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

[Mitch]

[b]So like Sound[/b]
what does this
sound like
in my
ears?

it sounds like a feather--
all falling and all bones;
a rib falling toward ground
to crack and groan.

it feels alone
and left in the rain
to sulk.

in my ears
this euphonous
thing that can sing
but has no voice.

and this wail
that speaks
but does not.

within a sound
there is a painter
who works all night and day
crayoning in his heart.

within a sound
there is a lover
french kissing deeply
with his tongue.

and it makes me so sad
to hear something such as this
and makes it seem so terrible.

the heart is never complete
just as a rose never seems to last
long as it should.
and the deeply penetrating tongue
loses all its taste as it kisses too hard
and chokes the throat.

the sound in my ear
is clittering emotion;
but so much more.

it destroys as it creates
and deletes as it becomes there.

and that is the beauty
and that is the tear.

and i do think
the most beautiful images
find me here.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Lies?
All Lies?
Okay I can deal,
But I don't understand.

You say that people hurt people,
And that I should get over it,
But I can't,
When it's just me.

Like my friend Sonam,
Hurt by the people,
That were supposed to care,
When she didn't do shit.

Well that's simple,
She needs to deal,
But she's the victem,
And I'm like the jerk doing it all to her.

Fuck me,
Mea culpa,
Mea maxima culpa,
What does it change?

Absolutely nothing.[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]blood obsession[/i]

covering the walls
spewing from your now dead corpse
obsession with death

watching the blood spray
its crimson covers my blade
decapitation

corpses everywhere
and on me is not a scratch
red flows down my sword

down I stare at you
from your carcus blood spews out
such an ugly corpse

I stab through your head
this is my bad obsession
obsession with blood

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]The final farewell,
The door closing,
The keyhole being sealed,
Like the ending to Kingdom Hearts.

I go back to my paradise,
A princess of heart and an earth angel,
And you continue on,
Wandering forever with your friend.

A kiss farewell,
Perhaps on Monday,
And my tears have finally dried,
But I'm still aching inside.

The sand is filling my shoes,
And shifting under my feet,
And as I reach out my hand to you,
The further I drift away.

Grasping but not touching,
And so empty,
So gone,
And you say that these chains of mine.

Can be broken,
Just not by me alone,
The key is there but I can't take it,
Not without another to love and show me.

It's not you,
But the key is waiting for me,
Someday I'll break lose,
Of these masks and bars.

All that I keep inside.[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]blood obsession 2[/i]

a knife to your throat
I wisper words in your ear
what is your death wish

the knife slides across
hit the flood droplets of blood
spewing cross the floor

then throw down your corpse
and then I just walk away
a blood obsession

[RioLaskand]

The stifling air
chokes the senses
leaving thought
to the wind

A man of authority
towers above me,
saying,
"Now, begin,"

My hands are entities
as they weave a tapestry
of sound, and light, and grace
and none but him do hear

A stutter,
rends that tapestry asunder
but my hands keep going
repairing the lost parts

The music flows onward,
picking up pace
the bow floats on air
the fingers race

I strike the final chord,
my face flushed in sweat
The last streams of music
flit through the room

He stays,
dismissing my frame
and says, "thank you, we will call you,"
and I leave not the same

[Kyo no Ryu]

ARE YOU READY?
this could be painful
now step into the arena
and brace yourself

ARE YOU READY?
to take this risk
tie a cord to your back
and step toward the cliff

ARE YOU READY?
to fight to the death
break someones neck
punches in the chest

ARE YOU READY?
to fall from this height
scream out in fight
plummet towards the earth

FIGHT
sweat drips down your cheeks
you wonder if you made a mistake
you could be cooked like steak

JUMP
you hold your breath and fall
you let out a screem
this isnt as fun as it seemed

last punch,
last inch,
1 neck craks,
1 cord snaps

you took to much a risk

[Mimmsicle]

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[b]- Mimmi[/b]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]line[/i]

walk in a strait line
never break
single file
no one different
everybody the same
we have become a line
unending
unchanging
dont be different
dont be the loner
follow the croud
dont try to stand proud
youll be brought down
unless you take charge
show them the truth
show them theyre ignorence
shatter the steriotype
cut the lines

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]In my garden,
The sun is rising for a new day,
And the birds have all flown upwards,
From the basin of cold water.

