Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[izchan]

Raven ... I have seen Karma so well written ... ...

: Blind fool

Dust in the eye
like fire burning
caused me to loose sight
as the mistake was just the begining
flapping around like a damm fool
I tumbled and kicked
causing more harm
than all the good I wanted to do
such stupidity, ignorance and vanity
what I needed was to stop
slow down and be calm
to use what I have
rather than dwell on my lost
I would have heard the voices
asking me if I needed their help

Inspired by my own vanity ...

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

Alida, your writing has improved so much over the months on Winamp as well as on DA! Keep up the good work and the ideas flowing!
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Choking On Nothing by Lee

Waiting, she never came
And life will still be the same.

Growing tired of this pain,
Driving me absolutely insane.

Choking on nothing
Even if I found something
Though there was little trust
I still walked on fragile crust.

Here I am, alive and well
To hear the stories you tell
Savour every moment of this,
Down to the last kiss.

I may dream forever in my bed,
Remember all the promises you said.

Life without you continues to be the same,
You were my catalyst, but you never came.

[White Raven]

Thanks guys!

This is another one for Raz... My mum and I had another fight about me seeing him this summer...

.:: Ten Perfect Cherries ::.

My thoughts were filled with cherries
As I went out this afternoon
But my mind swiftly changed subject
To single thoughts of you

With ease I picked some cherries
Marvelled at them so;
Their two-toned skins gently shining
Their plump fresh bodies aglow

I rolled seven a'twixt my fingers
And into the silver bowl
Two more I found just growing
The small bowl was just about full

Nine perfect cherries were sitting
In that silver bowl that shone
And it was then that I saw it
But almost at once, my hope was gone

On the tip of a long craggy branch
Was the most perfect cherry I'd ever seen
It looked so round and juicy
It shone with a delicate sheen

As I stretched my body out to pick it
I knew it was just too far
My fingers couldn't even brush it
The inside of my head turned to tar

It was then that my mind just realised
That that little cherry was you
So perfect, the only thing I focused on
And it was the distance that made us blue

A chirp heralded the presence
Of a fat bird, come to land
It stirred the branch just enough
And the cherry fell into my open hand

Perhaps things do have a happy ending
Like that cherry in the back yard
At last ten perfect cherries rested
Like ten songs, composed by an ancient bard.

[izchan]

Raven dear, can't you have picked another fruit? Cherries gives me the wrong ideas ... ... just joking. Please no sexual harrassment joke here.

I agree with Lee ... ravens writting has grown much more mature and for some reason, grown more depth. It is hard to believe that such a young person having such old soul ...

: Total Dominance

A twisted mistake
an uncalled for coinsidance
I never asked for that miracle
and here I am receiving it full
I wandered this world
alone and happy
my walls were high
and nothing was crappy
yet a horn made from heaven
blown by mortal man
broke down my defence
and left me in pain
how much I wish that she never came
she brough great sorrow
as well as great confusion
my world no longer works as it have
martial law have been declared
and I am my own prisoner
as I bend my knees for you
I relinquish my soul
a subject in your domain
I become nothing

Have any of you ever had this feeling that when you see the one you love, you wished you were dead rite then, because that is the climax of your entire life?

Well ... food for thought.

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

Damn Iz, that's a pretty good point. But with our actions we can make ourselves climax plenty of times. If we die we get no more climaxes.
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Wheels of Fate by Lee

Why do we hurt ourselves again and again,
When will it stop?
As the cogs keeping turning out our fate,
How may we correct it before it's too late.

Each rotation spins for our future,
With a rustic cacophonous overture,
Dancing when its good, moping when sad,
Or both at the same time, neither good nor bad.

Always wondering if the wheels stop spinning,
And there's no purpose or meaning,
How may we correct it before it's too late,
Or will we perish at the wheels of fate.

[izchan]

I knew I should not have started with those sexual implicated wordings .. now even Lee gets infected by it.

