Writing Poems (not angsty)

[Shi no Tenshi]

Yes not angsty, perish the thought. I write a series of very unusual poems. Sometimes they have more than one meaning, sometimes I don't know what they mean and sometimes they aren't meant to have meaning but are a play on words.

You can see all of them at [url]http://riskyrhyme.diaryland.com/older.html[/url] in chronological order.

Here are some of my favourites.

[url]http://riskyrhyme.diaryland.com/040708_15.html[/url]

(Warning - this one is not for those with weak stomachs)

I'm not too sure what this one is about actually. I guess I had in mind how people tend to overlook the beauty in what is ugly and go for what is pretty and trim. When I wrote this I had in mind that the gingerbread men were poisoned and the person was saved by the blood of the raw meat but oh well.

[b]Tea Time[/b]

Mommy served me raw meat
And gingerbread men today
The raw meat glistening, red
Traced with a delta of purple veins
White tumours squished in with a brain
Minced and smooth
Slimy with goo
Like something just gave birth to it
But it's dead
Fresh still, smelling like
A cured buffet
So that I won't get diseases
Like brain fever, schizophrenia, the shakes
I won't touch it, not with my fork
Nor spoon, nor spork
Maybe the knife
Like the one that has taken its life
And then the gingerbread men
Stood there grinning
With red, green and yellow buttons
Frosting eyes and a smile
A tint of orange for flavour
A drop of chamomile
And the scents of flowers, sugars,
Milk and honey
Flour and eggs
Special things that are baked
On a greasy clean tray
Doughy tummies
Sweet hands and shoes
Now tainted and soggy with blood
From the raw meat leaking
On the plate
If they hadn't been stained
I would have eaten them
With my fingers instead.

[url]http://riskyrhyme.diaryland.com/040708_37.html[/url]

This one is religious, or an attack against religion. How people believe everything they hear in church when religion has killed off a lot of what it teaches (although it's getting A LOT better... I don't know why I'm so cruel to the church x_x)

[b]Sunday Dress[/b]

Hey little girl
With ribbons in your hair
You only get to dress up
When you go to Sunday school
But how can you smile
When your mother is dead
Crucified, naked
Hanging over your head
And how can you laugh
When the rock this church
Was built on
Has eroded, corroded
Into the veils of time
How can you learn
When what you hear
Is not what it seems
Hey little girl with ribbons
In your dark, dark hair
You complained the font leaks
That through a crack
Water seeps
Look closer,
Cause in reality
It's a wound
That is doomed to bleed
Till the roots run dry
Sit down and cry
Your tears cannot fill the ocean
No matter how hard you try.

[url]http://riskyrhyme.diaryland.com/040708_67.html[/url]

I wrote this for a competition, I forgot what I got though. It's rather old, but I like it. The message is odd... there are several if you can pick them out.

[b]Invisible Friend[/b]

You are my silent companion
The silver on the upturned
Abdomen of a fish
A bit like my once
Schlemiel heart
Ghostly, is your trait
I can see you
Much like sand
When it is struck
By lightening
But the others are blind
To your presence
Or is it they don't want
To see?
No matter
I guess to them
You are as transparent
As a liar
However to me
You are like a
Glass of tainted water
Please don't allow them
To drink you down
Stay forever as the
Glass of a picture frame
With myself under
Your skin
Only myself
Be the cornea of my eye
Invisible, but there
As real as ever
Sometimes I think that
Maybe it is you who is real
And me who is
Make-believe.

[url]http://riskyrhyme.diaryland.com/040708_2.html[/url]

This poem is not angsty. It's religious ;] It's about how people don't believe in God when the signs are there. Or how people avoid things and live in denial.

[b]Photographing the Dark[/b]

my life is a monochrome
it turns deeper and lighter shades
but never
changes
just grey
like an antique film playing
on and on
a roulette
silence
actions are noted before speech
you are motionless
black ink does not perform miracles
just like
a newspaper
lies
and the rain falls upon me
wash away the 21st letter
pinpoint my madness
but it's not that
call me eccentric, but
i doubt you
i don't believe the time
you give me
a circle is not a number
a junction
made of grey concrete
don't show me the colour in that
it doesn't exist
millions of dots on the floor
a crow picks one up
it flies away
leaving a trail of white feathers
but i know
it cannot be more than one
type
the noise makes static
a sound like
an unknown movement
be still
because you do not impress
me
your sound is broken
calling less people
to a congregation
just please, don't pretend
to turn the light on
in my monochrome life.

[shadow15]

hey your a really good poet. Can you check out mine its on here. Its one of my calmest pieces tell me if its good I ask you this because your a really good poet.

luv ash

[Semjaza]

I never post in here, but your "not angsty" comment took my attention heh.

I like these. They're very surreal in many senses, but they're not hard to figure out either. I think a large problem with a lot of written work is that if someone has an odd piece, they tend to go too far with it. Things you wouldn't understand unless they were explained to you, words made up, etc. This doesn't have these problems and from what I've seen, that's a very hard thing to accomplish.