Terra cotta and lime and silver,
The colors of the grounds,
And within the running turf,
Spring new colors every hour.

Hyacinth and lilac and lavender,
Goldenrod and hazel and claret,
Sage and thyme and sea green,
Maple and bamboo and fresh laburnum.

All the colors in this garden,
Where I sit and wait,
For the day when the sun will turn,
And stay.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]barbs' lips[/b]
frowns, and blue
tangled weeds
sucked through.

barbs' lips
are in their tongues;
the eating suck
of iron lung.

and hiss
hiss hiss
hiss hiss
and hiss

mists' breath
on barbs' lips
as steam 'scapes
in hiss.

kiss me down
i'm laid
bloom'd.

come barbs' lips.
suck my mallow
bony bone flesh.

the riblets' burlesque;
stripper bleed your heart.

bleed 't to the floor
bleed 't to my brain;
the explet' vain.
perfect flow'r for me.

romant' kisses 'scape
scrape my soul's cage
the bleed'ng blood'ng stains.
kiss me down
i'm laid.

bloom'd.

barbs' lips
on rosey red
bloodflow'rs
wound' blue
bloom'd
an' black slew.

frowns, and blue
tangled weeds
sucked through.

[b]i go walking on the streets sometimes[/b]
i go walking on the streets sometimes
in the sweet loving air
and see the wind blowing?
that sweet loving air.

all in frowns
they walk.
and i walk by
just another.

all in huddles
they gaggle
and i walk by
just another.

and i do go walking on the streets sometimes
but winter has come and it is cold?
the sweet loving air is not too kind
and i find i wish to be naked

and i find i wish to run amok.

but i also find
the cold gets to me.

[b]the world is ugly and the people are sad[/b]
the world, ugly
the people sad
and i find myself here
with what is had.

the world, the sphere
this home, terrestrial fear
is ugly.

skies are poignant hates
and streaks are all gates;
the light leaves never to escape.
the bridge to blackness
is the bridge to abation;
the sleightion of slate
stoned rock too far gone.
and erased.

grass is beating sticks
as it grows in eyes;
satirizing time
the slow trickling grime.

mud is everywhere
and mud is all
the stuff of stick
the stuff of crawl.

and there in it all
crosses dangle from its walls.
a swastika to the masses;
the impassist fascist.

i know when i look to the sky
i see melancholy clouds
and clods of stars
too dead to be there.

i know when i look up to the sky
i wish for engulfs from whales
that are beached in the sky.

and i know when i look up to the sky
death's beady eyes are twinkling
and alive.

the world is ugly
and the people are sad.
and never did it feel so good
but so bad.

this world, this sphere,
spins.

may i find you here
and may i not.

but instead,
a blood peach;
its pulp;
rot?

for the world is ugly
and the people are sad.
and i find myself here
with what is had.

[b]Tribute to JFK [Unfinished][/b]
I
the simple poetry
of an open heart
and an open mind.

the simplest
and only the heaviest.

have i felt the crashing steel
of presidency's feel?
nay, i have not,
and so the simplest
and so the heaviest.

the simplest being in doing what's right
living and doing what ifs we see to power.
the simplest being
in the way the world is
and the stars are shinning .
the simplest being
nature's glory.

and if there is a man
who can grasp what there is
of simple
i cannot name.

but now forty years
my mind says he.

the heaviest in ruling with your mind
and bending the heavy-hell that binds.
the heavy-hell that knows
and is human and imperfect.
yet so flawless in its grace.

mistakes are made
and not to waste.
the haste is haste
and the lesson
is never to be forgotten.

for simply being
and simply hoisting.

but with mistake

and for this
i give you my heart.

may you drink of it
and may i as well.

