Evisoun Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 The water's been too cold lately to go swimming So we sit around with long shirts and the fire's so warm I could just walk in She's the only one with a business suit blue-green And if everyone's smiling It's a warm Friday She'll prick her fingers cry I'm not sure how old she is because she tells me She can see the gray-air She colors inside the lines while I and the others color wild And everything comes in a can for her Open Spill Cook for twenty minutes I want to laugh in her face with the others I could file her life before cracking her head open She would be a lot less human If she could come down the stairs and dress in longs shirts I want to say Stop turning to others and lie because the water you stay in is frozen And you can't stand the cold. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 [color=royalblue]It was Sin, Crawling up from the lake, Watched over by a Godfather, Loved and Feared together. Outsiders knew nothing, Insiders knew too much, And the Godfather of the town, Had everyone take the Oath. The Sin was great, And it was eventually served. Countless were killed, Mysteriously and Swiftly. One man stood up to it, He finally defeated Sin, How? Nobody can say.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biida Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 Misty, pale, beautiful, There she stands Below my windowsill. Light blue eyes, See through me. A fallen angel at her feet. Shivering, so cold, alone. Come to me, my sweet unknown. Tell me your name, My Goddess of the Moon... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ars_magicae Posted July 10, 2003 Share Posted July 10, 2003 okay I'll enter one this is my first one entered One Lost Twas many blue moons ago That I last saw her face Oh, how I long to see that face And its beauty like a blooming rose To be lost in her eyes again Those oceans of tranquility And to be enwrapped in her presence Overwhelms and entanges all senses But I shall never again See the beauty of that face Be lost in those eyes Or even feel her presence Fore she is the One Lost Lost to the tides of time Locked forever in the past A puncture in the heart A scab upon the soul A feeling of eternal emptiness Of which you'll never want to know But if I could go back And never even see her face I would not I could not I must continue on She has allowed me to see The next beacon of light Out upon the horizon And that light is the one I seek And when I finally reach the light She will be my One Found ___________________________________ if any comments this poem is on my thread 'my poem', so plz put them there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 10, 2003 Share Posted July 10, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue]And the frost falls to the ground, And the roses lie, Underneath the snow, That's where all lovers hide. But you'll be just a little stronger, But the roses bloom, Once more for you, When the winter's gone. That song for a stranger, That haunting melody, It echoes in my ears, And I know the roses will rise up. You'll be just a little stronger, When the winter's gone.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biida Posted July 10, 2003 Share Posted July 10, 2003 These words, These words, Spewing from your mouth. Searching my mind, You kill what you find. And you love me. And you leave me. And you kill me. "You'll never bring me down." "You'll never bring me down." And you bring me down again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted July 10, 2003 Share Posted July 10, 2003 [size=1] Heh. These are some different poems, I guess. All I can say is it has been [i]really[/i] hard to write lately, so I'm glad I have something to share. I do admit, in the second poem especially, these could use work, but I like the rawness, I guess. [b][u]nobody said[/b][/u] only made of bones and that's all i know they say they come in twos an arm, a hand, a leg and they're right and they're right only made of bones that's all that's all i know i wear these ribs on my heart poking prodding and it hurts though it still pumps, still works i wear these ribs on my heart so give me hands to break so give me legs to shock the aches and an arm to never forget hug me while and hug me we're only made of bones on my ribs just like a heart my brain's putting a smile on my face the bone's touching putting a smile on my face there's a skull on my brain and they said freedom has a name that's putting a smile on my face there's no freedom never seen that place but at least it's putting a smile on my face so the skull's like my ribs poking prodding all over the place nobody said it's easy nobody said it'd be this hard on my face a smile like wrinkles on a hand poking and prodding all over the place nobody said it's easy nobody said it'd be this hard i've tried to say it's easy i've tried to say it'd never be this hard and all i've found is the start where my bones are cold and snow and softly poking hearts so hug and hug me let's keep going to the start all we are is bones one crack and one break all we are is bones our hands, our arms they come in twos of missing you all we are is bones the bones on my heart ribs poking prodding the bones on my brain