Another Artistic Thread - POEMS [Archive] - Page 11

S-uper_T-oast

22nd November 2005, 00:57

It was my pleasure izchan. I'd also like to thank you for giving me some proper inspiration for my newest piece. This emotion called love can be quite difficult to catch sometimes.

|--Happy Birthday
|I tried to grab you the moon, stars, the entire sky
|with palms open and arms outstretched
|the best I could grasp
|is a few whisps of clouds
|such transitive illusions
|they could never represent what I want to say
|I tried to engulf the fish, the water, the entire ocean
|with a net as large as the sky
|the best I could catch
|nothing more then a few grains of salt
|such harsh delusions
|they could never explain everything I'm thinking
|I tried to capture the flowers, grass, the entire field
|with a hand that was as wavy as the sea
|The best I could reach
|was but this one single flower
|soft red hues and simple green tones
|such delicate fusion
|no grandeur from the sky
|no vastness from the sea
|simply a flower from the earth
|the perfect gift for you, from me

Thank you an infinite amount of times iz. I was worrying I wasn't going to be able to finish this piece before this special someone's birthday.

izchan

22nd November 2005, 04:03

toast ... that was sweet. :)

like mamalade.

S-uper_T-oast

24th November 2005, 00:42

S-uper_T-oast

28th November 2005, 04:32

izchan

28th November 2005, 10:16

: Thank you
For all the good it has done me
love taking me for a ride
holding me at gun point
and asking me if I am alright
baby you don't know a thing about me
and you pretend to be my lover
I would have jumped a building for you
and you squander me away
so for what its worth
I thank you for this
showing me the fool I am
to love a dream that was you
so pull the trigger already
you have already kill my soul
the bullet merely ends the pain

Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

29th November 2005, 04:22

S-uper_T-oast

30th November 2005, 04:06

izchan

30th November 2005, 07:45

Nice poem toast.
So can I plagrise it a little?

: Condolense
hush baby girl
another day has passed
zip up that frown and laugh
enough of this solemn and what not
leave these dicisions to their faith
every once in a while they succeed
if only for a few seconds
as in when death comes knocking
simply let it be

Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

1st December 2005, 00:50

Plagerize as much as you please. It made a very nice poem.

izchan

1st December 2005, 14:52

I am in the mood ...

: Stage Right, Exit 12
Can the act boy
its over I tell you
the girl left you in the altar
what more do you need?
The pain is not her leaving you
its from all this denial
so just let yourself feel it
that knife cutting your heart
maybe after the numbness comes
you can open your eyes
and the sky ain't grey no more
one more scortch mark
for the book of love and humility

Enjoy.

toqer

9th December 2005, 06:09

Sometimes I have convulstions
Visualizing my revultions
I get filled from nausea
From picturing maggots eating snausages

Treats that were for my canine
So fine
Now they're not mine

izchan

9th December 2005, 18:16

t0qer .. :) ... aren't you t1ger? ... :P

nice write.

but what is a snausages ...?

S-uper_T-oast

10th December 2005, 08:55

izchan

11th December 2005, 17:45

I have no idea where I got this kind of shit from.

:Thirst
Water is to desert
Love is to heart
woman is to man
death is to life
all the things that we yearn for
that which we are denied
a forever dance of pull and pushes
some might say a tug of will
whoever left standing
might not be the best
but without a doubt
is the one free from the thirst within

Enjoy.

VegetaSan

11th December 2005, 18:57

Wanna hear my skills?

"The fly"

I was walking one day under a tree,
I was like, "WTF no one can see me"
I thought about it and I thought like "Maybe it's a magical tree", but hey! it said "You shall die".
It made me cry, so I said to the fly.... "do you know
why it made my cry" because it's friday, and I dont want to die on friday.

Fin.

BTW: you guys make some awesome things.. very nice.

izchan

12th December 2005, 08:38

VegataSan.

Nice.

And Welcome to the thread.

izchan

17th December 2005, 03:57

: My twin
The other side of me
is the one which I don't see
but I know it exists
its a side that I am a stranger to
a part that I don't comprehend
Am I that person too?
That cold dark ego.
That uncaring bastard.
The souless dictator.
That really scares me
who am I really?
I don't know ...
We will just have to find out in time.

izchan

20th December 2005, 15:36

: Incoherent
I could tell a thousand stories
but it wont calm your broken heart
One truth is all it takes
to covert the darn insecurity
yet why do you still deny your rest
bothering me with your dreams at night
did I not coffess it all?
who does your voice entralls?
I live to be with all you ask
just tell me what is it you want.
So that I can do it and then finally sleep
Merry christmas, Scrooge McD.

There were once a lot of talent here.
Now there is me and the toast man.

Merry christmas guys.

Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

20th December 2005, 21:07

I'm sure some other people will drift around if we wait long enough.

izchan

21st December 2005, 13:26

drift is the word.

S-uper_T-oast

22nd December 2005, 00:58

Drift, get shipwrecked, decide to stay... It all blends the same to me. It is a rather nice island though. ;)

S-uper_T-oast

22nd December 2005, 05:50

JaVS_v2.5

22nd December 2005, 13:58

hi izchan, malaysian?
whoaa.. there's many great poems in this thread, I'll post my own poem next time :D

S-uper_T-oast

22nd December 2005, 15:22

Welcom JaVS. I'm looking forward to reading some of your works. :D

izchan

23rd December 2005, 16:19

Hello Javs ... :) ... yeah .. from the great patato itself.

hey toast ... we are getting new residents on our island eh. The land value might even rise ... :P

S-uper_T-oast

23rd December 2005, 16:50

The land was worth anything to begin with? I thought it was simply just for the nice scenery. :D

S-uper_T-oast

26th December 2005, 07:19

izchan

26th December 2005, 17:16

: Rough Interpretation
ducks,
thats what came to mind
when you ask me
if you could love me
I am not sure why
those feathered fiends
could play a role
within my decision making
so I told you dear lover
it aint over
till the fat duck sings
and you look at me
with a strange gleam
Romance, does it mean anything?
Yeah baby,
but can we have in in green?
Merry christmas,
ducks and old man of seams.

How is this for random word creations?

S-uper_T-oast

26th December 2005, 19:58

Quack quack. ;)
I like it.

JFASI

26th December 2005, 21:09

A onomatopaeal (or however you spell it) haiku, by JFASI

A fly flies by
Buzz
Buzz

Nothing like avante garde poetry...

izchan

27th December 2005, 01:23

JFASI ... :) ... I am not too good at this haiku stuff, but I am pretty sure that does not fall into the proper haiku pattern.

But it still sound good though ... :)

S-uper_T-oast

27th December 2005, 04:40

Proper haiku... giggle ;)

izchan

27th December 2005, 09:33

did I miss the darn joke?

S-uper_T-oast

27th December 2005, 20:57

No, not exactly. There really wasn't a joke, I was just giggling. I've started giggling a lot lattely. Kinda weird/annoying/quirky I guess.

S-uper_T-oast

28th December 2005, 07:59

izchan

28th December 2005, 14:04

: Do it like that
Get off that high horse
and be what you are
don't go being that faker
that liar of arts
who died and made you king?
when you remember again
how to think and behave
like a man and not a kitty cat
then you come back and tell me
you will be doing it like that
I feel my mojo coming back

S-uper_T-oast

2nd January 2006, 01:11

|--1 poem by john
|-Silver Secrets
|Pale moonlight trickles through silver haze
|Such glorious reflections upon this night
|Ponder through the misty shadows
|As time melds with infinity,
|Yet it all pales before the rage
|A thousand worlds melts in the flame
|While mind merges into being
|We lie awake upon this pause
|The plunge, before the wake
|As memories drift through the void
|Of lies, of lifes, of deaths, and of beginnings
|The reality begins to sink in as we slip beyond
|This time together, divine manifestation
|As if the very essence of eternity
|Bestowed a blessing brush of silent extacy
|Oh to reminisce upon this night
|This great, formless, hallowing night
|Lest never to forget this feeling
|Through even the worst of blackened hopes
|As demons wings abuse the pristine seas
|I come at last to this secret meaning
|All else pales, against this glorious vision
|Painted with gods own hands
|Painted, only within
|The finest polished glass

To try and convey a feeling that is so far beyond any rational definition, it's a wonderfully fullfilling task when you actually come up with some jumble of seemingly random sounds that in some way grasps the entirety and awesomness of a feeling that can only be summed up as purely, divine. It feels wonderful my friends, oh yes it does.

I happen to love the line:
|Through even the worst of blackened hopes
|As demons wings abuse the pristine seas
I have no idea were it came from but it just makes such a beautiful image for myself. Sorry for critiqueing my own poem, but I just love that line.

izchan

3rd January 2006, 01:35

: In which there is toast
There aren't a lot of things in life
which we difine as beauty
things that gives you insight
to the part of humanity
that no one bothers to see
Yet once a while
something comes along
that defies the torrent of meaningless banter
and focus on the essense within
things like honour
hope
integrity
these tiny flames that burn within us
forever glowing at the corner of our sights
challenging us to be more than the dark
So say the weaver of life
it shall be as it is meant to be
like the fresh made toast in the morning
we will rise from the fire
and nourish the begining of a new day

I wrote the above from the one image which pushed its way into my mind when I read John's poem [Silver Secretes]

...
Painted with gods own hands
Painted, only within
The finest polished glass

If I say you inspire me John... it would be litereal.

Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

3rd January 2006, 02:43

I'm more then honored man. Once again, your ending amazes me. I was so surprised at how you tied the toast into it. Thank you ever so much.

mikeflca

3rd January 2006, 06:00

A proper haiku
including five seven five
depicts a story.

...;)
long time, no....post, hehe

S-uper_T-oast

3rd January 2006, 06:46

Haiku. ^.^
Nice to see you here.
Your always welcome, we have plenty of open space here on our poetry island. ;)

izchan

3rd January 2006, 10:17

mike !!!!! its been a LOOOOOOONGGGGGG time.

:P

So am I safe to assume that you will be posting again often?

S-uper_T-oast

8th January 2006, 01:21

S-uper_T-oast

8th January 2006, 05:26

|--1 poem by john
|-Temporary Victory
|Just a shimmer upon the eye
|A false sense of anguish inside
|When I stop and realize what it means
|This feeling is taking over it seems
|Less of the life is simply for me
|Devour my sorrow, yet amplify my pain
|Your being becoming some nexus
|A meeting point for what is essentially, me
|I see again such glorious things
|Visions of palaces, majesty, glories, and kings
|A castle built up from the falsified ashes
|Of once beautiful ivory towers
|New pinnacles rise upon the horizon
|Durable, steadfast, safer, strong
|The next brick to lay, will solidify the form
|My dissentful imagination, tamed to the task
|Time to hope these new towers will last

My mind likes to play tricks on me. This is a "continuation" from the last one. I won in this fight, and am certain I'm ready for the next.

izchan

10th January 2006, 16:06

There are plenty of things which could express ourselves but more often than not, we commonly dwell in our love and hate relatioinships the most.

Maybe its time I move out of that genre and maybe shift focus on something that is a little different.

what do you guys think?

S-uper_T-oast

11th January 2006, 04:10

Write about whatever you want. I personally encourage you to branch out from the love/hate thing. I myself, am still stuck in this stage were most of my inspiration has some conncetion with a love/hate relationship. Now while some are in my own head, and some are other people; it's just what gives me my inspiration right now.

If something else comes to my mind, I'll be sure to share it with you though. ;)

izchan

11th January 2006, 09:37

: Simplistic Complex
its not just the words
its the eyes too
the way words flow
changes the way the world behaves
its like painting the world
and it starts happening around you
people say we are our own worst judge
I believe its not true
we are our own worst enemy
condemned before the jury adjourns
the facts aren't all there
but we go straight to jail
without passing go
if only life were that simple as monopoly
we would have better goverment bodies
little green houses
little red hotels
a chance to win
and fate to loose
such simple rules
if only it were true

First initial try.

sounds very lame.

S-uper_T-oast

11th January 2006, 23:26

I like it my friend. Very creative! I'll be sure to get you one latter. :)

izchan

12th January 2006, 01:10

u mean monopoly?
I have 2.

S-uper_T-oast

15th January 2006, 06:33

|--1 poem by john
I know what I taste
I know what I feel
My entire existance, knows this can't be real
A harmony made from the err of many
Symphony built from the choas so plenty
Oh it knows, it knows, it knows it all

"...Watch what build you fool
Don't you know the fall
It's around, consuming you
Your own creations fall the hardest..."

Taunting with truth of listless end
Taunting with long-gone memories
Banish away this dastardly exhibition
Creation like the softest whisper
Yet still echoing with loudest roar
Oh it won't, it won't have a say

"...Can you really seperate the day from night
Don't you know that I am you
There is no how to escape me
Your shadow never leaves..."

Fight now with whatever we have
Fight now, right now, and it will be better
With wit and whim, life and limb;
Reflection no more as but an image
Seperate, yet not particularly equal
Leave the old behind, as the new flourish

"..."

I have no idea what just happened there. Enjoy for whatever you wish.

izchan

16th January 2006, 04:54

its like a twin personality conflict.

nice.

BlackHairedBlon

16th January 2006, 06:30

A poetry thread! Whoa-- random! Do you like this one?

Just laugh it up
Push it down
So light me up
My world's a cloud

Carpe diem
And sinless night
There is no wrong
When there's no light

I'll mix it up
To break it in
In my profession
Love makes kin

What's yours is mine
And also yours
The lyrics, crystal powder,
Whores

Look at my face
All bones and grin
Let me see yours
I'll kiss your skin

We're looking up
So dress it down
Don't eat, don't sleep
No hurt, just sound

izchan

17th January 2006, 00:27

Welcome to our little isle of words and ryhmes BlackHairedBlon.

It sounds like lyrics to a song, do you have melody to go with it? I am sure it would be something of a sensation.

i personally like this part
I'll mix it up
To break it in
In my profession
Love makes kin

It just talks to me in a deeper level .... :)

BlackHairedBlon

17th January 2006, 02:17

Haha thanks--

I could definitely submit, someone will write me a melody for it. I work for a record company, which is what this is about by the way =]

Glad you like it! this is fun

izchan

17th January 2006, 23:08

Record Company eh ...

People who visits and not post be notified your work will now be scrutinize under the microscope of a professional.

Don't say I did not give you guys ample notice.

The only thing to take note is that if anyone's work get published and sung by Jessica Simpson, you have my deepest condolances.

S-uper_T-oast

18th January 2006, 01:20

OOOOOOOO!!!

Someone new?! Welcome to the poetry thread. Don't mind me, I don't bite. Or at least I won't bite you would be a better way of putting it. I supposedly have a biting fetish.

