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JoeEuphonium

PostPosted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:09 am


Grumble Mumble Rumble Tumble!
My belly's speaking through this Jumble!
Feed Me, Feed Me, FEED ME NOW!
I'm so hungry I can eat a cow!
PostPosted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 5:16 am


I like what you wrote Joe it was cute.

Zercia


JoeEuphonium

PostPosted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 10:56 pm


ahh thank you zerc hehehe...see there is a cute good side to me also hehehe.
PostPosted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:28 pm


Warning this is depressing read at own risk


Sorrow pain and joy

Three demons in mirthful glee
hound my shoulders
and never let me be

they whisper in my ear
they twist my mind
they break my brain
they make me wonder if im insane

they steal my tears so that I have them not
they lock my body up when I need it the most
the make me laugh when I must not

and leave me to bear the costs alone

they haunt my dreams and torment my soul

they push others away who might free me of them
or worse replace them

leave me be oh demons three
give back my tears my heart and my laughter

oh leave me be evil demons three
who hound my shoulders
and never let me be


Broken wings

Have you ever seen a dream fly
way so way up into the sky
on mighty wings of hope and love
it knows no limits
it shuns the shackles of reality
and soars as high as it can

only when it nears the ground can it be caught
can it be chained and hurt
when it falls prey to the lure of another heart to share itself with
only then is it vulnerable
and only then can its wings be broken

only through broken wings can it learn how to mend and change
only when the world is close can it give up its wings
so that another may fly again


Blackie the dragon

hear be the tale of one of he
who hides in my head
guarding my dreams

his breath is atrocious
his mind is quite simple
his emotions are raw
though he is small in size he is big in heart

sleeping on the coffin
and purring sadly
he does not understand why I am hurt
he just knows its partly his fault

so down his head lays for a very long time
the tear in his eye sparkling crystalline


Puck the mischievous

lithe in body and quick of wit
sharp of tongue and devious in nature
always and forever scheming
plotting new tricks
its not very hard
to see what makes him tick

no remorse for him you see
at least thought he
when it came down to the truth
tricks broken and scattered to the wind
his heart he is unable to mend


Thanatos Nosveratos

Shades and a smile
flipping a zip to burn one
hair slicked back and a sense of danger about him
it draws you like a moth to a flame
wondering what’s under the shades you take a peek
and behind those blue eyes you can see
oceans of sorrow
and seas of pain

looking again you see the pain in the smile
and the shaking in his hands
stubbing out a smoke he reaches for another from the empty pack
not finding one in the pack he sits and stares out from inside his shades
no ones home any more
leave the empty shell be the light in it has gone away
close the zippo for him and let him be


Cowboy

spurs in hand
and saddle bag over his shoulder
he wearily returns
there’s no smile in his eyes at this homecoming
the first to know and the hardest hit
his steely will and strong heart are all that keeps him moving
hanging up his hat
and untying his bandanna
reveal the steaks in the dirt on his face
his grey eyes are shot through
and his voice is ragged

as the bags fall one opens spilling out
a worn hammock

the spurs fall from his hand
he sits at the door to his room to
weep openly for that which is lost


Old man by the sea


Musty tomes litter the floor
burnt remains of candles keep them company

in a corner the sound of pages flipping can be heard
muttering not here not here
over a shoulder a book flies
another comes of the shelf as if by magic to the open hand

searching seeking wanting and weeping he looks to deny all that has been said
finding naught but truth after truth he yeilds his search and clings to one small notebook
tears stain the cover and the pages are well worn
he holds it his cherished possession and blindly stares at it unable to read what is in there for the last of the candles
has burnt out leaving him in darkness again


Nosveratos Thanatos

trapped within he lies unaware of what has transpired
none will answer his calls for help or understanding
he senses the sorrow and the pain of his companions and gleams the truth from theirs wailing minds

slowing himself down he slips into a state of un-death
to await the one who calls him out into existence



im jotting these down here so they don't get lost i cant really explain whats going on y'all sorry if im worrying people have no fear im not gonna dissapear or anything im just dealing with a rough time at the moment

Nochdguir


Zercia

PostPosted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:09 pm


Thanks for sharing your words nochdguir.

