Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[Pixelcraft]

Wow.....that makes me think of a probable cause of the death of some of my cats that ran away and didn't come back Very good poem WR.

btw I talked to a friend of yours a couple days ago; she said she knew you from poetry.com so I thought I'd check that site out

[White Raven]

O_o I'm not on Poetry.com -- Who was this friend?

[lil vixen]

Okay, I wrote more to my story, tell me what you think now... Thanks
She glanced out across the ocean, looking eastward t'ward her love.
As she stared, with sightless eyes, the moon rose slowly in the darkening night. Millions of tiny holes, penetrated the blackening skies,
she wondered where he was right now, and tears welled up up inside her. Being too strong, too proud to let them flow, she held them back,
each one making her heart grow ever harder.
"He left me," she whispered softly onto the wandering night breeze, the sounds of the city behind were engulfed in that one, ever so seemingly loud sentence.
She remembered the past weeks, and the times they had spent, the fun, the total pleasure of their bodies being in contact. She remembered only too well the pleasure she had experienced,
as for the first time in her life, she had learned to make love.
"Nobody could take his place," she thought mournfully, "from now on, I will remain alone."
She sat there in silence till the sun started rising again, thinking and remembering him.
She realized she had tears running down her face, and the brisk breeze gave her a chill.
She got in her car and sat there for a minute thinking of how he use to feel and smell when he was around. She got a chill that came over her and then this blast of heat rose up from deep inside her. Her face went flush and she took a deep breathe as if to shake it away.
She drove home in silence not even the radio on. She just wanted to get home and crawl in her bed and sleep away the memories that seem to fill her every movement. She was trying to run away from the things he did to her before he left her. The way he made her feel and the last words he had said to her.
She finally arrived home, not a moment to soon as the tears began to fall again. She hurried into her house and ran to the bathroom, stripping off her sea-soaked clothes she jumped in the shower and scrunched down letting the hot spray wash over her body the way a waterfall glides down a mountain.
She finally just sank down till she was sitting and leaning against the tubwalls. the cold empty feeling rising up in her again. She was miserable, she couldn't figure out why he would just up and leave her after confessing his love to her.
She had remembered the night he left, she had him over to her house for a romantic night with dinner and a movie. She had planned everything perfect for them. She had been so excited all that day just waiting for her Love to come to her. To make her feel special and wanted.
Well, she thought to herself, He made me feel special alright and she gasped as she felt a cold breeze come across her which made her nipples hard.
She just couldn't take this anymore the feeling of lonliness after all the time they had spent together and then * bam * he was like a ghost that did not exist at all to her. She thought again back to the lastnight she had seen him, nothing made sence to her. They were doing fine, no fights or arguments. The night went perfect just as she had planned, they had dinner and cleaned up the kitchen together just as they always did.
They snuggled and watched the movie he brought over and then retired into her bedroom.
Everything was perfect in her mind, no matter how many times she analyzed this. Nothing was wrong, he never once said or did anything out of the ordinary, In the 6 months they had been together, He was always very loving and caring to her.
That night they had made love more passionate then ever. He had done things to her she never had happen before. He was so easy and considerate of her. Thinking about it now, she began to feel herself getting weak in the knees, God she thought how could this happen after all the pain she felt inside her, how could she still long for him, want him as much as she does.
In the back of her mind she heard his voice, whispering " I love you baby, always."
As she heard this the tears began to fall again, and she felt this sudden rush of heat again. It rose up inside her. The water became hot and the bathroom steamy, as if someone turned on the hot water full blast. She blinked her eyes as if in disbelief. How could this be happening she thought. " What is going on with me", she whispered into the air.
The bathroom was all steamy and hazy from the water. She swore she saw a figure in the shadows, she decided she was tired and in much need of sleep since she had not slept in 3 weeks since he left her.
She attempted to get out of the tub, but her legs were heavy and she felt lightheaded. The effect from the steam and the hotwater had over-powered her. She stood on weak legs and almost lost her balance when she felt someone or something steady her. She started shaking, as she did not know what was going on.
She managed to get out of the tub and in a daze she ended up in her bed, soaked and naked she fell sleep. In the middle of night she had awoken, to strange sounds coming from her room. She tried to turn on the lights but they would not light. She could barely see in front of her, there was a very faint glow illumitating from the outside street lights and the moon's glow.
In the distance she heard her name being called faintly, she was in a state of shock because it was his voice. She kept hearing " Alexandria ". It was getting closer, and more distinct. She was shaking each time she heard the breathy voice call out to her. The voice, his voice, sounded so sad, like something was wrong with him. Like he needed her but could not get there.
It has to be a dream she thought, as the tears rolled down her face. How could he need her when he left her so suddenly, so unexplained, when things were so perfect. She started to remember their lastnight together, How he looked, how he felt and it was more then she could take.
