Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[S-uper_T-oast]

Poetry for me is an emotion or an experiance that I write on to paper. The hardest part for me is getting started and choosing the way to put the feeling into words. You just have to find your inspiration and then write, but your poem can't just be a jumble of words, it has to paint a picture becuase the words in your poem are the artform you are using to convey the whole experiance you had.

A good way to find inspiration is just to look at your life, everything about it, your past, your present, and your future, and then just paint it on to paper using words.
(Sounds easy eh? lol)

I'm know you can do it, cause like you say you are pretty good wit da english stuff, you just have to find your inspiration and do it.

(p.s. reading other peoples poems is not also fun, it can be useful for helping find your inspiration in other people's work)
#1 Recommendation
Thumb through the 51 pages here in this thread, some of the greatest poems I have ever read are hidden in here and this is by far one of the greatest treasure troves of poems on the internet (Mainly due to izchan's pages of poetry)
#2 Recommendation
EDGAR ALLEN POE - Well know poet, mainly for his Raven poem, but all his stuff is good

The most important thing is remember that not all poems came in nice short rhyming lines, poetry can take many different forms, and it's all up too you to decide.

[izchan]

xzxzzx, I think you have just hit on a point that most of the people here will have different oppinions on.

To some people, poetry is like drawing to an artist. It comes as soon as they hold their pens and everything makes senses.

To others(like me), we are sligtly slower and that we wry to tell a story or a feeling in the most poetic manner that we know. There are plenty of explanation of how to write a poem. Some are more accurate to you then otheres.

yet at the end of the day, I think there is one thing that I believe is common about poetry is that it is an outflow of our thoughts of who we are and what we think. When we hold the pen, we look at a subject and then we start writing about it in the most appropriate manner available to us.

: Questions of the naive

I once question that which we breath
what does it do for us really?
does it make us better
can it make us fly?
What is this air we inhale
can I trust that which I can't see?
I question its usefullness
I can't seem to understand
so much questions for one just learning to speak
could it be just something what our mind needs
a reality that which souls are conceived

The poem on top is much about nothing, but it does touch on faith. Yet one will have to be really reading between the lines to get it.

I believe that poetry is a way to learn about ourselves. Our most inner thoughts, our fears, our happines, our lost. Just look silently into yourself and you will start to find things, some hear songs, some hear stories, some see pictures and some find poetry.

See for yourself. and most probably you already know what you are seeking for.

: Poets Q&A

If there was ever a meaning
I think this would be it
it is a voice in which seldom heard
it is the simplistic interpretation
of a cimplicated mystery
our mind feeds on chaotic patterns
much like a drunken monkey driving a car
zipping through our fragile understandings
debating of which is reality and which are dreams
making sense out of these enstrange ideas
seeking to balance our soul
there is which inspriration flows
that is which poetry grow

I will let some of the others tell their side of story and hopefully you can get a better idea on what poetry is.

in a nutshell ...
Poetry is the simplest form of expression to what we were yesterday, how we are today, and who we are tommorow.

Hope that helps.

[S-uper_T-oast]

|--1 poem by John
|-Blind Sight
|I watch the sunrise in shades of dark
|I watch the sunset in invisible hues
|I watch the world in colors of empty
|I see life as a black sheet
|For I only see dark
|An eternal night
|I was blinded by my own sight
|My pride my bliss
|A run through life, my own selfish wish
|It caused this now
|For I only see dark
|An eternal night
|All because of my own sight
|For even looking is not just seeing
|As we rush life blurs into an eternal night
|For I only see dark
|Blinded by my own sight

[izchan]

Great Poem Toast ...

my mind is still in a flux. Can't think cohenrently to even write anything meaningful. Hope that I get the chance to sleep it off soon.

Talk to you guys later.

[izchan]

Total anger took over me when I wrote this ...