II
the sniveling snoveling pigs
smell it.
smell it.

they plunder
plunder it.
plunder it.

couldn't see through their wooly skins
tough snarl.
sharp meat.
eat it.
eat it.

there are flies buzzing
buzzing.
buzzing.

and it was eaten
by you.

the left over meat
of a past owner
past owner.

and it was eaten
by you.

smelled it
it smelled good.
plundered it
it seemed to plunder good.
ate it
it seemed to taste good.

but couldn't see the flies
buzzing.
buzzing.
the pigs had you
all hairy
all bloody.

III
the sniveling snoveling pigs
and the lick of the shore
as water swishes

the swine.
how fine.
how benign.
the taste
of failure.

the sniveling snoveling pigs
their plan so perfectly fail.
and frail.

the death of some
for the error of one.

IV
and the bay of pigs
is still oinking.

and the people
are still upheld
and the people
are in a kind of rage.

soothe them
soothe them.

with the words
that come from
the heart.
and with the words
that claim its wrongs.

the soothing
is oration's song.

funny it is how words
can kill a beast.

even a swine.

V
cold

snow
rain
clouds

gray.

cold

bone
ice
sleet

gray.

cold

death
eyes
hands
guns

the cold war
comes.

the cold war
comes.

placid death
and wet hands.

silent,
cold.

silent cold.

VI
barbwire

the spinal
cords.

barbwire
separation
and eye-to-eye
thorns.

things pluck your skin
and there you are again.

barbwire.

the hanging chains
gallows
were you sane
and prisoned
and lain.

blockade.

blocking the way
to freedom.

VII
build up the wall
build up the wall.

berlin is getting too segregated
too small.

build up the wall
build up the wall.

VIII
concrete watch towers
and long brick
the endless thick
of tangling tensions.

halted leave
and extended stay
inside the shelter
an endless thick
of tangled apprehension.

may blood drip
and fall and slip
and roll down the brick
of the endless thick
showing tangled
twist.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]It would be great to see you again,
Now that the old wounds have mended,
I promise I'll be waiting by the door,
Unlike so many nights before.

That night you found me in the living room,
Along with the bottle I had just consumed,
I cried for hours after you had left,
Must be hard to forgive even harder to forget.

So do you recall how to get here?
You might not recognize what you see.

It's the take the second right by the second light,
Past Cherry Street go left,
It's the second house beneath the willow tree,
I'll be there waiting.

Now that we've watched all the season's change,
I've had time to see where my life had strayed,
And through every pain and disbelief,
You stood close by through my lies through my deceit.

So do you recall how to get here?
You might not recognize what you see.

