Turing Machinehead Posted July 19, 2009 Share Posted July 19, 2009 Can't stop words keep coming to my mind Tie me up in sheets on fire in the ruffled soft desire there's a darkness never sung a secret kept you bite my tongue. Broken wood and steel springs sprung in silken blindfold I am spun land and sink and there I slide through satin sheets forever glide. We exist there lost to all outside the loveless barren call feed on me I feed on you this is all that's real and true. This is awesome. You don't like Sam Hunt do you? He's my favourite poet (and from NZ so probably you will never have hear of him). Your poems remind me of him a bit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 19, 2009 Share Posted July 19, 2009 This is awesome. You don't like Sam Hunt do you? He's my favourite poet (and from NZ so probably you will never have hear of him). Your poems remind me of him a bit. Thank you! No never heard of Sam Hunt will have to give him a look. I am a poetry addict! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Madam Harkonnen Posted July 19, 2009 Share Posted July 19, 2009 Six Months Our hands in each other's pockets Walking across the crashing, frozen grass Blue eyes Chasing golden birds by the riverside Paganini rolling over wheatfields Red hair Not talking, just sitting Watching seaweed roll in the calm water Warm hands Now drifting with pale, pulsing jellyfish And sparkling turquoise in the sunlit bay Treasured Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turing Machinehead Posted July 19, 2009 Share Posted July 19, 2009 No never heard of Sam Hunt will have to give him a look. I am a poetry addict! Well the funny thing is if you ever met him you probably would never guess he is a poet. He's certainly one of the most entertaining and unique poets I've ever met. He's got a really unusual way of phrasing his poems and he reads them out in a very distinctive manner. I was hoping I might be able to find an example on YouTube but he appears to be a rather elusive character! But his poems sound amazing read by him. Sam Hunt List of works So possibly being a NZder his books might be hard to come by but the one I like the most “Approaches to Paremata” is available on Amazon UK. The only poem I can come across online is this. Very NZ flavour to it obviously – we have lots of possums on our roads and the whole country is connected from top to bottom by one highway. The Maori words are place names. http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1566.html . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 20, 2009 Share Posted July 20, 2009 Well the funny thing is if you ever met him you probably would never guess he is a poet. He's certainly one of the most entertaining and unique poets I've ever met. He's got a really unusual way of phrasing his poems and he reads them out in a very distinctive manner. I was hoping I might be able to find an example on YouTube but he appears to be a rather elusive character! But his poems sound amazing read by him. Sam Hunt List of works So possibly being a NZder his books might be hard to come by but the one I like the most “Approaches to Paremata” is available on Amazon UK. The only poem I can come across online is this. Very NZ flavour to it obviously – we have lots of possums on our roads and the whole country is connected from top to bottom by one highway. The Maori words are place names. http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1566.html . Aww thanks for that! I like the one you posted the link too. Will have to get the book from amazon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 20, 2009 Share Posted July 20, 2009 Six Months Our hands in each other's pockets Walking across the crashing, frozen grass Blue eyes Chasing golden birds by the riverside Paganini rolling over wheatfields Red hair Not talking, just sitting Watching seaweed roll in the calm water Warm hands Now drifting with pale, pulsing jellyfish And sparkling turquoise in the sunlit bay Treasured Wow like that one a lot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 20, 2009 Share Posted July 20, 2009 "Is it over yet?" I look through the cracks of my fingers. The house makes a horrible creek I shreek "it is keeping us!" Run the blade across your hand across my hand and make the oath. I would take the chance on a bold advance but here I stay with you my friend. I can't hurt you, you know I never could. Ohh dark Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted July 21, 2009 Share Posted July 21, 2009 Dumb notes. Bum notes. Lots of 'why's and 'when's in despair. Dumb notes. Plum notes. Sounding a bit overwhelming. Dumb notes. Ho-hum notes. Sigh, we're never satisfied. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zdarlight Posted July 26, 2009 Share Posted July 26, 2009 I can't get this out of my head!I can't remember where or when I heard it: It's 5 a.m. and I see the sun rise, Is that your face in the eerie glow? You've loved me once,you've left me twice, I still haven't let you go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 Perennial melancholy Blossoming At least something grows here... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pandaman37 Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 sandy beaches and wafting breeze dont wake me up, i hate to see the parched skies and baked asphalt. walk outside, choke to breathe stumble along, get through the day find my bed, at night i lay search for sleep, back to the sea. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 Perennial melancholy Blossoming At least something grows here... Lovely sandy beaches and wafting breeze dont wake me up, i hate to see the parched skies and baked asphalt. walk outside, choke to breathe stumble along, get through the day find my bed, at night i lay search for sleep, back to the sea. That's gorgeous, love it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 If you have time to climb down, you reach such hights on those clear nights out capturing stars, you have sombody waiting and all for this, one single kiss to keep me till you're back again. Show me where you live I want to be there, however I stare I can't quite reach you. Ok reached the end of that one! The universe is enough, after all I have learned this. Took a while for me to see that my problems are as small as I am. Lost in love, in a vacuum I am so fragile but while I am here there are things to inspire. I love you forever even though I don't know you forever but never and that is ok. That one was a bit blah Don't care Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Animus Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 okok ivee posted the first part of this but i finished it a couple days ago...  our world is