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post random confusing
sentances
with breaks in them so
some one thinks it poetry
my mind is
a flutter with
crimson and butter
the things people say
all in our way
does anyone know how the
red grass does grow?
if there is one thing in this world
that makes me
sick it's looking at
this thread. :twisted:

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

yes, why *do* people post here if they hate what we do?

i want to live in my
memories
because that's where you
are waiting for me.
every night i dream
of
you, wishing you were
beside me.
do you know how much i miss
you,
when you leave me
waiting for you to come home?

good morning to you
kick-@$$ poets of ns
ya all rock my world!

good morning to you also
keeping poetry on the go :)

Morning has broken
Open the cocoon of sleep
Harsh, invading light

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

i do belive that you can create poetry from nothing. which is exactly what i did. just because your oppinions on this subject differ from mine does not mean that it is not poetry, i quote mel brooks"after the birth of the artist there came the enevitable afterbirth, the critic."

the small things are what
get me through each
hard day when i think
i cannot go on
a hug, a fone call, just
a little hello
can make all the
difference to me
and make me know
i can go on.

one i just wrote, it's kinda stupid imo, but o well.

My girlfriend wrote this for me, I feel special

Waking up too early, just to hear your voice
Never falling asleep without clutching that bear you won
knowing you're behind every decision I make
seeing you 3 of 7 days
feeling safe when I'm in your arms
Honestly knowing that you're the one
making silly jokes to make you laugh
reading a letter or poem you wrote
calling you up just to say "Hello"
Wandering through the woods, trying to get lost
finding out a secret that you never told
Trying on new clothes, just to hear you say I look great
Being with you, anytime you like

post random confusing
sentances
with breaks in them so
some one thinks it poetry
my mind is
a flutter with
crimson and butter
the things people say
all in our way
does anyone know how the
red grass does grow?
if there is one thing in this world
that makes me
sick it's looking at
this thread. :twisted:

Nice work Miss! Sheer poetry! :twisted:

His Most Poetic Majesty
Satan

well at least they didnt delete this one....shoosh :)

Morning has broken
Open the cocoon of sleep
Harsh, invading light
good one.

Deletion of threads
Like virulent plague it spreads
Mods think they are gods...

:P

Morning has broken
Open the cocoon of sleep
Harsh, invading light
good one.

Cheers, Big J - I had begun to think you didn't care any more... :cry:

Deletion of threads
Like virulent plague it spreads
Mods think they are gods...

:P

lol...you said it all :)

Untitled

July 17, 1994

Look into my eyes
my virtues
my sins
listen to my words
my secrets within
welcome to my world
the beauty
the pain
listen to my wisdom
where teardrops
have stained.

Interrupt

you are blemished
what am I
if nothing no less
I am human
distressed
and halted
cannot cross boundaries of importance
on my own
I grasp blindly
for something to hold
there comes support
in a vision called
trust
freedom
in an elusive form
called fate
it billows and blows
fading my hands
as trash in the wind
I wonder

and wander
blankly through halls
hearing you whisper my name
to what avail
what avail
I am thoughtless
and blind
ruthless
unkind
and I cry for me
and I cry for you
what to do
there is all and more
riding on this
and I fail
I fail
and am back to dark

Untitled

July 17, 1994

Look into my eyes
my virtues
my sins
listen to my worlds
my secrets within
welcome to my world
the beauty
the pain
listen to my wisdom
where teardrops
have stained.



lovely....nicely paced.

Untitled

July 17, 1994

Look into my eyes
my virtues
my sins
listen to my worlds
my secrets within
welcome to my world
the beauty
the pain
listen to my wisdom
where teardrops
have stained.

Thank You.

This one is for you:

Hope
November 27, 1994
I let the world take its price
From my soul,
Hoping
For a return on my investment

Hope glows in the heart
And the waters of life try
Forever to quench the fire
And the world takes its price
On the soul,
Although
The price is high
It is paid
In full, with the fire
Of hope that glows within
The heart

The shadows that encroach
Upon the light, the warmth
So cold, frightening.
The dark
Tries too kill the light of hope

Within the darkness, the shadows
Huddles a small shivering childe
So alone and afraid. Yet warmed
By the hope that glows within
His heart.




lovely....nicely paced.

I post to see where
Mycount stands after all the
deletions of thought

the server is slow
is the reason for their service
they think we dont care
but to us this is pure menice

why oh why delete good fun
they kept me here
held me in
when bored of the
usual ones

the answer is always the same
"there is no democracy in this game"
but on us a hammer will fall
swing around
and then mash all
some will cry
some will fight
but it wont matter
come first light

for the game
will remain the same
only our postcounts
are now all changed :)

Deletion of threads
Like virulent plague it spreads
Mods think they are gods...

:P

I find this pleasing.

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan

honest opinions please, it's a song not a poem but i hope that's okay:

"Princess"

the room stopped spinning
since you been drinking
no way i can do justice
to what you been thinking

you're all alone, the beast is safe at home
oh Beauty why are you running?

you can't be there
with me around and
you're not gonna spark
while I've got you grounded

the clocks fell back to give you one more dance
so Cinderella why you running?

i see you
you're naked
you claim that
you're faking

you'll follow me down
and never be low
i can yell all you want
and i want to know,

tonight is ladies night in Neverland
so Wendy why are you running?

i like it :) *applauds* :)

i like it :) *applauds* :)

thanks :) (i hope that was aimed at me :P)

honest opinions please, it's a song not a poem but i hope that's okay:

"Princess"

the room stopped spinning
since you been drinking
no way i can do justice
to what you been thinking

you're all alone, the beast is safe at home
oh Beauty why are you running?

you can't be there
with me around and
you're not gonna spark
while I've got you grounded

the clocks fell back to give you one more dance
so Cinderella why you running?

i see you
you're naked
you claim that
you're faking

you'll follow me down
and never be low
i can yell all you want
and i want to know,

tonight is ladies night in Neverland
so Wendy why are you running?

"The Beast is safe at home"?
Were you in Cinderella, White Lion, or some other 80s hairband?

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan

i like it :) *applauds* :)

thanks :) (i hope that was aimed at me :P)

it was :)

Ahem. This a piece of pirate poetry. A most under-appreciated art.

Die, die, enemy scum!
I'll feed ye to the sharks like chum.
Cannonballs fly, your ships have sank.
If ye survive, ye'll be walkin' the plank!
Scurvy mangy dogs ye be;
Davey Jones' Locker waits fer ye!
Batten the hatches and hoist the mainsail!
Yer dad was a drunkard; yer mother a whale!
Shiver me timbers, and ration me rum,
Die, die, enemy scum!

Thank you, and may you all drown in a lake of cat urine.

Ahem. This a piece of pirate poetry. A most under-appreciated art.

Die, die, enemy scum!
I'll feed ye to the sharks like chum.
Cannonballs fly, your ships have sank.
If ye survive, ye'll be walkin' the plank!
Scurvy mangy dogs ye be;
Davey Jones' Locker waits fer ye!
Batten the hatches and hoist the mainsail!
Yer dad was a drunkard; yer mother a whale!
Shiver me timbers, and ration me rum,
Die, die, enemy scum!

Thank you, and may you all drown in a lake of cat urine.


damn thats good .

January 11, 2001

Braving the storm, I start
The unending plunge into heart
The wandering the asking of why
The looking where dead things

Don’t die

January 11, 2001

Braving the storm, I start
The unending plunge into heart
The wandering the asking of why
The looking where dead things

Don’t die

What price our freedom?
Sweat, blood - our own, or others':
Freedom is not free

not free for the price
Is payed in the childe asking
where is daddy now?

To be truly free
We must join in the struggle:
No couch punditry

8)

HERE I LAY BROKEN HARTED I SPENT A DIME BUT ONLY FARTED :(

amen there brother
the price ends never
we struggle forever

perfection is gleaned
from the eyes of the daddy
holding his daughter

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

I dont't think it matters

And I thought I was a poet

May the poetry of your childe

Be heard by all.

ty big jim :)

In my daughter's eyes
There is no room for my fears
Only joy and hope

Our children make us
So much better - they teach us
To be what we should

Mu I want a line. "in my daughters eyes"

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

i do belive that you can create poetry from nothing. which is exactly what i did. just because your oppinions on this subject differ from mine does not mean that it is not poetry, i quote mel brooks"after the birth of the artist there came the enevitable afterbirth, the critic."
thought this needed a bump i didnt get a responce from the critic

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

i do belive that you can create poetry from nothing. which is exactly what i did. just because your oppinions on this subject differ from mine does not mean that it is not poetry, i quote mel brooks"after the birth of the artist there came the enevitable afterbirth, the critic."
thought this needed a bump i didnt get a responce from the critic

because most critics will not stand up to defend their critism.

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

There's nothing like it
For highs or lows, parenthood
Is another plane

Good luck!

Mu I want a line. "in my daughters eyes"

Huh? No comprende, signor Jim.

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

There's nothing like it
For highs or lows, parenthood
Is another plane

Good luck!

I never knew how
It felt to feel
till I looked int the black eyes
that I will
love forever

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

i do belive that you can create poetry from nothing. which is exactly what i did. just because your oppinions on this subject differ from mine does not mean that it is not poetry, i quote mel brooks"after the birth of the artist there came the enevitable afterbirth, the critic."
thought this needed a bump i didnt get a responce from the critic

because i didnt feel it warrented a responce...and this was not just intended for you, there was another above you. i dont care what you think of my "work" Miss. and i probably should of made it more clear i wasnt just aiming at you. that is a pretty strong worded poem, and i probably shouldnt have used it again like that. but you have posted other times on here complaining about this thread. if you have something to critique, do it, i dont mind and most would love to hear constructive critism. but remember, there are kids on these threads not as thick skinned as us older ones. thats all. dont take it personally though. cool :)

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

There's nothing like it
For highs or lows, parenthood
Is another plane

Good luck!

ty :) ive learned alot
but my lessons are about to
come fast and furious i think

elastic

I swell and stretch
ebbing to drown you
flowing to engulf you
you, sigh into me
and I encase you
there is love
and turmoil
to surround this
we two
tumble in the tides
and watch the sky
spin above
pick a star
to shine your name
there is nothing
I have not seen
I can school you
in the ways
my sixth sense tells me
to take your hand
it's in the cards
surrender
and give yourself to me
and fear all
and fear nothing
and become me
become me
as I swallow what you were
and celebrate
what
we are

in 6 months ill have
that joy,
although dont know
if its girl or boy :)

There's nothing like it
For highs or lows, parenthood
Is another plane

Good luck!

ty :) ive learned alot
but my lessons are about to
come fast and furious i think

You never know
but chasing
the little love
is worth the pain.


