Winter Black

[Jean]

does King Loki have any relation to Lokis?

[Candice Dionysus]

"King Loki" is the Norse God, actually. The poem is supposed to represent those who follow him, and wish his freedom and the coming of Ragnarok.

[Jon]

I am sorry now that I waited so long to see the updates in this thread.

Great work!!

Please excuse my absence though there is no good excuse.

[Candice Dionysus]

It is forgiven, Jon, dear. Thank you very much.

[Jon]

I shall remember from here out.

[Candice Dionysus]

My Mind Screams
My thoughts, they work obtusely,
I just have to tell you shut it
As you jabber on inanely
I just might lose my mind

My heart beats erratic
As I stand here beside you,
I want to kiss you fiercely
So that you’ll be quiet.

You can’t begin to fathom
Just how much I feel it,
In every waking moment
I want you to shut up.

Can’t you understand this?
Comprehend the words I’m saying?
You must think I’m nagging,
But I know I’m going insane!

Its not that I hate you,
It’s just that I don’t like it
When you constantly prattle
On and on again.

As my mouth covers yours,
And our tongues clash at war
You finally quit your chatter,
And my mind screams its victory!

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I shared this with some people Monday night (for the full scoop on Monday night, check out the Dixie Pig lounge), and they really seemed to like it. One girl said it was amazing, and Brandon really seemed to like it, too. So I'm happy.

This was written at random intervals at work, over the course of a week.

[Jon]

I LOVE this one Can!

"And our tongues clash at war"

[Candice Dionysus]

I'm glad, Jon.

[Candice Dionysus]

Dangerous

Live a little dangerous,
Try a little hard,
Run a little further,
Fly a little far.

Freedoms for the living,
Dyings always free,
Tomorrow never comes
'Cause its already today.

My journey never ends,
And nothings ever free,
But I keep pushing onward,
'Cause its my spirit I set free.

I'll live a little dangerous,
'Cause you only live just once,
And the danger raises spirits,
Now and forever.

[Candice Dionysus]

Shaman

Blue eyes sparkle wide,

Shimmer and shine in the light,

His body turns, unnaturally twists, to the tune in his mind,

Sink down so low, rooted in,

Shoot up so high, star in the sky,

Rhythmic heartbeat, shimmy shimmy,

Stretch and roar, controlled chaos in a long body,

Free, like freedom, but unable to fly,

Free like freedom, free,

Closely guarded insanity,

And the soul of an Angel,

Bound in flesh, and blood; in skin,

Unnatural beauty, the

Effeminate man, so sage,

Shaman of the future,

Sheppard of the lost,

Here to save my life,

And I hope he never

Stops.

[Jon]

Nice one Can! But why is a Shaman viewed as effeminate?


Just wondering. I still like it!

[Candice Dionysus]

The shaman being referred to is viewed as effeminate because he is effeminate. My Shaman is someone very special to me, to the point where if he asked me to marry him, I would say yes. And yes, he really is a Shaman.

[Jon]

I see dear. It was not a generalization. Thank you for displaying your talent.

[Candice Dionysus]

Yes, it is written specifically. Thank you for asking.

[Candice Dionysus]

Awakening

Your touch has pierced me like a scream,
However, why I cannot say –
It sent shivers up my spine, and
It ran me through like a dream.

Your voice has sent me over the edge,
Into the abyss I’ve dreaded,
The part of me who’s scared and alone
Couldn’t bear to peek over the hedge.

You’ve driven me mad with nary a thought,
When all I’ve wanted all along
Was sanity and order, the path I was on,
But you saw I was always sad.

Your life has changed mine with a bang,
I can’t remain, but can’t complain,
About the way that I once was,
Or the way I turned out when you sang.

[Candice Dionysus]

Trust

With a voice deep as the fountain of youth
You drove the point home to me.
Always remaining honest but couth,
You told me there’d be hell to pay.

Always so kind about my troubles
You offered many ways to help me.
I’d watch you, envy you, and all your neat baubles,
But I never once took your advice.

I’m sorry, my love, my darling dear,
I should have listened long ago.
I should have done what was whispered in my ear,
And took those suggestions to heart.

But I hear you now, and I want to change, and get better,
I want to fix the problems you didn’t need to point out.
I understand now, and I’m trying, I hope it matters,
Because I don’t want to lose you over something so dumb.

