Well I'm going to ask this now. I know Terminal Velocity has, and I will admit now I have done this quite a bit.

But has anyone here or does anyone write poetry or any sort of creative writing. I have a small collection of poems I have written. I usually don't admit it, under a handful of people have seen them at all.

I'm not sure why I want to post them but I'm in a sharing mood. I'm just a bit worried that they'll be stolen and used somewhere else.

Anyway maybe a mod can make this sticky and we can all share our stuff (or whoever wants to).

And to all the immature people who think this is wussy or what ever
BITE ME !!:flipa:

I'll post my first one in a sec.

Well heres my first one. This is actually kinda scary waiting to find out what people think. But whats life if you don't take chances.

It's a nice little one to start.

Wonder

I see her everyday
We share a class in school
I can never take my eyes off her
Her beauty is more than any I've seen
We do talk about many things
She doesn't realise how much I like her
I don't know if she has a boyfriend
I'm only hoping she does not
I wish I could ask her out
But no I cannot speak a word
It may destroy us as friends
So I am left wondering
Does she like me?
Will she go out with me?
I can only sit and wonder.

:o

It's 20 years or more since I was there,but I remember those emotions very vividly.

and I am currently working on a novel,using technical information and emotions that I have gathered in my travels.:D

No poetry from me. I dont like it much at all. Since I am writing specifications, code and sql all day, I dont spend time doing any short stories either. Although I do like those.

Originally posted by darkness

Anyway maybe a mod can make this sticky and we can all share our stuff (or whoever wants to).




A good idea!

Consider it stuck

Cheers

Though if no one else posts it may be better to let it die off.

I'd like to hear more, Darkness. I really like "Wonder." Oh, how often I've felt that way. I do a lot of drawing. (I'm launching a website this weekend with my art). But I have no gift for eloquent speech. :-P

I guess I can pull out some more then.

I don't think I have a knack for eloquent speech. Hell i probably couldn't even manage to say stuff out loud. I just found I could put it on paper.
Anyway most of it is soppy stuff, but then again it's what I was going through at the time. I haven't actually written one in a while.

Heres another one. I decided to pull out one a little different than most I've written.

A Drifters Mind

From one place to another
I travel into the sunset
Going where my feelings take me
I do not have a home
For I do not know where I belong
Something calls to me
But I do not know where
For I am a drifter
I travel the path alone
My only companion the wind
I keep on moving
Searching for a part of me
To fill the hole inside
Will that end my journey
I have yet to know
But now I must continue
I've been here for too long
And now I must head back.

Nice!

I like that last one, very meaningfull.

silence be sheltering
fallen in peace
yet sound nonexistent
remains in the crease
of times long past
and legacies great
all in the distance
in line they must wait
however whenever
sooner not quite
emerging from the shadows
to hide in the light
is one unspoken
to horrible to hide
from our own actions
he doth slither and slide
underlying the terror
good shall be sought
to undo the horrors
this one has wrought
within nothingness
and existence undone
nothingness surrounding
lives this one

that was pretty cool grimmy.:)

My next one:

Step inside my mind

Come into my window
The passage into my mind
Come and read my thoughts
See what you can find
A way to understand me
No one really knows
The way I envision life
My fantasy and my woes
Can you handle my perception
Can you acknowledge my pain
The picture through my eyes
An eternal bliss of rain
Depression is not the word
Sad I am not
My own lifes perspective
Is what I've really got
So try to comprehend my thoughts
Walk through the sacred light
If you see my inner notions
Understand me you just might.

wow darkness that was a good one
here is another one for you


the words that dance
across my lips
while lying here in bed
the story of you
that my heart sings
deep within my head
and if i were
to say im sorry
would it be to late
or if instead
i said lets go
would you hesitate
and if some how
you found out
that i would take my life
you'd comfort me
and hold me close
and slowly guide my knife
so sing a song
of lonliness
i'll never know your name
and if i told you everything
would we be the same

wow I like that one.

I'll post somemore when I get home.

Well since this is a car forum, heres one I put together about racing.
It sounds a bit silly reading it now.

The Racers Story

They arrive
in all their readiness
with iron clad stallions
Pieces and parts
come together in turn
making the whole of the beast
It's body finely tuned
It's heart burning with power
A lone figure steps out
donning armour softer than steel
His personal helm
the only expression shown
he apporaches his steed
knowing it is trustworthy
the two become one
a biomechanical form
the battelfield awaits
admitting only those worthy
those capable of the challenge
the competitors a group
but with only a single spotlight
fame for only one
can he find the skill
the sought ability of
flying on the ground
is the courage there
can he ride the edge
the fine line between
control and chaos
as he does
the challengers recede
adrenalin flowing like water
he launches to the end
past the line of black and white
he has beaten the challenge
the track is his
claimed by right of passage
Now to bask in the glory
to savour it for the moment
until the time is upon them
to accept the challenge again.

i don't think that was silly at all
im going to hold off on posting for a day or two lest we expend our repertoire within the first few weeks. so if anyone else is going to post please feel free to do so

yeah I don't want to run out of stuff to write. I haven't written any in a while, so I've got a limited supply.

here is the only thing i ever wrote that didn't rhyme
kinda short but to the point


she just stood there oblivious
leaning over her friends desk
she knew not my love for her

she carried on a conversation
she smiled briefly
the same as it was before

I like that one.

Most of mine don't ryhme, I find they sound better not ryhming.
I post a new one at lunch.

when is lunch for you... i mean what time is it there?

hehe sorry. it's past lunch now, I got a bit busy, it's 3pm here now.

well heres the next one. It came about from my 'handle' darkness. which i had lonfg before I joined AF. and it's why I use the name darkness as my own now.

Darkness

It is quiet and cold
an emptiness neverending
it envelopes and possesses
no emotions or feeling
it is missing something
something that is always different
but it is kept hidden
away from others knowledge
to feel this in the heart is worst
to know there is no love
to know there is no hope
to never feel these
to be alone for life
but can it change
can light dissolve the darkness
no there will never be a change
no warmth can dissolve a frozen heart
there is only one solution
to succumb to the blackness
to let it's power overtake you
to let it take the pain
as it covers and hides you
you withdraw into the shadows
comforted by the loneliness it brings
you dissappear quickly and silently
never to be seen
never to be missed
becoming one with the Darkness.

anxiety building
intense emotions
waiting patiently
for undying devotions
calming and cooling
as the clock ticks on
apathy invited
it quickly clicks on
he sees her face
she brushes her hair
a love untold
he thinks he must bear
his attention undivided
upon her is given
quickly to love
his heart is driven
unbeknownst to him
she's excited he's there
she turns her attention
pretends not to care
they know eachother not
just a face with a name
their mutual love
is a fire without flame

nice one man.

folow me you worthless sinner
I will surely make you ill
I will leave you empty bitter
I will make you want to kill

you can't see I've no emotions
I hide from you my blackened soul
drag you through my fiery oceans
I have you all under control

I'll corupt your way of thinking
all thats yours I'll take as mine
you can't see you're slowly sinking
you thought you were so divine

it's time for me to make my rounds
and collect what I must obtain
nothing like the angered sounds
of agony and eternal pain

wow I really like that one. It so fits with Darkness.

Fall

I need to tell you something about myself
before our realtionship
can go any further
I'm the kind of person
who feels very deeply
And when I give my heart
I give it completely
I've never learned how to love
"just a little"
So as you can guess
I've been hurt more than once
However I feel something
strange and wonderful
between us
as if in this brief time
I can already trust you
whole-heartedly
and that's why
one simple question
If I fall for you will you catch you.

i thought you might like that one
good to know you do


i liked "fall" look at the last line
if i fall for you will you catch you
is that suposed to be will you catch me
or does that have a deeper meaning along the lines of is she strong enough to be able to handle your love?
anywho i think you are slowly changing my mind about not enjoying nonrhyming poetry
and for that i thank you

well it's friday and i don't feel like waiting to post another so....

sing a song of summers past
and fallow moons of yore
tell me all your wicked deeds
and whom you did them for

but do you even know his name
for whom you told those lies
and do you know eternal shame
to stare into his eyes

and you so pure on the outside
so cheating underhanded
just hide it away deep in your mind
there's nothing to be reprimanded

angels you thought sang you to sleep
on all of those restless nights
were demons crouched down on their knees
giving you all of their fright

but shallow though i know i am
i will never do his deeds
for i know i am my own man
not a servant on his knees

now write a song of sorrows grace
and wash it in your tears
a song so true your heart will ache
as it wallows in your fears

so sing a song of summers past
and fallow moons of yore
look down at your blood stained hands
and your soul dying on the floor

whoops yeah it was supposed to be if I fall for you will you catch me.

but I like your reasoning for what I put down.

Wow, those are awesome poems. I love poetry and you guys are great writers, you should try and get some of them published and get some money. I have poems but I'm only 19 so I'm young and I still suck at writing. I'm gonna look for one though. Anyways, I really enjoyed them.

Don't worry Sentra I doubt yours suck. I don't think mine are anything special. and many of them I wrote when I was 19-21 yrs old.

On the contrary Darkness, I really liked your poetry. I still haven't found my book but I'm looking:) Thank you for the support, by the way.

He walks a midst the stars of night,
He beams a bright celestial light.
To set my lonely heart of lame,
At just a mention of his name.
And helplessly, I float away,
I'm swept along confusion bay.
I'm drifting past the shore of chance,
Where happy hearts together dance.
A whirlpool of forbidden thoughts,
Where love's strong current has me caught.
I smash upon the rocks of doubt,
Defenselss, I am tossed about.
I'm trapped within a sea of tears,
I'm rocked by violent waves of fears.
My boat is broken by the tide,
My longing passions all subside.
I'm emptied into a pool of calm,
To watch the water sweep my qualms.
Away in the depths of loss,
And with despair, they twist and toss.
And on the bank, in Angel's light,
His smile illuminates the night.

God, I haven't written in forever and wasn't any good to begin with, but here's the first two I ever wrote...


--drink--
the mind flows.
the clouds break.
this drunken haze is always a creative state.
The hunger deepens, unsatisfied
as I try once more to turn the tide.
And the mind flies high as my body spins down
unchained this way and totally unbound.
Then she comes again, her sweetness on my tongue
while I pause for a moment, the torture undone.
And slowly, too slowly, she finds her way down
with the warmth of her kiss I can feel all around.
Lovely is she, and with such simple purity I love her.
I love her, but how can that be?
As I ponder this question, there comes a realization
she has never been the object of my infatuation.
And then, just then, when my answer finally comes,
the mind flies high and my hunger slowly dies.


--alone--
That empty feeling grows again
and threatens to tear away her mind.
So she tries to escape just one more day,
but its only a matter of time.
Yet these fearful thoughts are too familiar
to take her by surprise,
soft and sweet and simple she may be,
but with this she’s all to wise.
And her dreams would come so blessedly
at a hopeless time like this.
With the warmth that dances through her head
of life in eternal bliss.
And here is why she struggles on,
yet always seems to miss
all she’s really looking for
is one true heartfelt kiss.

OK Sentra as I said don't ever doubt yours aren't very good. I really liked that one.

and Texan I liked yours as well. and welcome to the poetry thread.

heres a nice quick one

Waiting Behind
One day I found you were sad
I heard I was the reason
But today I'll see you glad
for right now is your season
And if you should need a hand
or a friend to treat you kind
Turn around from where you stand
I shall be waiting behind.

I really liked those Texan:flash:

Life, ... what does it truly mean?
Does it mean love and happiness,
Or defeat and sadness?
Does it involve loving or hating,
Stating or debating?
What does this word nobody knows the meaning of mean?
Is it made of good times or bad?
When are you joyful,
When are you sad?
What are you judged by?
When are you accepted or ignored?
Who determines your popularity,
Who determines your prosperity?
What determines how much your loved or hated?
Is it you ... or is it them?
So many questions, so little time.
So many thoughts and feelings, yet no one wants to share.
So ... you tell me the true meaning of life.
You tell me how you have a good one or a bad?
Or really, can these questions be answered?
It's all up to you, ... so you, you tell me!