Through my selfishness,
Couldn't see where you were coming from,
It took your leaving to see what I'd become,
You saw past all the things I'd done.
~~~~~~~
Plumb, Willow Tree[/color]

[Baron Samedi]

Fight my brain,
the mind is strong,
sit and wait,
for inspiration.

It ain't appearing.

It ain't appearing.

Homework,
burn them brain cells,
drive yourself,
for inspiration.

But it ain't appearing, it [i]damn well ain't appearing[/i].

Fight the boredom,
procrastinate not,
such distractions,
NO NO NO!

Everything buzzes,
distract me, distract me,
everything, damn well everything, is distracting,
Iyeh.

Inspiration ain't appearing, I need some help.

Homework, bane of the weary, contender of the world.

Inspiration ain't appearing.

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My first poem. What do you think? Good stuff?

As you can guess, I'm procrastinating over my homework...

[Mitch]

[b]old spice classic manifesto[/b]
the heart string play
in the form of none
and come round
to nun.

wails are deodorant spray:
old spice classic manifesto.

fill thy womb
and thy whim.

upon insemination
the eternal infatuation
with peach heads;
the product of
multiplication's nurse
growing on vines.

logic escape
and eggos for
waffle bones.

logic escape
and rape
for love.

th' fire have you
the heart string play
the vocation vocal
of lamental blame.

it is only a guitar
and it is only a string.
the muscle will sing
but only bend so far.

wear the perfume
wear the scar.
but don't
escape who you are.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]You've got a reputation,
I've got standards,
We're holding back,
Cause they tell us to.

I had hoped you'd get over it,
And that I'd get over me,
But of course,
Why the hell would that happen?

You're hella cute,
And you check me out,
Even when I'm not noticing,
It's all good.

It's flattering,
The way we have a crushing attraction,
Between each other,
Oh well.

That's school life.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

My frustrated cry
breaks a silence gone by
I strain my chords and wail
through the icy snow and hail

Collected at my feet,
the wind and snow do meet
pierce my toes with icy breath
a small foreshadowing of my death

The blood drips red
and falls to the snow
showing a wound
of sullen woe

the sword is withdrawn
steaming with the heat
of my lifeblood, clinging
and drawn once more

[Mitch]

[url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=34015]To the poster of this thread.[/url]

What a deplorable thread
that sinews my bones
and chokes my teeth.

What a deplorable gemittual hing
that stings hereto in my skull
and lingers like a sucker round me all.

How banal;
how anal;
how sanal;
how cranal;
how very, most inflectal,
to elite.

stab me lover,
stab me and defeat
the slang of yours
is the slang that severs.

stab me lover,
the digiting blubber is too fat

and Obesity, he
Obesity amats down the road
gemitting the groan
and falls to the ground
singing songs.

"even i adore ya, my cibus,
even i adore your warmth.
even i adore ya form,
even i adore ya, let's swarm
round the world
and grow fat as pigs."

the elite
are stinking

the grammaring
are thinking.

intelligence is overwhelming
and my genius is obtuse.

all i need say is intelligence is me
and elitist are thee.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]We sway from side to side,
Holding nothing but hands,
Looking nowhere but up,
Waiting for skyfall.

And when it happens,
We look at each other,
Sweetness becoming eternity,
As we lose ourselves.

In the forever that's us,
Seperately apart,
From different scenes,
But so rightly together.

You so clean cut,
And me so wild and wired,
It's perfect,
If a little whack by today's standards.

The same ones that keep you,
From speaking to me,
Where everyone can see it,
I laugh.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

dank and dark pages of life and death
are bound together in a single tome
twisting and burning at each other's touch
but still coexisting, the twin snakes of scripture

the pages grow, and the life becomes real
the dark fights light, for dominance of the spine
the white shines bright, relentlessly holding
they both stand fast, a blistering stalemate

Neither side softens, and both move on,
the battle sparks burst the fragile pages
to a roaring inferno, not splendid or bright
but a ghastly pale, thrusting down the light in its wake

now the black is in ashes, and the white is in dust
now the tome lays decrepid
set ablaze by the battle
that ended the world...

[Mitch]

This poem will end up being long. It's still not done, of course.

[b]Moloch[/b]
I
moloch birds fly in the metropolis
and land.