(every single bit of it)

flamers and haters

why you being such a d*ckhead
buying all the propaganda you been fed

come in hear with nothing to say
all you do is flame and hate all day

are you high, drunk or just an ass
think for yourself,
be independent,
bitchass

every single thread you
come on and hate
just why you got to
violate

i dont understand your ignorance
and deception
all you do is flame, hate, and
cause commotion

so all your haters and flamers
heres what to do
open your mind and think for you

listen to others
before you go any further
then swallow your pride and hate
and maybe you'll change your fate


*wonders why i must repeat this one, and then looks up :roll: : :) *

i do belive that you can create poetry from nothing. which is exactly what i did. just because your oppinions on this subject differ from mine does not mean that it is not poetry, i quote mel brooks"after the birth of the artist there came the enevitable afterbirth, the critic."
thought this needed a bump i didnt get a responce from the critic

because i didnt feel it warrented a responce...and this was not just intended for you, there was another above you. i dont care what you think of my "work" Miss. and i probably should of made it more clear i wasnt just aiming at you. that is a pretty strong worded poem, and i probably shouldnt have used it again like that. but you have posted other times on here complaining about this thread. if you have something to critique, do it, i dont mind and most would love to hear constructive critism. but remember, there are kids on these threads not as thick skinned as us older ones. thats all. dont take it personally though. cool :)
i comend you on your thought out answer, and yes i have flamed a few times on this thread i have to admit that, but i do belive that anything that is written down that is not a statment or question can be passed off as poetry.

Miss. you definetly have a talent to write. like you said, even if i didnt agree with it, it still was good. :)

elastic

I swell and stretch
ebbing to drown you
flowing to engulf you
you, sigh into me
and I encase you
there is love
and turmoil
to surround this
we two
tumble in the tides
and watch the sky
spin above
pick a star
to shine your name
there is nothing
I have not seen
I can school you
in the ways
my sixth sense tells me
to take your hand
it's in the cards
surrender
and give yourself to me
and fear all
and fear nothing
and become me
become me
as I swallow what you were
and celebrate
what
we are

Song of Solomon, anyone?

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan

elastic

I swell and stretch
ebbing to drown you
flowing to engulf you
you, sigh into me
and I encase you
there is love
and turmoil
to surround this
we two
tumble in the tides
and watch the sky
spin above
pick a star
to shine your name
there is nothing
I have not seen
I can school you
in the ways
my sixth sense tells me
to take your hand
it's in the cards
surrender
and give yourself to me
and fear all
and fear nothing
and become me
become me
as I swallow what you were
and celebrate
what
we are

Song of Solomon, anyone?

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan



ah satan the eternal asspain.....lol

January 19, 2001
Against Me
A forgotten promise
Falls into the years
Where hate comes full
Hate of all
Who stand before me?

No!

All who stand
Against me.

the open sea calls a cold wind blows
to all that sailed before her
neptune has sung the last song today
and calm shall envelope the water.
if ever i go to that place in the deeps
where davy and jones have there keep
i shall sit on the throne of neptune himself
and cast a long shadow all by myself.


is that poetry? :twisted:

"I've lost my glasses"

The world's a blur, I'm motionless.
I'm sitting in this chair.
I'm thinking hard, and running hands
through my sparse white hair.

It seems I had them yesterday,
I put them down, but where?
But my memory is treacherous.
And now I just don't care.

Looking back within my mind
It seems an age ago.
A time when everything was right
and colors seemed to glow.

A glorious day in summer
sun shining in the sky
on fields of wildflowers
kissed by butterflies.

A sparkling day in autumn,
the sunlight in her hair.
A waterfall of molten gold
shimmering in the air.

But returning to the present,
Wearily trudging back.
Waiting in this rocking chair
for stroke or heart attack.

Opposite another chair,
unused these past five years.
I'm past the time of heartache.
I'm past the time for tears.

I'm waiting for oblivion
or Heaven, so they say.
I'm waiting for the Reaper
to bind me up like hay.

God could bring His choir
and I'd hear the angels sing.
But I've gone and lost my glasses
So I wouldn't see a thing.

the open sea calls a cold wind blows
to all that sailed before her
neptune has sung the last song today
and calm shall envelope the water.
if ever i go to that place in the deeps
where davy and jones have there keep
i shall sit on the throne of neptune himself
and cast a long shadow all by myself.

did you write that?? :) I like it!

the open sea calls a cold wind blows
to all that sailed before her
neptune has sung the last song today
and calm shall envelope the water.
if ever i go to that place in the deeps
where davy and jones have there keep
i shall sit on the throne of neptune himself
and cast a long shadow all by myself.

did you write that?? :) I like it!
yeah just made it up while i was typing it

the open sea calls a cold wind blows
to all that sailed before her
neptune has sung the last song today
and calm shall envelope the water.
if ever i go to that place in the deeps
where davy and jones have there keep
i shall sit on the throne of neptune himself
and cast a long shadow all by myself.

did you write that?? :) I like it!
yeah just made it up while i was typing it

cool.. now sign on to msn so I can talk to you!!!!!! :evil:

the open sea calls a cold wind blows
to all that sailed before her
neptune has sung the last song today
and calm shall envelope the water.
if ever i go to that place in the deeps
where davy and jones have there keep
i shall sit on the throne of neptune himself
and cast a long shadow all by myself.

did you write that?? :) I like it!
yeah just made it up while i was typing it

cool.. now sign on to msn so I can talk to you!!!!!! :evil:
:roll: wrong thread for that

elastic

I swell and stretch
ebbing to drown you
flowing to engulf you
you, sigh into me
and I encase you
there is love
and turmoil
to surround this
we two
tumble in the tides
and watch the sky
spin above
pick a star
to shine your name
there is nothing
I have not seen
I can school you
in the ways
my sixth sense tells me
to take your hand
it's in the cards
surrender
and give yourself to me
and fear all
and fear nothing
and become me
become me
as I swallow what you were
and celebrate
what
we are

Song of Solomon, anyone?

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan



ah satan the eternal asspain.....lol

That WAS a compliment, My dear.

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan

Truly infernal
Yet also somewhat cuddly:
The NS Satan

:twisted:

World peace, you say? How easily
can we obtain tranquility!
Kill everyone! That's what we said!
And then when everyone is dead

We'll hear no squabbles, tiffs, or fuss
No honking horn, nor roaring bus
No TV saying "News of Today"
There wouldn't be news, anyway.

No factories belching smoke
Nothing made, repaired, or broke.
Just quiet. Far and near.
'Though there'd be none to hear.

Kill everyone, and then we'll see
How calm and neat the world can be.
And if you dread being all alone,
Think of a world with no cell phone.


Thank you, and may your very living bones be filled with molten lead.

Precious moments

You lay there on
My chest
This is the place you
Start your rest.
I run my hand through
Your hair
To relax you and show
My care.
You sigh and breathe
So softly
I open my eyes but its
To dark to see
My ears listen closely
For any sound
Its all ok, just the wind
Blowing around
You give a tremble as deeper
You sleep
I smile as you dream and
We rub our feet.
You’ve gone now into the
Neverland
So I roll you over, while holding
Your hand.
I listen again for any noise
Outside.
Still ok, its now time for my
Own dreamy ride.

Truly infernal
Yet also somewhat cuddly:
The NS Satan

:twisted:

Ode to Free Radicals

Goddamn socialist
Equate Me with teddy bears
For that thou wilt burn


Copyright 2003
His Most Poetic Majesty
Satan

Truly infernal
Yet also somewhat cuddly:
The NS Satan

:twisted:

Ode to Free Radicals

Goddamn socialist
Equate Me with teddy bears
For that thou wilt burn


Copyright 2003
His Most Poetic Majesty
Satan

lol...but you are so cute sometimes when you get mad...all red and fiery...i

If one is god damned
does he not belong to you
already, Satan?

If one is god damned
does he not belong to you
already, Satan?

For Little Jimmy:

Shaddup Goddammit!
I'm writing a haiku here
Go play in traffic


Copyright 2003
His Most Poetic Majesty
Satan

Prayer of Despair

Despair everywhere I search,
Darkness pulling me down,
The end is only a dream
My fate to suffer eternal.

The pain of loneliness
Overwhelms my thoughts,
Tears blinding my sight,
I'm damaged beyond repair.

Ripping at my soul,
Memories of past,
Dark traces of another life,
Crying to be set free.

Cries for help go unanswered,
Left alone to my own devices,
No one can see my suffering,
Blind are they from the truth.

Mocking eyes all around me,
Thinking they know how I feel,
Pretending they know what’s best,
Yet sword they will not give.

To end this misery is all I ask,
My tortured soul can take no more,
Trapped within my own darkness,
Can't you hear my screams from Hell?

Emptiness

I sit here alone,
And feel only pain.
My sole is now weary,
My heart grows numb.
Night after night,
I have yearned for the touch,
Of someone who loves me,
And wants to be near.
Yet alone I still sit,
No arms to feel around me.
My heart is so empty,
The pain is unbearable.
I’ve opened my heart,
and received only pain.
But yet I still try,
To find the one for me.
I yearn to be touched,
To feels arms around me.
I need to be held,
To be told everything’s ok.
To have someone there beside me,
When the rest of the world turns away.
This pain is now torched,
A constant reminder,
Of what I don’t have.
Where my heart should be,
Is only a dark void.
Emptiness fills me,
Its the only thing that’s real.

Freedom

You speak to me of god,
Yet proof you have none.
You say he will end my pain,
Yet the reminder of what I’ve done.
I say to hell with your god,
For only pain he has given me,
I say you are an asshole, for believing in such foolery.
Open your eyes and take a good look,
Crime, disease, and hate everywhere.
If your god is so powerful,
Then why doesn’t he show that he cares?
Some say we deserve all that we get,
Tell that to the little girl after her father rapes in her bed.
Some say god chooses our fates,
Tell that to a mother after her baby is shot dead.
It’s time for people to wake up and see,
That the life they are living is a foolish dream,
Quit sitting idly by waiting to be rescued,
Take a stand and fight, for only then will you be free!

Dreaming

As I lay awake at night,
And I think of days gone by,
My thoughts go to the one I love,
to these feelings deep inside.

I dream of holding him close,
Feeling his soft lips on mine,
Making love till morning,
Becoming one for all time.

But for now I can only dream,
For distance keeps us apart,
And keep his love alive,
Forever in my heart.

My love for him will always be,
And his touch I'll feel inside,
For what we share between us,
Is destined to survive.

I wrote this poem while sitting on top of a hill in Demigodess:

Forbade me thy father
from love and pleasure
he scorned my mother
and such

but now i am free
in my beautiful country
drawing and snacking on lunch

elastic

I swell and stretch
ebbing to drown you
flowing to engulf you
you, sigh into me
and I encase you
there is love
and turmoil
to surround this
we two
tumble in the tides
and watch the sky
spin above
pick a star
to shine your name
there is nothing
I have not seen
I can school you
in the ways
my sixth sense tells me
to take your hand
it's in the cards
surrender
and give yourself to me
and fear all
and fear nothing
and become me
become me
as I swallow what you were
and celebrate
what
we are

Song of Solomon, anyone?

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan



ah satan the eternal asspain.....lol

That WAS a compliment, My dear.

His Most Infernal Majesty
Satan

well lovely of you, I was taking it as sarcasm.....

integral


in the space of light
and dark
with swirling inhibitions, abound
I fear the magic of your spell
and wish
and cry
holding fast and true
with slippered hands
I watch you creep
another lost
integral to me
and shadows swallow
feeling tight
explosions of heated
hatred's harshest light
interrogating what once was
integral

Truly infernal
Yet also somewhat cuddly:
The NS Satan

:twisted:

Ode to Free Radicals

Goddamn socialist
Equate Me with teddy bears
For that thou wilt burn


Copyright 2003
His Most Poetic Majesty
Satan

Satan in a rage
Exceeds the legal bounds of
Cuteness - glad to burn!!!

