These are all the poems I had at eliteskills.com. I just wanted to move them over here. My username there is haldirlives. There are explanations/descriptions for each poem there, if you're interested. Also, they're ordered from most recent to most old.

Soleil
Decaying, fraying, saying,
9 months 'til expiration.
8 months 'til expiration.
7 months 'til expiration.

But I can't wait for that day,
Counting and shouting for help.
Red Xes on my calendar
For each pint of blood.
Take it all this time for me
And leave me dying of thirst.

She'll swallow me whole
Before entropy envelops.
What a sin this pain is.
What sin is this pain?
Soleil, take me whole.
Can't wait for the bits.

6 months 'til expiration,
And I can't keep waiting.
Parts are falling, spinning off,
Leaving the pull I feel.
Soleil, take me whole.
Can't wait for the bits.

Lying in bed, impotent and inept,
5 months 'til expiration date.
Time is pressing, creeping, waiting
For my insides to sour.
I'll take the pieces left,
And leave you a rouge hole.


EMO
I'm feeling emotional,
Honest and true.
I need emollition
For my sins.

I've found emoticons
Can't express me.
I've seen emotive
Words on a page.

Now I'll try emotion,
Without smilies or stars.
But no emolument
Is forthcoming.


I've Got Faith
I’ve been told to believe,
And I’ll see.
I believe, I’ve got faith
In immortal things
To which no shape is giv’n.
Things I can’t touch,
Not even a breeze.

Standing on the side
Watching you enjoy and destroy
That which I hold dear.
I’ve got faith in love
Without proof.

I’ve got faith
In the prison cells.
In the place where they all
Send their hearts.
Tie me down, lock me up
With the secrets I share.

Standing on the side
Watching you enjoy and destroy
That which I hold dear.
I’ve got faith in love
Without proof.

I know I’ll see one day,
But not today.
I hope I’ll see one day,
But not today.
One day, maybe, later,
I’ll find someone to trust.

Maybe I’ll find
Part of me that confides,
And there find
A man to share secrets.



Sketch of Me
Do you realize why
I flatter myself?
Can you see that
As I beat you down,
I’m asking for your help?
I’ve got no worth,
Nothing sets me apart,
Except this caustic wit.

I pick you apart,
And kick where it hurts,
So I can feel power.
I just need to feel
Important for a while.

Be assured,
When I go home,
I curl up like you,
And cry myself to sleep
Because I never meant
To hurt you so.

I only wanted
To feel better.



Should You Ask
Should words escape my grasp,
I’ll tell you this now.
Though I know not how to show,
I can put it to words.

My devotion to you
Is without equal.
No metaphor can be drawn
To illustrate this thing incorporeal.

Should you ask,
I would hold your hand.
Should you ask,
I would kiss your wounds.

Should you ask,
I would leave for you.
Should you ask,
I would cede my life.

Should you ask,
I would renounce my father.
Should you ask,
I would forsake my mother.

All you could ask,
I would gladly do
If it put a smile
On your face.

Dreams of fame, prosperity, health,
I have forgotten in your eyes.
All I care for now
Lies at my side.




Chasing Clouds
In the end,
On a highway,
We all chase clouds.
Their cotton candy shaping
To our unconscious desires.
Watch them, chase them,
Learn.


Untitled
A tree growing beyond
Newton's laws seem to be broken,
Until you topple.


Marching Ants
A door in a field.
It stood just ajar, before
Little marching ants.



Hello, Little Flame
Hello, little flame,
I nearly missed you.
You seem so weak,
You flicker dreadfully,
Have you caught cold?

I could snub you
With my fingers,
And feel nothing.

Perhaps you need a
Bit of help from me.
Another flame, perhaps,
A trusty partner for you.
But, it would die
With no wick to hold.

A bit of fresh air
Would do you good.
Yes, the cool night
Would refresh.

Oh no! I'm sorry.

We were alike,
You and I.


Rain Baby(One of my faves!)
Dunk it, drown it,
Cry, Rain Baby!
Cry to the sky!

Dunk it again,
But not too long.
Cry, Rain Baby!
Cry to the sky!

Again, again,
Call down the rain!
We clothed you in
shimm'ring garments
for nigh a year,
Now call the gods!
The priest holds you,
Mother nearby,
Her tears call rain!
Cry, Rain Baby,
Cry to the sky!

Don't inhale it,
we need your tears.
Small child tears
call to the gods,
to send rain here
and feed us all.
You are life, so
Cry, Rain Baby,
Cry to the sky!

Small and limp and
you disappoint.
Only four times
could we drown you.
No food this year,
Your kin starves first.
O, Rain Baby,
you cry no more.



