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

[Mitch]

[b]the farmhouse in my shoe[/b]
"moo," constitutes the cow
and i want to milk him now
not let 'm fatten more
not let 'm be too big
but i want to milk him now

(zappy zippity zoo)
my farm is in a shoe
where my socks are tight

"bah," slanders the sheep
the lamb o'god. the cruton o'christ.
and nothing less to suffice.
i want his wool and want it now.
want to make a sweater that is warm.

(wolves would yawp)
tasty lamb chops
my teeth are clean
from brushing

"cock a'dodle doo," says the hen
and wakes me up.
i want my chicken in a cup.
and want it now.
don't come so soon.

(cooky cooks of coo)
i swear the moon
is made of cheese.
and all the rocks
are cream.

"woof," says the dog
and i want a gun
to shoot the sun
and turn off the lights.
but i'm preoccupied
with their head lice.

(woo when doe come too)
shot a deer but it was an angel.
now my sin's really tangled
and hell looks good.
but heat is warm.

"pitter patter," says the rain
watering all my babes of plants
and i am gay.
o happy hay.

(drippity drop droopy drab)
the rain makes me sad.
my farm feels bad.
he needs clams.

"woosh," says the wind
blowing open the gate
letting the animals escape.
how could this be?
i locked it fastenedly.

(blowly blow of my day)
many animals have came
and love my farm
and so they stayed.

"gimme," says the child
all smiles
even when i spank him dead.
the boy will learn
how to hoe the farm.

(gooby gooby gah)
my boy says he's going to study law.
and be a big boy that saw.
he's shooting craw.

"dark," says the night
painting the world
making the farmhouse
hurl.

(bight of tight tonight)
it's been a long day
time to sleep it away.
let it all do its way.

and when it's time
the hen'll shout
and the day will come out
saying "bright," as he shines
and be a big boy in the sky
cawing alive.

so cock a'doodle doo
that's the farmhouse
in my shoe.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue].....I could strangle you,
For rubbing rebound in my face,
But instead of doing that,
I'll just write angsty poetry.

But it's not really angsty,
I know why I'm angry,
And you're..... ...you bastard,
You're the cause.

I saw you this morning with her,
During lunch with one more girl,
And after school playing the cute hand game,
But if you saw me you sure hid it well.

But that timing of yours,
Just walking off as I come up,
It was great,
Really it was.

I also appreciate how we broke up,
And then you crawled back to me,
Got pissed and shouted at me,
Then went suicidal on my forgiving åss.

And all that sweet talk,
That cheap meaningless shît,
Don't mean a goddamn thing,
Does it now?

Sure you're hurt,
You don't think I am when you ignore me?
I don't care how awkward it is!
Common courtesy is common courtesy.

If you're trying to mindfück me,
I'm on to your stupid game,
And I won't beg to get you back,
Instead I'll treat you the way you treated me.

Only I won't go off,
Throw myself at somebody's feet,
And get some "loving."

I'm above that.[/color]

[maikiratori]

I love reading other people's poetry, it's always very good and full of ways to express one's self on more than one level. You are no exception. I believe you should keep up expressing yourself and your every feeling in such an artistic and in some ways symbolic way. I await your further and other poems...

[Mitch]

[b]mame[/b]
And the clouds burst
to show daylight's hearse.
we drove him to his grave,
the man, who had rottened
from the murderer's hands.

just we have realized
that dirt quench the dead.

so bury him.
let him work his head.

[b]ugles[/b]
of course
id like to sit round and chat
and talk bout this and that
and drivel on bout bats
bleeding ugles they are.

driving is such a sad man
and id like to know who amy thought she was
punching the drunk man at his parade.

were such bats.
batty slapped my knee
shes in love with em
k i s s i n g the f r o g g y.
LOVE IT TILL ITS GONE BABE.
i ant and i sting.
dont ever believe
in fantasies.


dont ever believe
in fantasies.

[Ryu_Sakura]

Forever Meadow

Forever,
Is only an ilusion,
Set by the human mind.
But the meadow,
In not imagonation,
Nor is it reality.
The Meadow is there,
It always has been,
Always will,
But man started to destroy it,
Creating a path,
A burned out dirt path,
That leads the evil minions,
To my mind,
Slowly stealing my sanity.

or in other words the chickens steal my sanity one by one.

