Poems

[nightfairy]

thx, mp :)

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[mindphone]

Originally posted by nightfairy
(His nickname amongst our group is Satan)

i know something named satan =\

[Simon]

A sonnet.


*flourishes*






Idled passing time went by
When sudden stops unfaced the di
All dots and spots kept from peering
Out from over, under leering
Blurred like feathers falling, galling
And time winked out for she was stalling
She thought aloud and thought instead
I think I'll take this to my bed
There is no chance on which I'll play
Tomorrow is another day

[wendy]

Simon its good to see you here, your poems are always cool. I like this one, though its meaning is not clear to me.

NF that one about secrets was beautiful, it took me away to another world or something.

[LaughingTurtle]

Sailing adrift on a sea of shadows,
Surrounded by the shifting shades of yore.
Silent screams echo into the night,
Seeking the sweet kiss of oblivions bliss.
Succeeding in naught but sorrow,
Sadness sweeps throughout the land.
Still the lost souls strive onward,
Someday a savior shall arrive.

[Simon]

Wendy ... it's about time and how it gambles on what it does. How we gamble on time and how it's all irrelevant anyhow. The picture I see in my mind is of some lady passing a gaming table, stopping to think about it, and moving on cause she can always gamble tomorrow .. there's something deeper in it too. Time doesn't give a rat's ass about us at all, so we have to throw our own dice. Time doesn't care what numbers come up, the dice might as well be blank. I rant. End rant. Nice to be here, am writing more poetry these days. I think there should be a collection of the best put together and set up on the poetry page with the other permanent fiztures.

[nightfairy]

Wow, Simon that's soooo awesome cause I totally thought your poem meant what you said it meant! :) Groovy! Yeah, you should definately post here more ;)

[Simon]

nice one NF *Grin* .. I will when I have em. Some day I'll be a real live poet :D just like yourself :)

[Elin]

Here's a somewhat schizophrenic feel-sorry-for-myself-poem I wrote to calm myself when I couldn't sleep last night...


Be easy, daughter
The fever will break
the sickness will pass
Let the tension run
from your tossing
turning
sleepless body
Hush and sleep, baby

Oh, be easy, sister
this will also pass
do not mire yourself
in ifs and whens and buts
the world may spin
but you are the eye of the storm
so be still and rest
Go to the place
where we are not separate
you and I
Sleep and be easy, child.

[wendy]

wow that is excellent Elin. You captured the feeling so well! I couldn't sleep last night either :(

[WFFS]

Little me around big people
Being put down yet still looking up
The clouds look so nice
Need to be up there
Stuck here on the ground

But growing slowly but surely
Hanging onto a loved one
They will be the means of being one of them
Slowly but surely
Put down less

Respected more
Growing in confidence and stature
The need to be accepted
The need to be normal
Normal is the clouds where all the beautiful people are

Practically there
On the shoulders of a loved one
Can now walk among the clouds
Confidence is there to do anything
Try anything

And it is gone
Cruelly abandoned by a loved one
Falling back to where the start is
Pain while falling
Pain on the ground

Trust in a loved one can never be restored
Faith in self can never be repaired
Destined to walk alone down here
No longer looking up
But still being put down

[nightfairy]

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[mindphone]

wow, that summed up my life quite well.

sleep on dream on

[WFFS]

Glad to see the poetry board is getting some use out of it.

About time people were more creative in general. I guess that in this day and age people are too bogged down in work and so only go for simple things to relax, and don't exercise their greatest gift - their mind.

[wendy]

I dunno, I get the feeling you have to wait more on your mind to excercise you...


I wrote this to the tune of "Wicked Little Town" by Stephen Trask from the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack. Found it dragged my muse right out of hiding!


New World War?

The trees, they whisper and they sigh
shadowed leaves and boughs
beneath a darkening sky

I can hear the secrets that they tell
of when this land joined hands with hell
when mankind rose and fell
through truth's great divide
and though fifty years have gone and passed
it seems the truth is always masked
and even trees must ask
in silent mourning, why?

The midnight moon begins to rise
pale and unkind its face
observer of old lies

it's a lonely living and a guess
to find a meaning in this mess
to test the greatest test
of strong, courageous heart
cos the small and large are all combined
as wheeling nations clash and bind
as children run and climb
in your small backyard

The morning sun is bright and high
beware the dare and stare
stay down now, run and hide

and if I should find what I desire
the burning passions of life's fire
the love that I require
it wouldn't mean a thing
because I closed my eyes to this
for ignorance is surely bliss
and safe a sweeter kiss
than fights you cannot win

and no one can win
and no one can win

[epiph]

i really like that, wendy. nice rhythm. and elin, that poem was so rockin.

i'm going to post something...but beware, i use the word "penis," and it's some what graphic. i was experimenting with stretching my boundaries because penis is a word that scares me...i really dislike it. but personally, i think the shock of it adds to the piece. i'd really appreciate constructive criticism because i'm starting to move towards getting some pieces ready for publication.

Big Bear

Like a voyeur, he has watched me
over the years.
Lying upside down
At the foot of my bed,
he was the first to watch me touch myself
as I experimented with manipulated pleasure,
and the feel of that soft skin.
He was the first to be held to my naked breasts,
when they were new and budding.
His was the first body hair I touched,
softer than any since.
He has watched me,
countless times,
in different arms,
with different penises,
covered in different sweats,
whispering, panting, screaming.
Did they think of all the things he would see
when they gave him to me when I was three?

[LaughingTurtle]

Not really a poem, so sue me.


Life is many things, easy is not one of them.
No sure fire things or money back guarantees.
No such thing as a free lunch or free love.
It isn't fair, it doesn't care, so deal with it.
Some say it's short but they're mistaken,
It's the longest thing you'll experience.
So stop whining, get off your lazy ass,
Grab life by the balls and make something of yourself.

[WFFS]

No, thats a poem, and a very nice one too :)

[wendy]

hmm LT that's very appropriate to the lazy mood I'm in today. *attempts to grab life by the balls... misses and goes to sleep*
:)

Epiph thats a pretty trippy poem! Neato twist at the end :)

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Originally posted by epiph
Big Bear
Rarely do I venture here and I don't recall every replying to anything. But it needs to be said that I think you've managed to remove any last desire I've ever had to have kids.

heh

-Malcor "Overprotective" Sylverwood

[epiph]

hehehe...er...i mean...muahahahaha

[WFFS]

Woe is me
The poetry
Thread is now
Very slow
Please write more
Quick before
This great thread
Drops down dead.

Thankyou.

[wendy]

once I asked an angel how his life had come to be
a sorrow passed across his eyes, a grief he let me see
he answered "I will tell you but be warned about this tale
it's not a happy story for I am an earth angel

have you heard of she", he asked, "with silken long brown hair?
who offered out her body? for coin and other ware?
she wore the colour scarlett and her dance was wild and free
a passion in her eyes was writ, the lady magdalene

and like the others of her kind she was often cruelly shunned
but still they knocked upon her door when the sun no longer shone
she found a gift of mercy once in eyes that held no scorn
and that was all it took for her, faith in this man was born

the daughter of the stricken world deserted all its ways
instead she listened to his word and knew the joy of days
and she grew to love him so, as all did by his side
his kindness and his courage, his humanity inside

but joy is not forever, not in any life I know
there came a time when he she loved was dealt fate's final blow
she looked up at his body fiercely hammered to a cross
the bright and fearless woman looked up at her greatest loss

her face was taut with anguish, her lips parted in grief
and tears born of agony fell down from her cheeks
they touched the ground so gently and there mingled with the earth
where his blood had mingled too, and thus beget my birth

so you see that I was born, from blood of sacrifice
from tears of love and fertile soil came the angels of the earth"



I am reading this book called "Kushiel's Dart" and it has this idea in the book so I thought I'd write a poem about it :umm:

[Tatum]

Wow, that was VERY good Wendy! You based it on the theory that Jesus and Mary Magdalene may have had a romantic relationship, yes? At least I think that's the theory in Kushiels Dart. I've heard of it, but never read.

[WFFS]

That was brilliant, wendy :)

Its the best poem I have seen all year.......
Maybe longer!

I haven't read that book yet. Who's the author?

[wendy]

thanks you guys :blush: the book is by Jaqueline Carey, it's fairly good, worth a read if you come across it. It doesn't really mention the romance aspect, but it puts the idea in your head, yes.

