Writing Today's Poem [M -- As a Precaution]

[Mitch]

[size=1]little paper origami flies
the explosion
the implosion
exploding exoskeleton of an implosion
the nebulae in my iris's eye
the beautiful little cries
the sickening whispers behind the lines

little paper origami flies
wide hopeless ragmans with open wings
hysterically, hysterically
broken down to chemical processing

the implosion the explosion the exploding
the imploding the nexus the beautiful little cries
the nebulae in my iris's eye
little paper origami flies
bended and ripped and torn and
hysterically, hysterically
the sickening gurgles of chemical processing
the sickening eating away
the sickening; the teethed; the headless stare
pointing of an explosions' crosshairs
pointing of an implosions' despair

little paper
little paper origami flies
little paper nothing crumpled and torn
and hysterically, hysterically and
broken down chains and broken down
and chained and broken down

the heart pumping
the heart pounding
the heart crushing
the heart twisted to cruel and steel
without blood going through

and chained and broken down and
hanging around and living it down
and exploding and imploding all around
the nebulae in my iris's eye
little paper origami flies and
living around and let down
broken down to chemical processing and
broken down hysterically
hysterically broken down
let down
hanging around
breathing through water drowned

the heart pumping
the heart pounding
the heart crushing
the heart twisted to cruel and steel and
the sickening whispers behind the lines
sickening paper origami flies
buzzing cruising driving down
hissing shouting pounding it all around
diseased and sick and violated sounds
hysterically broken down and
hysterically broken down
and hanging around[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]A tear falls to the Earth,
And it now weighs a little more than it once did.

An angel flaps her wings,
And the air is displaced suddenly.

Why are we here?
Where are we going?
What is our reason for being?
Time knows.

Do you know?[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=#993300]I sleep in the orchard
And dream of you
Under the orange apple tree
Under sky blue
I count the clouds
And our memories
Under the orange apple tree
Pillowed on autumn leaves
I play our song
On a flute of grass
Under the orange apple tree
I celebrate the past
Huddled together
Before the frost
Under the orange apple tree
Innocence lost
[/color]

[CB Shin]

Under the red light moon,
I see no pain,
Under the red light moon,
I feel your taint,
Under the red light moon,
I hear the silence,
Under the red light moon,
Everything is still...

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So sing with me,
Dance the night away,
Just the two of us,
With nobody to watch and laugh.

It's better this way,
Laughing and turning,
Twirling without a care,
And just being us.

People leave us alone,
The smiles are real,
The feelings are deeper,
And our sensations stronger.

Here with you,
It's heaven.[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] Written for an AP English assignment having to have 7 vocab words from a sheet and 3 correct semicolon uses.

[b][u]the metal heart[/b][/u]
i denounce the metal heart. i denounce it and all its parts.
it has ephemeral beats; like slow lovers yearning for heat.
yet only the sun can touch its rays on their lips; for a machine serves no other purpose but to vacillate.
machines only serve to eat away and rust leaves grey.
it is a sad state of affairs.
yet even in these wears and tears the iron lung breathes its breath.

and will you ever join me in this fist;
the joining of metal i call indifference.
for i bleed for no god and i revere no laws;
i bend my mind to discern my cause.

to denounce the machine is to bury all graves;
it is to pluck all those prolific gains.
to this i am not at all ashamed;
i find i see where others stand and why they idle away.

the metal heart may beat even so
yet i stand here and either way i will go.
call me a pagan and i'll call you a zealot;
call me a pragmatist and i'll call you a craven.
the iron lung will beat even so
yet still i stand here
and either way i will go.

imagine your haven if you wish so
is it in the sky that we bleed and go?
why there are wars when nothing is gained
but fighting for everything yet ending the same
i will never know.
i find i see where others stand
and why they idle away.

when the machine is so dead
and only living up where he bled
and only living on what in the past has been said
i see i find where others stand
and why they idle away.

cessations are too long to gain;
i will not sit here molded by them
day by day.
i will choose indifference as my way
and live for what there is today.

if there is a haven in the sky
i do not see, nor care why;
for all i see is an outer space
that is so digital and black.
where stars dot the sky
hands reach and grasp their nebulae.

