Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[izchan]

: Silly Me

I am but a fool
stumbling through the night
staring at nothing
thinking it is light

Emotions are a tumble
nothing seems to go right
heart is moving backwards
what a sorry sight

If I was smarter
I would have known
that true love is an action
not a word on a tomb

[rm']

Creation of life
Swirling round and round in my
Bowl of Cambell's soup.

[izchan]

Hey RM .. ur poem/statement was very nice ... :)


Here is a another one. (a somewhat sad note)

: A Tribute

If man could fly
he will have wings
not twin engines on metal things

Yet flew he did
and landed it seems
on concrete walls
and unleashed its screams

'Shoo' I say
just go away
tears are flowing
and so are blood

Why oh why doesn't man have wings

[Huehuetenango]

i dont' write poems
though i once read a really good one
can't remember who it's by
but it was called, i think, stargleam

part of it goes
some day the stars will gleam
upon a cold gray stone
trace a name in silver light
and lo, twill be your own

more to it, very melodic, flows nicely
i wish i could rmember more of it

[Bilbo Baggins]

Entrancing starlight, shafted beam
of mirrored happiness piercing my dream.
The love of you is wrapping my skin, keeping my heart
warm, tender, forever beating.

Enveloping dark trance, melodious sighs
as your arms wrap around me, body and soul
I cry for your kisses, the shower me freely
and i look to the heavans, and the gods smile on me

We walk through the forest, leaves falling like rain
and the faeries are dancing, songs of laughter
and the sun is hanging, last beams touching hair
and our happiness is true, now forever and there.

[izchan]

Bilbo ... your artistic side is really showing .. :)

Here is another one of mine ...

A Reason
-------------------------------------
Sound of laughter
far and wide
Tears of mothers
Sobs and sighs

Matyrs come and then they die
Of which their meaning in life
Is to be the one that is good
Is to be the one that inspired

Yet forget they do in people's heart
When their love is taken lightly
Their memories like yesterdays rain
Matyrs come and then forgoten

Who am I that a king should die
so that I might go to heaven

Who am I ... so I ask myself
to ask of mothers to loose their child
so that I might be forgiven

Thus that is a matyrs life
the come and die
and then forgoten
--------------------------------------

[rm']

Come whisper in my
Ear all your thoughts on Love and
God and Hate and Hope.

[izchan]

RM your phrases are really nice ... do you write them or those quotes from books ... :) .. you must read a lot.

---
: As it be

Mountain tops with valleys deep
each holds their identity
of cold winds peaks
or river deeps
each a story untold
each a keeper of truths

Know that there is no final answer
for questions asks are just beliefs
right and wrongs, man's delima
each of whom asked to challenge

As GOD sleeps
and so shall we.

---
Wrote this based on your sig RM. It does make one think .. no?

[rm']

Life can be explained
In three simple verses of
Haiku poetry.

[izchan]

RM: do you know any Haiku Poetry to share?

I think I read something about Haiku Poetry in this forum as well ... I am not sure.

Going to search the net to see what is avaible.

[rm']

Know any? I write all mine.

5 syllables first line, 7 syllables second line, 5 syllables third line.

[izchan]

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 particularly like this part ... it feels true.

Share more .. share more ... Nemesis

[izchan]

Originally posted by Radioactive Man
Know any? I write all mine.

5 syllables first line, 7 syllables second line, 5 syllables third line.

So so I will be awaiting for more of your insights ... :)

Question ...

When you say syllables, you mean every word on that sentence? or just a particular part of it?

I am a novice with this haiku stuff ... still searching.

[rm']

Happily

hap-pi-ly

3 syllables, one word.

[izchan]

let me give this a go ...

here goes nothing .... :)

---

Lit-tle One Asked Once
What can I Be-lieve?
An-swer is in you

---

Did I do it right? Lit-tle, Be-lieve and An-swer are 2 sylables. Where the rest all can be counted as one?

Or is there a certain format that I am suppose to follow like the way a sentence is made?

[rm']

You don't need to hyphenate the syllables. Second line should have 7 syllables though. Other than that, that's a good haiku poem.

[izchan]

Thanks for your compliment ... :)

Here is how I chaged it ...

---
Little One Asked Once
Of what can I believe now?
Answer lay in you
---

I title this ... :: Apathy

people ... share ... share ...

[rm']

Perfect.

[izchan]

aligato gozaimasu RM-san.

[papadoc]

I really must thank
Radioactive Man for
Showing me Haiku
:D

[izchan]

Marvaulously done Papadoc .. you are a natural ... :)

[izchan]

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s


To Not Feel
by John Loreth


I never thought it was circuitous,
onstage with a pen in place of a
tongue, contorting verse to veil its
significance. Suffering, faking, singing all
that’s erroneous until my lungs hold no air,
chocking on my own momentum.
Draped around me, an emotional impediment
clings to my shoulders like an old robe,
deflecting intermittent attempts at rescue,
empathy dangling like a rope thrown to the one
writhing at a well’s foundation.
There I undulate, flailing until the cold
penetrates, merges with what’s already erratic.
And on that stage I saunter from side to side,
front to back, ranting, piercing air with every
momentous message, finger slicing like a guillotine,
head estranged and with it all intelligence.
And I recite, lost in meaning

. . . How unfair that the truth was hidden,
faded, but never quite completely.
Then I press and it’s all laid upon me,
rupturing my single hope and dream. A
scavenger leech sucking, draining,
but the hemophiliac doesn’t die, the
parasite a monument to ineffectiveness . . .

The crowd cheers and claps upon the
curtain close, fabric isolating me, but
I can still hear them mumbling. Later they’ll
bow and rest their lips upon my feet
and remind me of just how disconnected
I’ve become;
talent not a gift but a plague.


This is so sad ... and it is so nicely done. An artist life in frustration. Hmm .. I hope I will not end up thinking like that someday. :(

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s


Only Us
By John Loreth


I could spend years
tracing your footsteps and never lose
sight of their uniqueness.
Time is gathered like verse,
veiled and bound as is the rest, but somehow
more alive,
heart and soul forever reminded of the
implications. This stanza will join the
rest, singing sweetly in your testament as
memories recompile until they shine again.
It’s dreams of which I speak.
Truth is but a silhouette there;
I can have you like I’ve always wanted to:
lying forehead to forehead with my finger
crossing the majestic valleys of your lips,
grass prickling our sides, poking
like youth and pleading for attention.
But I have none to spare, it has
all be stolen by eyes and hair.
Lost in brown, tranced by a single wish
when finally lips unite, gently, slowly caressing
like my hand which has wondered to your neck.
Inhaling, exhaling; breathing
you in to show you how I feel inside.
And above a fugitive leaf breaks
free and flutters
from an oak, landing just beside us,
but we’ll never notice.
The world has moved on
leaving only us behind.


Time is gathered like verse,
veiled and bound as is the rest,
but somehow more alive,
heart and soul forever reminded of the implications.


This verse just hit a chord in my hear ... I can't help but shed a tear to its truth.

Thanks Nemesis .. for sharing ...

[izchan]

once I read a novel from the author Orson Scott Card.
The title was "Song Bird"

It was a very sad story but one that inspires.
About a man that creates musics in a unique way.
But one day was containminated and wrote songs differently.
He was forbiden to write again.
But wrote he did because he was who he was.
They punished bim by taking away his sights, voice, and hands
but it never stoped him from making music.
Ultimately they just killed him.

---
Do not let others make you feel less than what you are.
If you believe in something strong enough, just do it.
---

Here is something for your soul

: Broken

Like so many things a mirror
Reflecting what we say and do
Like so many things a mirror
easily broken and never renew

A person is so much like a mirror
you do what you see others do
some say it was original
to me it is just people without a clue

But so like a mirror it seems
that people are broken too
shattering their lifes beliefs
when bitter truths are rocks
that hurls itself unto you

What is then a broken mirror to do?
Do you lie there in pieces?
Do you just fade away silently?
Or pick up the broken parts and go on
using what little is left
to reflect on others what you now see differently
because of a broken mirror's truth.

[izchan]

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
one more:
Time looks upon old men with
contempt and an epoch spent
in futility . . . effort misspent scribing
what will never be uncovered.


Do not despair ... often we all do things that will never be known, greatness is not measured by what others says it is, it is by the heart in which we perform the action.

It is hard, because we are but mere mortals.
But it is because of these mortality that makes us challenge those that threathend it most.

No action is ever futile, it is only misinterprated.

[izchan]

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
the meaning is very veild. its about my memory if that helps you understand what im saying.

I saw the old man as the poet (you) and the things he did being his work.

But now that you mention memory ... I see your point.

But based on that new understanding ... your poem just went up another grade ... that is wonderfully written.


Time looks upon old men with contempt
and an epoch spent in futility . . .
effort misspent scribing
what will never be uncovered.


written for memories that foever lay hidden ...

A work of art ... superb.

[bjgellar]

"The Road Less Travelled"
By Robert Frost :)

[Bilbo Baggins]

Power of nature, frightening
death of flowers, moving
leaves a falling, dying
Autumns waning, winter flying.

Bare bark tree, standing
in shadow of self, calling
scurrying conies, frightened
Tree stand ever, wizened

Winter's singing, melancholy tune
shrouding landscape, death comes soon
and cloud cracks sky, failing
and snow downs to ground, flying.


That was just written. I am trying to pull together my thoughts on the weather at this time of year.

[rm']

Originally posted by bjgellar
"The Road Less Travelled"
By Robert Frost :)

Ah, yes... one of my favorites.

[rm']

You can't make bold statements like that without explaining them ;)

[Xerxes]

OK its not poetry but its written so well it might as well be.
It you've ever seen this just this piece performed in person...
it is fantastic.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire,
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that hath dar'd
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts:
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,
Turning th' accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass; for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like, your humble patience pray
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

Prologue
Henry V

[Naamloos]

Some really nice ones posted here..

Living in a life full of fears
No God that hears
His crying will never end
Maybe there is an other way to vent

Hoping for a better life
He grabs the knife
He plunges it in his head
A swift painful death

Made by me :)

[rm']

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
then i will explain. 1st (and proabably the worst reason) is that it has been forced down my throat from years of schooling. 2ndly i hear all this talk about his poems being deceptively simple and i think this is a load of crap, much of the metaphor and symbolism taken from a poem is put there by the reader. granted the writer does use these but the ways i have heard frost's poems explained it was just reaching for something, anything to give it meaning. finally as one poet to another, frost and I are at totaly other ends of the court. I prefer lost of metaphor and syombolism and drama and he goes for simple little stanzas.

i guess its just a preference.

dylan thomas . . . now there's a poet.

Those are all good points, but personally, I enjoy simple word structure. To each his own, I suppose.

[izchan]

Sorry for the silence in the last two days, was back in my home town and I made it a point not to be on the net during those times.

I see that we have some new people among us in the thread and contributing, thank you and welcomed.

Xerxes, your poem is a bit out of my league but it was a nice reading. Would you care to explain it for me a little? It is part of a play is it?

Namloos, wow ... is that the first thing that comes to mind when you wrote the poem? if it is, then you portray your struggles very vividly. I do hope that you keep on writting, because I found that writing poems releases the tension in our lives, and gives us hope and meaning to follow on. Sometimes, death is not the only way out.

As for the poetic discussion of frost's 'Road less Traveled', well, I find that it is a bit of a challenge to decide whether his poem is as good as they say. I have read the poem a long time ago, and during that time, it did not hold much meaning to me, but today while reading it again, it seems different but profoundly familiar, because I can see the link to the words in my heart.

Personally, I feel any poem that can ignite a fire of passion and thoughts are poems that are good. Because in my humble opinion, that is what litterature is about. Art is about making people feel and dream and link with it, it is almost like a relationship between two people.

I understand where Nemesis is going with his thoughts, and I agree with him on some terms, we are all different and have different preference. He like decisive poetry where the meaning of a poem is not so open to interpretation, the poems must mean exactly what the poet wants us to see and hear. Poems like these are clear and to the point, it gives a sense of ONE-ness when it is being read.

Where 'The Road Less Traveled' lets the readers put their experience or meaning into the words, in whatever way that feel it to be. It has its merits, but is totally based on the readers experience in life. Like me, when I first read it, it had no visible link to my life, but now after some ups and down, where tears are found, his words does bring out those memories, because those are what I feel and he successfully pull those strings.

The richness of a poems words are sometimes dilutted because of the experience of the poets wisdom and experience, thus for whatever reason that might be, a poem will live and die by the poets hands.

If you look at it, even the method that frost wrote his poems can be explained with this particular poems of his, he took the road less traveled and made people think about it. Does that mean the poem has only one meaning to it? No, it is open to interpretation, it is up to us to feel what we feel using these 'simple' words, where millions have read and felt differently everytime they read it.


ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

[izchan]

For those who have not visited http://www.pathetic.org , please do so as soon as you can, for I have found some of the most beautiful poems in that site.

If not you can visit http://www.poetry.com which is also a poet listing site. I post in that site often and have quite a number of works in poetry.com. I post under the Name Isaac lc Chan.

Here is something for today...

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: It is not to be

Can you see the difference
when we say the same thing
yet mean it differently?

It has been some time now
since we last agreed on one thing
and not end up fighting over it

Should it always be this way?
Maybe someday we will know
but now it is not to be
for you are just so different from me

The cup half full or half empty
---

[izchan]

I have applied, but they have not approved me yet. So I will just have to be patient.

: Waiting

Sitting under the old aok tree
listening to the autumn wind
looking at the fallen leaves
waiting for the coming of spring

When was the last time I heard mom sing
I can't remember it was so long ago
What did I do when she sang so sweet
I can't think because it pains me so

I miss you mom, don't you worry
You wait for me mom,
I will come some day
Just wait for me mom,
I will be there real soon.

[izchan]

My First Name is Isaac .. my last name Chan ... just like my nick ... :) ...
I - Z - CHAN ...

: The real me

Some say that man wear their masks
because they are too shy to be
Some say the reason really is
because no one wants to know
what's beneath

What's real ... what's not
who knows ... who cares
Why asks ... why answer
to be ... not to be?

At the end
words on the stone
a name, long forgotten and untold
since nineteen seventy six
that is the only thing that is real
My name, the real me

[bjgellar]

Hey N e m e s s i s , I like your poem about the "Wise Man Dressed In Rags" ...quite sad yet cleverly written. :)

[izchan]

I will be not posting as much today and tommorow as I have a dateline to meet on thursday.

Of course the occasional witty remarks will be introduce, here and there.

So keep the thread going ... share ... share ... :)

: Life in a shoe

If I could say it differently
I would always do
but sometimes words are just not enough
to say what I think and do

If only things were simpler and finer
and I really have a clue
then I will be able to say that
life today will not be living in a shoe

[bjgellar]

Ok.. here's a song not a poem but hey who would of known :)
This is not my work but I will post one of my own as soon as I finish it. I'm also typing this from memory so there may be errors...hehe
I really like the lyrics in this song.. :p

Sunburn By Fuel

The sky was dark this morning
Not a bird in the trees
And silence hung suspicious and anxious
Like a blanket covered scream
And you were gone
You were not there for me
And I cursed the sky and begged the sun to
Fall all over me
This life's not living, baby
Living ain't free
If I can't find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down
All my friends are searching
Quiet, desperately
Look into their eyes you'll see the faithless crying
Save me, save me, save me
And what are they to feel
And who are they to be
And what am I to do with, do with me, but let the sun
Fall all over me
This life's not living, baby
Living ain't free
If I can't find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down
Until my eyes cry out
'Til my head is free from doubt
'Til my lungs sigh right out
'Til I'm wiser
Let the sun
Fall all over me
This life's not living, baby
Living ain't free
If I can't find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down

[Curi0us_George]

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
then i will explain. 1st (and proabably the worst reason) is that it has been forced down my throat from years of schooling. 2ndly i hear all this talk about his poems being deceptively simple and i think this is a load of crap, much of the metaphor and symbolism taken from a poem is put there by the reader. granted the writer does use these but the ways i have heard frost's poems explained it was just reaching for something, anything to give it meaning. finally as one poet to another, frost and I are at totaly other ends of the court. I prefer lost of metaphor and syombolism and drama and he goes for simple little stanzas.

i guess its just a preference.

dylan thomas . . . now there's a poet.

People always over-analyze writings. Isaac Asimov once sat through a modern writing class. In this class, the professor was explaining the metaphors and meanings found in one of Asimov's books. After the class, Asimov introduced himself to the professor and said that he wasn't thinking any of those things when he wrote the book, nor was he trying to embed any of them as hidden meanings. The professor replied with something along the lines of "Maybe you don't know what you were thinking when you wrote the book."

Anyway . . .

Longest English word
is antidisestablish-
mentarianism

:)

[izchan]

Nice poems guys, bj 'sunburn' is really good ... I love the way that the emotions was laid bare to be felt.

Nemesis, wow, I like 'plasma' the words are so true, exactly what I feel like right this minute (working my ass off)

Anyway ... people will make judgements whether we like it or not, the smart thing about it is that we accept that fact. Opinions will come whether we warrant it or not.

