These are the last poems I have scrounged up so far. Thank god, I put poems into stories I write. I only lack Love, Artemis, Dreams and Yearning. What I really have any care for finding is “Dreams”. The other three do not hold too much worth in my mind. Love and yearning do not since I do not even remember what they are about. Artemis was short and I know what it was about.

Us

The world freezes when I speak
As if I don’t exist
As if no one is there

Then I see you
You do not really live
You need someone who cares

Do you see me?
I could be your friend
I could save you

You see me
But do you put on a façade?
But you won’t be true

You know the feeling
As if you don’t exist
As if no one is there

When you see me…
I don’t seem to be alive
I don’t have in the world a friend

But perhaps, maybe,
You could talk to me
You and I could be companions in the end.

 

Oceanic Night

He’s an angel with only one wing
The sky is a place he isn’t meant for
Where the sun’s flames eats everything
And you’re scorched if you’re to ever sore.

…A pane of glass on which he fell
A wing had been eaten off his shoulder…

Never was he meant for the flaming blue sky
With a fire that ignites, eating at planets
The very place where he would surely die
The day is her time for pain and lament.

…A sunless sky is what he wants
Where he would be with the glittering stars…

There she lays with no breath in him
On a vast bed, the shimmering sea
He feels like he’s in the lure of the wind
And he’s light as bird and he feels free.

…Charmed by the waves he is lulled to sleep
And his one wing is mended in weightlessness…

Given lightness the sky once promised
There’s no need for vanishing dreams
For once there is a feeling of bliss
The sky wasn’t his place it seemed.

…Floating there watched over by the endless stars
He rests in the arms of the placid oceans…

There is no need to run anymore in this life
Together he’ll be with the comforting sea
Drifting with the stars in an endless night
For once he’s in an escape to her place of serenity.

…This is the escape in time and space where he is the wind
That is caressed in the endless oceanic night of stars and dreams…

Oceanic Night was originally about a girl though. I changed it to a he for the story I plastered the poem in. I am just too lazy to change it back. Either way, thank you Kyle, Eileen and Erin! I found more poems, reconstructed the ones I could vaguely remember and relearned the tunes to some so I could write them down again! Joy!

~The Happy Vampire Sheep