Carthraziel Posted April 11, 2014 Report Share Posted April 11, 2014 Is this the end? Where the world stops? But going on Immortal. Witness to the never ending, constant cycle Fire and growth, Birth and death, Shattered soul, bruised again. Fragmented mind, Unbound from time. Chained to watch Eternal, alive. 7th time from the ashes, grey and cold. Living with fire Unburnt and old. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonbeam beth Posted April 14, 2014 Report Share Posted April 14, 2014 Thank you for sharing, 7th time from the ashes, is something I can relate too... May I ask what the inspiration behind your poem, and your expression was... Well wishes, moonbeambethx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted April 18, 2014 Author Report Share Posted April 18, 2014 I thought about this for a while and I can't really pin point an inspiration, and be consise at the same time. I don't want to ramble on and on. On a reoccuring and regular basis my moods shift into this really distorted, heightened and near psychotic sort of state. It may or may not be linked to depersonalization, it's is also like having access to my unconscious dreaming mind when I am awake. This state totally shifts reality into a different order, things mean different things, things that are significant to the normal are suddenly irrelivent. Suddenly I am overcome by ideas that the lines on the palm of your hand are a map of your life, we just don't know how to read it. And I feel so certain of this that I feel my time would be best spent trying to decipher that rather that get up and go to work the next day and be normal. I ask myself, would I rather die having gone to work for a massive company in which I am insignificant or would I rather die having deciphered the map? So.... yes I am in this totally bizzare state of mine when I write any poetry, and it always comes out better than when I write poetry with a normal frame of mind. As for the context, I liken these cycles of moods to the activity of a volcano. So this poem is situated somewhere along the lines of volcanos, dragons, phoenixes, and a bizzare state of mind. The 7th time for the ashes I think is the number of times I've felt pushed to the point of near suicide.... or the amount of times I've burnt up and renewed again.... I'm not really sure I don't analyze my own poetry Thanks for your interest though. I'm glad someone is reading. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonbeam beth Posted April 19, 2014 Report Share Posted April 19, 2014 Soory, yes, questions as such...thank you for understanding and not just ending this with, no, mind your own business, Read the poem, as you do!! Totally wonderful, thank you for giving so much, and much makes sense, even though we are new to each other...Hope that you find ways to be both, map reader, and worker in the world...how cool to have the access to the pre-conscious, with clarity and presence, I am intimidated! lol, but in the good way... I am sure this is not so cool for you to experience many times in your life...may I extend a wish for this to always be 'do-able', if that makes sense... Yes, I read, and felt drawn, felt, a connection to the phrase... Well wishes from me x Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BVBarmygirl Posted April 26, 2014 Report Share Posted April 26, 2014 This is a really beautiful poem, I love it, well done, and thank you for sharing! Please post more Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted April 26, 2014 Author Report Share Posted April 26, 2014 Thank you so much BVBarmyirl ))) Usually when I write poetry I don't really compose it I just write and then I shut the book and don't look at it for a few days. Then when I re read it I can see if it's any good or not. Here is another one I did a few days ago Here again Darkly familiar home. Walking delicately on the edge. Scalpel sharp Hauntingly inverted, Lit from beneath. I can enter the inversion Or turn to the abyss Incessant screaming black hole. Ever present friend. Diving in, no way back Maddness personified Blood running black, Buzzing, looping circular Endless time. Tears of adrenalin exhausted energy Where do I go? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted April 29, 2014 Author Report Share Posted April 29, 2014 I did some more words. I walk the BorderlineGrey maladyPsychedelic existanceFever pitched coloursFeeligns flowing like water.Of course it is timeless.Timeful.Impossible to decipher,Difficult to care.Between normality and fantasy. Reality check!It's ok no one's noticed. Wandering, wanderingattending,unattended.Ever chaos. Never calmBeautiful heightened perfection.Distored, nonsensicalBeyond and overUnder and Back again.It's never saidWhat kind of 'line'the Borderline is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted May 5, 2014 Author Report Share Posted May 5, 2014 Limbs are made of stone Body grey and dead The mind and absent cloud, behind the veil. Coal flying Leaving smokey charcoal trails. Silence. Too silent. Unbearabley still. Charred landscape burnt to ash. From the ashes, glazed eyes. Empty, and void. Gradual dusky grey. Smouldering, smoking, Post chaos apocalyptic Beginning again Again beginning Plane walker, Planar bound, unbound. Ghostly and Intangable. Not dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maddy harper Posted May 18, 2014 Report Share Posted May 18, 2014 that's really good. i like that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted May 19, 2014 Author Report Share Posted May 19, 2014 I am in a dark