Well thanks for the compliments, it's been awhile since anyone has read these. Pretty much everything in this thread is good stuff. Two more...

--perfect--
Sweetness falls from the innocence that held her tight
and everything I know says let her go
but that’s never gonna feel quite right
Because no matter what I say, no matter how I fight,
We both know I can’t stand to be alone tonight.
So she strides away so confidently
not realizing it’s me she can’t see
she’s fallen out of my heart
-she’s history-
but does she have any idea what she’s done to me?


--taken--
I was the throbbing, fleeting, vitality of youth
till mortalities well ran dry.
I devoured the tastes and smells of life
cause I knew strong souls still die.
Yet when the vast entangled world
left me cold and still,
I never thought to say goodbye
to the gifts it had revealed.

Love

Love, what a complicated belief.
Some have grief, while others express relief.
Love is something not many can explain,
It sometimes drive many people completely insane.
People are either loved or hated,
Accepted or denied
People with depression, usually don't know why.
Do you know the answer?
Can you answer why so many live and healthy people commit suicide?
Is it because of them or the people they meet?
Can someone really answer all these questions of why?
Is there a real answer, or just a bunch of excuses and lies?
Now take this into consideration, and think is there an answer?
Sorry to leave you hanging, but this is how the poem ends.
Just like many people's lives remain unfilled and incomplete in the very end.


Prom Night

Love me tender
Love me sweet
Love me all night
Sweep me off my feet

The Rage

He is very quiet
keeps his emotions to himself
nothing seems to affect him
Always calm and happy
but this is only a cover
nobody know the struggle
that rages on inside
everything is bottled up
his anger and frustration
his sadness and his pain
it grows and builds
only his will keeps it in check
he cannot allow himself to break
to do so would cause chaos
an unconfined fury
but he can never release it
it would drive him insane
his sould becoming empty
a dark void dead of emotion
he longs to care
hopes to once feel love
but the hope is draining
leaving him alone
in a cloud of despair
he does not know where to turn
must he face this alone
standing only with his will
becoming as hard as steel
and just as cold
as the rage roars on
tearing him asunder
from the inside out.

hello again darkness hows it going buddy?
sorry I haven't posted for a few days... I just bought gt3 so i've been a little preoccupied

i would like to thank you sentragirl and texan for posting your creations here. now the thread feels alive, not just darkness and i writing for eachother... as it were

sentragirl most of my poems were written when i was 18 and 19 so don't think you are any less of a poet due to lack of experience for truly it is the begining of this craft when you have the most creativity. you will look back one day and amaze yourself with the things you have written. granted i have looked back and seen a lot of crap among my poems but there were also some realy good ones whose style i can no longer return to.

i realy reay liked feelings
and texan your poem taken knocked me for a loop it was amazing

so here is my next one
it is a song i've been working on

commets coming
people running
sing a song and say goodbye

crimsons churning
yellows burning
watch the sun melt thru the sky

wholy praying
buildings swaying
flashing lights they burn my eye

horses flying
'ternaly trying
just lay down and dont be shy

the end is near but dont be scared
'cause lives aren't lost when lives are shared
with judgement gone and sense impared
so many lost and no one cared

fissures flaming
stones a raining
up and down the earth will die

fires raging
deathset staging
how'd we make the mountains cry

confusion storming
anarchy forming
what could cause such sad dismay

elements clashing
forces smashing
midnight hour burns bright as day

the end is near but don't be scared
'cause lives aren't lost when lives are shared
with judgement gone and sense impared
so many lost and no one cared
no one cared
no one cared

Absolutely awesome song Grimmy. I really liked it a lot and thank you for the encouragement, the only thing is I only seem to create when I am sad.

same here Sentra. most of mine have been written when I was sad.

It was just a party of my life that I went through, I still there a little, but it's gotten a lot better.

oh and I liked that one grimmy.:)

have you learned how to make yourself sad yet?

I don't have to learn how to make myself sad, it seems to be a natural thing for me lately. It's hard going from teenager to adult:(

Originally posted by SentraGirl
I don't have to learn how to make myself sad, it seems to be a natural thing for me lately. It's hard going from teenager to adult:(

It can be, but theres always people who have been there before and are willing to lend you a hand.:)

Things will settle into place. I wouldn't say i'm completely happy about the way things are at the moment but I'm feeling good about things. It's all about outlook.

Thank you Darkness, it just feels like a very lonely place=(

Originally posted by SentraGirl
Thank you Darkness, it just feels like a very lonely place=(

I know, I've been there. I guess the best thing is to find something that doesn't feel lonely and do that more.

I used to mope around quite a bit feeling sorry for myself because I was lonely. I just kept myself busy doing things I like, and just kept telling myself I was happy and I was good. It was a big help.

yeah, I have been trying to keep busy and I got involved in the gym, and softball and stuff but I messed up my knee and needed surgery so now I can't do pretty much anything. I find writing to be a big help and while with my boyfriend, nothing can go wrong=)

exactly, there you go:)

My next one

Beside Me

I lie awake watching you close
you are there lying next to me
there you look so sweet and innocent
your arms around me in a tight embrace
it takes all my strength not to touch you
for that would wake you from your quiet slumber
the curves of your body enticing me
making me think of the ways we make love
you slowly woke and asked "whats wrong?"
you voice was sweet and warmed my heart
i drew you closeas you slowly rose
you soft lips queitly slipped to mine
the kiss you gave was warm and soothing
the worriness over you now gone
the love we shared everlasting
I crawl under the covers as do you
the love now to be shared in our dreams
my happiness with you here unmeasurable
the only wish, to have you beside me
beside me forever.

That one was awesome! I think my favorite of the ones I've read.

When love as strong as mine occurs
It's sad how people suffer
One gives love, one does not
What's to be said about the one who gives up
Love is pure, love is precious
Love is different
That's for sure
I love my dog but that's not amore
I love my friend different than my mom
I love my boyfriend more than I ever thought
I love life and I love flowers
But love is love and that's all that matters


I don't like this one but thought I'd post it anyways

Originally posted by SentraGirl
That one was awesome! I think my favorite of the ones I've read.

thanks it's one of my faves. I liked your one too it was nice a simple.

Originally posted by darkness


thanks it's one of my faves. I liked your one too it was nice a simple.

Thanks!

hello again!!!

sentra i kinda know how you feel i am 22 right now and just getting my act together and starting college in december where as all my old friends from highschool have already graduated and started a life for themselves boy do i miss some of them... never going to see them again
now most everything in my life i have been able to shrug off jst say fuck it or it happens sometimes but there used to be this little shop called the wizards tower. it sold a card game called magic the gathering you may or may not have heard of it anyways i based my life around this game for almost five years. the walls in my room were covered in rare cards, box tops, magazine pictures, and various other related items. i had every book they ever printed i would order two boxes of booster packs every time a new series came out (3 times a year) so i could try to obtain a complete collection, which never happened i would always have to buy more packs then eventualy the singles themselves. and when i wasn't in school i was at the tower playing magic or reading this huge book on every ruling ever made in a tournament so that i could eventualy become a sanctioned judge. but one day i went there and the doors were locked. mike, the owner and his wife melissa never said anything about beeing short on rent to any of us god knows we would have done what we could to keep it going, but that was it in the blink of an eye my world had been turned upside down my defining point was gone forever. now that might sound kinda silly being that attached to just a little store but like i said i based my life around the game and then when the store opened for their short lived run it just heightened that feeling even more. i still look back some times and wonder what had happened to all the friends i made there what they are doing how their lives are going and just sigh and say to myself you can't look back when you are trying to move forward or you might run into a tree

anyway here is another one without a name

too bright for mine eyes
for in shadow i dwell
too afraid to look
for i might see hell
the world around me
is breaking at the seams
it can't stay together
it hasn't the means
chaos and confusion
the world falling apart
i can't stand to watch it
i haven't the heart

Wow, thanks for the insight. I feel as if everything is falling apart. I understand what you're saying and I'm sorry that had to happen to you but it probably was for the greater good. Good luck with school now! Great poem by the way, short and to the point, awesome.

the greatest piece of advice that i can give you is simply patience. patience is truly the greatest of all virtues. in time it can heal broken hearts mend wounds and piece together all of the fallen parts of the confusion you may be going through. i have, unfortunately begun to believe in patience a little too much as i rarely work for the things i really want anymore because i have come to believe that if i wait long enough anything i have ever wanted will eventualy make its way to me. i still believe this to be true just not very expediant.

another bit of advice is to stop worrying about anything. what has happened cannot be changed, what is going to happen will indefinetly happen, no amount of worrying will ever change this, it will only waste your energy and cause a situation to be worse than it has to be. things happen for a reason to try to change these occurances is not only imposible but foolish, so just let them happen as they do and consider yourself a better, wiser person for having been able to deal with them as they come.

This is absolutely amazing advice and I can't tell you how appreciative I am to receive it. I worry so much and I get so stressed out and then I still get disappointed! It's so frustrating. I don't believe the same as you do about not having to work for what will happen but I believe in having patience while you try to accomplish your goals which is something I definitely don't have. Anyways, thanks sooooo much for the advice.

Wow I wish I'd got here sooner.

All I can say is Grimmy is right on the money. I'm 24 and 2 years out of University. so I've been through that part of life and it so far has been the most confusing of all. but that's ok.

I am originally from NZ, but I spent 10 years living in the US. from 9 to 19. So I did the US high school thing, I know what it's like. then when I graduated I moved back to NZ to start University. So I completely started over. No friends of my own, just my parents friends. Looking back on it I think I did the best I could. Now I have lots of friends and much of my life is sorted. There are parts that still trouble me but I'm working on those. basically I'm still trying to completely find myself, as in who I am.

But as grimmy said. patience is a key. Though I can get frustrated and angry, I don't often show it, and try to be patient.

I'm a big believer in fate. if it happens it was meant to, so the best thing is to find a way to deal with it. don't let bad things stress you out, just look at it as a challenge and move past it. And look at the past as just that, history, history can't be changed. there are parts of mine I'd love to erase but I look at it as I wasn't as mature then, i didn't know but I do now.

anyway, i think this makes sense. my mind has a tendency to work at a million miles an hour, and just come out as jibberish.

Not jibberish at all, I understand completely and I wanted to say thank you to everyone for being so helpful. I have a lot of work to be done on the way I look at life and I guess I should start sooner than later. Well, I had a really long response to this post but it timed out or something so sorry, in short, THANKS;)

your quite welcome:D now for my next one.

Never

I have held you in a warm embrace
you and i have shared love unconditional
But now you are being taken from me
A sickness that is deep and within
as final moments come and go
the air in the room is quiet and still
as your last breath draws I still sit
waiting beside for the inevitable moment
when you pass from my love forever
I realise I am now one alone
my love for you keeping me lonely
but now I can never be with another
no I can never love again
Never.

