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Strangeo Forum NimhsLab's Poetry    NimhsLab      6/4/2013 I am wandering, I am lost, I do not know why I am. Who am I, as I walk away from every-thing I knew? What can I say, when I have no will to speak? I am not who I once was, nor can I ever return to what I left behind. Who am I, to corner you with what you will not face? What would I say, If I had the words to say how I felt? I don't have a direction, and the only thing I feel is cold. Who am I, now that we are apart? What could I say, if you were here? I would say I'm sorry, and turn my back on what I knew. Who am I, as I fade into the dark? What can I say? I have no will to speak. I am wandering, I am lost, because I know who I am. (I'm going to post more random little poems here too.) [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >   NimhsLab   6/4/2013 I am sentinel, and I wait deep into the night, until the sun rises. I am alone, in the depths of my mind, as I stare into the dark. I am waiting, and I am lonely, for I feel my heart breaking. I am tired, of trying to hold myself together, and not be sad. [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >   NimhsLab   6/4/2013 When will we all be free? From our minds, from our hate, from society? Who will press for change, when they know they will be shot down? Where will I go, when society comes for me? What will I do, when I am the one being shot down? Why will I have to run, when there is nowhere to run to? How can I stand this life, when so many people say it is not my place to search for the answers? [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >   NimhsLab   7/6/2013 Come home, my wayward starling, I worry for you, so far away from me. It troubles me, my dear, to see you become your own enemy. Come home, my wayward starling, I hate to see you bleed. I know that you're not getting, the love that you need. Fly home, my free-winged flyer, I miss you terribly. It's strange to see you leaving, it feels like a mystery. Come home, my wayward starling, I worry for you, fading away. It troubles me, my dear, to see you crying. Come home, my wayward starling, I miss you more every day. [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >   rubberducky   7/22/2013  1 Wonderful!   NimhsLab   8/26/2013 This isn't a poem, it's just me describing my mind-space. There is a glade, it has a pond and several types of flowers, as well as having a thick layer of moss. There are large ferns. It is raining moderately, and you can hear thunder in the distance. It is always raining, but it never floods, and the thunder never comes any closer, nor further away. You can hear birds chirping, and they are similar to humming-birds, but large and jewel-toned. They have long tail-feathers like birds of paradise, and long, curved beaks. There are Unicorns, mostly Painted in coat colours, but one is indigo. They shimmer in the damp air, and they are grazing. You give one a carrot, and a plump caramel-and-white foal sneaks up behind you to steal an apple out of your pocket. The indigo neighs admonishment at it, and suddenly soft whinnies start up all around the clearing. You get the strange impression that they are laughing at the foal, whose ears are twitching in a way that looks embarrassed, but it's hard to tell. You give it the apple, and it cheers up instantly, chomping loudly as it eats. You laugh, and the indigo comes up beside you, inclining its head toward you. You look into it's eyes, and it stares back calmly, before nodding. it then promptly lays down, as though still a foal itself, and all the others follow, the foals trotting up to lay down by it's side. It looks at you, flicking its head towards the pile as though inviting you to join them, and falls asleep. [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >   NimhsLab   8/31/2013 I will never be with him, not if I continue down the path I walk now. Too much sadness, too much hurt, too many apologies never spoken, only shown, only seen when eyes meet eyes, or when they don't. He is like coming home, and I am forever lost at sea. He is warmth, and I am in the cold. He is air, and I am drowning. There will never be anyone else for me, though I will pretend, find distractions. I will burn. I will die knowing that the one I love, the one who loved me, is lost to me. Always have, always will. Always his, always mine. Always, a mantra as I sleep, the words behind my eyes, as I pretend to move on. Always. Always. Always. Always his, always mine, always sharing each other's breath, and he hates me for it. Now would be a war, now would be the only comfort we could give each other anymore, to rip each other apart. We are weary, and there are only regrets. too many, too much, too long to have waited. I should have told him sooner, he should have told me. Always, forever. Pain. Him, Me. Never. Never. Never. Never enough. Never cool to the touch, never sooth, never sorry. Never forgive, never forget. Never let go. Never hold again. Death is this. the end is this. Never. Never. Never. Always. Never. Never his, always his. Never mine, always mine. Never mine to hold, always needing to be held. Never. Always. Always his. Never mine. Never mine. No. [chirping and clicking] Clicks for a winter god! >

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