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

[RioLaskand]

Sometimes the wall stares back
Sometimes it swallows me whole
Sometimes I cannot speak to it
Sometimes it screams at my soul

Sometimes a hole shows my failures
Sometimes the whole is not there
Sometimes the wall is so solid
That sometimes I see myself bare

Sometimes I'm stripped of my person
Sometimes I cannot get by
Sometimes I wish for once chance
Sometimes nothing works when I try

Sometimes the wall is not there
and I sit, staring into this space
Sometimes my life is so distant
a faint whisper, like a faraway place

This distance I don't think I'll cover
Will someday catch up to me

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Love,
That which we have,
Is akin to suffering,
What we also have.

Pain,
That which we endure,
Is akin to loving,
What we feel all our lives.

Now,
That we know,
Is it worth it to love?
What is to say we will ever find happiness?

Somewhere,
Along the way to death,
There will be a time,
When we finally realize.

That to live is to die,
To live is to hurt,
To live is to know,
That to live is to love.[/color]

[Dagger]

I've been taught
that love fades neither with distance
nor with time.
Volumes have been written of its patience,
its kindness, the subtleties of a lover's tender touch,
and the mysteries which lie therein.
Why, then, do I feel my chest grow cold?
Why spout pre-scripted words
as though love is some kind of splendid play,
acted for the benefit of others?
Why draw back from what once
was sought with ardent eyes
and shameless smiles?
I don't want your hands, your laugh,
and your warmth sends shivers through my skin.
The greatest love springs forward into hate,
or perhaps an unspoken distaste.
I'm ice now, and I don't wish for
love to melt me.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]You were right,
Your memory is fading,
And my thoughts,
Have changed.

Instead of on,
Your entire being,
They have turned,
To something.

Something less painful,
That doesn't hurt,
When I try,
To remember.[/color]

[Dagger]

motion through the evening,
a swimmer afloat on
rocking waves.
this is how I come back
to the cradle,
tears unshed and silence
kept intact.
nothing shall be shattered,
only shifted to the shadows.
and fate may change
so secrets left unspoken
can be lost.

[Bio]

[size=1][font=tahoma]
Strain of bitter hatred
Unpurgable by human means
A cancer, a parasite
Suffering, torturous agony
Pathogen[/font][/size]

[Dagger]

I suppose it has to do with Sundays,
their weary afternoons and heavy sunlight.
Or perhaps my shoulders bow beneath
some other weight, a painful sloth
with other sins stirred in to make the load.
Why walk forward? I stand and wonder
where my feet will aim. It's not
as though I try to hide in silence,
to smother emotions cast in stone.
The apathy is effortless, after all's
been said and nothing ever done.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Insanity,
That's what it was,
An experience,
Unlike any other.

Remembering,
The way we were,
For years,
Quietly and cruely.

Biting,
At each other smiling,
But really,
To hear words.

Things,
I never really expected,
To hear,
From you three.

Amazement,
At the forgiveness,
I give,
So very freely.

Hatred,
None I posess,
Instead I,
Felt some peace.

Knowing,
It's square,
We're cool,
Things are looking up.[/color]

[Dagger]

[b]OB Haiku[/b]

For those of you who
are grammar-impaired, please learn
to post. Thanks again.

And if you don't know
how to have a debate, then
say nothing at all.

It's not that hard to
form coherent sentences.
First subject, then verb.

Capital letters
are good when deployed wisely.
Don't use "i" or "u."

Speaking of which, "boi"
is no shorter than "boy." I
really hate that song.

So, newcomers and
oldbies alike, write well, write
thoughtfully. Be smart.

[Sara]

[size=1]*laughs softly* That was very enjoyable, Dagger.

And this is more a question, than a poem, but...

A few years ago, a teacher of mine read us things, and one line I remember was, "Wonderful, wonderful, a thousand times wonderful." I've always really loved that, but I've lost what it was from. A rudimentary Google search didn't help me out, so I'm asking: Does anyone know what that's from? Is it part of a poem, or just a quote that stuck out?

...if it's not a poem, it [i]should[/i] be.[/size]

[RioLaskand]

I have not seen
the light of day
for so long
It hurts to say

I long for grass
and skies of gray
to keep the light
just tucked away

The dull gray shines
through many tears
and clear light shines
and there it wears
the warm and tilted ground

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Round this time,
I see you,
And you see me,
And we're cool.

Encouragement you give,
Kindness I return,
And that's so cherished,
Thank you friend.

For your words,
When all I,
Ever really wanted to,
Hear was this.

You are good,
Compassion you posess,
Humanitarian even if unwilling,
Go and be.[/color]

[Dagger]

Yet another poem from the lovely Mr. Frost.

