace myself with your arms
of the secrets I held
banish the demons
one by one by one
and stand beside me as I enter my path
beating its way through
my trembling lips
in my heart's blood
is nothing to be called
unexpected
but neither is it easy
to stand here, in front of you
forming word after another
knowing so well
they could be, oh, ever
so gently
be handed back
breaking me in half.
Home
with timid angry eyes
regular patterns of
breathing, in, out
nary a flinch as the book
loudly
snaps shut
asked about being so
hard of hearing
not sleeping tonight, it's known
sit under the showerhead
instead
freezing to the bone.
Precariously balancing
eyes drawn where your humble backs bow
am I... some kind of monster? Now!
Please cease this mad, heartbreaking row
before I force without glancing
Am I some kind of monster now--
precariously balancing
my front row seat
gives to a darkened stage
where actors have fled
and the grievous stares
of a hundred hollow-eyed spectators
crush me with their weight
to call your smile an antidote
would be poetic, but nothing more
than a desperate lie
to save my blackening soul
They want my head and so it shall be
before the curtain falls
tonight our paths may meet, perhaps even join
yet I shan't have class - nor receive pity
so humbly, as decided with toss of coin
this timid resolve grows inside my heart
to find solace with love's blind guidance; fears
so small beside memories of being apart
that the world matters not for this one night
I willed it to return with all my might
yet you avoided this gaze every while
I'm your chosen valentine - and you are mine
when discussing matters of the heart
my wit will not dazzle, nor will it awe
the words are simple, mundane
any verse likely to make you yawn
yet, unheeding, I write of emotions
larger than life itself
trying to find the perfect lines.
kisses gently awake
the little garden rose
before awed eyes of a child
newly given freedom to roam
She eagerly watches
leaves flying by in the
morning breeze
as if on faery wings
while stars, silently twinkling
bid a merry farewell
to return once again
upon the silky petals of flowers
on a meadow beside the riverbed
beneath trees so tall, as ancient towers
where faeries often held merry balls
young children trooped out, enjoying the sun
and soon stumbled into the fae queen's halls
one tiptoed lightly round her bed of fern,
of softest moss; and timidly, shyly touched
as queen Titania woke and sat up
she stood quite still, nervously fidgeting
until she noticed: the queen was smiling
a winding cobblestone hell
underneath a glaring sun
we walk, forward, for nothing
a street vendor cries
beckons with yellowed, rottening smile
that holds no promise
eyes wide in fear or awe-
the rocks are heavy in your grasp
and someone turns to lead you away
you would lie down, sigh
let the snow angels bless you
with their cold lifeless embrace
they circle around as a cage-
who told you to come?
One no longer remembers.
so straying from your path
where will you go
as the sky opens up
and the answers you seek
elude your timid grasp
that hard stinging rain
to ignore the burning
that spreads in tired lungs
could you do it
only to keep looking
all the shelters are shut
filled or overflowing
with unfamiliar faces
and foreign goals
so would you then
sing me your praises
shower me with presents
in front of familiar faces
Cry beauty and faith, cry love
lie through your teeth
swear even to the gods above
with that charming smile
Worry not for my darkened heart
come, play to me your roles
with all their twisting silences
until that accursed death knell tolls
pass these few hours
so long and so devoid of light
in silence, pondering
If we were white as snow or dark as night
feathers gleaming under the bewitching moon
would their eyes see it
as we arch our necks, poised
Our sweetest, darkest
tenderest swan song
floating away with the waves
in the light of blazing hearth
of a beast, a bird so majestic
there shall be no other akin
if but a spark of that fire
that brightly burns in those apart
feeding the fall of the phoenix
nary a shadow of deadly grace
which lives in souls of the wildest
as they roam their tangled roads
beyond deepest valley reaches
where the phoenix doth fly
its eternal cycle--
in incandescent glory
yet clad in finest feathers
rise once more to the winds
one could give life to glimpse
have to hold in his hand
yet no man shall ever come to possess
on the weather-worn old bench
day in, day out, clad always
in her prettiest summer dress
rounds the corner, bounce in her step
at high noon -- never later
settles down with a sigh
she is gazed at or sneered upon
but rarely bothered for long;
perhaps worth not their time?
you can be told, and she whispers
I'm waiting for the zebras
Papa said they would come
just slightly, folds her faded dress
looks at you with clear blue eyes
her smile full of wrinkles.
my tiny rhyming bone
so seldom used, barely grazed
might've wandered off all alone
What now, I must wonder
my reason to write torn asunder
shall I succumb to woe, to drama?
-- or should I, in fact, simply try harder?
The answer to that, I suspect
is a greatly resounding yes.
wet my toes, like tears
but without sorrow or the fears
Does the lake ignore my pains
or is this offering comfort?