She tried to climb out of bed to get away from the voice, but she couldn't, she was drawn to it. She needed him to come back to her. She was addicted to him and hated him for hurting her. For making her feel used, and worthless once again. She hated the way she felt, like she was losing herself in the dreams that she had of him, Of the way things were before that fateful night.
She laid down, pulled the blankets over her head and closed her eyes tight, with hopes of shutting out the voice. She started to drift off to sleep again. Very restless she was, fighting the voices, the feelings she had. She tossed and turned until the morning.
The morning came way to quick for her, she looked out the window with her eyes half open, she could see it was a dreary, rainy day. She sighed as she pulled herself from the bed.
When she looked back at it, she realized she had fought in her sleep as the blankets were in a shamble.
She forced herself to go take a shower, she needed one but after last nights occurances in the bathroom, she was now frightened of being in there.
She quickly showered and got herself out of the bathroom in record time, with hopes she didn't hear the voice or see the figure she had seen the night before.
Every time she heard a noise she jumped, and this was wearing on her quickly.
She dressed fast and left her house as soon as she could. She got in her car and drove. it was the only place she felt at peace.
She drove around with no where in mind to go, so she ended up at the beach again. She parked her car and got out and started walking as she always did to find peace. This was where she could try and put things into perspective, the actions of him. She needs to understand, to get over it so could attempt to be happy once again.
As she walked on the beach the overwhelming feeling of being watched came over her. She looked around but didn't see anyone, suddenely this brisk freezing breeze floated over her. She got chills and feeling of loss and started to cry all over again.
How she hated this, the unknowing feelings around her, Was she losing her mind?
She walked on further till she just couldn't get away from the breeze anymore, she sat down out of weariness and put her head in her hands. She was calling out to him, " Why. oh why did you leave me like this?"
All of a sudden the breeze stopped, this warm feeling came over her as if someone wrapped her in up their arms. She snuggled into it, and heard her name once again. The voice was so loving and caring. It was so familier. It was his voice, she was sure of it now.
She semi-smiled as she heard the voice that was calming to her all these months and then a pang of pain hit her as she remembered that he was gone from her life.
She listened carefully to the voice calling to her heart and soul, she heard not the same reassuring voice, but something sad and painful, as he called out " Alexandria."
In return she quietly and painfully said his name for the first time since he left her, "Allen.."
That was the hardest thing she ever did. To actually speak his name out in the open, it tore her heart out. The last time she had spoke his name was the night he left her house, She had said, " Allen, I love you with all my heart and soul."
That was the last thing she had ever said to him.
As she sat there, she felt as if someone were watching her every movement again, this feeling was beginning to make her lose control. She felt as if she was going mad. She couldn't take it anymore.
Breifly, she thought maybe I would be better off dead, then alone and miserable.
As she thought that she heard someone scream out from the parking lot. She got up to look but the time she got there the lot was empty.
She noticed some sort of paper on her window, she walked over to her car and seen it was a newspaper dated 1 week ago.
She was confused, who would put a week old newspaper on her car, even more puzzled she looked at the name of the paper.
It was a paper from awhole other state. It was a paper from Washington State. She lived in Florida.
This was so confusing to her....
She glanced over the front page, nothing really struck out at her, She seen the usual news stories you would see on a newspaper. She finally reached the bottom and it hit her like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper.
She was seeing stars, her head was spinning and the last thing she remembered was pure blackness.
Gripping the paper against her chest, she passed out cold on the road. She woke up in a hospital room, someone had found her laying in the road and brought her in. At first she didn't know where she was, she looked around trying to get her wits. Once she realized where she was, she wondered how she got there.
She sat there for a few minutes, when someone came in the room, it seemed to be a nurse.
She asked how she got there, and the nurse said," Well, I honestly don't know how you got here, You were in the Er waiting room. Alls you had with you was this," The nurse handed her the newspaper.
When she seen the paper she went as white as a ghost, it wasn't just a dream, It was was right there in black and white. She felt woozy and the nurse ran over to her and handed her some water.
She drank some and calmed down alittle, she tried to focus on the newspaper but she just couldn't yet. The pain was to much, she handed it back to nurse who set it on the table next to the bed.
She laid there for awhile and tried to rest, the nurse had given her a sedative. She kept looking at the paper, Finally, she picked it up and gazed down at the picture she seen on the front page, the tears rolled down her face. She tried to focus but she was stuck on the picture staring back at her. Her heart was racing and the room was becoming black again, but she held steady to read the article along with the picture.
She slowly read the article under the picture. Tears dropped down her face as she read..
___________________________________________________________________________________________

