A grasp of some of the poetry I have been writing the past two years. Comment on them if you wish. ^^

I will probably post and edit in more sometime!


* Forever friends
* A bunch of words
* Truth
* Hope
* My angel
* I, your burden



Forever friends

Never had I thought they'd breach
Never did I feel the need
Never did I meant to reach
The place my feelings seem to seed

Insane, confused, alone, a nut
I won't refuse the door is shut
Leaping through the needles eye
Hoping I will fit and fly

Knowing I might break untold
Fearing I might make a fold
Asking myself not to hide
Even though the shell descried

Weird is how I feel just now
Curious how I am right now
No, I say, I think it through
Yes, I feel without a clue

How do I now feel for you
Why do I now feel for you
All I know is to be true
Truth is that I do for you

So here I am, right on your wall
On the edge about to fall
But here I am and truth be told
Push me off or grab a hold

I wish to learn the life you live
I wish to read the book you give
I wish I could explain why now
But what's a better time to bow?

You're nice, kind and always bright
Am I a fool for trying to fight?
In any case, a curious race
my friendship will not ever erase



A bunch of words

Where ever I sway or whenever I go
Got no time, don't have no time tonight
If I ever make, if ever I set my wandrin' mind
I got no place, I don't have no place to run

Where there is hope, there's always a way
But there ain't no way, no hope, I stay
Stuck in this place, this home, this life of mine
Forever I am, just me, not ever anything more

How to progress, evolve, change for the better
When all you ever are, is yourself, just a letter
It can change, the substance, it might change in time
But never, not ever, does it change the ending part

I am me and you are you, we stay the same. Just us.
That is meant, the only thing that is meant. It's just.
Just a name, just a shell, to which we relate our inner hell

What is meant? You ask to me? I don't know, I just think
Nothing is, nothing is meant, it's like a present we share.
For ever we meet, we see, we feel, new things and learn
Nothing is, nothing is ever meant, I choose to believe

No way, there is no way to say the point I try to make
No hope, don't have no hope to say what is on my mind
I am wrong and you are right, there is no hope, no way
But why? It's just not meant to be, not ever meant to be.



Truth

Note: Some swearing involved.
http://www.dr-asrudin.nl/emo.txt


Hope

From root to top, the life the same
We act we walk, we want the same
Our wish to die, to stop one day
is strong for all, and never sways

Shall there once be, the soul that wants
that strives to live, that will walk on
no matter what, the one that will
to try to beat what we all share

within our body, and in our mind
our wish to die

...might fade tonight



My angel

My first ever poem and love poem.

Your soul spreads with the wind, I touch
An Angel you are, my angel
Your voice travels from above, I hear
An Angel you are, my angel

Tonight I wish for your descent
This night I wish you next to me
All night I want to be content
That I wake, and you is who I see

Your touch wakes up the world, I feel
An Angel you are, my angel
Your scent colors the heart, I smell
An Angel you are, my angel

I long for time, time spent with you
I make the time, all the time for you
The world is wrong, the bond with you
We can make it, we can be true

I'd sacrifice the world, my life for you
all you have to do, is ask me to...



I, your Burden

I am breathing in your neck forever.
Upon you softly, I excist to sever.

I seed sorrow, despair, confusion and doom.
I am the neverending veil. Your shadowy gloom.
I cloak your world and force you to feel.
The darkness upon you, bearing my seal.

I chase my goals and poison your soul.
I watch you wither in pain, I see you crawl.
I do not seek to create, I do not feed on power.
I seek to destroy and drain you in cower.

You can not hide from my unending presence.
You can not lie, can not deny that I am your essence.
I feed on your hate, your wish for me to die, to dissappear.
I laugh in your face, with sarcasm I instill you with fear.

I'm your burden, I'm your way.
You can not deny me my own play.
I force myself upon you and forever stay.
I have hunted you down and I stalk you like prey.

I am in your life, your thoughts and your dreams.
I grovel and grin when I hear your silly screams.
You try to fight but you can not win.
You can not deal with your own sin.

I squeeze you slow, I never stop.
I squeeze your life, for every drop.
Now wither soft and wither slow.
Endure my darkness in your soul.

The emotion really comes through clearly in these, DrA. They express both ends of the spectrum very strongly. You are obviously writing from the heart.

Thank you. :3

I currently don't write that much, I have a story stuck in my head and I haven't felt like I should start it already. So I am in a writing stale at the moment. When I find the time and space to put it on paper it will probably flow out as rivers of ink. I am already writing it, within me. ;P

Stephen King said something interesting about writing. Can't remember exactly how he put it but the idea was, that writing is in a sense a lot like archeology: You use only small tools when you dig, cuz you don't wanna brake whatever it is down there. So you have your little shovel and a brush of some sort. You keep digging and find a piece of pottery. You start thinking "Ah, this must be a part of a [insert thing here]!" Then you dig some more and find out that it was something else all together. So writing is discovering something that is already there. It's up to the writer to interpret it. Reminds me of Plato's concept of ideas...

I think that's part of what writing is. It's pretty hard, almost impossible, to come up with something truly original. There isn't a topic someone somewhere hasn't already covered. So I've kinda given up on that. What I do is, I tap into what I believe to be the universal language: feelings. Everyone feels joy, pain, sorrow, grief, envy, fear, love... That's something anyone can relate to. Often times I feel that the part of a writer is to be the fool who says out loud what everyone is thinking. There's a certain fearlessness you need, that you create, in order to grow as a writer. Lucky thing is, in a poem or a song you can say anything. The only restriction is yourself, what you allow yourself to feel. Then, what you allow yourself to express. Sometimes I've even scared myself after writing something. It just came as such a surprise, didn't have it in me.
So, to me, essentials for writing are open-mindedness and intuition. And the courage to follow through where ever that feeling is calling you to.

I myself am a writer also. I do mostly poetry and lyrics for songs. It took some time to find my voice, my style of writing. But I'm pretty good at it. Not genius, but very talented. And I've earned that with work. So keep at it Doc. I see you've developed your voice for yourself. I like your style.

Maybe I oughta post some of my work here... maybe later...

Ooh, I am always interested in reading other peopes poetry! But I know what you mean. It's hard to truely be original. But I do think I personalize all my writings, somehow adding my signature and twist to it. Everything I write I try not to think about at all, most poems I have written in one quick go, looking back afterwards only to fix spelling mistakes.

I do also realize I have a very noticable 'voice' in my writing style. I try to put pressure on certain words and allow for a certain flow which pretty much comes to me naturally. I have had it ever since I started to write in a serious manner. And the funny thing is, my dutch writing 'voice' is completely different. I don't like that voice at all, it's a stuck up voice full of air. Hence I tend to write in my secondary language, English, to the best of my abilities.

And hey, feel free to post your work. ^^