Poetry Masquerade's Poetry Thread

[Masquerade]

Hello everyone. My name is Masquerade. ^ ^ I am here to bring you some poems that I have written throughout my high school years. Some are pretty good, others not so much. But I'm going to share them all with you anyway, and if I manage to come up with some more, I'll make sure to add them. I should get involved in the Poetry of the Month thing. Hopefully, that'll put a smile on Mitsuki's face. XD Here's the first poem for my collection:

How I Wish to Fly

I gaze up at the dark, abysmal sky
with the ethereal moon aglowing.
How I long, I yearn, I wish to fly
with the clusters of stars that are showing.

How I wish to commute with the fluffiest clouds
so delicate to the touch.
I wish not to land amongst the earthen crowds,
for I would pine the cirrus too much.

Why were birds gifted with wings
when they do not deign to use them?
Through the air they soar, what freedom clings,
while to the ground I am condemned.

I blink my eyes, snap out of my daze
with my thoughts buzzing 'round my head.
I know one day my spirit will reach the Sun's rays,
and float through the skies when I'm dead.

~Masquerade

Oh, and feel free to post any opinions. I would sincerely appreciate them~

 

[Masquerade]

The Twilight is the Best of Times

Crystal shines
when daylight breaks
as rays of Sun
burst through the clouds
'Tis the light my crystal takes.

When night befalls my little town,
and the moon peers through the black,
and sends envoys of ghostly light
to shatter the stars at the speed of sound,
and take my crystal's shine back.

When twilight dawns on my little town,
surrounding buildings with orange and gold-
Both colors side by side,
and my crystal has the faintest glow,
a peaceful glow that puts my heart to rest.
It's only because that time of day
is when the Sun and the Moon coincide.

Oh how I wish my town to be twilight
with everyone gathered 'round,
on our way to Tranquility,
the people of the Sun and the people of the Moon
dancing across the ground-
Together.

But what's most important to me is my crystal,
and the twilight makes it the most glad,
and there is something about my crystal-
It's feelings are pervasive and spread
to those with pure mind and cleansed heart,
like me,
and I want them to feel joy, not dread.

~Masquerade

 

[Masquerade]

The Persistence of Emotion

Though the Sun beats down with its fiercest rays
and the Night obscures the skies--
With darkest shadows.
And though the stormclouds lock away peaceful days
in a Bastille only fit for the unwise--
Optimism will carry us through it.

When the sands of Time ravage the land
and the arid winds dry up the earth--
With the mightiest gusts.
When deities of light do not lend a helping hand
and plants wither, die, and do not see a rebirth--
Understanding will carry us through it.

Despite the shadow of Death taking a loved one
and the flames of Anger leading people into the abyss--
All of it stemming from dark hearts.
Despite all of this, we have won
and the emotion of Man now persists--
Love will carry us through...
To Victory.

~Masquerade

 

[Masquerade]

Fall from Grace

Sun dawns on a perfect world--
a world of pearls and jade and gold--
where warmth and comfort are everywhere
and joy and wonder surge through the air,
and the day never grows old.

What light through yonder window breaks
upon the cold, bleak world below?
It displays the truths of darkest deeds
emboldened by the hatred that all life breeds--
what do we have to show?

And one may argue yet
that there are those who do great things in this world--
some of our ancestors were angels, after all,
and we only answer to the most divine call.
The evil that has showed itself is the evil we have unfurled.

Blasphemy!
What reign of initiative did you take?
Lucifer's sweet words lured you to clasp
the evil ideals that are now in Hell's fiery grasp.
Fallen angels come awake!
And realize now your horrid mistake.

But though the truth does the world wrong,
it is our job, our duty, it is our place,
in this world to spread the light,
shatter shadows and banish night--
it is the least we can do; it is what is right--
as those who have fallen from grace.

~Masquerade

 

[Masquerade]

Dread the Wind's Touch

So cool and peaceful yet,
the colors fade away.
Superb view of the sky and the earth,
but something's strange today.
A change has arrived
that I can see--
my body's turned from green to brown,
and it's beginning to worry me.
The clouds begin to swarm,
and the callous wind picks up speed.
The weather's turning for the worse--
Protection is what I need.
So loosely here I hang,
my life, I feel, is coming to an end.
However, what a gentle death awaits me;
my broken heart will mend.
But why give up hope,
as long as I still live?
No matter how long the wind shall blow,
my persistence will not give.
And yet what life is this?
When I have to live in fear,
and fright,
and terror,
it's just too much!
When I have to live with the dread,
of the monstrous wind's cold touch.

~Masquerade

 

[Masquerade]

Truth Behind The Veil

I pass overhead
Just behind a cloak of lies
Looking down on them.

I am protected
From the tendrils of the truth
In my cloak of lies.

Away in safety
I do not have to progress
To unknown regions.

There in the darkness
Of the possibilities
I cower in fear.

Unprotected soul
Is at risk of certain loss
No cloak can hide it.

Though body remains safe
Right behind the cloak of lies
Truth shall pierce the soul.

~Masquerade

 

[Masquerade]

Puppetmaster

Watch the strings dancing
through the air, distraught by a
great refreshing breeze.

Dance to my whims, oh
foolish ones who dance a dance
of certain demise.

They can never see
the one pulling the strings that
controls their movements.

Foolish ones rise up
and sever the bonds that hold
thee bound to the earth.

Puppetmaster left
alone to grieve and despair:
"God, what have I done?"

Solidarity.
One who controlled others can
not survive alone.

One puppet remains.
But not a puppet any
longer--just a friend.

The puppetmaster
has no more puppets for he
has severed the strings

that kept the souls from
ascending to the place where
they truly belong:

Heaven is in reach.
At last. Paradise has come.
The strings welcome peace.

~Masquerade