General Original Poetry

[night faerie]

TOO LONG


It's been too long since you opened your eyes
You feel too numb to feel surprised
Yet this surprises you
Remember how it used to be
looking out across the troubled sea
beneath the raging sky
Sitting on the neutral sand
a pen and paper in your hand
when the pictures flowed, no need to try
Remember how you used to cry
let all the emotion melt inside
and fingerpainting with all the runny colors
so carelessly left behind
you painted a pretty picture then
all wild and innocent from within
and radiating energy
and blatant creativity
It's been too long since you opened your mind
and let it all flow in a rhythm and rhyme
from the deepest of depths
in the poet in you
don't remember the rules
and just do what you do

[Mike]

That is not "general" poetry :)

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Some know what lies ahead, perhaps
Others chose not to look, blindly
Spirits say 'destiny binds you, entraps'
I peer ahead and see, vaguely
Into the darkness, backwards

Before us, hazy--behind us, firmly
But naught is perfect, mishaps
Standing alone I differ, crazy
Some bridges before are not, collapse
Into the darkness, backwards

Does it matter, question
Maybe it is a curse, burden
Maybe it is better, fortune
Maybe it matters not, token
Into the darkness, backwards

It hinders my path ahead, weaken
It confuses and angers me, tension
It steals my life, villain
It opens the darkness I cannot describe, mention
Into the darkness, backwards

It lightens my load, support
It guides and helps me, mentor
It allows me to live, consort
It hides the darkness I cannot bear, abhor
Into the darkness, backwards

It all balances in harmony, unsure
It pulls in all directions, cavort
It is my life I must lead, footsore
It is the darkness that I am, assort
Into the darkness, backwards

[dark fuschia]

damn Malcor! I thought you didn't do the poetry thing. That was awesome.

And nightfairy I can't tell you how much I relate to that poem of yours right now.

edit: I might have unblocked my writers block tonight and have a poem to add.


The smell is on my hands
in my clothes
and in my hair
no matter how clean I get
it will always be there
sweat and blood and dust
sickly and sweet and poison
this is what death smells like
and its driving me insane
you can't escape the chemicals in your brain
if they want to speak of death you gotta hear their refrain
and a brains got a way of speaking in smells
I wish I could forget cos it smells like seven hells
it smells like death
like a dying horses breath
and its evoking inner sights
that I just can't fight
like a dying horses eyes
filled with red of dawning skies
turning back inside her head
she don't want to be dead
she wants to fight
to make it through the night
but the madness takes a hold
and the blindness makes her fold
and her screams fill up the night
she's losing the fight
and I have nothing left to offer
just wait and watch her suffer
cos there comes point
when nothing offers comfort
except a bullet to the head
finally she's dead
and I am released
I hope she's at peace

[Malcor Sylverwood]

:blush:

Thanks, soulstealer. You flatter me. Anyway, that was the only poem (until recently) that I had ever willing written. I'd thought it lost for all time, but I happened to mention it to my oldest friend...and she had saved a copy. :D

Thanks Bec. :D

Anyway, don't take it personal, but I'll read your poem when I get back home...its a little long for $6/hour ;)

-Malcor "No poet" Sylverwood

[jUstIn]

how im here, i do not know
shall i stay, where will i go?
my hearts desire is evading me,
my destiny, i doubt i'll see.
i feel greatness there, right in my soul,
but this life i lead is taking toll.
im fading into the darkest black
and fear i will not turn back.
for pain, and fear, and strife i live
this world takes all i can give.
it leaves me hollow, drained and poor,
but really life is nothing more.
(a work in progress)
~insert triumphant ending later~

[dark fuschia]

Justin I like that. Make sure you post the full thing when you finish it.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Wow, soulstealer...that was very... ~searches for word~

umm...

Tragicroughscarypainfuldesperate.

~nods~

-Malcor "Webster" Sylverwood

[Cloric the Cleric]

This is very, very rough, but...well...here it is anyway...

(edited a spelling error)

I opened the book and pain filled my heart
For the words I read reminded me of what I’d lost.

I miss my muse, my inspiration, my love,
And I beg her to return to me, just once, for awhile.

In my desperation I search, other places, other names
But none can fill the void, the emptiness in my soul.

Years go by, sadness ebbs and flows.
The time seems endless, the days unfulfilled.

One day, turning a corner, I see her.
There, in the crowd, stands the one that I seek.

I rush to her, and throw my arms about her shoulders,
“Why did you leave me?” I wail with anguish. “Did I wrong you?”

She turns to me with a tear in her eye.
“My dear, it was not I who left, it is you who grew.”

“You saw the world beyond me, and thought that it was grand,
So here I sat, waiting for the day I knew, I hoped, would come.”

I took her by the hand, reassuring her that her place in my life
Was as secure now as it always should have been.

And so, returning home, I opened the book, turned to the back,
And put pen to paper once more. And I can write again.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I wrote this in my reflections thread, but I figured it might belong here as well. This wasn't meant to be a poem at all, just a collection of...words? thoughts? But it ended up being one anyway, and with a little editing it acheived its final form seen below.

Helplessness

Perched upon my ledge
Stashed behind my walls
Watching the scene unfold
Time and time again

Bound by decision
Trapped by fate
Things continue to pass
Time and time again

I've been here before
I'll be here again
The world moves on
Time and time again

Unable to act
Unwilling to try
Everything crumbles to dust
Time and time again

Have I seen the way
My lantern sheds no light
Existance fades to black
Time and time again

Helplessness

-Malcor "No poet" Sylverwood

[Cloric the Cleric]

I think I've posted this one elsewhere before, but...well, it's one of my own personal favorites...and you'll never believe how it was written...:)

Remembering


I lay on the grass
Staring up
At the stars shining in heaven
Thinking of nothing
But the love we once shared.
The music we heard.
The colors we saw.
The places we went.
The emotions we felt.
I cry as I think
Of how full you made my life
Everyday that I knew you,
From the first
To the last.

The day I knew
That you had gone
From my life forever
Was one of the worst,
Yet one of the best,
Days of my life.
While I had lost your smile,
Your energy and life,
You had finally lost your pain.

I think back further
To the day we discovered
The beast that was
Spreading itself through
Every fiber of your being
Eating away at your insides,
Disintigrating your dignity.

I remember marching,
Crusading for a cure,
Supporting you through every arduous step.

I remember our fights.
Cursing you, calling you names,
Son of a bitch, Asshole and worse,
Hating you for getting this
Terrible sickness.
Forcing me to watch, helpless,
As the one I loved faded
Slowly into the Darkness.

I remember the way I felt
The day I recieved
The information so terrible
That I couldn't tell you for fear
Of adding to your burden.
But even though I never said,
Never even hinted,
I could see in your eyes,
As you died, you knew.

I lay here today
Knowing how terrible
It is to miss you,
And how hard all I have
To go through will be without you.
But I also know that
Your strength,
The strength you showed and taught me,
Will get me through it all,
Until the day, perhaps soon,
That I will Join you,
And we can love forever.

[Tatum]

Wow Cloric, that was very sad but beautiful too. And you didn't clog it up with too much abstraction. I like poetry that gets its message across, otherwise, what's the point of sharing your poetry if its so embelished you miss the authors intent?

Well, I used to write quite a bit but in the last few years I sort of fell out of it. Plus I don't like sharing my writing cuz I'm not good at taking criticism. :D Anyway, I found one that I thought I'd share..not my best but far from my worst. I think its one that many if not most can relate to.

YOU

I wonder, will you ever know
the careless words, were crushing blows?
And each would birth a little brick
from which a wall grew tall and thick.
Behind that wall, the real me,
stood waiting there for you to see.
You never looked, nor called my name.
I needed you, you never came.
I saw you when you turned to go,
I wonder, will you ever know?

[dark fuschia]

Tatum I can really relate to that poem. I am sure most people can, its really beautifully written.

And Cloric I remember reading that poem before, its a hard one to forget :) Like Tatum said it's both sad and beautiful.

Malcor I think you've totally been holding out on us. I hope you can churn out more.

[sir archely]

for most stuff i'm willing to share, you'll have to take a jaunt to my reflection thread. however, i wrote this one a while back. then, i had a different kind of night, and this other one came out. i think they are kind of companion poems. they certainly aren't a single poem, but they are two sides of the same coin, so they fit together somehow. anyway, here they both are. i don't think the second is as good as the first, but that's okay.

tonight i laugh, and smile
tonight i just sit a while
tonight i spend time with friends
tonight i can pretend

i pretend to be careless and worry free
i pretend that nothing troubles me
i pretend there is no pain i feel
i pretend and my pretending is real

i am careless, my smiles sincere
i am happy, with nothing to fear
i am shining, just like the sun
i am joyous, life is so fun

tomorrow it starts, everything that i dread
tomorrow it begins, new things in my head
tomorrow it dawns, tho' i drag my feet
tomorrow it rises, and when it does, i'm beat.

but tonight, tonight is still mine
i take a deep breath and everything's fine
and i realize it's alright,
because right now...right now is tonight.

================================

tonight drags on, people talk to me.
tell me how, things might be.
i need to do this, i need to go here,
their fixed-on smiles drifting to sneers.

tonight my tasks are many in number,
i must finish them all, before i turn to slumber.
calls to make and bills to pay,
all due when the night turns to day.

tonight just won't end, or give me release,
this headache i have, it keeps me from peace.
the heat is obscene, sweat slides down my neck,
my room's in disarray, my mind is a wreck.

tonight i'm tired, not body but mind,
i'm in a tunnel, the light i can't find.
the ceiling drops down, and in the sides bend.
why can't this horrible night just come to an end?

then i go to sleep, and it's all gone,
i go to sleep, and up comes the sun.
as soon as i'm gone, the night is gone too,
and tomorrow, tomorrow's brand new.

[satan]

i have 2 rather light-hearted poem i wrote today on a picnic.. ok, well i didn't actually write them.. but i thought of the ideas for them. Not my best, just fun to write.. and of course experiance

Sunlight plays off of her hair
Simply irresistible
Skin as sweet as a summer breeze
She leans against me
I lean against her
Her rock, Her warmth
Lips so soft and tantalizing
Breath like magic
I wrap my arms around her
Warding off the impending cold
Flicks of light captivate her attention
Millions of them play
Weaving in and out of the woods
Fairies wanting us to join
Darkness threatens to surround us
Sunlight all but gone
So I mount, and we make our way
Lit only by the fireflies
=====================
Crouched on a branch grinning like a Cheshire cat
Letting the open arms of summer caress me
The sun strains to break through the shade
But manages only dapples that dance on my face
Freshly pressed grass weaves it’s way through the air
Birds flirt with the wind, making barely aborted dives
Dancing along with a beat in my step no drummer could match
A world of infinite possibilities contained in a grove in the middle of a field

(actually i wrote 2 other endings to go with it but i liked this one the best... i think)

by the way i just want to say everyone's poetry is lovely, i didn't come across one i didn't like. and Arch, i like the way the paralel eachother, although i relate to the second one more

[satan]

memories unknown
(not too sure about the title.. i'll see later)

Quiet ghosts lurk behind my hands
Waiting for my attention to wane
So they can spill their words from my fingers
Their memories slip through my pen
Caress my paper with their lives
I allow this in my own fashion
simply ignore their existence
claim their work for mine
The demons wait there too
To twist my innocent words
To make me wise beyond my years
They are truly mine
Not simply others pasts
They are the ones I fear
They hold my truth and love
Masquerading as those harmless ghosts
Blurring fiction and reality
They scorn me for my weakness
And so I let them pass
But one by one so no one sees
The truth behind the mask

[satan]

another one.. i have no idea where it came from and it freaks me out


Tonight was perfect
The moon was just right
And the stars winked at me
Knowing what was to come
I saw you out my window
As a hurried to get ready
My shining prince on a ’62 steed
Silently calling my name

Tonight was perfect
I crept down the stair
And into your arms
We made our wishes on a shooting star
And grinned knowing what they were
Yours was mine
And mine yours

Tonight was perfect
The air whipped around us
As we sped down the highway
Hand in hand
The only thing on our minds, freedom
You had finally come
To rescue me
And so I sat, content

Tonight was perfect
I could have sworn everything was fine
Until you pulled over
To the side of the road
I didn’t understand
Wasn’t quite sure
But then I saw a gleam in your eyes
A new gleam

Tonight was perfect
I tried to open the door
To get some fresh air
And clear my head
Maybe I had imagined it?
But you grabbed my hand
I couldn’t go
I understood

Tonight was perfect
As you grabbed my other hand
And flung yourself to my side of the car
Too shocked to speak
I just sat there
Unseeing, unthinking
I heard you mutter something
As you undid my seatbelt
And rolled up the windows

Tonight was perfect
This is what was supposed to happen
But not this way
I tried to explain
But you had you couldn’t hear me
I understood, but couldn’t believe

Tonight was perfect
Until you pulled over that car
And condemned me
To a life of lurking fears
And trustless relationships
I should hate you
But all I can do is cry

[satan]

and this is sort of an explaination...

The highwayman is waiting
To hijack my writings
To turn innocence into experience
To warp sweet love poems
Into things of fear and loathing
His reasons for choosing me go unknown
I can’t decide if he’s a blessing or a curse
But there he sits on the side of my mind
Waiting to slaughter all that is sweet
And spread dreadful things to seed

[satan]

and then after those two.. i needed to write something happy.. my first attempt was not happy, so i abandoned it.. this worked better
Love twinkles on your lips
And sparkles in your eyes
Devotion is in your voice
And lives within your wink
Affection clings to your tongue
And lurks inside your kiss
Anticipation in your words
And in your actions too
Excitement races through me
And sneaks through in a grin
I’ll not be with you tonight
But tomorrow’s possibilities, endless

[Anita Blake]

well, i wrote this a long long time ago, probably close to 10 years ago, but i think it's not too terrible. :D


Journey I wanted to show the world
Show them what I could be.
I hoped I would be special,
I wanted to be more than me.

I climbed the highest mountain,
I swam the deepest sea,
Yet when all of this was done
I found that I was still me.

