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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom] 1
#13109825 - 08/27/10 12:39 PM (13 years, 5 months ago) |
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weshroom said:
YES man. Dig it. Glad your free!
Thank you.
oh i am extremely greatful to finally be out. i wrote that poem in hopes of seeing this day -my freedom.
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Re: sow ya felt [Re: thoughts] 1
#13112310 - 08/27/10 11:33 PM (13 years, 5 months ago) |
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sitting by a fire enjoying the warmth by my toes i wait and wonder why time never seems to slow
there seems to be a climax the rivers roaring down that not even a new agenda could change the way it sounds
I seem to feel more pressure there's buzzing i the air i can't express the sorrow that we might pay our fare
and what happens to our mindset? will we be struck for long? although it seems improbable, our souls will continue on
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not bad wondercat.
here's another one for y'all.
A soft whisper swims Throughout my tangled thoughts. As it travels dim, It passes by uncaught.
There was a time that it shined brightly And glorified my brain. This whisper dives and swims by nightly, And leaves a shallow stain.
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Re: sow ya felt [Re: thoughts] 1
#13134408 - 09/01/10 03:41 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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Nice.
Here's one I wrote last night:
GRAVES OF THE LIARS
Crawling through the forest on all fours again In a desperate rush to find my pen I dropped it when I wrote my name onto a tree "Alpha and Omega – The Finality – Me"
Metal-suited men seek my immediate presence They are distasteful of what I said to the peasants "You are free – You are me – We are forever" And off I ran with an ink-soaked white feather
Those who uttered such things before me Battled the same government of thieves hastened to deplore thee Now into the soil of justice the truth must be sown And my words scribed onto the wood must be known Or into blackened history will all attempts be thrown
Their crimes against my comrades are twofold False accusations and the murder of Leopold Scripted onto that tree over there And when the rigged gate crushed my child Something unnatural in my hate veins reviled
So I shall see to it that every one of them is buried In the forest of truth that my friend trees have ferried After I burn them alive for treason Against the one true self-government – Reason
Their steeples will become smoke stacks Their wives will endure the most deplorable of acts Everywhere the villagers will hear of my tale A chapter in which the spirit of revenge did not fail
So here I am hunted while I search to scribble the truth Remembering my son and his stolen youth Burning inside, igniting a pit of inhuman strength To see them fall I go to no end of length
And so it begins, one of them spots me A knife in his side, a dead stare into his eye He will be the first funeral of a long line a of liars Into the air will be smelt flesh from a salutation of fires
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes] 1
#13188142 - 09/13/10 05:49 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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"Hey Elves," was shouted but the breath was spent in vein for as lightning flashed and the blackness bounced back blacker the drolls were kicking out the walls, and now the elves are unguinous diamond soup --
-- you know the kind that flows out from beneath your skin invisibly.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eve69] 1
#13192654 - 09/14/10 02:23 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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I like that one! very visual. here's one I wrote the other day:
Love like stone like wind, like trees. Love like dirt beneath your feet. Be an anchor, be a pillar, be the corner stone. Be the love you least expect; be the light that's always lit. Be the thing you want to see, and love like wildfire in the trees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] 1
#13192835 - 09/14/10 05:04 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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with slippery skin treads the entity ... through a prison of polished surfaces ... neither bars nor walls contain it ... nor fetters upon it feet ... it is free to roam at will ... its foundering steps but a constant reminder ... of the pain ... and suffering it gets ... crashing into its own reflections ...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cyantific] 1
#13201576 - 09/15/10 09:14 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
I rarely post my stuff online, but I do need a post count and I'm too much of a noob to quite come out of lurk mode yet, so. I wrote this about two months ago, during an (ongoing) detachment from a very unhealthy co-dependent relationship.
Supplication
O my sister, what becomes of her who held the dogs at bay? Can she still see through my eyes, Have I got the guts to stay Or leave this place? I've lost the path That gave this void of meaning end: I lost the feather, felt the wrath, Kissed a viper, killed a friend, I made my choice and lost my way, Bit the bullet, came undone, Took a gamble, lost the play, Gun unfired, war unwon.
O my sister. Here I am. No one took these words away. Do I tempt you with them still, The one excuse I have to pray? Are you swayed, my sullen goddess, Are you moved to see my chains?
Long I tremble for the harvest -- Long lie prostrate for the rain.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five] 1
#13202079 - 09/15/10 11:28 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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/\ I really like the "I made my choice and lost my way / Bit the bullet, came undone / Took a gamble, lost the play / Gun unfired, war unwon" part Found myself looking over it a few times, that last line was really clever imo.
