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Watching the Jellyfish: A Prepositional Poem

Within an aquatic cage,
Inside an aquamarine world,
Beyond the reach of grubby fingers
On Plexiglas that divides the worlds.
Among writhing anemones and darting fish,
From a universe unfathomable,
Like an ancestral beast, long lost to memory,
Across time he drifts, translucent,
Because of his luminous, spirit like body.
Over a fish, his tentacles brush,
Along the ends of these, death dwells.
Towards us, prey in tentacle,
He swims, looking out sadly at a domain
That once was his.

Sitting in this office
In this squeaky chair
I plot to go home early
but I wonder if I dare.

Five o'clock will never come.
The second hand goes 'round.
The whine of my computer
is the only background sound.

How blank and white the walls are.
No poster, plaque nor nook.
No interesting bookshelf
with an interesting book.

Alone in corporate drearyness
Awash in tedium.
Sitting in an office chair
Is this all my life's sum?

I rebell against the paper piles
the FYI's, ASAP
I grab my coat and run outside.
'til tomorrow,
I am free


I feel like this a lot on Wednesday afternoons. :)

An Essence of Poetry

I hope that I might release my troubles,
My joys, my pains,
And see those flow through the my fingers,
To the paper as they form a poem,
And hope that I communicate them therethrough,
So I may understand this,
Understand the suffering I live,
And it's short and subtle releases.

The waves come swiftly, dark and cold
My eyes skip across them like a stone.
My little boat, not ten feet long, a plaything of the wind.

Dark rain clouds spin from o’er the sea
The wind comes howling after.
Rain falls upon my upturned face, the sun just a memory.

Like a banshee, that screaming wind
It drives me madly onward.
Water sloshes ‘pon the gunwales, a dark and burnished gray.

As quickly as it came, behold!
The wind dies, water calm.
The waves, Poseidon’s Fury spent, retire to the deep.

I hate it, but everyone says I should post it... :lol:
MicNar

"Madness"

Shallow reflections cross the mirror
Child's life that fades
Dancing mists will fill this air
Dig my hollow grave

Spectres fly and memories untold
Things I've never knew
Somehow planted in my head
Back when pain was few

Should these voices echo again
Inside a wasted skull
Taunting mind and memories broke
Now I take my fall

Taken what I thought we shared
When I was so naive
Feeling happy and fulfilled
On some dreary summer eve

Then they took me away from you
Dragged me just so far
Locked me inside this cage
Lost staring through these bars

The life I knew and things I felt
Illusion and disgrace
Never really parts of me
In all of my old fates

The options were so numbered
The choices all too few
When I was driven insane
Just to vainly protect you

The shame and pain, the lost remorse
Some things we hope to pass
Never really did come here
Lost, confused, and brash

But when I lost what I held dear
Something so great a part
The madness welling up in me
Was all too much at heart.

This is kind of fun.

Absolute
Ah, absolute labyrinth, absolute birth,
Absolute death in this void of the present.
An ashen stage where Thanatos laughs quietly,
Booming above we who dance.
Ah, we who dance, we who are saviors,
But are sick, dying and plague-ridden all at once.
I watch, but even my chains are pulled
As I am drawn from this silence.
Ah, silence, she who is my sister, she
Who is my soul, my love and hate.
Drawing breath, we shine then fade.
Ah, firefly, Ah, short lived one,
To be called away from the strength
That is life.
I stand alone, reverent in this silence,
Content to see the energy in others,
Others who swirl and flutter.
Ah, this protective pain of mine, never
Dancing, never joining…
Holds me alone.
Demon, archangel, archon, seraphim,
All at once a curse, blessing, spite and respite.
Ah, call forth the name that breaks it!
Silence who destroys itself.

Well I'm sure you can tell who this is for. It's written in the style of Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", and as always you read the punctuation, not the lines. Alright, still with me? Here we go



In a village small
There lived a tall
Boy. Sixteen years
Of age he was, and his fears
Were few. He was learned in chemistry,
Biology, and photography, geometry,
Mathematics as well as Spanish,
And of course mastered in English.
He was keen in music and of tone,
He knew his history, back before Rome.
He was a pleasant writer in both prose and rhyme.
He had the best of manners, and never owed a dime.
He had but one fear, that of females;
Not of death, or heights, or bloody entrails.
Just of those of the opposite gender,
Who with one look could render
Him immobile, simply stupefied.
One teenage girl, right here is implied.
His admiration for her exceeded many,
And his undying love was greater than any.
But his feelings for her he always kept hidden
For fear that she would never give him
A chance. A single chance at love
Was all that he wanted; to tell of
His heart to that angel fair.
Whose gentle voice and light brown hair
Riddled his mind both day and night
Never lacking in brilliance. Would it be right
To declare his love?
To confront the angel Julia?
He decided it was time
To speak of his mind
To Julia, the princess,
Who to him always yielded perfection, finesse.
He would do it mid-morn
On the next day, and though he was torn
Between fear and pure joy,
He was still a romantic lover-boy.
When the day finally came
For him to challenge the pain
That might come of this act,
He looked at it once and never turned back.
Or maybe he did; the feelings inside
Him were almost too much to bare, to hide
Them was a heart-pounding task.
When the time came would he be able to ask
Her that which the world did not know?
"Surely," he thought, "I will do this," though
It looked bleak. He was thinking this on
His way to school as he passed by the lawn
Of his heart's true love,
The lawn of the house of Julia.
On down he walked and picked up a rose
To give the fairest of fair, and to those
Who asked of its receiver he simply
Said, "I shall give this to she
Who exceeds the most perfect perfection!
(At least what I can tell by my own perception).
Her eyes so deep, deeper than words,
Her wonderful voice like a sweet songbird's,
Her smooth shining hair whose every last curl
Makes me quite glad that I am a boy and she is a girl."
Again of her voice, in love with it he was.
He could listen to it forever, because
Whenever he heard it he would
Swear on anything he knew that he could
Hear the angels of heaven sing.
The very sight of her would bring
To him a feeling of, well, no
Feeling at all! His knees would weaken so
That he could not walk upon
Them. As he thought of this he trudged up the lawn
To the third class of the day.
Throughout the hour his thoughts did stay
Upon the heavenly angel in the row across
From his own, and as the hour came to close, he as lost
For words to say to
Julia, The Beautiful, The True.
He watched as she picked
Up her things, and kicked
Himself for nearly forgetting the
Rose. He placed it on the table as Julia
Walked over. When she saw it lying
On her desk she was both confused and excited, the boy dying
Where he sat spoke up, asking
Her that question which seemed to slow times passing
To a mere crawl. The world faded away
As night does to day
At the break of dawn, and as
It dictates when the night will pass,
So did her reply mean to he,
Deciding his future, and what events could be,
And which would not,
But at the sound of her answer he fought
To contain his joy, his never ending love
For the maiden so-called, sweet Julia.

"Revolution"

Changing
Watch the days go by and by
Just another time for us to lie
And a new face from which we'll hide
Another revolution where no people die

Playing the game we were supposed to
Gaurding the lives we never knew
Fighting for something all too few
We will bring about the revolution

Recreation
We will soon arrive at our final destination
Showing the world its new complexion
Nothing can change our complications
The new will shine from this revolution

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

wowsers! I like the juxtaposition of "warm" and "frigid" in connection with describing the web. This poem really says a lot within the strictures of the form you are using. That last line really ties it together.

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

This made me smile in its simple truth. nice one

good to see you again heetu :) theres been alot of great stuff on here i must say. ill probably bring in some more this weekend. i go in spurts with my writing, and i dont feel like sharing more of my old stuff, since alot of its repetitive of other stuff i wrote. working on some new ones so again, hopefully ill be ready to share this weekend(be forwarned) :)

andifemale5388 signed off at 11:50:25 PM.
andifemale5388 signed on at 11:51:04 PM.
randomtubaEd: blah blah blah blah?
andifemale5388: damn comp...
andifemale5388: it shall die...
andifemale5388: lol
randomtubaEd: lol
randomtubaEd: die die,
with burning embers
It shall die,
And I shall laugh,
randomtubaEd: As the burning embers,
burn thru my soul.

What's there to say? I got inspired while listening to Megaherz's "Herz aus Stein".

"Ignorance"

All the pain in these miserable walls
Something I've never had before
All the stares are all I still have
Never quite all that free
And so they all speak
Talking little dissenters
And no matter how I try to know them all
Every word they say
Everything they feel

I wanted to be happy
I wished for some hope
And yet it never came
And now what I feel
Just an emptiness inside
And still I want...

I sanctify a lie
A love doomed to die
Another wasted time
For all these tears inside

I sanctify a lie
A fear bound to try
A pain never cried
And I am doomed to die

All the pain in these miserable walls
Something I've never had before
The voices still repeat
And my loves will always try
The lives that will fade
And the waters will show
What I am inside
And still I feel the pain
And still I do not know

I wanted to be happy
I wished for some hope
And yet it never came
And now what I feel
Just an emptiness inside
And I still want
All I want is to die

I santify a lie
A love doomed to die
Another wasted time
For all these tears inside

I sanctify a lie
A fear bound to try
A pain never cried
And I am doomed to die

I'm lost in your oblivion
lost but right at home
drifting into the nothing
the nothing in my mind
comforted by the darkness
comforted and at peace
Reality slips away
loosening its grip
releasing me into the night
releasing me to sleep

goodnight everybody

I'm lost in your oblivion
lost but right at home
drifting into the nothing
the nothing in my mind
comforted by the darkness
comforted and at peace
Reality slips away
loosening its grip
releasing me into the night
releasing me to sleep

goodnight everybody

:shock: that kicks @$$

it's like sittin there
watchin your life go by
theres nothing you can do
you don't know why
shit happens to you
thinking what did i do
to deserve this pain
why are all attempts at love
made in vain

it's like sittin there
watchin your life spin out
of control, you don't know
what it's all about
you just wanna shout
why the hell is my life
so fucked up
the words cut you like a kinfe
why won't the world just
shuttup
and let you try to live
you need to forget and forgive
but you can'r figure
it out anymore
so give up on love
shut and lock the door

t's like sittin there
watchin your life go by
there's nothin you can do
but sit there and cry
you feel so helpless loveless
worthless
why can't you have a say on how your life is

it's like sittin there
watchin your life from the sideline
no one understands
this is your only lifeline
your life is outta your hands
slips through your fingers like sand
you want to talk but the words
just never come out right
want to fly away from life
like an uncaged bird

good to see you again heetu :) theres been alot of great stuff on here i must say. ill probably bring in some more this weekend. i go in spurts with my writing, and i dont feel like sharing more of my old stuff, since alot of its repetitive of other stuff i wrote. working on some new ones so again, hopefully ill be ready to share this weekend(be forwarned) :)

Good to be back. I was so busy listening to poetry in Chicago that I didn't write anything. There are a few ideas in the back of my head, but I'll need to coax them out. The poetry was so good that it is a bit daunting to write mine again. Looking forward to reading your stuff.

1.

He smokes his opium in his hell-
Platinum Hell!
What a universe of 'jocundity' its aria foretells!
How it trickles, trickles, trickles,
In the hot blistering sun!
While the clouds over-lap
All the firmaments, seem to lack
any sort of love;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Tunic rhyme,
To the idiosyncratic that so shuns
From the hell, hell, hell, hell,
hell, hell, hell-
From the burning and scorching of his hell.

2.