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][center][b]voice[/b]

a soft quiet timbre
invokes cicada song
as smoke filled melodies
gently, eloquently waft
through blankets of night
with gentle persuasion
i sway to the bridge
shuddering through its subtleties
and as the inevitable end draws close
a tormented torrent of crescendo
cascades my very essence
and i shiver cold
from siren?s song
[/color][/center]

[Mitch]

[b]murther[/b]
"And methought, why does murther
sleep, and, talking to meself
i think i could never know.

"Murther only comes to them
that hear it,
only them to feel it in
their heads.

"All them who know it,
alas, they end up dead
and lest me die, me should
never face murther in
his face.

"For me have faced murther,
but only from me hands
an me actions. an never
have i known but in
my sleep.

"He sleeps inside me head, wakens
when i sleep so deeply me
do not know what me do
in me sleep.

"Me have opened me eyes
and seen me murther
only once.

"The man me was killing
was in me eyes
as me looked at im
in unbelief.

"When me say this,
an i see im in my eyes
i feel so strange.
it's as if me feel
bizarre.

"The man me saw,
he looked at me
an me at im.
an when me moved me
eyes he moved with me.
an when me looked
in murther's face
he looked with me.

"The man was me,
me was him.
and long we stared
for long time and long
fortune.

"Then slowly,
me began to hurt all over
an it came an started
in me back.

"The pain was sharp;
me tried to scream,
an so did he.
what came out
never came.

"An me back began
to wear out;
me saw his face, and knew
it was mine.
an his hair was greying
an his skin
becoming wrinkled.

"And me felt me hair,
me found it dying.
an me felt me skin,
me found it dying.

"And me watched for long,
an his face changed as
me own.
an we slowly died together

"And methought, why does
murther sleep, and
talking to meself
i thought i should never know.

"And methought also
there be a murther
in all of us."

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Our breath is cool,
Visible in the embracing morning,
Sunrise soon,
But for now it is cold.

Your hands are ice,
Touching my own with respect,
Love someday,
But for now it is dark.

My eyes are dawn,
Coming into their light with time,
Shine now,
But I am not blinded.[/color]

[RicoTranzrig]

[COLOR=darkblue]She?s hungry, passionate; wants to eat.
There?s something good cooking underneath,
Sitting, on top of the kitchen counter makes her so hot
She reaches for the mixing stick lodged inside.
Flicks her tongue against it,
?Ooo, that hits the spot.?

She revels in her love for it, wanting more
She closes and locks the kitchen door.
She wants it all to herself.
She reaches for her bowl.

?Oh what the heck??
She throws the bowl and engulfs the entire stick
Smacking her lips to get every last drip.
Swallowing the creamy white soup
She sighs with satisfaction,
Smooth, creamy, salty; a bit sour;
Boy, does she love eating that clam chowder.
[/COLOR]

[piccolo]

I'm quite lonely tonight, so here's the poem :)



Shall I - weaving dream under the moonlight
About - a person that I am thinking of tonight
And wonder - if the special one that I admire
Also - thinking of me with the same desire

[Mitch]

[b]murder me[/b]
life munches
murder me.
inside my pain
the bloodflower cruel.
twinkle twinkle stupid star.
how i wonder where you are
murder me.
life munches
chews skin
to muscle lines
then bones.

muscle,bone,skin,
deep in me.
life munches
chews skin.

it's either life
murders me.
or i murder me.
choose neither
and choose none.

fate's wide eyes
through freedom's ribs.
the sleep monster sins.
and bleeds in the darkness
that is not feeling,is not killing,
is not living,nor breathing,nor needing.
just breeding.
just sleeping,justdreaming, just cleaving.
here inside my wall.

waiting for the worms
the barnacle's claw
that is my brain's
wide beady eyes.
fate's wide eyes.

murder me.
life munches
chews skin.
rips my heart.
and eats of it.

wandered in the desert
of my mind,the barnacle's claw
found me, sitting alone,behind my wall
tearing my heart out, blood be red
there i talked to me,my life's shed.

