bushwooly!
Here you can read everyone's beautiful, beautiful pieces of poetry. Heehee, if they belong to me they'll be depressing or mad, or maybe both. Hmmm, good luck in your travels, young nomad, and I hope you will find a place that is safe!
P.s. I've only just started to add the dates to my poetry to don't fret if you think you're going loopey!
- bushwoolybaby xxx

List

I Loved Him Edited August 2004
by Bushwoolybaby

You ask me, so sombrely,
Why I'd stare, dare to bear my soul
Into the eyes that you despise so much.

I reply with a sigh and a saddened smile,
For I know the pain, shame I'd cast on you
Whilst I was too busy being a love-struck fool.

I know you hated him, berated him with others,
Though you'd never say, and you never stood in my way.
I thought you'd always be waiting for when I was through.

But waiting is a game less fun for one,
And my days were his and my nights were mine
But my thoughts were for you; there just seemed never the time.

And to find you gone, wronged by my presumption,
Turned my despair and his love into consumption.
And that day I lost you, I lost myself too.

But with his love I survived,
And when it was done, he was turned aside.
For youth brings callous hearts that easily break apart,
To save our friendship that was frowned on by fate.

Alluding Absolution
by Bushwoolybaby

Senses dulled,
To the pain around her.
Laughing people,
People who drowned her.
Joviality and cheer,
Despair which surrounds her,
An un-beating heart,
From the ties that bound her.

When she died,
A time so long past;
Her body, a shell,
From a love that would last.
No one knew,
Of the shadow cast.
An aged young woman,
Who curdled the past.

Now a wake,
For an eternal sleep.
A friendly gathering,
With memories to keep.
Previous laughter,
Forgotten jokes they now can reap.
A simple life lost,
From friendships so deep.

But she sits alone,
Remembering a past to mourn.
Gazing through time,
Watching for dawn.
A crime of love,
That was ended with scorn.
Alluding absolution,
A silent loss, so forlorn.

Sweet Silver
by Bushwoolybaby

A dagger lies
On the table just there.
It bares a blade of silver,
Where a craven raven takes flight
Fleeing from the mortal edge.
And I will sit, and stare, and sigh,
But to try and prize my eyes away;
Impossible.

Death has kissed my dagger this night,
Singing its glorious song of end.
And oh, my friend, it was not merciful.
Such a pretty thing, made full of passion
In the fashion to play god.
I've not the heart to play,
Nor to stand, nor look away.
I am fine, just sitting and staring and sighing
In this world of darkened ice.

It's so cold here, so cold now.
I can feel it pierce my flesh
And caress my bones, before they snap.
Oh gracious, lenient, kind-hearted life.
Please pierce my heart and end my strife
As I have not the courage nor the strength
To do so myself.

Pitiful coward, weak as a daisy.
Yet flowers wilt in the cold,
Perhaps I shall be as lucky, and break this hold
Life has on me.
You slipped away, so easy, so quietly.
I am jealous of you, my friend,
For you to send your woes away
Was as easy as just to let go.
And I, your foe, I suppose,
Gave you what I could never give myself.

Did it feel as sweet as the silver acts?
It shines so alluringly
Condolingly giving you its promise.
It promised me death, but it could not,
Would not steady a shaky hand.
So it banned me from its promises,
And gave them all to you.
Gave you all I implored for,
All I adored it for.

You stare now, so unseeingly.
And I called, and called,
But you had me fooled, as ever,
And never answered.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry,
And I beg the earth to give you peace,
For that is now where you must go,
Down below this craven existence, where, someday,
I can share the world with you.
But for now, the sweet, sweet silver
Won't stop singing.
And it fills my heart with longing
For a belonging to a life that has no wrong in.
Ha, even the dying can dream.

I doubt I can refrain much longer,
From this pain
That's killing me.
And the sweet, sweet song
Of silver.

Epitaph
by Bushwoolybaby

They judged him for his insanity,
And the cuts he made in anarchy.
They judged him for his ways,
And counted down his days.