Hear the hollowness of his hell-
Copper Hell!
What a galaxy of beatitude his beatitude foretells!
Through the musty air of night
How he gives such a fright!-
From the rusty-copper boast
And all in ruin,
What a urinating bote
To the wolf who listens as he becomes gross
On the empty vessel suin'!
Oh! from within the cells
What a gush of melodic myriad wells!
How it dwells!
How it swells
On the past!--how it tells
Of the ecstasy it shells
To the beating and the bruising
Of hell, hell, hell, hell!-
Hell, hell, hell--
To the destruction and abduction of his hell!

3.

Listen to his screaming of hell-
Burning hell!
What a terrorizing terror, now, his disturbance tells!
In the jolted ear of the stars
how they journey out so far!
Too much aghast for him to speak,
he can only leak, leak,
Out of terror,
In a tripping unappealing way in the eyes of the fire--
In a raving protestation; bleed ears and horrid fire,
Falling lower, lower, lower,
With a despondent desire
And an unyielding endeavor
Now--now to eat, or shiver,
By the side of the pale-faced sun.
Oh his hell, hell, hell!
What a tale his terror tells
Of him burning away all his hair!
How he bangs and bruises and roars!
What a horror he inpours
On the bosom of Satan's heir!
Yet his eyes, they fully know,
By the sight
And the fright,
How his flesh burns and slows:--
Yes, his fear unambigously tells,
In the strangling
And the gasping,
How his brain sinks and then swells,
By the deteriorating or the aggrandizing in the torment of his hell-
Of his hell--
Of his hell, hell, hell, hell,
Hell, hell, hell--
In the strangling and the gasping of his hell.

4.

Listen to the chiming of his hell--
Lead hell!
What a millennium of solitary thoughts his heart compels!
In the noise of the night
How he will shiver in fright
In his melancholy horror he will endure!
For every breath that notes
From the oil in his throat
There is no cure.
And the minions--ah, the minions
They will beat in their opinions
and he will feel so alone,
And he; knelling, knelling, knelling,
Inside the 'Bell-ing'
He'll feel a rumbling
On his human soul of granite-
He is neither ghoul or human-
He is neither beast or woman,
He is acid;--
And Satan he will toll:--
And he will fold, fold, fold,
Fold
A paen from his hell!
And he will dance and he will yell;
Keeping in rhyme, rhyme, rhyme,
In a sort of tunic time, time, time,
To the horror's of his hell--
Of his hell, hell, hell,-
To the wimpering of his hell:--
Keeping in rhyme, rhyme, rhyme,
In his hell, hell, hell,
In a blissful Tunic time,
To the gyrating of his hell--
Of his hell, hell, hell,: -
To the bonging of his hell--
Of his hell, hell, hell,
Hell, hell, hell--
To the burning and the breathing of the opium in his hell.





David Garrett Arnold
©January 15 2003

good to see you again heetu :) theres been alot of great stuff on here i must say. ill probably bring in some more this weekend. i go in spurts with my writing, and i dont feel like sharing more of my old stuff, since alot of its repetitive of other stuff i wrote. working on some new ones so again, hopefully ill be ready to share this weekend(be forwarned) :)

Good to be back. I was so busy listening to poetry in Chicago that I didn't write anything. There are a few ideas in the back of my head, but I'll need to coax them out. The poetry was so good that it is a bit daunting to write mine again. Looking forward to reading your stuff.

was it at navy pier?

hahahaha!!!!!!!lol andi ur weird no offense lol i got the right to say it tho cuz ur my sis so... lol :D i love theese smileys!!!!!! lol there so funny! ummmm i wrote a poem for school but i lost it..... it was about like wolves or somethin!!!! lol can't forget lit poems!!!! hehehe

was it at navy pier?

Yes it was! Navy Pier was the last night! There were three days of pre-lims and semi-finals before that. Also a lot of side showcases and workshops.

Are you from chicago? Do you slam?

was it at navy pier?

Yes it was! Navy Pier was the last night! There were three days of pre-lims and semi-finals before that. Also a lot of side showcases and workshops.

Are you from chicago? Do you slam?

"Wreck"

-Dazzled confusion-
I’m sorry, my mind
It wont listen to me
Next stop
Next stop
Makes sense to me
There’s no turning black and blue
There’s no turning back
Or blue
Makes sense to me

This train wreck of
Words, the ones coming from
My mouth
Really, my hand
Not quite coherent
Next depot and no warning
I get off without a sound

The train is jolting
Fluitidy is contained to my Sprite
Silently transposing
States of mind
Trains of thought
Not another wreck

Critisize please

A spark of hate ignites my soul
(too many broken hearts)
I never wished to break the mold
(too many eyes upon me)
I just wish i could go back
(too many bridges burned)
To the way it used to be

I've slowly built this road to Hell
(too many good intentions)
And in my heart dark things now dwell
(too many shattered dreams)
I stare defiantly at my enemy
(too many times betrayed)
And I see my own reflection

I don't know how this poem will end
(too many scattered thoughts)
Or how long that I can fend
(too many mispent days)
I now find myself wondering
(too many idle seconds)
If I'll live before I die

Critisize please

A spark of hate ignites my soul
(too many broken hearts)
I never wished to break the mold
(too many eyes upon me)
I just wish i could go back
(too many bridges burned)
To the way it used to be

I've slowly built this road to Hell
(too many good intentions)
And in my heart dark things now dwell
(too many shattered dreams)
I stand defiantly at my enemy
(too many times betrayed)
And I see my own reflection

I don't know how this poem will end
(too many scattered thoughts)
Or how long that I can fend
(too many mispent days)
I now find myself wondering
(too many idle seconds)
If I'll live before I die

2nd stanza, it'd make more sense if it was "i stare defiantly at my enemy"

other than that it's good

sorry if i post here im not a poet just wanted to say hi to andifemale

Birthday/Population Haiku

Now one billion -
It seems we need to increase
Rubber production...

lol :D :lol:

Life blood red
runs loose in the streets
Anger, misery
condenses to action
Do you know what your doing here?
Have you felt the sensation?

Time and again
same f*cking answers
Blinded by fear
It just leaves me ball less
I know what I'm doing here
I've felt the sensation

*Will think of chorus and 3rd verse later*

Nevermore (Never)
August 31, 1992
Never love to last for too few years
Never lost these haunting fears
Never felt through bitter tears
Never

Never touched my hidden soul
Never seen with eyes so olde
Never warmth within the cold
Never

Once I dreamed the grandest dream
Once but now I silent scream
Once I loved too short It seems
Once

Once I grasped eternity
Once before I did believe
Once but now this misery
Once

Now I look to things less seen
Now I try to feel my dreams
Now I laugh a bitter keen
Now

My innocence gone forevermore
My heart to shine nevermore

Never

In music we live -
We are present to ourselves:
Found in the moment





(went to a GREAT gig last night...)

Nihilism is
seeing no point to a life
that was never lived.

[Big Jim - check your telegrams] :!: :!:

Wanted to say Hi
To Freddy and Big Jim P
Hope you are both well

Hey, Ny, we're fine, thanks
Are you UN? Want some fun?
If so send a tel.

Greetings Hy and Nu
another night spent staring
at pixels on screen

Jim - how about it?
Want to come on over to
Thwart an invasion?

:D

Yes I am UN
What are you two guys up to?
Are you in trouble?

Not trouble as such
Thwarting crashers is the game -
We think they are lame

Empire of Power
Has allied with the Bing (yuk!)
We hope to stop them

Not trouble as such
Thwarting crashers is the game -
We think they are lame

Empire of Power
Has allied with the Bing (yuk!)
We hope to stop them

I have helped save one
Athiest empire, I'm there
Just try to find me.

Where? In the N.S.?
Or in the I. I. forum?
I don't do war well

I don't even have arms
Nyborg is a peaceful land
I still want to help

We are peaceful too
We don't do war, but defend
With our endorsements

See where we and Jim
Are in NS world - and come:
We will tel you now

My last three pennies


I walk the streets broke and broken
There's a jingle in my pocket
but no spring in my step
I come across a fountain
Pomona, armless and content
I take the change from my pocket
My last three pennies

I wish that I had been mature enough
to know that you were better off without me

I drop a penny at Pomona's feet

I wish that my heart was as pure and giving as your's

I drop the second penny at Pomona's feet

I wish for a do-over or a reset button

I drop the third penny at Pomona's feet
and this time I notice her face
She seems to be holding back a laugh

Even the Gods know I'm doomed

I continue walking broke and broken.

well, my bf just broke up w/ me. haha... here's a poem i had written for him a while ago that i just found today ironically

everything stressful's tuggin at me
nothing is ever quite what it seems
and when i don't even know how i feel
i'm happy to know that you are real
this is real
love is real
the weight of the worl was crushing me
but then you came to set me free
and you are everything i'll ever need
you're the best part of my reality

Sorry news indeed:
Know that loves come and go,
but that Love endures

well, my bf just broke up w/ me. haha... here's a poem i had written for him a while ago that i just found today ironically

everything stressful's tuggin at me
nothing is ever quite what it seems
and when i don't even know how i feel
i'm happy to know that you are real
this is real
love is real
the weight of the worl was crushing me
but then you came to set me free
and you are everything i'll ever need
you're the best part of my reality

A simple Kindness
just to reach out
And touch a single
tear

And hope that pain
never once more
Shows in these eyes.

My last three pennies


I walk the streets broke and broken
There's a jingle in my pocket
but no spring in my step
I come across a fountain
Pomona, armless and content
I take the change from my pocket
My last three pennies

I wish that I had been mature enough
to know that you were better off without me

I drop a penny at Pomona's feet

I wish that my heart was as pure and giving as your's

I drop the second penny at Pomona's feet

I wish for a do-over or a reset button

I drop the third penny at Pomona's feet
and this time I notice her face
She seems to be holding back a laugh

Even the Gods know I'm doomed

I continue walking broke and broken.

good one nyborg.

Another (song/poem)

another box on the shelf
full of things that remind myself
of times gone by
all the times i'd cry
over
love lost so fast

another memory in the book
maybe someday i'll take a look
at what reminds me
things that bind me
to loves past

life is full of memories
and all i can think of is you
lonely nights are full of dreams
and all i can dream of is you
life is full of mistakes
too many to count
baby, was our love one
i really don't wanna
find out

life is full of mistakes
too many i've made
fell in love too fast
expected it to last
too many sleepless nights
left to go
too many tears
left to flow

another box on the shelf
another memory in the book
all i can think of is you
and all i can dream of is you
life is full of mistakes
too many were made
but in time you will see
that mistakes happen
but we were meant to be


(sorry that one's so long.... it's actually not about andy, i wrote it for another ex, but it applies... i guess it's about ex's in general)

Untitled

Your joy-
like a new babe
with a tit-
palpable,
written on your face
with bold
inkstrokes-
a still life in color

Something has gone but something still stays
The writing on the stone still fades away
Tears of angels burning old scars
Seething deep into wounds, now just memories
And now I see into the storm
The maelstrom still spins like my head
Someone take these dreams away
And now nothing grows in a valley of hope

I've come just so far
Just to feel this defeat
Bastard's shame reserved just for me
The tears of divinity
Still unreserved for me
Bastard's shame come to blame me
Crying out rivers
In a falling rain
Blame for me and cries of vengeance
Whipping the blindman
A writhing maggot
Blame for me and shocking truths

The curse of lies and ache of loss
A heavensent being never quite meant
The gashes in my heart not quite mended
A smile still fading and never intended
A whirlpool of pain and genocide
The lust unborn into this life
That condemning knowledge I was birthed for
So show me why I get what I do

Secrets unspoken
But still they are known
A mother's love never was given
A world that is dying
Cherishing its last hours
A mother's love never been harbored
Cowardly deaths
No hurt or regret
A blind child's cry for recognition
The feeling has faded
And now people are jaded
A blind child's hope for death

Something unasked for
But still it is given
Truth and beauty are always fading
And when it is stolen
It is forgotten
Truth and beauty never quite wanted
Desires unspoken
But still acted upon
This hurt and regret left my best friend
Lust for vengeance
To show what rightfully is
This hurt and regret I have now loved

And on a lighter note!

