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Started by zzuf Jul 24, 2002 at 2:58 AM 10 replies 1k views

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Jul 24, 2002 at 2:58 AM

Poetry is something I use to get out emotions that I feel.. even if they seem obscure to me at the time... poetry clears my mind. Here are a few I have written.. _________________________________________________________________ The frail wilted creature Crumpled, collapsed on the floor Water lapping, nibbling away loose skin Slowly brittle fingers rise Sharpened nails pierce the earthy hole Golden spheres awaken Pale, glowing searching for a soul Slinking creature of the looming dark Silence never broken mind mourning hiss In the cave, trapped animal rage Growing steadily... snarling, snapping, frothing All in a bottle of blue _________________________________________________________________ The frame of a young man Eyes pour out a weary and hopeful soul Wisedom of the flowing beard Humor stays with the lasting creases of his mouth Mysterious tongue The late night bloomer Magical dust he makes burst from her being A little fairy and evil troll whisper The sorceror and his flower _________________________________________________________________ Dance little pixies, dance Round and cross the warm sickening mass Stickey red is the saturated sand Bloated belly greedily laughs Ripped snout in teeth Constantly grinding victims with glee Through beady eyes world is seen Rolls of skin with large anal plug Breath comes in unsteady gaspd Little known to this master Worms creeping out through sweaty pores Along comes the cold, so unaware Sausage lips turn to figid blue Life slips away for this bastard Skin melts but ghost is here to stay Still wine and dine Enjoy this great feast Knaw on rotten carcuss and stench filled bones Do not listen the wail autumn warning Dance on a grave all lard will allow Allow magical slaves to lighten a so called heart Heed not oh bastard Burn in hell _________________________________________________________________ A secluded dome Comforting and safe This is my hallowed home The hole in the wall Small and intriguing But I dare not look out, for fear of the fall A great big swoosh, speed, and hurl What’s in that world Should I wait to see if my horizons unfurl The snare in a pit Ready to snap A strike, sleep, awaiting to hit What’s the harm in peeking And who knows I might find the innocence I’m seeking My life is where I want Or is it The thought of having my whole self surely will haunt Out of the hole, my finger pokes Should I reach full out It might take awhile to coax The fear that came over me in a huge surge Wanting out of my prison Is now a great urge I plunged out of the hole and into the sea Now instead of, “Who’s that?” They call, “It is she!” _________________________________________________________________

Arion

Jul 24, 2002 at 9:20 AM

Great stuff !!!

I have a closet full of poetry I worte many years ago.
I haven't written a poem for a long time now.
Though, I'm not in the same league as you, very juvenile in comparison.

A Demon Resides Within

Within every one and all,
A demon within is waiting to call.
The good inside slows his pace,
But he is determined to win the race.

Can the good ever win the fight,
When the demon is figthing with all his might.
We must starve the demon of his evil deeds,
The good will grow with new born seeds.

The good now planted in the mind,
Will grow and make the demon blind.
In time you will hear the demon shout,
As the good inside pushes the demon out.

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The Black Tree

The black tree,
Standing tall.
A sign of death,
With needles that fall.

Through the forest,
Hell's fire rage.
Burning the living,
As man engaged.

Man's efforts where fruitless,
As he fought full hearted.
To extinguish the flame,
Which he had started.

The drought grew long,
The fire spread far.
A desert of death,
The land lay covered with char.

The rains did come,
To put out the flame.
But not a living creature,
Did ever remain.

Guy

[edited by - Arion on July 25, 2002 8:42:07 AM]

Arctic Weasel

Jul 24, 2002 at 12:48 PM

P-p-poetry. That''ll work:
''Come sweet slumber and
shroud me in thy purple cloak...''
Hm. Doesn''t even rhyme.

-- Paranoimia, Art of Noise Featuring Max Headroom

zzuf

Jul 25, 2002 at 2:42 AM

poetry doesn''t have to rhyme... free verse is my personal favorite.

I look lieeek teh one on teh right...
http://www.marleen-mkao.com/Rare/mkao56.htm

Liquid Darkness

Jul 25, 2002 at 4:19 AM

I want to make a difference,
not to the world
or the human race
but in my own life.
I want to prove to myself that everything is worth it.
I want to feel satisfied.
I want to discover something.
I want to be the first to do something.
I want to find a peace and a tranquility that seems so far from where I am now,
not in religion or faith
but in my actions and abilities.
I want to finally feel happy with myself.
I want to live up to the standards I''ve set.
I want to be important or insignificant.
I want to have meaning.
I want to realize that out of the billions of people on the earth,
of which I am one small meaningless being, I am me.
I want to realize that out of the billions of planets and galaxies and solar systems,
that I am here, I am now, and I am living.
I want to feel alive.
I want to breathe in and feel the air fill up my body and cleanse me.
I want to look and see beauty everywhere.
I want to learn to live without destroying anything.
I want to learn about everything and understand all that I can about everything.
I want to realize that this is my only chance.
I want to make a difference,
for myself.

KalvinB

Jul 25, 2002 at 4:35 AM

I wrote this in response to all the stupid people in the Middle East shortly after 9-11. It's sung to REM's "Shiny Happy People"

Bitter Angry People Whining
Meet me in town square
People People
Toss em to the ground
Hate me hate me
Try to take me down
Bitter Bitter
Turn it upside down
Where to tombstones are
Graves is what you'll find

Bitter Angry People Hating All
Bitter Angry People Fighting

Everyone around hate them, hate them
Hit them in the head
Shove em shove em
It will stop when you die
Anger anger
Put it in your mind
Where the tombstones are
Graves is what you'll find

Bitter Angry People Hating all
Bitter Angry People dying

KalvinB

Jul 25, 2002 at 4:40 AM

This one I wrote because I wanted to see if I could. I think FeelEvil would like it.