So then the key is
Don't Let Other People's Opinion Govern Your Own Reality

Again, I will not be posting heavily today, my dateline is still not met yet. Don't you wish there was a way that we don't need to sell our lives for a paycheck?

here is my poem for today

: Voices in the air

Sound of talking air
intruding on my mind
forcing in the stench
and pushing down my will

Who gave you permission
to steal away my soul
Who gave you the right
to say that this ain't real

I live my life the way I see it
where I see colours more than the rainbow's
And I see a man of forty, without sense or direction
telling a twenty five how to live and die

So keep the voices out of my head
And put your judgement in a jar
For life goes on regardless
of one fool or two

[bjgellar]

I love your poem Izchan ... it reminded me of the film "Dead Poets Society"
Your poem has some parallels with the film,
Although the whole Carpe` Diem/Seize the day thing is too heavily used these days not many people fully understand it anymore.

You know how they use Individuality as a "Marketing Strategy" nowadays..
ex "Don't follow the crowd" "Why be like everyone else"... (like everyone else ??! ) -as in "You can be an individual too..very special like every freckin damn person on this planet!!).

[grandpa7]

THERE’S AN AMERICA I LOVE TODAY THAT IS EVERYTHING TO ME
IT’S CLEAN AND BRIGHT AND BRAVE; AND STILL SHINES FROM SEA TO SEA
IT ONLY SHINES WITHIN MY HEART; I THOUGHT THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW
I’VE LOOKED AROUND, BUT IT’S NOT HERE; WHERE, TELL ME WHERE DID IT GO?

IT’S GONE THE WAY OF OTHER LANDS, STRONG AND GREAT WITH MIGHT
TO LOVE THE ONLY LOVE GOD HATES; THE WORLD OF THE DARK OF NIGHT
SHE’S COMPROMISED HIS HOLY WORD AND PUSHED IT TO THE SIDE
WHERE CLEAN, BRIGHT & BRAVE HAD BEEN, SHE’S FILLED WITH FOOLISH PRIDE

SHE THOUGHT HERSELF MORE MIGHTY THAN THE WORLD HAD EVER KNOWN
BUT ISN’T THAT JUST WHAT THEY SAID BEFORE THE FALL OF ROME?
HER FACE IS MARRED, HER FLAGS ARE BURNED; SHE WONDERS WHAT WENT WRONG
GOD’S MIGHTY HAND OF JUDGMENT HAS HUSHED HER HAUGHTY SONG

BUT WAIT! I SEE IT NOW, WHERE THE HORIZON GRIPS THE SKIES
GOD CALLS HER HOME TO WASH HER FACE AND DRY HER TEARY EYES
HE’S SENT HIS WORD THROUGHOUT THE LAND, PROCLAIM IT FAR AND NEAR
REVIVAL STARTS IN OUR OWN HEARTS, AND SPREADS TO ALL THAT WE HOLD DEAR

THERE’S AN AMERICA I LOVE TODAY THAT CAN BE GREAT AGAIN
WE MUST TURN HER EYES TOWARD HEAVEN TO HONOR GOD INSTEAD OF MEN
SHE’LL BE CLEAN AND BRIGHT AND BRAVE; SHE’LL SHINE FROM SEA TO SEA
AND THE ROAD THAT TAKES HER BACK AGAIN BEGINS WITH YOU AND ME


Written July 3, 2000
[U]

[izchan]

Ah ... a name that I have come to love through my time writing poems or stories.

The first time I saw Dead Poet Society, I cried for the way how people were lost and found and lost again. It is a sad story but one that tends to remind me of the one thing that keeps me going, like all things we have only ourself to blame when our life turns from bad to worst. Though some might disagree with me, but the truth is, no matter what happends, we are the only that chooses to be WHO we are and not others.

GradPa7 ... those are very beautiful and powerful words.
I too have a feeling that America has gone a stray because of the leaders that have led it to what it has become today. I love America for what it stands for, which I still do today in principle, but I no longer see the America I have come to love so much.

You know the superman motto,
Truth, Justice and the American way?
I just love to listen to the words spoken with conviction.
Oh ... that was so long ago ...

Here is today's last poem ... till tommorow


: Till the sun rises again

If we could take back all the mistake we made
If only we could see the future
Then we can be better prepared
for what might come to be the greatest challenge of life ...
Just to live in peace

But sadly so
we have to muddle through these murky waters
go through hell and fire only to find
more obstacles to climb

Yet is it that bad that we fail
and try again so to make it better
sweat our palms with salty waters
just to make the world into a bearable place

Our time will come one day
where can we sit down and admire
the beauty of this new forged world

Thus work on we must for ourself and children
a future worth living in again
for what else is there in life
than to keep on living
just to see the morning sun rise again.

[izchan]

: Starting out again


Come to see again
what it was that stopped me
from saying what I thought
and doing what I should

So many reasons
So many excuses
so many fears inside
one tiny soul like mine

looking left and right
like my mama taught me
never get into something
that you cannot got out from
just like mama taught me
be weary of every form

But mama I am tired
so stress from all the worry
why do I need to bother
what others think or see?
Mama why should I cry
when others dislike what I like?

So thank you mama for all your advice
thank you and I love you very much
but it is time for me to grow now mama
and make my own decisions

I now choose otherwise and not just to try
I will walk my talk now mama
I will hold my head high
I am starting my life again mama
Thats where my new destiny lays.


It has been some days since I last wrote. Dateline and everything else.

Hope you guys enjoy this one .

[izchan]

here is something new ... :)


: In a different light

Time will come one day
when you will be tired of all the nonsense
of all the wasted time
of all the negatives in life

Years will pass before you realize
that nothing you are doing now
will ever change untill you change your life
to change the view in which you see everyday

For every problem
is but another perspective
A chance to change for the better
A chance to learn
A chance to give

A chance to be free again


---
Hope you guys enjoy this
It comes straight from the experience that I have had these few days ... which seems like weeks to me ...

[izchan]

Alot has happend in these pass two weeks ... and it seems like eternity for me ...

only these words remain ...

: Goner

passing by ... day by day
we never realised that we are dying
dying from the ignorance we have in us
dying from the bitterness in life

Rain fall comes and wash away
leaving me with nothing but tiredness
When will I find it
someday later
someday today
that peace and quiet time

Lost am I words to utter
of this and that to say
no more reasons or senses to conform
gone are the childish dreams
waiting to die someday

[izchan]

: Be as it may

Be that as it may
numb, dumb, forgotten days
drugs that takes the soul away
lies that hides under good intentions
bastards that lives on freely
and virtues that fades
what a shitty day


This poem was written in another thread, but I though I will just keep a copy here for persistent sake ...

[izchan]

Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
izchan, you should join my living poets society II contest:

http://forums.winamp.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=69761

My entry to your competition .... :)

: Somethings are just like so

If it were mere words
I would have walked away
but it was my heart that broke that day

Don't say a thing my love
for I have lost my inner self today
when you took away the only thing I care

If it was my choice
I would have stayed and kept going
but alas it is not mine to say

Be as it may as all things decay
I wished upon all my faith that it is not so
the love that took my life away

Tears may flow again someday I think
My heart may heal again someday I hope
life may begin again someday I wish
Walk away from pain someday I will

By Isaac Chan

[izchan]

: Distant blues

Good bye my love
you have walked away once more
taking all that is me with you
and showing no sign of return
I sit and ponder among others
what life will be with you far away
when will I be able to stop crying
how will I be whole again
Like summer's rain
gone before it reaches land
that's the feeling within
Good bye again



Something that is part of a memory long ago ...

[izchan]

: Burden in my eyes

life is really getting to be a burden
one must understand what it is that makes us tick
why do we go through all the clock work motions
only to see that day end in a different way

sometimes a man just has to shout
and woman have to let the tears dry
Of what that makes us walk away smiling
or crawl away in rags of emotions
The burden of life ...
mysterious as a lie
a dream of dreams
my life

---

And another ...

[Bizznatch]

What do I do to ignore what's behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I let it go and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Cause I cant hold when I'm strecthed so thin
(*edit*^original line- "sunlight burns the skin of sleepy men"-^)
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I turn my back I’m defenseless
And to give in to fate seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll
Take from me till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
By myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

How do you think I’ve lost so much
I’m so afraid that I’m out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to

Don’t you know I can’t tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can’t seem to convince myself why
I’m stuck on the outside (x2)


awesome song with poetic lyrics :)

[binary hero]

this is a great thread. I hadn't read it before, but I have just sat down in front of it for 45 mins. The poetry is great. Thanks for making my eyes hurt :P

[Trista]

Wow, I didn't even know about this thread when I posted my poetry... oh well.

[Bilbo Baggins]

:D You coudl post it back in here if you liked :D

[Trista]

Should I?

Nemissis, I'd join your contest, but all I have are these dumb three poems that I've already posted. I really only started writing poetry again recently. I mean, I wrote some when I was younger, but those were just...retarded.

[Bilbo Baggins]

Mine are worse.

[Trista]

ok ok, here's one



Above us a shooting star,
Trailing its light
Just as I cling to my wishes,
My memories
And your tears are illuminated
By the glow
But they were not made for me, I know
They will not fall
As our hands cling to each other
With the smallest
Gravitational pull in the universe
I will miss you

[izchan]

I thank all those that have come and shared again into this thread. For I thought I will be the only one that will be posting for the rest of it.

Welcome bizznatch, binary and trista for contributing.

I would have loved to listen to your song bizz, you have it on MP3 or something? If so, mind if I download it for some interesting listening?

Nemesis, usual, solid portray of work. Your words tend to remind me of all those novels I read (fantasy) where the hero and heroine's love hate relationship. Well, it also speaks volume in my best friends current relationship, he is still finding the courage to stand up and make a decision.

As for Trista, in this world, there are no stupid poems, just hard to understand ones ... :) ... give us some time and we will get it, if not you can always write a synopsis to explain what you are trying to say. But this


Originally posted by Trista

Above us a shooting star,
Trailing its light
Just as I cling to my wishes,
My memories
And your tears are illuminated
By the glow
But they were not made for me, I know
They will not fall
As our hands cling to each other
With the smallest
Gravitational pull in the universe
I will miss you


is very well written and straight foward. The sadness you are trying to give is very strong. Keep your poems coming in. We will love to read more of your work.

The day is still young, will post my poem for the day later, have to get back to my paycheck before I get caught .. :)

Again thanks for all the contributions ... keep it coming guys.

[izchan]

Here is an old poem that I found in my scrap book recently

: Enough to be happy

The one that holds my heart still
Is the girl that did not know
The one that I spy from far away
while she has breakfast at Coffee Bean

She loves her coffee black
eats cheese cake with butter on top
likes to wear flowy white skirts
and a jacket too big for her

she passes my way everyday
not seeing me at all
her perfume lingering ever so short
but strong enough to make me want more

I wonder if she will ever know
there is this guy so near her
that hopes for nothing more then
to watch her drink coffee every morning

I don't remember her face totally now ... but i can still the warmth I get just looking at her through the window every day ... :)

Have you guys ever had a feeling like that?

[Trista]

Izchan, that one was sweet. :)

[jarsonic]

Here's an obfiscated sonnet I wrote a few weeks ago. Rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ. Ten syllables per line, iambic, etc. Turn (as usual) in the last two lines. Enjoy. :)

- Jarsonic


-------------------------

I Am Not My Own

I am not my own. I hold not, live not.
I am dead, as far as the world can see.
Wistful for days of ignorance, I sought
The times past when living was so carefree,
Days when my life seemed less painful, I thought.
What drove me to this? Not dimming; but a sort
Of glorious light, to which I have naught
To compare. Dirt and flesh, all fallen short
Of what I was made to be. I abide
In the Fall. I lost before I arose:
I never knew how dark I was inside,
How frightened I could be of my shadows.
I am not my own. Set apart, I boast
In the fact that my sin has lost its grip.
Pressed on all sides... but not broken. So close.
Revel in weakness; Power made perfect
In my fractured self. Enveloped by Grace,
I strive onward... for I am not alone.
Thus I decrease, so that He may increase
In my life. You see... I am not my own.

- Hunter Chorey
12.3.01

[izchan]

Jarnosic, that was awesome ... blew me away ...

I have never written a sonet before ... :) .. some simple songs for the fun of it, but not a sonet ... that was amazing.

The lyrics are very nicely done, and the words are to the point. I particualartly like the way you dance around the words I AM NOT MY OWN so well. I tend to write like that too, but not very succesfull everytime.

Do you have more to share? Send it all in, I know for a fact that people in this thread will love to read more stuff like that.

here is today's contribution.

: In life we wonder
Have you ever wondered
what you will do
if you do not need to worry
and you never need to cry

Have you ever imagine
what it will be
if life were perfect
and nothing bothers the sky

Have you ever thought
that if everything was different
than everything will be right
all will be good again

Yet how boring it will be
if things never go wrong
if life was so predictable
that change cannot be conceive

And how scarry it becomes
when one no longer live anymore
living day in and day out
life like a dog
just the canine and its fleas
death due to lack of originiality


Something I wrote for the new year ... :) ... enjoy.

[jarsonic]

Thanks, Izchan. :)

Here's the poetry section of my site:

http://www.people.virginia.edu/~hcc8r/poetry_index.html

Enjoy. :D

- Jarsonic

[izchan]

Ok people, something for that just came out ... :)

: Just so you know

How many times do I tell the lie
so that I can believe in the name of love
and forget all that was hurting in me

How many times do I need to avoid your eyes
so that I can admire something that does not exists

So help me love why is it always me
that have to move aside for you to move on
why must I be the one left behind in the dust
when you take your future somewhere better

I am tired love
I am weary
I have nothing more to give
and I have nothing more to live for
so why do I keep on going?
I do not understand
I walk the road of a dead man
I sing the song of sorrow tune

Why do I keep this charade at all
I have no idea
I think I never will
just have to let it go now
this burden that have me subdued
free to wander once more
into the world without a clue
into the world without a you

Side note: Last check on Nemesis poem poll, leading by 5 is Jarsonics
'I am not my Own' ... remarkable pieace of poetry.

Any one who wishes to post their poem here is welcomed and encourage so, we discuss about the work that is shared and give our humble opinions of what we think. Though we might not be professional's, we do try to give our two cents without mutilating your work.

Enjoy.

[stttafffy]

i wrote this when i was drunk and high, i just found it on my desk 5 minutes ago.

my ears are red from the headphones
my eyes are erd from the weed
my head moves back
and yanks the plug from the speaker
and my empty ears bleed
red sugar running
down my shoulders to the carpet
soaking in and staining
plug the phones back in
fill my ears again with candy.

i was really drunk- whoa! new smilies:igor: < my favorites>:weird: :hang:

[izchan]

Art comes in the strangest of times ... :)

stttafffy, welcome to the thread, your weed is really bringing the best of you ... if this is the quality in which you get when you are high, I can almost wonder what you can write when you are sober ... :) ... good work keep it coming.

Today's contribution come in a different kind of tune ... :)



: Heart Slaves

We are slaves of our hearts
Whatever it wishes we provide
Whatever it fancies we supply
we battle the unseen just to get
the diamond that sits in the sky

Yet our hearts often flikers
Never knowing what it wants
Seldom the same from one second to another
often not remembering yesterday's lover

Like a drunken monkey
our hearts will wander
until one day some passer by
will come and cage it inside
their walls of solid will
with candy words and sweet aroma
the passer by soften our hearts
and captures our hearts desire

At the end we are still a slave to our hearts
and the love of our life becomes its master

Now this is something I just cooked up, it sounds a bit different from my usual work, but hey, nothing new, nothing gained ... :)

[izchan]

Todays little insight ..

: Innocence’s

Sometimes we do what we do
because of the unseen whom
the ghost in us all carefully conceals
silently whispering into our hearts
making us all old and confused

Yet a strong heart silences it
Thus comes a quiet time of peace
with nothing bothering our souls
Time can can then come and go
while hearts fear no disappointment
life refreshed like morning dew

Like a child once again
all laughthers and no blues

[izchan]

Ah ... nemesis has again proven to be a true artist.
Nice and simple ideas, the message is strong.

Have not written anything for a while, and brain is a bit numbed from the holidays.

Here is a try on one ....

: Secret love

It can't be denied
that my heart trembles inside
it falters its beat
whenever I set you into my eyes

It can't be erased
these words written on my face
what it says plainly obvious
my love you are the one

Yet it will not be so
to those that know how I feel
you will not be mine
for your heart belongs to my kin

So silently it shall be
this love inside of me
quietly giving you support
loving you from out of sight

A weak attemp on this, but hey it is better than nothing for today.

[izchan]

Based on the song that I have just heard ...


: Blind Bat

Thinking back again
I was just a fool
Thinking that I could change the world
just to make you feel good.

Maybe it is just my blind faith
that you understood
all that I have done
what I will do
is only to be able to see you smile again

Should it be different
I might have done otherwise
but the truth is I will never know
for the screens have closed in our story
You have left me for the fool that I am

[Affluentia]

Haiku


language and rhythm
awaken my shadowed soul
breaths flow like water

[izchan]

Welcome come to the thread Affluentia.

Nice Haiku, have not had any one contribute haiku poetry for some time now.

Keep it coming, we appriciate contributions from evrerybody


:End Note

It has been a long tiring of minutes
where every second takes my soul away
when ticking of clocks mark my ending
to an end of this decay

Now I lay slowly listening
My life sipping down memory lane
all that I have done now a motion picture
which I direct, produce and narrate

So what will I say for my ending
did I do the things I wanted?
Have I made my dreams come true
maybe this is not the end after all
rather an interlude before the final call
to prepare these last notes of what my life saw


A bit depressing, but all the songs in my mp3 list seems to be talking about ending it ...