I learned to control the weather
I controlled all humanity;
But when I fell asleep at night,
I dreamt that I was still me.

I got myself some money
I bought lots of jewelry;
But when I looked in the mirror,
I knew that I was just me.

I destroyed the highest mountain,
And I drained the deepest sea,
And when all was said and done,
It appeared I was still only me.

I gave away my money
Lost control of humanity;
I stopped controlling the weather;
Threw away all my jewelry;
I rebuilt the highest mountain,
Put water back into the sea;
And lo and behold,
I looked at myself
To discover someone greater than me.

[night faerie]

7-25-03
LATER THAT NIGHT...

You know when the pain
envelops you
so deeply, you cant breathe
and every star drops a tear for you
cause they know that you cant leave
and everyone is beautiful
but you, your beauty fades
and everyone who's dear to you
holds you here, within your pain...

[dark fuschia]

to gleaming steel and heady smog
my thoughts turn now and then
I miss their secret beauty
and the dreams their presence sends

and though the winter morning
of a verdant new grown green
is pretty to another's eye
for me, it doesn't mean a thing

for always my heart lingers
in a metal, molten world
where by racing cogs of industry
the future is unfurled

a world of lights and wheels and pipes
of silver glass bright towers
exploding from the fertile streets
like giant overblown flowers

for though the greenies mope and sigh
and shake indignant heads
I know with canny certainty
the earth is never dead



++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +



empty and spent
happy but bent
I'm feeling fine and everything is moving on
laughing a while
seeing you smile
its all I needed for the days to come
I've been wasted
I've been tested
I've been broken up to little bits
it happens to everyone I think
just glad I'm still here
glad I didn't give in
something told me to hold on
so I did.

[dark fuschia]

I remember the day I became the devil's child
warped my soul and sold my smile
a demon of a thousand telling eyes
a thousand promises
a thousand lies
locked itself within my brain
cast itself to be my bane
thirst untold
hatred unquenched
firey passions so twisted and bent
beyond my natural form within
an ever secret ancient sin
seeking answers to a tale untold
I followed him around the world
till the hunger took its toll
starved and gaunt, beyond control
fallen from the highest peak
I'd climbed to be within his reach
but no hand came to stop my fall
no matter how loud I called
his name
his name
his precious name
if I forgave him all he's done
can I forgive myself the same?
for I became the devil's child
and I cried in the full knowledge of my act
and I cried because I could not turn back
in a world devoid of beauty for so long a while
all I sought was his blessed beguile
it's all that's left
for beauty is the devil's child
and kin seeks kin
and I seek home
though tides have swept me far along
for I have made myself the devil's child
and all who see me do not see me
and all who don't
see me... the nothingness

[Mike]

I'm writing a line.
It looks happy and fine.
Another one added.
Another embedded.
And I didn't forget to rhyme.

[Jonboy]

:D yeah...

my life is a dream
A dream of falling
I wait for the end to come
In terror i fall
But still i sleep
The end is rushing to me
i never hit
I never slow
Forever i continue falling
I see the ground
Its never far
And still i dont stop falling
When it comes
I know it will
Nothing will i fear
ill hit the ground
and never wake
and wish i was still falling

[Jonboy]

Wendsday
Another day gone
time creeping to find our end
and when its all said and done
we are the same
uncanny likness to the stars we live among
none shining much brighter than any other
all having thier time to bee seen
when is my day to shine?

[Jonboy]

my world is spliraling
something doesnt seem right
sleep may be the cause
but i seem to be dancing with insanity
i need to loose myself in something
to be consumed by something once more
nothingness is good for awhile
but it wears u thin, makes you weak
clouds thoughts, consumes your soul
maybe not consuming, maybe revealing
so your soul burns so hot it sears you
either way, it changes a person
the lens u see yourself through distorts
and changes what u see
which changes how u react
which changes you
the cycle deepens, and u awake different
i am changing, for good or bad i do not yet know
but tomarrow i will be different
the world has not found me yet, they may
maybe tomarrow, probly not, probly never
i see my life, hit pause, maybe slo mo is what i need
or a brief transition to fast
what will, will
The Dream continues, when will i wake?



~reflection~
despite recurring themes, this was written at least 3 years ago..... "wensday" was as well...

[night faerie]

Someone's getting sick in the bathroom
Someone's making coffee in the kitchen
There are passed-out, half-naked, sleeping bodies
of young people scattered all around my apartment
and I am STILL tripping out.
I remember the heat of the night
and the beer runs around 2a.m.
I remember taking the acid
and smoking some joints with my friends
I remember some people leaving
and making sure no one was driving home drunk
around the same time that girl freaked out
about the sun as it was coming up
(of course, the 3 hits of acid she took four hours earlier didn't help matters any)
I remember giving up trying to supervise everything
around 8a.m.
and starting to follow my trip
and soon someone walked around taking orders for coffee and tea
and looking for the pack cigarettes
that had mysteriously disappeared over the course of the evening
I offered her one of my secret stash and
marvelled at the inevitable natural cycle of things

[Abraxas77]

Sweet Dreams

Dreams of the night are lost by day.
Closing my eyes, I beg them to stay.
Yet here I remain,
In fear, in vain,
Waiting for dreams to take me away.

[dark fuschia]

aww 77 that poem is so cool

[epiph]

I put you on a pedestal.
I made you my god,
the center of my world.
I made you my ideal,
I looked up to you.
You became my point of stability,
I made you older than you were,
a tea-stained north star.
You grew up for me.

Now I have to knock you off that pedestal,
even though I still think you deserve it.
I have to stop my faith in you,
break your centrifugal force,
I have to look down on you now,
see you as a child
who tried,
but couldn't grow up for me,
couldn't be a stable point.
I have to lose you now.

[dark fuschia]

wow... Epi... wow you have captured a feeling so well.


pale detachment
is his caste
shielded in smirks
ice in his laugh

politic hands
fidget freely
he’s sitting now
across from me

his look attuned
unshaded scorn
madness in his eye
is born

the bounds you see
I’ve over stepped
his rules I have
no longer kept

I see he thinks
I’ll just give in
I see he thinks
he’s going to win

but all I see
is red and blue
anger, sorrow
mingled through

yesterday
he was a friend
now he attacks
to what end?

words of cultured hate
fall out
they flit around
and float about

a curse he lays
upon my soul
born of nothing true
at all

do not grasp them
give him time
to realise
this is a crime

but no the words
not taken back
vehemence
they do not lack

my friend is gone
there’s nothing left
no spark of he
who I first met

it’s funny at times
I notice things
the shirt he wears
he wore when we met
one year ago…
when he was kind and chivalrous
before he’d ever touched a sniff
of coke or x or other bliss

the shirt’s the same
but he is not

and he has won
his little game
achieved his aim
and caused me pain

I’m sorry now
I can’t remember
yesterday
it’s a dead ember

all I see
is before me
he has declared me
enemy

so yesterday
is flown and cold
a forgotten thing
like his soul

[Waffles]

Other

Unavoidably
We are drawn
To each other
Fighting
It is useless
So we trust
In each other
Unequivocably
We promise
That the other
Will always
And ever be
Number one
To maintain
What little
Sanity
We have left
For loving
Each other
Breaks down
The walls
Of reason
Then someone
Breaks the promise
To each other
And the pain
That comes
Is unavoidable
Unbearable
What to do?
Should one leave
The other
To go
And heal
The hurt?
Or should one
Fight
And cause guilt
On the other?
Revenge is sweet
If there
Is no love
And bitter
If there is
Love
One another
He says
But how
can one
Love pain?

[satan]

One Night

I slip in between the sheets
Only to be greeted by an infinite expanse of purple
So cold and forlorn
Was it only last night that you were here?
My living pillow
Breath matching mine as we slept
Entwined in each others limbs
Now I’m freezing and alone
Your lingering scent on my pillow
The only solid reminder that you were here
Only a night ago

[Waffles]

Here's a little poem for a little girl
She asked me to write one, so I'll give it a whirl
Its not very long, or very good
But I have to because she says I should

Now I must go because of a tute
That and my students are rather cute
But I'll be back soon to hopefully write
A better poem, or else she will bite :p

[Waffles]

My One True Love

I see you sitting there
Inviting me
Wanting me
To hold you in my hands
Take your curved body
And bring you to my lips
Tasting you
Enjoying you
Black as the night
And clothed in red
Your familiar name
Reminds me
Beckons me
How much I want you
Your effervescence
And incredible sweetness
Pleasures me
Fulfills me
My lips on your neck
Your smooth, clear skin
Betraying your goodness
Inside you
I need you










Sweet sweet Coca-Cola

[night faerie]

PRESSURES
Too many tears
I still have to weep
Too many memories
I will have to keep
Too many chances
I will have to take
Too many hearts
I will have to break

Who was it that said
youth might be King?
I'm afraid to admit
that I still feel its sting
Too much is changing
in the world, and in me
Too much remains
to do, and to be
Too much to know
and I do want it all
Too much to face
and I have to stand tall

In my early twenties
so much lies ahead
Too much to deal with
so I crawl into bed
and reflect on the past
It makes me feel weary
but it's just the beginning
of my really long journey

I know I can make it
I stand ready and bold
but there's so far to go
that it makes me feel old

[sir archely]

hey hey hey, i have a poem. inspiration struck me as i was getting in bed, and i've learned to actually write these things down before i sleep now because no matter how much i tell myself i will, i never remember in the morning. :dozey: anyway, it's quill-like, at least in my mind, so i wanted to share it.

i like it, it's rough, and simple, but i think i like it rough and simple. seems to fit. anyway...here. :)

Magic

I've got sprites and brownies in the kitchen
a dragon's sleeping on the lawn.
A dwarf is snoring at the chess board,
as an elf takes his pawn.

A leprechaun is shaving,
(i had to get him a stool.)
A dryad's in the garden,
and an ogre's in the pool.

Magic swords are in the closet,
a dozen, or two, or three.
Gallons of potions in the fridge,
I'll give you some, for free.

A wizard's at my computer,
looking online for a new hat.
Waiting next to use it
is a witch and her quiet black cat.

A centaur's playing some music,
and the unicorn is groovin' along.
The vampire's got some shades on
doin' karaoke with the song.

The werewolf is doin' his hair,
I've given the hell-hound a bone.
And the four little gremlins
are tyin' up my phone.

See, the world didn't want magic no more,
that much at least was clear.
So i cleaned up the floor, opened the door,
and gave magic a home right here.

[dark fuschia]

LOL That poem is awesome arch. Your new apartment sounds so cool :D

[night faerie]

man, arch, you are one tough act to follow. so this is just a little ditty.

FAERY

Fluttering madly amidst the blossoms
erratic, ecstatic, ironic, psychotic
can you see the mischief in their eyes?
their wings glitter magically as they fly
so i sit in my magic garden
and i watch the faeries pixie dance
illuminated and hypnotized
tripping on my vision
peeping becomes my passion
but the way they flit and float between
the blades of grass, a twist
on hide-and-go-seek
intrigues me so
they laugh at me, watching
with my meek mortal eyes
open wide and tearful
the beauty of their permanent celebration
overwhelms me

[satan]

Forgotten Memories

Who are you again?
Half covered by my dirty sheet
Something tells me I should know you
What is that nudging my memory?
Longing blue eyes
Two loving lips
Why do you look so sad?
Now half dressed with tears in your eyes
I don’t understand
Say something
Where are you going?
Zipping up your jacket
Tears replaced with sad determination
Why won’t you answer me?!
Desperation creeps into my heart
Wait
Something brushes my memory…
Hope blooms in your eyes
Only to be crushed by my silence
The only sound, your feet on the gravel

I stare at the rumpled sheet you left behind
Who are you again?
No matter
I will always remember you,
The silent man with the tears in his eyes

[satan]

Midnight lover

Your arms are so welcoming
Waiting patiently for me
No matter how long I’m gone

Your embrace is fresh
Like the first time my body touched yours
Comforting as an old friend
Exciting as a new partner

I get chills when I think about you
And your warm sweet caress
Anticipating our next night together

You are my midnight lover
Forever mine
I’ll never forget you, my first

I miss you when sleep around
It’s never the same
Never as good,
And yet I must cheat sometimes
For what kind of person would I be
If I brought my mattress everywhere with me?

[Tatum]

Okay, so I came across my journal the other day and found some old poems that I'd written. I thought I'd share a few of them.

Abandon

I am enveloped in dark
and you are not near.
Have you abandoned me,
or just gone in search of light?

It's not unusual
that I find myself here,
alone in the night
lost somewhere between dreams and tomorrow.

Lately though, there is fear.
An uneasiness plays tag with the shadows.
And night whispers the promise
of lonely days.

As I wonder why you have taken so long
to find your way back,
the emptiness finds me
and I begin to weep.

I scream out your name
but you cannot hear me.
You have found your light
and left me behind.

[Tatum]

Untitled

Sometimes I forget,
my heart still beats inside.
An echo so common to my soul,
its song has long since died.

Its not that I mean to remember,
nor that I need to forget,
its not that I don't listen closely,
nor that I'm too full of regret.

This fading of fond rhythmic pulsing,
can only be cause of one thing.
My heart whispers too softly and sadly
for my soul to allow it to sing.

[Tatum]

and finally, LOOK, ITS NOT A SAD ONE THIS TIME :p

Forgiveness

Make peace with your troubles
Use twilights bathing waters
as the wind for your sail
to wash upon my shore
all bruises from baggage
too heavy for one person's back
And there I will lighten your load
so together we may roll emotions and pain
into sweet candles
that cry melting memories
of dripping wax
leaving only the flame
to continue the dance
breaking the night
and burning the dark.
Always our reminder
of the unconditional sacrifice
spoken only through dawn.
Whose larger light
will crest the end of forever
and promise new life.

[Waffles]

You make me smile with everything you say
You put the moon in my night and the sun in my day
No matter how blue my life may seem to me
Hearing your voice washes away the misery
I can't tell you how much I love you sis
But if I must say something it would be this:
If ever you need someone to love or to hold
I'll always be here for you, young and old.