skull shifting thudding all we are is bones we have skin we have breath we have friends and our heads but our bones wail and through them we exhale going on and going all we are is bones and nobody said it'd be easy nobody said it'd be this hard and i've tried to say it'd be easy i've tried to say it wouldn't be this hard all i've found is the start where my bones are cold and snow and softly spoken so hug and hug me let's keep going back to the start all we are is bones that's all i know keep going back to the start so keep going that's all i know and hug me because that's all i know [b][u]let it go there[/b][/u] running in circles doppleganger claws and comet tails follow it all back to the start i'm going back the start going back to the place i used to know going to tell you the way my shadow will carry me to the place was looking at daisies beautiful sighs in my head wonderful petals circles all over i tell you i'm sorry going in circles all over beautiful sighs in my head the comet tails never looked so serene such a shame the world's this way my shadow will carry me to the place so take me back to the start let it all end there i can tell you the pain i can tell you the guesses even questions of where it speaks the loudest it comes back to haunt me what a rush to the start open my wound let it bleed on my fingers tell myself it's all in the start open my mouth let it speak on my teeth tell myself it'll all mean in the end i tell you i'm sorry beautiful sighs go through my head stars of the sky that's black as dark i want it to end even as it starts but maybe i'm not cut out saying i'm crazy open my wound let it bleed on my fingers and the taste the blood on my lips saying i'm crazy open my mouth let it speak on my teeth and let the truth be a zipper on my coat i tell you i've got to tell you the doppleganger has his claw on me i'm haunted by the shadows and the truth is i want to say it's too much i'll open my mouth i'll open my wound let it all bleed on my fingers and sink into my skin let it go in there and let it all swim like salmon on my lips i'm saying i'm crazy i shouldn't be this way look at all the other people out there suffer and suffer and it doesn't end there saying i shouldn't be this way but the doppleganger has his eye on me and my shadow makes me hide even when i open my eyes or i open my mouth or i open a wound and bleed it all into my skin it'll thicken in my brain i want to say it's too much i've got my secrets everyone does and it'll stay in my blood even as it thins in my brain so let it go in there let it all swim like salmon on my lips or buoyancy in my gall bladder it doesn't matter anyways i just don't want to care doppleganger has a wonderful claw comet tails in my hand running circles in my head and i just don't want to care but the reasons don't need that for some reason it's just that so let it go in there in my head all the secrets deserve the place someday it'll all be over these beautiful sighs in my head all i've learned meaning nothing and i'll just finally be dead the secrets deserving their place letting the dirt be on the ground it'll thicken in my brain as the head lice and locusts and maggots eat it away what a smile that deserves today it doesn't matter anyways so why not now just let it all fall away i'm sure if i let this wound bleed long enough it'll change but change is a rock i guess i'll just have to stand here all on top i'm doing dragonflies and circles going on doppleganger claws the tails never looked so gone tell you i need you tell you about these beautiful sighs in my head so let it go in there i guess i'll just stand here and wait it all out wait until it changes what a rock i guess i'll just stand here all on top my shadow will carry me to the place[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted July 10, 2003 Author Share Posted July 10, 2003 [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i] [B][size=1] Heh. These are some different poems, I guess. All I can say is it has been [i]really[/i] hard to write lately, so I'm glad I have something to share. I do admit, in the second poem especially, these could use work, but I like the rawness, I guess. [/b][/size] [color=indigo]Heh, Mitch, I really liked [u]let it go there[/u], It gave me a "panicky" feeling and, at the same time, it made me laugh ([i]buoyancy in my gall bladder[/i]...great line) I've had trouble thinking of anything the least bit creative to write poetry wise...I have a poem that I am working on now, so I'll edit this thread and add it tomorrow...