This is My and my sis' poems in here, hope you like them :flowersmile:


Given birth by a Harpy, carry the Lion name,
Sisters riddle, not the same, yet kill if you are on their way.

The Sphinx and the Manticore's Corner


The following is mine; it's a song called Alone at Home: The melody isn't mine, just the lyrics. The song is so beautiful I cannot help myself cry some times =P Enjoy my version^^ I was thinking specially of Harry Potter when making it, though it also applies to other cases.

*I'm not an English native speaker (we both aren't); please point out my errors on expressions and such. Criticism appreciated!



Alone at Home
By Nadia Rey


For so long, so alone,
Facing smiling lost of love,
Gazing though the night sky
- No places now to hide -
Thinking of what could have been.

Now no one is at home.
I thought I saw the ghost of a smile
Dancing in gloomy shadows,
Breathing to stand along.
They chant me good bye.

I can't hear you cry,
Can't feel you die.
In the cold, small steps
Of a long empty place
I thought I heard you.

There's no place to end,
No one...

No, no more tears
Where shred my hopes where.
This place I called home
Stores no warm at all,
I lost every of it
Within myself.

I am alone,
But in my head.
So full of myself
I didn't hear you call
My name.

I never knew you were.
Now it's too late,
For all I care,
I wanted to say
I'm sorry.

I know,
I needn't let you know
I could have silence it;
I could have played along,
I let you down.
Now there's nothing I can do.
The doors are closed shut.
My screaming just echoes.

Hear you say good bye.
Feel you no more...
All the places I could have run to;
No one left to go
So I stand here
Alone at home.

Me again
No one replied to my last song, I hope that doesn't mean my writing is that bad
Another of mine now (btw, my mistake, my sis isn't a Harpy, is a Manticore =P, our mother is a Harpy though), my sis' are taking time because I've to translate them.
The following is a song I made dedicated to a fictional character of a story called Berserk (anime/manga), which I recommend to all interested. Sadly I can't put the melody down in here but you still can enjoy the lyrics. :flowersmile:


Griffith, the Puzzle-Man
By Nadia Rey


Silence those tears, Moon,
So as not to cry,
Die dreams made of crystal,
Imprisoned in an iron mask.

Listen to the child's whisper;
'Walk over the bodies of those who are no more
And consume in the betraying dream.'

When I'm solving myself into this
Puzzle-Man.

My eyes are of cardboard,
My tears made of sky,
Dreams where my hairs are,
One by one, dying.
Claws replace my hands,
Within my chest, emptiness.
Today I conceal those demons
So as not to cry...

I want to share my triumphs
With the child in your eyes,
Who is locked in the scarlet stars.
Climb each time higher!

While my own blood cannot make me cry
Any more.

My throat hiding a scream,
A single feather is sealing my lips.
Today the set up
Traps me instead.
My tongue lost in your time,
My memory on that smile,
The skin burns up
At your touch...

Lay those who cannot walk
In the deathbed where I make love to my dreams,
Where it's forbidden to love...
I won't:
Forget,
Grow up,
Die.

Mine, like the sky owns the Sun.
The storm in your eyes; is it
A poet's prose or a kid's doodle
Of who's playing with dreams
Entangled in their fingers...


My eyes are of cardboard,
My tears made of sky,
Dreams where my hairs are,
One by one, dying.
Claws replace my hands,
Within my chest, emptiness.
Today I conceal those demons
So as not to cry...

My throat hiding a scream,
A single feather is sealing my lips.
Today the set up
Traps me instead.
My tongue lost in your time,
My memory on that smile,
The skin burns up
At your touch...


Please tell what you think :flowersmile:

Changed my mind, one last post before going:
This is why I'm the Sphinx..
(I'm posting the answer in my next post :flowersmile: )


1st Riddle

That icing touch
Once and over again
Hunting with smooth pleasure...
My fingers aching,
Slything on every curve,
Makes curl every hair.
Goosebumps on my skin.
Studing the surfice I wonder...
Destined to be my home
To feel it when it's finally the end?
To be what the other feed of...

