Death Note Poetry Entries

[lastsanity]

This is not about Death Note, I have only written some poems in a cosplay Death Note during my spare time because of my joy of writing. Because it was out of mere joy, and I had never really done this before, they were minuscule in size and especially in talent. But things born as hobbies live as hobbies. It is also worth mentioning that Eric's poems are significantly better than my own and I suggest you click the back button if someone has foolishly clicked on this when not having checked out the other. I have decided to start this simply out of boredom and the fact that I can't sleep. So well, enjoy everyone I guess. I will not post all of them at one time, for some of have may heard the quote, "Never say everything all at once."

===Journey Asunder Darkness===
Date: May 13th, 2010
Begotten with life into the world of death;
Born alone in company of masquerading despair,
Your eyes open to see, your mouth opens for air;
The light is gone and you inhale your first and last breath.
Ah poor animal! you then open your eyes;
Only to witness your journey asunder darkness
It sounds like barks and squeals; utterly soulless--
The more attention paid the less you hear
Do you think you can just lay there? they say,
Your life will be spent to relieve each useless self.
You shall not succeed, for a true entertainer entertains oneself.
But alas, you set forth with corruption at bay...
Ride the boat of meaning through the lake of meaningless--
Animals sailing aimlessly, clueless of their own treasure: the heart
When does hate end and the love start?
Your ears close, your hearing returns--sharp as a knife,
Your moth ends its first and last breath and clinches tight.
Your eyes shut, the perennial night replaced with a tunnel of light.
Begotten with death, into the world of life.

Fin

Note: After almost a year I suddenly picked up the idea again but instead to write a less joyful praising collection of words. I am not too fond of this one either, but I like some of the lines in it.

===Aupoluktok Kavik===
Date: May 13th, 2010

Here my call, oh wolf of yore and purity--

For what is truth but what we feel?
Is not love logic and real?

We, upon our alien two feet, find sovereignty;
We, with out corruption, call the people of the forest animals;
We, without feeling, think red hands are key?

Oh majestic wolf, angel in disguise, atop the mountain of heaven,
With your voice of ancients, commune thy moon,
And cast upon the humans a shadow of omen--
For they fear the night, and the world soon.

Fin

Note: I wrote this much shorter one on the same day as the other depressing one. Except this one is better and has a 10 line structure that I like. Also, Aupoluktok Kavik means Wolverine Wolf.

And that will be all for today. I will post more from my list in the order I made them just for fun sometime soon.

[Eric Easy E Pelka]

You actually use rhyme schemes...I like your poems better....hahaha...they are more poetic.

[lastsanity]

XD I would actually love to do poems without rhyme schemes because they would be more free and I could focus on the actual writing but I have some strange compulsion to make them all mesh. But thank you I guess haha.

[Eric Easy E Pelka]

Sometimes using form is just as expressive as speaking in honest words.

[lastsanity]

Well said, Eric Shakespeare. Or Eric Allan Poe. XD Anyways yeah I spend some time thinking about the form so I don't put filler in it just to rhyme, everything in my poems have honest words like you say. Unfortunately most of them aren't very cheery. But of course it is easier to express sorrow than it is joy... in my opinion.

[lastsanity]

===Sun of Man===
Date: May 14th, 2010

Everyday, thy gilded sun rises into the dull sky
Granting sight of Earth like a glorious beacon.
"But does one see the Earth?" I ask the sun passing by.
He stays silent, eager to take refuge behind the horizon.

As the shameful sun lingers, it's rays illuminate all
Putting the jungle of man in plain view to meet
Our air is dark plumes of smoke, our trees large buildings -- wide and tall
Fields of trash and radiation; flowers of concrete

Soon the sun hides itself and calls forth the blinding moon.
It too living with the day only to see the next -- ever since birth.
Oh the merciful moon! she who pities! Oh how I swoon!
I ask thee, "Does thy truly see the Earth?"

Fin

Notes: This one is about how days are monotonous and short, meaningless in a world full of pollution and destruction. The rest is up to you.

There is some more until tomorrow. Next three will be Eneme (Enemy), Last Night, and True Fantasy.