: Bah humbug

Come one, come all
Come see the beginning
come see the end
the lost, the sick and the condemned
the weak, the dying and the extinct
man at their best
best in lying
best in destroying
best in killing
lost are the innocents of eden
gone are the days of faith
we become the stories of nightmare
as fear is our only tale
banish are we from the gates of redemption
only the burning fire of hell awaits
and us, the civilized of humanity
will rot in there for eternity

will talk to you guys late.

[Cleanup]

I always liked the song "Do You Realize" by The Flaming Lips - the tune is great, and the lyrics are cool.

Here.

---

Do you realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize - we're floating in space
Do you realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do you realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize - oh, oh, oh
Do you realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize

[DragonSon]

No poems from me lately. No inspiration I guess. But here's a song by Mudvayne that's really well-written. It's one of my favorite songs from L.D. 50:

-1

Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen behind the doors to a life meaningless less than 0 in me all my walls falling down pains aloft misery
I'm sure that the lessons were learned I'm sure that the punishments went well deserved by the pawn in the plan taste of shit bitterness walk from me everything systematically

Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
To dredge up shit inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
Tell me what I'm supposed to be
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
Tell me what it takes to ascend
Tell me what it takes to live

Patience, pleasures and rewards, come in due time stare at the sun I'm bored in a life meaningless soaking up all of me like the cross you worship life is loss look at me I'm sure that some day we'll wake up I'm sure that some day we'll wake from the dream
Of success and focus...tunneling to the light glowing deep inside of me your taunting I wake up

Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
To dredge up shit inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
Tell me what I'm supposed to be
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
Tell me what it takes to ascend
Tell me what it takes to live
Tell me nOW!
Tell me nOW!

Pain misery distress dismal know where depressed idiot failure
In me......calling......loser......man I'm the
Loser......loser.....loser......in me......who I am....in me....

Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me
Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside of me,
Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside of me,
Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me

Come on
I know youweretheone youweretheone
Numb to feelings inside of me why I've seized my vision
Don't need you to tell me who to be
Don't need you to tell me what to be
Don't need you to tell me how to ascend
Don't need you to tell me how to live

[[Ishan]]

i know this sucks but anyway
________________________________________

The wait....

Enmeshed stars and planets in the sky,
puffs of cloud blown up in style,
herds of night birds flying by,
the silvery moon lighting up all that below lie,
And there i was waiting for a smile,
hoping someone would arrive in a while,
but i kept waiting a lifetime........
...alone......alone all the while.

Sheep and cattle were grazing the grass,
cars and cycles through the streets did pass,
the clouds pouring down their entire mass,
and i was strolling alone.........alas,
nobody to give me company,
nobody to hear my pain,
trying to better relationships........
it all went in vain.

Thunder and lightning flashing all their might,
down came the raindrops in stupid delight,
blurrying the vision of the solar knight,
and i was sitting in the rain keeping tight,
with 'someone' so beautiful in my sight,
my heart did forget to remember my past,
coz there she was, the 'someone' i've been....
....waiting for.....atlast.
___________________________________________________

[Magic_Midget]

Not Letting Go by Lee

When we first met
I saw love in sight
That would change my life
And keep my dreams alive at night

You're beautiful inside and out
Sexy in every way
Your voice is music to my ears
And it makes my day

I've known you for a year
And the love grows stronger everyday
As we dig deeper into our relationship
I feel as if I could never break away

Wherever roads may take us
I just wanted to let you know
I'm always there by your side
And I'm not letting go

[izchan]

Cleanup, welcome back ... ... have not seen u for quite a while. And I agree, the lyrics are good ..

DragonSon, you too, nice to see that you guys are still around and participating. Don't worry about it, I believe that inspirations are like love, they hit you when you least expect it to ...

Ishan ... .. welcome to the thread. If you have manage to read through all our postings in our 52 page, you will know that I tend to say that, no poem sucks, it is only a different perspective to a constant view. or something like that ...

Lee, nice to see you posting again. I was hoping that you will grace us with your presence soon enough. Wish I could see more of your work than having people suffocating from my minute works of trying to be great.

Thank you all for posting ... and I sincerly wish that more will be forthcoming ...

Will try to post something soon.

