Narcissistic Reflection

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

Here's just a random poem I felt like posting (first post in Non-Pokemon Fics as well, iirc). I just felt inspired to do it while writing for NaNoWriMo and I quickly jot it down. This is also my first non-Pokemon related poem as well. I did it in the space of...20-30 minutes so yeah...I did look over it and read through it a bit though, it sounded alright, even with five lines per stanza.

Narcissistic Reflection

The Machine Tower ticks,
Forever, untouched,
Among the wilderness of sorrow,
Under the jagged blue cross,
Of the midnight moon.

Reaching the top, it clicks,
Whatever detached,
Under the mirror of the morrow,
Reflecting the aqua-teal moss,
By the river's rune.

Silver and crystal flows,
Like the currency of nature,
Where it surges,
Where it diverges,
A new destiny is born.

Sacred and scorning,
The artery is crested,
Flowing unnoticed,
A spring lays, rested,
Blessed by the moonlight.

Cursed by the tower,
Cursed by the gold,
Lay by the pool,
And examine your mould;
Examine your soul.

A silent echo,
Of a distant ticking,
The twists and turns,
The tower yearns,
To open your heart.

Yet the shadows hide,
Reality from reflection,
Unable to please,
Unable to plead,
Silently poisoned.

Hold on to your teardrops,
The surface never shatters.
Hold on to your clear heart,
The tower persistently patters.
Never again, is it sacrificed.

by Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

Hehe, replies? Didn't expect any.

Here's another one I felt like doing in the reply box.

Rainbow Cemetery

Where the storms and lightning ends,
When the rainbow meets its bend,
There lies no hope or any faith,
Then lies no merit, just wasted wraith.

Beneath the stones of ancient build,
Before the times where swords were gild,
There lies, still, primitivity in frost,
All still dancing, never lost.

Where the pagans outnumber One,
When the dead all overrun,
Dancing, swirly, swirling dancing,
Chanting, loopy, looping chanting.

Hope is lost, illusions overtake,
Where silence over sound, eerily dictates,
Over the crossed tombs, leaping it goes,
Under the burials, sleeping, it rose.

Behold the elders, outnumber One,
Centre of fusion, tribe and rum,
Madly dancing, dancing madly,
Clowns in the wild, smilng sadly.

Hiki tiki wiki riki,
Always in time, dancing madly,
Ruku wuku luku duku,
Always in place, singing fad-ly.

Goro noro doro foro,
All be faithful, cult of fusion,
Dara zara vara bara,
All be wrathful, dancing illusions.

Under midnight, Midnight under,
Aurora scatters, scatters asunder,
'Neath the flashing swirly light,
Wish you dancing, dance all night.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

Fwee.

Requiem for the Dark Souls

Shadows loom in the lofts,
Beyond the bells and towers.
Voices resonate in the soft,
Chilling chapel chambers.

Fleeting dreams caught in resonance,
Bound in stained-glass prisons,
Statues of alchemy stand in reluctance,
To fight the looming reasons.

The organ bursts, like keyed agony,
Shattering silenced souls.
The dark ghosts emerge in ceremony,
To dance, to grieve to the gold.

The clouds of darkness in formation,
Around the chapel heights,
As the organ plays salvation,
To the dark souls looming in sight.

Pipes to the peak, bells to disarray,
Avarice punished for indulgence.
The dissonant cells clatter in vain,
As the dark souls take their vengeance.

The prisoners shout and demand,
Repayment as dark souls have,
Yet refusal the organ commands,
They die without vengeance and wrath.

The rainstorms pelt the towers,
With hide of fine and majesty,
Cleansed with payment and showers,
The requiem returns with gravity.

The thunder strikes the organ,
The dark souls return as water,
A grieving, weeping alliance,
To return once more the after.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[theanime-dialgamazter]

more of a poem than a fan fic.

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

You're allowed poems in this section. -_-

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

This was posted in the Author's cafe, so I thought I'd post it here as well:

Garibaldi Temple
Majesty in baroque,
A decaying fruit of avarice,
Of ancient walls of extravagance,
To define false praise to the heavens.

