The Poetic Corner

[Flaming Eyes]

Hi, If you like to write, or have writen anything you like, post it here. I begin, this I wrote in 2002, for a work in the English class:

SPARROW
CHARACTERS
Chorus
Pain
Repentance
Happiness
Sparrow
Angel
Demon

I ACT


Big and dark salon. At right Demon. At left Angel. In the middle Sparrow. Behind Sparrow, the Chorus: facing Pain, behind Pain, at right Repentance, at left Happiness. The Chorus is dressed in white, Sparrow in dark, with a white mime like mask. Demon in dark, with a dark mask, and Angel in dark, with a white mask.


SPARROW: Pain, sorrow, anguish. The darkness is everywhere... breaking down every hope... my hope.

CHORUS(PAIN): Pain, sorrow, anguish.
CHORUS(ALL): The darkness is everywhere... breaking down every hope... forever.

DEMON: Breaking down every hope... forever. The darkness is everywhere... and you can't do anything... only await the eternal torture, under sepulchre.

SPARROW: What's this life for?, Why continue this eternal pain?!, why is my destiny so dark? Better to have never been born... and never have suffered this unexpressable suffering...

CHORUS(PAIN): What's this life for?, Why continue this eternal pain?!
CHORUS(ALL): Better to have never been born.

DEMON: But you don't have hope anymore... You have broken every rule, every good thing in your life, now, hell is opening its doors under your sinner feet. Your soul is now mine, forever...

CHORUS(PAIN): Forever and ever!
CHORUS(ALL): Forever and ever! Fatuous sinner!

ANGEL: WAIT! Sparrow, you have one choice still, you are still on time. There is One, that can cleanse you of all of your sins, doesn't matter how terrible they were, He has the power to do it. You only have to believe... believe in Him.

SPARROW: Who?, my sorrow and anguish have been rendered to my soul. My life has been a complete sin, complete misery. Who is He, that has the power to wipe my blackened heart?. Nobody can help me now, the hand has been dealt. Nobody can save me.

CHORUS(PAIN): Nobody can save me.
CHORUS(ALL): Nobody can save me! Nobody can save me!

DEMON: Your fate is thrown. Nobody can save you. Angel is a liar, your soul is mine now, don't listen to him anymore, he's only tormenting your sinful soul. You loose. I'm the winner.

ANGEL: The Lord Jesus Christ reprehends you, Demon!

After these words, Demon trembles and falls on his knees, beaten.

ANGEL: Sparrow, for God so loved the world, that He gave his only Begotten Son, that whoever believes in him, shall not perish, but have eternal life. Sparrow, believe in Him, and repent of all of your sins and faults. Jesus Christ, has an infinite mercy, he gave His holy blood to save you. He is the only one who can give you happiness.

Now, the chorus changes, spinning clockwise, now Repentance is facing.

CHORUS(REPENTANCE): Believe in Him, and repent of all of your sins and faults.
CHORUS(ALL): Believe in Him, and repent of all of your sins and faults.

SPARROW: Repentance?, how can I... I... I'm a big sinner... But, He loves me, and He is willing to forgive me. I... I'm ready. My Lord Jesus Christ forgive me, receive me... and make me a new creature.

Sparrow falls on his knees.

CHORUS(REPENTANCE): My Lord Jesus Christ forgive me, receive me, and make me a new creature.
CHORUS(ALL): My Lord Jesus Christ forgive me, receive me, and make me a new creature. My Lord Jesus Christ forgive me, receive me, and make me a new creature.

ANGEL: My Lord, thank you!, thank you for Sparrow, thank you for making him a new creature.

Sparrow gets up, now the mask is totally white.
Now, the chorus changes, spining clockwise, now Happiness is facing.

SPARROW: My Lord Jesus Christ, thank you, I'm now a new creature, I'm now your son, thank you my Lord, thank you for making me happy, thank you for give me happiness.

CHORUS(HAPPINESS): Thank you my Lord, thank you for making me happy, thank you for give me happiness. Now I know you, and I know your love. Thank you my Lord. Now, I will go all over the world, and I will preach your Holy Name, everybody, everywhere.

ALL: Dear friend, Jesus loves you, and He is with his arms wide open, waiting for you, recieve Him, and you will be forgiven for your sins, and you will be happy, forever. Just remember: for God so loved the world, that He gave his only Begotten Son, that whoever believes in him, shall not perish, but have eternal life.


-Sparrow

PS: Preferently post it in English.

