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 Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 11:46 am
Technically poetry is a type of art, so I decided to make a poetry thread. xD
I'll start:
I dedicate this to you
The man who's not my father
Is not a man at all
But a snail hiding in it's shell
Full of important people and business
Withering away in anger
And frusteration
The man that makes me want to cry
To be scared of
The man that makes me want to die
To be there to shove
My brothers and I
Away from himself
Away from my mom and his
Business
As I drift through many worlds
I'm a nutritionist on drugs
I'm a coast to coast
On air radio station
To all the people out their
The people of the world
To all the old business
Men of this world
This news broadcast is
Dedicated to you and
Everything you put me and Steve through
To all the queers
To all the rednecks
To all the moms and dads
To all the musicians
Where the world takes a
Bite of our soul
And spits it out into
A different place every time
Where 13-year-olds watch
Pornography
Where man sell 4-year-girls
And sex slaves
Where the main road leads us
Where the lost kid goes
Where ambulance take you away
Where the rainbow goes
Where stars come from
Where's Waldo?
Where deers are shot
Where we came from
Where guns are cocked
Where Halloway was murdered
Where old people fall
Asleep on the road
Where the first piano was made
Where the first rock song was played
Where we dance and sing
And throw out lives away
Where we live to see another day
To all the men, women and
children out there
I dedicate this to you
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:30 pm
Liar.
Maybe it was just a trick,
Loving someone makes me sick,
Let me go, and let me free,
Give me something to believe,
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 11:47 am
Nightmare
Dead before he hits the ground
A little boy screams
No one even hears the sound
No one’s there to spot the scene
His mother doesn’t care
That his father’s hands are bloody
Sick and twisted as she is
She thinks his death is funny
His father is the only one
Who mourns over what he’s done
He walks into the desert night
And buries his own son
The memories still haunt him
After twenty years in hell
Of course he still walks the earth
He never really fell
He’s stuck inside
His own head
That is where
He’s really dead
He now resides in a foam-made room
He ruined his whole life
When he got home that night
He killed his crazy wife
It’s not his fault
She grabbed for a knife
He just grabbed a shotgun
And protected his life
They caught him red handed
Literally, not expression
After his dirty work was done
He went into confession
Dead before he hit the ground
His son had once screamed
But that was just him
As he lay in bed and dreamed
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 2:43 pm
Secrets
What are they hiding?
What secrets lay inside?
I see it in their eyes
The lies,
The deception,
Things they cannot tell.
This world is full of people,
People full of secrets,
Secrets never shared.
I see it in their eyes,
The lies,
The deception,
Things they will not tell.
Words.
That's all a secret is:
Words that must remain hidden.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:32 am
All of your poetry here is sad. Why does it have to be that way? (: Love is a wonderous thing, you know.
This one is just called: Love
"Love is great, love is grand, It follows you across the land. Rivers, streams and oceans blue, Cannot part a love that's true. Today that love you will prove, A ring you'll give and never remove. A kiss to seal a vow so special, From lips soft like a rose petal. A life together long and true, May happiness always be with you."
This one is called: My Homies.
"These people aren't just unique.
These people helped make me.
They pick me up whenever I fall.
They glue me together in no time at all.
Without these people there is no "Me".
Theres only what you think you see.
I'm a master of disguise, quietly I hide behind my lies.
Waiting for some smart soul to figure me out, but I'm just, I guess to complex.
Regrets, I have many, much too many to count.
They're part of the lies you know nothing about.
I'll just light up my cigarette and pretend to forget.
Past is past, leave it at that.
No opening doors you can't rehatch.
They say keep out yet these bold souls defy, because they truely want to know what's inside.
I love these people like brothers and sisters, I'll heart them out before Misses or Misters.
Biogically you may call us friends, but our family of love will never end.
I may take a bullet for my Mom or Dad, but these people for them, I'll take an axe. Bloods thicker then water, I'll give you that, but faygo beats both so pass the axe!"
I wrote this one for the Two Year Memorial of my brothers death. It's called: Two Years.
"I miss you big brother, more and more each day.
If I had done one thing right, would you still be here today?
I love you big brother, please tell me you know.
I know this sounds stupid, but I still can't let you go.
Why did you have to leave me? I love you big brother.
I can't believe your gone, neither can our mother.
It's harder for us as every day goes by, We miss your smile, your laugh, but you'll always be by our side.
It's time to let you go, you did what you wanted to.
I just wanted to remind you big brother,
I'll always love you."