I won''t cry for yesterday
I won''t shed even a tear for today
There''ll be more pain tomorrow anyway

I''m saving my tears for when it gets really bad
Maybe one day life will be so tough I''ll feel a little sad
Or maybe because it''s not tomorrow I''ll feel a little glad

One day, the pain will swell so hard and then some more
The pain I''ll no longer hold, I''ll then go and cry you a reservoir
Or maybe I''ll have held it in so long to harden me to the core

I see you crouched by a corner store, my tears begin to swell
Deep within me I know you feel the harshest hell
But there is nothing I can do for you and help you no one will

It seems this is the mind of the world, no one seems to care
Consider yourself lucky, at least we know you''re there
But to give you the slightest that it''s true, no one would even dare.

Are you going to go cry to your God above?
Do you really think he''ll shine down his love?
Did you stop and think that maybe it''s him giving you the shove?

So don''t go and cry for yesterday
Don''t shed the slightest tear for today
You''ll have all the more pain tomorrow anyway.

And one not based on misery

As I sit and watch
The silent stars go by
I often think and wonder why
It is to be that we can see
But to touch is not to be
They are little diamonds in the sky
Although more precious then jewels are they
For though they number more than the sands
They can do as none other
Cause someone to lie and wonder
As the stars drift slowly by

doogle

Jul 25, 2002 at 5:12 AM

i dont understand how you people can write poetry about your emotions - when i try i just feel like a complete dick and it all sounds soooo cheezy.

nes8bit

Jul 25, 2002 at 5:43 AM

This is what I call "How Life Fucked Me Over"

They tell me not to be angry because I have no right to be angry. So I will not be angry. They tell me not to be sad because I have no right to be sad. So I will not be sad. I will be happy. I will be happy for those who I trusted too much. I will be happy for the mistake of trusting in children. I have no right to distance myself from my friends so I won''t. I''ll be closer to them than ever. However, they never told me not to be sarcastic. So I will be sarcastic. I will be sarcastic and untrusting. Untrusting and paranoid. Paranoid and sad. Sad and angry... that is all one can do after trust is broken. Break the rules because nothing is working.

Funny because it doesn''t tell you how it did...

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MatrixCubed

Jul 27, 2002 at 8:37 PM

Got a load of spam-mail from Poetry.com stating I''d won a contest for it. Oh well, I enjoyed writing it in any case ...

Lost

And you''ve gone now.
So I see on dark horizons, how my life will change.
Now you embrace eternal sleep, while I live life''s misery.
Alone.

And I''m alone now.
No one to share my life with, inside I feel pain.
Pain to last eternal, since you''ve left my side.
Beside myself.

And I stand in time.
Thinking back to before, could I have done different?
Wanting change for future tragedy, not knowing how.
Tears dry my eyes.

And my eyes see grey.
Life has lost its color, vibrant hues changed to dull.
I know not why I live, for I have died inside.
Come back to me.

Please come back to me.

... and another depressing number ...

My Dark Corner

I step away from myself
I look out into the place I am not in
The world stands apart from me
I am alone in my dark corner

The single candle in a vast unlit room
The lone shell on the beach
Why must I endure this pain?
I live my life in my dark corner

This world, this place is not for me
Yet I am in my natural home
I am so different, yet look the same
Different because of my dark corner

Without love, breathing stale life
Without her, tears dry my eyes
Without tears, I am nothing
Nothing in a dark corner

MatrixCubed
http://MatrixCubed.cjb.net

Jamie7

Jul 28, 2002 at 1:25 AM

quote:
Original post by nes8bit
This is what I call "How Life Fucked Me Over"

They tell me not to be angry because I have no right to be angry. So I will not be angry. They tell me not to be sad because I have no right to be sad. So I will not be sad. I will be happy. I will be happy for those who I trusted too much. I will be happy for the mistake of trusting in children . I have no right to distance myself from my friends so I won''t. I''ll be closer to them than ever. However, they never told me not to be sarcastic. So I will be sarcastic. I will be sarcastic and untrusting. Untrusting and paranoid. Paranoid and sad. Sad and angry... that is all one can do after trust is broken. Break the rules because nothing is working.

Funny because it doesn''t tell you how it did...

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We still doing this thing or is it something new?
I think your friends are doing the good thing to you, only your too blind to see it.

zzuf

Jul 30, 2002 at 3:04 AM

I talk in riddles because no one should know. Wear a mask, slowly it crumbles. Nakedness is ugly... maybe not at first but it becomes more putrid everyday. Pretty soon "I''ll deal" won''t exist. I''ll just be a player in a card game full of cheaters.
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The shadows fell at dusk
You lay there on my bed
Slumber and silent breath
I held back my touch
So still
I could have wathced you forever
Kept you forever with me
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Am I such a horrible person?
Really the lowest human ever?
Horrible, low, hypocritical, fucked-up...
What else?
You''ve seen many people like this?
I''m the worst ever?
I was truly your friend.
It was truly a mistake.
If all you''re after is winning...
Here''s your crown.
I won''t listen and believe I am the person that you say,
I am not.
Here''s your crown bitch.
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I know the contour of your face
Each lash on those bright blue eyes
I know the feel of your touch
Each tense or slight pressure makes me crave for you
I know the taste of your mouth
Each part of your tongue is liquefied sweetness
I know the beat of your heart
Each time it pulses I thank it silently for you
I know the soft Eskimo kisses you give
Each brush against my face comforts me
I know the way you think
Each mood you''re in I understand, so like me
I know this relationship will last
Each time I am even reminded of you, I''m sure
I know that I am in love with you
Each breath I take fills me with more love for you than you could ever know
I love you
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