Scabbing and falling after years
I look at peeling skin, the stains
ask, I'll tell I am not sunburnt
Just a little girl shedding scales

Everything on this page is © Saara Aitakangas, a.k.a. [Linderel]. Any unauthorised use of my poetry, or parts of it, will be reported to the Guards.
- I participate in Elftown's official poetry contests, and have even won once.
- I'm a semi-regular Poetry Corner donor.
- Sometimes I try my luck at the Elftown Wiki Poetry Dueling Arena. To date, I've had ten wins - the losses I don't care to count.
- If you know of a poem of mine that isn't here but you'd like to see added, drop a message.
- I received a lovely picture from [pixie_shimmer]. See it at Stuff for Lami.
- If you wish to read some of my poetry in Finnish, see FP Calann.
- I also occasionally dabble in lyrics, which can be found on Songbird's words.
- I'm an active member on Writersco.
- For my short stories, go to Blessings of the muse.
2007-01-20 [Linderel]: Hmm. Was that a positive or negative reaction? I can't tell.
2007-01-20 [Aikon I]: a scared one.... what else?
2007-01-20 [Linderel]: Bah.
2007-01-20 [Aikon I]: sorry
2007-01-29 [Aikon I]: YAY!
2007-04-03 [Aikon I]: why hide from the moon?
2007-04-03 [Linderel]: Ask my muse, she's the one with secrets and a very, very disturbed head.
2007-04-06 [Aikon I]: where can i find your muse?
2007-04-06 [Linderel]: She lives in my head, and so far, I haven't yet witnessed her communicating with anyone else except me.
2007-07-26 [Aikon I]: kan ik nu misschien met haar praten?
2007-07-26 [Linderel]: Don't talk in Dutch to me, I'm not so far yet. :P
2007-08-02 [Aikon I]: it was worth the shot
2007-10-01 [Linderel]: I think I actually understand that now. Something like "Could I perhaps speak with her now?"
...the answer to which is still no. :P
2007-10-01 [Aikon I]: meanie :(
2007-12-20 [Easterling]: This is beautiful. I love the way you write. In the beginning I tried to remember my favourites so I could tell you which they were, but they turned out to be too many...
2007-12-20 [Linderel]: Aww, thank you. :)
2007-12-22 [Leaf_DaiLyn]: ah! A kindred spirit! What a breath of fresh air! You must be my friend, okay? Your style reminds me so much of... well, me ^v^ Except obviously, you have your own stories to tell, and your own personal experiences that come out. But your style reminds me very much of mine. It takes guts to put ones' personal poetry on here, for many reasons: one, to be that "exposed" (having your insides examined closely by complete strangers), and also, I always feared putting my poetry out there because of sneak-thiefs..
It's clear that someone you loved betrayed you, that the wind talks to you like an old friend, the moon sings to some part of your soul that you can't quite reach without it gazing over you, you see things deeply and are aware of many things that lots of us tend to forget about in our daily busy lives (as a mother of four under age of 7, this can be quite distracting at times). If you are anything like me, more often than not, when you start to write you never really stop to think about what you're writing till the whole thing is done. It just... flows out of you without needing to dither about which words to use or why. Then when you read it through for the first time, you wonder "Huh, did that just come out of me? Interesting.." (I'm guesing that's why you say you have a muse- cos the words just seem to come from somewhere else with little-to-no effort on your part, though I'm sure you usually completely agree with them ^v^) *lol* Now, if you were to tell me that at some point that lasted as long as years in your life- that you would wish a certain wish on the moon about finding your true love... on EVERY moon. Or that you used to dance around in pigtails and blow the dandelion seeds afar while making wishes.. then I would be scared. Cos I imagine I would be looking into a mirror when I looked at you. *Grins* It's beautiful poetry, and it makes me feel alive to read it. It's actually quite addictive- when I finish one I just have to keep reading through the next and the next and the next. Like I said before- it was a breath of fresh air, and I am grateful to you for sharing it with me. *definately in the mood to go back to writing my novel now* Here is a token of my gratitude *Hands you the highly coveted honeysuckle vine wreath award*
2007-12-22 [Linderel]: Whoa, long comment :D
Thank you so much for the feedback! It's always a delight to have my scribblings liked, and even more so to receive such lovely comments.
Yeah, some of that sounds familiar indeed. Many of my poems are about things and people I will never personally experience or meet, but just as many definitely stem from my own feelings. And yes, more often than not, the lines just flow without me having to think about it much.
I was a fairly quiet child, but dancing around and blowing dandelion seeds while making wishes sounds like something I would do now that I've truly begun to find myself. :)
2008-01-02 [ETHAN LEON]: I think "Illusion of belonging" is the best one, besides, "Song Bird" which is short and to the point.
2008-01-02 [Linderel]: Thanks. I do agree that 'Illusion of belonging' is one of my best poems, although not the best.
2008-08-04 [ETHAN LEON]: I like "Ruska" and "Home", they are both powerful, and emotional.
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