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

[RioLaskand]

You give me strength
you give me life,
and yet you tear them away
at a word

I feel your presence,
hovering about me
but your silence
is truly sacred

Your words are harsh
your voice is terse,
and you are nothing
like you should be

I lost your life,
I lost my own,
and now I miss you
but you have never gone

I want you back,
I want to scream
but you just talk
and will not listen

I cannot hear,
I want to feel
soft touch
and soft words

So feel my pain
and run me through
with insults here,
and mockery there

I'm on my own,
you tear at me,
but will I scream,
before I break?

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Standing here,
Not the waiting room,
More like the waiting window,
And when you come to answer......

I get tweaked.

Tweaked alot,
By the file and the x-rays,
And the tape and drills,
But it's all good because of the radio.

The Insanity forestaller.

Instant bliss,
To blow out my eardrums,
And hear the beat rattle on,
While the drill invades my mouth.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]I'm a Bone Machine Baby[/b]
My body's a bone machine baby
take me away and down to the bay
where i'll shed this skin.

I was born in fall
when the leaves are all dying,
and summer is all heaving.

And someday baby I'll be leaving.

Winter is sure cold,
and it's the only time i have to wear my skin so deep.
The coldness likes to munch and eat,
and my bones are covered.

They're covered baby, covered for you.
And when I get wounded, I fall to you.
Wounds don't bleed, they drain
showing the pain that will not go.

Don't cut your wrists, you have to cut the sky
and take it piece-by-piece and kiss its thigh,
its meaty cover that reveals the bone.

My body's a bone machine baby,
and i eat it till it's skull,
till i can't do anything but feel dead.

The world's a caustic snow,
falling down in droves,
and it's quite cold, and it's quite numbing,
but i can thaw from you.

Numb is what bones creak,
like a never-running squeak in some pipes,
it never gets fixed, only gets broken more.

Bones wrap round my arms and round my brain,
and the lipid morose of the way i go feels me all down and under,
and my bones are cracking strings sickened to corrosion.
Bleed me an ocean,
one that doesn't stain, but one that only cries,
and one that is you true and tried.

Bleed me an ocean,
a thing red with dye,
full of atrocious lives.

And when you bleed me an ocean,
peel off your skin, the stuff that hides what's within,
and give the skin to me for me to burn.

I'm full of fire when i'm all bones,
i'm a bone machine baby.
A furnace to burn the reasons,
because there aren't any.

In your blood i'll swim,
the mortal stuff full of cells--
that lipid morose of dreams.
And in your blood i'll be,
the bone machine.

I'll create life from nothing,
and give you red roses to culminate in your sea,
and i'll form an ecosystem that'll make you breathe,
full of fish and piranhas that sting.
All them things'll be bony just as me,
covered in a meaty pulp that has lungs and breathes.


The red fish'll be serene, the bleeding eels will extend their bodies,
and i'll be injected into you, baby, injected like a drug.

I'm a bone machine baby,
a furnace to burn away your pain.
That red bleeding muscle that seems to never change,
with all those tendons that are tense and always the same.

Look into my eyes,
look past the skin,
tear it off and tell me what makes me tick.
Tell me all my bones and rip.
I'm a fallen angel,
you're a fallen thing,
we'll live together in dreams.
Create everything from bones,
and the most broken wings.

My wings were broken when i was born there in fall,
and yours were broken when you had to fall.
We're angels so sick we feel red as roses,
feel so broken we feel whole again.

And don't stop bleeding an ocean,
and culminating the sea.
And don't stop giving me problems to burn
in my furnace here neath the skin.

I've got a life to throw away
just like a crumpled piece of paper in a garbage can.
I've got things to build from my bones,
and kisses to kiss on passion's lips,
its whore's lips that are so fine.

I'm a bone machine baby,
i'm losing ribs one at a time,
and breaking down fine.
I was born in fall,
when there's leaves in the air,
and i'm just a leaf, bones and hair.

Make me feel like so much more baby,
and make my bones be my skin.
Make me feel dead as i do within.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]She is hooded,
Wearing jeans,
Zip up sweatshirt,
Beannie over her head.

Barcode on her stomach,
Spiked up hair,
Gauntlet of silver,
Body of strength.

Eyes of seagreen,
Body of rose cream,
Right hand transformed,
To the strength to tear.

To rip.
To maul.
To shred.
To give me a reason to fear you.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]Pass'on[/b]
My hands are on fire,
and my heart is on a race
trying to capture the essence
that i displace.

I feel broken fell,
and i feel broken down,
but that doesn't mean i don't feel
fire burning round.

