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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:50 pm
Yes, this will be for my assorted poetry.
Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
3nodding
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:53 pm
Jatropha Berlandieri
Ruminating in velvet ruts,
cognitive impairments struggling
to comprehend as a flower of
cliches blooms in the desert.
This one and quite a few of the ones that follow are quite random.
I play this game where I sit for 5 minutes and write down all the workds that pop into my head, and then write a poem that has to include all of them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:53 pm
Let's Be Schizophrenic
Let's play Devils Advocate,
and make disillusioned doodles
on (oh, how avant garde) cadavers.
Let's climax together,
shaking with spasmodic relief,
convert the comatose, watch the
resurgence of newspaper
ransom notes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:56 pm
Relax And Recap And Relapse
Come watch the rhythm and
rhyme of unrequited
love, see the emasculated
extract revenge on
our unsuspecting
Hollywood heroine.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:57 pm
Semi-Fictions
Let's describe me as
the new kid, boring
the masses with stories
of airplanes and Hawaii,
estranged with my
polaroids and comedic
timing, me necrophobia
marking me cracked.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:59 pm
Artificial Friend
Who am I?
The not-so-plain Jane
that you forgot about,
the girl in the back of
the class with the striped
socks and stars in her eyes,
the dreamer, the keener,
the make-believer,
the writer, the liar,
the first to conspire,
hiding behind masks
and singing indie to the pages
of her poems?
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:59 pm
Act Appalled
I
feel assassinated, my
last words left as an
echo for no one to hear.
He
holds his funny bone in
a cashmere sling, humor
and humors deteriorating,
a merchant selling hooks,
lines and sinkers.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:01 pm
They're Not Like Us
She sits there
wistfully dreaming
of skin and bones,
her passion the only
thing hanging on her
body, clinging to ribs
and femurs,
sitting on lifeless
flesh, radiating
from sunken eyes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:01 pm
Chocolate
Into darkness
I was led
Taken by the hand
and forcefully fed
dripping confections,
bittersweet,
rum-soaked deceptions
for me to eat.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:03 pm
Fantasize
I have this delicious little fantasy about the boy who sits behind me.
I would be sitting quietly in my desk
when he makes some smart-aleck comment
recieveing titters of laughter from the other girls.
I knew it was the right moment.
I gently place my pen down,
and slowly, slowly turn to face him.
A tiny smile creeps across my face.
The boy stops his constant chatter when he sees me carefully,
almost lovingly,
examining his face.
Just as I'd imagined, he got that slightly surprised look,
and then let that little smirk settle itself on his lips.
Our eyes held each others for a moment,
mine calm and his probing, curious.
He tilted his head slightly, an unspoken question.
I inhaled, and opened my mouth to speak.
"Will you..."
I paused,
and then continued.
"Shut your ******** mouth for once,
you disgusting moron."
His jaw dropped,
and there was silence
as I turned back
and picked up my pen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:04 pm
My Room, So To Speak
So different from any other room,
mine is;
My walls are of sky, and my floor of the sea.
A bed is held aloft, caught in between two places,
mind un-made;
My clothes,
delicious whirlwinds of colour pouring from my closet,
dripping off hangers as hanging flowers;
Paintings and poems,
children of my boredom,
held down by coloured tacks on those walls of sky;
Magazine ads,
a parade of art and oddity line my canvas of a ceiling;
On my vanity
(that everlasting well of delight and dissatisfaction),
amidst makeup and nailpolish,
camoflauge against the world,
is a rose
housed in a wine bottle,
my smile in the morning and my comfort at night,
a constant reminder.
The cd player, my personal concerts,
the dresser, an alter to fashion.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:07 pm
Harlequin Girl
Painted wings on a back bent with sorrow,
looking to the sky and waiting for tomorrow.
Harlequin-girl, how come you're so sad?
Are you remembering all the chances you'd had,
going over each in your head and thinking
"that's too bad, that’s too bad"?
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:09 pm
She Misses His Kisses
My lips have been cut by your words and your kisses
And I’m counting the score, all your hits and your misses.
How long have I suffered?
How long have I dreamt
Of the old times, the good times, when you'd whisper and tempt?
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:10 pm
Resurrection
A full golden moon
Sick with the knowledge
Of its coming death
Unknowing
Of a rebirth
Mere hours away
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:15 pm
Verbal Virus
I wish I could throw-up so all of the words would come out
Splattered on the floor like a new-age mural
Saying all the things I should have said before
So I could just stumble off all weak and miserable again
And leave my mess for someone else to clean up.
Can you stop this sick I’m getting, this virus in my brain?
It's stopping my limbs and I’m feeling quite lame.
All I do is stare at myself in the looking glass
Because these fevered cheeks can tell the whole story.
So I regret to inform you that I’m rather unwell
Puking in buckets, and I feel like Hell
Muttering profanities under my breath
And I know in my heart I’ve failed the test
At rest with the best who've all followed suit.
Delirium has painted you a far prettier picture
Of flounders and peacocks and strumming guitar strings
Kaleidoscope, Insidescope,
I’m teetering on this tightrope
Catch me before I hurt myself more
Broken heart and bones tangled on the floor.
Sewing myself a new emotion with no name
'Cause my heart is under house arrest again
Maybe I’ll sew my mouth shut in the process, and solve a lot of problems
My brain's feeling high, but my body wants to die
And these rhymes don't come like they used to.
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