Travesty in mock,
The towers spire in balance,
Like the divine scales of injustice,
To outshine the gods, to threaten.

Bats in caverns resonate,
The choir of the Devil's requiem,
Death keeps time short and desparate,
Shunning the light, in deference.

Towards the staircase under,
To the scattered light asunder,
The souls of funerary procession,
March in forced reverence.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

Since otherwise, it'd probably be spam, here's a new reply-boxer ( seven stanzas):

Crystal Teardrops
Moody in bass, the blues are here,
Shedding wonder, wonderful tears,
Feeling arrogant; all woe is me,
Everyone else deserves to have glee.

The caverns of hell frozen over,
Painted with tears of my distressed lover,
The souls of the prison, silently sorrowful,
Formed with fragile, delicate temporal.

As tears drip, to the placid lake,
Feeding the leviathan's wake,
How the doleful yearn for freedom,
Their tears, forever, flowing seldom.

As I hazard upon the cavernous loch,
My downcast, following to a stalk,
My eyes chanced upon an unfortunate soul,
Frozen in time, in time and funeral.

Ignorant I was to foolishly dismiss,
And to wallow in selfish self-pity,
My tears turned in to heated ash,
Burning to a scarring lash.

Like locusts on a fertile crop,
The extravagance spread without single copse,
Until complete I was, like statue without flaw,
Self-crafted, I became, envy amongst doers.

Only with a slam of the grand leviathan,
Did I become free of the martialling decree,
Destroyed with freedom, liberation,
Destined for incarceration.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

Portrait of Destiny

The struggle is won,
By the sadistic enemy,
Hope left them alone,
Alone in melancholy.

Memories fade,
The bad ones stay,
Regretfully fade,
The woeful remain.

The canvas is stripped,
The script is burnt,
Paradise is ripped
Apart, frozen for crazed.

Without an iron blue intention,
The mindless will invade,
Hold on to your treasures,
Memories in soul inlaid.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

So I have a catalogue:

Dracula's Castle

Ancient walls of stone and blood,
Curse-impaled, lightning-struck,
Swarmed of martyrs, spirits crave
For freedom, like the wind and waves.

Where the Sun never rises nor sets,
Festivals held for nightmares and guests,
Whether the gallant arrives in time,
The waters, thirsty, shall consume them fine.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

Cursed Clock Tower

Crooked is the lost Time Keeper,
Stolen off the Grimmest Reaper.
Within fog-enshrouded nightscape,
Withered is the crystal clock face.

Ancient, old and long decayed,
Awaiting fixture, with glory inlaid.
Instead, cursed by wind, each mechanism,
By Zephyr himself, the Cataclysm.

Tower of the wicked, trapped in fear,
Of malicious gears, perpetually clear,
Blades aspinning, Bellows acrushing,
Prisoners scream, Sins awashing.

Efficiency in check, the sentries observe,
Heartless eyes into fearful lutherns.
From the Cursed Clock Tower in atonement,
The souls sink with Death to the Mines of Judgment.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

Waltz of the Lazy Chair Room

A waltz of fairies,
Under grim moonlight,
Through crystal windows,
Upon the Lazy Chair.

The accordions sing,
In fruitful harmony,
As the fairies dance,
Dance to the death.

Leaving one
In solitude, he dances,
Paired with the chair,
That lazy chair.

The harpsichord turns,
The violins mounts,
And the symphony begins,
For the fairy and his chair.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

And a new one, why not:

Platinum Moonlight

Blood shines lustrous,
Under wistful moons.
Skulls of the victims,
Among the sacred runes.

The flower blooms then,
When the stars shine pale.
Petals brim with sin,
A screech, an odd wail.

