An Attempt at Poetry by :Phan:

[Phanomel]

My first little submission. Something that I can barely remember writing, that was created when one Phan was completely out of her mind and probably made something trashy. She now shows it to the world of The Ten Spheres, not knowing what she'll find as she types.

A Three-Life Story

In this world of my own,
In this place I call home,
Love is a traitor,
And he's left all alone.

Torn between two,
They watch as he falls.
Those close to him, few,
They hear as he calls.

Now torn between three,
One being two,
He wants to get free.
But what should he do?

Two will return,
One and the two,
Yet deep down inside him,
Death's long overdue.

And soon a death comes,
And steals one of three,
Sorrow overwhelms,
And he'll never be free.

Next thing he knows,
His own life is gone,
But his blood still flows.
His story's not done.

In this world of my own,
In this place I call home,
Death's not forever,
But this life is alone.

I hide in myself.
I hide behind lies.
I can't let her help,
For I know that she dies.

What's this strange feeling?
I've felt it before.
I feel like I'm dreaming,
My feet on the floor.

Now I'm holding her,
In my arms as she goes.
I see lives as times,
As they fade and they flow.

But my life is different.
My life has been gone.
Still as my loves die,
My own story lives on.

In this hell of my own,
In this trap that's my home,
Love is a torture,
I shall no longer know.



That's actually a story of three of my characters. If you know enough about them and their family, you should be able to guess who they are. Two are one. A few of you might guess who it is just from that.

.... I don't know if I like it or not.

[rivenmist]

Wow..... That's sad....

[Phanomel]

Really? *rereads*

Oh, yes, talking about one of my more secretive stories. Yeah, some people know a lot about it but there's stuff that may never get out to the public, just for the character's sake.

[Phanomel]

I'm just starting to spew out stuff, aren't I?

One moment you're flying.
One moment you're dieing.
One moment you're wondering
Why you can't stop crying.

[NiaZen]

your poems are good, better than mine...mine don't rhyme...

[Phanomel]

They don't have to rhyme to be good. They just have to have a good meaning to them.

[NiaZen]

yes, that's true...but mine still suck...

[Phanomel]

Yeah, I can't do much without rhymes... I can't do much /with/ rhymes... At least I couldn't.

[NiaZen]

did you just say "yeah" to, my poems suck?!

[Phanomel]

No!! *dies* Not what I meant! Not what I meant! Meaning I'm saying yes to my non-rhyming poems sucking. Yours do not! I have very few poems. Those that are really vulgar.. You'll know if I don't like it. trust me. ^_^'

[verscilith]

Hmmm~ Can I warrant a guess as to the identities of the three characters..? =D

Nice poems... they're sad, and meaningful. I like the way you used a,b,c,b and a,b,a,c forms. It gives the whole poem a nice flow. ^-^

Now that I've confused you all~ =D

Still~ My guess, at the character's identities, if Phan so permits.

[NiaZen]

I was just kidding, don't worry

[Phanomel]

Shoot away Ver. You probably know more about my characters than most others. Probably you and Riven.

[Phanomel]

Verse
Reverse
Go back one more step,
To the place where the joys of all people are kept.

Face
Person
This stranger I know,
From some far off tale of much joy and less woe.

Figure
Forget
How much have we passed?
My memories of sadness, away they are cast.

You
Lovely
I'll always forgive.
I knew you were lost, and my life I would give.


Tis all I have so far.

[Phanomel]

Echo, Echo,
Tell to me,
Who do you speak to when you're lonely.

Echo, Echo,
Please don't cry.
I'll give you my wings so you can fly.

Echo, Echo,
Follow your friend,
He'll show you the way and from evil defend.

Echo, Echo,
Copy my words,
And echo them far like the calls of the birds.

Ah. I'm in a writing mood. And I like the way this sounds.