 

[Ordie]

Blood Lust

Yes, much sorrow I feel for that night, and much anger I keep for those responsible by it. I know by experience that being Embraced isn't a good thing to happen to a mortal, but what happened to me in that fatidic day was inhuman indeed.

But allow me to start my tale from the beginning.

It was the year of Our Lord 1132, and I lived as well as a peasant like me could in a small hamlet nearby the city that even today they call London. I had a fine life, and was about to marry. The local priest called me for "wedding arrangements". He might has well have said trip to hell.

I have to admit I hadn't seen him for quite a while, as he had claimed a minor illness had taken over his body, and neither had anybody, and so we were performing our religious duties in another church nearby.

Knowing that, I was quite relieved when a young boy delivered a message calling me to meet him in the church after dusk. I bid farewell to my fiancée and headed for the church. I was not used to go there at night, and I must confess the shades of the nearby cemetery's graces spooked me. If only I would know the horrors I would witness that same night, such shades would but cause me calmness, if anything, by their apparent immobility.

I softly opened the church's doors and blindly made my way to the cleric's chambers: the only lit place in the whole temple.

Lying on the floor, his throat slit, laid the man whose Sunday sermons' I had grown to accept and long for. The room itself was a blood festival, and not one sacred symbol had escaped the desecration: broken crosses, blood-dipped statuettes, torn vests and ripped paintings: the once peaceful chamber was now a gateway to hell.

Then, someone - something - pushed me, and I fell on the bloody mutilated priest's body. The repulsion won over me, and I tried first to get it away from me than to face my adversary.

Then, an evil, twisted laugher flooded the room. It was a man - or at least it looked like one - but his laughter revealed two teeth bigger than usual. They were his canines, and gleamed red with the blood they had been dipped in. With madness in his (its?) eyes, the fiend approached me, and with a sudden jump he headed for my neck. He feasted on my blood, until no drop of the precious vitae remained.

I couldn't do a thing. He was there, with his maniac frenzy, and I was paralyzed by his Dark Kiss. After that, when I thought it was all over, he laughed again, and bit his own lip: a single drop of blood falling through my throat. I didn't resist it. How could I? Even on the edge of salvation life is still sweet indeed. But it was not to life I would awake to, and only bitterness awaited my awakening.

With only my sire's single drop of blood in my veins, an unspeakable hunger started to consume me. I needed blood, and I wouldn't care when I would get it. I only remember that twisted laughter, and screams of pain and terror, as my hunger was consummated. Then, as the Beast left my body, I saw it. Such an unbearable memory... Nailed to a wooden cross in the middle of the church, Christ-like, laid my fiancée: her clothes torn apart, blood soaking her hair, and a terrified look on her dead face.

My heart was filled with wrath, and I figured out the fiend who attacked me and the priest must have been the one who had done that during my madness, and I decided in that moment to hunt him down with all my remaining strength.

But no. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Why were my hands red? What was all the blood doing in my clothes and body?.. including... my mouth?? My teeth?? Why are they bigger and sharper? Suddenly, like a thunder, the truth hit me. I don't recall what I felt then. Was it hatred? Repulse? Fear? Despair? All of those would be probable feelings, but it mattered not, as the only thing I could do was to try to get away from that nightmare.

Unfortunately, the sadistic fiend was not yet done with me. As I ran out of the church, I heard the maniacal laughter once again. I hasted, but it was of no use. He was wielding a wooden stake when he jumped over me, and with the two most bizarre eyes I have ever witnessed in my life and unlife, he pierced it into my heart.

"This is it" - I thought - "The end... it is better to die than to live in despair...” - relieved in knowing it was all going to end.

As you could have guessed, it didn't. Instead of killing me, it merely paralyzed all my movements, and I could but watch the insane dance the Beast performed around me. His fingers - claws - grabbed my hand and pierced it from the back of the hand all the way to the palm. I couldn't scream. Then, he pulled me through my pierced hand to the old cemetery. The pain was excruciating.

The cemetery gate opened with a whisper of his, and he led me through the tombstones to the entrance of a crypt. He said something along the lines of "This will be your haven" and more things, but I can't remember it any better. It is odd what you can't remember when you're about to pass out.

He threw me inside, and with a swift gesture he removed the stake from my heart. - I could move again. - He mocked my new Nature, my life - that had became unlife, he told me - he told me of the Kindred, the undead stalkers of the night, and of their clans, powers and of their hatred for sunlight. He told me of the vitae, the sweet blood of the living, and then he laughed again, leaving, closing the door shut at his wake.

So I was trapped, my repugnance for my actions consuming my soul. I wanted do die, again. I wanted to make me pay for my murder, but above all, I wanted to make my torturer pay. I wanted him to feel what I felt - if only his maniac nature would allow him so.

