5 minute poetry

[RaiRai]

I just thought I'd make this thread so that people can have a go at on the spot poetry. I'm feeling quite poetic right now, though I can't settle enough to write something specific. So playing it as it goes seems a good idea.

Carved,
wooden and yet made to bend
forced to yeild and comprehend
Unique patterns stain my torso
bare
All of the scars of the times I'd care
but no longer shall this tree grow
stop
dead center
No longer putting myself on show
giving up and in I cave
Resistance?
I'll just accept this early grave
Live as you see fit
a worthless tool of your benefit
Carved and severed
cut in two
belonged to me, now belong to you.

[videogamerz2000]

I got one.

Going home,
on the net,
posting somewhat useless threads on random forums,
smiling at the suckers,
filling up computer space or the net,
and making fun of people.

Ya....... that's what it's all about.

[DarthZeth]

i have Rai's old forum
im my favorites directory... um
but when i went there yesterday
noone had posted anyway
the forum was neglected since aught two
and its barrenness made me blue
i almost went to avriel
but im as lazy as hell.

*takes a bow*

[Lycanthrope]

To Her:
I fear to speak my heart to you
That such a step would crush beneith
Our blissful familiarity
And render cold and awkward that
which once was warm and comfortable

Perhaps you feel the same and fear
as I, that it is better left
If I mean more to you than friend
From mutual fear, I'll never know.

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

A single soul
surrounded by a crowd
who stand idle as the one
crumbles to the ground
some chuckle, others look away
but it doesnt break the fall.

But, on some rare occasion
one may pull away
out of sincerity and guilt
and, somehow possibly, a remote similarity

Is difference so important
that some must be declared outcasts, and by who?
I see no gavel in your hand
No perfection in your mind nor body
the soul you house is tainted with the tears and rage of others

and I pity you, one of the frozen heart,
True bliss can never be experienced
Those that cause anguish know it best.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Although I laugh,
I have no fun,
because I know,
I have no one.
Though I have friends
That I can see,
They don't know
The real me.
When they speak,
It's to a mirror,
for my true self
is no where near.
Who am I?
I do not know,
so when they look
It's them I show.
I walk around, just as a ghost,
An empty shell
without a host.

*sulks back into the shadows*

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

What do you want me
to say?
I'm not sorry.
And I'm not going
to change who I am.
That would take
too long.
It would take too
much effort.
So I'm going to fall
asleep here,
As you shut the door,
leave,
and never come back.
Only then will I truly
know
if you were worth it.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

*slinks out of shadows*

Pleasant, kind and sweet I seem,
but deep inside's a soul that screams.
I lie down here, wide awake,
Suffering from a deep heartache.
I've not loved, nor did I lose,
But to have it once is what I'd choose.
I know that life is just not fair,
but is it right for none to care?
Were I to die I would be missed,
but would any regret I'd not been kissed?
Peaceful I am, like a dove
yet still for me, there is no love.

*Slinks back into shadows*

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Within the glass resides
the one thing that
haunts me to remember.
And it is for this reason
that
I will never take your picture
from that frame.
So I can remember
what it felt like
at a time when
I had my arms
around you.

[shiney]

death of a legend
life of the shadow
lurk nearby watching
never to interfere

life of the legend
found death by shadow
the nearby watcher
was never here

the family grieves
mourning at morning
the night's shadows
have been chased away

the family leaves
heeding no warning
the darkness returns
on yet another day

[Shiny Bunny Captain Socha]

*Clears throat*

I read the words
I hear the thoughts
I try hard to comprehend.

They're deep and full,
So beautiful
My mind begins to bend.

My little life,
So full of strife,
Begins to see a light.

I blink my eyes
And compromise,
But still put up a fight.

Another shows
His barest soul
I want to understand.

I feel so young
so very dumb
But the wisdom is inside my hand...

I forget me
Only to see
The inexplicable you.

You take my mind
And help me find
A new marvelous truth.

*for the awesome poets on this thread*

[StormRider]

videogamerz2000, that was incredibly rude, and you should be ashamed of yourself.

[MP37a]

On top of the snow covered hill
The wind howls loud with a cold chill
Here we find a lone snow covered grave
Barely visible, almost encased
It seems to have been long ago forgot
Of the poor soul who lies within this plot
Was it someone great that lived quite well?
Or was it someone whose life was in a cell?
Did they have a family or many friends?
Did they ever get to make amends?
Were they respected and well known?
Were they rejected and disowned?
What was it they left behind?
Riches galore or a huge debt bind?
Why did they die, was it foul play?
Or did their own ignorance get in the way?
Who was this person, does it really matter?
In death everyone is the same, ashes scatter.

[shiney]

videogamerz2000
just warranted himself
a 3 day
ban.

i imagine
he'll find out
about this
shortly.

this
is what happens
when you
get warned
and then
continue being a
jerk.

[Dona Maria]

This Isn't Poetry
No complicated metaphors
of knives, wounds,
Blood.
No faceless masks
that sing, laugh,
Cry.
Like I said
This isn't....
FUCK

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

It's the sweat
the salt on his lips
heat on the back
of his neck that
excites him the most.

It's the look
deep in his eyes
radience dazzling
and the complete
akwardness of his
carefully chosen words.

Together
the sum of the parts
when all added up
mean dinner
a movie
and perhaps
more to come.

If it all adds up
into something they
both can enjoy
that is ...

[semysane]

Begin super tanka action now!

Poetry is words
Poetry doesn't need ryhme
Poetry is thought
Thought is of mind, not hand
Besides, rhyme I cannot do

[Squishy Cheeks]

Rhyme you cannot do?
Then Haiku might be for you.
Easy and it's fun.

[RaiRai]

When walking in the sunshine of a day crisp and fresh
the views beyond this window make me stop to catch my breath
and yet I seem to spend more time here each and every day
seem to push that beautiful world all too far away
I never really realised what awaits outside that door
because I'm always sat here, longing for just a little more
than this mundane life I've settled with, away from skies of blue
away from all that happiness of a world I never knew
I know one day it will be mine, but now I'm denied that right
everytime I take that step outside, I return to another fight
So do I sit here and waste away? Or step out and be bold?
One day we'll share this together, to love and to hold
Those days better not be far away, as I can feel myself want to break
these days of empty lonliness I fear I cannot take
And I know you need me here with you, but you must understand
there's a world out there waiting, waiting to take my hand...

[Living Bobbeh]

A tunnel of light
blinding my eyes.
Is this what it's like
when someone dies?
Fast flashing scenes,
though so serene.
I see smiling family,
and smiling friends.
The stream of memories
never ends.
The light shines on.
A heavenly silhouette forms,
onward to the pearly gate?
A heavenly voice, my heart warms.
"Oh honey wake up, you're late!"

By Bloopy, Not me.

[MP37a]

It's morning time now and no matter how hard I try
I can never sleep in anymore and I don't know why
I look with a daze all around and wonder
What can eat to satisfy my insatiable hunger
Why there's only one food that I want the most
That's the delightful product I call cinnamon toast
Nothing can be compared to that sweet aroma
It's enough to wake a person in a coma
That sweet buttery goodness, that cinnamon taste
I must eat it all until there's no bread left none will go to waste
Still a little tired still and a little hard of hearing the phone rings
I answered only to find it was a telemarketer calling to sell some things
How dare that person call me this early and cause me grief.
So I yelled I didn't want any of your choco flavored beef
So I went to the bathroom room and began to brush my teeth and comb my hair
Then I sang who's that pretty girl in that mirror there? what mirror where?
I proceeded out after taking a shower
That took somewhere around a quarter of an hour
Now it was time to choose
Should I wear the shirt that has a duck on it or the one that says carribean cruise?
Now I'm dressed and ready to go
Where was I going again? I just don't know.
I got in my car and started the engine
Maybe I'll just go for a little spin
I put the car from park and went into reverse
Damn I forgot to open the garage door first I cursed.
Maybe no one will notice the new doors shape
I'll fix it later thank god for duck tape
I went to the gym for a workout
Why must there never be a parking spot I shout!
Ok well I'll go for a 5 mile jog
Suck in the good ol' morning smog
So I'm running along when you know what
Along comes this huge freakin mutt
I tried to walk around him slowly never taking my eyes off him like i was under a spell
He started to give chase and I ran like hell
Luckily for me I've delt with this before and climbed over this big white fence
Unluckily for me there was a woman sunbathing and she saw me and looked tense
She called her husband that there was a man in her yard
I said it wasn't what it looked like but decided to run again hard
Out through the gate and down the street.
Oh wow I'm gonna have some huge blisters on my feet
Now I've returned home to plan the rest of my day
Watch my friend tv for now to see how its been while I was away.

I actually think its time to go eat again. :)

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

I am soaring
with my grandest wings
atop the clouds and treetops
and many other things
i bask in the sun
so blissful and ignorant
Until the sun dies out

i am surrounded by the dark
the only light is a flame
That burns my gorgeous wings
I realize i am without sight
and can feel only air
as i plummet back down to earth
in a moment of despair

I land with a crack
with nothing at all to see
not even me
As my bones shatter and shake
and my mind begins to quake
I can only think of one sole thing
How can i be so frail?

i continue to trudge
without a light of hope
through the darkened trails
my soul finally dies
but my body resides
and all i hear are my cries

With nothing left
to gain or lose
and without really a care
i fall unto my back and stare
into the eternal blackness
my apparent new home

Suddenly a streak of light
breaks through my roof
and blinds my eyes
clearing what i once thought
to be my only fate
I finally stand
with new resolve
and see the sky again

i am without a home
no dark, but no eternal sun
i may never get where i once was
My wings are too singed to grow

So without further ado
along with new life in mind
and my faith restored
i begin to build my home.

[semysane]

How dost thou?

How dost thou feel?
Thine eyes are bloodshot with unseen tears
As thou dost kneel.

How dost thou go on?
Thine life is naught but hard and depressing;
I have seen thee lying in bed, waiting for dawn.

How dost thou cope?
Counless others in thine same position have given up,
Went to swing from the rope.

How dost thou?
Thou dost gather thyself up and remember that the past is gone,
That there is only the here and now.

[Dystopian Rhetoric]

.

[RaiRai]

Distant
the mind sees only what it wants to see
this aching feeling washes over me
as I sink and die inside from pain
this pain I lived a year ago
and now must suffer again
no longer a distant memory
just a continuing part of me
Save me from this ache inside?
That rips me apart day by day
just make the sickness go away
so I can live in peace

(Yeah, something did spurn this. I'm sick. Again. And feeling hellish.)

[MP37a]

Heaven

What happens when you die, asked a child?
That’s a good question I said with a smile.
Will I go to somewhere new?
I said this is what I think and I hope it’s true.
You’ll go to a place where angels dance,
Where time stands still at a moments glance.
It’s where sickness and sorrow meet their end,
Love enshrouds you like a gentle wind.
It’s where the eastern sky touches the west,
Where all differences are put to rest.
You’ll find joy here everyday,
Never more will you be lead astray.

Will I get to be an angel and fly so high?
You’ll have the most beautiful wings in the sky.
Will I be able to sing an angel chorus?
Others will come for miles just to hear one verse.
You needn’t worry about things such as this.
If I were you I would just make one wish.
That is to live your life to its fullest grace,
Then I’m sure it will redeem you your place

[Osterbaum]

I suck at this, but here it goes:

Dance with the dead in my dreams,
listen to their hollow screams,
The dead have taken my soul,
And I've lost all control...(OK...this wasnt mine... :D it's a from Slayer song called Dead Skin Mask)

This is mine:

I Walk in the shadows,
I Dissappear to the shadows,
Finding all these places which are shallows...

Is that madnes?
Or is it just stupid?
I don't know that much,
But I do know,
That it's because of you...

I suck at poetry and riming...though I made this in just some minutes...and If I would have like a hour of time I think I could make something better...I will post another poet soon...

[slightly aboveaverage man]

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
behind blue eyes

and no one knows how to say that theyre sorry
and dont worry
i'm not telling lies

but my dreams
they arent as empty
as my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
my love is vengence
that's never free

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

not mine, but it does sum up how I feel sometimes.

[MP37a]

This one is actually a song I wrote for someone called My strength thought I'd share:

I had a dream, that lived in my heart
I had a dream, that would give me a start
But one day, it all came crashing down
And that day, there was no one left around.
I had no where to turn, no where to go
No one at all, until I meet you.
And…

Seeing you is believing, there is hope
To stop our grieving and
Please don’t say your leaving
Because I need…

Your strength to keep me going
Your mind to keep me knowing
Your love to keep showing me…
How to live on…

In a world of darkness
You’re my guiding light
Showing me what to do
And telling me what’s right
I was lost and so confused
When you came and rescued me.

So I’ll be there, whenever you’re in trouble
No need to worry, we’ll clean up the rubble
When life gets demanding
I’ll help keep you standing
We can fight it together
Face the harsh weather.

Oh why…
Please don’t cry
It’s not like I
Don’t understand
There is a plan
But when it gets dark and there’s no sun
Just remember a new day will come.
And…

Seeing you is believing, there is hope
To stop our grieving and
Please don’t say your leaving
Because I need…

Your strength to keep me going
Your mind to keep me knowing
Your love to keep showing me…
How to live on…

Oh it was unexpected
To see that we were connected
I no longer feel hallow
And you I will follow
All my trust is in you
So there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
It’s just how you remind me
Of how I should be
And…

Seeing you is believing, there is hope
To stop our grieving and
Please don’t say your leaving
Because I need…

Your strength to keep me going
Your mind to keep me knowing
Your love to keep showing me…
How to live on…

Your strength to keep me going
Your mind to keep me knowing
Your love to keep showing me…
How to live on…

Oh yeah, you’re my strength
It’s how I live on…

[slightly aboveaverage man]

This is actually a song by Mudvayne, but it sums up my feelings pretty well.

When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long

burning whispers, Remind me of the days,
I was left alone, in a world this cold
Guilty of the same things, provoked by
The cause,
I've left alone, in a world so cold
Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name
Away from the stones
Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold

Why does everyone feel like my enemy,
Don't want any part of depression or
Darkness, I've had enough
sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone,
Or I'm gone

I'm backing out, I'm no pawn,
No mother-fucking slave to this,
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being me, or anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about
Anything

Backing out, giving up, no mother-fucking
Slave to this,
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being me, or anyone lese
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about
Anything,

I need to find a darkened corner,
A lightless corner,
Where it's safer and calmer,

[semysane]

Man. This thread has made for some kickass poetry.

Haiku is not hard
You only need syllables
To fit the pattern

[MP37a]

Is this real or is this fake?
If I am dreaming why can’t I wake.
Too long I’ve slept and been ignored.
Now is my time to be restored.
I have but one wish that do I implore
And it’s to bring back what should have been
Before I meet my untimely end.
The pain of life burns through my skin
I’m coming undone from within.

