Viewing 1,280 reply threads
  • Author
    Posts
    • #424

      manillascissor
      Spectator

      Serious, or non-serious, bring it in!

      Roses are red, violets are blue
      My ships will always sink in you

    • #13502

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      maybe later, i’m going to post more pics w/ stupid captions. its kind of fun.

    • #13503

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Yeah absolutely! I love that topic too!

    • #13504

      here is one for you

      roses are red, violets are blue
      i think there is to much glue
      and you shouldn’t sniff it
      it makes you crazy

      ok, that it isn’t very good, but hey neither are arthurs

    • #13505

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ok, on this theme….

      roses are red
      violets are blue
      i’m a schizophrenic
      and so am i

    • #13506

      omg
      that is too funny

      ok here is a poem, it will not be as funny as manillascissor’s, but then again who can top that?

      roses are red
      violtes are blue
      well s*it i forgot what i was gonna say

    • #13507

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      very nice, esp. Manilla’s schizo poem :lol:

    • #13508

      Arthur
      Spectator

      But what \"real\" :wink: poetry do you like?

      I remember these poet lines, it goes like this.

      Once I wrote her name in the sand
      But came the waves and washed it away

      For some silly reason these lines (don’t know if I wrote them down properly) pop up in my mind sometimes.

      Also these lines I like:

      Hebban olla vogala nestas hagunnan
      Hinase hic enda thu

      (This is Middle Age Dutch, it means \"All birds have started making nests, except you and me\". Sweet!

    • #13509

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      What about everybody’s favorite \"poet\"? Has anyone read Blinking With Fists, Billy’s book of poems. :)

    • #13510

      i am not near any good bookstores and when i find it on ebay, prices are good, but i end up getting some other sp related item. i am planning on getting it in the next few weeks though.

    • #13511

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      I bought my copy on Amazon. Its an ok read, although I must admit I haven’t finished it yet.

    • #13512

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      Since Arthur wants to see real poetry, here is a line from AfanasI Fet, a Russian poet. I think its a pretty poem- nice imagery. :)

      excerpt from \"By life tormented, and by cunning hope…\"

      And all that rushes through the abyss of ether,
      And every ray, embodied or ethereal,-
      Is but your reflection, O universal sun,
      It is but a dream, but a fleeting dream.

    • #13513

      ItsNotBeLOWme
      Spectator

      Anus soup and scabby poop,
      does grandma wipe her azz completley?
      Shes loved me and I luvs her too
      ‘cept when she squats on me face grunting \"EAT ME\"

    • #13514

      Poetry usually doesn’t do anything for me. I much prefer lyrics – the music adds more elements to it.

      And frankly, some lyrics are just better than poetry.

      I mean, Sunny Day Real Estate’s song ‘Grendel’. It’s essentially a couplet in the written form (there are only two lines in the booklet :lol: ) And it doesn’t rhyme, but it actually says so much.

      \"The rain was there to wash away my tears
      I wanted to be them but instead I destroyed myself\"

      It’s really obvious… but says so much. It’s so powerful. And the song just adds to it too!

    • #13515

      Im a Cult Hero
      Spectator

      I know what you mean, eg :

      \"b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
      b***hes love me cause they know that I can rhyme
      b***hes love me cause they know that I can f**k
      b***hes love me cause they know that I’m on time
      throughout the projects
      done – done – this is how it should be done
      this is how it should be done
      with style style style….done.
      pow – muthaf***a – pow
      b***hes love me
      love me love me love me love me
      b***hes love me
      b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
      done – done – this is how it should be done
      this is how it should be done
      with style style style….done.\"

      \"B***hes\" by Mindless Self Indulgence

      *sniffle* brings a tear to the eye :P

    • #13516

      :cry:

      That’s… so… beautiful…

    • #13517

      you two are so silly.

    • #13518

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my eyes
      they mean nothing
      your eyes
      tell of many lies
      our souls
      burned by a touch of love
      apart forever
      never to meet again
      now these eyes pulse
      now these eyes feel pain
      now these eyes are ugly
      now these eyes see the truth
      now these eyes are closed

    • #13519

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      very nice manilla :)

    • #13520

      yes, i like that!

    • #13521

      Anonymous
      Spectator

    • #13522

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      excommunicate my soul
      for your gleeful acquiesence makes me cry
      drape the sorrow over my eyes
      a heavy gravity winces into these window portals
      so leave the body on the porch
      and a time will come
      to rid yourself of your enemies
      until then
      flow through me your spirit of antique stains

    • #13523

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      very nice manilla :)

    • #13524

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      new pic too, also nice. :wink:

    • #13525

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ty blue

    • #13526

      yes i like that one. very nice.