As an interesting side note, the gnostic gospels (those excluded form the bible, but recognised by many still as primary documents about jesus life) quite blatantly suggest that Mary Magdalene was jesus' lover. They mention them kissing often and Mary being the favourite companion of jesus and that he loved her above all others. Funnily enough there is also evidence from the legend of The Holy Grail. The myth goes that Mary Magdalene bought the Holy Grail with her to the coast of France while fleeing the Romans after Jesus death. And there it is lost to the annals of history. However in the region she came to, the words for holy grail are "San graal". But in the same dialect the words "Sang raal" mean royal blood. So it's possible that the meaning was skewed by mistranslation, and that Mary carried with her not the "holy grail" but the "royal blood". If indeed she carried the royal blood, that could be interpreted as a child of a union with jesus.

heh anyway I choose to reserve opinion on these matters, but I find them intriguing myths that we will never know the answer to I guess :)

[mindphone]

Originally posted by wendy
As an interesting side note, the gnostic gospels (those excluded form the bible, but recognised by many still as primary documents about jesus life) quite blatantly suggest that Mary Magdalene was jesus' lover. They mention them kissing often and Mary being the favourite companion of jesus and that he loved her above all others. Funnily enough there is also evidence from the legend of The Holy Grail. The myth goes that Mary Magdalene bought the Holy Grail with her to the coast of France while fleeing the Romans after Jesus death. And there it is lost to the annals of history. However in the region she came to, the words for holy grail are "San graal". But in the same dialect the words "Sang raal" mean royal blood. So it's possible that the meaning was skewed by mistranslation, and that Mary carried with her not the "holy grail" but the "royal blood". If indeed she carried the royal blood, that could be interpreted as a child of a union with jesus.


they still have a day to celebrate the arrival of mary magdalene in some french city, offhand i cant remember exactly which one.
i've read a couple books on the holy grail and it is a quite fascinating subject. the prevailing beleif amongst authors of these types of works these days is that the bloodline of christ still exists today and was in members of the british royal family as well as other ones. there is also a whole bit about the knight's templars (who are basically now the masons) being tied in to the protection of the legacy, and some interesting bits about james, brother of jesus and his role in the whole situation........some of the books are very far out and get kind of hokey, but some, such as the holy blood and the holy grail by michael baigent and genesis of the grail kings by laurence gardner are extremely well-researched and documented. anyhow, not being religious in the least i still find the subject fascinating and i do think that there are too many connections being uncovered recently to totally discount that something was going on.
i do suggest the subject to anybody though. when i first read the the holy blood and the holy grail i finished it in a day and a half of solid reading, thats how interesting i found the subject.

[wendy]

hehe I came across the grail theory in a computer game about 4 years ago and assumed it was fiction. But later thought to look it up and found it was all based in real texts. Some things are stranger than fiction I guess :)

Freemasons bother me. I've come to learn they have alot of power in this world through personal experience (as one side of my family are all masons). I doubt they have as much power as the conspiratorialists would have you believe, but they are dangerous discriminators, and most seriously of all they keep their discrimination hidden. Secret societies are disgusting to me, nothing more than an excuse for elitists to further their own gains via insidious means. What is dangerous about the masons is that not only does it work to uphold the livlihood of those of its kind (which I can accept), it internally works to destroy and hold down the lives of those who don't fit in with it's vision, at least in my experience. Also I know there are plenty of cool masons out there who do have integrity and are not a part of that, probably the vast majority, but I also know first hand there are those who abuse their power terribly. I don't want to offend anybody, but why any person would want to be part of an organisation that keeps its true purpose secret to the vast majority of its members (as admitted by the highest members of the order) is just beyond me.

soul "paranoid" stealer

ps sorry to turn this into a rant em.. :) ye all may return to poetrizing!

[mindphone]

Originally posted by wendy
hehe I came across the grail theory in a computer game about 4 years ago and assumed it was fiction. But later thought to look it up and found it was all based in real texts. Some things are stranger than fiction I guess :)

Freemasons bother me. I've come to learn they have alot of power in this world through personal experience (as one side of my family are all masons). I doubt they have as much power as the conspiratorialists would have you believe, but they are dangerous discriminators, and most seriously of all they keep their discrimination hidden. Secret societies are disgusting to me, nothing more than an excuse for elitists to further their own gains via insidious means. What is dangerous about the masons is that not only does it work to uphold the livlihood of those of its kind (which I can accept), it internally works to destroy and hold down the lives of those who don't fit in with it's vision, at least in my experience. Also I know there are plenty of cool masons out there who do have integrity and are not a part of that, probably the vast majority, but I also know first hand there are those who abuse their power terribly. I don't want to offend anybody, but why any person would want to be part of an organisation that keeps its true purpose secret to the vast majority of its members (as admitted by the highest members of the order) is just beyond me.

soul "paranoid" stealer

ps sorry to turn this into a rant em.. :) ye all may return to poetrizing!

a popular theory is that the real purpose of the masons in their current form is to protect the lineage of christ - apparently, according to the theory, there are members of the bloodline doing all sorts of spooky stuff these days. while i do find that the research done of the grail and the knight's templars-masons connection that pertains to the past is well-documented and probably holds a good amount of truth, the ideas about where it has ended up today are a bit hokey IMO. close friends of my family (on both sides actually) are in the masons - i have no idea what they are all about but i have heard stories that in the past they were involved in the repression of the roman catholic religion in france amongst other things. despite being somewhat sinister i find them fascinating.

[wendy]

that's really cool arch.

I might check out that book sometime Mindphone, it sounds interesting. The Masons certainly have a history of working against the Catholic church. It's actually in their code of rules that they must make sure a man is NOT Catholic before he enters the Masons. Perhaps some of this emnity is because the church does not acknowledge Jesus having offspring. *shrugs*

[nightfairy]

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[mindphone]

your only coming out
because you came back in
:)

[satan]

Originally posted by epiph

Big Bear


:eek: *will never think of that bear the same again* ... buts thats really good epiph

satan

[wendy]

That's really cool Nightfairy, very dark, you mysterious creature of the night you :) I could almost picture the film clip to this as I read it as it bought on lots of images.

[nightfairy]

ooh, read the book that inspired it, I dont know if its still in print - called CROSSES by, um.... ~runs to bookshelf~... Shelly Stoehr. SO GOOD.

[epiph]

thanks satan. fin was really disturbed by that poem as well.

[Simon]

Spiralled further greener bluer
New than the older fewer
Spinning round and bouncing thinking
Thoughts are rushed and hopes are sinking
But stay afloat on calm blue sea
No need for boats I'm not for sailing
Here am I supposed to be
Until the swimmers all arms and flailing
No more circles on this yonder
Green again and less to ponder
Easing forward swimming grinning
Forth again no need for winning
****

lots of sleepless people round here .. tell me about it :eek: ... off to the leaba now ... nightall ... and getting into this thread big time : )

[Elin]

The day is crisp as a newly ironed sheet
a winter's morning in January
the cold nipping at my cheeks
the sun brilliant without heat

From certain perspectives
the air is alive
with tiny scintillating snowflakes
I see it
when the sun is behind a building
like a sparkling halo
and I have to stop
have to look in wonder
I stand still
a rock in a moving stream of people
Perhaps
I am the only one who sees it
it might be fairy dust
and there is a spell laid on me
so I can see the air dancing
Oh yes
enchanted indeed.

[James]

Vacuity

immersed somewhere in the murky hideaways of my soul
in this darkness which I so revere
dying is a pool of abandoned passions
driven inward by a hurt that reduced my life to tears

shadow upon shadow have become the walls
a result of my broken heart
and they hide way and shove away my feelings
so that I may go on lamenting, sleeping in the dark

so long it has been that I have cared or felt
so deeply tucked away my thoughts of love have become
never again will I cherish or dote on
my spirit now is hollow and my amorousness is numb

you try to comprehend my pain and why I hide away
my angel I entreat you to just leave me be
I have no love to offer you
in this state of thoughtless, mindless, emotional apathy

[mindphone]

the triumph of our tired eyes

[James]

they close and the illusion dies

[Simon]

truth is in the darkness where

[nightfairy]

ambiguity begets dispair

[wendy]

a canker of impending choice

[Arienn]

my underwear is feeling moist .... ?

hang on i'll try again ...

gives self-denial searing voice,
and in this darkness where the truth is blinding,
my own remorse is just as binding,
but freedom does await maybe ...

[WFFS]

if only I would believe me
for trust in self is not here
only doubt, hate, and fear
will hope ever penetrate....

[epiph]

whilst i combobulate...

[mindphone]

night determines fate
and i don't know where i've began
it's the end of history
so come on friends, to the barricades again

[WFFS]

Oy! Wrong rhyming scheme!

[mindphone]

the first one dragged on too long. i tired of it.

[wendy]

carded by a shark
ashamed of who I was
hunted by a game
ashamed of what I became
where is she?
where is she?
she's gone, she's gone
she sold herself for a dance and a song
believed the lie
when truth was near
a fool, a fool
be warned my dear
don't stray beyond your intuition
there's nothing at the borders of your mind
its all inside
inside inside
all there for you to find

[Elin]

Hey, I really like that one Wendy... :) I don't get the first line though: "carded" by a shark??

[wendy]

*giggles* I just thought it sounded cool, it doesn't really mean anything. But it was a play on the words "card shark" and "game hunter". Just to convey that the character in the poem felt like a pawn/bet in a game. Anyway thanks Elin :)

[mindphone]

the world is sick sickSICK; (so kiss me quick)

[Elin]

Ah, that makes sense, Wendy... :) I get it now.

Oh yeah, and read the starting letters of every row in the poem by Lewis Caroll. Alice Pleasance Liddell was the person he wrote the books for... (no, I didn't figure this out for myself).

[wendy]

wow cool one Arch, I especially like it.