Just wrote this, kind of baked but was listening to some Balmorhea and kind of felt like writing something. I guess this sort of relates to DMT in some ways...
Tangible lines skewed and strung Fractal facades shaded from invisible suns A gentle humming whispers in the ear Answers...quickly becoming very clear Eternity and light meld together A cornucopia of the now and forever Seems over as quickly as it began What was learned - Was who I am
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best] 1
#13202107 - 09/15/10 11:41 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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Nice writing people! This is a great idea for a thread. Heres one I wrote for the troops overseas, just a thank you.
Thank you
I see blood in the sand and pink mist in the sky, While Jack Daniels I sip and diamonds we buy. There are children with grown mans guns, And grown men like children run. Worlds apart on the same globe grow, And small is the chance that any will ever know. The interaction is subtle, the message is strong, The same paths we tread, our fathers were wrong. So day by day we forget, and feign the regret, For little do we know of the dying mans song. So I thank you. I thank you for the chance to let the fields grow, And to one day reap what the others have sown, I thank you for the hardship that stands in my way, For such is our trial to overcome it one day. And in doing so we are one with our fate, That so long all our lives has eluded our gaze. I thank you for the debts I must labor to quell, And if any are left, may they find me in hell. I thank you for the sun and the moon in my eyes, May they give you comfort in unfriendly skies, For they are the same that shine on all of mankind.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: FoxFire] 1
#13202709 - 09/16/10 04:06 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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I really like most of these posts, let me freestyle a few poems 
Reality is solidified, one moment liquifies, a rush of truth from inside, residing within a cave called mind.
I escaped from the cave, shackeled, bounded, now found my way. Truth be told, no,I keep at bay.. thoughts like seeds grow and decay.
Reflections in mirrors showing myself, knowing myself.. this knowledge is wealth. Boundless.. unlimited.. a concept I felt, I saw within mind, and touched someone else.
I think I should start with the easy to grasp as an introduction before I get ambiguous.  I started reading at the last page but ill work my way back, its very intriguing stuff, I like it.
-------------------- I tripped balls without the aid of psychedelics and became one with the universe. I travelled far from this reality and left my ego behind. Enlightenment revealed itself to me, I was overwhelmed. I was reborn!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: imCKmush] 1
#13239444 - 09/24/10 05:40 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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was gonna be lyrics to a song im working on...hence to 2 chorusy like parts...
is it wrong to want someone in a pretty dress. someone to look at when my eyes need a rest? i think that person was you. youre gone and im stil here feeling so fucking blue. i wrote a song for you. you werent meant to hear it. its was too soon. i cried last night when i saw the pictures. i knew that it was all me and not her.
and the winter will be here after your next blink. just another fucked up summer romance, that never really had _that second _chance another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
and i knew how to spell your name from the start. no h just an a and thats where well part. im feeling alone all over..my head and heart. i wish we never even had a finish and a start oh god i can feel it so much inside this overworked heart. grey takes over your soul. you all remember my mistakes, but when i do something right it just slips right by.
and the winter will be here after your next blink. just another fucked up summer romance, that never had a second chance. another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
maybe my chemical inbalance keeps all souls at bay? was it the timing? or did I just act like a mess? was it something I said or didnt say? i smelt your book. old pages of pages where your fingers and eyes took a close look. i cant say this is for the best but my god im feeling like im such a fucking mess. i know well make it in time but were here now. unless we can really digest the mess we made for our little isolated worlds well never change.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink] 1
#13239448 - 09/24/10 05:45 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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i just thought the list made it look coolhaha
- you wish i could sing better.
- and I wish you were more artistic.
- but there isnt much wecan do now.
- the ceiling is moving like an ocean.
- while im lying on the floor mockin a log floating ignorantly through the sea. your smile was all i had. youre gone and the cold wind is all thats left flowing around my ears and hair. we can sit alone all night just thinking about the past. you were crowded by friends that loved you. an acoustic guitar/ and an empty bag of drugs...its all ive got left. clocks are ticking and flowers are blooming while youre slowly dying.
we fly right on by through and through. watch the sky. wave goodbye. through and through...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink] 1
#13239456 - 09/24/10 05:50 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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and it can only be love to leave such a sour taste in the mouth. Id do anything to pack it all up and move out south.
so far away from the city lights and all the stupid lies. they spew from your mouth like vomit from a drunken frat boy.
and it wont be a thing to me to call you a whore now. youre always on the other side leaving me alone thinking how?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink] 1
#13240335 - 09/24/10 12:20 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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song of myself.