The Evils of Alcohol

It came upon a Monday morn’
when I leftest thou with a scorn.
My person, emerging from the shower uncloth’d,
found that to thee I was yesterday bethroth’d.
I condemned strong drink of the liquor kind
and set about a lawyer to find.
But as I came close and saweth thy face
then hurleth I all over the place.
Thou wast so ugly, a horror to behold
that I flungest myself out into the cold.
I flewest with all my strength and might
through the window to the early light.
Then felleth I five glass panes past
and slammeth upon the fresh cut grass.
Due to bad fortune and rotten luck
I liveth to tell I hitteth a duck.
Now musteth I bear agony
while sending a check for alimony.

ok i just wrote this one its called Anything but an Angel in german (thank you google) this is partly inspired by Tylers Song by coal chamber

Alles aber ein Engel

Swallowed without remorse
Drowning in a sea of light
Unbound within its fury
A flash of wings
A glimpse of stone
Then nothing

Dark and enlightened
Beyond a cloud of veiled light
Residing in the unknown
Taking our breath away
Out of its magnitude
Comes a template
That consumes us without blinking
An Angel or a Beast
Punishment or love
Will we ever know?

Do we have to do something?
Do we have to give a damn?
Do we have to raise a god again?
War and Destruction
The Angels punishment

Desolating the fields of resilience
Raising a god and crushing another
Along with our faith
Which is tired, worn and thin
No longer etched in stone
But scratched in the dirt

Do we have to do something?
Do we have to give a damn?
Do we have to raise a god again?
War and Destruction
The Angels punishment

No one is doing anything
No one gives a damn
No one will raise a god again
No one will fight
For an Angels punishment
When faced with the four elements.

For Her

Robert Johnson, they say,
The greatest bluesman,
Who sold his soul at the crossroads
Who seduced many and married a few
Who inspired generations
Who died young, poisoned by a jealous husband
Who may be buried here, maybe there
Who busted heads with his guitar playing and voice from another world
Who only wanted to cut records, and finally did so the year he died
Who broke hearts both sides of the Mississippi,
They say when he played he would always fix his eyes on a beautiful woman in the crowd
Play for her, only for her
Sing for her, only for her
Be there only for her:
They say at the end of the evening he would always take her home.
I'll be him,
You be you.

I lost my little girl
to a line of white powder
And now ten years later
I still miss her smile.

(for shawna)

Even with a broken hand,
I still make a fist
And with broken legs
a stand can still be made
if my broken heart will love,
love forevermore

if a blind man can know beauty
the mute will speak to us
and the deaf will hear the sound
of nature's silent weeping

morning breaks to night
and night fades to silence
as the world hears my cry
a moment of perfection
a single perfect nothing

Do the poets sleep?
What dreams may come? We shall know
When they pour out here...

There once was a man named Bill,
who was quite over the hill, he signed
with FoxNews and caused viewers to
snooze and caused the others to pale!

There was a EuroSocialist from Manchester,
who fancied a girl named Esther,
they met at a pub, they had some grub,
and welfared their many children thereafter.

Such a great man was Franco,
his passionate echo,
resounded the towers of Madrid.
From these towers then came,
the new proclaimation did rang,
that all these leftists were mental!

Marx marched in a mock march
marking the most monthly makings
of milled grain. Marx moaned the
monied mills, making most of
maimings manifested mainly
in marvelous machines Marx
sought to abolish. Marx's major
machiavelian maxim made maestros
of meanial men, made machinations
most minding minor men, and marvelous
menders of meandering men, moreso
masterfully managed magnificence made mild
all makings before.

Mark Marx's maxim!, may Marx's many machinations
mightly mend men's many managerial errors!

Morever, Maybe.

Am I good at this, or...should I try my hand at rap?

the voices quite
the poets lose their voices

and still they will write.

eternally yours

You are the voice
in my head
that causes others
to call me insane

And you are the voice
that causes me to write poetry

You are the voice of memory
and you are the voice of dreams

you are the eyes
That refuses
to let me
not see

you are the eyes
That sees the darkness and light

You are the eyes
that see the future and the past

If ever there was a God
Then you would be.
And I am eternally yours.

<bump>

good stuff guys.

Here is a new one from me....


they say she loved lavender

Old woman sings
to the spray of neon color
dancing in the street.
The tide is going out.
Old woman gazes into
a shop’s opulent window
she was once the beauty
given in an old flames’ eyes
Galahad
Granted nothing works now.
Elaine
coated over til shape is lost
and bloated with lies
her legend is lost
this is the way things die
fading beauty and cornered stares
remembering in a street window
on a cold out-going tide.

they say he loved spring

You know, if my keyboard were workin properly, I'd put up my favorite one of mine.

i have been silent for awhile
so now ill just freestyle
say as i please but do no harm
lately the flow has been lukewarm
did i burn myself out with edits and revision
alls i know ared my words are in mass confusion
ill try to get it back and write for the thread
but first the pen will need to befriend

quiet while we watch
our daughter sleep
her dreams away

Into sleepy eyes
her thoughts drift.
off too sleep.

Friends In The Sky



I watched you as a child
Used to stare into the night sky
I would stay up all the while
No one asking for reason or why

Looking through my telescope
You gave this child reason for hope
In all the pain, distrust and mistakes
You were a constant above our Lake.

I wondered how it would feel to walk
On your land
Would I explore your mountains, your valley’s,
And kick up dust in the red sand.

I miss the sight of you in the clear Missouri sky
The Evening Mars and the Morning Venus
Things were much simpler then, no reason or why.
We were the best of friends, just the three of us.

That old red planet
Our neighbour, but not next door:
Inspires, smiles, beckons...

See - Weimar is now,
Look how the new holocaust
Hatches in DC

A forgotten angel
that cryes her tears
My little one

It is taken to heart
when a childe smiles
and loves you

And there is nothing left
Just all you can give
and then a little more

All for the smile

from your childe.

A child gone too soon:
Unimaginable pain.
No release, no peace.

A child gone too soon:
Unimaginable pain.
No release, no peace.

never gone, small hand
always remebered in love
One more tear for you.

For one small hand
and a thousand tears
My thousanth post
is posted here.

For you forever
my memories.
Live


JimP

On Fortune

Wan hands commit ecstasy and death,
Vacuous orbs gaze lifelessly adrift,
Her honeyed tongue consoles her silhouettes,
Or proffers fatal nectar from her lips;
Now standing still beneath the endless heavens,
No awestruck gasp escapes her steadfast lungs,
Nor supple breaths betray the pleading reverence,
That even shadows hold upon their tongues;
We whisper prayers to that celestial power,
To guard against the fickle fate of men,
Until we are cast down in that dark hour,
And She becomes our mistress once again;
But is her grace but vapid as her guile,
Or can it be that wryness charms her smile?

- CKT

My love she lies
within black 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

Words echo my pain
Filling my cavernous heart
the poet moves me

most men dream of a love that has been lost
but i am one who dreams of a love that's a cost
with a dollar a day i shall keep them a bay
and never suffer a loss.

The only poetry you'll ever need:

http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/poet.htm

I am wilting like the flowers you gave me
to celebrate our anniversary
Your contempt for my condition shows
in all your words and actions
Epic love turns to bitter anguish
that destroys our friendship
William Shakespear forgot this one
a story as unique as it is tragic
and now we set each other free
the last token of our affection

I am wilting like the flowers you gave me
to celebrate our anniversary
Your contempt for my condition shows
in all your words and actions
Epic love turns to bitter anguish
that destroys our friendship
William Shakespear forgot this one
a story as unique as it is tragic
and now we set each other free
the last token of our affection

ouch! :cry:

Alles aber ein Engel

Swallowed without remorse
Drowning in a sea of light
Unbound within its fury
A flash of wings
A glimpse of stone
Then nothing

Dark and enlightened
Beyond a cloud of veiled light
Residing in the unknown
Taking our breath away
Out of its magnitude
Comes a template
That consumes us without blinking
An Angel or a Beast
Punishment or love
Will we ever know?

Do we have to do something?
Do we have to give a damn?
Do we have to raise a god again?
War and Destruction
The Angels punishment

Desolating the fields of resilience
Raising a god and crushing another
Along with our faith
Which is tired, worn and thin
No longer etched in stone
But scratched in the dirt

Do we have to do something?
Do we have to give a damn?
Do we have to raise a god again?
War and Destruction
The Angels punishment

No one is doing anything
No one gives a damn
No one will raise a god again
No one will fight
For an Angels punishment
When faced with the four elements.



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Addiction

Do we all fight the forces that remain?
That swell in ranks, most futuristic
Lead by a shadow child, disguised
Feasting upon a neurotic dream
Attacking our senses
Rotting our minds
In a feast of needles
Leaving us numbed
Craving more
Taking control over us
Slowly addicting the body
Until it drives our every thought
The curse of the soul
And bane of the body
The addiction



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Thoughts of a writer

To put pen to the page
Causes only one thing
A release of what is
Locked up inside
No matter how forgotten
No matter how small
No matter how big
No matter how positive
Or negative
It may be,
Let loose in a flow of emotion
The writer draws a picture
Of beauty, deception and desire
Out of a yearning for
A release from the world



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Comfort

Not of the soul
Not of the flesh
Not of the mind
But of all
To find someone
To be close
And to be one
To relieve all that suffers
To heal those hidden wounds
Inflicted so long ago
Forgotten by the mind
And branded on the soul
And erased from the flesh

Causing a never ceasing restlessness
Creating a synthetic dystopia
Slowly consuming me again
As the total darkness start to set in
Once more, swallowing my reserve
Defeating the defences of life
Swamping my soul in a sea of despair
Killing me softly, again...

In The Pacific
Tyranny, anguish, terror:
It's clearly misnamed

Can you see her
look through me
into my soul
journey to where
demons lurk while
angels scream
for redemption
can you find her
there in the chaos
lead her from
the darkness
into the light
can you love her
and see her beauty
despite the hell
that surrounds her

A note.

To whom it may concern,
This is just to advise you that you have disturbed my slumber. You have awoken a fragile, hypothermic heart. Your incessant pounding on my weak facade, has resulted in some unexpected inner turmoil. As a result, I will most likely become aggressive, abusive, anxious, depressed, despondant and possibly catatonic.
I apoligize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause you. I would also like to extend my sincere hope that you should survive my un- do wrath. I would like to thank you for your patience and understanding. Your help in this matter is also appreciated.

Sincerely,
Me.

Death ignoring life
I cannot help the twisted strife
I face it, all alone
It consumes me, lets me see
The darkness surrounds my soul
It envelops the spark, and there you see
The forces of despair, they grow
And show a mirror to mine eyes
And then I know so surely
Just where my standing lies
It was always meant to be this way
It was always meant to end like this
The spark, it flickers silently, before the final blow
And where life’s green once gently grew
Now you see the truth
The black is all, its shadow hungry
So much cleaner than the light

Do you want a little piece of me?
To know what it is like to feel alive
I will tell you why I hate this
Because I am a man without your restrictions
I see this world as a twisted shell
Corrupt and seething with its puss
I will ignore you and scream out loud
FEEL THE BLOOD PUMPING IN MY VEINS
My throat is thirsty from the beginning
When you told me a story how
It was new and good and white and wonderful
I will fight any of you
Just to feel my knuckles break
And slip and fall on my own blood


Pissed off
Angry heart
Living for the fight
Disrespect beating me
Waiting for the roar
Eat my fist you crazy fuckers
I will live some more
Patience now
Long forgotten
Restraint is something for the weak
I will chew you
Rip you up
Then I’ll chew some more
Spit you out red and gushing
I am stronger then you thought
Ev’ry blow, ev’ry sneer, ev’ry bound’ry broken
Only serves to feed the beast waiting to be awoken.