i do not see a heaven that stands;
i see bars where i will live in entity
where i live in infamy and infamous ecstasy.
a life after death that is only given superficially.

because i know i do not deserve such a peace
and i find that once my heart dies i will cease to exist
rather than live on in a haven forced to catalyst
i would rather die and cease to be.

i denounce the metal heart. i denounce it and all its parts.
if it is real i have no right to say; and if it isn't real also i have
no right to say. if i shall become obscure for my apathy
then let it be.

for forcing me
is a didactic plea
and i will not fall to my knees
for something i cannot see.

will you ever join me in this fist;
the joining of metal i call indifference.
for i bleed for no god and i revere no laws;
i bend my mind to discern my cause.[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=#993333]I
I gave back everything
I could give
Sold my soul
To let you live
The way you wanted
The way you desired
But now I am weary
To tired
To keep moving you

I
I never had what I needed
I just wanted to breathe
Gave my breath
To make you strong
The way you took
The way you take
But now I?m done
For heaven?s sake
I can?t move you anymore

Let me be
I can?t push you anymore
Leave me alone
My body aches
My back is broke
I carried you way too far
I can?t move you anymore

You asked for too much
You took even more
I am distorted and fatigued
My body aches
My spirits spent
I carried you way too far
I can?t move you anymore[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] i swear i recognize your breath
maybe you'll be president
but how much will it cost

i just want to scream, "Hello!"
and make you see the corn fields
as they are plowed day by day

i swear i've seen the way you walk
saying everything is so-so
i say you forgot

the supreme court
will have you on its case
and pack you in its stupid paper
that was inked so long ago

the corn fields are plowed day by day
as locusts infect the grassy plains
where slaves once wondered
blackened by the sun's rays

i swear i recognize your breath
the small town drawl that says no regret
and forget the lot of them

have you
seen the blood
falling in thick
plastic sheets
all over the fake plastic
wheat

food for all the rest
but workers don't get a rest
and slaves in their times
were constant duress

perhaps that's what no one
wants to see
that the past has nothing
for us to learn

but still
we yearn
for the chemical reactions
in our brains
that are hysterical
but useless

the supreme court
will have you in its case
the constituiton says it all
and says everything to be equal
yet still rules its way

one day
i will undergo
the chemical reaction
to leave this place
and this constant stupidity
that's on everyone's face

if only i were free
like peter pan flying free
if only to be released
to have fallacy

until then eat and feed
and suck and bleed
and kiss and affection
of no sound rejection

[b][u]my firealarm's gone ringing insane[/b][/u]
i feel like i'm only breathing because
i have lungs and they give my oxygen
which goes into my heart and pumps
into my blood and goes into my brain
giving me a life that i live.

no alerts and no breathing crisises.
how beautiful the broccoli in my lungs
it's greening from the smoke that i drag
and my firealarm's gone ringing insane.

heavy and iron metallic
the iron knee that beats me down
alloy that burns through blood
pumping like gasoline
breathing like glycerine
my veins are gonna give
my lungs are gonna black
i'm gonna have a heart that ain't got
a cigarette pack

yeah i do feel like i'm breathing because
i have lungs and they give me oxygen
that goes into my heard and pumps
to my veins and goes to my brains
giving me a life to live.

my firealarm's gone ringing insane
the pollination of opium grains
that still stain the poppyseed muffin
that is my lungs
is gasping me down
and i'd call the doctor
but he ain't around

no breathing crisises or alerts
only pyromaniacs
that burn the wood in my stove
chewing to my bones and giving me support
that warm my lines
like some sweet hell of paradise
where fire always burns

and i'm breathing through some holes
that adapted to the world
some lost souls that're too bold
to make difference to this place

and here i sit in freedom's lap
as the pyromaniacs burn their land
and the iron knee beats me down
as i breathe as the rest of the crowd
like some skellington with no reasons
but being proud

yeah i do feel like i'm breathing because
i have lungs and they give me oxygen
that goes into my head and pumps
to my veins and goes into my brains
giving me a life to live.

i'm gonna find my self
i'm gonna sit down here in freedom's lap
tell him a story two
tell him breathing like gasoline
breathing like glycerine
tell him i'm breathing through some holes
that adapted to the world

no breathing crisises or alerts
just breathing through my holes
that burn the wood in my stove
and the firealarm's gone ringing insane.

