Hello Fahvier..have you introduced yourself on the New Member's thread?

This is such a beautiful piece and such seemingly simple words have such power,keep writing friend and post and discuss poetry here with us as much as you wish.

Do tell us about yourself

Thank you for the warm greetings. I did introduce myself on the new members thread.  A little bit about me... I have written little poetry, but love to work with words. The works of Tolkien have inspired me to write more. I have also an interest in writing stories, but of that I do not have much to speak of. My poetry cannot compare to that of yours, and I am inspired by all the works posted on here, they are just beautiful. But I will try to post some more in the future. 

Fahvier,

Well said, Rednell, we've promising writers around these corners, and quite a number of styles too.

I bring in some fantasy and darkness (which is arguably true), while Odette strives to keep our minds pure and clear with her splendid work, and same goes for Leelee. Both of them deliver very nice poetic surprises time after another. And Fahvier, in this realm, you're a friend, and I'm looking forward to read more of your work, so I can see the fruits of your own style.

Oerath bows and leaves the hall - to sing some opera.

Good evening, my friends. I'm quite excited to announce that I'm going to finish one piece of story tomorrow, and it will be the fifth part of my series. And then I'll have to buy a new writing book, so I can write down all of the five lyrics, and then begin writings of my book. I've also changed the entitle of that project, and I think this one will be more than fitting.

'The Gathering of Lost Spirits'

I had a surprisingly long day, so I'm pretty tired, but.. I wrote a small, but decent amount of text, and here's a little sample from my up-coming work: 'A tower that lies within the heart of storms'.

'She took a step.. One step too much.. From high she fell..

To the embrace of earth's soil and dust..'

For you see.. She really wanted to die..
She wanted to become one with the dark and impure spirit of the night..
And as her last effort as a mortal, she uttered the following words..

'Darkness.. Take my soul.. Drain it empty.. Then leave me alone..
 No warmth.. No coldness.. Silent whispers.. Hollow voices..'
 
'Magic is the blackest of my desires.. The void of all thoughts.. It is my home..
 None laughs.. None cries.. Death is a choice of my life..'

Beautiful poem Leels,really touching

Thank you Leelee. Well... here is a piece that I wrote a little while ago, it is a little cliché but that's ok... 

May it be that when the sun dawns and the moon hides,

The flowers bloom and creatures rise,

May it be when time goes by

When lives say goodbye and darkness lies,

May it be when all you know seems gone

And all you love seems wrong,

When what you trust is right,

And what you believe be your light.

May it be when all hope fails,

When you have not the courage to prevail,

May it be when the light fades away,

And the hope and joy of morning is washed away.

May it be when you are all alone,

In the darkness of the world,

Left to your own.

May it be when family fades and friend fall,

When hope crumbles and courage crawls.

May you be a shining star,

A joyful tear,

A word of hope and an end of fear.

May you rise to a dawn of open doors,

Where love of all freely pours.

May it be when all else fades and turns away,

May you be the light of day.

Fahvier

I decided to create as I post.

I've been a bit ill, a good ol' cold, lots of coughing and a fever.

I have to get myself back on the road as soon as this illness leaves my soul alone, and then I'll finally begin to write material for my book-project.

So, here I go.

This night is so cold.. My soul is freezing.. My mind is wandering away from my reach..

Why my eyes are so tired.. Why my heart doesn't beat.. Is this song of the dead and the deceased..

Those stars.. They're just like me.. Shining so brightly.. Until they fall down.. And meet their end..

Once there was joy, but it didn't last, it was far too brief..

Once there was life, but then it all died, and my heart was consumed by grief..

'Those who can still remember how they lived their lives.. Unlike me, they're careless and free.'

Heed the words of the blind man.. He sees not, but his words are full of truth and hope..

Awaken the spirits of this night.. Let them see my empty grave.. I chose another path..

There's no mirrors in my old house.. No glass to break.. No images.. No pain..

I can still play my flute.. But I don't remember any melodies.. My thoughts are too empty..

'If I once knew how to play this flute, then why I can't even hold it in my white hands.'

Listen to the wind.. It chooses to remain silent and still.. And so do I..

I've no words left in my mouth.. There's nothing I could say.. So I'll just fade away..

Just like you.. I don't know where to stay.. This is not my sanctuary.. This is not my home..

Go back to the world of mortals.. There's much more awaiting for you.. Many dreams..

When the time is right.. Spread your wings, shatter the silence of night, and fly back as a crow..

And don't lose your faith.. Always when a good and dear person dies.. You must remember these words..

'Don't be afraid, I won't ever forget your name, you'll memory will live through me.

I'll always follow your footsteps, wherever you walk, and even if it's hopelessly dark.'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

i agree with dear Mellon, it was very absorbing and wonderful Thank you.

Fahvier:My friend..your poem is spellbinding and hopeful.I'm sure your a  bright shining star yourself.

Oerath:Awesome feeling,very descriptive as always.

One from me then.