WOW, that was deep!

yeah thats one of the deeper ones.

damn darkness that one almost brought a tear to my eye
if i still knew how to cry i probably would....
that one just gives me such a mental and overwhelmingly emotional picture in my head...so much with so few words.

sorry again for my tardiness this game is just so cool, they left out some integral cars but makes up for it with game pay and graphics

anyhoo sentra im glad that advice souds like a good idea to you hope you will be able to put it into action. it realy cuts a lot of stress out of your life, makes the travel a bit easier. just ask darkness, sounds like he doesn't let things worry him too much, i suppose that even on opposite sides of the earth great minds will still inevitably come to the same conclusions. (great minds ya like that one darknes, great minds)
ya i also took that one a bit to the extreme and went from "don't worry about things" to "don't let it affect you" that might not sound like a big deal but once that becomes your answer to any situation it takes a certain type of person to accept that kind of life. it essentialy kills all of your emotions, which was alright for me at the time because emotions are weak they cloud your mind and judgement. through the annals of history every mistake that has changed the course of history every bad idea was because of emotions. specificaly anger and love the two worst emotions there are. i have changed since then but still believe these to be true, i just don't adhere to them as adamantly as i did. don't let it affect you, for everything good that happens to you it is as if it were just another occurance for every bad and even tragic thing that happens to you it is just another day nothing new, it takes a special kind of person to accept that way of life.

anyway im rambling
here is one i wrote for a friend of mine named sara
it is about a friend an ex-friend of mine who mentaly and emotionaly abused her.

follow me to paradise
and i will not mislead you
you can place your trust in me
for i shall not mistreat you
gently place your hand in mine
and i will show the way
hold you tight and hold you close
and never let you stray
now i know that you have faith
i'll ask you close your eyes
so you can't see all my deceit
and never know my lies
i've taken you so far away
from where you want to be
with your eyes closed don't know the way
you can't make it without me
dear your eyes i ask you open
now that we are here
i ask you please not to scream
or shed a single tear
for this is my own little world
i built it out of hate
in the darkness and the sorrow
with you my captive mate
i need not bind your soul to mine
i know you'll never leave
it is much too scary on your own


but not half as much as me

Damn, that was awesome, first of all, but the saddest part is I completely understand it and I can relate to it so easily. I wish I could go to my own little world even if it is full of darkness, better than pain.

I don't know how I ever missed this before... :confused:

I suck at writing, and I know it, but it won't keep me from doing so every random now-and-again. I find that the only time I can write something that is remotely worthy is when I'm alone and scared. I wrote in my journal only at 2 periods in my life: When I was in Germany and when I lived in Kansas City with my aunt and uncle. The most poetry I ever wrote was from KC. I guess I'll share one of them now. I'm in the mood for reading and writing poetry today.

Speak
Needs unmet
I turn away
From myself
Another day.

Suffer silent;
Speak not a word.
Keep it in;
Remain unheard.

Hide in darkness.
Keep them at bay.
I couldn't speak;
What would I say?

Saturn, that was awesome! It was really touching and I can definitely relate.:)

grimmy and Saturn, I really liked both your poems.

all these poems we are putting here kinf of give you a hint into why I picked Darkness as a name so long ago. I can hide behind it.

anyway for the next.

Rain

Drip goes the water
I look out my window and see it pour
I love the rain
it describes me
The rain is like my mind
Rage, fear, intensity, and then the rainbow
I see it, I understand it
I love it because it is me
Symbolic yet true
Ugly yet beautiful
hard yet tender
the rain is like a person in thought
It's like the coldness of a persons heart
yet soothing and appealing
I can't look away
my imagination grow deep
rain forever i want
it's the coldness, the feeling, the intense reaction
the comfort, the beauty, the truth
Rain signifies life
rain is life
I love the rain.

Heaven and hell I worship you so well
Inspired by weakness I follow in sickness
unsuspecting confusion
I am a prisoner of dillusion and fanatical hope
Bless my expectation in this unforgiving creation.

:devil: ;)

The cars on the road are color coded according to the level of my fear.
Very strange, but true.
Been out of the circuit so long,
I'm not sure what you all are driving anymore.
Keeps me on my toes,
this unfortunate mistrust of the entire rainbow,
when all I wanna do
is stop dancing,
tear off my pink ballet slippers
and burn them;
stop this frantic sidestepping jig
of dodging bullets
ricocheting off this dusty trail,
and trade in my cowgirl boots
for combat boots.
Even a white knight on his steed brings no comfort.
In my world of opposites, white spells fear;
well meaning white cars
map out the most direct route
to my downfall.
Green cars can't be trusted, either.
with less than loving intent.
Brown El Caminos and
beaten blue minivans
somehow hold the scepter of judgment.
I feel safer with bright, blazing red,
cause I can see them coming
at a distance;
like sunrise,or apocalpyse
(depending on the driver).
If I were queen
you'd all be tooling around in go-karts;
approaching slowly,weatherbeaten
in the harsh elements of my inspection
as I am in yours.
I'd keep you in my sights, your faces magnified
and centered in my crosshairs,just in case.
My dream car?
A lovebus, painted black,
with monster truck tires.
Then you'd see me coming.
I'd be driving out loud.
Or a black sedan,
nondescript,
with tinted windows and black velvet interior.
Anything dark, like my lover's fascination.
Anything dark,
and soft as the yawning void
of my lover's compassion;
black as the darkest hour
between midnight and dawn.
I'd crawl inside and hide. :)

Wow Cellar, I liked that, it was very deep and I could relate really well when you put just "tear off my pink ballet slippers and burn them". I've definitely felt that way before. Anyways, I liked it a lot, you're very talented:)

Originally posted by SentraGirl
Wow Cellar, I liked that, it was very deep and I could relate really well when you put just "tear off my pink ballet slippers and burn them". I've definitely felt that way before. Anyways, I liked it a lot, you're very talented:)

:flash: Thank you Sentra Girl, I'm glad you liked it. I didn't write this particular one, but I agree the person who did is talented.

You guys and gals are awesome!!!:eek: I haven't written in about 9 years. I used to enjoy it a lot.:grey:

A freinds Haiku:

A man eats his car
it is quite un-sandwich-like
he feels very smart

(though personally I enjoy Waka more)

Somewhere in my head
or in my hand
they lurk—
sitting, waiting, leering!
at me.
Come out!
subject, verb, object,
any order you may wish!
I’ll take you in your ways
and arrange you as should be!
Come,
if we could but weigh this page
with iamb after rhyme,
perhaps—
if heavied down enough—
it shall not blow away
with time.

I do a lot of writing myself, most people dont read it because they never ask. heck, most people dont even know I write. Anyways, Ill prolly post a few in here. heres one I wrote a little while back.

Industrial Strength

I see peaceful yellow flowers
As back and forth they sway.
This occurs upon a meadow,
On a peaceful summers day.
They do this without worry, without reason, without care.
This lovely sway spreads on and on
With the tepid summer air.
A place of peace is this indeed,
Say I, atop a hill.
I come here as if it were a need,
Yet at the same time it is done by will.
Often times it beckons me,
This enchanting field of Dreams,
And often times it's where I'll be,
Succumbing to its means.
I look around this exquisite place,
And with sorrow I am filled.
For soon this meadow will be disgraced
By the cities that we build.

I really liked that last poem, very sweet!

Sorrowful World

A simplistic nature with a desire for recognition resides in all who inhabit this anything but simple world. What man once did by hand is now done by machines that were created by mans hand. The natural world that was once an untamed world in itself is now a land of metal and glass towers that consume humans on a daily basis. The skies which were once blue, beautiful, and clean, are now polluted by gases created by the shelled beasts which transport humans to their next point of destination, with them never thinking twice about where they have been nor the people they have come across.
The world has changed dramatically. The recognition of the simple things which made this world beautiful in the first place is disappearing under the burdened sky, without a second thought from those who are causing its destruction.

Welcome to my nightmare,I'm the prince with half a crown,
I build my castles in the air,so please don't tear them down.
Sometimes I dream of sailing ships,and others,flying planes,
But most times all I dream about is jumping under trains.

My world is plain and simple,I'm the prince with half a crown,
Roll up! Roll up! Come take a seat,the circus is in town!
Come join me in my bedspace,though there's little there to see,
A window,but no windowlatch,a lock without a key.

Welcome to my nightmare I'm the prince with half a crown!
I cower in a corner,far too scared to go to town.
And if you mock or pity,well,it's all the same to me,
You live upon the outside,there are things you'll never see.

Don't think you know the workings of a prince with half a crown!
To some I am an Ogre ,and to others I'm a clown.
Some others see a gambler who's to wise to show his hand,
The truth is in the mirror,much too hard to understand.

Welcome to my nightmare,I'm the prince with half a crown!
I'm a poet and I know it,I'm the master of the noun,
I'm a writer and a raconteur,I speak without a care,
But only to my keyboard,I'm ashamed when you are there.

Don't waste a drop of pity on the prince with half a crown,
Don't throw that blasted lifebelt,keep it there,I'd rather drown!
I'm a hermit,I'm a castaway,recluse ,a mute,a freak,
If you think you want to help me please don't come til late next week.

Welcome to the padded hell of prince with half a crown
They've tied my sleeves together,and I'm jumping up and down.
I'm screaming and I'm panting,and I'm lonely and I'm scared,
The way They treat the 'clients' some would think They never cared.

Welcome to my nightmare,I'm the prince with half a crown,
pretend you never saw me,fix your gaze upon the ground.
Pull your coat across your shoulders as you scuttle through the rain,
And pretend you didn't notice something wrong inside my brain.

Welcome to my nightmare,I'm the prince with half a crown,
I'm not quite the full shilling,so they'll have to take me down.
Yes,I'm the kind of guy you wouldn't want to live across the street,
For all your platitudes,your body language indiscreet.

You'll never be the master of the prince with half a crown,
your pity and your patience will become an angry frown.
But it's o.k.,I forgive you,I've been down that road before,
Kindly pass the bloody Seroquell,and shut the fucking door.

fallen from darkness
thru shallow made graves
raised among demons
with blood thirsty craze

scavenged from ashes
once left for dead
angels of mercy
left as i bled

i have no emotions
my motives are blurred
i now wander listlessly
death-bell deferred

I did this after I crashed the 'Bring. Oh, like most of the stuff I write here, there's a double meaning. It's always about a girl, at least some if not most. There'll be a lot more about her. She's a big part of my life now.

Weird. Another near death experience. Why do they call it that? how can you be any closer to death than just by waking up in the morning? Oh well...I wrecked her. My one true love on this planet. I loved her so much, but I lost control. I had the choice of a head on or a swerve off to other possibilities. I swerved. Either way I'm still alive. "We;re immortal before our time." That belief is what's keeping me sane now. it's why I'm not stressed or anything. I loved her so much though and I let her down. The hours we spent together. At least we had some unforgettable times together. I pushed her to the limits and she enjoyed it. the thrill, the fun, the adventure. All of it was pretty spontaneous. She was so smooth, beautiful when the sunlight reflected off her. She shined. The whitness...*grins* The brown top that fell back. She was fast. yes, very much so and I made sure of it. Now she's gone from my life. All of it just came to a sudden halt. It was fast, like her. If it was to end, that was not how I wanted it. Could have been more dramatic. Could have really pushed it, but I was risking taking someone else down and I couldn't do that. Sorry girl. We could have been great together. the furture held so many possibilities. Nothing could break us, well, except us. And that's what happened. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you...wait. No. It won't end. We can fix this. Like I said, we can get through anything. "Tis' nothing but a flesh wound." You and me, nothing will ever come between us. This of course depends upon you too. Please stay with me. Forget about the anything that's happened before except the good times and think of the future. It'd be perfect. What? Old school? Um...ok...if you say so. *flips coin* Heads we win, tails we'll try again without a jetpack though.

Yeah, the ending, you'll see it's an inside thing but it's in many of my stuff.

-Blu

For her I shall write
A style I must find
There are so many though
At least I already have mine

I'll branch out
Try somethings new
I try until i die
For I am Blu

Can't believe I can't race
Now it's a big part
Of me this I speak of
I have such a broken heart

Ah yes! My weakness this is
yeah, now I can admit
Cars and music are my cure at the time
Only if I could race a bit

It's where I can escape
Why I did 80 that night
Then it all disappeared
Boy what a flight

Oh! 110 down Indian River
You should have see the hump
When I hit the bridge at 90
Man did that car jump

What a rush it gave me
Later I realized
What possible outcomes there were
Would have led to tears in her eyes

My poems just come
Feelings in me
I write not of one topic
Sometimes two or even three

I end them like letters
Saying I must go
The thing is I could never leave you
Now don't you know

As all of them, I wrote this for my two best friends which happen to be girls. Sent it too them. Did it to calm them down after the crash, a promise I made to never again.