The silent odd movement,
Twitching in the distance,
Hearing them lament,
Moonlight synthesis.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Putty]

more of a poem than a fan fic.

wow some seriously philosophical thinking in this post

 

[Ventus3]

Lol @Putty

@Yonowaru in Chaos: anyway, I saw those poems before 8D they were in the describe something in less than 150 words thingy in the Fiction Cafe (I don't like putting the term fan anymore for some reason ). I'd also like to say, barely anyone posts in poem threads, I was lucky to get two in one of my cruddy ones. (speaking of that one, that one could have used some more deep though -__-, let the idea die and rest in peace before it makes me have insomnia about what could have been once more). I noticed how some seemed to be slightly depressing, I'm guessing that's what the impression was. The only thing that I can find wrong is that they don't invoke any significant emotion in me, but that's probably because I could be looking at it in a shallow light, but it just doesn't. Another thing though:

never rises nor sets,

Hmm, I've always been confused whether never was considered a negative, because I kind of thought that never and nor in the same thing could imply a double negative which would actually be a positive, but besides that, I may be wrong, I'm not exactly the person to go to for grammar .__., try asking somebody else that's good with that sort of stuff, not exactly sure who is though.

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

I don't think it's incorrect, 'nor' is used when describing things that don't/aren't this or that. I could use 'or', but that has a bit of a flow-cutting bit to it.

I noticed how some seemed to be slightly depressing, I'm guessing that's what the impression was. The only thing that I can find wrong is that they don't invoke any significant emotion in me, but that's probably because I could be looking at it in a shallow light, but it just doesn't.

It's just you >.>

w00t criticism. I'll try something different.

Lost Painting

Echo through the walls,
Within the gallery halls,
Something missing,
Something precious.

A jewel in the abyss,
Among the stagnant statues,
Sorrow with virtue,
Within the ethereal bliss.

Wondrous, in search,
From the tower's perch,
Seeking thy soul,
Through the cavernous shoal.

Follow the calls,
Through thick and thin,
Hold on to reason,
Before the painting falls.

-Yonowaru in Chaos​

 

[Putty]

you should write about stuff that matters to you on a deep level

if you do so you'll notice a huge difference in quality compared to this 'thesaurus material'

 

[Ventus3]

Okay, you don't have to be using the crossed out text to imply messages *gahemm!*. Anyway, moving along, I think I'll agree with Putty on the "you should write about stuff that matters to you on a deep level" thing. The only thing that I have to add is this was okay, not something that I enjoyed, it's definitely better than having to read text-book material, but it's not what I would call "amazing" or "stellar!" as my English teacher would put it. Of course, considering there are few people that can actually critique poems effectively, (I'm not one of them, trust me on that one!). A good thing is that the description is decent enough for me to understand (since I'm stupid =P, just kidding about that by the way), and the length was decent, not too long or short for me, kept my attention for long enough also.

 

[Yonowaru in Chaos]

you should write about stuff that matters to you on a deep level

But they do matter.

if you do so you'll notice a huge difference in quality compared to this 'thesaurus material'

I admit I do use a thesaurus in rare cases whenever I do struggle (or whatever you'd call a reverse dictionary), but that doesn't mean I don't know the meaning behind the words I use. But I do appreciate your comments, I will try to not rely on a thesaurus if I can.

Okay, you don't have to be using the crossed out text to imply messages *gahemm!*.

No, really, that was a joke.

The only thing that I have to add is this was okay, not something that I enjoyed, it's definitely better than having to read text-book material, but it's not what I would call "amazing" or "stellar!" as my English teacher would put it.

Well I never did want them to be, I just wanted to convey an emotion, and I find poetry more effective at doing so than writing a story (not that I hate writing). I'd be on the verge of killing myself if I managed to produce something on a 'stellar' level. xD

Of course, considering there are few people that can actually critique poems effectively, (I'm not one of them, trust me on that one!). A good thing is that the description is decent enough for me to understand (since I'm stupid =P, just kidding about that by the way), and the length was decent, not too long or short for me, kept my attention for long enough also.

 

[palingensia]

Well maybe I'm just crazy considering those other comments but I like them. I haven't read through them enough to fully understand them, but I'll get around to it!