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Post by Cortana on Dec 7, 2005 23:40:52 GMT -5
Meh, everybody else is doing it. I might as well too.
After the waste land again bears fruit and again bears fruit and again bears fruit and again After the fruit no longer bears the labour and the labourious are brought to fruition and After the afterthought of all that is ended that now must begin Therein lies the waste of birth and birth of death. After all this Must Come what dreams; May the month of reforging Mais oui, le Mai, tu le connais, lecure, le monstre délicat! --Hypocrite lecture, --mon semblable, -- ma soeur! And she glances over her shoulder at the passing freeze for Winter commodities only one sense, nonsensical though it be for Autumn has a smell, a taste of leave, for Summer has a look, a smell of flour, for Winter has but tangent. The tangible, the Coldness in the glance in the passing in the Night in the end. End in the Beginning of the garden And the garden again And the garden again And the garden again And the waste.
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Post by darkhelmet on Dec 7, 2005 23:53:23 GMT -5
Meh, everybody else is doing it. I might as well too. After the waste land again bears fruit and again bears fruit and again bears fruit and again After the fruit no longer bears the labour and the labourious are brought to fruition and After the afterthought of all that is ended that now must begin Therein lies the waste of birth and birth of death. After all this Must Come what dreams; May the month of reforging Mais oui, le Mai, tu le connais, lecure, le monstre délicat! --Hypocrite lecture, --mon semblable, -- ma soeur! And she glances over her shoulder at the passing freeze for Winter commodities only one sense, nonsensical though it be for Autumn has a smell, a taste of leave, for Summer has a look, a smell of flour, for Winter has but tangent. The tangible, the Coldness in the glance in the passing in the Night in the end. End in the Beginning of the garden And the garden again And the garden again And the garden again And the waste. Hey... that looks oddly familiar...
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Post by Cortana on Dec 7, 2005 23:56:05 GMT -5
Hey... that looks oddly familiar... Eljay stalker.
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Post by mastab on Dec 8, 2005 0:12:53 GMT -5
Let's see who can guess what this is about.
Searing pain, blistering my eyes Stabbing my happiness with a flaming dagger Accursed beast, mocking my fear Tearing, thrashing, spitting, and laughing at me
This one is a joke, made in less than a minute =-)
(Actually, the joke in this one is so hard to get the discoverer will get a fishystick)
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Dec 8, 2005 9:07:14 GMT -5
It's about sex?
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Post by victorsinclaire on Dec 8, 2005 10:13:57 GMT -5
yay sex. jk i wouldnt know... yet.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Dec 23, 2005 17:33:29 GMT -5
Rain Rain, I love the rain It Makes Tiny Noises In my Brain
Rain Rain I can't stand the pain Any More Noise And I'll Go Insane.
Rain Rain It Just Won't Stop Killing my plants Disturbing my Crop
Rain Rain Now I can't Deal WTF, MATE I thought We's were real...
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Post by mastab on Dec 24, 2005 16:36:58 GMT -5
yay sex. jk i wouldnt know... yet. NO!!!! THE SSAT! Look for clues.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Dec 27, 2005 15:38:06 GMT -5
Let's see who can guess what this is about. Searing pain, blistering my eyes Stabbing my happiness with a flaming dagger Accursed beast, mocking my fear Tearing, thrashing, spitting, and laughing at me This one is a joke, made in less than a minute =-) (Actually, the joke in this one is so hard to get the discoverer will get a fishystick)
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Jan 2, 2006 23:35:44 GMT -5
My friend wrote this poem, and I thought it was pretty good, so:
They say at school, it's an education we'll recieve. 'Back to school' is what we think, when actually it's not what we perceived. Papers, lectures, pencils, writing... This entire time, we realize what we've been fighting.
Stuff your homework, papers, pencils, books... Getting everything in that backpack isn't as easy as it looks... Out the door you hear "have a nice day." You remember the quiz you studied for, and are pressured to get an 'A'.
Ten minutes you have, you know too well... Ten minutes you have before the late bell. Rush to first period, half way across the school... While you run you stumble, and feel like a fool.
Last minute touch-ups to your papers before correction... As you're jotting down your last minute answers, the teacher looks in your direction.
You stuff, and stuff your homework away... You feel uneasy as you get ready for your essay.
You finish your quiz and turn it in with haste... While making changes to your homework you forget where it was placed...
Much searching and digging leads you to find... Last weeks science project! But that's not what you had in mind.
Finally, and at last you pry and tear... The remains of your homework, which leaves you in despair.
"All that rushing for nothing" you tell yourself... You soon become angry and start tossing books from the shelf.
Just kidding! You don't, instead you hold it inside... Hoping your grade will come up as you turn in scraps of lost pride.
And again, let me declare your struggle... It's stress, not 'school' that you're forced to juggle.