[lastsanity]

Eneme (Enemy)
Date: May 17th, 2010

Danger, you know what to do then!
Get up and reach for your weapon!

Look around, is no one there?
No, there is, just hiding somewhere!

Move quickly, they might get away!
Turning a corner, they must be this way!

A flash, you see their guilty face --
Strike, strike! Strike all over the place!

Glass shatters and a pain surges...
A shattered glass is where your blood purges.

Fin

Note: Alteration of the spelling of Enemy corresponds with the meaning of the poem...

True Fantasy
Date: May 19th, 2010

When does the fairy tell its fairy tale?

Our story is of steel planes, the sky dragonless;
Love only talked about, the air magicless.

I stare out at life through the window-sill--
Knights hiding in the rivers of beeping metal.
There wise horses staying on the enchanted hill.

Princes dead and princess' hearts laid out like a meal
Once upon a time, I thought the world surreally too real.
But now, I wouldn't give my life for a royal's sangreal--
Just because of magical you, and the way you make me feel.

Fin

Note: I returned to that 10 sentence style from before because I liked the look of it, I actual do it once more.

Tomorrow I will post Missing Sin.

[lastsanity]

===Missing Sin===
Date: May 23rd, 2010

God's creations, my disgustion--
Greed and list is their revolution,
Pride and envy is their initiation,
Sloth and gluttony is their presentation.

Now all we need is wrath to descend on mankind--
Saying their name burns thy tongue and mind

You all desire the same; you all desire the world.
My last sanity -- all but swirled.

We were put here to learn and love undettered
The more known, the more pain, the wise have truly suffered.

Fin

Note: Pure misanthropy... Seven Sins

Three short ones again I know. The next three are longer, especially the third one which is my favorite and latest one... They all are In Love with Love, Cupid's Sorrow, and How To Use It.

[lastsanity]

===In Love with Love===
Date: June 9th, 2010

Who would have thought--
That the best heart that could be bought
Would be the easiest to be caught?

New love is the rush of its blood
A hesart that bleeds; the world would flood
Racing lust desperate to cover the wound with mud

The first fish is better than all the galaxy
Sold souls before it deemed nasty
Next on that long list even me

Soneone's loss, another's win
The heart admires the admiring grin--
But it will always know of other admiring sin

It knows no loneliness; no bore--
The possesor is allowed the most to adore--
Until love falls in love once more.

Fin

Cupid's Sorrow
Date June 30th, 2010

There is nothing worse than watching Cupid fire the arrow--
Other than firing the arrow yourself with an overused bow

I'd give it all and more
If all and more was left,
To the stranger that bared my lover's name in theft.

So now I watch my target; did I git it? Did it strike the skin?
Of course I hit, everything is easier once you do it once.
So it struck, but did it break the skin?
No--but there is always blood; always a new scar--never forgotten once

But nothing is worse than firing Cupid's arrow at your foe--
Other than being the arrow, shot by love with an overused bow.

Fin

==How to Use it===
Date: July 2nd, 2010

What if there was a rule-ridden book
Black, white, red cover -- it makes no difference
Page after page empty and blank
Given to you from the gods you cannot see

Would you write the name of everyone you hated?
Would you write the name of everyone who has sinned?
Would you write the old? The weary?
You may tear out each page of emptiness
Or rip apart what you've marked
But every page will come back
Your progress done but hidden

How about the boy with the white har?
Or the man who fears what's outside?
The girl that follows the beast?
A human who is always bested?
Or maybe the one just like you.

If not would would you try to give it away?
Give it to the one you love more than your pages
Willing to lose what separates you from them--
And trust another with something they already have?

How about a deal? Yes a deal--
A notebook is more than all can believe
But if you want more than you can conceive
Trade your heart for your eyes so you can believe
And as you hand speeds, so does your life
And when its all clear, so the shadow at the end of the road.

This could be all too much for you
You're fragile and because you are to be broken
You fear the unknown for what it may be
Or for what you already know
Perhaps, nothing but you should be written

When the novel closes, and its returned to the heavens
A light shines brightest in darkness in front of the pages
The one with empty book is the greatest story of all
The one with the empty book is the greatest story of all
A notebook's purpose is purpose itself
The question of the book's existence being the answer

What do you want your Death Note to say?

