writing Poetry Compilation #5

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Set 5... well... here you are...

 

I would oh so greatly appreciate comments... critize me or something...

 

 

 

Words Without

 

"Your love is only as powerful as the knowledge of the meaning in the one that you say you love."

 

"We are only here so that we may experience the good and the bad. It is our duty however to make the good shine brighter than the bad ever will."

 

"There are no real morals in Justice."

 

 

So do take the time yet and realize?

That the words that were spoken, just ours, pass away.

Not just this or ours, your words that begin, began, and truly always were.

 

If what your words provoked were of real consequence, speak once more.

kind fire, dark desire, forsake and impeach, all we are.

To such ends that I once thought your words would bring, all forgotten,

this, my begotten understanding.

 

If it is true by your meaning in words conveyed.

Then by such , do you love me?

Need me?

By such wants, all others too are found wanting.

By these words that go unspoken, forgive me.

Eternal damnation literally wakes at this.

On this life of mine, awaiting your poetic breath to touch my heart once more.

 

Move me into my own place and believe in the power posessed in you gentle character.

Such words yet to convey, to determine my own wanting by the power of a second heart.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Known

 

All on this.

Nothing left to leave, but this own night.

All on these, our only found escape.

Nothing ever on us, our own to be found.

 

All of this in our own angst, this pain in the end of all tolerance to this end.

Such shall be a kind word, known not what has been said.

 

Every moment spent here; eternal dedication to immortal beings.

Such is my own, and more so your intent.

Such is the reason of all understanding which is forever gone.

 

 

 

-David favret

 

 

 

 

In this Decline

 

This day, this night and time of thought.

Thoughts that tend to be, purely inspiration.

And to such thoughts, inspiration therein to produce.

Such times as this, this night and day of thoughts decline.

In such ways of understanding which will elude and then seek.

 

Sought, to be, and never saw.

All to who we are as a people of this.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Cry no tears for me

 

Times, I wonder, oh so much.

Dreams that encase, overtake.

Leave not a trace or the man will see.

 

By the lights to be perished, my own.

By the night that will be, your own is now.

Let be the sorrows, come read your heart.

All the things we see, feel, thought, and loved.

All things that turned out to be lies.

 

My own is not your worry, yet still I see a tear.

Cry not for me, be it your own sadness, let it not.

Die for no one else, my own end is this.

Your time will come, and you shall shine, brighter than I.

So cry no more tears, this sorrow, pitiful feeling.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Die for anyone...

 

Let me try to find my place.

Utter most and innate grace, found in no other.

Much more than grand schemes allow.

Die for anyone…

 

All my tears I beg, on my knees I cry.

 

Nothing left to burn away,

Nothing here or there shall stay, even in our own to be.

Nothing makes such sense as our evening tomorrow.

Such are lies of truth, paradox and by far uncouth.

 

So please look the other way, I shall try to find my place.

 

All hear me, and all see me, torture time itself upon me.

Oh so pure yet oh so much in vain.

All the other eyes appear, no longer in any way may I be sincere.

Your time with me, oh my well spent now, on the eve of morning.

 

So tell me now, how I can be…

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Resignation to the end

 

Here now unto the end.

This day, be it your last.

Graces scarce and not to be found.

Live this life, think upon it.

Know you have not been wronged.

All is an answer to what is seen.

The answer which lays hidden.

Find such in oneself, hiding.

Undermining a character.

Deepening a wound of hate.

Leaving the void you find yourself in.

Such were my words that I spoke.

Such is the world.

Find no others love.

Each other, the eternal lie.

Left nothing but the ravage of thought.

My own mind amongst yours.

Please, oh please, my own to yours.

Such is the world, my home I despise.

Such is this feeling,

Words shall surely be my demise.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

The only truth in a wish

 

Enter the sin of a thousand years, carrying hope at its head.

False truths and wonders parade through the streets,

Where magicians and magic are real.

 

Enter the dream, of a sleepless night, levying care at the end.

Step right in and stay for a while, this blissful white eternity.

Where all things you want, you can have.

 

Follow me down to the edge of a river.

Waste all your life away, place your head in the water.

Carry yourself far-far away.

Nothing worth dying for has ever felt so good.