[daveid]

thought i would contribute a little of my own work, a song i am currently working on... and i will give a link to my poetry on the web... my songs are not up, because i have yet to record anything.. any way... here goes nothing...

I come apart at the seams, giving you what you need.
My energy beams in waves like the sun,
I won't rest until my dreams are won...
When all my schemes are done,
and I'm the number-one-white-rapper-supreme.
With all the elevated niggaz on my team.
Unrolling like a ream of paper,
the masked villian in this hip-hop caper.
Stretching your ears like a taper, cuz I'm rhyming greater.
Larger than the size of my body, I always rock the party.
Making other mc's rhymes sound shoddy,
as slick as Rick rocking Lodi Dodi.
I gotta be the dopest mc on the scene,
not concerned with making pocketfulls of green...
But smoking the green almost like a fiend,
never out of need, but for a love of the weed,
I wish I could be Johnny Hempseed.
I'm working on themaster rhymes, to pass the times,
As the feeling climbs, like smoking phat dimes.
I'll have you pressing rewind, as I infect your mind,
trying to help you find, happiness inside.
None of us should have to hide our beauty to ride,
this trip called life, happiness is our birthright.
Love is always within our sight, we can embrace it each day and night,
and use it to climb to new heights of spiritual insight.

thats all i have for now.... all original, from my brain to my hand to my pen to my pad, i present to you.... myself... peace..
Dave Id

forgot the link.....
http://www.davidmason.org/daves_writings.htm

feel free to look around the rest of the site... which is in dedication to my boy David Mason, who passed away last year... We love and miss you...

[izchan]

Welcome Dave ID ... your words are touching, strong and sober. I can feel a tad of anger within the words, like shouting for attention. Touching. Like something I would expect when I listen to smash mouth songs.

Will visit your site soon, and I hope to be able to hear your songs as well. You have any site that allows your MP3 to be downloaded?

Again ... thanks for sharing.

And here is todays contribution.

: Inner Child

Might be a light in the dark places
inside those corners of our heart
a scared childs tears hanging upon hope
praying that an adult will come and save them

The older we get
the more our child inside scare
suffocating from lack of laughther
dying from unpopular opinion

Yet it is this child
that will save our life
where the child can see a better future
a time where people are actually nice
and not just with good acting skills

oh how I wish I could let my inner child live again
so that I can laugh like tommorow does not matter
and the past becomes just a memory
where the present rules supreme
a child with candy in hand
smiles of an angel
peace of mind
freedom at last


Enjoy your days people.

[Ian the Korean]

WINTER



We have been punished with this time of year.
The Earth has gone to sleep and slowed its breath.
It is so cold, so dark, so stark, and drear,
the motionless land reminds me of death.

Then comes the spring, full of color and birth.
The day lengthens and replaces the gloom.
Renewal to plants, to the creatures of the Earth.
The light strengthens – decay gives way to bloom.

In the time of summer, changes occur,
gardens burst forth and animals will grow.
It goes by so fast as if it’s a blur,
and then towards the end, it begins to slow.

Autumn returns – memories run so deep,
time to pause, rest, reflect, and go to sleep.

Written by me :D

[lil vixen]

wow your all awesome poets very talented i enjoyed reading them
keep them up i look foward to more :)

[stttafffy]

this is a line of petry NOT written by me, someone in my enineering class at drexel. i cant remember any more than this, but it runs through my head a lot. its about a motorcycle.

'How dare you lie naked before me,
spurring my thoughts with your sweet idle,'

i dont know, it got stuck in my head for the longest time, i dont know why. once PabUK is back up ill post bot the poems i posted there here (makey da cents?) anywho, i like reading these, they are really nice.

[rm']

Altruist

"I" seems to be all that matters
When words turn around in the collective mind.
Words that never stir the soul,
Words that can never make a man whole.

"We" is the unbroken bond
That keeps the hope alive.
Hope for a future lived in unity,
Hope for something larger then "me".

[rm']

Wordsmith, wordsmith, keep
Thine words away from me, they
Move me far too much.

[Ian the Korean]

Summer Daybreak

I awoke early one summer day and stumbled outside
The cool grass was still covered in dew,
I could feel comforting breezes across my face,
Like a mother gently stroking her child.

As I walked across my yard, the sun began to rise,
It was such a beautiful sight,
Full of color and life, all things around me began to glow.
It was like the earth was waking.

At first it seemed like the treetops were caught in a fiery blaze,
Then it continued to scorch the houses and bushes,
At last I felt it strike and singe my face,
The golden rays almost too much to withstand.

They warmed my face bringing me to life,
This feeling, this glorious magnificent feeling.
The glow coursed through my veins,
Energizing me for the day to come.:)

[Bizzeh]

Song Is Also Seen As Poetry, so here's a few good ones

One Fine Day

If I had a perfect day
I would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy
Yeah

Then I'd meet up with my friends
Head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins
Now excitement seems to grow
When we're hangin' with the bro's
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now the game is cool to see
You can "High 5" on TV
Count the riot on the one two three
Operation is in sight
And the field is open wide
When you break it then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay
And you make your getaway
Then you know
That's one fine day

On that day before we're through
We could torch a car or two
Then have ourselves another tall boy
Yeah

Water hoses and batons
That's the real game that's on
I don't really give a shit who wins

I believe it's my god-given right
To destroy everything in my sight
Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old
The only thing it gets is more bold
Drinkin', fightin', going to the game
In our world it's a way to stay sane
If you're asking me
To have it my way, I'd say that's
One fine day

All I Want

Day after day your home life's a wreck
The powers that be just
Breathe down your neck
You get no respect
You get no relief
You gotta speak up
And yell out your piece
So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I'm sick of not living
To stay alive
Leave me alone
I'm not asking a lot
I just don't want to be controlled
That's all I want
All I want
How many times is it gonna take
Till someone around you hears what you say
You've tried being cool
You feel like a lie
You've played by their rules
Now it's their turn to try
So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I'm sick of not living
To stay alive
Leave me alone
I'm not asking a lot
I just don't want to be controlled
That's all I want
All I want
I said it before
I'll say it again
If you could just listen
Then it might make sense

Don't Pick It Up

I saw a little kid
As he walked around
He picked a candy bar up
Off the ground
He chowed about a half
Then his face turned blue
Turned out that candy bar was doggy-doo
Don't pick it up I say
Unless you can throw it away
Don't pick it up I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way

You're out there makin' bacon
No scrutiny
You mess around too much
And you got VD
You know you never think
And you're sore today
You're gonna take it back to California
Don't pick it up I say
Unless you can throw it away
Don't pick it up I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way

My friend was kinda hurtin'
For a girl to try
He saw one that looked like Pat
On Saturday Night Live
It had a pair of thingies
But a mustache too
Not clearly male nor female
So now what to do
Don't pick it up I say
Unless you can throw it away
Don't pick it up I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way

The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

[Ian the Korean]

Heres another one that I just made up...

I sit here reflecting on the day,
Wondering how it wasted away.:D

[izchan]

Based on Ian the Korean's words ..


: Day Dreams

As I sit here reflecting on the day,
Wondering how it wasted away
It all comes to do this
what is it that is needed
which is the proper way
how can it be meaningful

As I sit here thinking about yesterday
Wondering what happend to me
Where was that happy go lucky attitude
that part of me that I like so much
buried under tonnes of burden
hidden away from public opinion

Someday someone will come along
looking at this pathatic soul
saying it used to be different
maybe if he just tried a bit harder
he could have stayed the same
where night is as bright as day
and hope is never too far away

So I sit here idlely
wondering how the day is wasted away
Uttering words that will never be heard
Someday it will be different again


Hope this makes sense to people ... because it means so much more to me ...

[stttafffy]

i worte this for PabUK (http://www.pabuk.com/forums)'s poetry competition.

love poem not to be delivered

i do not love you, i do not know what love is.
you have to teach me.
you blush, the redness in your face stopping me
from doing what i had been thinking about doing all night.
i need to talk to you. butterflies stop me,
small ang fragile, they fly around in my belly,
preventing me from saying anything.
strong enough to withstand the fire in the whole of my
being that burns for you.

i feel ice forming between us,
thin warm ice, between two oceans.
but no matter how warm or thin, it still separates us.
how do i break through? a single word,
shared between you and i
will shatter it and force our oceans to flow together.
it will be inpossible to tell where one ends and another begins.
inseparable, forever.
this scares me too. i dont know what to do.
we will both withdraw, and the ice will get thicker,
until one of us breaks it-
but that is so hard to do.

now,
i love you.


:up:
its slightly changed, though.

[jarsonic]

The Key

Just a glance is the Key that opens my heart
Unlocks feelings of Joy and surprise
As a smile ventures through these blue portals from you
For no secret is safe in the eyes.


- Jarsonic

[izchan]

Ah, Staffy ... your words are beautiful.

I see alot more fun coming our way ...

Good to see Jarsonic again, and the words you do are truly an art by itself. Glad to see you participating again.

Nemesis, my vote is that we do one living poet society in a more regualr basis maybe get winamp to sponsor a few too ... :) ... since our people here are so talented.

Here is some thing to pass some time ...

: A simple thing

Deep inside every mans hopes
are sweet dreams of innocent souls
tunes with no flats or sharps
with angel faces in every corner
such a nice place to live

Strumming of guitar strings
and the whistles of working man
its like the old frontier again
every day a challenge by itself

Back home in the kitchens
the wives prepares the night
urshing the cookies into the oven
singing light tunes in baby dreams

What a nice place to live
living might be a little hard
but people are happy with what they do
and love is strong
and life is hard to break
my simple utopian land
a place of dreams upon dreams

[insomniac]

Sistine

Sistine, Sistine, colors so bright.
Sistine, Sistine, what a wonderful sight.
Sistine, Sistine, no signs of flaw.
Sistine, Sistine, fill my mind with awe.

[coop_cahoot]

thanks for the invite izzy

well i was a bit apprehensive about posting anything but i guess it would be selfish not to after reading all that has been posted so far. glad to share.

so here goes, more angst to come.

title: Song of you.

Settle you down close to me
Your whift drift over me
I capsize
Harrow my shallows
Scarecrows and arrows
Sacrificed
Felony of melodies
Contrary our harmony
Serenade
Symmetry our parody
Lay fallen ambiguity
Intimacy
Shattered enraptured
Incantation imperfection
Your beauty
Pretending normalcy
Incessantly your sorcery
Charm me

[izchan]

Coop,

Nice to have you on board ... always happy to have more people contribute to the thread.

Go on people ... go out and invite more people in here, the more poets the better ...

: Something Share

I don't like to be alone
when I have something to share
it is like having the secret of life
and not being able to tell anyone
Don't you just hate it when you are all alone
with the biggest news in the world
and no one that you can give it to?

It feels like bursting into a thousand pieces
when you keep it all inside
the biggest news since Newton found gravity

Just open up and give it out
let the feelings flow
make your soul soar up high and smile
share the greatest gift to everyone
tell them what you feel inside
show them what we have
the ultimate freedom to be ourselves again


Guess what I am talking about ... :)

VIVA people ...

[izchan]

One last post for the day ...
enjoy.


: The common lie

Plese don't lie to me
when you say forever
how long is forever to you
1 year or 2 years down the road

Please don't say what you don't mean to keep
when you say you love me
what is it that you hope for me to see
you love my car or was it my money

I don't think I can stand it anymore
under constant presure to give you more
everytime you set your eyes on me
I feel the heat turn up one hundred degrees

Just go away and leave me in peace
I am broken and you don't really need me
all that I have you already taken
what more do you wish of me

Please don't say that those don't mean a thing
that you only see me in your eyes
I am hurt enough already
why do you still torture me so

I once knew love without feeling pain inside
now that is but a memory long ago
so when you say forever
how long is that
is it the end of your life or the end of mine


A bit sad but hey ... can't help myself when the words come pouring.

[Ian the Korean]

Izchan is a plagarist!!!!!:p :mad: :hang: ...

and a communist!!!!!:p :mad: :hang: ...

and I'm out of things to call him already...:( :cry:


Just kidding Izchan!:D ;)




I just had one of very rare strokes of genius...This thread should be taken by someone, edited, and then we get it published and each take a share of the profits based on the number of poems we wrote!:D :up:

[izchan]

I will refrain from ian's sudden outburst ...
for it is to my understanding that man must be given a right to express what it is that is haunting in their minds.

Now that is out of the way ...


here is today's contribution

: Meanings in you

We should have known better than that
all the answers were given a long time ago
and yet me make the same mistakes again
can't we just open up and see properly
nothing is quite what it seems
having trouble getting with the meaning
what so hard about all those words
when all we just need to do was listen
all we had to do was learn
Some say that it was just another point of view
some said that it was just sounds
how many times do we need to go through these cycle
it is not some long lost language
it is the one we use everyday
it is the language of love
love life like yourself
love is all that matters
just give love and you will soar
it all comes down to this
just love between you and me


Enjoy again people ...
love you all ....

[Ian the Korean]

Sorry about that, it was just one of my pathetic attempts at a joke.

H orrible
A nimosity
T owards
E achother

[sscw46]

Name by Me

He breathes in and out
Coldness holds him close
A wave of a vague emotion
Sweeps in
He can feel it
He can't comprehend it
It hurts and softens his insides
It shakes his soul,
His ravaged soul,
Scarred by what he's done
And what has been done to him
He carries this phantom emotion
And nothing else
It's been there, always
Fueled by then and now
It never lets him forget
He takes another breath again
And lives
He lives by what he's done
He lives with the only thing he carries

"Don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are?" -- "Name" by the Goo Goo Dolls

[izchan]

Originally posted by sscw46
Name by Me

He breathes in and out
Coldness holds him close
A wave of a vague emotion
Sweeps in
He can feel it
He can't comprehend it
It hurts and softens his insides
It shakes his soul,
His ravaged soul,
Scarred by what he's done
And what has been done to him
He carries this phantom emotion
And nothing else
It's been there, always
Fueled by then and now
It never lets him forget
He takes another breath again
And lives
He lives by what he's done
He lives with the only thing he carries

"Don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are?" -- "Name" by the Goo Goo Dolls

sscw46, this is something that is quite good. It took me 4 readings before I finanlly started to understand the emotions within the words. But yet I was thrown off track by the title of the poem. Shoudn't the title be something to do with decisons of actions or choices? But none the less the poem is good. I enjoyed it tremeandously.

As for menesis, yes I will wait eagerly for the day of the posting.

Here is another something to read ...

: Beads of time

as the last second tick away
A day has passed,
marking the end of the month,
indicating a year has gone by
where a millenium is no more
yet only a portion in a blink of an eye
so many meanings in one instance of time

As time age gracefully
thus so do I
Hinging upon each seconds of it
forming my identity within these instances
Painting the monet of my life


Enjoy.

[sscw46]

Originally posted by izchan
sscw46, this is something that is quite good. It took me 4 readings before I finanlly started to understand the emotions within the words. But yet I was thrown off track by the title of the poem. Shoudn't the title be something to do with decisons of actions or choices? But none the less the poem is good. I enjoyed it tremeandously.


I can understand why you were thrown off track. You see, I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to naming my poems and stories. The song "Name" by the Goo Goo Dolls was part of the inspiration to write this, so I just named the poem after the song. You're right; I'm going to try to change the title to something that fits.

Thank you very much for your feedback! :)

[izchan]

hey sscw46, your welcomed. I was afraid that I will have offended you by my sentence, but your response was so positive that it just made my day.

I have trouble with titles too, in which I usually just pick a sentence off my poem that is has the closest meaning to my poem and use it. But sometimes the title is so obvious that I can just pick it out of the air.

Keep posting, for I really enjoy your method of writing. It takes depth to write like that, and that is talent.

We have very deversify poets on these threads, if you go through each one of them, you will find that each of them have an artistic touch that is unique and distint.

Hope you enjoy this thread as much as I do starting it.

: Shaping Destiny

I have a dream
of a place where there is no room for doubt
in a time where loving is a habit
and giving is a way of life

I have a wish
of ending all those thoughts of deception
in a venue of care for common interest
and empathy becomes the usual way

I have a hope
of building a monument of principles
in the hearts of the many
and man growing into its next phase of life


Something that you guys might enjoy.

peace.

[sscw46]

Originally posted by izchan
hey sscw46, your welcomed. I was afraid that I will have offended you by my sentence, but your response was so positive that it just made my day.
Constructive critcism never offends me. It's only responses like, "YOU SUCK" that piss me off. ;)

I have trouble with titles too, in which I usually just pick a sentence off my poem that is has the closest meaning to my poem and use it. But sometimes the title is so obvious that I can just pick it out of the air.
Good strategy! As you can see, I just "steal" the names of songs for my work. :p

Keep posting, for I really enjoy your method of writing. It takes depth to write like that, and that is talent.
Thank you! But I've only begun writing a couple months ago, and this is the first real poem that sort of poured out of me during study hall at school. I will keep it up though, as I become more used to it. If I come up with another one, I'll be sure to post it here first.

By the way, "Shaping Destiny" is truly beautiful. Did you write it?

[izchan]

All the poem that I have posted on this thread is written by me.

If I post a poem written by someone else, I will state the original writers name under the title.

Shapping Destiny is one of mine yes ... :) ... thanks ... I am happy that you enjoyed it. I usually try to post as much poems on the thread as mentally possible. I write almost constantly every day, it helps stimulates my dying braincells.

Plus it is good for my mental health.

I am glad that you are starting on with poetry, as it is a stepping stone to something bigger. Some of the best writers in the world are great poets.