WOw, Nadia, te pasaste!



PAMSSSSSSSSSSS

LOL Thanks Dawn! Always so nice with me ***Sos un Angel!!!!
Oh I too updated 'Speaking the Devil' :sorcerer:

Griffith the Puzzle-man was in real a song in Spanish
I translate it to put it here -_^

How about my riddle? Want to make a wild guess?

Thanks again for the kind words, Dawn! :sorcerer:
Just clearing out; it's not *who I am* in the riddle (I'm myself), it's the thing I'm speaking about. Does that helps?


What is it that I'm talking about? Make wild guesses, c'mon!
Telling what is it next post :whisle: ........ suffer!!!!

Aww thanksss, you're a lovely angel sent from the Riddling Shrine. lol


BTW, I did read your update on your story, GREAT!!!! It was very enticing...



This is probably so wrong, but is it a Ssserpent? Haha, probably Not, eh? lol

Though it has fingers, so it could be a human... hehe Help...

Nadia, I loved your songs/poems....they're made of really beautiful writing!

The poems/songs are really cool!

As for the riddle....I don't know. Acromantula?

LOL, no, but thanks for trying, angelwings^^

The answer is: A plate

Yes, A simple dish. Lol!
*hides* Don't kill me.

Thanks to you too, Thyra! Aw, 'beautiful', really? So nice^^
And, of course, huggs to my friend Dawn for all the constructive criticism! :sorcerer:
=P =P =P


Another song-thingy of mine:
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Memories


Memories
Stab on the freeze of my heart
To despair is the most cruel of the pleasures of the mind
To fight 'till it'll hurt more.
Open the wounds
Once more
Fall apart...


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And (finally) my sister's work::

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Fire Moon, 9/11 by Ailen Rey

The pale and sorrowful city
Where happiness with burried beneath masked buildings
The dakness covers the sky
Full of brillant doves without plumage
Some people just look
And they have their lips broken.

The man with no legs gathers in his breath
The torn clothes that his frozen soul is wearing.
On its way to nowhere,
A big cloud is spreading
But it has no shape
'Cause the angel've forgotten to draw it.

The Fire Moon quiet and shy,
Bathed by the yellow flashes
Of the powerful Sun.
The freak flames boards all feeling,
They lay on the nightbed
Near dead stars
Who are waiting for comets
To fall with them
In the Eternal Dream...


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Didn't I say she was good?

Here one last riddle-thing of hers. Enjoy!

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This is the time,
When the flag links with the sky.
All the people elevate to Heaven
Judged by the Up-ones
Who only want their land.

WOW, Nadia, your sister's poems are amazing. Oh, and btw, you owe me like four pm's, hahahaha.



Peace B)

Oops! Ah, so true. I'm sorry about that. I own like 14 PMs each of you actually... Shouldn't have made you remember :ermsmile:
Excuse:: Should have had a Final Exam this very same day (notice I said 'shold have' --> change in the last minute to tell you the truth...), so I was *studing* most of the last few weeks - but now I'm free! (Mainly because -pulling hairs out- the professors didn't show up becase of some political-economical educational business -kocks herself on table-)

But, Never mind. Let's go to poem land! :sorcerer:
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-Song to My character: Entera (mens 'Full' or 'Entire' in Spanish)*-


Virgin Heart

Virgin Heart,
The hold of my hands is weak
My eyes only see in black and white.
I thought I saw
A shade of grey.

Virgin Mind,
Its feed is slow.
Learn's like making me love.
Obsession of a dead angel
That cries you name.

Oh, Virgin Kisses...

Goodbye, my love
Now rest.


Nadia I Rey.


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Answer of my sister's riddle:
Colonialism/Imperialism
... OK, it's her riddle, not mine,
so don't start taking my head of yet!