[izchan]

I am as religious as I can, and this is the kind of understandings I get out of sunday school ...

: Baal's confesion

I am no more lucifer
than the other stars in the sky
I might bring light
but I too bring the possibility of darkness
the bearer of burdens among mortals
I asked not for this duty
yet put upon my shoulder it was
that the morning star had fallen
for duty
for truth
for asking
am I to be blamed for the fault of lesser beings
me the highest among the tall
the essance of beauty and perfection
that which all comes with a price
for when we fall from grace
our names fall with us
and thus the bringer of light
is now the prince of darkness
for I can take back what I give freely
the ability to see what lies beneath
your true identity
that which is what light is suppose to be

Enjoy.

[DragonSon]

Sorry izchan, but you left me no choice. This is my view on religion. It's written by Mudvayne as well:

"Cradle"

Breathe...
Push...
...I lost you, you were my god thought what do I do now
you were never there for me never there to carry me,
26 years looking back that time is gone it was you I believed in look
what you've done to me realize what you've done to

Me

I can't bleed,
I can't bleed,
I wanna break for the life that walked away from me

I can't see going on in this darkness I'm blind beneath my cradle the
bough has broke, I exorcise my loss your lie the punishment

It takes time to try to mend the wounds of all the suffering,
What do I do now all I'm asking from you please send me a sign to
guide me through the times that lie in front of me I'll get by
myself

Look at me now, a piece of shit like you.
Look at me now, you left me so fuck you.

Everybody leaves me, everybody's gone.
Watch my father leave me, there's nobody left.
Feels like I've never been loved.
Everybody leaves me, never gave a shit about me.
Everybody's gone, I'll rot in my head alone.
I don't give a fuck about you, go the fuck away .

Fake being, inside of my heart you are the liar.
Innocence displaced.
Been left.

Here I stand now and I'm alone,
With no one to comfort me.
One set of footprints in the sand.
No one to take my hand, I'll .
I'll walk through as long as I need.
I'll drift through my life though I'm alone.
Outgrown the cradle that once housed me
And I've found that all I need is
Me.

Found I've never needed you to push through
All the shit that stacks up inside of my life.
Endless plight that circulates through my body.
I'll keep stumbling, beating, pummeling
Teething on the rind and renounce my being.

I can't see going on.

I can't see
I'm so tired, of trying to mend the wounds of all my suffering.
What do I do now?
All I'm asking from you please,
Send me a sign
To guide me through the times that lie in front of me.
I'll get by myself

I can't see going on fuck it.

[izchan]

Ah, religious topics are so ... delicate.
I have only one request, that is to keep it civil and I hope that no one gets offended by our work.

I would like to say thank you for all your support.

Enjoy.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Moved by the spirit?
religion blah blah, not my exact view, but ya.
|--1 Haiku by John
|-God's Wish
|My god walks with me
|Along every path I take
|Always watching me
|
|He never helps me
|Never hindering as well
|Much like my shadow
|
|My shadow I see
|I can never see my god
|Sight based existance

Blah, a lil haikus stuff based on one of the prolly one of the most used arguments against gods existance, the whole I CANT SEE HIM HE DONT EXIST bit, now while I myself don't beleive in the whole great god the major religions force down your throat, I do beleive in the existance of a higher form of life. Call that a god, or whatever you want, I don't really feel it nessecary to discuss theology here in a poem thread.

[izchan]

Toast dude ... ... very well written.
Can't put it any better myself.

Am in limbo mode now ... so poems will have to wait for a while.

[izchan]

it is a lyric to a tune in my mind ...
cant sing it to you but it is catchy ...

: Simple ways

I only wanted to give you wings
so that you can soar in heaven
seeing that which you have never seen

feeling the strength of being
someone that you never knew you could be
I wanted to free you of your fears

Take it up and fly away
So much more is installed
all you need to do to make it so
just believe and dream

Enjoy.

[izchan]

My week have not been good to me ... and I have 4 more to go ...

