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

[piccolo]

[color=blue][size=1]
You are the one known as Perfection
Beautiful to all human's eyes
From external to the internal mind
You are flawless with no exception

Yes! I do, I really want to have you
By my side to share my fantasy world
Listen to your voice through every single word
In a world that contain only us two

Yet, life is not simple as it seems to be
You are there wide open to be chosen
And here I am with my heart broken
Not because you are too good for me

What can be worse than you can not have
The perfect one that you always admire
one that makes your heart burning like fire
Walking around and looking for the other half

Why must we be so closed in the past
If we are not, perhaps we can be in a relationship
With no concerns that may hurt our friendship
And today, I wouldn't be hesitate to ask[/color][/size]

Or

[color=red][size=1]
Why must we be so closed to each other
If we are not, perhaps we can be in a relationship
With no concerns that may hurt our friendship
And today, we can share our world together[/color][/size]

[Mitch]

the ecstasies will smile in your face
as yellow as piss
as yellow as toilet water
as yellow as a banana's sliced, bleeding skin.
and through your ribs--your teeth--your tongue
as cold as sludge, the feces of pleasure
the feeling of taste.
the ecstasies will smile across your face.
like decaying teeth, yellow with plaque
yellow with death, roots and canals built
to serve the purpose of chewing and munching.
some cold zombie, yellow-eyed.
yellow fever, draining and grime.

smile sweet one, the taste of candy is in your lungs
breathing to me from your gaping smile.
smile sweet one, the taste of happiness is in your head
buzzing like a fly, all dead.

you're as sweet as butter
and as fat as the sun.
as yellow as baked fire
in my lungs.
you're as yellow as piss
swimming in a toilet.
and i'm just the dog
to the lick the bowl.

[Heaven's Cloud]

[b]warning: R18+[/b]


[color=indigo][center]useless expressions
like ?all those yesterdays?
and ?always tomorrow?
just affirms our inabilities
and our insignificance
to live for the moment
and rise above
our incessant ineffectiveness
?carpe diem? baby
seize the fucking day
grab it by the balls
and hoist it up on a flag poll
let it blow in the breeze next to Ole? Glory
?cause if you die
there ain?t no tomorrow
and yesterday was
it just was
so screw the quest
for affirmation, validation,
or whatever ?tion? is popular at the moment
and just fucking live[/color][/center]

[Dagger]

Rough caresses on a worn-out couch, another
warm body wrapped awkwardly around hers.
He's tentative, too slow for her tastes.
She'd scream pure frustration if she thought her
throat could take the shock of release. Why
won't he just look her in the eyes?
It's not as though she needs affection.
Simple acknowledgement will do quite nicely,
thanks.

The next day, she sprains her wrist
playing soccer. Strange, how pain can
feel so much more real than pleasure--stifled
movement in her mother's basement, passionless
as her first slow-dance. Clammy hands
and downcast eyes are her only memory
of that sixth-grade spring.

She thinks she might be breaking free
of something. The room
still holds his scent, straight from the bottle
and a little bit cloying. It's sweet all the same
but she wants more than sweet. She'll leave
nail-scratches in his back to wake him from
this slumber. No reason to
shamble through life alone.

~Dagger~

[Mitch]

[size=1] I really liked your last poem, Heavy. Heh. Especially the last line.[/size]

[b]Melancholy[/b]
my heart, he feel broken;
a man alive to be hit;
as he alone do sit,
be beaten to a skull.

my head, he feel dumb;
a misunderstood, as all things great are, and be,
is only the stuff cuffed in 'chines,
man'factured in a cage of dreams.

my hands, they feel dead;
for God created all, they say, and all that'll be
and mine hands are only gloves,
only to wrap round what's been made
and make all that's been made before.

no, there be no point anymore.
for born is he who dies;
like all that writhes and kisses well.

eat this food, say my body, and waste
nay, there ne nothing that are or be
that shall release one such as me.

my eyes only see a world created
by other eyes who never knew
the sweet sad blue.

she make my hand feel ice
all numbly open mouthes in the cold;
and all I make and breathe
is blue
and by and by sad to drear
my hands slip on all I do create.
aye, she do make my hand feel ice.

it's the trivial permafrost
of an endless freezing sea
where time flows in freeze
to frost, his a-fishing I now go.
for I now be comfortably numb;
and this passing lover, or this passing smile
I make blue.

stumbling, my heart has lost this race,
there's blizzards in her smiles.
she is cold to her touch, stopping all;
and my brain, he be cold in her coon,
for all is and all be blue.
a-sparkle here a-sparkle there
painted, I be entangled in her hair,
for the coldest time of the day
has the forests I do know well.
where abominable snowmen knell
oher ever name.

her eyes are frostholes sunken to her head;
glowing dull in despair, the places known so well
where morning stars do dwell; she freeze as much.
the blooming dye otouch.
she, prisoner of hope, the one and only
ohighest astute; obest feeling of them all,
the dearest water fall.