    • #13527

      here i am
      standing under shower
      wasting time

    • #13528

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      here i am
      standing under shower
      wasting time[/quote:352rvu2w]

      this made me cry… :cry:

    • #13529

      oh, you are so sensitive.

      that makes me cry.

      not really, i hate crybabies, cept for manillia

    • #13530

      Marcella
      Spectator

      This is my favorite poem translated to English.

      Stop, shadow of my evading goodness
      image of the charm I want the most,
      beautiful illusion I willingly die for,
      sweet fiction I disgracefully live for.

      If to the magnet of your grace, attractive,
      my chest serves as obedient steel,
      why do you enamor me then, flatterer,
      if you’ll mock me later fugitive?

      But you can’t brag, satisfied,
      that your tyranny triumphs in me:
      as even if you dismiss the narrow bond

      that your fantastic form encircled,
      little it matters to ignore arms and chest
      if my fantasy serves you as prison.

    • #13531

      that is a really nice poem, i really like it, did you write it?

    • #13532

      Marcella
      Spectator

      No way, my poems are too emo for this place XD.

      It’s by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, a very famous Mexican poet. She was a nun and lovers came to her asking for poems.

    • #13533

      here i am
      standing under shower
      wasting time[/quote:2wj5zpf4]

      this made me cry… :cry:[/quote:2wj5zpf4]
      crybabies unite!

    • #13534

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice poems all :lol:

      including the crybaby one :lol:

      and your comment \"my poems are too emo for this place\" made me laugh Marcella. :lol:

    • #13535

      i cried on sunday
      oh boy what a day
      but not on monday
      oh boy what a day

    • #13536

      one of my favourite poems is a dutch one:
      ik zit mij voor het vensterglas
      onnoemelijk te vervelen
      ik wou dat ik twee hondjes was
      dan kon ik samen spelen

      (i sit in front of the window glass
      boring myself incredibly
      i wish i was two doggies
      so i could play together
      ;
      or something like that)

    • #13537

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats a very interesting poem there ice cream. :wink:

      and very nice cry baby confession. :lol:

    • #13538

      here’s a silly one:

      roses are red
      violets are not
      billy corgan
      is so freakin hot

      :)

    • #13539

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      here’s a silly one:

      roses are red
      violets are not
      billy corgan
      is so freakin hot

      :)[/quote:1fcjrgc4]

      that was a beautiful poem there last rose. the best in this whole thread i think. :)

      sorry manilla- now if you wrote about Billy… :wink: :lol:

    • #13540

      yes, i have heard this one before, and it touches my heart every time. the shear beauty of it just hits me all at once.

      oh my, i think i am tearing up. :cry:

    • #13541

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i know. its really touching. i don’t think a poem has ever struck me the way this one does.

      its so beautiful. thanks again last rose. i will hold these lines in my heart forever.

      i think i’m tearing up too. :cry:

      that was just so beautiful. :cry:

    • #13542

      are we in the crybaby club now?

    • #13543

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      naaah, you can only end up in the club if you start writing emo poems about your tears. :P

    • #13544

      whew, ok, glad about that.

      i don’t have any poems

      should i make one up about crybabies?

    • #13545

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      you should. its funny. :wink:

      i don’t write poems either.

    • #13546

      should i make one up about crybabies?[/quote:3r3t3ba6]
      don’t make fun of us though! :cry:

    • #13547

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      should i make one up about crybabies?[/quote:1lbpq0x8]
      don’t make fun of us though! :cry:[/quote:1lbpq0x8]

      oh, more tears. there, there cry baby. its ok.

      have a cookie.

      :lol: :lol: :lol:

    • #13548

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      cry babies cry
      the sun will soon rise
      you can rise and shit your pants
      or scream cause you already have
      or just let the sun burn your innocense away
      and let daddy get shit on his fingers

    • #13549

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Written on behalf of the girls (you silly sausages):

      Oh dear Billy
      Show us your willy
      The weather’s quite chilly
      Oh come on, you silly

      Your willy
      Your willy
      Show us your willy

      Show us your willy
      Oh come on, you silly
      Willy-nilly, break out that willy

      Warm us on up
      On these cold Winter days
      Where the Sun is hiding
      Not showing rays

      Oh Billy oh Billy
      Where art thou that willy?

