Roso's Inked Thread

[Rosogmios]

Hey, I've been comming to this board for close to 6-8 months now, never post just like to watch, but I decided to post some of my poetry. Some of of it older, a year or more, then some is new, will explain if I can what I was going through when i wrote it.

I wrote this one about a year ago or so, had gotten into writting a few months post

Journey to darkness

I lay peacefully in the waters so warm around me, and soon the darkness disturbs my rest. I dare to stand without the light and the world so frail swells to rush around my somber glance. I need the aid of feeling hands, yet they touch blindly and I know not whom I am. I stand away, beginning to relieve my aches, and I am distanced from the trouble that once knew me. My thoughts unclear, I lose the way and in darkness, no rest do I find to ease the burden. Soon I find a pool, with glass surface unbroken, and a reflection of what I was and where I was headed. But what lies beneath is what catches my mind, a sleeping fool who knows not of love. His world is broken; no joy to him is spoken, so I sought to lift him from his doom! But he would not stir and I could not touch him, he seemed so happy in his tomb. My rest now complete yet my burden, not gone, I cannot bear to stand. I fall to the pool; I kiss the surface, and then the dream is shattered. Light breaks my vision and I find myself below the depths again. I sit, my burden suppressed, and choke back the memories of my journey. I realize I will not venture again to that bleak place until the water turns and I cannot swim there. What is life and love if there is no chance to grasp them? A tomb of memories set free by the darkness of sleep, and a life wasted as the light that tries to touch the deep.

[vonstalhein]

HUzzah indeed. I like the whole reflection thing, and the 'tomb' theme. Quite eerie, and the imagery is pretty well done too.

[vonstalhein]

I just wanted to reiterate how much i like this. Does no-one else?!

[Rosogmios]

This is one that wasn't very good I thought, but will share it anyways, was away for a week at a camp and was laying down in the baseball field around 3am and just watching the stars

Blink
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I feel as if I were empty, such as a man who has lost his wife. I wish to be filled, with something. I search, I look, I find nothing to my likings. I look for something to fix the puzzle that has been created through the trifling and the trouble.

I found one last night while looking up. I saw the stars, ah! Glorious stars, shining endlessly, beautiful, and bold. These stars, so bright and powerful, they leave out of breath and numb below the neck. Oh how I wish to see each one, but no... The forces unseen stop me, what might they be? Love, hate, shyness, which one hinders my ultimate thoughts?

That night though was mine, something to watch and stare at. I looked for the longest time, Time it was not there, nothing to stop from watching. As I continued I saw figures, the Bear, the Bull, the Scorpion and the Fighter. Oh how I loved them all.

I blinked. Bah, the blasted blink, the split second of a moment where everything left my sight. I opened my eyes again after what seemed an eternity and found myself lying on the ground with my hands under each other under my head. I must not extinguish what I see before me now. Continuing my search of the stars, the shapes change and the stars move. I see more. Figures to shapes and clusters to animals, I see a women now. She takes form. I see everything, anything, all my eyes can soak in, all I need. This woman is of nobility long lost ages ago. She is proud and rightfully so, with a figure to leave you in awe, eyes to set the great sky to shame, hair to block out the fiery sun with golden flames, and a face that even the most noble of Kings would agree, they are not worthy to look upon it.

I cannot look away, thank god. This face is glory, WAIT! I see light, a light to east, NO! the sun is here to chase away my stars, the beasts in the sky, the women of glory is fading in the morning light. How can this be? This cannot be, but alas, it is. The women fades to nothing, and the stars to blue, I lie there and cry because now I am left there with nothing but my cold back and the memory of her. I will keep the memory forever, nothing can change it even newer ones will not block out the angelic women of the stars.

My eyes hurt.
I blink.

[J.R.V.A.]

I blink.... I really like your stuff, sorry It took me so long to reply. Please post more, thanks