oh cool uh yea

My heart, My fragile heart
has begun to fall apart
I saw you with her, that evil girl
Ideas began to toss and turn, whirl and twirl
She saw me and slightly waved
Everything froze as I braved
to approach you and her
I dazzled a smile
but my heart strained to break all the while
I wanted to scream my feelings to you
Tell you it was you and you only that I love
But.....I didn't....couldn't
So here I stand wishing you'd hear this
And you'd embrace me in your arms
Yes...that would be pure bliss

Thanx tell me what you think.

Because curse words are not edited anymore.

Ok what is with the copy and pasting the whole board? well whatever. hey Riska how come your post didn't get edited? (Please don't yell at me for asking this stupid question but as I am curious I had to.)

Introspection

I take a deep breath and dive in me to challenge my ego,
Silently I drift upon my inner Lake of Fire.
And there is need for me to reach the shore of self-consciousness,
Alack, all I perceive is the echo of my lost emotions!
And the winds have carried distant voices unto me,
From the surface of time created, by an infinite whispering sea.
I, sometimes dream of stagnant time, seal’d within the Eye,
And of that constrain’d motion, an indolent worschipper become I.

Temporal divinity, beyond my ridiculous life,
Hormonal activity! Such a fallacious strife!
Too much time have I lost in regrets & passions,
And I do not want to e’er be enslav’d by emotions!
Within me do I travel at my own fancy
So as to understand what moveth me.
Love, hate, attraction, repulsion,
Binary systems of apprehension.
And when I visualize things in death posture,
I only behold but a dramatic mental gesture.
When a deep fall taketh me within,
I lose all notion of good and sin.
I experience a kind of reality
And leave my body’s ability.
Sensations are blur’d but true,
I ‘ve known so much & so few:

A double-sided mirror reflecting its own reflexion,
A microcosmic prism deflecting some macrocosmic light,
Falling, I am lifted towards the firmament of ecstasy
Where ataraxia and eponia are Sol and Luna!

What hope could I find amongst ephemeral creatures?
As Life itself, I move from one body to another
And find in them a way to sustain my Self
As far as possible from th’irony of death.


This is a text I wrote for one of my band's song. This is death metal.

this is my personal favorite. by W.B.Yeats.
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I had the Heavens' embroided cloths
enwroughten with golden and silverlight
The blue and the dim and the dark cloth of night and light and half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I being poor have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
tread softly for you tread on my dreams

Lord Tennyson is going to come back from the dead and murder them in their sleep.

Ladies, did you just copy and paste everything in this thread?

You know, when the Black Eyed Peas said, "Let's get retarded," they didn't mean literally. Damn you, BEP.

What the fuck? No one wants to read an essay, go away.

Cannot
my eyes cannot c thru the blackness of deciet
my ears cannot hear thru the endless wailing of defeat
My tongue cannot taste thru the bitterness of lies
And my hands cannot reach thru the thickening wall of despise
U C each day I retry these things that I cannot do
But I still try Hoping that one day I can get thru







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Sunset


Registered: October 17, 2003
Posts: 4563 Posted December 20, 2004 12:49 PM OK, since I saw 3 different threads started by 3 different people posting about their poetry, how about just having one big thread for posting poems? Just thought I'd give it a try.

And since this is a thread for poetry, I'll post one of my recent poems:

The day I regret
Is the day that I didn't say I loved him
Because that is the day he died.
He died in a hospital bed
He was fighting an on-going war.
He lost that battle, on that day
That I didn't say I loved him
That day will haunt me forever
It has shattered my heart
I cant stand myself
And I miss him so much
I wish he was here
To tell me it was OK
To tell me he loved me
And that he will see me tomorrow
And all of the days after that.
I know that he is in a lovely place
Away from that pain
God looking over him
Him looking over me
That heals some of the pain.
I cry everyday
He's always on my mind
I regret so much
I wish I can take it back
Take back his pain
I wish I could have taken his place
I wish I could have died.
He was such a good person
Caring and loving
I miss all of those memories
I wish I could freeze them in time
He never deserved to die.
-Sunset

http://www.myspace.com/7098610
Sugarzoe


Registered: September 09, 2005
Posts: 217 Posted October 09, 2005 08:43 PM The Happiest Day"
The happiest day -- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

i didn't write this but it is one the poems that i love fromt his artist

Would anyone notice if I killed myself ~�~ would anyone really care ~�~if it was up to you to save my life~�~ would you even be there
chaos