Frodo's Conscience

Shire dreams no longer cradle my sleep,

My eyes are dry with the tears I don’t weep,

My hands bleed,my face bleeds,

My skin is flamed,cut and raw,

Ignited in evil blade and stab of monster jaws,

I cannot stop myself from wanting the One,

I cannot fight when words unwilling leap from my cracked lips,

I hurt him every moment,

But without him,

I’m no one,I cannot accomplish this accursed deed,

Good Sam,know that I love you and need you,

That I’m so bound in my fate,

I sometimes underestimate you,

This double-edged sword gnaws my living life,

I cannot breathe,drink or crying,get respite,

Yours is a physical pain,

And perhaps you feel betrayed,

But know that I can’t help it Sam,

Know that I’ve got this burden,

Much worse than you can ever imagine,

How this will of mine is torn and broken,

Against an enemy who I cannot comprehend,

Forgive me Sam,I beg you to understand,

Give me another chance. 

Oerath-- That was a great piece, I always seem to love your works. Even they have a style of their own. Hope intertwined with despair, that leaves you thinking long after the piece is read.

Odette- I loved that... It gives a real perspective on what Frodo had to go through, that is many times over looked. Something I know Tolkien meant to have in the books. It was a smooth read and I enjoyed it very much. I would love to see more

Thank you for your kind words, Fahvier. I wasn't sure about the text, since I wrote it when I had a terrible headache and a bit of fever, but I'm glad you liked of it among others. Such good feedback definitely should keep me going, but unfortunately I haven't got much of inspiration to write, since I'm still a bit ill. Nothing much though, 1-2 days and I should be back to normal.

I've some material already though, so it's only about time and right mood.

Thank you Leels *hugs*

And Leelee, I am doing better already, and though I still have a little cold, it's quite nothing.

It's always quite depressing and boring when I fall ill or catch a cold, it always affects to me greatly, since I cannot sing that much if I've a cold.

Also, I cannot focus that much if I'm ill, my thoughts are kind of going there and there, but I don't know where. ^^

So, no worries. I'm going to drink today, but I'll remember what happened earlier, and I'll keep my head clear enough, so anything bad won't happen. So, have a nice weekend, same goes to all of you, and see ya!

PS. I'm really getting into this 'I wanna quit smoking' thing. I have been able to resist cigarettes pretty well, and I've no interest to return to that business. And though there has been two times in three weeks, when I've smoked a bit, it felt awful on both times, so it only encourages me to go on with non-smoking, cheers!

Thank you so much, Leelee. It's really hard to quit smoking.. I am not sure how long I've been trying.. Two years isn't enough, but now I'm really confident about myself, and though I know that there will be times when I may fool myself with smoking a cigarette, but now since I've finally understood how bad it tastes, how awfully it smells, I somehow know that I can overcome this challenge.

As for your words about the lyric, I must say by myself that this poem is very strong. It gives a clear picture of the brave heroes and friends as a one group, watching as the spring finally arrives and the long and cold winter ends. I wasn't sure about this piece earlier, but when I decided to read it with time, I found it to be very interesting. Surely a writer can like of his own work?

Also, I've noticed that I kind of use some basic elements of common philosophy and my imagination to create very interesting parts, such as:

'One hand will catch all of the leaves as they drop from the branches of trees. And the other hand will prevent the tree from falling, when it's roots are far too old and weak.'

What a strange feeling.. to wonder about something you've written by yourself. Not a daily thing.

Has Oerath fallen asleep during one of his long and tiring journeys? The answer is: not.

I am sorry for my absence, which has lasted for bit over two weeks. I've had some real life issues and that kind of stuff, so I haven't even been able to concentrate on writing.

So, here I stand once again. In the front of those same old and heavy doors, which allowed me to enter the halls and galleries of vast knowledge and inspiration, and I feel it's time to do so once more.

Anyway, I hope you've all been doing well, especially you two, Odette and Leelee.

I'm going to come up with something, maybe a token from my unfinished sections or a new writing, who knows, but it shall be posted by tomorrow, and that if something, my friends - is very certain.

- Oerath.

Once again, I thank you for your kind words, Leelee, but I can assure you that I am doing finely, though I need to get prepared for the hot and unbearable summer and a lot of physical exercises.

I fell asleep too early last night, so I wasn't able to finish what I started, so I did it today.

This one line of words has been bugging me lately, and every time I've tried to continue it in my mind, I have lost the grip of the required words, but now, I've come up with a very good solution, and thus I want to write it down.

So, here I go. (PS. I know it's kind of riddleish, but that's how it was meant to be.)


When the rivers are all dry, and you don't know why

just take a look up into the sky, far beyond the clouds and the sunlight

something calls for you.. something that was left behind..


When the grass is pure and green, you know that it's finally spring

just go out and see if this world still exists, if there's fog or mist

then you must seek out the one, who calls for help in your dreams..


Let the candle burn, let the crows swarm in the sky

they're not waiting for you to die

Let them know that your spirit is old, but yet so strong

let them know that your heart is wise and bold

And maybe they'll give you wings and teach you how to fly

'If you accept the gift of life, then you don't have to say goodbye.'

