Poetry or Writing

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.."

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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

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

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(This was on 2005) I went to visit an aunt that I haven't seen in a while. She was all excited to show me her big new house and big closet. While we were in her closet she took down a photo album of her son that she gave birth to dead. (just last month) The baby died because the doctor gave her experimental drugs. So anyway she was flipping through the pictures and all I could think of is how sad it was seeing that beautiful baby lying there so lifeless. I didn't cry though till I got to the last picture and saw the mom and dad holding the baby with the saddest look on their face. My uncle was telling me how the dad kept saying "Wake up, wake up, please wake up." and as I saw the photos all I could think about was him saying that over and over again. It's so very sad and unfair. I decided I'd write a poem to him.

To my cousin born in heaven.

I try to hold back these tears I feel
When I think of you lying there so very still

So I think about you in a better place
Living in heaven with that beautiful face

You never had a chance to live
To experience the life and love we'd give

Even though you've gone away
We know you're loved where you stay

Nothing can tear that love apart
You'll always be with us in our heart

It reminded me of my baby brother and his family that he left behind while stationed over in Africa this last year. He has been in the Iraq war since my daughter was but a baby. I was the first one he called when the Towers fell.

A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this mom ent, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a mom ent I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts…

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said, "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.”
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."