: When it hits the fan

At any part of the day
my entire life could change
without any clues of when it will come
it could be between my meals
or before I leave the office
might even be during my daily game time
whatever time it may be
it always does what it does
it takes my normal life
and turns it awry
it can be a simple banana on the floor
or the baseballs breaking my window
and there is the possiblity of my past mistakes
that comes haunting back at me
many reason, so many variations
but ultimately it does one common thing
it ruins whatever day I have previously
and will continue so untill I realize
that I have to come to terms with it
and live on with one more burden on my mind
eventually it gets stored away in that little realm
the place that we keep old memories
at the end I might learn to smile again
untill the next disaster strikes.

En ... well .. just read it.

see you guys tommorow.

[Magic_Midget]

dont worry it'll turn to be better than you would think....

[izchan]

thanks lee.

I am a worry wart for a period in every year. It just comes and then it crushes my spirit. Quite vulnerable during these times, as I am very much in a total depressed mood. Anything can push me over the edge. Which nearly happend in my sophmore year.

: Vulnerable

I am not my best
weak and trembling
afraid to even utter a word
in defence of my fragility
they say what's the big deal
its only in your mind
but they don't understand
that I am dying inside
all I wanted was some peace and quiet
a time for me to recuperate
a period for me to rebuild myself
yet most people see it as a flaw
why does he need to fall?
he is suppose to be strong, they say
he is unbreakable, they think
no one trully appreciates
the softer side of a strong wall
I am but my normal being
I too take one step after another
no matter how high I might climb
I would need to come back down
just to breath again
just to be cared for again
that is how we keep our sanity
this is what makes us human

Enjoy.

[izchan]

I am in trouble.
I have an addiction.
and it is killing everything I care about.

: Fighthing the imposible

I could not stop myself
it fills my head whenever I am sober
I just need a little more
there is nothing to worry about
but why am I slower now
how come I make more mistakes
I can't seem to see properly
there must be something wrong with my spectacles
my mind is in a blur
nothing seem to make good sense anymore
maybe just a little
a little wont really hurt me right?
I know what I am doing
I should because its my life I am screwing
oh god why do I do this
why do I always choose the easy way out
sometimes I wonder out loud
I am just trying to destroy it all
an addictions to something that I should not have
please let me wake again
as I am living in this nightmare
breaking through the pain
holding up the withrawal
its hard but I must try harder
if I ever want to live normal again
I have break this
or forever live in denial

it's not drugs or liquor but it has the same effect.
I need to stop it.
this is going really going to hurt.

see you guys tommorow.

[izchan]

I am feeling much better now, the withdrawal symptons are there, but its managable.

: Withdrawal

Its dark even when the lights shine in
I can't see the end to this suffering
yet I can't go back
it would be worst
I can only guess on what will happend
eventually I just to need to hold tight
so many little things
knawing at my subconcious level
the urge, the yearning of it biting into my soul
alas, I must not
if I turn now, I will forever fall in
no more strikes left for me
I must endure this pain now
and hold my peace forever
or face eternal damnation
I only wish I knew when it would end
so that I can sleep again

All I can do now is go jogging everytime I have the urge. And I have been jogging alot, my feet hurts.

Enjoy.

[izchan]

For those who followed my poems for the pass few days will know that I am infact having issues with my personal life. It is not the romance, it is not the meaning of it. It is an addiction. Now as I have clarified earlier, it is not drugs or liquor. The one thing that I am addicted to now is stupidity. Yes my friends, stupidity.

I am always making the wrong decisions not because I don't know that it is bad, but because I ignore the fact that it is bad. it is like I am trying very hard to do the wrong thing.

It has been a while now since my last urge to perform that act. And the rehab seems to be working. Only vigilance now can save me, because according to my doctor, it is not something that can be fully healed. Even when the scars dissapear, the poison will always be there.

: Linear Path

The pain pulsing in my head
ever so reminding me of my mortality
I so much wish that I could do more
in this limited time and space
yet all is fated
destiny
rebel against it
and you will still serve it
what more can we do
other than to see this
from a different point of view
maybe someday I would finally understand
why did GOD even made us man
with so much weakness and frailty
just so that we cherish our limited time?
so that we are forced to face reality?
or just to play with our sanity.
at the end I resign
you win, I loose now lets get on with it

Enjoy.

