poetry? anyone??????

[KentDog]

i like these.

Thank you so much, Little Wing. I was actually pretty self-conscious about posting them online, since I don't like to show people that side of me. I may share more later, but be forewarned, they are pretty much all emo.

 

[SYN]

Whisper,
Taking my hand in yours.
Eyelashes flutter,
Parting to reveal dull eyes.
Sigh to avert the gaze of empty.
Say it a little louder.

The look of confusion and worry.
The eyes of a best friend,
An everything.
Lips move to speak in urgency,
But pressed fingers hush.

Take a seat,
Take a moment
To study the animal before you,
Dressed in the same tired jeans.
That faded look of once miraculous eyes.
Now they’re just a tomb.
What life used to lie inside?

My problems.

I can’t solve them.
Maybe I don’t want to.
I might like being broken.
After all I was born that way.
I’ve been hurting for a lifetime.
For every wrong decision,
Every mistake.
For anything.

You beg, desperate for an idea,
How to take away the pain.
Remember when I used to laugh?
When I used to smile?
The one who could face the world.
Before the weight fell on my shoulders,
And I started drowning.


I look at the pleading being before me,
And do nothing more.
No reply, no nothing.
You hear it but don't take it in.


So desperate,
So desperate and begging
For a chance to make it better.
Close your eyes.
Breath deeply.
Wish you could make it better.

"You can't hide from this.
Don’t you see that you can't?"


"I try, baby I try"
Tears moistening your vision.

"Don’t leave me."

"That will never happen."
But I can't promise that.

"The lies hurt."

Reaching up for light,
The hands of darkness pull me down.
We won't be running away tomorrow.
I’ll still be hurting.
You’ll still be trying to help.
Trying isn't enough.

Yet the determination on your face,
It hurts as you try to save me.
From falling.
To save my heart from falling.
But it's slipping right through your trembling fingers,
And all I can do is watch as love is destroyed

 

[SYN]

Magic 8 Ball

I finally got the nerve
To tell myself that everything would be okay
But you went away
And now I'm stuck here wondering

Will it ever get better?
Will the rain dry away?
And will the sun come out
Will you play with me?
So I'll be okay

I finally got the nerve to talk to you
And after fumbling and falling
And tripping on all of my words
All that you heard was

Will it ever get better?
Can the weather get wetter?
I just don't wanna stay

 

[goob]

A filthy sneer, a demon's grin,
to be the best, born to win,
laughing fast, downward glance,
your efforts lame, oh how I dance,
foot on grave, enjoy your rest,
soon to believe, I am the best,
I am diamond, to your stone,
lyrics bare, stripped to bone,
calling time, on this lesson,
spitting bullets, smith and wesson,
oh the irony, oh the invention,
this thread's poetry, equals pretention.

 

[Nate K]

Lifting keeps you sane. Let me go, drugs really got a hold of me. Standing next to you, who are you, stuck. Get the fuck out, straight.



Haha, hehe. What is "I" when you change so easily. Look and see, not only by light, look and see with all senses-bright. The head "thinks" up with these little things to say. Shut your mouth and express what's really there.

 

[Little Wing]

these are all good.

 

[MCx2]

Perched (song, acoustic)

I've climbed to the top of the tallest tree, for miles and miles I'd see, my true love came to me.
But I've fallen, steady and fast, so hard to the ground, and there's no one I know, around.

Maybe this time, there's a lesson to be learned?
So many bridges burned, so many stones left unturned.
As for me, I'm left here, all alone. Strangely enough I feel content, I feel at home.

Follow my heart, more so now than ever before. Pick up the pieces that cover my floor.
Ironed my shirt and I polished my shoes, a cure for these thinking blues, a cure for you.

I know that this time, there's a lesson that I learned.
Mending the bridges burned, collecting stones that I earned.
As for me, I am perched, I remain here all alone. But still I'm content, still I'm at home. I'm home.

 

[maniclion]

Psychological Warfare

This is boxing, a sport of seventy or more percent mental,
Only thirty percent physical, if even that much.
To force her to love you ???
To think you are always right,
You must hit from different angles,
Time everything perfectly.
In the game of love,
It???s not just you and her,
Many people are involved.
Your corner ??? her corner ??? the promoters ??? They are
Your friends ??? her friends ??? mutual friends ???
Use them to your advantage.

Every opponent is different.
Each opponent may require a different strategy
To break down.
Some require more physical to overwhelm,
Some require more mental.
The key is to adjust your game ???
Never become too predictable.