Take heart, there is never a bad poem, only misunderstood words.

[lil vixen]

I did not write this but someone I know did I think alot of us can relate to it and though it should be posted.

once again the pain is there


time slips slowly
the wait is pure agony
i think of the time we had
and what it meant to me
once again the pain is there

time ive spent
waiting and longing
to hear your voice
and taste your lips
once again the pain is there

i wonder what
is to become of us
hoping for the best
dreading the worst
once again the pain is there

i sit alone
in a room of dark
listening to the sounds of you
remembering the things youve said
once again the pain is there

awake in the middle of the night
i lay here thinking of you
things to ask
things to say
once again the pain is there

i close my eyes
and picture your face
the look in your eyes
the despair in your smile
once again the pain is there

i drop to my knees
and pray to above
that i can be with you again
waiting for an answer
once again the pain is there

[sscw46]

Originally posted by izchan
Shapping Destiny is one of mine yes ... :) ... thanks ... I am happy that you enjoyed it. I usually try to post as much poems on the thread as mentally possible. I write almost constantly every day, it helps stimulates my dying braincells.

Plus it is good for my mental health.

Hehe, yes it is good for a person. :) Especially in times of anger or grief. It's sort of a release.

Take heart, there is never a bad poem, only misunderstood words.

Wow, I've never thought of it that way!

[izchan]

Vixen gal,

That poem was great. Do you think you can get your friend to join us here and start posting some more of those great poems so that we can all enjoy the words of such an artistic soul?

Oh to read it again makes me feel the age old pain that is there again.

Trully the emotions that touches the core of our being.

[lil vixen]

I can try.
He doesn't come online very much anymore.
He was really hurt by someone he met online and then later met in IRL.
Next time I talk to him I will ask him or maybe have him send me some stuff of his I can post.
:)

[izchan]

Here is something that I just cooked up from a phrase that I use so very often.

: A Common Mistake

Life is but another point of view
to say that one lived in poverty
is to say that one lives in monotomy
where day by day the same applies
no change or diversity in anything
what one will expect from the dead
death in both mind and soul
a true walking zombie

Nothing in life is ever absolute
and nothing is ever predictable
who can tell me what the future holds
when even the presents keep changing
one step to the left can take you to heaven
or take you down straight to hell
every choice is a new begining
and every begining marks a new ending
Destiny is a tune of many notes
and we the maestro of this symphony

So look to life in a different eye
see things that was never seen before
enjoy the sights of true geniuses
and learn from the trully dumb
for each has a story to tell
and a morale to grow from
in life there is never a meaningless trial
only misunderstood results which man faults


Take heart, the world is what we make of it, and not what it makes of us.

Laugh people ... smile until eternity ends.

[lil vixen]

wow very nice =]

[coop_cahoot]

enjoy the readings here, hope to get inspiration to write new stuff soon


Ungrounded
In a perfect world
By some surreal chance
We can stand together
Here, today, tonight

I can't tell apart
It be a dream or a farce
Right in the middle
Here, today, tonight

Is it the kaleidoscope
Window of possibilities
Of what might be
Here, today, tonight

At the very tip
Balancing on souls not feet
Eyes open and alive
Here, today, tonight

[izchan]

The starting of my day, nothing is going right, not even my poems ...

: Bad Hair Day

Have you ever had a day
where everything that can go wrong
will go wrong in any possible manner

Have you ever had a moment
where things should have been different
yet it was far from correct

Have you ever had a thought
that the world just hates you
and you will be better off dead

well if you are there
and you think you should not be
then just walk away
for there will always be days like that
where nothing works
and there seems to be no hope
just walk away and move on
seek the our peace inside

The choice is ours to make
whether to give in to pressure
or bounce back and fight
Try to look at it in a different light
because that is where new answers are found
and that is where things will be right


Hope this helps me move on.

[PhotoFx]

i'm..... astounded, so i'm a bit tenative about throwing this out, but... i will, it's important to me. I don't write much, but when i do i usually like what i come out with.

Portrait

I feel the anger sitting there,
Perched upon my back,
Clawing at my long-repairing heart,
And ripping out the substance
Of my tranquility.

it's my shortest, but i still like it.

more to come.

-alan

[izchan]

Welcome PhotoFx.

The poem you have is without doubt a work from the heart. I can feel the claws and heartache that comes with it. The pain is extreme, I can almost cry.

oh, don't worry about the length of the poem, it is the content, as long as the message gets across then it has serve its purpose.

Your poem came at the right time in my current situation, as I feel deeply with those words.

Definately something that I need to work on.

Here is something for you too

: Words

Words of the heart
forms answers in our eyes
lets our deepest secret open
and lifts the veil in our lives
letting in warmth of GOD's light


try and guess what this poem means .... :)

Thank you for your lovely poem. Please keep it coming.

[PhotoFx]

well, if it's religious, then i'm out, i block out most religious references, to make sure people know waht they're saying (one reason i'm so obtuse sometimes as well) but otherwise i'd say that it's about talking one's self either into or out of something. and don't get mad at me if i'm wrong. it's the common occurence.

[izchan]

The poem is saying that which
Words that are sincere allows people to see things in a more open way where they can then be able to express truthfully.

In a nut shell ... it is saying treat others in sincerity so that we can all be honest with our own feelings.

The theme of the poem was honesty.

GOD's light here means that the serenity within the heart when one is honest to themselves.

Will talk to you guys later.

Good night.

[izchan]

My contribution for the competion. People please enter now. Join the Living Poet Society ... :)

Hey nemesis, do you have custom made logo for the society? ... I would love to be an official member of it ... :)

:One more time

I just thought that if I tried
than there will still be a chance
for me to gain redemption
for all my miss chances

Lived a life of constant blur
not able to see pass these five fingers
life slipping pass my grasp
spilling onto these wooden floor
barren for all to trample on

I just want to change now please
got to find all that I have missed
the kisses and hugs and amenities
Want to know what it means to love again
to be able to laugh again please

Can I have another go at this
I just want try giving it another go
Don't want to live in the dark no more
one more chance to make my difference
one more chance to leave my mark
that one last chance to live again


As for those who are interested, you can post your competition poems here after you have entered in Nem's thread. Posting it here allows others who visit here to be able to read your brilliant work.

PhotoFx, your entry poem was very nice, do you think you can share it here as well?

[izchan]

: ALL BECAUSE YOU SMILED!
Author Unknown (Found in www.vermontteddybear.com)


Sometimes you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial...
But above the clouds there's a bright blue sky
To make your tears a smile.

As you travel along life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember that it's true to say
One smile is worth a dozen frowns!

Happiness comes at times to all,
But sadness comes unbidden...
And sometimes a few tears must fall
Among the laughter hidden.

So when your friends are feeling down
And troubles round them piled...
The world will seem a better place
And all because YOU SMILED!


Saw the poem and thought that it was a nice to read. So here you have it.

[Cleanup]

I was invited here by izchan, because of a poem of mine submitted to a different poetry thread. Here is my poem. Hope you like it! :D

Road Away

This is too much,
Others have more
Of what I need,
What I want.
The road away,
North, winding north
Away from too little,
Away from too much.

Winding north to the bridge,
High above the city below,
Which is insignificant.
They have more,
They have less
Of what I hate.

I hit the ground.

-----------------
A. Tan
-----------------

[izchan]

Thank you cleanup for the nice peace of work.
I hope to see more of your contributions and more of your little insights to life.

[izchan]

The following poem is meant for all that is going through a bad or hard time in experiences that was unexpected and devastating.

But most of all this poem is for Trista, her family and friends.

: The simple truths

Sometimes things don't turn out
the way that they should
thus we should be vigilant to see it coming

There will also be times
when we can't see the outcome
so we must learn to be brave
and accept it as it is

Then there will be some cases
when we can't hold on anymore
then be humble and ask for help
and not be alone to bare the burden

Yet most importantly
we must learn that we are human
and we live and die
by the decisions that we make
And understand that
living is nothing more than
strings of questions with simple answers
that will make or break our credence
that will make or break our lives


Take heart dear, you are never alone here.

[Trista]

Thank you, Izchan. :)

[izchan]

Sitting in front of my workstation for an entire day, looking at my screens. No able to do a single piece of work.

: Where has my senses gone

I lay here silently
unable to think
unable to move

Where has my senses gone
I can't see my eyes no more
my ears are deaf to the world

Am I alive at all?
or is my concious refusing to admit
that the body has pass over
and the mind is in denial

An entire day gone
like eternity
forever without ending
I wished this feeling will go away

oh where has my senses gone
please let me find it soon
so that I can end this struggle
and just move on


need I say more?

[zootm]

ok, for a less serious one, i will find a loving home for this haiku one day. i wrote it in reply to an angry man who sent my computing class at uni 17 copies of the same email, due to frantic multiclicking.

17 NEW EMAIL
------------
vent your frustrations
send e-mail to show this but
click send only once

*sigh*

[coop_cahoot]

yo izzy-chan

true one of the weirdest places we write is at work and also about he frustrations we face there.... inspired by bein not inspired, how ironic!

here's a piece i did at work a year ago

<Pyramids of the Souls>

thrown into by a leap of faith
a new beginning to start our end
looking for cracks to this vacuum
an empty draw of breathless air
where we belong an unknown truth
of lost beginnings and fruitlessness
drifting from one phase to another
even in end unrest and disturbed
nonchalance of our existence
we tread over printless steps
brushing past worthy castaways
arriving to our final resthouse

....................

[murmeli]

Ok... I think I'm going to play with this... Although it has been a while since I wrote anything...


I'm sitting in my bed
all alone
just thinking of you
and what could have been

I don't know what you're doing
I don't know if care anymore
Or did I ever care

Still I hope that
you'd be holding me
telling
it doesn't matter
telling
you missed me too



Ok. It's a bit crappy but I just made it up... and now I started to feel blue... :cry:
I want my honey here!

[izchan]

Thanks coop for your ever so insightful thoughts of our daily working life. We are the same kind of animals, no?

as for Murmeli, welcome to our little world of poetry in the forums, your words are simple and tells it story well, so don't knock yourself about it.

Just keep on writing, and you will find your own pattern.

Here is something that I just cooked up too ... :)

: I Fell

Has it been so long
since my last kiss on your lips
my last chance to hold you thight
the last ounce of happiness

Have it been in vain
for me to diddle all my time
in making you my center
revolving around in your universe

There is nothing I want more
than to feel your presence again
kicking my left leg when you sleep
and clutching my arm when you are afraid

I wished I could have done it differently
yet I know that I would not have
because ultimately it all comes down to
your love for me has fade

Good bye my angel
even as you leave me now
deep down inside I know
my love for you had made me fall

[izchan]

And yet another depressing poem to post.

: To survive again


And yet another day has passed
and I am twice as tired than yesterday
my breathing has come to a slow pace
blood circulation cutted from the brain

The sky has gone into shade
no light emiting from that grey skies
rain drops the size of nuts
drenching my 10 dollar tie

I though kissing the rain will do me good
I hoped that it might wash away my sighs
dreaming that sky water can save me
from me drowning from emotions inside

I wished I could start again
and avoid all those stupid mistakes
that had gotten me here
where life is slowly sucked away from me

How I wish all this will change
so that I can survive
and sail away into the horizon
seeking a new begining
with a differnt morning light


hopefully I will break out from this depression soon.

[izchan]

I wrote this on another thread, but thought that it will also be good to let you guys sample it ...

: The confusing factor

What is this obession about age
does a old man make a better lover?
or does a young girl a better doll?
Why is it so important to get the number right?
does tha single digit makes me stupid?
and the tripple digit makes you god?

It is all inside
what we are as a person
and what we do as a man
what has anything else to do with it
why even confuse ourselves with the questions

Maybe it is just the old telling the young
that if you grow older your will understand
we confuse ourselves that age makes a man wiser
even though the braincells starts dying by 20

give me one good reason
why I should love a woman 12 years younger
and not one that is 4 years older?
is the age ever a factor in life?
does it make a difference?

Just ask yourself one simple question
do you or do you not love the other
if the answer is positive
then go and live a life
if not go out and find one

The answers are in the things we share
and not the things we say we missed
just tell those that are there
what you feel inside
because you won't know
when the sun sets down
will they be a tommorow to cry for

Go on now and live some
don't ask the all these strange questions
and blunder through these journeys
just tell yourself one thing
it is better to have love and lost
than never to have loved before


so is this the secreat to love? ... to me it is ... what do you think?

[PhotoFx]

i was reading the LPSIII thread, and suddenly the fisrt couple lines of this came into my head, and i wrote them down, and the rest just sprang naturally from it... That doesn't happen to me much, so i thought i'd share it with you.

I'm not sure if it has a meaning, because i wasn't searching for one, just writing a thought. If it has a meaning to me, it's burried somewhere in my subconsious. Anyway...

PEACE

I write of peace,
but peace finds me not
amid the swirling ever-
changing pool of life.

If only time would
freeze these wrinkles
and lock unmoving
the tumultuous sea.

Then perhaps i could
examine the twists and
turns, and find the truth
laying hidden there untarnished.

But not so is time,
and truths lie there
giving hints of what may
or may not be.

And so I write of peace.

hope you all find something for yourself there.

[coop_cahoot]

just a dreamy thought i had one day

title: Pretty

... for my friend Carlo

what a beautiful soul
fluttering from petal to petal
smelling and touching
the gentle breeze against his flight
keeps him afloat and still
hovering and looking ahead

[PhotoFx]

ok, i'll throw another one in :) i wrote this a while back, but didn't want to flood you all with everyhting i've written.

FRIENDS


You hit me, and say you didn't mean it.
Laugh at me, say it's in fun.
Try and be my friend, and take me apart.

I feel each blow, each cut,
no anesthesia for this one,
all the pain's out in the open.
Find all the sinews holding me together,
cut them one by one, trying to find what's wrong,
you say.
Deeper and deeper, finding my bones,
my marrow, wondering if there's a soul
hiding at my core.
I could tell you that you won't find it that way,
but it's not worth it,
you smashed my voice long ago.

Some dark spot, some cancer,
throbbing in my heart;
Black and twisted,
gradually devouring me,
inside out.
Found what you were looking for, huh.
There's your proof, staring,
lauging at you, daring you
to kill, destroy, remove it.

Yet you hope still...
You're not going to find it that way, are you.

Crying, you leave my side,
it's too much to bear, isn't it.
The truth hurts when you look to hard.
Slowly, I heal, hands reach
connect the sepparated parts,
put me back together.
And you come back for another round.

You're not going to find it that way.

You're looking in the wrong spot.

So you cut deeper,
maybe this vein, this organ,
holds my soul.
'Cause you know how to fix souls, don't you.
Tie them back together,
a little glue, a little stiching,
a little kiss.
And you'll have saved me.

But you're not going to find it that way.
You're looking in the wrong spot.

Maybe you don't even know what you're looking for.

I've seen what you're looking for,
Other's have found it before you,
but they looked in me for it.
You'll have to look harder than that,
you're the one who misplaced it.

But you don't even know what you're looking for.

Given up, huh.
tied me back up, stiched me back together.
maybe you think you fixed the problem,
maybe you think you cleaned me up.

You can't see the blood leaking down the table,
you stopped looking for it long ago.
After all, I'm numb, isn't that right.

If it wern't for the hands,
No one could order the pieces of me,
no one could search the four corners
for my heart, my mind, my sorrow.
It's not worth the effort, is it.

So you think you found what you were looking for?
Came back to congratulate me?
congratulate yourself.
what you found will wither soon enough.
After all, you took it from me.

My soul isn't wired to my arteries.
it isn't flowing through my veins.

Want to find my soul?
Want to make it better?
Want to find me?
Want to be my friend?
Well,
Keep lauging,
Keep hitting,
Keep smiling at me, appologizing, not meaning it.

You're not going to find me looking like that.


Look in a mirror sometime...

yah, so i was bitter... and it was about the same person i love now, so... love is a funny thing, eh?

[PhotoFx]

oops, izchan, didn't see your post. But i think i'll just leave it there, i don't want to cross post :) if you'll forgive me.

[xarajodie]

Fog
thick and irridescent
blurring my vision
as I stumble into my bed
and tangled in clothes and blankets
and tears
I stare vacantly at the plastered ceiling
white and bland
the color of my expression
and the thoughts race through my head
trying to beat each other to my consciousness
attacking my brain
with monotony
of yellow-white thoughts
causing yellow-white expressions
to yellow-white ceilings
and yellow-white smiles
and the ambiguity finally
brings my eyes to droop
and I sleep the restless sleep
of one who is eternally restless.

;)

[PhotoFx]

welcome :) nice to have you on board

[izchan]

And welcome XaraJodie ... thanks you for coming on to Winamp Forum and thanks for giving is the honour of your first post.

It is a strong emotional poem <FOG> I am having a hard time comprehending it, but yet it has such a strong feel to it, like a poem struggling to define itself, a sense of lost or misled directions ...

Did I get it wrong? was I even close?

PhotoFx, no issue, your poem is well rather long .. :) ... but well written. It is a nice way of writing, like talking to oneself, and narrating the whole story for only one audiance.
Plus you have just written a big portion of my teen life in that poem, for I am the one that bled and no one bothered to look anymore. It made me change, and became a different person by the end of the ordeal but I will like to think a change for the better.

And Coop ... well ... another nice line of thougths from your ever insightfull view of life. :) ... happy to see you posting more these days.

