The Poetry/Stories Thread

[RayFan9876]

I walked on two legs with my eyes on the door

Wondering to myself what I had come for

They asked me to stay til the end of the party

I had said no because it wasn't for me

 

I felt the chill air as I lay in the cold

remembering how the story was told

Repeating repeating over again

Not just neurotic but a viral campaign

 

I stepped on and on down the clacking sidewalk

A sound I preferred even over punk rock

Heading nowhere, without destination

I walked on two legs with no correlation

 

When I think back, how soon it had been

I know it wouldn't have had to begin

If I had stayed at the party with them

It wouldn't be morally different, condemn!

 

I heard him approaching, my heart started beating

His hands at my sides, he knew he was cheating

In the heat of the night, he started a plight

Of his body on mine, why didn't I fight?

 

I felt him crush my inner spirit

With each thrust, I felt I was unfit

For a world where people could be owned

I lost what was dear to me; I was dethroned

 

When I lift my hands to look at the scars

I can only moan at and pray to the stars

Begging it to stop: the spreading of my

raped self being shown: on the web worldwide

 

But noone would listen

My stars wouldn't glisten

You're only fifteen

And it would've been nice

To have a chance

To have a dream.

Fat chance!

 

---

 

Maybe some of you have heard of the Incident on September 18th 2010 where a teen girl was sexually abused by seven people and she almost died, and the attackers uploaded videos and pictures of it to Facebook. She was one of my best friends, and I wrote this poem after I heard of it, as well as this song:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C2pSZyaJtI

 

If you don't feel like listening, just skip to either 2:00 or 3:45. It's the main theme that many of my acquaintances have actually called "genius," (terribly sorry if I'm sounding arrogant there, but I want to say it somehow).

[DreamWalker104]

This is really a load of rubbish but i just wanted to get it out of my system so yeah

 

There was just an hour when you were around

I could have been there

All the things about me you could have found

But would you really care?

 

But now I'm left dreaming

Of what would have been

And inside I'm screaming

Over everything I won't ever see.

[dontask]

Hinges

 

Still wonder

if the door is still open

I miss how it was

when the combination of our flaws

allowed us to hinge together

for brief moments

and maybe during that time

we would allow ourselves

small glimpses of happiness

that all hinged on you.

[Parida]

a power sees

through a man’s eyes

creates

through a man’s hands and speaks

through

the images and words in patterns.

 

within the bands lie the words.

within the pictures lie the story.

within the text,

the praise of god.

 

knots and crosses bind

not only the power

of god and nature

but also

the nature of man.

 

colours fire upon fine vellum,

upon imagination,

soul

and strike

at the very heart of

nature herself.

 

more than creation there is destruction.

 

more than salvation there is sacrifice.

 

within the images lay the

blood and tears of humanity and inhumanity.

 

in the illumination there remains sorrow,

remorse,

for the power bound within the patterns

is not that of the mortal conduit.

It is of the force that guides the instruments hand.

 

there is nothing for the scribe but agony.

 

the reason is

madness.

 

the thought

unclear.

 

the task completed.

the hand bleeding.

the eyes weeping.

the pattern complete.

the power bound

 

for now.

[Nataly_mo]

I write poems, but unfortunately they are in Russian. Today I have translated one into English and want to share with you. Sorry for the absence of the rhythm, it's difficult to translate. I think the words, the sense are more important.

 

Around me shades flash

And dim light of passing by headlights.

I don't live. I'm doubtful.

Around me so much loving couples are...

 

And I'm alone in this soulless world

Among the crowd of cold eyes.

I will be dissolved in a bloody feast

Among the stupid, broken phrases.

 

Dreams of happiness are so trite.

There's no freedom. Everywhere is fear.

The hope and faith in us are killed.

After us only ashes will remain.

 

We stir these remains with ashes,

With a cheap smoke of cigarets.

We live only with a pale, gloomy light inside.

Or we do not live? – We don't exist?...

 

After all who we are? Only flesh and bones,

And a light inside the soul.

And it burns – burns with a malice!

We aren't able to suppress it...

 

In vain we trust each other.

The lie is all. You are anything.

To be someone's friend is a torture.

The beautiful has left us.

 

We couldn't notice stars in the sky,

The small river murmur grates upon the ears.

Mountains of money are important only –

Around them we are flying like wasps around jam.

 

What for to live? To be the goods –

For opium we've change our lives.

We are indulging nightmares.

And falling silent in gloom dark funeral feast.

 

To forget about everything is only one choice;

Not to be yourself – someone else.

To break off all connections with an external world.

To disappear from the sinful, malicious earth.

