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

[Ryu_Sakura]

The Kindness

The kindness you showed me is a sweet tune,
And if there was a moon tonight,
I?d pull it down for you.

The gentleness in how you said it,
Made me feel true.

But in truth I?m no more then,
A little Truth for you.

I was sent her to help you out,
To make you see the truth.

But I got blinded in my haste,
And now you are too.

If I could change something I did,
It would be this:

It?s only possible to get true bliss,
When you help other who are true.

They can help you find a way,
And make dreams come true.

The only way you?ll pass in life,
Is to do what you feel is true.

But in truth I did nothing more,
Then blind you.

~For a friend~

ps Friend, if i make you cry i'm sorry.

[Haze]

I'm sorry guys but I don't have a poem to post. I just wanted to make a comment for Mitch. Your poem "Fog" is probably the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Honestly. It almost made me cry. Don't know why other than the shear beauty of it. Thank you for posting it. ^^
~Haze

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]I'm feeling out of character,
Last night,
That clothing that I wore,
And still wear now.[/i]

Long and white,
Slit up the left calf,
Almost skin tight,
Lingerie straps that fall down.

[i]I felt strangely exotic,
Almost like dressing up,
Only I was sleeping,
And now I have what's called sex hair.[/i]

The fabric is sheer,
The ruffles are small,
The curves underneath fill it out,
And the legs beneath are visible.

[i]I feel pleased,
That I've found something old,
That I like to wear now,
Because it makes me feel out of character.[/i][/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] It's funny you all seem to like the poem so much considering I wrote it in less than a minute.[/size]

__________
[b]Can You Put My Hands Away[/b]
can you put my hands away,
can you leave me alone.
can you put my hands away.

little child on a swing
the steel click-clacking the air the breeze
open happy smiles and happy dreams
the sand underneath on his shoes
dusty, faded, used.

little child on a swing
the steel click-clacking the air the breeze
carefree, blown around and with ease,
kites fluttering, flying in the sky,
fluttering butterflies no screams.

a father out-handing his child
and the thoughts all reprieved.
a child's thinking innocence believe.

can you put my hands away,
can you leave me alone.
will you put my hands away,
will you leave me here.

a child at school smiling
and glasses on his face, shutting away the world
the lenses erase.
a math problem staring,
the thing in his face.
he can't do it
he can't be doing this.
he disappears without a trace.

in his mind, the place
the memories that mean nothing,
but comfort him and make him grace.
another math problem,
cold and calculating,
staring him in the face.

will you put my hands away,
will you leave me alone.
can you go down to nothing,
can you end what you hold.
can you put my hands away.

a house being packed up,
friends being left, everything being gone,
leaving to go somewhere else.
a child in a car, bored and there,
playing gameboy, breathing air.
a child passing his time,
playing a small electric battleship game
given to him by someone dear.

will you put my hands away,
will you leave me alone.
can you release the pain,
can it all go away.

can you put my hands away.

a child in a city that is smaller,
walking alone into his new school the very first time,
very nervous, shaking and grind.
no friends here, none yet.
but soon the child will find.

a child making two friends,
them being there,
and he to have them, and them to have him.

will you put my hands away,
will you leave me alone.

a child, changing,
goes to school after school,
sitting there learning the learns of a fool,
falling down and falling there,
graced grace, and that that's fair,
when nothing is nothing, and nothing there.

can you put my hands away,
can you leave me alone.

a child changes,
grows,
matures,
ages,
wises,
metamorphs,
sees,
glances,
eyes,
knows,
but doesn't cry.

changing, he sees the truth,
and sees its lies.

a maggot turning into a fly--
a balloon full of helium emptying whole--
a clown losing his make-up and smiling even so--
a wound with scars opened whole--
a hobo down in the steam washing clothes--

the child adorned with everything loses nothing,
seeing a twisted shatter, the puzzle that is life.
like glass, the pieces hurt and prick,
and like glass it breaks smaller and smaller as he beats it down.

can you put my hands away?
can you leave me alone?
can a child be brandished,
and crushed so low.
can you put my hands away.

