Poetry (post yours, if you wish)

[undercover_bombshell]

Can't believe I've never posted in here. I used to write poetry all the time. I should get back on it.

 

My most recent is probably two years old.

 

 

Explosions

 

Too good to care

make your plans and keep them

Destroy the thought of freedom

A push, a shove, ignored

Let the flame of fear ignite.

 

 

Watch it explode

begin to implode

the whole of itself exhumed

Feel it erode

A soul on its own

In a plan of destruction sold.

 

 

Scratch out the truth

rewrite the words

continue to spread

a sense of fear

A fear that controls

the minds of the naive.

 

 

Scramble our thoughts

you're too blind to see

the devastation and shame

you have put on our lives.

 

 

 

 

nice job!

 

and since i'm here

another lol

 

Seven Years

 

Seven years

No more tears

Seven years

Release my fears

Why did you never show

When you know I desperately needed you so

Don't you call yourself a man

Someone else was holding my hand

Multitude of things to prove

It's up to you to make the move

No longer bitter just saddened it's true

Cause I never meant a thing to you

So wherever you are I hope you burn

You had your fun now it's my turn.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

the fury of a woman scorned

 

bye now

[Mona]

I like the simplicity and loose structure. It brings across the relaxed, introspective, dreamy feeling of lying on the grass.

 

Thanks! It's sort of what it is, and most of my poems are introspective, and usually "happen" at a certain place. You know, listen to Nine Inch Nails more depressing songs and you'll sort of get it.

 

Here's another one from my tumblr:

 

It always gets darker

 

Sometimes I wonder,

With rage and thunder

If the universe is right,

and life’s a constant fight

I want to tear a big hole,

In my chest and my soul

But I knew it all the time,

and I’m just wasting my time

It’s pointless, this screaming,

when it’s nothing but dreaming

And although I keep kicking,

the time is still ticking,

And I wonder when it will be,

that I can stop kicking to be free

 

and..

 

Revenge/Reward

 

Head in knees

Dirt under my nails

The wrong succeed

When all else fails

I lay hurled

You’ll pay the price

An escaping world

I’m breathing ice

You will hear

And you will see

Pain and fear

Will set you free

[MarenKinnear]

In restless veins there floats a dream

a missing link - a torn up seam

The thread that kept these thoughts apart

has broken up with will to start

 

I once knew love - as living man

The kiss of heart - the touch of hand

It starts as rough as it will end

I need the key to share - my friend

 

In whispers I see gloom of night

In hidden shadows - hidden sight

The urge to feel - to ease the pain

The need to love returned again

 

In restless veins there floats a dream

a missing link - a torn up seam

In twisted motions kept from sight

I'm not lonesome of this night

[MarenKinnear]

I have seen my name in the sand

Washed away by the sea

The raven is colored by autumn

Disgusted by pieces of me

 

I opened the door to your laughter

Yet you were nowhere there to be found

I fall and crush to the pavement

Pieces are left on the ground

 

Humble distortions are fading

'Cause my name is gone with the sea

The raven colored the atumn

Inspired by pieces of me

[MarenKinnear]

I fear

the treasure

is hidden too deep

this time

 

My haven has

lost its magic

and hope seems

hopeless

 

Maybe these

mornings

where ment for

mourning

mending with the

broken memories

of the night

 

It's not okay

anymore

to see the ignorance

and still don't

let go

 

and I have

hoped

for too long -

it's not in me

that these

empty conversations

get filled with

empty

words

 

So kill me

and leave me be -

shed the spawn

the life

whom was never granted

 

Leave me be

and I will eat your misery

[MarenKinnear]

Too broken to remain

Have no will - I can't sustain

Too lonely to give in

a soundless tear rolls down my chin

 

Too naked to conceal

is it dream or is it real?

Too left alone to see

never meant for it to be

 

Feeding from desire

I force you into open fire

Shattered tears fall to the ground

I cannot live - forever bound

[Carla]

Instead of posting new threads for each poem, why don't you post them all in the poetry thread?

http://board.muse.mu/showthread.php?t=57926

[Guest QueenOfNerds]

I like this one a lot.

[MarenKinnear]

I like this one a lot.

 

Thanks

[MarenKinnear]

Instead of posting new threads for each poem, why don't you post them all in the poetry thread?

http://board.muse.mu/showthread.php?t=57926

 

Oh, I didn't know I could.

Will do that the next time, thanks

[Popey]

Hey MarenKinnear, just merged your threads with this one to keep all the poetry in one place

[Contrad!ction.]

Blood.

The pitter-patter of droplets falling to the floor.

I did this.

I killed her.

With one word.

One terrible word.

 

Feeling.

The terrible curse.

Emotions twist inside me.

Their bodies unravelling inside mine.

It hurts too much.

I close.

A cold hard shell.

 

Lost.

There’s nothing left.

Nothing to say

Nothing to feel

Nothing to feel.

She’s gone.

I cannot see through tear-rimmed eyes.