Melancholy, you be my heart;
you be my Apathy, for she
is just as you.
with you my heart be not so broke;
but he, in his chains, feel lament
and is able to ache in his pain
through icy veins pumping warm blood.

Melancholy, most beautiful of all serene,
you make me serene;
through you, my head, he be not so dumb;
but dumbstruck he feel in love
of you.

Melancholy, because of you
my hands feel not so dead,
they be able in slush and crave
to feel comfortably numb
and not aslaved
for all I do;
all I live
is made blue.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]She's a strung out artist,
All cute and perfect,
But only in the eyes of her peers,
And maybe enemies.

When she closes the doors,
All the stops are pulled,
And she cries alone in her room,
For lack of what she needs.

Only she can't tell,
What it is that she needs,
But maybe it's best,
If she doesn't know.

Her friend is there,
The breakup is over,
And another soul cares for her as well,
She has hope.

But still she sits,
And waits for the day,
When the dark eyes turn,
To be with her forever.[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[I] So I sat[/I]

So I sat
Motionless
Emotionless
Wait for it

Sat and wait
Wait for demise
See destruction in my eyes
As I stare into the sky

I just sat
And waited
Wanted it all to end
Never see the world again

Through my eyes
Destruction and demise
In my eyes
You see dark skies

Death and tradgedy
I begin to see
They wait for me
I wait back

I cant sit forever
Can I?
Is it worth the cost
Is it worth demise

Everyone dies
I close my eyes
Wait for death
Wait for mine

So I sat, with the corpses, and waited, I killed I die, see the sky, through my eyes.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I can not love,
Not the way they need,
Not the way they want,
And I won't change.

No matter how much,
You repeat those words,
You repeat those lines,
I can't be what you desire.

Although I will be,
You beloved elder sister,
Your beloved caring mother,
I can not be your lover.[/color]

[Dagger]

The distance between us
renders you a phantom--
just another figment of
my drab imagination.

You're painted with
the broadest of brush-strokes,
all dull grays and shadowy white.
An old photograph,
marked by the passage of sorrow
and time.

Too many miles for the mind
to comprehend. I stare at a map
of the States and sketch the
length from here to there.

Between us stretch mountain ranges,
prairies and the vast sweeping cornfields,
places that feel like they belong
in another country. A different world.

Yes. I'm just another of those pioneer girls,
ever gazing westward towards the sunset
and your fading smile.

[Gentle]

A child began to cry
Her face became wet
Tears continued to pur
Soaking her face that night

She burned their in fire
A kind that burned crimson red
Screaming out her little soul
As the hungry blaze was fed

No one was there that night
The one where that girl went
A final flame took her all
Then she was no longer there

[RicoTranzrig]

[color=darkblue]Let?s see, I think I became aware of how beautiful girls are around freshman year.She came up to us, asked for money, then disappeared.We asked for the money back after a few months, she said ?no.?Filipino, tall, glasses, wanted, hair in a ?fro.

Next up is a girl I?ve known for a while, she?s still cool, but I didn?t realize she was fine until my friend said that she was the finest freshman in James Logan. Now she has short hair, no braces, and hope to see her again.

I hit junior year, medical health academy, to find quite a few beautiful girls who flew into my life:

She is tall, short hair, glasses, could wolf down food without shedding a tear.She is pretty, fun to talk to; it was really nice loving her for a couple of years.

Another girl used to be shy, but still sweet, a lot like that ?swirly? purple ice cream that she loves to eat. She?s quite outgoing now, high self-esteem, constantly letting me into R-rated movies before I turned 17.

This cute girl doesn?t really fit in with the others in this list.She carries a kids voice, innocent, but violent, plus she?s a legal midget.She spends a lot of her time going to rock concerts, having fun getting tossed around in mosh pits. Did I mention she?s 21?

Another I?ve met just online, but what?s worse, we go to the same school. She wears business-type clothing and wants to be a nurse.She feels the same way I do about certain people. Real friendly, but she?ll roundhouse your ass if you ever mess with her.

