Author: Unknown
The Fortress
Tall was the door
of a towering height
She stood and she pondered
Her heart filled with fright.
Walls built so solid
from the hardest of stone
A shiver did rock her
Terror shook every bone.
What a mighty strong fortress
while her hand was so small..
Would a knock even echo
beyond the first hall?
She grabbed all her courage
and a deep breath she took
Then she lifted that hand
No matter how wild it shook.
At first there was silence
no one answered her plight
So she tried it again
Despite terror and fright.
With a creak and a rumble
the tall door did swing
And despite all her fear
Her heart sure did sing.
Almost filling the frame
a man had appeared
The one she had sought
While same time had feared.
Her curtsey felt awkward
while he just seemed bemused
A tad bit of 'now what'
And a pinch of confused.
She had nothing to offer
felt so silly and weak
But he smiled with great patience
And allowed her to speak.
Many words with no sense
she stuttered and cried
All the while her heart pounded
With that terror and fright.
Every night that door swung
and his tall shape appeared
The man she had sought
While same time had feared.
And when he was late
she did wait with a tear
But always rejoiced
When he returned to be near.
But her heart grew so longing
in her small tiny chest
She tried to subdue it
Which proved no easy quest.
And one night when the door swung
for the tall man to show
She slammed the door shut
With one desperate throw.
Through the forests she ran
to leave him behind
The man who had listened
So patient and kind.
Her heart now knew sorrow
and bitter regret...
For the friend she had lost
For the friend she now wept.
But she needed to love
and she needed to care
While his heart was that fortress
Which he wished not to share.
Many tears she did cry
still she knew she'd done right
To run from those walls
In that desperate sad flight.
Love must not be a beggar
ling'ring hungry and lost
At tall doors and strong walls
Only time such will cost.
Those not ready to share
must be left well alone
For they have their own reasons
To have built of hard stone.
The maiden had broken
this unwritten law
When she lifted that hand
To knock on his door.
Thus the pain she did suffer
was a hurt well deserved
And her story a lesson
As a warning to serve.
One day he may step
from that fortress of stone
But it has to be his choice
And his choice alone...
(13th of November 2013)
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
I failed someone and I feel deeply ashamed for that, but life is learning, and to get it right probably needs also the wrongs to have proceeded it, for all of us, including that tall man.
He can't forgive me, same as I can't forgive myself, but I hope us meeting will prove on the long run as something that brought us both further, and that eventually it will connect to good, most of all in his life, as his well being and happiness is what matters to me, even though he can't believe such.
Take care friend.. and thank you for all that you allowed me to learn about my own self...
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Can you not see
how you sufficate me
that I can't breath free
in this agony.
Can you not feel
the evil you deal
with those shackles of steel
while for mercy I kneel.
Can you not hear
my whimpers of fear
how I am choked by a tear
when you rage and you sneer.
Oh can you not sense
how I always grow tense
and how on love's expense
I must reach for defense.
Oh please please do see
it is not caused by me
but that now I must flee
so that I shall be
set free
from this..
your insecurity...
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(October 2013)
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Just some memories that still rise at times. Insecurities don't provide fertile grounds for love, at least not by my experience :'/
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Once upon a time...
(a short story by tinyfangs)
..a prince in shining armour who had never been a frog and couldn't be changed into one even if one would really be in need of a frog because of some fly infestation or so.. lost his way and ended at the foot of some huge tower.
He spotted up on the balcony a pretty maiden, and being male basically any maiden raised his interest, so he clambered down from his horse (which felt huge relief), and next he shouted...
Prince: Rapunzel let your hair down!
Rapunzel (who by pure chance was called Rapunzel, common name those days): Why would I want to do that?
Prince: So I can climb up the tower of course.
Rapunzel: And why would YOU want to do that?
Prince: Ahem.. ya know.. so that I can rescue you maybe?
Rapuzel: Rescue me from what? Princes trying to climb up my tower?
Prince: You do get this regularly?
Rapunzel (with a frown): You bet, every tinker, rat catcher and miller with a goat stops down there.
Prince: Ah I see... but you know I am not one of them, I am different - I am a real prince!
