NationStates Jolt Archive

I don't know where any of the previous threads have dropped to so this is a new one.

Feel free to post any of your own writings...or not, as you wish

Tranquil

Who are you when you sleep?
What myriad of thoughts chases behind those eyelash-covered windows?
You lie so peaceful,
alien,
in another world of your own imaginings

If you awoke and told me dreams of war and battles
I would not believe that anything so violent could come from such a tranquil creature

You are are stranger to me in this trance-like state
A silent, still being with sleep-enchanted eyelids.
There is no voice, no smile, nothing to show that you are my lover
And I am left to the uncurable jealousy of the unknown.

Then you awake
And I know you once more

*is hugely impressed*

*applauds quietly*

*is hugely impressed*

*applauds quietly*

*bows*

Ooh that's a very good one!
I'm being warped by the Open University though and was looking for rhyme schemes, stressed sylables, alliteration, etc... what have they done to me?! :shock:

Ooh that's a very good one!
I'm being warped by the Open University though and was looking for rhyme schemes, stressed sylables, alliteration, etc... what have they done to me?! :shock:

Did you find any?

If not, you could try in this one

I

I only live in this world sometimes
I am a fleeting visitor
from other places
other worlds
other times

Your sciences cannot explain me
nor comprehend all I can do in the twinkling of an eye
Your elctrodes would pierce my skin but still learn nothing

And I would flit your prison walls
not bound by your simple notions of imprisonment

Very nice poems, Rafael!
:)
*edit* poem(s). :D

Very nice poems, Rafael!
:)
*edit* poem(s). :D

Thanks :oops:

A Girl For A Gravestone

Turn away, don't look back
Into an imaginary person's eyes.
Wipe your tears from your face,
I might be the one you want in disguise.

Refrain from reaching below
The surface, for he is now gone and dead,
His false heart carved in stone,
His face now buried underneath black lead.

Things happen for a reason.
Now he suffers the pain he put you through.
Life's a wait for wishes;
You never found yours but still I wait for you.

Your blistered hand is open;
Your heart is sealed from grief and pain.
Don't hurt yourself my precious
Don't wait until the world turns again.

Turn away, don't look back
Into a dead person's eyes.
Wipe your tears from your face,
I am the one you always wanted in disguise.


Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific


© Copyright 2004 Ixxi - All Rights Reserved.

Very nice poems, Rafael!
:)
*edit* poem(s). :D

Thanks :oops:

no.
Thank-you! :D

I seem to remember, Ixxi, that I've complimented you on your poetry before...& I very much like that one too. Fits my life well currently, I feel

water
dripping down my soul
waves lapping
or is it
tongues lapping
sensuality
naked
explored

I, too, like Ixxi's poem!

*envious of, but grateful for such talent*

:)

Photographs, memories fill my head.
Watching the sunset till it's "time for bed".
Picnics at seasides, playing in sand,
Those snowball fights with freezing cold hands.

The smell of mothballs and perfume and dust.
The colour of lollipops, paper and rust.
On hot summer days we'd play hide and seek.
We'd watch the days float past week after week.

I'll always remember that day when we met,
You tipped that bucket all over my head.
I didn't mind, but I got you back.
You just smiled and hugged me. I hugged back.

Those were the days when things went well.
Adventures to play and stories to tell.
Laughing and screaming. We ran free in the park.
The marshmallows and campfires for after the dark.

Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific

NB: This one still needs a title...

*Bows appreciatively*

I like your poems too; they are almost as good as mine! :wink:

Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific

I really like that but i like this bit...

I'll always remember that day when we met,
You tipped that bucket all over my head.
I didn't mind, but I got you back.
You just smiled and hugged me. I hugged back.


...the most :D

4 of mine...

Chains dragging you down
Constricting, choking
Powerless to fight it
Binding, enforcing
A trap of yout own making
Hopeless, devestating
The dankness of a cell
Chilling, penetrating
A loud silence reigns sureme
Pounding, painful
The walls you built closing in
Protecting, imprisoning
Buried alive willingly.


A cold wind blows over the land
Yet I wait
Years pass at a glance
Yet I wait
Children born to die
Yet I wait
Praying continuously
Yet I wait
Watching with bated breath
Yet I wait
I grow old and whithered
Yet I wait
Looking always to the horizon
Yet I wait
Worlds collapse and rage
Yet I wait
I know no peace or rest
Til he comes.

