TRUTH'S Poems Page

[TRUTH]

I've decided to not clutter the entire Fiction Vault with my scribblings. But since I'm a wee bit narcissistic I don't like posting poems with other ppls. Hehe. So unless it's a special event I will post here and you all can compliment or carp.

[TRUTH]

She's a great fire burning
Says she's passion's flame
Torch my heart, sear my soul
I wanna burn for her
Dance in those sooty eyes
I'll sweat her like the desert
She'll be my supernova
My volcanic eruption
She's a match for my tinder
I'm wood for her fire
A burning bush of benediction
Floating in her lake of fire
I'll be burning down tonight

[satan]

very nice m'dear... lucky girl

[Jennifer]

Very passionate, TRUTH. Lucky lady indeed. :)

[Dregs]

Lucky TRUTH.

[satan]

indeed

[TRUTH]

Aphrodite calls me everyday
Talks to me in that way
Says perhaps and silly boy
Makes me laugh with simple joy
Laugh out loud at what she said
Thoughts of her spin 'round my head
Wears a pink dress when she dances
Tells me something in those glances
Sharing songs and swapping files
I'm losing ground to her wiles
Sing "Stupidly Happy", wear that grin
She's that game you have to win
Trading wishes thru the night
Fighting sleep with all our might
All those times when she's not there
Leave me with an empty stare
But here she is online I see
Internet Goddess resurrecting me

[Alexia]

*shudders at mention of pink dress* :D
You know lad, you really ought to make a whole book of all our poems and such and publish it. You do such amazingly descriptive work.
Anytime I read one of your poems, your words can actually form a picture in my mind - which is sadly lacking from many poems these days. When some poems simply describe something or attempt to put a picture into words that might rhyme, too often does the poet skim over depth.
So I say dammit, well done. I am a fan of your work and cannot wait to hear more. You've got my vote. :)

[epiph]

usually i hate rhyming...and REALLY hate couplets. but this is really well done, truth. the weave of the rhyme is great, and the couplets suit it. nice.

[TRUTH]

Alexia,

Thanks for your words! I always like hearing from you. You are too kind to me. Tell me more! About the pink dress; it's a message for someone. Hehe. Hidden meanings. I will have some more stuff up soon. There's one that I hope you will really like.


Epiph,

Praise from a master is delish. I love your work so much, that to have you take notice of mine is quite flattering. I know what you mean about rhyming. I never rhyme but this time it just kind of happened. Actually I was stunned that it happened but the words kind of flowed with a melody I had in my head.

PS. Satan turned me on to PVP thanks to you! It is too funny. I've been reading it 'til my eyes burned.

[TRUTH]

In my haunted life
Behind a vaulted door
The room I call my heart
What waits in the dark?
Phobos looking to be free
Don't turn the key
Lock it down, shut it down
Juxtapose my ghosts
They are legion defined
Order them, catalog them
Bend them to my will
Guard the heart from shadows
Spooks creeping from the past
Hear them, feel them
Reminding me of love's pain
Fleeting moments long gone
What is this I see?
A new specter in my halls
She's banishing my ghosts
Chimes tinkle in her laugh
Casting out my memories
An exorcist of demons
Her fist around my heart
A ghost of Love's future
The veil lifts, doubt is gone
My past is not the present
A different shade tantalizes me
Beauty's apparition holds my heart
Floating through my walls
Protected in her message
Love is all you need
The opposite of Fear
I'm sheltered in this vision

[TRUTH]

She's the rain on a summer day
So fresh and wonderful
She's snow on Christmas morn
Bringing something so magical
The brightest light in the city
Drawing people to her flame
Like opening night on Broadway
A festival of dreams
I'd send her lines of valentines
And sing her songs of love
She's like that movie
Where everyone stands and cheers
But never knowing, never grasping
Just loving it all the same
Yeah, she's that girl by Leonardo
The one Michael had to sculpt
In the prose that William chose
I'd give an ear for her as well
She's a barefoot dance by moonlight
So surreal and beautiful
She's just like your first kiss
So pure and memorable
I'll spend my days surely amazed
Standing in her summer rain

***movie line has been edited. Thanks to epiph for the help****

[Silver]

Wonderful poems! You can picture most of the things you're writing about. I believe the correct term is "imagery". *Feels special for knowing that* May I ask what your inspiration for them is? Or was....uh....yeah...

