~Ink and Pen~ discussion

Here's my poetry. :D

The only emotional thing I've written is this, and if anyone I actually know cared to find out what I feel, then they'd just have to read it.

I totally understand, Maggie!

Thanks. >.> I can't stand it anymore.

Your sister?

Ah, well… you know, I'm three years older than one, six than the other, and I can't get them to listen to me. Even though I'm the babysitter. But whatever, I'm leaving in two years anyway.

Ah, well, now that I'm out of my funk…

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

You should add the poems you wrote for the contest to your poems. Make a writing folder called 'Contest Poetry'.

Ah, smart. I shall.

Yes, you shall.

Your wish is my command, o great Shaystar!

xD Oh, I lahve you, Magtail. You're so...obidient. :P

Yes, Shaystar. You are my leader. *zombiecat*

I'll be back in a bit, though. Shower time.

*snaps fingers* MAGTAIL! COME BACK TO LIFEE~

Okay, see you.

*complies* Yessir, I mean ma'am, I mean sir… yes, leader ma'am!

*walks away* Good, now listen.

You. Are. Not. A. Zombie.
You. Are. Not. Dead.

You. Are. A. Cat.
You. Are. Alive.

They are

They are
Corrupt and puckered with uncovered scars
Oozing purple anger
And gushing green envy,
Great sticky masses of
Overwhelming violet regret. 

They are
The great gray storm that rages
In violent, swirling burgundy clouds,
In startling hues of bruised flesh
And tainted summer skies,
Slashed with flocks of floodtide pathetic pain. 

They are
The smell of sweet sweaty rain
Filling jacket pockets with aquamarine gravy
Thick with yellowed emotions
That spill out in onrushes of beastly orange passion. 

They are
The crude crimson tears
Streaking down my foolish face
Washing away with spewed cornflower droplets,
Drowning me in pools of everlasting bluegreen sorrow. 

They are
The heart filled over with deep vermillion loves. 
Bursting in greenyellow joys
And spilling over into untouched mugs of warm, mahogany pleasure.

I wouldn't have all the caps, but I don't want to deal with my ipod's autocorrect right now…

Thanks, Lauren. That means a lot. :)

What is it supposed to be?

I'm not entirely sure. I think it's the emotions you feel. But it's sort of mysterious.

Crippled Crimson Autumn

Crippled crimson autumn 
cascades from the heavens
in showy, shaky showers of
silent chestnut glows. 
Skeletal trees scrape the skies,
peeling back the layers of the night,
and opening the world
to shimmering daylit dew. 

Peppered with sweet crispness
and overflowing with light,
the lustrous sun peeks over the edge,
etched by the arms 
of outreaching branches
and the wraiths of wrung trees,
just phantasmal spectres 
in the predawn light. 

*claps*

*thanks*

Hypnotic

Hypnotic pools of gleaming gold
Shimmer in the essence old
Of darker hues and deeper blues
Of swelter heat and snowy cold.

Exotic glows festoon the rim
Of silver goblets, shining dim
In reach of light, they kiss the night
And show their passions in their hymn.

Chaotic swirls of diamond ice
Attack the senses with their vice
Of freezing scars and shooting stars
They fill the mind with winter spice.

Aquatic life through broken glass
And silver, gold, and shining brass
Collect and flee to teeming sea
And tangle with the wild sea grass.

Hypnotic gleams of pooling gold
In rivulets of essence old
Will sing a chime of perfect rhyme
And precious ‘till the final fold.

You know I love it, Maggie. ;)

;) Thanks, Ivi. Sometimes I feel… odd, 'cause all y'all's poetry is sorta scary. Poe-esque and cummings-esque.

My poetry is scary? O.o I didn't think it was...

Shaystar wrote: "My poetry is scary? O.o I didn't think it was..."

Hmm, now that you mention it, it's not. I'm just saying that my style of poetry is so different from a lot of you guys's (okay, fine. Y'all's.).

XD it's because I'm more influenced by Cummings, so that's why people have noted that. I like yours the way it is.

OMG there's this girl in a few of my conservatory classes whose last name is Cummings :o

BTW, Maggie, I love your VERY MEGA AWESOME WRITING poetry.

Really, Ivi? I had a teacher named Mrs.Wright, and you pronouced it 'right'.

... That's normal. O_o

There's a teacher named Ms. Semaan.

What's wrong, Ivi?

How do you pronounce that?

Wright? It's a common last name, and it's pronounced 'rite.' How else would you pronounce it?

let me ask you first how you think it's pronounced.

True, true. But is Micocci a common last name?

See-man?

It's Italian, and is it pronounced, "mee-coh-chee"?

xD . . . everyone says that. I feel so sorry for her. It's "Sih-mawn."

Yes, it's italian, but it's pronounced, "mih-coh-chee".

Oh! Like Simon?

I was almost right lol.
Not exactly.

LOL AWWWWWW.

Okay, so I have a bung of poetry I've just been to lazy to put up, so here:

Brighteyes

Brighteyes lighten, light the sky,
edged in navy and set in laughter.
lined in sincerity, true-blue flight
etched with countless thoughts. 

Brighteyes pierce me, piercing gaze,
seeing straight through my cascade wall. 
mind-numbing lasers shoot out my heart,
glazing me with chills of warmth

Brighteyes calming, calm cool voice
filled with faze and joy and bright
lifts me up by just hearing you
even if you don't hear me. 

Brighteyes notice, notice me
as I notice you, as you sit across the room. 
may as well be across the world,
for all that you notice me. 

Brighteyes greeting, greet my soul
with a casual grace, a flickered glance
complex and simple, rolled in one
your bright eyes dance with me. 

Brighteyes staying, stay with me,
be with me, don't you dare leave me. 
don't leave me alone in the cold,
empty without your bright eyes.  

I love it!

Thanks. It's sort of strange, though, 'cause it's about my crush… who happens to share Whim's ex's name.

Do I need to know?

GOOD WORK :D

I am eternally jealous of your awesome poetry skills! These poems are AWESOME!

I have some odd poems I just randomly wrote...

What are they about?

Random words nobody knows the meanings of.

Shaystar wrote: "BTW, Maggie, I love your VERY MEGA AWESOME WRITING poetry.

Really, Ivi? I had a teacher named Mrs.Wright, and you pronouced it 'right'."

Thankies! :) I lurve yours, too.

Yay! Equally loved poetry.