Lovely.

[Zeph & Cadeyrn]

Lovely, Darling Katie-Kate-Kate

All The syllables in my arsenal of vocabulary could not describe how dear you are to me. How I adore seeing you, in a very, completely, plutonic way. Katie, who deserves more than she gets, and never gets what she deserves. The freshmen of open views and wonderfulment (Alright, so I made that last word up... bite me).

What a fantastic being you are, more pure than others in unexpected, untraditional ways. Always ready to talk, to comfort, but never comforted. How intelligent you are, smarter than humans twice your age, tainted with ignorance. More Clever than those above you, below you, and all around you. With a smile to light up a whole room, and words to stun a nation.

Katie, Kate, The apple of our collective artist's eye. Holding all her sorrows in a ratty top-hat, like beggar's change. Spill them into your writing, so beautiful and melancholy, full of emotions otherwise unsaid.

More beautiful than Aphrodite, than Summer, than Spring, with more depth than the ocean. For you, I will pull the stars from the Sky, compare them to your eyes, and know you to be the more beautiful, the brighter. I will wish on each 'fallen' star I possess for your company. I will look at the beautiful, pale, moon, and find her more glorious. More Glorious than the stars, the sun, the moon. They all envy the bright intelligence of a single girl.

Shining brighter than a thousand Suns, Is Katie, Kate. Shall I compare her to a rose? No, for they are delicate and common, while Katie is strong and rare. Is there such a flower? A Flower to hold a candle to the fair grace of Katie? If there is, it will be the most admired flower. For none is more beautiful, inside or out, than the Katie I have written about.

[Tantomile Rush]

Nice! I liked the line, "Holding all her sorrows in a ratty top-hat, like beggar's change..." It was really good imagery. Check this out:

Simply put,
I have a fantastic imagination.
It makes things come alive that shouldn’t be…
It makes me want to kiss you.
I know you’d be soft,
Surprised,
Uneasy,
Metallic.
That last thing is my favorite part.
You’d taste foreign, and because of that
I’d want more of you.
So much more than I know how to take,
So much more than you know how to give,
And that would be the best part of all:
I would kiss you softly,
Then look at you.
I would stare forever,
Assessing the future in your eyes.
I would roll the lingering spices of you in my mouth
And commit every nuance in my memory.
Then I would touch your face,
Just for a second,
And breathe.
I would breathe, and I would kiss you again,
Sweeter than before,
Softer than before,
Safer than before,
So that I couldn’t hurt you, and you couldn’t hurt me.
Then I would leave you standing there,
Stunned
And I wouldn’t look back,
Because nothing could change what you meant to me
In that moment.
You would be you
And I would be me,
And the isolation would drive you insane.
You would watch me in days to come,
Wondering what I was thinking,
Worrying over yourself.
Did I still want you?
This is the question that would torment your every moment,
Sleeping or awake,
Until you’d finally crack.
You’d wait until I was alone, and then you’d speak to me.
Not about confusion, or romance, or physical attraction:
You’d just say hello,
And I’d smile at you, because I really do care.
And you’d smile at me, because you really are in love.
And I’d tell you that,
Over and over,
And you’d kiss me,
Over and over,
Until my imaginings came true
And you really become my Passionate Paramour
Not just a member of my imaginings.

[:.Sariana.: && .:Tarkothos:.]

Lovely, both of you. ^^

Here's mine, completely random but nonetheless from the heart:

Why is it that no matter how much I long to speak
My voice, my tounge, my heart
All hold me in a restraint that I don't want?

Every time I see you, I ache
Because you are the sun in my sky
The stars in my night
The flowers in my spring
The hope in my heart
You are the song in my soul
The mournful howl of the wolf inside of me
And I can't tell you.

All I want is to turn my eyes to yours
And see my own feeling reflected back at me
No, not the reflection of my eyes-
The same feelings, in your eyes.
Some say there's no such thing as heaven
Others say it's a place on Earth
But I know neither is true.
The is a heaven.
You.

Because you are the sun in my sky
The stars in my night
The flowers in my spring
The hope in my heart
You are the song in my soul
The mournful howl of the wolf inside of me
And I can't tell you.