The pitter-patter of droplets falling to the floor.

You did this.

You killed me.

With one word.

One terrible word.

 

 

 

It seems to work better with the word 'her.' The formatting's a bit sucky, but basically the second bit is written by the woman the man 'kills.'

[Priad-Luabe]

We are all to blame... the agony and the shame

Everything we do is in vein... can you feel the pain

 

Regress into your fantasy... avoid the truth

Escape this broken dream... escape your broken dream

 

This i dedicate to the void... an untitled to the nu-named

This i dedicate to the world... to the world of the unknown

 

Suppress reality... suppress our fear

 

...An untitled for the un-named

[Guest QueenOfNerds]

My imaginary friend, I ask for recognition,

you offer no reply.

It's just me here, fighting in the dark

biting to be free.

"It's time to go back in again" I say

and then I go back in.

The lie that I have built around you

is tied up now with many things.

I must learn to lose the lie and find my empty space again.

I will live a better life I know I have no other choice.

My imaginary friend

you had many times to speak

many times to show your favour but you never did

not for me, not now, not ever, goodbye.

[New Born Lee]

It's lovely, but it also contains effort, so I probably won't try it.

It looks great though, genuinely. It makes it look like a love-letter that someone's tried to keep safe despire efforts to destroy it. That said, maybe it ought to look a bit more crumpled? I hesistate to say that cos I don't want to ruin it.

[Guest QueenOfNerds]

It's lovely, but it also contains effort, so I probably won't try it.

It looks great though, genuinely. It makes it look like a love-letter that someone's tried to keep safe despire efforts to destroy it. That said, maybe it ought to look a bit more crumpled? I hesistate to say that cos I don't want to ruin it.

 

Thanks!

 

I may have to give it a bit of a crumple!

 

It's weird that you say it looks like it has been both destroyed and kept because I felt quite hurt by the person I wrote it about so there was a part of me that wanted to destroy it but I also wanted to keep it safe.

[JJ]

Swiftly bladed arms,

Soars across the ice, oh ho!

the mighty penguin.

 

[/haiku]

 

[crazy_chocobo]

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?

A harsh whirlwind with a desolate love

Showing the true side with bare blissful way

Blankets covered like an innocent dove.

 

The grim reality that you’re holding

Sends shivers down the deepest of spines

Icy impressions begin unfolding

As the once love inside your eyes declines

 

Yet forever for me, you’ll be my heart

Great times that we spend now, you can’t deny

For as it seems, alone, I fall apart

And without your cold touch, I truly die

 

So let’s live on, my dark December night

And through our troubles, our love will take flight

 

"Based on Shall i compare thee to a summer's day... obviously )

[Pistol Star]

I wrote this after watching the film Zeitgeist that Matt has segments of in his myspace profile. I read it again today and noticed the similarities between it and what Matt's been mentioning, like the world as a chessboard and the banking situation.

 

The Backroom Zoo

AJ Edwards

22 November 2008

 

 

I was born free in the mind

Before corruption began to climb

We all flew high with our wings outstretched

Famine, depression, and power farfetched

But now our stage is presently aware

Of all the surroundings too delicate to care

Governmental lies and religious fakes

Those who do not care for what this makes

The stories unravel their carpets of red

Inviting you to join their feast of the dead

Waging their wars for sole personal gain

Sixty years of rule, never refrained

The fragile manipulation of your mind

And distrated intoxication not left behind

Like children playing chess with fake wooden pawns

The powerful banks control monetary throngs

Well-oiled machines raring--ready to go

A well-dressed businessman could never say no

Nor, presidents of past have ever been slaves

No, the smiles on dead faces will never fade

When explosives bring down our common enemy

The False Flag band-aid is their remedy

When the heart of the beast has awaken the chance

For the New World Order to continue a romance

Investment frauders orgy mortgage desire

They line their pockets with wild green fire

For the truth of the matter lies not in the age

But beneath the surface, not far from the stage

A haunting ghost forshadowing the effect

Return for the money, a hand to collect

Systematic system and classification prevail

To document lost souls doomed to burn in hell

A light in the sky offers peace in the land

But the light is a rocket, decimating our plan

So when we are tired of suckling from the media

Look up 'terrorist' in an encyclopedia

See the names of all the intelligent crew

Who try to wage war against me and you

Not the bums living in some far off cave

But the ones who have subjected us as slaves

Blinding our judgement with fear-mongering tactics

Like trading with people outsourcing galactics

So if we choose to be free once again

We must force evil off into its bitter end

For we are a kind linked from our essense

And must wrought upon our own convalescence

An instinct of survival too human to ignore

Starting to collapse the cold metal door

If we keep our sense of what was behind

The future will be born free in the mind

[DejaEntendu]

This my very amateurish attempt at poetry and feel free to appraise honestly, i'm under no illusions as to my talent level i just like writing for some reason i also have a sorta story beginning but that's even more of a work in progress.But seriously any feedback/comment would be greatly apperciated.(Sorry for the one americanism but couldnt find an alternative)

 

I am John Doe,this is my mask,

my mask as pale as the white hue of the corpses,

who line the pockets of men and

who live as footnotes on spreadsheets

 

I am John Doe,the time is 00:00 on the day after judgement.