[Zala Russe]

 

She is drawn to the Darkness

While others run, She embraces its iciness

Cold touch of death’s finger

As I observe Her and shake the glass

Of Her cosmic case

Send snow flurries across

Her blackened permafrost sky

I stroke and savour its smoothness

As silky and sensuous as sin

Her nucleic acid burns

Entombed, She may never escape

In velvet thrall She is embalmed

 

Forever revolving upon the axis

Of Her supermassive ego

While lesser ones bow to her prescence

Illusory freedom behind the walls

In the cell of her cryogenic interment

Drawn down by the gravity of her own vanity

Whirling silently past the screen

Such perfection forever encased in amber

Fossilised beauty always

Spiralling in the sterility of her cell

Calling starship sailors to their death

Beckoning us to our doom

 

Oh how we longed to see Her fall

Burned our ears with her poetry and songs

Going ever in concentric circles

Deeper and darker and down

Every day She grows stronger

Cyberkinetic shrinking smaller

Heavy matter compressed

Vortex of matter drawn inward

Till concentrated mass of carbon

Atoms crushed under fusion fission

Pressurised to the laser facets of a diamond

Collapse under the weight of our hate for Her

[alternativemuse]

Muser's Love Story

 

As soon you make your next Escape somewhere in the United States of Eurasia, I'm falling into Coma. And it seems that Time is Running Out, and Blackout come to me immediately, and I see Dark Shines instead of Starlight, and Shrinking Universe sucked into Supermassive Black Hole, and I want to scream Apocalypse Please, and in this moment I feel that my Hysteria go on so Endlessly, and my heart is broken into Micro Cuts, and no one can help me, even Knights of Cydonia. Because my Map of the Problematique lost somewhere in Muscles Museum In Your World. And I never find it without Map of Your Head, and I know it is Overdue. But like Screeneger, which has just one problem - Megalomania, I still wait for Neutron Star Collision because Love Is Forever. And I'm screaming Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want. And I want Falling Away with You so much! But now I'm just Falling Down. And Space Dementia consumes everything. But I Belong to You and I Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You, because only you are my Shine. I say if you want to be forgiven Take a Bow and you answer me Yes, Please. And though you Eternally Missed and like Sunburn Jimmy Kane, you finally wakes up Con-Science and you say me that Cross Pollination is not MK Ultra, but Futurism. And it's just Showbiz and only I'm Uno for you and together we'll Invincible. If to say honestly you are my Fury Assassin. But to die in your arms is Bliss for me, because it's the way for Redemption. When you touch me I feel Butterflies And Hurricanes. But I understand that all my feeling is just Stockholm Syndrome that The Small Print prevent about it. Do We Need This? - I ask myself and feel not Ashamed but Crying Shame that in the fact looks like The Groove, even more like Spiral Static because Nature_1 leads us. And Ruled by Secrecy, Soaked and Sober we hide into Cave, that is forgotten by Host. We are Citizen Erased in this City of Delusion, where Hyper Hondriac Music sounds and it's the part of Exo-Politics. But we don't care about it. We listens only Hyper Music and we're Feeling Good, because Hoodoo streak is over in our relationship. You say me Hate This And I Love You and I now that it's Easily like Fillip. Time has come to make Recess in our Resistance, because this Uprising is not Unnatural Selection and even not Undisclosed Desires but just Thought Of A Dying Atheist, which sing Soldier's Poem, considering it like Sing For Absolution, which actually is Overture. At this moment I'm your Plug In Baby and you're my Unintended. And we're pure like New Born, because we're found our Guiding Light at last. Glorious!!!

[Chocolate E. Clare]

When I met you, you were mad

The wide-eyed child

With patchwork clothes and hair like roses

 

To them you were mad too

And they wanted to make you sane

And did it with harsh words

 

You sob, drowned by the air

Heavy gasps rattling in your throat, echoing

No one to catch the sound

 

And when they do they throw it back

And it hits hard, stinging, biting the skin

A snowball full of pebbles

Distasteful mimicry shouted in your ears

 

Wide eyes turn blank

Clouded and dead, you’re only sleepwalking

You sigh until you fall silent

And end not with a bang, but with a whimper

 

I've got a tumblr where I post various (normally rubbish) things that I've written

[mitchelluk]

I love poetry, but i think the best poetry comes from the heart, and John Keats, had this rare god given talent,where he could definatly express love and nature to perfection.

[mjarre]

I LOVE Keats as well:D This is my inspiration from reading KEATS:D

I watched a romantic movie called Bright Star about the love between John Keats and Fanny Brawne. He only lived to be 25 (died of TB) and never married the love of his life. It made me go back and read some of his love poems; my favorite being “When I Have Fears that I may Cease to Be.” I love to teach this to my students every spring when we start our unit on Romantic Poets. Reading his poetry inspired me to write a sonnet. I know sonnets are a thing of the past, but I like to challenge myself every once in a while to change my traditional form of poetry writing to fit a different mold. I guess I’m a bit cliched, but what the h***!