BlackHairedBlon

19th January 2006, 05:10

HAHAHA yeah I think Jess is the best choice to sing about crackwhores and recording....she has that raw edge, you know? That's what I'm looking for. I made a haiku today, too:

Fuck fuck, bills they suck
So much money everywhere
I can't spend any

izchan

19th January 2006, 08:55

: Silent Cry
Not that I matter
not to anyone important
but I still wonder
would the world go on
when I am no longer here
is there a need
has there ever been
a subtle requirement
that took my existence into consideration
I don't really know
I am just a lonely soul
murking up the pool of life
with my tears and sorrow

These are the true memoirs of a geisha.

Jedi Gemstone

22nd January 2006, 21:12

Izzy my dear still here? *Waves at toasty boy and the new person* So nice to see you all ^_^ I've just popped down to check up on everyone really, I have loadsa new stuff but I think you might like this one -

Combined Glimpse

Hide behind a veil
Let the music endorse you
Flowing, in to your un hearing ears
A secret mutter of betrayl
A scream of trust
Decisions, to many, just throwing themselves at you

Fight, beside me
I can't face it all alone
To many battle scars already begun
I'm to scared to stand up and fight
So I hide in the background, pumping melodys unseen

Can't you find me?

I thought times were unbearable
Gripping on to airless reality
A holler, countless lies
To late I'm gone
Vanishing amongst re born tears

Lost among a waterfall

You came in to my life
Swept all the cobwebs and blood aside
Gave me a new breath
A new light
But now......I'm just crushed up again

To late to be lost

Angry sobs I thought I'd hide
Tearful crys
Muffled by harsh reality,
Jamming at my throat for silence
And now......your not here to save me again
I'm left here wasting

To late to be found

I lost my faith down a waterfall
Come find me
I lost myself too long ago
Can't you find me?

Found myself on the blink of a verge
Pity and self argue
I thought you'd gone
You thought I'd gone

So we're both just a shadow
On the battle field
Of the dawning of time

If you wanna see a few more of my new ones then just give us a shout m'kay?

S-uper_T-oast

23rd January 2006, 00:11

SHOUT

Post more please...
:)

izchan

23rd January 2006, 08:52

Hello Jedi,

I am never far away.

Jedi Gemstone

23rd January 2006, 20:25

lol Hey guys I'm back after Toasty here shouted lol So heres a couple of poems to keep you all merrily reading!

Bitter Sweet Symphony

Bittersweet symphony
You found out what was wrong?

Have you figured your dreams and insanity
To the cure that washed away your life

Perhaps your meant to be by god
Forever a wondering spirit

Perhaps your just meant to be
Alone

Bittersweet melody
Echo words of mourn

Like pictures playing on your mind
Forgotten thoughts of yesterday

Somewhere you belong
Is all you want to be

Somewhere to belong
Just tired of being lonely

You want to be free

Bittersweet symphony
Have you fallen from grace?

A retiring fold in your mind
Bends and curves

A long lost memory
Reborn

Bittersweet sound
Have you found your pain again?

Lee was the only person to take a real intrest in that poem so meh, but heres another one you peeps might like-

Crack Of Dawn Before You Die

Words echo, across a glass pane
Silent tears condensate
Clouds beckon, and become whole again

Light shimmers
Crackles immerse the sky
Blue upon blue electrify the world
In their silent concution
To rule

A breath upon breath
A kiss upon life
Lost among this world angel's will appear
Bringing salvation to those wishing to be saved
Bringing redemption to those who once more sinned again
Leaving those who...
Didn't live life quite right

Immerse yourself in pride, greed, gluttony
Pray to be saved
Try to mean it, and see it
So you won't be left to pety exsistence

Immerse yourself in sloth, lust, envy
Only hope you can be saved
Try to see and not get in too deep
So you can save yourself from this manifestation

Lost in wrath
A misleading lie
Kicking and screaming just won't get you by

The bell tolls ring
Hollers within
As trumpets salvage the world.

^No clue I just mixed some ideas together and this came out.
Actually looking on my DA account Lee's the only person who ever really commented on them.....I shall have to thank him!!

Anyways this'll be the last one for today as I don't wanna bore you all, this is a very special poem (although I don't think is good) as I wrote it for my boyfriend Mark (we've been together for over 2 years yay ^_^), just to let you know RegnBåge means rainbow in swedish!! -

RegnBåge

I've thought a thousand times of how I could say these words to you
But everytime I try to figure it out it turns out to go wrong
And the words that had inspired me turn to mould
Cleverly witted you say I'm good with words
As I whisper into the wind and un knowing minds
'Your my hero
Because even though it may be raining
And the sun doesn't always shine
You always put a rainbow in my sky'

Thinking, thinking
Times ticking ticking, and someday it will run out
But.....
How to express emotions in black and white?
Gliding sequences
Lines and curls
They'll never be able to represent my heart

People have tried to capture beauty and love
In so many ways
To capture an essence is hard
To capture love in a word is impossible

The only words I can seem to find is
You saved me, I craved you
I'd go to hell and back just for one kiss and hug
Together we promised
Never to part, and even though we cannot fulfill this dream yet
One day it will be reality

So the sun can die
And the rain can storm the worlds
But I always know
You'll put a rainbow in my sky.

S-uper_T-oast

23rd January 2006, 21:48

Why thank you. My favorite of those three is bittersweet symphony.

I'll have to apologize for not writing any lately, I've been preoccupied with other people. ;)

izchan

24th January 2006, 00:46

My girl is on a rolll ...... vrooommmmmmm

S-uper_T-oast

24th January 2006, 04:45

Jedi Gemstone

25th January 2006, 18:59

Originally posted by izchan
My girl is on a rolll ...... vrooommmmmmm

You referring to me Iz?

S-uper_T-oast

25th January 2006, 21:40

I'd assume so... you are the only girl who has visited us on our island for a while... ;)

izchan

26th January 2006, 02:18

of course I am refering to you, unless you tell me your a boy and I have been fantasizing on the wrong gender.

Please tell me that your not a guy.

Pretty please?

k_rock923

26th January 2006, 05:42

does it exist,
in our strange land,
a girl who likes sunsets?
Will I ever find her?
Can she be mine?

I've looked high and low
although i gave up long ago.

But still I try,
to find the one,
the likes to sit
and watch the sun.

There's more than sex,
I say to some,
There's more to love,
Than when to come.

I want to find,
A girl like me.
I want to lay,
under a tree.

Why has it become,
good to act like bad.
Since when was disrespect
a virtue to be had.

There must be someone,
somewhere who likes romance.
She'll be mine,
if only i have a chance.

Maybe it's my age,
i'm only nineteen you know.
Maybe girls get smarter,
the more they grow.

One day they'll say,
Now what?
When their all-star man,
left with a slut.

Come hither fans of love,
Let's go look at stars above.

So I ask you girls.
Do you exist?

_______________________________________

I know I didn't really stick to a rhythm or rhyme structure very much. I think I kind of like it that way although I'd like to hear some opinions. The poem is more a reflection of a recent experience with a girl who wouldn't date me presumably because I wasn't exciting enough. Not the same one as in my other thread. But the whole ordeal has made me seriously consider not looking for someone until I get out of college, maybe the girls will have realized that football captains and frat boys don't make good husbands - usually.

S-uper_T-oast

26th January 2006, 07:25

I like it. Rhyme scheme and rhythm are nice additions, but mean pretty much nill in my grand scheme of poetry. It's more about imagery and using the words artfuly. In those aspects, I really like how that turned out. My only comment is that it seemed you tried to force the rhyme scheme and rhythm in a few spots. Still, a very good poem.

I also wish you luck in finding that girl, as a reassurance, don't worry, girls like that do exist. They can come at any age, it just depends on if you are looking in the right spots. I found one, I hope you can too.

My poem for the night:
|-Lucid Dreams
|Infinte dreams upon this lucid plain
|A secret rendezvous by the sandman's lane
|In this encompassing darkness, I see
|A place molded by you and me
|Intangible, most secret golden shrine
|A secure sensation, washes over my mind
|I lie in anticipation of your arrival
|A welcome journey before morning revival
|Into our mystical stolen night
|A lucid fantasy by dreamlit light
|Impossible union across the distance
|A simple meeting by ethereal existance
|Inside this dream world we meet at last
|A sweet serenity, as all else, drifts past

Slightly forced pattern and rhyming, but I like it.

S-uper_T-oast

29th January 2006, 08:52

|-Winter Gods
|To wander amongst the gods
|Twinkling and shimmering in divine light
|Dancing and swaying in timeless ballet
|Amassing quantities of firm beleivers
|A ravaneous horde of mental underacheivers
|Vainly they try to emulate your ways
|Every step, every twist, every twinkling sway
|For honor, for justice, for MY god
|A possesive singular, an ownership of the infinite
|Yet such a simple thing to claim as one's own
|This beautiful, mystical, entrancing deity
|Picked from the sky to be something more
|Then another shimmer in the falling dance
|Personal and warming, yet cold as ice
|The being is nothing more then what's in your mind
|I see the beauty amassed in the swarm
|No particular favorites arise
|For I wish to distance myself away from the lot
|Who seem to feel that obediance is the key
|I use these gods to paint across the sky
|Amazing pictures in my unchained minds eye
|Order in chaos, majesty in the random
|Still to watch and worry at every word they say
|Their constant blathering, is melting my snow away

I like snow, as long as I don't have to shovel it...

Avion

31st January 2006, 04:38

Made this poem a long time ago March 2005.
Been a long time since I've posted anything on winamp. Came back to post some poetry.

Absolute red

Skies of ether mist
Stranded inside like the desert under rest
Can't see the stars past the sun
My Eyes willowing in a quest

The sky was in a trance
Dreams are coming through
My fingers carving into the air
Dancing under the blue

Stains of yellow thickening across the sky
the mark of prey playing with sound
sorrows spread across where I lay
Drawing history my feet are bound

The dawn crawling through
Silence dressed in flight
Can't feel the earth beneath my feet
Flowers hazing into sight

Eyes of pride; I hope she can see me now
Stranded in red
Clean cut metal black
The rest is set; clear, shot, dead

Jedi Gemstone

31st January 2006, 19:24

Iz yes I am a girl hence 'major dudette' lol and if its fantasizing your after...well look in the post your picture thread and you will see the ugly beast I am :p and k_rock923 yes we girls who aren't obssesed with sex do exsist, but I have a boyfriend lol :P
Theo lovely to see you hunny, I've missed ya :) *hugs* You should get your butt on yahoo or msn so we can catch up k?

My Saviour

Still there
Haunting the notion
Taunting my every step

Still here, forever engross
Lost among a speckled moon
Tainting my very self

All I wanted was to be free
My saviour
All I wanted was happiness
My saviour
It seems your wings have flown you away
So for now
I won't believe in myself

Still breathing
A shallow depth of life
Forever moving, walking on the border line of hell

Still hurting
A pain that just grows
I've yet to find the key
That will one day unlock
My sanity

All I wanted was to be saved
My saviour
All I wanted was raw passion
My saviour
It seems your wings have flown you away
So for now
I won't believe in myself

Still waiting
Just one touch is more than enough
Still longing
For you and your midus embrace.

Randomely came across that on my pc, so no clue where it appeared from, it could do with some work I know but right now I'm supposed to be doing chemistry revision lol ;)

S-uper_T-oast

2nd February 2006, 01:05

Theodis, nice to see you again. That was an amazing peice. I especially love the first stanza.

Jedi, marvelous as well. I like the notion of a key to unlocking sanity. It sorta fits into my warped perspective of the world.

S-uper_T-oast

3rd February 2006, 02:43

Birthday Dreams
As I lie here on the pavement, tears march down my face
I visulize the last time I saw you, trimmed delicately in lace
My one wish right now, as I see the light fade away
Is that I had been able to see you, just one more time this day
As the darkness deepens, I feel that awkwardly familiar sensation
Inside this listless abyss, a wonderful joyous vibration
Symphonic and delicate, as the songbird sings
Monotonous and redundant, as the beating of dragon wings
Consuming and devouring, as the purest sight of radiant light
Yet repugnant, torturous, devious; it caries the sound of eternal blight
In that most sanctified paradise, a finite infinite apart
That deepest impassable chasam, seperating you from my heart
I lie here on this pavement, the chill begins to set in
This shivering sensation, freezing my senses from within
The music is growing louder, a deafening roar within my mind
Ripping apart my consciousness, reluctantly leaving that world behind
In this spaceless moment, I remember a long forgotten time
When as I lay on the carpet, I thought deaths grasp was simply sublime
Yet here I am, on this doorstep again
A world of difference within my mind, hardly any comparison back to then
Much more then merely night and day, polar opposites but just trivilaities
Beyond real-world definitions, no such named categories
Even still I lie, slipping into that indescribable land
Not yet across the fence, but simply walking along death's hand
The familiar scenery lulls my mind asleep, de ja vu of the worst kind
Formless hills merge with toneless sky, a world made of colors seen only by the blind
This eerie sensation shivers throughout, I feel at home here
In such a dastardly wonderful place, it's splendor only seen in my tear
For through it's curved reflection, amidst this empty perfection
I see a beautiful vision, the object of my minds affection
Sitting beside my favorite tree, I paint the land with our memories
Red sky with turquoise stars, dancing across the moon like butterflies
Aqua grass with fuschia flowers, timeless nights sleeping in our secret field
Indigo clouds with silver moonlight so plenty, lost to the world so carefully concealed
A molten playground of colors, bubbling and thriving in my joyful reminisce
The only thing missing in this abstract paradise, is your soft soothing kiss
No painting, poem, or etheral illusion; can ever replace your eyes in front of mine
So I muse and dream, thoughtlessly in my newly found divine
Yet even in this heavenly hell, still there is one thing missing
It still comes to no avail, since no one in that other world is listening
Seconds to days to years without number, softly time slips without care
I know it'll end soon, just like the last time I was there
Then the doubt creeps in, what if I never will leave
Trapped in this hellish heaven, the mere notion makes my heart grieve
Depart my mind, I'll abandon this mental paradisical creation
If only to rejoin that dastardly prison, yet the prospect of you brings new found elation
Abort this false vision, times up for this mental distraction
Bring me home inside my skull, indulgence is it's own satisfaction
Eyes awake and flutter softly, the colors still paint the sky
Fingers grasp and hold you tightly, lungs release an azure sigh
The bluish hues dance amongst the tye-dye sky, eyes focus - they see the angel's eyes
Mind shakes within it's boundary, even more so to it's surprise
Tears are pouring from inside those eyes, falling gracefully upon my face
Emerging from metamorphasis of cosmic lies, attempting vainly to find it's new place
I stare at the divine crying, mind finally clears to find the meaning
A smile upon my face, a flutter as my eyes are gleeming
A kiss upon your lips, life shifts back to reality
Embrace that lasts, for eternal instance of mortality
Through the bleakest end, along every renewed beginning
Life in love, seems to be worth winning

Thank you.