By now, that anger hasn't been quite erased yet, and I think it never will, but has been postponed, at least until I find a way to stop this madness. He brings me dead animals every night. Or perhaps it's someone else, as I myself can't stay awake after sunrise. I feel the urge to leave them to rot, ending this accursed existence by starvation, but soon, something awakes inside me, and against my will I drink the precious liquid from their blood vessels. I've also tried to destroy myself by exposing my pale body to sunlight, but this crypt is completely isolated from the outside world, and whatever is the way the fiend uses to stay awake during the day is unknown to me.

But other thoughts haunt me, thoughts which are not my own: I think that maybe this existence is not so damned, and I think about letting my keeper know of my realization. The Beast takes over me.

I had a good life. How could God allow this to happen? Does He care not? Why doesn't He do anything? How can He allow one of his children to fall so much?

I made him know, by drawing in the dust-covered floor of the crypt, that I wished something to write, and here it was the next day. Here I record the memories of that night, so that perhaps one day I can share them with someone.

If only I can make it out of this hell sane...

 

[Flaming Eyes]

I wrote this for a girl, friend of me:

Eyes of the sky,
bright as stars...
smile, just smile,
then all shall be fine.

 

[Flaming Eyes]

Nocturna



¡Ohh, nocturna!
Tú eres mi luna
Que mi noche ilumina
Y mi corazón domina.

¡Qué podría yo decirte
nocturna!
¿Qué yo soy aquél
lobo herido que aúlla
sobre un solitario valle

a un amor imposible
a la luz tenue de una luna
que lo ve con ojos compasivos?

¡Ohh, nocturna!
Ni tu deslumbrante fulgor
que mis ojos ciega
ni la fría estaca que en mi corazón clavaste
podrán apartarme de ti
nocturna.

¡Ohh, nocturna!
Entre este azul profundo
errante he andado
buscándote,
amor mío
sin hallarte.

Nocturna:
Aunque tu faz mi maltrecho corazón
nunca vuelva a iluminar
recuerda que aquél lobo herido
siempre te amará.


-El lobo que siempre aulló por tí-

Translate (via Spanish Assistant, and my knowledge, and a dictionary):

Night



Ohh, night!
You are my moon
That my night illuminates
And my heart dominates.

What I would can to say you
night!
What I am that one
wolf wounded that howls
on a solitary valley
to an impossible love
to the delicate light of a moon
who see him with compassionate eyes?

Ohh, night!
Neither your blinding radiance
that my eyes blind
neither the cold stake that you in my heart nailed
they will remove me of you
night.

Ohh, night!
Between this deep blue
wandering I have walked
searching for you,
love of mine
without finding you.

Night:
Although your face my battered heart
never again illuminate it
remembers who that one wolf wounded
will always love you.


- The wolf that always howled for you-

Edit: By the way, I am Aramic.

 

[Pharaoh Llandy]

We kinna already have a poetry thread, you know.

It's sat right there on the front page.

 

[Flaming Eyes]

Yea, oh, well sorry, but I heavn't seen anyone before mine.

I made this thread:

Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:17 pm Post subject: The Poetic Corner

But was in second page.

Edit: By the way, the other thread, I think is this one, so if you want to see that poems click here...

 

[Pharaoh Llandy]

Oh well, I guess more people saw the other one, then.

 

[Flaming Eyes]

By the way, Ordie, you are a very good writer, congratulations. And keep perfectioning your art.

 

[Flaming Eyes]

Oh well, I guess more people saw the other one, then.

Don't worry, be hippie...


Just a joke.

 

[slavetrader]

here are two great poems by certain S.Baldrick..

firstly

War Poem

hear the words i sing
war's a horrid thing
so i sing sing sing
dingalingaling

The German Guns

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
...
BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM

 

[Ilex]

Black Adder for the win.

 

[Flaming Eyes]

Dear God:

Oh Lord of the Eternity,
look at me and hear my pray.
I call upon your Name today.
My soul is darkned.
I am alive, but I feel
the corruption of death inside
my mind.

I can't hide my sins.
I am naked. I can't hide my shame.
You can see through my masks,
through my flesh,
through my bones.

Your Holy Word is sharpen than cold steel.
I am wounded. My heart is empty.

God, please, show Your mercy with me.
Take me out from this swam of evil darkness.
Wipe, and use me as You want.

I want to hear Your voice,
the wish of Your heart.

Please, free me,
and make me your
faithful servant,
forever.

Amen.

-My deepest part of my heart-