Fin

Note: My favorite poem. Every line has two meanings... and yes the Death Note symbolizes life in this.

[lastsanity]

===Silence is Bronze===
Date: July 26th 2010

When it rains it shines
When it rains it pours
When it pours its cloudy
And the clouds are called heaven
Hanging above the Earth we dig
Right through the ground
And when we point at our feet
We call it hell

Sometimes I just wish I was mute
So the people will stop expecting
Because silence is bronze
Everybody looking for a little distraction
To get through this world

And here I sit spending my time
Hiding my head in the clouds
Where it rains and pours
Hanging above the Earth we dig
Where we all point in the sky
Silence is golden in heaven.

===Dear Everything===
Date: July 2nd 2010

Hello my sweet love afar
My heart's beautiful goddess
And my wishes shooting star
With a face I could never forget
But a face I've never fully known so far

Let me read my Venus a poem
And hope you hear from wherever you are
Drifting in space's empty kingdom
I can't promise I can say what others can't
But I'll feel what I feel no matter the outcome

As I cling to my few pillows
Pretending that I have you this instant
Pretending to be normal and without foes
Shedding my fears of loneliness
In the form of tears and sobbing woes

If you'd just hold onto me dearly
Like you hold onto beauty's gaze
I'd never ask for anything sincerely
Just keep me within your embrace
I'll love each word you speak to me

You know I am an empty slate
Nothing more to offer than a forgotten heart
I'd like to paint the world with from the first fate
Color this blank canvas with the color of your eyes
And end my final stroke with our never ending fate

Goodbye my sweet sorrow
My soul's eternal guardian
And my imagination's brightest rainbow
With the face I could never forget
But a face I'd love to fully know

===The Shooting Star===
Date: July 31th 2010

Would you like to hear the story of a boy?
A boy who always looked through the window
A boy who made wishes from still stars
As he sat alone as he found it best
As he sat alone as he found it worst
His wish was to be someone's wish
And while he closed his eyes in bed
The still stars heard the quiet voice
They sparkled and glistened
But never did the become a shooting star
So everyday the boy would stare at the window
At the still stars inn the blackness named the sky
Always giving a silent request inside his head
Until it comes out of his lips over and over
Begging everyday until it came out as tears
Hoping to be rid of the life he chooses
The still stars on the otherside of the glass
Watched the quiet boy that was on a hunt
To find the large heart somewhere inside
And stood still frozen just as planned
Time still passed though
Pages of the wordless story still turned though
The world moved on by as him in his room
That lonely place, that hiding space
Stayed the same and the window never moved
The window with the boy looking through
Finally when the world stopped turning
So did the boy
And then the window never saw the boy again
The boy who always looked through the window
Quit pretending to pretend
That those still stars were going anywhere
The still stars still saw the boy on the other end
Just this night the boy was an empty space
That's when all the stars decided to move
As the boy closed his eyes in bed
They all came crashing down around his room
The boy woke up and thought his dreams came true
The still stars never have shot across the sky
Only fallen and broke the window
But the boy never knew and never missed that glass
That shattered glass to him was broken
Before it even fell apart
The boy stayed in his room with his still stars
It was different, they were fallen
But fallen or not, they moved
And the boy never knew any better
And as he let world starting turning around him
Now sitting in his room with a smile on his face
Beyond the forgotten broken window
Behind the boys back
A shooting star came shooting by
But the still stars never had the heart
To let him know what happened
So time came on by and the empty pages turned
But the boy assumed they were filled with words
Full of promise and wishes that he had made
But as time came on by in that room
The still stars couldn't deal with the lie
That the boy who stopped looking out the window
Didn't know the fallen stars were the still stars
That he couldn't count on
They told the boy and decided to leave
While the boy begged and cried
Even with the truth, the lies were all he knew
And as he returned to his window
So he could look out at the leaving stars
He saw the broken shards of the window
That he traded away for the room
That he had been in this entire time
And as he stared at the ruined glass
He realized he had been living the life
That he was trying to be rid of
And trying to want to be rid of
His hand started to bleed
As the boy grabbed the broken shards
To fix what was there and try again
But now he is afraid that he had missed
His beautiful shooting star