 

 

 

To Inexperience

 

Anger can ignite young passion’s flame

 

Spreading confusion with its power

 

Glowing rich in colors through its blame

 

Calculating plans at every hour.

 

Revenge is but a seed waiting to grow

 

It takes root and stretches across the heart

 

It blinds the mind and occupies the soul

 

Stopping up forgiveness before it starts.

 

Regret can weigh heavy on one’s life

 

When words reveal failings of the mind

 

Passing time may heal surface strife

 

But sorrow fills the emptiness inside.

 

So when in passion these three gain the upper hand

 

Think before you act and let compassion take command.

[Pwoperness]

Love and Roses are the same,

The wise now realise,

Patience is really the game,

Everybody hurrys it,

But what's the rush,

Leave love to grow,

Grow into something lush,

The rose is exactly alike,

Hurrying makes it gritty,

It dies all of a sudden,

But leave it to make it pretty,

[That Little Animal]

Newlyweds, strolling the night

Confronted with a sudden fright

Their reckless joy replaced with fear

A voice, a man, a gun appear

 

Hand your cash to me kind sir

Or else I have to widow her

Please don't widow her, he said

Don't hurt my wife, kill me instead

[Priad-Luabe]

my love for you is not but new

the everlasting emotive hue

a rose within my heart of thornes

unto you forever i mourne

i victim of circumstance

guilty of a missed chance

still i cry

i don't know why

my feelings have not quite changed

but the attraction is gone

 

i can't escape the everlasting

the pull of twisted romance attracting

you are the warmth in my cold heart

but this love will tear us a part

 

you make me whole yet tear me up

complete my soul and break my spirit

 

what twisted road fate has paved

a romantic stone hath become engraved

the ghost of hate the ghost of love

a phantom of peace a gift from above

 

i burn alive yet none can know

a predicament finale my time to go

my time to leave these feelings aside

my time to take it in my stride

to rise above my selfish desire

to extinguish this romantic fire

for a companion to cherish and a friendship to last

i will bury my feelings of past...

 

[east coast steve]

Rapture

 

 

What do you believe?

 

What gets you through jet black days

and starless nights?

 

What quiets your fears when

chaos rages in your ears

and drowns out your world?

 

Will you put your fate in the hands of a god

you’ve never met,

and cross your fingers as you take your last breath,

hoping you’ve made the right choice?

 

 

Not me baby.

 

Ice cold beers will quench my fiery demons,

and a white hot piece of ass

will warm me on death’s bed.

 

I will walk my crooked path

strong and unafraid,

knowing that the weakest souls

and strongest structures will all

eventually

return to earth.

 

I will join them one day,

 

but if you are reading these words,

I will not be

alone.

 

 

 

 

 

...

[east coast steve]

longan suggested I post these here...hope they click for some of you.

 

 

 

Succubus

 

 

 

 

I can feel the

evil

in her subtle movements.

Hear the

anguish

beneath her smoky whispers.

See the

darkness

behind her ivory smile.

 

But,

I can not look away,

or

leave.

 

Blackness wrapped in purest silk.

Skin, smooth like bullet proof glass

that warms to my touch.

 

She knows my

weakness.

 

I’ve chosen my poison,

and drink deep

from

the

well.

 

No regrets.

No turning back.

Only desire

and

release.

 

Until the end

of my

days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Well

 

 

 

When the words won’t come

most guys stare at a blank page and wait for it to happen.

 

There’s no inspiration on an empty page for me.

 

But the hands that hold the pen and pad are my salvation.

 

Worn and scarred.

Days of dirt, and nights of blood.

 

Dipped in oceans

and calloused by fire.

 

Smooth against the small of her back

or clenched tight

on her ass.

 

First to fight, and aching to create,

they speak to me in the

silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kaleidoscope

 

 

 

Are there colors that we fail to see?

Hidden in the dark places,

shadows in our minds.

 

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

Indigo

Violet

and all their spawn

fill the world.

 

But is that all there is?

 

I hope not.

 

Others have used this palette for far too long,

and while beautiful things have been created,

I am bored with society’s rainbow.

 

Give me a chance to bleach it from the sky,

and I will paint in hues

that have yet to see the sun.

[Jobby]

Just threw this one together, the rhythm I wrote it to made sense but I think it could easily be lost in translation.

 

DogInACage

 

Well, hello, sir

Would you like me to sing to you?

No? A dance perhaps?

Well, I'd need a cane and my fine top hat

And I hope you can find a suit to fit my crooked back

 

"The truth!", they ask, "The truth!"

Well I hope you know it comes packaged with a slight injection of rage

But I can't help but notice that I appear to be a dog

Locked in a rather ill-fitting cage

Starved

Broke-nosed

Water-hosed

Grease stricken

Left for scrap-pickin's

 

Well, you scrape my bars everyday and come begging for more

Oh, don't you think it's sad when a dog feels like a whore?

