Best Final Fantasy Poems
words travel miles
in herds
dripping waterfalls of tears
filled with irrational excuses
conveying untold sorrow
scurvy of soul
multicolored by disease
intangible to touch
but tasted in depths
of forlorn poetry
floating on pages
of background laughter
definitions abstract
among defined emotions
searching superior shadows
for elusive daylight
finding only
prompted screams
in every line
sweetly sour phrases
rich in texture
yet void of hope
dwell in margins
horrid percentages
conveying a poet's
blunted blindness
to forced cheerfulness
concluded distress
written in indelible ink
on minds and hearts
penned with perception
that suicide is never
painless
only a poet's
final fantasy...
Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of
light!
War between mother and daughter
Queen Brahne of Alexandria shows certifiable behavior
Daughter Garnet is ready to take her down, and out if necessary
It may sound dark, but just part of a final fantasy that is begging to be released.
Mothers and daughters for centuries have been on similar quests,
annihilating each other, so they can both live independently.
Airships lie in wait for instructions, wondering which one will be ousted.
Will the daughter be imprisoned for life?
Will the mother’s sporadic behavior continue?
How far will each go to remain or become the queen?
The red eye of Gaia stays awake, to watch the war between nations.
Kyja and Necron must be defeated in order to begin.
Death and destruction toward the making of the Queen of Alexandria.
The Death Of A Flower Girl
"If hope hath flown away in a dream or in none, is it therefore the less
GONE?"
I met you in a Church garden, my crude-crafted polygonal character
crashing into your lovely high-definition pre-rendered flower-bed.
You tended me like one of your daffodils
Healing me with one of your white magic spells.
I knew from that first moment
That our love would be all too brief.
But little did I know that you would be stolen away
Long before the slick end sequence...
Sweet heroine, with footsteps so soft you hopped into my heart,
I wasn't ready for any love but yours.
Why, oh why, Sephiroth - you, who I otherwise loved also as a character -
did you have to cut her down ? From that day forth, everything in my life
turned black...
How I searched the internet, hoping to undo
The fateful work of that terrible blade,
Hopelessly cheated and betrayed by fake promises of resurrection...
Aeris- your name still hangs on my lips, ringing with tears and regrets my
childish recollection
He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33
spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\
A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?"
He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/
a couple of downy llamas and a few more Pinesol, please
I was in Alice in Wonderland's Labyrinth with a bunny-RABBIT, ahem. Please//
His name was Bugs Bunny, that rascally rabbit. He suited up and wore his gauntlet grid and familiarized himself with his Virginian, er, um, Virginity?
He called himself Shuyin, from Final Fantasy X-2, and the added prequel came from me, the Author and the Narrator of the Story.