They mocked him for his conceptions,
And advised him on redemption.
They mocked him for his ideas,
And controlled him with his fears.

They'd rebuke him for what he'd say,
And dismiss it right away.
They'd rebuke him for how he loomed,
And said that he was doomed.

They prophesied his death,
But how could they have guessed.
The only way to end his strife
And to stop it all was to take his life.

Dark Angel July 2002
by Bushwoolybaby

Swirls of jagged darkness
Swirling through the mist,
Curling through her curling hair;
As icy as her kiss.

Caressing her perfect body
White eyes seeing past
Eternity and forever
Her poisoness spell is cast.

"Don't struggle, lad," she whispers
"For it will only do you bad.
No time we have for grieving,
So watch me now, my lad."

She calls him as he tries to run,
And wraps him in her wings.
He cries for her to let him be
But quiets as she sings:

"Hush, my child,
Be still, my child,
Lie in mother's arms.
Be still, my child,
And hush, my child,
I'll keep you from all harm."

Her beauty caught him in her web
And now the spider strikes.
And, forever, what has always been,
The spellbound fly never fights.

With her hunger never satisfied,
She flaps her feathered wings.
Calling for the victim next,
She beckons as she sings:

"Hush, my child,
Be still, my child,
Lie in mother's arms.
Be still, my child,
And hush, my child,
I'll keep you from all harm."

Frozen
by Bushwoolybaby

Do not think you know me, dearest,
For it is a futile waste of time.
And do not look too deeply
For meaning in my rhymes.

Do not look too deeply,
For my frozen soul is weak.
Then you won't see my tear-stained cheeks,
From when my life is bleak.

How could it be possible
To see my bleeding heart?
To see my soul weeping within
And tell my life and death apart?

So never think you get me, dearest,
And never presume to know.
For the deepest pains that rule my life
Are the ones that never show.

Fell Into The Sky
by Bushwoolybaby

I fell into the sky, my heart,
And drowned within the moon.
And though you tried to save my soul,
You bid farewell too soon.

I fell into the sky, my love,
Just because I had to leave.
And though I drowned within the stars,
On earth I could not breathe.

I fell into the sky, my dear,
And was swept away by the sun.
And though you keep on calling, love,
My falling's only just begun.

I fell into the sky, my heart,
And drowned within the moon.
But shed your tears and carry on
For I shan't be leaving soon.

Heart
by Bushwoolybaby

Keep all your woeful excuses, heart,
And keep all your sweetened rhymes.
Hide your wolfish grin, heart,
For I have dabbled before in sinful crimes.

Hide me from your falsehood, heart,
And save me from "sweet connections",
For what I'm merely faced with, heart,
Are my own simple reflections.

So save me from your drama, heart,
The innuendos and the games.
For I am not a foolish child, heart,
And to me it only shames.

So cry your acidic tears, heart,
Cry all your woes and be done.
Cry all your liquid poison, heart,
For I had to bleed for your fun.

Sleep
by LunaLuka

"Slow as sleep,
silent dreams,
of things past,
and yet to come,
regret and hope
thrive in the imagination on the young,
and old."

A Split In The Road
by LunaLuka

Swelling up inside me,
Foundations break and fall
Friendship is forgotten,
I feel so low and small,
Such lies that came between us
And pushes me away.
Such rocky roads beneath us,
I'll find another way

Sing On
by Bushwoolybaby

Why must you sing so incessantly?
Daren't I have a moment to myself
To reflect a single fleeting instant;
To give my ears a chance to listen
And my eyes a chance to see?

I find it hard to be
Anything but numb and dumbfounded.
It still strains my sanity
To think that life goes on whatever the outcome.
That life is life and offers not a single shred of clarity.

But why must you sing,
Sing eternally for me, and me all along?
Internally ripping me apart
So I have to slowly remodel my heart,
To be impervious to your song.

Please leave me be,
And hush your tune.
Please let me banish you from my thoughts
And drown within the moon.

It wrenches my heart but I know
You will never seek your rest,
Until I come and lay silently and still
Within your perpetual bed.