Beating
Beating, pulsing,
Writhing, flowering,
Gushing forth,
In time with their feet.

Hit, hit, hit,
Ts, ts, ts.
Hit, hit, hit,
Ts, ts, ts.

My feet longing,
Restlessly twitching,
Remembering when
The cadence will start.

The quad rolls,
My eyes close.
The bass drum and
My heart pound.

Bleeding, flowering,
Pulsing, writhing,
My wrists in water,
Concoction of oils.

Embalm me, dear oils!
Do not let me waste!
Still my poor heart,
Catch these weak tears.

A rose-scented bath
Turning so red,
Red as the ties
‘Bout the Guard’s necks.



What Right Have I?
Writings of love and loss,
Sickening myself with sucre.
Sucre lies, sucre fantasies.
What right have I
To speak of things that
I have never known?
What right have I
To put such as
The kiss never felt
In a line or two?
Lying, Theorizing, Contemplating,
What it might be
To be in love.
My imagined emotions,
Magnified friendships,
Eloquently described cerebrally.
On the page I write,
One sees beauty.
Beautiful lies,
Lies that speak
To a lover’s soul.
Eloquent lies,
Lies that seem
So real to some.
How can I express
What I don’t feel,
What I don’t know?
All my flowing words,
All my delicate rhyme,
All my feigned emotion.
What right have I
To tell you
What love is?



Lullaby
Sleep, my sweet child,
'Til morning fogs rise.
No monsters await
'Neath dark, lidded eyes.

Sleep 'til the morn,
When all ghosts will flee.
Sleep through the night,
And I'll stay with thee.

Sleep past the moon,
With her darkened rays,
Let your dreams take you
Aloft with the fays.

Sleep past the stars,
Though they shine bright,
And I'll stay with you
All through the night.

Not a muscle I'll move,
If you do not wake.
Just lie there still
On your placid lake.

Sleep, my sweet child,
The twilight has passed.
Sleep, my sweet child,
'Til it's matin at last.


Stringing Pearls
There she sits,
A pair of scissors and needle,
A spool of thread and jewels,
Preparing herself.

She cuts a length thrice over;
It seems sufficient
For the task at hand –
A string of pearls.

She picks one out,
Smooth and round and white.
But she is only
Apprentice to the master.

Questions begin to form,
“Is it strong?
Or too weak a string
For the weight of pearls?”

But it has begun,
And cannot begin again.
As a radiant serpent,
It writhes and whispers.

A thing of perfection.
“But, perhaps, a ruby or two?
A diamond or emerald?”
The brilliant jewels she adds.

She is nearing completion
When the master intervenes.
“No, no! I am not finished!
I yet have jewels here!”

The knot has been made,
Imperfections laid bare.
Pocked, marked, and gray pearls
Are all she can see.

Then around her neck
The master lays it.
The creator draws out
All its perfections.

In time she sees it,
With glittering eyes,
The necklace on her
As perfection.



Untitled
Caring for me
wilting in the shower-
A cactus in the rainforest.


Ignorance and My Friend
Ignorance is bliss,
So I have heard,
But never understood,
Amidst all the words.

Days and nights reading,
Searching the Earth,
Striving for knowledge,
Seeking no berth.

For as I wander,
I discover new gaps,
And desire to fill them,
In a place on the map.

I do not wade,
I swim in the seas,
Diving far deeper,
Than exists a lee.

Yet on my way back,
To the shore for a rest,
I found in the shallows,
Someone content.

Content to wade,
Seeking no more,
Loving the sun,
And immediate warmth.

I tried to persuade her,
To follow me in.
She kicked and they screamed,
But I wouldn’t give in.

Pulling and pushing,
With waves at my back,
I tried and I tried,
But the strength I lacked.

And now does she sit,
Arms crossed and legs folded,
Wading far shallower,
Than when she had started.

I called to her still,
“Join me, it’s hot.”
Just as before,
She heeded me not.

I must go back in;
The borders, they call.
But ever on my mind,
The friend that I called.


Opposition In All Things
Sugar and spice,
Sickness and health,
Dead and quick.
Realization is slow,
Wisdom slower.
Knowing imperfection,
Gives one perfection.
Fear feeds bravery,
Humility breeds pride.
Love and indifference,
Hate and lust.
Understanding brings confusion,
Knowledge lights ignorance.
Longing for peace
Leads to war.



The Speaker on the Wall
O, bane of my classroom!
This chalk will I throw
At thy unholy sound!
Vanity and pride
Are your sins,
Incestuous box!
Your voice
Above all others;
And ears of
My class you demand.
No more, beast!
Be torn from the wall
Your head shall be,
And your spaghetti
Nerves snapped!
No more ears to hear
Nor mouth to speak!
A fine I may pay -
An injustice.


