Kunabee Poetry Thread

[Kunabee]

Because I am a poet.

And you know it.

This is why I can't be specific.

*sobs in corner*

My favorite and best poems ever.

Talent

Cold and hot at the same time 

The still pool of water stretches 

It spirals and curls through hills and ridges all within 

It runs through her heart and mind and soul 

To her hands, where it bleeds 

And it comes, crashing like thunder 

Roaring like a lion 

As it breathes. 

The life came from her ageless piece, 

An overzealous force 

Then it stills again and quiets 

Stopping the wild pulse 

It draws away, slowly, scared, 

The monsters in the light, 

It runs from them, the noise, 

Unable to return. 

So she draws the curtains 

And she draws the sword, 

She cuts down the ugly piece 

Of people taking joy. 

They had laughed as they drunk every last bit. 

Now she runs, ready, 

She shall claim her property back, 

She stands her ground. 

The old courage of the lion 

Returns and she cheers. 

They were brutal and merciless as they took it from her. 

But she shows kindness and mercy dear. 

She brings them down to steal it back, 

She grew too strong and broke from chains, 

Broke down their determined miserable hate, 

And ran to find that of hers. 

She discovered it, laying still, 

On a bed of fine silk, 

It was unnerving, she thought it just missed her, 

She shook it then drunk it all up, 

Nothing did happen. 

Then she realized the truth and sobbed, 

Bitter in losing her friend, 

Her victory suddenly lost. 

So she crawled on home, 

Trailing dead hopes and dreams, 

She was like the rest, 

Another broken clone. 

Home was the only thing driving her, 

She prayed she was still loved. 

The tears were wet and cold 

And she felt a heat inside. 

She made it home and grabbed a paper, 

She stared until it burned. 

Word upon word her hand created, 

Telling of her loss. 

It was beautiful, a masterpiece, 

The best she had ever made, 

And she felt it stirring inside her, 

Once again she was brave. 

She stood upon the highest mountain 

And yelled it to the world, 

"I am not yours to own, I've claimed it back, 

Now get up and stop being clones! 

I am my own fantastic person, 

And you are just the same. 

The control you let them have over you, 

Well, you should be ashamed!" 

The world bowed at the force of her will, 

And people trembled in their shoes, 

Everyone felt the power, 

As hot and cold travelled over hills and ridges and valleys all within, 

Through minds and hearts and souls. 

And dancers danced, painters painted, 

The beauty had new feet, 

All because of she. 

Her work was done, she was tired, 

So she slowly traipsed on home, 

Nobody said thank you, 

Nobody said hello. 

She had saved the world and they couldn't see, 

For she was merely she, 

And heaven knows a little girl could do nothing grand as that. 

But she smiled and still walked, 

At the very least she knew, 

And she discovered something nobody else remembered, 

Miles could drive them apart, 

Years could keep them away, 

But this self-created thing was not lost, 

For the talent is in you.

Reflection

As if the world could be told of its miserable luck,
Our whispered words could not take,
The holy smile of the cherished one,
The unholy curse of the broken.
'Who are we?' they ask at the end,
Their words echoing blankly outwards.
And as for the story that shall never end,
The beginning has barely begun.
We did not need to be told ever,
But yet we were, too soon for hope.
Blank lighting through white walls
We barely see the night.
Too bright to see in here,
And too dark away from white,
So we wonder why.
We decide we can change but then
The promises are broken,
So we are left, alone.
Such is the soul's reflection.