Silent Destruction

The sounds of the morning welcome me as I step out into the calm,cool air. I step into the grass and breathe in purity in one of its best forms. Those who inhabit the wondrous outdoors emit the sounds of their tasks, whether it be the hammering sound made from wood and its aptly named counterpart, or a simple, single soul that sings for the sole purpose of doing as much. This vast population goes undaunted by the countless distractions that the giants of the world create with their new found thrills. Throughout the time I have spent standing, merely observing that which, in essence, helped build our civilization to what it is, I see the beauty that so many do not, that so many take for granted. Why do people do this? Because they can. The environment does not matter to them now, but it will. When it is gone, it will.

Okay, my turn :smile:
I'm new to this thread but its really cool and ya'll have some really great work so I thought I'd share.
I only have two on hand (at work) and they are the only two i think I ever wrote that dont ryhme but I'll share em anyways.

In a Heartbeat

Dont tell me its okay, when its not
Dont tell me I'm okay, when I'm not
I can feel my world breaking
Crumbling and falling apart
You look at me with anger
and I look at you with pain
I know that you want me to be allright
I want that too
But not you, not even you
can take this pain away
I've been through to much
to just give up now
But I think I will
I'll close my eyes
and I'll listen to my heartbeat
With each beat it will slow
It will fade, and it will stop
And there will be no more tears
And I will smile once again my Love.

Chess Master

How do you do this to me
You, with your golden smile
You, with your child-like eyes
filled with such innocence and dumbfound curiosity
How did this happen
How did you keep me so fooled all along
being so blind
Like a child wandering in the dark
All this time I thought I had you in checkmate
yet now I realize
I am just a pawn in your game
Your game for which you are the master of
The rule maker
The rule breaker
Yet I feel you are oblivious to this power which you hold over me
Even with this astounding knowledge of our world
I know we will play this game forever
While you keep control and I plead for it
I will always be the simple pawn
and you the Chess Master

Wow, welcome to the forums, those were really good, I like the first one especially, really deep. Keep posting 'em ... y'all write really good!

I wrote this a few months back a month or so after I broke up with my girl friend of 2 years if you can't tell I was a little pissed off at how she played me. enjoy


A poem to my sweet heart.
You used me for my kindness!
You thought you could lie, and I would never get upset.
You figured that since I let one bad thing slide why not try another,
So you did, and it worked, God I should have listened to my mother
You clouded my perception with your sweet words,
And no matter what you did to me I would still love you.
You thought you could play me, but now I get the last laugh!!!

I hope when you read this it fills you with rage.
No, you won’t, you’ll think it’s not for you and just turn the page.
Well I tell you what; I’ll make it perfectly clear,
You left my family to take care of your dog, for over a year.
Oh now you see, I am speaking of you, how’s it feel?
It hurts bad, don’t it, well all I have to say is GOOD.

Imagine how I felt thinking for two long years that this was real.
That we were gonna grow old together, that was supposed to be the deal.
Then it all got out of control like a drunk behind the wheel
That’s true, I’m sorry, you’re not all to blame.
‘Cause if I saw through your lies sooner I wouldn’t have felt so ashamed.
You know what hurts the most out of anything that you did
That you couldn’t just be mature enough to just tell me about this John kid
You kept playing me off saying “he’s just a friend” he wasn’t and you know it

I can’t believe you called me your soul mate, and to this same face you lied,
I hope you burn in the deepest pits of Hell when you die.
I tried everything under the sun to save us, but it just wasn’t enough,
You made up some lie that I changed, just cause you didn’t have the guts.
All you had to do was tell me.
I loved you enough to let you go.
I guess my true love for you, you will never know.
And as for your true love for me…lets be real… it never got shown!

Damn, that was really deep firebird. I'm sorry you got hurt and this may not make much sense now but atleast you found out sooner rather than later. It will take much time to heal your pain but she wasn't worth it and in the end you will understand. I hope you feel better and one day you will find the person who truly is your soul mate. Good luck and keep writing, hopefully a happy one next time:bigthumb:

thank you, sentragirl it's one of my favs. too, I am well over her by now we broke up almost 6 months ago and I have found that I am not only happier without her but happier than I have ever been in a long time even before I met her :) he is a slightly less angry and more depressed poem about her, and to your request I will post a happy one in just a minute :D -Firebird

The Girl
I remember being with you everyday
Feeling your soft skin, kissing your full red lips
And staring deep into your loving eyes, eyes with a beautiful brown hue,
With a twinkle that appeared in the corner, whenever you spoke to me or said my name.
Now you are not mine, not mine to hold, to love, or to kiss anymore.
In the past but never again!

I gave you no less than total devotion, the deepest love humanly possible.
I guess we were never truly meant to be,
why then do the memories of you still control me?
Daily I find myself remembering how we used to talk and laugh, embrace and cry.
How I used to say that without your love I would surely die.
In the past but never again!

You were my first love,
the one I saw that summer day long ago in my past
I was drawn to you as though you held a rope that was tied to the very pit of my heart.
The love you showed me was beyond my greatest comprehension of the word
,and for that I am both eternally grateful and eternally saddened.
And now you have found someone else.
I say that I wish you and him the best.
But deep inside I can’t cope with the fact that you will never be mine again.
I only hope that I can find another girl, one that I can love the way I loved you.
One that will created those deep feelings of love in me that you did.
The feelings of love I thought only existed in the fairy tales that we hear as kids.
I gave you the greatest love that anyone can give.
In the past but never again!

ok a happy one, it may not make much sence but it is me running through a field and all that is going on that is going on (forever unnoticed and remaning unchanged) about the world as the last word of every stanza spells out, enjoy.

A Perfect Summer’s Night
A lush open prairie with kiwi green trees
A beautiful sunset of plum and marmalade clouds,
These are the moments that take your breath away.
Such a beautiful and wonderful thing nature is, to bad we can’t stay,
Forever.

The immaculate silver moon illuminates the onyx sky
Shining it’s light upon the ruby roses and the emerald grass.
It’s amazing how everyday these moments go past,
Unnoticed.

Running through this open field full of the grass, weeds, and thicket
The globe of life continues its slumber with only the song of the cricket,
Remaining.

In the morning the world reawakens, with the return of the orb of fire,
Unchanged.

Both poems get a big :bigthumb: from me. You have a real talent and I just wanted to hear a poem from a time you were happy because I am only able to tune into my creative side when I am depressed or saddened by an event. I hate it, I can never write anything happy but all the poems on this thread are awesome!!! I enjoy them.:icesangel

welcome back sentra, long time no see.:wave:
pizzle00...Wow...i am speechless, tose were amazing.

Originally posted by grimmy
welcome back sentra, long time no see.:wave:
pizzle00...Wow...i am speechless, tose were amazing.

Thanks grimmy, it's good to be back LoL. It's been a really tough year so I haven't had much time online unfortunately. I will try to scrounge up some of my poems but they don't compare to the ones here so I'm embarassed to even post em. :confused:

A view from the middle

Love. What is this word which means so much to some, and nothing to so few. To say few is to make an overstatment of those who feel this word is just that. Those "few" are not those, no; but rather "he". Construction of these thoughts was done in the mind of he who writes these very words, but why? Why would one with such an open look unto others view such a beautiful thing as nothing more than a mere word? Perhaps, this one has been jaded? Perhaps. Only two know the answer to this question. He who holds the thoughts and he who knows all, and sees all. But enough of who this person is, now of his belief. One and many at the same time ask, "what of love do you think?" To which I would reply "Nothing" I cannot form an answer to a question when that which is in question means nothing to myself. Love is a word and nothing more, it is often used to describe feelings which so many cannot know when it is felt. So many claim to have found their true love, yet so many do not know the truth of what they say. Truth is no longer a commonality, but a rarity, and unfortunately no one speaks it anymore, and without truth, this "love" that is almost soley based on just that, cannot exist.

OMG, that was absolutely amazing!!! I really got into it and it's very deep.

Undeserved?

To what do we owe our lives and possession? Surely not ourselves, since the beginning it is seen that one can be nothing without another. To another, credit is due for position reached, yet credit goes ungiven. Respect is present, but only for ones self, to which he accredits much of the work and hardships he did not endure. Society is shaped by those who take for their own benefit without considering what another may wish to have. Through the passing of this time, one no doubt believes that he possesses what he deserves. But this begs the question, does he deserve that which he possesses?

Numinous

Everyone wants something, the question is...what? You ask yourself this so often yet you never answer it because though you SAY you can, you know deep within you cannot answer this question. Why? Nothing can quench the thirst of your wish for power and property. But when that which is new is received, it becomes old instantly, for it is something you already have and you must now find yet another item to suppress your insatiable thirst. Please tell me, when does it end, and ask yourself not "what do I want" but " What do I need?" This can be simple to answer, sometimes what you need, you know of, and other times, you dont realize what you need, until it is gone, even if it was staring you in the face the entire time. This can be said of so many things in life, Love, Friendship, Work, what have you. Dont let needs slip through your fingers as though they were to be water running from a faucet, to wash your hands of the dirt that encrusts them after a hard day of working for what is the most important thing to you: Yourself. Pride is not lost on you, infact it is always found in abundance, only because you never had it when you wished it had been with you. You make up for it now with your shoddy comments of others and seemingly endless power over them, as if you alone control the very essence of their lives. However, something lurks in the shadows of those whom you "possess" that you had not anticipated. They care not of the words which show how you abhor them, nor care of the way you steal from them the respect which the rightfully deserve. They know, yes indeed, they know. They know that while their time in this place is temporary, yours is permenant, and while they shall move on to do that which God has beckoned them to do, you shall go nowhere. Is it not sickening? The way you waste your time controlling that which, in all reality, you control not at all, but really controls you. For if they do not do your bidding, it is you who suffers, and they who are not. You who takes the heat, and they who do not. But you retort to this, you have POWER, you have CONTROL, you have what you WANT. Indeed this is only what you think, as so obviously stated, however you will never have control, just as you never have, and you will never really have what you want, because what you want is that which cannot be purchased or made by the hands of a mere human-being. You are nothing more than a puppet that goes about your routine, ignorant of your mistakes and shortcomings, though you know of their existance. Yes, I can see in your eyes, that you know the existance of which I speak, and truth be told you know very well that the existance of such things will not tolerate your being, and will bring it to an end should a new course of action not be implemented by yourself. I say this to you in hope of something coming from the wake of the dreams in which I live, for you know as well as I that what I wish from you I will not receive, and what you wish from yourself, will always be far from reach, yet right in front of your face. Forget the wake of the dreams in which I live, welcome to the nightmare in which I dwell

A Still Breeze

As the wind blows, the winds that mark change blow the strongest, and those who feel their gusts know what change they bring. One person in particular notices great change being bestowed upon his once simple and seemingly boring life. These changes occupy the life of none other than he who makes these very words, and he knows that when these winds have gone their directions, his life will have changed for the better, for there will be another life he occupies; one he has been in search of for a long time...

I guess I can chime in. I used to have more but I had a spell where I thought they were all stupid and threw most of them out. Only 2 left. Sometimes I tend to ramble and change subject, jus bear with me. They don't have titles.

I am one of many, but still only one;
different than all the similar beings around me.
I walk a path partially cleared by those before me
but by no means safe from the vines and pitfalls.
No one can walk it for me,
and no one can keep me from walking it.
I may walk at a slow and controlled pace but I think and dream at a feverish rate.
Thoughts of dangers, adventures and goals bombard me from inside-out;
why then do you attempt to add further restraint?
You try to change me; to mold me,
but I am not a lump of sculptor's clay for you to shape.
I am not a mere child who is open to your conceited advances.
I am on my way and am guided by those who have nurtured and aided me from the start.
This is not to mock or reprimand you,
but rather only advice.
You must walk your own path, just as I do
and if you only walk with people just like yourself,
you will walk alone.
My heart aches for all those lost in the dark woods,
but my heart can do nothing except be what it is:
its own, uniqe force; willing to help but unwilling to be compromised.
Accept everyone as they are and you will never find yourself alone in the woods.

Haven't written in years, but I have some poetry that I wrote as songs that I play on guitar for my own healing/hobby. Much of them have to do with the breakup of my first marriage which was to my high school sweetheart.