Registered: December 09, 2002
Posts: 90 Posted October 09, 2005 08:35 PM interesting poem chrissylynn...
i lie the line:
she turned her back i was alone...
deep.

The death of one is a tragedy, but the death of millions is just a statistic. -Marilyn Manson
ChrissyLynn


Registered: September 19, 2005
Posts: 185 Posted October 09, 2005 07:13 PM The World That I'm Not Living In

I laughed, the world laughed with me
I smiled, she smiled the same
I entered the world with similar views
Alike values and a common name
I held the Worlds hand
just like everyone else
She taught me to be like others
And have no opinions of my own
I listened and followed like
everyone does
And soon I started resenting
Who the world was
And when I told the world
that I did not agree with the way
she thought we all should be
I dropped her hand to hold my own
She turned her back I was alone
I once had laughed
The world laughed with me
I once had smiled through constant fears
But when I cried the world laughed louder
And when I screamed she held her ears.

what do you think?

Stop the world, I want to get off!
klguddat


Registered: September 10, 2003
Posts: 207 Posted October 09, 2005 06:34 PM Thanks guys. It was kinda about suicide and cutting. So...yeah. Thanks for the input.

Just call me Captain Sillypants.
SouthernBelle


Registered: April 02, 2003
Posts: 150 Posted October 09, 2005 06:15 PM Not very reader friendly, but I sort of liked that about it. I liked it much better when read aloud though.

If you can't take down the holiday lights, don't put them up.
MoonGoddess


Registered: August 10, 2005
Posts: 47 Posted October 09, 2005 08:26 AM Was it supposed to be about suicide or cutting....well, either way it was good I think it was touching

All It Took Was A Knife And A Desperate Heart.....
klguddat


Registered: September 10, 2003
Posts: 207 Posted October 09, 2005 12:03 AM I know this thread's a little old, but I wanted to post mine.


- Break -
One chance, a thousand mistakes
Another chance, I will not take
A hundred years to make it right
But I'm too weak, I cannot fight
My heart is breaking
My soul is aching
You've taken my life
I take the knife
I begin to weep
The cut is deep

Tell me what ya guys think..

Just call me Captain Sillypants.
risika2004


Registered: April 03, 2004
Posts: 3698 Posted September 24, 2005 07:13 PM Surely.

"Fate goes ever as fate must"- Beowulf
SouthernBelle


Registered: April 02, 2003
Posts: 150 Posted September 24, 2005 07:12 PM quote:
Originally posted by risika2004:
Thanks, Southern. Yours is pretty good. I'd add two more lines to the last stanza, but other than that it's really good.


Thanks for the advice.

If you can't take down the holiday lights, don't put them up.
risika2004


Registered: April 03, 2004
Posts: 3698 Posted September 24, 2005 06:55 PM Thanks, Southern. Yours is pretty good. I'd add two more lines to the last stanza, but other than that it's really good.

"Fate goes ever as fate must"- Beowulf
SouthernBelle


Registered: April 02, 2003
Posts: 150 Posted September 24, 2005 04:45 PM Risk, I really liked your poem. I liked the beat i felt when reading it out loud.

Here is one of my own. I don't normally make rhyming poems, so don't tear me out if it is not as great as everyone else's.

Cruel Potion

As I open up mine eyes
and stare into the window of your soul.
I see that underneath lies
your true self, instead of the outward troll.

