New Born Lee Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 Eighteen years old am I I seem to you bold to lie Before I had sold you a shy Made easy to scold or to cry What's my agenda you say? Determine my gender and lay down rules to amend what I may and may not do again every day. Claim to run was reckless, Tame the bird was feckless, Same-still same ruby necklace Lame and too old to forget this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 Waking up, rubbing eyes, you fall back to sleep, Slightly late, the room sighs, until the clock strikes five. Cheap lunch, a clever lie, you claim to watch your weight. Work is sufficient, without a cry; you return home ambivalent. Write a song, a page with words, none a style or rhythm. Newspaper fractions, you know surds, without any application. A rare smile, for the bees and birds, however annoying the bedsprings. For a meal, a few bare curds, to spare unnecessary expense. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 Love both of those Lee My friend we should leave this place you're watching me watching him and it's bad for the both of us. We should be watching the real world let's escape the bubble redirect the focus channel our energy don't let this keep you. Let's walk together and go our separate ways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
svenBliss Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 Closer to the moon I am further away from you, But I worry not as I feel you in my heart, Looking down on the land below, apologies you know I owe, The breath of the human fades and becomes undone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted February 3, 2010 Share Posted February 3, 2010 Love it ^^ I would be able to let go if you weren't an angel sweet gentleman I would be able to go if you weren't so sharp so funny. I would be able to go if your weren't so beautiful angel. I should go there is no open connection the line has been cut I should go once again I am alone in this. My heart sinks like the tide each time I turn that corner and I know you will not be there you can't be there. Here is my tomb, here are the words I will leave them written on it. It has turned to stone, cold and loveless. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeyinair Posted February 17, 2010 Share Posted February 17, 2010 Blast then Blood I bleed a rage I hate, I hate, I hate the calm A false silence when it's day The light, it blinds The scorching heat The day disorientates /angsty noobshit rubbish RAAAAAAHHH!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
beatlesmaniac98 Posted February 20, 2010 Share Posted February 20, 2010 dont let go of all the peace and joy your bliss may be hidden from the world but just let it all go let them see the true meaning of you dont be afraid you have nothing to lose they may think of you wrong for doing whats right but in the ending your the one who'll come up on top do what you love and enjoy it cause life is to short to live remote pathectic, i know i have writers block Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicePockets Posted February 21, 2010 Share Posted February 21, 2010 new to this thread, going to try for a first attempt if life is but a dream then sleep must be reality more real than life a helpless nightmare ____________ ok that was shite, lemme try again... breathe in watch the white wash walls closing in voices screaming your choking logic ruined my faith and now i sit here (bound) listening to you and your kind whittle it away? my faith was lost long ago but i needed to believe that there could have been more and with your "Enlightenment" you suffocated it. AND YOU ASK ME TO BELIEVE IN YOU. listening to: my science teacher :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted February 22, 2010 Share Posted February 22, 2010 Watch it stop your soul with wonder. As it grips with icy thunder. Pressure builds and overflows. Sentiment licks and then it shows. Wonderous place unseen before, Scapes defined by sonic roar. Undeveloped powdered ground. Barren landscapes, flats and mound. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicePockets Posted February 24, 2010 Share Posted February 24, 2010 raging voices in my head they won't let me get any peace hear them lie awake in bed won't you let me sleep? neon signs, screaming lies won't stop to let me stop the sick sick melodies they plant shake me, then let me drop. leave me alone, don't tell me what no one thinks is true your diseases they won't stick your words won't make me sick though they're lying thick i won't believe you. LISTENING: whatever shite's on the tv :/ plus i have fucking george michael in my head..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicePockets Posted February 24, 2010 Share Posted February 24, 2010 the winds are still deathly still the air is stagnant stifling the sounds of life of lies echo through your head pressing pressing pulling at your mind teasing water boils television blares the lies, the ceaseless noise grate your nerves follow, conform they shout in your ear outside you voices chatter endlessly meaninglessly talking of nothing you stare the whitewash walls seem to cave in like a madman's cell you need to escape this domestic hell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 10, 2010 Share Posted March 10, 2010 I, sir, am not fully grown; I am not fully ripe! Just a little sweet to taste, but how my colour shines! The envy of all the other fruits, yes we, so happy and gay! But not in a homosexual way! We share such pride in our seedier days! Well, nothing so illicit. So calm, so bright in the evening sun! Of rummages in life's great world of trade, We have to wait many a blissful horizon! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Creeper McSexyPants Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 I, sir, am not fully grown; I am not fully ripe! Just a little sweet to taste, but how my colour shines! The envy of all the other fruits, yes we, so happy and gay! But not in a homosexual way! We share such pride in our seedier days! Well, nothing so illicit. So calm, so bright in the evening sun! Of rummages in life's great world of trade, We have to wait many a blissful horizon! Hello New Born Lee, I fucking love your poems. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 13, 2010 Share Posted March 13, 2010 Hello New Born Lee, I fucking love your poems. Um, thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Posted March 14, 2010 Share Posted March 14, 2010 I am a work of art I am a painting Torn from the wall Used as wallpaper I am a symphony Left on in the background I am noise I am a sculpture A memory of happier times Gone. Not forgotten I am an orchestra With no conducter The pieces there, the product chaotic I am many things Brittle and broken Shattered and frail You can't always fix what's broken But just because it's broken Doesn't make it useless I will brighten up a home I will fill awkward silences I will watch over someone I will play someone's soundtrack Useless? Maybe. But all art is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fbastidas Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 you bring the light laughing and dancing under the sparkling beeds and shards you take my breath with every smile by stirring my insides i try to hold you irrestistible and soft i may never have you, stand beside you yet, it is still my longing to kiss that face to hug your shape to talk under the shade forgetting everything Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mine Posted March 16, 2010 Share Posted March 16, 2010 The air is crisp and pure a day of such allure framed with the buzz of nature The sun is shining but I am pining for a spot of slap and tickle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 18, 2010 Share Posted March 18, 2010 When the world is all upset And the toils of war have taken their toll it is time for warfare true and glorious To fountain all it's youth To boothen all it's truth And Blast all those who'd disagree Angels of Harlem youths are warring Warring over the badgers warren Help Help Help me! Help me from deceit and punishment! Good god, my merciful lord Help the poor sinner help him!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 22, 2010 Share Posted March 22, 2010 ^^ I love it Lee OK I saw you reel it in fast and taut then caught a blush at an impure thought. Tell me what have I done to become one who is occupied with the idea of us loving like beasts between sheets. Back with more bad poetry, did ya miss me? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 22, 2010 Share Posted March 22, 2010 ^^ I love it Lee OK I saw you reel it in fast and taut then caught a blush at an impure thought. Tell me what have I done to become one who is occupied with the idea of us loving like beasts between sheets. Back with more bad poetry, did ya miss me? Thank you for the compliments, but I was very drunk when I wrote that poem. Hello again you!! I was missing my daily dose of lyrical cacophony. Nah, I kid, I love reading your little bursts of poeticness, they can be very pretty. I do like the last line here, it has an interesting sound to it. What I'd really like to see from you though is more complete poems and not just the experiments, something you've spent a bit of time on to perfect. Keep at it, it's very good to see you posting again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 22, 2010 Share Posted March 22, 2010 Thank you for the compliments, but I was very drunk when I wrote that poem. Hello again you!! I was missing my daily dose of lyrical cacophony. Nah, I kid, I love reading your little bursts of poeticness, they can be very pretty. I do like the last line here, it has an interesting sound to it. What I'd really like to see from you though is more complete poems and not just the experiments, something you've spent a bit of time on to perfect. Keep at it, it's very good to see you posting again. Thank you! I shall try my best I swear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muse-queen Posted March 22, 2010 Share Posted March 22, 2010 hahaha I should have posted this video here when I 1st made it then Better late than never 5pWFMMFt_xg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 23, 2010 Share Posted March 23, 2010 Fatigue The pickaxe penetrates the mass of hair and finds the concrete. The rain sneaks up on today's ground of ears and neck, hot and sticky. The weightlifter struggles under the tonnage of the lashes and lids. The tendons on the guitars unwind, unwilling to write or proceed. The conductor of the grey has a one note song, the others are minimalist. The accordion throats a slow lament, it's throat easing regularly and deeply. The baby gurgles, deep in the stomach cave, and the echo breathes a low sound. The worker smiles at all his things, his ignorable dissonance, and falls asleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted March 28, 2010 Share Posted March 28, 2010 We are afforded no grace no time or grieving space to deal with these feelings we just make do. Their patience will move on faster than your tears can dry. This cut is tailored just for you nothing can prepare or repair it these silks just become tragic like a long forgotten mistress turbulent, soft ruffles of terror strangling, tight woven slipping easily through fingers. There is nothing fair about it and it won't soften the blow when you wake to know you were misguided blindfolded by your very nature. Just as you leave the woods you are dressed, bewildered pushed back into the civil world. Because there is no time for you and your unwanted nightmares. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 28, 2010 Share Posted March 28, 2010 We are afforded no grace no time or grieving space to deal with these feelings we just make do. Their patience will move on faster than your tears can dry. This cut is tailored just for you nothing can prepare or repair it these silks just become tragic like a long forgotten mistress turbulent, soft ruffles of terror strangling, tight woven slipping easily through fingers. There is nothing fair about it and it won't soften the blow when you wake to know you were misguided blindfolded by your very nature. Just as you leave the woods you are dressed, bewildered pushed back into the civil world. Because there is no time for you and your unwanted nightmares. I like this one. It makes me realize what's best about your stuff is that it sounds consistently personal, like little reflective confessions used to cope with life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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