[epiph]

master!! hardly! :blush: i really like your work too, dude...it's the sort that's right up my alley. i like the spiraling feeling of "in my haunted life." and "lines of valentines"! such a great line! just rolls off my tongue. but if i may...seems like saying "she's kind of like a movie" is a little weak...the "kind of" at any rate...i like the idea though. i would just say "she's like" myself, but i know that sometimes that understated effect if actually what you're going for...

[TRUTH]

Originally posted by epiph
master!! hardly! :blush: i really like your work too, dude...it's the sort that's right up my alley. i like the spiraling feeling of "in my haunted life." and "lines of valentines"! such a great line! just rolls off my tongue. but if i may...seems like saying "she's kind of like a movie" is a little weak...the "kind of" at any rate...i like the idea though. i would just say "she's like" myself, but i know that sometimes that understated effect if actually what you're going for...

Hehe, i changed the movie line back and forth at least 3 times. It was the only line that gave me trouble.

2nd Edit*** Thanks to epiph for helping with a line. It's changed.

[Alexia]

Ooooh Truth! That haunted one was somewhat creepy. Sort of gave me chills down my spine as you get involved with it. Though I must say, I loved 'Summer Rain' best. Call me a pathetic romantic at heart, but it just made me smile and all. And believe me, if I can actually fathom the emotion to show feeling when reading or listening to something - that's damn good.
It would seem you also have a recurring theme of a lass in your poems. Though the way you make her out to be is somewhat enchanting - like she's not human, but more than human? I don't know... just the impression I get.
Though what can I say. Soon enough, words will not express my awe enough that I may already have spoken them. For now, I'll just clap muchly. *claps muchly* Well done, lad. :D

[TRUTH]

from Alexia

It would seem you also have a recurring theme of a lass in your poems. Though the way you make her out to be is somewhat enchanting - like she's not human, but more than human? I don't know... just the impression I get.

Lexi girlo, I always said you are one smart Aussette![B]

[Dregs]

I generally like your work, maybe because it is so descriptive and emotive, and there is the fact that I can relate to a lot of it, even if i don't understand it fully. However, the poem Haunted shat me to tears. Sorry, TRUTH, but every time I read it, the more I hate it.

I know you a little and I'm guessing you won't mind my criticism, but if you do, then I apologise, and I'll just stop reading Haunted.

:)

[TRUTH]

Originally posted by Dr Dregs
I generally like your work, maybe because it is so descriptive and emotive, and there is the fact that I can relate to a lot of it, even if i don't understand it fully. However, the poem Haunted shat me to tears. Sorry, TRUTH, but every time I read it, the more I hate it.

I know you a little and I'm guessing you won't mind my criticism, but if you do, then I apologise, and I'll just stop reading Haunted.

:)

NP Dregsy. I wrote that poem for me and wasn't gonna post it at all. I didn't think ppl would relate. What does "shat me to tears" mean anyway? LOL. Something like "made me wanna puke?"

[Dregs]

Sorry, "shat me to tears" means "pissed me off to the point of frustration" The first few lines really grate on me, and the rest shits me by being associated with the first few lines and the whole thing just doesn't work for me. I really can't say why, just that I don't like it.

[TRUTH]

Instead of posting a poem today I wanted to spout off a bit about poetry. I've gotten several PM's with questions and read several comments about my work here and there. By the number of hits on this thread I know a lot of ppl have read these things.