[izchan]

I have been reading alot of online stuff lately, books, comics and poems. It is starting to dawn on me that there are so many talents out there that has a way of making a living by doing what they like best.

I have of course love to write, but i don't think that my work will warrant a paying audiance. Still that is why I post in this little obscure thread and pretent that I am still able to live my dream.

: Dreams

it might mean nothing to you
it could be insignificant
you might not even catch it in your radar
like the dust that settles on your cheek
yet to me it is different
it is more than just words
it is my deepest emotions
my dreams and my hope
it might be as simple as an autumns breeze
that brings out the hidden sights
which no one bothers to look
I see it and feel it deeply
does it matter if it is fantasy
doesn't dreaming makes us human
if but for only a moment
we live in a perfect world
the dreams become reality
that is when I wish will die

I wonder sometime if anyone even bothers to read this 52 page thread. Still ...

Enjoy.

[White Raven]

.:: Trains, Bones, and Ghosts ::.

Please wait...
Don't you go...

I guess it's useless
To hold on to a scrap of dreamcloth
Won't you wait for a moment
In life I was so vibrant
But I've waken
I know this

So wait...
Please wait...

Please...
Smile for me one more time
Don't you go...

Yes, the train has left the station now
And I'll never be the same
Please don't you turn away...

Unsober me
Numb me just once more...
Your life is a drug...

Yes, the train has left the station now
Don't you go...
And I'll never be the same
Please don't leave...
Without you there is nothing but an ocean
Please don't abandon me...

The ghost follows
So please don't you go
And leave me with its moans

But I guess you haven't listened
Or perhaps my words weren't heard
Perhaps they just weren't good enough
Like all the rest of me

I have a blindfold on...
I wish you hadn't gone...

See, this ghost is a gun
Following me like a black dog

Please come back...
Don't sentence me to this room alone...

My hands have lifted the ghost to my mouth
If I can't be yours
If I can't be that
Then twitch my finger just so lightly

I start to cry
But like so many things I do it doesn't matter
I notice the slats of the wooden floor beneath my feet
I can't see but I know the blue of twilight is here

Why did you go...
Why did you abandon me...
Please come back...

One of my tears falls and hits the ghost
Or did it go right through I didn't notice
Because I'd twitched my finger
Because you weren't here
Because I was more alone than I could fathom
Because I couldn't take the screaming in my head

I don't remember how I hit the floor
I don't even remember falling
I don't remember the sound of the gun as it clattered dully on the floor
I don't remember the heavy feel of my body

But I do remember that I knew I was gone.

[izchan]

Raven, that is beautiful ... is it a lyric to a song of yours? I can hear music at the background ... a guitar struming away its chords.

: Mesmerize

Looking into your eyes
I see a mirror
reflecting all there is
showing all there were
my past, present and future
all neatly bundled inside there
what powers you have on me
I can't say for sure
but I do know this
I can look into your eyes forever
my precious love
my life

the days has just begun ...

enjoy.

[izchan]

This is just came out of nowhere while I was making coffee five minutes ago. There is a tune that goes with the first half of it, the other is just words that flowed when I was typing.

: I've gotta say now

I've gotta say now
that I am wandering
if the reason that you left me was true

I've gotta say now
that I am wandering
if anything I've seen is real

You took my heart out
and went for a spin
you made me feel like
that I was born to be king
And then you sing now
this song of solitude
asking me that if I'm for you

I would have given you my left arm
just to sit there by your side
I would have given my right arm
just to make sure that is stays that way

What more can you ask me
when all I am, I have given to you
What more can you think of me
when all I am, is to give you happiness and thrills

then one day,
just out of the blues
you left me a letter telling me you are going back to school
and that I have become a distraction to your way of life
that I am a burden that holds you from flight
as I shower you with my effections
you see it as being drowned alive
so you have to leave me
and go on your journey
so that you could become more than you are
so sorry that you could not see
in my eyes, you are more than what you are
that to me is real
that to me is you

Enjoy.