I’ve served my time; I’ve paid my dues.
Haven’t I suffered enough under this ruse?
I know my sins and I know them well.
Inside my dark soul is where they dwell.
Was I wrong or am I right?
The answer is only in your sight.
Mortal souls full of hate and sin bring gloom.
Please say there’s more for me or am I already doomed.

I walk through a world complicated with simplicity.
Can’t they realize that what they do is biased to the rest of society?
They follow along not knowing where they are going.
It’s so easy to become different but next to impossible to be the difference.
We no longer think what our life means to us.
Stuck in this cycle I must endure,
I feel dazed and try not to become part of that life which I can stand no more.
But now I see my only choice is to embrace
This new life and live it to its fullest grace.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Cheer up, Sourpuss!

Sitting
Just sitting
I'm in one of my moods
again
And here I am
Sitting
Just sitting
Do nothing
Feeling nothing
Just ...
being ... in one of my moods
again
So I'm sitting
Just sitting
And here you are
You're here next to me
While I'm sitting
Just sitting
Doing nothing
Feeling nothing
Just being
in one of my moods

And be damned if you won't stop poking me!

[Lycanthrope]

Poke poke poke
pokity poke poke poke
pokity poke poke poke
pokity poke.....

[DarthZeth]

*bites Lycanthrope's finger and wont let go (http://www.platinumgrit.com/poke.html)*

sorry. i just had to

[TheBlackMageOfTHeRez]

Well hello all and RaiRai, i think all you guys work was great. I try to write poems but my word come out all wrong just because im a # person. Well i cant put one of my pomes up right now because my love for another was just washed away and cut up into little bits. :bmage: SAD

O well life is that way, just cuts you up and spits you back out. Sorry im just mad, angrey, and very sad. Your poetry RaiRai made me kind of sad in a good way. So I will come back with a poem tomarrow so just wait. Well till next time bye.

T_T :bmage: Very Sad

:bmage: + :wmage: why cant it be

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

RaiRai, I hate to ask this, but for english class i need to bring in a piece of poetry that I like and read it to the class. since your poetry is really excellent, can I use the second poem you placed up here? if you say no that's fine, just wanted to make sure it was okay for me to do.

[MP37a]

Hehe I found an old song I wrote a long long time ago when I was angry once lol my writing is so much happier now a lot of ppl did like this one though especially when i sang it i was surprised because i don't like it at all lol

Poisoned

Who do you think you are?
You always had to be a star
And now if you are near or if you’re far
I can’t wear the time we had like a scar.

It hurts me to
Think of you
I can’t get you out of my brain
It’s driving me insane
I tried to hate you
Is it fate that I met you?
It only made me love you more
I don’t want to see you anymore, whore.

You’ve poisoned me with your lies
You’re killing me with your disguise
You made me want you
And I don’t want too
I just want to be free without you
But you poisoned my mind.

The thoughts of you are quick and bright
The pain becomes much worse at night
I thought it would be over
But you were a four-leaf clover
A rare find indeed
And for you I would bleed
The life from my heart
To give you a new start

You’ve poisoned me with your lies
You’re killing me with your disguise
You made me want you
And I don’t want too
I just want to be free without you
But you poisoned my mind.

It flows through my veins
I wear the terrible stains
That you gave me on that day
The words you said turned my world gray
I couldn’t stay with you any longer
It would only make me fonder
I didn’t even realize when I went without
You I saw what my feelings were really about

You’ve poisoned me with your lies
You’re killing me with your disguise
You made me want you
And I don’t want too
I just want to be free without you
But you poisoned my mind.

Ok I guess it was my fault
But you made the wound
I just poured the salt
You really were the joy of my life
Though I’m glad you’ll never be my wife
Most of this I was just kidding
Though I really am saying good ridding
I hope you’re happy and doing well
Shit what am I saying, I’ll see you in hell

So long, so long, you know you’re one of those few
And I miss you. Oh I’ll miss you.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Blocked

It's the words
not falling the
way they should
Spill
all
the
way
down the page. It's the words not flowing correctly and getting jumbled together without the proper breaks
It's the words
too close
too far
inproperly spaced
and seplt wrong
It's the words
(those damn words!)
gettign stuk in my head and not
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
where I want them to
It's the words getting
(worse than stuck)
Blocked!

Refusing to be any use to anyone
Especailyl me.

Those damn words.

[videogamerz2000]

Thoughts,
words,
emotions,
Why don't they make sense?

Friends,
abandoning,
Family,
leaving,
Hobbies,
failing.

Left alone in a cold world,
the words and changing,
they are all that's there,
ideas are running out,
running,
like me.

All the words.....
a light shines,
grabbing,
hording,
yet taken away,
replaces with a flask of oil,
cold,
still cold.

Why?
What did I do?
Why was I puniished?
and the world,
fades to black.

[RaiRai]

RaiRai, I hate to ask this, but for english class i need to bring in a piece of poetry that I like and read it to the class. since your poetry is really excellent, can I use the second poem you placed up here? if you say no that's fine, just wanted to make sure it was okay for me to do.

Wow, well, uh...understand that these were written within a few minutes and hardly analysed and drafted. If you want to, then sure. Maybe just mention my name at the end, you know, gimme some cred. ;)

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

Thank you, but uh..I kind of dont know your name, just pm it to me and that should work. Thanks again :D

[RaiRai]

I'll just state it here. My name is Nicola Thame. =3 (Thame pronnounced 'Tame'. Silent H. Tehe.)

http://www.postpoems.com/members/rairai/

For those who are interested, more of my stuff.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Ode to Pants

O' Pants!
How I love thee!
In winter, you keep me from turning blue and falling off!

Ode to Banning
O' Vulgarity!
How I loathe thee!
In forums, you keep me from being taken seriously!

[Dante]

Disconnected
Set adrift
Barely aware of the world
Life is a quest for the next Net fix
Desperately seeking meaning


I've done this before
But home's still so for away
Chained to the PC
Sometimes
Freedom is having a place to go back to

[RaiRai]

I deserve
paper-cut torture
working a horrid
9 til 5
(I'm barely alive)
My body solid
end up in a mortuary
voice unheard
Just the same as this work
same old grind
(losing my mind)
must keep on going
need that pay
work fingers to the bone
for just another day...

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Global Warning

Haggard breaths
Deep, empty, shallow
My fingers are elongated
flacid they lie
Strength is waining
Time is fleeting -
a blur of sights
sounds
experiences
exciting, imaginative
they sate my appetite

But here I am
in Darkness save for a light
a solitary light staring at me
full on
in the face

And I'm tired
My brain is like Jello
It's melted

Don't let my sacrifice fade without substance.
There is a message here.
76 hours straight of Diablo would kill anyone.

[Lycanthrope]

Futility:

"Smitten"'s what a wise ones say
And I'd myself be wiser too
To turn my back and walk away
from my ill fated love for you

I know little of your life
beyond what bit of you I see
But dark hints of hidden strife
make doubtful ending happily

The music swells around us now
as I sit next to you and sigh
that fate, for me, would not allow
our love, contrived to somehow die.

No sane man's heart would linger here
For tragedy makes its home too near

---------------------------

Footnote:
But then I see your warming smile
Like sun through the ice of fear
and know that I have lost
both heart and mind to you
But that I have gained
a glimpse of paradise.

[Funka Genocide]

enduring life a joyous pain
in retrospect, not given name
I wonder paths traveled long
before the world has heard my song

in times of truth not spent
in light of just recompense
for slights at hands of pure
unblemished beauty, to be sure

my name has meaning
beyond its seeming
obvious surface, a great one
my life it states, in one tongue

to the world in one verse
with aplomb, without rehearse
tearing holes in shadowed places
staring horrors in their faces

save this place from its fade
and rebuild the yesterday
send me back through my will
to that lovely, greenwood hill

uhm, i guess thats ok =)

I noticed I mispelled "staring" a few weeks after I posted this, and I fixed it! I am truly neurotic.

[Funka Genocide]

Possessed of an errant judgement
Replete with words indelicate
Intentions left as sacrament
To a fate disowned

Erudite and studious
She shines as snow in sun
My favor seems erroneous
My lies as dust to wind

Evermore I search for freedom
Never finding yet always having
I build the walls to a kingdom
Ruled by madness known as I

The meanings in my speech are lost
Replaced by spoken pretty trash
Newly thawed and returned to frost
Is my heart, as ice?

Taken for a greater man
When by rights a boy
Denying ugly truths I can
Hiding all I can’t

If gifted by a god unknown
Who to ask what boons are granted?
When first we meet what selves are shown?
Still always I do I remain

The madness know as I can see
The lies in truth apparent
The forest absent of a tree
While auburn leaves descend




Erick Diaz, March 22,2004

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

i shudder to think
what could be beyond the door
as I shiver and sink
down to the floor

i creep along the wall
and silently reach for the knob
i was prepared for a brawl
after all, it was my job

the door swung ajar
and i rushed within
I was all set for war
against my kin

.....

cant finish it yet, i'll finish it and put it up later.

PS:RaiRai, the class loved your poem.

[RaiRai]

PS:RaiRai, the class loved your poem.
PM me with the info. I'd love to know what they really thought. =3

[RaiRai]

Do we fit into the grand design?
Or expire before the scheme comes to mind?
To follow the pack and be lead
to a shallow grave, a quick painless death
Electric dreams that once quivered and danced
confessed that they too were never romanced
For to destruction we shall all wait our turn
this life is nothing if we cannot learn.

[Funka Genocide]

incistent on a braver course
intrepid man takes to horse
he tames the wild for his means
to set aflame whats once believed

apes have smarts enough to live
but not to kill, or life to give
to all creatures less than they
nature surely rues the day

it spat forth its final piece
dominance by violent increase
in words are given truth to hear
in minds are wasted lives so dear

[rightwhatwasidoing?]

Destiny, the great governor
you're not that almighty
you choose not what is best
only what makes you chuckle
and makes the world keep turning
you just barely keep the world from fading

the world is dying fate,
can i truly depend on thee?
your games are sick and twisted
My only consolation is that you'll free me
from this great calamity

So what if it fits in "the grand scheme"
and that we all must die someday
Death i do not care for
but fear i loathe much more
You decide what happiness life brings
and what terrors come in my dreams
and i despise you for it

you see it fit for my life to end so soon?
does it hurt you, that anxiety i feel
or is it too surreal?
I'll be the one to tear away
to break my bonds from thee
just so i can telly you
that i'm free.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Mask

She paints a picture on her face
and image for all to see
not a reflection of what's inside
rather, who she'd rather be ...

(one of the only times you'll ever see me rhyme ...)

[Funka Genocide]

oh that I were composed
of sterner stuff than flesh
all I see I can't suppose
my mind not to the test

sight its own reprimand
for the sin of asking
gaudy skies above demand
attention not worth grasping

in future days the wind is sweet
tainted by a cleaner breeze
in tasteless form is drawn discreet
the sensation that I please

not the hand that guided me
nor the one who found
the reason I still wish to be
in love and to astound

but the vision I chanced upon
one lonely frozen night
in silence made to carry on
with no use left for sight

yeah, thats about it. I think =)

[semysane]

In one place there is the ribald,
The rude one that cusses;
He speaks of the monsters,
The wounds, the fights and the pusses.

In the other is the thinker,
The nice one that writes
He speaks of poetry
And long lonely nights.

These two are one in the same;
Just one man, with just one name.
In one place he is known for humor and pain
And here for something more mundane.

[semysane]

Can you guess who the subject of my poem above is?

This next poem I wrote for a contest a while back. I didn't win, but I think it's one of my best

Reaper

Danny was a working man;
Slept with secretary that had a tan.
Freddy was an average joe;
Worked real hard for little dough.
Betty was a good house wife;
Was good and fine until the knife...
Danny found dead in his cellar;
Wife couldn't believe he didn't tell 'er.
Freddy died alone in bed;
He'd put a bullet in his head.
Betty fried in the electric chair;
She'd killed a stranger without a care.

Executive or old games keeper;
We all fall victim to The Reaper.

Kelly Girl was born from rich;
Some saved her, dying in a ditch.
Peter Boy was born from poor;
Lived through car-crash whle and secure.
Nancy saved a boy from drowning;
Helped one and all, never frowning.
Kelly fell with a bad crowd;
OD'd while the music was loud.
Peter could not bear the sorrow;
Made sure he wouldn't feel tomorrow.
Thou hero Nancy was sweet as honey,
She got knifed down to take her money.

Though you may prevent death number one,
The Reaper's will is always done.

[Lycanthrope]

I suspect you are
what I suspect you are not
And am much confused.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Can you guess who the subject of my poem above is?
Something tells me you are, Semysane. You are.

Tribute

There once was this young lad named Brian
And it was not for his lack of tryin'
That his work with Sprites
(Avoid those Copyrights!)
Were second to his book I'll be buyin'

[Funka Genocide]

a lifetimes journey long ago
I travelled in a day to sit
on a seat from my past
to peer through a ghostly slit

a faint hope of meeting her
that felled my world asunder
my heart as child at her feet
a nameless thing, I wander

through my mind in furtive sights
indistinct glimpses with no sound
tied to times I'd rather leave
daunting tragedies abound

I ruined my life in one form
to pay homage to her face
she knew not the price I payed
for permission in disgrace

just one meeting as who I am
is all I ask from these days
although she's lost forever now
to my fumbling childish ways

something drives me on it seems
I've room for little doubt
it takes my hand and leads me to
this heartache painful drout

I've never seen the love that's claimed
as everybodys right in life
I'm just as weak as anyone
who's made sorrow to a wife

I did not love her quite so much
as I need the blessed pain
perhaps I longed to be the fool
but could not stop my brain

supposition as it stands
never meeting closure
I'll venture towards a new love
all I needs exposure

lets call this one Shannon, how does it sound?

[Lycanthrope]

When love's words spent
Its pain, its glory recorded
for the world to see
And no more words left to describe the poet's heartache
What then
when its agony and extacy still burn?

[Osterbaum]

The silence of night
Is broken by sound's of death
You can not escape

Ok this was supposed to be a haiku, but as I'm not sure about how those words...well...what was that thing of 5,7,5...anyway I'm not sure if line one has 5 in english etc. If you get what I mean...?

Why can't you realize?
Why can't you tell me?
All these lies
I hear about you
Are they true?

This isn't that good I know, but this is 5minute poetry and wiht more time I could make a better one

[videogamerz2000]

Trial and judgement,
fear and horror,
pain and sorrow,
are these human weaknesses?

Running is all I seem to be doing,
but from what?
from whom?

Where did I go wrong?
Who said I wasn't good enough?
The darkness consumes me, everyday.....

The question hasn't fully been answered and I'm still wondering..
People avoiding my own questions, trying to exsist in a new reality...

Am I too slow?
Or am I so fast, nobody can catch up....

I am only left to play it out by ear....