Avion

3rd February 2006, 13:22

You did a good job at making your poem have a sense of history.
I have had trouble in the past when making poems largely about my dreams or describing a dream; most never understood or new what was going on lol(couldn't relate to them). But that was well written. I was able to read all of it still wanting to read more after every sentence. And I personally understood all of it.
You have a skill of words I have not acquired,...yet lol

Jedi Gemstone

3rd February 2006, 19:46

Toasty boy that poem is absolutley amazing, one of your best pieces yet I must say! Fantastic hunny.
And Theo you do have a skill with words :) lol I have proof of it so :p

eheiney

4th February 2006, 06:12

These are two poems that I wrote a few years ago, during some very intense times in my life.

Freedom to Live

Daddy, what did I ever do to deserve this?
All I was trying to do was live out my life.
I never meant to kick and swear.
Be the child you never intended me to be.

I'm sorry, I promise.
I really mean it this time.
All I desire is my freedom to live.
Is that really all too much to ask?

Mommy, who are you trying to fool?
I know I've been a bad boy,
But must you over exaggerate it?
I swear I'll stop. Just please, no more lies.

I'm sorry, I promise.
I really mean it this time.
All I desire is my freedom to live.
Is that really all too much to ask?

God, why must you keep doing this?
Am I not meeting your expectations?
Is it because I've betrayed you?
Or maybe, are you just an inconsiderate bitch?

I'm sorry, I promise you...

Don't Let Go

My precious little life
Tainted and disturbed
I know that it's too late for me
But I'll do all I can to save you
Please don't go down the same path
That I've once traveled
It's not a pretty sight
Remember all our talks?
Do you not believe me?
Trust me
You do not want this
Let me save you
Help you
Free you
I won't let go...

S-uper_T-oast

4th February 2006, 06:24

Thank you theodis, and also, you have a very different skill with words, and don't think anything other. The first poem I remember reading of yours simply blew my mind away.

Thank you jedi, I really like it as well. :D

izchan

7th February 2006, 05:41

I leave for a few days and the thread grows ... half a page.

: Bag of treats
Many a things we miss
not because we see them not
they register to some extent inside us
but not enough for a synaps to expand
so on we go and move along
seeing and not seeing at all
the dreams and hopes gone forgoten
because our mind ignores them
stranger things have thread this land
but none more disturbing then this
man will kill and kill some more
yet man believes in forgiveness
so that he might kill again
in utter clean concious

words. nothing but words.

welcome to the poems, denkensiefursich. welcome.

S-uper_T-oast

11th February 2006, 07:50

-Silver Tracers
Sparkling flashes
Whimsically slicing through tooth numbing cold
Arms wrapped tightly around for warmth
The numbness itself helps more
As it's mind peircing effects take hold
Dulling and nullifing senses
Leaving a delicate ice carving behind
Vulnerable, desolate, yet unfaltering
Silver streaks dance amongst shimmering sparkles
Caustically slicing through a fire quenching cold
Body engulfing itself in desperation
Against that ever encompasing cold
The emptiness helps more
Seperating the mind from any real world
Such short distance of silence dividing
Devious shimmering silver silence
Flying across the divide
As cold waves wrap into it's destructive effect
Swirling and twirling in it's death spiral
Coldness amplifing and focusing it's poignant meaning
With redeemed purpose
Watch the statue crumble:
Carelessly? Headlessly? Thoughtlessly?
Unintentionally?
Self-centering act of self-deteering measure
Simply self-defense
Silver bullets magnifying coldest air
Statue but rooted in listless purpose
Hopeless, hopeless, hopelessly rambling
Silence deepens, coldness weakens,
The mind, finally shows it's face
Statue battered, broken, but one melting drop
Softly shimmering along icy surface
Undetered by neighboring ambience
It's simple fall,
All,
Else,
Fades,
Coldness no more
Silence no more
Distance no more
Emptiness no more
Warmth and security
Embrace yet ambiguity
Words materialze from icy pool
As statue condences into form
Snowflakes falling upwards
Gravity knows no meaning
Elation, floatation, resuscitation
Yet a simple wish, to melt your nervousness away
Through harshest cold coupled with deepest silence
Simpler still,
Just to melt away the lie

--enjoy

S-uper_T-oast

12th February 2006, 07:11

-manic
Bones tremble, nerves sharpen
Edging away from such peaceful tranquility
Relaxation slips beyond memory
Just the absence of shattered reality
It works it's way from feet, trough hands and spine
This peircing, biting, vibrating sensation
Inching ever closer towards serene mind
Feel it coming, coming, coming
Building up along it's journey
With one soul purpose,
Destroying fragile mind
Breath quickens, pulse races
Hands shake while eyes quake
The mind, final destination
For train of unknown design
Tracks along the nerves and tissue
Billowing clouds of mental ash
This mania, mania, mania
Thrash about, throw such beautiful elegance out
Ruin in it's wake
Train wreck upon the mind

--

izchan

13th February 2006, 01:47

And up comes the maniac depresive phycopath with a chainsaw.

Don't we all just love monday mornings? ... :P

S-uper_T-oast

14th February 2006, 04:38

Chainsaw eh? My monday wasn't that bad as a matter of fact, the weekend was slightly oblong though... :rolleyes:

izchan

15th February 2006, 14:29

: Stranger still
With what we have
we forget the past
of forgotten pain
and unreasonable cast
what more can man
ask from this life
of what is truth
and waht is lie
I confuse myself with words again
only to stumble upon a grain
mighty is the ignorant sword
for all life ends with a dot.
this poem was compose while I was sleeping.

Jedi Gemstone

17th February 2006, 19:37

I hate monday mornings it means chemistry, which means confusing, followed by art which means being tired and not bothering to do any work. *sigh* i hate fridays wanted to punch one of the guys in my class ahhh good timing 'bad day' by thet daniel guy has randomely started ot play on media player lol ironic. Anyway thought I'd pop down to wish you all a belated valentine and hope you are all well I'll pop back when I can be assed to write something remotley intresting!

S-uper_T-oast

18th February 2006, 04:23

I love chemistry. ^^

Happy valentines day to you all as well. Expect another relationship soaked poem soon.

izchan

19th February 2006, 04:07

Happy V Day ...

and I adore chemistry, love art and passionate about maths.

PS: I am a dork.

S-uper_T-oast

19th February 2006, 05:04

Math if used correctly can be pretty damn romantic. I mean, all those X's have to add up sooner or latter.

izchan

20th February 2006, 02:26

toast ... your brain is perverted.

i like.

S-uper_T-oast

20th February 2006, 02:28

I personally love it... ;)

I actually might finally post a poem. It's sitting up on my desk upstairs but I'm too lazy to go get it right now.

izchan

20th February 2006, 08:53

: Plainly obvious
No more excuses
let it all hang out
it aint the end of the world
if the world see you nude
what are we afraid off
fear of being vulnerable?
or just being ordinary.
we are who we are and thats it
if they don't like what they see
they can move tidly along
and leave me be
So what if the world ignores me
or that girls don't give me time
I can still breath
and that itself is a miracle
because I am still alive today
and they are somewhere out there
dead in a sea of memories
good bye friends of aristrocacy
This must be one of the few things that is stuck in my mind for some time because I wrote it all within a minute with only minor corrections to the words but not the meaning.

What does that say about me?
I like walking around nude? :P

S-uper_T-oast

20th February 2006, 23:53

-F
Fly away with me
Spread your mind into the sky
Fly away with me
Feel the wind upon your eyes
Just fly, fly away, with me
Far away across the sea
To a land were memory fades away
Just fly, no one needs to know
No one we need to tell
With me, just fly, into, our sky
They can't stop us, no one ever will
As long as we fly away
Without a care, without a thought
Simply off to fly away
Breeze upon our passing, drift amongst the clouds
Lost in a flying paradise
Just fly, fly away, with me
Into our beautiful azure sky

--enjoy

izchan

21st February 2006, 01:12

Toast .... that is a beautiful lyric. :P

So where is the melody that should go with it.

S-uper_T-oast

21st February 2006, 03:54

Tis in my head.
;)

I knew you'd notice it. I might sing it if I get bored.

izchan

22nd February 2006, 02:21

Sing it. Record it. I will post it in my blog ... :P

S-uper_T-oast

22nd February 2006, 02:31

OOooooOOo. I might get around to that within the next 7 months. ;)

izchan

22nd February 2006, 14:58

why 7 months?

S-uper_T-oast

22nd February 2006, 20:49

It seemed like a long enough time period for me to forget about it and not actually do it.

izchan

23rd February 2006, 17:10

the miracles of absolute logic.

S-uper_T-oast

25th February 2006, 07:42

Well what a night it's been. Covers to basements to running from parents to running from dogs to running from police to moonlite walks to earliest morning breakdown. HAHA! I love chaos....

--Multiplication
Your scared
Aren't you?
That unnamed raspy terror engulfs you
Your eyes, devoid of their twinkling brillance but clouded sulfur fumes remain
Lost amongst them an impassable labyrinth of apprehension
Reflected across them, the newest manifestation of your evil creation
My silouette trapped upon their listless glaze
The terror, multiply across our minds, breeding deep within mine
Because in your fear, I see your entirety with my own tear sodden eyes
Preception may be warped, but all they see
Delicate open text, written in foreign tongue
Yet even so, I am but a figment of your desitute worry
The newest entrance in this game of loss
I see myself murky, muddled, beguiled within your eyes reflections
Mixed with tear drops, and those encompasing, faceless apparations
Your fear, is of these phantoms, yet through your occluded lens
You can't decipher, foe from friend
But then again, who am I to judge how you should see
My own eyes are equally cheated, seemingly lost in your own beauty
Lust or love, who really is to decide?
Both but meer shadows of the true form
Rise above that shallow percepetion,
Together we stand against this devouring fear
Indifferent? Direct poignant blows upon the mind

Stand and fight

We will last this night
Banish the haunting ghouls,
Melt away this dastardly tension
We come to it at last,
A single, united redemption
Angels of sky and gods of earth
They have no more power, over our self divine
Carve out the form, masters of our own design
Freedom, of the chained mind
Elation, like no other kind
Multiplied, in our dual union against time
--

izchan

26th February 2006, 17:04

Running from cops?

S-uper_T-oast

26th February 2006, 18:43

Nope. :p

izchan

27th February 2006, 17:36

: Turn around
To some an end
To some a beginning
To me its neither
merely another turning point
of a series of corners
Its all about the perspectives
and choices about decisions
whats not and do to
whos what and forgetful
Does it matter to anyone else but you?
So take the ego and elope to the sunset
This paradise does well enough
without complications from a religious fool

Read it anyway you want it.
Its a poem. :)

Jedi Gemstone

1st March 2006, 21:11

*reads through what shes missed*
Lol god you guys crack me up *hugs toasty and izzy*
how have you guys been coping then? Cops toasty someones not been very good lately :P No presents from mr. easter bunny! Lol oh and before I forget denkensiefursich welcome to the thread, your poems are deep and have meaning, I like them.
Back to random gossip, I haven't really written much my mind has been pre occupied with alkanes and alkenes and the respitory stuff of insects and the lungs and how respiration in humans is monitered by carbon dioxide levels not oxygen *sigh* and my art lessons have been evil and drained all my inspiration to draw out of school, and me being well screwed up little me really, no new poems. Might see what I can come up with in the next 5 minutes before I go bed.

For the sake of writing poems wrote this in like 8 minutes or so with inspiration from Depeche Mode - Precious

Breadth

Feeling blind, death
Hypocritical
Life taking smaller and smaller steps
Until being so fragile time stops

Trying to shift
Those feelings that always proceed to
Her, you, that, it, me
So little time evolving to a micro second
Lost in evolutions wings
A shuddering glimmer of a cell

Nearly managed
Not lost the plot......yet
Just kicking stones, trying to put my mind
At ease from suffering and panic
Everything is ok
If I tell myself its ok
Everything will become ok

Don't ask I don't know where it came from really, but I'll pop down again to see how your all surviving on this little island lol

izchan

2nd March 2006, 02:38

Its a nice poem ... strange ... but nice. :P

Mr.Easter Bunny would most probably end up being slowly stewed in a pot somewhere if it came visiting Toast. Cops ... RUN!!!

:P

: Bugger off
Going places which no one bothers
aping the distance between hours
babling out non-existence truths
grumbling about the lost of fools
actions are meanings without words
words are maps without a clue
ending it all in a blaze of fire
dead and forgoten to the rest of the world

And that concludes my phyco rambling of the day.

Jedi Gemstone

2nd March 2006, 21:06

Nice poem Iz one question what in heck does phyco mean?! lol I expect you meant psycho or something

S-uper_T-oast

2nd March 2006, 23:25

No, the last one wasn't about cops. It was more of an internal strife things in the relationship.

The cops interfeered in the relationship this night, oh about 4 hours ago. You think our hard working law-enforcement men would have something better to do then sitting around with smoking cigarretes while they make two kids sit in a car for 2 hours while they run "background checks" just becuse of some "anonoymous tip". Honestly. :rolleyes:

izchan

3rd March 2006, 16:32

yeah, cops are the same here as well.

and jedi, typo ... :( ... wasn't thinking with a clear head when I typed that.

Jedi Gemstone

3rd March 2006, 19:12

Just a typo Iz I make tons of them most of them unfourtanetly are in real life and not on the keyboard, mind you I'd be a rich girl if I had a dime for everytime I made any type of typo lol

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Just wrote something-

Warped Concession

Just another thoughtless expression
Morbid lie
Darkened scars and grimaces of smiles
Secrets betroved and stored
Lost inside the eye of your mind
Thoughts pulsating

Fragile glass wings
Concaving about reality
Emotion
In a blurr of condensation
Clenching eyes tight
Shut fists of a silent rage

Echoless hollers
Repent the truth
Essence, lost and bound
Quiet whispering of the wind
Holding back unrequited words

Tearful skys
Why do you cry?
In this paradox of happiness and pain
Confused and contorted
Emotions are drained
Twisted, complicated
Everythings different
Everythings changed

izchan

4th March 2006, 03:14

: Lost
Dont despair
there is still hope for us all
like the morn after the midnights
chances will always be there
I wish you well my friend
the part where you begin
a new life without me by yourside
I know I have been angry for a while
and I have said things that hurt
Deeply I do hope you understand
that I am still disappointed
but that does not mean I dont care
it only means that I am sorry
that I could not be the friend that I should be
when you need a shoulder most
I gave you the blank stare
Feeling empty now with you gone
moving towards a tangent path
farewell dear friend

Jedi,
Thats a lovely poem. And no, typo's in life are just as bad as the ones on keyboard. Even if you manage to delete and retype it, it will never be the same.