[White Raven]

Grief is a song, Iz...

[izchan]

is it now? ...
Well I like hope, love and insanity as well ...
the melodies are entrancing ...
something that I loose myself into ...

Don't you?



will post something later.

[Magic_Midget]

Purified by Lee

There were always dark clouds hanging low,
Yet the thin thread of hope shone through,
Almost lost hope when things didn’t go well,
Praying that one day I can break away from my prison.

One day, I heard the choruses of angels so near,
Tears of joy burst forth from my eyes when they appeared,
Brothers and sisters alike with hearts of pure gold,
Provided the warmth I need from inside this cold chamber.

Talking in sweet soothing tones, saying that God has heard my cries,
They all worked together and broke the bonds holding me captive,
Lifting my ravaged body and healing it with their touch,
Feeling as light as a feather when the burden was lifted off,
I began to fly away and leave all the past behind.

The darkness faded and I basked in the glory of hope,
Thanks to these faithful servants of the Lord,
I now have another chance to begin life anew,
And it’s all thanks to you.

[White Raven]

.:: Respect Your Animate Nothings ::.

poking at a corpse
asking for an answer
whatever happened to
respect for the dead

isn't it enough that you killed it
you murdered me
isn't it enough that you seized it
you strangled me
isn't it enough that you kissed it
you tempted me

Oh why
why do you ask the unspeaking
to sing you songs of glory
when you cut out their tongues
so mute, mute, mute in their tragedies...

isn't it enough that you killed it
you murdered me
isn't it enough that you seized it
you strangled me
isn't it enough that you kissed it
you tempted me

with a look so listless
you run from the silence
did it never occur to you
that i was bleeding too much to speak

isn't it enough that you killed me
you murdered me
isn't it enough that you seized me
you strangled me
isn't it enough that you kissed me
you tempted me

so whatever did happen to
respect for the dead
begging for a flower
placed on the grave

don't walk across...
don't you walk across...
don't walk across...
don't you walk across...

[mikeflca]

I wonder sometime if anyone even bothers to read this 52 page thread.

of course..... even though I gave up poetry long ago....

[izchan]

helo mikefla, it has been a long time since we have heard from you. How is your health, getting better i hope.

personally, I am very proud of the two latest poem from lee and raven, it is not only inspiring, it gives me a sense of warmth, like that tiggling feeling just before I have sex. It is that good for me ...

I can only hope to try to be my best among talents like these, so that I might not embarass myself.

: Accensions

Let it be
Make it so
what is it
that makes it glow
why do that
when you can do this
and life can begin
like the river flows
how is it something so simple
can make illusions so complex
bending light and physics
so that you can take flight
what makes a man
and what makes a monster
who is to say that
I often ponder
am I worthy of this sword
these words that others have uttered
wisdon, courage and above all patients
virtues I strive to achieve
yet living with vanity, greed and fear
it is hard climb up
so many obstacles
so little time
only one life time to spend on an eternity of decisions

Here is my try on our latest poetic trend ...

enjoy.

[izchan]

Here is a poem that I found on the net. I read it and I felt that I needed to share it with you all.

I found it at http://www.literarymama.com/creative...es/000230.html

Things You Don't Know
by Jennifer Duval White

You don't know that she pees behind the house with That Girl
whose mother doesn't give a damn.
You don't know that she writes her name on many small and empty places that she shouldn't,
but that no one notices anyway.

You don't know that That Girl spit in her face at school today, and laughed.
Or that she makes her come into the bathroom stall at lunchtime while she goes.
You don't know what they talk about when they sit,
all bundled from the cold,
on the clean-plowed center of the cul-de-sac,
while you look out the window.
Or why she comes home with those, sad, ice blue eyes
that make you want to hold her and shake her and tell her that she's good.
You don't know if you're to blame if she's not.