Row upon row of unknown march by
Faceless, nameless in the eye of the crowd
Their backs bowed with unspoken burdens
They cast their eyes to the ground, all alone
Each the same, grey and worn
Not daring to go against the Supreme Will
They willingly follow, chainst dragging behind
They march soundlessly into the Abyss
Sacrificing themselves in the name of Conformity.

A clarion call fills the still air
Louder than the guns and yells around
Irresistable, gruesome, the Piper calls
Row upon row of khaki dance behind
And still the bloody dance continues
No one who hears can resist the song
Faceless, powerless to avoid him
Only when his pipe falls silent
May we count the cost of his dealy cry.

*Turns green with envy on glancing at Gide's beautiful poems*

Why can't I write like that?!

What?! I want to write like YOU!

and that aint even all of mine....

Thirteen Red Roses

Paint yourself a lighter black,
Shorter, sweeter, still as sharp,
Untangle from your web of lies,
The strings of pain more than a harp.

Sit in a cesspool of unknown friends.
Misery comes and misery goes,
But coping with it never ends,
A river of nothing that freezes and flows.

Run through a rainbow and spread the light,
You don't know you can't, but you know you could,
Who knows? In the future, you probably might.
Don't die before I say you should.

...

...

...

...I'll always love you, my precious child...


...I'll always love you, my precious child...


...I'll always love you, my precious child...


...Until I decide not to, anymore...


...We are become, alone.


Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific

bump

Gloom for the Room.


Darkness fill the empty spaces.
Thoughts of death flowing.

The blood it drips into a glass.
Hunger sated with violence.

No demons nor devils guide these thoughts
No God tries to stop them.

Punishing throbs inside my head.
Relax the voices speak.

I see the limbs of lovers torn,
Embrace the face of death once more.

Opening of lidless eyes.
Awakening a mindless scream.

These thing I see while I sleep.
Then I scream.

This one is sorta like half-poem-half-prose. Hope you like it!


The Birthday Party

I'm in the bedroom,
Thinking. On my own.
Sat on the floor out of my head.
Losing myself in a hallucination,
A dream floating over pins and needles,
Sleep, confusion and bliss.
Last time I looked downstairs
There were about twelve other people.
But that was about fifteen minutes ago,
And I have heard many more
Come through the door
Since then. They have come for the drinks
Although all of them are already drunk.
You can tell just by listening to them,
Shouting, singing, stomping, dancing
Around the rooms. Pretending to be interested
When talking to one another.
My prescence is requested but,
I do not recover from my stupor;
Far too content to be concerned with my drunken friends.
So they make me go down.
I lie on the sofa and watch through the mist behind my eyes.
The clock on the wall is trembling
With the vibrations of loud punk rock beating againstthe walls.
Almost like it's trying to escape.
Then,
In between the gentle haze,
The floating images and the relaxing, deafening noise,
I get a sudden sense of guilt,
As if we shouldn't be here, we shouldn't be doing this.
I feel like a thief,
I'm stealing my chances.
I'm taking my life for granted...
I smile.
I forget.
Why?
Because I can.
I sit up and open a can of beer,
Wondering if I could buy another hit tonight,
That's when I hear the sirens wailing in my ears.
But I pay no attention.
Then I hear a scream.

Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific

No demons nor devils guide these thoughts
No God tries to stop them.

Punishing throbs inside my head.
Relax the voices speak.

These four lines are my favourite. :)

Ixxi
Poet of the Pacific

No demons nor devils guide these thoughts
No God tries to stop them.

Punishing throbs inside my head.
Relax the voices speak.

These four lines are my favourite. :)

Ixxi
Poet of the PacificThank you. I don't usually write with that type of style. Just in a dark kind of mood tonight. Usually write love poems.

rsdf

Ah yes, song lyrics. Well here is my band's latest.

[Genre: Punk]
[Title: "Why"]

Why am I here
On this dark, cold step
Why am I here
Waiting for you?

You're with him
Loving him instead
You ain't never ever gonna be with me,
But I
I just wish he was dead.

Why am I still here
This false hope in my head
That you'd turn around and see me
Standing out here, like I'd said

Why are you with him,
Kissing him, holding his hands
I'll be waiting for you,
Softly screaming selfless demands.

You're with him
Loving him instead
You ain't never ever gonna be with me,
But I
I could wish I was dead.

Things, things don't seem the way they are
In my head
I'm trying to hide behind a dream, that's falling apart
And now I'm scared.

*solo thingy*

You're with him
Loving him instead
You're never ever gonna be with me
But I
I just wish he was dead.