The Mastery of My Emotions
So wholly unexplored
and imaginary you are.
What motivates such
passive, unfeeling thought?
Emotion nor consideration
have you tasted in whole.
Your heart is no center,
your eyes no windows,
Only gaping holes
filled with meditation.
What is it
to be you?
Could my passion
be so easily tempered?
And my mind
so infinitely filled?
Could I change
what makes a
human?



Beauty?
Beauty in the eye?
What window to the soul?
An organ only,
Designed for sight.
Not even sight,
But a representation
Of what the world is.
A mischievious glance,
No, muscles moving flesh.
What do you see in it?
Show me,
I long to know
Beauty.


Choose
Which is more industrious;
The child who wakes earlier more willingly,
Or the parent willing to wake early for the child?


A Strange Race
What a strange race are they.
Like the pages of Alexandria,
And the sunken island,
We cannot understand them.
So wholly are they hidden,
We know not where the flesh goes.
Even the youngest flees the bone,
As the soul, but to where?
A race so wholly unknown
We dread their sight.
The living will never understand,
Yet, try we must – and do.
The sight of it makes one
Feel so very mortal,
For it is the shape of
Immortality.
Beneath bright cheeks;
Under dry, old skin;
Whether eyes twinkling or livid;
Lies this white, placid skull.
Greater than our death,
There is no equalizer.
Once dug, placed, and left,
All become one. Redug,
And limbs of one join the
Head of another.
Such a vile comfort
These private thoughts are.


I Love
I love. I do, I love.
This alliance I have with him –
This agreement knows he not.
Yet, with faith in my heart, I made it.
This thing aches me,
This cruel thing. Ah! My friend!
No, more than that,
To me. To him.
To him, I must go. To tell!
I shall tell him
And unburden myself!
No price, I think naught of post!
Oh, he shall embrace me,
He shall kiss me passionately,
In my mind’s eye. Aye, my mind’s eye.
He shall agree, there,
As an imagined thing passing at dawn.
No more! No more!
My heart, my soul,
My lips be still!
I shall care no more.
He never shall return it.
Others are there,
Young men always yearning
Are always flocking here.
I shall endeavor –
To put my affections at naught!
Shame! Shame, my soul!
You would so selfishly
Cast aside your deepest desires
Without thought of the heart!
Aye, I would – for fear.
‘Tis the sin that would
Bind my tongue and beguile my wits.
Of what, I know not,
Only that haste is a thing
Not for this matter.
For relief from this malady,
I would my soul sell. No,
Not that, but my heart.




Candy
You are candy for my soul –
Aches my stomach,
Churns my heart.
O! nothing to Venus,
Is the cruelty of Mars.
The mean huntress,
She has me sighted;
And I you.
What ploys gods play
On mortal souls.
What toys we are,
What playthings.
An indulgence,
Like a sugary sweet.
I am sick of them,
With you.


Untitled
Paper flowers you made me -
In the rain
They melt and bleed.


The Fall
Only the earth remembers it,
And she has told me the story
Of a time of ending,
When men forgot glory.

His name was Seth, ruler of a great city
Overlooking the cerulean sea from above.
Just as the waves ate at the soil beneath,
So the city was eaten by love.

A Golden race, gifted with eternity,
A friend of the King, he was Cahal.
Steadfast by Seth's side by day,
Night was the cause of his fall.

Airlia, Queen of the city over the sea,
Fairest of all mortals
In her likeness to the undying.
With herself were her quarrels.

Seth and Airlia wed,
Cahal and Airlia love ties,
Cahal and Seth old friends,
All lies.

A son by Seth,
A son by Cahal.
Basil, illigetimate heir,
Rafe, who had the gall.

Rumors flew through the city,
"The boys are not kin."
Rafe knew, he found it out,
He told of Airlia's sin.

Shame on the Golden race,
Airlia feared for her life.
Seth driven mad by the betrayal
Took up the untarnished knife.

Blood spilled on jade tiles,
Cries of mourning from Cahal's lips.
He was driven out by Rafe,
The Goldens banished in ships.

The cruel, untrusting rule began.
So men's glory ended.
Oceans, valleys, mountains
Never to be mended.



Don't You See
When you're walking down the street do you see
The faces as they pass you by on that
Road down which you travel with he and me?

Do you see the secrets beneath the hat
That shades the faces of a passerby?
Dou you hear the notes from a prowling cat?

Do you even notice what is so high
Piercing that something that is above you?
Men walk into a shop, do you know why?

Do you smell what wafts out as it closes?
Do you hear the hum beneath your two feet?
Do you remember the faces of your

Friends, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, kin?
Do you truly know where it is you are?