The day of the Burning Sun which our wax wings will never reach:

for as long as many will struggle,and few will fight,

no one will win

 

I am John Doe and i have been dead for as long as i have lived,

a patriot without a nation, a soldier without a war

the voice of every fallible soul who tried,

and the heart of those that didn't

 

I am John Doe,and this is my Brother.

He shares with me the glory of defeat,

and the agony of victory,but to my blind eyes

he will never be seen

 

I am John Doe,and on this grassy metropolis

lie the strewn remains of a ramshackle habitat

and the neat,orderly bodies.Whom i survey,

with blood on my hands and string in my spine

[incineradma]

as the leaking dries up, who is there to pull the plug?

it's done. I'm busy now forgetting what it is that's come

the seeds are growing, as steadily the sun shines down,

questions and their answers of why and where we came from

[DejaEntendu]

I gaze upon the shimmering moonlight,wavering alongside a single hair,

floating above her eye's emerald delight.

Delight;so pure,magnificent,unattainable and rare,a woman of beauty unadorned luring me to these shores of want and despair.

Despair;spoken in the burden of an exhaled sigh,and then as the gentle rhythms of her body and the water inhaled,so did I.

 

Slowly i kneel at the pool of darklight , which so often had plagued me and brought me here tonight.

Tonight;with each minute gone another fragment of reality departs,but still her warm smile grips my once empty heart.

Heart;the fragile petals balancing on the end of a stem,vibrant and intoxicating but prone to falling apart again and again.

 

And as my constant friend in the sky remained,so did my captive emotions,who's sheer presence made me question if anything would be the same.

Same;as my endless routine or her even complexion, from who's wisdom i now realise that life is no longer my affliction.

Affliction;the pain i once felt,the fear of being alone,but i now i see that if fantasy is all i can know, then her comforting embrace shall be my cradle,this lake my home

[DejaEntendu]

as the leaking dries up, who is there to pull the plug?

it's done. I'm busy now forgetting what it is that's come

the seeds are growing, as steadily the sun shines down,

questions and their answers of why and where we came from

 

I realy like the first two lines,also admire the succint yet profound nature epsecialy after two years of being told to rein my work in and it still not happening.

 

Take my english coursework which was a ridiculous concept, that could be best summed up as a botched attempt at merging a modern thriller with the dystopian reality of suburbia and Dostoevskyian moral/social commentary, that ended up way over the word limit and with a rushed/forced ending anyway.

[Guest QueenOfNerds]

I gaze upon the shimmering moonlight,wavering alongside a single hair,

floating above her eye's emerald delight.

Delight;so pure,magnificent,unattainable and rare,a woman of beauty unadorned luring me to these shores of want and despair.

Despair;spoken in the burden of an exhaled sigh,and then as the gentle rhythms of her body and the water inhaled,so did I.

 

Slowly i kneel at the pool of darklight , which so often had plagued me and brought me here tonight.

Tonight;with each minute gone another fragment of reality departs,but still her warm smile grips my once empty heart.

Heart;the fragile petals balancing on the end of a stem,vibrant and intoxicating but prone to falling apart again and again.

 

And as my constant friend in the sky remained,so did my captive emotions,who's sheer presence made me question if anything would be the same.

Same;as my endless routine or her even complexion, from who's wisdom i now realise that life is no longer my affliction.

Affliction;the pain i once felt,the fear of being alone,but i now i see that if fantasy is all i can know, then her comforting embrace shall be my cradle,this lake my home

 

Beautiful <3

[DejaEntendu]

Beautiful <3

 

Thanks il admit that one took me longer than most of my writing, so heres one thats a bit rougher round the edges(i just wrote it tonight)

 

Here we are, me and you,you and I

We’ve been down this weary road so many times

And as the echoes of time debate why

You tell me that the aging creaks on my face are surely a sign

 

But if there symbolic or physical you wont let me know

Maybe there just landmarks on our journey to a final home

Of course you never asked if i wanted to go,

Just as i remained tactless,with my sharp judgemental tone

 

We both consider what we hear below,the pearl droplets swirling in a dirty basin

Last Cleaned a long time ago, back when these pearls were just a twinkle in our eyes

When we would cast light out into the Shadow and there was always a dream to be chosen

But now of all our furtive decisions, none or more consequential than the colour of our ties

 

We gaze into each other, and see not the future but a burden

When what happens next is the last thing we want to consider

And eventhough of this impending darkness we are certain

We’re still throwing up our lines from the director who casts us as sinners.

 

And as the lights are dimmed, and the curtains are slowly drawn

I tell you that this is goodbye ,atleast until tomorrow

And if i don’t make it past the mournful break of dawn

I know that you will see a blank wall and not sorrow