Very nice poems, Rafael!
:)
*edit* poem(s). :D
I AM VERY ANGRY!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE ALL COPIED 'MY LITTLE POEM ABOUT NATIONSTATES' POST

Very nice poems, Rafael!
:)
*edit* poem(s). :D
I AM VERY ANGRY!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE ALL COPIED 'MY LITTLE POEM ABOUT NATIONSTATES' POST

Firstly, your poetry post was certainly not the first one ever posted.

Secondly, your thread seemed to be specifically about poems related to NationStates.

Lastly, don't be so angry! Just enjoy other people's writing. It's not as though we actually took your poems and got credit for them.

Oh the Darkness,
I embrace it,
Coming over me,
Into the pit,
That is my soul,
The pit is my home,
I'm all alone.
What shall I do?
I'm a goth kangaroo

more of mine....
Her father's eyes,reflected back at him
Peering from her mothers face
Her grandpa's smile brightening the world
As her grandmothers hand stretches out
She reflects in every movement
The past, the present, and the future,
A mixture of ancestry and individuality
She embraces both, and forgets neither.
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Nestled in amongst the ferns
A new life sprang
Dressed in a flowing mantle
Of clouds and stars
Her pale face upturned
Quiet, shy, she moves
Only in the cover of darkness
Peering through ghostly trees
Moving with silent grace
Her fingers strumming
The dark earth below
caressing abstractly
Knowing she is forever banned
From resting, from stopping
From laying her head down
She wanders aimlessly
Never at peace, forever displaced
Taking her only joy
From spreading her white light
And shunning the day
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May you always have happiness
And never darkness
May you always have a ready laugh
To guide you through struggles
May you always have some one
To strengthen you forever
May your tears come in joy
And never in sadness
May love find you readily
And never forsake you
May this stay with you forever
And never fade away
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A heart broken in two
A life blown apart
She picks up the pieces
As best as she can
A whole person no longer
She moves through life
Keeping up appearances
Never reaching out
Never hurt, yet never loved
She sacrificed love for safety
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A smile plastered on her face
Her perfect mask never slipping
She exudes confidence
But inside, she trembles
At the thought of revealing
Her innermost thoughts.

Beneath the tough facade
She has a vulnerable heart
Protected by layers
By walls built up inside
Her best kept secrets hidden
Beneath a prckly personality

In the depths, she struggles
Trapped beneath the ice
She writhes to free herself
Hammering against the glass
So brittle so fragile,
Yet strong enough to trap her

The two sides battle fiercely
Struggling for dominancy
The serene person before you
Is the epitome of war
Two factions, equally strong
Fight for the right to live
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I am not yet born, supply me
With human comfort, love support, a
Shoulder to lean on, a family to laugh with
And in peace and tranquillity fly me.

I am not yet born, save me
From myself, from people slinking in the
Dark, from dark times, from wise lies
And people who enslave me

I am not yet born, teach me
of beautiful things yet to come, of hearts
And souls and feelings inside me
And of kindness to reach me

I am not yet born, lead me
Through twists and troubles, through thick
And thin, through life, through death
And forever need me.

Here's my most recent one:

Give me your soul; I’ll stir it in coffee,
dip it in paraffin, fold it in my
jacket pocket – just above my breast.
I’ll taxiderm it, de-worm it, dry clean
and burn it in November. I’ll wear it
in my knickers, mention it to vicars,
snort it, cavort it, have it aborted.

I’ll tell my MP, GP – if you don’t
give it me. I’ll tell my houseplants, psychic
friend, counsellor, solicitor, local
mafia and mojo worker. Without
it, I’m not normal – I can’t zip my coat,
butter my toast, file my nails or
think. I’m going lunar, give it me quick.

A virgin soldier

I can remember the War, children.
The rank smell of death,
the constant barrage of fighting.
I remember a virgin soldier
shouldering his mighty weapon.
How his hands trembled
as he cocked his strudy rifle.
The aura of decay was overpowering.
I can remember his dark eyes,
and his slender fingers
as he grasped his curiously loose cannon,
never fired before.
I could smell his fear
as he prepared to go over the top.
The sun never rose for him that morning.

nicely done (noob speakin)

holocaust break-up

the silence will be total
no sunrise
no birdsong
no friendly 7am alarm call

(the clock's batteries will have stopped functioning)

life will not have it's meaning
the rush hour traffic will feel like a stroll in the park
coffee will be tasteless
breakfast ashes
no-one will dance anymore

written a long time ago at the request of a friend