All about me there's flames,
but all the same they aren't there.
They're so heavy on me
and so heavily bared.

I feel all tingled, and i feel all worked up,
like i could do anything but what i don't want to.

Inside my heart peeks out from its prison,
and breaks through freedoms' ribs.
My heart bleats throughout my body,
burning me within.
I try to understand this feeling,
try to sate it down,
but it just ends up bigger each time,
spinning round and round.

It is hard to describe, but amazing to try,
and i find myself in deep longing, and i find my heart has a head like a hole.

Flames don't look like this, but passion does.
And passion is what i feel,
a deep longing passion that i want to kill.
That i want to feed full and want to enamor.

And sure as everything, and sure as it be,
flames don't look like this, but passion does.

Soon i know my heart will crawl back in its prison,
its eyes closed, its beating hands in the air.
I can just see the steel chains chaining it there,
as it burns everything to ashes but passion.
It doesn't just lick away to destroy, and feed on oxygen like a fire,
but it burns on me, and it is all about my entirety.
My whole wishes to burn with abation,
and destroy with burning cessations.

The prison of my heart is an empty place,
there isn't anything but mirrors all over, where you can see your face,
and the mirrors are contorted, and i never know which face is which,
and i look at each face, wonder which is really mine, but there really is none.
Faces don't look like this, but passion does.

All my heart does in his cell is sit lone and cry,
beating a soliloquy to my brain that i can't even hear.
And late at night he always escapes his bars,
burning away everything i created or destroyed.

My heart is such beautiful misery,
an imprisoned brute, ugly but strong.

There is not any here to passion with,
not at this time or this hour.
So I shall bade it alone,
and drown it in its fires and groan,
and feel such blithering ecstasy.

My heart will crawl like a thin spider back to its cell,
and i will shut off my two bright lights as i lie well.
And another night shall come where i feel a need of dependency,
an endless abyssal crater of clemency.

There i shall bury what wont,
and there i shall bury not flames.

For flames are not passion,
but passion be an inflectioned flame.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]In her wings,
We can see something reflected,
Something deadly,
But so pleasing to the eye.

The largest of them all,
Is the Sistren's leader,
The Fae of control,
With domination over all the others.

Inside her wings,
The illusion is a reflection,
Of every female that is hers,
And sometimes when the moon shimmers.

We can see who is what,
Where they're going,
And how they came to be,
Trapped within the boundaries of control.[/color]

[Drix D'Zanth]

Letter to a poet---
Walking along this stony path
with no knowledge of its fate
Ill tell you this right now, my friend
there's no sign on heaven's gate

The temple that I gaze upon
blinding me with splendid light
is the one beneath your breast
with its umbra sparkling bright

A hunger welling up inside
that feasts upon your songs
knows right where the banquet is
and where her seat belongs

watching myself through your eyes
consumed by endless dreaming
waiting to see where the story ends
this plot could prove redeeming

A breath escaped from my lips
and whispered out your name
this utter faintly caught your ear
"This soul longs for your reclaim"

So, soothe me with your gilded words
Ill press them gently to my heart.
You know I've heard YOU all along..
Right from the very start.

[Swordsaint]

here's mine. simple yet enjoyable:
Dreams

Through fallow fields
and fetid swamps
traveled did I with my friends

we fought great demons
befriended elves
amassed great wealth and fame

a group of hereos we had become
to all the people of the world
then I awoke
relizing it a dream

Yet I will be patient
for when I do sleep
I continue the story
to it's end.

Hope you like it!

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]The sheets slide away,
Very very slowly now,
And without letting her be revealed,
They stop just short of the prize.

She raises herself up,
Onto her elbows,
Her body pouring out upon the blankets,
And her eyes smiling up at you.

Knees growing weak,
Body shutting down,
And as she slides down into oblivion,
You realize that she must have been real.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

You see me though reproachful eyes
and pull your hand from mine
your face full of regret
and eyes full of sorrow

"You shouldn't have done that,"
I know, my love
but you are too perfect
and everything is so wrong

Why must you amputate my hand
by denying it your soft touch
I wish to be close
but you know it cannot be done

I reach again for your touch
but you pull away
tears pull from your eyes
and stain your face

"Why must you do this?
you know why we can't
and yet you persist!
We cannot be!"

You walk away,
your wedding band
of a fake love
glints in the sun

for you are gone,
but I'm still here
but will you return
to take me?