Sorry for the gushiness :p

[satan]

It took me a few minutes
To realize I left the path behind,
That the hems of my pants were damp
From the earth’s midnight tears
But I kept walking
Driven by some unseen force
Speed slowly increasing
So that I was nearly running when I saw him
A living shadow
Slipping between the trees with ethereal ease
A glint in his Unseen eyes
Before I could blink he was beside me
I felt the cool chill of his embrace
As our breath mingled,
The sickly sweet smell of unrealized lust
We stood there for a few moments
Perhaps years
Then as if answering to some divine command
I surrendered to passion
And made love to the night

[Curtis]

A silly poem I wrote during my most recent revival of creativiness.

Etiquette of a Kiss

Well, there is the First Kiss, tentative and sweet
Heisitant, half-waiting, fear that she will pull away
And the Kiss Goodbye saving up the memory
Enought to hold you over until another day

A Kiss that's Mutual, and both
Lean into it as one
And the Kiss of Passion
With fire on its tongue

The Sudden Kiss Impulsive
That you do not expect,
And the teasing Playful Kiss
With your lover at your neck

A Kiss of Longing Promise
Which makes your heart pound in your chest
And the Kiss of True Love
Which is said to be the best

And when the sky is weeping
There is a Kiss out in the Rain
And a Kiss That Changes Everything
And you can never be the same

A Kiss on the Cheek, a Kiss on the Hand
A Kiss on the Mouth that steals your breath
A Kiss of Sorrow for all that was lost
A Kiss in Joy for all that is left

Kisses that Laugh against your mouth
Kisses that Bruise and Kisses that Heal
Most tender, the Kiss that is shared
But sweetest, the Kiss that you Steal.

[Dragoness]

Curtis- You really do have a talent, y'know. And it seems to come out best in your sappy and/or sensual stuff. Cuz you're just like that and not enough people are :)
I personally think you ought to post "The Hazards of Sharing a Bed." Because it was good. *nods*
I'm looking for the 9-11 Sestina I wrote... but I seem to not have it where I thought I left it...

[sir archely]

it's tattered and torn
weatherbeaten and worn
it's edges are frayed
colors slowly fade
in the wind it whips
no stripes, now strips
wet, with mold
soiled, and old
hangs overnight, no light
such a sorry sight
you walk by, don't see
your pride snaps, falls free
into mud, into dirt
not the last, not the first
who cares? just a fad
yours goes up, neighbors are glad
empty of meaning, devoid of heart
a dollar a dozen, at wal-mart
new in old's place
takes its pole, fills the space
younger, newer, brighter
red-er, blue-er, white-er.

[Jennifer]

*sigh* That is so true arch. :(

[Curtis]

I personally think you ought to post "The Hazards of Sharing a Bed."
I'm looking for the 9-11 Sestina I wrote... but I seem to not have it where I thought I left it...

Er. Am not sure if that is appropriate for this forum.

~mails you your poem~

To a Can by the Side of the Highway



Lying on the side of the road,
Unneeded, unwanted, discarded
Left by the wayside of life
As baggage undesired

The plants have grown you over
How long there have you lain?
How long since your purpose, now fulfilled
Has left you an empty husk?

And how long will you lay there
As the Mother hides your shame
How long will you be passed by
Unnoticed, merely trash?

Until perhaps, all evidence
Of your presence is gone
Until the earth has grown around you
Given you the burial you never had?

And like the graves of many men
Will yours go untended, unvisited
And for those who left you there
You are not even a memory?

Like a million others like you
That I've forgotten myself
You are gone beyond the past
As if you never were.

[dark fuschia]

Curtis the kiss one is my favourite of yours. That was marvellous.

our souls will laugh in heaven for the fools we've been on earth
we'll grin and joke and wink and smile at all this earthly hurt
the cruel things said, the hateful acts, will make us roll in mirth
in heaven, life will be a joke, for a joke is all it's worth

:(

[night faerie]

INTERNETWORK
kindred spirits
speaking silent
broken hearts
and drifting clouds
holding softly
to a twilight
loneliness
forever bound

kindred spirits
pull me through
fevers and blisters
and blinded by truth
winding my way
through torment and tears
raped and remembered
I find myself here

The tears that I have never shed
they glint in my eyes as I say
we're both here,
and both alone
and still a world away

[Dragoness]

Nearly-Sestina, Written While Confused, Subject Matter Obvious (thanks Curtis)

For the first time it's hit - well, home
Our planes take us out in 3 easy blasts
As all of a sudden everyone is going nowhere
And people keep waiting for an upbeat song
We can’t make ourselves turn off the radio
But all of the happiness seems to be lost.

If we had god, they say, we wouldn't be lost
Stabbed through the gut with debris from broken homes
Watching our children have a blast
Killing each other their lives heading nowhere
While God blesses America with every song
As we cluster around the radio.

Still we listen, hating the voices on the radio
Who let the understanding be lost
In a din of politicians saying they’ll protect our homes
Do the impossible and stop another blast
Against good old freedom by fanatics from nowhere
Why won’t they shut up and let us sing a song?

Damn God and America - words to our song
Cursing the cowed violence-mongering radio
Where the important questions are lost
Under the hatred here at home
Far from those lands of bombs and blasts
Here as flags celebrate our great rise from nowhere

And our impending takeover of everywhere
To hit them baby one more time like it’s only a song
Just like God Bless America from every radio
Our great interventionist nation has lost
Its memory and meddled further from home
We’ll party like it's 1999, Israel, while you have a blast.

We don’t care if you blast
Each other into dust cause you're nowhere
And we could buy you for a song
We don't care until our very own radios
Won’t stop talking about five thousand lives lost
In an instant, here at home.

Planes from our home will blast
Us into just another nowhere singing sad songs
Tied to the radio, crying for our arrogance lost.

[epiph]

Journal

Pages of a book,
so few are blank now.
Even when you don't,
you fill all the pages.
It's like a discourse between you and my heart
on paper.
Aged with tears and sniffles,
and such amazingly comforting hugs.
They made everything seem fine,
even when we were saying goodbye
and hot bitter tears streamed down my face.
None of my tears have fallen on these pages,
although they've glistened in my eyes over them.
This little book has heard my sobs,
when they were not strangled with being brave for you.
I love to be brave for you,
to sacrifice my happiness for yours,
but no one can live like that,
even with such a faithful brown paged friend.



the best of my few break up poems.

[night faerie]

this is funny cause I wrote it a million years ago but it mentions both Sherbert AND Insolence!!! :D
6-30-94

Simple Pleasures

Silver feathered tealeaves
Float merrily downstream
Past golden guitar strings
Toward the land of dreams
Testing out the waters
Safety pins shiver, and retreat
They huddle together in the shade
Of a nearby strawberry cream
Manila folders envy
The tealeaves’ journey down
But chipmunks giggle at the site of
Tealeaves swirling all around
Fleurescent light bulbs dance insolently
Pretending to be clowns
And rainbow sherbert sings
A silent silhouetted sound
Silver feathered tealeaves
Float merrily downstream
Past golden guitar strings
Toward the land of dreams

[Malcor Sylverwood]

This is about the only piece of poetry I've ever spent any real time on, and its more a collection of images than anything...but ~shrugs~

"Clash"
He stands alone
Silhouetted by a harsh light
Looking, wanting, never finding
She stands alone
Pale skin in the dark
Wanting, finding, never keeping
Both are incomplete
Two halves of unknown wholes
Mirror images across distance
Distant voices through time
Good and evil, light and dark
So the dance begins
Drawing near
Unable to coalesce
Reflections and eclipses
Dusky rays of light and murky shadows
Lines of order in the chaos
Still they reach out
Tearing down the boundaries
Fighting themselves, fighting each other
Reaching out, pulling back
Worlds are created and destroyed
In the briefest touch reality freezes
A place of purple skies and warm rain
Green fields and caves behind waterfalls
Order cannot hold and chaos reappears
Throwing them apart
A pool of tears and a lake of blood
A cry of pain fading fast
Once, still, always alone

[satan]

i wrote 3 lines of a poem a few months ago and i couldn't come up with and ending that i liked in any way shape or form, but by george i think i've done it

no title as of now...

The words don’t swim in front of my eyes
On the contrary each letter is painfully clear
Assaulting my sight with their stark absolutness
The night has flown by in a blur
Each instance in pointed contrast to the next
Forming an indistinguishable lump
That feeds on me like a cancer
Welcomed as freedom from life’s monotony
Yet with another glace I see it’s been there all along
Something in today made me search anew
For that hidden part of life
It seems it’s not what I expected
So I’ll shove it back in the closet with the rest
And turn to start my hunt once more

[dark fuschia]

This poem is one of the first ones I wrote. It's about the poet Sylvia Plaith, who commited suicide. Her husband Ted was villified by the media because it was known he cheated on her with a woman called Assia. A few years later Assia also commited suicide, taking her own child with her.

uneasy interloper, Assia is her name
makes a strange love triangle of mangled poet fame
a double suicide is the end of this game
the murder of a child, a finale to the pain

the gassing of a mother while her children upstairs sleep
the beginning of a circus for the media to reap
the torments of a man who will never easy sleep
the ticket now to fame for a dead woman to keep

the sad story of genius always turns the eye
to airless heights of misery we hope to never fly
who were the two dark women that made a choice to die?
one has left us words of pain and tears for us to cry

who was the man who loved her of intense acid kiss
a violence lay between them, unspeakable as bliss
but love burns cold if burnt too hot and one can't ever miss
the lonliness that takes a hold in hearts not built for this

the rest is told in poetry, domesticity gone wrong
Sylvia, goddess of despair, madonna to the throng
Assia, cloud of darkness, in this life could not belong
and Ted, dodge accusation for the rest of your life, long

[night faerie]

wendy-bird, you KILL me! That was one of your FIRST poems? All my first poems were like oh woe is me, my parents hate me, my puppy-love crush ended in tragedy, death and destruction (Yes, I did write a heavy metal song called death & destruction. actually, I still think its not a bad song. Chorus goes "Death & Destruction, they're my education... Death & Destruction, its what I've been taught... Death & Destruction, its what I've been turned to... Forced down my throat, though survival I've sought" ok well look it was the eighties, I was like 15 :rolleyes: ) ANYWAY... so yeah wendy, you are SOOO the better poet. totally.

That said, I so totally cant compete with you. (but I'll tryyyy...)

NIGHTSHADE
Silence envelopes me
Like a lovers warm embrace
Moonlight glows a candle
Illuminates my face
Quiet breeze
Cool and light
Stirs my spirit and my hair
Rustling the tree leaves
Whispering a friend is near
Too far gone past midnight
For most to be awake
The air perfumed with nightshade
And music only crickets make
The stars twinkle friendly greeting
They wink at me
We mock the sleeping
Quiet breeze
Cool and light
Silent ease
My love, my night

[Fyrebloom]

a love sonnet.

The autumn wind turns biting cold
But in your arms I feel such heat
My skin is warmed by kissed bold
Which cover me from head to feet

I fall so deep into your eyes
And swimming fast in stormy blue
I find at last my wanton prize
Your firey passion burning true

To unheard songs we dance so fine
I sing to you my true love's tune
Your heart's rhythm melds with mine
becoming one beneith the moon

And with a touch upon my brow
I fall from heaven to the now

[Fyrebloom]

Magic Missle

It begins with a thought
her will is bent on it
She reaches within for the strength
She reaches without for the earthly link
the herbs burn her hands
the magic awakens

It flows from her mouth
her speach is spidery and delecate
she reaches within her mind for the words
she reaches out to remember, but the words slip away as she speaks
the herbs crush and slip through her fingers
the magic flows

It shoots forth from her fingers
her hands glow cool with silver light
she reaches within, pulling the power through her body
she reaches forward guiding the power on
the herbs are consumed in flame as they fall
the magic ebbs and sleeps once more.

[satan]

The restaurant
I sit alone at a table for two
Silently wondering your reason this time
Working late again?
As if they don’t have enough of your time
Go out for drinks with the “boys”?
Or did you just forget?
Again
I order a bottle of wine
But I leave it unopened
Waiting for your arrival
Perhaps you’re just late
Surely you care more than this
Forgetting today is like forgetting us
The minuets drag by
I can see the waiters sweat forming
He doesn’t want to ask me to leave
Men can’t handle a crying woman
Firelight flickers off my tears
One night was all I asked
A figure of our love
I walk out swearing never to let you do this again
I’ll not be your puppet
And yet I fear that I’ll be here again next week
Wiping the tears from my eyes
Watching the waiter sweat

[satan]

YAY ADDICTION!

Masochist

It’s sick to love something that is slowly destroying me
Consuming me from the inside out
Devouring my soul along with my body
Capturing me in an inescapable addiction
A never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain
A marriage of Bliss and Agony
Lovers in a constant war
And my stomach their battle field
But I curl my body around the ache
Content in the knowledge of my decay
Delighting in the remnants of the drug
And drift to sleep with a smile on my face
For tomorrow brings another battle
And a new cup of coffee

[epiph]

You are in most of my hair now.
It has grown around your presence,
twisted around you at night.

I don't want to leave you,
you are part of me now.
But the clock keeps dinging
“Time! Time!”

I think that's why I've been letting it grow,
resisting cutting it,
resisting cutting you out.

Hair carries memories
the same way it carries THC residues.
When I leave,
I'll cut it.

But I've been pondering keeping it
once it's cut.
A remnant of you that I can carry
until you, or it, turn to dust

[night faerie]

Slowly now, just ease the pain
from deep in the night
to the glory of day.
Go now, on your rocking horse, and live past day to day, life as it is, as is the way. Let it pass through you, let it run wild through your bones. I remember, running through the fields, out into the forest beyond. Looking for something; something familiar. And grasping at straws, changing them to what I knew, became second nature, and drew me back to the flowers from my field.
Cold enough to stray;
comfortable enough to stay.

[night faerie]

hehe, I knew that one would leave y'all speechless :rolleyes: ok hows about something maybe a little more reader-friendly to kick things off again?

