Orble - Of Life and Death

"My Friends, my life"
by Tyler Sparks

Memories rain like cascading plains
And are harder to remember each time
I can see your face and feel your graces
Yet I begin to wonder why

As my fingers strum the past
The illusions fade to the last
And I'm left with the good ol' times
I've kept in a bottle
All the laughs, fun, and squabbles
But each whiff satisfies less

I've lived so many lives
Some filled strife
That things are hardly ever the same
Good times were had
Even those that were sad
Do you even remember my name?

As life continues on
More times come and gone
Who knows where I'll be
One thing we had
The lives that we clad
Helped define what I call me

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"Darkness is a Harsh Mistress"

May 8th 2011 20:56

"Darkness is a Harsh Mistress"

Darkness is a harsh mistress
As she invades my every thought
These chains she leaves me in
Bind me to her heart;
I rattle against the cages
My strife an endless echo
Yet her presence has consumed me
My life is hers or naught.

Passions always warring
My soul torn asunder
The line once drawn
Now a fading memory;
What started so innocently,
A little dare
Has thrown me down
To depths I shall not share;
The darkness is calling
I must obey
Give in to the beckoning
Come join the fray.

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"Not Man But Beast"

April 6th 2011 10:51

Here's another attempt at prose poetry. I may need to do some more research on the subject as this could probably be formatted as conventional rhyming standard in way. Either way I hope you enjoy the tale.

"Not Man But Beast"

The man looks out but sees no skies; the birds, the trees, Earth's beauty escapes his eyes. The man is lovely, all dark and deep, but man he is not for he is a beast. A hunter, a seeker, a bringer of pain, he sees not the sunset but only his prey. And so alone in his prison, a fortress of solitude, the man spends his days dreading the moon. He sits and he waits, wishing it would change, but change it won't for what is to come cannot be undone.

One day while shopping, the man in his thoughts, happened upon a lady after a small mishap. She was lovely as the winter, during a light snowy day, with a face of an angel, a true beauty they say. She helped with a smile, those lips his crux, and in a moment of wonder, turned his world upside down.

Love or lust the man did not know, but all he cared was what could he show, his strength and his humor, his knowledge or wit, he just wanted to impress her and get to know every bit. For days and then weeks she consumed his thoughts, the confines of his prison almost wrought naught. A world with her in it was suddenly new, the birds and the bees, all vibrant in hue. To feel his blood flowing, his body renewed, his thoughts were unsullened, his gaze unshrewd.

His days now alive, he scampered about, he visited that market, without a doubt, he knew one day he'd see her and then make his move. He'd sweep her off her feet and tell her to choose; a live of adventure of love and of care, a life of freedom and the wind in her hair. In the end she'd love him and all would be true, his world would be happy he just knew, knew, knew.

As the weeks passed by the day did draw near, his thoughts may bedancing, but his blood wasn't there. His mind may feel free but his destiny was set, the man was not man, he'd know no rest. On that fated night the beast came forth, the man then reminded what lies of his course. While he seemed a man, he was anything but, the night was his lover, the world his lamb.

Yet his desire latched to the girl, brain and body were taken for a whirl. He knew he'd could win her and that she would be his. Yet his dark secret, alive and yet dead; could he hide it and soon be wed or would it kill her, much to his dread.

Given the choice would she put herself at risk? To be with a man but not a man, a beast, would she not be afraid, would she be willing to love him, to hold him, and to forgive the other side; is such a fantasy or could it be true, when it all comes down to it, what would you do?

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