I keep on hoping that I'll see you one day - Poem Out of Rhyme

This poem is, again, in a style that I am not used to, and I thought that I would give this a go. 
Originally I wasnt going to post this or publish this anywhere, but I was convinced by some of the most important people in my life. 
So to them, I thank you most sincerely, dear ones. I dont make it a habit of naming names on this blog, so I apologize and hope that for now this suffices as a dedication to you. But the support from when I shared this initially was surprising and very much staggering. Thank you to my Valkyrie, who inspired part of "Lullaby" as well. :) 

It was inspired by some personal experiences, but mostly by tropes and music and literature like "La-La Land", "Just One Yesterday" - Fall Out Boy, and a few others. 


With this poem, Its not one of my usual ones with the rhyming couplets, but I DO hope that you enjoy it, and that it evokes something within you in a positive way. 

I keep on hoping that I'll see you once more one day,

In hotel bars,

In Airport lounges,

In the pouring rains,

across a crowded way,

All with a single look shared between us

Like they do in the movies, and in books,

And in that moment, the years disappear.

I keep on hoping to see you once more,

because why not?

If the stereotypes and tropes were hungry enough before

To separate and to tear us to pieces,

Were they full when I was devoured?

If the fates were cruel then, would they not be cruel again?

To bring two strangers with memories, to new shores,

Only to be passing by in ships moving in opposite directions.

Since when were they kind? And why start now?

Why not create a new meal to devour and consume.

But even with all that pain.

I wish that we could see each other once more.

For the fool in me still lives on

through death

through pain

Through every wound I ever inflicted on myself

and through every whispered name I never said.

I keep on hoping that I'll see you one day. 

Throne of the Forest - 2nd Canto

 As mentioned earlier, this is a poem that is based off an original story written earlier. 

You can find the previous Canto in my blog as well, if you've missed out on it. 

This is the second Canto, of an intended three.

Please enjoy. Let me know what you think. 
Where I can make improvements. 
Etc. 

II:

Under sea of stars the story resumes,

Nameless babe woken by nameless sound,

Surrounded and swaddled in colourful blooms,

The night leans in, it's touch unbound.

Rocking it's cradle, spurred by magic of blood,

So child be safe, with naught else around,

Disturbed no more, by either crash or thud,

It resumes it's romp, through dreams abound. 

On empty plains, a single house now stood,

With words of magic stained within planks and panes,

To hold the child, who's bloodline withstood,

To protect him from all the world's aches and pains.

While magic met needs when needs were dire,

He learnt from pages in author-less tomes,

How to wield seeds, and even tame fire,

To breathe life from soil, and grow new homes.

Magic that persisted, sewn into skin of the child,

Protecting him from the loss of loved ones gone,

Gave instead to care, a family far more wild,

In animals of the forest, for company, to fawn.

As farmer, he grew at the house in the glades,

As farmer, he grew the glades most strong.

Springing with vigor, a forest like palisades,

Grew with it the animals as years danced along. 

As forest grew strong, so too did the magic,

Overflowing and spreading like notes and tunes,

Till a nearby town noticed a music most ecstatic,

And danced inside to claim the forest's fortunes.

Reaching no depths, stopped by monstrous woods,

And beasts so big and no fear in their eyes,

They beat a retreat, carrying their goods,

Running from magic of notes: lows and highs. 

Word quickly spread, travelling extremely far,

To rest at the foot of the old king's throne,

Of a forest of plenty, and giant beasts seen afar,

And the room was filled with a silent groan.

Family grew distant as the silence spread,

And madness flared once more in the old king's eyes.

The creaking began anew, of chains of the dead,

And armies he summoned, to go claim his prize.

Whispers in the wind (which no one hears anymore)

This is a much shorter poem than my usuals, and the style is different as well. 

I'm trying something new, something that looks and feels a little more "modern". 

Enjoy. :)

From the bright star, 

comes imagination,

To righteous anger turning,

Into thoughtless wishes.

Burning bridges,

To when it all stops hurting,

A world in alteration,

That lives in a faded scar.

(Also, the second canto from "Throne of the Forest" is in the works. I know I've been taking my sweet time writing, but know that it's in the works.)

Let me know what you think, and how I can make improvements. 

Thank you,