EARLY MORNING BLUES

9a.m. and I just awoke
but I didn't get to sleep till 7
on two hours sleep life is a joke
and here I am
popping vivarin
I need some speed
to keep me going
I need some cool aggressive tunes
I feel like death warmed over
I've got the early morning blues
Last night is a blur to me
too many shots and cigarettes
but the rhythm kept me going
I've got no regrets but sometimes it gets
real hard to keep the blood moving
it's just the early morning blues
and I'm paying all my dues
for living in the fast lane
it's how I fan the flame
and try to fly

[satan]

i was agrivated with an essay that wouldn't write its self.. just a while document with a blinking cursor mocking my writersbock..

White
Its purity revolts me
Pristine, it mocks
Every stain, every mark
Every imperfection of the soul

Without words it accuses
Of unrepeatable sins
Fatal flaws in my construction
Undeniable urges

So I sit and stare
Hoping my gaze will mar it
Crack its virgin shell
Contaminate it, with me

[dark fuschia]

The bile begins to rise, flying into the skies
beside a hornet jet
of something loud and buzzing,
we honour a murderer with the stamp of officiallity
while his men hold guns on our gun free soil
they say they are free
but they are only free of thinking for themselves
I used to have hatred
but now it's only pity
for a country of good people
who support great evil in blindess

[Curtis]

Cool autumn morning
I awaken beside you
It is new, and strange

I wake up alone
It is familiar and sad
Because I miss you

[night faerie]

Summer, now, has almost passed
and even now, I am in the midst
of packing in
as much fun
as I possibly can.
The laundry will just have to wait until autumn.

I've seen lots of green
and lots of skin
and tons of summer rains
I've walked many miles
along rugged roads
and danced with abandon
at musical shows
and made friends with strangers
who camped nearby
I have scoffed at dangers
and been entranced by the sky
I have stayed out all night
drinking in bars
and talking with friends
under sparkling stars

sigh.
Its been a busy summer.
busy in a good way, but busy.
I am tired.

I long for the short days of winter
when I can hide within my home
Light the room with candles
and relax, and be alone
Drink hot chocolate and sit under the window
and marvel at the sparkling snow
and curl up in bed with a new book to read
and keep the music low
I wistfully remember
the eager ride home from work
wrapping up in flannel cow print pajama bottoms
and a super soft sweater
It seems like a million years since I've rested.
I'm ready for winter now.

Damn, I forgot I still have to wait through autumn.
Well, I guess the laundry's got to get done sometime.
:rolleyes:

[dark fuschia]

LOL NF, I love this one, I remember you longing for winter last time summer was coming to an end too. Wow I know you long time :D

[Tatum]

Wow NF, I agree with wendy, that was a great poem. It made me sad that summer is over but happy that I can soon light my fireplace and crawl under my goose down comforter to watch movies while it rains outside. :D

[Tatum]

Only Then

If I try to walk away,
catch my hand,
ask me to stay,
tell me you need me.
Promise me the effort I deserve.
See me for the person that lives inside,
at the core of all the window dressing.
Look for my heart,
still untouched, unseen, unheard.
Love me because you do.
Find me because you want to.
Risk me because you can't breathe without me.

[dark fuschia]

Lunch break ditty, inspired by a spinach and cheese roll and some ginger beer (mmmm):

I must confess today I thought
I thought a bit of you
and then I wondered
just a while
why my thoughts of you aren't through
for every now and then I find
my mind just drifts away
and comes ashore so quietly
to places you hold sway
if I could ask one question now
and know the answer true
the one I'd ask, it would be this
do your thoughts drift to me too?

[sir archely]

very nice wendy. :)

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I just wanna say, you guys are awesome...

-Malcor "Man of few words" Sylverwood

[Tatum]

I just wanna say, you guys are awesome...

-Malcor "Man of few words" Sylverwood

Awww...thanks. GROPE HUG!!!

Nope, thats not a misspelling. hehe....okay it was but grobe hug is so much better so I left it.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

:blush: *cough* Excuse me, m'lady?

;)

-Malcor "Unrakish" Sylverwood

[sir archely]

er.... grope hugs i understand, i wanna know what a "grobe" hug is. ;)

[Tatum]

er.... grope hugs i understand, i wanna know what a "grobe" hug is. ;)


Hmm...I have no idea WHAT you are talking about Arch. :D ;)

[sir archely]

er...you don't? ;)

[Tatum]

er...you don't? ;)


:eek: :eek:

YOU CHANGED MY POST?! I feel so violated! I've been abused by an admin!!!! :cry:

Hey, could I get some monetary compensation for that?

[sir archely]

hey, i have an obligation to not look like the crazy one (of course, its not working)...it's for the good of the site.

or something...

[Tatum]

hehe, seems Arch has been violated by Malc now.

..... er....

[sir archely]

yeah well. anywho...this is terribly out of place and early but....what can i say, my mind spit it out last night. (and since it's the first one in a while that i actually feel like i completed i'll post it.)

Also, i find it terribly amusing that malc edited to keep the grope in. :p



Santa's not coming, not now, not anymore.
Not since he fell on that icy-hard wooden floor.
We all heard a snap, as poor Santa slipped,
Was it a toy train he broke, or was it his hip?

Santa's not coming, I'm sorry, too bad.
No toys this year, for good gals and lads.
Now santa just sits by the fire and stares,
And an old pair of long john's is all that he wears.

Santa's not coming, not for us, not this way.
He can't even climb up into the back of his sleigh.
The big bag of toys would be death for his back,
Not to mention the drop, down every smoke stack.

Santa's not coming, it's really a shame.
On his list of deliveries there's not one single name.
But santa smiles and relaxes, the fall was a ploy.
He knows that this year, there's not one good girl...or boy.

[Apoc]

I heard this a long time ago,
so it may not be quite right,
I will say it is mine,
for the writers not in sight.

She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!

[EllenFae]

A sky of a different colour
Take away the light
Take away the red of dawn
And give me black of night

Darkness is my friend
Guard me from strange eyes
Keep me resting in your embrace
Block my ears to lies

Don’t let me see the bad things
So show me nothing at all
Let me fall upon your breast
As I heed your call

Borne on wings of black
Nothing can touch me as I run
I will chase you around the world darkness
And I will never seek the sun

But I can feel it coming
You are the one t does chase
Everything is bathed in light
And te world can see my face

[WingedDancer]

Laughter

Little girl with blonde hair,
Spinning in delicate light,
I can still hear your laughter
Resonating in my ears.

Though behind your smile,
I see the hidden tears.
Caused by unknown forces,
Of treachery’s hand.

Little girl with giant eyes,
And a heart so big and sweet.
I can still feel your hand,
Guiding me in blindness.

And yet I hear your silent sobs,
Behind closed doors,
In darkened corners.

Little girl bring your tears,
Bring them to me,
So I can hold them up
And dry them in the memory,
Of the warmth in your laugh.

[satan]

~hugs wd~ theres an added something when you know what it's about


Masses of metal hurtle down the road
Side by side, headed in the same direction
But each speeding to their own destination
Rushing to fertilize the egg of existence
To insert an iota of purpose into petty lives
Racing to see what’s past the finish line
Crestfallen when it’s just another race
The same course, the same destination


Prince
You live in the shadows of a forgotten world
When chivalry ran rampant
And the damsels ached to be rescued
But times have changed
Now princess is an insult
And prince is just a singer,
But you my dear are a true prince,
In a world that knows no royalty
I grieve for your innocence
Thinking the world is untainted and beautiful
So you cannot see the demons that own you
And suck your soul from every orifice
Feeding on your purity
Leavening you callous and unfeeling
But you will do nothing
You refuse to see the transformation
And so, I must depart
For I cannot bear to see such virtue corrupted
Lest it be by my hands

[dark fuschia]

As simple as this
the thought that I
that you or he
might one day die
for country's freedom
for country's strength
for this land's justice
for all land's wealth
the greatest lie
ensconces all
of pure heart
who hear the call
but those that think
must ask
must ask
what is the reason?
what is the cost?
if I can judge
then why can’t he?
if I am right
then why not he?
is this the means
to the ends they say?
but where end means,
for ends that sway?
from left to right
and up and down
from god to god
from town to town
as money flows
from hand to hand
and blood seeps deep
in desert sands
a million eyes
are shut so tight
like children frightened
of the night
but mouths are open
open wide
getting fed
a thousand lies
and hungrily they gulp
and suck
like piglets helpless,
in their mother’s muck
a mother wise
a mother sound
she knows the rules
she knows this ground
she builds their pride
with flag and song
she wipes their brain
it don’t take long
an oath to bind
the news at six
scare em so good
they forget to think
keep em angry
and keep em stupid
keep em afraid
and keep em shootin
keep em proud
and keep em stubborn
keep em righteous
and keep em comin’
label death with freedoms name
and label freedom as terror’s game
the powers know this method well
and men grow fat
upon this hell
while the innocent must pay the price
for this mass acceptance of transparent lies
achieved by shield of mighty pride
to block out anguished pleading cries
and proudly they chorus “No, we save.”
they who stand so tall
on children’s graves

[sir archely]

that's incredible wendy.

[Jennifer]

Wendy, that poem is amazing. Wow...

[night faerie]

Again, again
I find myself
alone again
at home? its not the same
the walls are familiar
and yet not mine
stained with paint
and tainted time
tonight I danced
I let it go
and found it here
dejavu
these words, uttered before
muttered before
fluttered, then gone again
I deleted them once
not this time
today, I'll let them stand
for what its worth,
whatever the cost
I wince, because its less than it could be
but intoxicated again, I let it stand

[dark fuschia]

I love the dejavu stuff NF, your poem made me sad. *hugs*

[~KA3AK~]

How do you people do this?

~is the worst poet ever~

[EllenFae]

Ride to the east
Ride to the west
I’ll ride to the land
That I love best
I’ll ride all day
To the north or south
Until I reach the rivers mouth
Then I will sail
Across the sea
Were will I go
Were might I be
After six days walk
To the left or the right
Then I’ll dance on the hilltop
In the middle of the night
Then I will wander
In the woods for 2 years
I’ll sing with the bears
Talk to the dears
Fall in love with an elf
And lose myself
Then I will climb a 50 foot tree
And look all around
To see were I am bound
I’ll wonder some more
And see the sights
I’ll sing to the trees on lonely nights
I’ll walk around the world
I’ll see all I can see
Were will I go
Were might I be

[night faerie]

Wow, that is Wonderful! I really love it :)



Always so lonely
a loner by choice
always a mover
making battles of noise
surrounded by friends
delinquent actions reign
handle pleasure with care
and play with the pain
Tell me a story
of when you were young
and how you were hurt
and who was the one
we fight between madness
believers will drown
trust in the fear
that you carry around
revive the pain
fresh blood to pour
in the next room lies love
never open the door
protect a heart
still gold at the core
purity remains
a solitary store
for pain issues a strength
coldness and lonely
a defensive restrain
which protects you and only
you
survive

[satan]

OCD

The filth of life lies everywhere
The harder I scrub the deeper it’s forced into the cracks
But I can’t get it out of those minute crevices
And though everyone else thinks it’s clean
I know it’s lurking just beyond reach
To repopulate the moment I turn my back
So I scrub, and scrub until my fingers are numb
But it’s not enough
It’s never enough
I’ve just managed to add my blood to the grime

[satan]

In the Dark Room

Innocent touches are dismissed
A soft caress an accident
For I’m sure you didn’t mean
To place your hand right there
Or brush me, bending to pick up my film
Honesty is assumed
But not always wanted
So take a step closer
And I’ll teach you things you never knew
In the red light of the dark room

dedicated to teh pimp

[LaughingTurtle]

A small and amusing quickie

Ode to Chat

Meeps, beeps, especially eeps
Pokes, jokes, n’ jolly good blokes
One and all can be found there
The place that never sleeps

A party at each gathering
Everyone knows your name
It’s all free guaranteed
So sing, swing, have a fling

Silly willy but all good fun
Many even call it home
Just don’t settle down
The excitements just begun

[WingedDancer]

The stage is lit,
The curtain is up
People are waiting
And I can't move or smile
I can't dance or sing
I can't breathe at all
I just can't

The hall is full
I see your face
And watch you smile
And I can't say the words
I can't patch the holes
I can't heal the pain
I just can't.

And you look at me
With eyes of understanding
Asking me to tell you
What is so wrong with me.
And I can't say a word
Because I don't know either
And I'll never understand.
I just can't.

[satan]

editing

Particles of he old meaning ripped away
In the tornado of my pen
The core molded by red ink
To reveal the inner importance
Remove it from behind a myriad of useless phrases
And place it for the world to see
But of course editing is just a suggestion

[satan]

the challenge: write a poem from the perspective of an adulterous male

I’ve always loved her
Knew from first glance
She would be mine
Yet of late I’ve grown weary
Of kissing the same soft lips
Slipping between the same thighs
Night after night
My eyes were the first to be unfaithful
Following her luscious curves
Up. Past her calves, knees, thighs
Shortly after, my mind followed
Imagining her whispering my name
As she slips into ecstasy
Fantasy is a dangerous thing
Causes me to conceal my ring
And strike up a conversation
Creates morality plugs
To keep my conscience from reaching me
We slipped out the door, into her bed
And I quickly forgot my better half
Forgot her loving lips and monotonous thighs
For a moment I even forgot my name
Until she whispered it
As she had in my fantasy
But as I lay staring at the ceiling
I forgot to forget
And slipped out the back
Crouching under my crown of guilt

[night faerie]

Why can I not find the words?
Words have always been my friend
My truth, my guard, my wit to spend
Today I look towards them, yet
cannot quite find the ones to fit
I have a heat, within my chest
It needs release, it burns, distressed
But hollow need remains my bane
And nothing comes, despite my strain
I hope, I hope, with quiet fear
For words to come to make things clear
And if they don’t, I’ll sit in need
Desperate because I cannot breathe

[WingedDancer]

We all begin so innocent
Never seeking change
Never wanting to grow
To remain constant is our passion

But growth is inevitable
And we develop
We see the world for the first time
For its entirety
And the place is so full of
Beauty.

As we grow, we become experienced
With new things
Dark things
Gorgeous things
But as we become more filled
We feel ourselves empty out
To make room
And the first thing is our innocence.