Anyway, I always enjoy feedback even if it's negative. Take Dregsy's comments on "Haunted Life". He hated it, really hated it. Am I hurt or offended? No way. Dregs likes most of the stuff I post so why would I be upset over that? "Haunted Life reads like insanity. It's supposed to. It will only reach a few ppl. I wrote that for me and me alone to be honest. To me it's profound. Some ppl liked it a lot. Satan said it's her favorite one my poems. Yeh, she's odd.

Poetry is what I do to bring balance to my life. I've been writing for about ten years, trying to finish various novels and the like. Somewhere in there I have completed about 4 manuscripts. My problem with writing is that I run off on another idea and start writing a different story before I complete the one at hand. Or because I write real life ppl into my fantasy, like a girlfriend, I get disgusted with the book when i no longer like the person I used as a character. Poetry is something I can finish and be satisfied with.

I usually write about a girl. Why? Because I love women. I don't mean just in a sexual sense. I love everything about them. I love the beauty in a woman's form. I love they way they smell. The way they feel. They are fascinating creatures. There is nothing more fun than being around a gaggle of women. You learn the most interesting things. So I write about women and love. I try to capture an ideal. The way romance and love should be thought of.
And I write about ones I know or have known. They are like a catalog in my mind and when the mood strikes I pull one out and write about her.

My style of writing is certainly unconventional I would say. I could write a haiku if you made me. A sonnet, probably. Iambic pentameter will not be happening. I do use a familiar style though. My poems are littered with pop and artistic references. They are symbols and metaphors. Signposts even, for specific ppl.
Sure they won't ever see them but it's important to have them in there to me. IE: "and the Sidewinders sang, about a thing called love" You might thinks it's a good line but if you were there that night in D.C. it would conjure a whole different image besides the obvious one of a band playing a song. Sometimes the signpost is just a shared phrase like, "Am I still your mother's favorite?"
I hardly ever rhyme. "Internet Goddess" was an exception. I don't really like rhyming usually but that poem was bursting to get out. I think Epiph is down with me on rhyming but she liked that one too. Speaking of epiph, if you have not checked out her website, you should. Plenty of excellent things to read there. It's linked to her profile so check it out.

You won't see me writing about birds or colors. It's not my thing. When I was in high school I wrote about death and war and glory. I don't do that anymore. I'm not Hemingway to recount the horror for the rest of my life. Once you see it you don't wanna share it. I do upon occassion write about Death as an entity. A female entity of course. Death holds no terror for me, I find her a delicious delight. That's a whole other discussion on it's own.

Silver asked me what my inspirations are and I think I've mentioned some of them. A big part of what I write is from pain. I think I told epiph that pain makes us beautiful and it's true. I'm like Captain Kirk in that I need my pain. We are formed in the crucible of pain. It teaches us the value of joy and beauty. My whole life I've been searching for those glimpses of something pure. Once in a while we all find those moments. Poetry helps me reach glimpse them even when I can't grasp them.

The last thing I want to say is that I write poetry because it's one form of artistry I can do. I stand in awe of painters, sculpters etc. I can't write music. I can play any song you want on a guitar but I can't write it. I can't even fathom how someone does. The written word is my expression. It's my canvas and on it I try to show you a picture. Sometimes I succeed. And more importantly for me is that I succeed for myself. But on here I do try to post poems that I think will reach a wider audience. I wish more ppl would post poetry. Unlike a story a poem is a piece of your spirit that you share with others. A good story can take you off and mesmerize you. A good poem can make your soul weep. Poetry can't really be right or wrong. It's only unappreciated by some and appreciated by others. Just my thoughts.

[TRUTH]

testing something

[Dregs]

It seems to me that most of your pain and most of your happiness stems from your r/ships with women. Obviously I don't know the full details, but is this a valid assumption? But I guess thats the impression that I get from reading your work, not from the conversations.

[epiph]

actually....iambic pentameter probably IS happening...because that's the natural flow of the english language...in general... ;)

[TRUTH]

Originally posted by epiph
actually....iambic pentameter probably IS happening...because that's the natural flow of the english language...in general... ;)

LOL, what's the word i'm looking for epiph? No wait You're telling me that I'm speaking in 5 beats per line? You're speaking of a Theory....You read too much of the Oxford Companion. Wait. Not that I would know what it says. LOL. Do you have to yank me around like that? I know you know what I meant. I must immediately find something to make fun of you with. Hmmm....