their wings are torn teathers
feet broken bones, broken arms
broken homes.

all about the androids clatter

boop beep dop
dop beep boop
beep boop dop.

they mob around the moloch birds.

II
the molochian angels
are pure fire and burn.
their bodies stand
the chipper crack
of roast
from their meat.

never melting
never swelting
never blush.
molt euphin
for tacit crackle:
a red tenacity
in soulless emphatimy.

the essenceal gemits
of a groaning age.

III
their hearts were around them
a sucker round their skull
and round their body.
their spleens were sacs
round their flames:
a coat of armor
made of blame.

their brains were down them
in their lifeless bane;
the banal cold calculae
of a machine's contrivation.

thereon their forehead was impecced
the digiting marker of
boisterous merriment
whereto machinity
laid its death eyes.

varia'vines such that of
X's and Y's and Z's
that were welted
to molochians' skulls
atrocioned from their heads:
the birthmarks of dead.

VI
cold calculae of calamity
calamits clamor to careen
on the day?the night
the metals machine.

a cometual fist
through provident bliss
tails pyrotic sinst
of lavatual dist
as it falling, hits.

fire burn;
scorn scurn;
the curvies' spine
made metal, rise.

the machinity
abominable abomination;
cold calculae's opus
swarm in.

metal arthropods
spiderbones whereto
spider hands; whereto
spider legs;
invasion's overt invade
spider congregation feign;
hide behind metal frame.

with spider form;
spider burlesque;
many-eyed fest;
humanbane coerced
the many-chained terse.

gemiting hoons
one-by-one loons
enjailed in cocoons.
clitter of chains;
clatter of claims;
the metals machine:
the flesh green
the dead scream;
energy hings.

skulls hull ground;
bullets tink round;
fire lick sound;
sky darken down;
clouds fall wound;
blood trickle loud;

death be around:
loudest loud,
hullest ground,
tinkest round,
darkest down,
fallest wound;
strongest, most bleeding
crescendo crescent moon
cresencts soon.

and all about
cometual pouts
whirring err's feind:
calculae's scream;
the garbled dream;
eaten regurgles feed:
the metals
machine:
eros;
the most
obscene.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]In Tirzirene,
On the cold nights,
You can almost feel them,
The strands of life.

The web,
Controlled by nothing,
Feared by everything,
Binding all of them.

Two lovers,
Meeting in the cool shades,
Underneath the trees,
Didn't even know what happened.

When something,
Not of their world,
Sparked the love,
That flowed endlessly onwards.

That love,
The strange love between,
A demon Asura,
And a Lady of the Pard.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]somesuch such[/b]
run to the rabbits
scurry with their kind
love them
and love them fine
i'll sit here
and be good.

run to the monkies
growler from their trees
and be hairy with them
as fall seethes
and leaves begin to fall.
i'll sit here
the naked trees stripping good.

run to the elephants
in africa's somesuch
be with the wilder of them
doing nothing much
i'll sit here
and be nice.

mosey about with the mice
in their nice holes
eat your cheese
and it eat with lice.
i'll sit here
just grand.

go round the world
be round the lot
and tell me nature's natural
and tell me bout how you got.
and get to going just wonderful.

there's lots to see
that one day will die
there's lots to be
that one day will cry

there's lots to be
and i don't know heaven's why.
just got to live
live with your kind.
ain't it just grandest,
ain't it just fine,

and i'm doing swell
i'm doing grand
you just keep being
with the immature ones
that hop somesuch round.

i'll keep my eyes quite sound
as you goof.

[b]chesire pirate[/b]
he gots the axes
and the thingie that's smashes
he gots the motion
he got the ocean
he got it all devotion
he got it like he notion

but he ain't got none to show.
keeps em locked up though.

who we are we need to know
who we aren't we need to go.
who we say is what we do.
don't jiggle a fool.

he gots the world
builts all up and down
the streets are big
they's found

and he depends on you
to deny it.
like a chesire pirate.

all round the world
people just cough
as they sing too long
bout his faction.

there's rebellion
up in fashion
smell it in the air
like beautiful rashes.

world's bragging of its misery
living too dangerously.
when rain falls it's fire.

and how can you have the gall
just to know nothing at all.
and just fall
like a stupid doll.

inside their skulls
their conscious goes on trial
saying,
"where's the reasons
for this all?"
and the judge just sighs
bout how long court's been in session.
and all the peoples just feel recession,
babbling bout patience that explodes.
and one man that just need defy it,