[Drix D'Zanth]

(Took a totally different perspective here)

[b]Nylon Homicide---[/b]

[i]Covering my limbs, sheer fabric of tan.
a flickering candle dance with nylon..
tauntingly inviting your hands,
abrasive, virile and strong.

slightly snagging the material
as they glide up my thighs
squirming from a fingernail..
mapping it's way to the prize.

pulling, tearing, ripping the cloth,
a savage death of my lingerie,
to expose your due treasured froth.
[/i]

[Barra Maral]

Why not???


Why must you torture me so?
Why wont you just let me know?
Why cant you just let me in?
You know, being with me isnt a sin...
We are alike in almost every way,
Or so Ive thought for many a day.
Ever since that one night,
Ive begun to think im not so right.....

[Mitch]

[b]sweet calamity[/b]
lie in the comfort
on your hands, those thin knees
lie in the comfort of sweet calamity

i want to see you dance fucker,
dance on your knees
and feel the oxymoronic irony.
the sweet calamity.

if your name was oxy
i'd give you my lungs.
we'd breathe in close
in love.
I'd lie in the comfort
of your sweet calamity.

organic breathe,
the tedium seethes
opening
and groping.
I'd lie in the comfort
of your sweet calamity.

use your brain
and its proclivities.
And just breathe
Breathe just breathe.

i look to the window
of my sweet calamity
with nothing left to lose.

A feather
careens
landing on me hugging
but the glass separates
the glass of sweet calamity.

And will you
will you know.
And will you
will you dance.
And will you
lie in the comfort
of my sweet calamity.

I see a comet
I see it all

and i believe
it is ending soon and i believe
i believe it is ending soon.

swoon babe swoon
capture nothing in your move.
crush lips on lips
the red red.
the red that is raw.

we are material
rhetoric of physical mentalities.
and we live with nothing left to lose.
so swoon baby swoon.

swoon you fucker, swoon like a planet
orbiting the endless stars
as comets fly by.
Live in the arms of
your sweet calamity
with nothing left to lose.

oxymoronic irony
sweet blithering
take me away
to the place
where i'll stay.

to the place.
where i'll stay.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]She turns and looks out,
Over the bay,
With the bright lights,
So very far away.

And she laughs and sighs,
Because she won't,
Be going back again,
No not this time.

Enough of joy and harmony,
With other humans,
All she really wants,
Is quiet comforting peace.

That which is so rare,
To grace her,
In this day and,
In this busy time.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

You clink your coins
seduce them into my pocket
I will do your will
I will squash my soul

For the small price to pay
I will do what you wish
and fight as you dare
to show me

I will sell away morals
toss life to the wind
for a few more bills
of cold hard cash

I can burn down a house
or kill my own mother
but I don't give a damn
as long as you keep your end

I will kill, rape, maim, and defile
as long as I get my pay
for I am a hired demon
who is worth too much to be cleansed

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]The sun was still up,
The afternoon had barely started,
But still she climbed into bed,
And pulled up the covers.

Sheet and comforter and quilt,
Turning head to one side,
Between two big pillows,
And resting in the ecstasy.

The surroundings fade,
Ever so slowly,
And she is suspended,
Between earth and sky.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

Under pillow and blanket,
your face cracks a smile
wide and warm
fulfilling my life

I will care for you
and be with you
until I die,
for I will go first

Your happiness fills
a heart so cold
but it melts for thee
because you are mine

I cannot feel such warmth
from another soul
because you are mine
and my life is yours

For you are my love,
and nothing will change
not age, nor time,
nor light of day

For I will be yours
and you will be mine
until the day that I die,
and you're still alive

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So,
Where were we?
Ah yes I remember,
You wanted something.

Deal,
Cause I'm not like the girls,
That are so easily seduced,
By your empty words.

With,
Your insults in my ears,
I feel no love,
For what you could offer me.

It,
Is never good enough for you,
The things I agreed to,
And tried out.

Cause,
I'm never pretty enough,
Nor cute enough,
And certainly not your type.

I,
Never want to hear you,
Tell me you love me,
Casue I know it isn't true.

Don't,
Even think about,
Lying to me again,
Because I won't listen.

Care,
Hah like you really do,
You say you need love,
Too bad I'm not offering.

Not now, not later, not ever.[/color]

[Haze]

[COLOR=orangered]Heh. Nice subliminal messages. I really like it Raiha. Very good. Goes quite well with my current theme of writings. . . The lies guys tell. ^^[/COLOR]

__________________________________________________

[COLOR=orangered]You said I was beautiful.
You said I was kind.
You said all of those things
that blew my mind.

I fell hard and fast.
Dreaming and dreaming,
That forever it would last.

Then the truth came out.
The truth of what we were really about.

