Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Fri Feb 15 2008, 03:38pm
Mystic Guilden
Mage
My Dream
Your beautiful face still lights up my dreams,
And for a moment I believe you are alive.
In the distance you become unfocussed,
But through the haze I know it is you.
The dream begins to shatter as my mind awakens,
Tears fall in life and dream,
When i know you are not here.
Wow.
That's all I can say, after reading all your works here.
Just... wow. Absolutely amazing.
I don't know if anyone else has asked you, but have you considered going Prodders? I'd really recommend you look into it :D
Keep up the amazing work.
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Thanks Lioness :)
I had thought of prodders but i doubt i could make a word limit....i write when it comes to me and for now that suits...but thanks for the suggestion and for reading :D
16 years ago
Wed May 02 2007, 09:21pm
Well, you don't HAVE to write when part of Prodders, you pick your own word count and see if you can make it every week. If you don't, doesn't really matter. Just thought it would be better for you as it's a closed thread - as this isn't and can be accessed by anyone, it's not exactly what's classed as "safe" in the writing world lol - and you truly have some really great writings on here,
Thank YOU for putting your writing up here for our enjoyment. Your works are just... beautiful :D
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
lol
Lioness.......after having said i dont think its for me...I am actually looking into Prodders :D
So thanks for the idea..I may just join yet :P
Well I really hope I see you there (and your writing lol) :D
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
From Within
You shook my soul to its very foundations,
Breaking me into a thousand pieces.
You left me vulnerable and weak,
Alone, putting myself back together.
You snuffed out my spirit with a word,
Cold and shrunken I cried.
Still you tormented me,
Screaming the truth, revealing my lies.
Stripping my self-worth and confidence,
You glare from your glass world.
Tearing me limb from limb,
You ravage me from inside.
Picking me up you dust me off,
Placing me on my feet.
Pushing the world out from under me,
You leave me crumpled and confused.
You are my truthsayer,
My consience, my tormentor.
You are me.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again,
Wow.
Wish I could write poetry like that, Ariadne. Your work is so beautiful and so... true. Means a lot.
Thank you again for sharing them with us :)
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Wed May 30 2007, 12:03am
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Two Faces
Dont put me on that pedestal,
I am not who you think I am,
You praise me for nothing,
For just being me,
But you do not see whats inside.
Looking at my picture,
I am said to be beautiful,
But beauty is only skin deep,
Because you cannot see,
The murky smog deep within.
Nature
The wind beats its primeval drum,
Lightning cracks the sky,
Thunder rents and twists the air,
As i sit and watch in awe.
The breeze whispers its secrets,
Sunlight kisses cold earth,
Waves press and pull the shore,
As i sit and watch in awe.
The Fawn Goddess
Singing in a voice so sweet,
The goddess walks her path,
And in her wake the flowers bloom,
Filling the air with fragrance.
Her feet leave no mark upon the ground,
As light as air she moves,
And upon the milky pail skin,
Her blue silken hair flows.
Grey eyes speak of wisdom,
A timeless knowledge of the world,
And even the ancients know,
Of the power within her soul.
The trees bow to meet her,
Welcoming the goddess home,
And brushing against her gentle form,
She breathes in them new life.
Walking to the lakes glass edge,
She stops in silver light,
And as it envelops the goddess's form,
Her human image takes flight.
Standing gracefully on the bank,
Clothed in earthen brown,
Is a fawn whose head is adorned,
In a wreathed goddess crown.
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Dream of Death
I wish you had not gone,
Leaving me to the night,
For once again I have woken,
From a dream of death.
Yet from each dream,
I wake crying mournfully,
Not for you whom i have lost,
But for those still here with me.
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Nursery Rhyme
You sing a song so sweetly,
With a pocket full of rye,
Every note I hear from you,
Makes me want to fly.
The omen is unspoken,
Malice is in its thread,
But I have not awoken,
To the note of dread.
The pied piper is playing,
Meekly I follow along,
Never ever swaying,
From your perfect song.
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Dream Weaver
Running like the wind,
You can’t see me,
Following close behind,
Like a stalker in the night.
From the shadow realm I come,
Sitting in the dark beside you,
Watching you sleep,
I weave your dreams.
Waking to my presence,
You see my face,
Taking my hand in yours,
Your lips touch mine.
I wake to the morning,
Illuminated by sunlight,
Your form fades,
The warm kiss gone.
Was I the dream?
Or was it you?
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Standing at the graveside, I pull my coat collar up to shield my face from the wind. The powerful gusts coming in off the sea are icy cold and leave my skin feeling bitten and numb.
It’s lucky I am not crying. In fact, I cannot cry. While I am sad, a certain amount of acceptance has allayed my mourning, and now I sit precariously between numbness and anger.
The burning question is… did she just give up?
