Writing Mitch's Poetry

[vegeta rocker]

wow i just love how the imagery just kind of floats in my mind as i read them.

[Mitch]

[size=1]Wow, last night I really wrote a poem to outdo myself, well at least I think I outdid myself...anyways, prepare to have a feeling of senses overload...[/size]

[color=red]The Dark Side
[i]A scream gaped into a mirror
horror renching into inaudible blurrs
dark encompassing shouts of indrid distrust
a dry desert of apathy blown away in the dust
shedding skins of shuddering create
dieing promises decomposed of untimely faith
drowned emotions wettend with overpowering hate
a tsunami of mixed and blended emotions decaying in a deep grave
secret gaps of shuddering, torn enslaves
blood soaking into a second inbred skin
shuffled cards all pooled into one brim
sin so deep and grim of spoiled fruits
beaten lies forced so suddenly shoved in a hat
a slow growing shamed and bittered sour root of unseen torture
a curled paper pushed tightly inside my mind
an unceasing repercussion of insanity soaked into a damp towel
wounds infected hopelessly tearing inside molding with missuse
embedded fears shocked in a buttered shell of displace
my soul traumatizing abnormally in its very lace
torture so deeply netted, vesseled all around my mortal form
all these feelings conflict inside of me
deep inside my imperfect substance
a substance of abuse and continuos reuse
I've dug out the dark side of my being
my deepest enemy[/i][/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1]hmm....my first to poems with [b][i]stanzas[/b][/i] although not my greatest poems they are alright....[/size]

[color=red]
For Once
[i]For once I feel content with happiness
no longer a jolting earthquake of unlevel ground
I'm up instead of being down

For once I've thrown out everything and let it pile around
I've left that pile there safe and sound
I'm not spinning around

For once my mind seems clear of mixed emotions
no longer an ocean of insecure retorts
I'm finally finding my true port[/i][/color]

[size=1]Not very good, but my next one's better....[/size]

[color=red]
Mind Sword
[i] The sword slashed him without need
it wrought his malice on his knees
creating pain where no need was to bear
puncturing his skin leaving it in tear

the sword wrought within his mind
slashing wounds so deep to thine
that thy suddenly fell from bliss
living deep in crime for thy ignorance

The sword can only injure thee
not able to do anything else, you see
I've only taken thine forth
for yet thy time to die is yet to come, thus thee leave in pack for export[/i][/color]

Comments?

[Mitch]

[color=red][i]Droplets
A droplet of water falls off my face
falling onto the floor
doing nothing more than leave a splash
this is the way I feel at times
hopeless and misunderstood
leaving little impact upon my highs
the floor seems to be very dry
and as more droplets accumulate
they only quickly dissipate
becoming but a trail of dust
a smoten valley of metallic rust
obstructing me of what I've truly done
my only choice is to run
escape myself in a shadowy smoke of confusion
and a steady act of dispersion
I'm cheating myself from my own spoils
taking the easiest route
If only I could realize
see the things I've done
understand what I've become
loosen myself up some
but all I can see is the water evaporate
In my rushing escape[/color][/i]

[size=1]yesterday I had writers block, but I've told myself I [b]have[/b] to get a poem out, at least one. So this one isn't very good.... [/size]

Comments?

[Boo]

I like it anyways! Ive started doing comedy poems :D I coudlnt write more dark ones ;)

AW: good job

[Mitch]

[size=1]This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Not my best but it's ok.[/size]

[color=red][i]Memories
My memories
they float away
scatter about
like individual shards of glass
torn and shattered
never to be whole
they float away
never to be seen again
lost forever
they leave my train of thought
not needed any longer
they float away
giving me a half smile gaze
looking back at me
becoming farther away
I see all those shards
seeing each singular memory
remembering all those things from the past
and wanting never to look on those different shards
they float away
and I turn my back
realizing they mean nothing
loosing my grasp on them
they slip away from my heavy hold
they scatter away
a lost memento of my life
torn and ripped images of me
scattered about for all to see[/i][/color]

[Phantom]

Title? i like the peom and it IS very good thank you... hehe.... i really like it but i sure hope its not a personal reflection of an experiance... :(

[Mitch]

[color=red] I thought this thread was gone...but hey, here it is...so here's another poem...

