Starting Up Again

Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Tue Feb 03, 2009 11:09 am
Just wanted too anounce to whomever may see this that I have started writing once again. I do not know for how long but hopefully for a long while.

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-

Sanctuary of Lost Souls

Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:43 pm
Sanctuary of Lost Souls

Another step taken
Another bend round.
Another step taken
Another friend down.

Another metallic ring
What will the future bring?
His last breath gone
More blood in the courtyard.

In a sea of crimson I swim,
Her life taken on a whim.
She was beautiful and glorious
My lighthouse on the dark ocean.

One blade dodged
Another minute I stay.
His wound is deep
and his fall to hell is steep.

Her life was precious
They're useless.
Her skin was perfect
They're torn and scarred.

Through the door I burst
The hall silent as a grave.
A distant laugh
Memory, rage, pain rekindled.

Another step taken
Another step echoed.
Another step taken
Another foe spotted.

The arrow was close,
Another arose.
The string sung
and the shaft stung.

My momentum was strong
My reflexes more then a blink.
When blade met bone
The sent of blood was no longer sickining.

I was dedicated
She was mine.
She had my love
I will now have their blood.

The wound was deep
My blood began to creep.
My steps...

[ Continued ]

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-

Retribution

Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:42 pm
Retribution

Another step taken
Another blade of grass down.
Another breath taken
Another foot down.

Alone I wander,
Alone I stay.
My pace is my own
My existence is cold.

I once had a life,
One in the days of old.
The blood on the sword I carry
Matches the blood on my hands.

I once was proud,
I once was kind.
Now I am weary,
And walk an uncertain line.

My life was taken they had no right,
The betrayers left to walk the light.
Left to die alone,
In the dark I make my home.

Their fate is shared by one and all.
They lay this curse before me,
A fugitive they made me,
My wounds they gave me,
And I theirs.

My sword is stained with blood,
My heart knows no love.
Rage be my only friend,
A heart to me no one will lend.

Another step taken
Another bend round.
Another town on the horizon
Another friend to slay

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-

Dreams Shatter

Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:39 pm
Dreams Shatter

One star fades in,
Another twinkles out.
The old life ends
And the new rolls in.

The grass is soft
The night is long.
The wind is light
Here is wher we belong.

They watched us
They talked to us
They loved being around us.

My trust they had,
The time they wanted.
The money they spent
My life they wanted.

One last run I told them,
We all would go.
Our weapons we brandished
Outfits of black we dawned.

They watched us
They studied us
They were ready for us.

The lock was picked.
Our future had started.
Our enemy was hid
The trap was set.

The rain was crimson
The water was thick.
My enemies were strong
Yet my will did not break.

They faught me
They stabbed me
They could not kill me.

The trap was set
I was the prey.
They used you as bait
Their last effort was deadly.

You lay limp
My heart sank.
My memory fuzzy
An explosion had sounded.

They killed you
They betrayed me
Our love had been murdered.

From beneath the rubble I...

[ Continued ]

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-

You really do not know

Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:29 pm
I have noticed something about myself since I have been back online at SV. I do not stress as much and I do not have that feeling of being alone whenever I talk about writing or think about my stories I had for about a year. I always know that no matter what I still have the same old group to come to at SV who are understanding about my everyday life and my writing problems. My advice to any new member is stay on the site and make use of the forum, these people will help you you no end and will be their for you even through the worst writers block.

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-