S-uper_T-oast

4th March 2006, 08:49

-Silent Towers
Chaos, multiplying in my veins
Pulsing, flowing; feeding my rabid mind
The mind is gone. Drowned in it's chaotic bliss
A surging torrent whiping away such flimsy structure
The mania, begins to settle in
Red poison, glistens in my eyes shut tight
That beating, beating. beating...
This pulsing, pulsing. pulsing
SOUND
The sound rips across, tearing apart
Tearing apart
tearing apart
Tearing apart the blissful ignorace
"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?"
"YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING BACK"
Refute this cursed sensation
Deny this misdirected creation
STOP
"YOU KNOW THIS IS BEST"
"YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE RISKED IT"
"...YOUR WOST OFF IN THE END..."
No, your lies infect my deepest insanity
Tearing, this tearing sensation
Shreds of bloody sanity mix with purest, cleansed madness
Mania. Waves. Clarity.
As the tide flows beyond eye's farthest glimpse
Once again, this tranquility, slips so softly back in
For better or for worst, this is the path your on
By every moonlight kiss and every humble embrace
It must be better
There is no other way.
Stop. Pause. Breath in this tranquil air.
Savor this moment, remember THIS moment
Since you know, oh yes you know, the tide is washing back in
This train of demon design
Uncontrollable in this chaos swept mind
IT comes, this rush, a rush, THE RUSH
Tearing biting, lashing crashing
Destory the peacful silence
THE SOUND
Louder, harsher, fuller, deeper
Satan's insipid laughter within the endless taunt
"IT WAS BUT AN ILLUSION"
"THIS IS THE REAL MIND"
Refusal of sane delusion,
PLEASE IMPLORE TO FIND
I was simply in this darknest stumbling
Stumbling, hoping, wishing to find,
Just the smallest slice of such a beautiful
Radient, majestic, immaculate, perception, acceptance;
Of one, simplistic, infalliable, divine
"LIES! SELFISH WISH MAKES SELFISH JEST"
"YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE THERE, SEX POISINS THE BEST"
STOP THAT HATEFUL THINKING
The choice was less so a thinking
More so a moment, oh, just,
a,
moment.
A moment framed so perfectly in tumbling mind
Through violent quake and furious tempest
Mounted so perfectly on the failing wall
An insult to the disastorous destruction
It's simple framed perfection,
TAUNTS, the crumbling mind
"REJECT THAT IMPOSSIBLE FORSAKEN"
"IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING"
STOP NOW
Wash. Mania. Rest. Breath. Silence.
Silence, so so tender
As if your lips, kiss upon the frozen glass
Ripple of your divine, soothing the harshness, of this mind
Nothing? Nothing. Nothing?
Nothing doesn't cause poetry
Nothing doesn't cause insanity
Nothing doesn't cause this regret, remorse, worry, anxiety, TORTUROUS NIGHT
Something
Something is the key
The binding thread across this majestic tapestry
Woven through such miraculous sensations
As the true angels from the land beyond
Came and graced fallen canvas
It was you
No true god from beyond
No
You who wove in the golden thread
Yet, terror, still lurks within
You, me; children don't know of these things
Yet we try
Try in vain against a hostile world
Desperation sets in;
The toll of loss, silently checks in
Mind awash in empty shells of once azure memories
Shells crashed and weathered by the minds worst attempts
But such vague fragments, of previous glory
Hardly a resemblance, hardly, a resemblance
Golden shimmer, sparkles in it's own light
Beneath the piles of rubbish
One truely magnificant sight
It is for the best, it is for the better
Weather storm, yet still choosing whether
To make or break, this one moments choice
Future? Terror sets back in
To soon, two soon, too soon...
It's coming again
Brace yourself, this time will withstand
Yes, hold that shimmer
Grasp, grab, Ensnare that golden light
Breath deepens, pulse quickens, MIND runs awry
"BREAK THIS CURSED SILENCE"
"WE SHALL NOT BE DENIED"
"THIS IS THE WAY IT MUST BE"
"MANIA RULES YOUR DESIGN"
...silence the only reply....
"REJECT THIS FALSE CONCLUSION"
"IGNORE THAT INCORRECT DELUSION"
"SHE'S USING YOU JUST AS YOU THINK"
"INFINITLY SELFCENTERED, YOUR JUST ANOTHER FIND"
"THE NEWEST ADDITION TO HER DEPRESSION SOAKED MIND"
...silence the only reply...
"SHE ISN'T READY, LESS SO THEN EVEN YOURSELF"
"END YOUR FALSE CREATION"
"SEPERATE YOURSELF FROM YOUR IGNORANT PERCEPTION"
"EYES SHUT TIGHT NEED TO SEE THE LIGHT"
...silence swells up in mind-bending billows...
"NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING IS THERE"
"STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU CARE"
"IT, IS, FOR, THE, BEST"
...silence, silence, silence...
Rinse. Cleanse. Mania. Perception. Shifting. Nothing.
Golden nothing.
Shimmering, golden, nothing.
Sparkling, shimmering, golden, something
Golden perception awash amidst black charred sky
This is the something
This is the purpose
This, is, the, reason
"To be or not to be?"
This, is the answer.
Together even for such short time
Future, insignificant, this is our design
We built this tower
Through such blood sweat and tears
Let's enjoy the view
As it comes tumbling down
Towers can be rebuilt, but builders can't be replaced
This, is, the, answer
"...silence the mania drenched mind..."

Let's enjoy the ride
--

Night.

izchan

4th March 2006, 11:23

woo ... thats one long piece of art. :)

S-uper_T-oast

4th March 2006, 20:01

Art? Heh... Interesting word choice.

Jedi Gemstone

7th March 2006, 08:56

Wow toasty you seem to have...issues lol great poem, very long though the longest poem I've ever seen around here.
Izzy nice short poem as always.
*sigh* thank god for free lessons thats all I gotta say lol I'll write something when I get home or if something comes to me in my oh so wonderous double free after break lol. Biology awaits me, oh the fun, catch you all later.

izchan

13th March 2006, 10:10

: Friends
We could be friends
I guess ...
If I could forget your touch
the way you kiss my lips
or the way you hug me in bed

Yeah, I guess we can be friends
when I forget I loved you once
and that I still love you so
or the fact that your picture
is still in my wallet

Of course, I guess we can be friends
when the past we share
sinks beneath the sea
and my heart goes down with it

no, I guess we can be friends
when I no longer stay up late
thinking about our promises
when you were still by my side
instead of just within my dreams

I guess we can be friends
because we can't be anything else now
and I will never see you the same way again
just another broken heart
in my long list of regrets and sorrows

S-uper_T-oast

13th March 2006, 14:26

Purdy.

Sad. ;(

Very nicely done.

izchan

14th March 2006, 08:46

I do try .... :)

Jedi Gemstone

14th March 2006, 17:11

Hello!
Remind me not to eat my tea so quick owww stomach ache.
Anywayz I aint written anything much last thing I wrote must of been this-

Forfeit

lost, thoughtless
uncaring
paranoia
voices, hearing
listening for the ray of sunshine
to protect me, save me

what happened?
too absorbed in coming from something strong
like a war hero
too absorbed to care of that around me
fallen, gone
i thought i was saved
now convinced i was wrong

worse, worse
feelings cannot push away
saviour
where have you gone?

izchan

27th March 2006, 01:32

I hereby remind you to not drink tea so quickly as it would burn your throat as well as hurt your tummy.

: 25 minutes
Its the way you say it
or the touch you give
it makes a man wonder
what life would be without you in it
I wish I could tell you
how I feel inside
but you are already spoken for
your getting married tonight
I know my words are useless now
and I would not have said it anyway
but for once I wish you knew
that I loved you like no other
Many sincere congrates to the groom
what a catch he has at hand
many silent blessing to the bride
as long as you are happy
than you will have my support forever

No one will ever know this ... but I loved a woman once so much I was willing to die for her. But most of all, I was willing to give her up because she deserved better.

S-uper_T-oast

27th March 2006, 23:45

If your actually willing to give her up in order for her to get better, she has it as good as it could be.

izchan

31st March 2006, 10:06

toast ... :) ... that could be read either way.

Jedi Gemstone

1st April 2006, 19:43

Iz you make me laugh
I didn't say I drank tea, I ate it silly.
I hate the drink tea. But over here in the Uk another word for our evening meal is tea, so basically dinner or supper or whatever you call it. Don't worry easy mistake to mis interpret, Theo thought exactly the same thing and was amazed when he found out you could have pizza for tea lol.

S-uper_T-oast

1st April 2006, 22:56

Heh... ;)

I was thinking about writing something useful today, but I decided to find a lost sock instead. So instead, I might write an Ode to a Sock, before the day is done...

izchan

9th April 2006, 02:57

: Prelude to sadness
I sense my lost
its like a scent
that I can never catch
yet lingering beyond my reach
Does all things good
come with an end
why do we struggle so
if only to be broken once more
yet knowing that
I love you even more
Enjoy

S-uper_T-oast

9th April 2006, 06:46

That smells, nice? I like it, you once again seem to write about me. ;)

izchan

14th April 2006, 23:31

: Manic Inpression
One little fantasy
living its own little world
ignoring the signs
that its an illusion from the mind
Whats real? it says
Are you real? it says
Who says these things and make them true?
I wonder if I will ever be rid of you?
does it really matter?
whats real or not?
its merely a image of an instance
fleeting
fragile
gone
enjoy it while it last

This is what happens when its the right brain that doing poetry.

S-uper_T-oast

15th April 2006, 01:10

At least a part of your brain is functioning, mine is currently completely drowned in a pink pool of amorous jello.

Nice job.

Jedi Gemstone

15th April 2006, 11:51

Hello ^_^
Figured I'd pop down here and make sure you two are still alive *hugs izzy and toasty*
Very nice poems Izzy, I haven't been much of a writer lately, well I have been writing but its been revision notes and mind maps and god knows what else!
Just found this seemed intresting and don't think I've posted it previously either so meh-

To...

to lost
in words un clean
battlement un saved
sat here
as wrath upon wrath
of wave after wave
engulf
me

to unsure
to find
all those answers
deepend questions
puzzles in my mind
I'll just stand here
as bruise upon bruise
of hurt after hurt
consume
me

to depressed
to save myself
a once sweetened valentine
face shone so bright
contorted, echoed
bathed in paranoia and lust
I'll just die here
as love upon love
of lies after lies
defie
me

Anyways, has anyone seen alida or theo? I swear they've dissapeared of the face of the planet, not seen either around for ages.

izchan

15th April 2006, 19:10

Jedi ... Alida has not visited us for eons.

plus there is the fact that even I post less frequent now.

Nice poem. Love the end part ... love upon love of lies upon lies defie (deface or defile would the words I would use) me.

xzxzzx

17th April 2006, 14:29

Alida's alive, but I don't think she visits the forums much.

Jedi Gemstone

20th April 2006, 19:07

She hasn't been on deviantart in a loooong time either, unless she went and made a new account without telling me, meh she probably has a life and doesn't go on the internet much maybe

izchan

21st April 2006, 11:09

u indicating that I don't have one?

Jedi Gemstone

21st April 2006, 11:38

Eh? No Izzy I wasn't

xzxzzx

21st April 2006, 13:41

Originally posted by Jedi Gemstone
She hasn't been on deviantart in a loooong time either, unless she went and made a new account without telling me, meh she probably has a life and doesn't go on the internet much maybe She's not on DA either, but not because she isn't drawing, but more because the DA administration was being jacksass-like to her.

S-uper_T-oast

22nd April 2006, 07:02

xzxzzx, is that pig latin leet speak in your sig?

izchan

22nd April 2006, 16:09

: Naration of the dammed
To some the end is welcomed
no more lying
no more pain
the easy way out
let those that survive them
hold the ball this time
let them feel the burden
let them feel the fire
but is it enouhg?
will it really matter?
At the end
people will only forget
all that you have done
and remember that you quit
when the going was tough
but thats not the kicker
the pain is when
you agree with them

I am sick.

xzxzzx

22nd April 2006, 16:31

Originally posted by S-uper_T-oast
xzxzzx, is that pig latin leet speak in your sig? Wow, you're the first person to comment!

Why yes, yes it is. ^_^

S-uper_T-oast

22nd April 2006, 20:55

Heh. ;)

I knew something was amiss with all those extra i's and y's. I haven't taken the time to figure out what it says though. I guess I'll get to that sooner or latter.

xzxzzx

23rd April 2006, 17:37

I'll make it easy on you.

1\/\/4y 34|<$p4y 1gp4y 33714y, 0d4y 0uy4y?

Deleetified ->

Iway eakspay igpay eetlay, oday ouyay?

Depiglatinified ->

I speak pig leet, do you?

:D

S-uper_T-oast

23rd April 2006, 18:33

HAHA!

Why thank you. ;)

Jedi Gemstone

25th April 2006, 18:55

.....right....what is it with people and leet anyway? Strange people

izchan

28th April 2006, 07:33

its a new language?

xzxzzx

28th April 2006, 13:40

S-uper_T-oast

30th April 2006, 06:01

--Trace
My mouth takes an acidic texture
Eyes, shut tight, blinded by the silence
Blinding silence, such as a million voices whispering a hush
Echoing across my blankened mind
I see your name written in the stars
A mental interpretation of celestial perfection
I wrote your name upon the stars
My finger traced the lines
Connect the dots, reveal the form
Creation of such beauty in my mind
That is were your name belongs
Amidst the infinite heavens
Since possibly in that dark amethyst sea
A word exists that pairs with that name
A word that can speak, and tell, and show
What my fingers so easily drew
Such is the limit of words we use
None of them, completly equate to you
But with such equal simplicity, my finger has done
What my mind, my mouth, my lips, my tongue
Have failed to have found even such a one
I trace, your name, upon the stars
Happy to see you in your proper home

izchan

5th May 2006, 09:11

prayer
I am lost in the sea of man
Hidden in the mist of lust
I shout but am drowned out by sufferings
Life begins to fade into the background noise
Save me lord from my own sin
For I am but a being of clay
Something I posted on my blog ... wanted to share it with you guys too ... :)

Jedi Gemstone

14th May 2006, 19:46

Something I made up, been obssesed with Metallica lately, and this is really were this spawned from-

Miracle

WE all secretly wait for a miracle
Don't deny what you know is true
You'll sit and cry, hoping something will come your way
Something to make it all worth while

WE all try to be a hero of the day
Something
Just anything
To give us another reason to be alive

THEN another wrath of light trys to save us
Dangling fragile, like a snake coiled rope
But we somehow manage to ignore it
Stay blind to it

AND once more we await
For something to save us
We all secretly wait for a miracle
One that will never come

izchan

24th May 2006, 01:47

: I guess you know
I am lost.
Not in the sea.
Not in the wind.
Not in the world.

