writing Poetry Compilation #7

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

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Articulate

 

 

Words that are of a more soothing nature.

And so, these words, like the soft cushions that allow me my joys.

One among many, in all and in one.

Such belittlement and cowardice without such words.

If only all knew of perhaps a greater reason to use them.

 

These words, of higher or lower standards.

It truly matters not.

words of al natures and humors are most welcome.

Welcome, and oh so needed.

Without such, we are lost to our cause before beginning.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Offensive Truth

 

 

Wondering when, oh when do I lie?

My words that spiral forth, unto ears of distraught, judging masses.

Apparently this, by my words, makes me offensive.

An offence to those unwilling to appeal to reason.

“All is well”

All is well?

By their words, not mine.

 

-David favret

 

 

 

 

This Century

 

 

Enter the words of this century.

Times of a past and in future deeds held.

Nothing escapes this, the truth of each day.

And by truth, all which was chosen to be forgotten.

Such is reason which lies beyond every day.

All forms of time, twisted for glorified nations of power.

If the spirit of this century has not yet died, then it won’t be long either.

This, our time, and our century.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Never allowed to give up

 

 

The end.

One in which the end has come again.

All which is soon to be forgotten, oh this greater sin.

 

It was over far before it ever began, and by such never truly ended.

All that is forsaken, set free without moral constraint.

 

Im tired of being who I am.

 

Before it ever began, life itself was here.

Life itself has ended, and now it begins.

 

Asking oneself of answers.

Finding that pitiful responses are meaningless.

 

One

All that is needed, and all that was ever wanted.

By words not yet spoken, and by turmoil forcefully sought.

 

Left alone

Realizing that I've become lost.

Lost in this realm, this world of darkness.

Left for my own demise, and no one is waiting for me.

Not one soul, awaiting my return with open arms.

All my worries that seem so insignificant.

All on my own,

Awaiting the moment I decide to stop caring.

Longing for a day when hopelessness allows oneself to give up.

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Winter

 

 

Of winters age, and star lit nights.

From heart’s warmth and snow’s sweet cold.

Interpretation of beauty.

Seeing sights of marvelous nature.

Sounds that pierce the silent air.

Of winter’s age, and star lit nights.

Lost among this glorified snow.

By means of better sensation, I surrender.

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Mirrors

 

 

Begin with your voice.Understand now, the troubles that I saw.Begin anew, with a blank expression.Look into the mirror.From the bottom of your mind, lays the question.Loathsome whimpers of scarred memories.The face that covets only you.Once more, into the mirror.Faces, over redundent faces.New and old, they flock to the mirrors, and by your fate, you observe them.Floating past your once held ambition, no longer seeking another view.Accepting the face, one in the mirror.Never again, seeking other ways of thought.As I find you coveting all, more than the face.Surendering all of your will to never see it again.Asking questions of forever dissapointment.The simple expression that changes fate itself.One face among many that forsees all pain, and rather needs it.All you shall ever wish to understand is it's mere existance.By such, the face now controls you, for ignorance is fatal.-David Favret

 

 

 

Deception

 

 

Do you understand by the words you give to me?Individible fire alive in your arms.Can you even comprehend your actions?All alone in this time, no one else dares to care for you.Are these the consequences that were forewarned?Every answer will lead to another.Every question will beg to ask one more.At the end of a day when night comes, do you dare to shine?By the time that these words find meaning, I fear it won't even matter.Elegance of fate, and philosophy of life.Without a doubt, and most definitly beyond reason.-David Favret

 

 

 

Walls

 

 

Through the blurred vision that surrounds clouded judgment.Unto walls of cold steel and hallow voices.Empty halls of barren decent.Believe not what others say.They know not of hands to join.By grace and stutter, by all things good.Leave not a smile, through blurred corridors.Perhaps not the end, as once thought to be.All in the end of having already ended, such are these walls.An independent feeling of security, scrutinized through eyes that watch.All the walls, and through all these halls, eyes perceive us all about.No more doors, and windows gone.Leave not through your own will.Take my hand, join me well, perhaps this night shall be the last.And through pure will, innate loathing made present.Through halls of blurred vision, and walls of insecurity.-David Favret

 

 

 

Forgetting how to write

 

 