[b][u]the escape[/b][/u]
hear the sound of footsteps at the spiky gate
the clanking of metal can be heard from far away
like men that are chained they all walk on past
their wings are clipped and burnt stumps
the chains bind their hands

they were graceful in their lives
living for everyone else rather than themselves
when dying they did not turn away
but held their hands to help others on their way

marching up to the gate
i read all their names and i know them well
all the pigs are all i know
living up here in the clouds

the motherless
the angels in their guise
without chains and without eyes
they matter when everything is meaningless
all the bright nothings still alive
strive to be like them

the whiteness of this place hurts my vision
and stabs my heart
it's so wrenching that i feel so all over
and so apart

all the things here are inmates of the law
their bars are mortality catalysted to everlife
i want leave here i want to die
but i had to strive to be like them
i had to want to believe in this lie

they all wander around and speak to each other
in whispered sly little smiles that seem to haze the clouds
they all talk about this place like it's the best place they've ever had
and behind His back they speak of escaping to the ground

it's too late for them all
they believed in this place
and that is where they dwell

i've seen their wings getting more bony day by day
i've seen them eating nothing and wasting away
all the things here are inmates of the law
their bares are mortality catalysted to everlife
i want to leave here i want to die
but i had to strive to be like them
i had to want to believe in this lie

this haven is too white for my vision
i have lived here for too long and in too much derision
my wings are finally grown like all the rest
soon we plan to escape to the planet He made so soon ago
that's green and has oceans and where other creatures roam

we hope to lose our tails and our wings and our haloes of gold
we hope to settle there and become mortal again

the motherless
the angels in their guise
without chains without eyes
they matter when everything is meaningless
all the bright nothings still alive
strive to be like them

we hope to lose our tails and our wings and our haloes of gold
we hope to settle there and become mortal again

it will not be an easy escape
very few of us will be able to do it
and make it through his long hand
but for those who make it
we will land and multiply on the ground
and become back to as we were found

the whiteness of this place hurts my vision
and stabs my heart
it's so wrenching that i feel so all over
and so apart
soon we leave in mutiny
and may He never be any part[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Creeping, crawling forward
Yeat?s beast snarls conformity
As acidic promises
Drip from his jowls

Intended to strip humanity
Of humanity
The slouching messiah
Realizes that what saves damns
And humanity
Was always Okham?s
Most profound razor

So the antichrist conformed
To modern man
Standing erect
Living both in sin and salvation
He becomes a member
Of American normality
With an apple pie wife
And 2.3 children
And he broods over his brood
As his progeny progresses

An Antichrist family
At the alter of reverse altruism
They embrace their humanism
And their modular unit
And the tidal wave
Of the approaching apocalypse
Crashes harmlessly
On the shore of Americana[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]the landing[/b][/u]
the clouds stood out like statuesque ponds where tadpoles lived. today they'd grown lungs with the fungus needed to breathe inhalants in their brains. finally found that they had the power to choose what they did.

with this power they'd turned into electricity. a whispering little storm in the tropics of the sky. heaven is so heavenly when mutiny smells on their hands. mutiny is so cold when it snows from the sufferage of a thousand mouthes. the thunder was hitting on the stone and it was heard all over as the sky was built.

they planned the escape and shook hands on it all. they didn't think they'd make it but they needed to leave. they had tired of immortality.

through the clouds the statuesque pond where the tadpoles lived flooded with life like instantaneous ecstasies. it was like a flutter and flock of dodobirds existing. the rhythmical chime of the ripples of dreams; the endless sirens playing their chords, it was the deciding time.

the chiming of sweet calamity. the ease of destruction through forced inflection in the sky. the superfluous creation of the earth and stars. the sun beginning to burn their hands.

flying down in flutters of wings. all crowded and all crashing in the newly created seas. the burning of corpses where the sun was born. the burning of cadavers in the skies being conceived and consecrated to bleed. the angles flying down to freedom through heavens eyes.

welcome to the jaws of hell. their wings burned in the atmosphere of terse serenity. bleeding their blue blood to the earths love. holding their naked white as close as they could. the angels flew all clumped and cut. scathing they burned to bones. the sky was made and shined.

