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Poems! Do I have to say more? :/

Table of Contents
One Dusk
That Frown
Gaze
This Dear Message
The Watery Torrent


One Dusk

My castle stands out,
lit in the dark.
Beyond a doubt,
safe from all with its lit arc.

But then one dusk,
all is challenged.
They throw a husk,
it flies over my walls, damaged.

I cannot recognize her face,
but I know her identity, her soul.
Her body, I encase.
I watch it burn with coal.

Arrows break my windows, puncture the air.
Explosions rock the ground.
My castle is what they surround.
I do not give a care.

That grin.
I see committed sin.
That moan.
I see exposed bone.
That frown.
I feel the pain, see the drain my life goes down.


That Frown

Must you torment me so?
I sit in my house every night,
holding tightly to my bow.
You keep me in your line of sight,
always looking through the window.

Sanity fails me, and I shake without control.
This world has taken its toll.
Must I endure this pain?
I have yet to see anything to gain.

No longer shall I take the weight,
that frown has taken me too far.
A sword is what I create,
I hope my skills are up to par.
The night air cools my face,
the monsters close in.
They will not take me at this place.
I will banish their sin.

A slash!
A hack!
A swoop of my sword!
They turn into ash,
but I did not watch my back.
A skeleton takes some gore.

No! I refuse to die without a fight!
They shall not go unpunished.
The sun rises and they go alight.
My chance for revenge has perished.
Some leaves rustle behind me.
There is no time to flee.

Boom.


Gaze

Your eyes, I see them,
taking in the landscape,
gazing upon beauty, but only thinking of gems.
But I also see your soul, in its twisted shape.

It has been distorted beyond recognition,
almost like my body.
However, your fault is of your own action,
mine, most involuntary.
Do not fear, though, your problem, I will fix it.
Just look me in the eye,
I promise it won’t hurt a bit.
Our souls will connect with a friendly “hi.”

I started a bit strange, apologies.
I’ll make it up to you soon.
Maybe help you pick some daisies?
I only want to help, let’s meet under the moon.

Ah, there you are, now let’s begin.
Don’t put down your supplies, this won’t take long.
Bring out that evil from within.
Look into my eyes and we’ll sing a song.

Oh, our gazes met, you listened.
I think you know now, I lied.
Now, you’ll never leave this island.
Ah well, you tried.
Now, you die.


This Dear Message

As time dwindles away,
I find peace in the fresh, cool air.
Sitting and humming at the bay,
all alone, with no one to share.

What can I say?
I’m all alone in this desolate world.
Everything just seems… so gray.
Twenty-three messages into the ocean, I’ve hurled.
No sign of response, no sign of light.
In the evening, I’ll burn it all.
My flaming tower, from there, I’ll find flight.
No more need to crawl.

And now, as I take my goodbye,
these final words I’ll convey.
The only worth in this world is the sky.
If you come here, don’t dismay.
I’ll try to stick around…
No promises though.
I find answers off and at the ground,
Maybe, just maybe, my body can greet you hello.


The Watery Torrent

Water drips down through the ceiling,
no wolf to accompany me with its barking.
I pull the wet cloth tighter around myself,
looking out the window, leaning on the bookshelf.
Even the monsters are absent, this torrent is fierce.
Then I see something out there, the emptiness pierce.
Flash, flash, flash, it keeps popping here and there,
its skin, black as the devil’s fare.

God’s tears bring steam from the devil form,
extinguishing life, or whatever vessel, with this storm.
It continues to teleport with each second passing,
no rest, no sign of a stop to the pouring.

There I am, watching the torment of a demon.
My body is in all senses, frozen.
The beast teleports again, meeting my gaze,
that is, before falling to nothingness, without so much of a blaze.