And we feel so old
And used
Dried up and washed out
To never be admired again.

[WingedDancer]

This is about my breakup which happened about 20 mintues ago.

You said lets end it
And I just smiled and nodded
And waited for the tears to come
That didn't

I frowned,
Out of puzzlement
And wondered why?
Why am I calm?
Why don't I hurt?
Do I not love him?

But I feel my love
As it used to be
And I see it has flown
And what remains
Is a ghost
Faint, but beautiful

I'm concerned
And silent tears fall
But they are cleared
By an honest smile
As I see its for the best.

Dear Addison
I'll always love you
But in the memory
Of our happiness
And I wish you the best
Best of love and life

And if I meet you
Between the skyscrapers
It will be for the best.
As you are still my best friend
And always will be.

[satan]

the poet

I have a friend who writes at every opportunity
Poems to express feelings he’s never had
Places he’s never seen
Women he’s never loved
Last night he told me he’d run out of things to say
He’s written all there is to write
No empty emotion left to convey
He hung up the phone
And wrote two more poems
About writers block
I’ll never understand him
Setting deadlines for self-expression
And if, as he says:
“A poet is a man
Who says pretty things when he’s sad,”
A very sad creature must he be

[sir archely]

this came to me, inspired by another. i hope you know who you are, and what you said. i don't think i wrote this one. it sort of used me to write itself.


follow me to wonders unseen,
follow me to dreams undreamt,
back to where we've never been
back to where we never went.

follow me to songs unsung,
follow me to questions unasked,
come and see the paintings unhung
come and see the dancers unmasked.

follow me to beauty unknown,
follow me to stories untold,
take my hand and we'll be shown
take my hand, this hand to hold.

wandering wherever the wind has blown,
follow me down an empty road.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I was but a child
Sitting on the curb
Waiting in the dark
Hoping for your return
Needing you to save me

I grew up that night
while passing the time in tears
and shivering from the cold
You were not to be found
And I lost more than I can say

The years have whittled me away
And much of life has passed by
And I remember that night
Though all is forgiven
It is never truly forgotten

Today I lost yet again
No samaritan can return it to me
I long for something, for someone
There are no Knights of Sylver
And so I turn myself inwards
Sitting on the curb

[satan]

The quirk of an eyebrow
One of the subtle nuances
That cause me to question the phrase "just friends"
And ponder what lies behind that sarcastic grin
(aside from a witty insult)
And if her teasing glances mean "more"
or if she's just gathering ammunition
For our next excursion into the trenches of banter
She chases me beyond confusion
To the land all men are doomed to dwell
When dealing with the fairer sex
So i cast my own furtive glances
grasping for some hint
Is she flirting because I'm me?
or is this a treatment to which everyone is privy?

[Tatum]

hmm, wrote this a loooooooong time ago, but I think its something everyone has related to before.

You set my heart on fire
then you left it there to burn.
The hardest thing my heart must face
is love thats not returned.

But I will struggle through it
and in time my heart will heal.
Leaving only tender scars
on what you tried to steal.

[WingedDancer]

Its amusing
When one is recognized for something another has done for years
The other finds herself known as
A follower.

[night faerie]

The sun rose over the eastern sky
and it chased my moon away
A squirrel scampered across
a flat snow-covered rooftop
lept to a treetop and disappeared
amid the gray-green of old pine needles
Life goes on, while the willing sleep

[Muffin]

Ok my mum emailed me this poem and i thought i'd share it with all the ladies of the Quill

Enjoy :)

A poem for us....
>
>I shave my legs,
>I sit down to pee.
>And I can justify
>any shopping spree.
>
>Don't go to a barber,
>but a beauty salon.
>I can get a massage
>without a hard-on.
>
>I can balance the checkbook,
>I can pump my own gas.
>Can talk to my friends,
>about the size of my ass.
>
>My beauty's a masterpiece,
>and yes, it takes long.
>At least I can admit,
>to others when I'm wrong.
>
>I don't drive in circles,
>at any cost.
>And I don't have a problem,
>admitting I'm lost.
>
>I never forget,
>an important date.
>You just gotta deal with it,
>I'm usually late.
>
>I don't watch movi! es,
>with lots of gore.
>Don't need instant replay,
>to remember the score.
>
>I won't lose my hair,
>I don't get jock itch.
>And just cause I'm assertive,
>Don't call me a bitch.
>
>Don't say to your friends,
>Oh yeah, I can get her.
>In your dreams, my dear,
>I can do better!
>
>Flowers are okay,
>But jewelry's best.
>Look at me you idiot...
>Not at my chest????
>
>I don't have a problem,
>With Expressing my feelings.
>I know when you're lying,
>You look at the ceiling.
>
>DON'T call me a GIRL ,
>a BABE or a CHICK .
>
>I am a WOMAN.
>
>Get it?, you DICK!?!

[Meyley]

Banging doors.. these thoughts disturb my mind, destroy my dreams
Creaking floors tho I tread carefully with you..
All my doubts become a wound that never seems to heal
I'm not healthy.. but I think i'd like to try..

I can only see so far.. should I walk away?

Emptiness is being much too full of someone else
Maybe thats why I feel hollow in my soul..
I am blinded by the need for you inside of me
But codependency's not what what I had in mind...

I can only reach so far.. and still you pull away..

I know promises are just for fools.. like driving blind..
Still we hold on to the fantasies we build
Hopes and dreams are shattered easily.. they're fragile things..
But maybe just this once this life wont let me down..

You may think that its too far.. but I'd like to stay..

When will it be my turn... to go
When will it be your turn.. to show
When will it be our turn..
I think I'd like to know..

A new song I wrote for my band... I think i may need to get out more! :broken:

[Meyley]

Another song for the band... bit more anger in this one!

Why break down when u can blow it up?
Your shake down it wasn't big enough
I'll take time but then i'll make it up
Your fake smile i'm gonna smash it up
Tell lies still the truth will catch you up
Time flies but for you the clock is stuck
Dont try hiding cos i'll look you up
You'll find im not gonna give it up

I will find you and i'll burn you like you burned me
Look behind you every day you're gonna see me
Watch your back because i'm gonna be right on it
Doesn't matter what you do
I will always find you

Cry cry, bend the truth a little bit
Lie lie, put your little spin on it
Oh my, so you thought I would quit
No I wont let you get away with it
Payback, and I'll be the bigger bitch
I'll scratch and tear off your little itch
Mismatched when it comes to feel my hit
You'll crack - my dirt will be the kind that sticks

I will find you and i'll burn you like you burned me
Look behind you every day you're gonna see me
Watch your back because i'm gonna be right on it
Doesn't matter what you do
I will always find you



Those of you who know me from Wotism will probably guess what it's about..thanks guys for being there for me. Something good came out of it all, we recorded this song last week and its possibly the best one we've ever done!!

[Meyley]

I'm a little sicker than you're used to
So we can make it twisted if it suits you
I don't know just what you thought you'd find here
Probably not this
Your premonition missed

Your moral high ground drags me down
Must be the heathen in me
No more wrong or right, just what I like
Must be the heathen in me
Its just the heathen in me

Did you really think that was me?
Sugar-sweet insincerity?
You make it easy to deceive
Try widening your eyes
Start looking for the lies

Your moral high ground drags me down
Must be the heathen in me
No more wrong or right, just what I like
Must be the heathen in me
Its just the heathen in me

Could I be the picture you paint of me
Your distorted view bleeds my colours dry
Fallen from the pedestal you put me on
Now you realise
You put me up too high..

Please detach from your fantasy
Focus your eyes on the real me
What you see isn't what you saw before
Just don't close your eyes
Or you won't recognise

Your moral high ground drags me down
Must be the heathen in me
No more wrong or right, just what I like
Must be the heathen in me
Its just the heathen in me

yet another song for the band... :broken: I was having an angry day... :D

[Jennifer]

Meyley, I think your song lyrics are incredible.

[Meyley]

Thank you :blush: im hoping that the producer that our cd has been sent to thinks the same... :D

[WingedDancer]

Ok, I'm going to try again... lets see how it goes.

Sometimes I pray that I could leave
And never turn back to see
The constant pain I bring with me
That I shed on everyone
Because my heart stopped beating
With warmed blood,
Its now a flood
Of hardened stone
So no one else can break it

I pray that I can lift my face
To the sun's warm embrace.
And know that I have run my race
And I have won it.

I wish I could feel what others do
And not be so different underneath
So empty, hard, and obsolete,
So silently tortured by my past
That I can't live in the now.

I mostly pray that you're at peace
And you hold no hatred towards me
Although I wouldn't do the same
If I were in your pain.
But you must see I'm like a flame
Dancing in beauty, given power
But fickle and fleeting with the wind.

Because if I held on to something real
The possible pain may not heal,
And I don't think that I can deal with that.
I'm sorry.

[satan]

Brown Paper Package

I tried to give you the world
Wrapped up in brown paper
And tied with some string
But I’m afraid you wouldn’t like it
It got creased on the bus-ride
A little shaken up when i skipped
At the prospect of seeing you
It isn't as perfect as it should be
And the people...
I think the lack of air got to them
They do nothing but argue
And since the paper blocked their view
They don't believe in me
I’m merely a mythical creature
Now I’m not sure what to do with the package
It’s certainly not worthy for you
But I spent too much time wrapping it
To toss it out now
So I’ll place it in the closet
Carefully
In hopes that the bottom doesn't get too flattened

[night faerie]

6/20/91

There was a time I loved him
so desperately it hurt
but I've grown weary of the pain
tired of playing in the dirt
I still feel it when I look in his eyes
they glisten like the tide
and he still loves me, this I know
'cause it's easy for me to read his mind
but he trashed my heart
too many times
I want the pain to stop
so I veil my soul with netted vines
and resignation ties the top
I see him every day
and exchanging glances makes both of us squirm
I'm not sure if he knows we're over
my time in Hell has been served

[epiph]

well, i'm in a poetry writing class this month, so hopefully i'll be sharing some decent material this month. something i wrote today, in its pure, as-yet-unadulterated form:

Someday, I will hold you in my arms.
At that moment, my son,
when you are no longer curled
around your embilical cord,
you will be a little less mine.
Just as, when you leave my mind
and expectations,
to enter the warmth of my well-prepared womb,
you will be a little less mine.
And as the weeks and months go by,
when I must share you with whatever man your father will be,
your baby teeth will grow in,
and as I hold your no longer tiny form
to my heart and breast
and feel the pinch of teeth on the teat,
then, sweet small son,
you will be a little less mine.
But I will continue to tie your laces
and feed you airplanes of food,
and say "Yum!" with the relish I perfected
when you existed only between my ears
and behind my eyes,
until you are not quite so small,
and seek to hold the spoon for yourself,
to tie the laces with toddler hands.
And then, darling boy,
you will toddle off to school,
to teachers and play mates and knowledge,
and you will be a little less mine.
You will grow, first-born,
and my stomach with round again,
and another small one will clamber at my breast,
and you will be a little less mine.
Your height will soar, your baby teeth fall out,
and I will leave money beneath your pillow.
Perhaps braces will follow,
but girls certainly will,
and on that day when your teeth
first knock into that little girl's teeth,
you will be less mine.
Then you will find one to hold hands with,
high school will come and go in a whirlwind of dances and parties.
You will leave, my fledgling,
and be less mine.
You will study at college,
girls and subjects,
and perhaps one will hold you,
as I held your father,
as poetry held me,
and this time,
son of my heart,
unconceived child,
you will no longer be mine.

[satan]

i attempted to write a poem in french.. and forgive me for my terrible spelling oh ye who speak french

J'adore le coucher de soleil
Parce que il ammenne la nuit
Qui offre l'abri de la terre
Dans la foudre on m'entrevait
Je paraits un fauve qui s'egarer
Donc je retourne a mon caisse
Et m'caches de la leur

roughly translated (obviously it flows better and makes more sense in french)

I love the sunset
Because it brings (as in brings a person) the night
Who offers shelter from the world
In the lightening one will catch a glimpse of me
I apear to be a lost wild animal
So i return to my box (sanctuary/home/ect)
And hide myself from the light

[dark fuschia]

oooh nice satan, I can imagine you wrote that the top of Montmartre.

[sir archely]

all our grass is chewed,
all the stars are viewed.
all the breeze is shot,
all the smiles caught.

the candle's flame is settling low
the gentlest breezes still come and blow
twist it up another turn
let the flame dance and burn.

we watched the stars come out tonight
we'll still be here by morning's light.
drinking deeply night's sweet air,
no place to be but sitting here.

feel my arms around you now,
smooth the wrinkles in your brow.
lay your head upon my chest.
feel the calm, and get your rest.

[dark fuschia]

To what death within did she submit to live her life this way?
So spent of every passion there she sways from day to day
Let not a cry of protest evermore escape her lips
For justice plays no part in life where numbing heart exists
And silently she'll creep towards a comfort of her own
Desert all flaring anger at the evils we enthrone
For what condemning voice my friend did ever save a soul
And silence is the only place where wisdom rules the world

[sir archely]

i know to what you're looking,
for i seek the same as you.
a wisp of dream
just barely seen,
is what we both pursue.

i know for what you're watching,
for i hold that vigil too
the Light's first rays
setting thoughts ablaze,
the day long overdue.

i know to what you listen,
for my ears are open as well
the song to sing
to give us wings,
and cast that final spell.

i know of what you're thinking
it, too, rules my mind
fever finally broken
the answer awoken
giving sight to all us blind.