Rapunzel: Of course you are, they all are! A world full of princes out there, all falling over each other, I can almost picture it (adds a slight huff)
Prince: If you let your hair down, then I can come up and show you I am a real prince. How about that?
Rapunzel: And you think I am exactly how stupid? What could you do up here to convince me what you can't do down there?
Prince: I could show you my royal birthmark!
Rapunzel: And where would that be located?
Prince: A very private spot...
Papunzel: I have good eyes, can see it from up here if you care to show.
Prince: Now now.. can't do that, that's against the law.
Rapunzel: But you are the prince, you make the laws, so just unmake that law for 5 minutes?
Prince: The king makes the laws.
Rapunzel: Then maybe I should wait for the king instead to come by to show me his birthmark?
Prince (sounding slighly irritated): Has anyone ever told you that you are a damn hard maiden to rescue?
Rapunzel: Yes, every prince who ever stood where you are standing right now.
Prince: Bloody woman - just let the hair down !
Rapunzel (twirling one lock of her golden hair): Uh oh.. and what if I don't?
Prince: I will kick the door in!
Rapunzel: Good luck...
Prince: Oh you know what, I am just going to climb this damn thing anyway and God help you once I am up there..!
Papunzel: I am agnostic. You are going to prove the existence of God to me as well now on top of wanting to show me your royal birthmark?
Prince: Shut up, I am trying to climb here.
Rapunzel: Not bad progress. Oops.. you slipped...
Prince (cursing while scrambling back on his feet): This armour cost a fortune, just look at the dents!
Rapunzel: ...
Prince: This tower will be climbed, and if it's the last thing I will ever do in my princely existence!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Rapunzel: You are getting further each time, I must give you that. Ouch.. that looked like it hurt!
Prince (groaning): Why did I ever have to come this way...
Rapunzel: Stop complaining, not my fault you took the wrong turn. Could be worse, other wrong turn and you could be beaten by the witch with a broomstick right now.
Prince: Sounds kinky!
Rapunzel (with a sigh): males...
Prince: Does that witch wear black leather?
Rapunzel: Stop day dreaming, I thought you had a tower to climb.
Prince: This better be worth it!
Rapunzel: Almost.. just a little bit further.. yes! Oh holy sh....... yieks - NO!
At the foot of some tower once upon a time lay a prince sprawled out on his back in a heap that once was his shiny armour... Next to him knelt a maiden, gently kissing him awake, smiling ever so brightly.
Prince (blinking while slowly regaining consciousness): Why the heck did you make me do that when you were planning to come down all along?
Rapunzel: Well ya know, a guy in shining armour never had his metal tested, and no self respecting maiden living in an ivory tower will ever settle for a whimp.
Prince: I could have broken my neck!
Rapunzel: No true prince would ever end breaking his neck climbing a tower to reach his maiden, no matter what, just doesn't happen in fairytales. I was counting on that. Now I know you are a prince, and your metal is dented too! Are you going to claim your price or what?
Prince (growling): I am bruised all over, and you got THAT on your mind?
Rapunzel: I stole some black leather from the witch and a broom...
Prince: Okay, I think I can manage. Can we use the stairs this time?
Rapunzel: Of course...........
And so it came to be that a tower was climbed after all, no hair suffered split ends, and the witch still does not know where her favourite broom and black leather bra have disappeared to.
The prince and his maiden however lived happily ever after, for she knew he was real, while he definitely didn't fancy conquering any more towers if he could possibly avoid it...
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Nights of restless slumber
A longing never stilled
An eternity of searching
A void that she needs filled.
Dreams of deepest darkness
And wand'ring through the night
In need of desperate comfort
In need of love's delight.
For once he held her tightly
For once she had been his
For once he had been cradling her
And owned her kiss by kiss.
But something happened, something tore
Her from his dark embrace
And left her wandering alone
Like fallen from all grace.
The pain of loss and parting
Became her daily bread
An ocean filled up easily
With tears she since has shed.
To find her Lord and reunite
The love they once had known
She stumbles lonely through the night
Where once she was his own...
(2003)
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Just a sad story, about loss and longing, and while I am not 'goth', I do like dark romantic themes just as much as my fairies :)
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Oceans
not here
deep waters
I fear
the terror of drowning
a roaring I hear
from too many questions
and no answers near
a sea of emotions
the salt of a tear.