Here is something that you guys can read ...

: Failing heart

Ever so slow
I see the chances passing me by
leaving a trail of regrets
and those that cannot be difined

Ever so barren
my thoughts on daily life
the incursions upon my soul
by the sea of sincere lies

Ever so sad
to see the broken man
moving from one pain to another
never breaking that cycle

Ever so far
the place that we all yearn
a sanctuary for the walking dead
to be left to die and be forgotten


This is a poem of a lost of faith, of regrets, of betrayal and of a broken heart caused by a meer sentence of 'I don't think this will work anymore, I am sorry'

[Ian the Korean]

I finally found an upside for today! My girlfriend broke up with me because her ex came back a few days ago and she hadn't gotten over him.:( At least I have some new inspiration even if it is depressing.

Oh yeah I thought the people on this thread might be interested in this contest:Lyric Contest (http://www.usaweekend.com/02_issues/020127/020127contest.html)

[izchan]

Inspired from the story of Ian again ...
hope you don't mind Ian.

Note: Emily is a girl that I once had a crush on when I was very young.

: Emily


There are hidden everywhere
these little insights of life
Sometimes it hurts us most
when we least expect it to be so
So she found her love again
the problem was it wasn't me

I am in pain now
thinking about the things that I never did
never told her that she meant so much to me
but because I was so out of touch
I never saw it coming
and it hit me squarely in the face

I might look like I could stand it
and the pain will eventually go away
yet I still hope that I could tell you
how much more I wish I could be
the man that was beside you
and not the one that will never be notice
I hope you find the one that you should have
and not the one that you never did
for your happiness is all that matters
not these tears on my cheeks
I love you emily
good bye to you from me

[Ian the Korean]

Wow, that was a really touching poem. It made me feel a little better.:)

[izchan]

Your welcomed Ian, it is nice to know my poem helped.

[PhotoFx]

well, while not the story of my entire teenagehood (as it's not over yet) it was the story of a couple months of my life. It wasn't fun.

i have a hard time reading the thing sometimes, it's just.... it's just really bitter, and i don't like remembering it.

I like yours by the way :), though i'm glad i've never experianced anything like it.

-Alan

[izchan]

Hey Fx which one did you read?
I wrote like several posts before.

here is today's last post.
Will be missing in action for the next 4 days.
Keep the poems coming in.

: Another view to life

It is what you want to see
that makes you what you are
the hurt that hurts so much
comes from you and not from others

The angels try to teach
and you ignore it without hesitation
even when the truth is staring into your eye
nothing ever registers because you choose not to
The words meaning nothing to you
and you kept asking why

When will all this end
where will it all lead to
maybe nowhere
or maybe just too far away to see
I don't know
and I don't have the answers
you will have to bare with it
and go on living

If your life becomes too much pain
You either change and start from the begining
or stay the same and pray for an ending
either way life goes on
and the angels will still sing
listen or not
all yours to decide
at the very end
we are just star dusts
waiting for our chance to do it all again
And maybe do it right this time in


Good night people.

[PhotoFx]

you guys can call me Alan if you want, but otherwhise whatever..

i'm not sure which i was talking about, i think it was Emily. yeah, it was.

[xarajodie]

Fog was written in a time when I was very confused about life in general and just didn't know the first step to take in dealing with it - I felt like my thoughts were racing so fast they were attacking me, and everything was so overwhelming. That's what it was inspired from. It was written in last November, I believe?
Here's another

One More

Hey man,
gimme just a one more drink
said the sorrow filled consumer to his
money-grubbing bartender
and the yellow liquid sloshed out
of the mug as it slid across the
oak bar
tequila bleeding onto the floor, feeding
its own anger
as the man slurps just one
more
one more
one more drop
and turns to the lady next to him
to ask for one more try
just one more try, oh please!
Her cold eyes turn upon him fiercely
her heart having faded from his gaze
but turning away they brim and storm
the saltwater falling away
Broken-hearted she shifts a five
to the lonely blues singer,
Play a good one, will ya? Play one for
the good old days...
and the music flows from her fingers
her mouth
pouring as molasses to the saddened
tired eyes and ears
of all in attendance.
She smiles briefly to each clink in her hat
but silently thinking the good old days
were never good
and tomorrow ain't got no promise neither.
Taking her break to make small chit chat
with the money grubber she is told in her exhaustion
with everything in life
Just one more set, please, oh just ONE more set
to keep these folks alive and buying...
and glaringly heads back, as the bartender slides
into the back room with his needles and dependence
to shoot up
Just one more time, just once more, and then I'll quit
I SWEAR
he mutters to himself
and slips back out to serve the sorrow filled man
at the bar who finished his sorrow filled tequila
Just one more, man, for the road, oh please...
Just one more...

[coop_cahoot]

Hey gang.... Here's one for the road.


************************************
<you make me feel>

I run my hand against linen
smoothing it against skin
I feel in this moment, sensual
my breath draws deep, languid
movement slows, I appreciate
this moment, I feel sensual

************************************

as u can see i'm in one of them moods again. :P

[PhotoFx]

wow, i like all three on this page.

xara, you really do strike deep. And i remember that one :).

And here's another of mine, it's one that i wrote to ask a girl both out and to prom, and it worked (not like there was much doubt :)(i don't play bad chances)), and i saw her again tonight, and didn't want to leave, so this is for me to remebmer her.

Sonnet, iambic pentamter, abab,cdcd,efe,geg.

When sleepy gray meets newly opened eyes
And veils tear and fall from untamed thought,
Then noble hearts are shown and stripped from lies
And bridges strong from bridges weak are bought.
How claustrophobic skies I beckon 'round
To give myself a space in which to breathe
Catch such unlucky fowl within the sound
That echoes round my cautious failing creed
I do not know, but move with them in mind,
For often times they reach behind a phrase
To tie and mend and brittle strands unwind.
Her heart is kind, but what she finds in me
I do not know. I only see in her the mind,
The kindness, love and strength I want to be.

ah how i love the girl :)

[Ian the Korean]

Heart Break

Love is what I was in
I longed for so much more
Will I ever see her again
Now that she's shut the door

You said that we should be friends
but that was total bull
I've been played yet again
like some sort of fool

I can face the day no longer
No reason left to live
My heart had fallen for her
Now I've no compassion left to give

Now that it's over I realize
That it was just a waste
Burning tears from my eyes
have left a bitter taste



This is the saddest poem I have written, but poetry is a good, healthy way to let out your emotions.

[xarajodie]

This is one I wrote probably close to 6 years ago! It never had a title then, and I wouldn't know what to name it now.


I stare across the
cold expanses of my dreams
to you
this candle seems like phony ambiance
the flame flickers under hot breath
only anxious nervousness
no passion lingers here
'cept maybe for me
inside yearning for a hand to hold
wanting to candles red glow to turn real
to fill this sore hole inside with laughter
the tablecloth rubs my legs as i glance at you
but you're not even really there in sense
i feel you there
feel truth
long to reach out and hold your hand
for you to guide my pained heart
for my face to remember
how to smile

[PhotoFx]

it's a good thing, huh :) i'm sure i would have gone insane by now if i wasn't able to rant in words. Though sometimes i'm not sure if it actually makes me feel better, but it does at least probably get out the tension.

just saw the new one :) man, if i'd been able to write like that then... what i could do now...

[xarajodie]

snow lightly drifts in from afar
whispering to the evergreens
their white parka is coming.
swirling quietly in the hovering clouds
tied in the tension in the air
then, gradually, alleviating such stress
from the sky
to the ground
crying white tears
cheering white cheers
with white words gently drifting their
silent exclamations
to the heaving ground.
It sighs with relief at the first flake's landing
feeling the moisture seek throgh
singing it a lullabye
as the forest sinks into hibernation
a mere week before the onset of spring.
Fall, ice princesses,
in your silent reverie
send us to our peaceful wonderland
in pure beauty
one more time.

[murmeli]

Here's another one of mine... :)


I’m not willing to believe

Stars above our head
Tell the story
That I’m not willing to believe

The dark night whispers in my ear
Tells the story
That I’m not willing to believe

Your eyes look into my soul
Telling the story
That I’m not willing to believe

The world keeps moving on
Telling that life goes on
But I’m not willing to believe

[Facticity]

My "bitterest" poem. It's old and a little raw, but the girl hurt me badly:

A Cold Farewell

Underline me with your feelings of hope lost and desire harnessed
Highlight the fears that make you beg for control and die of envy
Crossing the street, cheap perfume and ashes in your wake
You take the time to look both ways as you're hammered from above

And on your knees, you look to him to bring sense into your life
But he only drains all courage from your soul
Spits as you swallow, looks down at you and gently sneers

Lost, you find me wasting away and ask for my shoulder, my ear
Anything to share in the shame festering inside of you

But darling, don't you know that demons cannot be pawned off to the lowest bidder?
They are yours to keep, to cherish, and as you reach out, drowning,
I calmly smile and walk away...

[sscw46]

Under the Rug

Do you remember like I do?
Sitting in that chair
Together
We were together
Breathing in unison
Our minds: one likeness
Contented hearts -
But only mine; not yours
I saw it, clear as ever
That day
Your heavy luggage left scratches on the floor
They're still there
An obscure reminder under the patterned rug
The covering hides the scars
But they do not disappear

Do you remember?
Because I do.

[Ian the Korean]

Here's one that came to me right before I fell asleep last night.

Moving On

My pain is causing my anger to rise
Like the tumultous waves of the sea.
On the cold floor my heart is where my heart lies,
Because of the things youve done to me.

My grief and sadness are all that have been left by you.
Youve taken all of my gladness and joy.
Your felling towards me seemed genuine and true,
But you used me and threw me away like a broken toy.

Why do you do these things that cause such agony.
Youve hurt everyone that you have been near.
I cant understand why this makes you happy,
You are the only one that I had held dear.

I hope you will find someone that can meet your goal.
Now I must move on to someone who can forgive,
One that can complete me in body and soul.
I must go forward and continue the life I will live.

[coop_cahoot]

Ian that was beautiful! sigh

[Trista]

I have a problem,
And it tears gently at my being.
It seems comforting and safe.
It makes me want it to stay.

I have a disease,
And it is the kind that makes one heart-sick.
It is a desire and a need.
It makes me long for what I can not have.

I have an addiction,
And he has a name.
He is my best friend and my challenger.
He makes me strive for a better life.

I have a problem,
And he tears gently at my being.
He seems comforting and safe.
He makes me want him to stay.

[PhotoFx]

wow, i was really really impressed wiht your old one facility. That'll take a couple more reads to comprehend fully, but it still hit the first time through.

And, another contribution:

INCOMPLETE

Every love I've found has
found me incomplete.

And every love has left
it's own wound in my
slowly fading heart.

So I will build a wall
so strong and so high
that not the most resolute of
loves can find it's way to me.

History shall be the gatekeeper,
and Trust shall be the escort,
so that those journeying
will have safe passage,
and a roof over their heads
at the end of the road.

And those unwelcome shall
find the passage barred,
and the road broken.

And none shall struggle to
find and mend the incomplete.

after a breakup. I figured it wouldn't happen, but it's how i felt. And, it didn't, fortunately. I just kidna like the image though.

[blaugh]

roses are read
violets are blue
im a schizophrenic
and so am i

[MrMagick]

I am a spead reader and it took me awhile to read all those poems. I am very pleased there are so many talented people on this board. Here is a poem I have read, I cannot remember the author:

There the eye goes not,
Speach goes not, nor the mind.
We know not, we understand not
How one would teech it.

When I read this poem, it opened so many thought patterns and I instantly had it memorized. I hope it will shed some light into your brains as well.

[xarajodie]

I wrote this one a couple of days ago - very recently.

Your Eyes

The world melts
and dissolves around me
with the penetrating
soul contorting
gaze
of your deep
dark and intense brown eyes,
almost black with intensity.

How they shake my soul
my heart
and how my knees grow weak
and my mind grows fearful
in this one moment
this one eternity
as we gaze
unblinking
into our souls.

[izchan]

Thank you Xarajodie, Alan (aka PhotoFx), Coop, Ian, Murmeli, Facticity, sscw46 and trista for keeping the thread so interesting during my leave of absence.

Your poems are incredible, and Xara your poems are ever so interesting to read, though LONG, but interesting.

I will like to welcome Blaugh for his classical interpretation of the roses and violets. And thanks for MrMagic with his contribution of 'mind'

Xara for your unnamed poem maybe you can use this title
<Reaching for a candle's light>, the poem is beutifully written and I felt the pain deep inside. Thank you.

Facticity <a cold farewell> is one of the most bitter poem I have read. The realism in those words stings the very core of any broken hearted. Well done.

And trista's <I have a problem>, what more can I say, she has a touched a true poet. Good work.

sscw46, my favourite panda, <under the rug>, could not have said it any better about the pain and scar of relationships. In which I have my own rug that covers my old scars of war.

For Ian, I sincerely hope that <Moving On> did you some good, just pick up the pieces friend, and keep on going.

Alan's <Incomplete> is insightful and true. But there is no need to dwell in it my friend, no one is perfect and all of us have an incompleteness in us, that is why we fall in love, so that we can BE COMPLETE. No?

Lastly, Murmeli's poem <I'm not willing to believe> struck a cord in me so strong that I will like to express my feelings of it in my contribution for today. Well written my friend.

This is todays first contribution ...

: a memory, an end

Have you ever loved a memory
one that you know is but a dream
which is now so far away
it seems like eternity

Have you ever wished it was different
that one time you hear me say 'I love you'
without you ever feeling lost and run away?

I have had you in my heart for ages
and for ages it has ache
Yet now I must accept the simple truth
it has to end
this dream of you
for it is nothing more than
castles in the air
Your love, to me will not come true


I hope you enjoy it.

[Ian the Korean]

Good to see your back, izchan.

Heres anotherone of mine, just made it today:

Unanswered

I toss and turn in my sleep,
into my dreams the darkness creeps.
It eats at my soul, relentlessly devouring,
I just continue to hide, scared and cowering.
The cold and the fear are all I can feel,
I am lost in this world where nothing is real.
This evil is powerful, it is overtaking me,
No matter where I run, it won't let me be.
All hope of escape has now been forever lost
I will flee from it always, but at what cost?
I dread each waking moment that I exist
If I were to die would I even be missed?
Answers to these questions, I will never know,
Because six feet above me a cold wind now blows.


Izchan, thank you very much for the kind words.:)

[blaugh]

ok ok, glad no one got mad about my roses and violets joke...now here's a couple serious poems i've had stored on my hdd for a while:

<life>

life comes to us in stages...
but while one of us is down, another is up...

remember that...
when you're heart is broken over a lost love, or
you are sad over the loss of a loved one

someone else...
is finding love for the first time, or
is finding joy in the birth of a new child

remember when you're up, that someone is down
remember how it felt, and how it would have felt
to have someone help you up again...

*1999



this is a sappy love poem i wrote about an ex-girlfriend in college:

as tears roll in darkness
life lays, dusty, on the shelf
beside useless books, paper

depression and poor grades were the least
she saved me from myself
pity, all that remains is but a vapor

*1997


last but my favorite...

<scorn>

when lights go off in here
the sun comes up out there

and unto earth the dawn is reborn
like breathing souls coming to and fro
the lifeless cry of death and scorn
follows after like the faithful

*2000

thanks everyone for you inspirational poems...i haven't written in a couple years, but i think i may just pick up a berol black beauty and take it up again...

[izchan]

nicely written blaugh. No worries about the poems. as I said in my ealier postings, there is no such thing as bad boems, only misunderstood words.

<Scorn> is the best of the lot, definately.

It is good to hear that you will be participating in our little journey of the poets. Will await for more of your works.

Again welcome to Another Artistic Thread - Poems

Here is somethingelse to read ... enjoy.

: The old ways

There will always be times of turbulance
times when we question to the core of our life
seeking answers for unknown questions
and meanings which don't exist
in which the world keeps twirling by

Sometimes when we are sad and confused
the very thing that we take for granted
are the one thing that will save us
from the grieve and the pain from inside

Sometimes it is the old things that makes us safe
able to find all the right answers in places
Where we know that roses are red
and violets are always blue

[xarajodie]

Izchan, thanks for the kind words. And these poems may seem long, but my personal favorite work is a poem that's extremely long. :) So worry not, I will not post it here. Too long. Also . . . "a memory" was beautiful . . . gorgeous, and something I can personally relate to.

Blaugh - the poem you wrote about your ex-girlfriend in college was very poignant. It really really stood out to me, and grabbed at me. I really liked it. So short, so concise, so intelligent.

So, I've been a writer for as long as I can remember - poems, short stories, you name it. As some points in my life I can just write about anything. In fact, I can write about anything, butit doesn't mean anything to me anymore. Recently - the past year or so - I've been inspired, and written something down, looked at it and hated it. I don't know how to get my true inspiration back, and to say what I really want to say anymore. It used to be so effortless, and it's not anymore . . . does anyone have any advice? Of all the things I do, writing is probably the dearest to me, and is something I will always always do, so I'd like to be able to express myself in poetry, again. I feel like everything I write now is just unsatisfactory and doesn't convey the ideas that I want. Thoughts? :confused:

[PhotoFx]

no comment, you can all decide what this means.
I know, but it's not relevant, and it ought to be general.
Song of Searching

There sailed a proud and snow-white ship
set forth from harbour long ago;
Her captain's eyes were piercing, cold,
but all his vessels brought him home.