[night faerie]

How it came to this I'll never know
I was up so high
I was blind to the spikes below
it's not my fault
but I'll never go back now
so no matter how I love you
I won't ever love you
'cause I would hurt you now
and I would rather leave you bleeding
than help you feel the pain
please don't make the move
and let me walk away
'cause I would hurt you now
I know
I think it's time to go
so pull the shades
and pretend we're sleeping
it's nobody's business
where willows lay weeping
~scream~

[satan]

I sit
Quiet wrapped in silence
Lost in a torrent of memory
Thinking of absolutely nothing

I sit
Darkness hidden in shadow
Burning eyes flung open
Seeing nothing but the pain

I sit
Cold encased in ice
Slipping past reality
To my world of solitude

[epiph]

In the blueness of luminous loose nights,
cars trekked up winding ribbons of asphalt,
passengers swathed in curtained, herbal light.
The moon, a floating Cheshire smirk, caught
in a net of pinpricks and yellow glow,
waned over lucent shelves of caleche.
Verdant ink blots swayed when the wind blew,
scattering pungent smoke, as if Nietzche
had uttered some long, aestivating sigh.
We leaned on his dusty blue hood, inhaling
wispy fossils. The thick night tried to imply
that I was not fumbling broken braille.
In the red glare of his tail lights, we joked
about his queen-sized trunk, and did not touch.

[satan]

i wrote this one last summer... in case you were wondering
i just recently found my notebook

Lights shine on the horizon
Like so many people's hopes
Each standing alone
Melting into a sea of desires
We hurtle towards that ocean on temptation
Worriless in our steel bullet
The city of dreams calls to us
Quickly becoming a destination of need
Our hands find each other
The picture of anticipation
And suddenly there we are
Submerged in the glamour of the lights
Intoxicated by its pulsing desires
Our wishes become reality
As we weave our lives into the web
Adding two more lights to the mix
Gleaming siren on the horizon
Beckoning other innocents to the land of sin

[Arianna]

ohh, the land of sin, i like it. :p

[satan]

i wrote a few on the way to and from the beach... and i re worked one

She is never alone
Forever plagued by memories
Of the man with shadows for eyes
Staring into her soul
Without a glance in her direction
Where ever she is
They lurk behind her
Wordless witness to her flight
But she’ll never escape
How do you escape what doesn’t exist?

________________________________

She blocks out reality with a pair of headphones
Quietly plotting her escape from nothing
Nothing is worse then a terrible anything
She fears only inexistence
And so it is her only reality
No love, no pleasure, no pain
Her life a personal paradox
Making Nothing her Everything

_________________________

I’d planned to give you the world
Wrapped up in brow paper
And carefully tied with string
But I fear you wouldn’t like it
It got a little creased on the bus
A little jarred when I skipped
In anticipation of giving it to you
It isn’t as perfect as it should be
The inhabitance have mutinied
Forgetting who gave them life
They throw it away so carelessly
Only calling me to help destroy each other
At all other times I’m a mythical creature
It’s certainly not worthy of you
But I spent too much time wrapping it
To thoughtlessly toss it out
I’ll place it in the closet
And try to remember to dust it
Every millennia or so

[night faerie]

k I actually wrote this to a tune in my head. I'm fairly sure the tune belongs to someone else but it gave me a grain of hope that maybe this could someday be turned into a song. I've always wanted to be a songwriter, as music is so vital to my life, but I've never been any good at it.

7-29-04

I’m walkin’ down the boulevard
Thinkin’ life shouldn’t have
to be this hard
I walk on
Its all gone
I’m thinkin’ bout a girl I knew
Thinkin’ how she kinda
looks like you
But she’s gone
She walked on

I walk on
Past the night
Through the rain
Whats the difference
Between right
And what’s wrong?
I walk on

I look into the eyes of a mom I know
She’s standing tall
She is the face of truth
She walks on
On her own
She doesn’t look back when they call her name
She knows they don’t see her,
they don’t see her pain
She walks on
They’re all gone

I find myself here, sitting next to you
Seeing the world from the other room
It goes on
I walk on
I wonder at my heart, it burns
While I sit and watch you toss and turn
Just walk on
My dear one

I walk on
Past the night
Through the rain
Whats the difference
Between right
And what’s wrong?
I walk on

[ChiChi]

I wrote this in grade 9 for my English class. We were to write a sonnet and here was what I got.....never really wrote poetry after that.

Quiet Surrender
In solitude I stand gazing afar;
I see a frozen land forever still.
A crystal rose that glimmers like a star,
Stands like a foreigner in mist and chill;

Delicate leaves tremble from a cool breeze.
Standing there, I suddenly feel alone.
Out from the horizon, out from the seas,
A cold and dark mist chills me to the bone.

It envelopes me, yet I keep silent.
I hold my breath, Oh heart where is your beat?
My eyes gently close, they're not reluctant.
Quietly I surrender to defeat.

I slowly go into the world beneath,
No one will hear me, I cannot breathe.

[night faerie]

You always make
Me lose my mind
Spinning madly
Time after time
All I want is your skin
Your heart, your sin
If half your kisses
Were meant for me
I’d embrace the dream
Surrender reality

You always make
Me lose my head
I drown in pinwheels
Fall in your bed
All I need is your eyes
Your desire, your lies
If half of what
you tell is true
I’d cut my wrists
and bleed for you

[Lauren Sedai]

This is dark. Please don't judge.

Obsession
Stronger than life,
Sleep or food.
Its all I hunger for
I clutch it to me like a friend.
She is my only friend.

I've never understood
What has made me this way
Why I am cursed,
But I still revel in it,
My days are haunted with my shortcomings.
Imperfection in and out.

I try to ignore the elation of losing.
I try not to sink in my sadness,
Nourished only by tears.
Someday I'll be safe
But for now,
I have to be perfect

[sir archely]

Please don't judge.



We don't do that around here Lauren, thanks for sharing. Hopefully you will continue. :)

[Lauren Sedai]

This is a love/hate poem to my current boyfriend, who recently hurt me. I love the mood swing in the middle of it.

I've become a vessel of fear
My nervous twitches,
my paranoia and insecurities
Overwhelm me.
Except around you.

I was always hard.
I couldn't be kind to anyone.
I was a sculpture of ice and rock
Except in your arms.

This is why its so hard,
to seperate myself.
To barricade myself from the pain
That is inevitable
For a girl like me.

But I'll smile now,
And I'll let you hold me
While the walls build in my heart.
You had your chance,
And now I have to pay.

[night faerie]

I wrote this after a Who concert that had left me stunned and high on the music

5/23/04

I watch, I listen, shocked, in awe,
Of how your music can make me cry
Of how, from nowhere, you bring tears to my eyes
You sing, you strum, you pluck, you drum
And I am carried away
I turn and twist and sing and sway
And I am carried away
I have run through grass and sat in mud
And strutted my stuff down the boulevard
I have laughed and struggled and drawn blood
All with your words in my mind
You are the singer, the crooner, the bringer
of magic, be it darkness, or kind
I am merely the ears
The desire, the wistful yearning
For your music, your magic, your tears

[dark fuschia]

that you would stay and chat with me
oh what a perfect destiny
to sit here through the lonely night
your name is such a happy sight

[BuzzMoo]

*CRUSH*
Oohhh it CRUSHES me!!!`1

[dark fuschia]

LOL *runs round thread gigglingly*

[dark fuschia]

I wrote this yonks ago, but I rather like it and I thought I would repost it. :D

what demon has your ear my friend that you should say such things?
what wicked sprite has kissed your lips with fell and dirty grins?
why would you curse us in that way? why would you put us down?
when all we've done is laugh a bit despite your cheerless frown.

[cobaltknight]

Hole



there is a hole in my heart, though it’s not one doctors can see,
with their pokes and their scopes and their hammers and scanners.
no, this crevasse in my core, is invisible to all, save me

I, the skillful actor, conceal it from the masses
pretending for all who gaze at me, the happy jester to be
but in truth I consider them all shallow asses


my bitter brain, is filled with shame of the love I’ve given but not got
you see, I was born backwards when it comes to affection
plenty I have to share, but oh! enough, enough to keep have I not


a waterfall flow is puny to the torrent of my outlaid love
but in the leeward valley where I house the stores of my heart
not a drop of rain falls there and no birdsongs waft, not even that of the dove


empty is my drinking glass, while I pour thirds to those that thirst
they thank me so kindly, neverminding that they have not even paid
yet I toil this day to earn my rest, so I may wake to another cursed


__________________________________________________ _______
©2003 Blake A. B. Burroughs (a.k.a. cobaltknight)

[jUstIn]

a dream


she came back to me.
i didnt care what she had done.
full of forgiveness,
my heart full to bursting with love.
warmth pulsed through me.
i then woke up.
realization swept through me,
a void filled me heart.
pain with no feeling, staggering
i felt the numbness returning later,
dull emptyness defining my contentment.



first poem ive written in a long time. let me know what you think.

[Jonboy]

everyone seems to have a broken heart

[epiph]

nah. its just that people only get inspired when they have a broken heart.

[D'vine_Storm]

To thee,
A proposed days of lifes fragrant fields, floral scents, butterflies play as breezes blow

His tingled kiss
A ageless soul
A beautiful child of gods creation
A heavens call to spirits eternal

To thee,
A proposed days of lifes fragrant fields, floral scents, butterflies play as breezes blow

His tingled kiss
By falling leafs and whistling airs
A lake of secret rains, her crystal tears
My joyful pleasures
A visuals passion of earthly covets by graceful arms

To thee,
A proposed days of lifes fragrant fields, floral scents, butterflies play as breezes blow, My echoed heart

For, His tingled kiss
Adorned is thee, My awaiting secret as blue skies bellow your enchanting tune, your subtle tone tingles by kiss........Hello everyone, I'm new here and I wanted to share some of my writing, peace & blessings.

[D'vine_Storm]

Hello to everyone

I'm new and just wanted to introduce myself. I look forward to getting to know some of you and enjoying everyone's creative talents.

Peace & blessings
D'Vine_Storm

[night faerie]

ooh, that's lovely! How wonderful to have a new poet in our midst. Welcome, welcome, and please make yourself at home. :)

[epiph]

here's one i'm working on. i'm not quite satisfied with it, so if anyone wants to critique and offer up suggestions, i'm all ears (if what you say suits me...). mostly i want it to be more...vivid.

tentatively titled:

Traveling Heart

My heart has left me
lying in my bed,
tossing with thoughts of you.
She has taken matters into her own ventricles.

She has crawled
out of my chest,
squeezed
through the bars of my ribcage
to journey
down the cobbles of my driveway,
creep through the grass
at the roadside.

Splashed by mud,
hit by soda cans
tossed from car windows,
she drags her sodden tissue
over the hot asphalt of I35,
past roaring semis
and whooshing coupes.

Once past fallow, frost covered fields
and the sleepy towns
filled with the sounds of football,
she will haul herself
up your rust pitted stairs,
down the dark, echoing hall
and clamber past your ribs.

She will nestle,
tiredly, next to your heart,
and put her veins around his capillaries,
and fall into warm, bloody sleep.

[night faerie]

The Old Daze

I ran about the field
And let go of the string
I didn’t mean to
But it sailed away, into the sky
I thought it was gone forever
But out of nowhere, he ran
And somehow caught the tip
And he was the hero
Of my youth-hazed trip

I followed their lead
Through the neighborhood
Past the shadowed brick houses
Through the haze of dusk
The group of gangly youngsters
All older than me
I trailed after and tried not to get lost
Distracted by the brambles
Entranced by the adventures
But alas, they were all in my head

Silly games we play
When we’re young
Too young to know better
We make ourselves fools
Admiring silly nonsense
and wandering home in a daze

[Darth Everhate]

A Dance

I watch you dance Mother Kali
Your dance of the years in your age
Your steps, your rhythm
I watch as you crush your children beneath your feet
Grind the bodies of the Gods you've killed
You do not see what you do, you do not care
The severed hands at your belt
Cannot reach for the grey above
No matter, the others reach for nothing
How can they? There is no more belief

The Grey weeps down upon us
Making laughter crying without sound
It seems to consume the greatest joy
I watch you dance Dark Mother
It is all I can do, study it
I see rhythm, beats, steps and grooves
Obituaries, blogs, blotters and reports
I watch your children die at your feet
But this is your age

Shiva your sister hangs her head
Isis or Mary, whatever her name
Weeps at the death of her son
I watch this Mother Kali
Everyday, every hour
And I can't console her
I die beneath your feet
While Grandfather Coyote
Laughs his soundless sorrow
Raven flies at your feet
Eating the eyes of the dead
So that he at least shall remember
When generations fade our existence

My Isis, My Mary
You have given your only son
And look to the Greater Power
Who you believe has abandoned
Great Spirit, Yahweh, God, Odin and Zeus
Where are the giants you have slain?
Their corpses at Kali's feet, hands at her belt
I can only watch
As the Grey weeps down upon us
And I watch her die everyday.

This is your age Kali Ma
Your time to Danse Macabre
As we all stand around the floor
Gods and humans alike.

[Heleina]

Darth Wow what a powerful poem...

[night faerie]

Wow, Everhate. I never knew you had that in you. It'll be a tough act to follow.
... ~strives, inspired~ ;)

[Darth Everhate]

Thank you very much m'ladies. Tis a rare moment of seriousness in the jests of a Puck or Feste :D

[Heleina]

Thought I'd have a bash at this so here goes...

Past drifts by upon the wind
leaves fall from trees and time
winds its way.

Present becomes past
Lives changing fast
Say goodbye to nights and days
Sad in grief.

Love, uncertain future
Time goes by
Dancing in the spring
The spririt begins again

[Darth Everhate]

Upon Sitting With Grandfather

I sat next to Grandfather Coyote
In my mind
He puffed and wheezed on his cigarette
Pointing at life as it went by us
Smoke drifting off the cancer stick
Between his fingers.
"It ain't fair."
He says as he looks over to me.
Old grisly man with white hair
And Dark skin
His wrinkles the result
Of too many laugh lines
His eyes hold the Wisdom
Only sorrow can bring.
He knows I pray to others
Saviours and Saints
But he doesn't mind
He shrugs.
"Like I said it ain't fair
It's gonna go
in one direction or another.
You just gotta be ready
When that line you dance
Puts you on a side you
Really don't want to be on."
He looks at me
From the corner of his eye
And grins.
"But you knew that already
didn't you?"
I nod and watch life go by
As he coughs and spits.
Maybe later we'll play chess
or watch T.V.
That's what Grandfathers do.