[b][i]PrePowerCowardice[/b]
Prejudice does exist
a human nature that's become a practical power
a thing people use as an imaginary tower
discrimination is still within our skins
simmering in a tightly rimmed pot that is our society
a tattooed enigma upon our sin
ridicule still hammers about
as people try to stand as tall is stout
unfairness still scouts around
a sailor in constant travel
racism still stands abound
ununiting pigmentations of alterations of the same being
power is a contradiction
a will-bending prerogative of constant distruption
handicapping those who would make the difference
forced to conform in a vetoed crush of individuality
as their initiative to stand out
is snapped into unbeatific dreams
this it seems
is how society truly still is
a stumbling enemy of its own base
an anarchy within a democracy
rotten within composed
a door halfway closed
power will always corrupt
while keep all held into one whole
truth is truth
and lie is lie
even within prejudice eyes[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Oh god, I like that a lot. Incredibly expressive, and amazingly, ironically apt.[/font][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1]Wrote this one yesterday, enjoy....[/size]

[i][b]Linkience[/b]
When a coldness blows down into you an unstarted flame
I feel it affecting me inside
and as I see your mood become a cantankerous affliction
that sore spreads into me
like butter spread thin upon a malignant pestilence
and as I see that instilled pestilence
become but only a translucent spread
I feel you slip even farther into nothingness
This I feel reacting within my deepest core
as you approach me
and you implore
upon me yet even more contradiction within your escaping panels
I feel it
even though you may not feel me feeling it
I am
and I'm living your ruinous instability
to the deepest blackness that it can be
as you fall to a crawl
begin to lose it all
I'm there even then
falling unto it all
living into an uninitiated hypocrisy falling upon me
as I watch you take me upon
the crashes of your life
yet through all this pain
and endless ungain
I'm glad to still be beside
as we go on this mentality ride
and doubt I never felt
that I locked into key
because truly all I want to see
is us stand where be [/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[color=red][i]
[b]Livie [/b]
Living a lie
is like being boxed inside
insecurity becomes a partner
paranoia raptures upon you a
lineared line of step
a lie is living
watching as it all passes on by
strangling inside
seeing all the world crash into a pool of a hole
falling into that fall
as you waste it all
time is living
breathing in and out seconds of appointed pass
seeing the hand of the clock immune to itself
watching as you grow to rot
as the hypocrisy of the clock just stares you on by
and as you live a lie
it eats upon time
causing it to become a slow blur
watching as time turns into minutes becoming hours
years becoming decades
decades becoming infinity
infinity becoming beginning
it all flows in a straightened pattern
disengaging your will to accept
that you're living a lie
and insanity then becomes your time
holding you upon the ground
as time gets away with impunity
watching as your life ages and
grows moldy with that instilled insanity
growing into a tangle of webs
that grow deep from your mind
that's the sacrifice of living a lie
watching as time becomes
no longer an understanding
but a lie within every view
of stare from your cries
as you become but a secluded friend of time
watching as it eats upon you from the inside[/color][/i]

[Guest vegeta_lover]

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!

that is the only way to descrbe these poems.
they are so completly awsome.how old are you?
i am 13.





Buckle up boys and girls because here comes trouble.:demon:

[Makai Kite]

I have a poem to share with everyone. Could you guys give me some C&C and tell me why you did or did not like my poem? Thanks! To show my appreciation, I will give everyone who helps me Kaiba plushies! How's that for incentive?

Love
What is love? Love is a bond between two people.
What is life without love? Life is a horrible nightmare.
Why does love treat me so badly? Love has not come to find me yet.
Love is a beautiful thing to behold.
But when that love is gone...
Nothing matters anymore.

The body is just an empty shell, waiting to die in a world
That binds you to your bed with the chains known only as
Meaningless existence.
Without love, life has no meaning.
You simply sit at home, waiting for the end to come,
Which is a true privilege for those who cannot experience love, the robots of this world.

Love is waiting for most if Destiny has dealt them a good hand of cards.
But most are not this fortunate. Most have meaningless lives and are banished to oblivion early on
Because of a simple thing called Destiny.