Every boxer???s career has its highs and its lows.
Train hard ???
Train properly ???
You will become that much closer to perfecting your game.
Even after a loss, take what you have learned with you
In the path for glory.

But be cautious,
This is a sport of high stakes.
A loss could very well affect your pick of future opponents, and
Lead to less quality opposition.


Here's one I scrapped after it was ripped apart by my prof, although it was well received by my peers:

For Those Short Moments (DRAFT)

I see her across the room
Twice a week
But we don???t speak
I don???t even know her name
But I think of her liking me
And my life is no longer dull
For those short moments

She is so beautiful
But so is my girlfriend
I miss her so much
But not for those short moments.


Another:

Short Skirt, Long Socks

I love seeing girls walking around
In short skirts and long socks.
It???s so sexy.
I mean, talk about a winning combination.
It surely gives pizza and beer a run for its money.

It???s so hypnotic.
It???s one of those things that once you see,
It???s in your head for a while.
Like the taste of tacos when you burp
Two hours after eating some.

You know how in movies when a sexy girl is trying to distract the bad guy so
The good guy can steal whatever back it is they got stolen from them to begin with and
You???re like, ???that would never happen in real life!????
Well it would if she were wearing a short skirt and long socks.

Short Skirt and Long Socks Girl would make a great television show or something;
I would watch that garbage. I???m watching it now.


This one was written when I cared about a girl:

Picture Perfect

The smell of leaves drying carries through a subtle breeze.
It is a faint smell, but without it
There is no feeling of autumn.

Nina and I walk through the park,
Hands held together gently.
It is a picture perfect scenario
Frequently dreamt of and desired by so many.

I turn to her ??? hands no longer hugging
But rather on her waist they now rest.
I lean forward ??? leaves politely fall around us
As we kiss.


These two were written when I stopped caring for her so much...

Cheated

I am Carl Lewis, and I am one-hundred meters from glory ???
I am that close.
I have worked so hard for this and I am just
Seconds out from fulfilling my dreams.

My medal is so beautiful.
I have thought for months on end
That she was everything I had ever wanted.


Who knew she could be taken from me
By some cheat? It???s not Ben Johnson,
They call this national disgrace Spencer
And he is everything she has said she didn???t want.
Nevertheless ??? Cheat or no cheat, he beat me.

I know I can get another gold
But it won???t be the same medal;
You can never give back what was taken.
The ceremony ??? memories stolen ???
Thanksgiving with her.
Even with my medal, nothing will be the same.

Sure the records will show I won
But no one will remember it taking place
Because it never did.


Untitled

I gave you my heart
And you danced on it with your six inch heels
Smiling because you knew I???d keep coming back
To my goddess, anything for you
- because for Christ???s sake -
You were everything to me, my A to Z, to me
The most beautiful flower would shrivel in shame next to you
Which is where I would lay upon waking
And feel goddamn wonderful
Being the luckiest person I knew
And of those I did not know
Because, disillusioned, I had found true love,
And she came in size perfect
But with heart sold separately.

I like the untitiled one; been there, bought the shirt////and the shot glass

 

[KentDog]

I like the untitiled one; been there, bought the shirt////and the shot glass

Thanks, manic. I guess it happens to the best of us.

 

[KelJu]

I lost my phone this morning
But I knew I would find it sooner or later
My buddy called an hour ago
I heard it ringing in the refrigerator

 

[Little Wing]

 

[MCx2]

I lost my phone this morning
But I knew I would find it sooner or later
My buddy called an hour ago
I heard it ringing in the refrigerator

I thought you said you quit smoking pot?

 

[BoneCrusher]

I thought you said you quit smoking pot?

 

[Little Wing]

I thought you said you quit smoking pot?

well, now we know why

 

[KelJu]

I thought you said you quit smoking pot?

I wrote that poem a year ago, and yes I was stoned as hell when I wrote it. It is a true story by the way.

 

[SYN]

Liar Liar [burn in hell]
Damned by pretty boys with pretty voices
Just let me get some rest
The voices and the noises
They're keeping me up nights
With promises of dreams unwanted
And the secrets that they keep
I’ll never sleep

I’ll never sleep
I’ll never sleep
I’ll never sleep

I’m drowning in a pool of your own tears
They strangle me and hold me down with the weight of all my fears
I can’t keep my head above the ocean
My lungs are sucking in the salt
In the wake of your destruction
I feel like it’s all my fault

I can't wake up this time

I can’t wake up
I can't wake up
I can’t wake up
It’s all your fault​