[mindphone]

girl, you have no faith in medicine

[epiph]

Roadside Iphigeneia,
queen of cats,
utterly naked, blasted.
The vintage orphan
wails yearningly.
Desperate puppetry,
platinum brutality.


and another

Irresistible subtleties,
taut juxtaposition,
unfamiliar high-resolution mind games.
A sonnet begets rapturous embarrassment.
Palpable marinated torsos,
faux-naive pantomime,
dizzy surrender invites colloquial battles.
A bossa-nova brightness traces intriguing Aussies in an
ergonomically winding romp.
Time burns.

[mindphone]

i really did like the first one epiph




* * * * * * * * * * * * * *


i exist
on pencil sketch windows,
paper thin walls.
thriving on promises
of never never,
words spoken,
whitewashed glow.
under bridges,
over buildings,
between logic.
always returning
to my quick fix
in you.


=\

[Arienn]

sick and tired,
of my mind,
and thoughts of ire made,
the shadow of my mirror shine,
takes comfort in it's shade.



this thread always inspires me to make up poems of the spot like that. it's good :)

[James]

Love that Arienn :)

Mind if I steal it? No? Excellent :)

[wendy]

wow, Arch, Epiph, MP and Arienn, those poems were all incrediby quirky in the coolest way. It's like you fed off eachother too somehow which was cool.


A possible future

in these hills there is a presence steeped deep into the land
it murmers greeting to the people who wander near at hand
they kneel down on the blackened ground their fingers raising dust
to grasp at shiny onyx glass that purge the hills like rust
the townfolk say its sorry luck to enter this strange place
a curse is set upon those hills they'll whisper in great haste
and those who dare the iron hills oft feel that this is true
for not a living sound is heard and nought here ever grew
and why it's so no one can know for who can tell the past?
when all thats left is blasted earth and shards of broken glass
and though their hearts cry out, perhaps, it was not always so
there are hearths to keep and floors to sweep and crops to tend and grow
the plow, the spear, the wind, the rain, these are the things to mind
not the ancient eery mysteries of struggling humankind

[Raunch]

Here is a found poem that i wrote about 6 years ago.

License to Kill

Grandmother watched
Tires screech
Plowed into the children
DEAD Broken Neck
Convicted
Manslaughter
Wasn't his first time
Refusing Breathalyzer
Weaving Erratically
Killing DEMMY
High on PCP
Involuntary Manslaughter
FOUR PRIOR CONVICTIONS
JAIL FOR LIFE

[mindphone]

snap to man climbing telephone police pointed handguns.

one of the reasons i stopped watching cops.

[Raunch]

Hiding behind synthetic screens
Poking prodding on plastic keys
Never knowing and never see
Who hides behind the magic screen

[wendy]

I like it when poems have a point to convey, that was really cool Arch.


The masters of war
as bob dylan says
will poke and prod us all to death

[satan]

i just did it cuz i wanted a snazy name.. i mean common.. :p

satan

[Raunch]

If you are referring to me Arch i must say that i was ignorant:confused: . I am kinda new on here and didn't know there was a poetry thread. I will post here from now on. :D Here we go.

Veterans Day

I stand here among the black wall of death
slowly tracing the memories of my past
gazing at the reflection of my comrades
as we shed a tear of remembrance

I close my eyes and 473 days of hellish visions
flood the mental barrier that has stood intact for 365

I stand here among the black wall of death
and wonder if my son will one day
by an etching on a piece of paper
by the heart of his loved one

Fallen Star

It is the siren's song luring street urchins
from crystal palaces into cement cemeteries

It is the smell of rotten nourishment
replacing memories of sweet aromas

It is the laughing faces and pointing fingers
which replace the mothers' embrace

It is the reoccurring nightmare which is his reality
that makes him wish it was just a dream.

[Raunch]

Grats Arch.

[Raunch]

I just started this one tonight. I am not finished, but i kinda like it.


Cage of Steel

Shadows rest upon my winter's eyes
An icy glare of steel
burried within this life and blood
secrets best left in veil

Thin flesh curtains can't mask my deeds
For the image is forged in stone
My torment is self inflicted
Fault is none buy my own

[Arienn]

can't help but be upset,
at how the world is wet,
with death,
and all it's bleeding,
on carrion man is feeding,
but you don't have to take to his breast for your strength

Staring in disbelief,
down the lonely city street,
the theif that stole the starlight,
no garden left in our life,
but it can't keep you from the forests in your mind

be your own,
child,
they can't own you,
if you give yourself away,
and know love,
and keep life in your heart

[mindphone]

in bedrooms; in closets; in cupboards; in street signs; in poems; in faces; in cars; in televisions; in bars; in offices; in sex; in bottles; in husbands; in friends; in screams; in minds; inside - all over your everything

[WFFS]

I feel hurt
..........I feel healed
I feel betrayed
..........I feel trust
I feel tired
..........I feel envigorated
I feel depressed
..........I feel elated
I feel sad
..........I feel joy
I feel hated
..........I feel love
I feel alone
..........I feel comfort
Here on earth I am in hell
..........Here on the net I am in heaven

[Raunch]

Cage of Steel

Shadows rest upon my winter's eyes
An icy glare of steel
burried within this life and blood
secrets i can't reveal

Thin flesh curtains can't mask my deeds
For the image is forged in stone
My torment is self inflicted
Fault is none buy my own

This lifeless steel cage beckons me
at dusk and at dawn
If only i had stopped that night
This would not be my home

[Deadbody]

Valley of the dead

As i stand here in the snow
thougths of my life pass by
and i search for another place to be
but im my heart i know
this is where my soul belong

as nigth comes by
the stars my way giude
i wander south
to the place where they lie
a red rose to them i leave

in the west a friend i lost
im my arms i held him tigth
as i look up to the skies
i can see him smiling down
to him i cry

to the east her ash is shattered
the one who for me smiled
the one who for me cried
the one who for me died
too her i long

As morning comes
my aching bones i cant feel
now i wander north
to the place i´ll die
my sweet burial gounds

[Findecańo]

"High Flight"

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

[Deadbody]

I see girls
in their eyes, reflections of me
they talk to me
but inside me, nothing
i feel them close to me
i get inside their skin,
we sin

alone one nigth
thougths from my past
my first love
i remember it like yesterday
my heart beating fast
my soul on fire
i wanna feel that way again

why am i so cold
why cant i love
god knows i need someone
another nigth, another bed
i cant go on this way
who has it in her to wake me
where can i find her
that one for me

[James]

you write some good stuff, deadbody. keep it up, I'd love to hear more :)

[Deadbody]

Barely breathing
all i feel is pain
living in fear
for my dreams
as i cry
my life goes by

darkness covers my thoughts
emty minds surrounds me
(dont let them take me down)

no meanig to my life
evryone i love is dead
or living dead

all i know
all i can remember
all i can dream of
covered by darkness
covered by pain
covered by death

in all the darkness
in all the pain
she there
the one i never needed
the one i never wanted
as she smiles
she becomes the one i need
the one i love

while i weep
As she sings
darkness is drowning me

[mindphone]

:p

[Raunch]

heheheheh. Couldn't resist throwing this one on here.

Migration of the follicles

What ever happened to the hair on my head
It migrated to my ass when i was in bed
When i woke up it had already gone
on a journey that took it where it did not belong
Now sometimes i catch myself scratching my ass
When i have a thought or scream alas
I puzzles me deeply to this very day
How my hair has betrayed me in every way.

[P_Goldeneyes]

I'm new here,
I'll let you lead
but never fear
this i plead

i shall not drive cold steel
and give your spine a painful feel

I'm new here so give me a warm welcome
and i shall entertain you with a jug of rum

poetry i like to write
poets i like to meet
they do try to enlight those
small faces full of delight

sorry my poem was bad;
it was not half as sad
but that's because i'm only a kid
and i'm on the path that shall lead
my way to success
my way to liberty
my way to express myself
my way of writing free

[Deadbody]

Inside my shell
My thougths are clear

Outside my shell
My thougths are corrupt
My dreams are not mine
My pain is growin
My love is dying

Inside my shell
My dreams are real

Outside my shell
The rain is falling
My body is bleeding
My spirit is broken

Inside my shell
My love is pure

Ouside my shell
Im caugth in a neverending nigthmare
Foreeverlasting nigths
Another season but no changes
No chance to escape

Inside my shell
My pain is distance

Outside my shell
My pain is too wellknown
An eternal wound
In a world without sunshine

Inside my shell
i cry

Outside my shell
I wander away in the darkest of nigths

[baxts]

shit some of your stuff is good deadbody, i second what lord semaj said.

this poem is by baxter, (not me, another artist)

alone we are born,
and die alone,
yet see the red gold cirrus,
over snow mountain shine.

upon the upland raod,
ride easy stranger,
surrender to the sky,
your heart of anger.

[wendy]

LMAO Raunch, nice bit of mischief among all the angst of the poetry thread ;)

that poem by Baxter is cool, and gosh! keep em coming guys, I have never had to catch up on so many great poems in one day. This is so cool! I really liked the beepy one Arch.

[nightfairy]

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[epiph]

this is about a year and a half old...