Last of this short list, and definitely not least is a girl I?ve known for about four years. She?s quickly become a true friend and peer to me. Too bad I haven?t seen her for a long time?but I managed to warm up to her online. In real life, real pretty, big dorky smile, transition glasses, did I mention ?fine?"
[/color]

[Burori]

[FONT=times new roman][COLOR=darkblue]
[u]The first day![/u]

My knees they are shakin,

My heart it is ackin.

The doors they now open,

Right now I am hopin.

School's here and today is today,

Children scream, laugh, and play.

Teacher'S call for silence again,

Children turn their ears to them.

The first bell rings to call the period to an end,

The second goes off, say goodbye to a friend.

The third goes off in 50 minutes in sucess,

The children laugh and scream, "It's Recess!"

Cafeteria is flooded in rows and more,

Children come in and out the door.

Laughter and chatter is all to hear,

Until the bell rings again the children most fear.

Class returns in a unfortunate cause,

Children moan and groan all because.

The class ends in 50 minutes and counting down,

The children sit there and await with a frown.

The bell rings again the children all cheer,

But to the next class we go, better get into gear.

Gum is the next one, a happy fun class,

Some kids though act like an ***.

Upcomes the bell the children in a bunch,

Crowd together and scream out "It's Finally Lunch!"

Voices again crowd the cafeteria room,

Food ends on the floor, here comes the janitor with a broom.

A monitor is set up on walls and doors,

To be sure no one harms or vadalises the floor.

Fifth period arrives qith hundreds of bellows,

Sixth period later on haunly follows.

At the end the children scream out, "YAHOO!"

Until they realise they have homework to do. [/font][/color]

[Mitch]

notting round
a big old hill. and i can only guess.

notting hill.
cold wind.

it's fear that gives men wings.
not angels.
not wings.
not hands.
not love.

same old hill
notting.

been dead so long
been blowing through the curtains
in your room.

i'm and idiot babe.
every time i move my teeth.
it's a wonder i still got wings.

i moved the stars
and they were as bright as blood.

i move them for nothing.

move them for a notting hill.
same old hill.
notting.

all my ragin glory
all my blue bruise.
kiss goodbye this howlin beast
and give him love.

a noose
a hand
a man
a car
a plane.

they all have wings.

give them time.
give them time.

it's fear that gives men wings.
and machines that sputter incoherently.

i'm notted to knots.
my mind's filled with big ideas
and small dirt.

bury it all.
bury it all on my notting hill.

i'm an idiot babe.

[Kyo no Ryu]

this one isnt all that.

[I] A Place for my head the poem[/I]

[I] I watch how the moon sits in the sky on a dark night, shining from the light of the sun[/I]

What a sight
the moons fake light
Dances across the sky
Sky so hi

[I] but the sun doesn?t give the light to the moon assuming the moons gunna owe it one[/I]

Their not alive
They don?t strive
To drive
Each other down
In the ground
No greed
Among the nonliving

[I] Makes me think of how you act with me you do, favors then rapidly you just turn around and start askin me about things that you want back from me[/I]

Who do you think you are?
Your wrong by far
If you want something, work
Do something
This wont work
Tidings I wont bring

[I] I?m sick of the tension sick of the hunger sick of you actin like a owe you this. Find another place to feed your greed while I find a place to rest[/I]

Leave me alone
Drop the phone
Don?t contact
Don?t react
Go away
Go and play
Get out of my face
Find your place
Lose the race
You disgrace
I don?t owe you
Let me sleep
Let me rest
Let me find a place for my head

[I]I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don?t understand.[/I]

No!
Don?t speak!
Don?t ask!
Don?t blink!

[I] I wanna be with the energy not with enemy a place for my head[/I]

You make me sound like the bad guy
But its all you
I don?t have to give you anything
You helped and you want pay?
You donated your strength
And you want something in return
Without permission
Is that your mission?
Go away
You?ve made yourself unwanted
Die

[Mitch]

O taco birds,
wherefore did thou come,
come like a hawk
all torn and rags.
and grab me
to Taco Bell.

muchos tacos
and muchos beef.
tasty little tastes
and pig feet.

O taco birds
take me home.
the hippie home.

the nest where i know.
the place where i know where to come home to.

and all that you eat
and all that you hate
and all that you make
and all that you destroy
and all that you deal
and all that you buy
beg borrow or still

is still not as great as
the eagle

so take your taco
and run.

O taco birds,
thou hath not feathers
and no teathers
and no reasons.
but what thou hast.

get a life.
get a farm.
become a man.

the cows,
i can hardly express
my thoughts
of beef
on my breast.