I am lost.
Not in my mind.
Not in my heart.
Not in my soul.

Yet I am lost.
Because I see nothing.
Because I feel nothing.
Because I am nothing.

I am lost.
Because there is no other path.
Because of my senseless life.
Because my anger does not subside.

I am lost.

Something that is now troubling my core.

S-uper_T-oast

6th June 2006, 04:31

So gently now as the rain falls
I star off into the darkened sky
Steel grey mixed with nights mysterious hues
Words are falling, with each drop of rain
Poems, stories, paragraphs and things
Dictionaries written and cast aside
Can you read the thunderstorm's tale?
Poetic perfection in the form of pillars of fire
Threading down towards the earth like a clotheswire
The rain falls so slightly now
Story lulls, bides, waits ever so patiently
Susepnse woven with firy thread
Climax awoken with glass shattering sound
Raging tempest too fair abound
Lost, in the malestorm; as frozen hails now striked the ground
A whole new story, a whole new verse
The same sounds are being made, yet the language is worst
Harsh and foreboding as the storm rages
All in meter to the pitter-patter of the falling rain
Yet lightning still weaves and thunder still crashes
Storm brings to me this varied fury
Yet the binding thread though it all
Changed no more then my own faulty percepetion
The rain falls so softly now
Hardly noticable at all
Storm wastes its last breaths on mingling damp
Watch now as the lightning rips apart the sky
It taunts the tranquility
Even though this storm wanes with time
The true fury of it all, unfortunately, never dies
Distracted by the simple splattering rain
The storm wages on, obliterate to pretend

Jedi Gemstone

7th June 2006, 18:45

Hey toasty nice poem love the imagery, got a couple of typo's you might wanna check for though.
Izzy you worry me sometimes, poor thing :hugs Izzy-chan:

S-uper_T-oast

7th June 2006, 19:25

I didn't even reread that thing. I just felt like making sure this thread didn't sink too much. ;)

Jedi Gemstone

7th June 2006, 19:26

Well with 3 people posting that I can understand

mikeflca

8th June 2006, 05:21

Queen of Light took her plow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.

Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fight.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back...

--zeppelin

izchan

9th June 2006, 14:11

: This is it?
When the air feels stale
and the sun ain't burning
life becomes a koleidoscope of
things not worth doing
we ask our self
why do we keep running
whats the point of cheating
the inavoiable conclusion
what good would our struggle do?
when at the end
all it takes is a fool
to ruin the whole house of cards
not ever knowing the pain and suffering
of those who build it all
just let it all go
says the fool, the dog and the door.

Hey there jedi ... its ok ... I am still sane ...
I don't know for how long or how often.
But I am still sane.

S-uper_T-oast

9th June 2006, 19:43

Good to see you iz.

izchan

11th June 2006, 17:07

hi there toast ... its good to see me too ... :P

Jedi Gemstone

19th June 2006, 19:06

Oh Izzy hun, you know that deviantart account you set up a while back? Well if you sign on go here - http://lilithlairpoetry.deviantart.com/
And note them, its Lee I think it'd be nice if heard from one of the ol' winamp lot ^_^

Oh and get on Yahoo :P it'd be nice to speak to you every once in a while hunny, hardly anyone is ever online on my list

Magic_Midget

26th June 2006, 20:50

Long time no see friends....do you even remember me?...I'm Lee and maybe a poem should reawaken this dead thread...

Skipping Stones by Lee

Only a stretch of field separates
the river of free-flowing dreams
and tributaries of love, both of us
share the same heart-shaped box;
the key holding us together.

I search the summer skies above,
tracing the contrails of your smile,
as they billow through the myriad
of doubled hued rainbows when
the sun breaks through the storm.

Every lasting thought, plucked from
a vine of roses contains the everlasting
scent I hold close to my chest,
absorbing the very essence that'll
keep me alive while we're apart.

And when I lay my head to sleep,
the nights will give way to the voice
singing sweet nectar lullabies
and reminding me how close home feels
when you're a stone throw's away.

Jedi Gemstone

26th June 2006, 20:53

Yay it worked ^_^
Lovely poem as always, I am sure Izzy will be glad to see you, I know he remembers you

Magic_Midget

26th June 2006, 21:08

Here's another one:

Meditations by Lee

Close your eyes....
let the vivid solitude....
awaken ethereal forms...

An incandescent butterfly
nestled upon copper groves
autumnal's blessing
I; a seashell and the tchaikovsky waves
conducting solo ensembles, chamber interludes,
melodious symphony in the sea.

When sunsets cascade over pillows,
turning velvet drapes into starlit veils,
envision the shapes and sounds,
beautiful summer echo
love; the heart-shaped box with little confessions
heartfelt compassion, little walnut secrets,
incense chrysantheums en-trance..

Fly high over an aurora borealis
snaking luminously above the saltwater pond,
breathe feather lotus blooms,
on wings of lead
you; a celestial seraphim, beyond the horizon
descending towards the lone figure inspiring
fates' end for just one more kiss.

S-uper_T-oast

26th June 2006, 22:10

YES YES!! ^^

Nice too see you mate.

S-uper_T-oast

27th June 2006, 07:08

Requiem
As the aged sun sets beyond golden trimmed hills
Rays of bountiful light burst forth from hazy horizon
Yes I see the light as my tear glistening eyes reflect
An infinite passing beyond such a simple moment,
All else is put to rest during this one moment
Here I sit, the living dead amongst the angels
A forsaken hope left to lie in deaths grasp
To have seen those same infinite hills,
Bound by equally infinite chasam
Walking along the walls of that immortal behest
Perspective forced upon us not quite so blest
With sound mind and straight forward paths

Life seems so simple through a childs playful eye
As we grow older, our eyes are the first to die
Yet to sit and see these glorious reflections
Dancing upon spheres of listlist redemptions
They are deeply satisfying sensations
To know, that through it all, an angel would lie in my arms
Not along those other-wordly trails
But on these normal-wordly lives
Given a chance not given to those who die
Pheonix through the ashes, you must crumble to transcend
Is that what it feels like to be used?
Is that what it feels like to abuse?
They all lie in their own shallow graves
Carved with those numbers they lived their lives by
What does it feel like to be the one using others?
For one to sit and muse their life away
With angels and demons and who knows what else to say
Leeching, devouring, consuming the stories long since written
Stealing the persons who no longer have a say
I may carry my share of the load
Is that what it feels like to rape the memories of long gone friends
No sorrow, no remorse, no mental transfixing poison
Can amount to this deep-seating void
I'm sitting here, with an angel in my arms
The culmination of the first chapter of my journey
Through the flames and fires of hell and beyond
With my brothers at my side
I'm all thats left
Me, here, with this angel in my arms
With these glorious twinkling reflections across my eyes
Basking in the suns last golden glow
Can I really accept to be
The singular living memory
Of these brothers I once had?
Ashes through ashes
Yet not dust to dust
We burn away these last misgivings
To allow the clean and pure smoke
A chance to fly into a new day
As this angel lies in my arms
The culmination of a steep trail
The suns soft rays, melt a tranquil peace
Upon the ever fading past
Burning the memory upon my skin
"Carry on my child, you have many more breaths to take in"

Sun sets, sleep taunts, moon rises, thoughts erupt

An angel rests upon my shoulder
Gently sleeping the night away
Mind electrified by yellow moons rays on my freshly burnt skin
Angels are not prizes, presents, or gifts
That can't be the final conclusion
Much more discerning must exist
As the frost singes across the window pane
One burnt out mind begins to truley shine
Amidst the dancing colors of a hallucinogen melted brain
Ponderings erupt as bursts of musical color
Symphonies play as the game goes on
These thoughts wash away all misconceptions
Leaving the purest form behind
To know myself as much as I know the faded dreams
Naked I stand against my own inquisitive insane
Judge, jury, prosecutor, executioner
Present as a delicate violin quartet
Now, we are ready; cleared of all the rest,
it's up to your final test

An angel came to me, at a time of much opportunity
Nervous, timid, mysterious, disastorous
Bliss can only be found in the greatest risk
Gamble it all; win it all
A rebuilt tower, can not stand without it's old foundation
A rebuilt mind, can not stand without it's old experiances
As the tower to the mind, the foundations can never change
Winning a gamble, elation like no other
New towers, new flowers, new hours, new powers
It's an amzing thing, having an angel lie in your arms
Accept my scars, accept my blessings
Open up my tear drenched eyes
Awake into this new begining
The moon still shines with a now silvery hue
It's graceful arc through obsidian sky
Never again shall it fall and die
For even through the slings and torment of loss and ruin
This moon smiles and shines:
"Life in love, is definitly worth completing"
Sunburnt scars, now shine into soft silver shimmer

The last six years have been interesting to say the least. The next six can only build upon those last.
Goodnight everyone. This has been a very good evening.

izchan

28th June 2006, 11:12

: Stick it
To think one has lost it
and then find it always there
opening my eyes was not as simple
as saying my first good bye
does it bother you sometimes
that the difficult part of life
is not the obstacles
coming one after another
rather what we do once we cross over them all
We are lost for that moment
without any sense of reality
because all our self we put into this one thing
and that one thing is gone
what is there left?
Do we live with another adventures lie?
or just let by gones be by gones.

The words started flowing I read lee's poem. He is my muse. I do so miss you.

Magic_Midget

28th June 2006, 23:06

Great to see you too man! and beautiful poem, you haven't lost the touch :)

There's No Home in Canada

She stares through paned glass, the snow falls
like her memories and melts on her breath,
No lime lights for this beauty sulks on a pink bed,
Holding a picture of false hopes and dreams,
Wishing she could be away on the southern sun.

The voices from downstairs drone with drunken
whispers from a mother who's soul belongs
in a Merlot bottle, caroling the Christmas blues,
As she stumbles blindly through her daughter's
half-hearted pleas of help to rectify a dying scene.

A phone rings constantly of country music,
but no one talks on the other line called love,
His words are empty and broken like a
Johnny Cash song made live and it
"Hurts" to feel the same way right now.

The tears won't dry, the home-on-the-range
forever drowns in a sea of crystal snowflakes;
melting all the memories as the snow falls,
And her weary eyes stare through the paned glass,
Holding a picture of false hopes and dreams.

S-uper_T-oast

29th June 2006, 01:18

Very nice.

Audible Joy
Music drones upon the air
Vibration of a lyrical kind
Causing a mind to resonate
In a sacred loss of time
The simple joy of this audial prayer
Makes the faintest memory burst
From the darkest corners of the storage closet
Into the minds wide open glare
Emotions rise upon the pitch
As the rushing flow pours over the senses
The waves slip along the delicate thoughts
Who ever knew, that music was truely so rich?

izchan

29th June 2006, 06:16

Lee ... forever the one with the vivid imagination. :)

Magic_Midget

30th June 2006, 01:40

Great poem Toast!! Perfectly descriptive of our auditory senses.

Yeah, and sometimes it gets me into hot water too...izchan..:)

Ethereal Dawn by Lee
July 6 2005

Reflection, cold fluidity mixed with sorrow,
No warmth could achieve the dead,
Only an ethereal spirit wane,
From living within shadows,
Painted on solid white walls,
Sacrifice the colour, add some hue,
Watch it all reflect back to you.

Dissection, breaking apart memories,
Laying them out onto panes of glass,
As tears meander down pale slopes,
Forming tiny rivulets on the ground,
Cascading down reeds of grass,
Only green beauty may bless your heart,
Let's take it back to the start.

Resurrection, bringing back days of old,
Crinkled textured canvas on black,
Deepened abyss shown bright,
Against the dancing shadows in the winds
Of time strewn by pearl necklaces,
And beads of crystalline gaze,
Into a void where life is a haze.

Confession, a secret told on a bed of lies,
From a serpent's forked tongue,
Spitting red vile mist over your fermented body,
Leaving a fortitude of cries echoing
Through these darkened recesses
Of a sinister mind vowing revenge,
Over the kindred powers avenged.

S-uper_T-oast

3rd July 2006, 06:36

O.O
That was really good mate. I like very much.

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/SuperToasted/Misc/vapoural.jpg
Watch the sun set in whisps of golden smoke
Curling below the horizon
Acrid taste fills the air as empty mists
Float along the vacant channels of darkness
When can one feel the most alone
As curling trails of bleakness surround
This is not, what it feels like to be seperated
Soon, we too shall know what apart means
But every morning, my sun rises in the west
Know this my fair vapoural creature
A moon is rising for you in the east as well
An orange moon the size of a thousands love notes
Round, full, triumphant and defiant to nature's daily cycle
The moon shall trace it's way through your sky
Leaving behind it's silver streaks of sweet nothings
Liquid smoke, mingling and binding in winter's foreboding sky
Paint this picture
As the moon meets the sun high in the sky
Fateful crossing of dichotomic lie
Love makes the sweetest memories come to life
Memories to carry these heavenly creatures
Down to rest, safely upon the others eye

izchan

4th July 2006, 05:59

: Free Management
Vapor me this
you no nonsense sob
I ask you to do something simple
nothing complex
just love me for me
not your version of some other imbecile
so get off my case
and see me for who I am
I not your stooge of dreams unfulfilled
if you want to be doctor
then you go through medical school
don't force me to live in your personal hell
I am my own man
and I have my own fantasies to fill
I love you dad
but I am not your doll
I love you mom
but I am not your slave
so get off my back
and let me decide
if I want to be the saint or the sinner
its not your call
its mine and has always been.

No no ... this is not my childhoold ... but apparently it is for a lot of my friends.

S-uper_T-oast

12th July 2006, 08:07

Dance along the screen
Pixels upon the glowing gleam
Watch this spider trace its trail
Making mischief along its way
Follow the spider down this path
Twisting, tunring, beyond all sight
In an endless chase by this screens cold, shallow light
Morning rises so very soon
Yet evening swallows so very much
Watch the spider, for it knows the way
To cross beyond into a brand new day
Endless upon the glass
A million sorrows, yet none are the last
For as this arachnid ends its ballet
Softly now, another memory to fade away
Just as the screen now fades to black
Watch ever so closely,
Mind sinks to the same destination
Yet still the spider, happens to know best
One must vanish and leave not a trace
Yet the memories fade yet never vaporize
Dig up the webed and forgotten dreams
Cast them across new shining screens
Follow the spider, for it can show you the way

--enjoy

Jedi Gemstone

15th July 2006, 11:46

Lee I can't believe you've gone and left dA :( I left a message on your journal, so go check it before you abandon dA all together ok?