the light behind a stained glass window i wish to be that which is behind what inspires i wish to be what makes the beauty however unseen by the blinded eye of many but how can a rose behind stained glass every really bloom? every petal to fall will stay at my feet never blow to the feet of others never caress the world when the wind picks me up, and my fallen beauty beauty which was mine. to admit this is huge. i possessed beauty.
no longer tainted by the hands of her betrayer. my mother's new love found love on my skin. in the caves of my being, in the waves of my hair soaked with his water pouring down myself naked within his grasp. helpless. alone. but to her he was faithful. it was me who is to be punished. my sinful lips should have stayed sewn in silence. like a light summer breeze, no whisps to be heard as your hair ever so gently, is blown from your face. exposing your eyes which glow from the sun exposing your truths which hide behind your eyes.
your eyes cannot lie, and neither do my words try telling her that. my words are lies my heart is ice my intentions are selfish. but then i dare you. look into my eyes soft and warm, i promise. no lies, no harm intended. i was answering questions, never accusing. i was young. the word molested never crossed my mind, it entered my ears traveling from the mouth of the detective.
bulimia. something i would never consider apparently something i didn't have to. the pills the starving the binging the purging the cutting the crying the writing the hate. his hands gave him pleasure and left me with hate then i found love and found beauty like the whie out of a winter storm causing fires in the fireplace hot chocolate in the mug blankets surrounding while arms hold on tightly the comfort of another in the cold of the world
the beautiful cold. causing goosebumps to the skin and tremors to the hands. a gust of freezing up your spine is the farthest from hell you can get. even the warm sun exposing the tears dwelling in my eyes is more like hell than winters bitter storm her snow fills the streets. covers the landscape in a pure innocent white. untrotted in the night until morning brings strangers, that scar her work. but she still bears down, and recovers herself. so strong and beautiful.
unlike the roar of the ocean each snowflake lays softly and the sea hold demons and monsters and darkness but then so do i. deep within. sometimes they escape but so one day they can be eliminated and only soft snow will dwell.
and for her and him and him and him and her my love is never ending. never ceasing. not for a moment. but my oceans are still not calm, and to save them from drowning, i must get away. i must drain my sorrows and then return to them, full of even more love and health and example. however full the world, without them it would be empty there would be no point in living no need for any light behind a stained glass window without them, my eyes would be tied to my feet. never really open to see, only open to move pointlessly through life. aimlessly around. going nowhere.
they love so i live. a rose behind glass. for now.
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heres something that started out as a poem, but then i thought itd be better as a song. i want to start composing the music for it soon.
its called Circles.
(Verse #1) Staring at the sun trying to see the reasons why. I throw my soul into the endless sky. And in my time of being pieced together and complete I see all that exists inside of me.
(Chorus)x1 The world spins right under my feet. Plans go unchanged on busy streets. I float and pass through opened doors and find sights id never seen before.
(Verse #2) Feeling like no time has passed, life's captured in your photographs. Im thinking i could get stuck in with you. And so its easy to pretend If theres a start, there is no end Like circles that you carefully once drew.
(Chorus)x1
(End chorus)x3 Oohhhh, and its over. Oohhhh, over and over.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five] 1
#13247552 - 09/26/10 12:47 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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apprentice.five said: I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
Thanks. I think some of the rhymes are a bit of a stretch... someone else commented that as well... but I like it very much.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes] 1
#13252293 - 09/27/10 03:35 AM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict ambivalent and avidly manic attacking crackling static in addition to the mission an immaculate nak at racking's restocking his stash and he's dishing words of wisdom like lets go fishing
efficiency is missing and many wish to be kissing than listen in the the written hissing but he cant quick sipping what the tip of his mits are gripping
post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss wide armed and open fist oceans of kosher & jovial notions this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit it's this
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
#13262029 - 09/28/10 10:09 PM (13 years, 4 months ago) |
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scal'a'dac kit'cal'ag ni le'tar n puh le'das le'tak kab stibe leppa smada le'tab uth iyb desz'em eel'no synsh'o'ved ral'u'co poch la'ir'air at'poc'e'leh det'morp'e'let cip'pks'e'dial'oak die ad'ipes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
#13272878 - 09/30/10 10:30 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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Escalante
Mazes through sagebrush lead no where Expert eyes signal towards a shy, nameless, clearing Ivory moonlight guides our eyes through a featureless gap Red walls surround us, lifeless rainbows reveal themselves The midday sun could not penetrate this stone Basking moonlight awakens the spires Dancing for me as I lay
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