She'd journeyed far from safer waters
known and into empty cloudless
skies where all the stars were strange;
But all her crew cried "Take Me Home."

There searching for a priceless thing,
that tears nor gold nor fame could buy;
A prize that safe her captain make
But not a gift to take men home.

She'd brought them under guiding hands
to rest where fableled lay beneath
the waves the treasure burried deep
But all her crew cried "Take Me Home."

There sitting calm at night she sat,
And sleeping lay her sleepless crew;
The pacing captain watched for dawn
to come so he could take them home.

But waiting for the tardy day
to come the Earth began to breathe,
And keep from them what none from life
or death by searching hope to keep.

And watched the captain grim and sad
as winds began to rip and rend
the tearing sails and cracking masts,
But all her crew cried "Take Me Home."
Her drowning crew cried "Take Me Home."

But now the silent captain couldn't ever take them home.

[sscw46]

Originally posted by izchan
sscw46, my favourite panda, <under the rug>, could not have said it any better about the pain and scar of relationships. In which I have my own rug that covers my old scars of war.

Thank you. ;)

[Ian the Korean]

That was a great poem PhotoFx, I really enjoyed reading it.:) xarajodie,I'm sure you've heard tis before, but you should probably give poetry a break for a while and work on something else. This has always worked for me. At least wait until you've got some good inspiration though, if your not pleased with your current work. Or you could just post it and let us decide the quality of it.:)

[izchan]

To Xara,

Some people call it a writer's block, some call it an empty well.

I personally call it a sudden lost of ability to dream.

Now there are a lot of reasons that which causes that a person to loose that ability to dream, but the most frequent reason of all is that when one has lost all the urge to seek new dreams.

When we are young, our hearts are open to everything in our life, everything is new and chanlleging. Dreams form easily from what we see and hear.

When we grow older we start to feel less and less of the world, and more and more of ourselves. Thus the dreams starts to shrink and disappear.

Look at the majority of our poems in this thread alone and you will find that most of us, including me, addresses issues that is within us alone and seldom of things outside.

When we are only tunneling into ourselves for dreams, we run out of it very fast, because as an individual we are limited in our needs and feelings. Of course there are exceptions, but in a general whole, every one person can and will have only so much of dreams when all they can think about is for themselves.

Now try to think about others, whether people or places. Think of the gentle wind that passes the oak tress or the old man that mends shoes around the cornere, try and feel what they feel and see what they see in the corner and you will suddenly be opened to a whole new world of possibilities, because you are no longer limited with your own vision of life but accompasses all the other beings in it.

If I had one advice that I will give a person that is lost that ability to dream , that will be 'Just Start Dreaming Again'

: Just Dream Again

In the dark we cry
because we can't see
the paths are lost
and the end is not seen.

Some say that dreams are gone before it starts
that people just live by value set by others
where laughther is kept in a tomb of stone
hope but a faint distant memory

What I say is just dream again
for in dreams we will find a way
to roads that will lead us to something different
a destination that will give us a chance
to be someone better and make that change

Don't worry if you don't get it fast
for dreams comes slowly at first
but come it will always
just open your heart and start to feel
capture the possibilities
so that it becomes something real
and you will find yourself again
inside the dreams of lives around you


Hope that this helps you.

[izchan]

Alan,

that poem is VERY GOOD!!!!

well done, wished that was the one that was posted in LPSIII, then I will have voted for you.

GOOD WORK.

And for Sscw46, you are welcomed. Your talent shines through even in the thickest clouds.

Keep it coming people.

[PhotoFx]

well, personally, i still like the one i posted more, and i just wrote it tonight, so it was both not an option and the wrong one for me. :) you go ahead and like it though, that doesn't bother me.

I'm never sure why i sometimes write in verse, and sometimes not. I think that the verse often forces things to be said in ways longer than they could be (like that sentance right there), and i really like poems that say a lot without saying a lot. for my mind's ear, Power = Meaning/Length.

which is why i try and use very direct language in my stuff mostly. I like to hit peopel over the head wiht whatever it is i'm writing about.

hey, someone called me alan!

[blaugh]

thanks for the kind words...ill post a couple more later :)

this thread rocks

[izchan]

Originally posted by PhotoFx
Power = Meaning/Length.
hey, someone called me alan!

Fist of all, I agree with the equation.
Second, you can call me Isaac if you wish,
IZ-CHAN => Isaac Chan

As for liking your poem, I like your original post too, but I liked Athenes poem better so I voted for her instead.

It was a tough decision to make.

Blaugh, you are welcomed, thanks for the kind words as well, we all here contribute to make this thread such a great place to be. The Talents gathered here are those that makes life worth living.

Keep it coming people.

[PhotoFx]

i'll try and remember to do that, isaac, as long as you odn't mind all lower case, i do it with everything.

And, i find it amusing that the one that won you over mind was one that i didn't even choose between :). No offense taken of course, but i like mine the best of all of them, but just didn't think it was fair to vote for it.

[izchan]

Alan,

isaac will be just fine. I am not that picky.

As for my personal likes in poems are those that reflects things in life around us and not specifically within us.

Not that I don't enjoy poems about personal feelings, which I write a lot about, but I tend to enjoy any poem that goes for the outside factor. When people write about the world and yet be able to reflect it back into our lives, that is kind of important to me.

In most of the decisions I do, I tend to try to get a overall view of it in all the possible angles available to me. I will then be able to make a better educated decision in whatever that I wish to do or comment on.

<Hopefull Speculations> allows me to feel the feelings that I have when I am in a relationship of troubles. Which is very touching and articulate. I love it.

But with Athenes <For hope to heal sadness>, I feel the pain of the third party and not of the authors personal feeling. That is what I like about it. With her simple verse, she told a story of another and her reaction to it. And that is what I enjoy. A good story.

With that said, people perference to things are often the deciding factor in where our money goes. So Alan, my comments are only valid for me and me alone, there are plenty out there who will disgree with me on my words.

Your poems are still one of the best on this thread and in most of the other poems I have read in books or articles. I enjoy reading it because it gives me a better understanding to the person that writes it.

Keep it coming people.

The poets journey only ends when the world is no more.

[PhotoFx]

isaac, i guess what i'm shooting for is that what i write will be universal, but that it comes out of personal feelings or events that i've gone through. I just try and make it general sometimes in the hopes that people can relate to some of it and maybe feel better.

almost everything i've written comes out of a personal experiance, which is why i don't write about Bridges, or Flowers, or other things, unless somehow it struck me and affected me personally. the reason i post is to let people know me better, to hope for some universality in what i'm feeling, so i'm not alone, and and ego boost when people like what i've written :p lists are fun!

so, i guess we have a fundamenta difference in approach, though not in end. and, of course, the End is what counts, in the End. :)

[izchan]

I have only this to say Alan.

: Journey of poets

And so a beautiful friendship begins
with words that comes from the heart
and a destination that we all share
a journey of poets
a journey of understanding


can you guys hear the background music? I think it is a Yanni ... :)



Long live the ability to dream ... :)

[PhotoFx]

I hate yanni almost as much as i hate kenny g :)

[xarajodie]

izchan - thank you very much for your kind words. Your advice was very applicable, and your assumptions were true. There's been a lot on my mind, making me turn inward, ignoring much of that around me. I've had a lot to sort out, I suppose, and I tried to do that through the normal route - writing. But sometimes thoughts get tangled into each other and there is just very little way to separate them into logical sentences, as I used to be able to.

Ian - I have been on a drought, for quite a while, I suppose. Every now and then, churning out something minor, but very rarely.

Thanks for your help. Maybe I'll spend a day reteaching myself, counseling myself.

Here's a poem I wrote 2 years ago:

FEEL MIRACLE, CRY

She was born a miracle into this world.
She was born to see what no other could.
Born to live as previously thought impossible
But she did not know her miraculous quality.
Within her true sight, she felt only pain.
Out cast from her pained conception
She brought the poison to her life.
But as she raised the potion to her lips
Another miracle was born within her
A light that although it had always existed,
had remained dormant for her duration.
But, now, finally, she felt its heat
its purity.
And the light seeped up through her soul
to pour down her cheeks in utter truth.

(My best friend and I picked random words out of a magnetic poetry kit, made it a title, and gave ourselves individual assignments to write the poem to fit the title, and this is one of the things I came up with.)

[izchan]

Alan,
you have to provide proper reasons why you dislike Yanni, I can understand Kenny G, but Yanni? His not that bad.

Plus I am glad more people are participating in this thread.

Hope you don't mind Xara, but your magnetic title sounds very interesting, here is my try at doing it.

: Feel Miracle, Cry (Izchan Version)

Have you seen a miracle
as miracolous as time
Can you feel its pain
Can you hear its cry
As it beats onwards
moving towards an imaginery line
forever chasing a mirage
untill eternity dies


The whole poem is talking about time and how it keeps going on without stopping.

It is a bit short, but that's all I can come out for now.

don't worry Xara, all you need to do is relax and enjoy life, inspiration comes to those who lives in them.

[PhotoFx]

no, sorry isacc, i can't provide any good reasons :), as i've avoided him for years... listened to him when i was little, so i assume there's a decent reason why i stopped.

I just generally shy away from "easy lsitening" as i generally find it boring. As for kenny g, have you ever read the article by pat metheny about him? :) it's highly entertaining. if anyone's curious, i'll post it somewhere.

[xarajodie]

izchan - I hope you don't mind that I emailed that to my friend :) That's a good poem, I really like it's universal quality.

And yeah, I'm relaxing more and more as time goes on *crosses fingers*

Love, Ruth

[izchan]

Sure ruth, I don't mind. Better yet, get your friend on this thread so that we have yet another companion in this poetic discovery.

Alan, could you post the article, I am curios what he said about kenny G. :)

thanks.

[PhotoFx]

ruth, it's just time. What's waiting if you come out with something beautiful. I know i had to sit there and ponder what in the heck i was doing when i was writing the Searching Song, i had to think, try and find alternate words, alternate phrases when the ones i wanted wouldn't fit. It's just rethinking... maybe that's why my meter comes out well soemtimes, with free, you can write thoughts, and don't have to rewrite them, because they say what you wanted, even if there was a "better" way (not really, cause it's all relative and opinion) to say the same thing.... I suppose i do all my editing on the fly, and i rarely touch them after i'm done.

just a thought for some help. but, the basis is always an idea, and if you can, it's nice to let it stew in your head before writing anything down, or else you get everything out in 2 lines and don't have anything left to expand on.

It's just time.

This applies to everyone too, especially me... i've tried to force things, and i just havn't liked them, took me much longer to rework them into something i liked.

-Alan


i'm gonna start a new thread for the article, cause it's pretty long

[wildsegolily]

hello- I'm new to this "forum" thing... anyone care to explain what it's all about?

this was my version of "Feel Miracle Cry" written on Groundhog Day 2000.

Feel Miracle Cry

I am alive- living-
feeling- a miracle
to say the least.
I feel the surges
of emotion--
of hate
of love
of deception
and anger
coursing through
my thick veins
filled with blood
with the tears
of my soul
the miracle
of life
that is truly
the mess of
wires that
catches up my
soul in a web-
it squeezes around
my being
and causes this
miracle to burst
and makes
the world rain
one more time
shattering
earthquakes
of pain
and death
and laughter
i feel it all
and cry
my soul cries
for this miracle
that isn't a miracle
of life
but a curse
that i feel
weighing me down
more
crushing
until i explode
-i cry-
i feel
this miracle
and cry.

My poetry is always evolving, so I have a different style now than I did even a couple months ago... I suppose something in it must always express 'me' in some form or another, though.

[PhotoFx]

talking and discussing for others to see. :) that's the forum thing.

welcome.

[izchan]

Welcome wildsegolily to our poetry thread.

there is only one thing that I can say

:eek: WOW ....

That poem was intense. I had to stop my winamp from playing to get the full poem in or I would have burst my veins trying to do both at the same time.

what's this thread is about?

well its simple. Its about poetry.

everyone comes in to read or contribute.

We share our works and we share our thoughts.

But most of all we come here to enjoy the beauty.

I started the thread as a way of contributing to the forums. I did not know any subject that was interesting other than books and poetry. So I chosed poetry.

Here we gather to give people what we see in life and in ourselves.

I hope that I will be seeing more of your evlution with us, as we too are growing to become someone better than we were.

Again. Welcome to this journey of the poets.

I will like to thank Ruth for bringing you here.

It is an honour to know so many talents.

[Ian the Korean]

Welcome, that is an awesome poem, wildsegosily!:D Keep posting here we are always glad to have more poems and ideas flowing in.:)

Sand

Tiny bits of glass
That I'm walking past.
Will you cut my feet,
Or burn me with your heat?
It has such beauty for one so small,
Seen by the sea with the call of a gull.
But all of it will wash away,
By the coming of the new day.

[xarajodie]

The billowy crimson silk brushes past
Pulsating rhythmic hips reside beneath it
A skirt ballooning with the air rushing past
That of her languid art.
She churns not for the applause or living
She churns for the love.
The bloody bell she produces siwrls graciously
As firelight leaps around her motions
The thumping voices carry through the blackened trees
To my bittered cage in the blackness.
My silks are merely dark tattered cheesecloth
Stained in my blood and that of many once-beating hearts.
I wear a death shroud across my shoulders
And an iron across my heart.
I hear the music through my barriers and recognize its value
And yet hold my head high to its freedom and purity.
I cannot appreciate the rhythm which pulses
as I cannot stop my bloody rampage.
I see my life three feet behind me and none ahead,
too engrossed in my own prison.
The temptation of freedom wafts to me through the dense growth
But I have too long been left unattended
And thus turn away once more to the death-encrusted floor
To rub my nose through the ashes again
And drink the ever-running crimson blood.

I wrote this one about 2.5 years ago . . . looking back, it's hard to believe some of the things I wrote! Crazy.

[PhotoFx]

and, the other thing in verse i wrote. I was bitter. And some of you konw what it's about.

THE HYDRA

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Each of it's heads talking loudly and slow;
Arguing non-stop each mouth contradicting the
Other and finding no straight way to go.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Tramp'ling the villagers found in its way;
Calling for sacrifice, worship and blood-letting,
Forcing the people to hide, run, or pray.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Deaf, dumb and blind to the emptying town;
Then came the day when he noticed that no one was
Coming to feed him or bow to his crown.

Heavily walking the Hydra moved slowly on,
Each of it's heads talking loudly and slow;
Famished from hunger yet still proudly wobbling
Forward, but finding no straight way to go.

heh, it happened in high school, incidentally.

[izchan]

Xara, I am lost.

Could you explain to me what it is that your poem is trying to say?
Forgive me for my ignorance. :(

Will be posting later today.

Am now in a middle of rushing my work.

thanks.

[wildsegolily]

well thank you for the welcome... this is absolutely terrific. I love being surrounded by creative souls :)

I truly enjoyed Sand, Ian... I'm inspired to write something new... perhaps I will post it later.

xara - crimson imagery never fails to capture me

:D

here's another poem, written a couple months ago:

NIGHT OF THE LION
the roar of passion
from the fields
erupts my heart to flames
a heat in the night
the moment is right
now it's the lion she tames

a struggle of strength
in the fields
tugs me to the source
then a falling of trees
she's down on her knees
she follows her deadly course

a hungry approach
through the fields
speeds my worried heart
he charges the night
she cowers in fright
she clutches her aching heart

suddenly stopping
in the fields
my heart begins to slow
he gives her a look
she's off the hook
then she turns around to go

suddenly charging
through the fields
now I'm the thing that he hunts
he gives me a glare
in wonder I stare
it's me he truly wants

the roar of passion
in these fields
erupts my heart to flames
the fear of the night
I want to take flight
it's me the lion tames

[xarajodie]

Originally posted by izchan
Xara, I am lost.

Could you explain to me what it is that your poem is trying to say?
Forgive me for my ignorance. :(


No problem. :) This poem was written in a time of deep personal pain and reflection for me. I saw a picture of a girl dancing in a deep crimson dress, with a bilowy skirt. And it occurred that there really is so much beauty in this world, but that I was so wrapped up in my pain (self-inflicted prison of pain) and myself that I could hear the beautiful music but that it wouldn't be beautiful to me, because I wasn't truly appreciating anything. So the poem was me telling myself that I was digging myself into a hole, basically, that I was making things worse for myself. :) That help?

[izchan]

Xara, that helps alot.
Now I see, though the last sentence caught me off guard.
Why drinking the ever flowing crimson blood?
Rubbing the nose in ashes means dwelling in it,
but what does the blood mean? Life?

Here is something ...

: Reasons

if I had walked away now
I will still have my old life
if it was not so important
I would not have let me die

If I only knew what the signs were
I would not have walk ahead
avoiding all the obstacles
that which burns me instead

I can only say this
I would have done the same
whether today or tommorow
I would still have given my hand
to help you in any way
Even if it would be my last
for it is the only reason
that I am alive today

It is a bit messy, hope that my next poem will be better.

[PhotoFx]

gah, wierd night, i can't verbalize what's happening in my head. maybe it'll come out later, or some other day. Good work y'all.

-Alan

[wildsegolily]

the Hydra poem- very intriguing. It actually made me wonder if anyone has ever read Plato's Republic, and the comparison of the three parts of the human soul to man, lion, and hydra. It seems the image and function of the hydra could be pretty universal in representing areas of people's lives. Perhaps anything could be universal in that sense, if we make it that way. It's amazing how connected our thoughts can be in a network of multitudes of people.