I'm going to see how using this reserve works out. And I'm going to use it as a sort of explanation for each poem. Please note that what I write next about the poems are simply my own interpretations, and that you are free to find further meanings in each one. But then again, I doubt many people will, as this is not an English class where we divulge into the symbolism of a blue curtain. :smile.gif:

First, I’d like to come by the thread’s title. “The Single Horizon” was something I came up with on the spot one day after making the thread, so that it wouldn’t be as plain and boring as “Jesonomi’s Poems”. However, it does have some sort of meaning. If you happen to have read more than two of my stories, you should probably have noticed I don’t do endings that are… regular. I leave off on either a really bright, cheery, fairy tale ending, or an extremely dark, gloomy one. The same pretty much applies to the poems I have. Some National Geographic photographs influenced the title greatly as well. The photos were of the horizon, but in the middle of nowhere, making the horizon completely straight, uninterrupted, and filled with color. This is stretching on, but, oh well. The “Single Horizon,” the line that keeps on going, represents the ending emotion I go with. As said before, it’s always very extreme in either a positive or negative way. And that’s the title. Go figure. Now then, if you’re still here, let’s go to the poems.

One Dusk was the first one I wrote, obviously. It holds more or less no symbolism, and is just an abbreviated story with rhyming involved. I focused too much on the rhyming. Basically, the narrator is a builder. He’s build this great castle, and it’s all lit up, as you would expect in Minecraft, as to prevent the monsters from spawning in there. And again, as in Minecraft, once you’ve lit it up, it’s safe. Now, with all of the new updates, Enderman, Dragons, etc, it’s not anymore, of course, but do realize this poem was written when fresh out of Alpha, just a day or two off of two weeks passing. So, anyway, “one dusk, all is challenged.” The safety that the narrator has felt is now being ripped away. The “husk” thrown by “they,” the monsters (zombies, creepers, spiders and skeletons, at the time, Ghasts and pigmen stayed in the nether this time), is a body. Specifically, the body of a loved one, perhaps a lost love, or just a crush. The narrator is not alone in this world, but he left civilization long ago. Perhaps he is a bit of an adventurer as well. Anyhow, one of the definitions of husk is “the enveloping or outer part of anything, especially when dry or worthless.” So the body has been mutilated, maybe sucked dry of blood. It’s unclear, ambiguous, as I often prefer to leave some things to the reader’s imagination. The third stanza is more or less clear, but again, it leaves the narrator’s emotions open. Is he filled with rage, sorrow, or both? Either way, instead of taking this as a warning and attempting to escape, the narrator quickly creates a coffin for the body and lights it on fire, giving it plenty of coal as fuel since he knows he won’t need it shortly, cremation. The mobs begin the destruction and invasion of the castle, and personally, I think the last line of the stanza tilts the perspective of the narrator’s emotions as sorrow. The monsters attack him, and he begins his final moments. And I forgot the spider. Perhaps it can be interpreted as they are peaceful during the dusk, but I simply forgot the spiders. So yeah, this poem had pretty much zero symbolism in it. Maybe one can address the destruction of security, but I really didn’t think in depth about that.

That Frown was written at the same time of One Dusk. Within the same hour. So, it really wasn’t meant to make you think. Basically, it tries to capture the image of mental imbalance…sorta. The narrator here is in some ways the opposite of the previous one. He has a simple house, probably just one room. Beds didn’t exist in Minecraft back then, and the narrator isn’t mining, perhaps due to fear. All he can do is stare out the window, returning the gaze of the monsters. Once again, I leave things ambiguous, such as exactly how many nights has the narrator been in the Minecraft world. Stanza two and three are basically him snapping. He can’t keep up with the staring contests so he gets up, throws his bow away, crafts a sword, and then runs out to the monsters. The ash left by the slain monsters is somewhat a reference to the white particles that appear when mobs die. So, he fights, but a skeleton shoots him in the back. When writing this, I imagined the arrow hitting a bit below the shoulder. But I suppose it could be elsewhere as well. The narrator is still fueled by his insanity, and wants to keep fighting, but the sun rises and leaves him with nothing to vent out at. This could infuriate him, fill him with utter grieving disappointment, or anything, really. He is no longer sane. Well, that is, at least before a creeper sneaks up behind him, the rustling of leaves being a common theme across my stories, and explodes, killing him.

Now that I think about it…none of my current five poems really have symbolism reaching out of Minecraft or writing.
-unfinished, the other poems will be explained/evaluated when I feel like it-

Not entirely sure why I have 2 reserves for some poems, but who knows what might come up?

Thanks...erm...Chibi. Since Jamie didn't actually, well, criticize it. Jerk. D8
Lol jk.