They touched me.
PostPosted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:38 am


The Jester - A Poem
by Only October Girl

There’s more to me than juggling balls,
More to me than three-belled hats,
There’s more to me, unlike Their pit falls,
More to me, unseen by the brickbats.

I juggle, spout witty prose,
Lounge like a dog at mans’ feet,
I dress up in garish clothes,
And keep my job by no repeats.

They laugh, they jeer, without a care,
Diamonds gleam as they swill champagne,
I watch all this and ‘tis truly unfair,
Decent folk suffer, the rich surely reign.

CuppaT


craftymama

PostPosted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 11:53 am


Here is a site to the school I am taking my writing course through. They have some great stuff for writers of any kind. Institute of Children's Lit

Here is the link to the page for poets and their poetry specificaly if anyone is interested: Poetry Index


I am good at a lot of stuff but poetry isn't one of my fortes sadly so I'll just sit back and let you amazing word smiths weave your magic!
PostPosted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 7:34 pm


Although I wrote this poem last year, it is still one of my most recent works. The rhyming scheme is a bit simplistic compared to other pieces I have written, but I think it might be worth reading all the same. sweatdrop



I lie alone and wait
Longing for your embrace

Overcome by feelings
My head begins reeling

You were my forever
Now it may be never

What was once certainty
Becomes this insanity

Hope is always fleeting
My heart has stopped beating

Nothing left but a shell
Trapped inside my own hell

These memories grow cold
Doubt creeps in through this hole

In the blink of an eye
My soul begins to die

This heart is broken
Its remains now frozen

Ice falling to the floor
I break apart once more

Devastated again
All things come to an end

Just look and you will see
There is no trace of me  

amaeli


JoeEuphonium

PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 12:15 am


*HUGS* its a great poem but one that needs a huggle at the end of it
PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:25 am


wow very emotive, the last two lines were killer. Makes me think of times when I felt similar to that as well. Good work amaeli 3nodding

Rajeshri Anjal


amaeli

PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:45 pm


Aww...thank you, you two. whee I tend to write so I do not have to keep whatever I happen to be feeling at the moment hidden away deep inside where it can fester over time and slowly kill me from within. Once I have poured everything out of me onto the page, I need not worry myself with thinking about it anymore. 3nodding
 
PostPosted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 10:35 pm


(Please bear with me as this has not been pre-written and I am just hoping to get some venting out via this forum.. If it's not any good just ignore it k?)

My head is pounding
Temples throbbing
Stomach wrenching
And tons of sobbing

This over whelming cluster-f^@%
with not an end in sight
My world was finally looking up
all till the other night...

So many people hurting
Most in worst shape than me
Yet how this all will affect my kids
Is all I can seem to see...

The divorce is finally final
Signed and dated on V-day
But now I'm in the middle again
And my heart I must obey

I want so badly to have a happy ending
But there will never be a way
Cause hate and anger linger
and Love will surely stay...



(for those of you who are wondering first and foremost I really don't want to chat about this.. which I know is kind of retarded.. I mean to post about it but not at the same time.. I'm too nosy and curious and it bugs me when others do it.. See I really am just a hypocrite sweatdrop lol but I just needed to try and get some of it out.. And if it doesn't make any sense? Well then blame it on the sleeping pills I"m doped up on lol. Love you guys.. I'll see you around I'm sure..)

ErinsChaos


TalioAngelus

PostPosted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 12:04 am


I've written dozens of poems but only a handful I actually like. Many times I've gotten interesting responses from this particular poem, though please forgive the underlying feeling of depression... I wrote it years ago when I still had some spark of youth left.

Final Hour

I found you through my looking glass,
Clearly dreary soaked in death,
Swimming sanely among the mass
Waiting for your final breath.........

No one needs the nicely knowing,
For all facts are freely fleeting.
Soothing sights cause some slowing,
Roughly written while retreating.

Petals pile and pieces pass,
Lovely lives long lamented.
Daisies grow along the grass,
Flowers found but all unscented.

All alone I see you follow,
Fading voices violate my mind.
You're the field left hallow,
You're one of my kind.

Pleading people plague the past,
A monster's mercy to the test,
Fires flow feeding famine,
Life destroyed, just a pest.

The image begins to blur.

Here before me; you now are.

Face to Face we meet Fiercely.

Hatred hears no words.

Death determines who will die...
But who will live?
When you are I.
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