Cities
not there
too many blocks
all far too square
thousands of strangers
a vanity fair
millions of voices
such a hungry loud bear
and bodies which shove
and hands that do tear.
Meetings
of three
you won't
find me
rather wander alone
I say two form the key
Any number beyond that
And a crowd I do see
My small frightened soul
will be longing to flee.
Mountains
so high
enjoy
touching the sky
rocks slowly breathing
their time you can't buy
ancient forces that humble
every self obsessed cry
their shadows to free you
from ego's shackle and tie.
Deserts
I love
ever so quiet
sharp clearness above
red ball agleaming
no hawk and no dove
cosmos and self
inside a fiery glove
dreams of dispersing
that's purity tough.
Though Forests..
true home
lowly branches
my comb
everywhere I can hide
with the deers I can roam
patient trees will grant hold
far from faces of chrome
here I dance and I sing
under the leafy green dome...
(3rd of October 2013)
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I sat down and wrote this after looking at a great artist's website, located here
www.stuster.exto.orgI saw heaps of pictures, many it seemed to me having to do with oceans and water, and I pondered that this probably means the artist has a connection with oceans somehow. That inspired me asking myself why I do and do not like certain 'places'. This poem sprang from those thoughts, and it doesn't flow as well as I'd like it to flow, but never mind, I enjoyed writing it anyway ^_^
Author: Unknown
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He had persuaded her to walk
The silent wooded path
Where mushrooms grew and merigolds
Were blooming in the grass.
Magic lingered in the air
A couple seldom seen
A human boy, a fairy girl
Their laughter sweet and keen.
Unusual friends, it might appear
He tall, she small and slender
His footsteps sure and earthy typed
Her movements light and tender.
They reached the fallen tree trunk
He climbed the wood with ease
Then turned around to help her
His smile an open tease.
No way she'd take the offer
That went against her pride
Instead she planned to show him
She could take it in one stride.
Oh dear, what great disaster
Off balanced by a twig
She landed on her bottom
He laughed himself half sick.
The fairy stuck her tongue out
Then with humour quick and dry
She answered with her sweetest smile:
"And next time we shall fly..."
(August 2004)
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Another poem I wrote inspired by a painting from Marcel Lorange. I stared at it for quite a while, trying to figure what could have happened, and then the poem just sort of started to write itself o.O ^_^
What happened additionally though apart from the picture and its story, is that I think I ended letting thoughts of myself flow into this, which relate more to the overall male/female theme. The story to me has turned out to be just as much about the differences, and how male and female each have their own 'fortes', and how this should be handled with smiles and loving teasing to create the magic :)
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Santa Baby
just slip black candy under the tree
for me
been an awful good vamp
Santa Baby
So hurry to my coffin tonight
Santa Baby
may I dare to nibble you some
for fun
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa Baby
So hurry to my coffin tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the pretty pires I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my bloodstained list..
Santa Baby
just one bite and really that's not
a lot..
You won't feel even a prick
Santa Baby
So hurry to my coffin tonight
Santa Honey
one thing I really feel I need
indeed..
just some drops of your blood
Santa Baby
So hurry to my coffin tonight
Santa Darling
ignore the feeling of pending doom
and gloom..
Listen not to your fears
Santa Darling
Just hurry to my coffin tonight
Come and trim the churchyard tree
with blood red bubbles, shiny and for all to see
I place my dark soul's trust in you
Let's see if you will trust me too...
Santa Baby
some blood loss isn't really as bad
as said
Pale is the fashion this year
Santa Baby
So hurry to my coffin tonight
Hurry to my coffin tonight
Hurry.. tonight
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
It was a just for the silliness of insanity competition a friend had set up. We were to rewrite Christmas songs in a vampiric kind of way, and well.. I ended recording my version with a tiny mp3 player (I had nicked from daughter :P) and using an instrumental wav file of the original song (to which I obviously do NOT claim any rights).
I ended winning the competition as I threatened to record more rewritten Xmas songs -chuckles and shoves halo back in place-
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Author: Unknown
Darkness falls upon the soul
The heart is beating slow
The eyes do search the sky no more
Hope has become a foe.