But I guess I missed the fine print when I became a performer

The little bit that warned me I'd be trapped in a corner

But I suppose you're not a dog and we're not on the same page

When I'm stuck in this straw floor, rat-riddled, claustrophobic, sleep robbing, piss-flooded, god-forsaken cage

 

Jolly, I know

[Princess of Promise]

Short story. I've been told this girl needs to grow a pair or something, but it was just something that jumped out of my head onto paper onto the computer

http://fav.me/d5bywrr

[Chocolate E. Clare]

Autumnal

 

I already feel the autumn

In the dog days of summer

Red round berries like tiny hearts sprout on the trees

Tasting sour

I don’t think you’re supposed to eat them.

 

The hot and foggy, close and clammy air

Is blown away, and now it’s cool and sweet

And smells of bonfires

 

I dig out scarves from the bottom of my wardrobe

Musty around my neck as I walk through tunnels of fire-orange and weak sunlight

Until it rains leaves, it snows leaves

That build up in drifts by the side of the road

And rot and mulch and smell like change

 

The ghosts

Seem closer in autumn.

They stalk behind the trees, in darkened passageways

In grey curling bonfire smoke and breath from lungs on early mornings

Their voices carry on the wind

And their claws bite ears red

 

We scare them away

With faces cut in orange fruit

And orange candles flickering inside

And hide ourselves as one of them

Under sheets and black and white and orange

For one day every year

 

Or maybe the flickering orange faces

Are used to call them back

Lights to guide what we have lost

Back into the party

Nobody remembers anymore.

 

We fall back into winter

The warm-cold of autumn replaced by biting chill

But in the last few blue-dark nights

When the light fades outside viewed from the warmth behind yellow windows.

The last few leaves crunch and squelch underfoot

Ending the best and strangest of seasons.

 

more of the same here, mainly poems and short stories and stuff

[Princess of Promise]

Clare: I am suddenly in love with that poem. <3

 

So today was my first REAL, non-school related attempt at poetry. It's meant to be read by two people.

 

 

Who is he?

The one who haunts my dreams?

The one who keeps me fast asleep?

Who is he?

 

Who is he?

The one I pass by every day?

The one I try to get to look my way?

Who is he?

 

Who is she?

The one who tries to walk by my side?

The one whose smile goes far and wide?

Who is she?

 

Who is she?

The one who I see day and night?

The one I cannot keep out of my sight?

Who is she?

 

I feel that (s)he cannot see me,

Yet (s)he is right in front of me.

 

I am her,

And he is me.

 

[SoberBaby]

Living Obsolete

 

I've tried it all

I still can't control

I still can't alter

I still can't delete

What I've Done

 

I'm certainly not Binary-Lingual

Which makes me sick

Makes me crash

Makes me obsolete

My vision's blue

 

This is not Spam

My processes are ending

Viruses corrode my brain

Dumping you and all similar programs

 

Overload...

 

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I know, the cheese was too much to handle. But I wasn't making it to be serious or anything. I was just free handing to kind of get that one out of my mind. Maybe I'll turn it into a song or something.

[Priad-Luabe]

not really a poem, lyrics to a song i wrote at the beginning of summer when i realised most of the people i know have finished uni

 

Bittersweet

 

your memory burns inside of me tonight

the nostalgia of the days gone by

the sun sets on this chapter of life

but brings forth a new dawn

 

It's bittersweet we must move on and up

This life we get what we deserve

It's bittersweet we've all achieved our goal

But now we move away...

 

So let us drink to the past

Let us celebrate the times to come

The flashing lights will guide us there

But let us live right here for now

 

It's bittersweet we must move on and up

This life we get what we deserve

It's bittersweet we've all achieved our goal

But now we move away...

 

I feel it draw closer

The waiting feels longer

The days grow shorter

Now we part our ways

 

It's bittersweet we must move on and up

This life we get what we deserve

It's bittersweet we've all achieved our goal

But now we move away

move away

[L_J]

Ride through the fear...oh...

Ride through the fear...

Come to the place where you know I am near

 

Ride through the fear...oh..

Ride through the fear

Come to the place where I know you are near

 

Don't hide from the noise, and cower around

They'll leave you for dead, stuck under the ground

 

So

Ride through the fear... oh ...

Ride through the fear

Come to the place where you know I am near

 

It runs so deep, truths hidden in lies

Covered with layers of alibis

 

"Ride...."

 

We'll meet in the heavens, and plan are revolt

Then come reigning down, with lightning bolts

"Ride..";)

[crazybobbles]

I do not like this.

[sventington]

for ME?

[Dave.]

Is this about losing your virginity?