few made it through the atmosphere in time. most burned to nothing and bled their blue and painted the sky. god took them with a brush and made them his eyes. it smelled like burning rugs. their feathers burned first and fell to the ground. soft and sweet floating clouds.

say hello to the endless topography. all the skeletons that had not burned in the sky fell down and ate into the magma star of the new earth. bleeding mallow in the mellow hearth. the sand the sieve of rebirth.

those that made it fell luckily into the seas. still warmed and lost of wings they shook and shivered in the warm watering can. most drowned in mouthfuls of lungs. being brought to the ground their haloes slipped down. those that had the will swam on the waters edge.

they matured to homo erectus in the seas after many eons of floating endlessly. growing lungs and losing their virginity they multiplied in the sea. first only mermaids they came to land when the earths creation neared its end.

god smote down to them. he closed the heavens in the twisting skies. booting out all the other traitors he gave a weary groan. those that already had matured he left alone. those that were the main part of the mutiny he condemned to malignancy. taking their haloes he built them a home.

built with fire and magma dreams. he sent the main traitor down to be the master of the realm. he gave him chains on his hands and cut his wings in amputated cleaves. he named him lucifer and called him hades. the rest of the condemned went down and swam in the underground with him. living in the fires they became twisted creatures of sin.

[i]deus damnat.
deus damnat quod amat.
semper videt igitur vexat.[/i]

annihilated is written in our heads. we are the condemned. the angels that flew from our eloquent prisons in our chains. they were the one that brought about this change.

god condemns us because he loves us. always we are worshiping him. we will see the gates again. we will break into it and we will have our way. we have lived our mortal lives worshiping him. we will have away with this life we live.

first the angels fell
and then they built beauty in the earth
and corrupted all that god meant and gave life to
then they fell to hating living on the earth
and built their shuttles to the moon
and guided by lucifers wings
they amputated their way to again entering
heaven and thought their way to doing away with god
yet this has not been writen
all the men that have made it to heaven have died before his eye
some have fallen from the sky and fell to living under lucifers care
a fake prophet was even sent from gods own hands
one to victimize and convert the land

god condemns us because he loves us. annihilated is written in our heads. the war will never end. we are the condemned.

we are
the condemned[/size]

[stormy_weather]

you guys are all wonderful poets...i really admire your work...this is stormy's sister, colleen and here's a little poem i wrote a couple years ago...

Deep and Dark, are my thoughts,
Like the rolling waves under a
Stormy sky.
But the sky above is not always
Stormy,
There is light at the bottom of the waters.
Searching through folds like an
Angry shark,
Through my thoughts,
But they get lost on the way.
There is light at the bottom of the ocean.
Deep and gracefully I
Swim,
Through my own thoughts.
I hope to find the light.
I hope to find the light that is
Fixed in my soul.
Glowing is the light,
Sometimes too dim to see,
Other times blindingly bright.
I come up for breath,
It is too intense near the light.
I breathe in the cool air,
And make ready for another
Dive.
There is light in the
Depths of my thoughts.

write on! -colleenie

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Day Break

I met a man named Dusk
While dancing on the edge of my shadow
As the day broke to night
We recanted tales of drunken moons
Of falling stars and comet tales
Reveling in the similarity
That we shared the sun as a tailor

As days and nights ebbed with the tide
I danced on the edge of my shadow
As Mr. Dusk sulked in the corner
We passed wine and passed stories
Polar opposites yet best of friends
We popped the same pills
Yet our vices lay in different thrills

I have always been a creature of night
But Dusk loves the angst of early morning
And while I dance on the edge of my shadow
The enigmatic Dusk sat pensive
And as the earth spun
And the drunken moon waxed and waned
We waited as our tailor
Completed our shroud[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]So you're better than me,
Better writer,
Better thinker,
Better looking even.

And because I want respect I'm weaker than you,
Weaker minded,
Weaker bodied,
Weaker spirited.

But by my refusal to be a doormat,
Maybe I'm saying something else.

Something that can't be fully expressed by words,
Or even shown by actions.

You can kiss my natural asian ***.[/COLOR]

[Brasil]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][COLOR=royalblue]So you're better than me,
Better writer,
Better thinker,
Better looking even.

And because I want respect I'm weaker than you,
Weaker minded,
Weaker bodied,
Weaker spirited.

