Post by spookythings on Nov 2, 2006 11:23:04 GMT -5
its not done yet (nowhere neaaaaar) and i'm about to run out of poem so i'm going to have to take it from the top to finish, but here it is so far. i'm about to finally go to bed so i'll finish it tonight, but i'm pretty proud of it so i'm showing off prematurely.
also, 'the rosen' is just a working title. if anyone has any better ideas, please do share them.
the rosen
once upon a memory bleary, my thoughts wandered quite unclearly
through many a tainted and curious event i'd experienced once before.
while i nodded on a bus napping, suddenly there came a-yapping,
as if someone's lips were flapping, flapping out my name once more.
'tis some child,' i thought, 'begging to be read some more -
only this, and nothing more.'
though distorted, i remember, that it was then i did surrender,
to the past, though newly rendered, by taking the book of hand drawn lore.
this empty book was mine to borrow, its pages soon to fill with sorrow,
it cannot wait until tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be gone for sure.
i see him there, the path he's taken, without thinking whats in store,
i followed him right out the door.
but suddenly i felt uncurtain as the bus doors shut, i turned -
ignored me - left me, a terrible error i've made for sure.
so that now, watching the bus depart, i ceased my pleading,
'i'll find that boy i saw retreating and knock upon his parent's door -
that little boy i saw retreating and knock upon his parent's door -
to ask for help, and nothing more.'
and as the path grew ever longer, a puppy's cry grew ever stronger,
until i came upon a shed with a broken lock upon the door.
to the dark my eyes were adapting, i found the shed was a puppy lacking,
but then i saw a paper with a collar wrapping, lying on the dirty floor -
an airship boarding pass attached to a dog's collar lying on the dirty floor,
but only this, and nothing more.
deep into the darkness peering, i saw the boy run back up the clearing,
laughing, as he retraced the steps i'd taken, taken just moments before.
leaving cries for him unspoken, back up to the wooden sign broken,
to some gates just barely open, he disappeared into a door.
as i watched this young mister, he disappeared into a door.
not only this, for what was more:
here a vision most concerning, standing there with arm a'churning,
i saw a girl viciously attacking a sack stained with fur and gore.
'surely,' thought i, 'surely there is some other entrance,
let me see then, around this corner, i will venture to explore.
following the fence i will venture to explore...
and use the boarding pass at the door.'
once inside i saw no other, though happy giggles i heard them utter,
in there i chased my quarry, up the stairs through another door.
from room to room he did evade me, not a minute stopped or stayed he,
until the attic where he was waiting, on top of boxes stacked upon the floor,
boxes stacked to make a tiered platform upon the floor.
there he sat while i read some more.
then once more a puppy's crying brought me to a dirt piling,
i found the grave and with a shovel dug where it'd been dug before.
and then a voice spoke, cruelty laden, and i submitted, rather craven,
to a punishment from this maiden, a cold, deliberate downpour.
and though i cried in vain, they closed the casket lid once more...
to the clover fields of yore.
awake i startled, fearing plainly, for these kids had quite insanely
brought me here, or was i dreaming? i did not know for sure.
but if i'm seeing what i'm seeing, then i'm no ordinary human being,
for here i sit, tied up to a pole extending from an airship floor,
an unlucky girl tied to a pole extending from an airship floor,
is my mind lost forevermore?
also, 'the rosen' is just a working title. if anyone has any better ideas, please do share them.
the rosen
once upon a memory bleary, my thoughts wandered quite unclearly
through many a tainted and curious event i'd experienced once before.
while i nodded on a bus napping, suddenly there came a-yapping,
as if someone's lips were flapping, flapping out my name once more.
'tis some child,' i thought, 'begging to be read some more -
only this, and nothing more.'
though distorted, i remember, that it was then i did surrender,
to the past, though newly rendered, by taking the book of hand drawn lore.
this empty book was mine to borrow, its pages soon to fill with sorrow,
it cannot wait until tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be gone for sure.
i see him there, the path he's taken, without thinking whats in store,
i followed him right out the door.
but suddenly i felt uncurtain as the bus doors shut, i turned -
ignored me - left me, a terrible error i've made for sure.
so that now, watching the bus depart, i ceased my pleading,
'i'll find that boy i saw retreating and knock upon his parent's door -
that little boy i saw retreating and knock upon his parent's door -
to ask for help, and nothing more.'
and as the path grew ever longer, a puppy's cry grew ever stronger,
until i came upon a shed with a broken lock upon the door.
to the dark my eyes were adapting, i found the shed was a puppy lacking,
but then i saw a paper with a collar wrapping, lying on the dirty floor -
an airship boarding pass attached to a dog's collar lying on the dirty floor,
but only this, and nothing more.
deep into the darkness peering, i saw the boy run back up the clearing,
laughing, as he retraced the steps i'd taken, taken just moments before.
leaving cries for him unspoken, back up to the wooden sign broken,
to some gates just barely open, he disappeared into a door.
as i watched this young mister, he disappeared into a door.
not only this, for what was more:
here a vision most concerning, standing there with arm a'churning,
i saw a girl viciously attacking a sack stained with fur and gore.
'surely,' thought i, 'surely there is some other entrance,
let me see then, around this corner, i will venture to explore.
following the fence i will venture to explore...
and use the boarding pass at the door.'
once inside i saw no other, though happy giggles i heard them utter,
in there i chased my quarry, up the stairs through another door.
from room to room he did evade me, not a minute stopped or stayed he,
until the attic where he was waiting, on top of boxes stacked upon the floor,
boxes stacked to make a tiered platform upon the floor.
there he sat while i read some more.
then once more a puppy's crying brought me to a dirt piling,
i found the grave and with a shovel dug where it'd been dug before.
and then a voice spoke, cruelty laden, and i submitted, rather craven,
to a punishment from this maiden, a cold, deliberate downpour.
and though i cried in vain, they closed the casket lid once more...
to the clover fields of yore.
awake i startled, fearing plainly, for these kids had quite insanely
brought me here, or was i dreaming? i did not know for sure.
but if i'm seeing what i'm seeing, then i'm no ordinary human being,
for here i sit, tied up to a pole extending from an airship floor,
an unlucky girl tied to a pole extending from an airship floor,
is my mind lost forevermore?