[PassionateWriter]

Anyone writes poems? 

Tanabe Hikaru does!


[b]Her warm peach lips press upon my fiery wounded skin, [/b]

Submerging my body within its loving touch, 

My eyes flutter close, sensing her tender frame glue upon my body,

Shattering my walls into several pieces. 

My scarred hand trails upon her naked heated skin, 

Gradually dominating her petite figure, 

Calmly burying my lips within her welcoming neck, 

Sensing her excited arms coil around my broad, thin back,

Our eyes finally meet, my dear, 

Our lips join together one last time, deeply locked in lust, 

Our body deeply connects, pressing tightly upon one another,

Our hearts finally connect.

The rain finally eases,

My eyes awaken, viewing the dripping ceiling,

Sensing my lonely soul within the room,

Finally, I arise.

Peacefully I sit upon a rocking chair, eyeing the vibrant land.

I sit and sit, waiting eternally,

[b]Until our souls join in heaven, my dear.
[/b]

[Heimdalic_Dreams]

I love poems! I love writing poems! I had a character dedicated to doing almost nothing but that. Let's see - I'll give you one I wrote a while back-

Cold snow on old stone

Blanketing, heavy, in comfort

The memory of Once Was

Resting in its hovel

Both laying without effort

Softly does the snow shift

Above its mourning bed

Slowly melting into the earth

Searching for...

Searching for...

Searching...

For that which lays beneath

Ever the coldest stone

A beauty upon the graveyard

A holy liquid, crisp and smooth

Feather falling slowly into

The open mouth beneath the soil

Lips most parched...

Drinking that which is offered

From the tears

Of the cold

Hours creep by

Snow slowly melting away

A moment, frozen in time

As even the Snow is forgotten

The years have all passed

The snow, the years... And the dead

Memories, all the same

Fleeting, now, yet

What was once cold

Now sates the dead below

No longer thirsty

Thanks to the warmth of

The sun, the passing moon, and

What once was

The sky shifts, unempathetically

And again, the season grinds

Fresh snow on a gravestone

What more can that possibly mean

As we're being reminded of

The journey of life

Beginnings and endings

Sunrises and sunsets

Of laughter and joy

Of raising and the falls

The spirit, still dead

Devastated and sundered

In the great beyond

Yet still here

A foot between the bars

Of Heaven's Gates

That awaits us all

When our time is up

And the cold stone below

Where all that made them whole

Is locked in a hole

A reminder that

Our lives are not our own

The only control we have

Is how we live them

After all

Upon this gravestone

Oh so old

Lies snow, surrounding it

Oh so completely

Beautiful and pure

Innocent and free

And best of all, when it melts

It washes away the dirt

The ground will be cleaned

The flowers come out

And once again

The seasons change

And all will be well

In this life, and the next

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- Heimdail Emeraldi
Mourning

[Heimdalic_Dreams]

I wanted to post another poem - A SUPER OLD ONE from when my character was a kid. 

I might have Rap Battled a witch named Love. And I

Might have won.

"Loveless"
As a lodestone in a river of needles

Their silence is telling, and true

Moving with the current

Pulling you away

Mesmerizing you.

Flowing with the flotsam

Jerking with the jetsam

Drifting away

Yet Magnetized

Collapsing into lungs

The needles, like swords of wind

Which pierce the skin, the flesh

And leave a wound which will never heal

Of pain and anguish, and mesh

It cuts

And bleeds

And drains you dry

So deep you know you'll never cry

Begging the ravens who watch above

To take you away in martyrdom

Yet that murder never moves

As the river of needles crushes you

Beneath their surface you descend

Hoping, at least, you'll begin again

-Heimdail Emeraldi

Rap God?

[Detective100]

You know what?
Why not?


"A captain's Eulogy"

One Two Four, the calamity came,

a child turned orphan, parents lost in flame.

Then a captain took in the lost, Vilhelm Von Mare his name,

and so begun the tale, of Stede Vane's fame.

Through guile and bluffs, he made a gamble with Misfortune,

with crew and friends, he won out with Fortune.

Then to Blackthorn Cove he went, against pirates he crossed,

too careless he was, and his leg was lost.

But the boy did not deter, still filled with mettle,

he strived anew on new footing, a cannon limb of metal.

Many battles he had faced, for riches and glory,

to recall them all, would be quite the story.

Then the boy grew, and age left its feature.

From father to grandfather, he became their teacher.

Riches and glory galore, yet what could be more treasured,

than the life of his descendants, with no expense measured?

And so the life of Stede Vane is about to come to its end,

An exchange for one to another, his grandson's freedom to defend.

For in truth, when pursued from villainy, from witches to crown?

There was no other way, to keep the old captain down.

[Heimdalic_Dreams]

I love you and your poem. 

Here's another one!!
   

"I do"

We stand before a silver alter

Of promises and vows and song

Held apart by a crushing distance

Between mountains of fate

That will soon, apart, fall 

Beneath a veil of white so tame

Pure in color and virtue and self-restraint

I catch a glimpse of the woman beneath

In past, a girl, dancing in fields

A future for me to keep

No words can describe the joy within

This churning and whirling and eruption

As I stand tall and stalwart and sure

My hands, lifting, strangely calm

Secure with you before me

Those very hands lift that very viel

Reveling a love and guidance and support

You felt fit to bestow upon

This mere man, once a boy

Yet now yours, as you are mine

To have and to hold

For better and for worse and in sickness and in health

Until death do us part

I will always love and honor you

For all the days of my life
And Beyond

I do

-A solemn vow, made true
Despite everything
Or perhaps
In Spite of everything
-Heimdail 

[Heimdalic_Dreams]

Stargazer

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I can list the stars by name,

From Aritha to Altier,

I'm aware of the paths they take

Upon the bright blue stairway of Kraus

I can know the secrets of men

By the gleam of their eyes,

Those shattered thoughts, their strange whims

Have made this Stargazer sad and wise and cross.

Yet your eyes are ever deep

An endless pool upon the oasis of the sun

They call to me in ways the stars

Simply cannot convey or transmit

No matter their twinkle,

their shine, their intensity

I find I know many things,

But as the years come and go,

I shall die never knowing

The feeling I long to know the most

Eyes that sparkle

Eyes that shine

Eyes that pierce through me

Each a pair of worlds

Nestled beneath darkened brows

Each tell you their hurt

Each tell you their pain

Each tell you their happiness

Each tell you their joy

Each tell you how they feel

Even if the stars might fall

All that's left of beauty

Would be right here before me

The most beautiful eyes

That have ever seen

I sink ever deeper, wading through

So mesmerized, I can no longer recall

Those colors branded upon your iris

The eyes burning away perditions flames

The eyes show the truth

The eyes show the pain

They can never be mine

These things, so much more

than I could ever grasp

For I am but a Stargazer

And though I should learn to be

Content within my post

I find my legs floating closer

Into endless twinkling abyss'

If I am but a Stargazer

Then perhaps I can still my heart

Placate myself by saying

These are the stars I have been looking for

Oh Aritha and Altier

This Stargazer has found you

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-Heimdail Emeraldi
Pining for something
He wasn't aware 
Was already
His