You tought me what it was like to hate.
You tossed your line,
And I took the bait.

Never again will I be so naive.
I cannot afford
Getting caught in love's tricky weave.

I will never again trust,
that foolish thing called fate.
Leave it all to cry in the dust.

I hope you rot in bloody, little pieces,
Stuck in the lies that you live.
While my hate just increases.

[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I saw you today,
With your new old girl,
And I was so mad,
I didn't know if I should scream.

Fucking cry maybe,
Cause it's what I'm feeling,
Along with alot of violence,
That could be just me.

Hate you so bad,
That much is true,
But in reality,
I think I pity you more.

What you've done,
Is just all bad,
The way you flaunt it,
Or maybe it's just my own frustration.

You've torn me up,
All over again,
Like when you cut me off completely,
It was like losing a limb.

Done with you,
I won't call or cry,
Much less wonder why,
You do what you do.

Today I felt sadness,
Today I felt rage,
Tomorrow I'll be stronger,
Tomorrow I'll be better.[/color]

[Dagger]

Lying in darkness,
so deep in bed, he wished
that he'd never sat up other nights
staring blank-eyed at the ceiling
as his lips caressed the sweet syllables of her name.

She was not worth the desperate ache,
his hard-won battle,
or even the poignant beauty he had learned to perceive in sorrow.

Perception is everything--no, perspective--
it was hard to pluck clear thoughts
from the mess she'd left within his head,
a dire mishmash that now amounted to nothing
but wishful thinking and apathy.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Today I waked up,
Into total darkness,
I look at the clock,
The red glare reflects in my eyes.

I rise out of bed,
Wrap myself warm,
Listen to the heater,
And pad down the hall.

My parents are asleep,
My brother is stirring,
My baby is sucking her thumb,
But I am awake.

I pull the shades,
And look out over the bay,
It's beautiful today,
Even though the sun hasn't come yet.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]lay the egg[/b]
why did the chicken,
that clucking thing?
why'd he lay the egg?
and why'd he breed?

which came first,
the chicken or the egg?
no one knows, they just say.
and no one should know.

why did the alligator,
that reptiled creed?
why'd he lay the egg?
and why'd he breed?

which came first,
the alligator or his egg?
no one knows, they just say.
and no one should know.

why did the ant,
that little tweed?
why'd he give to his queen?
why'd they breed?

no one knows
they just say.
and no one should know.

why'd the human,
the little greed?
why'd he believe;
breed?

no one knows.
they just say.

and if no one says
and no one should
and no one does it
and no one would
then why must there be
these realities?

which came first,
the chicken or the egg?
and which died first?

the chicken who layed the egg.
the thing we seek to claim
when we needn't need that
nor needn't need to blame.

[b]fog[/b]
soft piano strokes
soft strings in the way
going bout and downward
in the haze.

fog me foggy day
foggy fog that fogs haze
will you adapt?
chameleon your way?
will you adapt
or will you fall
and be broken
and not saved?

all is fog,
all is fade
and i'm in it
and i'm drained.

all is fogged,
all is fade?
and what is this?
what is this i see?
it is you?
the one who seeks to be;
the one who seeks to make me.
break me
tear me in pieces.

hearts' fogs
the things of haze
the encapturing blaze.

the inability to see
the inability is me
fogging fog that fogs
and grieves.

bury me now
bury me under ground
in the soft whores lips'
the place where all ceases
and only the world goes to exist

the ground
is so soft?so serene
the fog?the breathe

and may i fall,
and may you sieze.

[RioLaskand]

I can see you right near me
reaching out to touch my life
but I am scared for I don't want
my secrets and sacreds to hurt you

I know who you are,
I know not what you think
but if you see my failures,
you may turn in disgust

Would you truly be mine,
if you know of the dirt
that litter my life
and stains my chapters?

Liquid like blood,
that stains page upon page
of wretched sorrow and pain
if you want these pages
along with the rest

Then, my love, will you be mine?

[Dagger]

Mitch, out of all your poems (well, out of those which I've had the opportunity to read), "Fog" is definitely my favorite. I can't quite say why, but it has a certain soft, sorrowful beauty that I find really appealing.

Anyway....

Gentle contradiction--
That's what a woman is,
courtesy
and hands clasped behind her back.
Gentility in her kisses,
her cool and conscious eyes,
her innocuous smile.
Kill me kindly, Kate,
it's not as though I know you.
It's not as though--

Gentle interruption,
skin against skin,
a knowledgeable touch arm-in-arm with feigned innocence.
That's what she is;
that's what I've gleaned from veiled lashes
and the obscurity of silence.