Writer's Den

[Drago Strega]

I haven't taken much to writing in a while and I'm trying to get back into the habbit. It's good practice to write out your thoughts ever so often. So feel free to expand and share your own poems and thoughts. Have lots of fun, looking forward to having your company.

Toowit... Toowoo...
The pair of two owls song
Calling out to eachother
Throughout the night
Sitting in their little tree
In their evergreen wood
Underneath the glow
Of the brilliant pale moon.
Nestled in their nest
Their young coo
Dreams of future flights
Through the darkness.
Breaking the silence
Calling out to their own
Toowit... Toowoo...

[Drago Strega]

Once upon a dream
Where colors blend and bleed
Radiant glows of light
Forge a scene
Magical and beautiful
But never to be
Till brush met pad
And flower took to bloom
Filling in the blank abyss
With wonders willed alone.

[Drago Strega]

A symbol of my affections
A simple show of gratitute
A touch of feeling
A gift defined with silence
An attentive ear and eye
Only costing but a moment
Given from heart to heart
To the beaten soul
Truth illuminating virtue
Decieved with illusions
All to maintain the connections
That bind my time with yours.

[Drago Strega]

"The Need To Be & To Fly: A journey of a dragon"

                         We are all born in such a simple way, so casually we practically rush through the excitement and forget its almost magical significance. In just an instant a new mind, a new person was given the right to breathe, to see the light throught its own eyes and live. But what is this life, but a gift to us, if you cannot be what was given to you, can you even be considered alive? I guess that's why when people cannot get their way they choke and find it hard to breathe. Like the nerves shut down your body to the natural stresses of the moment, giving you the feeling as if you died, because for that moment you have to change so to remove and adjust or continue if error through misunderstanding. I believe this is why curiousity along with life but simple gifts are so that we could better adjust and survive, to move on to better glory brought with the dawn of a new day. For me that was when I looked to the sky and saw the birds, such simple little things, given such a whimsical gift, but I am no bird. I can barely breathe hot air, let alone fire, than rather take to the sky in flight. It took my breathe away, that one day I would take to the skies and preform such awesome specticale. It also frightened me with just the though of relying on nothing to hold me in the air. Might as well walk on water and cross an invisible bridge to pick up the holy grail. But if I tried could I fly or at least glide through the air through such simple means. I became curious, and in that moment I began to breathe. And after that the only way I could go was up, from here on, or to crash and burn under my own spell. At least it would be through my will to be , for I live and breathe, and is just a simple mind. No matter the fools errand, because what is a life till death do we part from this world with these hands that have forged our path through this life and its wonders unknown, to only leave behind only ashes and momories of your making. Why not?
...

[Drago Strega]

So silent were the screams
Of the hollows call
Crying for its soul
Empty as the abyss
Eternally bound to never
Taste life and happiness
Forever no more.
Lost to time
Left to wander
Hopelessly alone.
A broken reflection
Of what once was
But never more...

[Drago Strega]

Tossing lines out to the sea.
Waiting on the edge
Eager for the littlest tug
From out of the big blue.
That pulls me,
Like the moon to the tides,
Hoping to reel in
What I so long to seek.

[x]

Sounds like such a great idea, if it's cool I post here too? 

Tempest, tempest
Lend your hand
Give me your soul
Without demand

Tempest, tempest
Such longing at night
For the perfect one
The thrill to bite

Tempest, tempest
You are mine
So beautiful and pure
So godly, divine

Tempest, tempest
Lend your hand
Give me your soul
Without demand

For tempest, you are mine.

[Drago Strega]

Certainly, you can post here whenever you wish to. Pleased to meet you.

Be my heart take flight
Upon this starry night.
Where the brilliant moon
Lights my path before,
So these weary eyes
Can see tonight,
Beautiful dreams
For better things.
Simple, yet relieving,
For this beaten soul, so torn
Between life and death,
But not anymore,
But by will alone,
I will remain true.

   Mow!

[x]

Yay! You tooz. 