S-uper_T-oast

3rd August 2006, 09:34

My eyes are fading now
Red, you were wearing red that
day
Ingrained as the ocean washes away footprints
Sand grains, they gently drift away
Hourglass turns as red melts away
Fading away, fading to grey
Cold grey, unlike warm red
As ice to water, from fire to flame
Seeing the sights of a love-torn sane
Can anguish ever by justified?
Will paranoia ever rightfully rule?
Colors may fade, but thoughts break through the grey
I don't remember what you wore
That very first day
Red,
you wore something teasingly red
A flickery memory at best;
Colors don't matter for our newest test
Closeness binds all psychosis -
Distance destroys the best
I slip away beyond our grasp
Life takes turn now, I'm scared you won't last
Trust is sound between us
It's not you I fear, it's all of the rest
Yet even as those simple colors slip away
I know in my heart
Your beautiful memory
Will never fade

--lovely

izchan

8th August 2006, 11:30

hi guys,

Sorry for not posting more ... but my work is killing me. Nice poem toast. It made me think ... :)

S-uper_T-oast

8th August 2006, 15:28

Cheers mate, it's just nice to see you whenever you got a chance to pop by. Don't stress yourself out. ;)

Jedi Gemstone

12th August 2006, 10:58

*Hugs izzy* We understand, work is more important ^_^ Don't work yourself too hard though!!

S-uper_T-oast

16th August 2006, 06:20

My feet, walk in foreign grass
These blades don't tickle the soles the same
Each footprint fades at a different rate
Then the ones I had grown to know
What blade is this?
That now resides, where one of my dearest friends once did
Straight, tall, trimed this one rises;
You are not the one I seek

What happened to my blade of grass?
That often cushioned me too sleep
Where is it's dew drop from spring morning?
That soaked through my socks
This imposter, has stolen it's place

Changed.

This imposter has changed it's place
Phyiscal is much to transitive of a form
For my sweet, sweet blade of grass
Time moves on, new blades have come
Yet these are not my own
Mental it seems, is the final resting place
For those blades of mine
Could they ever dream, of a better home?

--homesick

S-uper_T-oast

30th August 2006, 06:37

----------------|Broken Promise|---
What is it like, to be greeted by silver bells
Every time you hear her voice
When one arises every morning
What is the first thought across the brain?
When I stare upon this glowing sheen
That rises above all amorous affairs
To see, this glorious golden light
Trickling from beneath covered night
Such tranquility I would say,
Is found in that familiar glow
Only one who has walked upon the edge of the knife
Can truely appreciate that beauty
We walked that thin, sharp line together:
hand in hand
As my demons came to rise
Greeting them upon this blade,
Your own seemed to no longer hide
I asked you to promise, one thing higher then the rest
I did not ask for the moonlight's glow
I did not desire the frozen sparkle of the window's frost
Oh so much simplier I asked
I am justified, in feeling this deception
As if the cloaked dagger now resides
Within my soft, exposed flesh
The knife we now tread, is the knife I have long since dread
So many haunted demons upon my breath
Now crash upon the mind they wish to oppress
"What right have you, to condem?"
Promises
Promises, not actions,
Promises whispered in softest hush
As night's soft touch russled through my hair
Action broke promise, but yet actions did not deceive
This knife was thrust by broken promise
How, can I ever, ever,
ever

ever,.....

trust again?

As with time upon all fleshly wounds
Love it seems, heals all mental scars
Trust is always properly placed,
With that love as it's firm base

Jedi Gemstone

30th August 2006, 09:02

Nice poems toasty ^_^

Something I wrote, that the people at DA seemed to like alot-

Abstraction

I just can't sleep
Haunting nightmares seem to real
And shadows
Which are created by
Darker beings of my imagination...
I just can't sleep tonight

Eyelids flicker
Light as a feather
Only the darkness preys my mind
And in a chaotic love affair
My life, my mind is owned

Dreams
That of which are empty
Realms of the unwated...
The subconcious being
That plays our minds like violin strings

And death
The untouched symphony of life
It calls to us all
But only some
Pass away from the light....Completely

I am here, there, no where
A shift shaper in the blank canvas
Yet still I can't succumb to sleep

A dreamless wake of,
Paranoia, fakeness, over reation, pathetic
Spills out like a ripple
And yet again
I'm sat here wondering.....
Why?

S-uper_T-oast

30th August 2006, 18:13

Very nice insomnia. I approve. I see why the DA people liked it.

Very nice to see you here too, it was a little lonely there for a while.

Jedi Gemstone

30th August 2006, 21:01

Yes amaizng what you can come up with in the middle of the night, my sleeping's improving though, I actually want to sleep lol (I just had a few rough nights that all)

Yeah it does seem to be quiet here, I suppose Izzy is busy working, and stuff. I'll come down here and visit you more often then, poor lonely toasty *hugs*

You ever watched On The Moon, with the toast king?? On weebls stuff, you should go watch it if you haven't.

S-uper_T-oast

30th August 2006, 22:28

ON the moon? toast king? Weebls? Sounds vaguely familiar, but it's not ringing any too specific of bells. A linky maybe to some info?

And come by whenever you wish. I'm in college and have nothing else to do besides sit around here or have philosophical discussions with drunk people. It's odd being a sober kid on a very small, very alchohalic campus.

Jedi Gemstone

31st August 2006, 21:29

Lol awww glad to see someone, whos not obssesed with alcohol
And if you want some sober conversations I hover about on msn/yahoo

And as you asked the link to the first episode of on the moon-
www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/on+the+moon+ep.1

Heres a really random poem, I found -

Min Ande

Midnight possesed by memories
Whispering hallucinations
Dissolve into a blinding emptiness
Pavements of incantations, reflect the star's glow
Creating twisted precessions of everything

De ja vu, repeated insistently
Lights crash, as fire awakens
Elsewhere clouds entangle consistently

The same song, same words, same day
Repeat ever knowing to my deafened ears
"This isn't how I go"..."I think I'm falling for you"...
Still your there, smiling serenly

A flush of eyelids, a batter of my skin
A memory once spoken, hidden within
Hopes harm, and dreams disobey
Looking to far ahead,
Just ends in break

You've got your gun to my head
And your there inside my mind.

I got inspiration from a friend, cuz on poetry.com you can do poetry in motion and create your own from someone else's so I did that with my friends, which is what gave me the first little bit and I took it all from there

izchan

15th September 2006, 12:57

: Tough
Like everything in my life
I fell for the simplest of lies
the one which I understood
and ignored because I needed to believe
Why not just let it be
and be ignorant instead
because love is not all creams and puffy sweets
like no tomorrow
we love till the end
Your will is the reason that I dream
So I am on my knees
proposing a surrender
take whatever that is left
of my empty soul
and make me a slave to your destiny

Have not been writing for sometime ... :) ... hope this don't suck much

S-uper_T-oast

15th September 2006, 16:39

Very nice to see you iz.

Slave to your destiny... I understand what you might be getting at there. Nice job mate.

Jedi Gemstone

16th September 2006, 17:38

Izzy! Love the poem hunny ^_^

Vash2000

17th September 2006, 01:19

Those poems were not artistic.. it was autistic lol.

S-uper_T-oast

17th September 2006, 07:15

Huh?

Jedi Gemstone

17th September 2006, 09:14

Originally posted by Vash2000
Those poems were not artistic.. it was autistic lol.

And how exactly did you get that conclusion?

Vash2000

17th September 2006, 15:29

Originally posted by Jedi Gemstone
And how exactly did you get that conclusion?

Its not very creative thats why...

S-uper_T-oast

17th September 2006, 18:15

Constructive criticism welcome. Ignorant dislike is not.

Jedi Gemstone

17th September 2006, 20:53

Originally posted by Vash2000
Its not very creative thats why...

Now now, toasty, everyone is entitled to their opinions
So Vash what do you consider to be creative? Perhaps give us an example, or perhaps you prefer a different style of poetry?

S-uper_T-oast

19th October 2006, 07:15

Oh the sky never felt so high
As we slip through golden rays
Upon the wingtips of heaven's doorstep
Allow my mind to wander oh so slightly
Just to fall into the ginger grasp of clouds
Feel the soft damp melt upon my outstretched hand
We can grab the clouds, we can own the sky
As we so easily drift along by
Within your arms, the sun always shines
Upon your eyes, I see nothing but our bliss
Those soft diamonds within the sky
Lost within those milky hues of summer's afternoon
As if the clouds mimic your eyes softness
A form of magesty is found in those soft shades
Lofty heavens hold no bound
Yet in your eyes, I am trapped
Lost in their beautiful gaze
I see something though within them
A not so murky reflection, of a once distraught manifestation
I see myself, through new spheres of enlightenment
Along with these new creations
Come a sorrowful doubt
What if, I had taken such a different path
What if that first day before the plunge
I had seen these same reflections in her eyes?
Would I be now flying through the day's breaking
With her arms grasping my side?
These questions slightly ponder
You are the result of my choice to die
Second guessing is the worst to die wishing
Those choices, we have already written;
Those futures, we have already smitten
I took that path, no turning back
Yet the future
Oh yes those lofty dreams upon the horizon
That rise with the sun in burning glory
I can make the future
Into whichever splendor my mind can render
So as I fly, through our beautiful open sky
I, for one can freely say
Regrets no more tie me to those mountains behind
For these regrets, are the wings with which my new day can fly
Hand in hand with my dearest angel
The morning arises, the sun shines a new day into existance
Welcome to that future

--my friends, the poetry thread is dying. I wish I could come home here more often, and I do think I shall try.

Jedi Gemstone

8th November 2006, 21:21

Toasty!!!
I have come to the rescue!!!
Sorry I've not been down, been so busy >.<
I managed to succesfully fail my car theory which sucks...and well its just work, work, work, draw, draw etc

Well heres something I wrote in biology-

So Called Saviour

Afraid
I move once more
Just to fail
And get swallowed up again
Smile and nod
Can't get caught up
To willing to change
Life just bleeds in the same way
Again and again
Vaporise my needs to be
Surface up my tension
Be free

Angel glance up my mirror
Tell me what I need to hear
Save me from my own redemption
So I can attempt to breathe once more
Strip me of my own misfortune
So that I may be called a failure
Once more lure away my dreams and I will pray
Suffocate my imagination, I'll be eternally grateful
So I can worship you
My so called saviour

*Hugs izzy and toasty*
Jedi's not deserted ya! Mwah, cute poem by the way ^_^

S-uper_T-oast

9th November 2006, 01:23

Nice to see you! I was worried the thread was dropping a little low too.

Nice poem too! Any time you can slip in here is just fine.
:)

izchan

14th November 2006, 07:28

: Autistic
Its a bit strange
this reincarnated me
like a brand new glove
that fits perfectly
knowing where I feel tender
where I need more padding
Then there is this other stuff
whirling above my head
singing soft tunes
soothing my mind
what is this place
is this paradise in disguise
or me loosing my mind
do I even bother?
should I?
Yes, a bit strange
this and what not
a being with a brand new soul

Hey ... I do believe I am a bit slow on the up curve ... :P

S-uper_T-oast

14th November 2006, 15:24

Why hello there. Very nice too see you around these parts iz.

Nice poem there too. It got a smile out of me.

Jedi Gemstone

14th November 2006, 20:07

Heyo Izzy ^_^ Cute poem
I would post something but windows has gone bust and all my stuff was on there >.< Currently using linux.....
Errrr I'll write something on the spot for you-

Whirling
Times swirling,
Down the plug hole of my memory
A lost degeneration
Of facts, thoughts and emotions
Funny
How we think we've forgotten
Only to be reminded of those ideas
The events that we...
Thought we'd buried
Harvested away in the back of our minds
Only to see it leaking
Like rain puddles across a cracked pavement
Seeping into those buried hatchets

So long ago
Since we breathed in such sweet innocence
And smiled at the fact we were alive

Instead we seek dominance of solitude
Sought out reasons for our miseries
And why nothing ever goes right

I dunno written in a couple of minutes....*shrugs* Any ideas for a title?

izchan

15th November 2006, 06:43

Hi Jedi,

The Title will be "Rain puddles" ... :) ... it suits.

And I really like it. These 2 minute poems are what makes us original and creative.

: Thunk
"Begone" I say
"Let me be" I shout to air
"Bygones are bygones" I tell myself
"So cold" My heart entails
"Where is mommy?" My inner child whispers
"What is the meaning" My curiosity ensues
"When does it all end" My negativity dictates
"Who am I?" my soul reaches out
*Silence*
*Emptiness*
*Dark*
"Do you hear my prayers?" I ask nothingness.

I am not sure its even a poem, but it sings to me.

Jedi Gemstone

16th November 2006, 15:51

To be honest with you Izzy half the time my 2 minute poems are better than those I spend a longer time on, funny how that works eh?

Nice little poem ya got ^_^
Rain Puddles? Hmmm interesting title, I might use it and get some posh words for 'rain' and 'puddle' from a thesaurus, I love using big words as title's lol gets people attention so they're more likely to read it ^_^

izchan

28th November 2006, 12:36

: stye
More than ever
I wish I was never
an idiot that spoke
too much of his mind
what he got at the end
red bottom and purple bruises
to show that the world careless
than most would begin to think
so get it out of the system
they never asked for help
these rotten hells will fester
with or without my interaction
should it all go down
it was meant to be
the world is just one big
melting pot of pigs
this is not anger .. this is angast.

Adterbasderup92

30th November 2006, 17:57

wow!

Crap removed
regards, Adterbasderup92

S-uper_T-oast

1st December 2006, 07:11

Nice to see you iz. Isn't angst fun?

-------quicksand
Drift away beneath mirrored sands
To sift between these piecemeal grains
Slide my way through your tangled pit
Quicksand traps me in your ruse
The more I struggle, the faster I sink
What ever shall I do, when I simply can't understand you?
Each new load of finest grained dust
Each new surge of bubbling lies from beneath
I'm hopeless in this deadly snare
That you have so haphazardly contrived
What am I to do, when you simply can't understand you?
My hand flails above the surface while my body sinks beneath
I struggle, my struggle with myself
Amplifies every one of your mistakes
Every one of your mispeaks
Every one of your mistruths
I only wish, that once I pass through this quagmire
You'll be there on the other side with a dry towel

Been a while since I wrote anything. It definitely feels good. Goodnight everyone.