:D

One of my more real-life-inspired poems.. written a few months into last school year. And for this, could I please have critique? Thanks.. - Spar

Bitter - (c) Calire, 2002

Your voice
across a thousand miles
makes me weep and laugh
in the same instant.
I weep for lost chances
I laugh
just because it is you
And always
for the short time I'm with you
It is the same.
I could have--
I should have--
I would have--
My mixed emotions
bring me to my knees
The storm comes
overtaking the peaceful sunshine.
Above the noise
again
I hear your voice
again
I laugh
and weep
bitter laughter
bitter tears
tears like rain.
The rain beats steadily
on the roof.

sparren i liked it ...funny how we both used a "storm" metophor to relate to love. and hey what did you think of my last one :)

I liked that one..(Precious Moments, right?) I wish I could have a time like that for myself. :lol:

I liked that one..(Precious Moments, right?) I wish I could have a time like that for myself. :lol:

cool...ty. one of these days you will. heck i was 25 before i found her so, give it time. better to wait on great love than to rush into love gone bad :)

How true and wise. :D

How true and wise. :D

a rare moment for me :)

It happens to us all at some point.. even me. :P

An apple, shining glossy green
lies simply in a bowl.
Left there accidentally?
Or by a charitable soul?

And yet this fruit seems sub'tly wrong
With something out of place.
Turned, one sees a simple hole
marring perfect face.

A worm inside
Or something worse?
Stomach full
or bulging hearse?

Shadowed hand,
with syringe and vial,
Busy in a
deed most vile?

Beautiful without,
at the core, infirm.
The more beautiful the apple
the deadlier the worm.


Thank you, and may your hair spontaneously combust.

At night I pray that I'm a fraud
unaswered hopes unnoticed
Imagine that there is no god
and faith becomes your locust
feeding on my heart and soul
alone I felt its kiss
become the life that I once sold
my price was all but free
The angels are the ones on trial
But all are judging me
An Atheist, Agnostic fool,
who's always faked his smile

Even Tomorrow. Who can Hope any longer for light?
Yet there it is! We must Go towards it, or else
Or be of those who love Darkness, luminous darkness
Pakistan presses on, in fear of nothingness.
There! Do you see the light High on that mountain?
Even here there is Light! Do you see it? Only darkness.
You see Reflections of dreams. Here Darkness covers
That the Muslim world considers just,
America should Open my eyes, turn on the light.
It risks creating even greater animosity.
Mr. Haider is A knife, Viciously twisting, argues for pain.
Eagerly I a hero of a god at his distress:
Take warning that if America doesn't wage war, fool!
For you she'll do just war on terrorism
In a way fine! Longing comes easy in darkness.

[Note] The poem literally wrote itself, all I did was push a button.

First Night

Pain eating my soul tonight
Nothing is feeling right
Burning in my skin
Tried to take you,
Wanted to sink in.
You say I’m delirious
Didn’t take me serious

Girl your all I wanted
To find
Please forgive my
Fevered mind.
Will you still understand?
Keep me in your hand
And say I’m your man.
You fill me up with pride
When you’re by my side.

You just held me
With that you took my heart
In your arms I quivered and shaked
You didn’t feel pity,
We didn’t let it push us apart.
I really believe in you
I know this time its true.
Could we go the distance?
We don’t know yet.
But I feel no resistance.

Want to hold you in my arms tonight.
Ill let you cry on my shoulder
And make it again all right.

At night I pray that I'm a fraud
unaswered hopes unnoticed
Imagine that there is no god
and faith becomes your locust
feeding on my heart and soul
alone I felt its kiss
become the life that I once sold
my price was all but free
The angels are the ones on trial
But all are judging me
An Atheist, Agnostic fool,
who's always faked his smile



I loved this

Gather

between the light and shadows
ringing bells of ghostly matter
with my name tuned in the soun
they've come to gather me
my broken parts strewn about
they collect
and infuse
while bodily
I crumble
they scaffold up my mind
I watch the pressure drop
I watch the sun derive
I watch the paleness steal me
and see the painful why
I have no strength
and have held on
to promises
in plastic tubes
and promises
from you
I fade
and am gathered
tied up neatly
gathered

Airplanes in the sky,
Propellars keep from falling,
thank you propellars

Airplanes in the sky,
Propellars keep from falling,
thank you propellars



*claps* Bravo propellers!

At night I pray that I'm a fraud
unaswered hopes unnoticed
Imagine that there is no god
and faith becomes your locust
feeding on my heart and soul
alone I felt its kiss
become the life that I once sold
my price was all but free
The angels are the ones on trial
But all are judging me
An Atheist, Agnostic fool,
who's always faked his smile



I loved this



Why thank you Goddessness!!!

well you are so very welcome!

So Sick of optimist mentality
I slam down the phone
searching for a malidy
one I can call my own
customize and personalize
(I am my own disease)
To become what I am
In everyone else's eyes
and then throw away the keys

I, Alone- (c) Calire, 2003

Pushed out of
the circle of friends
I stand aside
with tears in my eyes
no one shares
any secrets with me
or confides in me
or tells things to me
instead finding someone else
for talking to.
I feel abandoned
left alone to fight the storm
as others I once loved
escape beneath their warm tent.
Where have they gone
the whispered, laughing tales?
And where my heart
once holding many things
now fallen to echoing silence?
The circle closes and
my tears mingle
with the rain.

Yes, I use rain metaphors a lot.. :D

Martial arts movies
Are ballet for the macho:
Jackie Chan in tights!!!

:shock:

Bruce Lee, Amazing
The Undefeated Master
Best that ever lived

this is my other version of a poem i already put up here (you might recognize the style, might not... oh well, it doesn't matter... but i'm not tryin to make neone believe this... it's poetry :) (i have been criticized before))

I am your God
I have told you everything you
need to know
(that you are My beloved)
but ye of little faith, why do you still
worry
I am part of you sould
you can hear my words in your
heart
a heart of stone where
I desperately try to place
Love
I am the Light
that shows the way and leads you through
your life
I have always been here loving
you
protecting you... My child, open your eyes and
mind.

Walked a mile to hear you roar
Felt good to hear you crash into
The shore.
Knew you could kick out the despair
Felt your energy filling the air.

The day has gone by
Brought night on just in time.
Feeling reckless and alone
Your music brings me comfortably
Home.

I walk up close to you.
I can feel your power now,
But never was I intimidated by you.
I just wish to sink into your arms.
You could crush me if you wished,
But no, you love me and bring no harm.

Standing here naked and alone
I walk into your grip,
I feel you warm my bones.
I dive into your womb,
Fight to hold my breath
While encircled under your body of foam.
You had a chance to vent your rage
But you still didn’t let me fade.
I rise to the surface to relax,
You hold me up, support my back.

I swim back in to the beach
Thinking of all the ancient mysteries
Of which you could teach.
Next to the fire I do retreat
Watch you and the flames dance from
My seat.
Its good to be here with you my friend,
Your sweet love will bring me back again.

this is my other version of a poem i already put up here (you might recognize the style, might not... oh well, it doesn't matter... but i'm not tryin to make neone believe this... it's poetry :) (i have been criticized before))

I am your God
I have told you everything you
need to know
(that you are My beloved)
but ye of little faith, why do you still
worry
I am part of you sould
you can hear my words in your
heart
a heart of stone where
I desperately try to place
Love
I am the Light
that shows the way and leads you through
your life
I have always been here loving
you
protecting you... My child, open your eyes and
mind.

i have a critism :) i like it :)(p.s. good to see you on here again)

i have a critism :) i like it :)(p.s. good to see you on here again)

thanks culebra! glad you like it :D (it has been a while, hasn't it?)

God, you know that I'm not weak
and no forgiveness do I seek
I walk alone, do not interfere
Most holy God of puppeteers
I call to you, "cut thy Strings"
I have heard the unspoken things
I'll not fight for you, I'll fight not for Him
the day the Earth's light is dim
I'll stand for what I see is right
and I'll not die without a fight
God you know, I've forsaken thee
and now I pray, forsake me

God, you know that I'm not weak
and no forgiveness do I seek
I walk alone, do not interfere
Most holy God of puppeteers
I call to you, "cut thy Strings"
I have heard the unspoken things
I'll not fight for you, I'll fight not for Him
the day the Earth's light is dim
I'll stand for what I see is right
and I'll not die without a fight
God you know, I've forsaken thee
and now I pray, forsake me

I like this one, especially the last two lines.

Culebra, I was raised on the Texas coast (and have slept on the beach many a night). The poem about the beach/ocean is right on. Gives me even more reason to visit my sister.

Culebra, I was raised on the Texas coast (and have slept on the beach many a night). The poem about the beach/ocean is right on. Gives me even more reason to visit my sister.


yea i grew up in missouri: we did have a lake(more on that here soon :)) but ive lived in cali for about 7 years now and the ocean is the main reason i stay. :)

I listen to my loves
As their vioces softly whisper to me
As they haunt the halls of my memories
And return to me in my eternal dreams
Each one submerged
In the soul, in the image
Of a girl now remembered
Only as Grey

Written as I typed it. I've had the image of this poem floating around in here for awhile now, but never could get it to paper. You all seem to be a good influence.

Thanx.

Big Jim P

NS, Friday night -
Party night for the poets
Versify 'til dawn!!!

:D

hey every one long time no post heres 2 of my newer stuff

Who am I?

…thats hard because i don't know myself
because i've lost myself somewhere
within my mind, locked behind a door
in a darkend cornor, within nothing there
no time no space no matter no motion

locked away in obscuritity

away from preying eyes
that see through the dark

into the depths of insanity
raininng down stones that sting the flesh
and break the bone
yet are not real
just judgemental comments
that try to kill me inside

which is why i locked myself away
so long ago away from myslef
and the world

in a darkend
cornor where no one can find me
not even me
where safety is
and nothing more


Dystopia

Creeping up above the mindless dribble
That engulfs this world the cry
Of a soul in anguish breaks through
As though it lives within each of us
Resonating from our core along
Our intertwined webs of communication
This cry of dmnation, cursing the world
The world that is so cold

Are we all to fall victum to this frozen world?
Will we all cry out in dispair and let it ring in the air
Will we turn away in horror, from this cold world?
Why, why does this happen here in this "perfect" world?
Is it because of politics?
Is it because of mindless games?
Is it because of Higher powers?
Is it because of us?

Thats soul's cry of anguish and damnation
Is a reflection upon us all
Because it is through our actions
That others are crushed, in this Dystopia...

The Forgotten Few

They are left to cry their silent tears
and drown inside their endless fears
Their eyes plead to a world gone blind
that wants to leave them all behind

Struck down by the hands of fate
victims of a cruel hate
They are forced to walk this earth alone
and try to make this life their own

I wrote this a few days ago after watching a documentary about AIDS in Africa

The Forgotten Few

They are left to cry their silent tears
and drown inside their endless fears
Their eyes plead to a world gone blind
that wants to leave them all behind

Struck down by the hands of fate
victims of a cruel hate
They are forced to walk this earth alone
and try to make this life their own

I wrote this a few days ago after watching a documentary about AIDS in Africa

wow. that poem is... awesome.