Hearts Unstable

You're stinging
You're destroying
Failing years can take their toll
Your marching chimes the mood of the day
And all I do is sit and pray

(chorus)
Am no longer welcome in your life?
You know, I feel like I'm under the knife
I'll give you some time
If you cut me some slack
When you take the knife out of my back

You ebb but
You won't flow
The years go by my darling one
No common ground from sea to sea
And all I do is wait patiently

You know
You don't know it
Time, it blurs and wounds decay
Happiness is plagued with tears
And all I do is wish you were here

(chorus)

I write short stories. I was writing a novel, but I forgot the password to the word doc. Smart, huh?

I might put the Short Story Im writing now up when Im finished.

On The Outside Seeing Nothing
An Essay by Jonathan S.



In idealistic eyes, everything is anything but ideal. What people see is really what they think they see, and what they know is what they think they know. No one knows for sure what a person is really like on the inside. “Home is where the heart is” it is said, but for some, home is where everything in ones life is wrong, and corrupt. For one particular young man, this is especially true. This young man to many seems as though he is as strong as the stone and earth upon which he stands. Some consider him a leader, and others someone not fit to follow. He is active in his own group of friends, as well as the activities he is known to enjoy. Yes, it seems as though the life of this young man is full of glory and gratification. But as many have learned throughout history, nothing is ever as it seems.
Each day he gets up is a day that he wishes things would go away. He puts his mask on and goes to school, hiding all that he is, and all that his life is so sadly becoming. Some reading these words might ask “Why? Why is this young man on such a tumultuous road, if indeed that is the case? He seems to have the best anyone could wish for.” This is where one must no longer ponder, but learn.
When someone is asking “why”, many things must first be understood and considered, and then (and only then) one can understand the revelation that lies within ones own question. When generally speaking of this young species of something like human, one can note, just as it already has been, that he is a seemingly proud and strong creature. As noted before, he is a wonderfully happy person, however, this is not his life. His home is that of a broken one, with a family to match the disdainful meaning of the phrase. By his father he is pushed to be great; even when he succeeds, however, it is failure in the eyes of the man he strives to gain acceptance from, for nothing will ever be good enough, not even if it were of the purest form. Though one would assume that even now, things are enough to be too much, more still comes.
Love, that which should be the very bond between this young man and the woman who conceived, and birthed him. This is instead a bond of resentment, of ill will, or malice should one be so inclined as to say. This arcane feeling stems from a time long before this young man was even a thought or consideration. It is an emotion of this sad and broken woman that was scarred when she herself as a child was brought into this world by a woman who would sooner give her own life than care for her infant daughter, her own blood and kin. To make this abhorrent situation that much more so, the “father” of this small life was nothing more than a coward, a small shell of a man who saw no good in himself and by way of happenstance, took his frustrations out on the two souls who already lived in a personal hell (one way directly, the other indirectly). He would beat the girls’ mother for mindless things, petty things, and at times for no reason at all. He would cause damage to her body by way of breaking bones, making bruises, and treating her organs as though they were his own personal training-bags. All the while this occurred, the little girl sat watching, seeing her life become worse by the moment. At that time she didn’t realize, but this was creating a resentment not only for herself, but for the form of something like human that brought pain to her through unwanted contact, contact with the one who didn’t care if she was alive or dead.
Well then, now that it is known why the mother is as though she has no son, we can now move on to the topic of why this young man’s father is the way he is. Unlike his mother, the young man’s father came from quite the wealthy household. He had a mother who loved him and a father who… well… a father who was as clean cut as the title of his parental name. He fathered the young man yes, that is he bestowed upon his wife, the young man’s mother, the seed for which to bring him to life.
One must understand that in a home so lavish as this, capital must be had in order to retain this family’s life of luxury. Work; it is what everyone must, in some form or another, face in their life. If is this same thing that kept this young man from growing to know his father, from ever bonding with him as every young man should do with his father. He was an executive for a corporation who put his job before all else, treating his family as a lack-luster object that he was required to be with. The young man tried to reach his father on an emotional level, he tried over and over again, but to no results did he come. He would do things that he felt his father would notice, but they only disheartened him more when each time he realized that no notice was being taken. So, on through life the young man went, all the while being shaped into the demanding father he would become. After his experience, he came to believe that a father that does not demand the best from his son is a father not doing his job.

“Sad” some would say; “unfortunate” others would mutter, and in all honesty that can be given from the word, it is. A young man is born to two parents who expect too much and too little of their child at the same time. His father—too worried about his son’s success to even consider his happiness, or to consider the fact that maybe all he really wants is a father. He will never see that his son works so hard, because to his father it is not hard enough. His mother—never worried about her son, only herself because after all, “looking out for number one” is the most important thing, not matter what. It doesn’t matter to her that her son might be depressed, and masks it by being what he thinks society wants. It doesn’t matter that he goes to school everyday wishing that all this pain and suffering he feels could just be lifted from his shoulders, leaving him to bare this burden no more. No, his parents wish for things that will never be good enough. So day after day, the young man moves on with his life, his life that is masked behind lies and truth untold, that is… until this day…

...On this very day, the young man has made a decision, a decision to make known his feelings, to make known his pain and to make known to his unknowing parents what his torment does to him on the inside. He’s overwhelmed by his recent epiphany, so overwhelmed with feelings of a form of happiness that he writes himself a note to mark the occasion. He has decided to title it “The answer to my problems.” Anticipating the days end, the young man can think of nothing else but his new found idea. He squirms and wriggles in his desk chair until finally the bell, signifying the survival of another day, sounds. He hurries home to an empty house, which further pleases him, for it notes that this surprise will be just that and more for his parents. Climbing the stairs to his room, he can hardly contain himself.
Everything is ready and in place, his prized reminder is pinned to his corkboard. Finally, the moment is here, and he pulls the trigger. And so, his problems drift away, along with the smoke from the end of the barrel, and the life that he loathed more than anything else.


Im not sure the reason I wrote this. I was sitting in studyhall and just started writing, and the words came as I went along. When all was said and done, I guess what I was trying to say was that even though there are those people out there who look like they have the best life they could be given, maybe have the best car, or the best girl, or the best of everything, maybe they really dont have the best of everything. Nothing is ever what it seems, and this is especially true of human beings.

Words With a Purpose?

Why do we write? Perhaps it should be asked "why do fish swim" or "why do birds fly"?. We write because it is what we do, it is what we enoy, and most of all what we live. When writing we can say what others cannot, and will not. We can help those who understand nothing become more understanding than they though was possible, and we can give those without hope for tomorrow a reason to live this day as though it were their last.
I am asked "What do you think of when you write?" What I think is not what drives me, it is what I feel and what I see around me that dictates the words through my hand. When I write, what do I think of? I don't think of anything, the words write themselves.
"Why do we write?" it is asked. We write because we can.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads these, but here's another one anyways.

The Best Way In Which Words Can Describe

Sleeping inside me is an emotion I know to exist, an emotion I wish to have awakened from within. On the outside one would be able to see of what I speak, but only the one who truly knows my desires understands the feelings that inhabit my heart. With whom may read this, you who I speak of know who you be. I needn't say more nor say less, for credit should be given this individual for knowing what she needn't have to know and for listening when she didn't have to lend an ear. She cared when she herself needed a caring hand, and she understood what no other soul would attempt to. For this, gratitude will never be enough, and words can only say so much. Therefore, with that I wish for her to know that she will always have love from my heart, whether it beats or not. I will always have her in my thoughts and memories, until the time comes for me to surrender them accordingly. Thank you my dear, for the presence you bestow, and the life that you live to the best of your abilities. Thank you.

Where Do We Go When Our Thoughts Mean Nothing?

I'm not friend nor foe
My name you'll never know
My face you'll never see
Even as you pass by me

I am a nothing, a nobody
My soul is dead, my heart is bloody
You are something to me though
But that you'll never know

You know nothing about what's around you
If you did, would you know what to do?
We hide in the darkness to get away
If you saw us, would you know what to say?

We come out at night to live
What you carelessly take, we give
But you're asleep and not aware
Of the new life that we share

One day you might awake
Finding the real world so fake
Finding yourself hiding from light
And wanting to feed at night

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tell me what y'all think...

Good job, I like that, kinda how I feel sometimes. BTW, welcome to AF :wave: What's your name n00b?

I look through the hourglass of time
and wipe out what's around
to find myself in a place
where harmony is the only sound

I walk among the clouds
and run across the sea
to see the other side,
the other side of me

I put behind all the darkness
and cover all the fear
to step into the light
that began with a single tear

I feel the drifting wind
as it embraces me with love
and lift me up away
as i fly to the sky above

But is there a sky?
That, I do not know
Maybe there isn't
Maybe there is so

But in this distant land
where I'm my only friend
I wander about to find myself,
to find myself again......

Waterfall's Cradle

Lying behind a lazy waterfall
Between the trees, and wild vines clinging to bark
Twisted roots sip from a wrinkled pool
Colors and shades of green abound, nothing stark

Cooling and meditating is the breeze
Soothing and hypnotizing, water spatters on the rocks
A butterfly dodges the ricocheted drops
In the distance a woodpeckers beak knocks

Currents comb the furry moss
Two petals grow dizzy, in an eddy as it churns
A nervous racoon sips at the edge
I ponder natures wonders, and wiggling ferns

As I drift, an earned nap ensues
Hikings wonderful lullaby gift, and getaway
My troubles sip from a silent pool
Mother earth comforts completely, me today

Drop down another gear
Throw a rev or two without fear
Peel out and hear the shouts
The engines respond with a mighty roar
Pop open the suicide door

The rims keep spinnin
The tires, skimmin
Straining to keep the rubber side down
Kick out the rear
Traction control is all you will hear

If you wanna run with the big dogs be prepared..
Once you pop that clutch you can't be scared
Vision impaired, you'll be spared, as death approaches
The familiar sound of your engine coaxes

Soothes you, moves you
Keep up the pace
You don't wanna end up in 2nd place

Cut it fast to the right
Dissapear into the night
You'll be ridin the line tight
Punch it into boost mode
Hit the nitrous to keep it on the road
Another victory will be bestowed

wrote this last night...the previous night I couldn't sleep because I couldn't keep my hopefully-soon-to-be-girlfriend-again out of my mind.

Can't Sleep
It's 3am,
And I'm laying in bed.
Trying to rid myself,
Of the thoughts in my head.

It's 3.15,
I can’t get to sleep.
I’m trying hard,
I've reached a thousand sheep.

It's 3.30,
And I'm thinking only of you.
Wondering why you are so perfect,
And how you always carry me through.

It's 3.45,
And I think I’m crying.
Thoughts of living without you,
Make me feel like dying.

It's 4am,
And I know my feelings run deep.
But finally,
I’m falling asleep.

another...just finished

Worries
I try to live life,
With no regrets,
But your worry for me,
I connot forget.
I can't help but think,
I might die tomorrow,
And know it would cause you,
So much pain and sorrow.
Then I remember all I want,
Is only your happiness.
So now my line of work,
Just seems so fruitless.
But I want you to know,
That wherever you are,
When it's my time to go,
I'll remain within your heart.

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darkness i didn't like your first one to much,opinion, but the rest were good. do u have a favorite writer? mine are edgar allan poe and stephen crane, i also like emily dickinson somewhat. anyway.....

as i lay
i look back
becuase i can't look forward
all is black
i hope tonight i will go
but i am afraid that i will know
my mistakes past and present
all the times i tried to forget
oh, thank God! its my time
and i think i've come to find
,but it really doesn't matter,
to choose between not living and dying
i would take the latter

what about everyone else? who are ya'lls favorite writers?

^ Damn...that one's deep. Nice work.

you talkin' to me?
if you are thanks

yeah I'm talkin to you. nice poem. Sometimes I feel that way, but I try to keep my head up and keep on movin.

Another writtin at 4am this morning.

Six Questions
Where do you turn,
When your life is a hoax?
And what do you do,
When you feel like a joke?

How do you live,
When it's all a chore?
And who do you trust,
When you've been burnt to your core?

