Oh yeah you already know about TB and peeps already!

Heheheh...Horkenfriend goes by many names...

Giving this a kick with something that came to mind earlier:

Steadfast

Alone in darkness stands a man,
Bereft of hope, devoid of plan,
Who stands his ground for standing's sake,
His very life and soul at stake.

His lungs, his blood, they breathe and flow,
His heart, his mind, they surely know,
With these alone he can exist,
With these alone he must resist.

Upon his back, a heavy load,
Of all the lies he ever told,
To those he loved, from whom he'd hide,
His bitter sorrows long denied.

The blackness shows him many sights,
Plays of shadows, lacking lights,
And though he feels fit to fall,
The steadfast man endures them all.

And then ahead a light appears,
Amidst the shadows that he fears,
Hope is born, and formed a plan,
A faltering step now takes the man.

A second follows close behind,
Stumbling forward, light to find,
On and on, he staggers forth,
To follow star that lights the north.

Out of darkness, at last he falls,
To find himself in sacred halls,
The weighty load he now sets down,
To rest in peace, his home now found.


It's kind of rough, couldn't catch as much of it as I'd have liked, and it needs some work, but it is what it is. *shrugs*

This is fantastic, you are an Awesome poet!

And you, mALX, are far too kind

No way, that is the truth. Poetry is not easy at all; and your poem conveyed a depth of feeling that would have taken a tremendous effort to put into words even without the difficulty of rhyming them - but you did it, and made it seem easily written when I know how hard it must have been to write that. Awesome poem!

Reading it back it does seem better than it did when I was writing it. Guess I'll leave it as it is, I don't see anywhere I could tweak it now.

I still say you're too kind though I'm starting to think there isn't an unkind bone in your body

That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much! I hope that is true the higher percentage of the time, but I've got that red haired temper that usually causes me to spout something I wish I hadn't said a minute later when it cools down,

And here's another one that came into my mind:

Courage

Alone amidst a battlefield,
A figure makes its stand.
With naught but courage left to wield,
No weapon in its hand.
No armour girt about themself,
Nor armies at their call,
And with their swiftly failing health,
It stands defiant, tall.

Beset on each and every side,
By hordes of mighty foes.
To crash upon them like a tide,
Of ever-present woes.
And as the battlefield without,
So doth it lay within.
The mighty heart, beset by doubt,
That beats beneath the skin.

And though they carry many harms
From which the blood-tears flow.
They do not heed surrender's charms,
Defeat they will not know.
Forever will they stand their ground,
For that which they hold dear.
Though by their sorrows they be drowned,
Or feel the hand of fear.

And when at last at battle's end,
And bodies 'round them lie.
Still they stand there to defend,
The ground for which they'd die.
For all too soon their foes arise,
Returned through death's dark door.
Then hear again that figure's cry,
“Once more, dear heart, once more.”

This is amazing! Awesome Write !!!!

hey say, "ignorance is bliss"
Happiness can be found in the abyss
Dismiss these sparkling lights and insist that they die and desist
Let your Will be made manifest through a clenched fist
A will to power through the ranks of the deceased
A fairy prince of whips
Smiling at the pieces of a world that took
too many of his hits
Happiness can be found in the abyss
And the black-hole-point of a rusty needle kissed by someone else's disease
Laugh at all of these
Arrested developments - the gods developed an arrest
When they stuck him in a womb and gave him life like the rest
No mercy can be found from a man so madly vexed
By the tats
of the next
ego-suicide
looking at him like he's a test
I cannot attest
you can only witness
That the future
belongs
to the freaking maddest

This is Awesome Uleni!!!

Arigatou, mALX! Here's another one.


Illusions
(I made this when I was drunk!)


"Where came you, then?
How far into the night have you fallen?
In your meaningless pursuit of ascension
you have only won annihilation.
From the depths of your pride,
you have been granted only humiliation.
Irony, then, the greatest and cruelest of all the tricksters;
for he who sought perfection,
saw only the morass of his unreachable vision.
O Sadness! O Shame! O Dishonor!
Where came you, this lust for attention?
Is it not the greatest of your hated vocation?
You have tasted the nectar of these Three once;
why, now, in the hour of your twilight,
do you seek them once more, o Prince of Self-Deception?
Is the path you wish to tread upon?
A never ending cycle of Fantasy Delusions,
Mental Dilutions that would result in your heart's Dissolution?
In the day when Snow fell,
In the day when Valentine Died.
You cried. "Despair never tasted this sweet!
But how terrifying Hope, much more,
When She forces you into destructive Temptations!"
Where came you then, this decimation of warnings?
You promised yourself, in the day when your Heart broke,
you would never pursue meaningless attractions.
And yet here we are, pining once more
for an impossible relation.
To pursue Her is to walk the path of complete ruination!
...
But where came you then?
You, who breaks all of my walls,
All of my protection?
Deep down I know you're just another heartbreak
But smile, and gaze at me with a reflection
tempt me with your words, be they mellifluous abduction!
Make me suffer, make me drown in your illusions
Because suffering...
Suffering is my divine addiction."

The Mint Chocolate Chip and nut Ice Cream fell again, huh?

It did! Oh, how destructive it was for my psyche!

Thanks to you and your ice cream, I find myself drinking a chocolate shake for breakfast this morning, lol.

And drunk ice cream eating is a sure cause of having it fall on the floor, (and puking too),

There are times that I really hate the way my mind works. This is such a one.



A city wrought of steel and glass, that shone amidst the light,
Through which flowed inspiration, that glowing river bright,
Falls now to dark, corrupted by the bitter touch of night,
And the streets below, in shadow swathed, are hidden now from sight,
The mighty buildings, tall and graceful, reaching to the sky,
Now twist and warp, like jagged claws, as if the stars to pry,
Or snatch and cast down anything, that might yet dare to fly,
If with the coming darkness, spirits proud should seek to vie,
That river fair, that fed it all, with ever present glitter,
Now thickly rolls, black and foul, a source of poison bitter,
And in place of bright thoughts that used to dance and flitter,
Are aborted creatures, malformed, 'pon many legs they skitter,
Those ordered streets and avenues, that sped the flight of thought,
Now twist and turn upon themselves, by shadow they're re-wrought,
Into dark alleyways and corridors, each one with peril fraught,
By twisted creatures, those remaining residents are sought,
And tortured artist, once more takes up razored brush of words,
To paint the darkened vision that, his waking mind, disturbs.



yeah, it sucks, but considering the subject matter is that really any surprise?

Heh, ain't it fun when the only way to overcome the Block is to take inspiration from it and write about it?

This is Awesome! So technically, you don't actually have writer's block - you are just trying to write prose when poetry is your forte of the moment, lol. I do love your poems!

Oh, that isn't about writer's block. At the moment my problem's more a question of mindset/state of mind than anything else.

Aha, I see; that can be frustrating!