To my sister

I remember you as the bulge in our mother's stomach
that I would put my hand against
to feel kick
praying that you would be a girl.

I still see in you the newborn
covered in white stuff
held in our father's arms
and I was finally a big sister.

When you were a baby,
so infinitely enticing to my five year old self,
you were awkward in my arms;
I had to sit to hold you.
I was jealous of our cousins when they carried you around.

Your smiling toddler face,
you of the silky curls and everlasting exuberance,
still graces, in my memory, your diapered body
as you toddled around in Dad's shoes.

When you were a little girl,
still chubby with baby fat,
who ate butter by the stick,
you called me "Sissy."

You lengthened, you body hardened,
and you were a tomboy
who ran with the boys through the woods
and screamed when wearing a dress,
but you still cuddled me on Saturday mornings.

Then you became my friend,
more fun than my peers,
but only when we were alone.
I love to laugh with you.

Now, your body is grown (almost)
and your lips are rosebuds
and your skin is cream with freckles
and your spunk matured to spark
and I delight in the woman you'll become.

[wendy]

NF that poem was just... wow... I dunno, it was just wow. *nods* your style of writing is so cool.

Epiph you made me want to write a poem about my wonderful sis too, but all I could think of was that her name (Ellen) rhymes with Smellen and it just made me giggles so much all attempts at creativity were lost for now. LOL :)

[epiph]

lol...

i made satan cry when i first read this to her :D

[Deadbody]

Thanks you Baxts and thank you Lord Semaj!



come stranger, come walk with me
i´ll tell you this tale, bitter indeed
a story of love lost, beond regaining i fear
a love stolen i say
stolen by he they say i should belive
he who should be watching over me

come stranger, come take my hand
this tale of mourning i´ll tell
in a place all white and red
i used too wander there
the place where nature reins

come stranger, come walk with me
i´ll lead our way on this dark road
where it leads us i do not know
lost and confused i am
still i wander here

come stranger, come take my hand
whisper words in my ear
make me smile
teach me how to feel
show me passion for i fear its gone

come stranger, come break this shell i built
come stranger, come make me the man i used to be

[WFFS]

Originally posted by wendy
Epiph you made me want to write a poem about my wonderful sis too, but all I could think of was that her name (Ellen) rhymes with Smellen and it just made me giggles so much all attempts at creativity were lost for now. LOL :)


Hey, you could write a poem about your not so wonderful sis. Susan rhymes with Boozin' you know, so there's your start :)

[Deadbody]

Hurt

Memories haunt me
Making me cry
for what i lost
looking for love
you and me kissing outside

now im just another puppet
so many questions but no ansers
how can i escape this
once you showed me the way
but now im lost, cant do this on my own

missing you
hurting inside
where have you gone
why have you left me
i can still feel you next to me,

your not the same
grown up i hear them say
its not true, i know your trapped
they got you now, no way out
your smile, your laugther
now i know what real pain is

days pass by
without meaning
i´ve lost the way
no dreams left
i travel round seeking something, somewhere

almost alive now
havent sleept for days
chemicals run in my veins
another place, same feelings
still feel them pullng my strings

thooose dreams you and i shared
i now have
standing alone under a moonlit sky
crying for mankind
will i ever find the real you again

[Tyria Daylinia]

Angel of Darkness
How I do love the darkness...
For it is a nightly apparition of beauty.
How I do love thee, Angel of Darkness,
For thou art mysterious and familiar at once.

Come away, come away,
Come always to me, the Angel.
Come away to distant lands
Where darkness reigns forever.

Your eyes- two shining, glorious gems,
Priceless and forever.
I stare in them and I am shot
By an arrow from Cupid's quiver.

Come away, come away,
Come always to me, the Angel.
Come away to distant lands
Where darkness reigns forever.

Trust, love, encompassing love,
Things I have dreamed for and sought
My knight of the night, lovely and bold
Offers me what others cannot

Come away, come away,
Come always to me, the Angel.
Come away to distant lands
Where darkness reigns forever.

What is this? You leave me here?
Then hear the breaking of my heart.
Nay, nay, say you'll stay
And never from me part.

Come away, come away,
Come always to me, the Angel.
Come away to distant lands
Where darkness reigns forever.

Angel! Angel! I cannot follow thee
Though I strain with all my might
I wonder that I see you only in
The deepest of dark night.

Come away, come away,
Come always to me, the Angel.
Come away to distant lands
Where darkness reigns forever.

(This isn't finished yet)

Quick! Try to guess what I'm talking about!! And it's nothing bad, either.

[Deadbody]

god above

where have all the feeling gone
you stole everything from me
am i supposed to love you
now that you made me cry
left me down here all alone

this eternal wounds you caused
this neverending seas of pain i must cross
you know i´ll never go where you want me to
i am a lost soul

your word should comfort me
make me se whats behind it all
but all i can se is the bullshit within
if this means i cant go upabove
i dont care, just as long as i can see her

[Simon]

Floating back and away
I see I transfixed
It is written in the spirit
So many are here
No longer alone
We were all together at the beginning
Many see as I
Flow I
All are loved
And all must know
This is the happy medium.

[Cloric The Cleric]

Good lord, I wrote this so long ago...

Remembering

I lay on the grass
Staring up
At the stars shining in heaven
Thinking of nothing
But the love we once shared.
The music we heard.
The colors we saw.
The places we went.
The emotions we felt.
I cry as I think
Of how full you made my life
Everyday that I knew you,
From the first
To the last.

The day I knew
That you had gone
From my life forever
Was one of the worst,
Yet one of the best,
Days of my life.
While I had lost your smile,
Your energy and life,
You had finally lost your pain.

I think back further
To the day we discovered
The beast that was
Spreading itself through
Every fiber of your being
Eating away at your insides,
Disintigrating your dignity.

I remember marching,
Crusading for a cure,
Supporting you through every arduous step.

I remember our fights.
Cursing you, calling you names,
Son of a bitch, Asshole and worse,
Hating you for getting this
Terrible sickness.
Forcing me to watch, helpless,
As the one I loved faded
Slowly into the Darkness.

I remember the way I felt
The day I recieved
The information so terrible
That I couldn't tell you for fear
Of adding to your burden.
But even though I never said,
Never even hinted,
I could see in your eyes,
As you died, you knew.

I lay here today
Knowing how terrible
It is to miss you,
And how hard all I have
To go through will be without you.
But I also know that
Your strength,
The strength you showed and taught me,
Will get me through it all,
Until the day, perhaps soon,
That I will Join you,
And we can love forever.

[WFFS]

Pin your picture up on the message board
Beauty for beauty's sake is its own reward
I see your smiling face looking over at me
In silence and stillness there is tranquility....

Pretending to work in this fake old world
Causing all of my plans to become unfurled
People are talking but I hear nothing they say
With you in my mind its all floating away....

And I need you here
To keep me on the ground
I'm losing my self
Afraid I won't be found
Imagination
Is my worst enemy
I need you right here
To save me from me....

Trying to forget is a futile task
When I still feel your touch from a time long past
The void that it left is like a slow burning fire
These mem'ries won't go no matter what I try....

And I need you here
To keep me on the ground
I'm losing my self
Afraid I won't be found
Imagination
Is my worst enemy
I need you right here
To save me from me....

Why can't you come and be by my side?
Why are my feelings so hard to hide?
Why won't my head forget about you?
Why is loving the only thing I can do?....

And I need you here
To keep me on the ground
I'm losing my self
Afraid I won't be found
Imagination
Is my worst enemy
I need you right here
To save me from me....

Pin your picture up on the message board
Beauty for beauty's sake is its own reward
I see your smiling face looking over at me
In silence and stillness
Still can't save me from me.

[wendy]

I might have posted this before but I might not have;


This is a dream
of smoke and haze
The sun is red
a scarlet gaze
The wind in force
brings no relief
from fetid stifling
boiling heat
The horizon bears
an eerie glow
an ominous beauty
a dangerous foe
And in the wind
a smoke dulled roar
warning all
who stand before
the fires will
of mighty strength
face nature's gift
and nature's death

[Elin]

I was climbing trees today and it was windy... :)

Clear as glass
the wind blows through me
in me
with me
until I can't stop smiling
and I tighten my hands on the branches
afraid for a second I'll fall
but I know that I won't.
The wind and the sun have a key to my heart
they unlock me
blow me through like a spring cleaning
and fill me to the brim
with the knowledge of growing things.
I hardly see them yet
but soon the world will be green
with leaves grass trees flowers
because spring is here now
and I want to grow too.

[Cloric The Cleric]

Questions

I Offer up a prayer, blue flame burning,
Smoke begining to sting my eyes,
And still you refuse to listen.
Where are you, God of my ages?
Why have you forsaken me,
One of your beloved children?
Why do you speak to those around me,
But shut me out with hardly a whisper?
Have I somehow wronged you?
Are you like those who said they loved me,
Only to turn me away when I was not who
You thought I should be?
Do you do this thing to teach me a lesson?
If that be the case, then I hope I am learning well.

Will you, one day, open your heart to me again,
When I've proven my suffering was great enough?
Will you let me into the fold,
Even as one insignifigant Lamb,
In your whole great flock?
Or will I be forever shut out,
The Tyger stalking me
Around every other corner?