What becomes your life,
When you find it's all a lie?
And Why go on,
When all you want is to die?

So when all that's false,
Has been unmasked,
Can you please answer,
The six questions I've asked?
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Edit: I thought I needed a better close, so I added the 4th verse.

The Next Morning...

Today I woke into loneliness
An empty house filled with echoes of
friends voices and bursts of laughter.
Now my house is barren of activity
save for my wandering
making a futile attempt to
satiate my raging boredom.

Silence stalks me around every corner,
Shampoo commercials and B-rated Movies rule the waves.

Skirt Signals

She wore a skirt today.
A social move made for reasons unknown
as soon as I saw her my interest was shown
bare ankles grabbed my attention for a blink,
but I looked away after beginning to think
that I'm not supposed to love her
she's for somebody else
a subliminal skirt signal tells me to see
that the skirt she wore today wasn't meant for me.

Act like you don't know me

I saw her today
the girl I slept with last night.
We passed in the hall,
eye contact but wave or smile.
I said that I 'd give her a call,
but I was going to wait a while.
I don't think this thing will work out,
she's in a completely different social group.
I'm like a number in her alphabet soup
A stoner holding hands with the Gap girl?
Only if pigs can fly.
I guess our hook up at the party was just a whirl,
'cause I don't hear any oinks in the sky.


Pretty pathetic, huh? :screwy:

here's a poem i wrote,
A poem for you
A poem to you
This is so childish
A poem for you
Hope you’re childish
What to say in this poem
I have no clue
After all
I barely know you
A poem for you
Is all I can say
After all
You are in my thoughts everyday
A poem for you
Is impossible to write
A poem for you
Makes me wish it was night
For it is there where I can say
All of the things I can
Even though to my dismay
Nothing will come out of my mouth
A poem to you
Is really none
Because a poem to you
Wouldn’t do you justice
A poem to you
Is really me trying to have fun
A poem to you
It’s all over
It’s done

darkness i didn't like your first one to much,opinion, but the rest were good. do u have a favorite writer? mine are edgar allan poe and stephen crane, i also like emily dickinson somewhat. anyway.....

as i lay
i look back
becuase i can't look forward
all is black
i hope tonight i will go
but i am afraid that i will know
my mistakes past and present
all the times i tried to forget
oh, thank God! its my time
and i think i've come to find
,but it really doesn't matter,
to choose between not living and dying
i would take the latter
I know it sounds cliche, but Robert Frost is mine.

and here's another one:
Nothing to write about
There is nothing to write about
There is nothing to implore
There is no sickness or bout
All life is just a bore
My friends become my enemies
My enemies become my friends
What must I do now?
Do I continue with the trend?
One becomes anti social
The other becomes a bitch
Why is life full of turmoil
When we just began to exist?
I was dumped and left to rot
I slowly got back up again
Now life is going good
Except me and my ex
Can never be friends
I meet many girls
Yet none seem to catch my fancy
When I get interested
I begin to wonder what to do
I expect things to be like they were
When in reality it is always changing
Why is it that I can’t seem to find it?
To find that little spark?
Was it robbed from me?
What do I have to do to get it back?
To try and take hold of my romances
Fuck this
Fuck this and fuck you all
I’m tired of trying to be nice
I’m tired of playing it cool
I’m tired of saying everything is ok
When it is falling to pieces
I’m tired of asking questions
I’m tired of caring so much
Maybe it’s time to realize
That some people aren’t worth saving
That things have no answers
But fuck it
Like I said before
My life was once busy
Now it’s just a bore

Besides being a fairly well known fanfic author in the Tenchi Muyo community, I'm a sci-fi/fantasy/romance novelist (nothing published just yet) who dabbles in poetry.

I will admit, I mostly write classical romantic themed poetry. I'm not particular much good at anything beyond that narrow slip of emotion. Here's an example I wrote during a trip to visit an ex-girlfriend of mine.

Brilliance of the stars
Shine for her tonight.
Please light up the darkened sky
'til we can share the midday light.

Aura of the moon
that casts an ivory glow
illuminate a gilded path
straight to the love I know.

Now chariot spin your mighty wheels.
Life hurl me hence to love.
'Tis time I flew, 'tis time we nest -
A falcon and a dove.

sorry its so long. i wrote this for kara for v-day this year. tell me what you think
AN EPIC LOVE STORY

By Ben Gonzalez
I met you so
So many months ago
You were standing there
With your beautiful hair
Around your face
Looking back at me
I knew what to say
It came so easily
I fell in love
That day of the movie.
Somehow I knew it was wrong
Being with you
Betraying your friend
Who I knew too.
Yet somehow I couldn’t
Pull myself away
The feelings where strong
And so I stayed
You told me things
Things that led me to say
I felt the same way
That led me to betray
Your best friend
I hoped it would be ok
And then somehow
We got together
I know I wasn’t perfect
I changed like the weather
And then October came
And I made a mistake
A mistake so wrong
It made your heart break
Somehow you said
I could come back to you
I was so glad
I hardly knew how to thank you
I tried to kiss you
One evening after work
It didn’t go so well
But somehow
We made it work
our relationship grew
And I knew I loved you
Days went by
And turned into weeks
Weeks turned to months
Months turned to a year
I was so happy
We finally made it
Being so young
Yet getting so far
Then one night
I made a big mistake
A mistake I thought
I would never make
I kissed another girl
That’s when you told me
it was my worst mistake
Somehow I felt
It couldn’t be over
Yet you said it was
And I wouldn’t be your lover
Yet I persisted
Your feelings grew stronger
Then one romantic night
We came back together
I knew I would try
Try never to hurt you
Things have come along
Our relationship has grew
I knew I was in love
Love I could not deny
I felt someday
You would be my wife
You called me up
just to tell me you love me
Id do the same
At six in the morning
Things were going great
Until recently
I started getting moody
And you told me
That you weren’t
Madly in love
It broke my heart
Like an iron fist glove
Through my gut
But you still love me
Yes it’s true
I still am head over hills
Just for you
Yet I try to do my best
To show you I am
I grow strong in the church
I fell like im almost a man
Somedays I fell like
The whistle is blowing
That your saying its over
And im to annoying
Some how I never knew
Asking you questions
On how your life is
To show you im interested
Was a reason to get upset
For such a lil things id done
I thank you for
The things you’ve done
You’ve kept me on the straight and narrow
And its been fun
You taught me how to kiss
The kisses I love
That you give so affectionately
Make me feel
Like im somebody special
Because sweetie you have
Always been that somebody special
And no matter what happens I still
Love you

holy moly.

this is still here???

heres another one not quite as long

the end of the day

so many nights
spent thinking of you
talking you to sleep
as i often do

smiling inside
as i hear you breath
ever so soft you speak to me
things on your mind
about how i should be

wandering what you are thinking
what dreams fly though your head
off into the night
like so many words left unsaid

so lay back down
fall gently into bed
speak softly to me
all thats drifting in your head
one more i love and ill be gone
so say goodnight for the end of the day has come

the day is over
you call me up
just to see whats new
soon you will be asleep
and your day will be through

zoning in and out of the night
from your dreamland far away
i try to keep you here just for me
as i search fo what to say

longing for your voice
as you fall of the line
this time i will just say goodbye
and let you rest in your mind

so lay back down
fall back into bed
speak everso soft
all thats in your head
one more i love you
for ill be gone
because this time the end of the day
nothing went wrong :smile:

Well I'm going to ask this now. I know Terminal Velocity has, and I will admit now I have done this quite a bit.

But has anyone here or does anyone write poetry or any sort of creative writing. I have a small collection of poems I have written. I usually don't admit it, under a handful of people have seen them at all.

I'm not sure why I want to post them but I'm in a sharing mood. I'm just a bit worried that they'll be stolen and used somewhere else.

Anyway maybe a mod can make this sticky and we can all share our stuff (or whoever wants to).

And to all the immature people who think this is wussy or what ever
BITE ME !!:flipa:

I'll post my first one in a sec.
I won`t steal I promise anywho I talked "NOT" to Gerhard Schroder Sat and I`m the one who designed the airconditioning systum for the world trade center

I am very impressed with all these, and i finally decided to post in here. i do some poetry every once in a while too. I thought id post my two best ones. The first i can copy/paste but i have to go find the second, so ill post it later.

I wrote this first one for my then-girlfriend, for Christmas. I read it to her as i gave her her gift. She liked it, maybe you guys will too:

My Sweet

My sweet,
Twas the first day to my engraved memory I would bestow,
Your wonderful company I did enjoy.
That day was the day I fell for you,
I knew you were my one and only true love.
When I knew you were to be mine,
Sought your faith and trust did I.

My true,
For which my love grows,
More and more with every rise of the sun,
And set.
To the moon anon can be thine eyes compared,
And to the sun, and its brilliant shine, can be thy smile.
Your temple, ‘tis but a brilliant diamond in my eye,
Undisputed beauty in its purest form.
Ne’er is a time in which my heart does not beat,
Full of the rich devotion to thee,
And that of thee to me.

My angel,
You mean the same to me as the Shepherd to His sheep.
To each end of this world I would go,
If you desired so.
For your bliss I do strive,
For me, this bliss thou hast long since created.
When I spend time with you now,
It is Heaven on Earth.

My love,
Thou hast opened a door to an incredible plain,
On which I have but one regard,
Sustain that, which makes us harmonious,
And my passion for you will be sustained.
I will not be absent,
For I am yours.
Now, I have but one statement left to say,
Please, let it run deep, and let it ring true,
Let it be,
I love you



What really bums me out now is the memory that 5 days after i read this to her, i dumped her...

This Lyrics from the band that I am in.The song is called So close
Fell in love at the end of the day, Your Eyes your face, make me stay, Even though in my heart I want to leave.... Looking at the Photos its so hard to see, The way we connect, it is the way to be..

So close, to the high point in my life, So close to the Days I wont live in strife

Big dreams turn to Nightmeres and things I hoped for have not come true, the thing that makes me so happy in life is the fact I got YOU, ohh across the Mountains and through the fields, sepereated by race your parents dont feel,

I though white is to black as black is to white, I guess your parents dont understaned that I cannot put up this fight

So close to the high point in my life, So close to the Days I wont live in Strife..

Why WHy WHy?????...

All of your Poetry in this forum Rock, they are all great!!

Hey guys. My first time posting in this part of AF. I wrote these poems recently. Might post some more later on. Enjoy

"As This Odyssey Begins"

So with this
I shall depart.
But please
No more tears, little Lotus
For I won't be go long.
I'll see you again soon.

The clouds are forming overhead
A storm shall be upon us soon.
But now I must be going.
What's that on your fair cheeks?
Tear drops or rain drops?
No, my darling, please don't cry.

I'll be back by morning
and I will be the sun.
Your sun, little Lotus, your sunshine.
One more kiss and then I'll go
I'll return to you, my darling
Then, we'll walk this path together

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"7 Ways To Leave Your Lover"

You could drown her
in your backyard swimming pool

You could shoot him
with his father's .45

You could run her over
in her '62 Datsun roadster

You could electricute him
with the cable to his Playstation

What about choking her
with her favorite studded belt?

Or beating him over the head
with his favorite socket wrench?

Every way to leave your lover.
Every way except saying "Goodbye"

Just thought i'd throw in another for good measure

"Lies"

Lies, lies, lies
You can't spell "life" without "lie"
Or at least that's what I tell myself
Everything is a lie
Everyone is a liar

Who can I trust?
Where I can I turn?
I look to the heavens
In search of an answer.
But the door is closed
It's locked with no way in.

Locked from the outside?
Or am I on the inside?
On the inside and trapping myself
within my own lies.

Someone please help me
Mother? Father?
Brother? Sister?
Please let me in
and shelter me from myself.

A funny thing occured to me the other day as I was walking my cock.
Normally it would want to cross the street.
I thought that to be a bit funny.
Yet we did it everyday.
But for some reason today.
It did nothing.
I poked at my cock.
It clucked and pecked my knee.
In the end we just went home.
Now my cock can run free in the backyard.
Until I run out of food.
This is the dumbest thing I've done today, by far.
I can't help it.