"do you eat oyour heart," i asked
in the most quiet lisps of my tongue.
"no," was the answer.
"it eats me."

"does it be bitter?" for bitter
be bitter as bitter fingers are.
he ate of his heart,after so looking to me.
"bitter, yes. but it be bitter
because i be bitter."

he puked of my heart
on desert granite
and died to my feet
murdered by his heart.
torn to sleep's death.

looking to the clouds
where choirs sing above
of god's greatness clue.
and finding the clouds
to be deep blotches
of wounds.
just sleeping,justcleaving,
tighter than a man's head.
and tighter than a mangled deathbird.
life is live even in the sky
breathing its hoe to space's lips.

what a whore's lips
blackness be.
and eternally the dead man
buried in his grave died deamed
he puked of my heart
on dessert granite
and died to my feet
murdered by his heart.
torn to sleep's death.

looking to the clouds
where choirs sing above
of god's greatness clue.
and finding the clouds
to be deep blotches
of wounds.
just sleeping,justcleaving,
tighter than a man's head.
and tighter than a mangled deathbird.
life is live even in the sky
breathing its hoe to space's lips.

what a whore's lips
blackness be.
and eternally the dead man
buried in his grave died.
kissed by the whore
that life knelt.
that stabbed rustily
in his throat.

tear out my heart
there be a hole in my chest
that will bleed the brightest red
so all can drink of death.
tear out my eyes
there be a hole in my head
that will be the brightest black
so all can drink of death.
tear out my arms
and my legs
murder me.

monsterous monstrosity
the humanity
of life's heavetear out my eyes
there be a hole in my head
that will be the brightest black
so all can drink of death.
tear out my arms
and my legs
murder me.

monsterous monstrosity
the humanity
of life's heave.
endlessly
clutching me.
in my sleeve.
and in my lungs.
the oxygen's cleave
cuts me to life.

shoot out my lungs
and smoke them with smoke
then tie a tight rope
on the end of the lump.
pulling tightly to shove.

life rapes you
into life
then murders you
out of it all.
lovely.
like being a virgin
in the flow of nothing.
then nihilistically life creates
and inseminates a lover's pleasure
to make another being forever.
so i can kiss another lover's pleasure
to make another being forever.

murder me.
grey me.
wrinkle me.
shoot me.
strangle me.
i'm amazed i've survived.
survival saved my life.
the life's clutch that chokes
shall kiss my wounds

life rapes you
into life
then murders you
out of it all.
lovely.
like being a virgin
in the flow of nothing.
then nihilistically life creates
and inseminates a lover's pleasure
to make another being forever.
so i can kiss another lover's pleasure
to make another being forever.

murder me.
grey me.
wrinkle me.
shoot me.
strangle me.
i'm amazed i've survived.
survival saved my life.
the life's clutch that chokes
shall kiss my wounds
and masochistic,make a new moon.

an interstellar birth
am i back,a star,to rot my time.
sleepmaker,take your sweet insanity.
to sleep is to be,for a moment, meaningless.
life's endlessness.
tedium,meticulum,fastidium,
built block by block,by reaction.
by fraction,intention,and inflection.

muder me.
MURDER ME.
MuRdER Me.
i live
to breathe.
to die
to heave
to sleep
to be
to hate
to love
to need
to heed
to be
to intend
to cleave
to cut
to wound
to rot
to decay
to sheave
to kiss
to miss
to feel
to kill
to motion
to devotion
to layer
to care
to hair
to brain

to never
ever change.
to always
be
the same.

to live in the whore's lips.
the anal retentive click.
the dream that dreams
the dream of my existence.

to be gone
to be dead
to not be here
to never feel
to never need
to never shed
to never cry
to never touch
to never learn
to never turn
to never kiss
to never want
to never be.
the most best
of all things.
the whore's lips
deny
and leave me
benign.
leave me
to find.

life rapes you
into life.
gives you an umbilical
dream in the light.
then kills you
in cold blood, in cold night
in cold blood.

life murders
murder me.
life murders
and ends all.

suffering
suffer
suffering
suffer
suffering
pleasure
suffer
pleasuring
suffering
pleasure
suffer
pleasuring
sickness
deathing
living
machine.