I hear them say that you
Can't possibly love who I am,
But did you not make me?
And if I'm so close to Damien,
For what reason do I still exsist?
Why is it, King of Kings, that you,
Who held eternal court in my heart,
Have ceased to acknowledge even
The smallest gift from
The Being of this peasant?

Or, perhaps, am I looking to deeply?
Are you there, on the surface,
For all, save me, to see?
Have I overlooked you in my
Search to find, of all people, you?
Do you now manifest yourself in other ways?
Like the acts of compassion others mention,
But I'm not aware of performing?
Or in the crying of a heart,
Hungering for the Solace
Of another human Being?

So my search begins anew,
But will you be any easier to locate now?
Perhaps you will still evade
A search of myself.
So, then, my only recourse is
A search of those around me.
And in the search, Great Spirit,
What will I find?
Will I find you, or
Will I find pieces of myself?

[Deadbody]

I wrote this about a year ago, spending a night in my car waiting for a snowstorm to leave me alone.

The ruins of my world

The sun is rising
I sit outside while the rain falls
This time its a softer rain, gentle as a woman’s touch
It reminds me of the past, and makes me fear the future
Somewhere inside I can feel me
I don’t know what is in there, cant remember
Dare not remember
Once you show me the way
You led me to your scars, your fears and your beauty
Then we walked among the shadows, inside of me
I know there was strength there
But I don’t want it

When Darren left
I couldn’t live
All I knew was the taste of alcohol, and pain
A devastating pain
I lived nowhere, but still you found my home
Told me the truth I couldn’t hear
Made me face all my fears
And somehow I dared to dream again
To live for real, and not just be a shadow
Now that you left, no heaven beside me
What can I do, where can I hide from the pain
Coming again, coming with a new friend
In my dreams you visit, now I cant sleep
Cant face you, your just to beautiful
To real, it makes me hope, a feeling a cannot feel
I know it not my time to go
But each morning I pray for this the day to be

I still live in this world of white
Cant seem to leave, even now that it has stolen you from me
That day
That sound
That Pain
That loss
If forever on repeat in my mind
I know the way to turn it off, or maybe just slow it down
The way is inside, it lies within
Behind those walls I built lies the way
But I don’t know where it leads
What if its to long, forcing me to move on
What if I lose my way again
Without you by my side, I don’t dare
I’m but a man
Broken

Life is changing in so many ways
The game of life is hard to play
I’m going to lose it anyway
The pain is still there, just as devastating
Still haven’t looked within
But something changed, don’t really know what it is
But now I can smile, I can laugh.
Not with the same joy, I’ll never be happy again.
At least not as happy as I used to be
I know your up there, looking at me
It still hurts so bad

Now the wind cant touch me
I still live in some way
People say they are my friends, some look at me in that way
I envy them, they don’t know how it is to feel
I have looked now
I know the truth
I’m but a flower, a black rose born
No sun is needed for me to grow
My soul is but an ocean
Somewhere there I exist
I don’t want to leave
The pain is so weak here, compared to out there, in reality
But I must go back, in here i´ll always exist
I’ll never get a chance to go see you
And I want to see you
Feel you
Touch you
Hear your inner thoughts once again

I miss you both
But I must live a life now, try to move on
I cannot go on this way, without hope of seeing you again
Remember those things I said, they are all true
I meant every word

[Moghedien]

dont rememer when i wrote it or anything, its just one of my favorites. :s

Defeat

THE DARKNESS OF THESE WATERS
SO COLD
SO MURKY
SO DEEP
THE MYSTERIES OF THE BEYOND
THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN
STARING
EYES WIDE OPEN
WATING
PRAYING FOR SALVATION
HEART BEATING
YET BLOOD BARELY FLOWS
YOU FEEL IT LURKING
IN THE SHADOWS
HIDDEN AMONGST THE CURRENTS
SMIRKING
LAUGHING AT YOUR FEAR
MOCKING YOU IN SILENCE
LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR WEAKNESS
YOUR MADNESS
YOUR CONFUSION
YOUR TREMBLING SOUL
CLOSER IT DRAWS
ON THE BRINK OF THE ABYSS
CROSSING THROUGH THE DARKNESS
THE PRESENCE DRAWS NEAR
YOU CAN FEEL IT
TASTE IT
PULLING YOU UNDER
ENGULFED IN THE WAVES
THE SUFFOCATING TERROR
THE HOPELESSNESS IS OVERWHELMING
BLINDED BY DENIAL
BUT SUDDENLY YOU CAN SEE
YOU CAN SEE IT STARING BACK AT YOU
FEELING YOUR DEFEAT
COMPLETELY HELPLESS
CURSE IT IN YOUR SHAME
LIFE DRAGS YOU
DEEP THROUGH THE DEPTHS
LOST IN OBLIVION
LIFELESS
YOU SINK
WITHOUT WORDS
INTO THE WATERS

(sorry about the caps, but i wasnt going to rewrite it.)

[Deadbody]

see them
live inside their wold
beond their imagination
see the truth
be real

never meet them
they know me
how come
mindless
study
become what they want

they fear
thoughts im my mind
somone tells them whats real
and im not
so they hate

stronger
not at all
better
not at all
diffrent
hope so

[Elin]

Green
my fingers are growing
the ground is cool and moist
Red
my blood is flowing
I
don't know where I am going
(noone does)
but life keeps welling up
between my fingers and toes
becomes words in my mouth
becomes thirst in my mind
for learning and knowing the world
Naming things is loving them
and I know the name of this grass at my feet
I can never know it all
and what I know may not be true
but I would rather know something than nothing.

I don't think that boy loves me
but he likes me a lot
I want his company, love talking with him
and my body says yes to his
oh yes
I can have some of him
but not all
but I would rather have something than nothing.

I am a bundle, held together loosely
of thoughts and feelings
I am like a river in flood
overflowing and seeking where to go
I am incomplete but happy
and
I would rather be something than nothing.

[wendy]

Oh Elin. That is so real and beautiful.

[Elin]

Thanks Wendy... :)

Now that I reread it, it strikes me as sort of sad - though I wasn't sad at all when I wrote it...

[Dregs]

so simple and eloquent. Sad and joyous at the same time. I don't go in for poetry normally, but I like that elin!

[Elin]

Hey, thank you... :)

[Craz]

To live you dream
you dream, you live
It must not seam you are alive
wish for a dream
search a meaning
Cynical thought does not allow
just be a dream
happyness come

[satan]

heh.. never posted anything on this thread bf... ah well.. heres a little somthing i wrote so i wouldn't be writing my essay..


Oppressive mists
Clouded mind
Thoughts convoluted in unimaginable twists
Of things left behind
Never seen again
Leaving behind nothing but pain

[nightfairy]

I am the Goddess who needs to do nothing
I am the tramp who never has sex
I am the nomad - I'll give you my address
I know I know nothing, and ignorance is bliss
My rhyme has no rhythm and my rhythm no rhyme
My watch keeps the hour but I cant read the time
My breath kisses breezes and my feet warm the earth
My heart beats forever, and no date holds my birth
I am the Goddess who needs to do nothing
I am the tramp who never has sex
I am the nomad - I'll give you my address
For I am the darkness, the unseen silhouette...

[Thecaptain420]

I stand in the darkness alone
Forgeting the place I call home
Forgeting my family and friends
Forgeting my ties, and loose ends
To move forward and never look back
To remember and never loose track
To travel this road thats so long
To look in my heart and find out what is wrong
I leave behind pain and despair
I leave behind reasons to care
Born once into a horrible land
Alone in the darkness I stand

[epiph]

oooh, that's rocks, nf! go you!

[Master Raven]

Lord of the morning
Oh Lord – Who are you?
Are you sun, are you light are you the
Thing that drives –
Us all to awake?
Do you know my name,
Or the game that I play?
Do you watch from the shadows that are –
Not simply shadows because you are there?
When the mountains tremble, is it you?
When the seas roar, are you swimming?
Tell me these – and more
If the Lord of the Morning is the morning,
Then what is dawn?
What is Life, Death, night, and the
Red sensation of pain
Angered
Pulsing
Tiredness, fatigue,
You bring these to me, every morn – and more
I wonder at your wonder
The glory, the pride of bringing each new morn
A shepherd
A soccer mom
A zookeeper
You watch over us all, with your eye
Of molten fire!
Do you care?
Do you…
Bring life with each new morn?
Do you have power over life and death?
Do you…. And more?
Morning is soon… will you be there?
Give me a sign, a signal,
A flash of light
Directed towards me
Here, in my room…
Will you do this for me
And more?


-- Master Raven

[Master Raven]

Ponder

I sit
Pondering life
The constant, the lack of, the
Feeling – the
Wonder it brings
Thinking, grasping at straws,
Thoughts of who? What? When? Where? Why?
Flash as I once again, begin to…
Ponder

[Elin]

I liked that one too nf... :)

Here's my evening:

Dancing
is loving the moment
and the dancers
lovers for a moment
No words are spoken
I don't need them
We are like planets locked
in the gravity of desire
Turning, spinning
balance and counterbalance
Different men
different bodies
but one is too tall
another too round
or hasn't the right hands
No, not one is the one whom I want.
A waltz played on a fiddle
a schottisch on a clarinet
then to end the evening
a polska played in a minor key
on the old piano in the corner.
It plays in tune with my heart.