[xarajodie]

Originally posted by izchan
Now I see, though the last sentence caught me off guard.
Why drinking the ever flowing crimson blood?
Rubbing the nose in ashes means dwelling in it,
but what does the blood mean? Life?


The blood represents my pain at the time - my heart was bleeding from the heartbreak I suffered, in my mind. And drinking it, and rubbing my nose in the ashes means that I'm turning away from the beauty around me - dwelling in it, just as you said. So I was, in essence, drinking my own pain - bringing it back onto myself. Of course, I didn't really realize this stuff when I wrote it. Kinda fun to anazlyze my own poem.

Sorry for the confusion . . . perhaps it was too complicated. I tend to do that.

[PhotoFx]

well, for anyone who knows what i'm talking about, it was about excalibur, and no not the sword. twas a choir i was in in my high school. Politics, politics, how i hate thee.

[izchan]

Final poem for the today ...

Enjoy

: Final Reality


Do you hear the night wind blow?
Can you see the candle light?
what might seem like eternity
is only our own inner blight

The boogie man in our dreams
the fear that will always grow
never really leaving us
constantly in our souls

Every word that is shared
tainted with deception
covered with lies
hidden behind unseen realities

Screeming for release
the rage fights within
struggling to push the truth back
burying all the memories away

As the struggles take its toll
chipping away the armours
breaking down the walls
loosing our dear sanity

Then finally realising
which only by letting go
can one free ourselves
the eternal pain sipping away
and our lost smile found again
ending it all in peace and serenity


good night people.

Thanks Xara for the explanation.

Hope to see more of you guys .... :)

[Ian the Korean]

Here is one I wrote yesterday, but forgot to post:
Remembrance

There is nothing to wake to,
Nothing to take the pain,
There is nothing to make you,
Feel complete again.

The excitement is done,
The ride is at its end,
Now comes the setting sun,
Im at the rivers last bend.

The days end has come at last,
A sense of peace has taken me,
Dreams flood me from my past,
Beginning to make my eyes blurry.

Memories that bring sadness,
Memories that bring pain,
Memories that bring gladness,
Theyve all come back again.

I remember my childhood,
and I remember my love,
I always said that I would,
and I still do, even now that you are above.

But reminising has its ends,
just like my life will too.
Ill remember all of my friends,
and cherish all of you.

I hope you all enjoy it.:)

[xarajodie]

Ye Heartbreaker

Ye
who grasp those life giving necessities
and strangle them with
thy bare hand
whose love once never given to more than
a miracle
and who merely suffocates those who long
who try
smothered in love and affection she drowns
spoiled of her right
one certain heartbreaker
who cannot willnot stop for any
until the day shall come when she is used
by those bruised hearts
coming for their revenge...


That was written 1 year and a couple months ago.

[rm']

One
do as he is
for wee boy cry
pray: "come dawn soft"
quick drawn battle smote
"Begin Anew, she is I".

[Ian the Korean]

Here is one I came up with earlier today:

Tree of Life

From the tree of life all will spring
Into all souls it will entwine
Both good and bad it will bring
But hope will triumph down the line.

From the smallest plant
to the the mightiest beast
All will be important
None more than the least.

The tree is overflowing
With wisdom and age
It is all knowing
Like some wise sage

Though its creations are great
It will outlast them all
That is the trees fate
Until the day that it falls.

[wildsegolily]

Tree of Life reminded me of something I wrote earlier this fall... although now that I read it, it's slightly hard to follow. I'm trying to figure out what all I meant by it right now, and for some reason I find myself confused. Perhaps someone who reads it from a different perspective might be able to help me out?

I admit, the stream of thought is a little disjointed... but if you can make anything of it, I'd be thankful!

WISDOM IN THE TREES
In a world where wisdom
comes not from green trees,
but from the dead leaves
fading as winter comes,
we never want to know
of our own mortality...
or of something that could be
choosing not to grow.
And we dream of truth
as we chase discoveries...
through all these mysteries
drowning out our youth.
In a world where war
allows not for peace,
but for trapped humanity
reaching for the door,
we never want to live
without a victory...
without a 'you against me'
acting as our motive.
And we dream of lies
as we fall with autumn leaves
from the barren trees
dying with lost cries.
In a world where wishing
seems that it could be
not just make-believe
leaving us with nothing,
we never want to feel
the things that we see...
or the terrifying dreams
waking to be real.
And we fall from our trees...
we fall to our knees...
In a world where wisdom
disappears with the leaves.

[Ian the Korean]

I liked that a lot, wildegosily. It sounded like you were trying to say that humanity disillusions itself with things in life like war and lies and hatred, instead of things that really matter like kindness and truth. Maybe you were trying to compare the way that a tree grows and moves in a cycle, to the way that man always repeats its mistakes. I'm probably not even close, but I really enjoyed reading it.:)

True Friendship

The tears of salt
have marred your skin
it's not your fault
it's because of your friends.

Tomorrow will be brighter
like a gleaming star
Your heart will feel lighter
You know how special you are

In times of pain and in times of strife
when you feel down or low
Don't turn your back on your life
I'll always be there as you should know

True friends won't hurt each other
They should always give support
Friends should cherish one another
and should be full of comfort.

I wrote this when one of my friends was really down last Friday.

:)

[wildsegolily]

Ian, I think that you managed to make good sense of my poem... thank you :) And I find your friendship poem beautiful.

I think what gets me confused is how we can express so much abstraction through little symbols on a screen... sometimes all the words just mesh together in my mind, and all I know are the ideas or feelings or truths within that could never truly be captured by what we are reading. Somehow, we manage to communicate nonetheless. It's bewildering... amazing.

Does anyone know French at all? Occasionally I'll write in French because it suits my mood better, and I would like to share some of those poems as well... but if no one speaks French, then I suppose those poems really will be nothing but symbols meshing on a screen.

Based off of those very thoughts, I'll post a free-style poem now (I don't have a name for it yet):

yes
no
maybe so
I answer pointless questions
I humour their lies
I play the games
of life and death
of words, just words in my head
no truth behind their meaning
what are these symbols you're seeing?
just letters on a page
not truth, not love, not rage
those do not exist
in any tangible form
yet we've known the gist
since the moment we were born
we learn to play the games
what we know
what we are
what we'll be
will we go far
Who cares what I'll be
or when I'll be me
who cares about the games
the yes
the no
the maybe so
why ask these pointless questions
why humour the world with lies
why try to assign reason
to our tormented cries
games of the world
are all we see
these symbols
these aren't me
there is no me
in any tangible form
yet I've known the gist of me
since the moment I was born
that is why you don't understand
that is why they don't understand
that is why I don't understand
we cannot grasp me
me is just two letters
m
e
just pieces in the game
my whole sense is separate
away from the game
away from here
far far away from anything we know
far far away from the questions of life and death
yes
no
maybe so
none of these words matter
the answer is no answer
answers come with games
the truth is not an answer
the truth escapes the game

[Ian the Korean]

I'm glad I may have shed a little light on your poem. There's definitely a lot more room there for interpretation though. Poetry is the greatest artistic medium in my opinion, because it has the hardest tools to manipulate. It is a special talent to be able to express feelings and emotion through a written language. Unfortunately I do not know French, and as much as I would like to read your work, I know that it would lose much of its meaning if it was translated.



The Journey

The whistle has been blown through
The time to depart draws near
Just five more minutes to hold you
and tell you how much I love you dear

The time is upon us of parting ways
I fear that now I must leave
I'll miss you all the long days
and the pain will make me grieve

Even though our bodies part
We will always be together
because you have taken my heart
Our souls will be joined forever

So let the future bring what it may
I know ours paths will cross again someday.


I hope you enjoy this one.:)

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I really enjoyed your last poem as well. I have a hard time with that type of poem, because as soon as I think of a line or two, rhyming words start to pop into my head.

[izchan]

Hello people.

Nice to see most of you guys up and around.

Loved the poetry and the discussion.

As for the meaning to the <Tree of Life>. I think it might be better to name it as <TREES of LIFE>, with the 's in it. The reason was because I saw it as an interpretation of all the different Faculties or TREES that is living in life.

As for <wisdom in the trees> is one of the best poem I have read thus far. Insightful and beautiful in its way of drawing the picture of life.

For wildsegolily second poem which is currently unnamed, has just made it into an all time favourite of list of poems. I am currently naming it as <Yes, No, Maybe So> because it fits the entire poem and its essense.

Nice one ian, again good work on <the journey>

Here is something for you guys to enjoy.

: Questions and Answers

Man spends most of their lives
seeking answers in ashes
grabbing at broken matters
praying for revelations

Unable to attain the simple truth
that life has no instant answers
only barren facts
made upon others

A string of events locked together
ever changing in its direction
where the same answers
can mean different things
while in a different time
set in a different space
But ultimately all of it hinges upon
the fundamentals of the question
and the bewilderment of its origin


Keep the poems coming, why?
Because it is more than words.
It is wisdom in disguise.

enjoy.

[izchan]

Ah ... forgot to thank RM for this lovely haiku.
As I am still awed by the amount of feelings that he can put those simple words.

[PhotoFx]

I've been feeling left out, so i scrounged through what i've written (discovereing that there's not much there) and found this. I remember the night it was inspired from... a couple friends, (who happened to be girls) and people they were vaguely interested in all went up to NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Reasearch (it's on a big hill, right next to the mountains.)) and got a blanket out and were looking at the stars. I guess i was really wanting to have somebody, and they were all.... well, flirting extensively as i recall, and i just got up and left, walked around a bit.... eventually came back after running into a couple deer and watching them for a little.

anyway, here it is, wiht that in mind.

THE WALKING SONG

Without a backwards glance
I walk away.
I've seen it before,
heard it before,
felt it before.
Anger sitting there;
Resignation crouching in the shadows;
Waiting to rush up,
Spring up with gaping jaws,
And stroll along gently beside me.

I heard him coming, he isn't a quiet fellow;
Just rather inexorable in his aproach.
He isn't chained to me,
Just talks calmly,
Reasonably,
Truthfully.
And poisons the well of my thought.
For the Truth is not to be argued with
Or tainted for comfort.

I've always walked in circuts,
Shadowing a floating point in time
Where fates spin
And dance around in clumsy, akward steps.
Always widening the path in front of me.
Always giving me more options,
Always letting me choose.
But I always choose the same,
And so wander in circles,
Carving my own walls in the dirt.

Once my walking is over,
I turn, and head back to home,
Back to resignation.
I see them there in the distance,
Waiting hopefully for my return.
But the paths again widen around me,
The options enticing, blinding;
The fates never make it easy,
Always play fair,
And always, always try to lead astray.

I only hope I find my way back.

some of you might remember this incident.

[izchan]

Alan, that is truly a touching insight. It is plain and simple. I love it. There is nothing more convincing than the truth that lays within our most inner thoughts.

Will post something later today, but now, I have to finish my work.

[Ian the Korean]

That is really good, Alan. Your story inspired me to write this poem.

Shining Star of Light

Into the starry night I gazed
Searching into the endless space
By the stars my mind is amazed
As I watched all I face.

The distant twinkling light
Seemed as if it was watching me
So comforting and bright
It was kind, gentle, and friendly.

But now with the rising sun
These distant lights disappear
Their nightly display is done
Until the next darkness comes near

Do not fear the darkness that can
and will always have friendly light
Only be frightened of the time when
darkness has swallowed all of light.

[PhotoFx]

thank you both :).

i wrote a 8 liner for my girlfriend on valentines day, but i forgot to keep a copy, and she isn't online for her to tell me what it was. she liked it though :).

[wildsegolily]

Thank you for the feedback :)... as for me, I am blown away by the poems I have read so far. They strike my heart. I'm surrounded by incredible poets... by incredible thinkers as well. What can I say? This discussion/exchange inspires me... I have more that I'd like to share, but I think that for now I'll post later and contemplate for a while. Everyone has something beautiful, truthful and wise to say... in such an artistic way. I just need to let it soak into my soul. Thank you for everything so far :D

[Magic_Midget]

Hi I'm new to this place...and this thread caught my interest....here's one of my poems out of over 30 pieces...
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Entombed Black Roses by Lee

Black roses adorn my room;
This cold chamber I call my tomb;
Locked away in a cesspool of black;
Never going back.

Spiders crawl all over the walls;
Soul is crying, not heeding any calls;
A keeper watches over the entrance;
An unkept eye in trance.

Black roses petals, all on the ground;
Restless souls, drifting without a sound;
Darkness exceeds the light;
Darkness lasts all night;

Thorns jut out of the mortar and stone;
And the undead moan;
Shunning the white aura, leaving me alone;
In the dark cell, I call home.

[izchan]

Lee, that is a very nicelt written poem.

Do you trully believe that your home is that dark and sinister?

Or it is just your interpretation of the munsters resindence? :)

Anyway, I welcome you into this thread. Feel free to contribute more becuase we here are all hungry for more talent, but most of all we yearn for more fun in reading the ideas and thoughts of other beatiful souls.

Keep it coming.

[Magic_Midget]

I mainly write love poems and gothic stuff...
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In My Dreams Tonight by Lee

Every night when the world is dreaming,
I close my eyes and think of you.
If the wish I cast upon
the brightest star
could magically come true,
the dawn would bring me
closer to you.
There's nowhere that'd I rather be than
with you, your lips against mine,
your arms sheltering me.
There's a special place
in my heart, where your light
will always burn bright,
and though today
we're far apart
you'll warm,
my dreams tonight

[Magic_Midget]

This sonnet here was selected by the Editor's at www.poetry.com But I think that place is a scam...

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To A Wishing Star...

Twinkling in the moonlight, eyes like sapphires,
Ev'time I see you, my heart burns like fire.
Throughout the land and sea, across the world
Over the vast mountains and through the trees.
I only find you under a spring tree.
Your inner beauty and long brownish hair
cannot match the other brunettes over there.
Your voluptious sexy red lips and smile,
Something that I haven't seen for a while.
You are everything to me, Wishing Star
I could buy you diamonds, even a car...
Many other gifts and nice luxuries,
But this is all about love and desire
Only for yours and mine to be admired....

[izchan]

Something for your reading.
A bit raw. I think. You judge.

: Seeking life

Deep within these caves of time
hides the one thing that is mine
my sanity, my soul and my mind
in which I constantly seek
and it which constanly hides

In dark corners with wet alleys
or bright ballrooms with dancing frills
I seach for an answer to a simple question
within all these faces who am I?

If only I were better
If only I could find
the one thing that really mattered
the reason why I am alive
for only then can I lay down and die


What say you?

Good night.

[izchan]

Lee, hey, you can read a number of my works in www.poetry.com ... try First Name Isaac, Last Name Chan ... how do I see your works there?

As for the scam? ... well .. I have been nominated in all my contributions, but I never really bothered to check if it was real or not. :)

keep posting ... :) ... posting here is better than sex. :)

at least to me ... :)

[Magic_Midget]

First: Lee
Last: Tran

you should see a long ass list of my poems there..about 20 or so

I've been nominated also...but the whole thing is a lottery...
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You are my Heart by Lee

How did I ever get to here
Why do I need you
Why do I have to cry these tears
Where do they lead to
I used to be so strong alone
When I was standing on my own
Now I don't know what to do

Was I too proud or just too blind
What does it matter
When love was in these hands of mine
I let it shatter
The pieces scattered to the wind
I'll never have them here again
But I'll remember how we were
The rest of time

You are my heart
How could I ever let you go
You are my soul
I had to lose my soul to know
How much you mean
To me, you are my heart

I think I see you everywhere
Isn't that crazy
I still reach out to feel you there
Lying beside me
I've learned a lot since you've been gone
About what I am and what I want
I know I only want to be in love with you

[Ian the Korean]

Since it's been so long since I last wrote poetry none of mine has been seen except for what I post on this forum and a few others. Everything I've posted has been written since I joined this forum.


Lost

Why are you all telling me these things,
Can't you see all of the pain that it brings?
I can't take anymore of these lies that you tell me,
I must escape this place and make myself free.
Yet you continue to follow and spout your hate
Why won't you go elsewhere and find someone else to berate.
I do not want to be near you anymore
You blackness has seeped in to your core.
You've made my heart and soul grow cold and hard
Never can I believe it was you that I admired.
When did you lose your beauty and your kindness
Am I the one who should take the blame for your blindness
See what you have done to those around who cared
You have destroyed them all and made them scared
In the abyss called depression where there's no hope or light,
There is no way out, everything is as dark as night.
You created it yourself by blocking out all love
You even turned your back on the one above.
Please let someone in and help with your pain
I fear that it is making you insane
You must know that when there is no light in your day
There is always someone who will help you on your way
All hope will never be lost from you
if you pray to the one who is always true.

[wildsegolily]

Lee, your first poem that you posted reminded me of something that I had written a couple years ago (Dec 14, 1999). Most of my poems from then have very little structure whatsoever. After a while, I became entirely structured. Now I'm trying to create a balance between the two. Anyway... I dug up the poem:

ALONE
I saw her standing there
alone in the field
of dried flowers
that strteched across the
desolate plain.
She was still...
a silhouette agains the sun,
fading into the sky
as night approached.
I couldn't help but wonder what
she was feeling,
alone in that field.
I stood watching
the dark figure in the night...
who is she?
She is holding a black rose
to her heart--
a black rose
that sucks in the moonlight.
The mystery
captivates me.
I move closer,
as my feet crunch
over the dried flowers.
As I approach the shadow
I see only her
shining eyes.
I look into two dark oceans
and know that
her emptiness
is as black as her rose.
yet in her eyes...
my own heart is mirrored.
I look to my hands
and find myself holding
my own rose--
blacker than the night,
extinguishing the starlight.
as I look upwards
to that girl
standing in the desolate field,
I notice her
fading away
into the background...
a shadow that leaves
with the light.
I realize that
I am all alone in my field of
dead flowers
and the only
abyss of blackness
belongs to me.
The field was all
mine...
and the girl....
A mere
illusion
of myself... a seemingly beautiful
yet empty
shell...
alone in a dry field of wildflowers.


