Khnite's Poem

Khnite's Poem *updated August 12th, 2009*

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, maybe a year a two ago. Anyway it reminds me of Kingdom Hearts.
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Moving closer to impending doom
Guilt and greed moves us on,
We fled but face the evening dawn
Quivering and racing towards our death
Asking for forgiveness, we try our best
Such grief and sadness we hold in our hearts
We shall always be apart in mind
Hate and curses that controlled us
Shall make our souls, forever bound
Last two we jest until one falls
But end up that we both don’t stand at all
Two hearts competing, two friends now rivals
A fate not as cruel as the one that had past
A love that would never last

 

well for me, i think about how Riku and Sora had to fight against eachother because each of them thought they had the right to have the keyblade, from the first game. it might no be so clear but for me it is. >__>;
I feel like they had a powerful bond that was put on the line because of keyblade. But thats my intrepertation, it can seen in many different ways.
Also, after i written written this poem, it reminded me of KH. At times i have no idea what my poems mean until later. i kind of write poems when the inspiration hits me. look at me i keep babbling on and on.
so i hope cleared up and answered your question. if not, i'll try to explain it more if i can.

 

Another poem but its a little dark, so BEWARE!

thank you shadoweddestroyer, Dark Riku, and Kairu for the comments. it makes me happy.
i have a lot of poems to share so i can post some more later on. in fact here is a recent one i have written:

The Gateway to Hell

The gateway to Hell,
It’s a beautiful place, this gateway to hell. It is ageless and condemned for no one really appreciates it.

This is the place where fallen people walk past who were notorious for their sins. They are rapist, killers, drinkers, abusers, the damned and the non-religious.

They walk through this gate and never notice its features for it is the last decent thing to see before they disappear. Then the nightmares begin and storm of eternal pain commences for their souls, banished from the earth.

No letters, no lovers, no mothers can reach here for nothing can pass the gateway to hell. For the fallen is haunted and shall haunt others, it is their curse, their price.

The gateway to hell is flawless and grand. The height is colossal and overwhelming. No scholar can define it, no radar can detect it.

The gateway that swallows the fallen is a beautiful place, but no one really appreciates it.
A satirical laugh can be heard from the inside.

 

yes, i do. ^_^

 

Rhyme that is Out of Line

Lazies and daisies come to the parries where snow blows up in the noon.
A second, a blip you see the swing hip of jolly yet folly raccoon.
Jigsaws and pixels are ramified crystals at a query space rental.
The clouds seem so shady while they all cry out “Old lady”, as the moon silently waits for a tune.
Crazy old radios succumb to the facade of coyotes’ rambunctious balloons.
As I try to rhyme, I realized that its not always divine.
A cornerstone of my mind might see it as sublime but that should be a crime in this day of time.
You have to sing this in a sing tone voice to make it sound like a good choice.
I love how this going this is quite a showing of what I know not to do.
I thought the conversation was engaged but the one I spoke to was rearranged to a book of smarts; I rather eat tarts than start on a pedestal of haze.
Yet I crave for a cookie or two or three as long as its soft and snookie for me.

 

I haven't updated for a long time. >__>;
But i will try to post more poems when I get the chance.

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Obsession​

Obsession, obsession. I see a progression from crazy to insane.
It twinkles with madness, it twinkles with glee
A soft breeze, wrapping my head in a cloud of ecstasy.
Love, love. I see blindness from the truth to lies.
It causes denial, it causes fantasy.
Heart clenched in anxious yearnings for intimacy.
Thoughts, logic, meaning are non-existent in this world.
All that matters is an object, a person.
A life that is not bounded by rules of human kind,
for those rules are ridiculous anyway.
Nectar so sweet that it evaporates and with a slight intake of breath, you would be in heaven.
A dirty obsession, a love not so kind.
One that has possessed my mind.
I wish, I wish someone could stop the bliss,
For I am addicted to it, craving for it.
In the end I am left with a bitter taste that no one could ever forget.

 

Yay another poem!

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Another Day

Ripples widen as the water spreads
Mechanically, soullessly.
Tears from an orphaned son that had his mother,
taken away by the morning sun.
Rusted, dried for nothing can hide.
One day after another they speak to him.
The crows mock, the coyotes laugh,
Nature as cruel as it can get.
Droplets fall off winter leave,
The dry earth drinks it greedily.
No time to waste, all for that face of dear and bitter content.
Hunger and change will rage down the page,
Nothing seems to be going his way.
Hours of walking, hours of talking.
The birds are still mocking.
Prickly leaves jump heavily as the wind from the west
Begins its usual test.
One day he woke up from a dream and thought he saw misty steam,
Floating around the cherry tree.
It felt so dense, it felt so warm.
Milky as a white snowstorm.
Heart rapidly beating as he fell off the ground rocky floor.
No pain, none at all.
He looked up, staring at the rocky moon,
The coyotes are still laughing.
Will this end; his mind is near the end.
Messes being up, clueless and can’t make up.
Which way to go, which path to seek.
Weak he thought, pathetic he yelled.
Carelessly whipped out from the rain.
His mind was slowly going insane.
Was it a new strain of drugs or pills?
Was it a new feeling or dreaming?
The sun hasn’t shown for a while at home.
Maybe this is a new day for him, a new life.
Freedom? But it didn’t feel satisfying, it was mortifying.
He clung on to the pillow, weeping a little, not knowing what to do.
Sadist and whiners go out to the diners to have a sip of whiskey and gin.
A hawk cries out as he is on the prowls for a rigid meal.
What's the deal, doesn’t even sound real.
His mind is drifting further and further from the so-called truth.
He took a breath and said his goodbyes.
Laying in the darkness where he happily resides.

 

An Empty Canvas

My heart feels woes and pains because I have gained nothing more than hot air.
I batted and chatted and he grew angry by my careless whim.
Was I too happy or was I teasing him too much?
What did I do, my dear, to make you so livid?
I feel a taint of guilt in my throat.
A tinge of regret, I reach to grab the last few words that slipped out of my lips.
Now stuck posted for the world to see.
I lie low in shame, feeling the blame wielded up inside my padded ribs.
I slash my sides and the cut, oh how it stings, to let out my tinge of heartache.
But nothing comes out and I am left unstained.
I want to wrap my arms around you and protect you from the mind that makes you feel like nothing, want nothing, be nothing.
Let me kiss you pale cheeks that are drenched with sadness.
Please, I want joy to rush and give you color to your face, my dear.
Please let it enter and fill the empty canvas, so I can create a masterpiece that would make you smile for an eternity.