And to face my grave with calm resignation
Would be to unknowingly crave
My final destination.
And though your song clouds my days
Begging me at your side to lay,
I do not wish to leave this life
So sing on, my love, sing on.

Prayer August 2004
by Bushwoolybaby

NOTE: I did not write this to be offensive, only through my point of view. I am sorry if you find it offence.

O tell me my divine,
Inform me through graceless time;
This shroud you lay upon us,
(Us of which is man,
Of whom control this land)
To burden our listless ways
With praying all these days.

O teach me gracious lord,
Of credence and such fraud,
For where I stand it seems
Only foolish dreams to barter
And the excuses of a martyr,
And of stolen faith
From heavenly grace,
That should be sanctioned in ourselves,
Instead of such religious delves.

O learn me my sweet saint,
Of whom with red I paint;
Red for the bloodshed
Your teachings have taught us,
For the death and warfare it's brought us.

And if we,
Men that err,
Men that live and then die,
Are to rely on this, this creation of our elders,
May you bless and mercy us all,
For our misdirected faith brands us fools.

So, my mighty deity,
Forgive us for our piety
And for your love we shall forever contend
So, my lord, Amen.

His Contradiction June 2004
by Bushwoolybaby

His lips of blue were full of life.
His heart at ease was full of strife.
His every fleeting moment last a day,
And he would never abide though did as they say.

He hated the cold and loved the snow.
He buried his son and watched him grow.
He mourned his wife in life and death,
And he never tried hard and did his best.

His life was short and lasted years.
He was scared of it all and had no fears.
His heart was pure and his life was sin,
And he never drank and loved his gin.

He kept his word and always lied,
He struggled to change and never tried.
He was loved by all and hated more,
And he was always so certain but never sure.

He was forever so cheerful and forever so sad.
He kept his temper and got quite mad.
He lived his life and died at birth,
And his grave is surrounded by misery and mirth.

Reaper Dec 2003
by Bushwoolybaby

Time to rest, my darling,
Time to rest your strangled tune.
For my sun, my moon, my world,
Sets this night afire.
And the liar who wrings the words
"I love you"
Will know not the sanity of his soul.

Mine is cold.
Perhaps frozen in the chilled river
Of blood that I've cried.
Do not get me wrong, I have not died
Nor long to.
I just wish to be at peace.
But you thieve from me even that.

Does it give you a perverse pleasure
To toy with the tattered pieces
That remains of my capability to love?
But my heart runs riot with you, my darling,
And to call yourself its keeper
Would be to make you the fool.
For I love the Reaper.

I hear it whispered on the winds,
On the wings of wraiths
That keep me to his will.
I love the Reaper.
I shall shout it for all to hear,
And I shall sneer at your misfortune.
For I have found a love so pure, so undying
That no mortal coil can control us with its whim.

And for him?
Death be blessed and angels cursed,
And you will rot in your perverse pleasure.
And the mortal edge that called to me,
Now I know will set me free.
And then, forever, I shall be
In the arms of my hearts keeper,
For I love the Reaper.

Bitter Theatre May 2004
by Bushwoolybaby

I hold a shameful secret;
It's plain for all to see.
My wrists bleed my anguish,
From a person I can no longer be.

My arms are scarred and withered,
My heart is dead within,
And the love I once offered you,
Is burning from all my sin.

And the friendship I presented,
Then turned my back in spite,
Still waits for you my darling,
Though I hide it from my sight.

I bleed because I feel,
And am the only one that does.
Please stop your lying words
And leave me from this fuss.

If you were to care,
As you swear so you do,
Then why do I try so hard
To make your words untrue?

So say your cares and cautions;
Your loving binds now brake.
And I'll hide my dying prayers
From the love you fake.

For every single moment,
You swear on your soul:
"Your love for me is endless";
I take my last curtain call.

*domicile* *click click boom* *doggerel* *drop a line*

© bushwoolybaby
Do I go around nicking your stuff? No, so don't nick mine!