I have more, let me know if you want to read them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:29 pm
She's Dedicated to roses
She will recall
How Nero’s hands fell upon the Lyre
And his gaze burnt down Rome
If it keeps you away
She will throw herself into humiliation’s arms
If it keeps you away
She will make it her duty to stay the warmth,
She will burn her lips with fiery falsehoods
If it keeps you away
Divert your eyes dear
For no one should know that
She’s dedicated to roses
Any constructive criticism would be appreciated,
don't be shy about it I won't cry and get upset ;]
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:02 pm
Lyrics to a song I did as a homage to the song that changed my musical perspectives in my current musical project.
I've learrned to wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
and I find myself living my life like the captain of a sinking ship
the one thing that I can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor, I suggest you stay fair with me
plan on payin' dues for a decade plus,
until then I'm just another face on the bus
tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
dreamin 'bout the mic and the life and the people
oh Dad, I'm telling you I'm gonna be large
someday I'm gonna stop trying to borrow your car
gonna go far, with charisma and skill
Don't care if they put my face they put my face on the million dollar
bill
atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
but s**t, it's some of the deepest music I ever heard,
and if you didn't hear, ******** you for stealing my words
I think you have a sickness, and I suggest you get it cured
caught up in the mix, dealing with pretentious and shallow pricks
I'm gonna hobble down the street and as I pass snob creek I'll hold my head high,
while screaming, "Its not that I don't like you, I just don't wish to speak!"
you ******** freak!
now keep your days out my week,
The truest thing I ever heard was Slug speak:
"the world keeps a balance, through mathematics
defined by whatever you've added and subtracted"
So I'll take his advice and push on the hammer, to trigger the brain
embrace how I live it, because it's true that God loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
once upon a time in Shawano Wisconsin.
There wasn't even a show to steal
no stage to be stepped on, why is it?
Anyway, back to the point.
My name is Tot I've come to kill a couple minutes
what"s up with the way everyone has to put each other down
so they can get themselves to feel sound
if its all about getting down with the get down
Then I'm not going to bother waiting for these fools to sit down!
appears more clear in its simplest form
nobody sees tears unless I'm in the eye of the storm
abandoning the norm, and helping with the harvest
learning to measure the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
I've learned the sacred ways of how to play the game
when the soldiers start getting irrational
I'll snatch the egg, to stop the hatching
wont let it happen
So take this captain to the gallows
I keep steering us into an area that's shallow
cursing at my shadow, he advised me not to worry
he said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
so give me some light, a little love and some liquid
I'm gonna creep through the night
and hide in the thicket
and when the water grows
and the dam starts to overflow
I"ll float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly. god loves ugly.
why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
Have another bowl of ******** ice cream
or be the poor ******** caught in my high beams
I always roll with the brights on, and you'll be scared stiff
when reality is just too much to bear with
paranoid, walkin around careless
you're probably in love with your therapist
Detonate my little time bomb
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:08 pm
Well, I'm unable to find the only decent poem I've ever written, but here's one of my favorite poems of all time.
A Psalm of Life: by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
((popular I know, but it's great :]))
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:22 pm
[Small-Wisper] Well, I'm unable to find the only decent poem I've ever written, but here's one of my favorite poems of all time.
A Psalm of Life: by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
((popular I know, but it's great :]))
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait. Kudos for the Longfellow :]
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 6:27 pm
Pain does not exist... Treacherous Slopes of Reason
Well we were living on the edge of reason.
Nowhere to go but back.
And as I looked behind, I saw the river of Denial.
And when I looked forward, I saw the canyon of Despair.
And when you looked at me I saw the fiery pit of Hope in your eyes.
I took my first step into insanity.
I took my first step into the fire with you.
I drowned myself in those eyes.
I drowned myself in your hope.
We are living in euphoria.
Despair and Denial have long eroded and been weathered down.
I was nowhere good without you.
I now live everywhere great with you. ...in my dojo
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 6:29 pm
Pain does not exist... Silent Star Explosion
I sit, sipping a cup of something to forget. Something to slow my heart's beating, stop it in it's tracks. Steep for five minutes, seven for that extra potency. Slumber long, slumber hard. For all you know it's true.
Really I sit here sipping a relaxer to calm my shaking nerves and whiten my blushing crimson face. Love, love, I need love baby. I got love baby. You will not care, but I feel like bragging. It's my right at this point.
Soul food and Soul music and herbal teas flood my veins. Mixing flavorful with sweets of nothings whispered and shouted and giggled across miles. I am adorable, I am sexy, and I am not yours. Be Jealous.
These things and more you are missing. These things and more I wish to tell you. I am happy, and I am at rest, and I am not a breathing doll anymore. I am alive and my heart keeps beating, and pumping my blood.
You miss it all, the day to day change. It matters naught, but sometimes I feel a slight twinge where our friendship should be. A knife wound in my heart that never quite healed right. Maybe he has the salve, maybe not.