[b]dead poets[/b]
dead poets talked of their nights
over the crackle of a fire's lips
as it danced on their faces in slow
motion and blur; balet too absurd
to be a real form of motion.

dead poets talked of their poems
over the crackle of other men's voices
as they stood in a jungle land
where civilization had not a touch in hand.

and the houses were built on papers
and the kisses and whore's lips were
smooched on papers.
and the sunrise and the sunset
was lighted and blown out on paper.

they were gods.
they were men.

dead poets talked of their nights
over the crackle of a fire's lips
as it danced on their faces in slow
motion and blur; a balet too absurd
to be a real form of motion.

dead poets talked of their poems
over the crackle of other men's voices
as they stood in a jungle land
where civilization had not a touch in hand.

and the houses were built on papers
and the kisses and whore's lips were
smooched on papers.
and the sunrise and the sunset
was lighted and blown out on paper.

but they could not control
the fire that danced all over them;
for it was that which was the very source
of all the papers and all the creation
and all the destruction that had been made.

they wrote their words but didn't know them
they wrote their hearts but did not beat with them.
they wrote their brains but did not think with them.
they wrote with their hands but did not feel with them.
they wrote with their souls but did not feel anything in them.

still alone
even in haven.
the dead poets
wrote.

zombies with flesh on their minds
wandering round the spinnin wheel of time.
grasping hold of death's wishbone.
even in haven
the dead poets wrote
still alone.

they moved stars with their hands
masters of the stars.
they swooned ladies with their words
masters of persuasion.
they gashed wounds in hearts
masters of pain.

they were dead poets
dying from their deprave.
they were dead poets
talking of their poems
and writing them all down
without a reason or a name.

and they are dying
from what they could not control;
they are dancing in an absurd balet
with their very navels and what burns.

the fire licks them
and tastes of them.
they taste sweaty
and lovely. dead
but sweet.

and if you have built castles in the sky
they will crumble down on your eyes
and make you bleed more than hell.

the bases
need be built
to finish the ell.
and to inch the hell.

the dreams;
the dead poets.
eternal burning soul;
wicker wood,
trees and stones,
and crutches on bones.
and things that matter
to burning souls.

build your castles to the sky;
be the transcender of your own.
but in the end
you die alone.

[Heaven's Cloud]

I am stone
I am a tome
To ancient forget me nots
And modern graffiti

There is no sanctity
In being a rock
But there is knowledge
Gained from repetition

I bet you didn?t know
That every man is an island
So is every woman
For that matter
How else could you cope

I was made between
The arrival of God and god
I know human nature
But you can believe me
When I say
The nature of humanity
Is infinitely more profound

I am a stone
I am a tome
To your very essence
I fear not your graffiti

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i] the endless tormentingly hillarious pain[/i]

lagh at your own joke
just for their suicide
you pretend you wanna slit their throat
with no clue what they feel inside

you laugh
they cry
as they die
you take pride

youre jokes are their pain
and when they go insane
your the one to blame
its a shame

they may laugh at the endless tormenting hillarouse pain
but as you here the gunshot you realise their on the heven plain

word to the steryotypes.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]All I feel,
Isn't all that bad,
But they all don't know,
Just how much it's all worth.

As they come,
Just as I wanted,
I think as they wish,
And know that as sure as I am.

They will come,
If they really want to,
And then they will all know,
What I feel is what they feel.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

I am wow...Incredibly blown away by the vastness of this thread. I will post as much as I can find inspiration for. This is a little cheesy, but its right off the top of the head. enjoy

She is there,
A breath-taking sight
I see her and can't talk, breathe, move
what do I do?

She smiles a smile,
melting the dark
to all that is good
but what do I do?

She glides, not walks
to the place where I stand
rooted in place,
for I know not what to do

she takes my hand,
and uproots my feet
my mouth tries to work,
but that I can't do

She talks in a dulcet,
sweet and lilting
I try to speak back
the sound won't go through

She giggles at my silence,
reassuring my mind
that all is well
the thoughts come through

love is expressed,
gushing on forth
she is flushed and amazed
what can she do?

We walk along
in silence we stride,
unspoken between us,
our love is true

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]There is a man I know,
And he taught me some things,
Others I figured out,
All on my own.

All women are hoes,
All men are animals,
And we all desire power,
To control our lives and the lives of others.

That's his point of view,
But mine is slightly.....
Different from his,
But he's older and maybe wiser.

Women have very little power,
On their own anyways,
So they go after the men,
That have the power.

Men are easily manipulated,
By the things that women,
And only women can offer,
So they give in.

And our lives are a search,
For happiness,
The kind that will last,
But the kind we can never really find.