Anything worth pain, must be something in the end.

 

Enter the truth now, of a mind which has been lost, holding a lie in its hands.

Only a true dream which taunts us so dear, is ever the life we would want.

However it seems that this life may elude us, trick us, and die.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

The Answer is not me

 

Honest we find myself, our weakness is me.

Into a fire, flames dancing bright.

Shadows that follow us, attached to our feet.

End times grow nearer to us, to my own discontent.

 

Us is the answer and we is the truth.

Our minds that form unto one.

Let us be here on top of your grave, dancing our lives away.

Let us rejoice in a song of us, a song that carries us here.

 

Let us be we, unto the end, times that shall change, and morph all the same.

Be you one not to see that the only thing worth trying,

Is being the first one to die.

 

Every one waves to us, we are so pleased.

Us we are we, rejoice, repent.

Times such as these, the end in disguise.

Honest we find myself, our weakness is me.

Can you not see it, the answer is WE.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Allow me to open my heart

 

Often, I write.

I will write about things which I cannot even comprehend.

But still I write.

 

Often, I will find myself in a state of fear, or sadness.

Slowly wasting away without consent of joy.

So I take the time to read what I wrote.

 

Things that I once did not understand, now unfolding and making sense.

Words, which often are just vessels for emotion.

Yes, these words have no meaning, I see it now.

 

Only by our own torture can we see the true light and beauty in what we do.

In our minds or our bodies, it matters not.

Words only convey the message of great emotion, emotion which we now need.

 

 

 

so often I am without someone to tell me my value.

So often I am alone in this world with nothing but the words I write.

This is my sadness, my true sadness, forsake me.

Words hurt more than any blade, and so I suffer.

I just want the pain to stop, but I keep writing,

writing so that I can reflect upon what it is I wish to express.

 

I only wish for someone to tell me to stop, to give me a reason to continue living a life.

I only wish I knew what to do with words of conveyence.

You see I do not know these words, but with time perhaps.

Still, I often find myself lonesome, wanting to end all writing pain.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

It's just not the same

 

We know not our own.

We are slaves, we are slaves.

In our homes , here we stand.

Nothing changes, nothing ends.

Beginnings are just a cycle repeating.

 

My nostalgia is nothing but as faint reminder.

A shell of what was in a life that I should have had.

Nothing is our own, we will never know just what.

So we will walk this path with a curse.

This curse which will stare down upon us all.

Always waiting, watching from a distance,

You can feel the presence, but are in awe by the distance which it creates.

This distance will mean nothing.

 

So I walk from here to there, my oblivion, my only regret.

Here, already having ended, but not being able to end.

This pain is the same, and with this blood I am sane.

Is this pain real?

Tearing apart what is known in my heart.

Dance and dance, and laugh and cry.

I lost myself, once again in myself.

Enter this world in which I am forsaken.

WHY WON’T IT ALL BURN?

I JUST WANT TO BURN!

I enter the chasm, the pit, the fire.

Never forget me, when it’s your turn to die.

 

This world which is at it’s very most, unable to hold me.

My time to be, another day that passes.

Let sit, let rot my intention.

My views are led askew by the very feelings that derived them.

So I walk this lonely road, a path that was meant for me.

Time that seeks to destroy itself, taking away it’s own foundation.

Experience this, these words.

Take them yourself, spew them like I shall.

Never mind the stance I take, never mind the feelings I once held.

These words, forsake me so, let them burn LET THEM BURN!

All things that society indicates, points towards that conclusion.

I fear, what fear has not to offer, and by these means, I am not really afraid.

When i find that there is no answer, I look beyond the question.

Unto all fear and pain, let it dissolve.

Accept reality in ways unknown.

I breathe, only to be found breathless.

Watch me as this last breath leaves me.

I do not know what for.

These words I write, in order, or not.

Altogether, and forsaken not, damned perhaps, forgiven… I presume.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

In my last breath

 

This pain is the same, with this blood I am sane.

All that is known in this world of saints,

all that is known to the world of mine.

Watch me as this last breath leaves me.

I will die on your own breath and be spirited away.

I found that i need your voice to keep me here, yet i continue to forsake us.

This pain, it must be the same.

 

This world, these lies we create, this life we want.

