Nights' Poetry and Lyrics

Thank you and sorry juicy about the quotes, I like quotes and . . . well anyway here is another one. *no more sig* sorry just get tired of typing it I am going to be cool about it can you :D :ninjacat:

I find myself confined
inside these castle walls
not knowing half the time
if it's me walking through these halls

Next thing I know
we have a new member
blonde hair, blue eyes
just another number

Time goes on
and we grow close
until one day
HE decides to go

Now the boy I used to know
has left me all alone
for a life that cannot be
I grew heartless like a stone

Seeking for my friend
I come across a town
inside of a computer
no memories have shown

He cannot remember
and therefore I must
make him remember
my chakrams I thrust

But now he remembers
too late it seems
I can't have him back
the friend of my dreams

Hope you enjoyed this little peom about AXEL . . . you thought it was Roxas at first didn't you. So sad, I guess I sympathize with him though. He was only seeking to get his friend back, the friend that as a nobody should have never been :cryinganime: sorry about the grammar, but going for an organization member is a bit harder considering the small amount of parts they play, oh well. And if you're wondering, this ends at the beggining of KH2 where Axel and Roxas fight the technically second time, seeing as the one in the alley wasn't a fight.

 

It's not as if you have to have a written signature at the end of your posts, dear. xD

Where was I? Ah yes.
Aww, the last poem was really sweet. I can honestly say that I'm becoming more impressed by your vocabulary, you're using a lot of alternative verbs etc. The only thing I noticed was that some of the rhyming didn't quite work, such as "town" and "shown", I don't know if you were aiming for an "a,b,c,b" rhyme scheme or just using similar words.

The second verse was really nice, especially the bit that said "just another number". It really expressed Axel's emotions about being tired and trapped in his life.

 

Awww poor axel I'll be his nobody friend DX I ahve blond hair and blue eyes ;) it was very good I loved it like all of your poems^^ keep it up I can't wait for the next^^

 

Night

This is a small poem of my favorite time of the day. No it's not based on KH, but it is based on me. I figure everyone needs at least one poem about themselves so . . . Here, nope still not gonna say it :D

Night is a cover
for those who are weak
those who are shallow
evil, or meak

But for me it's a scene
of pure happiness, delight
and that is why
I love so, the Night

Sorry if the last line isn't the best in grammar but it sounded like the best way to put it.

 

:=D: Your fave time is night just like me^^ me and you can hang out at the same place of night *lover of the night^^* keep it up and don't you stop^^

 

lol i guess its the three of us liking the night^^ nice poem by the way I can totaly understand what its saying^^ keep it up^^

 

Assassins Creed: When day turns to night

I have recently played and beaten Assassins Creed *the first one* and this is a piece I wanted to do for it. Here, no still not sayin it :D

When day turns to night
you'll be in a fright
with me and my blade
and the dark as my shade
you'll surely fall
as a childs toy ball.

Indefinite, decise
I cannot be nice
mercy I must forget
to take the target.

In the end
nothing can mend
the tear in my heart
from my dearly departed friend.

My master it seems
had some terrible schemes
and so is the end,
but also is the beggining. . .

I have also played AC 2 but will post on it later, for now let this sink in :ninjacat: and be like him < ninja is close to assassin. *also, if you read this juicy (of course you will) sorry for the mix up, I never read your profile so my bad, . . . I know now, what I should have known then (i think I heard that somewhere)* Anyway, aside from apologies *did I spell that right* Hope you liked this.

 

Assassins Creed 2: Born Again

Okay, as promised *not really a promise* AC 2.

Born again
I live once more
my blades my friend
I use no door

My family is broken
by an old enemy
I seek revenge
with help from family

One by one
my enemies fall
a plot I discover
I must take them all

In the end I am confronted
by a strange entity
one that controls
the world it seems

Back to the present
the enemies return
a new face in the lead
a new threat to learn

Barely escaped
how can it be
this is the end
but also the beginning . . .

Yes, there is going to be an AC 3. I discovered this while watching E3, it is called Assassins Creed: Brotherhood. It is going to be awsome and when I play and beat it you can expect another poem about it :D

 

The line "but also the beginning" messed with the entire rhythm you had going throughout the entire thing. There were a couple other lines that did that in the poem but it's generally a good idea to try and not do that.

 

Well that was the general idea on the last line, it is just one of those poems. I was just giving the slight hint that there will be more, because there will be another game, anyway it was just something I wanted to post not work on for a year and perfect :sweatdrop:

 

Never

Once in a while
comes a time in my life
where there seems to be nothing
but evil and strife

I focus on the dark
only to look towards the light
and realise in the end
there is nothing to fight

For me it would seem
there is but one end
a lonely soul
with a broken heart left to mend

Left with nothing
I have nothing to loose
so it seems it is time
a path I must choose

Which road will I take
one high, one low
I stare at it now
so now I must go

Never ending
Never bending
Never bleeding
Never Succeeding

. . . . Never is the path I have chosen

 

What if . . .

What if the world were dark and dim,
no light shining from within.
With every breathe that you take,
you fade away to an endless fate.
It seems to me that world is near,
chaos is roaring and causing fear.
If this is the path that we must take,
then I will not stray, I will not break.
. . .
What if there was someone to guide us through,
someone to be there, even when you're blue.
Someone who wields the power inside,
to fight off the darkness with one long stride.
As I look now beyond us, to the world outside,
I see him so clearly, his fate cannot hide.
For once in the shadows, he will break away,
and lead us all back, to the warmth of the day.
. . .
As the sun now sets, on my last day on earth,
I think back, to the time of rebirth.
I sit here and ponder, how much is real,
can one truly know, what one cannot feel.
And as I fade now, I rest,
for no one can best,
my favorite hero,
that was the deal . . .