[Guest sixthcrusifix]

I killed you once, i killed you twice,
and then your heart was cold like ice.
I am not real, i lived a lie,
how can i live, how will i die?
My heart...it hurts, but i can not feel,
Ever paranoid, of what is real.
My pain lived short, at last it came,
Your power grew, from me you slane.
And yet...no. I was not satisfied.
If you had lived, and i had died,
would i be happy? I think so
but then....i am not me...
i am not real.... so what does it matter?
it doesn't.. and that, is why i go on.

-Sixy

[RioLaskand]

I am paralyzed by your sorrow
You can't hide it with words
dismissing the pain
I can see your eyes

They pierce through me
you know what has happened
and I know not what to do
I can do nothing but feel

Your sorrow fills my veins
we are connected through
something deeper than this
I can feel your pain, your sorrow

I can't make you feel better
I can't even move,
Your pain has thrown me down
and it is not mine to bear

I feel sick, this pain I feel
It's not right,
You should not have this
you are too genuine, too perfect

Why must the fates burden you,
with this horrible fate?
The human condition tears you down
you are questioning your worth

But you don't see your true worth
greater than any precious material
kindness and loyalty,
never truly appreciated and loved

These horrific bastards will never see
the light and lovelines that I can see
they see the trophy, a thing
I see a person, too beautiful
inside and out

What horrific man can do this,
take another while promising his love,
in empty words and touches
He doesn't deserve to glimpse you

And he will never see a second thought
because he is not human
No human can hurt another
in such a way
He will never see your pain

But I see it, and it tears me inside
knowing who you are,
and what you don't need or deserve

You deserve happiness, joy,
love that doesn't involve "belonging"
love that involves "being"
and you should've felt that the first

But that is not the case,
and you are in pain,
pain which I can describe
all too perfectly

We are linked, you and I
deeper than family, close friends
our souls touch
and your pain is pulled to me

Your tears I cannot bear
I am speechless to do anything
because I know not what to do
and my tears join your pool
because I feel what you feel

and we are one

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]It's a gift Mitch. I don't even think about what I'm writing for more than a few seconds.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Curled up in the backseat,
In a tighter knot than before,
After a weekend of heart,
And rejuvination.

Everyone got touched,
Except for maybe her,
And she's so tired,
So she's slumbering alone.

The wind is blowing,
And the miles are being eaten,
As the wheels turn,
Taking them so far from the heart.

And now they're back,
As she uncurls herself,
She feels the knots in her back,
Slowly come undone.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

I have awoken within me a power
that I never saw before
It writhes and it burns
but I kept it down
it will come to me soon

I can see what will happen
the hellish and pure
the demonic liars of tomorrow
the saints that will light the world

I can see you, broken and lonely
and someone else picking you up
I see you again, still lost and looking
but no one is here to save you

This makes me cry,
but still I smile
for I know not which fate will come
You choose your own, not what I see
and only then will you be complete

I cannot see what is to come
I can only see the choices
when we all must make
that fatal choice
between life and love
or hate and pain

The choice is yours, however disguised
you will know when you see it
and if not, then you are damned
to spend your life blind
to the choices you never made

[Dagger]

Cicadas' cracking shells, they rattle dry
and fall to shatter in the dusk--those withered husks of
summer, ground beneath an errant heel.

Powder now, they bear the scent of time
so thick that dust on asphalt reeks of age,
and footsteps coated in cicadas' remnants blow
away with winter's musty air.

Think of insects when the instinct stirs within your breast
to scatter,
to disperse your feelings on the wind.
Think of angels drifting slowly toward the soil,
mayflies borne aloft by lacy wings.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]It's the attack of the prep,
Coming subtle,
A slow change,
So slight I barely noticed.