So keep silent my explosion, my stardust. I'll keep you at the edge of your seat. What will she do next? Why can't I know anymore. You will rue the day when you made the choice that took you away from me.
A toast to you, oh wandering silence, I drink it deep. A calm infusion of herbs either stills my beating heart, or stills my beating lust. You may never know. But know this; I will never speak to you again....in my dojo
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 6:31 pm
Pain does not exist... Screaming Into A Vacuum Causes Only Silence and Dustless Throats
I haven't felt this way in a long while. I shut my doors and answer people in one word sentences, ended with a poignant strict period. I wonder if they'll notice. Either they don't, or they would rather not ask what's wrong. What's the use? She's just looking for attention. She's just being selfish.
... No. No. No. ...
Damn right I'm being selfish! Don't I have that right just every once in awhile. I like to be in the limelight just so often too! I want love and caring sympathy. Just because I don't have problems of the pitiable kind or ecstatic stories of triumph and success, doesn't mean I should be neglected. I want your eyes on me! I want to feel like I'm here too!
... Look here! Look here! Look here!...
Clouds go by quickly, and though they look like they have substance, a tangible handful of cotton, we know they are nothing but steam. Water that will condense and slip out of your hands. I do not like being your cloud. I do not like disappearing when you notice me. I do not like being your little ghost, moaning in the rafters, hoping someone will help me move on. But the chant goes on and on
...notice me, notice me, notice me...
It's been awhile since I've been here. i say that all the time, but the truth is I'm here all the time. The emotions seem different, the people, the situations. But the fundamentals of it all stem from the same place. I disappear more everyday. I become mundane, commonplace, nothing special. I become 'that girl', 'her', 'a friend'. I am no longer, 'my best friend', 'the coolest person you'll ever meet', 'my lover'. That goofy embarrassed grin has not crossed your face lately when you speak of me. I no longer excite you. I no longer make you nervous. You look like a widow, you've lost your love and can never get her back.
... I'm here! I'm here! just notice me...
I ask you stupid little questions, hoping you'll ask them back, so I can give you the brutally honest answer that might make you remember I'm there. You either are an expert at understanding these perfectly hidden traps and so dodge them by never asking (or even thinking about what it means) or you don't care enough and just feel like answering my questions and getting on with it. I do love you. I do like you. I don't like you. I hate you. In increments we've started sliding backwards, when will you save me from backwards sliding down this treacherous slope?
... HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME!...
Kiss me. Tell me there's no more passion. Tell me you'll love me forever. Leave me. Make me know, you know I exist. Make me feel like I occupy your mind sometime, even when I'm not there. Send me flowers, send me death wishes. Send me to the moon with that look in your eyes, send me to the gutter with that dismissal sitting dirty on your tongue. Crucify me. Lay me down. Nail me to the bed. Just do something.
... No. Look here! notice me, I'm here! HELP ME! I love you...
...I Love You...
((btw, these are going back in time... The first one I posted was my most recent, having been written 2 days ago, and this one was written a month or so ago...))...in my dojo
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:01 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:53 am
What is Real
by Signature Fairy
there's a silent voice in the wind
something secret
a different language?
I do not know
something distant far from breath and stars
beyond the moon, a gifted message
who would send this
are they desperate?
something too high, too low
for my soul to hear
Such a dark, stormy night
if i reach out, I'll fall down again
no door could save my life
no one grasps who i am
In this chaos world
where what was nothing is something
and is real
what is real
do you smile at my tears
as they fall from my cheek
and cry when i rejoice?
every moment i am lost
only thought would keep you near
not a sound, i can not speak
I make mistakes, after every choice
no decision will make anything clear
my brain can hold what i know
and when the secret fills my head
the words fly out my ear
no matter what i fear
such a dark, stormy night
if i reach out, I'll fall down again
no door could save my life
no one grasps who i am
In this chaos world
where nothing is something
and is real
what is real
No more, Please no more...
It's not here, no reality...
I want unlocked from this dream
This feels all wrong...
paint my way to be free...
put me back where i belong
a safe place where i do not scream
In the shining light
underneathe the sun and sky
That is real
What is real
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:14 am
Trail of the Wound
by signature fairy
note: this is old.
Somehow in the light of day
I still have this sadness
I know deep down
This is not the path for me
I only dream of his presence
You may not see this wound
For it is hidden deep within
But I feel it all the time
Why won’t it just go away?
I don’t know what to do
Something dear is missin’
I carried this burnt out candle
For many long years
I forget when it was first lit
But I still have these tears
I am lost in this forest
I feel so small so little
I do not see my way out
I forget when I entered
No one will hear me if I shout
Inside out I’m injured
I just want this to end
Here I’m always alone
I don’t know how to get this wound to mend
But I know only I must do it on my own
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