NOVEMBER 6th, 2003, Marks the mysterious death of a young soldier. Found by soldiers returning to Fort Lewis, A young soldier lay dead among the gravel. At first glance, they hoped for the best. Glancing around incase of ambush they quickly send in a team to check the body. His face was gentle and calm with a few cuts and bruises as if he never suffered an ounce of pain. There seemed to be no tags or identification on him , just the torn fabric of what was left of his uniform. Within his pocket was a single photograph of himself and a female. Investigation is underway to find out what happened to this poor soldier and to get in touch with the female in the photograph. Dental records and a few small scars upon his body have given little as to who he may be. Further details will be released later this week. If you recognize either the soldier or the female in the photograph please call your local U.S. Army office or call 1-800-USA-ARMY, ext. 376 with information.
________________________________________________________________________________Turn to Page 6..___________ Here is the photo of the soldier and the female we need to contact. If anyone knows any information please contact the numbers above immediately.___________________________________________________________________________________________
She stared at the second picture in disbelief. She was hysterical now, to the point of a nurse walking in at her screams. The nurse sedated her once again and took the paper out of her hands which were clenched so tight the paper slightly tore. The nurse glanced at the article and seen the picture but didn't understand what was wrong, she tried to make sence of her rantings but couldn't.
She finally drifted off into a sedated sleep, feeling numb and used. She woke up a few hours later looking at the table with the paper on it. She picked it up once again and just shook her head as she thought to herself, " How could he?"
She looked at the happy couple in the picture, she felt betrayed, all the promises he made, all the talk of love and marriage. She ran her hand over her stomache, the talk of their children yet to come. One big lie. She started to shake as the thoughts raced through her head, who was this girl, his lover? his wife he had not told her about?...
She studied the girl in the photo, to closely to possibly read into her thoughts through the paper, where was she now? did she know about her? did she wonder where he was?..
She looked at the girls eyes... they appeared to be browm, she had dirty blonde hair, and she was alittle on the heavier side. She thought a " Plain Jane " type girl. Nothing to make her think he wouldn't want her over this other girl.
She crumbled up the paper after looking at it and threw it on the floor, she laid her head back down and closed her eyes. Once more she had the empty feeling and she drifted off to a sedated sleep once again. Her dreams were nightmares once more, the taunting visions of him with this other girl now, after he was with her. She awoke in a panic stricken fit, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom and threw up as she had done so many times before.
She reached her hands down and grabbed her stomache. Cradling it, she thought he will never know, no one will ever know now.