patch.... this came out.... I am the shadow in the dark Ancient claws upon your heart Darkened in the quiet night Non-existant, out of sight. Never seen and never heard Ever present grey unearthed Behind the soul, beneath the mind Outside space, outside time. I am the shadow in your head Never living, never dead Blackened shadows, dark and thin Dusty foot prints beneath your skin. Primal being, monstrous, true I swear I will never be you! Scattered illusions, blinded, unseen, I didn't notice when you became me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maddy harper Posted May 26, 2014 Report Share Posted May 26, 2014 all these poems are really good i really like the shado's in your head one that line jumped out at me when my screen reader said it keep writing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted May 30, 2014 Author Report Share Posted May 30, 2014 Here are some more words Do you know the dead eyed look? When the soul inside has died. Expressionless the person lives Denying they survive. Wordless concepts scream for life Fractured and fragmented. Cold as death, a mental quiver Ruptured and tormented. Splitting soul, eleven ways Indefinable pain. Dispersed the pieces scatter But survival finds a way. All the while a storm becomes, Greater than you could ever know. Held within the dragons eye The mortal eternally alone. Amiss in this arid land In unending desolation. A microcosm for greater life the souless one was shaken. All this behind the eys of a creature chained to life. Internally shattered but physically whole. Shifting to the sky. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted August 1, 2014 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2014 Spectrum:Saying 'I' narrows the spectrum of your being all th way down to an unchangable, stagnant image. One that is sought to be maintained, regardless of consequences. Saying 'we' widens and widens So that all the beings in your spectrum have a voice. Daiglogue, change, expansion. Limitless we can be everything in our being, and more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
silent girl Posted September 7, 2014 Report Share Posted September 7, 2014 "I loved your "Inversion or abyss" oh to run on the meadow instead ;-) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted September 29, 2014 Author Report Share Posted September 29, 2014 Thank you so much Silent Girl : )))))) It's been a while. We are many, but one. One entity but many.... Together we all live But it is not enough. The company of each other is not enough Hunger in the soul Running so deep it is part of the landscape. The Grand Canyon Of which nothing can fill. Irritated, frustrated. If only it were possible to die from nothingness Then there would be peace. But together we writhe In a space that is paradoxically Too small, and too big. Swamped by each other But straying too far leads to despair. Calling out in the emptiness we try to find each other Clinging like helpless infants But the company of each other is not enough. And with that void swirling ever closer The eternal black hole We must work together to get away. Because we know, we all know.... That even inside the black hole There is no death. There is no end. Arguments ensue We are bound too tightly We cannot breathe Our voices scream to be heard over each other Until all of us are tired. And we cling out of comfort, But desperately want to let go. There is no ‘worst’ stage, We argue, We drift apaprt We bind together We are nearly engulfed We are engulfed We escape We argue..... Each brings its own peace and its own torment. It is unending. 2 Dragons, 3 Angels, Vampire, old woman, Human and a snake Who do you think can shout the loudest? In a world of creatures that change shape and landscapes that don’t stay the same? Whoever is drowned out gains more powers Until they hold the others in a vice. None can be ignored, and all have a voice. There is no peace, and no rest. I am tired. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted March 18, 2015 Author Report Share Posted March 18, 2015 Hello again everyone. Another poem. A thousand words left unsaid Dancing menacingly about my head. Echoing off cavernous walls, Burning brightly before a fall. Etched into internal bone Never freed from their home Many voices held within Escaping only through broken skin. Like hieroglyphs, the words unreadable Communication is unmistakable. Like weathered rock the skin heals Unspeakable words beneath a seal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flower1111 Posted May 24, 2015 Report Share Posted May 24, 2015 Beautiful words and Poetry,,im creative with Poetry and writing aswell but find the mood has to take me along with all my other mood swings. I get blocks then can write some inspiring stuff!!!. Lovely Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carthraziel Posted February 15, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 15, 2016 No one knows I’m really dead The world just ends beyond my head. They see a smile, I am a hole. They see a human. I have no soul Focus on what’s good and pure. What if none of that matters anymore? In the end it’s just the same. Nothing matters anyway. I see beauty, they see a girl. Desperate dreams become unfurled. Shredded to tatters, confetti sized, There is nothing behind the eyes. Not even a wall to block things out, There is no music, there is no sound. Just a void where a light once shone, Don’t bother. She’s already gone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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