Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[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]

About Fog

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]

Hmmmm

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]

Expanses

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.

[edit] just saw the new one man, if i'd been able to write like that then... what i could do now... [/edit]

[xarajodie]

Snow

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]

how sad

Ian that was beautiful! sigh