But by my refusal to be a doormat,
Maybe I'm saying something else.

Something that can't be fully expressed by words,
Or even shown by actions.

You can kiss my natural asian åss.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE]

Alas, such is epic and such is what I write.

This is what my Muse spoketh,
And this is therefore what I shall pen.

Behold upon this and fear,
For my pen is drawing near,
Coating you in ink so black,
Turn away, Raiha, you must turn back,
For my word is most destructive,
But always is constructive.
Sadly you can never see,
What kind of writer you need to be.

So keep your childish mentality,
Keep writing in that banality,
For you are a tiny child.

You stay in ways unbecoming,
While I am strictly humming
A pleasant little tune.

Go live in your teenage wasteland,
Get lost, for all I care,
For you?re just a little child,
Who shaves her pubic hair.

She bitches, moans and cries,
But damn it girl, dry your eyes,
Leave your woes behind,
And cast away that disturbing mind,
And for once live with logic.

Someone crits your writing,
Gives you a bad review?
And the best reply you have only is ?**** you??

Yes, you say know the craft,
But your style is just so daft,
Why not learn to write?

Now I go into more true epic form.

And Raiha did say,
?I took AP History.?
But if she doth know anything,
She would surely realize that
Her College level course was
Indeed instructed by a college professor,
But that said college professor taught
HISTORY, not English nor Creative Writing.

So, Raiha?s defense of her crap
Falls on most deaf ears, as
The one giving her praise
Did not study English
Nor study the craft.
He studied History and thus instructs
In his content area, which,
Being History, is most
Dissimilar to English and the craft at hand.

And Raiha, when met with true crit,
Overreacts in a most childish manner,
Displaying in a manner most unbecoming
Of any living being, a manner that
Would result in massive damage
In any other society.

But we live in civilized thought,
Or so we all think we do,
But as Raiha so well portrayed
Childhood at its primal peak,
We see that we are far from good.

Perhaps, Raiha will learn and grow,
And understand the conventions of the craft,
But until that day comes,

She can kiss my Marxist Pythonian ***.

[James]

[color=#707875]Well, at least PT censored "***". That's nice. ^_^[/color]

[Mitch]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i]
[B][color=#707875]Well, at least PT censored "***". That's nice. ^_^[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1] I censored Raiha's post as well. Hers is no exclusion from the rules.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][COLOR=royalblue]So you're better than me,
Better writer,
Better thinker,
Better looking even.

And because I want respect I'm weaker than you,
Weaker minded,
Weaker bodied,
Weaker spirited.

But by my refusal to be a doormat,
Maybe I'm saying something else.

Something that can't be fully expressed by words,
Or even shown by actions.

You can kiss my natural asian ***.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1] Was this written about me lol? Ah well. Either way I still find it flattering.

[b][u]little angel[/b][/u]
little angel, go away?
come again some other day;
the poison devils have me down
i will be there with them in their crowds:
going through the greatness in their eyes
and that which they hold so dear tonight

it was last night we held our grace:
that you fell into the cave of heaven's gate;
i left you there, go away?
come again some other day,
step away from the window pane
step down from my ribs:
you are crushing me away
i don't need a hug from you

go back to sleep
your wings are parasitic sheets
sleep on them in your silence:
i have other sirens to talk to
i don't need a hug from you
you are crushing my ribs too tight
go back to sleep

i'm just a little bit curious
why you're always holding me
in your halo's light
i'm just a little bit curious
why you're always here

i'm not this pure and right
not like you, little angel?
go away
it is time for my halo to
slip down:
the poison devils have me down
i will be there with them in their crowds;
i will be there on the ground.

little angel, go to sleep?
let go of my shoulder and off to sleep.
in the morning i'll be here again
for now it's off to the ground
it is time for my halo to slip down.