[RaiRai]

Across the bridge
where waters run
and bluebells ring
lies one sweet maiden
who often sings
sweet melodies
of bitter times
all of which left
within her mind
and yet she sings
and carries on strong
across the bridge
across the grass
that one sweet maiden
is often passed
because her songs are blue
and her tears are cold
just waiting there
for someone to hold

[Osterbaum]

Meri pysyy paikallaan
Seisoen samassa paikassa
Minäkään en jaksa liikkua
Ei minua huvita
Sama juttu kuin merellä
Ei ole ketään kenen luokse mennä...

So I made that in finnish cause people always say that finnish is such a beatiful/weird language. It does mean something and it's a poem. I actuakky think it to bee better than my previous one's though this was still made in just 5minutes. Roughly translated it means:

The ocean remains still
Standing in the same place
I do not want to move either
I dont feel like it
It's just like with the ocean
There's no one to go to...

I want to note that its better in finnish as the parts rime a bit, some of those words have a different meaning in finnish and some I couldn't find all the correct words...So basically thats what it means, but not what it sounds like...

[RaiRai]

A moment of comfort, a warm embrace
the arms of a friend so easy to trace
just the knowledge that someone cares for me so
when lost and bewildered, I know where to go
for care and protection, my Guardian awaits
I'll be his protected, his arms are my gates
just as a childish game all of this became
it may sound silly and it may sound lame
but my Guardian he'll be until the very end
I'm proud to call him my best friend
So on drunken nights, when he's by my side
helping me walk and not lose my pride
and while out on the town, I'll link his arm
so I can walk without coming to harm
He's there when I'm needy, he's there when I'm alone
He's so much like me, in all that he's shown
and he evens stands back to allow me my grace
he knows his role and I know my place
So thankyou to Sin, and always stay true
I know I have a best friend, a best friend in you.

~To Tony.

[Stover]

I wrote this last year, for an English teacher who was a little too...set in the text-book's answers and analyses of literature (keep in mind, this is coming from someone who takes a very simplistic approach to interpreting poetry and the like). Do me a favor and forgive me my bad form.


What is the meaning of this poem?
Well, that depends on who you ask.

Ask that girl over there,
...and I’m sure you’ll get a meaning that that she thinks is right.
Ask a teacher,
...and I’m sure you’ll get the text-book’s answer
...along with the thoughts that they’ve collected over the years.
Ask a scholar,
...and I’m sure you’ll get the meaning that his research has yielded.
...And then, he’ll assert himself, saying he has studied the poem for years.
...He’ll say that he has studied all of the poet’s previous and latter works as well,
...and also the poet’s life, overall and at the time.
...He’ll say that he has contemplated every definition of every word
......and the definition of each phrase.
...He’ll say that he has thought about every word that could have been used,
......and why they were not.
...He’ll say that he has interrogated every line, sentence, and clause,
......and that now, with all this research and knowledge,
......he’ll say that he, without a doubt, knows the meaning of this poem.
...And if you don’t believe him, you can look it up;
...people trusted him enough to write the books, after all.

So many different answers, but the question still stands:
What is the meaning of this poem?


Well, that depends on who you ask.

[Lycanthrope]

Ne're an answer's ghost I find
do swim the waters of my mind
sew fortunes seed on future's shore
and turn out to the sea no more
For dangers lurk in waters deep
And the wise do riches, reap.

[RaiRai]

Take hold
shake me/shake me
don't let me go
grip at my core
shake me some more
I've had my fill
yet you torture me still
so shake me
and break me
and then let me rest
just don't leave me hanging
longing for peace
make up your mind
and then leave me at ease

[Osterbaum]

When I left my country
I wondered what I would tell...
What to answer to those who ask?
Should I tell about the poornes?
The bars infont of the windows?
Or all that richeness...
That I wondered
Until I knew the answer...

Blue is the sky,
With it's blue eyes...
Blue are the lakes,
And Blue they remain,
White is the snow,
And so it will stay
And white are the clouds,
The sheeps of the sky...

Once again that's not mine, but a translated version of a finnish song. I had to make a few changes though. This is mine:

Sometimes it's hard
To be who I am
Sometimes it's easy
To just be me
Not to act as anyone else
Just remain my self
Quietly to stand
Alone in the mattres of sand

[RaiRai]

Curse you for cursing me
I'll tell you once again to leave me be
accept that all we had was gone
take your pride and move along
take that smile from your lips
my head held high, I'll sway my hips
and you can watch me from back there
you can keep that hate filled glare
I don't mind if you're hurting now
I just want you gone, I don't care how
because you made me suffer throughout
you made me feel used, of that - no doubt
you made me sick, afraid of me
and now I'll ask that you set me free
you don't need me anymore
so walk away and close that door
you have your life and I have mine
just leave now and all will be fine

[Dona Maria]

Pride Lands
passion now sated,
the elements return to harmony.
where once raging fire
embers now banked.
waiting
for the bellows to wake them
anew.

daggers rake peach skin
sweet nectar of life beneath.
waiting
to taste their fill
again.

[semysane]

A young poem once asked his father poem something:
"Where do babies come from?"
"Well," said the father, thinking.
"A poem is created like this: a poet waits for an idea to come,
Then, if he is good, a idea will come to him."
"How do bad poets come up with them?"
"Well," said the father. "Many are quite dim.
They don't have a well from which ideas stem.
They have to pull ideas out of their ass."
The little poem thought about this.
"Then where did we come from, from one with a mind as clear as glass?"
"Considering the quality of this poem, probably not," the father said with a hiss.

[videogamerz2000]

quiet hallways,
closed lockers,
writing classrooms,
and peace is around.
minds are learing, thinking,racing,
a window is open,
the gentle breeze stirs through a students hair,
ahhh.....
the bounds of time seems large,
don't care for the moment,
about what's going on,
all it enjoys is the afternoon sun.

[shiney]

(stickied and made a permanent thread)

[Tor]

Lone Wolf

As the pack goes on
The lone wolf stands still
Gazing at the horizon
Wondering whats on the otehr side

Then he moves
Searching for the unknown

Ecstasy Dream

It's the fin of sin
It's making me grin
And I've been looking up at the sky
'Cause it's making me high
Seeing colors all around
It's making me feel profound

Living in a dream
it makes me scream
can't fight, can't die
I want to kill someone
So let me out
let me out

Won't you
Please let me out

[Unknowner]

Chlorine swamp
Clean and dank
Try to keep swimming
Though I already sank
Straightjacket cooridoors
Bind me in
Stitches holdin' me together
Fall apart again
Again
Again
Again
Again...


~U

[semysane]

Tor, Ecstasy Dream reminds me of Final Fantasy X! Cool. :)

[Osterbaum]

Sometimes I hear you weep
You've been doing it for so long
My promises I keep
It's you who did wrong
So who are you
To make me feel untrue

[RaiRai]

One arguement after the other
it's like this spiral never ends
(I'm holding onto the silken rope
but I fear that I'll let go again)
and all I hear are hurtful words
full of anger and of spite
I don't care what the purpose was
I don't care who was wrong or right
Tired of miscommunication
is there an end to what we've begun?
I'll hide myself away 'til then
I'll take to my heels and then I'll run
because I can't keep on this rollercoaster
I'm not strong enough to endure the ride
Just move along and let it settle
let the present feelings slide
and maybe later when you're ready
we'll sit down and talk some more
just leave me alone right now
let me sink down to the floor
allow me this sweet depression
the melodies of my heart ache
you'll find I'll be alright tomorrow
but for now, let my heart break.

[Static Hamster]

Even though this palindrome took me a week to write, I thought the combo of the title and line were quite clever.

A Backwards Thought

Timid Mike Tadna lived as a devil and ate Kim Dimit.

[Thaumaturge]

Shadows,
Probing, hunting, testing,
Seeking a way in,
Buffet around,
Test your strength,
Try to wear you down.

But not all shadows seem like shadows,
Not all danger stands in sight,
Some wear cloaks of seeming brightness,
Some wear mantles of delight.

Stand against the shadows entry,
Hold them back with all your might,
Unmask those that hide their nature,
Show the world their deadly blight.

When shadows call to pull you down,
When darkness comes to claim your soul,
Stand together, hold them back,
What shadows fear is growing light.

[Osterbaum]

The shadows are closing in
They are coming
We cannot escape
They will close up the ring

What can we do?
We are doomed
I say we fight!

Cause I'm not willing
To meet my end praying
I say we do some killing
And fight loud and proud

(the ring part as not a ring you put to your finger...I'm not sure if you can use the word ring like this, but it was ment to represent a blockade or something more like that.)

EDIT: I'm having a kind of blank moment right now, so don't expect more poems from me for a while...not sure for how long, but only some days at the maximum.

[semysane]

The earth shakes its concrete inhabitants to the ground
The sky turns black with a deadly lighting-spitting cloud
The bodies are heaped into one macabre mound
How can such a small man fart so loud?

[Cat]

Reflection

One who is lost,
In a dreaded wood,
Going in circles,
Wind blowing - not good.
Your buddies armor clunks the ground,
What an awful, awful sound.
You wish desperatley he would go away,
But even knives can't end this play,
So you trail right after him,
Robe brushing after your steps,
Through the knotty wood,
Galimph, Galoomph, Galump,
You watch him trip,
Right over a stump.
Instead of helping him,
You laugh instead,
And then start bawling,
When his sword hits his head.
He shakes it off quickly,
Putting the sword back where it belongs,
Then stares at you awkwardly,
You stop laughing,
And pull down your hat,
Looking away from that dummy like that,
He says you are funny,
And then turns away,
And you continue on,
To your own dismay.
You've tried everything,
From knives to spells,
But he shakes it all off,
He can't be human - not swell!
You met real young,
He flunked in the Vargus school,
Couldn't answer simple questions,
Often broke the rules,
And you, outcast were as well,
Thrown out of the guild,
For using destructive spells,
You were a star pupil,
Intelligent, not daft,
You always did your work,
The best in the pack,
You studied hard,
You studied long,
But it only took one wrong,
The teacher did much protest,
To your newest experiment,
Of which you had paid full token,
You showed your mentor the Hadoken,
He was impressed, I'll give you that,
But you killed his favorite hat,
So out your were tossed,
Outlawed, scorned, banned,
And who was the idiot into you ran?
Twas Fighter, just outcast,
He mistook your instults,
For friendly idle chat.
So now with him your stuck,
Even to this day,
But now you have two new morons,
A Theif and a Mage.
The Theif, oh, he is greedy,
More than any you have seen,
The Mage he is Red,
And the smartest on the team.
And you still too have Fighter,
Oh you wish you could just scream.
Only one thing keeps you running,
Only one thing keeps you sane,
Only one thing in your thoughts,
You must see White Mage again.

-----------------------------------

Once I start writing, geez, I can't stop! :p I can go on, I swear...

[Dragonsbane]

That was awesome:D

[Cat]

Thanks. :D

[semysane]

Seriously kickass.

[Cat]

Aww, cummon. It wasn't that good. Alot have people have done better...

Alright, I did a good job. No need to hide it. Thanks for you coments. ^.^

[Osterbaum]

I bet your poem is good Cat...but I'm just too lazy to read it right now, so I'l do it later...

[MP37a]

Every Rose has its thorns
Even the brightest day can be forlorn
It only takes a takes a moment for things to go down hill
But it’s only takes a moment to make you feel special or unreal
It’s these moments that I will always hold dear
It’s these moments that tell me there is nothing to fear
It’s these moments that make everything seem all right
It’s these moments that comfort me to sleep at night
It’s these moments that make me laugh
It’s these moments that can come and go so fast
It’s these moments that I have shared with you
There are so many not just a few
Give me a second to take you all in with another glance
This is another moment that we will share in our romance

[Lycanthrope]

And now for a lighter note
A note of joy
unfortunately sounded in hidious dischord
a dissonance, and stupidly played on bagpipes.
That takes what ought to have been a funny poem
and makes it a total waste of time.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Of the Round ...

He takes it all off
a peice at a time.
Not meticulously.
Not carefully.

He rips it off.
As fast as he can
and throws it all to the floor.

He doesn't need the weight
or the burden
of all that heavy armor.

He's finished with the games
with the lies he's told himself
just to get by.
Now there is nothing that
he can hide behind.

He's done with it all.
It was all a fucking lie anyways.
She wanted a Knight in Shining Armor, it's true.

She just didn't want him.

[RaiRai]

I'm on a strange high
these cotton candy clouds
surround me as I fly
around the pinks and whites
and swirls of sweet blisses
a thousand sugar-filled kisses
that make me smile wide
and the shimmer in my eyes
glaized and cherry topped
spiral round the lolly-pop
and then I'll fall
crash right down
wear a fading candy crown
the addiction ends
and I fall within
I hate the craving
and the way it makes me bend.

[Osterbaum]

Sitting here
All by my self
I'm not sure where,
You went

I miss you
I really do
Please come back
You'l be happy too

Cause I don't know about you,
But I for one felt good
or am I just being a fool?
Sticking on to you...

Hmmm...I don't know, but thats what I came up with...I think I'm still having a blank moment...

[Cat]

When your thoughts are muttled,
And you feel completely fuddled,
Look to a friend for inspiration,
Look a a thing for one notation,
Look to the sky to see it's green,
Look at the grass to see it's blue,
Let your imagination run wild,
Let it soar to the stars,
Infinity and beyond.

Blank moments suxors.

[MP37a]

My attempt at writing a darker moodier poem to creep out my friends haha kind of lame but meh lol:

Whispers in the Dark

I hear whispers in the dark.
Whispers that taunt, haunt, and bring me to the brink of insanity
It must be Satan inside of me.
It is by his hand, which I am marked.

Ladie Ladie Da
Deedle Deedle De
Why won’t you come play with me?
I’ve lost my eyes but can plainly see,
What lies ahead in the future for thee.
Death, destruction and complete ruin
And the beasts will be a chewing
On your soul and icy black heart
Slowing tearing them apart
And all that you have sought
Will have died with you here as you rot.

Each day I struggle for control
And each day I lose a little more of my whole.
I’m becoming what I fear the most.
Merely a ghost held prisoner in flesh.
Waiting for my eternal rest.

Ladie Ladie Da
Deedle Deedle De
Why won’t you come play with me?
I’ve lost my eyes but can plainly see,
What lies ahead in the future for thee.
Death, destruction and complete ruin
And the beasts will be a chewing
On your soul and icy black heart
Slowing tearing them apart
And all that you have sought
Will have died with you here as you rot.

Hardie Hardie Har
Whittle Whittle Wuz
I smell your sin and just because
You think your not and that you’re pure
Just watch and wait for what is in store for
You shall pay a price indeed
Much harsher than the others we all agreed.
Do my work well
And you will be rewarded before you enter hell.
And if you do not you be punished in life and there after
For to him you do not really matter
What you can’t do he has a million others
Join me and we will unite to defeat him together.

I see my friends, relatives; people I don’t know and myself die
When I hold no grudges toward them. I just don’t understand why.
Urges to kill and destroy I daily restrain
I don’t know how long I can maintain this.
They come stronger now and still I must resist.
I’m really getting tired of this.
But as long as he persists I shall endure
For I have the power to I assure you.