Living through the days I watch time pass slowly
I hurry and it soon passes by
All that I hold dear is
Really an illusion
Why do I care
Its all so trivial
I live and am and that’s the way life goes
Pain can be numbed
Death is too easy to ignore
Passive irresistance is how I get through
Fighting oblivion
I don’t know.
Holding my hand is the devil himself
Cursing my progress
God watches from his couch
Before changing the channel
He burps and yells for Mary to get him a cold one
Jesus is upstairs
Pinned to a cross
The kids at school think he’s so weird
Our culture is studied
As soon as its hated
People kill cuz that’s what they do
I wonder if anything has ever mattered
What the hell is going on
If I swear will you judge me
Fuck ing ass holes die like scum
If I judge will you believe me
Our world is doomed I’ll say it again
If I believe you will you love me
There’s bound to be a happy ending
If I love you will you forgive

Ive seen things I don’t know
As I sit in my sorrow
Lazy feelings comin again
I just want to rain
As I feel my tension buildin
Buidin inside of me
I know that things are changin
Just don’t know how they’ll be
When I am grown
To a man, or a bum
I don’t know
What my future holds
As I sit in my sorrow
All I know is rain
Washin over me
And mine
Its nice and loud and drowns
The noise
That painful things can make.

Killing time by writing poems
Killing tension by letting it flow
Into words
That is why I write this

My sword is slashing down
Cutting and killing
As it flows
I exert my soul
To intimidate my heart
As I kill
The gentle enemy

For me the daylight comes
For others the night is formed
And in the twilights end
A friendship that never begins

JIM

BadabadBUMP
:lol:

I thought you'd be bumping this up again soon...

We born to this earth
like pie in my belly
one day it will leave
and come out smelly

Weebl.

Global State

Broken down and cast aside
Swimming in a sea of flames
Surrounded by mass confusion
Only here to drive insane
The individual

Never listening, Never thinking
Only moving without purpose
Through contact with the normal
We complain

As we see the cause of everything
Unfolding before our eyes...
Blinding us and numbing the senses
In a world that lacks perfection
So far this life is tedious
Pushed to the limits by
Your deceptions

Never listening, Never thinking
Only moving without purpose
Through contact with the normal
We complain

Sending us away to our demise
Away from blind conformity
Away from Systematic Stupidity
Away from the light that blinds

To a place where there’s...
No heaven or hell
No journey to undertake
No known afterlife
Just nothingness
And true perfection

Never listening, Never thinking
Only moving without purpose
Through contact with the normal
We complain...

I thought you'd be bumping this up again soon...

Keeping alive
that for which we care
A heritics dream
An their nightmare

We sat there trying to make it all cohere
trying to find closure before you departed
putting graciousness before attachment
your eyes pleading with me to let go

We sat talking about the weather
about anything except death
you reminded me of the things
you wanted taken care of

I tried to find the words to express
how much I'd learned from you
about dance, fishing, life and love
oh and most importantly, giving

I have the blankets, they keep me warm
I have your legs and love of dance
I have your smile and sarcasm
I have your regrets on my mind

I understand now, what you said to me
as I turned to leave you forever
Your legacy is wisdom that guides
I feel you, coaching me, smiling

I thought you'd be bumping this up again soon...

Keeping alive
that for which we care
A heritics dream
An their nightmare

thanks Jim even though i blindly spelt heretic wrong in the first place but its all good anyway.

Listen to the words
my children
the slate upon
which you may write

Silent Sufferers

You don’t know the pain
That writhes within a heart
Most twisted and deformed
Ravaging the soul and mind
Forever driving them deeper
Into a pit built in the filth they live in
Day after day and night after night
Things will never change

Echoing throughout the ages
Growing ever stronger, this pain
Growing ever weaker, these hearts
That continue to live almost in vain?

Disjointed, disfigured and deformed cells
That keep the pain locked up inside
With no key to release the anguish within

No one around to listen
No one around to heal

Keeping their distance out of what?
Curtesy, fear, love, hatred?
Hiding in places of light happy and free
Whilst others choking in a pit of filth
Are dying inside and breeding malice
Behind their faceless black eyes
That burn in the shadows of silence
Hidden eternally.

Crashers came today
But so did comrades and friends:
Solidarity!

:D

A lyrics for a trance anthem I'm composing. You might catch it in a performance by me in San Diego, Edmonton (at the local clubs), Calgary, Vancouver. Whatever...

We are

We are, We are
Alone in a world of turmoil ebb
Floating in innocence

Angel's in f'ror
Devils betraying their ways
Of corrupted justice

World is a scar
Since we were ever concieved
Living in dire malice

Blood is seen far
Swords driven through many hearts
Quiet in our thick callous

We are, We are
Alone in a world of turmoil, ebb
Floating in innocence

Life is sub-par
But we live with our clean hope
And we shall not e'en wince

Life with labour
Arduous it has always been
Forced into pennance

But burn higher
See through the thick ice and fire
For we are so graced

We are, We are
Alone in a world of turmoil, ebb
Floating in innocence

~ Xelebes (my artist alias)

WHY?!!!!!!!!


Thank you, you can all hail me as a genius now....

WHY?!!!!!!!!


Thank you, you can all hail me as a genius now....

Your minimalistic approach to the issue is quite intriguing. As something on the surface, it is a sarcastic inquiry usually drawn from those that are the ignorant or the indifferent lazy. But dig a bit deeper, and we uncover the callousness towards openness, the inability to want to express one's feeling at the moment. Also, it is coupled with the fact that you do not desire to post any of the material that you have opened up the shell you cloak yourself in. Which is forgiveable.

Now the capitalisation of the word is important. It means it is either a quick retort or a whine that pierces through the ears and into our hearts. This can only descerned by the following punctuation, which is comprised of a single question mark and several exclamation marks. Therefore, the inquiry is indeed small, but the need to say is quite large, having volume to be spread amongst the many ears (metaphorically) or eyes (literally).







Um... I think I should stop writing polka-gabber now...

WHY?!!!!!!!!


Thank you, you can all hail me as a genius now....

Your minimalistic approach to the issue is quite intriguing. As something on the surface, it is a sarcastic inquiry usually drawn from those that are the ignorant or the indifferent lazy. But dig a bit deeper, and we uncover the callousness towards openness, the inability to want to express one's feeling at the moment. Also, it is coupled with the fact that you do not desire to post any of the material that you have opened up the shell you cloak yourself in. Which is forgiveable.

Now the capitalisation of the word is important. It means it is either a quick retort or a whine that pierces through the ears and into our hearts. This can only descerned by the following punctuation, which is comprised of a single question mark and several exclamation marks. Therefore, the inquiry is indeed small, but the need to say is quite large, having volume to be spread amongst the many ears (metaphorically) or eyes (literally).

so many words, so little sense :wink:

Thoughts of a writer

To put pen to the page
Causes only one thing
A release of what is
Locked up inside
No matter how forgotten
No matter how small
No matter how big
No matter how positive
Or negative
It may be,
Let loose in a flow of emotion
The writer draws a picture
Of beauty, deception and desire
Out of a yearning for
A release from the world

Tired - I am so tired
But it's that great tired you earn
By thwarting crashers...

:D

WHY?!!!!!!!!


Thank you, you can all hail me as a genius now....

Your minimalistic approach to the issue is quite intriguing. As something on the surface, it is a sarcastic inquiry usually drawn from those that are the ignorant or the indifferent lazy. But dig a bit deeper, and we uncover the callousness towards openness, the inability to want to express one's feeling at the moment. Also, it is coupled with the fact that you do not desire to post any of the material that you have opened up the shell you cloak yourself in. Which is forgiveable.

Now the capitalisation of the word is important. It means it is either a quick retort or a whine that pierces through the ears and into our hearts. This can only descerned by the following punctuation, which is comprised of a single question mark and several exclamation marks. Therefore, the inquiry is indeed small, but the need to say is quite large, having volume to be spread amongst the many ears (metaphorically) or eyes (literally).

so many words, so little sense :wink:

I could have gone into more depth with this blaffergab, but I was feeling tired and wanted to go do something else. Something a lot more useful, indeed.

I bump this thread now
hoping that you will use it
for it's true purpose

He moves me
through a digital web of text
he touches me
through a wireless signal
I can hear his heart
and I bare my soul to him
I used to think technology
was stealing my soul
now I see that it can also
take my heart
So powerful and dynamic
some silicone and wire
two lives connecting
in the digital divide

Mediated selves:
The Web is new, but the same -
Imperfection still

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.

I bump this thread back
to life in the forums now
may it breath new life

A very small breath
And a very small heart
Takes over the world

Hail J.T.
Jim

Trouble
Not what I seek, yet what I find
Not what I want, yet what wants me
Not the whole truth, yet not a lie
Fear
What helps me through, yet it is my wheelchair
I see nothing in it, yet I watch it watch me
I feel it without it feeling me
Chaos
Trouble, Fear, and my name
Watch me tumble through
Hear my vicious cries
Trouble
What I need to survive
Fear
What keeps me alive
Chaos
Why my body writhes



Ok.. its not that great.. maybe kind of confusing... I like it though...

Deify me.

What you bow before,
Is fictional,
A tribute to old mythology,
So make your temple,
And make a god out of me.
Deify me.
Bow down to me.
I'm benevolent enough to,
Send you to hell.
Demonstrative enough to,
Part the sea.
So Deify me.
Pray I don't show my wrath.
Follow blindly, follow me,
And Deify me.

A little antireligious but I like it none the less.

Very nice, Reem. I like it. :D

To Pray to you
To Say what I want
I Hope you can answer
To Call upon me
To remember you
Don't forget me
Just forgive me


I liked yours, but mine's slightly more religious...

A poem displaying my opposition to make-up:

Make-up

You hide behind
Your mask of fear
Sheltering people
In case they jeer

You're really scared
Of what they'll say
If you went out without it
For just one day

However, there's another one
A phobia, of sorts
which is much greater than the jeers
And is buried in your thoughts

If I went out
Without this on
Someone might like me
And my freedom is gone

Don't be scared
To show your face
You're an independent woman
You know your place

I like yours as well Trin, very creative, has it's devout side too. Now for a quickly improvised three line poem.

Flower

A blooming flower,
If we could only know,
That purity.

Thats awesome. somebody always told me that only ugly women wear make-up...



To free myself is to be with you
To hurt you is to kill me
Loving is sorrow in itself
When you cannot be more than friends

I cry at night to hear your voice
My heart grows heavy seeing you
My mind grows weak as I succumb
I know we can't, but I need to be with you.


That poem I wrote about my best friend, Joey... Ask more if you are curious...

Inspired by my baby:

Hard to believe


Perfection is hard to achieve but you do it
For my criteria you are a perfect fit

The best thing is the way you act
Your personality is second to none
You make me laugh and smile and grin
In general you're just fun
But you know when to be serious
It's good to be like that
I can talk to you honestly
And not think that I'm talking tat

The next attraction is your zest for life
Your little mischievous naughty streak
The way you give me a horny grin
And ask if you can have a peak
You compliment the way I look
And always make me hot
You're frisky and you're horny babe
You get me happy when I'm not

Finally, the most shallow
That fact that you're so cute
The first time I saw you I was taken aback
Almost to the point of being mute
I'm sad because I don't see you
I miss you all the time
Your puppy eyes are really sweet
Like soft, deep, mellow red wine

That's sweet!