Okay so recap, this is based on a short story I thought of in my head where the world is cast into the shadows for many years. Then one day a hero emerges from within and leads everyone on a journey back into the light. The here is struck down on the final stretch home, and the narrator realizes that the heroes life means more to the people than his own and so he trades his life to save the heroes. In the end the boy gets to see the light as the hero carries him out of the metaphorical door and into the light. The boy, sadly, leaves the world of the living soon after. He goes from being a nobody in the world of darkness, to a hero in the world of light . . . Kind of sad, I know. Well, enjoy ^_^

 

A Reprieve From The Darkness

For thousands of years
there are those who have feared
that the slightest of change
will cause so much pain

They kept us locked up
forever it seemed
until one day
a star shined and gleamed

That star was me
I had no choice
but to rise up against them
to raise up my voice

I spoke of a world
without fear, and with love
the people would not listen
to the voice up above

I would not give up
I would change things, no doubt
no matter how hard
I had to fight or shout

I broke free from the world
but had to leave them behind
as there minds could not change
now I journey to find

A place to live, far from here
a place with new people, and no fear
I am still searching for that place that I dream of
A Reprieve From The Darkness, a place full of love

Sorry if the ending wasn't that great. This is based (not entirely) on a book I like called The Giver by Lois Lowry. It is a great book with many lessons that everyone should learn (talking about what the main character learned not what everyone else believed). Anyway I don't do many poems about books but I am glad I came up with this one. Thank you for reading this, hope it inspires you.

 

I just read "A Reprieve From The Darkness" and liked the story being told very much. It was very easy to picture the events in the tale. It's good that you left some room for the reader's imagination (if that was your intent), but it also would've worked if you had fleshed it out a bit. Can't say what would have been better. Either way a good poem.

 

Sunday

Okay so have't posted for a while, but I have been thinking a lot recently. I have thought about what it is to follow the rules and stick to the guidelines lain out for us. I have thought about what it is to break those rules and guidelines. I have also thought about how you cannot have one without the other and so I had to make something to express how I feel . . . and on that note, I'm gonna rap-

I lived in the darkness
fed from the light
fled to the shadows
to duck from a fight

I gave up my courage
and here now it seems
that I have lost sight
of my once favored dreams

Though I hear that voice
in the back of my mind
saying step it up
you should step out of line

For what is it truly
to follow the rules
but to seek out attention
from pathetic fools

Don't take this to heart
as I still follow some
but to not break a thing
I'd as soon bite my thumb

For the sand will flow
through the hourglass of time
and as you may know
it cannot rewind

So if you would realize
and stop being dumb
only once a week
must Sunday now come

Yes, that was that and this is this . . . what it is. I just wanted to say that, if you feel like you are being pushed and shoved around by all these people telling you what to do it is (well not legally) okay to break a few small (very small) rules to feel free. Just remember to always stay within the boundaries of wrong and right. I show sympathy for the devil because he didn't know it was wrong (just go with it), but I show no sympathy for those who knowingly do something that is wrong just to do it.

 

Oh wow...I really love all your work! :3
I like the KH songs,and the one above about Sunday is really good!
Niiiice work hun :p

 

What is life?

Okay, so here is a poem about a thought I have been having. Misleadingly it doesn't mean anything, but everything as well. Okay . . .

What is life,
but just a summer's day.
I reach up for the light,
and it seems to run away.

At night inside my dreams,
a shadow will appear.
Though in the end it seems,
that I will show no fear.

For I know that deep inside,
that shadow is only me.
I cannot try to hide,
from this reality.

If only I could run,
to the ends of time.
If only I could leave,
everything behind.

I have to much to leave,
and so I have to stay.
Truly what is life,
but just a summer's day.

Okay so thank you for reading, and don't look for a meaning deep inside this poem. I am not going to. So let's just leave at that, okay?

 

Oh my gosh, I think I almost cried to these,
no joke.
These poems definetly come from the heart and the meaning is pure...
I just love your work, its rather beautiful...:D

 

True Love . . . Rap

Okay, so . . . never mind.

Did you mean a word,
when I said I heard,
that you were cheating,
my heart started beating,

Then you tried to say,
that it would be okay,
it's all a bunch of lies,
you loved me deep inside,

I believed you for a while,
I even tried to smile,
when I watched you drift away,
to another's arms today,

It was just a dream,
if only now it seems,
that you were truly mine,
our love was so divine,

I cannot last forever,
it seems my heart will break,
and now i'm looking at you,
your life is mine to take,

My heart again is beating,
as it did before,
it seems as though you're pleading,
for us to try once more,

I don't regret a thing,
even though I try to sing,
of the love that we once knew,
I must sit here and review,

all the lies that you have told,
all the truths in which you hold,
all the time that I have lost,
all of this and at what cost,

seems to be that you know,
the decision I have made,
seems to be that you see,
the glimmer of my blade.

That was . . . a rap.

 

Last two lines were my favourite ones in this new piece. Its rhyme scheme was unconventionally regular for a rap. It looked more like a poem at first glance, but a really good one at that. Keep on writing, man!