[izchan]

It should been something different but this is what came out

: If it was true

It must have been a long time ago
I can't seem to remember it well
your smile that stretch one end to the other
your hug that takes my breath away
what was that phrase you always say
when you had a really bad day?
oh yeah this
"If it was worst, I could be dead"
"If it was worst, I could be sane"
And you will love that stupid laugh
and shake your head once or twice
"Lets get on with it", you will say
"Nothing left to loose", you continue
"Tommorow is another day"
"But today lets get a meal"
So passionate in life
beliving that everything will end well
or near to well can be

It must have been a long time ago
because I can no longer remember
when was the last time I looked at you
My imaginary friend
I missed you so much
I love you

everybody has one, don't they?

enjoy.

[Pixelcraft]

Originally posted by White Raven
O_o I'm not on Poetry.com -- Who was this friend?

A person named Jammie Clarke

[White Raven]

I have never heard of them... Doesn't even ring a bell...

[White Raven]

Swan

A swan on a lake of glass
Lightly nibbling at a weed
Turns its long neck to the colour streaked skies
Seeing the clouds run as silk
Calling...
Waiting...
And beats its wings by the lilies in the frigid morning
Letting out a mournful cry
As it stays in the water, wings flaring
Calling...
Come home...

Miles away is a cabin of wood
A fire merrily burning in the place
And inside a glass shield from the outside world
Lying just on the cutting board
Is a naked bird, its flesh bare and gently pimpled
The feathers stripped from its once white body
Its once black eyes, once so proud to see the sky
A misty grey
Its long neck outstretched and curved a little
As ligaments contract from cold death
Its wings, powerful and strong
Reduced to thin, boney pieces
The flesh pale and dotted
This cold flesh impervious to touch
The soul longs for caresses...
Calling...
Calling...

[izchan]

Poetry.com ... that was a very long time ago indeed.
Have not posted there for as long as I can remember.

Anyway, Lil Vixen. Now I hope you like constructive critism so here goes. Lay the emotional articulation a little softer, it gets too much when you lay it out that strongly. It makes the reader confuse and unsatisfied, almost like a child that is constantly crying and not saying why?

From my experience in story writing, one should be clearer in what they want to say, not repeated hamering on one particular subject. it is different from poetry, where in poetry, the emotional subject is put in a more higher aspect. In a story, I think, the Meaning of a story or should I say the Essense of a story should be taken into a more prominent place within the story itself.

I can understand the fact that you wish to put the emotional state of the girl into perspective, but making that one point the whole story is a bit too much, I can't help but feel smudged while I was reading it again. Maybe a paragraph or two, but not 95% of the whole thing.

Plus, one small thing, I know that it might sound weird, but what is the point of the story? We have a girl, a boy and his hidden past. We have betrayel, death and birth. But where is the story taking us?

Mind you, if this was an autobiography, then yeah, then there is no meaning to it, it is just a factual of a person. Then it is correct, but from the way you are writing, you are narating a persons life, both emotionaly and physically. But then you will need to put more life to it, we need to know more about the girl, before we can actually get into her fully.

After saying all this, I have to briefly say, I am only a software developer ... ... I write programs. Poetry is a hobby, and so is short story writing. I am merely sharing my perspective on the subject matter. ... it is still your story and your views.

Let see what comes out at the end.

Thanks for reading.

Enjoy.

[izchan]

Raven dear, <SWAN> is incredible. I love it. The two sides of a story told remarkbly

: simply nothing at all

Some say I am a crazy
Some others say I am briliant
why the two extreme ends apply
why not just simply I have something to say
and I said it with passion

Someone once told me a long time ago
there are only 2 sides to a coin
But I asked him then what about the middle?
what about the side that no one sees?
why should it be excluded?
when it is man's ignorance that hid it?