DO I never knew you were such a poet.

Truth.

Truth empty truth,
Truth I try to seek,
Truth I can't find,
Truth that's a lie,
Truth that ends as I die.
But a life with no truth,
Is a death with no purpose,
So finr truth within me.

I should post here more often.

Oh god yes..... I'm a regular.... can't think of any poets that write poems about being horny.

My Brains are Falling Out

I'm soooooo bored.

Looking. Nothing. Until tomorrow.
I sit and twiddle my thumbs
Waiting for tomorrow to come

Friends. Nope. At work.
I rang them all
But they didn't get my call

TV. Zip. Nothing on.
I check every show
But still...... no

What is truth without lies?
What is happiness without sadness?
What can we be without them?

Don't you see life is full of things
That would be nothing without the other

What is false without truth?
What is depressed without happy?
What are they without us?

Life is full but empty at the same time
Can you really see without the blind?

Move and groove to the Calypso rhythm!

Hey, stupid cop you don' know when to stop
lets beat dat blue clad thug into slop
stupid cop can't get enough
take a boot to the face of a stupid cop

here's a trick that'll never fail
get the cops with a Molotov cocktail
throw it from a high high roof
lets see if those uniforms are fireproof

Hey, stupid cop don' know when to stop
beat dat blue clad thug into slop
stupid cop can't get enough
take a boot to the face of a stupid cop

latest word from the barricades
pelt the cops with some hand grenades
watch their balls fly miles from their feet
and their guts spill to the street

Hey, stupid cop you don' know when to stop
lets beat dat blue clad thug into slop
stupid cop can't get enough
take a boot to the face of a stupid cop

Another good one trin it sounds to have Taoist influences. I've posted this one elsewhere.

Darkness

Darkness ahead,
Darkness behind,
Walk in darkness,
Fall in shadows,
Fall into eternity,
It makes no difference,
For my depressed apathy,
Darkness is that which,
I always see.

The middle part is an actual text message that I received :wink:

The Way to Go

I want to feel you
writhing around
on me as I
feel like I'm bound
By these feelings
in my head
that want to get you
into bed

"Our bodies should mix together
moving against each other in long, full strokes,
sending shivers through our minds
I want you so bad"

You said this to me
I was half asleep
but I listened intently
my feelings so deep
Brush against me
softly, sweetly
whisper in my ear
passionate words heatedly

Retribution

THUMP.
Gotcha!

WOW :shock: ,DO very steamy.

Need a Boost

Boost my energy
With your tongue
Climb that ladder
Rung by rung
Take me to
The highest pleasure
Beyond imagination
And all measure
I want to hear
That you're all mine
Take me out
To wine and dine
Then we get home
Lead me to bed
We'll take our time
'till our lust is fed

And you just completely topped it!

Reality

We must endure it,
Every second every day.
That we could escape it,
For just an instant.
That we could except it,
And live with small joys.
Reality to try to live,
Without reality.

I'm not all horniness:

Ghost Pain

I can't understand
what you see
when you watch her

She has no soul
No personality
Her mind is all a blur

With TV stars
and local goss
and who's going out with who

She looks good
but I'm sorry to say
she doesn't care about you

If you want something deep
that means a lot
then no closer could it be

Than right here, your friend
Next to you
Why can't you see?

Plain Jim

Too much of my life has been placed in you
My essence, my being, my world,
Where angels fear to tread you hold true
but harshly like a whirlwind you hurled

My life through the branches a dozen at least
'till they crackled and broke underneath
and while there were girls having wonderful feasts
I watched them through blunt, gritted teeth

What I would give to sit in a room
surrounded by those who care
Gorging on chicken and veg at noon
no-one looking, not one little stare

But you hold me back in my life, it's true
For when I see you I swear
that no other girls have it worse off than you
and that life is completely unfair

On the outside you look just like cold, mirrored glass
but if you look deeper you'll see
that one sorrowful girl staring back to the past
and that blurry vision is me

wow, D.O. That's really cool! I got a poem/story currently under work, maybe when I'm done with the first chapter I could post it up :D.

It was when I was going through my 'OMG I'm such a mega fatty and like it really matters' phase.

What's your story about?

Dad.

My tattered soul lay bleeding
Weeping in empty silence
Memories of warm laughter
Faded to cold distant images
No thought was left me
No will to leave that Hellscape
Dead skies reflected all about me
On a life time of broken dreams
To caught in my pain to see yours
I could not see you reach for me
Curled just beyond your touch
Wasting our last time together
As death slowly stole your life.
And here I stand with out you
Realising everything I have lost
That I’d sell my soul to see you
For one last word or hug
To know that you forgave me
Tell you that I love you
And I miss you so very much.

I get lost in these worlds that aren't mine.
I get lost in these places out of time.
When will I become myself,
and not just some wasted shell?

Makx'e

Naziû kûstôsmaðika|'ilûkuma.
@xiksame kûn|ikêfîma n!âtiema.
Kû!xâ!i|'ilûma tia!xâ@x'oemâ.
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My cause

I fight the nazis all day.
I am brave and never flee and will win.
I fight for freedom so we will be able to live unoppressed.

Not much, but it's a start.

In the end I am standing there
The precipice at my shadowed feet
Destiny was such a sweet sweet dream
When I was hooked to believe
The end was me, and me the end
But I know now that I was sleeping
In the darkness before my light would shine
And I knew that I would never be whole
Not in this life of mine or any other
I can’t see the past, and who can tell the future?
But I know now that all of my insights
Were lies I told myself to believe
And I don’t know where I am
Or who I am or why

Comfort

Not of the soul
Not of the flesh
Not of the mind
But of all
To find someone
To be close
And to be one
To relieve all that suffers
To heal those hidden wounds
Inflicted so long ago
Forgotten by the mind
And branded on the soul
And erased from the flesh

Causing a never ceasing restlessness
Creating a synthetic dystopia
Slowly consuming me again
As the total darkness start to set in
Once more, swallowing my reserve
Defeating the defences of life
Swamping my soul in a sea of despair
Killing me softly, again...

Angel In Death

Left alone regressing further into depression
After being torn asunder by what was lost
A life that was snatched, so cruelly
Sending me deeper down
Into a pit of sorrow, and despair
Buried by regret, for all that was lost
Struck down by a storm of stones
Tearing the flesh and breaking the bone
On the day my one, my only was taken
Leaving me to wallow in my despair
With our memories haunting me
Sending me to an early grave
To be with you
My one
My only

Roses are white, pink, and red.
Violets are violet, purple, and blue.
I use too many adjectives,
but not enough to describe you.

Written by Michael in the Ninth Grade.
I write much better poetry now.

I dont care when it was written.. its still sweet!!

How can I move on when you're all I think about?
How can we be together when all we do is shout?
Why can't I live with you, yet not without?
Why do I run into you, no matter what route?
Why do I blush when you are near?
Why does your smile take away my fear?
Why do I believe you when you say you've changed?
Why can't I stand up for myself? my life's rearranged.


Its not very good.. and Thanks for the compliments before Reem

If you need to see me, close your eyes
let your thoughts carry you away
and we will meet in your dreams
can you see me?

Close your ears, and listen
let the music move within you
let my words drift your way
can you hear me speak your name?

close your mind, and feel my love
its echo in your soul
the sweet warmth of our touch
can you feel it?

Let it last, and savor the moment
don't think about tommorow
though one day we may part
this second is eternal

If you need to see me, close your eyes
let your thoughts carry you away
and we will meet in your dreams
can you see me?

Close your ears, and listen
let the music move into you
and my words will drift your way
can you hear me speak your name?

close your mind, and feel my love
its echo in your soul
the sweet warmth of our touch
can you feel it?

and kaose is back to totally astound me w/ his work...

Let it last, and savor the moment
don't think about tommorow
though one day we may part
this second is eternal

you prove yourself creative, you deserve it.

Down

My life,
My thought,
Grey before me,
No need,
No want,
No cares,
For nothing matters,
Nothing makes a difference,
To me.

Can you tell I'm depressed?

The scarlet infidel is odd...
He has no quality of shame
He spits into the eye of god
And commits sins that have no name...

Osaki stalks, Osaki kills.
Osaki works to pay his bills.
So, friend beware Osaki's glance,
If your his prey, You'll have no chance.

Osaki, Osaki, Touring the stars.
Has Polished the Wax on a thousand bars.
Has trod on the soil of a hundred worlds...
Has found only pebbles while searching for pearls....

They call me the rhymer, A wordsmith by trade.
I can bring you to tears or use words like a blade.
I roam the frontier, writing dwn what i see.
I make men immortal, dotting i's crossing t's.

Wait a bit osaki. clam and cool.
Sips His Drink by the swimming pool.
His Prey appears, all unaware.
He'll wait a bit, and them Beware!

He counts other peoples money,
He mouths other peoples words.
Truly osaki hates his life,
And evies free-flying birds....

He's the king of the outlaws, The Creme de la Creme,
He's clever an deadly, he's knavery's gem.
He sups with the devil, he revels in pain.
He kills and he plunders - Humanity's bane...

Women scream and children shake.
Lawmen hide and strong men quake.
The world is turning upside down--
The osaki has come to town.

He's Bigger than big, Whiter than White,
He's got an IQ thats plum out of sight.
osaki's his name, and his talent is vast;
Changes the future, Toys with the past.

He's proud and arrogant-- Fearless and bold.
If you travel with him, you'll never grow old.
Those Who oppose him Have drawn their last breath;
He's the king of the outlaws--his partner is death.

He's back from the dead- he's back from the grave.
he's clever, he's cunning, he's ruthless, he's brave.
fear is unknown to him, mercy is too.
his name is osaki. and he's coming... for you.

shing-lo, that was awesome 8)

Of Questions and Answers

I once thought that the battle was won
I once thought that I was safe
I once thought that I was over it
I once thought that I was complete
I once thought this peace wasn’t bitter
I was wrong on all accounts

Now I know the battle is not won
Now I know that I am not safe
Now I know that it isn’t over
Now I know that I am not complete
Now I know this peace is bitter
Because I am my own worst enemy

The world still goes round
Life still goes on
I still live
Pointlessly…
All of it pointless

For too long I have been pushed and shoved
By everyone within range of me
People who I questioned
Groups who I questioned
All in my defence, all for me, my sanity

And the band screams out!
As the guitars screech
With the drums pounding behind the bass-line
Sending the crowd wild
Bringing me peace
As this music blazes
Embracing my soul, fatally

Enforcing my views
Strengthening my will
Driving my questioning on
Making it grow
Making it expand
As it devoured subject after subject
Until it finally turned on me

My best strength turned against me
Demanding answers to questions
Which I don’t know
Weakening my defences
Over taking me
Hassling me into a hole
With only a bitter peace to comfort me

Even now I don’t know the questions
I don’t know the answers
I don’t know myself
I don’t know if I’m right
I don’t know how long this bitter peace will last
I don’t know anything…

As I write this in my room
With the music pounding
With my mind blank
With that sinking feeling infecting me again
I manage to write it all down (I hope)
How this life is devoid of meaning
How this world is fucked
How nothing is perfect
How it will never ever change

As I turn the music up
And put down my pen
To immerse myself in ignorance
And whatever happiness might be…

:shock: that's an amazing piece of writing!

btw, i was recently nicknamed "the poet of the Pacific". :roll:

I sent this to my bf last night:

You are stinky
You are nice
Lucky for me
You don't have lice
I want your *bleep*
In my Haven
Coz you don't mind
If it's not shaven!

His reply was:

Beautiful, so breath takingly beautiful. C'est magnifique! I just made a large, moist mess.

