Poetry or Writing

[Mediocrity]

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.."

[oneillchick]

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

[Damien]

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.

[davee99]

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 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

[lakwo]

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

[seththaevilone]

i found this writing site that people can use
www.writing.com

[simpleautoglass]

(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

[karmacae]

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."