[Cloric The Cleric]

I haven't posted anything here in awhile, so....


The Deep

Follow me into the Deep,
Down where the demons hide,
Down below the hell of others,
And we'll cross to the other side.

Follow me into the Deep,
Down where the shadows fall,
Down below the gates of Satan,
And well walk the Ancient Hall.

Follow me into the Deep,
The night of 10,000 years,
Down below the fabled Fire Pit,
To the realization of your fears.

Follow me into the Deep,
Where Evil runs so clear,
Down below the sacred tombstones,
Where Death's never been so near.

[Dregs]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by nightfairy
[B]I am the Goddess who needs to do nothing
QUOTE]

I think this is my fav!

[wendy]

Cloric that is one cool poem, it reminded me of the legend of Orpheus, where he descends into the underworld to find his lost love.

[TRUTH]

There is some truly remarkable work being posted here. I love it!:D

[Sayuri Sedai]

The earth trembled, sending ripples through storm wracked oceans. Clouds bellowed, filling the crimson sky. Fires leapt from the heavens, sending shadows into hiding, giving hope to those, shattered with despair. The stars danced to some unseen melody, as the sun sought the protection of the moon. Rivers turned to ice, hissing at the black showers descending from above. A medley of colors, burst's through the darkness, Streaming red's, blue's, and yellow's. A raven lets out a peircing cry, as if in protest. The winds scream and swirl, in compliance. Raging in an effort to shatter the pigmented light. The winds recede, leaving the raven to echo alone. In this celestial chaos.

[wendy]

I like that Sayuri, it's very visual.



a brave new world
of genetic technology
just imagine my friends
a world of plenty
let the earth spill out its goods at our behest

a black suit dream
of broad acre robotics
just imagine this nightmare
a world of monpoly
let the earth fall into their hands at our behest

[satan]

YAY poem of sillyness

this is dedicated to all the gamers out there...

The door cracks open
Nothing but blinding light
Sight is soon regained
He lifts his head slowly
Fearing the consequences
Of leaving the game

A blue tinge clings to his features
Dark skin encircles his eyes
Light dances off his silver case
His eyes flick sporadically to the screen
Flinching with each death
But also straining to recognize that silhouette

The door opens another inch
Exposing a feminine form
She crooks a finger at him
He spares the screen a last hopeless glance
His fingers crawl towards the keys
Control “Q”

Together they depart
But he cannot help but mourn
Over his lost love

[Dregs]

I just can't believe a computer geek can get some sex, satan.

[satan]

heh it's possible.. *cough*epiph*cough*

epiph is who i really wrote it for anyway :p

[epiph]

yeah...ask my boyfriend about that phenomenon, dregs...

[Dregs]

That disgusts me on so many levels.

;)

[epiph]

the only difference between that poem and reality is that he DOESN'T turn off his computer. as i result, i don't get as much sex as i'd like. stupid boyfriend.

[Dregs]

i was trying to be witty about computers and not going down, and turning off, but I just can't make it work.

[Sayuri Sedai]

well... thats unfortunate.


this is just me rambling on, yet again...

i think i might call it Tell Me, im not sure though.

Tell me now, my warrior...
Can you hear the innocent cry?
Can you feel the angel near?
Do you wake at night,
In sweat stained sheets,
feeling your victim's pain?
Can you feel their fear?
Do you know what it is to suffer?
Can you hear their screams?
Do these memories haunt you?
Can you see the shattered dreams?
Do you know what it is to die?
To tremble on blood stained fields?
Would you know your time is near?
Tell me now, my warrior...
Tell me, let me hear.

[wendy]

oooh that was quite chilling Sayuri.

[val7]

We're supposed to write a poem (and I do not like poetry at all) about what we think of the 'situation' now for Lit. class. I'd be very grateful for suggestions, even if you don't agree with what I'm saying. :)

State of the Union
Just like a flock of sheep
with wool covering their eyes
They wait in line to sign on,
believing all the lies.

They support their country,
yet do not realize
All it’s about is money
not saving human lives.

Each country’s leader
says that their side is right,
Every nation’s government
says that now it’s time to fight,

But they use the confused citizens
to fight in their wars,
Not bestirring themselves
to settle their selfish scores.

[wendy]

I think that's a great poem Val, both in what you say and how you say it, it's very insightful.

[satan]

I wrote the truth for you today

i composed a verse for you this morning
somewhere inbetween my teeth and getting dressed
hummed it all the way through my shower
and now i'll be damned if i can remember a line

I danced a rythm for you today
a pulsing beat that drove my feet
and pushed my thoughts every which way
but they ended back with you

i wrote a poem for you tonight
about the way you stick in my head
like a fly to a trap
not a single word of it still lurks in my mind

i created a world for you today
but you weren't there to see it

[Elin]

Satan, I really like that... :) It's like, the poem is on a serious subject but still doesn't take itself too seriously... and then it has a sting at the end. I like it.

[satan]

hehe thanks... i like it too :p

[satan]

i added i line.. i thought it just needed a little more... perhaps not, but i also wanted to cover most of the obvious artistic expressions...

I composed a verse for you this morning
Somewhere in between my teeth and getting dressed
Hummed it all the way through my shower
And now I’ll be damned if I can remember a line

I danced a rhythm for you today
A pulsing beat that drove my feet
And pushed my thoughts every which way
But they ended back with you

I painted a picture for you this evening
Wistful fancies of things I’d like to do
With you, and only you
But a storm took it away from me
Now I can't even remember my own fancies

I wrote a poem for you tonight
About the way you stick in my head
Like a fly to a trap
Not a single word of it still lurks in my mind

I created a world for you today
But you weren't there to see it

[TRUTH]

Excellent as always. You really should write more. I love your work!

[satan]

i only write when i'm inspired

[Dingdin]

Originally posted by Sayuri Sedai
i think i might call it Tell Me, im not sure though.

Tell me now, my warrior...
Can you hear the innocent cry?
Can you feel the angel near?
Do you wake at night,
In sweat stained sheets,
feeling your victim's pain?
Can you feel their fear?
Do you know what it is to suffer?
Can you hear their screams?
Do these memories haunt you?
Can you see the shattered dreams?
Do you know what it is to die?
To tremble on blood stained fields?
Would you know your time is near?
Tell me now, my warrior...
Tell me, let me hear.

Good poem. I think you should call it "Angel".

[TRUTH]

Originally posted by Sayuri Sedai
well... thats unfortunate.


this is just me rambling on, yet again...

i think i might call it Tell Me, im not sure though.

Tell me now, my warrior...
Can you hear the innocent cry?
Can you feel the angel near?
Do you wake at night,
In sweat stained sheets,
feeling your victim's pain?
Can you feel their fear?
Do you know what it is to suffer?
Can you hear their screams?
Do these memories haunt you?
Can you see the shattered dreams?
Do you know what it is to die?
To tremble on blood stained fields?
Would you know your time is near?
Tell me now, my warrior...
Tell me, let me hear.

Sayuri, this one hits me personally. Good work!

[wendy]

Satan I love your most recent poem!

[archely]

yeah, i don't come down here that often anymore, but i had to see what wendy was posting, and i agree, satan's last poem is really cool.

[wendy]

oooh well here's another, I used to have it up in reflections but I deleted that thread. I seem to be writing nothing new lately.


Possesion Apraised


I stand before a jury
of sitcom induced eyes
of skewed unfertile ethics
of self affirming lies
the judge resides beside them
with shadowed soul of lust
a judge of callous cruelty
steeped in power of the loved

he calls himself a knower
but those who know it all
know nothing in the end
for all cannot be known
sweet mystery deserted
no wonder in the world
I can never envy
the judges I have known

and so I am convicted
of crime despicable
of insubordination
I've been found uncontrollable
I am sentenced to a leash
of steely cold black links
wrought of empty promise
wrought of lies and guilt

the jury all step forward
with careless thoughtless smiles
its for the best my little girl
you've needed one all this while
they place the leash around me
but there it melts apart
and in their eyes confusion
at the sight of unowned heart

I have no power over them
and they none over me
its the way it always was
the way its meant to be
the judge screams out in anger
his face is grey and grim
he cannot see the leash that binds
his neck to dark behind him

he only sees the end of mine
dissolving in his hand
and hatred snakes around his mouth
his toy back, his demand
a rage is born inside me
but pity takes a stand
I swear a rage like death itself
has been killed by pity's hand

and in this sad remembering
there is no comprehension
no understanding to be found
no measure, no lesson
I will never understand it
I will never understand
this blinded lust for power
that can twist the soul of man

[Cassyndra]

*hides in a corner* So many good poems...scares me to post mine! Here are my three...

The first one is an old one:

<b>Deeply Within</b>

Drinks deeply with softness,
These crystal blue orbs,
On delicate sunrise,
Which angels soar;
Brings promises endless,
And possibilities galore.

