Winged_burrito Posted March 24, 2008 Share Posted March 24, 2008 in the autumn, when it rains, i go outside, dance between te drops. i put out my hands, to stop the rain, to stop it from falling, falling down and die. when it rains, i go outside, and catch the rain, to stop my life from going down tadah? It's not that good, I know, but usually I write in Dutch xD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuffitv3 Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 Blown away, shot away, just fucking throw me away. Here today gone today What the hell is today? Why do I stay? Why do you stay? How do we stay? Over here Yonder there Everywhere Life's a treat A shit treat It's been a treat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nonoor Posted March 28, 2008 Share Posted March 28, 2008 Yellow light, blinking bright, square shaped box, buzzing with might. You gave me hell, a few days ago, now everything is well, yet you seem low. I knock your top, I hit your side, and all I get, is a little Hi? I was looking at my speakers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 30, 2008 Share Posted March 30, 2008 Liquid rust from your leaking heart Oozing from your lips Onto palest skin and softest neck You're as dead as they come The zombie comes alive and blinks After feeling the flash of light I turn the snipe, and then my wife Beholds my strangest dream Pale is wiped to life-filled cream She wonders as she looks at me How death in my much darker scene Could be seen and called 'beauty'. Little Piece Of Heaven much? =p Just looked up the lyrics and a bit of info on that song. My poem is similar, but it's not about directly killing for love. It's about a man who enjoys taking pictures of her wife as she pretends to be dead. Yeah I have weird ideas. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 30, 2008 Share Posted March 30, 2008 Yellow light, blinking bright, square shaped box, buzzing with might. You gave me hell, a few days ago, now everything is well, yet you seem low. I knock your top, I hit your side, and all I get, is a little Hi? I was looking at my speakers. I love this, especially the last stanza! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScarredEyes Posted March 30, 2008 Author Share Posted March 30, 2008 I've got so much time To see things glow; Yet, so far to go Yet, I'm not quite there. Taste the sun Like golden rain Alone, in space Alone, no home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 30, 2008 Share Posted March 30, 2008 Confessions of a Concept Willkommen prized past Bienvenida stolen charm This welcome belongs to someone else Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nonoor Posted April 1, 2008 Share Posted April 1, 2008 I love this, especially the last stanza! Hehehe, thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nonoor Posted April 1, 2008 Share Posted April 1, 2008 I feel the need, to go to you, to tell you things, you never knew. Ask you questions, seek the truth, oh, why were you, so untrue. I tried to speak, but I had no voice, inside I was screaming, because I had no choice. I'm not a child, don't think I am stupid, you've caused enough misery, so just speak the truth. I wait for the day, I gain enough courage, but till that day, I wait in vain. I wait in pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fernando Posted April 2, 2008 Share Posted April 2, 2008 Ballad of a Shattered Soul Part I i tried to find some peace of mind but instead i found you now my head has gone to war reason against what i adore the war drums thumping day and night for great stakes they fight and fight until at last the firing ceased and two powers became as one Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
emilya Posted April 3, 2008 Share Posted April 3, 2008 Cold pasta No microwave The nomad Is foiled again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Problemfanatique Posted April 11, 2008 Share Posted April 11, 2008 Snowflakes falling, like shedded tears.. melting in oil, the colours merging, mixed with our fears, we took advantage, we were too blind to see now its deteriating before our glazed eyes, we let this be. We were foolish to think It would last forever, we were all too hyped to believe, the earth beneath us tremors The invisible leaves float away from bare trees, that barely stand, Too much oxygen being consumed, it was too crammed. You can't turn back time, it can't be erased. flooded fields in all their glory, are you proud of what you've made? There was never a chance of surviving, we all slipped away, We let it happen, we all saw it coming, we all saw the day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
emilya Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 My heart does not fit with yours Two pieces destined not to work Just like My new vacuum cleaner I had to Take it back to the shop Can I Have a refund? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Problemfanatique Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 My heart does not fit with yours Two pieces destined not to work Just like My new vacuum cleaner I had to Take it back to the shop Can I Have a refund? Lmao, I love your poems XD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ritos Faar Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 The VCR broke yesterday But that's okay, that's okay I'll buy something new and better made 'Cause it's okay, it's okay And the light in my room flickers at night Things out of sight, thank god out of sight But I switch it off anyway, so that's alright Things out of sight, thank god out of sight This morning I find messages on the walls And screwed paper balls, screwed paper balls This morning I found I can't speak at all And screwed paper balls, screwed paper balls With the television snowing and the radio dead Messing with my head, messing with my head The newspapers arrived, but they're all blank instead Messing with my head, messing with my head And the music still plays, thundering on And the job still pays, even though it's a con And the wind still blows through the naked trees The only problem here is the voice inside me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 Florescent colours and daring mothers, Magic spells and shooting stars, Camera angles and power bangles, Clashing blades and two-page spars. Women stubborn but quickly feeble, Men are shocked and easy to play, Arrogant boys with pets and toys, Ignoring plights of light and day. Naked scenes or sex machines, Flecked with blood with written song, Eastern novels aim to please, Read it right and you won't go wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fernando Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 a poem written off of the top of the head the dome of thought from which all conscious thought stems where to rhyme and where to make words in the line alliterate the choice is yours i do believe will you stumnble or succeed? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WutDaFucksy Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 My Dinner I had meat, I had peas, I had carrots, I had cheese. It was yum It was great I completely Cleaned my plate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 14, 2008 Share Posted April 14, 2008 My Dinner I had meat, I had peas, I had carrots, I had cheese. It was yum It was great I completely Cleaned my plate. I just love uncomplicated stuff like this! Why do I even try? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fernando Posted April 15, 2008 Share Posted April 15, 2008 I just love uncomplicated stuff like this! Why do I even try? Beats me. I find that not trying pretty much always works better. The sooner you admit that your subconscious mind is superior in pretty much every way to the conscious mind, the better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 15, 2008 Share Posted April 15, 2008 Beats me. I find that not trying pretty much always works better. The sooner you admit that your subconscious mind is superior in pretty much every way to the conscious mind, the better. Yeah, I always write my best stuff without thinking... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
emilya Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 My eyes are hurting From staring at the screen Can I photoshop myself A new pair of retinas? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mneme Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 Florescent colours and daring mothers, Magic spells and shooting stars, Camera angles and power bangles, Clashing blades and two-page spars. Women stubborn but quickly feeble, Men are shocked and easy to play, Arrogant boys with pets and toys, Ignoring plights of light and day. Naked scenes or sex machines, Flecked with blood with written song, Eastern novels aim to please, Read it right and you won't go wrong. <3 Got a nice flow to it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 <3 Got a nice flow to it... Thank yah! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mneme Posted April 16, 2008 Share Posted April 16, 2008 A crashing lightning bolt as a painter works feverishly As the shadows walk around him he glances upwards His paling face, his whiting head, eyes wide and staring It is almost as if something stalks his house, invisible. His painting, only visible by the moonlight, is beautiful A crippled smile of pride enlightens his face. They said it would never come to anything. Happy he was wrong, he retired. The sneaking shadow ripples like the pipes of an organ White fingers clasping the edge of the painting And licking it away into the night The door shuts with a slight jingle. His age knows no bounds now, his skin has sunk so low So wizened by the ages, none can bare this blow Perhaps the gallery has written his name Alas, breaking heart, no. The ghostly man glitters, his eyes like his sacks A cry of no again, Screams and burning The painter dies with his work. Also quite good...I'm gonna have to read this thread through! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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