Quote from zuned1 »

You sir, and take note that I haven't said this to ANYONE in a while, but you are, infact,

ProQuoDuo

Lolwut? I got pro, but what the heck is que duo? O_O

Quote from JamieMin0r »

Ok, I've now read it.

I liked it. It had a good flow, and unlike most poems I read, I understood what was going on. Oh, and last stanza was awesome.

Not much happened. Would be bad if you didn't get what was happening. Although, most professional writers that do poems always put some crazy moral in it and I don't get what the HELL they are trying to say. O_O
The last stanza needed DEATH. I also noticed that I forgot the spider after posting. Was like..."**** that." like everything else.

EDIT: OH FUUUUUUUUUUUU 666 POSTS.
Edit: Aw. No more Mark of the Beast. I used it on roleplay. :biggrin.gif:

Bump for second poem. I seem to be double posting occasionally now. Hm.

Quote from JamieMin0r »

Quote from Jesonomi »

Quote from JamieMin0r »

Ok, I've now read it.

I liked it. It had a good flow, and unlike most poems I read, I understood what was going on. Oh, and last stanza was awesome.

Not much happened. Would be bad if you didn't get what was happening. Although, most professional writers that do poems always put some crazy moral in it and I don't get what the HELL they are trying to say. O_O
The last stanza needed DEATH. I also noticed that I forgot the spider after posting. Was like..."**** that." like everything else.

EDIT: OH FUUUUUUUUUUUU 666 POSTS.
Edit: Aw. No more Mark of the Beast. I used it on roleplay. :biggrin.gif:

I SUCK at understanding poems. There was one in my english exam about doves, which was about a couple in love. I gave up on understanding stuff after that >.>

Anyway, second poem. sucks

I found the second poem slightly similar to the first one. Maybe because it involves monsters and death. The last stanza again, was AMAZING.

When you said "I cannot recognize her face, but I know her identity, her soul.", I'm guessing you meant someone close to him?

I thought he meant the castle :tongue.gif:. These poems are great although I saw a few bits that didn't really rhyme but I admit rhyming is hard (it took me about 3 hours to write 4 sentences for a poem once).

Actually, husk. Her. I meant a person he had a crush on. The monsters found out, killed her.

And yes, expect my poems to be similar. I'm thinking they are going to follow emotions. First one: Grief. Second one: Insanity.

Also note that the titles are...placeholders. I dislike them.

And I do believe that EVERY single line has a rhyming counter part. I tend to switch the order though. It might be every other line, but then switch to some line after the next 2.

And yes, the second one had a crappy ending. I was in a hurry. So I ended it with award. :tongue.gif:

Quote from JamieMin0r »

Never heard of husk though. Interesting. *writes down*

Can't wait for improvement and new poems. No, seriously, release them NOW.

Husk: the enveloping or outer part of anything, esp. when dry or worthless.
They did some crazy stuff, man. Crazy. And painful. You can bet on that.
As for the improving, I want a creeper, but rhyming makes that a bit hard.
My dad is in my room currently. It throws off my imagination. I usually do my stuff when nobody else is around.

Poems have to be COMPLICATED!? Oh FUDGE! THIS JUST DESTROYED ALL IDEAS I HAD.
Seriously, I have to make poems detailed? Oh man.
And I was going to fix the ending of the second one.
I tried my best to end the first one. Could not find a good rhyme for "down".

Crown, town, frown.

Oh! My mistake. I meant "frown". I put "down" to rhyme with it.
So um yeah. I sorta want to have a creeper kill him...because their kill is kinda, -snap fingers-, instant.
Editing 2nd poem as of now. Trying really hard to get a good enough ending.

Quote from ChibiMariChan »

i agree with you, Jesonomi, when my privacy is envaded, my imagination decreses.

Yup. Strange how that is. We are shy? Dunno.

Quote from XxCyber_MasterxX »

Not details, but more complex words. It doesn't completely matter if your poem has a rhythm. White poems for example.
So, if you think you can implement a more effective or complex meaning, sacrificing a rhythm, do it.

What's a white poem? A poem that doesn't rhyme?
And I probably would use better words, but I get caught up with rhyming. I'll keep that in mind.

Edit: Changed second poem. I'll go with complex words next time.