Confianza Rota

Fake reassurance has its purpose
Today it'll be okay
We're thinking about you all the time
Don't drop yourself,
They've got a plan
We're red, you're blue
You won't understand.
Do you think this ship sets sail soon?
What do you recommend?
Another few days of silence
To ease your troubled soul?
Why did you lie to me,
This empty box that you keep locked
Is there a key, did you throw it away
Into the back of your mind?
Your transparent "truth"
Stares in my eyes
The subtle poison that you feed inside
It was turning my skin blue.

I sent this to my bf last night:

You are stinky
You are nice
Lucky for me
You don't have lice
I want your *bleep*
In my Haven
Coz you don't mind
If it's not shaven!

His reply was:

Beautiful, so breath takingly beautiful. C'est magnifique! I just made a large, moist mess.

that's pretty cool. whats with the *bleep*? poetry should be explicit if that's what the topic is about. you needn't hide what you are saying. :lol:

mmmhmmmm......... everyone else's is so deep.... ah well

There once was a man from Nantucket....

OK translate *bleep* as COCK :lol:

That's better! :D

As I walk unscathed
From the horror and strife
I think of the dumb things
I''ve done and said in my life

I think of the hurt
That I've probably caused
And think of the good things
I've probably lost

I think of the damage
That I have done
And feelings I've hurt
Just to think that I've won

I wish that I didn't
Say these dumb things
That forever 'round my head
Will most likely ring

Will I ever atone?
For the things I have said?
For now they cause the only torment
That exists in my head.

oh, the guilt. :(

If you like explicit:

Tragedy Strikes at Inconvenient Times

You fúcker.
I can't concentrate
You're plaguing me
your smug grin

I have to write
Forget it
All I can think of
Is how shitty you were to me

I can't cope.

I only spoke to you
the other day
I loved you
Now you can rot in hell

Fúck Pasteur
I don't care
He didn't make me feel
As though I'd broken in two

Shit my pencil
It fúcking snapped
I might as well blame you
I hate you for everything else

The teacher thinks I'm a trouble maker

Cheating probably
That's what I do best
You were another culprit
Though you weren't aware

I gave up
what I had with him
To be with you
Like you care

Piss off back to your parents
GO ON!

You're too old
For the crying game
But I'm not

Now leave me alone to finish this in peace

i like explicit, but not - ANGRY. :?

That was my last relationship, my current relationship inspired this one:

The Glass is Half Full

Not wishing to sound like a cheesy pop song
Like something by the Spice Girls or Steps
But when I talk to you all along
I feel like I'm out of my depth

I'm swimming in happiness and joy
Emotions run wild in my heart
You may only be some boy
But you're cute and you're funny and smart

I wouldn't say I'm in love so to speak
But you make something in me go funny
We laugh and we tease and you call me a freak
But in a nice way like I'm your hunny

You told me once about your desire
"I want you so bad" you said
I could feel your passion burning like fire
"We should corrupt each other" you told me instead

I've not felt this way in a while
For last time I was burned, you see
But hearing your voice raises a smile
I just want an 'us' to be

I think that those words were only a joke
But I can't help wondering if
When you jested it was the truth you spoke
and if I asked we'd have a tiff

I could talk to you for hours at a time
You're so entertaining and sweet
You make me laugh and even (GOD) rhyme!
I just can't get over the heat

The amount I want to have you here
To hold you and kiss you and sleep
I'm not lovey-dovey but I'd call you 'dear'
With you I feel passion so deep

So here it is, my final refrain
I'll stop talking soon I swear!
But this longing in my heart really does cane
I just want to know if you care

Father

it's funny the way
you can get used to the tears and the pain
what a child will believe
you never even loved me

but you can't hurt me now
i got away from you
i never thought i would
father

you can't make me cry
once i had the power
i never felt so good

about myself
father

maybe someday
when i look back i'll be able to say
you didn't mean to be cruel
somebody hurt you too

but you can't hurt me now
i got away from you
i never thought i would
father

You can't make me cry
Once i had the power
I never felt so good

about myself
father
i love you

Father

it's funny the way
you can get used to the tears and the pain
what a child will believe
you never even loved me

but you can't hurt me now
i got away from you
i never thought i would
father

you can't make me cry
once i had the power
i never felt so good

about myself
father

maybe someday
when i look back i'll be able to say
you didn't mean to be cruel
somebody hurt you too

but you can't hurt me now
i got away from you
i never thought i would
father

You can't make me cry
Once i had the power
I never felt so good

about myself
father
i love you

aaaaaaaw! That one brought a tear to my eye. Well, a metaphorical tear anyway!

that one was about my experiences as a young child.

sorry for double posting, heh. :roll:

S'ok, it's a habit for me!

Never in my life
Knots in my stomach
Lump in my throat
Want in my brain
You
I’m scared of losing
Leaving this creation
It’s beautiful isn’t it
A tainted beauty so mysterious
So lovely and dark
Yet to us as bright as day
We’re the modern day
Romeo and Juliet
Paris… what about Paris…?

I don’t know our ending
I can’t read the stars
“Wisely and slow, they stumble who run fast”
Are we safe?
I don’t know how I feel
Then I see you
It all melts away
Not even an issue anymore
You’re a sweet pain killer
A divine anesthesia
And I forget

I’m strong
I can stand alone
I can out-swim riptides
I just can’t look them in the eye
Tears drop onto my shirt without effort
Blink
Maybe one day
By the time I cry on your shoulder
By the time we have coffee together
By the time I feel your warmth in the morning
It will be better then

Maybe we’ll just end up with Tybalt
Maybe we’ll make it out like Friar hoped…
Out of this caging tomb
Out into the real world
Good Friday
Don’t hurt Paris
Modern day Romeo and Juliet
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i wrote that a month ago. on 9.3.03.
unfortunately i know the ending to this all now... and it looks like we've both died...
whats strange is, in my dreams, i see us both dying... over and over... so that lead me to write another poem...
------------------------------------------

In my dreams
I see you dying
Again and again
In my dreams
I’ve almost died too
Waking up the moment my breath
Ceases
We’ve died together
We’ve died apart
You’ve driven off of mountains
While I wait for you in a restaurant
The restaurant was bombed
The suicide bomber’s name
She screamed it before termination
Before I dove under my table
Before the fire went up
And right as you crashed off the mountain
Her name was Fate




thats all for now..... BUT I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! ALL POETRY PPL READ THIS:
THIS WEDNESDAY NIGHT THERE WILL BE A POETRY JAM IN THE VOLCANO. NIGHT, MEANING NIGHT TIME IN AMERICA.
hope you all can make it.
**a

Dig man.. poetry
beatnicks snapping their fingers
cool cats read aloud

they circled round and round
the combatants fought like hell
and not one made a sound
when the heavy favorite fell

now the favorite had a strong right hook
and a jab to make men cry
but the underdog had strange look
the kind that said, "Just try"

they met at the burned out bridge
ominous, to say the least
the underdog had the courage
but the favorite was a beast

of course the favorite brought his friends
and the underdog alone
they didn't shake each other's hands
and in moments fists were flown

The underdog caught the first blast
but he caught it with his jaw
the posse thought him trashed
but then he said, "that all?"

famous last words, some thought
others thought him mad
some remembered 5th grade, how he fought
how he did things to bring fear to Vlad

then the fight began in true
like Titans and Gods they clashed
all of the Posse knew
this fight was to the last

blood ran like water
and told the tale like song
the battle grew but hotter
but the end would not be long

they circled round and round
the combatants fought like Hell
and not one made a sound
when the heavy favorite fell

the underdog gloated not
nor did he speak a word
he left the favorite with what he got
but the universe somehow heard

A war left a memory
and a memory a poem
the posse left a summery
and left the underdog alone

Caught

You're not the same anymore but i wonder
I can feel an invisible flicker of fire
That warms my heart yet burns my soul
Something harmless holding me back
Stopping me dead
Strange how so slowly
I never noticed
A memory a handicap
With addictive yet so ecstatic
Artificial happiness

hmmm. anyone think i should have used more punctuation? :?

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Sorry, it posted three times.

I'm late in finding this thread so I hope you don't mind if I post more than one.

The Calm Before the Storm

I stand on the beach as the sun sets,
the air is still, the fresh salt breeze is at rest for the moment.

But it is merely the calm before the storm.
For the air is filled with energy, and all the creatures are hiding,
for they have more sense than I.

The air has turned thick and soupy,
it is an effort merely to breathe.

The now quietly lapping waves
will soon be crashing down on this very spot
with all the power the sea can muster.

Overhead a lone gull cries once
before heading for safer skies.

And now the fleeting calm is gone,
replaced by a cold cruel wind,
that howls, not with song, but with pain.

The sky is alight with fire
and the waves crash on the sand,
advancing ever closer.
It’s once soothing melody is gone,
ripped away by the fury of the storm,
until even I must run before it.


Will They Make it Home?

Shattered and torn from end to end, riddled with holes she flies on.
Two engines feathered and steaming smoke,
a third, windmilling and trailing flame.
And one lone engine, laboring to bring them home.
Her guts have been shot up,
her limbs ripped,
her nose broken,
but still onward she flies.
Inside,
her crew lays dead and dying,
a fierce winds howls through her.
Yet still do they stare over their guns,
determined to protect her and doing what they can to bring her home.

The others have all left,
for they cannot stay to protect a cripple.
And now the wolves are gathering.


The Beast Within

It is hidden in the darkest recesses of my mind.
A foe both mighty and terrible.
Relentless, ruthless, utterly without mercy, it is my burden to carry.
It screams inside me demanding a release that cannot be given.
It batters the walls and doors of my mind, desperately seeking a way out.
It is a constant fight, it breaches the walls and I rebuild.
It attacks and I defend.
It advances and I push it back.
Back into the depths of my mind, where the light never penetrates.
For I cannot kill, nor destroy it.
Bestial and dangerous as it is.
I cannot, for it is a part of me, and I of it.
And so the battle rages, day in, day out.
I must always win, for I dare not ever lose.


The Hero’s Burden

Long and far have I traveled
Through the seas and the skies
Over hills and plains
And in the vast darkness between the stars

I have no real home
For I am the true wanderer
Stopping only long enough to complete my task
And then I move on, to wander yet again

It is a long an lonely road I travel
With few friends and many enemies
Forever in the darkness
Striving for the light

The burden I carry is heavy
The weight of those who have fallen before me is wearying
Their ghosts scream for vengeance in my mind
And their faces hover before me when I sleep

But I shall not falter
For I am the shield that protects the innocent
And I am the sword that drives back all that is evil
I shall not rest until my task is finished

So come, be you gods, demons or mortals
Pass in peace, or face my undying wrath
And when the battle is over
I shall grieve, and then raise my sword once again

"Desire is a game"

It's the same old game again
Another woe to hit the floor
Play with a desire
And show me so much more
Teasing, tantalizing
Gripping my chair hard
Tell me what is happening
This whole scene is blackening
And come play with my heart

She knows what you want
Real woman's kind
Nothig but illusion
Show me what I'll find
Tell me now

Show me what I can get
Tell me now
Something that I want
Tell me now

Loving every minute of this life
Playing with your tormenting loves
Don't tell me what you're doing
This game is my push and shove
Sometime's I've given up my life
For just another little broken whore
But this one has to be right, good
And nothing can go wrong right now
Or what am I here for?

