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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:19 am
Here's a thread for random poetry, prose, or just plain rambeling, I suppose.
Oh, and original poetry only, please.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:23 am
"You will make a woman very happy one day..."
"You will find love, don't worry."
All words I hear too often, but they never seen to ring true.
Every day that passes is another day lost,
A day that could have been spent with my supposed love to come.
But that day, the day which makes all seem like nothing...
Never seems to come. I try so hard to be patient...
Every day is a day that could have been spend with my love,
If I could but find here before I the days runs short.
Will it come..?
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 12:02 pm
I'll probably regret posting this, but I'll do it anyways. confused I wrote it years ago.
Knowing soon the blood will flow
through my veins all the way home.
He will c** during this show,
and push me till I moan.
Will he stop or will he hit that spot?
I hope he stops at times
and then at times I hope he won't stop.
His words in my ears rhyme
and I wish
for the bleeding to stop.
Wish for it; Wish for the door
to open and the mop
to clean up the blood
to disapear 'cause
its not needed. But
it is lust not love.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 12:03 pm
Pretty good. A lot like how I feel right now...
Here's one I wrote while back for my best friend...
I sit in silence.
I sit and wait, watching.
There she is, the brightest.
The brightest of only a few.
The few who allways are,
But the individuals coming and going.
And yet, she has been the longest.
I cannot recall one for whom I felt-
As much as I did before her.
Once one of three, she is the last.
And yet- she does not see.
Younger than me, but I am young, too.
And yet, I've lived just long enough.
Enough to realize... how long for her?
How long before she sees, how long?
Will she see?
She must. No concept has ever eleuded her.
None has ever passed by her keen will and wits.
But what about now?
I pray that she comes to know what I allready do.
The concepts, I'm sure she's heard them.
But the mean nothing without experience.
So I sit, and watch, waiting.
In silence, and in darkness.
Such a beauty, such that I've never seen.
Beauty that is flawed, just enough to be true.
Like no other, she is the emblem of beauty.
Her voice is the sweet neckter I long to taste.
Her appearance is intoxicating, the finest incense.
Her touch... her touch I cannot bear-
Without loosing myself to her.
Her presence alone drives a man to his knees.
But she seeks what will not last-
The greatest of feelings, but short.
It comes in different forms, and, sadly...
I remember being where she is now.
What she seeks. How long will it be..?
Until she realizes.
I know she will- but when?
When, oh goddess, when?
When will you bestow your kiss upon me once more?
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 10:43 pm
Demons Play
Darkness swallows the outside
No more light.
Blood and rage splatters on the ground.
The demons have now come out to play.
Roaring fires, kills the innocent,
Blood stains my knife.
Is it life? or is it death?
Will i die tonight?
Too many per minute!
The struggles!
The hell!
Yes, the demons have now come out to play.
Who is next?
Torcher or death?
I musnt cry,
They can smell my tears and sweat.
Sweat drips down your cheek.
Oh how i wish it was me.
They could smell it.
If only it were me!
But now, your dead.
Dead as can be.
For the demons...had come out to play.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 9:36 am
This is more of a song than a poem it's one of the favorites that I've created all the same.
He doesn't really matter
He doesn't really matter to me
He said he loved my curls, curves, my body
Even said he loved me
Laid my curls across his chest one night
Asked him if everything was alright
I waited, and waited
Said he didn't really love me
Promised he had never truly loved me
And oh how I loved him
I had fallen down
And when the sun sets here
It doesn't really matter to me
Because my light will shine
Will shine through
My fire my flame showing what I am
Who I am...
So please don't judge me for my
bitchiness, sassiness...my lovingness
And all because I love you
so please don't let me fall
I'm falling, falling for you
And when the sun sets
It doesn't really matter to me
Because your light has shown into me
Your fire and soul showing what you see
What you see in me...
And when the sun sets here
It won't really matter to me
Because our light has show into the world
Our fire and souls showing what we see
Showing what you feel for me...
You seem to really matter
You seem to really matter to me
You say you love my curls, my curves, my body
I think you might even love me
Catch me I'm falling
Falling for you...
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 2:14 pm
Here's my typical day
I wake early, earlier than I'd like.
I get up, get clean, get dressed...
I head to work, turn on the radio.
The songs seem to hilight my life.
Rythm, emotion, tears.
I get to work and do as I'm told.
Landscaping is simple work, but hard.
The sun reaches higher, 98 today.
Finally my lunch break arrives.
Rest, food, thoughts.
My fourty five minutes run out.
The boss gets back from his lunch.
Before too long, the work is done.
I get back in my car and head home.
Reliefe, rest, radio.
Once again, I listen to the radio.
Half the songs bring me to tears.
I get home, and head for the shower.
The water washes over me.
Cool, clean, soft.
I get out of the shower and dress.
I pull out my laptop and turn it on.
I try hard to distract myself-
From the pain of my lonlieness.
Dull, numb, tired.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 1:30 am
Will it be fun?
Will it be nice?
Just a bit of sun
Would surely suffice sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 1:31 am
Where in Death
I find peace
Is all emotion
Will just cease
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 5:51 am
There is no evil
There is no good
Achieve that is
What mankind should
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 6:06 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 6:29 am
Inner Shadows
Anger, hate
Sorrow, grief
Love, desire, craving, care
All I ask
Leave my heart
Or I'll make you leave by hand
Grab the knife
To my skin
Watch the red flow from my flesh
Feelings leave
Making place
For the best feeling in the world
Satisfied
Close my eyes
Feeling the blood roll down my arm
Pretty knife
Put it down
It now waits for the next time
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 11:09 am
[A Poet's Mind]
Intertwining roses form
Crawling down moss covered bricks
Of an old house no longer safe
Moving stealthily upon the
Cement floor of the basement
So far deep an escape is
Impossible
Every foot a new leaf
Grows into another
Design
Telling a story with
Little ripples upon
Each leafs surface
For each new leaf
Another petal forms
Various colors depend upon
The new person they
Love
Care for
Whom owns a piece
Of their beating heart
And past lies made
From the mouth
Of the crimson rose
Or perhaps another's
Becomes the art
Of present day love
With gentle touch
Upon the Earth's
Hollow mind
Grasping onto hidden
Nature
Sharing it with the
Willing heart
Souls
Childish hands
Unfinished business leads
To deconstructed construction
Deep within the core of
The crimson rose
With roots ends
Blackened core
Slithering around blindly
Take hold the
Perplexing beauty
Weaving through
Unspoken words
Tying them together
Into one beautiful
Red ribbon
Or perhaps another
Color
Forming like an
Infectious disease
That beats with the
Heart, trapped within
The rib cage, little protection
Blending together to create
One large collage,
A master piece beyond
Knowledge, informing you
Of the mysteries of life
Through on simple
Water colored written
Rose
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:13 pm
I wrote this one forever and then some ago. It's the only one that can be found online if you google my name and the name of the poem.
The Black Sea
Before I met you,
I lay trapped beneath the Black Sea,
Where the ordinary was mandatory.
You pulled me up-unconscious,
And waited for me to awaken.
It took me some time,
But I did pull through.
You taught me so much,
Now I must move on.
Your job, however, is not complete,
For others lie stranded
Beneath the Black Sea.
Waiting for you,
To reach them-like me.
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