Since that entry is melancholy (as are most of my poems from the past) I will include an uplifting journal-entry style piece I once wrote:

I look out the window
at the light-falling
snow floating down
to the ground outside.
The fireplace is lit
and I have cocoa in
my right hand, a pen
in the other. I write.
Then I stop. The snow
stops. The sun melts
the snow. A warm breeze
comes. I open the
window of my living-
room. I turn the
radio on. I blast it
loud. The rhythm gets
to me. It soars through
me. It is warm and
beautiful and I can't
help but throw down
whatever I'm doing
and surrender to the
music. I am in plaid
pants and a flannel
nightshirt and bare feet.
I am dancing without
a care or worry in my
mind. Every now and then
i stop and think
about the people
walking down the street,
and I say to myself,
"why care? They are getting
a great show for free."
Then the music stops,
and I lay down in the
sun with my cats, and
I stretch. I sleepily
open my eyes, and get
up. I walk over to the
window and watch the
sun sink below the
mountains. Then I am
watching the rocks turn
pink in the early morning
sun. Then I am watching
the trees turn golden and
red and orange. Then I am
watching the leaves fall.
Then i am seeing dead
trees. Then the snow
falls, and the fireplace
burns, and I again have
the hot cocoa in my
right hand, my pen in
my left. I am at peace.
And then I dance.
And I don't care.
And then I sing.
And I don't care.
And I run and scream and
live my life... and all
will be well... and life
will go on... and the
seasons will continue
to change. And my life
will go on. And I will try
not to care. And sing.
And dance. And write, with
the fire of my life
burning bright.

[wildsegolily]

as for Izchan- the last poem I liked very much... it has an uncluttered purity about it. I enjoy your words more than words can say ;) Lee, you write beautifully... your poems remind me of so many things I've written, but perhaps I will not continue to post all of them because then I would be monopolizing this thread :)

Ian, I really enjoyed "LOST"... I see so much of what you wrote in someone I know, and then a mirror flashes up and I see myself... and I wonder, perhaps I'm the one creating the lies and the pain and the insanity... turning my own heart cold... and just projecting that on someone else? Perhaps I am projecting those things on humanity. I don't know. So, when you wrote that poem... were you thinking of a particular person? or humanity in general? or could you even have been thinking of some part within yourself? I know that I am reading too much into it... but sometimes I read too much into myself. I'm just curious... trying to solve some mystery or another. All while walking through the mystery of life.

I have written for Poetry.com as well... but they're not getting my money :) People can buy their anthologies and audio cassettes, but I'm fine with just writing and reading poetry online. Especially when it's with you people :D

[Magic_Midget]

Thanks...wildse...your poems are really long, but is very touching...I'm scared to post my incredibly dark gothic poems since it might traumatize the people just like at my old forum I've been to...
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Inner Child of Mine by Lee

Look in these eyes, you'll see the dark
That little space inside my heart
The darkest side withholds the light
The light that brightens me inside

Angels don't fly, they have no wings
It is another of those things
That we make up
That we believe
The real thing is not what we conceive

You don't know
I won't let you see me
I will hide, I will lie
As true as can be
You just don't have
What it would take
To be a part of me

The darkest side withholds the light
The light that shines
You can't deny

[PhotoFx]

hoorah! i completely agree. This is a far more worthwhile endeavor than poetry.com.... anyway, since we sort of seem to be on a dark streak here, interupted only by wildsegolilly's blinding light, i'll see if i can contribute something.

poem removed because i didn't really like it :hang:

just ignore this:
eh, not too bad for on the spot. If someone has constructive criticsm, i'll try and re write it. Something about it doesn't appeal to me...

[Magic_Midget]

This is one of my darker ones....
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Lonely Death by Lee

Stars and heavens, celestial visions;
The dreams within; reverbrating in my head;
Which paths have I led;
Into this oncoming danger, that haft left me broken;
My heart, in a million pieces;
And carried by the wind in which it seizes;

Light haft naught shine'd on thy soul;
Cold darkness, feverish chills;
The darkness, in thy heart in which it fills;
My soul is nothing but a discolored cold slate;
Hard as a rock, unable to break;

The emptiness fills back with the dark;
Bad thoughts fill my body and eats me alive like a shark;
How much pain can I take before my body withers;
And fade into the murky black, that we call death

[Magic_Midget]

In My Arms Tonight by Lee

As I cuddle your body,
In my arms tonight
I'm glad I rather have you than nobody,
In my arms tonight.

As I hear your soft voice,
In my arms tonight.
I'm glad I get to hear it, let's rejoice..
In my arms tonight.

As your eyes twinkle under the moon,
In my arms tonight.
We lean closer to kiss ever so soon,
In my arms tonight.

[Ian the Korean]

wildsegolily, I think that is exactly what I was trying to express. When I was writing it I was thinking about the way poeple do that to each other and isolate themselves. I've really enjoyed reading all of these other poems as well. You are all such exceptional poets!:D

Lost Memory

While I lie awake on this night
Trying to remember what I lost along the way
Everything rushes back to my sight
Vividly, like it was just yesterday.

I delve into my inner soul
Searching for those things I lost
It is as dark as a piece of coal
These memories have a mighty cost.

They begin to tear and gnaw
My biting fears return
I have not found the one I saw
the one I constantly yearn

It is such a joyous memory
It will overpower all of the others
It should be found so easily
All of the sadness it will smother

But now I'll stop deluding my mind
It has been lost for all eternity
It was a memory that was warm and kind
Why can't my mind just set it free

My life has now been made meaningless
Now each day is full of sadness and sorrow
That one great memory that I miss
Will it cause me to end it tommorow.

[Magic_Midget]

I fell in love with that poem Ian..:)

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Sorrowful Joy by Lee

My broken heart still aches;
And my skinny body shakes;
My orifices ooze blood that is black;
And my arms are limp and slack;
My lips are quivering from the cold;
But there's no one around to hold;
My mind is filled with demented sorrow;
Wishing my life would end tomorrow;
My skin is parched and dry;
And my eyes cannot cry;
I have a nasty cut down my chest;
Oozing blackness at its best;
Black blood have formed a puddle;
And the parasite have cuddled,
Deep into my flesh, eating me away;
And this continues everyday;
Until the darkness consumes my body;
And I leave this world as a nobody.

[Ian the Korean]

Lee, that is a really good poem, I loved how well you were able illustrate it, even though it was pretty gory.

Awaiting The End

What has become of his world I live in
It has become tainted with evil and sin
Now all the things I can see far and wide
are ashes from those who have died.
This scene is full of bodies mishapen horribly
I cannot believe all that my eyes see
My mind is reeling with grief and anger and pain
pushing me over the edge making me insane
Where have all of the things that I remember gone
Will they return by the next mornings dawn
No, I know that all of the ones I loved have left
This realization has left my heart cleft
I must now wander these endless expanses alone
Through the vast fields of darkness no light has shown
The time that I will die is coming at last
My time on this wretched world has finally past.

[Magic_Midget]

Everyone here has some wonderful talent...
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Mutilation by Lee

Lower my casket into the ground;
Let the festering insects eat me away;
Eating away my flesh all day;
Leaving my body in a heap of immoral decay;
Break my tombstone and dig up my body;
Pee on my infested corpse, join everybody;
In this total mutilation of this death-ridden fool;
Dismember my body with your tools;
Feed the rest of me to your dogs;
And throw my head into the peat bogs;
Let the worms eat through my eyes;
And cut me in half with that scythe;
All this goes on in my head;
As I approach death with dread;
All my dreams end up this way;
But you don't give a fuck anyway.

[Magic_Midget]

Away from this Place by Lee

There was a time when I could wash away the lies.
A time when I held the sun within my eyes.
You stood so close I could taste the hope you held.
It drew me out, pulled me from the place I dwelled.

But as time ran away I began to rust.
Then time tainted you and turned it all to dust.
Now the angels fall dead in a sky condemned to cry.
You clipped my wings. Sending me burning from the sky.

I fall apart. I fall from grace.
I could never be anything in this place.
I'm losing time. This loss I've found.
I'm burning, I'm dieing. I'm breaking down.

Like the stars I feel you drifting away.
And I give into despair as night steals day.
Bleeding on the whole I shed all my tears.
I feel I'm falling apart. Giving into my fears.

There was nothing you could want in me.
So I walk away. Let myself die in the sea.
Now my sun sets harshly as the sky gives way to night.
And my blood runs cold as I give up the fight.

There's no hope in me. No chance to hold on.
I feel so lost now that your gone.
Now I'm here lonely, as I'm left behind.
You were everything I could hope to find.

[izchan]

This poem is written becuase of something that I felt during a discussion in a thread. I am sadden by the fact that I felt it at all.

: Branded

Why do you say something so
when you know it is but a lie
What have I done to deserve this
these treatments of such unkind

You brand me to a colour
You brand me to a kind
You put me into a solid box
in which you still deny

What is it that you are afraid
Why don't you look into my eyes
I am but a simple man
with simple dreams and sighs

All I wished is decency
a chance for a life
an oppurtunity of understanding
to share and then to cry

Yet you brand me to a name
and then you lock me here outside
saying I am but an inferior
not even a man in your sight


Was not suppose to sound so gloomy. But I can't help but feel hurt over the incident.

[Xerxes]

I'm not the brander am I?

[izchan]

Xerxes,
You did not do it on purpose, and I know the statement in which you used were not to brand me, but the outcome of it will eventually be of that manner.
The poem is not talking about you xerxes specifically, but is a global view of the situation.
We are branded almost in everything we do, because of the insecurity we have in our own hearts.
The only way to solve these issues, is by opening up and letting our heart tell the story. And pray that we don't get hurt too much in the process.

As the saying goes, what does not kill you only serve to make one stronger.

Don't worry about it Xerxes.
I am hurt by the statement, but not you.

[Xerxes]

Well... as i'm sure you know.. human thinking generally categorizes and sub categorizes every last thing - its analogous to a river delta.. forming streams ******d.. then forming substreams and then little substreams off those. Once it has formed however... it is hard to form new streams- the water just flows in the paths it has already generated.

[Trista]

What happened...?

[xarajodie]

Moonlight

Just as I cry to a moon for a dream
Resisting the urge to embellish
Lessening all - seemingly
I insert a cloudless sky of perfection
Not perfect of course, entirely...but within breathing distance.

Deep within this gibberish I vent (which is
Less war of internal mind than dream, than love)
Is a sharing, emotions spewed forth - a secret of reveries - entangled.
Though refusing the truth seems evident, I fear it not.
Truth every day faces me, and I see it, knowing
This love never dies, in its true, fantastical existence, eternal.


:)

[izchan]

Originally posted by Xerxes
its analogous to a river delta.. forming streams ******d.. then forming substreams and then little substreams off those. Once it has formed however... it is hard to form new streams- the water just flows in the paths it has already generated.

It is called holding a pattern or in crude way, limited by the amount of change available. Newton calls it inertia.

Which is why I was saddend by the fact that the uncoucious branding occured. Because of such brandings, ideas cannot be interprated properly and people with misconceptualizations will caused the entire process of sharing to be aborted and go into a state of denial.

It is often said that a man is innocent until proven guilty. But the sad fact of the matter is that a man is often guilty until proven innocent. That is what branding does.

One of the things in which I always advocate is that adults should learn to listen to the children when they speak. The reason is because children are brutal in the truth category. They will say what they think without bias. The simple anology is the story of 'The kings new wardrobe'.

It is ok trista, it is merely me being too sentimental and sensitive over a subject matter.

I am after all just a man. :)

[izchan]

Xara, that was beautiful.
After reading so many gothic stuff from Lee, your words are like the sunshine after a hurricane.

Don't you agree that Lee has a talent in writing the reader into a world of dark and ghoilish world? Pure talent.

Kudo's

Keep the postings coming.

[wildsegolily]

THE KISS

She came in with a gentle breeze
Through the moonlit air
Her feet danced out a melody
Wind caressed her hair

His head then slowly turned around
She was all he saw
His heart collapsed into the ground
Overwhelmed with awe

The void of space was all there was
Space too much to bear
And so she rushed into his arms
Blocking out cold air

Their world then spun with fired heat
Melting in their kiss
Until the real just slipped away
In eternal bliss

[wildsegolily]

HIS HEART

lovely like the quiet wind
tugging at your hair
lovely like the sunny rose
fragrancing the air
lovely like the gentle stream
dancing with the moon
lovely like the diamond stars
shining on the moon

so lovely
yet so far
trapped up
in this jar
with tears of joy
and tears of rage
a bitter heart
trapped in a cage
so lovely
when it's free
too bad it
belongs to me

[wildsegolily]

I'm slipping into the love theme suddenly... not sure what caused it to happen, but I was looking through some of my older poems and these are the ones that are currently jumping out at me... perhaps I will write a new one tonight that captures how I feel, but for now I'll include a 6-liner from a year and a half ago:

shattered dreams
is all you gave me
shattered love
and broken hope
as the pieces slice
through my heart

[jarsonic]

I identify with Gerald Manly Hopkins.

- Jarsonic

[izchan]

The Windhover
By -- Gerald Manley Hopkins


I caught this morning morning's minion,
kingdom of daylight's dauphin,
dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,--the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

[izchan]

To a Young Child
By -- Gerald Manley Hopkins

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

[izchan]

Gerald Manley Hopkins
1844–89,
English poet, educated at Oxford.

Entering the Roman Catholic Church in 1866 and the Jesuit novitiate in 1868, he was ordained in 1877. Upon becoming a Jesuit he burned much of his early verse and abandoned the writing of poetry.

However, the sinking in 1875 of a German ship carrying five Franciscan nuns, exiles from Germany, inspired him to write one of his most impressive poems “The Wreck of the Deutschland.”

Thereafter he produced his best poetry, including “God’s Grandeur,” “The Windhover,” “The Leaden Echo,” and “The Golden Echo.”

[jarsonic]

thank you, izchan. :)

- Jarsonic

(this is the part where you post "When Kingfishers Catch Fire." ;))

[izchan]

As per requested.

: As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme’
By -- Gerald Manley Hopkins

AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.

Í say móre: the just man justices;
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

[jarsonic]

atta boy.

btw - I think the fonts a little messed up... might wanna edit that? The forums seems to do that with copy-and-paste stuff sometimes.

- Jarsonic

[izchan]

The fonts look ok, as it is as the original.

Here is today's contributioin.

: Tales told by time

As the days past by
we hear the sounds of time echo on
telling us of the stories of past
of things gone and forgotten

And it says
that we will one day go away
leaving behind the trails
of love lost and hearts broken

It also says that legends are made
within these times of turmoil
Hero's are born by holding on to life
even if it the cause burns them down inside
they carry on their fight

Even if one day when it all fades away
and memories of the deeds forgotten
time will still hold the tail
of man battling the war of faith
doing what needs to be done
forever fighting untill the end
and a new life can then begin


Something that pop in my mind.
Maybe due to reading too much hopkins ... :)

[wildsegolily]

a little something I wrote today during a discussion on eastern philosophy

EXIST

the sinking sun
is another day
cast beyond the waves
he rises again
he follows his way
never to his grave

the rising moon
calms the night
of eternal life
she bathes our rooms
with constant light
throughout our human strife

man and woman
night and day
we live in constant waves
yet we are one
we share our way
and rise above the maze

[Magic_Midget]

Originally posted by izchan
Xara, that was beautiful.
After reading so many gothic stuff from Lee, your words are like the sunshine after a hurricane.

Don't you agree that Lee has a talent in writing the reader into a world of dark and ghoilish world? Pure talent.



I write love poems too....
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Underneath a Starlit Sky by Lee

In these dark, moonless nights;
Sitting under this here tree;
Swatting away the bugs without a fight;
And just thinking of the one I love tonight.

I pick out a star in the night sky;
Twiddle my thumbs, and make my wish;
That you will love me, not lie;
And make sure thy love is nourished.

Wishing upon the brightest star;
Wondering why my love lives so far;
But the distance doesn't matter;
For our love won't be shattered.

Sitting under the tree;
Gazing at a star as I wish it was mine;
Setting my mind free;
Underneath a starlit sky.

[Magic_Midget]

Forever by Lee

My heart is damp from the tears I've shed,

I find myself wishing that I was dead,
My love for you stronger than ever,
Yours for me, as if it was never,
Why if you're so happy am I so sad,
Right now I wish I could talk to my dad,
But if I tried he'd ask why am I so pathetic and why am I still there,
My life without you, so incomplete,
Why can't the good times just repeat,
Suicide is the every other thought in my mind, second to you,
I wish that all my wishes would come true,
And you would see that I was the only one for you,
I believe that deep down inside your heart still resides love for me,
You're so amazing I hope you know,
You helped me to live,
You showed me to grow,
I'll always wish with my whole heart for us to be together,
And I'll always remember when you said...FOREVER...