Thanks:)

Thanks:)

:) anytime

again another 2 poems these are a little older tho

Breathe

Do you deserve these beatings?
Pummelled by the tide
You feel it all slip away (Back to reality)
Why do you torture yourself this way?
Can’t you see its killing you?

Dreams, killed by your dreams
Every time you close your eyes
Awake for the nightmares
Asleep for the dreams
You slip away into self-punishment
Why won’t you awaken?
From the dreams

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Are you a fool or just a shadow of a man?
Hiding in your darkened corner
Hiding from the day
Hiding from the night
Nothing left of an existence
Like a insomniac in a coma
The kill-switch is engaged
But nothing is happening!!

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Hanging in motion going no where
Pummelled by a tide that never came
Beaten in your mind by you
Trying to slip away for good
As if killed by a dream
Your dream

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

In your mind you died
In my heart you lived on
No matter how far we came
I still want you to breathe again

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For Me…

For me…
For me…

As One

Pleasure, pain
Pain, pleasure
One and all
The same
The same cause
The same result
But different
A different life
A different view
A different drive
As the stars fall
Down on us
We breathe together
We die together
Our spirits intertwine
Together…

And arise
Renewed once more
Within the earth
Within the trees
Within the birds
Within the insects
Life lives on
As do we
The…

Untill the dawn breaks
the silence of the night,
where only the poets and dreamers
Dread the coming of the light

Until the sun arises
to start another day
When only poets and madmen
come on out to play
:D

On the other hand...

This unsilent night
Is troubled with poets' sighs
Whose smiles greet the dawn

Falling Novas

Illusion
Clouding
My mind
Causing
Fear
As I start to fall
My walls are closing in
Make no sound at all
Fallen
On the ground
And so free

A perfect ending of darkness
the sunrise
A perfect ending of light
the sunset

Each a perfect ending
And each
A more perfect beggining

Falling Novas

Illusion
Clouding
My mind
Causing
Fear
As I start to fall
My walls are closing in
Make no sound at all
Fallen
On the ground
And so free

reminds me of an older one of mine. Let me find it

coolies

To Live Death Free
March 8, 1992

Live or die
Laugh or cry
Scream just to hear yourself
Live insane
Pleasure, pain
Dwelling in your hell

What drives you in your madness?
What screams inside your head?
The living lie in open graves
To free the sleeping dead
You walked into the darkness
You played with sacrifice
And now your soul lies forfeit
You couldn’t see the price

You drew your circle on the ground
And screamed out to the stars
You called that which you can’t put down
And left the gates ajar
And now what demon drives you on
To make your victims bleed
Too dead to lie in open graves
To live to live death free

thats probably the best one i've seen, well read but tis the same thing

Great work

thats probably the best one i've seen, well read but tis the same thing

Great work

The same what thing?

Take the knife
Jab it in my chest
Let me fall
Sleep with no rest

Yeah, leave me here
Don't hold me in your arms
I'll just stay in the cold
Don't protect me from harm

I guess I deserve
This treatment from you
There's nothing I can say
Nothing I can do

But then again
Look at me now
I am trying to change
Though I will get no "wow"


Yeah, that was wuite odd.Here's another depressing poem.



Silent
In the darkest room
I can see nothing
But I can feel you

Your arms wrapped around me
In this thunder storm
Makes me feel so good
In this quiet dorm

Patiently waiting
For the rain to pass
I hear the sound of
Shattering glass

You let go gently
And walk away
Yell back quietly
Telling me to stay

Some loud yelling
And I hear a scream
I am hopeing now
That this is only a dream

I try to wake up
But it doesn't work
So I crawl away
As the man begins to lurk

I search the ground
And I find a knife
Then I think to myself
This isn't right

I was about to
Slice my wrist
When the man grabed me
And I tightened my fist

I feel a rag
Rubbing my face
The smell's so strong
I fall out of place

The next my eyes open
I'm in a room
With a pencil and paper
And some cooked mushrooms

I'm trying to think
oOf what they want me to do
But I cannot think clearly
When I'm not with you

So I sit on the bed
Just writeing here
Hopeing that one day
You will be near

As I am waiting
For the man
That loved me so
With no demand

I write some poetry
For the people out there
Hopeing that someone
Will answer my prayer

My greatest request
Is to see my love
At least as an angel
Sent from above


That was like right after my bf called and said he had to move. :( I'm going to give you guy's one more and then I'll wait until a few more pages go by.



Blood splashes
Against the wall
As I take this knife
And kill you all

Even though
It is only a dream
It is so realistic
To me

And I know in the morning
When I awake
It will all seem as
It is nothing but fake

I will walk to my school
And there you will be
Just waiting by the classroom door
To humiliate me

One day I'll snap
I will kill you all
You will be struck down by my mighty power
It will be your turn to fall


I wrote that after a guy dumped me and the whole class was laughing at me. Worst day of my life. I seek much revenge on those who were foolish at that time. MUAHAHAHAHA!!! Hehe. But, yeah, it sucked. Through most of my poetry, there is always frustration with something. Hope you like it. And if ou don't, please speak the truth so I can try to correct what I am doing wrong. Thank you. I love this thread. :D

very good elena
your words are dark
and sad.

im ready to jump
know one cares
no one crys

i am ready to die
i cant fly but ill try




and


alone
the world forgot
you dont know what to do
every1 says something new
alone

thats probably the best one i've seen, well read but tis the same thing

Great work

The same what thing?

well you can't really say i've seen that poem, either way it means i've read it

don't worry, this one does ally make sense if you think about it a bit :wink:

a
stupid word that will
silently make me want to
undo things that
might happen in the
emptiness of the unseen and unlived future.

(comes from a piece of advice i got once, to never assume...)

ME
February 18, 2001

Somewhere
in there
is my heart.
Somewhere
I never knew where
I felt
Or even how
I feel

Somewhere in all
The joy and pain
Is where I feel
Where all the pain comes together
And all the joys
Sings too me

Where there is no darkness
Where there is no light
Where only there is only

Me.

[bookmarking and bump]

i was just thinking... before we get to our 65th page, should someone compile all the poetry in here into like a word processing thing or something? i mean, what'll happen to the thread??

i was just thinking... before we get to our 65th page, should someone compile all the poetry in here into like a word processing thing or something? i mean, what'll happen to the thread??

Good question. I personally dont want to lose this thread. Theres to much talent here.

i was just thinking... before we get to our 65th page, should someone compile all the poetry in here into like a word processing thing or something? i mean, what'll happen to the thread??

Good question. I personally dont want to lose this thread. Theres to much talent here.

exactly... maybe we could save it all onto a word processing thing and e-mail it to anyone and everyone who wants it?

I don't know. There has been thread's before up to 65 pages. Even more than that. I don't think anything will happen to the thread but it will have 65 pages or more. Anways, thanks for the compliment. People think I'm odd for writeing such dark poetry. Hehe. Oh well, here's one I wrote just last night on my bed.



I sit here looking straight ahead
Day after day after day
And every time I speak aloud
"That's what your mom used to say"

And there's that voice in the back of my head
I'm going to shoot it with this gun
And when that stupid voice is dead
It will all be good and done

So I take this gun from inside my drawyer
Shoot a bullet right through my head
And before I knew it, darkness occurs
I realize that I am dead

I'm not sure where I am going
But all I can do is fall and weap
As a million things pass through my mind
And the man beside me stands to his feet

A bucket of corn passes memory lane
As I stay still on my knees
Asking my powerful God for one more chance
Oh please Oh please Oh please


Yeah, that was quite odd. I am going to go eat now.

Holding up the Earth
its been this way since birth
a magnet to dispair
and no-one seems to care

Atlas without his strength
All I have is angst
and the grit to stay alive
(so the misery will thrive)

Parasites abound
creeping without sound
to suck my life away
living day by day

World is so heavy
I know that I'm not ready
to destroy my foe
and that is all I know

picking up my pen
wondering when Ill end
I'd drop this weight now
if only I knew how

Misery loves company
and cages keep it free
Pain and loss will fill me
wherever I am hollow

Animal Curiosities
A Dilly-Dally Narrative

(1996©AED. All rights reserved.)

As I sauntered through the countryside on a mild Monday morn’
I began myself to thinking that my wittiness was worn.
Here among the trees and creatures of this holy-hearted home
I was subject to rejuvenation, simply on one’s own.
And the causes of my revival were the country’s creatures’ cries
Intermingled with the passion of our eloquent English eyes
(Not the lenses of our sight, but the eyes by which we word:
Everything we catch existing has now known nomenclature).
Agèd founders of our language had a long linguistic love
For the priceless methodology of terming things thereof.
Anyway, all through the promenade of foresty floral fields,
I embarked to label animals with the wanton words we wield.
By the pond and in the trees relaxed our avid avian allies:
Hosts of sparrows, and a tidings of those many merry magpies,
Teams of ducks and charms of finches, dules of dumbly doddling doveys,
All the larks in exaltation; quails in cutely cooing coveys.
Schools of fish and knots of toads twirled in peaceful, patient pools
Where a sedge of cranes had spied a span of moron-minded mules.
I but listened to the medleys of the gaily gaggled geese
While a flock of sheep was sacrificing finely flowing fleece.
To my surprise a gang of elk traversed the greenish, grassy grounds
Followed closely by a pack of husky, hasty, howling hounds.
Near the stables teams of horses bayed as beautiful, bellowing beasts;
And the peacock ostentations ambled as amiable artistes.
When the feline clusters huddled ‘round their cuddly kitten kindles
Then a fall of woodcocks rested close to silky spider spindles.
After a while I had realized that the basic, boring babbling
Of my expedition had gone gibberistically gabbling.
Soon I saw a bevy of cygnets and their singing, stately swans
Safe away from skulks of vixens on the luring, luscious lawns.
Still, a playful string of ponies laughed at sickening, soundered swine
Plagued by hordes of gnats and grists of bees in busy, bumbling brine.
Louder still were jacks and jennies in their drunken, droopy droves
Climbing high over the prides to hills the lauded lions loathe.
In the mountains traveled yokes of overworked, obedient oxen
While a company of parrots tattled tantalizing toxins.
On the placid vista roaring like a giant god-goliath
Roared calamitous herds of elephants in rough, rambunctious riot.

As the night fell prey upon the marvelous menagerie
A watch of nightingales sang in eulogistic euphony.
For when the stars shone out as pearly pods perfectly powered,
Then Creation glowed in harmony on tall, tremendous towers.
Lying there, I slept until the golden goblet greatly gleamed,

Wherefrom I hobbled out of bed, deeply sad that I had only dreamed.