the endless
knee of knees.
the endless
fingers of finger.
the endless
hands of hand.
the bodies body of
the land.

living
to stand.

erotically
painfully
so light headed.
so beheaded.
so vented.
so close,so gutted.

break me through
freedom's ribs
so i can end
at love's sin

suffering
suffer
suffering
suffer
suffering
pleasure
suffer
pleasuring
suffering
pleasure
suffer
pleasuring
sickness
deathing
living
machine.

the endless
knee of knees.
the endless
fingers of finger.
the endless
hands of hand.
the bodies body of
the land.

living
to stand.

erotically
painfully
so light headed.
so beheaded.
so vented.
so close,so gutted.

break me through
freedom's ribs
so i can end
at love's sin.

for i need
and for i want.
and so life lives.
to want.
and need.

to suffering.
murder me.

[Heaven's Cloud]

[COLOR=INDIGO]Let us sift through the ashes
And seek our validation
For fired pyres
Of those long past
May sing solace
Of unorthodox virtue

Let us wade through the water
Drifting through life
For wakes and waves
That rise and ebb
Know knowledge
Of ordinary omnipotence

Let us move through the mountains
And forget pondering perfection
For beckoning boulders
Tell no secrets
To the whispering
Whipping winds
[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So sad so sad,
You are to me now,
And you won't even let me come speak,
Unless I am all alone.

If I did have a friend with me,
You would never let it happen,
But I'm not surprised,
You hate humanity.

Why? I know life isn't sweetness,
And our time together was,
But just because it's over,
Doesn't mean you have to be hopeless.

Or maybe it does,
Because as you put it,
I'm in love with the world,
And I can't single you out and love you.

You're diametrically opposed to me,
I love humanity and life,
And you are an anarchist and love death,
Oh well.

I thought it could work,
You fell hard and fast,
And there was nothing else for it,
Ah me.

Someday,
I hope to see you for a little while,
Even if you vow to dissapear in June,
There's going to be a light in the window for you.[/color]

[Mitch]

rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting
in the sun in the moon in the love in the caress
rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting
beauty rose, beauty bloodflower, beauty man
bleedly bleed in the bloodily bled bland
distant, ship sank down, titanic and above
and below, and above, and here, and now
kissed, clutched, climbed, crushed, tripping
rotting on the words rotting on the sounds
beautiful mess, beautiful caress, beautiful duress


i hear
the choir
sing
the energy

the energy

distancing me, distancing me
rotting me, rotting in me
effegy
energy, dead as skin
dead as bones dead as skulls clacking groan

dead as rotting
rotting rotting dead as rotting
distant as water, distant as you
distant as me, distance.
endless distance, endless.

congested, feeling endless
feeling leftless, feeling rightless
feeling grinded.
feeling tamed.
feeling dead.

feeling dead.
rotten, rotting, rottens, rot.
leaving, going on a ship, sinking, sinks, sinkens, sink.
eating. effegy.
living, livens, live, rotting.

i hear
the choir
sing to me
the energy

has died
has died
has died has died has died has died
blood in the grave, blood in the hair, blood in the eyes
blood
cries.

has died
what has died
has lived
has needed has wanted has waited has bloomed
has felt has needed has touched has greeted has life

all rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting
rotten.
in my mind in my head in his head in his mind
in his arms in his legs in his head in his mind in my head in my head
and where and when.
paper thin, window panes, office stacks, paper voices.
rotten choices.

rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting
in the sun in the moon in the love in the caress
rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting
beauty rose, beauty bloodflower, beauty man
bleedly bleed in the bloodily bled bland
distant, ship sank down, titanic and above
and below, and above, and here, and now
kissed, clutched, climbed, crushed, tripping
rotting on the words rotting on the sounds
beautiful mess, beautiful caress, beautiful duress
most distant most less most lest in death

fearless lifeless twitching rottenly in rotten eyes
flies flying around a central world in the central capitol.
most distant most less most lest than death.

distant
and rotten
and death.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Our lives,
Once so perfectly together,
In retrospect,
Were never that perfect.

I loved,
And you loved back.
But that,
Wasn't really quite enough.

