Its been awhile since I wrote something.

Blythe is a poem, formed up by multiple poems. Basically a poem made up by poems.

The Doll house
Dark sky, Dim Lights,
Dancing puppets, Sleeping tight.
Mansion of the thousand blythe
Has no life,
Flames of sadness shall feast tonight.

The Girl with the Doll
She has no reason,
She has no will.
No one understands her,
No one will.
Only one that does not live,
Only one that survives her will.

She holds the lifeless,
Her face always blank,
She speak of nothing,
But only to one...

Her eyes reveal no feelings,
Only her iris, crimson red.
Her skin is pale,
Cold as the dead.

The Marionette Puppet
The limping puppet,
Dancing through and fro.
Pulled around with no directions,
Only to follow.
Drawn by the strings you can never frown,
Nothing but to clown.
Craving to be in control,
Snap. The doll collapse down...

The Girl with the Candle
She has no reason,
She has no will.
No one understands her,
No one will.
Only one that has no life,
Only one survives her will.

She holds her death on her hands,
She holds her life on her,
She let go of her own self in the end,
She let go of her hand...

Melody Box, Dancing Blythe,
Joy kept her overwhelming,
As she danced around.
Kept along with the rest of her friends,
She kept herself locked in,
Room of the kingdom of Toys,
Only one was missing...

The last Act, The Last Survivor
Engulfed,
Dance the red.
Devoured,
Dance the thousand blythe.
Escape,
Everyone Sacrificed.
Survive,
The lifeless was locked outside...




Try to guess what I'm trying to say. Its a story. =] Comments are all welcomed! Thanks!

Lance.

It seems like the character had some sort of depression. She tries to go on her own, but she crumbles under the pressures of life; she’s reduced to a lifeless being - cold, heartless, uncaring. Possibly a murderer, gone insane? “She holds her death on her hands”. Or maybe that refers to suicide?

Well anyway, I’d probably embarrass myself if I went further, haha...Really a nice poem, Dookie. =). It had an eerie rhythm to it (you manage to do that a lot), which enhanced the overall feel of it (to me at least). There’s definitely a lot of meaning in it (more than I said above).

Superb, and I hope to see more sometime. =).

Thanks DB, yeah, you are quite close.

Yeah, its a suicide.

"The Girl with the Candle :
She holds her death of her hands,
She holds her life on her
She let go of her own self in the end,
She let go of her hand..."

Means she was holding on a candle. The candle is the cause of her death, the candle is also her life... if she lets go of her hand... she set the mansion on fire.

"Melody Box, Dancing Blythe,
Joy kept her overwhelming,
As she danced around.
Kept along with the rest of her friends,
She kept herself locked in,
Room of the kingdom of Toys,
Only one was missing..."

Over joyed as death approaches, she locked in all her friends. She was dancing round and round in joy.

But in the end only one survived. And the one is her Doll ~ The lifeless one.



Basically Blythe is a poem made up by poems,

Its about a girl who only has a doll as a friend. She sets a whole mansion of full of kids(blythes) on fire. Reason being her life was controlled like a marionette, she was being clowned around, thus to struggle for control. The strings of the marionette snaps. She collapsed. So she set the whole house on fire, she locked up the whole mansion, and only one survived the flame. Only one stays alive... which is her favourite doll... a lifeless doll.

Which means no one lives lol.

Haha, i hope you enjoy that. Was Intending to write for poetry contest, but was too late because a few accidents here and there, thus I can't submit it haha.

Lance.

Oy, I definitely enjoyed it. It makes sense now, when you explain it. Very clever. =). There’ll be a new poetry contest starting up again soon - you can always join that one.

Well anyway, again, good job Dookie. =).