- A poem by Kyle Peterson
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Post by WitchBoy on Jan 10, 2006 19:36:03 GMT -5
The Duelist-Me
A little dead man dancing body twisted and in pose And hanging in his putrid jaw, his rotting ghastly mouth, a dew glistened black rose
"Come hither" he said And despite the fact- That he was quite dead by some unknown fancy I felt compelled to act
A single step near his form and once more he spoke "I know that I escape the norm but my life was early ended in a single swift stroke"
"En Garde, Riposte! A great duelist I was While at a noble party I got a taste of my own As arrogance often does.
Upon the lips of local girls The ire of the locals I would earn their eyes and bouncing curls and the innocence of youth I could not help but to yearn
Once traversed upon however the fiance of another gent' I did not cease my endeavor His threats I shrugged off My death I didn't know he meant
Upon the gardens in which you stand While musing whimsically to the moon My demise he had already planned A very untimely ambush by steel Under that lunar entity I met my doom."
A sigh passed from his lips The rose now in his hand another detail caught my glimpse Shining in the subtle starlight 'Pon skeletal fingers a wedding band
"So what if I planned to take her?!" He screamed a retched scream "Her man was a worthless cur! He couldn't even challenge me! And took my life while in a dream!"
He returned to his calm composure Pointedly adjusting his tattered clothes "I guess you want some closure. If there is a lesson to be learned here I am quite sure that only heaven knows"
He politely bowed towards me His white arm waving farewell "I thank you for hearing my story" and with that the night enveloped him Dream or real the morning would tell
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Post by Cortana on Jan 10, 2006 22:07:48 GMT -5
That's really good. You should try sending it into a publication magazine, I bet they'd pick it up.
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Post by WitchBoy on Jan 10, 2006 22:13:21 GMT -5
Hm, I 'spose I could try.
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Post by mastab on Jan 11, 2006 1:20:04 GMT -5
I got something published once. IT was hella easy.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Mar 18, 2006 19:39:58 GMT -5
Dare I say for I have slipped the bonds of sanity
I feel the fallen tears run off my face
and further fall to the ground
Dare I see for I have closed my eyes
And lived my life blind
From the world all around
Dare I hear for i have learned to covered my ears
I try to hide from my pain
why is it to your touch I am bound?
I turn around and walk away,
from heaven and from hell
I don't need your hand to hold
for when it gets dark
But dare I dare one last time,
For people may say I have dared to much
But I say that I've yet to dare enough
~ my friend
Yea, my friend wants some feedback on her poem, so any will work.
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Post by gumby on Mar 29, 2006 23:05:38 GMT -5
i was so pissed and depressed when I wrote this. Have fun.
DESPERATE CRY ----- Everything a hole I fade into black Fall into nothing No more hope... Everythings a hole. I fade into black. Fall into nothing. Its all gone.
Every time Im closer Everything comes over Torrential rains And its cold outside And its leaking in To this hole I dug My grave is frozen Before I even climbed in Its cold outside Before my time And Im weary Ive given up Gave it my all for this nothing. You dont even say a word. Situation is your weapon.
And this whole time You never said a word You never had to Situation is your weapon.
Just load your mind gun And blast me away Im seeing xrays Nothings changed I see your smile And die; refrain, My untamed pain. Just load your mind gun. Blast me away.
I fade through black. Fall into nothing... Its all gone But its not yet done.
This trick black magic.. The sun in photo negative Positive collapsed Reality clicked the remote Everything changed From a Romance to a Horror Im dying now Its taking hold It wont let go And my sin eats me alive My confidence shattered Insecurities are hidden, But they're there. The sunset in photo negative.
And its cold outside. And its cold outside. And it's seeping in. Into my hole I dug. Freezing my coffin Before I jump in.
Im only half alive, And its cold outside. Every time I die, I rise again, less of a life. As I fade into black, And Im fading into black. Some twisted dream. Im fading into black. Fall into nothing. Everything's a hole. Some twisted drea. Unmatched nightmare.
Has reality written some new rule? Will my sanity kill the truth? Everythings a f***ing nightmare. And yet slit wrists my heart's still yours.
And its cold outside. And its seeping in. Into my hole. Before Im even in. Im choking on emotion And its cold outside. And its cold outside...
Would you catch me if I fall, Would you even look my way? Im falling down, Fading into black, Hoping for outstretched arms. Blood on the pavement Splatter in the cold stone. Shredding my tears, Eating my laughter, Saving my pain.
Would you even care? You dont even say a word. Not one god d*** thing. Amidst my pain, Blood red tears Begging you to love me back You never said a word And you dont f***ing have to. Just load your mind gun. Blast me away.
This trick black magic. This sun is photo negative. My happiness, what the hell hit me? Youre everything but you hardly know my name. Never say a word, you dont need to. Just load your f***ing mind gun Blast me to hell. At least Ill be warmer than now.
Its so cold outside. And its seeping in. Its so cold. Seeping into my coffin. Not even closed shut. Im still alive, Let me let go.
Its cold outside. So f***ing cold outside.
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Post by Leviticus on Aug 8, 2006 16:20:16 GMT -5
Wond'rous Thought...