[b][u]the next jesus[/b][/u]
marooned mockingbird on pluto
loved the coldness of the sun
he was always traveling on his space shuttle
made of glue

held together by fingers and tendons
in his hands
marooned mockingbird on pluto
was ahead of his time
he was better than all those sparrows?
the regular folks of dimes
buying his first bible when he was young
he read of jesus and how he died

there's never been a dinosaur like him
he roamed the earth even after
the meteors hit them all down
to chopped suey soup
living on as evolution went on
he was part of the primordial way
fell into it in the kind of silly way

it's hard to say when he died today
some say he was shot by god's very fist
and crushed with rocks that never should've had
the chance to have the need to exist

it's all over the papers and in the news
like he was some elvis or marilyn monroe
that knew all the moves
and they buried him on pluto all cold and alone
sucking ice that was built sometime in rome

he was probably killed by some fascists
most reporters seem to say
since he wrote so prophetically about the next ages
that were coming so many years away

yet no one seems to care about him
but he was the next jesus
it all fits in

it's hard to say when he died today
on his home planet of pluto where he'd lived
it'd be an anachronism to say that he took it all away
and built something for the future
so all's said is he was some whimsical guy
no one wants to remember him since he's died

marooned mockingbird on pluto
i feel your pain even though you're dead
and probably can't feel it anymore
but i know what beauty is and what ugly means
i know that addition is like adding leaves

he was better than all these sparrows
eating the worms in the black holes
he was holy and grand and great
yet no one seems to care about him
so i'll just sit and sulk over a genius that died too young

he was
that marooned mockingbird on pluto
that had it in that special way
he was the next jesus
yet all the christians just seemed to not want to believe
but i know what beauty and ugly means
i've seen the acute and obtuse and right
of geometry
i know that addition is like adding leaves
but he was a genius i believe
he has no cross where he was able to bleed
his superpowers were wasted in pluto
on the white dwarve's mouth
he cut the inside of its head
foiled with nature and steel on its skin
he could mimic the way it all sinned

he was
the next jesus
hailed to the thief
he was
ahead of the times
he was better than all these sparrows
eating the worms in the black holes[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]I remember
All my rage
Fueling impetuousness
Stabbing my progress

A product born
Of fortune?s folly
Darkness consumed
My very essence

I was not the stone
Steadfast in comfort
Sternly smiling
Surviving the shore break

My former
Is but a fragment
Of what I am
INVERSE
I am
But a fragment
Of my former

Calm am I
My rage has subsided
Leaving only
The embers of destitution

A by-product
Of folly?s fortune
I shrugged off my shroud
For comfortable grey

I am just a dune
With finite energy
Slowly eroding
To the constant shore break[/color]

[Brasil]

I'm nothing but a fool.
I've got bells on my pointy hat
And a scepter with a grin,
I laugh and joke,
And clown and smile
And make merry with my kin.
They laugh at me, they do.
But they don't know
What's really going on.
They think I'm only
Having harmless fun,
But I'm one of the Jesters,
I'm one of the fools.
And when our day comes,
We're going to rule.
Come to my side,
Come to the side of the Jesters.

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And to the mods,
Even though I may harshly rip,
I still strive for a pleasant trip,
Thus I let the Censor run.

[Mitch]

[size=1]Just a poem about nothing in particular...

[b][u]moth[/b][/u]
my wry hand
holds the pencil
in my hands
hitting chimes
of the bells of labor
and of life
that says my burning stars
are bracelets on my hands
and cutting my wrists
will hurt me more than this

my wry little hand
indents on this keyboard
and chimes a cadence
that falls me to my knees
in worship of the magic
that i believe

the tintabulation of a wealthy
aggravation and the taking of
a bell's situation are in my hands
wreathing writing wrenching on my fingers
creating love with my kiss
in worship of the magic
that i believe
and cutting my wrists
will hurt me more than this
nothing will ever matter
more than this
i will write
that is sure as the sand
in my eyes like a sandman

oh set me free
you beauty
your cave is in
the back of my mind
oh set me free

i will writhe in pain
i will live with chains
i will kiss the earth
and make you matter
like nothing else

i will shoot my head
i will kiss my bed
i will eat your bones
and cacophony on your mouth
like a moth sucking blood

oh set my free
kiss me
love me like you love you
kiss me
love me like you love you
oh set me free

just climbing up
the paper ball
a hamster in his cage
spinning too fast
trying to keep up with
you and keep up with time

just climbing up
the paper trail
of paper men in their offices
typing away all night and day
like lovers that kiss to be away

oh set me free
enter sandman and
sleep

oh set me free
nothing will ever matter
more than this
i will write
as sure as the sand
in my eyes like a sandman
i will walk around a fool
a blindedman with no control