I watch you as the tears
make a viel acroos your face.
And, stare as they erase all the years
that were spent in a hiding place.

I unlock the door
keeping you from showing your real emotion
you hide, screaming, "don't open up that door anymore!"
With your drunken lust of the creul potion,

you make and break the heart
and so now we must forever part.

If you can't take down the holiday lights, don't put them up.
risika2004


Registered: April 03, 2004
Posts: 3698 Posted September 23, 2005 09:44 PM Darkness Falls

In the dark
In the cold,
I feel so alone.
Thoughts are cloudy, confusing me so.
In the dark...in the cold.
I see an outline in the shadows,
I feel fear grip me like a vice holding me in place,
Watching...waiting.
In the dark...in the cold.
The outline is upon me,
No getting out.
The end is near; the grip is tighter.
Slowly, I can't breathe.
No air...no light...no sound.
In the dark.
In the cold.
I am awake; it was all the shadow...
In the dark.
In the cold.
I am no longer alone.

"Fate goes ever as fate must"- Beowulf
singing2save


Registered: September 15, 2005
Posts: 6 Posted September 23, 2005 09:21 AM Ok i don't know if i'm good at writing these poems at all, but i think there so much fun to write so i'll post one......

Hold ME / Hello, Good-Bye
The sun is setting on our dreams
Being interrupted by what life seems
All i need is you right now
Just hold me in your arms right now
Tomorrow brings a new day
Filled with its share of heartache
But lets not think about that right now
Just hold me in your arms right now
I will never forget your love and care
This feeling i can hardly bare
I long for your love right now
Just hold me in your arms right now
Now we are being torn away
Yet our true love must stay
We must not let them win right now
Just hold me in your arms right now
This time has past before our eyes
A new day is shining through the skies
I must not cry right now
I want to be in your arms right now
Let us look into each others eyes
Oh my love hello, good-bye

Where words fail, music speaks. - Hans Christian Andersen
klguddat


Registered: September 10, 2003
Posts: 207 Posted September 22, 2005 08:07 PM I like the first one, especially the part about noone hearing the pain.

Just call me Captain Sillypants.
Sunset


Registered: October 17, 2003
Posts: 4563 Posted September 21, 2005 01:01 AM quote:
I've written poems like that before too, where I go back and look at it and want to throw it away. What do you hate about it?


I only like the first 7 lines. I just dont like it. I dont like my poetry. I think I write stories better, its harder for me to make a poem. I had a good story on my other computer, but the computer crashed.

Recent poems:

Prision

I'm trapped in my mind of worthless thoughts and dreams
I cant get out, no matter how hard I push and pull on the doors that lead.
My thoughts are a prison that I cannot escape, draining the soul of my being.
I look in a mirror and see the soul that has been lost, no life in my eyes, the stars are gone
The scars are the memories of the voices in my head
To tell me to not live again.
Why waste the time of day, they used to say
You're not worth anything, no one cares.
I heard them over and over again, I started to believe.
I prayed and wished to not be here again, to not wake up and see the day.
To live in the darkness and peace.
To not feel the hurt that eats me up inside
I keep slipping farther, farther down that rope that keeps me tied.
I'll try to hold on, until my hands bleed.
I'm just a fallen angel that fell at the wrong time,
The frustration lives inside, coming out as anger and strife.
Pounding on the doors to let me free, my knuckles becoming bruised and weak.
Yelling so loud, hopefully someone will hear my pain.