She plays with your desires
Faking to be what you need
Just some more tears to cry
From the gardens grow the weeds
Tell me now

What do I want
Tell me now
How many games will I play
Tell me now

sit here with my eyes closed
imagining the bright warmth of the
stagelights [focused]
looking out into the audience
one person laughs, i push on
one person has tears in her eyes
i speak for her
and in that moment
when i realize that
there is nothing better than
spilling my heart-written emotions
to an auditorium full of friends and
strangers, there is a
magical electricity running through
my fingers, up my arms, through my
heart and down into the black
floor behind the podium
and there is complete joy
as the hands come together
to make music for the musician
to give reason for the performer
to love what she's doing
to know that she's touching
at least one heart, maybe more...
i open my eyes, still
caught up in the ecstacy
of my daydream
which will soon be
reality in its sweetest form.

And this is me winning...

It won't fit here, so check here. (http://www.wright.edu/~bicknell.4/ozworkzpoetry.htm#Turkey%20Melt%20Tuesday)

I posted this on the "NS Poets Revisited" thread, but I'd like to be on the "official" thread, too.

Time was
When we christened a virgin vessel
With blood
A virgin’s life
For a virgin’s life
But now we have evolved

A virgin’s life
Reduced to salt sticky rubies
For a virgin’s life
Her hollow hull would throb
With the life she soon would bear
Before we had evolved

Now in our civilized way
We christen the maiden with wine
Wine, that wanton,
A belly full of cruel promises
Burst across a pristine breast
For all that we have evolved

For in our foolishness
We think we can spare cruelty
We forget the green glass shrapnel
The tannic roughness of passion
The manic laughter of the lost
Past which we have never evolved

And, you, my love
With your rough hands and ironic laughter
Your iron and salt
Your song of desire and despair
Reduce me to a state of madness
A virgin’s fear and a wanton’s hunger
A vision gone crimson with wine and blood
A voyage past hope
Past reason
Past dreams
Past which I can never evolve

by L.M.

Time was

When a man simply cared

When all the tears

Were borne in pain

And

Taken in hurt

We stand alone

Those few who stand

Those few who say

I cry

I am

A man

Jim

Thanx for the bump and the inspiration

There is no running away from a tortured spirit
It is carried with its bearer
It cannot be outrun or eluded
It refuses to be denied
And will not be kept quiet
Need calls to need
Heart ache to heart ache
All hear the cries

We go our own ways
Lick our own wounds
Till they are even more raw
Then when they were first received
Desire will not soothe
Nor empty words

Only love
Pure and true
With no hidden agenda

This is the salve to heal our broken spirits

We all have the instructions
We all have similar needs
Let fulfilling them be a chain reaction
See with opened eyes
Look Farther
Reach Longer
Find the strength needed to let yourself be needy
“Seek and you shall find
ask and you shall receive
knock
and the door
will be opened”

Title in progress

.::for now::.

Will You Miss Me If I Die?

Would it make you cry if today I said goodbye
And never said hello again?
Would it hurt that much to never feel my touch
Or hear my voice again?
Could you imagine life with so much pain and strife
That you just had to escape?
And can you see me without bitter jealousy
And deny me my fate?

Would it bother you if these words weren't true
When I said that I'd never leave?
Would you make a wish to undo my final kiss
And start to believe?
Could life without me be that hard to see
That you ignore how I feel?
And when you see me, can you truly be free
And believe I'm real?


If anyone can think of a better name for this, please tell me.. Either post it here or TM me.. Thanks.

Across my life's path sprang a wall,
Erupted overnight, stones and all;
Harder than death; darker than pall.

I sit me down and ponder now:
How might I best this barrier, how?
I cannot climb atop, nor delve below.

So then I journey sidelong for a day,
But find no egress there, no not that way.
I try the other, and find but delay.

These stones are chill, they paralyze me through.
I have no will, nor know ought I should do.
For heart no hope; for mind never a clue.

Then I espy a sudden door
Where surely none had been before;
Closed shut, yet what are doorways for?

I fear this way, it threatens me,
With taunts of possibility;
I'd rather be distraught than free.

Then shall I open, what to see?
Another path, or something more?
Another life, this time more true?
Escape from out this life of grey,
A power to whom I must bow,
An emptiness in which to fall?

I stand upon this doorward side,
None but my fears with me for guide;
Not to decide is to decide.

I love that!!!! Collaboration! (knew I got it from somewhere) ;)

I love that!!!! Collaboration! (knew I got it from somewhere) ;)

::hugs::
I like yours too.
And Luna's.
Power to the poets!

Erm...I've already posted a few, but there's loads more. If anyone's interested click HERE (http://www.postpoems.com/members/jimlad) for some more.

Laters all,

King Jim

So.. this is where we post poetry then?? Good.. Cuz I've got one I wanted to share:

This poem was one that my boyfriend wrote that I wrote a response to:

Comfort my spirit
(damn it with your words)
My ghost-ship life please steer it
(destroy it with your touch)
Heal my many injuries
(infect me with your heart)
Fend away my enemies
(beckon them with your soul)
Tell me what is true
(confuse me with your mind)
Tell me why I love you
My Demon in Disguise

Here's my response:

Put your hand here on my heart
(Feel the heartbeat within)
Know I've loved you from the start
(You fuel my engine)
I'll never cause you pain
(My worst fear)
Over my life, you will reign
(Be my King)
I will never lie to you
(My honesty will be revealed)
You love me because I love you
My Dark Angel of the Night

Differenc

Jim

10 10 03

The differencece is in the tears
Shed in place of hearts blood
Where angels and even devils
Fear to tread.

To look into
An eye that slowly closes
Never left to see
The life unlead.

Jim

For the times when no one understands
When those with ears don’t hear
For the times when you feel all alone
And comfort is no where near
For the times when hope springs up anew
And for one small moment you believe
For the times when you will lose control
When you realize what you can achieve
When you feel joy
I’ll feel it too
When you cry
I’ll cry with you
When you can’t see through all your pain
I’ll take you dancing in the rain
Despite the downpour
Or the storm
I’ll be with you
I’ll Keep you warm
Let yourself trust
Open up and see
The Love that ‘s here
to you
from me.

I'm a poet
And I... nevermind.

:roll:

If there is nothing,
Then there is no joy,
No excitement or achievement

There are no birthdays,
Happy memories or
Vacations, to far-away places

If there is nothing,
Then there is no anger,
No sadness, and no fear.

There are no weapons,
No death,
And no horrible wars.

There is no work and no play,
No laughter and no pain;
Just nothing.

Here's a few


(This one I wrote about a month after 9/11)
W

Oh, George W., I will follow you to hell,
Such a leader and a patriot,

Oh, George W., I forgot about your drug use,
And your drunk driving, and your partying twin daughters.

Oh, George W., I’m sure you know more about foreign affairs than you let on,
I’m sure you write some of your own speeches,
And I’m sure you’ll win this one.

Oh, George W., how do you feel tonight?
In your safe white castle without mail or Halloween candy?

Oh, George W., how do you like your approval ratings?
Scores of naïve citizens hanging on your every word…

Oh, George W., do you tie your own shoes?
Button your own pants,
Check your own e-mail?

Oh, George W., do you have a food taster?
Do you have faith?
Do you have your own reasons?

Oh, George W., when will you kill the infidels?
When will you bomb another church
So I can watch it on CNN?

Oh, George W., Give me Liberty
Or give me the blood of thousands…

Oh, George W., will you reassure my shaken confidence?
Will you deliver me from temptation,
And deliver me the head of Osama Bin Laden?

Oh, George W., do you have the confidence
That you want me to have?

Oh, George W., how do I get to Carnegie Hall?
Which way to the World Trade Center?

Oh, George W., I took the flag off my car
Cause I’m just not sure anymore.


UNTITLED

echoes dark canyons tremble

ground cracks stability lost

Falling.

Falling.

stop sign yields right way wrong way

Still Falling.

Touchdown.

hit the roof rack

punch the window ledge of steel I beams and hope for what is lost.

Trance

Trance

Trance

cooling heat from down above the rocks where I sit lay kneel curl.

doubt swallows anger rock beats scissors cuts paper

animal lust soothing tones of hard roll and rock walls that close open split melt.

Falling Faster.

Harder.

silver and gold petals of flower fruit that gently rots in brash sunlight

a million candlepower no more of this.

I can hear the heart beat break attack.

tunnels of land mines cruise missiles H-Bombs.

Exploding

As

I

Fall.



UNEVEN BARSTOOL

We clutch our
drafts,
hunch over our
spirits,
sloop-shouldered and gloomy
as we sip our pints.

Silence gives way to the
mating calls
of thick tongues and thin skulls.

A blue haze of smoke wraps around the notes from an oversized jukebox on uneven floors.

The
clink
of billiard balls,
ring
of a pay phone,
The slurping frenzy of your blood alcohol level rising.

Play me a
sad song,
buy me another
reason,
Take me to the back room where the glistening bottles wait.

Don’t rush the last call,
Don’t look at the clock.
Don’t tell me you ran out
Don’t tell me it’s time to go home.

My face is reflected
In the blinking neon and dim lighting and the coarse sadness
that fills my cup.

I’ll be home soon.

I wish I could tell you I'm sorry
And that I hadn't committed such acts
But the truth of the whole situation
Points towards all of the facts
He was there for me when you weren't
His warm inviting love so dear
Pulled him in towards me
You further away, him near

(nb: i haven't got a name for this. please TG me and help with your suggestions! :P )

i'm stuck here now
feeling free and empty
hallucinate and evaporate
catch a star name a planet
in a distant dream
smile at the spirals
as my head spins round
i'm on a high
i'm on a rush
i can't control
i sold my soul
feeling no emotion
trapped in opiate nirvana forever
with memories of dust and haze
i'm on a high
i'm on a rush
i can't control
i sold my soul

10-11-03

Untitled

The beauty of the moment
When eyes first meet
And two hearts flutter and spark

The beauty of a smile
Shy at these first moments
Shines a light into the dark

*raw, un edited and incomlete. I will be working on it*

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real


Quite original, ne? :D

shing-lo, that was awesome 8)

thx. its one hundred and twenty three verses in total but i just posted the best ones... the ones that i stick in my books, as a matter of fact. im an author.

I Stand Alone

I Stand Alone
Against the darkness of night,
My finger on the trigger
Prepared for the fight.
I did not choose
The time nor place,
And until now
I've never seen his face.
Twas not my choice
to stop this strife,
To be the one
To take his life.
And yet it seems
It was my call,
My destiny
To stand on the wall.
Someone had to...

So I Stand Alone
Yet surrounded by friends,
Who like me bear the burden
Of defending freedom till the end....

I am a sniper...
A loner...
I am not a part of the world...
But merely observe it through my crosshair...
I live by the shadows and die by the shadows...
I am always distant from everything else...
I am fearful by strength...
Invincible by distance...
Being a sniper is the worst thing to be...
Only hell can cleanse what we do.

10-11-03

Untitled

The beauty of the moment
When eyes first meet
And two hearts flutter and spark

The beauty of a smile
Shy at these first moments
Shines a light into the dark

*raw, un edited and incomlete. I will be working on it*

*Siiiiiigggghhhhh, now Im all mooshy gooshy :)

well, i didn't write it, but one of my freinds wrote it about me.... does that count?

Gerg -
I wrote this in (looks at the date) April, and it's your fault! (in a good way). Enjoy! (or else!)