i cacophony on your mouth
like a moth sucking blood
fluttering around drunken with light
so white
and so painted in the night
i swear to you
and i eat away your bones
giving you an escape from
the skull of your eye
the bleeding heart
that is your life

beat on
oh set me free
the pulse of amicability
kissing tendrils of black omnipotentcy
oh set me free

the heart in my hands
the beating blood on the ground
my halo has fallen from my head
leaving me fluttering drunken with light
so white
and so painted in the night
i swear to you
the bleeding heart
that is your life
i hold it in my hands
let it beat all over my arms
until i am mad with engorgence
and my blood is too gone
from where i am left
to live on

oh set me free
i cacophony on your mouth
like a moth sucking blood
and a mosquito kissing with teeth
that have always dug
and the dirt is getting thin
the moth is getting bony
in the wind

oh set me free[/size]

[Megumi]

[FONT=times new roman]Here's something I wrote a while ago. Not my best, but I like it.

[U][B]Pages[/U][/B]

In this bookcase
On these shelves
Lie bits and pieces of my life

In these pages
The beloved words
A thousand lives lived
A million friends made

Each paragraph an epitaph
For the death of moments
Spent immersed in these pages

I laugh, I cry, I chew my nails
I tear through til the last
With the end comes fulfillment
But sorrow lies on the final word

Books will always end
And we go on with our lives
I've met and lost each friend I made
On these bookcase shelves[/FONT]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Despite my misgivings, and being misquoted on the AP section of the poem [which gave me some sort of odd satisfaction] ....I shall, lol, resist the urge to get a one way ticket to Alex's house and kill him.
~~~~~~~~

The Sidhe are the people,
That are not known by all,
But known to those who deserve it,
Hidden Folk.

Fae spirits,
The Others,
Their names are numerous,
But it is clear who they are.

Not human,
Definetly not mortal,
But sprites to watch humanity,
And perhaps do more than just that.

Sidhes.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]You sat me down
To shut me down
But what didn?t know
Was what you didn?t know

You shed your tears
You spoke your fears
But I didn?t care
About what you cared

And my affliction
My addiction
Is soft and warm
And oh so snuggly
I won?t let you strip me
Of my identity
For my addiction
Defines who I am

You tempted me
With sobriety
But you didn?t offer
What you should have offered

Your offer missed
You false Judas
And now I?m back on the wagon
Back on the wagon

And my affliction
My addiction
Is soft and warm
And oh so snuggly
I won?t let you strip me
Of my identity
For my addiction
Defines who I am
[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] i cant defend
i need to pretend
some part's of me from you

i dont need to defend
i dont need to pretend
we should go--
youre lookin all right tonight
we should go
tonight

we were walking out of the parking lot
talking of nothing about nothing and then you stopped
and turned to me telling me that i knew where i was walking and where
it would lead me to be
and you said to me that i dont know anything but the parts of me

i dont need to defend
dont need to pretend
some part's of me
some part's of me

the way the light falls on your face
when its dark at night is a bullet on a kite
the way the light falls on your ears
when its dark at night is a bullet on a balloon

settling down takes time
and eating it all so happily i knew the crime
settling down, going into a new town--i wish it wasnt beyond me
i dont need to pretend
i dont need to defend
i know ive spent some time alive[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]a cannon celebrates
its explosive lie
as flood waters rise
wisely construing decay

orphans laugh
as the cannon contemplates
whether truth
is more absolute than fiction

the flood waters vomit
ichor from its delta
mixing, mingling, polluting
with reserve

rampant randomness
afflicts the cannon
which silently ponders
its absolution
in
one
big
BOOM!
[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] boom, bang, clap
boom bang, clap
boom bang
the man is born, wrapped in silverites
the clapping of his chains,
the boom of the thundering rain,
how beautiful he is alive and depraved

clap, bang, boom
the thunder, the storm, the moon
falls over the plastic hearth
and sets fire to the plastic earth
and haloes have their own concepts of birth
but wings love to fly in the skies' eyes
like babies' cries
wahhing like a bahhing sheep

when will man become men
and viral, smell his own flesh
when will man become men
and virant, give into lest[/size]