It started with the shirts,
That my big sister gave me,
Aeropostale name brand,
And I'm sure.

It'll spiral out of control,
When I go to college,
And have my own plastic,
So maybe I'd better resign myself.

My prep days approach,
Even though I still wear those shoes,
And own those pants,
And smile so bold.[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] *quickly makes a poem*[/size]


tape feels good on my lips
cover wrapper that truth hides
in the deep hole of red dyes

kiss kiss kiss baby kiss
fall hold cleft resist
hold mame wrist
crush smack lisp
kiss kiss kiss baby kiss
fall hold cleft resist

the tape
on your lips
kiss kiss kiss baby kiss

tape feels good on my lips
my red lips
the lips' smooth
smoothen over
smoothen through
going down
deep into you

break the barrier
break the noose
the tape held together
by your lips' grooves
smooth
as dead as leaves
as alive as moans
kissing the kiss
drone blown thrown flittered wrist
kissing the kiss

kiss kiss kiss baby kiss
fall hold cleft resist
hold mame wrist
crush smack lisp
kiss kiss kiss baby kiss
fall hold cleft resist

the tape
sticks.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]The preperation was stiff,
We hauled out that puppy,
Slammed it down on the stage,
And I stamped it up and down.

Then I found the Phillips,
Losened the damn taps,
Bloch shoes aren't worth the trouble,
And then laced them up.

I adjusted my collar,
Jinglebells clanging merrily,
Then I turned and marched up the aisle,
Signalling my dad at the booth.

I stepped out boldly,
Like always and grinned,
That insipid smile that won't leave,
No matter how many times I do it.

And with a shuffle and a step,
I excecuted the moves,
Over the sheet of plywood,
And charmed my invisible audience.[/color]

[Dagger]

It's so late that the pages' words seem to rise
and burn themselves into my eyes,
but I want more.

I thus wander my way through this smooth-bound book,
enjoying its scent, its soft rustling sound.
My hands have made the paper warm,
the same sort of warmth that's found in fresh laundry
and other fleeting comforts.

I'm eager to know whether the worlds constructed
in glass are falling down, if their ethereality will sucuumb
to grimy earth.

Ideals crumble unto dust.
Man becomes ash, and woman too,
sometimes separate, though I've seen graves adjoined
like two rooms at a cheap hotel, nary a lock between them.

[RioLaskand]

There is a special smile
that you make with your eyes
not empty or fake
but twinkle like the stars below

Most people fake their smiles
and seeing their sappy grins
make me sick to my stomach
I have seen how they work
and they deal in reddish business

but you don't do that,
you smile with your eyes,
you cry with your eyes,
you pout with those hazels
and they make you truly you

Those who wear
their emotions on their sleeves
know that other people see
what they feel

You are more secretive
others don't see what you feel
but a glance to your eyes
in a moment of your lapse
can breed volumes

I have seen these with mine own
we locked, and for a second I saw
you were drawn to me, in sorrow
and I saw your soul

Again, we were locked
not in a truth
but in fabrication of my mind
and you smiled
your eyes followed suit

But we were not real
and I will see you not
till the year is past
and the fireworks fly

but I do not fret
for you are not gone
I go away to my land
and come back with new thoughts

I'll share them with you
as we sit in the cold
but warmed still as one
as we have been before

[DBZgirl88]

Here is a poem that I wrote for English class when we were studying Lord of the Flies. Anyway, reviews are highly appreciated.

[color="#006E9B"][B]BEAST[/B]

You cannot escape me,
For I live deep within you.
I am a part of you.
I am you.

You cannot escape me.
You are my refuge.
I feed off your sin,
Your anger,
Your hatred,
And your wicked lies.

You cannot escape me.
I am a reflection of who
You really are.
And I will hunt you down,
For I am a beast,
Yet I am more than that...

I am your pain,
Your agony,
Your fear,
And your suffering.

I am hatred,
Violence,
Panic,
And corruption.