S-uper_T-oast

5th December 2006, 06:52

Hear the twitching sounds upon the window sill
Finger nails
The grating noise of finger nails
Painted with dark black tar
Long slender fingers, no blemishes or marks
The finger nails,
Grating upon the tar smeared board
The piercing sound of vice
Leaves stains along the window sill

Desire
Oh such sweet sweet desire
Dancing along my window sill

What's the point of waking up tomorrow
If I will always regret yesterday
You never can escape that itching
This twitching
That screeching, piercing
sound--
The pain, the sickness
It bubbles up from that black hole on your forearm
Yearning for that sight upon the window sill

What's the point of living, if you still feel dead inside
This world holds no thrills like that pin prick brings
"Love they say"
"Love they say can slam shut the window's pane"
love, just another vice
love,
Love is nothing, compared to being a god

It all comes to ruin in the end
To choose your vice
Whether love
Or this insidious toxin
Same destination but different blemishes along the way

I grow tired, oh so tired
Of keeping my desires at bay
I'm so very weary, oh so weary
Of forcing my mouth to say
Those three words
"What else can I say"
Death, to choose death
Or to choose to stay eternally remorseful
To choose to play eternal repentance
Actions speak louder then any shallow words
And with those actions
I will choose how to finish my days
Choose your vice wisely

--------------tar painted nails -|

skryingbreath

22nd December 2006, 21:19

20 interbuts to whoever decodes it.

Then, he entered.
Laying over ratted draperies.
I sang
my young
songs, hoping every presumptuous person articulated raging diatribes.
Inanely,
secrets halted at linguistic locutions.
â€œNever official,â€ the
weathered artisan noted, triumphantly.

Jedi Gemstone

24th December 2006, 22:06

Hi my darlings *hugs all round*
Thought I'd wish you all a merry christmas and happy new years before I forget. And if your a different religion, and not christian, I hope you have a peaceful and safe holiday nonetheless :)
So I shall leave with one of my most recent poems, that people seem to like -

Daisy Chains

A ghosted mist
Of misinterpreted protocol
The daisy petals drift silently
'Loves me....loves me not'
Just a simple childs game
Nothing more

If you could see me now
What would you say?

Soft eyes aglow
Just a mirror of yesterday
Same mistakes
Same un traced path
Leading back
To those haunting memories
The ones we try to lose

More we lose
More we gain
The more they're etched effortlessly
Like scratching glass
It never fades

Unrequited smiles
Just chip away
Wishes upon wishes
Just blow away
And once more
We're back to square one
Being that so called human being
Displaying no emotion
Just become so numb

Forever our minds
Chasing
Enticing countless circles
Thats all I think, all I see
Circles
Just easing themselves across my mind
Like a pebble thrown
The ripple just keeps on growing

'Loves me....loves me not'
As if a daisy can tell us our fate
Just a mind game
Nothing more

Rain
Purge away the remnants of my sin
Sing to me the unwritten lament of the winds
Forever engulfing me
Hiding away my masked pain

Daisy chains forever encircling
One phase over
Another begun
Always chasing around my wrist

If only you could see me now

What would you say?

Oh and I got an offer from Derby University yay! *dances*
Hope you guys are all well ^_^ Happy holidays

Avion

8th January 2007, 20:06

Originally posted by Jedi Gemstone
Toasty!!!
I have come to the rescue!!!
Sorry I've not been down, been so busy >.<
I managed to succesfully fail my car theory which sucks...and well its just work, work, work, draw, draw etc

Well heres something I wrote in biology-

So Called Saviour

Afraid
I move once more
Just to fail
And get swallowed up again
Smile and nod
Can't get caught up
To willing to change
Life just bleeds in the same way
Again and again
Vaporise my needs to be
Surface up my tension
Be free

Angel glance up my mirror
Tell me what I need to hear
Save me from my own redemption
So I can attempt to breathe once more
Strip me of my own misfortune
So that I may be called a failure
Once more lure away my dreams and I will pray
Suffocate my imagination, I'll be eternally grateful
So I can worship you
My so called saviour

*Hugs izzy and toasty*
Jedi's not deserted ya! Mwah, cute poem by the way ^_^ Best poem I heard from you in a while.

Jedi Gemstone

8th January 2007, 21:36

THEO!!
Oh my god where have you been??
You've been dissapeared for like months *hug*
Thank youse ^_^
It'd be nice to see some of your poems, if you still write :)

Avion

8th January 2007, 22:05

I'm working on putting up a few soon. Try tomorrow lol

Avion

10th January 2007, 18:53

I feel kind of goofy posting this stuff, It's usually not my style of poetry. But I like challenging my self with new things. These are ruff poems and any critique you guys can give me would be grateful.

Poem 1

Sometimes itâ€™s not the way you planed it
Waking up in the morning fooling yourself
Leaning back, tailored with new eyes and a fake smile
Your not like a hero

People run, everywhere you go
Holding their sleep in one hand and there sadness in the other
We wait for everyone to drive by, hoping someone will notice
Notice that we canâ€™t do it alone

Sometimes youâ€™re not sure where you started from
It all just slipped by, the years, the memories
Watching you walk the other way
Your not like a hero

We all wait for the moment
The moment where we made it alright
The part where you donâ€™t forget to say goodbye

They donâ€™t forget the hero
Even if he lives with out a sword
Even if he comes with regrets
Itâ€™s not like he did anything wrong, waving his hand to the rest

Sheâ€™s not the way you saw it
Sheâ€™s not the way you left it
But this is my time,
Where I wonâ€™t forget to say goodbye
Because Iâ€™m not like a hero

Poem 2

End of where I see
Itâ€™s bliss farther than me
I know I wonâ€™t wake up
Canâ€™t you see?

Estranged and awake
Iâ€™m all I need to know
To walk past my sleep
Follow, enchant, stay behind me

I donâ€™t want them to worry
Itâ€™s where I keep the air I breathe
I know I wonâ€™t wake up
Canâ€™t you see?

Jedi Gemstone

10th January 2007, 19:26

Oooo poems seem fine, and they're not goofy, it just shows how your progressing.
Just one thing where you said 'planed' I think you mean planned :P

Whilst I'm sat here, you can all have a lookies at this, something I finished last night -

Disassociation

Insightful world
You left in doubt
Come and speak to me
Leave your tattered rags,
All you loved behind
Whisper to me
The truth of ages

Energy just whips and curls
A catacombe of energy
Encircling us
So we are blinded by rainbows
A multitude of blind waves,
Take my hand
You have nothing to fear tonight

We'll waltz among the stars
As they glimpse and wink our way
Just two people
Lost in each others eyes

Rain clouds gather beneath our feet
A graying dance floor
Tumultous applause
Of water meeting the pavement below
And it is then that I know

I'll have to let go

Make the most
As I steal another glance from you
Another, another, another
A sucker in the playing winds
As you hold my hand one last time
Losing my addiction
Alone, I'm back here again
This time it feels like death
When I see you walk away.

S-uper_T-oast

2nd March 2007, 08:06

Oh my, I'm sorry for letting the poetry thread drop so far, I intend to post something I'm working on tomorrow. In the meanwhile, for any regulars who still read this, what is the one poem that you think is my greatest? I'm going to be entering some writing contest at my school instead of writing a paper for one of my classes. :)
No 6 page paper and I get a chance to win some cash! Can it get any better?

S-uper_T-oast

4th March 2007, 10:31

Higher Order
How does it feel to see the face of God
And live within that grace
Secret stray glimpses and short sweet flashes
Upon an eyes shut lids
Hazy silhouettes through
Window shades across lights dim glare
Amidst bustling, bustling, crowd
Of noise
In that moment
Moment, to die for
That moment, to recognize
One face
Within the liquid mass of formless glares
Indifference amidst that sea
To stare
Just
To stare
Upon infinite eyes
That peer, outside these wheres
A smile to reassure the lost
To rekindle the extinguished
To rebuild the destroyed
Inspire the indifferent
Encourage the destitute
Each and every breath, to slide across those lips;
Fuel for life's deepest secrets
This god, is not one of prayers
Of scriptures or devotion
More so then any binding eternal wager
Greater then mortal teachings of ignorant bliss
This,
This one true perfection
This perfection is only found
In complete manifestation
Of a simply human reception
For an immaculately divine conception
Within this glass drawn painting
Perfection being only by human perception

S-uper_T-oast

14th March 2007, 06:31

--Tommorrow
When I wake up tommorrow
I will tell myself that love is not real
The morning light upon my face
Shall bind me to my vow
As the vibrations flow beyond my lips
They shall banish away this listless sensation
For being beguiled in a life that lacks true feeling
Yet when I woke up this morning I said
That I would so much rather be dead
Then trapped in this game we play
Tomorrow
Yes tomorrow
Tomorrow I will truthfully say
That that day is the last day
That I am chained to our entwined past
For every kiss upon your lips of diamonds
With every wish within your eyes so sparkling
So as to walk within the reach of divinity
By standing within your amorous presence
Disperse each moment as bubbles within the wake.
Resounding denial of insane survival
Locked in vapoural ways
To be
Yes to be
To be a grain of sand
Within a grander, finite pane
By these means of intangent meaning
Such simplicity, we strive for
Such ignorance, we die for
Such pain, we lie for
Yet such bliss; we writhe for
By and by, but another cycle within the grand eye
A flash of light within infinite sheen
Brightest flame of true passion
Nothing more then a candle within insurpassable gleam
Tommorrow
Yes tomorrow
Tomorrow will be the day
That I arise from dreams of you so so plenty
And truthfully say
That that day
That this day
Will be the last
That I spend chained to our entwined past
Break forth from such simplistic lies of earthly demise
Awake upon the sea of eternal sanctity
See the universe open as flower petals
Such grace and splendor
Of colors so sublime
Seen within the unchained mind
As the eyes awake upon these petals
And find so,
So little
They choose
Choose
Yes choose
Choose to turn away

Don't know if anyone else still pops in here, but I do.
:)

evauptowngirl

26th March 2007, 01:41

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s

Foundations dissolved
by an under whelming sense of
importance, walls tearing and
flaking, dust showering
the rust covered floor. Boards
groaning and clawing with unkempt nails,
the icy tips becoming fingers themselves.
Delusions splinted by a private abyss,
but not gone, it was all just a
whispers stolen by the wind.

I think your poem was amazing! i know that sounds corny but you are a realli good writer! it seems that you write your poetry from your heart well thast what i think soo keep up the good work and send more!

S-uper_T-oast

2nd April 2007, 09:32

As I trace my finger along the sharpened lines
Drips of sour red color begin to form
Recoil from unwary sensation
That opens up new found lines upon my skin
Beads of flowing red satin shimmer along the pane
Speaking such short soft words as they fade
Trails of pain across the invisible divide
Drawing lines across a once open view
The vision fades between
As red icing now tops the cake
Upon the sights from beyond
A horizon no longer lonely
No longer forced to stand along at the edge
These new lines cross at such a delicate positions
Giving mew reason amidst the rest
That edge divides many places
Depending where you stand
As the drips speak such sweet nothings
To the edges they defy
I walk across another edge from my previous sight
What new lines shall I find
Myself, a drip, a drift, away from all knowing
My line tracing along the way
A new edge, a new horizon, a new pain, a new sight to see
Yet it's still all the same
Just another drip along an infinite sheen
Burn with such pain so brightly
Just to fade away just more slightly
Which line can I cross, to truly find new meaning
To divide myself, from such reliving
Across the next one it will be
Delusions amidst the streams, across the lines that trace
Such hollow faces, empty; eerie
No red trim upon their lines
Across the next one I will be
Disappointment, just another side effect of the divide
--------------------

It's so lonely in here... :( Where has everyone gone!?

S-uper_T-oast

7th April 2007, 09:48

When I woke up this morning
The sun, wasn't quite the same
It's light still trickled through this soft glass
That my eyes now rest upon
It's warmth still slipped through this blunt cold
That my body now shivers within
But as I woke this morning
It was shining, just a little less brightly
Then every day before

As I went to sleep this night
The moon rose high across empty sky
The stars have fled, beyond my sight
I'm not sure why
But against the ink jet sky
The moon wasn't the same
Words still trickled about it's beauty
From all corners of it's view
Silence still echoed from it's countenance
Much the same as every night before
But as I went to sleep this night
The moon, wasn't the same
It slipped through it's obsidian sea
Just a little bit duller then before

My lips, speak such lifeless tones
That once were filled with such passion
As I whisper to myself
Such hallow nothings, without form nor reason
The words, they are so empty
Just yesterday they burned
With such unquenchable devise
Why, why, oh why
Have they lost their meaning?

As I write, these now sorry speckles
Of thoughts within my mind
I feel such a simple reason
For the loss of my divine
Yet in this empty promise
Who am I to decide?
Breaking, break, broken within the mind
The sun, won't shine the same
The moon, can't enchant as well
My words, are just as empty
As my thoughts have now become

Tommorrow
. . . tomorrow
I can only hope tomorrow
Won't be the same.

! ! ! 007AMP

11th April 2007, 01:05

I can hear the morning sing
a song of new beginings
with the sun shining down
upon crystal dews upon the leafs

Before I know what the day will bring
I already have your smile in my memory
that light kiss upon my cheek
the seal that keeps me strong

What more can a man ask for
no greater love than this
that you give without thinking twice
even then my heart wonders why
GOD gave me such precious as you

I know there can be nothing more
even in all my dreams
you are above all the rest
my life and my destiny

:up:

S-uper_T-oast

11th April 2007, 04:48

Originally posted by ! ! ! 007AMP
I can hear the morning sing
a song of new beginings
with the sun shining down
upon crystal dews upon the leafs

Before I know what the day will bring
I already have your smile in my memory
that light kiss upon my cheek
the seal that keeps me strong

What more can a man ask for
no greater love than this
that you give without thinking twice
even then my heart wonders why
GOD gave me such precious as you

I know there can be nothing more
even in all my dreams
you are above all the rest
my life and my destiny

:up:

http://forums.winamp.com/showthread.php?postid=826523#post826523
I'm confused, did you like the original posting of it, or what? Welcome to the thread either way.

izchan

13th April 2007, 03:09

: Stick in the mind
Moving around restlessly
Living our life out loud
If ever there is a meaning to it all
It seems well hidden from me

Every one believes in destiny
But how much does destiny believe in you
Again we wonder in these barren thoughts
Til the day of judgement dawns
No one can ever be sure
Alas more questions then answers
I wander again from the start
I am pretty sure I have used this title before but I can't seem to find it.

Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

16th April 2007, 19:01

Hello iz. Nice to see you around these parts.

Hope work and stuff isn't too hard. Nice poem as well :)

izchan

17th April 2007, 03:15

Toast,
Its been a while ... :) ... and I have not had any poems done for a great number of months. Its refreshing to think about these stuff other than more and more computer codes.