On a serious/fun note. Thanks again for the comic sites!

[wendy]

Its been ages since I've been to this part of the site sinc I have been really unpoetical lately. So its a pleasant surprise to find your thread here. I like the fire one and the internet one, I only skimmed the rest cos I like my poetry in small doses, but I'll be back.

[TRUTH]

*This may not be complete. Credit to the Rainmakers and credit to Amaia for inspiration. She helped and didn't know it. I may be altering some lines to this but here it is.

Rock and roll jukebox
Some band played
People are talking
And I'm just lost
Drifting through shadows
I'm long gone long
The day seems cold
This beer's a bit stale
Everything's wrong today
So much more to tell
Things I say, I say for you
Things I do, I do for you
Thoughts I have, all of you
I'm plugged in tight
And I'm wired to fry
Walking the razor's edge
Just hoping you'll be here
You can take my hand
Give me love with a smile
Let's dance this chance
'Til the end of days
We'll walk, we'll talk
Our hearts will meld
One more time, one more song
Something more than hope alone
A storybook end to a princess tale

[TRUTH]

Ok the above poem is not finished. After talking with Alexia I realize even more that I broke the flow when I changed some lines and deleted some words. This is what happens when it's a 5am posting sometimes.


This is what is supposed to happen: A person, (me, whomever) is in a fast paced real place. Things moving about then but this person is distracted thinking of other things (a girl, love, etc.)
The transition is supposed to take us to a "mental" place. And it is supposed to up the tempo again. Another observation Lexi made and she was right is that I sort of wrote 2 poems at once. Tis true, thoughts of another poem slipped in. I am shamed.

Anyway, I invite anyone to help with some lines if you can see where I was headed with this. Especially, Epiph, Dregs, Silver and Lexi. But anyone is welcome. I have to fix this or commit seppoku.

[epiph]

i don't really have any specific suggestions at the moment. i'll look again later when people aren't yelling at me to help them move. but i did have a thought that you seem to write a lot of long short lined poems. although the short lines work for the idea you're going for here, i was thinking you might experiment with longer lines some time.

[Dregs]

I have to agree with epiph there - you need to change the flow. Short and sharp lines are good and snappy, but I feel their less "meaty" i guess. In trying to be "fast paced", you've lost "guts" They lack oomph, and thats not what you are short of. Its like cooking japanese food when you really want steak: nice for a change, but a little unsatisfying.

[epiph]

that is such an uberly great comparison

[Dregs]

I think i should have said its like going to a restaurant that you know serves really good steak, only to be served sushi.....

Give me steak TRUTH, give it to me now!

[wendy]

Originally posted by TRUTH
Ok the above poem is not finished. After talking with Alexia I realize even more that I broke the flow when I changed some lines and deleted some words. This is what happens when it's a 5am posting sometimes.

heh I find that whenever I try and edit my poems to much make them better they usually lose a little something.

My suggestion is leave this poem until you are in the frame of mind and mood you were in when you first thought of it, and then return to it.

I love the "she's the rain on a summers day" poem. I'm not usually a fan of romantic poem's but you really have the knack.

And please don't commit sepuku. We just had the fiction vault floor cleaned...

[Dregs]

when are you going to write a poem about me, TRUTH?

[Jennifer]

:umm: :eek:

~shuts dregs and truth in the chat room closet together~

:D

[TRUTH]

You know I think I should write a poem about Amaia and Dregsy's unspoken love affair. Then I should lock them in the closet.

[Jennifer]

You know I think I should write a poem about Amaia and Dregsy's unspoken love affair. Then I should them in the closet.

Damn it...how come I'm always the LAST to know about these things? :grumbles:

[Alexia]

You're not completely the last. :dozey:

[Dregs]

Why is everyone trying to get me in a closet?