[night faerie]

Always so lonely
a loner by choice
always a mover
making battles of noise
surrounded by friends
delinquent actions reign
handle pleasure with care
and play with the pain
Tell me a story
of when you were young
and how you were hurt
and who was the one
we fight between madness
believers will drown
trust in the fear
that you carry around
revive the pain
fresh blood to pour
in the next room lies love
never open the door
protect a heart
still gold at the core
purity remains
a solitary store
for pain issues a strength
coldness and lonely
a defensive restrain
which protects you and only
you
survive

[magatsu17]

I had a girl who inspired me to write, here are some of the results

Never felt this way so strong or so fast
and never have I hoped to be building something that will last

Never have I wanted to hold someone so much
but distance makes it impossible for us to touch

Never has someone listened to all I have to say
but instead of judgement, brought confront that helps me through the day

Never have I had someone on my mind all day
and looked forward to coming home and finding out what she has to say

Never have I wanted so much for my dreams to come true
cause every night when I dream, I dream about you.

[night faerie]

I've recently had some old friends re-enter into my life. It's a strange thing, examining the ways we've changed and the ways we've stayed the same. Anyway, after a diner run the other night with an old friend, I wrote this:

meaning evades me
lingers just outside my senses
teases, promises something
just something I desire

nothing escapes me
loiters just under the streetlight
illuminating lost innocents
just something I am

another cigarette I'm not supposed to enjoy
but the smoke beckons me
as the mist envelops me
welcomes me home

Home - I've been gone for so many years
Now, standing in the long shadows of my past
My roots remain strong
the flavor is familiar
the path, remembered
the memory of now
Past and present collide, leave me reeling

The streetlight illuminates
meaning - like a firefly
flares right in front of me
a moment, then gone
dark now
lingering just outside my senses
meaning evades me
again

[Darth Everhate]

A Campfire on the Beach
Hail Triton,
I stand upon the edge of your glory
Imagery of your Primal Reign
I hear your whispers and roars
Crashing upon the sand as I dance
amongst the waves that beckon me further
I am but a grain of sand in your presence
For you I play, the blood from my fingers
Is returned to whence it came

Hail Loki,
As Triton roars your brazen strands
dance in time with the voices of those
who inspire me to sing
You dry the cold of Straasha's wet
And leave your mark upon my skin
as I venture too close.
I will feed you God of fire
Knowing Coyote caught your flame
and turned Raven's wings pitch.

Hail Luna, Pheobe or Selene
Hail Night as you cover the gentle sky
In Darkness
So that your sister may shine her light
Upon Triton, Neptune or Straasha
And blanket the sky in a billion points of light
From which so many dreams are born

I am small but knowing how we should
revere thee.

[sir archely]

queen of night
to rend the gloam
drops the curtain on this dome
lord of stars
scars face of moon
broken beams of glow are strewn
stars flit down
crowning sparks of fire
dusk is on the funeral pyre
aphotic jester
plays his jape
hides the light in a swirl of cape
now i
may walk and stray
following the true break of day.

[sir archely]

bang bang two in a row. where's the rest of you? i suppose it takes a little longer to write good poetry? ;)

i feel a little something,
in my soul and in my bones.
a buzzing in my head never
ceases, on it drones.
a tiny voice of sadness,
the rolling of a tear.
the breaking of a heart,
these sounds and more i hear.
a whispered cry for help,
the quiet question, why?
the silent prayer offered,
"as i lay me down to die..."

[Amos]

well so you don't feel lonely arch.. this was assembled by myself this morning on the fridge at mecca, using the word magnet things which everybody in north america seems to have:

falling sad
will is power
for he has mist in his music
whisper only say always
and sleep in elaborate dream garden
iron forest under wax
red moon can shine weakly
and ache frantically
like some sweet repulsive girl
delirious blood chanting
as one, time sweats languid urge flood
but together would swim
why cry when rust lies after

[dark fuschia]

Here's one arch, a before-work morning musing.

I see your worn
old before your time
you made it so
we all did
we all did
I see you're just looking to feel
on somedays nothing at all
opposites are one with you
hate and love with the same breath
I find if I keep you in mind
I can't be glad
not at all
not to know you're down
I know you're down
I don't want to return to this
but here I am
ideas, thoughts, emotions
yet none go your way
what shall I say huh?
what shall I say?
if I told you I don't think you'd care
I can't tell you
I'm just looking to feel
on somedays not at all
I think I'm drawn to your oblivion
simply because you're there
and you
you're just god's own creature.

[dark fuschia]

If I became mad
and hissed words of unknown uttering
and did things I couldn't recall
what would you do?

If I asked questions
where you'd been
what you did
and who you'd seen
If I became consumed and such
by paranoid delusions such
as spies and cheats and wedding rings
secrets kept and other things
if I refused to tell my name
because I thought it sacred
or perhaps profane
what would you think?

If I stashed weapons under my bed
farming scythes that could take off a mans head
rusty knives I found in fields
aged cans of food with crooked seals
if I learnt what poisons can't be tasted
and not a single razor wasted
would you notice?

If I believed myself like god
to have control over right and wrong
to think myself better than other men
and punish them quietly now and then
what would you say?

If I heard voices in my head
which told me that you should be dead
that whispered hatred in your name
that egged me on to play dark games
would you have left too?

[Tatum]

The Glass Room


There’s a room made of glass that I often visit.
Though I’ve never done more than peer through its walls.
I can see the beautiful creatures inside,
laughing and smiling,
their wine cups overflowing with success and self-importance.
Though their walls are made of glass,
I can see inside but they cannot see me.
Or perhaps they do, but I am beneath their notice.
I often find myself staring at this room,
looking for a door, a window, a crack;
Somewhere that I might find a way
into that world which beckons me
without mercy for my lack of wings.
I have tried to turn away,
ignore its crystal glow,
pretend that everything I’ve ever wanted
is not inside that room,
taunting me from steps away.
I have tried to smash, caress, beg, work, manipulate, force, sacrifice and reason my way in.
But here I stand,
on the outside, still looking in.
I see new people in this room all the time
and others I notice have left.
Yet I still cannot find how those inside
have found their way in and out.
I am suppose to be in that room.
I feel it in my bones.
But I fear I will spend the rest of my life
trying to solve a puzzle
that I should already know the answer to.
One day, I will turn around and realize
that I have
and am,
nothing but dust.
All that will be left of me
Is a handprint on the outside of a glass room
With no doors, no windows, no cracks.

[night faerie]

4/22/90
Musings

to whom, to what
is this era due
peace, war
in a desolate doom
understand
what happiness brings
in the dark delusion
of spring
piquant waters
mindless flowers
pleasant acceptance
practiced for hours
alone, yet not
fulfilling, yet not
these
are the pre-nostalgia years
youth

[dark fuschia]

heh this is uber cheesy, but true! I wrote it a few years back.

When I was but a little girl
I used to dream all day
a waste of time my teacher said
turn your attention this way

but soon again my thoughts would stray
though I tried hard to be good
And magic things would fill my head
why? I never understood

And then my third grade teacher
his name was Mister Cook,
said to me "young lassie!
its past time you read a book"

I shuddered deep inside
dreading this attention
I didn't want to leave my world
of special secret adventure

But Mister Cook made such an effort
to make me learn to read
I struggled hard to please him
I wanted to succeed

and soon I came to find
that the words which letters formed
had secrets of their own to share
and were doors to other worlds

And now awoke a passion
which still burns strong inside
though many years have passed
bringing many changing tides

So that man, I gotta thank him
though I don't know where he is
the greatness of his gift to me
in my life will always live

[Cloric the Cleric]

Couldn't decide between general poetry or the dedicated to thread, but here ya go...written @ 7:15 am this morning...

An Ode to Seven AM - :fred:

Oh, how I hate it
This hour between light and dark
It forces me awake
But beckons me back to sleep
...in the same breath

The jangling clangor
From the top of the bedside table
Forces feet to the floor
And away from the tender mercies
...of my dreams

My shower's too hot
Since the COLD handle broke
It burns my skin
But definitely leaves me glowing
...with anger and despair

The car turns over
The traffic on the highway packed
It's bumper to bumper
And it makes me a nervous wreck
...some moron too close behind

The elevator's slow
The floors pass in weary rythym
As if they too
Feel the bleak outlook of the day
...and just want a delay

I type my name
The screen stares back at me
With it's balefull glare
Liquid Crystals aglow with fury
...but the clock, it knows I see it...

October 17, 2005

[night faerie]

2/10/05

No idea which way to turn
cool is cold
But colder burns
Ice it melts under my stare
Possession, tenths, but I don’t care

Let the winds of time withdraw
Drown in memories, what was before
sweet and bitter, no regret
winter wonder, summers set

[satan]

raw, tender, moist, and alone
used and abandoned – tissue to your pleasure
pale and translucent as the crumpled sheets
I sink – beyond the chill of the empty room
through the sweat laden linens
past the protesting mattress
dodging springs and floorboards
into the waiting arms of my mother
comforting me

dark, warm, eternal, and alive
cleansed and fulfilled – the way no many can fill a woman
bright and radiant as the sun
I explode – beyond myself
through the grey, forlorn room
past the soiled sheets
dodging blood and memories
into the strong arms of my father
guiding me

[night faerie]

(Quite proud of this one, it was unfinished for almost a year. Most of the "unfinished" ones tend to stay that way)

The spark from my cigarette glows like a torch in the night
pulling me closer it binds me and blinds me with light
time after time I die and come here to unwind
dream after dream my eyes close, you appear in my mind
when the winds have all blown and the sands have turned dark
I turn around and surround myself with the spark
ever and after the light it burns brightly and deep
slowly and silent I dance while the daypeople sleep

[Lyle]

Elements of the Other-worldly.

Through the trees atop the hill of kind intentions and good will, sweeps the creature of morbid things, him with dreams and time to kill. The wind pulls them forth, from their tents and scarlet caves, their eyes avoiding the icy north and their ears are deaf to their willing slaves. And it’s blood which brings them on and its blood which seeps through every song. Every poem then inscribes; hello, Hello to Never, and I’ll live a thousand lives and I’ll stay home forever.

Beneath the waves and coral reefs, beneath the caves and the world’s teeth – they gather, restless and unbound. They flock and screech and rant and preach, tainting every village and blighting every town. The earth is black with angel’s tears, the world it laugh’s at devil’s fears…And it is blood which pulls them on and its blood which sings in every song. All the poems with their lies; hello, Hello to Never and I’ll die a thousand times and I’ll stay at home forever.

Over the hills and away from the waves, whipping the wind is the furious blaze – of faith and of hope and of eternal damnation. With sparks that we crave, and the embers that save, all that remains from the flood. We burn what we love and its love that burns us, the brightest of thoughts, without flame, are as dust. And it’s blood that lures them on and it’s blood which weeps from every song. Every poem, from every tribe; hello, Hello to Never and I’ll cry a thousand times and I’ll stay home forever.

Amidst the waves, the oceans depths, they congregate and swim, clinging to every nuance, obeying every whim. The flame is doused in that vast, Other-World and the earth is enriched once again. The wind wails the horror of being uncertain and the wind wails of terrible pain. Still, though, the shoots are ever green and the devil’s fears and angel’s tears are reassured again. Because it was blood that pushed them on and it’s blood which sings this ancient song. Not one poem will ever die; hello, Hello to never, and I’ll laugh a thousand times and I’ll stay at home Forever.

[night faerie]

I’ve come too far
No going back
I’ve wandered through the wood
Too deep to track
I left musical notes
To mark my trail
But the drum changed the beat
When the rhythm got stale
Now the birds sing a new tune
Can’t go back to then
The melody’s new
Never find me again

[Eyreplenh]

Staring out into the night
Quiet and Still
Voices fill the room within
Have never heard them
Never will

[Eyreplenh]

Running out into the night, my blood is on fire
No one beside me, no man is my sire

I run and gaze in wonder, about the miracle that’s night
And I know for certain, it’s darkness that’s bright

A shriek, a dragon, disturbed in its lair
My nerves, on end, from foot to hair

To the right, the beating of wings
To my left, the night bird sings

The wonders of the night never cease to amaze
From left to right I swing my gaze

My body tires, but my mind drives me on
If I run far enough maybe the ghosts will be gone

A silent water, the depths beckons, come
But alas, my time here is not yet done

I have no fear whilst in my mothers embrace
I lift my face to observe her star-freckled face

Lightheaded I sense the familiar lights
My body and mind goes through one of their fights

I’ve completed the circle, back where I begun
And just in time, soon comes the sun

I look to my mother, where I find my bliss
Turn around, I’ll be back, blows her a kiss

[magatsu17]

Here's a lil something i wrote recently

Relief

I feel a pain twisting and turning inside
I 've been trying to avoid it, but now i know i can no longer hide
I move when the coast is clear in the dead of night
I know me and the monster with-in are in for quite a fight
Suddenly relief floods through me, and i feel alright
And with the push of a button, my enemy vanishes from sight
I make my way to my bed enjoying the feeling of victory
It's amazing how good taking a good dump can be.

[Cloric the Cleric]

For __________

I'm sorry you don't understand.
Truly I am. I really wish I knew
What is going on in the cosmos
To make things once as familiar to me
As the freckles on your face
Suddenly become pale and wretched
Shadows of their former selves.

This is not the story of my life.
There is so much more to me than
One note in a symphony of two
Or even two hundred... thousand.
There are some who know that
Others who must be told the truth
But that was all before the change.

Many times I've traveled unfamiliar roads
Content in my companions, trusting
Never was darkness too dark, frightening
Summer was always upon us, warming
Autumn called from ahead, comforting
Winter seemed forever distant, fleeting
Spring wil come, a brand new begining.

Now, Darkness lays heavy across
All the lands I've traveled 'round
Even up ahead, in seas uncharted
I am lost upon the waves of fate
The winds of change, immutable
Forces tossing me, breaking me
Building me again in some new way.

So finally, the signs will all come
They will point me to choices ahead
In one instant, for one moment,
Everything will appear to be balanced
It is destined in the human condition
That often through strife we expand
Now I see that my world is larger

What strange happenstance this is
That in some strange and humorless
Twist of Morbid Fate, the one man who
Can, and has, and will, cause more pain
To me than any other I currently know
Will also be responsible for freeing me
To find a love even greater than his.