I am evil,
As so you are.

You cannot escape me.[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Lavender flannel,
Spread out over the floor,
On top of the cutting board,
Scissors and pins at hand.

The newsprint pattern is laid,
Pinned down so it won't fly away,
And the scissors mutilate the fabric,
Then pull away.

Match up the pieces,
Press the seams in,
And away the bobbin goes,
Then finish up the threads.

Tie up the lose ends,
Finish the elastic,
Sew up the hem,
And try them on.

Dorm pants at half the price,
Because all you paid for,
Was elecricity and a little thread,
To make the flannel.[/color]

[Dagger]

He asked me to wrap the present in his stead.
Perhaps he's inept, or perhaps those folds demand
a woman's touch.
I'm far from graceful--I trip and smile and come up blushing.
Shame burns, no matter how slight, as do derisive stares.
But now my hands are clever, delicate,
swift like a surgeon's, smooth-moving as any pianist's.
No matter that I quit playing years ago.
I tell you this is a different music,
softly crackling paper and a carefully chosen gift.
He still peers over my shoulder, an anxious child at forty-six,
not even trusting his own daughter to get it right,
to press the paper flat and make it shimmer,
graceful beneath the Christmas lights.

[RioLaskand]

You can keep talking
you figureless head
your deep motonous tones
lull me to sleep

I dream about life
when the world was flat
and God's children ran wild
for the deep thinkers were gone

In hiding they stayed
until they proved the Earth round
but what life did they accomplish?
A loss of their head,
and a mark on their name

But they taught us to think
around those who taught
us that this thing was right,
and that thing was wrong

When we are taught many things
about our morals and thoughts
the truth behind the "truth"
is often quite harsh

What you think you know is gone
shattered like a vial
thin, small, and weak,
obliterated
by the hammer of perception

We see past the veil
cracking vials as we go
some take it well,
others break down

They will believe what they choose
to believe in their minds
some will join our ranks
some will kill our sights

But all along we are showing
the truth of defiance
the same words
that pull me to rest
will one day be questioned,

and with a yawn, I will answer

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Damnit it's stuck,
Halfway between my throat,
And my uvula,
Refusing to break lose.

It just stays,
Trapped in my lungs,
And my tongue,
Has a dry feeling.

This fucking cold,
Refuses to leave me,
And my body,
Is starting to ache.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

It?s 2AM and I am alight
words of philosophy
and of anything at all
lilt through the room

The silence of everything
is so sacred
as we lay on the couch
and speak our minds
picking each others

I am always seen like you
and you like me
we are twins with a span
of three years
Sharing bonds never broken

We know games, music, life
and we see through each other?s
eyes and mind
I get to my goal by force
you wait and figure them out

We are such different people
but alike in such ways
that we are truly kin
of a new light

I will never leave you
you will never shun me
you are my brother
and I am your brother
age, nor time, nor distance
will ever change that

Thanks

[Dagger]

You are a secret unto yourself.
Come to me and let my hands remake you,
Let them form your soul into a shape familiar.
We will burn the darkness from your skin,
We will tear the shadows from your hair.
Be light, my love. Open eyes so blue
That the ocean's waters shiver, flowing cold with grief
At having glimpsed your beauty.
Be light, my love, golden and radiant,
A travelling star, a heated touch, your face
Flush against my skin.
What warmth can we derive when words on paper turn to dust
And my tongue tastes love like ash?
I know you to be something bright and shining--
Above the knitted clouds lies a ferocity of light.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]These woven cords,
Holding me down,
Against the rough wood,
And against my will.

These beautiful thorns,
Pressing me in,
Against the sharp points,
And through my forehead.

These screaming crowds,
Pressing me up,
Against the carved grain,
And through my back.