Pain and Tears as company
Doom seems to wander close
Despair drains colours from the world
Dust covers every rose.
All music sounds like death bells now
Dull seems the brightest spark
Lost and alone in agony
Your hours have turned dark...
(written 2012)
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Well, it isn't all about fairies, sometimes they just fly off and leave us in the hands of monsters, don't they...
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(painting by Marcel Lorange)
The paper ready for the task
The feather firm in hand
The light turned up for perfect glow
The inkwell in its stand.
The curtains drawn, no noise to hear
The world lies fast asleep
The peace of night, the best of time
For thoughts to travel deep.
But while it all seems perfect set
With everything in place
The poet gently hesitates
Not moving in his space.
Why does the pen not fill the blank?
What is he waiting for?
The midnight oil is burning fast
He soon will need some more.
Then through the silence, through the still
A hand reaches for his -
No artist ever works alone
He needs the Muse's kiss...
(dedicated to H.C. Anderson)
(written 2004)
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
This is one of a few poems I wrote inspired by paintings by Marcel Lorange. He liked the poems and asked me to make a book with him, but I ended pulling out as my creativity dies away under the pressure of expectations and having to deliver *slaps self* but I did dearly enjoy writing the poems I did write for his paintings. His use of warm colours really soothes me somehow, and this is definitely one of my favourite paintings ^^
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A deserted lone island,
away from all strive,
What should I take with me?
A hairbrush.. a knife?
I sat and I pondered,
I mulled with a groan,
for 10 long years stranded..
no computer nor phone!
Then through contemplation,
and the silence around,
I heard a soft whisper,
And a sweet giggling sound.
'What are you still thinking,
you silly weird fool?
Now go in the garden,
grab the seeds and a tool!'
And of course I obeyed,
not much choice in the matter,
whatever I could think off,
that voice it knew better.
So I grabbed me two seed packs,
and a watering can,
then I allowed them to take me,
where even I'd get a tan.
And once they had left,
and I knew it was safe,
I started with planting,
only watched by a wave.
It was an odd garden,
admit this I should..
only mushrooms and beans,
among the palm wood.
But they grew and they thrived,
in the tropical heat,
till a ring they did form
and a beanstalk so neat.
You guess where the stalk led?
Yes of course - to the gym,
where the giant would chase me,
so I'd stay fit and slim!
And when I'd need music,
and dancing and glee,
I'd let the ring take me
to the fairyfolk wee.
Now I am learning the fiddle,
and I have so much fun!
Still got all my friends
AND THE TROPICAL SUN!
Tis the fairytale life,
every princess should see,
but choose your seeds wisely..
or you sleep on a pea....
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
I got no clue what the challenge is really about to be honest, but I figured it was about an island and what to take, and sorry if it was a closed thing only for friends, do not mean to intrude, but I have not written a poem in a while and so I thought I just give it a go ^^
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Bathing in the moonlight's glow
Danced a maiden, soft and slow.
Tender notes, none else could hear
Seemed to reach the maiden's ear.
A gentle smile upon her lips
She stroked the air with fingertips.
What made her dance, what made her smile?
What made the moonlight worth her while?
The answer only she did know
In the moonlight's softened glow.
And with her the answer stays
While she gently moves and sways...
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
I wrote this 2010 for a character I played in an MMORPG, as a sort of explanation for her name :)
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Author: Unknown
Little eyes, shiny and bright
Have so much to see
Spotting wonders in this world
Behind every rock and tree.
Tiny fingers reaching out
Entwining mommy's hand
Urging me to follow her
Right into Wonderland.
Little feet (though sometimes stumbling)
Know the way so well
To a world where fairies live
And unicorns do dwell.
Through the years and growing up
And chasing wealth and fame
The most of us forget this realm
Which really is a shame.
But thanks to you, my darling child
And your tugging little hand
Life gave me a second chance
To return to Wonderland...
(dedicated to and written for my beloved little Nissi <3)
(2002)
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
I wrote it for my daughter and had planned to have a painting created by Marcel Lorange, who I had made friends with and whose fairy art I absolutely utterly adore. Money was short though, and I would not have wished to talk the artist into working for less than what would have been deserved, so the painting unfortunately never came to be, but dreaming of having it done was worth something too ^^
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