If that is in truth what you wish of me, then I will gladly comply. Out with words of wisdom, and other knowledge of words. My songs of sad happiness, and others joy. By all means, gone for you. If the setting sun does not procure in you the finest of understanding, and I cannot revoke these taunts, then surely I must. Words that Have always been, by no means lacking in depth or personification. All words, my children, and I cherish them all.But by your words, your words of condemnation and foul play. By these words I am commanded to cease the best in me. And by such, I must, in al my entity, forget this magic in words. I will miss them so, and by no other will I keep my sanity. Surely, perhaps slowly, i will fade. Never again knowing bitter sweet odes and the magic hidden in all words of prose.Standing, at the edge of my eternal understanding, surveying the landscape of life that I am forced to behold. Life, surely is beautiful, though many will not see it as so. These are the people who have been tormented. We are the only things that make life not worth rnjoying. Perhaps it is for the better then, if I should forget my words?I always will remember, even if they choose to forget, meaning in words that have no meaning, or the power in a phrase of emotion. None the less I forsake all writing bliss, only due to the words of condemnation that surround me. Their power outwieghs mine of words, only because I grow weak from them.Tell me a story of olden lives, of songs passed with words of musical quality. Let me hear them just one more time. Perhaps then I can rest knowing that I will have forgotten how to write.-David Favret

 

 

 

Third Month

 

 

Seems like you've done this before.I am standing here, by no means am I patient.And through my selfish desires, I have come to thinking.No i realize by my own heart that i am betraying you.Never before have I wanted this, never again do I want it either.It should all be just a bitter sweet memory.I remember now all the times, though they weren't many.Perhaps maybe they never will be.I just want my thoughts to return to me.I wish I was happy, I wish you were happy.If only i could look you in the eye.I am trying to fulfill my promise.And by such to never say goodbye.My life doesnt seem to favor us much.But really, in that sense, life isnt complicated at all.People are the real complexities.You, and me also, among the many.Bitter souls waiting to be given our dues.I suppose this isnt much of a love poem.I recently asked myself to find the answer of what love is.It took a long while really, but I suppose I found it.And no, this isnt about you or me.I have forgotten it all, it is as simple as that.I asked for what you wanted, here we are.I don't even think i know you, perhaps I don't.I can almost garuntee that you do not know me.-David Favret

 

 

 

Apathetic

 

 

Cast aside in bitter winds.Apart from the benevolent natures.When the last candle fades,Flickers its last, and turns to black.All will see the child cry.Angrily holding a knife.Saddening itself without mortal emotion.Accepting no reason other than the pain which is known to be real.Entering the bliss of a blade driven through flesh.No one would dare, nor would anyone try to care for it.Wicked days of despair and pondering over pitiful answers.Thoughts are least entertaining when the ever present eye sees you trying.All answers to it's questions are no longer present.Anything worth trying for, in the end must be worth dying for.By logic cast aside and yearning to be freed from menatl solitude.Could it possibly be true that you have found yourself with a care?It should not be taken lightly that all intersests are crossed.-David Favret

 

 

 

Once...

 

 

I have to ask, even if I know you cant answer.I need to know, but perhaps there is no answer.Was i ever even the person you said I was?Did I ever even make that smile?Yours?Forever lost, only because our words no longer meet.Why do you stand do close to the edge.You obscure my vision.I am found wanting... needing.You say the only words that matter.And that is why we are here.All that was ever promised was this undying love.All that remains is the hope of faint memories.Have you found your home amongst it all?Lessened your burden of my curiousities?All that ever seemed to matter, slowly slipping away.Whare are you even waiting?I don't think it ever really meant a thing.-David Favret

 

 

 

 

One night of Solace

 

 

Just as any friend would.Only really wanting to be one of them.I saw you standing at the edge.And I wouldn't let you go.I couldn't watch as you fell.So I refused to let you go.Just as any other person would say.I told you my feelings.You saw the hurt in all my words.And you comforted me.You werent able to sit and listen.And so you comforted me.It seems as though we were both flawed.Both at our own throats.And we each had one another.All it took was one sentence.Once phrase of words that mean so much.And by the time it was done, we were both victims.-David Favret

 

 

 

 

So.. which was your favorite?

 

 

 

[Maxos 84]

I like Articulate. Though my understanding of poetry is that of a donkey. This one I like very much. The others I find to be a bit dark, not that I don't relate to them.

 

They are all very well done. Great job, TheBronyHeart.

 

- Maxos