I cared,
But then you did.
The same,
Just for me too.

Finally we,
Decided to be wise,
And end,
But you couldn't end.

Not before,
You took it back,
The ring,
That I had loved.

Given freely,
But then that means,
That I,
Must give it back.

And so,
I did as you,
Had requested,
But that made me.

So sad,
But not really unhappy,
Because you,
Needed to find closure.

I hope you did.[/color]

[Mitch]

i had a stonehedge
where i axed my name
in the swirly snow
that fell in the winter air

gragoyle
my morbidal friend
that is cold

won't you love me
it is so
won't you love me
it's so
won't you love
me it's so.

winter is coming
in the wake of fall
and the bears aren't sleeping
in the caves at all
and all that's left
is the last leaf that fell
but there's too many
so i can't tell

grim right
sleep tight
grim right sleep tight
goodnight.

there's sun in his eyes
that falls over his hair
that's grey in the snowytop
in the wintery night.
he stares to the skyline
and at a cloud
that's over his eyes
and in his face.

he can't see it
he can't
see it
can't see
it can't
see it.

he gapes. he blinks.
he grieves. he sighs.
lovely love lovely lies.

snow, cold as stone
clinging to rooftops, and clinging
in a girl's messy hair as she walks
down the street below the snowytop,
below my mobridal gargoyle's lair,
perching, waiting.
it's as certain as shade.
as certain as eyes.
all midnight eyes, all shut closed and tight.
the windows are dying. the light is dying.

his heart is dying

turning to stone.

his heart is dying turning to stone
his heart is dying turning to stone.
it's dying, as he sits alone, onhis snowytop,
as fall is eaten wide-eyed and moth.
like blood all clot.
two-sneered, winter's jaws, the sloth.
the neverdying, neverliving, neverending caressed froth.
twisting bows of snow and cold,
cold as stone, snow as bold, tenacious.
atrocious, tenacious, sticky on their tongues.
dieing an irong lung,
beating heart to the sun,
brushing away the bloodless splatter,
the endless fragorent clamor,
the endless spinning earth's laughter.
like a hand, brushing a stick, and finding a thorn
being reborn, and rebirthed in a storm.
snowy dorm for the warm.

hypothermia poisoning a brain
an endless shock of rain,
snowing in the drain
of an old wagon's wheel.

winter hath come.
morbidal gargoyle, snowytop,
tight and taut, and as cold as mother's hell.
as cold as heaven's purgatorial heart.
as tart as an opening wound's part.

winter hath come,
pumpkins hath died,
the souls hath lied.
season's morbid side.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I can't smile,
I can't touch you,
Hold your hand,
Even talk to you now.

They say you're wrong,
The bad guy,
Even a bastard for doing this,
But I don't mind.

Really I don't,
Becasue if I did,
Ah what the hell,
So it does bother me.

And I cry sometimes,
When I hear you say things,
That you never said,
Before I broke it off.

Like how the sex was great,
But a way for you to get me back,
And I don't like that,
I felt used.

And you had to leave,
So I hung up,
And cried hard,
Because I was so angry.

And now,
After cooling down,
I'm no longer angry,
Because I am.

I didn't cut myself,
I didn't scream,
Nor kill someone,
Like I really really wanted to.

Instead I covered myself,
With tears and blood,
Then waited a time,
And washed myself clean.

We are friends,
But distant,
And cooler,
That's life.[/color]

[piccolo]

[color=blue][size=1]If only on that day,
I were not so shy
Perhaps today,
I would not be asking why

Seasons change
As the times pass by
Here I am still remain
With a single question why

Even if the time can reverse
I wonder if my action would change
Or like a coward with nothing to offer
And a question now remains unchange[/color][/size]

[Dagger]

This day's sky clings to the horizon,
gray cloud-banks spilling into a mass of distant trees.
Somewhere else, fog hangs moist and cool
in the rain-fragrant air.
Here, there's only the taste of coming tears
and those dove-colored clouds.

It all feels so familiar. Like following
Father's footprints through the snow.
Like the scent of autumn smoke drifting thickly
on the breeze.
Maybe life just looks different
when you're standing on the hot wet asphalt
and steam rises hissing all around. Blurred vision
melts the parking lot to watercolor.