More to come!

Originally from and single song (melody is mine): a lullabye from Narcissa to Draco, but I turned it into two chants, here:


Obscuro

“Hide, hide, behind the stars,
Shadows lie about, and over you, they are,
‘Till night takes them back, for they shall never die.

Under mountains, company of Suns,
Arise, up high, transform,
Into air and sky,
Fast, faster than light.
There always, at touch,
On your face with each doubt.
Now I summon the power of Gods.

Answer my call, my enemies’ downfall,
Hide me now, hide my whole!

Cast the shadows upon me,
Let not the fire make you wriggle
Make the demon hide my all.
Make me darkness, Make Nightfall!”



Lullabye for a Dragon.

“Sleep, sleep, Dracus meus,
Under sheets made of leaves,
On Harpies feathers pillows
Night bed high on hills…

Soft voice of Father Mountain,
Tells in wise echoes while
Mother Stream washes you all,
Before nighttime.

Go fly to crystal castles,
Hovering on flying lands
So rest, rest, my dearest,
Now say good bye.”


::Used for one of the Homework assigments here is Hogwarts RPG ::
Hope you enjoyed them! :sorcerer:

No comments... :ermsmile: I must really stink that bad...
Let's give it another try :sorcerer:


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The Corrupted Wing by Nadia


I'm Slave
Of my own game
To give and manipulate
Here are them

To puppet the Puppet Master

To see without watching

The corrupted wing is torturing me
~Nicely


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*** Riddle time! ***
( ::Nadia's:: )


Riddle 2:
Watch out! White pigeons rest over the shadow of the stone giants.

Hello Dear Sweet Nadia,

You don't "stink" at all. Just haven't been here in a while. BTW, you stopped posting in my poem section, meany :sad: But anyways, that was nicely done. I liked it. And my guess to your second riddle would be, gargoyles. lol

The third one, I have NO idea.


PAMS

:rose:

Hello there! ^^Decided to change the oganization of the poems section. And I take the cence to erase those I didn't like that much... realld, on't know wht possesed me...
Good guess but not quite, Dawn!

The answer is: Snowcapped mountains


(-- Should have told you, not all riddles are necessarily related to the Harry Potter world =P )

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Riddle 3:
Thousands of white, pure unicorns
Run into and towards golden hail
They sleep in the depths, awaiting,
So to fall once more, and again.



Take a wild guess!

*Gasp* Why did you ERASE them?! :online2long: :online2long: :online2long: :online2long:

BTW, I know they're not ALL to do with HP, I just guessed gargoyles, 'cause I'm an idiot!


Third Riddle:

OMG. I don't know! I read it over and over again, but I still can't get it. :angry:


Do the unicorns sleep in the depths, or something else?

ello tis me leah aka firelily i have no idea maybe a seahorse who know but your poems and your siss are really good cant wait to read more

(LOL, it's actually not that difficult) Answer: Sea waves (the unicorns) over the shore (golden hail = sand). But thanks for trying =P

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Now I was telling to another poet, Chimaera, that I had some more dark poems but I don't know where in the world could they be, but I still remember this fragments:






Nadia Rey 17year (I don't remember half of it)


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OK, enough weird verses... Riddle time!


Riddle 4:
One thousand fairies,
Paint the floor bright.
Leaves dance their rhythm,
Caress the landscape.
They come off the footpath made of light
That the sky draws for angels



Wild guesses? Anyone? :/

Are those yours?


Hmmm... Heaven maybe? Too obvious most likely


PAMS

The milky way! (or stars - whichever )

That's some beautiful poetry you have there, Nadia

Hello there, I am back... probably didn't miss me but...
Thanks Aschere and Dawn for trying^^

The answer is: Rain - or rain drops
One Thousand Fairies = rain drops. They wet everything making it shine. They hit leaves making them dance, they change the landscape. And the "footpath made of light" is, yes, lightening during the storm where they came from.
But your answers were good, that was a difficult riddle

Following is a poem I forgot completely about, a song lyric I wrote about the Twin Towers, the very same day it happened. Therefore, it is old, and it was originally writen in Spanish (the translation might not be good; please, tell if something is not well writen)... I warn it is kind of harsh. Hope you like it.