[Mitch]

[color=red][i][b]Fall[/b]
The wind whispers a slight mumur of unquiet remorse
leaves blow by pushed by the murmur of the wind
falling back and up contradicted by the slight murmur
clouds edge the sky piercing the blue exterior
graying the slow moving world below
plants wither in a starting rest
tress become naked of leaves
grimly standing, staring into the cloudy gray sky
hills encompass around
fading of green and boldness
insects slowly become but a whimper
a lake stands clear about, glimmering
a rippled sight of coldness
tight nips edge the air
in a slight taste of breath
all seems wilted in a beatiful organic splendor
as the hotness leaves in a yeilding shuffle[/color][/i]

[Genkai]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AnimeLover [/i]
[B]I wrote 4 poems last night.

[/B][/QUOTE]


4??? IN ONE NIGHT??? wow........that's.....wow..

it takes me days to right ONE if it really means something to me. O_o


anyway, i like some, i dont like some... i dont like the "judgemental" one at all... i not sure why. it seems like you did it pretty fast. i dunno.

[Mitch]

[color=red][i][b]FoChanor[/b]
I felt my feet touch the floor
as I stepped into a stop between the door
long I stood examining
a room of short space
a room so very small
that upon the tip of my tongue
I could taste the unroominess
and inside that room
was but a tiny chair
it was a worn excuse of a chair
but a chair it was
and as my eyes flew away from that chair
I began to see the room as a whole
the floor was a dirty dirt of soot
that was a black of blacks
the walls were a crackled masterpiece of ancient tatter
and as I stood unwillingly peering about my legs slowly began walking
a sly walk of curiosity thirsting
the dirt flung up in a dusty flight
as my feet touched the floor
and as I neared that ancient chair
a crash I heard behind
quickly then I turned around
finding that door to be closed
alas the room was still in light
for at the far edge of the room
stood a flimsy light
a lamp creating a mellow, restricted light
and as I regained my moments lapse
as I turned around I said:
"Just the wind."
I restarted my slow walk of thirst
nearing upon the worn chair
slowly I sat into the seat
making nervous glances about the room
and in that sudden instant
the room expanded into a huge labyrinth
quizzically I glanced around
surprise upon my face in a bland splendor
standing up I perceived a darkly lit hall
and walked into that ghostly entrance
peering about in a mysterious delight
I padded about in my curious flight
and whence I came to the end of the hall
I came to yet another doorway
standing between the door
I did peer into another room once more
and this one did seem the same as the last
small and enclosed
with yet another chair within the center
and as I glanced
upon that chair
I saw that it was no longer a worn out chair
but it looked of a newly furnished chair
and thus I began a hypnotic walk
as again the door behind me shut in a loud clang
but still did I walk
drawn unto that chair like a strongly placed magnet
thus I sat into that welcoming chair
and as suddenly as I there sat
the room yet did change whence again
and as everything rippled about in a watery puddle
suddenly I was no longer in a room
but I was upon a very high hill
a hill so high that as I peered down
all I saw was a great slope of meandering green
yet still I sat upon that comfy chair
for many a time
not wanting to leave the wonderful security which it brought
but as it became dark a coldness began to surround me
an evil air of scattery stare
and that chair no longer seemed secure
so I gathered my wit
and sat up in no longer a sit
slowly I scaled that unending hill
torture it was for my whole body to ill
but still through I made it
by some way of chance
and as I neared the end
dawn reared his starting glance
sweating abound, I stopped for a quick stance
and viewed that beautiful fireball
there sparkling within the heavenly blue sky
thus I ended my long ill trodden journey
and as I stoop upon leveled ground
I turned toward that hope holding light and spoke:
"I hath made my journey."
and thus I turned around
and set my feet upon the so hard ground
as I stepped into a stop between another door[/i]

[size=1]I posted this in today's poem, but decided to post it here as well. If you do not understand it, just read it again and make your mind think of everthing as a metaphor. And if you still don't understand it, just ask me what it means and I will tell.[/size]

[i][b]Forest Trodden[/b]
The woods are large and deep
a long travel for one to keep
but I,
I took the woods for a ride
looked around deep inside
the most malevolent hides
and I,
I stepped the path locked deep
saw many trees forever ke[t
and upon my horse I did ease
as I approached a tall, meandering tree
a beauty it truly stood to be
and I,
I took that tree for mine
chopped it down branch for branch, vine for vine
from it I saw the hope of luminous shine
and from that have I built
my path from those wood which I guilt[/i][/color]

[Corey]

I said I would read some of your pieces and I believe a good place to start is FoChanor.
A very good poem. I especially like the different doors. Doors have always held a certain facination for me.
Perhaps are you talking of different relationships with significant others?