Not here and not now.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]grimmer-grammaring[/b]
the brain is more powerful
than you will ever know.

my bones flew
to the sky.
they cracked
like fire.

it was beautiful.

angela's ashes
indeed.

ashes look like flowers
to me.
like dead roses.
and dead dreams.

the brain is more powerful
than you will ever know.

words are ashes.
indeed.

little thistle
made up of thorns
that webs together.

these are words.

why love love
when it's only a word
and why live life
when it's absurd.

because it's beautiful.
that's why.

all a-crickly and a-crack
and i will scream my yawp
all over the world.

just like old saint walt.
and no one else.

civil-disobedience
take me away
to the pond
a game of where's waldo.

i know where he is.
in the ashes of words.
in the dirt
with the worms.

and thoreau is gone
in them.

ashes is a word
that just seems to mean
what it means.

just like rain
pitter-pattering
or bats
grimmer-grammaring.
("no no no, a verb has to be.")

it sounds like something
that sucks life.

what a vacuum
of space.

i won't waste my time?
i don't have it to waste.

just go to college.
get erased
become a pencil
and write in graphite
and grey.

and up in the sky
i'll look at me from my flubby skin
wondering who would win?
the bleeding hearts,
or the snobs.

something like
insanity.
and doorknobs.
each opens a door for another
and bleeds open to another.

the snobs and the
bleeding hearts,
the queen of spades.
or maybe, if the schoolteachers feel gay,
the king of queens, with a smirk that says,
"i know what you want, babe."

and so do i.
you want ashes.
dust to ashes and hashes.
exclamation points with commas for heads
from being cut open wide and dead.

a trail mix
of legs,
things that are only for walking
but nothing gained.
those are what
the grimmer-grammaring bats
want to do.

and i'm just as brainwashed
as a cup of stew.
all full of rotten vegetables
and yellow blue.

sick with fact,
and sick in fact,
i'll sail away.
go to providence.
my home away from home.
my brain.

the brain is more powerful
than you will ever know.

and my hand?
it is a tendon of my brain.
and my leg?
it is a crutch for me in vain.

and me?
i am a slave.

[KarmaOfChaos]

[color=deeppink]
Good Enough

I'm never going to be good enough
I'll never please them the way the want me to
I'll never be that dedicated
I'll never care enough

For you
Or for me
I barely care for you
And not at all for me
So please see
That poking me and proding
Will get you no where
Because I'm dead.

Dead inside my head.
Just an empty shell
Of the girl I used to be
She seemed so happy
So care-free
I can't believe
That I was her.

I'll never be good enough
For all the books and songs
And all the things they write about
In exalted poetry and psalm.

I was never really happy
Only a delusion to myself
I was a delusion
A delusion to the world
I can't lie anymore
All these painful memories I bore
They broke the illusion inside.
An illusion's delusion of confusion.

I'm not good enough
I guess I'll never be
All that you needed
All that you see
I'll never be that perfect girl
You saw in your mind's eye
I'll never be that perfect girl
That didn't exist after all.

-Karma
[/color]

[Mitch]

Angel with wings flew to me.
i was only a maggot.
only a maggot feeding.

[i]may i tell you a story
of everything and all that be?
may i tell you a story
of everything that is and shall?[/i]

my maggots' love is like a proclivity
i tie it around me and in the mirror
i see a face that is noosed.

get down to me
get down to me
get down to me

kiss me.

angels
just say hello.
and see your heads.
all like holes.

wings
aren't real.
i've cut the scissors' blades
and seen through the maze
that is the perplexity of authenticity.
and truthful knives of divinity.

steel-eyed
steel-teethed
steel-deceited
i'll crush my hair.
to disrepair
and discare.

until nothing
will be there.

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]mind nuke[/i]

My brains xplodin
So many thoughts
So many things
that dont matter.

Why think
about things that dont matter?
"what happens when you die?"
"what is the purpose of matter?"

Whats goin on?
In my head?
how long do you bug yourself?
Until your dead?
Yet you forget it all
when you go to bead
time to rest my head
nuff said.

[Dagger]

Shaking hands, and the taste
of something bitter
in the air that flows like liquid through my hair.

Another beautiful day. Familiar playful breezes,
gentle sunlight, timid skies.
It's all one pretty cliche.

I'm left black and white
amidst this technicolor paradise. What lends
life color more than love? Unless it's
a thousand miles away, bled by time and tide
to the palest shadow of its former self.

Sad isn't the right word.
It's different . . . the feeling that wells within you
when the earth is drenched with rain,
and its soft gray beauty smooths everything
to blurred perfection.

~Dagger~