: Vengence

Were you faking it?
was it just a lie?
I thought I knew you
Now I am no longer sure why
I gave you everything
and you said you did too
but at the end
you just left me there
just to show me you could be cruel

was it all a lie?
Were you faking it all?
I no longer trust the truth
everything I know is a blur
as the seeds of doubt enclose me
I see the last light blink away
so goes the hope
so goes the dream
only nightmares are left with me
as I scream my last breath
for a vow that I could not keep
I'll be back with vengence
and make you pay

So much anger.
let go you must.
for anger, dark side it will lead.

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

Bah, I'm already addicted...lol
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Face hidden behind a silk veil,
Hiding the sorrow that lurks,
She walks with a ghostly stride,
As her velvet dress glides along
Broken memories of a shattered past.

Gouged by hate, blinded by love,
Once blue azure eyes now windowless,
Entombed by anguish, drowning her soul,
Ceasing any life into the black cesspool,
And her heart is as gray as the walls around.

Clouded by visions of that fateful day,
When hate and love stole her spirit away,
She feels as old as time, but felt like yesterday,
Hoping one day someone will open the door,
So the light can embrace her once more.

Patience is a virtue, they've always said,
As she dreams amongst cobwebs and dust,
Remembering the past was the norm,
Moreover, something was different,
Hearing a distant voice telling her that we're almost 'here'.

Awoken by a loud rumbling down below,
Ivy covered stones crumble to the floor,
Her 'tomb' is falling apart, torn open by some force,
Light shone through the opening cracks,
The voice in her dream was closer now.

The earthquake created an opening in the wall,
Where she heard the soft quell of the waves,
And the smell of salt air filled the still room,
Breaking the seal of darkness around her,
The voice was just outside her newly created door.

Walking into the light, feeling it's warmth,
Melting the ice that emcompassed her heart,
A southern wind lifted the veil revealing her face,
The sorrow in her eyes wiped away as she opened them,
And her sad aura stripped away by the rays of sun.

The voice called from above, "It's time to leave",
"Paradise is waiting, release yourself".
An aura surrounded her body, and she felt herself 'leaving',
Her shell crumbles to the sand and dies,
As she fades from the world under cerulean skies.

[izchan]

Lee ... that is beautiful.


I will try to post something up later on today.
am kind of tired from rushing around lately.

See u guys later.

[Magic_Midget]

ty izchan!

This is one these write here that could get me in trouble one of these days...
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Suicidal Faith by Lee

Beaten down the path by hatred,
As I hold my wounds that bled,
Leaving a trail of tainted blood,
Clinging to my body like mud.

Looking to the sky for signs of hope,
But I hang my spirits low and cope,
No one wants this poor old soul,
Quivering against wind so cold.

But I keep on going, hoping for death to pass me by,
So I can ease my mind and finally die.

Release the pain and nightmares from my head,
Leave my body lying in the cold, dead.

I can't escape my cage, the key is gone,
Tired of being everyone's pawn,
Freedom I loathe in my sleep,
Awakened by the scars burning me deep.

Molded into 'them', hollowed and empty,
There's nothing much left of me,
They took it all away over the years,
I'm left with sorrow-filled tears.

But I keep on going, hoping for death to pass me by,
So I can ease my mind and finally die.

Release my pain and silence the nightmares from my head,
Take my soul to a better place, and leave my body, dead.

[izchan]

Lee ... I would say that every poem we write, we write a part of ourself in it. Might it be imaginative or pure whims of fantasy, but it is part of us and our thoughts are what makes us individuals and unique.

I would hope that by writting out of deepest fears and our hiddens thoughts, we might be able to purge our souls of the pressure that it hides. Eventually allowing us the strength and wisdom to stand down and seek assistance.