Look to the sunrise, Each and every day. Veiled in misty blanket, It will light the way.
Walk along a path, Lined of oaken wood. Marvel at the thought of How long they have stood.
Stand at the edge, Of a cliff so high. And be humbled, By vast azure sky.
Soar like an eagle, O'er mountain peaks. Hear wond'rous sounds, Of the world, as it speaks.
Cherish the moments, That get your heart beating. And remember this, my friend... All bliss is fleeting.
-Levi
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Post by Leviticus on Aug 24, 2006 21:52:22 GMT -5
Come in from the real world for spell. This place, where budding poets dwell. Pull up a chair and take a seat, And listen to rhyme from thoughts replete.
Feel free to add your blossoming voice, To the rhyming discourse of your choice. For here we fellow travellers gather, To fill this hall with poetic lather.
Go on, my friend, let imagination soar. That innermost muse, let it roar. That other's yearning may be fixed, By reading the sing-song lines betwixed.
-Levi
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Post by eek on Aug 24, 2006 21:57:41 GMT -5
You've a wonderful way with words there, Levi.
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Post by Leviticus on Aug 24, 2006 21:59:18 GMT -5
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Post by WitchBoy on Aug 25, 2006 20:28:51 GMT -5
You aren't human. You're a greek statue. Bronze grayed by tarnish. Eyes of intoxicating spices. The gaze burns just as much as the general sears of your touch Was if that I asked too much? Or that I wanted to be nice? Is all that I saw varnish? To hide the chips? You aren't right.
Lonliness is a cruel gardener Never waits for the sun to rise Tears your heart from the soil Despite the soul's wilting cries The light always comes back But tragedy finds another star Temporary loss turns forever Once closeness will draw far Withering in a pale substitute On another distant soul-system
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Post by Avis on Sept 9, 2006 19:59:20 GMT -5
This isn't necassarily poetry, but I decided to post it here instead of make a new thread. This is by one of friends, and this is my favorite writing of hers.
"[inferiority]
The feeling of inferiority is both the best and the worst feeling in the entire world.
The bad just occurs much more often and is much more real.
It is the feeling you get when standing next to the love of your life, while they're thinking of theirs.
It's the feeling of knowing the truth that no one wants to hear from you.
The act of turning your music up as loud as it can go, to drown out everything you don't want to hear, because it won't dare stop in your favor.
It's the feeling of losing only to a face and name; not a personality or not a talent.
It's the times when others take for granted what you would kill to have for ten minutes.
The feeling� the fact�that the choices you make will not impact the world in the slightest bit, and it's the doubt that they ever will.
But on the other hand, inferiority can be bliss.
It's rare, and when it happens, it seems almost surreal; too much for the mind to comprehend.
But when it does happen, it is paradise.
It is the feeling of standing in front of the ocean.
It is the understanding of being so small in such a big world, because when that water ends, there are billions and billions of more faces just like yours.
It's soothing to know that the world does not, in fact, rest on your shoulders; but you, on its.
That sometimes, it's perfectly acceptable to sit back and enjoy the ride.
It makes you want to take a deep breath, close your eyes, and enjoy the moment, because even though we have problems that seem astronomical, the night air can carry them away from time to time as we remember how to inhale by ourselves.
It gives you freedom to do what you please, instead of what others say you should.
Because when we die, we will regret things that we did not do and not feeling those emotions we should have experienced more.
Worldly possessions will not always be so important.
It is not the money that holds our hand and assures us of its love.
It is not the designer clothing that will take care of us when we're sick.
It is not the sports car that will memorize all of your favorite songs.
It is not the paintings on our walls that hold us until we fall asleep.
I want to be inferior, as everyone in the world is inferior.
I want to live everyday of my life, instead of existing it.
To the world, I want to be inferior as everyone in the world is inferior.
But to one person, I want to be exceptional as no one else in the world is.
I want to be loved, held, cared for, memorized, and assured by someone equally as inferior as me, but so much more than that to me."
-Claire
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Post by Leviticus on Sept 10, 2006 17:13:39 GMT -5
Snow Yearning...
O' how I yearn, for a White blanket of snow. To be wrapped in its Warmth, all senses aglow.
The frost would burn My nose rosy red. Icicles... Spears of fire, Hang above my head.
To dance with delight, Over dazzling tundra of white. Frozen by the heat, of The sun's brilliant light.
This, my fellow travellers, Is what I miss the most. From my nostalgic home, To thus, I raise a toast.
-Levi
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Post by zarrexaij on Sept 15, 2006 20:14:02 GMT -5
Here's a crappy poem of mine I wrote in five or less minutes:
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Post by Leviticus on Sept 16, 2006 14:20:23 GMT -5
I liked that very much Zarr! Especially... " Wondering if the Abyss notices that my head is held low" Oh yes that will get you notice. Like when you're in class and a teacher asks a question that you want to avoid by shrinking down in your seat, but the teacher sees this and calls upon you. I also wish to say I'm sorry if my past posts to you seemed lacking of empathy... that was not my intention.
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