Tor's Crap

[Tor]

Good Poems SN. I'm gonna post some old poems I wrote back in the days.

I've Forgotten what beauty looks like
I've forgotten the majesty of it
I've forgotten all the lost memeories I never seem to have found

I can only recollect the broken pieces through Her...
A girl, engrave in the crevices, dividing, changing, creating my heart
In Her, memories once lost begins to materialized to form.
What beatufy was once known to be, by me, but now
Reborn to what it's truly meant to be...

Her face, so smooth, so soft, so mesmerizing...
It puts me in a forever's moment mood, of being mystified

Her eyes, so enticing, so captivating, so magnificent...
It causes me to fall endlessly into them
HOlding me, controlling me, hypnotizing me
Like a pendulum's swing
Never to espape Her, nor do I want to escape Her

Her voice so harmonic, so angelic, so wanting...
The sun rising, the stars sparkling, the world spinning
All occur because of the gentle melodies
Orchestraing thorugh her luscious lips
My heart melts...

Her body so lovely, so perfect that it seems unlreal, so iressistible
It screams at me urging me
I step back
Unreal...

Her beauty unmatched by any being, you must know
But what about the foundation to her beauty?
The twilight of stars?
the sweetness to a rose?
The light to day?

It's her personality
It's so exquisite, it's so infinite, it's so Her...
The Girl that is Her


I remember I wrote this when I was a freshman. I just found it...it brings back old memories of days gone by. I had some really good ones back then...I use to be pretty deep like SN is...but now all my vocab seem to have slipped

[Tor]

Staking a claim upon my willing heart
You captured it and locked it in your cell;
Time tortured me each moment spent apart,
My longing grew like restless ocean swell.
You were a fair, sweet breeze--the breath of spring
Warming my wintry heart eager and blue.
Close by your side love's arrow quelled it's sting;
You were my moonlit night, my morning dew.
With sower's ease you planted seeds of bliss
And flowered memories of naive love,
Your spirit roused me deeper than a kiss
Moving my heart like winds the clouds above.
And though our time was brief and days too few,
My heart still smiles recalling thoughts of you.


Freshman Year as Well.


New Rule Guys for this topic. If you add a comment about the others persons' poetry, you have to write your own as well in the same reply. Lets keep this topic nothing but poertry/art/haiku/etc only...

[Tor]

The Day She Left

The silence...is killing....
The darkness....is filling....
My mind with pitch black poetry
Engulfed in Solitude.
I stand alone succumb to the emotions that slowly erode my soul,
Like withering stones thrown into a puddle of memories.
The day after my tears flooded the Earth
The sun someday will return evaporting the hurt.
Lifting the pain of my skin.

Purifying the person I once was.
A never ending search for the balance.
But have no where to begin.
Dim emotions out on a limb

Free for all
Free to fall
Like in the Fall
Falling like dead leaves

Raking resurrecting dead dreams, It seems
I recall myself speaking in words unfamilar
Babbling words around my thoughts
Like they were running marathons

Suffering from dehydration
I'm waiting for my mental percipation
To fall
Filling the cracks in my wall

Will it Stand?
Will I hand?
Will I fold?

My thoughts unveil a topic, Love.
It seems that I forgot it
Dropped it,
Or maybe the holes in my pocket lost it.

It's missing the day she left.


End Of Sophmore Year I think. I like this one a lot.

[Tor]

~Friends and Family advices…~

Trees reaching for the sky
Cars strolling by
Everything, except you, is on the move
Time doesn’t stop for you to choose

A million thoughts racing through your mind.
Finding yourself standing in the rain; with it you are intertwine
The chaos swarming
The street light’s glare, reflecting
off the drops of rain dripping
slowly. Bewildering
Your lucid face
Realizing you need to get out of the rain; you leave in haste,
to get some advice and be at ease.
You pick yourself up piece by piece.

Everything to you seems to be in peril.
Your friends tell you, “Live like you’ll die tomorrow.”
You feel more confused
like you just been abused

The mother you never shun
Says to you “Two heads think better than one”
That was never comprehended by you,
yet you know it is so true.


Beginning of sophmore year...I think english hw. Had to write about advice. I tried to rhyme every two sentence

[Tor]

Stereotypes,
Like a writer’s imagination jotting down information on a piece of paper.
Limitless, Endless, far reached into the end of the universe that we know of

Stereotypes,
Like a rain drop fallen out of the heaven’s, but not as heavenly,
Exploding in a hopeless sorrow when it smashes into the ground

Stereotypes,
Like one who stands in front of a mirror, trying to imagine oneself as another.
Tweaking, imitating, reversing the true image outside of the reflection,
False…

Stereotypes,
Like a friend cracking a wise joke to you
It’s funny sometimes, hard to understand, and sometimes
A reaction of “What the hell, that’s not funny”

Stereotypes,
Like a pair of learned eyes staring out of a window towards the starry skies, but
Can’t see the beauty of the skies because his window is fogged up
Preventing him, blurring his vision, creating blindness

And I look outside my door
The wind rushes at my face, stingy feeling streak’s down my spine
The world I walk into,
A stereotype


English Project Junior Year.

[Tor]

You wonder sometimes, about the boy across the room
The one that you see when you look the wrong way
In your mind you form thoughts
They linger and seep through

Your mind goes blank
The idea cease
The window bangs, the wind howls,
A bee flies over the window sill

Look over here
Ha, nothing, just the same boy
Frozen in the same atmosphere

The air chokes you
It's so thick, full of emptiness
A little cough bellows out from you
It echoes against the walls surrounding you

Look over here
Ha, nothing, just the same boy
Trapped in his own silence
Not a peep, not a heap of sound
Just the space that surrounds between you and him

The silence is filling
What’s he thinking?
What’s racing through his mind that he can’t seem to form
The sentences, that mends into words

Is it his fault, that he’s succumb to being silent
He just can't seem to let the words linger out from his mouth
Trapped in the abyss that lies within



If he could only catch
But a strand of words
Like the ones you speak out of your mouth
And let it slice through the thick air
Like a falling leaf, during a midsummer’s night
To where you could hear

So quietly, the words creep out
Out his mouth, so as to not leave a trace
And quietly, so quietly
The words slither and dither from it's place

For with such grace
Such heart and such stately charm
You’re reduced to nothing but unspoken words
And that is all he is, unspoken words


Another English Project...How many poems did I just posted up? LOL...man when I read them...they are pretty good. I guess I was an okay write back then...but now. I don't even know anymore. It's like I lost all my emotion. I think it's because of Love. I think I had fallen in love with a girl that's why I wrote like that...like dark. I guess when you are depress or something, you can write better. And when you're happy you lose all the emotion, all the depth.