Yet as time passes by and I grow weary
These days I merely stand quietly
minding my own thoughts
no longer intruding into others
do we not have the right to believe?
the facts that which we see
the illusions that we embrace
the meaning where we grow

Why then should others follow my lead
when I too am following someone else
Are we not just students to those who know?
And teachers to those who don't
the vanity that we know all
is one that is strangest of all
At the end
down six feet under
what do we know?
Is there life after death?
Is it merely just a game?
or worst, nothing.
Simply nothing at all.
So be humble and learn.
As even the wisest knows not enough.
and seeks only to achieve one thing.
to live a life of purpose.
so that in death we can rest in peace.

am I loosing my mind?
not sure.

enjoy.

[Tavernology]

Nice poems, Izchan.


As for your story White Raven,I disagree with Izchan. A story rich with emotion can be very compelling, and you needn't lay the focus off of that much at all. I do agree, however, that you do need a bit more of a story there. More actual doing of things, less remembering of stuff leading up to it. Perhaps just telling the story as it happens quickly, then going through the detailed emotional feelings later.

Or something like that, if that makes any sense whatsoever.

[Jedi Gemstone]

I've got two new poems to share with you guys.

Further Away From You

This pain becoming worse
Unbearable of the lies
The hurt you cast upon me
Is scattered around
Like a dozen people
Lieing there helpless
Wanting to die

The moon bears a wazy glow
And its pale complexion daunts my face
As clouds come forth and billowing
Coneacling it
I lost it
My only bit of light

I walk of alone
In the darkness of the night
As its everlasting taste enlightens me
And every second, every step
I will be further away you.

Sorrows Complexion

Crystal clear eyes
A sharp twisted nose
Soft suttle lips
Tears strewn among its hair
A envious creature is the sorrow
Never living, never really there

Surviving from the godly daggers
Which devours its life vCast into sin and oblivion
Death trying to take its life

Hidden in life's waters
Vanquished from dreams
Left in the darkness of nightmares
Sharp, cold
The knifes blade bears the crown
All shall fall to it
Those who repent, cry bitter red tears

The rain falls down and glistens
Pattering like fairies bouncing along the ground
Fluttering along the ground swiftly
Floating in a river
Like a golden hope entrancing away

Sat by the edge
Staring at its crooked complexion
There is sorrow
Never living, never really there.

I've been out of ideas lately so thats why I aint been around. They aren't very good but still oh well.

[White Raven]

Originally posted by Tavernology



As for your story White Raven,I disagree with Izchan...

Uhhhh what story? I'm confused...

[izchan]

He means Lil Vixen ...

Tavern, have to apologize for phrasing it wrongly, could have misguided the girl if I do not change it now. For whatever I said before, all I meant was that you should put in more meaning than just constantly talking about the emotions to it. It needs a little bit more umpph. ... can't find another word to mean what I wish to convey. I keep calling it meaning or soul when I talk to my friends about the same topic. The emotions are part of the meaning, but the whole, it needs more depth. That is what I wised to say.

All and all, I would say that the topic of the story (which I believe is betrayel and forgiveness) is a good template to write on. As I said before, it is just my personal opinion here, and it is still your story. Hope I can still read the final version from you soon. ... Keep on writing.

and Tavern, thanks. ... apreciate the encouragement.

And Jedi ... ... the poems are nice to read. Don't worry about it.
I think a writer once said, the only time when we have nothing to write about, is when we have nothing left to live about. ... I tend to agree with him.

Will try to post later.

Enjoy yourselves.

[White Raven]

Dances

Watching them all slowly move
Beat by beat, foot by foot
Dancing gracefully, hand in hand
All in front of me
And I stand by the wall
My eyes burn in contempt and jealousy
My very spirit seethes with loathing
It isn't fair
All these people here
As I lean by the brick
Nobody asks me to dance
Nobody says a single word
Through the crowd
This way and that
I see my best friend gracefully swing by
In the arms of a boy
She smiles happily at me
And it takes
Everything in me to smile back
This song, it's going on forever
Why did I come here
I don't belong in this room filled with lovers
I'm a misfit
The jigsaw piece from another puzzle
The fitting piece
So far away from me...
I lean on the wall and look down at the floor
Another time wasted.
I walk out of the room
And onto the school field in the dark
And wish I was anywhere but here
I look at the stars
Maybe he's looking at them too
Wish you could have been at that dance, my love.

