riVen

as i sink deeper into this exile
into my dark, dank despair
i find the illusion of reality
and gaping holes so big i cannot repair

as the loneliness increases the isolation
the seclusion brings nothing but mystery
my mind sees dark shadows growing
deepening my morbid despair

suddenly incomprehension decends like a blinding light
burning those chasms ever wider
yuor eyes suddenly conceal my sight
and i fall into the pool of yuor abyss
feeling your soul encompassing my own
riddening it of my staunch despair

this serinity seems so prestine
the silence turns to gold,
but silver raindrops,from your eyes grow

now my despair becomes you
so i let the light drive away my fear
for i shall not let you, my love
become riVen with despair

in my dreams your eyes are substansial
they build me into a mansion
and my fortress of frality and emanciation crumbles
before your love filled intensions

thus i turn to care

AND AS I SINK DEEPER INTO THIS SOLOITUDE,
INTO MY DARK, DREARY DESPAIR,
I FIND NOTHING BUT ILLUSIONS OF REALITY,
BUT I ALSO FIND YOU THERE

dodididodo

You're so great.. I write poems too but I'm not even HALF as good as you are.. Wish I could write like you! *hugs* and keep writing!

riVen

thanks for the time taken to read these random thoughts

Ps i am not a poet but..... here are some lyrics

lynn

i must say one thing: i have a brother who writes lyrics and poems.he his older than you but your way of writing and express yourself really reminds me of him.he teached me how to put in words my feelings, my wishes , my demons...so he's kind of a GOD to me, the only who really understands me.
this is what i have to tell you:riVen, you got yourself a fan: me! keep on the good work,don't give up.

and by the way:

"... And as i think deeper in this solitude
into my dark,dreary despair
i find nothing but illusion of reality
but i also find you there"

this really,really, really touched my soul...

riVen

thanx!!! poet lyrics thing is, by the way only a joke 'cause if ones lyrics are really good, another would consider them a poet. i however could never see myself as a Bishop, Wordsworth.... but i can certainly be inspired by them

riVen

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

johnny cash

part of a brillant song

riVen

and when the shadows fall
and when i walk out the door
i shall balk and stop dead still
looking into your eyes nevermore

the morning whispers in my silent dreams
i feel the dew caressing my ears
you watch me in the glory of the dawn
your gentle voice is all that i hear

why are you my constant star?
even when i don't seem to care
how can you light my hollow soul?
as i give you listless stares

the mists around my eyes lift
your touch is like a fabled gift
and as i warm to your stare
i feel safe in your lair

you twirl in sonmiferous fields of snow
in between flakes of silver and gold
the trees bow to your ambient laughter
and my mind soars to heaven

and when the shadows fall
i will approach the gates of heaven {"Three steps to heavn took 2 and sit
i shall balk and stop dead still { right back down again"}
returning to yuor eyes forevermore

riVen

all i have is night
where the darkness shall reign
i have no clear sight
here, my eyes see only pain

tonight, all that may be is not right
as you sit there in desolation
crying your flaking heart into my night
trying to hide as i pound on your isolation

and as your claws snake out from the dark
piercing the mists of your sorrow
my heart is pierced and shredded i
don't yet know if i can make tomorrow

the shadows burn through the fleeing darkness
the curtains flicker in the dying breeze
but i am as dead as that breeze
because you will not let me see your fear

my heart is empty, my bones are brittle
i AM ALONE.
i reside in darkness, inbetwween tears
i'm immersed in fear
no-one understands me.
i have no peers
but somewhere up there
in the clouds of silver and gold
i see a happy prince/princess with wings
soaring on the winds of a soft ode

" and when he gets to heaven
to St. Peter he shall tell
another soldier reporting, sir
i've served my time in Hell" [Russian soldiers prayer]

hence even in this scary reality
even in this threathning pain
i will not leave you
and things will never be encompassed by hard rain

riVen

'and when' i suppose is what it is called

and when you shall see yourself
all hollow and torn
you shall look through your eyes
to see one more folorn

Hiding in the shadows and hollows of time
are those whose world is decrepit
dying in the dark murkiness
aided by a world so septic

and when you stand there
feeling the tourching eyes/fires of the abyss
you shall urge the world to heal
but only cause it more hurt causing it to be more riVen...hence my name)

and when you see the gleeming eyes of light (diamonds could go here but i'll
bleeding from living in a world without sight (have to change the verse...later)
you shall see that into the light/ yuor eyes
shines the prettiest spectical of repulsion

and when you stand there
so tired of being alone
you shall be without spirit
fading away on a cool breeze
like an evanescent spirit

and when you have but yourself
then you will only have me
dangerously perched on a line of strumming strings
played by a life that is infinitely
played by lies that are in symphony

but in the end of this endless torment
you yourself will be of no matter
for you will have crumbled and died
hopefully having made your little sparows fly

me talking to me

riVen

Les cadeaux

the whispers shall be endless
the tears shall be dry
and i shall live forever
only to withdraw and die

the cries shall be silent
the joy shall be drowned
the sun claws it's way to the sky
only to breed the 'Kallus' shadows of the night

the joy shall bring despair
the love shall cause hate
only for my secret inspiration
would i sink into blight

the tears shall create thunder
that deafens the bright morning sky
the light shall be dark
making the people glitter in the night