[Candice Dionysus]

Delicate Lace

I could not quell the purple rain,
I could not make it go,
No more could I hold the winds at bay,
Or prevent the tide’s getting low.
I could not stop my flowing tears,
As they began to streak my pretty face,
And you couldn’t understand my wild emotions,
Ripping loose from the torrent like delicate lace.
Its not your fault its raining purple,
Its not your fault I’ve let loose to cry,
Please don’t feel bad when you see my tears,
Because even the sky deigns to cry sometimes.
Don’t take it so seriously when my eyes are wet,
Don’t feel you have to comfort me,
Because it isn’t so bad to let it all out,
And I’m not always sad when I cry, you see.
I could not quell the purple rain,
Again, my eyes began to swell,
And back have come those diamond tears,
But it’s not so bad, I hope you can tell.

[Candice Dionysus]

Oh-So-Perfect Lust

The beast is near, with hair like fire
Stronger now, like my desire,
Gaining speed like I gain lust,
And breaking sweat, as we must,
Finding time to clear the room,
Creating ways to prevent doom,
Licking wounds and licking bodies,
Wearing each other’s scents like trophies,
Twisting and grinding like snake,
And all the while its love we make,
Others make misery, and some make war,
But if everyone was just a caring whore,
This world might be a better place,
And humans might be a better race,
No more fighting, no more shovers,
Because all the world would just be lovers.
My beast is here with hair of flame,
I’m always going to love him the same,
He’s got the right idea of life,
With more like him, there’d be no strife,
We all would care, we all would love,
And none would push, none would shove,
There’d be no reason to fight or hate,
We’d all find home past Heaven’s Gate,
Imperfect love, imperfect trust,
But I tell you, oh-so-perfect Lust.

[Candice Dionysus]

“Home”

Autumn stirs the air come midnight,
while I watch the leaves blow past the stars,
the blue-black sky looks so serene,
like Wonderland could be on the other side,
but I’ve yet to see a more peaceful scene,
and I hope tomorrow never comes,
so I can stare at this perfect view,
as the moon floats at high noon,
as the stars slowly seems to revolve,
when its really me who’s revolving from them,
so far off like little gemstones,
sailing through my vision in the darkness
guiding my way to better places,
leading me far from what’s supposed to be “home,”
but they say that home is where the heart is,
and my hearts up there in the sky,
so autumn stirs the air come midnight,
and I say my goodbyes.

[Candice Dionysus]

Nightmare

I have a dream,
But it’s more like a nightmare,
No, it’s more like life.
I have a feeling,
No, it’s more like a hunch,
And soon turns to terror.
I have a vision,
Yes, that’s the right term,
It shows me something I couldn’t imagine.
It shows me myself,
Years down the road,
I look like hell,
And I don’t look myself.
My eyes are dead and lifeless,
My hearts broken like glass,
I’ve accomplished none of what I wanted,
And I’m treading the completely wrong path.
My demeanor is cold and wary,
And I’m so not who I want.
It scares me more than anything has in my life.
It’s a sign from above,
It’s telling me to change,
Just like my Shaman, who’s not in my vision at all.
I can’t be that person,
Doomed to obscurity and depression like that.
I can’t let myself get to the point where the light’s gone from my eyes,
And I look like I’ve given up the will to live.

[Candice Dionysus]

Adventurous Soul

I look upon the sky to the heavenly bodies
To find my soul again, you see
It wandered off, it’s gone astray
It should be here with me, now
How ridiculous it is to think
It should have a mind of its own
To leave my body and go off adventuring
Leaving me here to sit at home, while
My soul has the fun, and I’m left to hold
Down the fort yet again, my friend.

[Jon]

I LOVE the last poem. I love the concept of it as well!

[Candice Dionysus]

Thanks Jon. <3 My favorite is actually Delicate Lace, because its an explanation of myself.

[Jon]

The last one just makes me think of all the things a soul can do, and all the things one cannot do without a soul.

[Candice Dionysus]

That was the intent. Which makes me laugh every time I think about my friend Donald selling me his soul for a Burger King value meal. The motion sensing light where he lives doesn't turn on when he walks by anymore, which is really funny. And kind of scary.