Ladie Ladie Da
Deedle Deedle De
Why won’t you come play with me?
I’ve lost my eyes but can plainly see,
What lies ahead in the future for thee.
Death, destruction and complete ruin
And the beasts will be a chewing
On your soul and icy black heart
Slowing tearing them apart
And all that you have sought
Will have died with you here as you rot.

Doodle Doodle Dam
Jangle Jangle Jing
With triumphant voice I ring
You shall not break nor take from me.
You have no power here
So why don’t you just disappear.
All your cheats and lies weren’t even worth the try
So goodbye to you for forever
And better luck on your future endeavors

[Osterbaum]

Blank moments suxors.

Got that right...

[semysane]

MP37a, that was seriously kickass. Damn. Wow.

[Osterbaum]

You try hard
I know
But your reasons,
Them I doubt

They seem right
They seem good
But don't take me for a fool
I see through

You say this
And mean that
While many believe you
But I don't do

So grab your things
You're not staying
You hurt my feelings
Thats what I'm saying

No your gone
And I dont regret
Anything you made me do

[Thaumaturge]

This is based on a story that I read long ago.

A stranger travelled, by hill and dale,
From where he came unknown.
Wandering without aim,
He came upon the town.

The villagers were fearful,
The traveller could see.
But could not read within their eyes,
Whether what they feared was he.

The villagers sent out a man,
Their spokesman shaking right.
The man called the traveller in;
The town was not safe by night.

Inside by lamp and hearthlight,
The villagers told their tale.
By night a troll their villiage prowled,
To its human prey a bale.

The traveller listened closely,
His eyes the flame did meet.
When the story reached its end,
He rose up to his feet.

The traveller took up his staff,
And strode out to the night.
The villagers looked on in fear,
A few bemoaned his plight.

The darkling square was quiet,
As the troll entered sight.
Its arms were long, its tall back curved,
Its lank frame lit by moonlight.

The troll smiled cruelly,
Seeing prey so near.
The traveller stood boldly,
Holding back his fear.

The traveller swung his staff,
Broke it on his foe,
The troll came on regardless,
It's stony hide no mark did show.

The pair locked arms and grappled,
Each bent on the other's unmaking.
Mountain stone unbending,
Human will unbreaking.

All through the night the wrestled,
Neither gaining ground.
But human strength will fail,
Mountain stone stays sound.

The troll's opponent weakened,
His struggles would soon be ceased.
His death was greeted finally,
By a glimmering in the East.

The troll roared out its victory,
It thought the battle won.
It never looked behind it,
To see the rising sun.

The sun's light caught the troll,
As it bellowed its triumphal tone,
The sun engulfed its flesh,
and left it solid stone.

[semysane]

Very good. I love a poem that tells a tale.

[videogamerz2000]

Words on a computer screen,
essays,
reports,
research,
is it all nessicary?

Looking blankly into space,
searching for ideas,
words,
pictures,
or even a thought.

Past issues,
school work,
home work,
work from the office,
how does it compare to comfort?

Is hard work the key?
What if it fails?
Will it be worth it or will it go down the tube?

I find myself,
typing endlessy,
to others,
online,
close by,
or far away,
do they even care?

If it's all work and no play,
count me out.
How can you be rewarded,
if all is naught for future happiness?
What if the future closes soon?
What will happen then?
I continue to type,
as do others,
to see sight of the distant future....

(Sorry if my spelling's off today, or something)

[Funka Genocide]

Lost in transit
Along the way
Misplaced by someone
I could not say

I know not
I wish I did
That I sought
With little hope

I seem to find
Without trouble
What’s left behind
Becomes tomorrow

Framed in joy
A silent picture
Torn right through
My heart, a puncture

Tied with care
An empty ribbon
A scene to share
With anyone

Wrote with love
An endless song
Sang to those
Known all along

To be true
And friends they stay
Lonely minds
Are hearts I say

Erick Diaz 24 May, 2004

[Unknowner]

Lost among the conversations
Sudden
Flashing
Inspiration
Comes, and just as quickly fades away from sight again
Not merely reconfiguration
Of aged concepts,
Past creations
Original precept
Now flows from the pen
Magnum opus,
Masterpiece it's not, but
at the very least
A gift.
From the Muse.


~U
...I think so Brain, but wouldn't the slurpees give the hedgehogs brainfreezes?

[Unknowner]

This is part of a rock opera I'm slowly piecing together... or the lyrics thereto, anyway. Purely metaphoric, but I think it's pretty good.

~SCReWS~
Hold me fast
Hold me tight
Hold together
One more night
Walls about
Protect me
Hold me in
Don't let me see
Flesh and girders
Wood and steel
Bind together
What be...

Real...

Stand
On the outside
And look in.
Know
Only hate
For this sinner
Even tho' you love the sin...
Slave no matter
Where I turn
No matter what
I choose
And I can't hold
These beams
From falling
Anymore...

The screws
Are coming loose...

Peering out
Of battered frame
Gaze at what
I cannot tame
Broken window
Drafty, yet
Cannot stem
This tide of sweat
Hear it groan
And flex and creak
Mind and roof
Begin to leak

Stand
On the outside
Looking in
Know
Hate for the sinner,
Though you love the sin
Slave no matter
Where I go
No matter what
I choose
Can't hold these beams
From fallin' anymore...
`Cause the screws are coming loose.

Voice within
Compels me
Shows me just
What they won't see
Rain outside
Is raging on,
And storm within
Now shakes the stone
Cracked foundation,
Failing heart
Cell or shelter...
It falls apart
Stand on the outside lookin' in
Hate the sinner, love the sin
Slave no matter where I go,
No matter what I choose
Can't hold these beams from fallin' anymore
`Cause the screws...

Bend and flex and snap and groan
Popping knotholes, creaking bones
No more can these steel threads hold,
Crushed by pressure, cracked by cold...
Stand on the outside lookin' in
Hate the sinner, love the sin
Slave no matter where I go,
No matter what I choose
Can't hold these beams from fallin' anymore
`Cause the screws are comin' loose...

Sickness
Creeping
Are you
Sleeping?
Cannot feel
Anymore
Lost for
All time
Within
My mind
Waiting for
The opened door

And

As the walls decay and dissapear
I find myself no longer here
No more tears
No more fear
No shame
No endless blame
Beat your game
Gone insane
I've changed...
and...
These crumbling walls won't hold me anymore...
The
Screws...
Have...
Come..
Loose.


~U
...Alice Cooper could kick Marilyn Manson's pasty tuchus around the block any day.

[Funka Genocide]

hey unknowner, they don't like double posting around here, so next time you should just edit your last post. The same thing happened to me when I first started posting on this forum, and I'm just trying to spread the good word. If you haven't read the rules yet you should, they clear a lot of things up. Cool poem by the way!

[Unknowner]

`k, I'll remember that one... and thanks! ^^

~U
...who hath learn-ed his lesson well...

[lokisfenris]

Well, this one is technically published... but hey!?
This is an elegy to my dog, who passed away in September of 2003.

Title: An Empty Place Beside the Table
Dedication: Rest in Peace

Large and regal, you used to sit right there,
With pleading eyes, deman homage in form of food.
I ran my fingers through soft lush hair,
It cheered me up from any mood.

Never'll I forget, you used to sit right there,
Beg a lick of ice-cream, a bite of ake.
Big Saint Bernard, beside my dinner-table chair.
So much you give, and almost nothing take.

Sometimes I see you, you used to sit right there,
Standing watch over the sick, a solid shield.
And did you welcome death, with your gentle stare?
I'm certain, yes, never unwillingly did you yield.

I hear the collar jingle, you used to sit right there,
Life left you weary, you gave too much,
For silly humans you showed too much care,
After so long, you relented your protective clutch.

Samuel Khasin

Copyright ©2004 Samuel Khasin

You can find some other crap on Poetry.com, but this is by far the best and the only one, in my opinion, that's any good. Well My Love was OK... Please be honest in critiquing my poem, I know it's difficult to criticize emotional poems.

[Funka Genocide]

in a box with open lid
dicarded wrappings left
stands a lonely little kid
with soul in pieces, cleft

is his rightful soundness
separated in violent haste
hungry beasts abound, this
the insipid awful taste

savored by the one not tasting
a vitriolic type abuse
the child knows his time is wasting
his future turned into refuse

the road mended while he traveled
with passage damage heals
the ravage of his past unraveled
in humble stance he kneels

just wrote this now, the product of 48 hours of consciousnes.

[Osterbaum]

I have seen many good poems in this thread and some bad ones too. Mainly good ones though. Anyway, here is one of mine again.

You once were here
You were all mine
I was all yours
We had some good times

Then it ended
I still wonder why
You never said nothing
Just decided to leave me by

I cried
I shouted
I missed you
I hope you did too

[semysane]

A lot of those bad ones are by me :p I like to help out by making everyone else look good.

Anyway, I am now officially a PUBLISHED POET! I entered a writing contest a while ago, and the top hundred poems, or something, get published in an anthology called Sailing Away. I didn't win, but I never do anyway so I'm not disapointed.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

And to think
that his independance
came at a price
he was still willing to pay.

When all was said
and done
his bachelorship
and his apartment
were summed up
in a way that made
everyone groan
to hear it.

"Less money
Mo'problems ..."

- This actually came to me when I was talking with a friend about my 'independance.' He asked how it was living on my own. I told him that with rent and bills paid off, that the amount of cash left over from my paychecks, for my personal use, amounted to $9.14. To which he replied "Less money, Mo'problems."

Suffice to say I'm in the market for a new friend ... -

Demon's Bad poems: +1

[semysane]

It's not bad at all. I like it :D

[MP37a]

This is what extreme boredom can do:

What would you do for a Klondike bar?
I’d walk to the store if it weren’t that far.
Would you jump in a moat?
In a flimsy wooden boat that won’t even float?
While singing love songs to Mr. Bill the goat?
No I wouldn’t jump in a moat in a boat that doesn’t float
Nor will I have any relations with any goat
I do not want your Klondike Bar
I will not take it Sam I Are.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
Oh Please I wish you would really stop.
Be a sport, my pet owl would always play, so just give it a try
Yeah and he choked on a tootsie pop that’s why he died.
You can’t prove it; it wasn’t my fault
They’re going to charge you with owlet assault
Hey now you’re just being cruel
And I suppose you serving him for dinner was just so cool?

Who took the cookie from the cookie jar?
You don’t keep your cookies in a stupid cookie jar!
When I say cookie I mean sugary treats
You really should switch to whole grain wheat
Was it you or was it me?
Oh please for the love of all that’s merciful God help me!
The culprit we must apprehend
Can we just bring this to an end?

[semysane]

:D Hahahahaha! SWEET!

[Lycanthrope]

I've looked into the face
of reason and madness both
and both spoke the same
And advised I leap
into the realms where I've not tread

And into both I looked and wished
and wished before, that I'd been born
In ancient times to wall myself in cloisters cell
and sheild myself in habits robe.

But would I live that life with ease?
I'd fear not sin for sin shuns me
yet I'd know for all that this life was false
Would to live a questionable truth be more
than to live a lie the beyond reproach?
And to live a lie beyond reproach
be beyond any clemency?

But for this stance all sides shout
condemnations of the man
whose mind stays ever undecided
whose heart is just benieth his sleeve
Their eyes show pity and they dispare
of ever changing a poor fools mind
Whose eyes see too far for madmans ways
But fall too short for those of sages.

And though he knows all said is true
He knows too well, too well
Where some mens cannot stop their drive of lust
His of fear is by far the stronger

And the wall remains just in his path
Rational to hold it well
perhaps true, perhaps not

Regret, regret, the song of fools
whose wisdom comes too late to stop
Regret, the unloved lover's cry
who knew the truth in other's words
but knew as well, his truth of self
and sang regret before its time.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Love most horrid

His finger pauses
wavers slightly
held in place
millimeters above the
Enter key ...

He pauses
with doubt
hestitation becomes
a tantric sensation
his finger jabs down
the key in place

tantric he waits
for the answer to
the most important question
he has ever asked anyone
online
before.

"Are you really a girl?
Or just some jerkoff
screwing with my head?"

The answer is both
expected
and unexpected.

Shoulders sag as he
drags a line
under the collum of
their identity.

Real Girls: 2
Jerkoffs pretending to be girls: 37 +1

[Osterbaum]

A lot of those bad ones are by me I like to help out by making everyone else look good.

Now, now...Don't go mocking your self.

[Dark Prophet]

Circles


Life is death, and death is infinite life
and all things are in circles, without any strife
we cannot escape, and cannot endure
all the things, I see and conjure
circles I see, and circles of life
nothing that I see, and nothing that I know
the darkness begins to show
all the things that are light, and all the things of death
of the life, and of my own death
things return to normal, as if i never existed
nothing exists without the cirles, and the dommed existance
life is death, and death is infinite life
all things revolve in the circles, and never end, the same as life


Darkness

The darkness within me, consumes my soul
all that hear the screams, I hear them call
the darkness consumes me, and I cannot feel
everything that is true, is still unrevealed
nothing is real, and everything is fake
The darkness consumes us all, and us all in its wake
When one becomes trapped, they do not see
how much of this, that i still decree
the darkness consumes, and also destroys
all of the things, that i still enjoy
my darkness consumes, and kills me now
for I cannot live, and cannot die
my life is hell, and now i cry
the death that is my body, now is whole
but all the things I hold dear, i cannot control
the darkness consumes, and burns with its fire
and all the things i hold, i die by my own desire
to live and to die, thats all that is left
or no one knows anything thats left...


BTW, i just copied these from some of my old poetry meshes of documents.....I have tons but lost most of em

[videogamerz2000]

Games....
Are they for fun?
Or are they for work?

I turn on my consoles,
sitting endlessly in front of a screen,
typing or hitting buttons,
feeling a sense of excitement,
or a sense of duty.

What is a real gamer?
Is it the one with the best score?
The one with most experience?
The beginner, trying for the first time?
The secret still remains a mystery to me...

I just threw something together here, trying to reflect on what's happened to me the past week.

[Funka Genocide]

I wrote this a while back, its a little "dark" as well.

Maimed ideals pave the way to violence
The road so often traveled by the disenfranchised
Of those who hunger for lost innocence
Yet seek to take the same from those still having it
A bitter soul may perpetrate the unthinkable
But will it ever truly enjoy such things?
Can a man find any satisfaction in this act?
The subjugation of persons weaker than himself
Or does he simply persist in hopes of finding an answer?
What question does the mad man ask of himself that provokes such atrocity?

The road to love may be long and winding
Its forks deceptive in their apparent synonymy
A decision half made and half fallen into
May leave the travelers stranded on paths unfamiliar
When people stand confused they grow angry
Anger creeps from purest amorousness, with a wry skill
Why do we seek to tear ourselves apart through our passion?