All is in fact nothing.

This is as empty as the truth will become, this life that we need.

Walking this path, in the leaves of barren past.

These needs of a saint, and the greeds of a beggar.

Our own lifes to be placed forth among the essence of others.. What is our life?

Who is it to say that we are not truly dead already, being that all we know are our own senses.

Therefore, we must truly be dead, damned even, we know not of others, perhaps we are not.

I hold true this saint, this pain must be real.

This pain, I need it to be real, what else do I use to affirm my own desires.

This last life leaves me on our own desecration.

Scatter my ashes apon this great fire.

IS THIS PAIN REAL?

 

I ask myself, I ask myself, and once again I come to ask myself.

I find no answers, and these bring that sorrow.

Tears, tears every day, in the realization that nothing is held true, the saint, the liar, the beggar.

My own unto you, my own to be forgotten, scatter my ashes please.

This fire, "hell fire". Rain down, bathe me.

I am dying to see.

Tears upon me.

Life unto death.

My realization within my own last breath.

 

 

 

-Tervaf Divad

 

 

 

 

Angelic Whispers

 

Angelic whispers come to mind.

Tearing apart the known in my own heart.

These whispers, these nonchalant yet so lovely, whispers…

 

My own beating heart is metronome to the whispers I hear.

Each beat I offer gives new life to every sound that I hear.

I know not where the whispers are…

 

At the forefront of my mind, these whispers take shape.

They dance and dance, they laugh and they cry.

These angelic whispers know emotion…

 

What little I am able to offer, these non-existing sounds that caress me.

My beating heart, and a mind to hear them.

These poetic little whispers…

 

When my own thoughts are no longer heard, all I will know are these noises.

These whispers of vague, and very descriptive, feelings.

These thoughts, these whispers, now all that I ever want to know.

I look forward to the day in which I am blessed enough to live amongst them.

I hear them now, these whispers, ones of angels.

I wish for them, I ask to be with them.

Who knows just how blessed I ask to be?

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Dead and Alive

 

Enter this world I am forsaken in.

I this world I am dead, yet living this life.

Damned from the heavens and scouring hell.

This life that I live, I live it with anger.

Anger to be, this shell I have become.

My poetry stands, awaiting this storm.

Let me rot in my shell, this shell I’ve become.

Mashed against, mixed in this angst.

I lost myself once again in myself.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I want to burn

 

All I deserve…

All that I want...

All that I need.. .

It doesn’t add up.

 

My glory,

My pride,

My depravation,

What does it mean?

 

The turning of time.

The loss of an age.

The anger inside me.

WHY WON’T IT ALL BURN?!

 

This guilt,

This pain,

This loss.

It’s what I deserve.

I JUST WANT TO BURN!

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Your turn to die

 

Enter the cavern, quickly now.

Enter the cavern, do not be afraid.

Leave your sorrows at the entrance.

Let go of any thoughts you hold dear.

Relinquish your own life, your hold upon this world.

 

Enter the chasm, the pit, the fire.

Enter the chasm, I am waiting for you.

You mustn’t continue to live in this world.

Is it not understood of your place here?

Forget all your worries, please, come join me.

 

I enter your dreams, fill you with hope.

I enter your dreams, you become so sad.

Why do you continue to cry?

Perhaps soon you’ll abandon this hope.

Never forget me, when it’s your turn to die.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Can't wait to get started on the next set... :3

 

 

This WAS a rather emotional set, and I would be oh so grateful if you would tell me which one was your favorite and what it meant to you.

[Master Blade the Bearded 112]

Can't wait for the next set. And you have no idea how much it has been nagging me to read this. I saw the post at about 7:10 this morning, but I had to finish getting ready and leave for school. It was in the back of my mind all day.

I truely enjoyed "Allow me to open my heart", as I found the part where you said "Only by our own torture can we see the true light and beauty in what we do," to be very true. Only through trials can we see the beauty of life arround us. There has to be a contrast in the world. Without evil there is no good, for there is nothing to compare it to.

As always, a thousand thanks for doing what you do.

[Apple-Jack 312]

hmm all seem really good keep it doing you gonna get far ... "Allow me to open my heart" is also one of my favourites... ill keep an eye on your poetry sets