Comments on Profile Post by Pyoo

You miss the wind,
but you moved on.
but what happens when it comes again?
Will you turn back?

the wind blows desolately as seasons past
leaves fall, snow comes, sun rises
seasons die as time flows by
be they good or bad the story must have a end

I'll wait for the wind to catch up
I'll wait until the wind is ready
To blow and fly with me
For our next travel together

The story will end but not the wind
As it embraces those it passes
The seasons will fly and so will I
But the wind will continue to flow

seasons die as the sun shall rise
time flows and the wind must go
bird grows and ages on
the wind flows and time will continue on
all must come and go
just like the gentle wind that once flowed

*mentally noted*

what did you note senpai~?

@ ophi .... i died alrdy it seems.
All come and go without amiss
Yet there is a lingering breeze
In your heart as you miss
The time when the gentle wind kiss

I will be the wind.
I will be the gentle.
I will be the kiss.

our hearts linger when the gentle wind blew
and we all enjoyed watching how the little bird flew
but time flows on without mercy
as the gentle wind passes by as time flies by
the little bird that danced with the wind must not look back but face forward and continue to fly

my poems are awful as always....
why do I try...

*Kicks @Ophious.

*got kicked*
ow!

It is only customary to greet your Aniki.

I did somewhere else

@Risus ... who are you mentally noting? >.>
@ mitch stop flirting...
@ ophi it sounds good~~ at least the previous ones~ haha~

the little bird danced merrily
riding on the joyful winds
but even without the cheers it brings
the little bird dance expectantly

The bird, longing for the wind, a dear friend to once again send its feathers a flutter. To once again mutter gentle song in its ear, to once again be near, washing away the fear of unfriendly piers.

You guys inspired me, thus I decided to dish out a few lines here

But I had to take a shower, so I had to remind myself

I don't understand poems Orz
can you three teach me if you're ever bored?

@Risus okay, great *deadpan* take you time (?)

I'm a free bird.
I can't help myself.
Why must I talk words so sweet?
Why must I prance and dance, and sing?
Is it her?
Yes its her.
Because she makes me smile
Because she makes me laugh.

The wind, friend of all, dancing among any beast, no matter if they fly through the seemingly boundless sky, or crawl among the dust, dirt, and leaves of fall.

Though it may one day leave behind these friends, messages it shall send, witnessed in a seasonal blend. Messages that tell of its coming again.

@ophi i never studied it tho.. So i might not be a good choice..

A bird without wind
A day without light
A night without moon
Longing and losing
Yearning and crumbling

*shrugs*

Poetry, as you call it is something I started on a whim, within the halls of NUF, since then I couldn't escape, the words and rhymes crawl in my mind. I can never have enough.

I allow the words to guide me, in a sense, and stitch together rhymes in slim moments of time to aide in the flow as my words go on.

I understood about 35% of that
but thanks anyways

@J-Mitch
She makes me elated
She makes me fly
She makes feel like I can reach the skies
For with her I'm dancing
With her I'm singing
My words of love, never enough

@ ophi rhymezone is your friend. and synonyms. and the rest is history (?)

@Risus
So good :"""") I can't reply..
the wind dances among all
not differentiating, not discriminating
it views all as equal, sheltering them kindly
while I view it as special, one sidedly, left behind

Childishly fluttering to and fro
Whimsically putting on a eternal show
Happily dancing among branches and leaves
There one moment, it seems, and gone the next
A mind simple yet complex
Its language incomprehensible
Its presence always dependable

The wind

You people will make me run out of likes again..............................................

The wind is freedom, its home is the sky.
A bird's kingdom is the sky, freedom its prize, and the wind its companion.

The rock is the antithesis of the wind.
The rock is the foundation that makes the sky.

So why do you leave it behind?
Why do you spurn it alike?

It watches you go.
It watches you soar.

It wants to cry,
But the sky has taken that too.

@Ophious I'm so used to it whenever there's a poem-off at this point...

*teng teng* I'm out of ideas.. please continue on ris & mitch~

Welp.. I should go read.

The Wind treats all the same, even with a rock it plays its games, nudging, tickling, slipping along its surface.
The rocks purpose, is to remain unmoved, it sits with comfort along its grooves and silently endures the wind's games, yet occasionally it cannot remain the same. The rock clatters amongst its brothers telling each other of their eternal friend, the wind.

@ Mitch: Ophi is telling you to sleep tho...

My lil-bro cares for me.. But Reading is more important at the moment.

SLEEP DAMN IT!!!!

So you can flirt when I keep my eye off you?

I am reading emperors domination
so I only glance here once in awhile

.
The wind leaves its marks
On all it touches
It won't let you forget
It's invisible presence

The rock remains steady
But it can't help accept the wind
As it caresses and shapes it
To a thing of beauty

Lol. I was expecting the last sentence to be "to a beautiful thing"

The wind will shape it?
Obviously it hasn't seen Mt. Tai.

what about the core?
the heat and fire inside?

Will it cool it?
And let the world die?

Or will it just kiss it?
And burn bona fide?

how is it different?
btw, rocks aint mountains...
bbtw, you aint sleeping?
bbbtw, the birds are forgotten already orz

No. Just how I was reading it.

*Rock not 'rocks' meaning earth.

I'm not sleeping. I'm reading your words.

birds are not forgotten. How could they be?

they weren't mention in the poems anymore

You think I have forgotten you.
That beauty; that grace

Those colors streak across the sky
And my heart aches

You force me to say bye
I cannot as I'd rather die

I don't want to leave you
And let others give you their perch.

I will be that perch, that ground, that rock
Even if the wind takes you from time to time

Because I know,
you will have to come back to me when you tell the sky bye bye

The sun sets, dyeing the sky an autumn colour
The birds return home, done for the day
a single tree stayed still by the cliff side
waiting for its children to come back to it