No time for boiled liquids that just end up burning my tounge
No time for another ciggarette that'll brown up that last bit of lung
No more fun.
No time for putting out on the streets for all to see
No time for painting on the edge of the sky just for me
No more fun.
-----finish this later-----
short mind set

i'm the same as you darkness, i've written a bunch of poems (most of them pure crap) and only like 4 or 5 people know that i do

heres one that i just wrote (at a quarter till midnight):

i close my eyes
and the slideshow begins
your hair, your smile
i see you in front of me
but reaching out to touch your hand
all i get is the feel of the smooth screen
that brings me back to reality

o, why does reality have to be real?

it brings me back to my place
here in front of the computer
with you missing from my side

absent of your beauty
i hold onto the times we've shared
those times of joy
so distant from the now and here

this place is cold and destitute without you
i feel your presence but am still silent with regret
for if we were to never meet again
my lacking would eat me away
it would tear me up from the inside

o, God be merciful!
to give me another chance
to spin myself around
and take you in my arms
to finally say
i love you

and heres another i just wrote directed to a friend a good friend (its combining some advice i've given to her lately):

this is supposed to be the best time of our lives
so lighten up and stop worrying about relationships
that when you look at the big scheme of things
is so puny and insignificant
that it makes you laugh

don't take life too seriously
but don't take it too lightly
that you fail to see the future
smile when you're happy
cry when you're sad
its nice to see you smile
but don't make it a mask too hide behind
cause thats what friends are for
to make that smile genuine
to smooth out the wrinkles in your life
and if you find a "friend"
that doesn't try to flatten those wrinkles
you should lose the problems they create by losing them

"this above all: to thine own self be true"
its not just a quote to remember for the english test
its a rule to live your life by
just as you shouldn't were a mask of smiling
don't wear a mask of a personality
not true to your heart
be yourself and everything will work out
friends will find you

my hope is that this helps you
in any time of need or contemplation
and may God lead you and bless you,
my friend

I feel like a sewing machine
Thats just finished sewing
A turd
To a garbage can lid

-Pure Plagiarism

I'm cold, breathless
Frozen
Dormant like the rosebush in the wintertime
Waiting for my time to wake
when winter finally breaks
spring will come to bring me life,
to grow again,
My thorns are sharp
my petals red
this is what ive become in the after life.

Into the Darkness

I woke up alone today,
And I thought what has happened?
I think for hours all by myself,
When I stumble upon the reason I am simply saddened.

I am cold now and looking for warmth,
But no warmth is to be found.
I learned why I am cold,
As my tears hit the ground.

I am lost in the darkness,,
My light has disappeared.
I have lost my way,
And no pathway is near.

I am missing a piece of me,
Where has it gone?
The piece is you,
I must somehow push on.

Though alone you are in my heart,
Though cold you are warming me,
Though lost you are my guide,
‘Till we meet again together our hearts will be.

This is the story of the one that i lost.The saddest part is that it is all my fualt.I could have done better and been able to keep her,but my life got the better of me and it all went down hill. I'd known her forever and I always will until I forget her, but she will be remembered in my heart always.
Thank you life and the piece of shit hand you dealt me. I had to suffer and make my own families, destroy myself only to build it back, learn the horrors of the world to early and have to face them so soon, thank you for this death that you handed me.

No one reads this anymore, but here's one I wrote today about how I'm feeling lately:


Abandon my heart
for a foolish desire
live with regret
stay warm by its fire.

The one want of all
and the choice so clear
a world fall shattered
and falls with it a tear

The fullness of heart
once red and now black
As I push all away
there is no turning back.

The cure is now hidden
behind a door of disease
and to know all the answers
only two hold the key.

But the want must be present
and the feelings felt true
or nothing will show
to the eyes of the two.

With all that I've seen
and all that I've heard
I ask only for
three caring words.

But before they are said
by the ones that I wish
the one that I don't
first must know this:

I cannot be there
if I don't want to be
Your life is for you
And will never include me.

You wish for my heart
but it is mine to give
so, on without you
my life I will live.

Running, running, running, running, falling, slowly, turning. Spinning in circles, eyes a blur. Where have I been nothing's for sure. Back and forth. I torture myself. All for you, only for you, always for you.


I call this one LOVE.... whatcha think??? :)

Running, running, running, running, falling, slowly, turning. Spinning in cirlces, eyes a blur. Where have I been nothing's for sure. Back and forth. I torture myself. All for you, only for you, always for you.


I call this one LOVE.... whatcha think??? :)
Makes sense, though I personally believe love to be more complex and perplexing than that description. Just recently I had someone tell me that, even though she loves me, she can't be with me, and I want for her so bad to just be in my arms. Figure that one out.

I'll post a couple, since no one has posted here in a few. I'm not going to read back through all the pages to find if this has been asked, but I was just wondering what music you like to listen to while you write? (I know most of us are usually listening to something.) I just wanted to take this opportunity to make a shameless plug for two suggestions that I find really get me inspired. Anything by Underworld (brilliance,) Massive Attack, and a new favorite of mine, a little known group called M83. These guys are absolutely PHENOMENAL, and I highly suggest their album I'm currently listening to, "Dead Cities, Red Seas, and Lost Ghosts."

Anywho, here's some pieces. (If I wasn't so lazy, I'd scan some drawings in for the other sticky post.)
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Look to me with eyes open
Burning like flames evermore
Sear a whole through epic life
Burn a void in all that’s for sure
Break the back of just one more
Step to the edge of the truth
Stare to the terminal horizon
The pains of turmoil uncouth

Envision yourself on a trip down
The path flexes like ribbon
Strengths of all cast down
Fast-timed-heart-stop collision
Mix and match the desires
One in the same to a person
Taken not by ignorance inside
But enamored with indecision
Wearing not clothes but rags
In the dark of varying hope
And the lines flicker white
On the moving image dope

When two converge in fear
And two diverge in doubts
The solution to the equation
Reeks of troubled bouts
Turn still to the western sky
And the fading illumination
Easier than facing eastward
To the rising trepidation

Balance of mentality shifts
Quickly between extremes
Things are rarely what they are
Things are rarely what they seem
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And over and over again
Like ships on the waves
And breath after breath
We grasp blindly for our way
Like those vessels we drift
Tossed about our course
While always in fate’s hands
Come storm or rocky shore
Each to our own little craft
Beaten by wind, sea, and age
On our bows thrust breast out
To confront each passing wave
And sometimes, once in a while
When we’re most alone
The dark and fog part away
And we’re shown the path home.
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You know that feeling?
The emptiness inside.
When it all seems wrong,
And all you want is right.

You know that fear?
That your course is set.
No way to change it,
Just live with that regret.

You know that pain?
When you feel so alone.
And you just want someone,
To call your very own.

You know that burden?
To bear such heavy chains.
During what’s supposed to be,
A youthfully spirited age.

Makes sense, though I personally believe love to be more complex and perplexing than that description. Just recently I had someone tell me that, even though she loves me, she can't be with me, and I want for her so bad to just be in my arms. Figure that one out.
Sorry this is a belated reply, but when it comes to something as complex as love sometimes you just want to explain it with simplicity. Sometimes too many complex things at once makes it hard to write.... know what I mean?

(On a lighter note)


Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was black as soot.

And every where that Mary went.....
his sooty foot he put.

See the pretty little bird?
Hear his merry little twill?
Chirping so happily on
my window sill;

I lured him near
with crumbs of bread;
And then I crushed his
fucking little head.

I worte this for the women i love. Because we live 17hrs apart and cant see each other untill i move next month. I am very diffrent from any one shes ever dated and her family might not execpt me so here it is. Not the best but oh well.

I cant help but wonder
will your family accept me and like me
or will they hate and despise me
I know at first glance im not what i seem to be
the loving man you know me to be
a bad day quicky goes away
your the only one who brightens up my day
when you laugh a smile is on my face
knowing soon ill be in a happier place
a place we can finally be together
where we can spend time doing whatever
i thought the pain would never end
never thought i could feel this way again
these past few months have been my wish
I cant thank you enough for this

Ok....this one is mine. I hope you like it.

-My Destiny-

Wat will my destiny bring???
Money clothes or bling bling???
Will i live in happiness or madness???
Or can it be sorrow or sadness???
WHo will i marry?
Will she be my fairy?
Will i be poor or rich?
I just hope i wont be somebody's bitch.
A destiny is something you choose,
One in which you cannot lose.

Vincent

I am Henry the eighth I am,
Henry the eighth I am, I am,
I got married to the woman next door,
She's been married seven times before,
Second verse, same as first.


Not my material. Genius all the same.

today is the day that i no longer look back at you
i have in my heart the true meaning of what you stand for
it rips my soul and heart of happiness
the presence of you breaks me down emotionally
my heart skips beats and i ponder endless thoughts
thoughts of joy and hapiness with you
those memories are all but real
imaginary depths of my mind which will not forget
the day my world stood still in a lapse of time
myself could not have speech, thoughts, emotions
on the events occuring

nights of endless talking, imagination expanding
what the future holds is nothing more than what
goes on in the mind
could any of this be possible, if so
i have yet to see the truth, only seeing and feeling
false ideas you have planted into my head

in the following days after the breakdown
i found myself asking why
why would you hurt me, all of the three
physically, emotionally, and verbally
suicide came into the mindset, but could not
grip myself to such an action
only action where i could lose everything
and you would win
i hope you are happy with the emotional pain
i am experiencing
i go by day to day hiding my true feelings
only to realize they will show themselves
one day, and one day you will see the true me
and what i have become

and that day is today

As I walked along the footpath one day, a thought crushed my mind. I woke up dazed, confused and in pain. It was mostly pain I felt though. Not really a tremendous pain, but more along the lines of that slow, steady, throb of pain. You know the kind.

I looked around for some assistance and found a familiar face in the distance. However...something was amiss. Something was wrong, yet I could not put my finger on it. The thought that crippled me had impared my vision to a certain degree, almost as though it was meant to keep me from seeing the wrong in the situation. What more could I do? I stumbled around the best I could, feeling blindly for a breath of life. Something. Anything. Yet...nothing; there was nothing.

When the initial shock of this passed, I found myself going over my newfound thought, among the several new ones I now had in mind. To my surprise, that which caused the crippling blow was none other than a manifestation of the unknown, wreaking of fear. As one could imagine, this did not help the predicament I was already in. Now not only was I blind to what fixed my interest, but I was now becoming increasingly afraid of what the truth might be.

Apprehension, how you knew me all to well. It was indeed been a while since we last had tangled--not short enough in my own eyes--and you certainly took your shots then. How unfair it was that you might find me so weak and dejected. Although...I doubt you would have had me any other way.

Nonetheless, if fight I must, then fight I would. I would destroy you with that which I did not have upon our last meeting. I would survive you by simply existing.

Oh how sweet it was to see you fall. The taste in my mouth was sweeter than any wine.



And then, all at once, I caught glimpse of it. A soothing, beautiful light coming strangly closer. Her face...so...beautfiul. I know this woman. Her hands are so smooth on my face as she stares into it with those soft brown eyes.

"Are you alright?"

As I sit up and look around, I realize I am back at home...in my bed. How strange a feeling this is to feel so out of place in my own skin. Were it not for the angel beside me now, I fear nothing would seem right, even when they are just as they should be.

As I finally rest my heart and focus on my surroundings, the sun is beginning to come up. Time to rest--for as long as I can anyway--until the electronic box next to me says a new day is beginning.

Sleep...

...A welcome escape from my own mind...for now....

ok, this may not be that great but its coming directly from my feelings.