(I wanted to share this with you all. This is copyrighted. I will act as needed to protect my poem ;) )

alright, i'm either going to make a new site w/ a forum where anyone can post their poems (might need some help there!) or i'll copy everyone's stuff into a w/p thing and e-mail it (might be a rather long e-mail). idk, i just don't want to see everyone's stuff gone.

wow, that was damn good Ziobia

wow, that was damn good Ziobia

Thank you, Kaose. ;)

alright, i'm either going to make a new site w/ a forum where anyone can post their poems (might need some help there!) or i'll copy everyone's stuff into a w/p thing and e-mail it (might be a rather long e-mail). idk, i just don't want to see everyone's stuff gone.


andi..and everyone. the mods promised they would just lock this thread along with other ones that have meaningful content. only the spam, word games and things like that will be deleted. i already went back and got my stuff though, just to be safe :)

alright, i'm either going to make a new site w/ a forum where anyone can post their poems (might need some help there!) or i'll copy everyone's stuff into a w/p thing and e-mail it (might be a rather long e-mail). idk, i just don't want to see everyone's stuff gone.


andi..and everyone. the mods promised they would just lock this thread along with other ones that have meaningful content. only the spam, word games and things like that will be deleted. i already went back and got my stuff though, just to be safe :)

:oops: i'm still a newbie of sorts cule, what's the diff. between locking and deleting? locking can you just not post?

alright, i'm either going to make a new site w/ a forum where anyone can post their poems (might need some help there!) or i'll copy everyone's stuff into a w/p thing and e-mail it (might be a rather long e-mail). idk, i just don't want to see everyone's stuff gone.


andi..and everyone. the mods promised they would just lock this thread along with other ones that have meaningful content. only the spam, word games and things like that will be deleted. i already went back and got my stuff though, just to be safe :)

:oops: i'm still a newbie of sorts cule, what's the diff. between locking and deleting? locking can you just not post?


yes mam...you got it correct :) you'll still be able to find it by digging through the pages or its easier look through your own threads seperatly. :)

This stuff's all so dark
As befits dark times like these:
But someone smile, please...

:D

Times are darkening
twenty more pages, then locked
poems left to post.

whats with the fake haikus????

Haikus are supposed to be ironic questions, with the syllabic scheme of 5-7-5.

The questions are then answered, sometimes, in Tonkas, which are two-lined poems of 9 syllables each.

Haikus = questions
Tonkas = answers.

Get it?

Dystopia

Creeping up above the mindless dribble
That engulfs this world the cry
Of a soul in anguish breaks through
As though it lives within each of us
Resonating from our core along
Our intertwined webs of communication
This cry of dmnation, cursing the world
The world that is so cold

Are we all to fall victum to this frozen world?
Will we all cry out in dispair and let it ring in the air
Will we turn away in horror, from this cold world?
Why, why does this happen here in this "perfect" world?
Is it because of politics?
Is it because of mindless games?
Is it because of Higher powers?
Is it because of us?

Thats soul's cry of anguish and damnation
Is a reflection upon us all
Because it is through our actions
That others are crushed, in this Dystopia...

One That Got Away




Leave me behind because I need the time,
Last few days to rewind and get off my mind,
As I scold myself about how much I know
She's the one that that I let go
Now she's letting me go but I can't have that,
It was my mistake,
Not to see
Not to understand,
Not to put a ring on her hand,
She's so far and she's just a block away,
And I'm still sitting here wishing for it everyday
And in my mind if I,
Try to justify,
Saying I ever loved anyone else,
It's a deep wound I've put in myself,
Face to face with me,
It's cold and I'm thinking again,
About how to have her and when,
Would we both forget,
Turning away,
And if she's here, would she stay
And it breaks me,

Breaks me down,
Shakes me up,
Makes me scream,
Till' I've had enough,
Enough to make up for a life with you,
And when you can see, what I mean
That things are not as they seem,
That they've all been transparent and before you I'm real,

And you,
You try and take it all from me I know your games,
You,
You think you have the rest of me,
You,
You're so wrong, you can never get the best of me,
I'm over you now
I can't stand you anymore,
What happened to forever? Looks like I got bored

Because she's the one that I let go,
She's the only one who'll ever know,
A better side of me,
All the pride in me,
And if I can show her now,
You won't exist,

This is it.

The difference between a dog and a shed

It's not idea to give a dog
a coat
of creosote.

whats with the fake haikus????

Haikus are supposed to be ironic questions, with the syllabic scheme of 5-7-5.

The questions are then answered, sometimes, in Tonkas, which are two-lined poems of 9 syllables each.

Haikus = questions
Tonkas = answers.

Get it?


Why must Ziobia
Attack our innocent fun?
A haiku-nazi?


Looking forward to your Tonka, Zi... :wink:

whats with the fake haikus????

Haikus are supposed to be ironic questions, with the syllabic scheme of 5-7-5.

The questions are then answered, sometimes, in Tonkas, which are two-lined poems of 9 syllables each.

Haikus = questions
Tonkas = answers.

Get it?

yeah we get it, but it doesnt make it so that its "not poetret" if its not ironic. open minded??

whats with the fake haikus????

Haikus are supposed to be ironic questions, with the syllabic scheme of 5-7-5.

The questions are then answered, sometimes, in Tonkas, which are two-lined poems of 9 syllables each.

Haikus = questions
Tonkas = answers.

Get it?


Why must Ziobia
Attack our innocent fun?
A haiku-nazi?


Looking forward to your Tonka, Zi... :wink:

LOL!

A true poet must master the rules
of poetry before they break them.

[haiku-nazi] No Haiku for you! [/haiku-nazi]

:D :D

Rules are meant to be
Broken. no on can enforce
empty rules can they?

Rules are meant to be
Broken. no on can enforce
empty rules can they?

If you're Master of All Poetry,
Yes. But I'm not so carry on, friend.

;)

Benny Carter died
So now they play his music
On the radio...

Jazzmen have an immortality
Bought dear every day of their lives

:cry: RIP, Benny

Rules are meant to be
Broken. no on can enforce
empty rules can they?

If you're Master of All Poetry,
Yes. But I'm not so carry on, friend.

;)

I am a master
Of nothing but the words that
spill from pen to page

Die
January 16, 2000
How do you know to love?
How do you know how?
When the wind whistles and screams
Into your heart
How do you know
What castles passion builds
What to say
Where to start
Then in a brief moment
Your chance goes all astray
How do you know?
Love is mute
Not a thing
To say
And when you love mutely
Never saying
Trying (so hard!)
Not to bother to feel
Does it matter?
Does not a heart
Die?

Rules are meant to be
Broken. no on can enforce
empty rules can they?

If you're Master of All Poetry,
Yes. But I'm not so carry on, friend.

;)

I am a master
Of nothing but the words that
spill from pen to page

I REALLY like that *haiku* BJP. :)

Thanx Ziobia.
No doubt you've seen that
I write Short poems

So on 3-5-3
any advice on content?
I'll learn to write yet.

Politics of 'growth':
We consume more, and live less -
A grim paradox

Will
November 10, 1991
We walked along the hallowed path
Separate, so alone
We sought convergence
Together, calling to the darkness
Answering, walking
Our paths to unite
Our Hearts and souls reach out
Dream, we dream the same
As we come together
And as our vision draws
The power rises. Will
The dream unfolds

The new day dawns, the dreamer awakens
Little dreamer by his side
We walk one path together
With contentment power pride

By my will
So it is done!

We are more alone,
More often, and scared of life:
What is progress?

Hope
November 27, 1994
I let the world take its price
From my soul,
Hoping
For a return on my investment

Hope glows in the heart
And the waters of life try
Forever to quench the fire
And the world takes its price
On the soul,
Although
The price is high
It is paid
In full, with the fire
Of hope that glows within
The heart

The shadows that encroach
Upon the light, the warmth
So cold, frightening.
The dark
Tries too kill the light of hope

Within the darkness, the shadows
Huddles a small shivering childe
So alone and afraid. Yet warmed
By the hope that glows within
His heart.

January 19, 2001

Walk in Your Hell

Why walk in the darkness
Why walk in the pain
Look forever down
Look always into your hell

The pain felt is now mine

NOT mine!

WALK IN YOUR HELL

Leave me to my own

I must say that I'm proud of all those who have posted their hearts on here. A poem generally clings so tightly to one's soul that to share it with the world is to expose oneself. Bravo. May your hearts continue to guide your pens.

I am also impressed that you can date your poems. I couldn't tell you what day mine were written. I can give a year they were written on most of them.

-Cat

Here is another one of my poems
"Her Belly"

Gently protruding from her shirt
The cause of so much misery
She cries because of its size
She knows she is responsible

She allowed it to grow
By drowning her tears in food
Eating long after she was full
Shoveling it down when it begged her to stop

She bawls from its swelling
She’s blind to reason
She has to stop the tears
So she starting eating

A quart of ice cream
Her favorite food
Used to perpetuate
Her river of tears

She’s crying out loud
As the starts on quart two
Powerless to stop the cycle
She detests her body

I can’t hold back any more
I hold her in my arms
“My belly…” she starts to say
“It’s beautiful” I finish for her

She can’t believe I love it
But somehow she knows it’s true
I rub her sweet belly
As she says,“I love you.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope you liked it

I must say that I'm proud of all those who have posted their hearts on here. A poem generally clings so tightly to one's soul that to share it with the world is to expose oneself. Bravo. May your hearts continue to guide your pens.

I am also impressed that you can date your poems. I couldn't tell you what day mine were written. I can give a year they were written on most of them.

-Cat

Cat, thanx for the thread. I intend, if no one gets there first, to create a new poetry thread when this one hits the 65 limit. I almost always date my poetry,

Here is another one of my poems
"Her Belly"

Gently protruding from her shirt
The cause of so much misery
She cries because of its size
She knows she is responsible

She allowed it to grow
By drowning her tears in food
Eating long after she was full
Shoveling it down when it begged her to stop

She bawls from its swelling
She’s blind to reason
She has to stop the tears
So she starting eating

A quart of ice cream
Her favorite food
Used to perpetuate
Her river of tears

She’s crying out loud
As the starts on quart two
Powerless to stop the cycle
She detests her body

I can’t hold back any more
I hold her in my arms
“My belly…” she starts to say
“It’s beautiful” I finish for her

She can’t believe I love it
But somehow she knows it’s true
I rub her sweet belly
As she says,“I love you.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope you liked it

too cool. :D

With Me
August 31, 1993
My world comes crashing down around
A heart made out of stone
And I cry a single tear
For the years I've spent alone
But magic has its place
In my soul a little piece
Of you will ride forever
With me

I was going to recreate this thread when it gets locked. Hopefully our mods are smart enough to know this isn't spam and they won't delete it.

I'm just going to title it "Poets of NS 2" and then 3 and so on.

Whatever it takes.

Just poetry
simple words
that means a heart
feels, and cares.

Just poetry
and words

Whispering cries
Of a child that is lost
A payment is made
to the bitterest cost

A decision is made
while tears fill the eyes
Which one of the twins
Will you get to hear cry?

The Wait.

Today I lost my way
Felt a loss of words to say.
Hopelessness filling my soul,
Don’t know which way to go.

Got beat today in the city,
Filled with sadness, wishing pity.
Haunted still by my past crime
This place still has me doing time
Locked into this cold wasteland
Need my baby to pull me up by
The hand.
Got to watch my back
Look out for the bitches attack
Put away in this civilized prison
Go ahead now, punk, give me a reason!
Wipe that look of your face,
Or you’ll be in a dark place.