[Lyle]

Love is a terrible thing. Terribly funny anyway...

As I was rowing down my lonely street the other day
A multitude of things occurred to me.
Like the idea of holding thoughts and dreams inside
And like the thought of throwing them away.
I thought of fire and towers of chrome,
I thought of reaping what I’ve sown,
I thought of all the places and all the different faces
And I thought about you.

‘Cause you electrify my soul
even though it’s wooden…blank expression
kinda gives one the impression that
I’m asking for directions. What can I say?
You electrify it anyway.

As I was staggering along my psychedelic sidewalk
I had this fevered notion that you and I could talk - about
Your future and my future and how maybe
There could be some weird way of making them
Keep each other company. I guess we’ll see…

‘Cause you electrify my soul!
With it’s alarmingly frank obsession of
Someday teaching God a lesson. What else can I say?
You electrify it anyway.

I sometimes think that there’s nothing harder
Than diamonds and steel and things like that.
Except of course, not going hoarse with poetic verse
So crude and coarse. Trying not to rudely take up
Your precious time with some nincompoop’s weakly
mumbled rhyme.
Trying to explain oneself to a person with
Eyes like you have.
They are the windows to your soul &
I sometimes wonder if you keep your curtains closed.
See mine are always open or maybe broken,
Why else attempt poetry or prose?

‘Cause you’ve electrified my soul.
Though it’s flawed and most see-saws have
More consistency, every frightened spasm’s
Without a doubt a win to me ‘cause you electrify my soul.
They make diamonds out of coal or
That’s what they reckon anyway. Just thought
I’d pop in to say – that yours defines my role
And Oh my God I think I’ve just rhymed soul
With coal. Tears and woe! Oh no!

I have a new name and it is Fried Meat-Sack.

[Lyle]

Once upon a time.
I sat and wrote a rhyme.
It went forever and a day
They say; but their weird
Opinions aren’t mine.

It wasn’t all that long. And it didn’t really rhyme. :)

[night faerie]

‘97
The slut I used to be
Painted black and lusty
Beautiful but cold
Holding onto me
Eyes rimmed with kohl
Holding mischief like a match
Never to be told
“No” without a catch

The slut I used to be
Down upon her knees
Kneeling in the glass
Pumping behind the trash
Living out fantasies
Was never really necessary

The slut I used to be
Living in the glitter
Living in the muck
Anything to be free
Weary, never bitter
And shit out of luck
Up against the wall
The fallen living doll
Never twice the same
Winning at the game
The price, too tough to call

[Lyle]

Are you the man?


With serene opinions gleaned
from aggressive attention paid
to the voices as they scream
amidst the messes that we've made..

Without a doubt or niggling thought
or days of being over-wrought
or ways of parroting what was taught
a million years ago...

Are you the man, immutable, so distant
and inscrutable. Are you all clued up, readily
on top of things - Do you have a PHD in
being wise and somehow trouble-free?

Are you the man?


Made of meat and bloody bones.
Quick to tell us what we should have known...
Clipboards, official records. Notations and our
previous employer's sage quotations.

I think you're the man.


:thup:

[dark fuschia]

I keep thinking you’re behind me wishing me ill
you whisper in my ear a curse to shake my will
I turn around but you’re not there
only the wounds that you cut remain
and the feeling I cannot shake
that you’re wishing me ill

they say be careful who you let in
don’t get in cars with strangers
hitch-hiking’s dangerous
cover your purse and don’t tempt thieves
but you who I knew, where I once felt at ease
I can feel you behind me, wishing me tears

Wisdom, she has waited patiently
the time has come to let HER in
I wear my seatbelt, I eat good food
I would not step in the path of cars
so why would I step near you
I’ll not turn around again
looking ahead, it’s just me, wishing us peace.

[Cloric the Cleric]

2 Poems

"THIRTY"

What a dismal year.
The worst 365 days of my life,
So far, that is.
Knock on wood, here's to thirty-one.

April 13, 2007


"CHANGES"

Changes, everywhere I look
They seem to be all I see,
All I feel, all I know.
What is, it is no longer what was.

What was once up has become sidewise.
What was forward is now at a slant.
Black is a pale rose, green the brilliant orange
Of the perfect sunset. White is gone completely.

I take a step and solid ground
Vanishes; becomes an insubstantial cloud.
I wade the ocean, only to find
Myself knee deep in the murkiest swamp.

I don't like to change, my comforts
Mean too much to me - to my balance.
I'm sure I've told God that once before,
But He just chuckled; and I was born anyway.

April 13, 2007

[Daspar]

outside cold presses in,
a small room with only
a radiator unfreezing my toes.

thoughts of you, your hair,
on my pillow; in my clothes,
everywhere.

where's my coffee? where
is my toast? time for me
to egg it up, fetta and all.

[Amos]

I wrote a poem in my lecture today. It is vaguely based on the experience of being an unimpressed, self-pitying student. Clearly I was not feeling myself. Actually I am always writing poems in boring lectures, and they always reflect my unhappy situation: this means of course that I cannot vouch for the quality of the material. Art is so cruel..


STYLE ACCORDING TO AMOS

All writing is a caricature of
everyday speech, of actual
Blah.

I need to wash this sweater.
Feel mirthless. Saw
a white scarf tied

to a wooden rail. Tiles on a trailer.
A fat man wearing a colorful shirt.
What is the purpose

of these ghosts or embryos of meaning,
this idiot waving his hands?
Are we following the script

of some absurdist drama?
All lecturing is a caricature
of real teaching,

of reciprocal learning, of actual
Blah.

[Anita Blake]

looking through some poetry files I had, this is something I wrote in 2000 on my fridge with magnetic poetry...


How he shimmers like
A drug of passion,
His aesthetic form almost makes me
Scream in young suffering.
You say I am absurd
Only fully knowing him
Through my senses;
This angel sculpted of smoke

[night faerie]

I lost my innocence
On a bet
Left it behind
Walked off the set
Took 80 dollars
for my time
kept the pain
and made it mine

...nf

[night faerie]

Who knows what nose
Will adorn thy face
How long the arms to
Return my embrace
What color eyes
Will look to me
Will they be inquisitive,
placid, angry?

Who knows what word
You’ll utter first
What sort of knowledge
for which you’ll thirst
How old you’ll be
when first you read
At what ripe age
You’ll sow your own seed

Who knows what nose
Will adorn that face
But surely t’will be
divine as Grace.

[Lyle]

*

He fell all on his own
at the backs of the busy crowd.
He had his own kingdom made and he
fashioned his own throne.
"Do you believe there is a God?"
Not if everyone dies alone.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Is there a final stop, a
resting place set aside for those
who leave the path, who drop the chase?
Or is it more cold waiting in the wings,
more empty rooms just filled with things.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Burnt incense on the air,
like a soul shaking in the breeze.
Alone and abandoned and avoiding
all the expectant stares.
What became of youthful joys,
all the girls and all the boys now
leave them in the dirt like
Old, forgotten toys.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Rusted hinges groan out loud
To startle the rats in the busy crowd.
Cracked eggshells, drying blood-tears makes
a farce of mundane fears.
Hope, too is cast aside now; a worn out shoe.
My bride is dressed up all in blue.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

I'd inscribe the words on my soul
If I could but nobody says all the things
they should.
So I'll postpone the message, not yet sent,
Of trust and love and black lament.
It's just if you had asked you'd know, that
though we all one day get to go...
Not one of us burns out and noone ever fades away.


Yeah. That's what I'd say.

[Lyle]

Another old one, this particular "poem" penned during a frenzied weekend of gambling, excessive alcohol consumption and general all-round behaviour which is not conducive to growing old. I remember an especially vile hang-over but I have some perspective on hang-overs. They are like the bill you recieve after the meal. The awkwardness after sex. The eye of the storm and the ghost in reflections. I always write when I'm hungover. Hemingway wrote while he was drunk but this just goes to show how boring he was.


*

Welcome gentle shepherds and opulent
old Kings, welcome to our generation, this
time of new-born thoughts and time of
new-born things. Welcome ones that came
before, pioneers of the Past. Welcome all the new
ones too, the first one to the last. To
dance and drown in the lakes of your birth.
To pull those links and roots that bind you still -
to watch the children all grow old and
burn to bathe the dirty earth.

Welcome to the chrysalis of the soul,
hardening shell and soft, chewy centre.
Welcome the re-definition of roles, the
gates of fashionable seasons that we do
our best to quietly enter.
Welcome the Monsters &
Martyrs – the fervently concluded.
Welcome, grim followers of truth
Welcome O' contented and deluded.
Shed your skins in the moon’s blue rays
and dance in the waters of your birth.
Those links and roots that bind us
Until we remember to forget the Earth.


*

Not that I'm comparing myself to Hemingway. ~cough~ :ninja:

[Lyle]

It's about time.


Allow for this sun to remain uncontested.
Forgive the ocean that
Douses the flame.
Permit the night-time access
To nothing and
Follow the footpath
that unlocks the future.

This kingdom of nowhere, this empire of now.

Eternity's harvest is midnight, black wine.
Let's all drink 'til never and it's about time.

Follow the footpath that
takes us from nowhere.
Show us the heavens
which cradle the sun.
Allow your son to remain uncontested.

This empire of nowhere, this kingdom of now.

Hope that tomorrow names all her children,
Pray that her children still worship the future.
Escape the Mother and escape the Word.
Give wings to queries for
escaping answers.
Give answers time and then they'll understand.

[sir archely]

Try living in a yesterday or tomorrow and you’ll find that you cannot,
Though I see sometimes those people who seem to have forgot,
That a yesterday is just a now that went and became a when,
Never will those whens be times and time again.
And tomorrow is naught but a now that someday just might be,
A now that if we’re fortunate you and I might see.

[sir archely]

laughing girl,
i hear you there.
a glinting smile, a twinkling eye,
far away from this life of mine.
two souls, intertwined,
yet never woven into one.
the weave undone before begun,
we drift together and apart.
you are there, in my heart always.
a love not lost, just never found.
and that sound,
your laughter,
stays with me.

[joshuathemakaleen]

Fisherking Interrogation


Aye, the silver beams of hope to watch the crimson in the east
Lighten just another notch to light the souls at least
Unable to embrace the dark and to the deep confine
Declined this night to sleep to reap and the to rest recline

Gainst nothing. Idle fascination races with indigo above
Below I'll sink to dream and fly just as a Dove.
All Magpies true and that the grace of God's words
Krishnan Consciousness translations say this thrall not for the birds.

On Ravenous wing for whom the flag flew he tells us of the Count
Of solace called US embassy it baits a peaceful neutrality the mount
Nothing called in Vision a Beast yet today is that day
A way to something culled like Christmas Trees for whom does it pay

Promises Paul the Peter honed pelt of pure pauper Holy Spirit
Who Knew! Haunting! In this His Time! And not at all for it
Corruption tangled Damascene New Years Eve? And sure as Sure perceive
Solace always gives us reason and season no adhesion to deceive

For snow and schemes for undeployed and absent in heart
Sure I tow these memories of pure there are no Lords of Time baking blackbirds in a tart
Our Lady in the Sky called a Spirit clad oft in Darkness
Freddie M he curioed this too to much rivalry in Archness

Branch of yea through the shadow of Jehasohphat THE PILLAR IS ABSALOM!!!
Through the wisdom of accepted nature he heard it first through Mum
The historic Imperial n Imperial loves even Jesus ethereal
The geographic shot by internet leaving nothing immaterial

Dutiful to lapsed time recognition I find this is the duration
In French why can't I recall my parents synesthesis seperation
Our Lady has no horned head or goats feet undeneath
Like the soul who says he sings fair Jezebel bequeath

She is no mystic, it would be false, to say I am a Virgin
Instead, she's the image in Vision everyone's seen a version
Sow! I stopped thinking and broke open the sanity of saints
It is now the salivatory that aint it taints

His school - her deity the logic of the evening
Graven Shadey, Linda Gray and Grace left Grieving.

[joshuathemakaleen]

Slowly to Dying

Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
My short abodes here atop the cliffs and winds
This way, and one's the truth I need it in a prayer
As rare as this warmth at Christmas
As though we care called warped and weird
Its todays the day and infinite feared finite of tomorrows
Let there be light, and for mercy let there be shadows for the sorrows
Don't forget to to pick up without a perforation
To the restoration of your belief that its eternity with ghost gospel
Mary's brother Lord of leper host

Certain never, because I'd made way to a cosmic of ordinarty stars
And you know when you've gone real far when smoking at the bar and tv speaks that far
Serenity wasn't a farce
There and none the deep indigo waters
Wherein sleeps more sons and ye daughters

True, that I had made enough of the grey and told to sold my silver for gold
Closer now with ladies to hear me sing all praise that raises the deal "in"

[Mike]

I'll read that again when I'm less sleepy. This seriously messes with my understanding of English :D

[joshuathemakaleen]

its a rare consonant

[joshuathemakaleen]

my poem I'm putting in here cause i don't want to be a troll

On the block, crystal rock, Sahans cock
I seek Highness
On my imac on the track, back to back
I seek Highness
Couth calls me I seek highness
Eagles feather eagles wing, enchanted quill Dollar bill
Couth calls me I seek highness
To the beast to the beast to the beat
Odd Antichrist
Desert Feast Quantum Least
God Antichrist
Heaven sends it
I seek Highness

[joshuathemakaleen]

'Dying'

Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
My short abodes here atop the cliffs and beneath the winds
I bore no heart attones
This way and one's the truth
I need it in prayer as rare as this warmth at christmas
As though I care ...

When warped and weird its todays the day and infinite of tomorrows
Let there be light, let there be shadows
Since ... only able for the sorrows
Don't forget to pick up without a perforation

To the restoration of my belief its eternally echhoes

Certain, never, because I'd made my way to a cosmic with ordinary stars
Harks then to the day when sanity wasn't a Creature's farce
There and none the deep indigo waters wherein sleep more sons and ye daughters
True that I had made enough of the grey bar silver horizons and increased my cash for gold
Till the glue of the blue


(my only comment for interpretation is varied time lapse recognition of the usual poetics)