[Mitch]

[color=red] Heh, you can take it that way if you'd like. Actually, I was going on the doors throughout life, and the hill would be a challenging aspect taken from one of the doors...but you can take it to mean what you want.[/color]

[Genkai]

ah, i didnt notice the forest rodden one.. that's one of my faves of yours.. i love it, and the rythm s awesome

[LoneStar]

:naughty: Hey Mitch I posted my story now give me Parasite Eve, ok. Read it and tell me what you think. it's titled MegamanX's Adventure.

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] This is a mini-sonnet that we had to write for english. A sonnet is a fourteen line poem written with very strict rules. We shortend it to a six line one, with the rhyme scheme of ababcc, and it had to follow the iambic pantameter, which means it had to have 5 iambs (2 syllables) or 10 syllables:[/size]

[i][b][u]Burdenful Siding[/b][/u]
I saw the glare within your teary eyes
the look of ill led guilt which lies buried
a fruitful dine of with which makes thee blind
the holding of that you have ever carried
and to lay hidden behind that burden
is to be the one whom thy vain molden[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[i][color=red][b][u]Behelden Beauty[/b][/u]
If beauty is to be beheld
how is one to behold?
is it grasped tightly and frantically
until nothing is to behold
except the true portrayal of the facade?

If beauty is to be beheld
how is one to behold?
is it grasped intuitionally within?
even is there a second time to doubt
except that first visionary view?

Because if beauty is to be beheld
and one is to firmly behold it
as one does faith
is not beauty a
formality of acrimonious glean put to outbuilding abuse?

[b][u]Uncertainly Certain[/b][/u]
I feel something inside of me
a whimper of self-doubt
a precontradiction of some eating intuition
and I wonder to myself
is it just an insecure turn to the left?
or is it
something so much more?
uncertainty is always certainty
yet still
I can't help but wonder
because wonder is uncertainty
and uncertain is what I can be called
decisions are only as hard as they look
but looks can be the most devishly deceiving
and if I am deceived
I am wrong
and to be wronged is to be certain
but to be righted is to be uncertain
in most predetermined choices
yet alas this time I am ferally standing to be unwrong
even if that does mean
taking it all for what it seems
because
really
this self doubt
is really eating inside
taking its godly good time
granted that to mollify it is
to faultingly blow the flame of uncertainty
nothing has been such a certainty than that
so here I still do stand accused
by my very own conscience
seemingly unable to find
the true fiend of able wrong
within my whispering echoes
of my own subliminal incrimination[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] I wrote a full sonnet yesterday. It wasn't an easy task, and I'm pretty happy with what I got:[/size]

[i][b][u]Knifed Heart[/b][/u]
Upon my eyes the moon does glow and bestow
this radiance which feel I do all around
the beauty I feel to the ground and so below
yet all the earth alas doth reply is surround

Even though this does the earth still embrace grant
as of god's eternal unend of surmise
so warmly the earth doth penance of scant
like a warmly father of long concise

And is not love of a like size of edge?
a glowing shine upon our steep mortal ties
but alas a knife forever placed upon pledge
that so gently is knifed doth swing of binds

And I see thy radiance of that heart
keeping love in knife of all wounded part[/i][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][size=1] Here's a happy poem for once ^^....I like this one because it flows nicely ^^:[/size]

[b][u][i]Clifay[/b][/u]
If life were but a pile of clay
nothing at the start
and something in the end
with what would you bend the clay?
would you stand by
and let the clay become?
or would you take your very hands
make it into a resemblance
in your long assemblance
make it into something
worthy of you
something with which
you could do
or would that clay
become distorted shape
an unsymmetrical pile to view
a craterous image of you?
because truly life is but a large
pile of malleable clay
able to flex and break in one notion
shaping into a face of unknown due
a conveyed reaction of
hand-made you[/i][/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred]Well done, Mitch. Personally, I like them all, but I love Clifay. There's way too many here for me to go through them all now and give proper reviews and Constructive Critism, seeing as my brain is on hold at this minute, but, once again they are great.[/color]