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The StalkerTake a look around you, Do you find a dreary life? Is excitement there? Maybe you have love, too. Take a look around me: You'll find that I'm in love.
One day I fell in love, It was obviously only you. But did you notice me? I'm always in your life, But am I in your heart, too? I want a home there.
Waiting painfully for you 'there', Struggling between lust and love. Do you feel lonely, too? Let me take you, And I'll make your life Like you did for me.
Dig deep inside me. I swear, nothing's there Unless y The Stalker
by ~dailysestina

Children's ParadiseOne morning the sun rose The sky was clear Another new day Different from the last Yet the feeling is the same A morning without wanton
In this life filled with wanton There is a blossoming rose No two petals the exact same The morning dew on it is clear The flower would not last But it would bloom for another day
There is a crisp feeling in the day No such life is full of wanton Trees breathe each moment as their last Beyond those trees, the hill rose Enhancing the atmosphere so clear More days like this should be the same &nbs Children's Paradise
by ~dailysestina

Hope Is Within EverythingShe looked at her brother He gave her a present It was their secret Promised to remember Of that time, on that day The moment he left home
She was hiding alone in their home Wishing to see her dearest brother It would be so long until the day Her brother would again be present But their parents would soon remember: They are aware of their secret
She became part of the family secret When she and her parents were together at home Etched in her mind was a horror to remember She went through the same torture as her big brother Her pained Hope Is Within Everything
by ~dailysestina

Mother's BetrayalBroken cradle The baby falls A mother cries Her blood stained hands Impending wail Dusty silence
Fallen silence Love to cradle No more a wail Each eyelid falls Hold her weak hands Ignore the cries
Storm bearing cries Thund'rin' silence Look at her hands The Death's cradle Winter rain falls Wind starts to wail
Though the trees wail And the sky cries Only she falls Full of silence Baby's cradle Dug by her hands
Dirt covered hands Her voice won't wail None to cradl Mother's Betrayal
by ~dailysestina

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Aoi BaraThe blue rose that blooms in the night Caressed by the twilight dew A mythical wonder to all who sense That heavy scent that hangs in the wind Stars of fire fall from your eyes As you watch in awe
A stranger eyes you with awe His smile veiled by the night. Your slate black eyes Mingle with the image of dew Your starry night hair is brushed by the wind And you turn with a cautioning sense
He flinches as he looses all sense And he looks to you with admiration and awe Petals fall in a snowfall by the wind Your eyes meet even though obscured by Aoi Bara
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Where the trails returnA wind swept town Turned desolate by The years of regret and use A blue snake winds its way Past the massive caged walls. Entwining with the grey backed centipede
That spreads it many legs
To the far reaches of the valley floor Choking down the blue snake
Whose fangs cannot find a purchase. Mist and clouds encumber this bleak town,
Hiding the real picture to be seen: The outside world We continue to age beyond our years, Hoping that someday our traditions will be reawakened And yet we leave, some come back to the cage Others stay in the real pi Where the trails return
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101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX per aspera, ad astra.

to the angel of the halls of time:
          in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
          heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding            some forest thaw in spring where he was static            bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
&n 101412PARALLAX
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The Sestina

Sun Apr 18, 2004, 9:05 PM

4/19/4 Edit: Sestinas have their own sub-section now! ^_^

Mission: A Sestina A Day

What is a sestina?

A sestina is an old, fixed form of poetry. It has six six-line stanzas with a three-line ending stanza. The words that appear at the end of the first stanza are repeated throughout the rest of the stanzas in a different, set pattern. The same words repeat in the final stanza with two of them in each line.

The format I use for sestinas is:
1. ABCDEF
2. FAEBDC
3. CFDABE
4. ECBFAD
5. DEACFB
6. BDFECA
7. BE DC FA

For the prime six stanzas:

The first line is the last line of the preceding stanza

The second line becomes the fourth line in the next stanza

The third line becomes the last line in the next stanza

The fourth line becomes the fifth line in the next stanza

The fifth line becomes the third line in the next stanza

The last line becomes the first line in the next stanza

Why are you writing one every day?

Sheer boredom? Love of writing? Desire to memorize the pattern? A mixture of them all. Sestinas strangely fascinate me, and I want to become better at writing them. You can't become better unless you practice, right?

I can't guarantee I'll write one every day, but I will certainly try to get a couple up every week. I plan on writing them during school, since I am oddly inspired to do something artistic in school while listening to lectures and such. It is better than sleeping, yes?

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~Starlight-Suzuka Aug 5, 2004, 6:40:47 PM

wahhhhh! where are you?!

/.\ so....lost. . ..

--
We've found a kind of paradise
in a flowers bloom. . .
We've weaved a web of mystery so wide
we need the light of day. . .
- "Srangers" by Yoko Kanno

*oddlyaromatic Apr 28, 2004, 8:22:25 AM

Please please please please please punctuate something. I'm torn between a deep love of the sestina form and the maddening unreadability of your poems. Just a pet peeve that spoiling the reading for me.

--
I'm one of your talking wounded.

~dailysestina May 1, 2004, 6:39:14 PM

I never figured that would bother anybody. I'll give punctuation a go, though.

Thanks.

*oddlyaromatic May 4, 2004, 2:31:32 AM

May God bless and guide your comma- and full-stop-insertion.

It's not a problem if the poem flows without it. But when you read it back in your head, I bet you pause in some places, because you instinctively know where it should happen. I on the other hand, am at a loss as to where you want to slow things down.

You'd be amazed at the kind of arguments this can cause, so thanks for not doing that