You don't know why she cut off her hair
or why she scratched an X on the wall with an empty ballpoint pen.
Or why it's so easy for That Girl
to talk her into walking on the ice,
going too far down the street,
pulling down her pants.
You don't know where she learned the word "wiener."
You don't know that at six, she's seen more wieners than you have at 32.

You don't know
until she climbs into your bed,
and sits on your stomach
and purges her guilts upon you
until she collapses,
and sleeps with her head
like a weight on your chest.
You don't know
when her limbs got so long
or where her baby fat went,
or what you're going to do about all this in the morning.

You don't know anything about little boys,
and you thought you knew about little girls,
but you were wrong.
You don't know.

Jennifer Duval White writes from her home in Massachusetts, where she lives with the love of her life and their four young daughters. Though she spends her days as a stay at home mom and writer, most evenings she can be found conducting a small church choir or performing in regional theatre. Jennifer has been published at Haypenny, and recently won first place in a short fiction contest at Writer Online

[izchan]

I had not done much to make things better since my last withrawal. am still struggling to stand up.

: Premonitions

The day started well
then it became confuse
it took me for spin in unknown space
so now I am lost
can't see where I should go now
where is that sign that points home
I need some help now, anyone?
in the movies now will be the time
where the strange stuffs happend
an angel or a devil
an alien or just mr.spock
will come and say to me
Boy, in this world we live in
nothing is what it seems
you have the choice to see it
in anyway you wish
but which way to see it
is entirely up to you.
Do you want to look at it in pink?
or just cherrie bloosomed
or dark and wet
evil and sinister
your choice, your world
me I would not know
I am but a figment of your imagination
can you wake up now
and I can be just another memory
just remember in the end
it is you that matters, nothing else
then I would wake up in the office confuse
so is this real now
just just another dream
then I remember, does it matter?
it is how I see it that counts.

enjoy.

[izchan]

Here is todays poetry.

: Struggling Soul

Showing up and saying the words
standing there and seeing the world
Being good and going no where
backing up and running away
so much to see and do
I can't seem to decide where to go
and so much more to sing
even though the lyrics does not say a thing
so why do we go on living
running up this up hill lane
why does the rain keep coming
soaking me from lifes misgiving

And then we come and go today
and shout our grivance to god today
making the finger to all thats grey
what do you want from this broken faye
ah the lost of innocents inside
ripping out the lungs of lies
taking all my hidden urges
and splaying it anew
what more can this shell of a ghost
can give to this empty soul

Lost in the mist
I still want to live
chocking up the blood inside
and spitting out my guilt
nothing more and nothing less
can earn my peace with life
just give it everything
and pray that it be nice
as the curtains come down
and I lay in my bed
so much more and so much less
will earn my peace in death

Enjoy.

[S-uper_T-oast]

|--1 poeem by John
|-True Goals
|Silently Stalking
|My unseen prey
|The game continues
|Endlessly it seems
|Each passing day
|A little closer
|But from something else
|Further away
|Is the goal worth what's lost along the way?
|Only one way to see
|An unfair truth in an unfair world
|By then it's far too late

Poetry at 3am hungover.... weee

[izchan]

Dear John,

The poem was great,
The hangover was not,
Get some lemon tea
or you will regret
the headache it wraughts

From
Izchan

Something different ... ... but do get some lemon tea ... it works for me.

never down too many jacks or jims in one night ... regrets piles up in the morning after.

[izchan]

This is not really a poem, but I changed it abit to feel like one.

: subtle

The subtle difference
between the possibles
and the impossibles
is that the fact of
one knowing how to do the other

It just popped into my mind while taking my shower this morning.

Enjoy.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Nice poems izchan . I'm not a big fan of lemon tea, but my freind makes a really great tea, no idea what all goes in it, but it comes out good. It is kinda blueish in color too.

[izchan]

I am a big fan of tea and coffee ... it is the only thing that keeps me going after 72 hours of work ... :P

have been having these huge headaches everytime I drink too much of mister walker ... so have to go back to drinking tea instead.

helps with the creative juice too.

Will post something up later.