[b]"Out, Out - "[/b]

[i]The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap--
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all--
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart--
He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off--
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then--the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little--less--nothing!--and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.[/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]If you had not heard this from me,
You would not know,
What power I posess,
And despise utterly.

I have done this before,
And by writing it now,
I will not do it again,
As long as I remember.

I will meet you,
And eventually I would come,
To join you in bed,
You will tell me everything.

And then,
With that knowledge,
I break your will to pieces.

Then again,
I don't even have to sleep with you,
To learn everything about you,
In reality it's far more simple.

All I have to do,
Is show some semblance of caring,
Or interest in you,
And then you'll be lost.[/COLOR]

[Haze]

I would assume that lyrics count as poems? In that case here are lyrics to "Televators" by The Mars Volta

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the area
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape
Has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]
?Round this time,
I see you,
And you see me,
And we're cool.

Encouragement you give,
Kindness I return,
And that's so cherished,
Thank you friend.

For your words,
When all I,
Ever really wanted to,
Hear was this.

?You are good,
Compassion you posess,
Humanitarian even if unwilling,
Go and be.?
[/COLOR]

[Dagger]

gravity snaps the chains.
so metal shatters
to its brittle end, twisted
by this weight and last release.
so moonlight pours
like liquid silver over skin
already fair. all is silent
and alabaster.
a fall becomes the ultimate simplicity
just arcing down
to meet its crimson end,
and a jump
is but the height
of what's to come.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Crying again,
Helpless on the floor,
Fallen on my knees,
Resting on the floor.

Only resting,
Wasn't what I did,
For I was screaming,
Keening in my grief.

And I,
Had slid from above,
To stay at her,
Feet and not breathe.

Only howl,
With inexplicably powerful sorrow,
So I gave voice,
To that which I.

Had tried to bury for so long.[/COLOR]

[RioLaskand]

There is no interest
only apathy
it sparks me no longer
the passion dug deep

I cannot bring it
back to the front
one at a time
I lose them all

The waves of emotion
and hours clicked away
mean nothing as my back
turns from the screen

Farewell to all
I have to go
my presence here
is shunned by myself

And so I leave
in all my glory
trampled beneath
the treads of my brain

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]What is life?
But a sick cycle,
That we all take part in,
Ridding around.

And around,
And around,
With no hope,
Of ever breaking free.

We're all carousel horses,
Painted with verneer,
No reference to what's,
Really lurking beneath.

And only some,
That question their existance,
Will ever come to realize,
That once upon a dawn.

They were something,
Something with power,
A wild mustang,
Crashing through the prarie.

Free to move,
Free to make mistakes,
Free to pick a path,
And run with it.[/color]

[RioLaskand]

Life can be quirky
but death is so strange
we know nothing about it
but it drives us insane

I can't feel my legs now
the claminess grabs
my body and life force
but I fear not the light

Why do we fear
the end to our woes
I can see no reflection
that stares back with life

We are all shells of ourselves
ripped apart by the pain
of each other's foul picking
finally driven inane

So let death come hither
and take me away
for I wish to go now
and go far today

[Raiha]

[color=royalbluel]Take my life,
In your hands,
With an ethric sight,
To shed an old sign.

And be replaced,
By something other,
Than the same old,
We've lived for so long in.

Now that we're,
Transcending the past,
We can fly above,
The confusion below.[/color]

[Dagger]

Five hundred meters can
feel like forever,
at least when every breath
must be your last.
Pulling on the weight of the machine,
bending its metal bones to your desire
and never letting go.
Even bloody hands are nothing to us.
Raw-scraped skin will not deter you
from your purpose.
Afterwards we call it
a subtle form of masochism,
all this stubbornness and
panting, heaving pain.
Afterwards we cover the machine
and let victory vibrate through its
spinning wheel.

[RioLaskand]

A small piece of cloth
woven with a number
signifies all the pain
is worth it

All the grinding,
the harsh pushing
your body couldn't take it
but it pushed anyway

two hundred meters weaker
but one piece of dyed cloth richer
I stand broken
but victorious

The victor upon the broken bodies
of my own
and others before me
but it is worth it, for the masocism
yields a number, and a cloth

and that is worth it

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So,
We met for the first time,
And instantly,
Like a cool undercurrent.

We,
Pull each other in,
Without a backwards glance,
And only a forwards smile.

I,
So easily drawn,
To your very wounded side,
And will remain for now.

You,
Percieve so very much,
From a girl-child,
You barely even know.

Now,
That we're here,
We will someday meet,
Underneath the trees of the forest of the night.[/color]