Pushing the thoughts aside, I look at the roses being battered by the wind.
She always loved her roses, and while these were beautiful, there was no scent to their petals. It didn’t matter of course, she couldn’t smell them. More trivialities to pass time.
The feeling of loss collides with my anger, leaving the numb void that seems to be growing of its own accord.
For the moment, anger stays its hand, but the return is never far away and I fill my mind with fond memories in an attempt to reach for the happiness I know is there, buried deep.
Talking to a grave feels pointless. To me the grave is empty. The only time it felt full was when I watched the coffin lowered into the clay below, but since that time, even the dirt and grass feels empty.
Perhaps deep down I know she is not there.
Suddenly I find myself telling her about the jar of pickled gherkins and dill I smashed at work. I don’t know why I said it, although I think that if she had of been alive, she would have been laughing at it whole heartedly.
But for now, its far too cold and I no longer know what to say to the soil and flowers at my feet.
And as I leave the grave behind with its extra bouquet of red roses, I think to my self:
I hope your happy Kath……………
………Because we aren’t.
Happy Birthday my Aunty Kathy!
Hugs and Love,
Kirsty XXX
8/07/2007
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Random Ramblings
The world of dreams is calling,
Echoing across the divide,
Moving between darkness and light,
In the depths of you mind.
The thumming of the ocean,
Beats upon the rocks,
Breaking them into tiny pieces,
Fragments of what once was (?)
The voices are rising,
Not in number but volume.
Swelling to life in my memory,
Telling me stories of what was, is and shall be,
Encrypting them is life’s code.
I search for the answer,
Not in death but in life.
Making up the resolution as I go,
Never finding the true completion of the riddle,
Hiding behind deaths gate.
I love your poetry Ariadne :) You have such a beautiful concept of words and have fashioned them in such a magnificent glorious way.
I love them all, as they are to me stories of experiences :)
Kaylan
xx
im only jsut entering this part of the site.. and im liking what i see your really good at this... very clever!! :)
Isn't she? Our poetic wonder :)
I love "The Fawn Goddess" It's a very beautiful Paganism poem, if you don't mind me saying Ariadne. Very stylistic :)
that is true.. aww i wish i had wonderfullish talents like the two of you lol =)
beautifal peeps :)
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Stone Tower
Through my window I see the world,
Changing with the seasons.
And I wonder what I have done,
To be kept away from freedom.
Who will come free me,
From my stone tower?
The evening comes and swallows the sun,
Stars flare in the glass blue sky,
Awaiting the rising of the full moon,
That I cannot see through my window.
Who will come free me,
From my stone tower?
Watching the land stretching out before me,
Midnight blue wars with black,
And the land becomes a lunar sliver,
While I remain in the shadows.
Who will come free me,
From my stone tower?
The night calls to me in its sweet honeyed voice,
Cautiously I step upon the sill,
Breathing deep the airs freedom scent,
That lies just beyond my window.
Who will come free me,
From my stone tower?
I cannot see the moon,
Sitting beyond my view,
And leaning out to seek the Ladies face,
I stumble on the cold stone sill.
Who will come free me,
Falling from my stone tower,
Passing through the darkness,
To the silver that lies below?
you seem to have a way with words that i cant capture myself very jealous!
extremely talented you are!! =)
I love the imagery in The Stone Tower. I also love the sense of longing and waiting and wistfulness in it. The ending actually made my stomcach jolt a bit, when she fell. I think it's beautifully written. :)
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
I'm glad you have both enjoyed reading.
I get a real kick out of people reading (and liking) what I love writing.
When I wrote that poem, I felt a deep urge to free my mind and write an uninhibited story...but i found by deliberately striving for that freedom, I hindered myself.
Then, out of no where, this poems slips it way past my fingers and onto the keyboard.
So perhaps the longing is my own :)
16 years ago
Fri Aug 10 2007, 09:44pm
I love that! I think such an origin suits this poem perfectly - just coming unexpectedly out of nowhere as a result of wanting something else seems very fitting. :)
I know what you mean about trying to write something uninhibited...the whole desire to let the words soar out seems to just cripple them. Such is the nature of writing, I suppose...but at least it can also lead to lovely surprising things like this. I love it when I'm taken by surprise by what I write.
Mystic Guilden
16 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Spring
Springtime is coming,
Do you hear the call?
Once again the flowers will bloom.
The sun is staying longer,
Do you feel the warming rays?
New sents float upon the breeze.
The birds are singing,
Do you feel their joy?
The season of new life has begun.
Hello my dear Ariadne,
I love how poetic stone tower is, it has such an "locked up princess" feel to it, if you don't mind me saying. I also think of someone who feels trapped in insecurity. It's very fantasy - like!
Spring is a lovely poem. It's such joyous and ecsastic. Makes me feel happy :)
Lovely, as always my dear