When nights are getting cold, remember the sun, the light of old

If your soul is pure and without scars, then you may able to feel it's warmth

Think about the past days and weeks, try to remember the one who sought you out in your dreams

'If a well seems to have no bottom, then you may try, if a stone can manage to reach it from up high.'

The stars are seeking for your aid..

The night is without the light of day..

If you're able to bring her back to the sky..

Then you may see, how she really smiles..

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

The Splendid Tree

When my heart was bleeding, my breaths coming in gasps and my arms

trembling with grief-

There you were. I came stumbling out of the thickets and looked up.

There you were most honorable, grand and beautiful tree of Lothlorien, all

covered in golden leaves. Alone in a wide space standing stately tall like

Queen Galadriel herself.

Like the Elven child I was so many ages ago I ran to you, wrapped my arms as wide as i could

against the soft bark of your amber trunk. Sobbing, frightened as no elf should ever be, as I had

never been in all my long life

That is what comes of mingling with men and the sons of men and being grafted into their hearts.

And like a mother who loves deeply you let me feel the life coursing through you; your bark felt comforting , the hugeness of you began to dwarf my grief and gradually

peace came upon me like a swaddling blanket of warmth.

I was saved, saved from destruction of mind and thought, my heart began to mend.

IT has been one hundred long years since i ran to you my friend, my comforter and each time

I have faced dark dreams and black realities there you were, my Splendid Tree.

I have  to leave you now and the parting is almost more than I can bear. You cannot come and I am both stricken with the thought of never seeing you again, never knowing your silent fellowship

and knowing that some day someone else will run to you and be the one you nurture.

Farewell Splendid Tree, may the soil under you remain rich and healthy and secure and may Lothlorien always stand guard over you  even when  we three are  no more than a half forgotten legend.

Anything you will have to offer will be well worth waiting for dear Odette, and I am quite sure Oerath would agree.

@ Leelee: Thanks, Leelee, and yes, we'll just have to wait for Odette, so she can catch us up once more, and throw us another good piece of work. Her latest was good, if I haven't said this earlier (now I've said it, ha!) - and I'll be waiting for more. And oh, I liked of your writing, as usually, I'll clap my hands together and bestow you with the gift of knowledge and wisdom. /kneel and send your hails to the gods.

@ Odette: I haven't seen you around for quite a while, and I guess the same goes for me too.. (I kinda miss ya!)

The reason to all of this and to my break is the fact that my computer got pretty hacked bit over three weeks ago, and now it's all back to normal.

It was a bad situation, along with all of the stress and things of the past few weeks, man, it was so tormenting.

Anyway, I'll now have to sort out a lot of things and stuff, but I can assure you two that I can be found from somewhere around this site. Any day, any time, it's possible.

- Oerath.

Hello my fellow friends! I have to apologize for my long absence to this thread; My computer crashed, first from virus and then went completely on the blink. I have not had much time to come on here, but I have the computer problem fixed. Now I just have to post a writing soon. 

Oddette: I really liked your last poem. It had great meaning and flowed very nicely. Please continue with more like this...

It's good to see you, Fahvier, and I think you both managed to bring up something very enjoyable.

I am also sorry that I've been quite in-active for some time, but I am going to put an end to that.

Now it's my turn.

There she walks with her head up high..

Under the blood red and broken sky..

She wields the scythe of endless torment and shivering pain

A weapon of growing hate.. And her lust for death and decay..

'You know her name.. But you cannot speak out the words..

You know that death is much better choice than her empty promises and curses..'

Thousands of stolen souls.. Awaiting to be freed..

And wherever she roams.. Chaos follows her and fulfills her tasks and needs..

Night is nothing, but a reflection of her true malice..

Death is nothing, but a small relief, if she resurrects you..

To serve her eternally in the afterlife..

Death is her name.. And such is your fate..

She is the harvester of souls.. Colder than any winter..

More darker and crueler than any storm..

Her heart knows no grief.. And as silently as the river's stream

She will steal your soul.. She will take it as her own..

And after that you'll no longer be a part of this world..

'And when the sun and the moon unites, when she engulfs the sky with her darkness and demise..

Nothing can end her reign.. And those who decide to try, they all are doomed to fail..

Her will cannot be undone.. Her words are poison.. Her desire for power knows no bounds..

Her eyes full of blackness and despair.. And all of her thoughts are without the light of day..'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen.

PS. This will probably end up as the lyric for one of my planned songs, but I don't know yet.

I've shelved many projects, but my current one will hold it's ground, and once I get to recruit some people, it'll all be fine.

Hey, Leelee, and I'm glad to hear that it was readable.

I wrote it in a very short time, and though I had the basic idea of it in my mind, I had some troubles with certain parts of it.

I've always thought of death as a woman in black robe with a long and gruesome scythe in her hands, and in many stories and myths, she has been described just like that.

If that writing should bear an entitle, it would be: Death, The Harvester of Souls.

PS. Next one won't be a dark writing, it will be something very joyful and full of peace.

Hey Fahvier thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it

I absolutely enjoyed your work too.

@Oerath:Great as always.Keep it up

Sorry I misunderstood you a bit Oerath, but still I eagerly wait for your next piece all the same