There's something in the water
What it is I do not know
What it is is not from here

Eyes like glass,
Colors of fear

There's something in the water
What it is I only can guess
What it is is not from here

Fingers like gossamer thread
Rip and tear

Flesh from bone

There's something in the water
What it is I know now
What it is I fear no more

(fail....random lol)

[Drago Strega]

I don't think it is random at all, you just have to work on building the atmosphere more, because the picture you provide is a bit vague, which leaves it feeling empty. I'm pretty sure if you elaborate more on the surroundings to create a better mood, I think it would clear up the picture of the feelings you were writing about and get them well enough across. The reason why I say that is because by providing a full picture for people to see when they are reading, you are helping give the reader the information so they can better envision the feelings connected to the situation you are describing.
For example, this is what I came up with using the first verse of your recent poem, and I changed it, by adding in some lines to help fill the picture... the rest is up to you to decide upon.

There's something in the water
What it is I do not know
As the waters wake approaches near
From out of the depths of darkness
What it is is not from here...

I sometimes like to read back on the stuff I did in the past so to try and improve it if I feel like something was off, or if it was incomplete, or sounded random. It's good exercise to try to clear up work so it sounds better. But I'm sure you'll think of something, it's not as bad as you think.  
  
Burning flames from within,
Slowly consume me whole.
Filling and destroying
As the past meets present,
Leaving my future unknown.
Threatening my heart but
Wounded and torn,
While my soul remains just
Bitter and cold as stone.
I stand alone an outcast,
Looking out into the abyss
With nothing to hold dear,
Except for only this flame
Till the reaper's gaze nears
With each new day,
I rise a new hell's spawn.  
 

[Daemon]

The pain of hate and sorrow sticks with me
as the darkness of death and destruction take wing
but as long as im living
and as long as im breathing
i'll be here

starts kinda EMO!!!! but ends nyce.

[Drago Strega]

 

All is welcome,
All are free,
To be what they can,
What they must,
If only for a moment.
So I shall let you be
And we will share
Each other's dreams,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
Our souls,
Whatever they maybe.
Are safe here to meet
In this small sanctuary.

[x]

Don't ask me how many friendships I've ruined, hearts I've broken, dreams of death I've had. Don't ask me about the men I drove to thoughts of suicide in their anguish over me. For my demon tells me what to do, who to ruin, who to choose. It is to His beckon I call, and He knows what is best for me. Someday, He says, a man worthy of my love will come, someone who understands me for what I am, ready to share and care. But until then no-one may stamp on my door but He. And so, like Cinderella, I wait for Prince Charming to come, to make the shoe fit, to save me from my curse.

My work is never done.

[Drago Strega]

  Is awed by tempest's passions so inflammed. Makes me strangely gitty inside to see such desire so strong. I only pray your will is answered with fortune so greatly seeked and longed.   Quite the splended a show, for now I can only sit and wait till a even greater work is to be granted for my eyes to see.
  Squee!

[x]

was that about me? xD if not then excellent alliteration(?) each line ended so similar it was though it rhymed. i enjoyed it, like all your poems

jeeze this is so hard to write with my phone this is the third time I've had to start over

Is this the one? Could it be him?

I have loved this long before. I remember sweet Will. I remember how we spoke of feeling the deepest love for each other...lies lies lies lies or was it a lie....lies...I remember the long, frigid nights out on the porch, talking on the phone out of earshot of granny. Long distance relationships are secretive that way. I remember alone under the sheets, phone next to me....I remember you saying your father was a cop and you couldn't meet me in person until I was 18, or you'd look like the cutest pedobear.

I remember sharing the deepest secrets.

I remember my demon's warnings. The hauntings....the happiness why was I happy there was no happiness was there....newly shared secrets tainted in the occult.

He told me to get out. I lost interest in sweet Will. Spoke to him less and less, to my demon more and more. The late night calls vanished like a raven against the night sky, a far away dream of the past. Then I found someone new, someone better. My demon, bless He, He saw something most wonderful in the new man and so did I. I broke up with Will, he seemed so okay with it, and said he still had faith in me that we'd get back together.

It hurt my heart...if we tried to get back together...I would have to kill him....blood blood blood stained you are the most blood stained wench you are that you are....

Now will is gone. Some of the messages he left before dissapearing made me question suicide, and how much he had truly loved me.....................

Oh, but Demon! This new man is so wonderful! Our nights are long, I can see my wedding dress now....white with lace flowing draping lace like pearl lace lace lace...I love him. I lied about the others! I truly love this man most of all!

You do approve of him, don't you, my blessed Demon? Don't you?

......please please please please don't hurt me please.....

please.

You do approve of him, don't you?