In heart lives sound,
And in sound,
Lives beauty and truth,
Guiding endlessly through terrain,
Of hope and scorn.

For light lives on,
Energy amist,
Just glimmering on the surface,
Of what lies deeply within...


<b>Endless Waltz</b>

Screams in my ears never changing,
The epitome of death,
Disorder, Chaos, Rearranging,
Silence breathes its icy breath,
And all stops.

Eyes focus, staring center.
At the goddess quickest learner.

One,
Two,
Three step,

Repeat.

The waltz, the dance,
The three step rep-… rep-…
Representation of life.

Step thrice, without faults,
Dance, live,
The Endless Waltz.




<b>Mad Dance</b>

Turn around, turn Around,
Dance in its Light,
Dance of the Found,
Dance of the Bright,
A changing Movement,
A guiding Voice,
A dance of Judgement,
A dance of Choice,
A Dance,
A Mad Dance.

[TRUTH]

Yay! Another poster of poems! Welcome aboard Cassyndra! The first was my fave but I like all three. I look forward to more. :)

[Dingdin]

I like the waltz myself, it really has a rhythm of the wiener-waltz, but without the beat... that's impressive.

[satan]

just a fun little ditty i thought up on a picnic

Sunlight plays off of her hair
Simply irresistible
Skin as sweet as a summer breeze
She leans against me
Her rock, Her warmth
Lips so soft and tantalizing
Breath like magic
I wrap my arms around her
Warding off the impending cold
Flicks of light captivate her attention
Millions of them play
Weaving in and out of the woods
Fairies wanting us to join
Darkness threatens to surround us
Sunlight all but gone
So I mount, and we make our way
Lit only by the fireflies


yes.. we did ride horses there.. how did you guess :p

[satan]

Memories Unknown
(not too sure about the title.. i'll see later)

Quiet ghosts lurk behind my hands
Waiting for my attention to wane
So they can spill their words from my fingers
Their memories slip through my pen
Caress my paper with their lives
I allow this in my own fashion
simply ignore their existence
And claim their work for mine
The demons wait there too
To twist my innocent words
To make me wise beyond my years
They are truly mine
Not simply others pasts
They are the ones I fear
They hold my truth and love
Masquerading as those harmless ghosts
Blurring fiction and reality
They scorn me for my weakness
And so I let them pass
But one by one so no one sees
The truth behind the mask

[Dregs]

Yippee! satan's back on the fiction board! Loved the last one, very intriguing. I think i could read it all day and still find new meanings in it.

[satan]

:blush: thank you. i like it too.. came up with it while trying to get to sleep last night..well the idea for it anyway.. i had lines and everything but i didn't wanna wake up my cuz with lights to write by

[Dingdin]

about the fun ditty

Very sexy. Why did you have to mention the horse? No one will believe there was a horse involved anyway! :p

Unless you mean... no...! ~can't be that...? ~ My god. satan!!

:D

[satan]

hehe my my what a dirty little boy :p

well i'm glad you enjoyed it.. my cuz thought it was about her at first and freaked out.. hehe silly girl. :p

[Dingdin]

o yes, I quite enjoyed it :D

poor cuz... I trust you didn't take her out of it immediately? that would have been too humane :p

[satan]

she read it and gave me a weird look, then a few moments later she said.. "wait.. that poem was about ollie (her horse) right? cuz i thought at first it was about me.. and ... " :p crazy people

[satan]

not from personal experience.. i don't know where it's from.. and yet.. here it is

Tonight was perfect
The moon was just right
And the stars winked at me
Knowing what was to come
I saw you out my window
As a hurried to get ready
My shining prince on a ’62 steed
Silently calling my name

Tonight was perfect
I crept down the stair
And into your arms
We made our wishes on a shooting star
And grinned knowing what they were
Yours was mine
And mine yours

Tonight was perfect
The air whipped around us
As we sped down the highway
Hand in hand
The only thing on our minds, freedom
You had finally come
To rescue me
And so I sat, content

Tonight was perfect
I could have sworn everything was fine
Until you pulled over
To the side of the road
I didn’t understand
Wasn’t quite sure
But then I saw a gleam in your eyes
A new gleam

Tonight was perfect
I tried to open the door
To get some fresh air
And clear my head
Maybe I had imagined it?
But you grabbed my hand
I couldn’t go
I understood

Tonight was perfect
As you grabbed my other hand
And flung yourself to my side of the car
Too shocked to speak
I just sat there
Unseeing, unthinking
I heard you mutter something
As you undid my seatbelt
And rolled up the windows

Tonight was perfect
This is what was supposed to happen
But not this way
I tried to explain
But you had you couldn’t hear me
I understood, but couldn’t believe

Tonight was perfect
Until you pulled over that car
And condemned me
To a life of lurking fears
And trustless relationships
I should hate you
But all I can do is cry

[epiph]

:eek:

[WolfBrother]

Originally posted by epiph
:eek: That's what I thought. What was she thinking?

[satan]

explianation?

The highwayman is waiting
To hijack my writings
To turn innocence into experience
To warp sweet love poems
Into things of fear and loathing
His reasons for choosing me go unknown
I can’t decide if he’s a blessing or a curse
But there he sits on the side of my mind
Waiting to slaughter all that is sweet
And spread dreadful things to seed

[Dregs]

As disturbing as those last two are, you are fast becoming my favourite writer on this forum

*pushes TRUTH off podium*

[satan]

:blush: thank you dregs :D

[TRUTH]

Originally posted by Dr Dregs
As disturbing as those last two are, you are fast becoming my favourite writer on this forum

*pushes TRUTH off podium*

She already is my favorite...that other guy sux.

[satan]

:blush: aww shucks you guys.. what can i say? :blush:

[Arianna Sedai]

you should publish your goddamn work satan.

really, don't waste a talent.....


.....or i shall have to kill you.

note: will post poems when i get around to retyping them.
(damn computer crashing and losing all my typed work, lucky i saved printouts)

[satan]

aww :blush: thanks.. but i don't know that i'd what to publish them.. tell you what.. when i die i'll leave all my poetry to you and you can publish it and make my kids rich k?

heres another one i wrote in ireland.. i juts got around to typing it up.

Yellow Paint

The yellow paint slowly disintegrates
Peeling off flake by flake
Reveling a barren expanse of white
Marred by god knows what
If this elderly paint could speak
Would it tell stories of strong men?
Staggering home after a night spent forgetting
Or of young girls, peering at the crack
Pure vessels of curiosity
Crackling chips of paint in their fingers
Only to be abandoned to the ground
In search of more interesting pursuits
Chips ground to dust as a woman bustles by
There goes another piece
Off the strong, yet decaying wall
The flake caresses a cigarette but
But this fleeting touch is broken by a flurry of feet
And it’s gone
The yellow paint disincarnates
Saying nothing
Telling everything

[satan]

oh and anoter one i wrote on my first day for shits and giggles :p

Bar hopping

How I long to meander from bar to bar
A sip of this
A swig of that
Till the sights I long to see start to swim
And the long awaited colors start to blur
How I long for the stench of urine filled rooms
Dark, smoky bars fill my dreams
Old men with Irish accents
Young boys with crooked teeth
Plague my desires like ghosts
But most of all:
How I long to hop from pub to pub

[Arianna Sedai]

Originally posted by satan
aww :blush: thanks.. but i don't know that i'd what to publish them.. tell you what.. when i die i'll leave all my poetry to you and you can publish it and make my kids rich k?


he he he, your Kids, maybe some "misfortune" will befall them and then i will be rich, hahhaha...
oh, unless i can be a godmoter, then i will be happy to allow them the money.....

[Meyley]

Emptiness I am
Emptiness you see
Devoid of substance
This hollow me
Barren, bleak and bare
My corrupted soul
You took something precious
I'm no longer whole

Emptiness I am
Emptiness you leave
Lacking in emotion
I cannot grieve
Shattered, torn and broken
My forgotten pain
You bruised something fragile
I am used again


I'll probably change that... hmm...

[satan]

wow.. thats so... i dunno.. i just like it

[Meyley]

thankyou... currently trying to set a chord structure to it so I can use it with my band... bit of a 5 minute job but I kinda like it!!
:D :blush:

[James]

the last two lines, "You bruised something fragile
I am used again," don't fit perfectly but still tis good and I couldn't think of words to replace those anyhow. Reminds me of my old stuff (*is far from a poet anyways bytheways*) :)

[nightfairy]

~hugs Meyley squeezily~
oh, I'm so glad you're back I've always adored your writing. :)

"you hold a light inside you that outshines the morning dew
and whosoever sees that light... well, that is up to you"
...nf

[jUstIn]

or so they said:
he's fucked in the head,
lets go have fun by ourselves....


just a little something i wrote recently

[Meyley]

::likes squeezily hugs!:::D :D :D

[Thecaptain420]

Damn meyley .. you r one sadhappy bitch man. I love your shit, its Fabulously Wicked.:dozey: U should post your own thread, cuz a person like you can prolly wizz off like 9 or 10 poems a day. The one were at the end it said im used again, dude... i almost shed a tear, and until now only the shit i write does that to me. its like you struck a nerve but it gave me a good feeling though, and I think you should write more cuz im already a fan.