Just want to walk away and get high
Starting this shit over makes me cry.
Tried to get up and leave
Past the door I couldn’t see
Please baby don’t leave me alone.
On my heart your love has shone
I now find there’s nothing else to do
Just wait and see if you faith is true.

Soon ill leave this dreary hell
Maybe then all will be well
I wonder if my haunting past will end
Who out there will help me, my friend?
Will your patience last forever?
How long will we stay together,
I ask this cold day in November.

Desire

there are these
foggy skies
which interrupt my thoughts
and hide the grey of your eyes
this dance
between we two
clouded in this mist
of uncertainty
enjoy the chase
I watch you
watch me
watch you
and joy abounds
you write my name
with your smile
I fall into your magic
again
under these storm ridden trees
raindrops of we
sigh and fall
tumble through the grasses
to end up at your feet
to give it all
and not to separate
I see you
see me
and the grey is swirling
in and around us
like mist to the trees
swim in my seas
I close my eyes

The Wait.

Today I lost my way
Felt a loss of words to say.
Hopelessness filling my soul,
Don’t know which way to go.




fabulous stanza..nice work

Goddessness.. I like your poem, but it's startlingly happy for my tastes (I mostly write angst :)). Very well done..

Tomorrow

Don’t try to tell me
everything will be okay
Don’t try to tell me
tomorrow will be different
because it won’t be
The rain will keep on pouring
The world will keep on spinning
and my dreams will be
as far away as ever
tomorrow, no matter what you say
And I wish I could get another roll
of the dice
but in life there’s only one
and then you’re stuck
So I guess I’ll just have to stay here
waiting and wishing
hoping against my common sense
that tomorrow will be different
and everything will be okay

The Wait.

Today I lost my way
Felt a loss of words to say.
Hopelessness filling my soul,
Don’t know which way to go.




fabulous stanza..nice work

:oops: thank you :) yours are always very good. for someone(me) who has a hard time reading poetry, yours and a few others on here flow very easy. :)

Insight.

7-5-03

Here I've looked at darkness
and here i've seen the light
seen poets grab the real, unreal
and stab it with true sight.

Jim P

Desperation

Her baby suffered:
She took a knife, ended it.
Unbearable pain.

Love, hate and despair overwhelmed her -
Her child free, she's here with us in hell.



Note: this is a response to a news item I read today. I know the mother involved, not well, but well enough that this is incredibly hard for me to think about, let along talk about. I'm hoping this haiku/tonka pair will help get it out of my head a bit.

Desperation

Her baby suffered:
She took a knife, ended it.
Unbearable pain.

Love, hate and despair overwhelmed her -
Her child free, she's here with us in hell.



Note: this is a response to a news item I read today. I know the mother involved, not well, but well enough that this is incredibly hard for me to think about, let along talk about. I'm hoping this haiku/tonka pair will help get it out of my head a bit.


A simple sceam.

a siimple hate

for the tears

the tears given.

Well I thoght I could write your words
but they come to me so silent.

So
Quiet

i got a poem

roses are red
violets are green
im da illest poet
you have ever seen

i got a poem

roses are red
violets are green
im da illest poet
you have ever seen

burn and be ignored

Jim P

my eyes have grown tired
no longer caffiene wired
got lazy after a taste of chronic
got the munchies and had some sonic
feels good being glazed
now time for the next phase
going to bed now, turn out the lite
and wish you all a goodnite

i bump you so you dont get
lost
my favorite thread
new growth hiding under the
frost

:) goodnite everyone :)

What I Saw
January 14, 1994

I looked
I saw
I cried for what I saw
I felt
I screamed
I screamed out in my heart

I took out my heart
And olden memories
My soul
I laid them on the table

I looked I saw
I cried for what I saw

I saw black years
And where tears of fire burned
I saw scars and pain unhealed
But I never saw it all

I felt I screamed
I screamed out in my heart

Revolted, all I wanted
Was to look away
But I didn’t, I wont
Look away from part of me

So I looked I saw
I cried for what I saw



Did I create this?
This ugliness inside
Or was it mine by birth
Or created by another

I felt I screamed
I screamed out in my heart

Others say they see me
And tell me differently
They see in my heart and my soul
Things I could not see

I looked I saw
I cried for what I saw

Why do others hold,
Higher thoughts of me
What black lens shades
My heart
My eyes

I feel, I cry
I scream out in the dark

My will :twisted:

When the time for the end of my life,
Has come or is not too soon,
Give all my money to my wife,
If she buries me on the moon.

By Sirocco

Darkly the spirit walks
Down the paths most have forgotten
The ways that bring on the fright

Just another wayward soul
A bit of memory that lingers
A thing that goes bump in the night.

Days pass so slow-fast
Like freeze-frame bullets, whizz-drag:
Time tricks us - we help.

Controversial

You look at me today
And wonder what I will say.
Will it be about my belief in God?
Whatever it is it’s always watched by
The Mods.

You wonder as an American
Why I feel free.
You don’t think I have the
Right to be me.

You call me controversial.
You call me an arrogant asshole.
Do you think I really care?
Go ahead and hate on me
You know in war it’s all fair.

You say, “How can you marry out of race?”
Well bitch you don’t know what true love is
And how she brings a smile to my face.
That’s right I have a Puerto Rican lover.
And like it our not we are together forever.

You get mad cause I still get high.
Yea that’s right its still a part of me,
I won’t lie.
Would you rather see me depressed or
An alcoholic?
Would you rather just see me as a hopeless
Drug addict.
So let me smoke a little of the green
Let me relax and I won’t be so mean.

So call me controversial.
A weed smoking, Latina loving, Jesus freak
Just don’t think I can’t take the heat.

You call me a dreamer, a pothead, and a pig.
Well why stop there, keep on.
Lets see how much shit you can dig.

You say I aint independent?
I say fuck you.
I vote for what I feel is right.
Not some bullshit Left
Vs. Right fight.

So go ahead and call me
Controversial.
A fucked up arrogant asshole.
I really don’t care what you think.
To me you’re just a punk bitch
So go ahead and grab a Mod
I knew you were just a little snitch.


:) sorry, but had some things i had to get out.
and my favorite qoute i just read is: "we make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." William Butler Yeats. this was a little of both. hope you enjoyed :)

And since I haven't posted a poem here since I started this thread.

Midnight Oil

The night,
baked by tired hands
that tickle the grass,
oozes across a filtered sky.
The hair matting the grass
feels the weight
of exhausted ideas.
Flickering grey eyes
slip a star
from its shelf of creativity,
while recharging
a heart
with a passion
for you.

Prayer Before Birth

I am not yet born, supply me
With human comfort, love, support, a
shoulder to lean on, a family to laugh with,
In peace and tranquility 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, show me,
The butterflies fluttering, birds singing,
trees whispering, brooks laughing,
And on clear blue lakes row me.

I am not yet born, lead me,
Through twists and troubles, through thick
and thin, through life, through pains and suffering
And always need me.

Prayer Before Birth

I am not yet born, supply me
With human comfort, love, support, a
shoulder to lean on, a family to laugh with,
In peace and tranquility 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, show me,
The butterflies fluttering, birds singing,
trees whispering, brooks laughing,
And on clear blue lakes row me.

I am not yet born, lead me,
Through twists and troubles, through thick
and thin, through life, through pains and suffering
And always need me.

This, could also (with a slight re-write) make an excellent secular wedding vow.

Hello everybody, I'm back from camping, here's a poem I wrote while I was away

Walking along the path
walking here with you
walking through the trees
and wishing it were true

smelling all the flowers
makes me want to scream
reminding me of us
and your favorite color green

In my tent you're here
your arms around me
but the light of day invades
and regretfully I see

your mouth whispers "goodbye"
I'm finding It would seem
that it all was nothing,
nothing but a dream

awaking on the trail
my skies and heart are blue
wishing I had both
the wilderness and you

Implode

if you are what you say you are
I had lost you before I knew you
my search had ended with my birth
the copper taste of my sweet blood
bad filled your knife's blade
and I believe your eyes had seen
me die without breath to tell you
that I would be
what you think I am
and what I had
always hoped to be

February 22, 2003
It is 1 am on a dark night.
There is a slow, heavy drizzling rain,

Cold so cold.

Far in the distance
There is the lonely mournful sound
Of a train whistle.

From out of the dark comes an image darker yet.

Me walking.

This is such a beautifully melancholy,
Unholy
Scene.
Depressing, but lovely,
For those of us who inhabit the night.

Wihtin the one small eye
is the small cold pain that looks
and cryes

and in to small cold arms
those that only catch and hold
is a love, a tear
That cries

January 3, 2001
To Bleed
Watch crying tears
Crying fears
Blood where no blood bleeds
That did not,
Need not, need,
Need
To bleed

And bleeding became life
Darkness,
The time,
Becomes blood
And nowhere became life
Where no blood
Needs be bled

Blood becomes blood
Blood on blood
Bleeding fears

i have some poetry ive written but its of a different style than the stuff here and im not sure if it would be accepted...

Its free verse no rhymes or nothing but it's written with a specific organization purpose and a different style, and a different sence of eloquence...

Whoever started this maybe ill just telegram you the poems and let you decide...

Ever feel like sadness is the only emotion you’re capable of feeling?
Like your better days are spent weeping in bed?
Like your eternal soul will be crying forever even in heaven because of the pain caused in life?
Like depression is your testimony and suffering is your biography?
Like death is an escape that you don’t have the strength to cause yourself?
Like your lack of strength is further reason that you don’t deserve to be on this earth?
Like your best of friends are equivalent to worst enemies?
Like the only thing you can afford to purchase is debt?
Like your only talent is failing at everything you attempt?
Like you can never fall asleep unless your crying yourself to sleep?
Like your fullest realization of your own intelligence was upon realizing your own stupidity?
Like you’re all inclusively decisively definitely eternally the worst human being on the face of this earth?


I do


Chris D.H.

There was once a place where I could go and laugh
Humour existed
While, it exists no more
Happiness is empty
Joy has forsaken me
The only thing I have is that in which I Hate
And all that I love was stripped away
During this struggle I was wounded
I still feel the pain
A slash across my flesh
A slash that was deep
A slash that was long
A slash that I’ll hold with me forever
A slash that describes me in it’s entity
As well as it’s existance
Who would I be without the slash ?
I wouldn’t be myself without it
Yet the slash that signifies who I am signifies who I hate

ChrisD.H.

i have some poetry ive written but its of a different style than the stuff here and im not sure if it would be accepted...

Its free verse no rhymes or nothing but it's written with a specific organization purpose and a different style, and a different sence of eloquence...

Whoever started this maybe ill just telegram you the poems and let you decide...

dude, don't worry about it. we're all poets here and we'll accept anything - we're not here to criticise unless you want it.

i have some poetry ive written but its of a different style than the stuff here and im not sure if it would be accepted...

Its free verse no rhymes or nothing but it's written with a specific organization purpose and a different style, and a different sence of eloquence...

