Writing Nomad's Poem Thread

[Nomad]

ok here is my new thread for my poems...... instead of me posting many threads.

Expectations


What do you expect from me?
You inadvertently taught me,
showed me,
let me know what to do.

Take a little,
roll,
lick,
light,
good time.

Good time.
That's what I thought.
Now you're dying,
crying,
wishing that you hadn't.

Now it's my turn,
but I make the same choices as you did.
Take some,
roll,
lick,
light,
good time.

Now you're gone,
I'm 22,
I'm going through what you went through,
pain,
misery.

What do I have left?
Mom,
Brother,
Friend.
But what can I do about my situation.

The doctor says it's to late,
too late,
damn.
Say goodbyes,
then drift away as my father had.



About a boy who grew up watching his dad do drugs. After he died the boy kept doing drugs, but now he's going threw the exact same thing his dad went through, until he finally dies. Leaving a Mother and a Brother behind.



Not my best one but hey I tried.

[Mr. Maul]

Wow. That's deep.

[Nomad]

... for today. I'm bored so I'll try and make another poem on here. Most likely won't make much since though.



Untitled



Why did you leave me?
We were perfect together,
great,
amazing,
happy.

Apparently not happy,
great,
amazing,
perfect.

Do you know how much pain I'm feeling,
immense,
great,
unbelievable.

I don't know what I'll do without you.
Get along by myself,
depression,
sorrow,
then death.

Death.
Death, what a sweet solution,
simple,
easy,
a little messy.

Death can solve everything for me,
us.
If I go you might feel the pain I felt for you,
the misery,
sorrow.

Now the job is,
how.
How to make it quick and painless,
jumping,
sliting,
poisoning,
or hanging.
Let me contemplate for a moment.

What am I saying?
What was I going to do,
would she even care,
would she know?

I don't know,
wait, now I know,
I will call here to my house,
when she arrives she finds me,
hung,
wrists slit,
poisoned,
and dead.

Will the reaper bring me justice,
or injustice,
happiness,
or sadness.

All I know is I can't stay for long,
I have to go now.
Go where? you ask,
home.


END

[Phantom]

Those two peoms are yes quite 'deep'... I WAS wondering if you are into deep deppressive poems, ones which cause those to contemplate on what you are thinking, giving such descriptive detail of the situation that you can feel like your being there?

I see yours are puzzling, they send the message and ususaly one must train their eye somewhat to catch the full meaning... i dont know. i may just be dumb :shifty:

[Nomad]

I'm into those kind of poems about death sadness etc. So no one thinks I'm suicidal (the second poem), I'm not that's just something I was thinking about at the time. most of those emotions expressed in my poems are emotions I feel constantly about certain subjects.

I'm into stuff like Edgar Allen Poe

[Nomad]

I've sent my poetry in to otaku poetry. Hope to see it up there.



[URL]http://otakupoetry.com[/URL]

[Nomad]

The Otaku boards



Otaku boards,
lemme think.
Exciting,
addicting,
fun.

When I'm down and out,
when I'm bummed,
depressed,
whatever,
I can count on the Boards.

Mods keep things runnin' smoothe,
easy,
un-offensive (as much as they can),
fun.

Mods can seem like best friends,
unless,
unless you've broken more than your share of rules.

Banned?
Too bad,
told you to be good,
didn't listen did ya?

Depressed,
sad,
or just board?
Otaku boards will brighten your day.

Here's people to watch for (good things of course),
Baby Girl,
Cloud,
Crazy White Boy (CWB),
Justin,
Nerdsy,
PiroMunkie,
ShyGuy,
Transtic Nerve.

[Nomad]

Blame



What did I do this time?
Steal,
break,
hurt,
insult,
What?

Kill,
now who told you that?
Jimmie?
Aw, Jim likes to play around like that,
he probably made up that story so he can get back at me.
For what?
oh, nothing....

Maybe I can find out why he said that,
that lie,
da story.
I can straighten him out.

I doubt you'll be hearing anythi...,
anymore lies.
Oh Jim,
where art thou?
Meet my friend A K,
like his full metal jacket?
Say goodnight Jim....

[Nomad]

Depression's Result



I sit here thinking,
thinking what could I have done,
done to help you sort things out before,
something happens.

I should have seen it,
the dazed look,
the solitary actions,
isolated activities,
and your attitude towards anything/everything.

I didn't realize anything,
until it was to late,
too late for your life,
too late for your family,
too late for your friends.

I sit here and watch as your loved ones weep,
watch their sorrow grow stronger,
stronger with everyday that passes by without you.

What caused you to feel that way,
caused you to feel dejected,
caused you to be like that?

I don't think I'll ever know,
don't think I need to know,
best leave it alone,
say goodbyes,
then try and move on.

[Nomad]

Untitled


Hello,
What are you going to do today,
How about follow,
and wish your dreams away.

No Dreams you tell me,
how about nitemares,
with one who causes agony,
or with one who dares.

Dares what you ask,
dares to disgrace,
disgrace you and your "great task",
does he take it and throw it in your face?

Now you are mad at me,
mad that I brang up that "unfortunate incident",
What are you going to do, flee,
or hurt me by some mistaken accident?

What are you doing,
what's that you have there a racket,
you are running,
running towards me with a full metal jacket?




I have NO idea what that was about, I don't like to rhyme, but hey I tried.

[Loki]

hmm those are pretty good i use to be into those kinds hell i still am but not as much ill try and post one of mine up here in awhile. im not new to the boards im just new to this name. ppl wont remember me prolly.

[Loki]

Heres my poem. what do you think

Leaving Home



Keep on walking
Closer and closer
Turn the knob
Open the door
Take a step
Walk down the path
Open your door
To the car
Get in, strap up
Turn on the engine
Drive off in
The darken sky

Your leaving home
Now you?re alone
Off on your own
Yes your leaving home
Don?t look back
To a darken past
Torn friendships
Of long ago
Your leaving home
Now your alone
Off on your own
Yes your leaving home

Your seventeen
With no friends
Dropped out of school
To get a job
It didn?t work
You hate your boss
Work for cheap
And started drinking
Now your angry
At the world
So you packed your bags
And took of running
Doing some drugs
Always stoned
Your not who
You wanted to be

Your leaving home
Now you?re alone
Off on your own
Yes your leaving home
Don?t look back
To a darken past
Torn friendships
Of long ago
Your leaving home
Now your alone
Off on your own
Yes your leaving home

[Nomad]

Hey man that poem was cool..... I had something else to say but I forgot.

Cool Man