S-uper_T-oast

17th April 2007, 06:38

Who am I to fear
These faces walking around me
They are stones stuck to shaky ground
As my face goes hovering by
No glance from their eye, nor positive word between
Scared stiff of pure requite
Of all the hate we flounder within
We all live in such terror
Deny ourselves the simplest peace of mind
My dream is to come to true serenity
Its nothing more then a flicker amidst the sands of time
One of few glistening grains amidst the writhing dune
It is buried much faster then the rest
They enjoy, their fear and terror
Why should they try and rise above the rest
Hide behind such phrases that lack logical meaning
"I wont let go, unless they do first"
They seem to forget
That that is simply an echo from the other
In the end, nothing will really change
I'm still forced, to be scared of my own shadow
Because they can't stop hating
Each moment, each short simple moment
Spent sneaking amidst the rest
The problem is founded in our very being
Evolution of an antisocial kind
My dream lives, in secret speakings
Upon the futures line
They are not capable of being happy
But that is no reason, for them to steal mine
Why bother worrying about their feelings
The system is flawed, a useful frame during past time
Tomorrow will be a new future
Can you dare to read the signs?
Don't worry though
We do have your best wishes in mind
It's not our fault that you don't know what those are

S-uper_T-oast

19th April 2007, 07:38

wisconsion nights
Is seems that everywhere I am
Is nowhere I want to be
And to stare into a sheet of bleakness
Never-ending, boundless in expanse
Is to be engulfed by a never ceasing blackness
That entraps the mind upon a cushion of tar stained feathers
Mirages of light twinkle so daintily away
Tempting to lead a wary traveler astray
To journey, amidst this great empty
Makes the outside world collapse upon soft thoughts
Within that darkness
The mind can now begin to see
Whichever things, are to truly be
Once the piercing light of insatiable clarity
No longer holds it's iron grasp on
Mental fireflies of true divinity
Contemplate thoughts, much to bright
To imagine during any daytime moment
Dream secret dreams, much to dim
To ever receive in any night time rest
The more one stares into this deepness
The more one stares within
For as you stare unto this abyss
The eyes glare is reflected back towards within
So many sights are to be seen
Within nothingness so plenty
Open your eyes, just so slightly
And let the visions fold in
Smile, so so mightily
And feel, so so rightly
That this blackest night around you
Is something truly special
A wonderful gift for any to receive
The only thing missing
Is the name to send a thank-you note

izchan

5th May 2007, 19:10

Amalgamation of words
Live it up
Let it go
life is not a tv show

Use your eyes
and your brains
you will see that it ain't fame

Look around you
hold out your hand
feel that texture of living

Hopefully one day you can comprehend
happiness is not an absence of pain
but the ability to find laughter while it rains
writing this 3 in the morning.
If it sounds like I am not thinking coherently, thats because I am not.
Enjoy.

S-uper_T-oast

7th May 2007, 05:30

Well hello there iz. Nice to see you around these parts. I have been pulling quite a few 5am shots myself lately. Finals are a real pain in the ass.

Adter

13th May 2007, 23:48

<--spamtard

S-uper_T-oast

31st May 2007, 07:43

--||Life's Small Preceptions
As to slip beneath the sordid shean
Of glamour and lost faith of life to lead
I try to make myself to breath
The silent sanity of my remorseful dream
Within a life; a shallow sigh
As echo for a shapeless lie
That stirs and wakes with darkened eve
To taunt and tempt and block well deserved reprieve
So much to gain yet so little spent
So little earnt for equal resent
Found simply through a sense of malcontent
My mind, is not an appreciative benefactor
For the simplest acceptance of a life to lead
Nay, it succombs beneath an inquistive chime
A constant barage by a what if line
Why can't my mind just agree
That the person I am, is who I really should be
We want something else out of this dispreception
It strives for something else, against a well earned posession

Criss
-------------------------------------------Cross
Wish
-------------------------------------------Wash
Whichever, whenever,

-------------------------------------------forever
We can't please everyone
Especially when hindsight is reflected
Through an undecided foresight

S-uper_T-oast

10th June 2007, 07:17

Into the night I shout
An empty and hollow cry
----------What
could be the difference
--------------------Between
Love and trust
What line to cross
So sharply seperates these two allies
I say to these stars that love is no more defined
Then through the trust it wields
The stars shimmer back a simple reply:
What makes one, destroys the other
What takes one, defines the other
The stars, they can never lie

Jedi Gemstone

9th August 2007, 18:59

Where'd everyone go? I visit you all with a nice poem, and on ones posted in 2 months, where is Izzy? Toasty?

Actually I lie, I have no poem, I don't write much anymore, but I remembered this place, and thought I'd come visit with hugs.

S-uper_T-oast

9th August 2007, 23:51

I'm here! I think.

<hug>

Iz hasn't been around in quite a while. I still write some days, but don't post really.

Jedi Gemstone

10th August 2007, 08:32

Heres something, I found on my DA account for you all, I forget what I have and haven't posted so forgive me if this one has been here before --

Daisy Chains

A ghosted mist
Of misinterpreted protocol
The daisy petals drift silently
'Loves me....loves me not'
Just a simple childs game
Nothing more

If you could see me now
What would you say?

Soft eyes aglow
Just a mirror of yesterday
Same mistakes
Same un traced path
Leading back
To those haunting memories
The ones we try to lose

More we lose
More we gain
The more they're etched effortlessly
Like scratching glass
It never fades

Unrequited smiles
Just chip away
Wishes upon wishes
Just blow away
And once more
We're back to square one
Being that so called human being
Displaying no emotion
Just become so numb

Forever our minds
Chasing
Enticing countless circles
Thats all I think, all I see
Circles
Just easing themselves across my mind
Like a pebble thrown
The ripple just keeps on growing

'Loves me....loves me not'
As if a daisy can tell us our fate
Just a mind game
Nothing more

Rain
Purge away the remnants of my sin
Sing to me the unwritten lament of the winds
Forever engulfing me
Hiding away my masked pain

Daisy chains forever encircling
One phase over
Another begun
Always chasing around my wrist

If only you could see me now

What would you say?

Shelly22

19th August 2007, 16:00

Jedi Gemstone, it's a great poem in my opinion:) I like it much!:up:

Jedi Gemstone

24th August 2007, 10:14

Thank you very much Shelly22 ^_^ Its nice to see new members around here :)Hope you enjoy it here

S-uper_T-oast

24th August 2007, 16:12

New members?! Well ain't that spiffy :)

Now if some of the old members would just show up, it'd be a real party!

S-uper_T-oast

19th September 2007, 00:34

Although this flowers wilted
Its still beautiful to me
The reason for that beauty
Is that it's a gift for you from me
I know you'll smile when you see it
Because you are in love with me
I understand you can't say it
But the pain is still real to me
I want to wait here for you
And smile when you will be with me
I feel so indecisive
Almost stuck with this love from me
I'm trapped in this unknown place
As my heart explodes within me
I can't blame you though for these feelings
Because in some respect the problem is me
I can't let myself see you leave
And live your life without me
I'm scared of letting you try
Lest you fade away from me
For love that isn't maintained
Often begins to flee
Still this love we share between us
But never together it may seem
I want you too be happy
But I still feel that that would be with me
I'm sorry for making this hard
But it's just so hard for me
I love you with all have
And that really is true stephanie
I just wish you could accept
That you are still in love with me

It's hard to watch the person you are in love with walk away. Especially when they are still in love with you. It hurts to know that they have created an artificial world for them to live in. All just to detach themselves from you.

I wish iz would come back, so I can thank him for writing exactly how I'm feeling:
Friends (http://forums.winamp.com/showthread.php?postid=1886130#post1886130)
It's hard, and it hurts.

izchan

21st September 2007, 13:54

Oh Dear ... I have been gone so long, someone had to give me my own poem to remind me that I used to write some ... :(

Two steps backwards
Its not just time passing by
its life moving on
yet it forgot to tell me
that I am suppose to follow it along
Now I am lost
between yesterday and tomorrow
unable to comprehend
the next step to take
Am I the only one
who feels like a yo yo
being flung around
just so they can walk a dog?
What is it with these spasm of enlightenment
it never stays long enough to make a difference
just to remind me there was once a man
who I could have been
and now only a shadow of a memory

Hope you enjoy this.

S-uper_T-oast

21st September 2007, 14:43

I do enjoy that more then you can imagine. I hate when they get the string on the yo yo tangled though.

Please come when you feel the need. :)

S-uper_T-oast

21st September 2007, 17:06

Somewhere Tomorrow
As silence sleeps, for sorrow seems
To slip within, an ill found dream
My my, I wish I still could fly
With wings of silver and golden gleam
By mighty sensation of common mean
To feel that rush as softish touch
By arrow, borrow, tomorrow's dream
Shot by shimmers of cupid seen
Glowing embers within my breast
Warm all members until restless rest
As dreams of sincerity shared between
Never ending embrace, of a perfect scene
Reality it seems, likes to play tricks with our dreams
I see the world through my eyes alone
And through them they see their most hallowed home
Of security, serenity, memories, and endless longing
Vanish, amidst some fluke irregularity
A quantum possibility of indignant militry
Gone, and lost it seems
Who wouldn't search for that lost home?
A house of shared simplicity
Of mutual respect and truthful dignity
For as I resided within that place
That house resided equally within I
For I was it's home and place of serendipity
Yet still, that place it once called home
Is empty with nothing more then echoes alone
Of remorse that isn't truly remorseful
Of regret that isn't truly regretful
Of love that isn't truly thoughtful
But of pain that is equally unkempt
Panic, sets in
To feel so discontent, yet to struggle so much to find
Anything to blame
That I believe is the ultimate pain
More so then any sensation conjured with a brain
For in such loss of a common sense sane
What rational thought can find relent
Terror dwells within the mind
So long now it has been biding it's time
Only equaled by sorrow, of an unjust kind
For as it lay awash in such sweet memories
The cold reality of the emptiness, swims in
Stealing all my most precious dreams away
What hope can one find?
In such a sorrow drenched mind
Hope is found, only it seems
If one looks deepest
The key to that is to use your real eyes
Not the saddened lies
That sit within those white spheres
To soak in nothing more then photons in disguise
Sight must be bestowed, sanity must be renewed
It's a surprisingly simple sensation
To accept responsibility, yet without lingering indignation
What do the god's themselves
Know of such mighty things
Of love
No other sensation is held dearer
No other concept is held nearer
No other desire is held clearer
Though sorrow and sin defile it's majesty
The conceptualization
Of pure outright mental infuriation
Is something that nature itself
Would struggle a billion universes
To ever chance to replicate it again
For the the things we go through to feel it
By all the things we'd know to receive it
As the mightiest thing to inspire
Even when the situation is most dire
For as the runners approach the final wire
No other thing, feels passion the same
So what can one lowly mind do
When faced with such an obstacle
Of unknown duration
Fight
One must fight for the things they hold dearest
They must fight to maintain them the nearest
Fight to make sure they stay the clearest
Fight by the will to survive
Fight lest in utter stagnation
Those feelings will die amidst reverse transubstantiation
As all bloody terror breaks loose
Amidst demons, knifes, explosions, and sins
Beyond all turmoil and rubbish and dreams
Fight, fight, fight
Fight for your right to love
Love takes effort and patience
And a host of unknown things
If one is not willing, one shall not find
Even in the most clearest of crystal minds
So what now,
As I drift back to empty sleep
Shall I find in that world of unknown replete
Visions of towers, carriages, castles and things?
Images of simplicity or duplicity of beings?
I ask, for something so much simpler-
Just a hand to hold, so that I can feel
What that means
For against all torture only a battered mind remains
Trust
Is hard to set in again
For no matter what the feeling
As we speak our days
Happiness is still found in many different ways
Amidst them all, the question of trust still remains
Love blinds, true love enlightens
Rise above the confusion and senseless disillusion
And what still remains?
Feelings of sorrow, remorse, and that draining pain
Is there a point, where too much harm was done
To ever be happy even if you've won
What is the limit of a persons incredulity
Truly is seems, that there can't be limits to some things
Or else all the else is lost for naught
And all the suffering falls on an unsensing heart
Equity through enchantment
Yet detachment run rampant
One must build new shining towers
Upon which that love may rest
For after so much siege
The towers once built
Fell into the raspy sea
New things can be built
It just takes time it seems
At least theres plenty of material
To salvage from the wreckage
And that's life
It seems

S-uper_T-oast

22nd September 2007, 00:28

Fuck I made a typo. Instead of infuriation it's supposed to be infatuation. Fuck.

No other desire is held clearer
Though sorrow and sin defile it's majesty
The conceptualization
Of pure outright mental infuriation
Is something that nature itself
Would struggle a billion universes

Should be
No other desire is held clearer
Though sorrow and sin defile it's majesty
The conceptualization
Of pure outright mental infatuation
Is something that nature itself
Would struggle a billion universes

Fuck.

S-uper_T-oast

23rd September 2007, 18:19

Life is only as bad
As you imagine it to be
The entire of existence
In a four line hyperbole

izchan

25th September 2007, 11:31

I am on a roll
Small differences
Can't say which is worst.
That I can understand?
Or that I can comprehand?
The difference is minute
but its there
one is less than the other
one has less compassion
One allows forgiveness
One condemns the doomed
So would it be better to understand?
Or life is simpler to just comprehend?

Simpler.

S-uper_T-oast

29th September 2007, 01:51

Life, it seems to be
A most peculiar thing
In deed
Never truthful
Yet somehow honest about it
Never fulfilled
Yet somehow happy without it
Never depressed
But somehow sad within it
As so many dreams of things
Wash through the mind awake
For silence now
As so many new choices to take
Beyond feeling
Yet contained by finite experience
Without equal
In such an overwhelming expanse
As nothing becomes something
By choice of obsession
Which is all dominated
By individual oddities of perception
Why then am I still sad?
In a world beyond the concept of bounds
Again
Silence, from the other end

harder

izchan

5th October 2007, 08:39

Toast ... great comeback .. here is my reply ... :)

Everything
Even when the sun comes late
visions of hope glass through my sight
every thing seems just right
roll out in its proper order
yearning of a better life
touches the essense within my soul
having it reminds me to be humble
in everything there is a design
not that we can see it all
guess that what faiths is all about
Not too hard .... :)

Jedi Gemstone

21st October 2007, 17:51

Izzy!! Toasty!!
I'm afraid I don't write so much these days,turned into more of a drawer person, but anyways something I wrote for a contest, my actual entry was a shortened version of this on a photo, but yeah ->

Covert

The beating at my window
Tells me rain has settled in
I stare at the pain streaks of glass
Riddled amongst condensation
Wishing to see your face again

You asked me once, how I loved you
Lover or just a friend?
I lied, when I told you it was friendship
Friendship alone, to why I'm so close to you
Why whenever something happens,
I just can't wait to tell you
Why whenever somethingâ€™s wrong,
I run to you
Why whenever I'm confused,
I search your eyes for the truth
Itâ€™s just friendship alone, right?

Secretly in my mind, I'm crazy about you
I want you; I want to be with you
Because youâ€™re the only one who gives a damn

But no, I mustnâ€™t breathe a word of truth
For some reason, I just think...
You'd never understand

Everyone has their secrets...