[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evisoun Posted July 11, 2003 Share Posted July 11, 2003 [SIZE=1]It's raining outside And I'm cold My mother is telling me to get ready But I already am She's still trying out different pants I'm sitting in the kitchen And my lunch is beside me in a paper bag A bag with whipped cream cheese -mother mother really likes whipped things I don't- A bag of chips Box of juice Maybe a yogurt without a spoon (My mother forgot) And I didn't even have to look inside I feel like staying home today And finish painting my room red My brother told me he would help months ago But he probably fogot Especially since he took the painting materials last week To help his friend paint five rooms, three tables and six chairs I doesn't matter My mother will force me to go to school anyway I'm waiting inside the car now And my mother slams the door as we leave She decided to wear a dress and a nice white blouse The collars make an upside down smile at me My mother is smiling really wide She drives down the wet road Waiting for the road to move her And I like the sound of window washers Squeak against the car glass Because it's only drizzling outside She cautiously turns a corner -some car might crash into hers- like she cautiously washes dishes or folds laundry or picks up broken pieces of glass I'm at my school And I grab my book bag and walk out the car door -I close it shut- My mother honks at me from inside Outside, I can see that she is holding my lunch She opens the window and leans forward to pass it to me I reach to grab it but I'm either too early or too late And it falls to the ground in a puddle. [/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicoTranzrig Posted July 11, 2003 Share Posted July 11, 2003 [size=2][COLOR=darkblue]A broken toaster, sitting beside a tree. Tossed aside by its former owner, considered useless. For months it lay, drenched by sun and rain; Its luster never tarnished. Laying in the backyard, A bird came to its side. It stared at itself curiously and pecked at the metal shell. Startled, it stood there looking at the damage The bird had done to itself. [/COLOR][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evisoun Posted July 12, 2003 Share Posted July 12, 2003 I'd rather crawl on the floor and drool licking the waste from greasy paper plates than walk with palms up and let others place their weights on me But my eyes are too alert and my ears twitch too quick. It hurts too much with greasy hair Dirt planting into my skin If I close my eyes it's not me anymore I'll resist the urge to wash them. I hate the children that walk around like slaves and fall into my elbow because their hands are always up caving in and hungry I follow the givers too much. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted July 12, 2003 Share Posted July 12, 2003 [size=1][b][u]wagon man[/b][/u] what was that i saw was it in the flesh could it touch and could it sigh with the best of me? all i know is what my eyes see and that's nothing maybe i should go back to the used to be because my blood rushes to my head and it fingers me like haunted man on that long tongue tell me is something on your tongue was it in the flesh? you know that in the flesh my head is a mannequin like haunted man on that long tongue can you utter like him? i think not i think you're lost just like us all so can you tell me what was it i saw it said to me that dreams are red wagons like ones i draw with my crayon when it rains and that those wagons carry a toll tell me is something on your tongue was it in the flesh was it what i saw? not to be sure but it's gone like my red wagon i drew it's just that haunted man on that long tongue ride with me then ride with me in the flesh where peach and tan and blush are your crayons where haunted man on long tongue can drawl like rain the spit of our draw so i can tell you now my head is a mannequin and i don't think you can utter like him in the flesh is drawn and ride with me then ride on to never window ride to never window where the man sits with his tongue and the wagon rolls that i drew with the rain[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted July 12, 2003 Author Share Posted July 12, 2003 [color=indigo][b]Just a Boy[/b] Ordinary boy is all I wanted you to be to skip and jump and play in the sand in the warm summer breeze. Extraordinary Boy is all I wanted you to be calculating complex algorithms staring lonely at a green computer screen Artistic Boy is all I wanted you to be coloring sketches of your musical dreams in Hemmingway's margins Athletic Boy is all I wanted you to be hurdling opponents on the grassy field with the greatest of ease A Mother's Boy is all I wanted you to be to have and to hold to cherish and give my entire soul My loving child is what you will always be no matter where you go until the stars grow cold my love for eternity.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted July 12, 2003 Share Posted July 12, 2003 [size=1][b][u]city of the faceless[/b][/u] there's hair on all their faces long and curly and black but where are their faces all i see is a hood as the night crick-croaks on from the frogs and the crickets when i pull back the hood i wonder what is there wonder if they have a smile or if their eyes are blue or green like leaves in hair these are the faceless the hand feeds telling in a whisper that their eyes aren't green and they aren't blue like sadness in hair these are the faceless the crickets sing they gather here in the lost where the sky is blue and the angels coarse through their love yous saying please and please as the night crick-croaks on yet all the frogs do is want a kiss from their song lust-love for some prince that's so long gone where do we go nobody knows faceless we all have style and god gives us grace putting a smile upon our faceless face lipstick is red on lips with no face like a blush and a crush on god's grace take the crayon and take the