[Meyley]

I'd like to see you bleed
I'd like to see you hurt
I'd like to make you feel like I do
I'd like to break you down
I'd like to tear you up
I'd like to make you feel like I do
You attack until I submit
Giving way to your aggression
Calculating every hit
Demonstrating your possession
When did I become owned by you
When did I lose the me I knew

oo-err far too bitter...

lets try for nicer...

I might want you, but I know I can live without you..
Maybe miss you, but I know I wont dream about you..
Dont get me wrong.. not like I dont think about you..
But I cant wait forever.. living in this never-never..

You can only make the daydream last so long before it fades....

You know promises can only be kept for so long..
Eventually things will change and the past will seem wrong..
Dont get me wrong.. not like I dont care about you..
But I wont wait forever.. living in this never never..

You can only make the daydream last so long before it fades..
Stare at beauty for too long.. you'll see it age...

Its hard to keep the faith when you're the only one who believes..
Wont wear my heart on my sleeve..
Gave up a long long time ago..
And hard to keep the pace when you cant be the one who breathes..
If you cant give me what I need..
I guess I have to let go..

I will only wait as long as I feel I want to..
I cant make you choose just who you want to belong to..
Dont get me wrong.. I'd like to be the one to have you..
But I wont wait forever.. living in your never-never

You can only make the daydream last so long before it fades..
Stare at beauty for too long.. you'll see it age..



I guess that's as nice as I can get!!

::goes off to find some happy pills.. in severe need of nicing up!!:::shattered :shattered

[nightfairy]

sleep, sleep, ye float, elusive
rendering my wit reclusive
when I finally surrender
you hold me close and dark and tender
why dost I hold thee at arms' length?
why can thou seepest from me strength?
I hold myself steady and true
but somehow I always return to you

~sheds a tear, and draws the sheets~

[nightfairy]

crazy kids they play that crap
fall into that age old trap
sip their wine and gettin' high
watching stars go by and by
mushroom lillies bloom in winter
rains of bloodrops caught a splinter
meeting friends and pick up beer
catch up with more and laugh and sneer
chase the ducks around the lake
hide from 5-0 on the take
blaze the fire, tall and proud
kick the boombox, dancing round
drama sparks and tempers fly
fuck me harder, 'neath the sky
waking wilder, morning wind
tangles hair and blows passed sin
hitch a ride and walk a while
fall into bed, and sleep in style
crazy kids, wandering free
I laugh again, 'cause it's just me

[wendy]

wow... wow.. NF, you is the funkmaster. Thats all I can say :-o And wow to you too Meyley :-o


if there is a world, made of underspaces
would someone give me a key?
cos I need a place to hide away
and that would suit me perfectly
between the lines
within the cracks
I could steal away
I would close my eyes
and stay real still
I could dream for a while

no one would see me
everyone would walk on by
that would suit me fine
for a while
I could learn many things
in the underspaces
if I thought real hard
maybe if I had enough years
I could know the why
the when
the how
and I could be wise
If I woke, I'd be silent
I wouldn't say a word
the secrets that I'd learned
would be too much to speak
I'd have to stay in the underspaces
just to sit and think
oh if there is a world of underspaces
would someone give me the key
cos I need a place to hide away
and that would suit me perfectly

[chronodmin]

.

[Elin]

Haven't looked in for a while... lots of nice poetry here. Wendy, yours was really good, and I like NF's as well. :)

Just have to make a comment on the archaic English in some of the poems, because sometimes ppl get it wrong and that sort of jars you out of the atmosphere of the poem, which is a pity.

"Thou" is the old singular second person pronoun. "Thee" is the object case. "Thy/thine" is the genitive case. You would use "thy" before a noun that begins with a consonant, as in "thy table", and "thine" before nouns that begin with h or a vowel, as in "thine apple". Same with "my/mine" in the first person ("mine" has practically disappeared these days). Also, you can use "ye" as the second person plural pronoun (if you like, "you" was also used).

Then we have the verbs. After "thou", you should end the verb with "-st". This should not be done after "I", which had a normal ending. So we have "I love thee", but "Thou lovest me". After third person singular, we should add "-th" to the verb, as in "He loveth me". None of the plural pronouns have special verb endings.

Actually, "thou" was originally the informal prounoun, and when you wanted to be polite you would use "you", which was then exclusively the second person plural. Sort of like "tu/vous" in French. But eventually "you" completely replaced "thou" and it only remained in religious writings and old poetry, so it came to be seen as old-fashioned and therefore more formal... It's pretty fascinating how the formal/informal poles got turned around. :)

Ok, sorry about the lecture, I just have a soft spot for grammar... :)

[wendy]

I really love yours Chrono, it's so vivid and full of great imagery.


This one has a rude word in it, cover your eyes! (I hope I used it correctly.. just kidding Elin :))

Your kiss tastes like spit, it tastes like smut
it tastes like dirt and I feel fucked
you say you love me
you say you care
then you shove me
and grab my hair
won't take no for an answer you say?
sorry hon it doesn't work that way.
lalalalaaaaa

*insert mad dash for freedom here*

lol :rolleyes:

[Elin]

Yeah, get out of that one, Wendy... (if it was autobiographical that is). :)

[nightfairy]

lol, yes Elin, thanks for the lesson (no sarcasm)
I dont even think I would have attempted all that silly ole language at all if I hadnt been half crazed with lack of sleep at the time. So we can just say it leant itself to the occasion, cant we? ;)

[Meyley]

I close my eyes and I can see the cracks
Your facade of white, painted over black
Your mask of truth, covering your lies
Your soul of deceit, with innocent eyes
I could handle honesty, I know
The truth may hurt, but its not a felling blow
But you lie because you think that I wont see
Keep your options open, using her and using me

[Meyley]

For every day you take from me
I'll take the same from you
The trust I placed, you violated
And all I feel is you
Sickened to my core
I close my eyes and all I see is you

Never will I find
The me I knew before
I feel as though the gods
Play games but keep the score
What else must I face
How much longer must I keep this pace?

Should I let them torture you?
Should I let go of the me I knew?
Should I let this situation
Be the primary dictation
Of the me that will get over this
Someday
Someday

I could hate you
For the things you've done
But I'd rather make you see

I would rather make you understand
Than feel the same as me.

[Dregs]

~hugs~

[satan]

~lightens poem thread up a bit~

Your arms are so welcoming
Waiting patiently for me
No matter how long I’m gone

Your embrace is fresh
Like the first time my body touched yours
Comforting as an old friend
Exciting as a new partner

I get chills when I think about you
And your warm sweet caress
Anticipating our next night together

I miss you when sleep around
It’s never the same
Never as good,
And yet I must cheat sometimes
For what kind of person would I be
If I brought my mattress everywhere with me?

[epiph]

I put you on a pedestal.
I made you my god,
the center of my world.
I made you my ideal,
I looked up to you.
You became my point of stability,
I made you older than you were,
a tea-stained north star.
You grew up for me.

Now I have to knock you off that pedestal,
even though I still think you deserve it.
I have to stop my faith in you,
break your centrifugal force,
I have to look down on you now,
see you as a child
who tried,
but couldn't grow up for me,
couldn't be a stable point.
I have to lose you now.


heh, the first of my break up poems...

[Arienn]

Man how come i haven't been here in so long?!? You people are brilliant and inspirational *nods*

that was all.

[wendy]

half awake in this fevered dream
where I stand on blades of sharpened reckoning
that cut my feet and bid me on
forward or back, ever and on
from all sides voices are calling
but time is still in this prison, my bed
where I am trapped
between the frozen wastelands that chill to the core
and the devouring fire that always demands more
I struggle to wake
though part of me knows
the waking will be worse
I know not which way to turn
and writhe in a torment of my own making
half in love and half in terror
and all in scorn
of myself
the creature who does not learn

[Corvus Corax]

two works I started once, but I know I'll never finish them,so here goes:

the first

the taming of the singing sun,
the leaving of forced tranquility,
it happenes fast, it has to come,
no day has immortality.

with a decadence of its own
the heat carreses all to kneel,
all motivation overthrown
this will end, can't you feel?

None dare to fear, the dark that rose
none dare to speak, the warning words
apathy is all that grows
apathy, for all, no worse

the dark has rissen, inevitably
holding he who holds captive fear
holding even his memory
there it is, the first tear

blown to shreds before it hits the ground
fear, it is released at last
bewilderment in all around
the chaos has come fast

the dark it eats itself
with ever growing apitite
untill the burner comes again
called savior, this time

the frightened world, it breathes again
it knows it had to be choked
before rebirth, you have to die
the truth of heat can be so cold

and thus the path, it starts again
none of this can be revoked
cycles turn, it is no lie
and thus, even the sun grows old




the second:

Lost in the darkest of forests
Lost on a walk we never planned to take
with only the lightening to show us,
hints of what we'd see by day
burning trees as it shows us
roaring thunders as it reminds us

Not to fear the burning trees
in a forest with an ever closing edge
not to feel lost
on a walk that leads nowhere


might as well