A serene ignorance blows the sweet wind of forgiveness
When justified in horror we are at our worst
A benevolent power beyond us has granted sanctuary
Who are we to deny such a thing?
We take up our arms for god, country and family
And so do the enemy with equal conviction and fervor
When will the man, the individual realize that responsibility can not be sold so easily?


Erick Diaz 28 March, 2004

it doesn't rhyme or anything, it just tries to find answers. I tried to think of the source of human suffering, but couldn't nail it down, then I thought of asking, and this poem came to me.

[RaiRai]

A lack of memories
(so incomplete)
another corner at which we meet
yet we just stand
eyes fixed into stare
awaiting the dream to catch us there
It won't fall into place
because we won't reach
gaze into eachothers empty faces
that nameless beach
of memories past and long forgot
those times we had
(or perhaps did not?)
the confusion of thoughts
that reside in this mind
enter and leave
split and divide
and then they subside
and we again say hello
I've met you before
but how could we know?

[Cat]

Welcome

Away with Winter chills,
And welcome all the thrills,
Of a thing called Spring,
Away with cold and dying trees,
Welcome the daffodils and hunny bees,
Away with the grass of a dying brown,
And welcome the grass that is green,
Oh welcome the birds,
And welcome the bears,
Welcome all the fruits and vegetables, there,
Away with the cold, the sad, dread and dying,
And welcome the warm, the happy, joyous, and living.

[Funka Genocide]

Its midnight in California, and I'm floating around the Pacific ocean. I'm awake because sleep and me aren't speaking anymore, we've had a bit of a falling out. My thoughts turn to the missing pieces in my life, as they often do, and the one spot seeming the most vital and absent is, not surprisingly, romance. I think of the woman I love, and how stupid I am for that. She has a life and a future, I have responsibilities I can't live up to. She has a gift for words in many languages, and I have trouble reading my own handwriting. She can't see how beautiful she really is, and I can't convince her. I hate not being the perfect man, but I hate the fact that no woman will ever love just me more. My thoughts keep tearing at me like this all night, it ok though, I'm used to it. I yearn for that missing piece, for my Sangreal, my Holy Grail, the part of me that resides in another. And so I write, as I always do, and this is it.

No One Left to Pay


It is the stone that bends and not the man
A hallowed sight with wounded hands
The stains are deeper than the truth
And no one left to pay

It is will that breaks before the wall
A hollow shell still held in thrall
Forced to persist without hope
Thoughts sincere but wrong

It is love that blooms like a rose
Sublime union meant for those
Without balance and still worthy
To save the others soul

It is pain that bleeds and not my veins
I only feel this when it rains
God is here between my fears
She wants me just as you

It is truth I say that is wrong
If lies they were all along
The greatest story ever sold
And no one left to pay

Erick Diaz 27 May, 2004

this poem has two very significant meanings for me, and they are tied to its two subjects. My love and my world. I won't explain the whole thing, but I will thank everyone for reading it. There is a small portion of my soul in this thing, so take it with you and do what you will with it.

Oh man, I really must be tired, I am soooo melodramatic tonight.

[lokisfenris]

Hey man, I know the feeling, I'm tired as all hell too! I'm also a California resident... Did you realize that the introduction to your poem can itself be made into a bit of free verse? I'm sure you did... just thought I'd mention it.

[Lycanthrope]

Midnight, holy crap!
The hour of sleep is here
without my notice.

[Funka Genocide]

heh, thats true. Whenever I feel bad about something, ie: depressed, insulted, angered, pressured etc. I tend to start thinking either poetically or cinematically. I guess I've been exposed to too many romantic heroes. Thanks for reading it though. I just got to California by the way, and I'll only be here for a few months, then its back to Japan, where people understand me even less! (angst is so much fun you know, its addicting)

[lokisfenris]

OK, as for all that, I've pissed Mashirosen off enough today, so if we're to continue that converstation, lets move it into PMs. I do like your poem, its very interesting. As you admit, it is angsty, but it's a lot better than any of the angsty crap I used to write. Mine was bad... "Suicide," "Pinnacles of Pain," "Sex with the Reaper," "Ultimate Nightmare," bad, bad stuff... Kudos!

[RaiRai]

Life so precious when taken away
one flick of the wrist and you're on your way
toward pastels and whites of dreams long gone
all the times you have lost, yet have you now won?
When walking past images within your mind
wishing those things you didn't need to leave behind
but something caused you to feed the doubt
to seek new adventure, to find your way out
and now you are soaring, I can see you up there
smile down upon me and whisper winds through my hair
I hear your voice laugh, never heard it before
but you tell me to continue, to reach for that shore
so I'll keep on moving whereas you've stopped your quest
you did what was right for you, what you thought best
so my dear friend, a sweet kiss for your thought
your life now wasted, another one bought.

[Funka Genocide]

time for a dose of some Zoamelgustar freestylin. I mean here is some poetry from the hip.

an ego's worth of fabrication
falsely said, in implication
that we are far greater than
our pervasive social station

judged and happy stand silent minds
never believed it takes all kinds
even those of lesser worth
may stand with us behind the lines

mercy given unexpected
fines accrued and then collected
keep asthetics' pristine luster
no remorse for those rejected

those circumstances self imposed
with bitter hatred still enclosed
forbode by the collective
brash transgression not once supposed

discordant to a fine ideal
the hope of worth seems so surreal
entropy awaits beside
those who've died still able to feel

this one is about bums, you know, transients, hobos, tramps, vagabonds, disenfranchised persons, squatters, the destitute, you know what I mean?

I just realized this thing reads all wrong. it seems to bash the homeless. I didn't mean that, what I mean to do was display societies patronizing and hypicritical view of them. I hate the way its just "get them out of my sight" and everyone just wants their world to be rosy and freshly scented. I hate the way people try and remove themselves from something unpleasant instead of removing the source of their ire. I realize that not much can be done, but who said I wasn't a hypocrite as well? I find it funny that I wrote the entire thing in a tone of sarcasm, expecting everyone to realize without an explanation, apparently I have some kind of disassociative social disorder. Maybe thats not right, hmm...

[RaiRai]

I wake up
put on the radio
wonder what to do
where to go
sip the coffee
from my greasy cup
stare at the ceiling
I'm up, I'm up
though eyes are closing
I cannot wake
to the kitchen
the toast I take
butterknife cuts
I slump to the floor
not from bleeding
but I must sleep some more

[Osterbaum]

Suddenly I found my self all alone in the darkness
No one to talk to, no one to hold
I wondered towards
Minute by minute growing old

That for a long time I did
Until I gave up, too tired to sit
I fell to the ground
Couldn't get up
Like a lonely bird with out wings

For a minute I thought, I was left there
But then I remembered the others that were
The others that cared

It was then I realized
I didn't really need you
You made me think so
It was lies though
I know it now

Well...I guess it could be worse...

[Funka Genocide]

I'm no good for anyone
but doesn't that excite you?
with my violent, smoking gun
I'll take your tears away

all those movies say
you'd rather I be bad
walking my own way
and caution left behind

I'll be your tragic hero
I'll never wear a smile
passion isn't free though
you must need me alone

just some late night mutterings from an empty mind.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Heh. That's hilarious, Rai Rai! Bravo!

Growing up in a farming community can sometimes spawn poetry like this:

Chilliwack Love Story

She told me that she loved me,
And gave me a long-stem rose,
and a kiss.

I told her that I loved her,
And gave her a glass of milk
and an ear of corn.

[videogamerz2000]

Nice Demon and RaiRai! Quite funny....

The cold feet on the cold floor,
my eyes widen to the utter extent,
as a cold wave shoots to my mind.

The bathroom fan,
spins, flutters and hums as I brush my teeth,
and the taste is absoluetly horrid.

The bowl of cereal,
floats to the ends of the earth,
and it's just the beginning of the day.

[Lycanthrope]

First verse of an opera I am writing:
Rest you your eyes
and I'll sing you a song
of love and dispare yet uncharted
Would bring her suprise
for she ment me no wrong
but left me no less broken hearted

not much, but its a start.

[Thaumaturge]

That's good, Lycanthrope!

What's the storyline?

Here's my quick bit of poetry:

A bright blade flashing,
The dark foe gnashing,
A battle 'tween good and ill.
The victor unknown,
Seeds of the future sown,
Which shall our destiny fill?

[lokisfenris]

I have a strong urge to correct some spelling, I am resisting the urge... **cough*despair*cough**

[Funka Genocide]

Don't do it! nobody likes being grammatically corrected! Why, one time I was almost punched by a good friend of mine for doing such things! I feel very spammy right now so I will write a poem.

time is left in minds perceived
in open thought for greedy thieves
so talked about in hateful tones
but what is left but ancient bones?

thats it, and feel free to correct my spelling, just PM me about it. Everytime I come across a spelling error in any of my posts I always edit it out, kind of neurotic eh?

[Lycanthrope]

oy, the storyline. Lets see, the PDQ Bach line... oh yes "The Plot seems complicated at first but with some study it becomes hopelessly confused."

Well, I tweeked a couple of Opera stereotypes and let things fall into place. Its about a bard who is in love with a lady in waiting who has no feelings for him. A phillanderer comes into the picture and seduces the lady, then leaves her, causing her to commit suicide. The Bard goes mad and kills the phillander and himself. There's also a witch involved but in the interest of keeping people's heads, including my own, from exploding, I won't try to complicate issues further.

[Funka Genocide]

here it comes, something poetry like in consistency, has an odor reminiscent of prose, its boiling point seems to be correct, and yet I still believe this may be an infomercial in disguise...

who will cry for the fat mans plight?
the one whos visage gives way to fright
his indecent existence a thing of sorrow
but who will stay with him tonight?

bound up in rags and lain to rest
an empty headed malignant pest
his future is sold for less than his past
his destiny fades with all the rest

disgusting people still humane
in disposition still remain
accomodating and pliable
but these things are inane

the churlish braggart does not wait
he makes his way with obvious gait
his scars are worn for all to see
like a violent fishers luring bait

her face is pretty, oh so fine
your overt wants she won't define
purchased is her divine right
her innocence is by design

horrid children of circumstance
wasted not are many a glance
written off as a lost cause
thrown away was their last chance

buy my cutlery yo!

[Lycanthrope]

A couple more verses to the aria:

My love was a love
lost before it began
Her beauty from heaven did send
But the angels above
did not care for my plan
For she thought for me nothing but friend

Her eyes were like gems
hair golden and fair
her smile, as bright as the dawn
to her form, written poems
with great loving care
and her neck, graceful as a swan.

[RaiRai]

Winds ripple over waters pure
as I watch from way back there
the light bounces across the shore
I want to touch but do not dare
Sands quiver beneath the wind
my eyes caress the gentle scene
as the sun sets and the evening begins
I cannot to temptation lean
I'll watch from back here upon the rock
at the bliss that lays before my eyes
and wait here until for one last look
I cast my gaze on the fresh sunrise
then turn away and walk the dune
that held me away from this blessed place
I'll return here again alone next June
and perhaps join in lifes beautiful chase.

[Funka Genocide]

On the wings of chance flew
a person I was meant to know
yet somehow always knew
this heart was meant to show

by a whim and happily did
I discover her beauty
my flaws so cleverly I hid
but honesty my duty

she is all I want in life
her smiling prose and ennui
I could bear the blinding strife
if she finds her place with me

I've faith she sees my soul
with eyes that love so much
many times I've lost control
and used my passion as a crutch

never will I take as given
the marvel that's your breath
through your words I'm newly risen
my world is yours unto death

never give up Lia! I'll wait for you in my humble world, you go on in yours. Someday our paths will meet in full, and on that day will I be whole.

[Osterbaum]

He walks on the road
I see him again
The wredge of a man
Does nothing, but pretends

Like rain falling from the sky
Thats what happens when I see him cry
He used to be a happy man
He used to have it all
No he has nothing
He no longer stands tall

Another one. It's a bit shorter this time than usually, but you make them as you make them. Have you noticed the same sort of manner I use in my poems? Any kind of pattern or something?

[Lycanthrope]

A bit obsessed are we zoam?

[Funka Genocide]

you could say that... I'm not crazy! (that makes me sound crazy doesn't it?) I was just trying to show support, maybe I went a little overboard though. I never claimed to NOT be an idiot. he he ;)

in fact heres a poem about me being an idiot!

when confronted with a pretty sight
I lose all recourse to what is right
my mind falls off like so much sod
from the back of a van

I claim to be a man of reason
but unhinged am I when the season
turns to warmth and flowers bloom
I see only her


A thought occured in brain unmanned
my own defeat by my own hand
veer my will off the road
and turn on my warning lights

I contemplate, yet persevere
on course mad and still sincere
so selfish are my needs
to make her happy

yeah, I'm a fool, but I like it that way =0

-edit-
I'm one post short of 200! What should I do? It must be something spectacular! Either that or some random comment about boobs... yes, boobs...

[RaiRai]

A loss of thought, a lack of self
I shove my feelings upon the shelf
right at the back where no one can see
that helpless empty part of me
covered in dust, as black as my heart
in a world of which I could never be part
Alone and shunned, kept far away
in hopes to be returned one day
dusted down and polished anew
to begin this life and see it through
but for now I sit here, looking down
a painted face with a bitter frown
A loss of purpose, a lack of self
Watching from high upon my shelf...

[Osterbaum]

You did something
I will never forgett
You thought happines it would bring
But just saddnes didn't I get?

You ask for forgivenes
I tell you no
You wish me gods bless
I don't care though

You say you are sorry
I am still bitter
I wouldn't worry
You just got to the list of the unforgiven

[RaiRai]

Feeling rejected
my heartache detected
I shy away from the hate
in this empty state
just a shell of deception
I have no recollection
of any thought past or present
these feelings were not meant

not meant for my vessel
with these emotions I'll wrestle
and the tears keep on flowing
my eyes are not glowing
as black as my heart sinks
bitterness my soul drinks
as I look on in sorrow
and pray for tomorrow

As I'm not accepted
tossed and dejected
through the empty window
watching the moon low
and the light shines across me
but I still cannot see
caught up in my self hatred
on glass shards, I will tread
Until I shed my last tear
and watch on within fear
at the beauty surrounding
reality comes pounding

I could never be the beauty
that they claim that they see
through rose colored glass
a soul without mass
for I die without thought
another lesson been taught
but I cannot listen
I've lost my mission
a lone girl awaiting fate
coming, but comes too late...

[Funka Genocide]

the more attached the more I feel
the pain of letting myself be involved
every line spent in delivering myself
is wasted if no one really cares

am I just a thing to be tolerated?
am I something more than a nuisance?
I want to be and yet thats not enough
I've never been able to fool myself

and apparently I haven't fooled you
as much as I'd love to pull the wool over
your eyes and mine own at night
is it false? or am I just not good enough?

why must we be limited to our own perceptions?
if only I could find inside your mind
the heart that beats for me
or an empty cavern with nothing left
for an idiot like me

I'll call this one Insecurity. Come on everyone, say it with me! in-se-cure-it-eeee!!! don't you feel better now?