trace it all leads to putting a smile upon our faceless face and god gave you style and gave you grace he put a smile upon your face all the faces on their ground saying they own this land and it's theirs but lips are meant for kisses and murmur not for words that mean nothing in the end this holy land is forever and for a prince that's so long gone this city of faceless that all sacrifice in his name where the crickets sing their lost and the frogs kiss with their faceless lips and all they can say is god gave you style god gave you grace he put a smile upon your face [b][u]walking in the city of the faceless[/b][/u] i was walking in the city of the faceless wondering where the moon's face went and where the sun's smile had gone and left to i've got to tell you the people here are blind i point up to the sky saying there's nothing there and all they do is nod their heads no saying the sun's there fine and the moon's howling with the wolves grand i got to tell how cold it's here in the city of the faceless all the people walk around with their hair all down on their heads saying to me they see fine when i point out they don't have an eye or that they don't have a face that all they are is lips and all they do is nod their heads no saying their eyes are fine but their lips only stare me on and the empty sky says empty and the no moon says he's swiss cheese but these holes are all over and it hurts to see even the shinning sun has gone and left gone green like mold on stale bread yet they all say their eyes see fine that the sun's up there doing his shine i just got to say again the people here are blind never did i know such an empty sea where there's no fish no salmon or walleye to swim but this sky's empty as an empty glass and there isn't much here to do in this city of the faceless one day on this vacation i grabbed this guy's hair with a scratch putting it off his head and to the side i looked into another empty sky no moon and no sun grinning wild at me the guy got all mad as he spoke with his lips it was like a croak as he said and i never got to say it again but the people here are blind i was exiled from the city of the faceless after that and i grinned wild at them like a thorny weed telling them that they can't see telling them how blind they are but all they did was quake their heads in anger their hair falling all down and up in faceless saying i was racist how you can be racist to a smile on a lip i don't know but these faceless were sure mad then so as i walked off i gave their city a kick saying i'd never seen such a wall that was so thick or such a wall where it meant so much that it made me sick and those faceless i've never seen ever since i've been wandering round wondering why i didn't tell them down tell them that i was exiled based on lies and a wall because as i've said those faceless were blind they couldn't see at all [/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicoTranzrig Posted July 13, 2003 Share Posted July 13, 2003 [COLOR=darkblue][b]Dank[/b] Third to the two giants in the sky Minute in size Overshadowed by the abundant lush Creeping around the earth like slender shadows. Sunlight spokes through the trees; Moonlight blankets in white mist Obliged to a free-fall come morning once again. An intimate silence is broken And loneliness lies under a tip of leaves. Once again, our presence is subtle. [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted July 13, 2003 Author Share Posted July 13, 2003 [color=indigo][center]complex, convex shapes invade my horizon and what borders dreams and sleep are skewed by hues of infinite and my dreamline lies under a comfortable comforter in a room where false wind screams through 110 volts of nature rippling the water glass finicky faeries pirouette pouncing perfunctualy on balls of grey fire their shimesens play to Oberon's slumber and my dreamline lies with both infinite and intimate as a thin sheet nooses a fetal fortunate soul's breath rippling the water glass portraits of portable profiles of those never met swagger and saunter unhumiliated and uninvited behind the eye's mind my dreamline lies beyond the sea past the gates of Narnia and Hell as reality is but a grain of sand on a wind swept beach[/center][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mitch Posted July 13, 2003 Share Posted July 13, 2003 [size=1][b][u]circles[/b][/u] when the twang is a guitar and your hands are freaks you're singled out and the spiders are twin hawks when the sight goes back again and your hands can't see again you're going to a circle in your head and then the spiders are weaving their webs is it too hard to make a show that the truth is given as a moan that you're never going to be good enough well, i will twang my guitar to horse strings and i will let my hands be two freaks on coney island there at that circle i will fly with the spiders that are twin hawks and on that cone i will eat my vanilla ice cream laying on top through my fingers the vanilla will flow until it goes so deep that my fingernails are bleeding then my cuticles will be clean this change that you slip away and you're never going to be good enough so at least you made it show the truth is just the wood on my fence so circle me in my area i'm going in