Whoever started this maybe ill just telegram you the poems and let you decide...

dude, don't worry about it. we're all poets here and we'll accept anything - we're not here to criticise unless you want it.

i think i critisize my own stuff worse and more often than anyone else does..

Invasions and flames:
Scourges of our NationStates -
Is there nothing more?

Darkness in the mirror

I look into the mirror
And hate what looks back
That black outline
As if I have no soul.

No soul
No personality.
Just a shape in the mirror
A black shape

I like to think that the mirror is wrong
That I’m not just a black outline
But the mirror never lies
It looks out on the world, sees everything,
Knows everything.

I’m nothing,
An insignificant little bastard
That no one cares about.
The mirror knows this
And throws it back at me.

I hate that mirror,
With its mocking look
I turn it around to face the wall
But still feel it watching me, the smug bastard
Watching me, mocking every movement I make.

I want to end this,
Get it over with
Finish this
And be free.

Hey again, comrades. Sorry about my absence, but my comp picked up a virus from somewhere, and yea... but I've been writing.

"Memory"

I hear these words inside
No longer feel what's real
The darkness drills a hole
Will it ever be filled
What is this called life
Is it worth all this pain
The blade my only friends
But if it weren't
Then stop these memories

Watch what I am
Just another view
For all the world to stare
Look at me
What am I to you

Show me the memory
Back when I knew
How to feel
How things can fade

Show me the life I lived
The tears I cried
The blood I shed
And my old worst fears
Your lies still strong
Shredding me inside
You take off the mask
But what are you for real

What makes itself from
The doors unopened
Just some creatyre
To show me off
Look what I am now

Whatever I have done
Leave from my head
I knew this would come
When all there is
All remains is these thoughts
Bitter memories of past
The loathing of love
And not knowing what I am

There are great poets
who do not know their greatness
untill far too late


the two earlier were damn good.

A shadow in the night
a ray of light in dark
wherever death is he'll fight
and some say he has no heart

A sword peircing the soul
an arrow through his will
to protect his love, himself he sold
and fate commanded "kill"

killing countless enemies
meeting fates demands
obeying all his dieties
staining red his hands

An obediant little deathknight
a cunning little slave
forever begging to reach the light
for a coward he was brave

but now he is against the knife
and destiny watches close
insignificanty ended his life
and his story now does close

forever known as a slave
forever known for his one lie
no one knows how much he gave
no one now knows why

My love she lies
within balck eyes
a simple twist of fate

of where blue eyes
never dies
but walks to take her hate

then when her eyes
they wish to cry
reflecting both your own

You pause in all the emptiness

and cry your tears alone

Where it Counts

A single lonely tear rolls slowly down my face
It goes to join all the others
That I have already cried

I have no more tears left inside me,
I’ve cried them all
Nothing seems to take the pain away

The pain is like a great hole in my gut
Growing by the day
No one knows the pain that I go through

It’s like I’m condemned to an eternity of pain
No one to care
No one can see.

It’s like they’re all blind
Oh sure, they can see
But not what goes on inside,
Where it counts

i've posted this before but here goes

Breathe

Do you deserve these beatings?
Pummelled by the tide
You feel it all slip away (Back to reality)
Why do you torture yourself this way?
Can’t you see its killing you?

Dreams, killed by your dreams
Every time you close your eyes
Awake for the nightmares
Asleep for the dreams
You slip away into self-punishment
Why won’t you awaken?
From the dreams

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Are you a fool or just a shadow of a man?
Hiding in your darkened corner
Hiding from the day
Hiding from the night
Nothing left of an existence
Like a insomniac in a coma
The kill-switch is engaged
But nothing is happening!!

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

Hanging in motion going no where
Pummelled by a tide that never came
Beaten in your mind by you
Trying to slip away for good
As if killed by a dream
Your dream

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For me…

In your mind you died
In my heart you lived on
No matter how far we came
I still want you to breathe again

Wake up
Wake up
To reality (I must)
No more
No less
Just breathe again (You must)
For Me…

For me…
For me…

i was in a really weird mood when i did this... i was coming out of depression and i wrote a lot of poems back then... Most of them have never seen the light of day


Dear Mum


Dear mum
You never listened to me
So I hope you will now

As I sit here
With a knife poised
Ready to start its quick descent

Now it’s done
The knife has done its work
I lie here now in a pool of blood

And in that pool of blood
I realize that this was wrong
There are better ways to get your attention

You walk in the door
You let out a scream
You kneel down next to me

I try with all my strength
But I have none
To say to you,
I love you mum

Shit man i'm worried about you

Oh no need to worry! :oops: i'm sorta stable now... i jus feel as if its time to show people the written poems...

Who wants to see inside Harps' mind?

Chapter the First

The sound of Communist energy awoke the boy on this day. He revelled quietly in the moment, briefly, for that is all moments are, and was instantly pinned to the bed by the pressures bestowed on him by The Modern World. I capitalise this title for fear of retribution someday by the powers-that-be and their possible control over vast quantities of things that perhaps shouldn't be controlled. Purple and white polygons blaze by like some twisted hallucinatory experience, brought on by heavy drug taking and an afternoon casually talking about such topics as where music goes after it's heard, and Smurfette's REAL purpose in the village, with a man whose name can be used effectively in at least five popular limericks. But this is no mere hallucination, it is the first glimpse of The Modern World that is received by his brain. Keeping in mind that at this point, only fractions of a second have passed since returning from the ethereal world of slumber, so the brain still has yet to be shrouded with the limitations of the physical world. It is at this stage that things are exactly what they are and seem, but, conjunctively, they are an infinite number of paradoxes, unanswerable equations and all manner of different ideas, with total unification, solidarity of the magnitude that can only be produced by a single unit.
Light floods in through the gaps in the skin above his nose. Science has grown to call these "eyes. Without them humans would surely have substantially less chance of maintaining their dominance of the planet." Please note the placement of the punctuation marks, for it refers to the blindedness of human ideas, conception and attitude. Eyes are perhaps a useful tool when you have to evade or intercept something in particular, but that is a need generated by another species' (and our own) ability to create a situation wherein something must be evaded or intercepted. If this ability were non-existent then its by-product second cousin would be also....non existent. Or perhaps simply vestigial, that is, not used but present nonetheless. If evolution ingeneral had taken a bizarre twist and handed us total enlightenment at the door, we would have no purpose, no goals to achieve and no failures, therefore no learning. But there would also be no problems at all, excepting those generated by the impossibilities of perfection.
As soon as the problems were ushered out the previous night as he dozed and drifted into the ethereal, they returned with plans of manifestation and residence. Ruining the otherwise peaceful run of events, these problems sank back once again into the subconscious to immediately commence work chiselling and sawing away at the very infrastructure of the intended. Of course these problems were as psychosomatic as he allowed them to be, creating completely different perceptions of evolution as the level of reality differs from person to person.
With a stretch and some fetal reminiscence, the boy emerges from the bed weary, and unready for the day that faces him, faces him bearing instruments of stupidity and stupidity alone. It was of little surprise (or interest, surprisingly) to him that lessons on how to play these instruments had been forced on him since birth, and all the crying and breath holding he could muster wouldn't have stopped this act of neo cruelty, for the machines have only the buttons they are equipped to need, any more would prove sensible, or so can be gleaned.
The primary conscious decision lies in the heart of every man at whether to continue or not. The options seem viable to him at the time, but he understands that his understanding has been tainted.

666: I wish I could write like that... I haven't written songs for long though. Just found it a way to express my emotions...

Anyway, here's one of my attempts, 'Forgotten':

In my sad existence where I appear so dull
Could it be a system to undermine my role?
How am I expected to live in normal ways?
Feels like I'm suspected of new crimes every day

You can't say I'm not trying, but you'll find
You can't say I'm not dying in my mind
It just feels so rotten, but at least now I know
I'm just plain forgotten

I may seem a nice guy, but yes I finish last
And whatever I try my life's not changing fast
Why am I even here when no-one else can tell?
Can't you see my fear and my ticket to hell?

You can't say I'm not trying, but you'll see
That I'm just left here crying constantly
It just feels so rotten, the pain is here to stay
I'm just plain forgotten

Apathy

You know, I would write a poem about apathy but I just can't be bothered.

Nice apathy poem :lol:

"You could have it all"

As we go day to day
With nothing but our lies
We know what we could miss
If we sacrificed what we thought

You could have it all if only you changed for us
Be someone else and join what you want to believe
But believing won't make it right

When the months will fly
And the tears that come from skin
Just another lie to weave
To bring into the empty air

Flaying the cold and condemned
Showing them what they could have been
If they would change themselves to be
They could join the human gods

Why don't you change for us
They say they won't let us down
But they don't know that they have

When the naive will grow old
And the young will die
Apathetic and relentless
We did this all just so we could have a glimpse

When we had everything
It wasn't what we wanted
You gave a little and I wanted none

I'm a poet and I didn't know that I was a poet.
Hang on, that's not right...

This is one of my non-angst ones... its crap, but i wrote it during maths while staring vacantly out of the window...

Sprinklers

Drawn out of rivers
Pumped through pipes,
The oncoming rush
Spurting out into the dam.

The large dam
So full of water
Drawing it out,
Through pipes

Taken into the treatment plant
Filled with chemicals
Rushing back through the pipes
Under the city

Lying in waiting
The dank darkness
In the pipes beneath the ground

And with a pop
The sprinkler head shoots out of the ground
And sends the water
Out of the pipes

And shoots it into the air
Sparkling in the sunlight
Happy to be free.

*hums*

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I'm a bit shy about posting my work, but hey.

Mi Querencia

Beauty personified is usually written
As an azure sky, with a topaz sun
Smiling to viridian grasses below.
Or some sparkling diamond stars, dangling
From some unseen queen’s necklace.
Not so in this place of mine,
Where sad gray rain tumbles to the
Cold, unyielding concrete and ebony asphalt below.
It is sad, lonely and forgotten here.
Tall buildings frown down upon my
Tiny, insignificant self, sheltered by
A dark umbrella that is spattered with
The remains of water droplets, lost from the heavens.
With a soft wssssh, a car drives by,
Sending up white crests of water from
Channels running along the sidewalks.
Beauty here is not so obvious,
But it is just so in this place of mine.
Quickly, I stride along, head held low,
Feeling this mist on my face.
Cool, silvery, lifeless mist
Teasing me with slender fingers.
Here I am, alone, ignored and forgotten.
It isn’t such a terrible thing, this obscurity of mine.
Like the passing of time, or the fading away
Of one thing to the next,
It is just so in this place of mine.


If anyone likes it, I can post more.

Bump! Can't let art go to waste.

To reach out and touch
Another, in fleshlessness -
The Web: warm, frigid

An experience almost fear-free
Risk-free and pain-free: joyless, arid

A community
Of floating consciousnesses:
Desperate yearning

We crave the unmediated self,
We find hints and deceptions: new walls

One tiny hand
Hanging on to life
Grips a finger
with surprising strength
Or tries
even when strength is yet to be

the tiny hand learns
how to hold

and what can this hand
this tiny hand hold?

It can hold
even the largest of hearts
and an infinity
of love

Here is one that I hold dear to my heart.