Hero.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]maggotula rose[/b]
would i were a maggot
where could i be so dry
sucking sweet divine.

would i were a maggot
turning hereto to a fly
with wings of gild of gold of age
being most sucking sweet divine.

perfunctory?that sad sigh
most enduring, livid creature
wherefore do you ride?

wherefore i think i knew
but lost as innocence hast cocooned
alas a hush?alas a mush?
onward horse thou must.

neigh and weary
quite blearied
quaint and dreary
perfunctory?that sad sigh.
still i ask day and out?
wherefore dost thou ride?

upon a steed
most astute aseiged
from whence we grace?and whence we race
the horse of no face
and hereupon?graced and songed
perfunctory dost ride.

would i might?
would i say?
wherefore dost thou ride tonight?

would i were a maggot?
sick and vile.
most wonted?most futile.

would i were a maggot
there must i say
the rawness would feign.
and there i would be
sucking sweet divine.
changing into
a fly.

where here i am
and here i be?
human being,
when in my heart
the strokes the art
i feel i am i feel i see
all i ever
will be.

would i were a maggot?
whence i already am.

so sad melancholy feast
till full be the beast
whereto my heart?
whereto beats.

so sad melancholy feast
whereto decay
till full be the beast.
whereto my heart?
whereto beats.

so sad melancholy feast
where here i am
and here i be?
human being,
when in my heart
the strokes the art
i feel i am i feel i see
all i ever
will be.

[b]brother thou brother thee[/b]
i cannot listen
to euphony
for it is late
and my brother?he hears me.

for here i shall
and here i be
but without
the glee.

in the music
mountains whirl
as clouds wrestle
among the trees.
and i cannot listen
to euphony.

my ears are quiet
silence seeth.
shall i ever
hear the leaves.

for here i shall
and here i be
but without
the glee.

in the music
brushes paint
and as i feel
i feel daint.

for here i shall
and here i be
alas! but without
the glee.

[b]hitten[/b]
hiten up
hitten down
hitten round
hitten there
hitten loud

hitters hustle
hitters hound
hitters hear
harsh resound.

hitten under
hitten down
hittten upwards
hitten round

speaking easy
speaking sound
never stopping
being round.

hitters here
never proud
has here held
silence found
has here hounded
yelpers down.

hitters here
hitters hair
hitters horde
hitters stare.

beaten bruisen
hitters fare.
beaten bruisen
known there.

hitters here
shall i bruise you
till you're brown

hitters bruisen
like you do now

shall i hammer you
till you're ground.

hitters graven
buried loud.

shall i eat you
till you're bound.

hitters hunger
handled down
and shall you be back
to come around.

we are all hitten
and we are all down.
when we are up
we are down.

here say heathens
here say hounds
harking harking
the reverber resound.

silence on a grave
on a skeleton in the ground
buried most deeply
heart full of sound.

by he here hitten
by death down.

[Dagger]

Angels we have heard on high, laughing softly through the night.
What ghostly sweetness lingers here is honey
dripped to needy lips and dried, a film that clings long after
tangled limbs entwine.
Halves of halves. Heated remnants together lock complete
the fated puzzle.
Minutes pass in silence as the sweat trails from your temple to your chin.
There my tongue tastes dampened skin and salt,
there our rage grows manifest,
the descending Word at last becoming flesh.

[outlawstar69]

Go away, you whose assaults have driven me here!
Stay back your hand! ?
That which is stained with blood anew.
Your affront with my beloved
Shall cease now!
For I have come, rushing
To the side of my angel
Nearly felled, by you!
I shall bear the brunt of your attacks,
Take it, blow by blow
Counter it, thrust and parry
All for the one most precious to me.

Fie! You black hearted fiend
As I halt your violence
Ere you hurt another.
Be gone! I cast you off
To your dark and hellacious corner
Where you shall cower
Lest you cross into my sight again
Ergo I punish you with a vengeance!

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For those who post more regularly here, I would like to say that I'm amazed that you can post frequently here with good poetry. I will continue to post, but not so often. Inspiration hits me not too often, and I don't want to force anything. Kudos to you all.