Tales of Beedle the Bard

t3hplatyz0rz · 02-11-2010, 12:58 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Paloma

Wrong.

Sorry about that. I just couldn't find very much concealed meaning in it, but I found a lot of atmosphere. So I assumed that is what you were going for. And I do know artists who go for that.

~~Sansa Stark~~ · 02-11-2010, 01:35 PM

It's alright

I was gonna give an explanation of their meanings but I got lazy and just said naw dude

OceanAndSilence · 02-12-2010, 06:51 AM

screw explaining the meanings for other people yo

DiSTANToblivion · 02-12-2010, 06:56 AM

Never tire of reading something new Paloma. The style that you write, I'm liking that a lot.

~~Sansa Stark~~ · 02-16-2010, 01:49 PM

BLEHHHHHHHHHHH!

a few:

simple nights spend
in the currency of terror,
and I cling to my bones and skin,
all courtesy belongs to error,
I can't seem to fit,
although I fold this hand.
I will make me over,
and all glory be,
these chemicals pick up where I belong,
the magnets kiss their feet.
Modelling this skeleton,
I find worlds through bone,
words are home.
I can see the appeal in reaching hands
but I don't stop for anyone,
not anymore, as this road
can only lead to your door.
fickle fingers make me drown faster,
faster still

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Bone atop bone
Those piles of bones of
all of you I leave behind
I build the ladder to the sky
but I'll settle with the clouds
if only to dance on spines
of the flocks below
And the blood stuck on my fingers
the purest parts of most
the medium to paint a free life
from there on forward is the canvas
The mouth makes room for the teeth
this woman has made flesh her feast.
-----------------------------------
The heart repeats the sounds
come home, come home
and empty lungs
no scream escapes
for the sake of hands
the heart, in search for words
once was common find.
Scissors talk like knives
and here, I lose my wings.
a gravity in silence
And the speak of pretty collections
the galleries of love, of everyone
and like a knife in the belly
repeat the sounds
come home, come home.
---------------------------
he’ll be boring in the morning
and I smile still everyday
and just because it goes on
I do too.

But at night I dream of the sails
to make use of days of wind
I spread my hands under the sea
taking salt to cleanse my heart

All I wanted was a crown of daisies
a field for me and you
but when I wake up
I’ll buy some cigarettes
and sing those old songs
it gets me out of bed

Arya Stark · 02-19-2010, 01:29 PM

Quote:

simple nights spend
in the currency of terror,
and I cling to my bones and skin,
all courtesy belongs to error,
I can't seem to fit,
although I fold this hand.
I will make me over,
and all glory be,
these chemicals pick up where I belong,
the magnets kiss their feet.
Modelling this skeleton,
I find worlds through bone,
words are home.
I can see the appeal in reaching hands
but I don't stop for anyone,
not anymore, as this road
can only lead to your door.
fickle fingers make me drown faster,
faster still

This one is my favourite of the ones you posted.
I like the way you wrote it.
I like the vocabulary you used.

~~Sansa Stark~~ · 02-19-2010, 01:41 PM

<3

Arya Stark · 02-19-2010, 01:45 PM

I ask everybody, not to be a bitch, but did you make it lowercase on purpose?
I do that sometimes, I feel it adds a different feel to my poetry.

~~Sansa Stark~~ · 02-19-2010, 01:55 PM

Sometimes I capitalise and sometimes I don't. I always do it on the I's, I think. I just find it more aesthetically pleasing, for the same reason I don't Americanise my spellings. I also just let it spill out basically, sometimes I edit later, other times not.

Arya Stark · 02-19-2010, 01:56 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Paloma

Sometimes I capitalise and sometimes I don't. I always do it on the I's, I think. I just find it more aesthetically pleasing, for the same reason I don't Americanise my spellings. I also just let it spill out basically, sometimes I edit later, other times not.

Mhm, I like it.
I wrote a poem once where every other stanza was lowercase.

02-12-2010, 06:51 AM	#23 (permalink)
OceanAndSilence i write and play stuff Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Sydney, Australia Posts: 239	screw explaining the meanings for other people yo __________________ http://www.myspace.com/chrisneto - tune in to chill out

02-12-2010, 06:56 AM	#24 (permalink)
DiSTANToblivion Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Australia Posts: 505	Never tire of reading something new Paloma. The style that you write, I'm liking that a lot. __________________ last.fm Journal deviantART

02-11-2010, 01:35 PM	#22 (permalink)
~~Sansa Stark~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The Eyrie, Vale of Arryn, Westeros Posts: 3,234	It's alright I was gonna give an explanation of their meanings but I got lazy and just said naw dude

02-16-2010, 01:49 PM	#25 (permalink)
~~Sansa Stark~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The Eyrie, Vale of Arryn, Westeros Posts: 3,234	BLEHHHHHHHHHHH! a few: simple nights spend in the currency of terror, and I cling to my bones and skin, all courtesy belongs to error, I can't seem to fit, although I fold this hand. I will make me over, and all glory be, these chemicals pick up where I belong, the magnets kiss their feet. Modelling this skeleton, I find worlds through bone, words are home. I can see the appeal in reaching hands but I don't stop for anyone, not anymore, as this road can only lead to your door. fickle fingers make me drown faster, faster still ---------------------------------- Bone atop bone Those piles of bones of all of you I leave behind I build the ladder to the sky but I'll settle with the clouds if only to dance on spines of the flocks below And the blood stuck on my fingers the purest parts of most the medium to paint a free life from there on forward is the canvas The mouth makes room for the teeth this woman has made flesh her feast. ----------------------------------- The heart repeats the sounds come home, come home and empty lungs no scream escapes for the sake of hands the heart, in search for words once was common find. Scissors talk like knives and here, I lose my wings. a gravity in silence And the speak of pretty collections the galleries of love, of everyone and like a knife in the belly repeat the sounds come home, come home. --------------------------- he’ll be boring in the morning and I smile still everyday and just because it goes on I do too. But at night I dream of the sails to make use of days of wind I spread my hands under the sea taking salt to cleanse my heart All I wanted was a crown of daisies a field for me and you but when I wake up I’ll buy some cigarettes and sing those old songs it gets me out of bed

02-19-2010, 01:41 PM	#27 (permalink)
~~Sansa Stark~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The Eyrie, Vale of Arryn, Westeros Posts: 3,234	<3

02-19-2010, 01:55 PM	#29 (permalink)
~~Sansa Stark~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The Eyrie, Vale of Arryn, Westeros Posts: 3,234	Sometimes I capitalise and sometimes I don't. I always do it on the I's, I think. I just find it more aesthetically pleasing, for the same reason I don't Americanise my spellings. I also just let it spill out basically, sometimes I edit later, other times not.