[Tavernology]

OOps, yeah, I meant Lil Vixen. Sorry, and that's what I meant. There needs to be more stuff happening, not just a flow of emotions, and memories. Still a very good story, tho. Good poems Jedi & Whie Ravn.

[White Raven]

Soul of Crystal

I think
That a long, long time ago
Before earth was made
And before the stars knew they could shine
There were crystals
Billions upon billions, growing in bubbles in space
And they shone those crystals
Happy, each one its own soul
And then time began
The crystals shattered apart
Into many pieces...
And that's when I lost you
I've been looking so long for you
And I see we fit together
So we must have been together once
As two souls of crystal in the infinity
And now I found you
Let's join like we once were

[EnDurA]

I'm finally writing a piece, I've only written one verse so far, but i should be finished it by tomorrow some time.

[izchan]

i await your newest work ...

[Magic_Midget]

Great poems everyone, sorry havent been around WA, been busy with college and on another forum!
____________________________________-

Dusk Till Dawn by Lee

As I lay on my bed to rest
Waiting for 'him' to take me away
To put me to the test
I leave from the light of day....

...welcome to eternal darkness....

To where waters flow red
From the wounds of Fallen Angels,
There mouths open as they bled.

Puritanical satanist delight
Happens only once a night
Every night, our warriors fight
To one day conquer Heaven's light.

...welcome to eternal bliss...

I return from my tormented rest
As I welcome dawn of light
Alive from Heaven's test
Leaving from the darkness of night

[izchan]

Wow Arcane ... I have NEVER imagined the night like that ... my nights are a blissful, ignorant sleep untill day. ... GREATE JOB!!!

: I would have

I would have told you, if I knew
what its like to be alive
as I have yet to know death
I know not the difference between the two

I would have told you, if I knew
what it means to love
as I have yet to know true hate
I know not the difference between the two

I would have told you, if I knew
what it is to be me
as I have yet to be someone else
I know not the difference between the two

Now I know one simple fact
I do not know enough to complain
about how bad my life is
how unfair the world can be
as I have never been more than just plain old me
never lived someone elses life
never felt someone elses pain
so how can I ever say that my life is bad
when it is me that made it that way
no one else can lived my life
only I say what my life can be
only I control what my life will be
me and GOD at least
for I am his child.

Something ... that just poke out of no where.

enjoy.

[White Raven]

A Lullaby, Of Sorts

She falls asleep
Lulled by his hand stroking her cheek
Her breathing deep and slow
Moonlight half illuminates them
As he watches her in bed
And his finger brushes a tear from her away
His touch seems to soothe her
Much more than a mother's touch ever did
He tilts his head to the side in the dimness
The image of his love painted in little blue lines from the moonlight
The sheets gently draped about her, keeping her warm
She lets out a tiny cough
Just a little sound
He smiles lovingly, his hand stroking her soft skin
She had shown signs of waking up
But is since carried off back to innocent slumber
The silk of the sheets and the pillowcases
Give off radiant swirls of whites and blues
The only thing allowing him sight
The full moon and the stars so far away...
Without disturbing her he lies down
Beside her
And places her sleeping face to his chest
His arm cast around her
He looks at those stars...
And back down at her
A rennaissance work of beauty and grace
Brought to life by some unknown master of art
He tucks his chin over the crown of her hair
And closes his eyes
Tender sleep...

[izchan]

Raven dear, nice poem.

Will post something up later.