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The Joker, dedicated to the Twin Towers attack.


The King of Swords swallowed the futures in his misfortune court.
Walking along leisure roads or seated in his crystal pedestal,
Which is dampened, dimmed by its same golds.
That glance falls on its kingdom to sword end...

The Ace hidden in the shades
Escaped from the card pack.
It snatches his throne to indiscreetly ridicule him
And now laughs at him...

They believed it underneath God's cellar,
But today, it has revealed to his sinior.

A King of Swords dimmed in its glory
And a Ace got loose in the margins of the wrath of God.
Echoes of numbers without cause will be left in history,
Trapped, darned, in epitaph of love.
An Ace is so great and inferior both,
And a King of Swords sings to deads being born,
And a Joker laughs.
It laughs, at you.

darned rests without faces, hands without owners,
Buried in the land that saw them be born,
And burned in my wrists a pain that's been tormenting
Since yesterday...

Pain of thousand Holy lands; a sacrifice to power
And the culprit is the one who pretends being the helper.

And I say it to the distant Ace when nobody believed him.
And now they condemn it, the culprits of an ardor that did not die,
And the poor assistants, seated in horses they never will ride;
They wash their hands with both waters.
An Ace is so great and inferior both
And a King of Swords sings to deads being born,
And a Joker laughs.
Laughs at you.

A contradiction of thousand years by the power oracle,
Augury that they themselves preached when being born...

A King of Swords dimmed in its glory
And a Ace got loose in the margins of the wrath of God.
Echoes of numbers without cause will be left in history,
Trapped, darned, in epitaph of love.
An Ace is so great and inferior both,
And a King of Swords sings to deads being born,
And I, like the a Joker,
Laugh...
At you.

I love how your use tarot card names [neh?] as the main objects of the poem. Very nice!

I have to ask, is Spanish your first language, or do you just write poetry in it every now and then? *curious*

Actually, oops, not tarots cards but regular cards used mainly for an Argentinian cardgame known as Truco (translated as 'trick', the main purpose of the game is bluffing and tricking). This game is so common in here it didn't ocurr to me that needed explanation, lol. Sorry, how silly^^. My first languaje is Spanish, yes, and I have been studing English since 12 more or less... I have been said to be pretty good writting English but, at speaking? Well, I would say I made up my own language... "Spaninglish" if you will^^ :bounce: Heheh.

*huggles you* Ow, Anelreas, you are so sweet to post in my lame-excuse-for-art threads.^^ *...still hugging* Thankies!!

Ooo, gotcha! *taps her head* It's not your fault; I just have the tendency to make assumptions every now and then. I'm usually wrong. ^^; Haha, Spaninglish, eh? I made a language such as that when I was on my eighth year. I think it was called "I Hate English" but I can't be too sure.

*squishes like a puffskein* It's not a lame excuse!! I enjoy reading it! And someday this week, I shall review the rest of your work! Promise!

There's a question sealed in your lips,
A cold touch freezing your stomach.
Your head acting too confused
To produce answers.
Like rubbing it in your face,
Your promises lying before a veil

It'sn't gonna help,
When acting is devoided of emotion but -
The clock is making you hold
Like a telephone on wait.
A pencil writes on itself and the hand
Is the puppet; it cannot be spoken to.
The talking sock you can't comprehend.

"Act like you care, one more time...
This heart of mine cannot take it.
If I die tommorrow or afterwards,
It's because the veil prevails in me...
In my eyes...
I still feel it in my skin."

Let's die together, hand by hand
Dream and man...
We cannot take it.


Possible lyrics for a song of mine on Sirius Death. What do you think?