he talks the loudest bout salvation that binds it.
saying, "god saves, he's my mindful father,
he gots know-how bout dyin'."

the peoples
just scoff
angrily mobbing gainst the loudest man,
saying,
"we gots no 'mindful father,' all's we gots
is founded,"
and still the man attempts to defy it
he takes himself so seriously,
talks so virulently.

and that one man that just need defy it,
he still talks the loudest bout salvation that binds it.
saying, "god saves, he's my mindful father,
he gots know-how bout dyin'."

people mumble round their crowds,
saying, "this must be what salvation's
like after a while."
and the man's taken off to the funny farm,
where there's big cows and eatin' chickens.

and all the guys just walk
as they tick like a clock
talkin' bout girls and skirts.

"oh monnie, she's a hot-tot, ain't she, ahah,"
and when they all ask monnie to go out,
she just looks all pleased, sayin', "geez,
i can't seem to find my way, i'm lost,
can't ya'll just leave me alone."

the dogs they be, they just take monnie
find her her way, and again, they ask her out,
and she just says, "geez, can't you guys please
just gimme a break at all?"
when in secrets in her mind, she's just doing her best
to deny it.

some lovers tangle in a corner,
like vines all wrapped in knots
and they just kiss like nothing's round,
when the boys are all round watching
and in their concealment
attempting to deny it.

see the flowers bloom
as the bees buzz so quietly
they's so yellow, and black
that they just seem to find it.

them kids catch it in their hands
it just wants to sting
and them kids don't let such a thing happen
as they attempt to deny it.

all them church bells just go quiet
as the singing begins to violet
while all them kids're in there
when in secrets in their minds
what they be sayin' ain't where they mind it.

a blunt man shoots another man outside the church
and all them kids just gawck
it's too concise and clear
that he's killed them here.

don't jiggle a fool.
when in all that happen
we are all attempting to deny it
and how we all take ourselves so seriously
when in our minds
what we say ain't where we mind it.

and these court cases in our conscious
will mutter on senseless
like we just don't mind it.

and he'll continue tellin' us to deny it
just like a chesire pirate.

[b]potato parasite[/b]
the fries
fried fiery in
letting me singe
my tongue in potato parasite.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]There's an elusive scent,
Warmth and softness,
Spicy and comforting,
Must be gingerbread.

The senses reel,
At the memories evoked,
By the simple inhilation,
Of a cookie.

And when I think back,
I remember holidays past,
Warm and nurturing,
Close and together.

Our family becoming one,
With candles,
Christmas trees,
And fires burning on the hearth.[/COLOR]

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=bllue] Might as well keep up with the topic of food then.


Waiting, waiting, said it would be done in five,
sitting, sitting, watching them eat the beast alive,
wanting, wanting, just craving for more,
yearning, yearning, see what they have in the store,
money, money, its what I need to get what I'm waiting for,
clumsy, clumsy, dropping the cash over the dirty floor,
silence, silence, shut up and leave me on my alone,
leave, leave, just want to be with the food on my own,

stupid, stupid, fat and grease, better to eat the paper its wrapped up in,
ugly, ugly, served by someone who takes my appetite, puts it in the bin...

Terrible, terrible, thats all I can say of these crappy lines,
stop, stop, don't worry, I'll stop before you start to whine...s?[/color]

[outlawstar69]

You know, when I first was told of this thread, I had no idea it had such good poems in it. I started this morning trying to read them, and only got to around page 7 or 8. I decided to add my own and I see there are more than 50 pages! Whoa! I should have found this sooner. Oh well. Here's a peom that I wrote for an assignment; it's not my best but here goes:

The Gift of Winter
The gift of winter, made ever clear;
By the falling silence that none can hear
Of the coming of snow and crytaline ice;
Heralded by the turning of past seasons thrice
What is it?, some may ask;
Each of whom wears their own mask
Made by their greed, anger and lies,
They see not that thing which they despise.
Of the rest, yes they can see
With their hearts of mirth and eyes of glee,
They are the children, and those with children within.

In case you couldn't tell, this was one of those "christmas spirit" poetry contest things. I don't celebrate though, so my teacher told me I could make it secular. Now that I've posted, I'll be posting often :) .