[White Raven]

Artificial Amniotics

I think we were born with each other in mind
As the metal claws grip the small glass tube
Two tiny embryos, growing in liquid
Simulated womb
Bio engineered to be perfect for each other
Balanced and in harmony
Each cell of the growing brains
Committed to fit exactly with the corresponding one
The one
The embryo whose tube is placed next to mine
I think I remember
Back when my eyes developed
And back when my synapses grew
A spinal tap, a signal, just an inkling of sight
I remember you there, looking back at me
Or is it just amniotic chemicals
A fact's a fact - A computer screen displays
In fast flashing numbers, printed in sharp greens
A wire mesh display of us, predicted models
Everything from hair colour to how fast our nails grow
A light in the amber fluid of birth
Contained in that tubing
Sudden warmth fills the two tubes
Incubation...

[DragonSon]

Silent

I sit aloft in a tree;
Awaiting my next target
At last he appears to me.
My rifle is in my hands
His life as well.
I'm the only thing keeping him
from his alloted time in hell.
The air is still and silent
He attempts to enter his home
Where the corruption of his life
begat this moment.
I load one round;
For that's all I need.
The silencer in place, I never make a sound.
He's in my sight now;
Nothing to stop me.
I slow my breathing to a halt;
My finger pulls back the trigger
I leave as soon as possible, just as I was taught.
For it's silent that I came in;
And silent how I left.
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Not my best work, but it's a start considering how long it's been since I posted last.

-DragonSon-

[izchan]

DragonSon, it is a nice poem, precise and to the point.
Now the following is a poem that should never be posted, ... but here it is anyway ...

: Struck by lightning

GOD made me human
you made me complete
like the missing puzzle in my life
you make it beutiful
saying ur are part of my soul
is no where near to the truth
for you are my life
I do not know what my life will be
but I do know what my life was not
I was never really happy
I was never really content
I was never really smiling
I was never really afraid
I was never really alive
I was never really quite there
until you came along
and my eyes could then see
the clear skies and warm sun
my angel, my love, my eternity

Hope no one chokes on this, .... enjoy.

[DragonSon]

That's a great poem there izchan, you shouldn't be embarrased by it. Nice work.

[izchan]

thanks DragonSon ... ... hope to read more of your work soon.

[DragonSon]

I as well. Right now, I'm at a loss for inspiration. It's been a really long slump.

[lil vixen]

When things are bad and you want to die, just remember to look them in the eye.
When they see you fight and see you cry, always remember to look them in the eye.
When your in pain and they see you sick, remember not to call him a dick.
When your world collides and it spins out of control, remember always they need your hold.
When the drugs stop working, you all of sudden remember the hurting.
Your reality becomes something dark and the fantasies make you feel alive.
You then remember they are there, living in despair.
You try and try to make him see, but he shuts the door and grits his teeth.
What can you do, but want to die, and then you see the little eye....

[izchan]

Lil Vixen, That IS BEATIFUL!!!!!

one of the best!! Definate.
have to ask your permission for this, but can I send it to my friends. It is meaningful and hits the cord right there between my heart.

Incredible.

Hope to get more of these from you!!!

[izchan]

My contribution ... for the day.

: When others fail

Just when I think it could not get worst
my world then falls apart
nothing happends as I planned
the house, the car, the future crashed
I tried to be strong
and move on forward
but my legs feel like lead melted to the floor
it becomes so tiring
figthing and all
giving up seem like a sensible choice
yet I am a pig headed, stuborn fool
that would just not give up to the blues
As I pick up my tattered body
joints aching from head to toe
I keep my eye forward
seeing beyond the horizon
trying hard to catch a glimps
of more obstacles to cross
so that I might say it like sinatra
I did it my way

Enjoy

[DragonSon]

Cradle

Cradle my inner child;
Lest I fall and wither away.
Lend me your resiliance;
For I need the strength to face the day.
Cast me your grace;
In that I am at peace.
Free me from my black hole;
For it is you that I wish to please.

Cradle my sinner's soul;
Cleanse me of the dirt and grime.
Watch me plead for forgiveness;
Asking for more time.
Calmly I find my inner sanctum;
And leave the screams of pain.
Please help me to ignore the cries;
So that I may fly once again.
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Enjoy.