Magic and Myth

He's magic and myth, as strong as what I believe, a tragedy with more damage than a soul should see.
I don’t know what hes after, what his mind seeks, but hes just so beautiful just lying there, fast asleep.
Such a disaster, with a heart of gold, tears of blood and a soul of pearls
The tears and hurt are apparent on his face, looking much older than he really is.
His warm smile can brighten any day and put a smile across your face.
His body is so warn, so weak, but his mind is strong and deep.
Always deep in thought, no one knows what he thinks.
He’s quick to react, always running away, even though he knows it wont solve his problems.
He can’t escape the hurt, ‘this is just an endless game,’ he once said.
He always tried to solve others problems when he couldn’t even fix his own
A tough battle, he always lost, it was as far as he got before he turned and walked away.
He would never accept help, to stubborn and independent.
You would try to reach out, but he would just pull away.
He never wanted to be a burden, even though he knew he needed the help.
He always put others before him, he wasn’t worth it he believed.
He always said he was fine, even if he was dying inside.
He turned to alcohol and drugs to try to smother his problems.
Everything just became worse, he was falling apart.
No one knew how bad it was, till the news came.
He was hit by a train, his friends witnessed it all, his mother was too late.
His girlfriend was put on trial for murder, she was the one who gave him the pills that put him to his grave.
His mother didn’t even have enough money for the funeral, he was buried and had a temporary grave stone, that was brought down the next day.
No one will forget the boy who was such a tragedy but had the heart of gold.
-Sunset

http://www.myspace.com/7098610
xSHORTYx


Registered: September 10, 2005
Posts: 33 Posted September 20, 2005 10:49 PM kk, well this is my 1st poem, well i dnt kno if u would consider it a poem... but yeah, and like i thought of it last nite wen i
was thinking of my BF:

If i was heart broken,
would you sow my heart back together?
If i was crying,
would you wipe my tears?
If i was dying,
would you cry for me?
If i was cold,
would you let me use your jacket?
If i said i love you,
would you say you love me back?
If i had to leave,
would you grab my hand and say NO,
and would you always remember me?
If i said i couldnt see you cuz my parents said NO,
would you still come and throw rocks at my window?

kk well tell me how you like it <33333
http://www.myspace.com/crzy_4_u

Jessica <3
xSHORTYx


Registered: September 10, 2005
Posts: 33 Posted September 20, 2005 10:17 PM dash69 i like your poem

Jessica <3
klguddat


Registered: September 10, 2003
Posts: 207 Posted September 20, 2005 08:34 AM I've written poems like that before too, where I go back and look at it and want to throw it away. What do you hate about it?

Just call me Captain Sillypants.
Sunset


Registered: October 17, 2003
Posts: 4563 Posted September 20, 2005 12:12 AM Thanks, I hate it. I cringe everytime I see it.
-Sunset

http://www.myspace.com/7098610
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The Happiest Day"
The happiest day -- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

i didn't write this but it is one the poems that i love fromt his artist

interesting poem chrissylynn...
i lie the line:
she turned her back i was alone...
deep.

The World That I'm Not Living In

I laughed, the world laughed with me
I smiled, she smiled the same
I entered the world with similar views
Alike values and a common name
I held the Worlds hand
just like everyone else
She taught me to be like others
And have no opinions of my own
I listened and followed like
everyone does
And soon I started resenting
Who the world was
And when I told the world
that I did not agree with the way
she thought we all should be
I dropped her hand to hold my own
She turned her back I was alone
I once had laughed
The world laughed with me
I once had smiled through constant fears
But when I cried the world laughed louder
And when I screamed she held her ears.

what do you think?

Thanks guys. It was kinda about suicide and cutting. So...yeah. Thanks for the input.

Not very reader friendly, but I sort of liked that about it. I liked it much better when read aloud though.

Was it supposed to be about suicide or cutting....well, either way it was good I think it was touching

I know this thread's a little old, but I wanted to post mine.


- Break -
One chance, a thousand mistakes
Another chance, I will not take
A hundred years to make it right
But I'm too weak, I cannot fight
My heart is breaking
My soul is aching
You've taken my life
I take the knife
I begin to weep
The cut is deep

Tell me what ya guys think..

Surely.

quote:

Originally posted by risika2004:
Thanks, Southern. Yours is pretty good. I'd add two more lines to the last stanza, but other than that it's really good.

Thanks for the advice.