[Osterbaum]

I watch as leaves light
I love it when enters night
A son of dark
A wretched soul
But I have no choice
I'm just an empty hole

[Funka Genocide]

in every chest beats a heart with purpose
in all minds there stand questions
who am I? what am I here for? why?
Where are you looking my friends, where?
we seek truth outside that which is ours
we need a voice that sounds aloud
the truth to eveyone at once
a clarion call to save the world from itself
we keep our ears open in hope and frustration
never listening to the truth that lives in us all
our souls yearn for freedom from the oppressive
milieu they are forced into like kindling
we charge our hearts to keep on beating
there way through a forest of hate
intertwined with love is fear
and brothers they stay despite their feud
learn to fear that which is painful
and love it too, for it is truth as well
send a message to yourself
"I love you more than anything"

I love me *hugs self* yay! lmao

[RaiRai]

There goes my life

I watch from distant corners
at the one that caught my eye
trying to stop these tears
and urge myself to fly
but I'll keep on watching
as my life passes me by
tried to hold on tightly
but was left out to dry
it aches so deep inside of me
and I always knew why
I let him go yet again
another sorrowful goodbye
so now I'll sit here waiting
trying not to cry
and whenever I want to think of him
look up to our sky...

[Funka Genocide]

posessed of all the pride
a timid heart can't hold
I've placed my fears aside
and had a go at being bold

wavering on empty course
and not a seconds hesitance
trace my love to its source
and found nothing in residence

all the tears I could not shed
in vast amounts they stay
never freed from my head
like so many a creeping day

sorting through my mental heap
sifted clean yet unrefined
my heart craves its final leap
the distance not divined

hateful to my craven reason
and my blighted face
the mind comitting treason
against me in disgrace

I've savored sorrow long enough
and tasted blood as well
I never was all that tough
but always bound for hell

I want my knight in shining splendour
but make it not a man
the feminine my sight does render
all my hopes upon

why can I not be saved?
and taken from my pain
by my hand the road is paved
but travelled lonely and insane

give to me my happiness
someone somewhere please!
a world bent on slapping this
poor boy to his knees

they have destroyed all that I was
and quite remarkably
desecrated just because
I gave in so easily

take from me my desire
or make my dreams fulfilled
leave me not with this ire
so viciously instilled

Erick Diaz, June 10, 2004

[Osterbaum]

I stand alone proud and still
No one can change it
All the way up the hill
I can take any hit

You can not kill me
Or my pride
Just let me be
Take a nother ride

For years you stayed
Tried it all
But still I hailed
Proud and tall

It is something you can not take
Away from me, it will not go
It is real, nothing fake
You can try, but I won't take

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Alone

I cannot remember when I last cried.
I cannot be found, yet I do not hide.
I do not know when I last was kissed,
Or told that I would be sorely missed.
Never told that I am loved.
Never had a father to give a hug.
Though I do not speak or lift my head,
It does not matter, for I am dead.

-Slightly Above Average Man.

[Funka Genocide]

its cold and lonely here with me
in this room where no eyes see
past their desires and expectations
for what they could never be

take a page from any book
do not read it, only look
for a word that strikes your fancy
you'll only find truths mistook

grant your sight a freer reign
give it license to try again
and discover what is there
besides an ugly stain

under the guise of wishful thinking
lies a darkness: cold, unblinking
its sweet words we often heed
its poison aims we feel proceeding

through the heart and mind
leaving what we wish to find
but not what is really there
empty joy of truth designed

quit fooling yourself, thats what I always say, to myself ironicly. :D

-edit- shameless attention mongering: if anybody likes my poetry, please tell me! I would really appreciate some feedback, if you happen to read this posting, please just PM me with any thoughts, impressions, flattery, bad mouthing or criticism you can muster, thanks :) I now return you to your regularly scheduled poetry.

[RaiRai]

So damn expectant of when I'll fall
waiting to see the end of it all
I know they laugh behind my back
make assumptions of what I lack
don't see the things in which I prevail
Set me up to lose, allow me to fail
then just laugh as I fall down low
Don't help me up, just turn and go
You think you know me, don't you...?

[Wanghat]

Poetry is tough
Haiku makes it much simpler
Syllables, less thought.

[Lycanthrope]

High School is a fickle mistress
Now kind, now cruel,
now soft, now harsh
and now, our affair will soon be gone
My respite come, from you, forever
we'll both move on to other things
On to bigger things for me.

And your not the only one
who got away from me today.
not the only one I'll leave behind
when I walk across that stage
a symbolic bridge
between worlds
and lovers, lost and found.

[Ravenhurst]

The sprites dance in the light
the snow falls gently
another celebration night
commences in the thatch

the game is roasting
on the spit
with fairies boasting
of their catch

it ran like mad
quite entertaining
to the glad
and eager sprites

no creature living
fled so long
its wind started giving
it fell to these mites

who now feast on tender meat
sparing not a part.
Eating skin, ears, and feet,
genitals, thumbs, and eyes

it spurs them on
they toss and roll
the human's gone
left to the flies



Considerably more morbid than I thought it was going to be. Reminds me of an older poem;



Burning burnished burgundy
esoteric air
gleaming glist’ning glowing spring
murky, calm, and fair
running through the snowy wood
staining what it could
consecrating fallen joy
looks nought but a boy.
The blemished fiend
has made his mark
the snow keeps falling
white and stark


Which I thought was about a kid in a red coat peeing in the snow, but now see it as possibly the corpse of a mutilated young person lying in the woods bleeding. Who knows?

[darkt0aster]

Alone I sit
Not physically alone
Surrounded by many
disconnected and different

A baby A death A party
A fortune A failure A friend
Talk drowns me
In waters alien

Filling my person
From foot to ear
But far from the brain
With the cancer of conversation

What they say
I should care
Should remember
but no...

It doesn't near the depths of mind
but quickly acends to the shallows
They offer a thread of speech
To one bearing scissors

Different and disconnected
Involved with few
There but not
Alone stands the nihilist

---------------------------------------
anyways another poem i was working on but lost a long time ago was the epic saga of bill and ted...i only remember one stanza well.

Down drops the phonebooth towards Ted and I
Moving faster than our fall to hell but from the sky
We had no idea why it came our way
"Strange things are afoot at the Circle K."

[Osterbaum]

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined to what I've shown

Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined to what I've known

Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven

This is not mine. It's a song by Metallica called The Unforgiven. God I wish it were mine. I could have come up with it, but now that it has allready been done...

I'l post my own someday when I get my internet to work. I'm not at my own computer right now.

[very popular guitar chord]

Some expiermental poetry;

Born
i am a cityscape yearning for clearer skies

i am an open field wanting company

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Better than Sex

As the sun
rises.

It rises.

Streaking of light both

warm and cold.

Lying on my pillow as I am,
I groan.
Pull my blanket over my head,
and groan some more.

Unsteadily my hand, it grasps air again and again and again,
until it finds my clock.

Blood is no where close to my eyes
and the stupid red LCDs are hard to read.

But it's morning. Early morning. And I don't work today.

And that, to sum it all up, is the single
the absolute single
greatest feeling ever.

And, in my knowledge of that, I bury my head deeper
into my pillows
and go right
back
to
sleep
.
.
.


... ... ...

[Lycanthrope]

...


---------------------------------------------------------
Thank you.

[Osterbaum]

I have had some time to write and so far I have come up with these. They are both 5minute, I assure you.

Number one (I never come up with names...I'm not good about coming up with names):

When you look at me
It makes me melt (this one's a bit...clisee...)
I become what I want to be
It shines to what I've felt

You make me complete
You make me hole(sp?)
No one can compete
I'm just your own

Number two:

Surrounded by many
I still feel alone
There's just not any
Place like home

This is a short one. I'm thinking that I could continue it somehow...

Number three (Wrote it now):

People talk about faith
I only see hate
Why is it so hard
To believe in god
Or do people mean
You should have a hart pure and clean
To believe in love
Believe that there is the one
People say thats how you'l be hole
Have faith and not be alone
I find that hard...
I'l just draw a card
And hope for the best
And my luck not to be at rest

[Cat]

Every day just seems the same,
People treating life like a game,
Going through everyday motions,
Now and then a small comotion,
Life is long, some people say,
Others say its short,
Live it your way,
Everyone has problems,
Some don't know what to do,
But there is always someone there,
To help out me and you,
Sometimes you'll have a bad day,
Nothing will seem to go your way,
And when all things are said and done,
Did you really have no fun?
Your day, couldn't possibly be all bad,
Remember the positives,
Forget the sad,
Remember your laughs,
And not your tears,
Being positive,
Will help you through your years.

[Funka Genocide]

the ripples will end soon
silently and forever
better to assume
the same again, never

take flight on wings
made not for flying
see so many things
before you end up dying

vaunted and austere
the sedentary notion
its all that it appears
except when put in motion

glimpsed a sight defined
a moment far too late
willingly defied
the need to contemplate

wonders still compile
yet no one ever wonders
recorded and refiled
repetitive the blunders

causes and effects
they all seem so simple
face without defects
inside the heart is cripple

[RaiRai]

You're blinded by lust
Run, stick or bust
Fail to see her true side
Within your 'love', hide
Believe what you will
She'll play the game still
Until you fall prey
Now, come what may
She'll wrap you tight
With her venomous might
What can't you see?
In the bitch that is she?
You're captured by charm
That does nothing but harm
And you think it's okay
To allow yourself to stray
But just open your eyes
To your bitter demise
And see that her game
Has one true aim
To make you fall through
And to make a fool of you...

[Cat]

Jeez RaiRai... your poems have so much feeling... :D I love reading them...

[RaiRai]

I just write whatever comes to mind. No deliberation or time to reflect. Just write. =3

Your hand meets mine, it needs no guidance
it manages to find me through the darkness and silence
Life the barbell, move the rock
My heart longs for you to knock
Frozen in passion, a moment of perfection
now I'm positive I've chosen the right direction
Push the boundary, clear the way
My heart needs you here to stay.

[Osterbaum]

Maby I should write my poems down somewhere. I only have them here for now.

'Welcome home!'
Thats what they say
Though I feel lone
Like a ship at bay

I feel tied down (tied?)
No mather how far
Even in a different town,
Thats from the hart

There's just something at home
It's not the place for me
So I wonder alone
Better that way, And so it will always be...

(Edited for spelling.)

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Fun with Laundry

She watches as I do the
Laundry.
Watches what seems to be a
happy
little
ritual.

Watches me fold my undies
shaking my ass
shaking my ass
as George Michael sings about having
Faith.

She's made out with another girl.
Dead sober she did this.
And she questions my heterosexuality?

Mayhaps I should call this
Fun with Double Standards?

Author's Note - Isn't Art better when it reflects Life? I think so, too.

[Cat]

In the darkness,
Of the night,
Darkest darkness,
Nothing too bright,
No moon to guide a weary travler,
No candle to emit its flame,
No lantern to boast its glow,
No torch to light the way,
Darkest of Darknesses,
Pitch black in right,
Deepest of blacks,
Scariest of frights,
Deepest of torments,
Darkest darkness,
Blackest blacks,
Serene in shadows,
And nothing seems right.
Shadows twisted,
Mind a blur,
Demon eyes,
In the darkness,
Glowing,
Showing,
Knowing,
Waiting,
Watching,
In the Shadows of night,
Till you turn your back,
Alone at night.
Your not afraid of the dark,
Are you?

[MIdnite]

and i am dead serious when i say this is 5 min stuff.

Flippant Tongue

I always find myself staring,
staring at your lips.
I always find myself wondering,
what would it be like to kiss you?
So many times have i been alone with you,
and everytime i lose the nerve.
I'm too scared of your reaction,
would you push me away?
Or worse, would you kiss me back?

I always find myself dreaming,
dreaming of you.
I always find myself drowning,
drowning in your eyes.
Sometimes i think i'm crazy,
other times i know i'm not.
You'd think i'd learn,
you'd think i'd move on,
but this stubborn mind of mine won't resist the temptation of you...
Even though i've never had your love.

I always find myself talking,
talking about you.
I always find my self listening,
hanging on to every word you say.
I'm too afraid that i'll miss something.
I always catch myself analysing everything you do or say,
trying to find a hidden message,
that i am endlessly searching for.
Would you be my reminder here that i am not alone?

So many times have i had my chance,
but every time i can't.
So many times have i looked into your eyes,
and everytime i lose my breath.
So many times i could have told you the truth...
But everytime my flippant tongue loses its edge,
and i am left here in the end.


theres more at: www.midnite-angel.deviantart.com (http://www.midnite-angel.deviantart.com) go to my gallery, check it out, have some fun.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

and i am dead serious when i say this is 5 min stuff.

Most of us here are dead serious, too.

Not me, though. Never.

Cheese in the Pillow
It would be curious to hear
I would think
The reply I give
addressing the problem of
"What's for dinner today?"
"Cheese!" I exclaim.
"Cheese and bacon and potatoes!
Wrapped in a soft pillow, and fried to
perfection."
Blank stares follow, and I grin
like an idiot
politely asking my leave
so that I may feast on some
happy pillows.
Stuffed with bacon and cheese and potato
and Love.

Authors note: Yum! You just can't beat dem' pillowy pillows of cheesy bacon, and potatoey delight!

[RaiRai]

I hear the vibrant sounds of morning
against the roof above my head
the liquid sounds of sunrise
that drown me in my bed
and I stretch these tired arms
smell the coffee on the tray
smile into my lovers eyes
on this dismal, cloudy day
yet I cannot see the sky
no window in my room
I know the look of the world outside
the greyness and the gloom
yet the covers are so cozy
and the breakfast warm and fresh
Sunday mornings are so blissful
full of joy and rest
I'll settle in the comfort
one day of all the week
tomorrow begins the grind again
and new peace I shall seek.

[Funka Genocide]

what a new impact
this being like myself
in disposition true
oh, to start anew

false and to a fault
true to common voice
shed the robe of normal
its trimmings far too formal

mirrored in activity
a freer, kinder sort
garish in reflection
loving the inflection


its been a while, this ones about how I've been feeling lately, its quite a new experience being honest with myself, and it feels quite good.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

The Talk

"David .."
Dad tries to talk to his son.
It's hard. He's hurt.
His Mom's been crying
all day.
"We found this ..."
He pauses. He invaded his
son's privacy ... but, he tells
himself, it was neccessary ...
"In your room."

David is silent. He doesn't look at
his Dad. Mom's sobs are starting to annoy
him.
A lot.
"We've had this talk before, son." Dad
is firm, but keeps any anger out of his voice.
"Don't call me that." David chews on each
word.
"Your mother and I ..."
And she's still crying.
"Know where you got this.
And we know that ..."
David is looking into his Dad's eyes.
There's fear behind his. He hopes
that this isn't going where he thinks
it is.
"This is preeeemo stuff!"
David blinks twice.

"How dare you have this in our
house and not share! We taught you
better!"
Dad stuffs the baggie in his pocket.