circles and they're freaks not coney island like my hands but clowns with large sneers and noses encouragement isn't in their eyes and i smile at the thought, me failing or dying but long before when i wasn't singled out and my guitar was just yo-yo string i'd send the pain below and i'd be suffocating oxygen leaving and rushing to my head that is a cry of a rush of blood to the head but long before having hurt i'd twang my guitar and write with my blood i'd send the pain down but now i can't feel my chest i'm bleeding and it's not going i can't feel my chest how the light of my hands feels so good in my ears how good it felt to have a liver and the bile is never going to come back so i'll just smile at the thought, me ever feeling anything worth keeping because it'll never be good enough for them or for those faceless faces in their houses i'm going in circles with my hands painting a pen with the lines tracing windy trees and what i'm drawing on the twang of my guitar will never be good enough for me or for anything i ever do so circle my fence those spiders in the hair i feel the sky giving out and all i can do is stare[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 14, 2003 Share Posted July 14, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue]You are not mine, And I am not yours, It was a mistake, A moment of passion played upon the wind. Foolish of me, So useless and wrong, To waste myself, And then let you go up. Bearing you was pain, Killing you was worse, You know the truth, I could not have allowed life. Where there should've been death, Despair and know, That even though it pained me, I would do it again. Child that is not mine.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evisoun Posted July 14, 2003 Share Posted July 14, 2003 I was walking down the road leaving for California when I saw a house Ugly and dirty and chipped with bricks too flat and creamy They reminded me of a sweet vanilla ice cream that made you sick after the first bite The curtains were limp and saggy like old ballerinas And a pale yellow light tried to peer at me through them. I hoped I would never see that house again But thirty years later it was passed down to me by my mother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicoTranzrig Posted July 14, 2003 Share Posted July 14, 2003 [COLOR=darkblue][b]Break[/b] Poor, wretched figures. Start up, Rapidly run, Tire out. Greed, horrible apathy Spread their minds open Blank faces, Existing in two planes at once.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 15, 2003 Share Posted July 15, 2003 [color=royalblue]And they all fall, Llike a thousand teardrops, From a painted sky, A temporary fix. But that isn't the way, Things should be, With everything so transparent, Easy to break free from. We need a way to fly, Freedom from this sadness, But it won't come, And we all fall down.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evisoun Posted July 17, 2003 Share Posted July 17, 2003 We all have family and our father holds us so close because he loves his children we watched each other turn purple I was always jealous of you because he held you tighter and you hated me because I had slipped away but, it gets to be too much when all the choices come to stare at me like blank paper And I'll try to tell you it's ok with paper skirts melting into my skin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicoTranzrig Posted July 18, 2003 Share Posted July 18, 2003 [center][b]Crumbs[/b] Laying them never led you back Only pushed you further into existence. Enticed to eat? Yes. But filled with the putrid dirt You stepped into them. Like small beacons They revealed much of your past In different ways, but knew nothing; Cared nothing about what 'lies' ahead. [b]Duty & Desire[/b] Between duty and desire, Chances pass as one night stands. Can someone help this baby, fast? Seeking for a long time, Merely finding a bottle and a breast. Which should he take? He knows nothing To him, it?s obvious she knows the rest. Now it?s all on her: A stick of butter A bar of soap A baby, age 3, still cries, crawls. She picks up the phone, but he never calls. [/center] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 18, 2003 Share Posted July 18, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue]Broken...don't be. There's some grace left, Just for you, And enough for me. Fearful...don't be. There's hope within, Bravery for you, And a little left for me. Hurting...don't be, There's healing inside, Gentleness for you, And more than enough for me.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Asphyxia Posted July 20, 2003 Share Posted July 20, 2003 [size=1]A whisper of the wind A sigh of the heart My childhood dreams Will fall apart. [i]Mary, mary quite contrary How does your garden grow?[/i] Without hopes and dream -- no feelings Knowledge is all I know. [i]Said Simple Simon to the pieman Let me taste your ware.[/i] Said the pieman "No free deals I've no pies to spare. [i]Rock a bye baby In the tree tops[/i] When your death comes You'll pull out the stops. All of a sudden Our nurserry rhymes leave Crushed by our minds With nought a reprieve.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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