Writing Poem

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[U]the picture on my wall[/U]

It is modestly attached by a nail, and
Cleverly hidden so as not to
Disturb the calming ambiance.


An image so profound, so
Mind-bending I have yet
To crack the complex
Code in which holds the answer.


I find myself gazing at it in the mornings,
When my eyes are adjusting to the new day,
My hands clumsily overflowing
Milk on my bowl of cereal,
Dry flakes scattering carelessly
On the wooden table.


I stare straight into its very soul,
As deep as it's painted ocean,
created simply by dipping the
Dark bristled brush into the
Desired color and carefully placing
It on the canvas.


I see beyond the painting as well,
The scene stretching beyond the
Old-fashioned wooden frame,
The barrier that forbids me to
Witness any more of this fantasy.


A thousand words unspoken,
Countered by a thousand
Fantasies.


[U]Pain Killer:[/U]

For adults 12 and up:
Two capsules every four to six hours.


Fallen on knees
weak from coughing,
choking on pills-
bottle labels false promises:
guaranteeing fast pain relief.


Use as directed.


Head pounding, blood pumping
through ears, temples,
eyes sensitive to light,
heart sensitive to emotion.


Shake the bottle unsteadily
as red and white capsules
spill out from the almost empty
container.


Lips part slowly,
pills held under tongue for a moment,
tasting the shape, the slightly dissolved
medication leaking out on taste buds.


Hands shake,
stomach churning,
dropping to familiar cold tile.


WARNING:
Do not exceed dosage.




[u]Inked Dreams[/u]


Broken raindrops flood my window
Scattering on the payne
Looking out I can see it go
And I can't drown the pain
But I can let the ink flow
Curving letters, carving away
Inked dreams of sorrow and woe
Casting darkness, shadowing day.



Watching helplessly as it passes her by
So helpless, she just wants to cast it aside
But when she felt it, she just broke down and cried
And prayed, all alone in her room at night
Sorrow the only thing inside her empty eyes
She sighs, wondering how to cope
And cries, the thunder bringing no hope
The lightning, a beautiful flash across the sky
Somewhat frightning, but just like her life
A little thunder roars, easy to ignore
But deep down, inside her very core
It creeps around, she knows what's in store
But soon it comes out and shocks her
Thunder so loud, it blocks her
Reflexes, gains vexes, and soon she locks her
Mind up, emotions hidden
A question unspoken, a smile forbidden
Locked up in her own little world
Where she can just be the little girl
She used to be, carefree and happy
Where it was so easy
She just wants to be free.


Broken raindrops flood my window
Scattering on the payne
Looking out I can see it go
And I can't drown the pain
But I can let the ink flow
Curving letters, carving away
Inked dreams of sorrow and woe
Casting darkness, shadowing day.


An idea forming in her head
The schema: ink dreams instead
Letting the thoughts flow out
Getting the once forgotton out
She feels refreshed
This reflection of self
Her only meditation, the only heaven in hell
The only calm in a swell
Waves crashing upon her, the ebb foaming as well
But her dreams, her writing
Seem to be the only lighting
Her words spilling out
From her soul, no doubts
Feeling warm in the cold
Breeze, she's now able to seize
Her emotions, freeze them and
The oceans, capture and hold it
Her rapture, her moments
Of elated bliss, no longer gated this
Is her way of dealing, keep writing, no feeling
Forget what was said, write down what was meant
Ink dreams, don't feel a thing, no longer bent.


Broken raindrops flood my window
Scattering on the payne
Looking out I can see it go
And I can't drown the pain
But I can let the ink flow
Curving letters, carving away
Inked dreams of sorrow and woe
Casting darkness, shadowing day.


Every letter that forms begins a new word
Getting better with every scream that is heard
All the emotions flew away like a bird
Long ago, but she doesn't even notice
She doesn't care anymore, she's hopeless
Gripping the pen, urgently writing more
All her thoughts sprawling
She's caught, hauling
The weight of the paper
It's too late for her
Her drained sentiments
So pained, life long ended since
She doesn't even regard
Her tattered clothes, mascara smearing
Bag of bones, no longer fearing
What compelled her to write
What expelled her cries
Her purpose carelessly wasted
On the surface always evasive
One night, looking at creations of her pen
She felt weak, and started crying again
With her last breath, last words, she wrote, "the end".


Broken raindrops flood my window
Scattering on the payne
Looking out I can see it go
And I can't drown the pain
But I can let the ink flow
Curving letters, carving away
Inked dreams of sorrow and woe
Casting darkness, shadowing day.




=).. Tell me what u think about them, i kno that they arent all that good, but i would like to know what u think about them. Thank you.

[Kain]

The last poem was,I think,is the best out of them all.It had shown much thought and work.But it was somewhat simple to understand the emotions in which were put into the poem.The other two were not as well written as the last one but they were still great.There goes my two cents.

[Vegitto4]

Wow. Thats all I really have to say. I've read some damn good poems in the past, but those beat all of them. The emotion that flows from them is unimaginable. I can't imagine the time that was put into them. I applaud you, and your inspiration, whatever it may be.





You should publish those.

[941_1432310904]

Thanks.
Yeah. i enjoy writting poetry, and thats jus random sh*yt i do when im in school bored.....Nothing else to do
lol

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"Here, take it," you said,
Handing the clear, bubbling champagne
Glass to me.
Gazing into your eyes--
Those eyes!
So clear, so pure,
Sparkling
Like the champagne inside
The delicate crystal.
I gently reach out for it,
My hands meet yours,
And I take it.
I notice there is already
Lipstick on the once
Untarnished glass
Before I even take a sip.
Ignoring the crimson print,
I part my lips and slowly
place
Them on the golden brim.
I take a sip
And swallow--
Never has champagne tasted
So sweet, so alive, so refreshing!
I cough;
The aftertaste leaves a distinct bitterness
On my tongue.
I look into your eyes once more,
And you merely look back at me,
And laugh.
Why?
I wonder to myself,
Why did I drink from it?
Room spins, and the last
Vision of mine is of you, with
Your head thrown back,
Laughing.
How foolish of me--
There was lipstick on my champagne glass,
And poison in the bubbles.
I have destroyed myself--
Why did you let me?

[b][color=006699]Please do not double post unless your story/poem exceeds the character limit, which in this case it does not. --Elite.[/b][/color]

[Red]

[b][color=006699]I think the Pain Killer poem is fantastic. A perfect display of some peoples emotions and it really uses imagery well.

You are an excellent poet, keep it up :)[/b][/color]

[vegeta rocker]

The pain killer takes the head as my fav.
I really like the show of emotion.
hahaha do not exceed dosage, wish someone had told me that before.

[Vegitto4]

I like picture on my wall. It shows alot of imagery, and with my descriptive imagination, I love it. I am getting ready to start writing in a minute, I'm rather angry, and can't vent my anger any other way at the moment. I hope mine measure up.

[conpiracymonki]

[b][size=1]
I thought the 'Inked Dreams' and 'Painkiller' poems were excellent.
I don't have time right now to read the next one, but you can bet I will tomorrow![/b][/size]

[Sky Moonflow]

I think the last one was the best. It showed sorrw and many more things. I undertand the emotions put into that poem. And I say that this is the best pome I ever seen.