"Let this be a lesson to you!"

Author's note: To anyone who has parents like this, I apologize. I can only say that, since I never done 'that' and don't have parents who did, that I find this terribly, terribly funny.
Heh. His parents are potheads ...

[RaiRai]

Drained
drank dry
the spiders venom
fills my veins
and then
pop
die again
with ease
and strange
foreign state of mind
I release my last
scream
my last breath
as I pass
into sleep
for another time.

[Funka Genocide]

all the world seen firsthand
illicit contacts, contraband
always me, the vagabond
in easy silence waits

new has become overdone
everything seen as one
I've viewed the end before its time
and still the singularity

waits with me in frustration
enraged at its own consternation
such a thing to be unheeded
in its own supremacy

I'm staying at a Comfort Inn! I have no idea why I wrote thid poem either, but they have free internet access here! Joy!

[Cat]

Why can't I breath,
I think I'm falling,
A dark abyss,
All things enthralling,
Whizzing downward,
I can't see the end,
I've lost all things dear,
All family and friends,
Blood in blood out,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to Dust,
Falling still,
Into the abyss,
So lonely, still falling,
So empty, this longing,
My heart long ago turned black,
How long have I been falling?

~Cat

[RaiRai]

Keep my head above the water
don't know why, but I know I oughta
try to breathe,
you're drowning me
I'll attempt to continue living
without the pain that you've been giving
that washes me away
within that doubt to stay
Swim within the depths of blue
I won't be dragged down by you
Aim to stay afloat
Grab the anchor, sink the boat
And I'll break the surface clear
just to try to hold you near
don't push my head back under
I don't need that stormy thunder
and the ripples in the water
show that I will never falter
I won't give in to hate
but save me now, or it's too late.

[Funka Genocide]

move a mountain and mouths will speak
of your great power and mystique
but love yourself and all else
and watch the heartache swell

there are those who'd rather tear you down
and champion the the wave which drowns
all your passion's flaming fervor
in bitterness and servitude

holding on seems monumental
such a task no man was meant for
to cross a sword against the world
and confidently war against it

measured out is your length
of time left, of human strength
when the limit has been reached
you become the enemy

Erick Diaz, July 4, 2004

[Lycanthrope]

CD Cases
Calculators
Game carterages
Dice of all shapes
books, papers
index cards
charactersheets
my computer
a plate of half-eaten
peaches and cream
and thou

Ah the comforts of summer

[RaiRai]

Give in to the pleasures of helping myself
Crave all that is wanted, all I can't have
And try to grasp at it with childlike hands
Burned by the fires, but reach in again
I won't give in, I will succeed
I'll aim for the top and I will believe
And no matter the trials and the times I'll fall
No matter the storms that keep me at bay
I'll keep on going, head held high
Until all that I want is finally mine.

[Osterbaum]

Here again. I just came back from a 'Europe trip' so I didn't get to post.

Thunder

Something so loud
Followed by a flash
What could be that sound?
As quiqk as a whip's slash

It breaks the sky
Followed by rain
It's like seeing the heavens cry
But there's no pain

So powerfull, so frightening
No matter what
I find it enlightening

Nature is powerfull...I could do some changes to this, but I'l leave it here posted like this and write the modified one down, just for me.

I'm gonna write one about summer one of these days, but it's just a bit difficult to get an inspiration cause the summer here this year...simply suck. Nothing but rain...

[RaiRai]

Learning how to smile
learning how to fly
learing to love myself
although I don't know why
I spend my life searching
just to find out if I'm me
why can't it just be visible?
Why can't I already see?
I'll hide myself away now
for a few days or a week
looking in my sadness
for all that I seek
And I'll listen to the rain
beat down upon the roof
as I sit up here rocking
trying to find that proof
that who I am is wonderful
no matter what I think
but I feel like I am nothing
and I'm now on the brink
of losing my mind and everything
that I have come to know
I just wish I'd find myself
so I can let this feeling go
So, to the sound of the thunder
and the chill within my room
I'll slip away for a while
I hope I'll return soon...

[Funka Genocide]

Enchanted by a dove,
Belonging to another,
That asked me "what is love?"
And sees me as a brother
It's something from above
That binds us to our lover

To be happy for a moment
Lost and found in unknown arms
Away from those who own us,
I am taken by your charms

What's the use, this mechanism?
What is gained by masochism
Of this hurtful tragic sort?
Is love our pain given forth
Part and parcel to survival?
Is holding on so vital
Its worth my only joy?

I could not see the reason,
I did not wish to, even
As I questioned to the void,
What was received had destroyed
That which I was made of

Who smote the world utopian,
He must want me dearly
My heart, He tears it open.
Waiting for my fealty
I will not face my penitance
Salvation lost in ignorance

My strength is only mortal
I can not stand much longer
My will I only squander
And all I've left is hatred
It taints the bread I eat,
And all the hearts I meet

by some inexplicable twist of fate, this had made me feel a whole lot better! thanks poetry, I love you! :)

edit? we don't need no stinkin' edit!: I must apologize for this, it wasn't actually 5 minute poetry, it started that way, but I just kept picking at it, and it been about an hour and a half now, so this is 90 minute poetry, cooked to perfection!

[Lycanthrope]

To the heart of things
I see fate coming
his footsteps like a thunder in the mountains
his impartiality manifest in his cruel caring

To his right strides Doom
And flowers wilt around him
To his left prances Destiny
A beautiful in her blessed kiss

And to appose them
to appose them stands luck
the inscrutible lady
whose powers oft seem omnipotent
Whose name is invoked both in anger and joy
In hope and in sorrow, and disdain

[Osterbaum]

I have a new thing going on. I'm gonna start naming my poems...

Places

There are places I've been to
Places I've seen
Places I live for
Places grown on me

These places have their moments
They never lose their charm
Next time I visit them
Maby I'l stay for long

Stay there forever
Until the day I die
Though it feels too much
I'l be happy till the last time


From friend to enemy

I once had friends
So dear to me
But of them all
One stood out to be

He became the dearest
The best of all
The one I trusted
Together we stood, proud and tall

That's why I
Never saw through
He hided it well
That I believed it was true

He sould me out
To the ones that hate me
And just like that
He became my enemy

[Arlia Janet]

Hero:

He's a hero from a long line of heroes,
Looking for someone attractive to save.
People say he's famous,
but no one can prove it.
Make him an offer,
to see what he'll say.

[Dark Prophet]

Dark Prophet


I am he who lurks inside your mind,
I live forever, I have no true time.
Life itself is no more than a test of time,
but none shall seek more than mine.

Days go by, and death is nigh,
but my soul refuses to go away from this undying world.
Life is death, but what is life?
A trial by fire or another one's strife?

Death awakens, but death also seeks forever,
that which it cannot take, nor hold whatsoever.
Darkness lurks within my soul,
That of which I have no control.

My soul burns with a flame, a dark flame.
It burns as black as the midnight sun.
Once I had lived, and died, and raised,
It had all but been said and done.

Nothingness bore me, and that I shall return.
Life is nothing more than birth, death, and ressurection's time to learn.

All is well, but all is not good. Let this be a lesson for the latter days of olde.
And to those who search the world, let them find a way to the moors of old.
Darkness binds me, to this land.
And all is kept by my two hands.
Demons fight, and Demons rise.....

Only to find this one man.....this one being.
I have forseen the ends of all that live,
I see the world's end in my dreams.
I can predict only death, destruction, and tears.
I am the one who lives without Death's fears.

Life takes hold, but doth not live,
one who gives, shall recieve, and I shall no longer live.

[RaiRai]

That's my life over, done and dusted
all of my things I have entrusted
to people who'll forget me within a week
more of my goods they will seek
because my life meant nothing to anyone
didn't conquer when I tried to run
failed, hit smack bang into the wall
couldn't jump the hurdle, was destined to fall
I've given up on trying hard
I've tried my best, I've played my part
So I'll just rest until my dying day
in hopes that they won't eat me away
I can see their eyes wait for me to drop
so they can take all that I've got
Well, they've taken my patience and lust for life
bogged me down with depression and such strife
They couldn't see why these feelings are strong
they manage to push, to make it along
Whereas I fail to make ends meet
Walking down this one-way street
I'll reach the end, yet another wall of stone
And I'll end this depression, again, alone
I don't mind this route I've taken
In heaven my soul will soon awaken...

[Osterbaum]

Our World

Our world is filled with hate
With war, fighting
But it's never too late
To change something

It's not hard
We should atleast try
We can't just draw a card
And hope everything to be allright

We need to do something
To stop the hate and fighting

There are good things too
We just need to make them more true
To make them more everyday
Not to have just an occasional 'good day'

[Funka Genocide]

wounded, weeping, in disgrace
a cause is lost, no saving face
for the record did she leave
a tattered note, her legacy

of all the men who've tried me on
and found my fit to be wrong
there is not one who I recall
ever seeing what I am

I've placed my faith in others minds
and lived in fantasies of all kinds
but none were mine, silenced my voice
and smiling all the while

perhaps I should have spoken up
and raised to fill my empty cup
but if I did where would I stand?
and who would love me then?

and so her breath was put to rest
by her hand was death impressed
upon her life with such time left
and now there is no more

[DoranMage]

The time to act is drawing near,
To fill the tyrant's heart with fear,
he took our lands and made us slaves,
but now we fight back, strong and brave

he has his weapons and his tanks,
his soldiers are of highest ranks,
his armies fight and never hide,
but we have our endless pride,

We march forward, knowing well,
we might not live this tale to tell,
just before we lost our hope,
we heard the king was hung with rope

[The Smiling Assasin]

I am who I am
It's not going to change,
though to you
it may seem strange,
that you're not in charge of me,
it is my own life.
You assume that you are,
and it hurts like a knife.

I am who I am,
I can't change that,
why can you not appreciate that?
I won't change my look,
I won't change my style,
I am going to stay who
Iv'e been all the while.

I am who I am.

[Death Dealer]

The Elven Military Poem. (Just seems to fit.)

Swords, the ideal blade,
just look at how many were made.
Bows have defeated many foes,
and the user never has to hear death throes.
Magic, a powerful weapon from the times of yore,
often used to settle a score.
One may ask why this poem is here,
and to that the answer is to allieviate fear.
If one knows what they face,
they will not cower in a small hidden space.
Unless they are cowards and then,
we wrangle those people into the glen.
Now, to the enemies who have heard this little tale,
this poem was all lies, and you're doomed to fail!

[RaiRai]

Slut, whore, bicycle - I don't really care the name
You're all so fucking typical, all the complete same
A relationship means nothing, you're out to have your fun
another kiss, another drink, you're not the only one
behind your beloveds back, what have you to gain?
You'll lose everything you ever had, and you'll be to blame
another game of cat and mouse, though while the cats away...
You'll steal another persons man, and laugh along the way
Does it fill you with pleasure to make those grown men squirm?
You cocktease, flirt, you vile little worm,
You think it's just a little giggle, though my girl your wrong
you haven't got a chance in hell to ever really belong
I'm telling you, if you touched my man you'd die
but you don't seem to care with other guys, I see it in your eye
You don't care who is hurting, you don't care what's at stake
You'll just end up tampering, and causing hearts to break
Then you have the cheek to ask for advice on what to do
How about 'STOP FUCKING AROUND', that good enough for you?
Girls like you give girls like me a bad and dirty name
I hope your man finds out soon, and treats you just the same.

[The Oz Man]

(I don't know what this is about, but if you want 5-minute poetry, here it is.)

"Frostbite, Thursday Night"
by Oz

Frostbite
Thursday night
like a flying stone or a sinking kite-

The problem is choice
In a bedpan
deadpan
Ric Flair against the Macho Man
parking lot

You say there were trees here
birds and bees here
(you sneeze here?
hack and wheeze here?)

Now just blacktop
crackpot jackpot
cut like a flattop
cracked like a chamber pot

Both just pissing
pissing
pissing away the evening

Halfempty cocoacup and frostbite Thursday night
and the gleam as your frosteyes
catch the light

[Osterbaum]

No help from you

I wish I had an angel
An angel not like you
She'd save me from danger
She would really be true

She would guide me through life
Help me on my journey
And I don't mean a wife
But someone more worthy

In the end I believe
We have to make it through
But not with help
Definetly not by you

Just wrap up your stuff
Be ready to leave
I'l stay here my self
Survive through life with out any help

[Jonsgirl]

Little Feet

Footsteps.
Always footsteps.
Little feet,
Always headed on.

I'm glad the world is round today,
Little feet come back someday.

Footsteps.
Lonely footsteps.
Little feet,
Always headed home.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Remembering over the years...

A computer was something on TV,
From a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
And ram was similar to a goat.

Meg was the name of an old fling,
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they mean different things,
And that really Mega Bites.

An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show.
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was on a piano.

Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 inch floppy,
You hoped that no one found out.

Compress was something you did to garbage,
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.

Cut you did with scissors,
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home,
and a virus was the Flu.

It's okay to stick to pen and paper
and the memories in your head.
A computer can reboot,
but togetherness it cannot compute.

props to Ashley for this one.

[MP37a]

A Dedication to the Moderators

It’s not always easy and not very fun
Being a good Moderator for a forum
It takes a lot of hard work and some hours
They have a lot of responsibilities with those powers
They have to endure spam, flamewars, whiners and more
Ppl like me who have to rhyme hardcore :p
When Newbies come along and cause dismay
They don’t freak out they show that the rules are this way
A Mod must endure grief if they make a tough decision
Though they are doing what they feel is best for everyone with procession
They are kind for doing all this for us and spending their time
We should all give a big thank you to them because they’re doing just fine
So respect the moderators and respect the rules and we’ll all get along
I needn’t tell you twice because double posting is wrong
Remember they have the power they are in control
So remember children don’t feed the trolls.
:)

[RaiRai]

Another gothic dream I have dreamt
another sleepless night has been spent
through tossing and turning, thoughts of black
and images thrown upon my minds track
beaten and bloody, worn and whipped
fallen and bruised, I tumbled and slipped
in a barrage of blues and purples of fury
I searched for the passion, I hunted the glory
but met with spires and arches of hate
I opened my eyes before too late
just to see that my nightmare was the sad truth
I just needed to see it, I needed that proof
another lone soul, depressed and deprived
in a room of darkness, left there to hide
from the venom of life, that bitter sweet dread
I fall back to sleep, in my hellish bed
I don't know when to wake, my dreams can't compare
to the hurt in my life, the pain that's left there
so I'll endure the menace spun forth in my brain
but I'd rather live thoughts than my life again.