Everything i see reminds me of you,
i wish these thoughts would go away,
but they never do,
forget, i wish i may,
but i dont know how,
i dont know whats wrong with me,
i wish i could find out,
please, God let her see,
that without her, i would not be.
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My love for you is endless,
like the depths of the sea,
when i lay in bed at night,
i wish you were lying here with me,
nothing can define, the feelings that i have for you,
all i can say is: i dont know what to do,
i just need to know,
do you love me so?
i wish that whats in front of you is what you really see,
because whats in front of you,
has always been me.
for Leah
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heres my crappy crap.. if any of you like it and want to read more, pm me and I can give you a link to myspace .. where I post pretty regularly new poems.

Yelling at kids


Maybe I should
I'll do what you say
Stray away
Let words drift into other temples
Let promises dance with other whispers
Let my heart float on another wind
Let you miss
What I could've given
What I have given
What shouldn't be given
What.. won't be given?
The battle wears me out
Fighting impossible odds
For your amusement
For your pleasure
For you
Still I go on..
But I grow weary and bored
Of caring
Of caring for the prize of life
Of caring
For you


Twisting, turning, my heart is dizzy


I'm stupid
Brash, quick, and abrasive
I never fail
Never fail to make the worst decisions
When your distant fingers beckon to me
Never fail
To believe the things I say to myself
To keep myself coming back to you
My age is showing
Lack there-of.. should I say?
"I'll stay here.. inside my trance.."
"Come out.."
"Why?"
"I want you to.."
Couldn't resist..
Like grave moss
Creeping upon my dead eyes
Wrapping it's deathly bones around my skull
Pressing
Pressing down..
Pressing hard..
I can't breathe anymore..
Throw me to the sea, you don't need me.
"No! Come back!"
I'll not stay here long.
I'll not let it happen again.


Stopped cold


I'm me.
I'll never be
What you want me to be
I'll always be the trash
That you say you're proud of
And I'll still hear the snide remarks
About the son you're proud of
The trash you so cherish
That makes you glad you made me
I'll never be
Clean-cut
Unscarred
Undamaged
Because I'll never be
What you want me to be
I'll always be
Trash


Want to dance?


Could force myself tonight
To impale myself on your words
And spit my blood upon my shoes
Just to hear you speak
Just to taste your lips
Just to wander in your touch
Would you still taste of my heart?
Even though it were soaked in death?
Could pull myself closer
Down your razor sharp words
Just to peer through the red haze
And catch the glint off your gaze
Though your eyes shown purple
They still burned through me
Still haunted me
Still touched my soul
Still told me they cared
Could let myself fall
And with my last rasping gasp
Apologize for my presence.


Hot like you..


Awoken inside
A great beast disturbed from slumber
Would you keep your promise?
It feels a need
a great Need
To feast upon your temple
And bring your walls crashing down
Crumbling to dust
Forgotten and lonely
You gazed upon his eye
Closed your own
And nodded
Great cyclopean motions
Like the raging sea
Would you?
Will you?
Shake hands with Death
Make promises with abandon
And let me inside?


Chewing on Sour Truths

Pretentious, aren't I?
Swallowing my pride
Trying to give you the easy way out
Yet you hold me inside
No escape
'Not yet..'
Burns like razor love
Your words like dead moss
My tongue curls
Stomache heaves
Not again..
You echo my feelings
Yet I know my words to be true
Take me to my earthen home
And pour my thoughts into the sea
Feeling like I'm lost without your touch
And lost if I stay here
And yet.. I won't let go


Sixteen Style Pain


In dreams
We stood there
In the doorway to eternity
Shuffling feet and staring down
Vertigo
Aged bones losing grips
Young minds losing focus
Self-loathing dreamers
Searching for one another
Amidst the darkening hours
Every morning grows more grim
Knowing I'll watch the stars tonight
Before the stars in your eyes
Still
Promises of love
And deep gashes in my back
Set my lantern aflame
In the green haze
So that I can find my way back to your cloud
And always watch the stars with you..


Like blue that's gone black..


I stood motionless
Gaping maw swallowing a harsh pill
Arterial suicide
Can you feel it?
You let me spill all over you, now
And all I can manage is one more
"I'm sorry.."
One last gaping breath
Then you pushed me into your pool of hate
I screamed
I gagged
I drowned
In your last gaze
Would you but pull me up one more time?
So I could chew the hate from your swollen lips
But one more time.


Inside the ghostly blue..


Could
Should you ever know?
What goes on inside my torrential rain?
I could lie and say something else
How's the weather up there?
On your cloud..
Could never get past them
Those ghostly blue orbs
That tell me so many secrets
So many thoughts
That bring me to rise
Out of the piercing black
And onto your cloud
Just to gaze into you
Get lost in you
Mesmerized by those deep blue dreams
Taunting me to ask..
Could I?
Would I?
Should I?
Spill my life onto the parchment
For you
And say
"Yes, it is you.."

IF I COULD TELL YOU ANYTHING

If I could tell you anything
What would it be
It would start with I still love you
Do you still love me

If I could ask you anything
I’d ask “where did I go wrong”
When did the love we built
Stop and not move on

Where would I be
If you were by my side
Could I still be happy
If we gave it one more try?

I hate to think it’s gone
But I know it’s true
But it’s the one thing that I got
Holding on to you

Be it right, be it wrong
It gets me through the day
So I can go to sleep and act
Like you never went away

If I could tell you anything
I’d keep it all inside
Cause it would hurt too much to see
It all pass me by

Maybe I let you go to easy
Maybe I should have tried
To keep us all together
For you to stay mine

Even if we stayed
Together to this point
You’d still be a free spirit
I can’t pretend to bring you joy

If we were still together
You’d still be unhappy
And I would be exhausted
Thinking how to be

Everything you want
And everything you need
I would not be happy
Knowing I couldn’t be

All the space you need
And all the time to grow
I can’t make you love me
But I think you ought to know

If I could tell you anything
This is what I’d say
I’d start with I still love you
And that every night I pray

That somewhere deep inside your heart
You still have love for me
And you ask yourself the question
If I could tell you anything

MY SKIN

I heard your voice
I turned my head
I saw your smile
And then I said
"It's been awhile"
Where do I begin
To compile
What's in my skin

I heard you laugh
I saw you cry
I said hello
You said goodbye
The highs and lows
Of where I've been
Goes to show
What's in my skin

I lay awake
And dream of you
It's not right
But what can I do
But lay and cry
You still exist
Deep inside
Of my skin

WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

Where has my life gone
I stand in it today
They think I'm who I was
Back in yesterday
That picture on the wall
Says it all to clear
Where has my life gone
Fade to in a year

This place still sits the same
It still echoes with our love
Then why God is it empty
Where has my life gone

This city's still the same
Nothing has time touched
Only time can't feel the changes
That it has brought to us
I can't leave this memory's just a torture
Of where my life has gone

This place still sits the same
Still echoes with our love
I'm a prisoner of my memory
That's where my life has gone

Hey guys, this is my first time posting here, so please let me know what you think!! thanks!

Indecisive

So hard to do this
yet harder to not
this mess that im into
is now all that ive got

ive been lyin here
just thinkin alot
but im starting to doubt
my process of thought

and as i lye awake
looking up at the ceiling
my heart is hurting
and my head is reelin

both are pullin me
but in different directions
in my mind
i can see his reflection

my heart skips a beat
insisting its right
but my head knows best
and im in for a fight

to know one thing
and want another
i cant decide
between one or the other

Hey guys, this is my first time posting here, so please let me know what you think!! thanks!

Indecisive

...to know one thing
and want another
i cant decide
between one or the other
Pretty good... a very relatable topic. What did you decide?

Haven’t you seen it? The way it forms right there in front of you, and the whole time, you didn’t even notice. It’s a slow progressing threat that will still jump you in the brightest of alleys. Sudden, unexpected, yet, it’s as clear as the sky in the eye of the storm afterwards.

You finally glue together the pieces that were there the whole time at your fingertips and you see the mess that stirred and brewed right there while you did nothing about it because you were blinded. Blinded by invincibility, or the thought of, for you couldn’t possibly grasp the problem that lay in your bubble. It was just off shore, near the rim, where the fishermen catch, and where it is too deep to swim. That should explain the miss that you made but not the mistake in which you couldn’t prevent the storm from breaking the clay. Some call you naïve, since they all seem to know and perhaps you are in such a wonderful fantasy, but you must learn that this is actually reality.

She crawls closer and you stare her down, not as a threat, but as another meeting of the usual kind that you have always faced and drilled your way through. There’s that shocker though, that you never thought you could see and it suddenly bursts, like the storm that it is and you drop at the sound you hear coming from her rage. She draws the lifeline that you’ll live for the time she weighs upon you and then when she is gone, her influence lingers still, like a London fog on a usual night. That is when you awake, from the thought that finally occurs and you brace yourself for the impact of what is to come. The suspicion grows inside you and you have finally climbed aboard the train that had been moving the whole time, and that everyone else had settled comfortably on staring as to when it was your time.

She continues to crawl closer towards you and you decide to have the first attack at it but you’re held back by the “what if’’s of life and the invincibility sinks back into your soul but you shrug it off before it controls you then she’s there. Reaching you before you reached yourself and she’s staring, right into your eyes and like that, you’ve lost your mind as you can only stare through her into space, where you wished you were at this moment. The motions flow and the effects of the cause continue as they always do as life continues on the train pulls out of the station with everyone else being the fool and you barely escaping the title as you stand outside the steps leading to the car.

The sun begins to set as the storm never came and rather a pleasant breeze causes goose bumps to form on not just you, but her as she remains by your side and the meeting was just that, with the addition of three words that she let off her lips for the first time in all sincerity and the force that fought so hard to separate only caused a stronger union.

I love to write poetry. I have been doing it since I got started in a high school class. I don't think it is wussy. I :banghead: just think that it is a way to release alot of tension and you know what the girls do like it! I will post some of mine...although I am not a poet on the spot I have some written. Even got some published do an author search at http://www.poetry.com for David Galich and you'll see mine. Plus post yours there too! Prizes and the chance to get your poems in a book.

Thanks

I love poetry.com. My daughters also have published works there. It's amazing to see how their poems have gotten better over the years. What started out as a journal to write feelings down over my divorce, turned out to be a very good thing for them. I dabble a little with poetry too, but not often. When the mood strikes me. No where as good as my daughters though.

Illusions Of Insainity


What has brought me to this point within mind of chaos
Where balance once was within my heart and thoughts
Sure chaos of cleaning not wanting to harm my children
Was always there within due to past as a child myself
Though to cross the line of what I am and what I have become is beyond compare
To that of what should be within to that I know to be true
Life and minds can be cruel at my own doing within stupidity
Of games played for fun and out of boredom
The want to smash the glass I look within as I brush my hair
As illusions of insanity come clear within reflections
Only to despite back to reality known true
Beautiful I am as a woman within and out
A love for all who cross my path wishing no harm to any
Trust within most I meet within this world we live upon
Though trust can go so far when illusions Begin to take hold
Why must these illusions came to me within glass of reflections as eyes change
The only wish within my very mind is to be as I once was within mind
Mind and thoughts of sain proportions for love of my family and all I meet
Why must I be like the one who has scared me within the past
Talk of rape out of his lips due to his illness
No more is he allowed within my home for trust was broken within his words
His words that harmed his dad and my family through letters of perverse nature
I wish not to fall within his illusions of flowers forming behind women
As they stroll down the street
Take this curse away from me dear lord
Restore me to the woman I know to be true
Back to myself once again for I have became but an illusion of insanity myself
No more wants to be this way within my now mind of chaos
His views are not as mine and I refuse to allow it to ruin my life




Illusions


Reflections in mirrors of change
Just illusions of my brother I did see
Within reality my self I did stay
Hair upon lip just illusions, tricks of the mind
Insanity of reflections leave me pondering
My eyes once that of the deepest brown
Now Golden brown with patterns of the Sun surrounding the black
Could it be just more illusions of the mind
Or have they changed within reality
Thoughts left to ponder







Lady Of The Myst


As shadows ride the forest glare
He greets his bride the one so fair
Lost to him by hands that wield
Sacred sword and mighty shield
Only to him be seen at night
This beautiful maiden who lost her life

i found this writing site that people can use
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