[lil vixen]

Originally posted by izchan
Lil Vixen, That IS BEATIFUL!!!!!

one of the best!! Definate.
have to ask your permission for this, but can I send it to my friends. It is meaningful and hits the cord right there between my heart.

Incredible.

Hope to get more of these from you!!!

sure you can, and thank you =]
That comes from inside me and I can't say it will ever happen again though. I just write what I feel so who knows.

[DragonSon]

Mirror

Mirror on the wall,
Does the reflection I see
Represent me, or the darkness
In entirity?
I look into my eyes,
And there's nothing,
Nothing but my own mistakes staring
Back at me.

Do you reflect me,
Or do I you?
Is the light nothing
But an illusion?
Leading me on to a stupendous
Fall?
Clandestine images of memories past
Flash through my mind as I stand and stare;
Endlessly into the void, the void of my own
Despair.
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Enjoy.

-DragonSon-

[Tavernology]

A Toast.

Raise your glasses, and give a toast.
To the past, and the forgetting thereof.
To the present, and the company we share.
To the future, and all that it may bring.
To darkness, may it be contained.
To love, may it embrace us all,
And may it be True.



Silent Xrytizah

[caitcid]

Flames to the left, flames to the right.
You gasp in horror and scream in fright.
The deadline has passed, you will regret.
Your death in my hands, is all set.

Bloodlust of antipathy raises to the skies
The shrilling vocals began to cry
You didnt care, I know that by clues
It repeats in my head for my reviews.

Splatter of crimson red boil the earth
Feel the pain of the heavy hurting surf
Amputated limbs here and there
I give you my hate, for all I care.


You were no mother, you stupid b!tch
Let your fatty body become a lich
Burn! Burn! Burn! I let your bones melt
I hope you wont forget how I truely felt

I wrote it when I was depressed.

[izchan]

caitcd .. ... welcome to the thread.
Personally, I could actually hear a song, when I was reading your work. Something out of sherell crows melodies, can't remember the name though ...

Anyway, your work is graphical ... no need to imagine very hard of why and what you are saying.

Please post more ...

[duh]

Hell Is A Place On Earth

As I take a look around at this flame
I realize that the devil has just begun his game
World leaders lying to my face
Trying to kill off every other race
For what it’s worth
Oi hell is a place on Earth

I don’t feel safe anymore
I turn on CNN for its blood and gore
Blame everyone but ourselves for our mistakes
Oh yeah that’s just great
Three strikes and I’m out
For this final bought

A planet filled with racism
One more global prison
No talk and an even bigger stick
Our own extinction is gonna happen so quick
Might as well stop giving birth
Oi hell is a place on Earth

Nations dropping bomb after bomb
Landmines on the hillside of Vietnam
Poverty is running wild
And she just laid back and smiled
The deadly virus known as AIDS
No races, just different shades

Sex and money are just two more worries
One is so evil and the other’s just a sin
It’s so funny if you ask me
We pay for sex with abortion fees
With over-population everyone wins
And we’re in one big hurry

Oi hell is a place on Earth
OihellisaplaceonEarth
OihellisapaceonEarth
OihellisaceonEarth
OihelliseonEarth
OihellionEarth
OihellnEarth
OihelEarth
Oihearth
Oihrth
Oith
Oh we judge people by their skin
And we say it is unfair
But when a blonde walks by
We’ll judge her by the color of her hair

Always asking for directions
But life is a one-way street
And I keep on wondering
Why is there hate in everyone I meet?

It would seem like there’s a solution
And, well, maybe there is
Quit asking me so many questions
My life is not a fucking quiz

By: Lyle Wilson

[izchan]

I think there is a place call hell. Am not sure, read it somewhere. Duh ...

Anywayy ... great post.

Hope to have something up before the end of the day.

[Jedi Gemstone]

hey guys
I havent written any poems in quite some time. I've ran out of ideas and ran out of depression to thrive on and my happy poems go wrong so at the moment I dont know what to do I might stop theres no point continuing at this rate. Just see how it goes.
Good poems thought of what I've read, keep it up.