[Funka Genocide]

standing at eyes reach from greatness
and no less a man for that
a sudden meaning made
there is no one better

in the course of things gleams in common
in luminessence ill defined
by the awkward angle
yet still it brightly shines

travelled well and made to reach
for shores undisclosed
in sights seen overmuch
in visions not so close

The purpose left elusive in heavens path
in holy eyes and for them
a masquerade of such splendor
it takes my breath away

Erick Diaz, July 21, 2004

[RaiRai]

StrawberrySundaeSunday

Under the canopy of the cafe softly sat she
taking little sips of her peppermint tea
dressed in lace that clung to her chest
a pretty pink bow on her bosom would nest
her hair in small ringlets, fell down divine
checked her diamonte watch, it was almost time
to meet the man whom she'd found in an ad
newspaper clippings were stuck to her notepad
as she rummaged through her purse, clutching her stick
cherry coloured heaven plastered her lips
Adjusting her hair and checking her face
A shadow, a figure, made her heart race
As she caught a glimpse of the man to be
yet sat down again, it was not he
Many Sundays filled with heart numbing wait
to find someone special on a lonelyhearts date
another strawberry sundae and she took her leave
wiping away the sweet tears with her long sleeve
When would come her time, her happily ever after?
Time filled with conversation, love and laughter?
She raised her umbrella to shield away the rain
turned on her heel and headed home yet again
There on the newstand, another black and white
a smile spread her lips, perhaps tonight was the night.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Flash

He stays up all night
Until the sun breaks across the Horizon
And he breathes in gulps
scratching at his eyes
his fingers are red
dyed beneath the nails

The rats are eating the back of his
brain
and he has to make them stop.

He has to make them go away.

His grandmother has a pair of sewing needles
and the rats will not go away

They don't stop gnawing at his brain
until he lies in a pool
his eyes are mere holes

And the rats are as silent
as death.

Author's note: I was in a play once. I was this kid who did PCP laced marajuana. I clean up my act after hitting rock bottom, and two years later the PCP flashes back. This is the fate of the kid I portrayed. Rather poigniant, no?

[Peo]

The Storm Of My Mind

Thunder clouds collide
A ghost howls in the night
lightening strikes a nearby tree
my feelings brought to light.

The ugliness of man
Is what I cannot stand
But daylight always follows
the night time in this land.

When will the day come?
I will never know
night will always strum
the guitar of my woe.

I think I will not last
The fieryness of this blast
as I look on through the night
I hope this will not last.

[Thaumaturge]

Amen, MP37a. :)


Battle.

He stood on a lonely crag,
Surveying the pit below,
Hefted his sword in his hand,
Working up courage to go.

He made his way down through the rocks,
Trepidation growing within,
The cave like an opening maw,
Waiting to swallow him.

Cautiously he stepped within,
Blade ready for battle,
Praying that he wouldn't face it,
Wouldn't be the monster's cattle.

Deep within lay its lair,
Lit by a faint glowing moss,
At last he had found his foe,
It would end in one of their loss.

An eye like a warrior's shield,
Opened slowly from sleep,
The monster regarded its foe,
There in the darkling deep.

The tale of the fight,
The warrior never would tell.
Only whispered of fire and steel,
Battling the monster foe.

Finally he found its eye,
His blade sunk up to the hilt,
The monster roared first in fury,
Then despair as its life started to wilt.

He came from the pit bloodied and beaten,
His life almost spent,
But the monster was conquered,
Its life draining out through a rent.

The warrior finally reached safety,
Managed to relate his tale.
The villagers found the beast dead,
And the hero began to hail.

But a hero's work continues,
He cannot stop for praise.
He journeyed on to new dangers,
The standard of light to raise.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Versus the Block

Its not so much a block
of wood
stone
or a clog

It's a pile of
thick
goopy
sludgey oatmeal

A day old
thick
and not very sharp

It's my brain.
About as sharp as day old oatmeal.

Definitely not Writer's Block.
But it sounds better than
Writer's Day Old Oatmeal ...

[Thaumaturge]

That was great, Demon! :D

All right, here's my take on writer's block:

I chase the story's path,
Following the twisting tale,

I revel in the exploration,
Seeing new wonders at every turn.

But as I hurtle onward,
I sometimes find a gulf,

A chasm with no bridge,
A wall of blackest void.

How can I bridge the chasm?
How can I pass the wall?

Only time can pass the test,
My subconscious building a crossing,

Only time will show,
whether I can bridge the void.

[ArcaneMaster]

The sky is dark, the leaves all gone,
And now's the end of Summer's song,
The sultry requiem does play
Of Winter's bleak and dreary day.

The world outside is bright and new
But my sky's dark here without you.
I see your face in all my dreams
And longing deep within me screams.
I set my mind, to you I come,
But as you draw close I turn dumb.

I try to talk of how I feel
Then fear inside will make me reel.
And so I'm left here in the dark,
Without you I have no spark.

[RaiRai]

Sugar coated junky
licked lips aplenty
just thirsting for nectar
Gods, or no Gods
Doesn't matter,
no consequence
purpose forgotten
long, long past gone
just to sip, suckle
more of tender ecstasy
embraced and laced
another narcotic addiction
to foods that make me
sick.

[Osterbaum]

Summer

It's summer time
Nothing is bad
I'm having some fun with just a dime
It's summer and I just can't feel sad

When it's summer
everything seems bright
As I said,
Just a dime makes many things right

You just can't feel sad
You musn't feel bad
Cause it's summer
And everyone is glad

I've got all the time I need
And no trouble spending it
It passes you by
But you are still left with a bit

Summer doesen't last forever
But it always comes again
You can trust summer to be where ever
It doesent matter where

So enjoy it while it lasts
Enjoy it all the way
And when takes it's final gasp
Don't worry
It will come again

[RaiRai]

Thou art
Thy art

---

And that's it. I can't continue because I can't find anything else fitting. ^^;

[Peo]

to art or not to art? No, I Guess that doesnt work,heh.

[RaiRai]

It just popped into my head while sitting here. I like to have a blank page and then just write the first thing that comes to mind, but that was it. Durr. Rai's brain no worky.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Silent Cacophany

There was, for a time,
a great silence
across the parched plains
she knew so well.

They would fill with great
bounty, oftentimes.
Soothe all who entered her
domain.

But not today.
Today there was no great
bounty for her, or anyone to feast.

There was, for a time,
a great silence
across the parched plains
she knew so well.

The silence broke but once.

"Durr. Rai's brain no worky."

And was silent again.

[Lycanthrope]

I'm not sure whether to congradulate you or track you down and kill you for your impudence.

[Funka Genocide]

I'm not sure if I've said this before, but you are one funny dude demon.

let me see if I can write somethig here...

In verse he doth jest
so often the pest
whos wit to the test
has passed all the rest

so comic a stand
in ability grand
demon first and
with a glass hand

on nerves it must grate
its coming, just wait
with hands such a state
how to masturbate?

hows that?

[Lycanthrope]

I've seen the best minds of my generation...
Wait...
someone's already done this
crap.

*bows*

[Funka Genocide]

at the risk of spamming up my good name, what was that lycanthrope? I laughed despite myself, but I have no idea why.

[Lycanthrope]

There was a famous poem by a beat poet, whose name has enfuriatingly slipped my mind just because you asked me, who wrote a poem called "howl" which begins "I have seen the best minds of my generation/ destroyed by..." something... can't remember the next line. It goes on for three pages.

Edit:
Poet: Alan Ginsburg
First line: I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked

[RaiRai]

Watch yellow paint drip down tiled walls
onto patchwork floors
stitching come undone
light the flame and burn the chairs
split the wood, the naked fury
red and orange within a sea of blue
empty windows with silver sheens
of promised dreams, shattered
panes hanging, battered by winds
reveal the paper that hid behind
the old room, with the rocking chair
carry on cleaning, mop and broom
watch the fire consume
and then start anew
blisters and all
I'll build my own destiny
and then watch it fall

[Peo]

Colors

Black
Everything can be
White
Only those precious few
Those with the power to change
Or at least hide
Blue
Everybodys been
Red
When you say something
You didnt mean to
Yellow
On a warm day
Grey
When you dont really care
Green
Those days you call in sick
Brown
When are YOU brown?

[Thaumaturge]

Alone, quiet,
In a vast, empty world,
In the sunlight's peaceful stupor,
My mind wanders, I dream.

[Peo]

The End

The road is full of twists and turns
youll never find your way
your headlights the only thing
keeping the dark away

you take a left, you take a right,
it doesnt matter when
no matter the places where you turn
you'll end up where you've been

uphill, downhill, back and forth,
in circles is all you'll go
the sun might shine through the day
but you will never know

your eyes are closed forever more
your pupils long unused
you only have yourself to blame
be sorry to those abused

your eyes will open once again
if you change your ways
then you'll see the fiery sun
for the rest of your days.

[RaiRai]

I've got yours, I've got mine.

Sink your hand back into your pocket
what you want, you know I've got it
don't wish to pay me? Well, that's fine
I've got yours, I've got mine
Won't take no for an answer, that being said
don't pay for your goods, better off dead
Not enough money, nothing for you
Have to pay to live, to make it through
So reach a little deeper, grab a little more
I'll give you what I've got if I know you're for sure
Want to know, need to tell
Bluff and then you're destined for hell
Turn your back, little boy, leave for good
Don't need your kind in my neighbourhood
Ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
I've got yours, I've got mine.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Post Slice Blues

Hurts to walk
yeah, so I still sit all day
long
hours not counted
not wasted
so precious earlier, yet
now in abundance

Yeah, I still sit and I wonder
what I'm going to do
with it all

And the answer
each day
the same as before

So if it hurts to move
and it hurts to think
too much time on my hands
to know what to do with
And, yet, besides all that
I'm still happy

Why is it people say
I have the

"Post Slice Blues"

- Author's note: Heh. Yeah, it sure sucks to be me, right? +15xp to the person who can figure out what it is I'm talking about.

[MP37a]

Tear Drops

Show me a truth that I didn’t know
Breathe me an answer filled with woe
Make me weep and let memories flow

Drain the waters of sorrow and pain
Wash away bloodstains like a summer’s rain
Hold nothing back don’t let the suffering remain

Each teardrop glistens as it falls
It shines because it’s free from all

Sing me to sleep to a land of old
Where trouble doesn’t follow and it never gets cold
Comfort me in arms of love and care
I need you now like I need the air
Whisper to me softly, like a prayer

Tell that you will never let go
Wrap me up like new blanket of snow
Mold me to be strong like I was dough
Then set me free to do what I know.

[Osterbaum]

Some of you may have noticed that I've not posted for a while. Thats because I've been away. But don't worry. Osterbaum still posts in this thread. And not just these things, but poems too. ;) There will be some long pauses though now that school starts again. Expect my next poem some time next week. Just FYI.

[MP37a]

Lost the Remote

TV Remote Oh TV Remote where art thou
Lost are you to me and lost truely you are I vow
Come not to me if ye thinks me fool
I am your master and you are my tool
Twas fate that bound you to mine hand
Forever shall ye change channels from across the land
If it be-ith my command ye shall make yonder TV Roar
Or silence it instantly to make sound no more
Where are you now that I cannot find
Show yourself because without you I'm in a great bind

[Osterbaum]

Give hate a budge

Forever you try to make me fall
Try to make me fail
I still will stand happy and tall
Like a dog, wag my tail

For I don't hold a grudge
I don't want to
All it does, is give hate a budge(like a push...right? me talk english good...)
And that, I will not do

My lates work. For some time actually. Atleast it seems like that, It's because I haven't had acces to the computer and I'm at my best at poetry when I write with my very own PC. I really don't know why...Creepy.

[RaiRai]

For every word you haven't said
another thought lurks in my head
for every thing you want to say
another worry heads my way

Why do you turn away from me?
Those tears, (I wasn't meant to see)
but to see that pain within your eyes
Was I the cause of your demise?

For every time you stop to think
I find myself upon the brink
For every wish that you hold back
I find myself losing the track

Why do you hide away from me?
Empty truths and lies I see
but to know you're hurting deep inside
Was I the cause of your demise?

I wish you'd tell me where I stand
we used to walk hand in hand
Now we're opposite sides of the street
Your eyes dare mine to meet
And you still don't care that it hurts me
To see you suffer, I can't leave it be
So tell me the words you long to tell
Keeping them inside allows you to fail
I can't help you to fly or rise
If you allow me to be your demise.

[Lycanthrope]

Oh Lost Night
Oh torment of the lonely darkness
self-imposed
to exorcize these demons
exhale them into the dark night
and leave only the soothing emptiness of zen
To drown them in that most intoxicating draught
the company of friends
Or to nurture them
press them close
and distill from them the bitterness
that when mixed with the sweet turn of phrase
creates the lifeblood of art.

[Dante]

Like saplings in spring
As the camel to water
I see her again.

[Thaumaturge]

To ride the swirling maelstrom,
To wield the surging magic,
To hold the blazing fire in my hand,

To be the channel for chaos,
To be the craftsman of dreams,
To be the witness to wonder, unseen worlds before my eyes,

To be the storyteller, the dreamer, the inlet for magic to the world.

(Not that I'd call myself an artist, but when I am inspired to some degree, this is how it feels)

[ArcaneMaster]

A wondrous world is witnessing
The birth of legends large and small,
That now just are not worth stressing
But they shall grow as do we all.

They may not know just who they are
Or what their put here for to do,
But all will look and see that star
And carry all their dutys through.

Before too long their names are known,
The people follow with wonder
The legend's life to all is shown
And woe to him that will blunder.

They'll ostracize the fallen one,
The people laugh at his ruin.
Left in the dark, an outcast stone,
Known for nothing but his sin.

And so a legend at his end
Will pass away into darkness
Not a last word will he send
But fade with utmost quietness.

[The Mirror Emperor]

It's been a couple of years since I last did poetry so bare with me:

Every waking moment
I loathe the present
and love the impossible
Every public eye
sees not the man inside
but the geek outside
Future, Hope and Chance
crushed before me
not by metal or wood
but by words and thoughts
by every public eye.
My only option
grinds metal and skin
until I am what I feel like:
Nothing.

[HADOKEN2]

Black Mage is my name,
i can't seem to kill off stupid fighter,
maybe i should try hadoken.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Forgotten

It is the time
in between
that I never really
noticed
(It slipped away!)
the last time that
I said 'Hello'
and you said
'Goodbye.'

And to think that
now
I've found you again
(and you might
have been forgotten)
the time
in between
the last time that
You said 'Hello'
and I said
'Goodbye'
is
an
Eternity.

[Lost in Time]

I wrote this a week or two ago when I felt really lonely so here it is.

Confused and lost

Looking through the halls I look
nothing to see but scrambled visions
my mind is one big maze
nothing seems to be
everything i believe is false
cannot trust anymore.

[RaiRai]

An age has passed, the time had fled
The thoughts now buried within my head
you took my hand, we walked a while
I heard your laugh and saw your smile
Those times were gone, I sat alone
Tossed down my crown and left my throne
To walk in gardens in the night
Pondering of my beloveds flight
It seemed the only though my only thought
was the love that I always sought
your loving kiss and gentle touch
Those things of which I missed so much
You took off one fateful day
now I wait for you to stay
To reclaim your place at my side
Allow time to run and not to hide
Set me free from this sadness I bear
by just having you with me, holding you there.