But you won't cry. You don't even
know why that sky drips
down to merge softly with the earth, all
mud and hazy gray.

~Dagger~

[Mitch]

dimes and quarters and cents and dimes
and quarters and cents and dimes
paper tongues lullied to their own sleep
sticking on their salivated gains
dimes, quarters, cents, dimes, quarters
cents, dimes, quarters, cents.
your sinner, your bad, your good
post-apocalyptic kisses in the horny rain.
the clattering of metal and change.

and a nickel
for man's head
to be shot
on metal.

shot, bang, boom, blam
splatted like eggs, scrambled like lust
an endless red
an endless rust.

an endless touch.

brushing, printing, clatter clang
hiss, huss, bang.
death written on a dollar's dame.
a lamb's leg.
emblazoned on
a sad
cynic's
everending neverdying lessless disrespectful
disdain.
clitter clatter bang.

suicide written in a foreign hand
with wavy lines on wavy walls.
in cursive twists in sacred halls.
a man kissing a wood stake
and a wooden casket for his name.

corruption
buried
--today.

death like death
a lifeless flutter
wings on dimes
and endless clutter.

we are the dimes
--we are the currency
--we know how much we're worth--
boom, blang, bam, click clang.
build an empire
on metal, on paper

dimes and quarters and cents and dimes
and quarters and cents and dimes
paper tongues lullied to their own sleep
sticking on their salivated gains
dimes, quarters, cents, dimes, quarters
cents, dimes, quarters, cents.
your sinner, your bad, your good
post-apocalyptic kisses in the horny rain.
the clattering of metal and change.

clattering metal
and change.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Who now considers the flowers?
Blooming in light,
Beneath the deciduous,
And the green sward.

Or the children?
That dance here,
Their hands and feet so small,
And gentle to the touch.

We have faster lifestyles,
But shorter tempers,
We never take the time,
To stop and consider what is simple and short-lasting.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[COLOR=indigo]I frequent a coffee counter
Nestled between intellectuals
Where a dark eyed girl
Smiles amidst the hustle bustle
Of today?s French Roast
Pouring cuppa upon cuppa
A lost glazed gaze of familiarity
Mingled with repetition
Rests on her face

Does she dote upon dreams
Of desperate decision
Heart and head torn
Between two paramours
While typing clickety-clack
Upon the cash register

Do wayfaring wishes
And hunts for great white whales
Companioned with nefarious napoleons
Course through her conscience
As the steam machine
Froths a yuppie?s soy

And when she hands me
My hot, steaming brew
Do I skitter through her thoughts
Or is she pondering plotting
A black ops stealth infiltration
Of a covert facility in Bangladesh

For while she struggles
Through the hustle and bustle
Of life?s routine
I think and ponder
Her fantastic dreams
And the endless infinite
Imagination
Of the dark eyed girl
At the coffee counter

[/COLOR]

[Dagger]

I remember how these
two hands shaped the shadows into stories,
soft furtive shapes flitting swiftly
past the bedroom wall.

It was dark, then. My sister
touched my shoulder and wanted
to be taught.
She couldn't form the finger-twisting flowers
that I made blossom before the hallowed nightlight.

We pretended it was the fire of some
great king's hall, and her hair shone under
the flickering golden glow.
She was small and bright and quick, her body
all angles in its second-grade awkwardness.

They were humid, those summer nights.
Outside, the air lay warm and
thick on my lungs as we snatched fistfuls
of fireflies, two children plucking stars from
the many-spangled sky.

~Dagger~

[piccolo]

[color=blue][size=1]If there is a tomorrow for me
Dear God, you are too generous already
For I am a sinful person of the night
Living for repenance; hiding from the light[/color][/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Dance with me,
Sing with me,
Stop with me,
Romance me.

I love you,
But not just for you,
To be with you,
To desire something of you.

Not really sex,
Not really love,
Not really romance,
But maybe just being there is enough.

To not have to be singled out,
But be your friend,
Make you feel loved,
And not conventionally.

That's good enough for me,
And by you own admission,
That's sure as hell good enough,
For you.[/color]