Desired Delivery

Labor was hard.
She worked, I stressed
watching moving lines
dance up and down on the screen.
His heart seemed to stop for a minute
a while ago.
The nerves, the iodine, my wife
straining with every push to bring him out,
kept me faint and on a chair in the corner.
He finally emerged,
bloody, dripping like most babies.
He cried, sporadically.
Not good.
Nurses busied cleaning and clearing fluid.
I managed to stand,
to watch him struggle to breathe,
to fear for this little life
I had waited so long for and,
somewhere deep,
needed to fill one more piece
in my puzzle of life.
His poor limbs,
the victims of a pinched cord,
lay silent as though he were dead.
And I feared he would be
were it not for his cries and tiny chest
that heaved like a metronome on caffeine.
He was beautiful, small, fragile
and all I could do was pray
that God would have mercy on me
and let me keep my little boy.

Meditation on a leaf


How I envy you.
Reaching ever skyward,
Grasping for one more moment of life.
You were dying to live, little leaf.
How you struggled in vain against
The torrent of wind long through the day.
Your lovely viridian remains are all
That stay in this world, as we watch.
How sad no one remembers how much
You fought to unfurl from a bud that lovely
Spring.
How ironic the poets that sought to capture
Your essence forgot all that you were.
Coming into this world after the death of
Another leaf, which left this world a fall,
So long ago. So far away, as all is forgotten
After the long winter sleep.
Little leaf, a tiny universe in itself,
Sadly insignificant, but you bear the
Beginnings of life itself as your body
Falls earthward, to become something new.
Once again, you are one with the earth,
Soon to be taken by the tree
To create another leaf.


Heh, I won 25 bucks for this one. ^^; Only second place. It was a local contest, though.

Sophiaworld, no need to be shy about your poetry. I like it. Everyone should also read "Desired Delivery"

Beautys Veil 11-3-93

Listen to the whispers
As the darkest night
Tells its tale
And look at all the wonders
Hidden just beyond our sight
By beautys veil.

Sophiaworld, no need to be shy about your poetry. I like it. Everyone should also read "Desired Delivery"

Beautys Veil 11-3-93

Listen to the whispers
As the darkest night
Tells its tale
And look at all the wonders
Hidden just beyond our sight
By beautys veil.

Well, thank you. That's very kind. And yeah, that is a good poem. Whee! Now for something a little less sane. Done for class, I give you...

I am.

I am discombobulated, and oh so verbose.
I wonder why Mr. Fork and Ms. Light Socket don’t get along.
I hear the leprechaun. He tells me to take off my shoe and sing Elvis in Latin.
I see naked mole rats doing the rumba to the sound of an elephant stepping on a squirrel.
I want a kiwi! (The bird, not the people or the fruit.)
I am discombobulated, and oh so verbose.

I pretend to fit in, because hey, we’re all sheep, man.
I feel like a cnidarian. If only I had tentacles.
I touch hot lava. Don’t step on the white squares!
I worry that I am going to die a horrible death when someone stabs me in the eye with an Ebola coated spork.
I cry when I realize that it is useless to resist the mass media.
I am discombobulated, and oh so verbose.

I understand that some day, I too will be a worker drone of America.
I say keep your mind open, but don’t let your brain fall out. I don’t think I have enough duct tape to put it back in.
I dream that people keep stabbing me to death. With gerbils.
I try not to repeatedly fall down the stairs.
I hope I get to go to space someday. Oh, I’m already there? Okay, then.
I am discombobulated, and oh so verbose.

SWorld - "I Am" - love it. And you don't have to be a drone: resistance is fertile! 8)

I would like feedback
From the assembled poets
On my "Surfing" verse...

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bump

What a sad poem... On that tangent...

All is in Vain

When I gaze at the rich sapphire night sky,
That darkens into a cool velvet veil, cloaking all.
It is as I watch the stars dying away,
Fading into the dark pools of the heavens,
That I realize my vision is leaving me.
Each night, they grow dimmer
As if smiling sadly, shaking away tears, then, ah!
Turning, running, and never to be seen… evermore
Nebulae that birth new stars flicker away from my
Fleeting sight, all is beyond my grasp.
All of my efforts to catch one last glimpse of
This universe I shall never touch, all is in vain,
And so very futile, in this profoundly sorrowful,
Misty place we exist in.
As my mind wanders with a freedom my eyes can never give,
Everything comes to a painful clarity before me.
All is in vain; all is useless, dying and worn away.
We are here but for a moment, and then we blink away
As we give way to the new dawn, never rising again.
And so it ends, be we ecstatic, sad, or calmly accepting.
Our withering star wanes quietly away. All is in vain.

Lost in love

in the darkness of my mind i am lost confused and blind your love provides my only light guiding me through most perlistic blights you help me along the path i walk your love for thine is without cause i will follow your light untill my deminse for thou love hold no binds

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:cry: That is so beautiful. :cry:thank you i wrote that for the only person i care about in my life the only one i will ever love but she left my life and i have to live alone...... :cry:

here is the poem i wrote when i asked her hand in marrige

under the roses and the stars my love for thou will do no harm ill wait for thee untill the day i have you in my arms for entereinty my heart is always thine and i will always be by your side weather you take my hand or not i shall not leave thine heart

and here is one i wrote when i looked into her eyes

my wanderin eye holds no avial wanderin from here to there with always a tale a peircing stare will fill your soul to tell naught but what you behold what feelings you lie within my wanderin eyes will come in to find out what secerts you hold so fear me not and let the truth be told

ok heres a few i've posted one or two of them before but theres a couple that i haven't

As One

Pleasure, pain
Pain, pleasure
One and all
The same
The same cause
The same result
But different
A different life
A different view
A different drive
As the stars fall
Down on us
We breathe together
We die together
Our spirits intertwine
Together…

And arise
Renewed once more
Within the earth
Within the trees
Within the birds
Within the insects
Life lives on
As do we
The…


Falling Novas

Illusion
Clouding
My mind
Causing
Fear
As I start to fall
My walls are closing in
Make no sound at all
Fallen
On the ground
And so free

Insanity in a Bottle

Collapsing within
A void of
Darkness
Nothingness
Relentlessly
As a shovel
Turns over lime
My body decays
Over time
To my own dismay
Within the void
Trying hard to
Let go of reality
Ever frantic in
Its arms of light
Tainted by the dark
Unfolding a tale
Of corruption before
My eyes riveted
Horrifyingly as I
Try to turn away
Into the void
Of insanity
And boredom

Shattered Mirrors

Liberate the hatred
From my heart
As I stand before you
Still awaiting salvation
From my noose of hate
That burns in my eye
Dilapidating my heart
Resistance of the world
Consuming my everything
How long for your
Modern messiah to take
Away this ever growing burden
Burning out my soul
Until nothing remains
Except for a fist of lead
And my noose of hate

seems to me your filled with hate and love the sight of pain being aflicted

that and i'm kinda random

The Hangover

Pounding in my mind
Above the constant drone
A steady aching soars
Unburdened by my resolve
It carries on unchanging
Yet evolving constantly
Along a timeline
Unseen by all
Distorted by the world
Jaded by the light
Rising against all my resolve
Until I can bear
No more


Awaking

I stand on my feet
Once more, no longer
Living on my knees
As I start to take
Back what’s mine

I heal on my own
Once more, no longer
Do wounds bleed me
As I begin to rise
As people awake again

No longer are we
Blinded by your hands
No longer are we
Catatonic from your lies
No longer shall we
Be chained to conformity

The end is near
For your order
And you

Dark Night

In a forsaken land
In a forsaken time
In a fashionable manner
Unknown things writhe
Within their surrounds
Of straight suits
And exercise wheels
Where all is quite
Precision timed
With double standards

Something different
Old and unknown
Becomes alive
This unknown quality
It takes me away
Over the line
Away from the
Things that writhe
Away from the
Exercise wheels
Away from
The bland hatred
Of this forsaken land
That purges my mind

As I stand here
I feel it all slip away
Loosing me
Becoming incomplete
Once again
No more will each night
Be a dark night
Of my soul

Reflection

Yesterday seems so
Far away as it
Continues to fade fast,
Faster and further until
It seems it can’t get away

Even as I take one step
Closer towards the future
And my eventual fate
Surrendered to time as if a clock

It all seems so trivial now
As I lounge here on the bed
A synthetic entity
So cold and numb from the world
On the verge of combustion

Trapped within imagination
Stuck forever with memories
No more perfect endings
For these dark days

i know how you feel though

to have thy heart ripped asunders to be stepped upon and totured to be alone the walls closin in around you no one to talk to no one to hate havin anger boil inside of you with no release to be hated to be accused to never find peace to roam the void within your own heart to hate everything you are and what you have becomed to know what pain is like to know nothin but pain and lonlyness to have no where to go but to the inside of your own mind to see the pits of hell within your own body to become a bomb ready to go off at any moment to know nothin to have no more love no more life becomein nothin

thats good but at the same time way off and spot on... that is because i'm past the stage of feeling emotionally that is its a void of nothingness and i'm not sure what really happend or how it went wrong.

This is a song called Dystopia, its not as good as breathe which is a couple of pages back on this thread i think page 46 or 48

Dazed and confused laying amongst
The shadows and dust of life
A wounded soul, is lost
To our Dystopia

Crying out of Anger
Crying out of Dispair
Crying out in vain again
What a Utopia

Forced into submission
Traded in slavery
Molestered by those close by
Lost and wounded, traveling the world
Dazed and bruised, about to give in

Screwed over by our beliefs
Screwed over by you
Screwed over by everyone
Screwed over by this "Utopia"
And its mindless games
We are crushed by our actions
What a dystopia...

Crying out of Anger
Crying out of Dispair
Crying out in vain again
What a Utopia

Cold and Dead
Battered and Bruised
We are all left...

Crying out of Anger
Crying out of Dispair
Crying out in vain again

Crying out of Anger
Crying out of Dispair
Crying out in vain again

In our Dystopia
In our Utopia
In our Dystopia
Dystopia
Dystopia...

In the Vale of the Hinnom
Adders breath a mist of venoms
In the pits of Tartarus
Writhe the damned of the demons

You feel it in your intestine
A hard and heavy lump
It's tomorrow's sun rising
Over Jerusalem's city dump.

"Watch and wait"

When we plant these new seeds
To see what they'll become
When they prosper to be
Something that we never could have hoped for
Creating the misery
Which we sat and fed
When we were given wise words
"Watch and wait", they had said

So I sat there for months
Feeling it grow
It was starting to absorb me
This feeling won't let go
When I break and destroy
I'll just sit and debate
To watch all the world
If this was worth all the hate

She is screaming louder now
The voices won't fade
This all seems so fake now
Tacking on day to day
With this wasted pleasures
Guiltily received from pain
Payback and vengeance
They must be my banes

I was told it was good
Heard it was safe
When I played with the people
And examined foreign place
This world which I make
Can I try to escape
Or am I stuck here
Because I wanted to watch and wait

Not exactly poetry, but this is what I wrote on my Grandad's rememberance card..........



If you have to go, I’ll say goodbye,
I wont be afraid,
But by the grace of god, someday I’ll follow you,
And see you on the other side.

My Grandad
My Hero.