I long to reach out and touch you
To feel your skin, your hair
Most of all, I wish to feel your love
Turned on me, like you sometimes turn your anger
You, who are all I could ever wish for
You, who love another
Why won't you turn those amazing eyes toward the one
Who truly loves you back?

Because you are the sun in my sky
The stars in my night
The flowers in my spring
The hope in my heart
You are the song in my soul
The mournful howl of the wolf inside of me
And no matter what I do
Or how hard I try,
I can't tell you.

[Dominique Ampria]

Is that going to be turned into a song by any chance, Sariana? The repetitive "chorus" seems to lean in that direction. "You are the song in my soul, the mournful howl of the wolf inside of me, and I can't tell you." <--- That was probably my favorite line, especially the last part. Ok, ready for another of mine?

Mute

I wish I could turn down the volume on my life.
That buzzing background noise is so disconcerting
And I can’t stand hearing half the conversations.

You ask me the obvious questions
And yes,
I do answer you obviously.
How I am is nothing to how
You have been
And how I feel is inconsequential to your
Being.
I am but a puppet of your imagination
Playing your shows like a bumbling ballet performer
While you settle back and mourn over me.

Do you know how many hours you have kept me from sleep?
Of course not.
Tormenting over the agonizing pasts and conversations,
I was always there for you
But never dared you return the favor.
Now I am a broken toy, for you have used me far too often.
I do not dance as well as I used to, and I am tired of the same
Routines.

Please, cut loose my strings, no matter the
Bleeding it might cause my fall.
I need not be held up any longer,
Though I have certainly spent an eternity propping you forward.
And you, my wonderfully twisted master,
Can not deny my freedom me.

But again you tug at my bindings,
Commending my joyful pleasures
And longing to be on the stage.
Do you realize the eyes that stare at your pretty puppet girl?
Those eyes were not meant for you, would scramble your meanings
And addle your already muddled confusions.
Why light a fuse that has already burned out?
You are down to the powder keg, and dancing is not as fun as it looks.

Wait!
I am loving you again, the hundredth time over,
And you allow me to fall over my words like a newborn infatuation.
Your desire for attention, need to join your dolly friends;
Will it stop at nothing but my wasted thoughts? Yes, you have surely
Found me out. I am the light of my kind,
The abused waiters and waitresses that never stop thinking
Of the customer.

Tap me across the floor amidst laughter and grins.
No jokes will they make to you.
You are not before them, front and center in the line of fire.
Even your beloved guards have spurned me from their sight,
Where usually I found interesting conversations.
If you keep me in this cage, how will I ever spend my time alone?
Selfish, awful creature you are, my horrible choreographer!
You have ceased to regard me as anything but your own,
And I know not what to do.

Without realization, you have ensnared me,
And I wish I could stop all that music from playing.
I wish the voices would settle down, and the talking would stop.
All I need is a ready made mute button,
So a squeeze of the finger
Could turn everything off.

Even you.

[:.Sariana.: && .:Tarkothos:.]

Actually, yes. I'm composing a tune for it for viola, which I play. ^^

Nessa, you are a very... profound writer. And quite good, too. *re-reads poems*

[Tantomile Rush]

Oh, thank you! It's my way of coping with emotions. Call it a semi-healthy release. I wish I could play an instrument...I mean, I'm definitely a singer, through and through. But I can't read music to save my life.

[:.Sariana.: && .:Tarkothos:.]

Seriously? Me too! When my cat died, I covered, like... pages... still am, for that matter. She was a good girl, Mousie.

I don't really like viola, but I love what I've learned about music theory- I highly enjoy all of the notes and reading and writing, it's much preferable to actual playing.

I'm a singer at heart, though. I have near perfect pitch, meaning that if I hear a note in my range, I can match it, I can sing whatever notes you want on command, and I can tell how far apart two notes are. As long as I'm stuck with viola I only get to sing casually, but I'd love to take voice lessons and possibly be able to go somewhere with it.

[Tantomile Rush]

Yeah, I've been taking lessons for about six years, now. It's my thing. I also have near perfect pitch. I say near because I've had my moments before. But not very often. I'm a choir nerd. Respect, man. Respect. ^_^

[Zeph & Cadeyrn]

Haha.
I'm a bass player.
Orchestra and Electric.
Hardcore, yo.