The Smallest Act

A little motion
A simple notion
One not thought to be
Yet within his eyes
A spirit lies
And in waking, lies the key

Ephemeral essence
Aprobesence
Binds me to this Earth
Tales to tell
Fears to yell
The horrors of unbirth

What can you see inside?
Past lingering hair
Smiles that fade
By chance you care
Thus, fate remade

Within a chance
A simple chance
One heart refused to still
Within a chance
A simple chance
This quill, it quivers still.

chapel

Mildly cold and pleasant the air
But enough to give the shiver down your spine
A run for its money as you
Step inside the circle
Inside the safety zone
Cannot be carried away in here

My cold hand touching the
Wanna-be ivory keys of this monster
The monster that has been tamed
Smooth and responsive, delicate
It bends to my command
It cries and laughs for me

Delicate touch to the piano and
A look towards the altar
Shadowed room with dark light
Playing through the stained glass windows
The shiver down my back rolls again
As my fingers danced over the keys

I know now, I know what happiness can be
I’ve felt the peace rumble within me
I’ve felt the spirit weave through my soul
Rain beating harshly on the roof
I was safe… at last

And as my hands were flowing through the notes
As my mouth dropped as if in hypnosis
A sound came out… my heart rushed
Walls helped, pushing it beautifully…
A cry of everything

From that moment was a sheer transformation
The Lord as protectorate in his house
He wrapped his love around me and wiped my tears
Freed my soul
Blessed my life
Set me free again
As I danced over the keys
As my voice cried aloud…

As my world surrendered
------------

over

Tired and frustrated
I cant do any more for us
Given all I could
For a love that’s broken me in two
I gave one half to you
You don’t know it though

You taught me how to love
And I thank you for it
You gave me such understanding and grace
I never knew what I could be until you saved me
But I can’t lie to you
I’m dissappointed
And a little angry
I wish I could convince you
That the part of you that you are
Is still a part of you
And I love you anyway
You can’t convince me not to
Just one last kiss
I can’t seem to convince myself either


And then I’ll go
Another swim in the hot tub
Our candlelit room
My entire kingdom for the happiness of knowing
You are near and you love me
That you’d be with me forever
Like you once said
I miss it… oh baby I miss us
Oh baby, I miss you…
I just want to run to you and kiss your
Streaming eyes
Make your troubles cease
Make everything alright again…
Go back to the beginning and
Forget our insanity, our tears
The ones staining my pillow as I sob
I have no shoulder to cry on
I woke up to find I have no one

Maybe I just didn’t know you at all
And if that’s the case
Why?





ok thats all for now.
**a

Rest
by IxxI

i am dead
inside this dark, warm box.
washed in your blood
christened in your sweat.
but now i ask
one thing of you
can i rest?
you have kept me inside
inside your weeping regrets
but now it is the time.
i want you to let me go.
can i rest?
remember me, but instead of crying
i want you to smile
hold your head high
and think of the happy memories
when i made you smile
when i bought you a gift
when you told me jokes
remember and be happy.
let me rest.

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real


Quite original, ne? :D

that's Linkin Park. They're crap. go post that in the "great lyrics" thread, and don't use band lyrics as poetry please. :shock:

I'm absent too long
This place has grown strange to me:
New, intense, cold, hard...

Trasian Poem of Lost

by Terisag kioa


Long gone are the bright fields of day

they wern't here to stay


the morn is gone


the Trasians bid their home solong




black is the night


and so is the Trasian knight


you should dispair


for our souls are alway's there

Angels from hell
One looked upon me
Can't give 'em no wings
Or in heaven I'd be

She took all I got
Took my place on earth
She hit the road like lightning
And left me to fire's hearth

Well I once knew an angel
With wings that were true
I should have held on then
Now there's nothing she can do

For when hell you are in
Ain't no seeing where you were from
Ain't no chance to get back
Ain't no angel gonna come

Confine me to my cell
Make me understand
That everything thing I say
Results in who I am

Make me see the light
For surely I have missed
The wonders of the world
The marvels of your kiss

Tell me what is right
Don't be mad at me now
I understand your rules
But I never took the vow

Keep me inside
Never let me free
Show me who I am
Tell me what to be



What do you think??

Bump.

The Old Copse

Let me explain, the end result will always be the same.
In the end they shrivel up, all charred and burnt and covered,
Blankets hide the shapes and signs,
Until I find that shaded pine,
Beneath which I shall lay them all wrapped up in twine,
And time shall eradicate, with any luck,
That mess beneath the pine,
All tightly bound in blood soaked twine.

Yarm. 2003.

*bump*

Chrysanthemum branch
In the hills of a new day
falls toward the damp ground

Hai, haiku desu ne. :D

Your love
rings
in
my
heart
like a tambourine
Always
ringing
Makes me happy....

Paper or plastic?

*lost on lake michigan*

don't know why i still reminisce
about that summer night on the lake
when the moon was shining just for us
watching the cirty lights come on
and the fireworks go off
fireworks
flashing brightly as you kissed me
it was one of the few times
you said that you loved me
and when the stars replaced the fireworks
i swear it was heaven
being in your arms
staring up at the stars and the billowing sail
to the right the beautiful lake
to the left the moon and city
we were in the middle of it all
lost in love
on a perfect july night

I took a bullet for you

We layed together,
I thought it'd never end,
I look beside me,
Empty space,
I took a bullet for.
I loved your smell,
Loved your face,
But you didn't love me.
I wished all to go away,
So I took a bullet for you.
Never thought I could be so happy,
Never thought I would get this sad,Thought you'd never end it like this.
I wish it all to go away,
So I take a bullet for you.Only want to see your face,
Never want to feel this way
I'll take a bullet for you.


I usually don't write story poems. Hope you all like this one.

-Form is emptiness; Emptiness form,
Mike.

*Ahem*

"Lint":

Lint.

The End.

-------------

Deep, huh? :P

Joanna October 24th, 2003

On this day
Some years ago
A beautiful new Angel
Came into this world

A smile and a voice
With the power to shine
A little light
Into the darkest of hearts.

*happy birthday!

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Ave Satanis!
Rege Satanis!
Hail Satan!

Hail Joanna!
Big Jim P!*

The Poets of NS 2 is now open. Please post there. Thank you.

-Cat

Give us a link here
that we may peruse the new
display of talent,

jim

Joanna October 24th, 2003

On this day
Some years ago
A beautiful new Angel
Came into this world

A smile and a voice
With the power to shine
A little light
Into the darkest of hearts.

*happy birthday!

http://www.angelfire.com/tx6/jimp/images/jim1004a.jpg
http://www.magickalshadow.com/daca/index.html

Ave Satanis!
Rege Satanis!
Hail Satan!

Hail Joanna!
Big Jim P!*
Awwww ::sniffle:: thanks :D

Thank You!

Thank you for showing
Me mine own heart
Thanx for the memories
Of where endings start

Thanx for the memories
Of songs I have heard.
And thanx for the calming
Of a mind so disturbed

*another for JT*

Jim

Time Again for the Expansive Ego


I'm sitting around, making no sound,
Waiting for the sun to go down
And all the folk around me
Confound me
And I've been made into their clown
Their actions are strange, threatening danger
I feel as though I'm out of my range
I'm not in control of my situation
Therefore plagued by hesitation
But I'm just made worse by deliberation
Now I'm lost;
And it's time again for the Expansive Ego

I can't work out what these people are about
Apparently trying to fill me with doubts
Or is it that they're needing just as much care
But none of us dares raise a shout
We seem at loggerheads, though nothing's said
Presenting expressions to be read
Now their attention is all towards me
Whether tricking or pleading I can't see
I wonder what meaning there could be
In all this;
And it's time again for the Expansive Ego

Though racked by fear, unable to hear
I strengthen myself in the space between my ears
Led by the mind, leaving body behind
Go searching for whatever it finds
Alert to all details, it never fails
Following this situation's trail
Believing nothing else I've been told
Feeling myself back in control
Now I've got them under my hold
Once again;
And it's time again for the Expansive Ego


Date of composition: 14.3.89
Inspired by: Matt Johnson's Time Again for the Golden Sunset

Was a very good poem, Spiritual Anarchy.

This is "Midnight Tears"

I'm lying in my bed
Staring towards the sky
A thought enters my head
Makes me want to cry

Soon we will be parted
And these words I know are true
That this thing we started
We'll have to soon undo

I don't want us to end
I don't want you to leave
I wish I could pretend
My goal is to decieve

But the day will near
As my heart grows weak
And I'll have to face the fear
And havoc it will wreak

But for now, I can say
That life's never been this good
I think about you more each day
Maybe more than I should

CRITIQUE!!! Tear it apart, I don't care!!!

Second Thoughts

I watch the water from above.
Tiptoes along the edge of the bridge
Staring down, considering.
Pressing the blade on my wrist.
Before you know
i will be far away.
A better world, let me say goodbye.
Just waiting for the right moment to come
And i'll pretend to fly there.
Slip away reality,
Down to the bottom.

Geeks

Geeks

F--ker.

There once was a man from Japan,
He wanted to get a nice tan.
He bought some fake,
Turned as brown as a cake
Wondered why he smelt like a pan.

man, cant you take a joke

Was a very good poem, Spiritual Anarchy.
Thanks, Chikyota. :)

BTW, this thread will reach 65 pages soon. Will it be deleted when it is? Perhaps we could make an effort to save some of the poems in it.

There once was a man from Japan,
He wanted to get a nice tan.
He bought some fake,
Turned as brown as a cake
Wondered why he smelt like a pan.
:D made it up myself. You like?

There once was a man from Japan,
He wanted to get a nice tan.
He bought some fake,
Turned as brown as a cake
Wondered why he smelt like a pan.
:D made it up myself. You like?

hmph. well I liked it. :(

...And to think i'm not even a poet... :(

EVERGREEN

I look out through the window across the pastures around my home
And he is standing there, watching, the cattle where they roam
He was there when I was just a lad, playing in his arms
And he would hold me up so high I'll see across the niebouring farms

The lord of all the land around, tall and proud as any King
His deciples, all the herds on hoof and the birds upon the wing
He's seen the droughts and fires, He's seen the flooding rains
When his domain was turned to swamp and mud, from the valleys to the plains

My grandchildren now play with him, as I did long ago
When he holds them up, they tell me, they can feel the north wind blow
I know he'll be there when I'm gone, for I'm sure he'll outlive me
So I salute you my life long friend, the grand old Norfolk Tree


I hope you like, as its the first time I have shown any of my poems to anyone :oops:

Inbred Junkies

I live in a town on the edge of the sea,
It's a prim and proper place where couples come
to lick ice creams, and walk - holding hands -
and return with their children on holiday.

There's a place where you watch seagulls -
real, actual, live seagulls -
from the relative safety of a wooden hut.
See the bright white shit up close!

Yeah, the tourists all have a lovely time.
“How quaint!” they all say about our wee clique.
Admiring the harbour, climbing the Law,
and at the end of the day, away they all drive.

However, the resident teens seem to find
this place a little tedious for their growing minds.
How many times must I emphisise this:
Give kids nothing to do and they just get pissed.

I need to quickly, swiftly get outta this place,
but I'm not very keen on the Big Rat Race.
I've got nothing to do and nowhere to go,
but expected to keep this plastic smile on my face.

I suppose NB's nice if you stay for a day,
but I've been here 10 years, and it's no fun.
Each night is a struggle against boredom
and our parents wonder why were wasting away.

Drugs are our savouir from laziness;
sitting around is more fun when your fucked.
Nothing makes the world dissapear better
than smoking and playing video games.

It may not be productive in the traditional sense,
but at least it's the scenic route.
I chose it, along with all my friends,
and it scares the shit out of our rents.

However, the resident teens seem to find
this place a little tedious for their growing minds.
How many times must I emphisise this:
Give kids nothing to do and they just get pissed.

I need to quickly, swiftly get outta this place,
but I'm not very keen on the Big Rat Race.
I've got nothing to do and nowhere to go,
but expected to keep this plastic smile on my face.

Sometimes there comes the surprise
Of laughter in voice and in eye
And from somewhere out of the blue
A sweet voice says "I love you"

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