: Mirrors of life

Like a child we run and hide
afraid of the consequences
we would rather die and face the truth
about what we trully are within our faces
the inner soul has a thousand mirrors
each reflecting a part of the whole
combined we see our life
that which we could have controlled
yet these fragments of individuality
comes to us only in our sleep
like fantasies from a book
we think of it as dreams
yet so much truth it tells
it is hard to conceives
that the drunken monkey
could have come up with it
so heed your inner voice
listen to its words
and learn what we desire
and act accordingly
some might be proper
some could be irrelevent
some will be dangerous
some can be fruitfull
as one who is conscious of our decisions
we play the role of leader
a leader of our virtue
a leader of our sins

[Magic_Midget]

I believe my poetry is getting more transgressive and emotional. But hey, it's all a part of my release...
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Scarred by Lee

My scars, they hurt so badly,
When I was beaten by my daddy,
He did it for pleasure or when he was mad,
And he made me grew up to be very sad.

The flesh on my back is crisscrossd with lashes,
Sometimes getting infected and forming rashes,
I wonder if he did it out of spite and malice,
But either way I couldn't get away or resist.

Each lash brought me tears,
And it continued on for many years,
Even after he was sent to prison,
I still feel the pain within.

I can't go without a day,
Thinking of how I was treated this way,
With scars burning into my me,
Wishing I could heal and be free.

Kept on living as if it was my fault all along,
And what I did in the past was wrong,
But how the heck should I know,
I was only four years old.

My birth was unplanned, I was an accident,
Believed I was the cause of my torment,
If only I obeyed, I wouldn't have been hurt so badly,
But it won't matter, because I have an abusive Daddy.

[izchan]

... a trancession ...

Will try yo post something later. but no promises. As I am again stuck with a unreasonble dateline.

enjoy.

[Magic_Midget]

post whenever the thought arrives my friend..no need to rush

[izchan]

I woke up today and I cried.

: no longer

I seldom think of it
never really noticed
going through it everyday
expecting things to be there everyday
then one morning I wake up
and everything has changed
nothing is the same anymore
you no longer walk into my room
and wake me for school
you no longer tell me to drink my milk
for its good for my health
I no longer get the chance to say it loud
I love you mother
I always did
and now I no longer can
for you are no longer there
as I sit here alone
in my empty room
remembering the times you are here
and I cried my silent tears
for you are no longer there to wipe it away

later people.

[Jedi Gemstone]

Iz long time no see! Sorry about the absences everyone I aint written anything overly intresting lately.
Mind you I had a really good idea in my exam so I came out with writing all over my hand and I'm surprised they didn't stop to see it wasn't answers for the exam, but yeah anywayz, hows everyone been? Thought I'd pop in and say hi.
I've got two new poems from myself, They're not very good because it has been sometime since I last sat down to write, my style hasnt changed, but I hope you like them, criticise them all you want.

Confusion

I don’t know why, but I feel a mess today
I don’t understand how I broke myself again
As all the anger, hurt and pain
Current back to me in a cascade of faradising silence
I don’t even realise its back
Until those thoughts are chocking me

You sit there watching, scared of my tears
As you whisper you love me, you’ll always be here
Yet words have no effect on me
Not anymore
All of them have been said by a previous love
Then washed away by bitter rain, stabbing me in the back

Eye for an eye

As sorrowing moans beckon my tears
Sobs choke at my throat
As I sit tearful upon a burning crypt
Engulfed by its flames
I bury our love upon a bloody child hood
Watching it all fade away

Dark clouds fill my sky
Crying a million crimson tears
As there depression pelts and crashes around me

The devil scratches at the edges of darkness
Trying to bury my light
I breathe, trying to stop the wailing of my heart
Trying to silence my world for the last time

As lust and the seven sins
Become beautiful to those of greed
I become lost in blossoms of screams

Anger of violation twisting at me
Chocking at me
Building up hatred in my heart
Anger becoming more than an expression
It becomes an art
Portraying the hurtfulness and greed, that we feel in this world

Revenge is “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”
But by doing that we’ll all become speechless and blind.