growing old the galaxies are nothing but dust our blooming sun is buring out this is my conclusion my conclusion  we drink the blood from the dying religion and we pray for "gods" forgiveness  dressed in gold imprissoned your feelings in the darkness where no light can reach  emiting white light eventually dying cupped in the fingers of the elderly this is the conclusion the conclusion  this is one of my 3 completed songs, its called Black Creek and it took me a year to write it... i know im slow but i just couldnt think of anything to write until a couple days ago Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alies Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 It was the first time I held your hand. It felt like I was in shock. I could barely move a lit. Like the fingers of a clock. Still we kept on running. While the wind blew through your hair. And when we slowed our pace again I thought it was not fair. Deep inside I was struggling To release your lovely hand. I knew I had to run away. But even today, I know I can't Just made it up. I'm still working on it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crazy_chocobo Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 Tick Tock Tick Tock Mind Block Pen Stop Eyes Up Time Shock Jaw Drop No Luck Time's Up Oh Fu... Or.... a slightly more Poem like feel: Creativity explodes across the white canvas Ink pen aching to stop. But the thoughts keep flying out. Words twisting to form images Real life, to fantasy Flowing into a new world of imagination Emotion crawls across the page, Merging with stories of Faith, Reality, Love. And like a flower, It blossoms. It blooms It consumes The Paper. No longer white with innocence But black with brilliance The similes dance The metaphors prance A party of passion fuelled words Mixing together Creating, Perfection Of Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popelady Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 Tick Tock Tick Tock Mind Block Pen Stop Eyes Up Time Shock Jaw Drop No Luck Time's Up Oh Fu... this is good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kieren Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 There are reflections in my eyes, Of feet that smell of pies. All this I can't dispise, Ooh, United States of Eurasia on iTunes guys! On noes, I lies, It's just We Are The Champions in disguise, I thought I was more wise, The difference between Muse and Queen I need to realise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zdarlight Posted July 28, 2009 Share Posted July 28, 2009 okok ivee posted the first part of this but i finished it a couple days ago... our world is growing old the galaxies are nothing but dust our blooming sun is buring out this is my conclusion my conclusion we drink the blood from the dying religion and we pray for "gods" forgiveness dressed in gold imprissoned your feelings in the darkness where no light can reach emiting white light eventually dying cupped in the fingers of the elderly this is the conclusion the conclusion this is one of my 3 completed songs, its called Black Creek and it took me a year to write it... i know im slow but i just couldnt think of anything to write until a couple days ago This is fucking amazing,Juney! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zdarlight Posted July 28, 2009 Share Posted July 28, 2009 There are reflections in my eyes, Of feet that smell of pies. All this I can't dispise, Ooh, United States of Eurasia on iTunes guys! On noes, I lies, It's just We Are The Champions in disguise, I thought I was more wise, The difference between Muse and Queen I need to realise. :LOL: I died. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted July 29, 2009 Share Posted July 29, 2009 The Youthful Voice of Fantasy Experience. She might have been naked, I watched her move as if there was no ground, Pure white wisps seemed to whisper across her every movement Her walk was a dance, with every movement my heart leapt and my stomach turned. It was love, but it could have been fear, I think it was the first time she was asked, And while the fever remained for some time it soon lessened, I was able to speak, with difficulty, and soon I was turning and running away from her. My imagination was sad, Mournful to have broken her angelic vision, I was glad I did it because she could have danced into danger, I taught her what love she shone out of her body and she learned to conserve it. That is why I asked her 'out' Because she was so delicate and small, I had to protect her by forcing her to say no. I am always in control. Every time I've caught a falling angel from heaven, I've dropped every single one. Response to 'The Youthful Voice of Fantasy Experience.' She probably had a bad personality. She probably had irritating habits. She was probably autistic. She was probably not a virgin. She probably had a disease that made her inconsolable. She would expect me to talk about useless things. She would probably argue with me all the time. Her face would probably get old. Realistically. Realistically. Like. Come on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Animus Posted July 30, 2009 Share Posted July 30, 2009 This is fucking amazing,Juney! thanks general!!!! i miss you by the way!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Namey Posted July 30, 2009 Share Posted July 30, 2009 Roses are red Violets are blue In Soviet Russia Poems write you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popelady Posted July 30, 2009 Share Posted July 30, 2009 Roses are red Violets are blue In Soviet Russia Poems write you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted July 30, 2009 Share Posted July 30, 2009 Brain drilld wth arogant voices I wsh I had a cndition I whs I had something wrng wiht me I whish I had a doctr who siad "you hav a cndition" Then thr woud be reson Then thr whud be explinaion For all the pian in mi hed Fr all the inconsistencies Fr all the swingigs of emotons frm cntent to horrifically depressd. It wud be okay I coud jus say "I have a cndition". It wud be cnformation. Yes, you av been lving ina state of pain Smehow, you hav controlled it and survived Credit whr credit is due Congratultions fr livin a lief of suffern (Dead soldiers on the beach Saved two out of three daughters from a house fire Walking out of gas camps) Congratulatns If it is not Every1 is livin in a stat of sufferin Some ones is livin ina statte of sufferin in a state of sufferin. Only confirms huamsn ar a ferior race Only confirms humans are an inferior race Born to suffer. Born to live in pain. Born to die. Being human is a condition. Condition is a platitude. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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