      Don’t be so silly
      Break out that willy!

      :shock:

    • #13550

      *shakes head*

    • #13551

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      holy crap guys :shock:

      for shame

      this poetry thread is going downhill fast

    • #13552

      Marcella
      Spectator

      It’s actually pretty amusing to know that no thread in this place ever ends up being serious XD.

    • #13553

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      It’s actually pretty amusing to know that no thread in this place ever ends up being serious XD.[/quote:3g43hy65]

      heck ya :lol:

      they always derail and turn into joke threads, but its fun. :wink:

    • #13554

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my space is not what it used to be
      occupied by a tenant who takes up too much room
      go away you pig
      leave me be, let me breathe
      my soul
      my sole wish
      to be alone without pain
      without fear
      complete with love
      complete without tears

    • #13555

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      aww, thats beautiful. :cry: is that about a messy roomate. :cry:

    • #13556

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      aww, thats beautiful. :cry: is that about a messy roomate. :cry:[/quote:2q7tt2l2]

      yes. she’s also known as my wife.

    • #13557

      hehe

      i knew it, i knew it

    • #13558

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      haha :lol:

    • #13559

      did you listen to metalica yet?

    • #13560

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      shit :x

      i’ll go to timeout. no, not yet. :(

      i will though- promise. i will youtube them now.

    • #13561

      thank you.

      i will let you out of timeout when you tell me what you think.

    • #13562

      he sings the words
      that come from his heart
      with a voice so unique
      so beautiful
      so passionate
      weaves delicate ribbons
      around my soul

    • #13563

      that is pretty. i liked that.

    • #13564

      thank ya :)

    • #13565

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that is pretty last rose :)

    • #13566

      howl in the distance
      shattering the midnight calm
      fog covers the moon

    • #13567

      LOVE IT!!!!

      thinking of working it into one of my tats.

    • #13568

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats a nice poem last rose :)

    • #13569

      :D thanks bunches!

    • #13570

      black hole, my heart is gone
      a weight upon my soul
      everyday the same
      taking taking
      till i am all gone
      i can’t stand it anymore
      no way out
      none at all
      the walls are closing in
      i feel them pressing
      i push
      but nothing happens
      i get smaller
      everyday the same
      i may have nothing left
      you take it all
      and give nothing back
      i feel as if i can’t breathe
      and your hands are closing in
      that grin on your face
      i hate you

    • #13571

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      your silence suffocates
      these drums are out of time
      the pulses run dead
      the pain overflows
      down, down, down
      let this be
      let this be the end of it all
      like scissors cutting out paper hearts

    • #13572

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice poems guys, but kind of sad though. i hope all is well with you both. :wink:

    • #13573

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all is shit, blue. fuck it though.

    • #13574

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats too bad manilla. i really hope things get better for you and bullet too. :wink:

    • #13575

      well, i hope so also. but what can you do?

    • #13576

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ty blue. just writing/talking helps, you know?

    • #13577

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i’m glad getting it out there helps some.

      i will wish for the best for you both.

      goodnight you two, ttyl :)

    • #13578

      night!

    • #13579

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      given enough time
      even until the day you die
      while you breathe your final sigh
      pray that you ever crossed my mind

    • #13580

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice poem manilla :wink:

    • #13581

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      just as the heated light is silenced for the night
      listen to the velvet fabric as it hits the hardwood plank
      fading red pastels bleed into the lofty floor
      with curtains down, the last aria was sang
      the crowd exits, and now the cast bows
      cheers and jeers are soon to follow
      but only you can feel the silence of the end
      as it begins to slither around your neck
      one last breath for you and i

    • #13582

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i like your poem manilla.

      you really like writing poetry don’t you?

    • #13583

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you know, sometimes i do. it’s pretty sporatic. i think you are my only fan. ;) :D

    • #13584

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i think you are my only fan. ;) :D[/quote:h78vghpg]

      hehe, or the only one who says anything. :wink:

      i’m not much for writing actual poems myself, but i think yours are nice and not super lame like some poems people write with all the sophomoric whining and what not. i think they are pretty good.

    • #13585

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thanks blue. i’m glad mine aren’t super lame!!! :D

    • #13586

      Marcella
      Spectator

      That was really beautiful, I love how you use words Manilla.

      I suck at writing poems, personally. I am more of a story person. As I said before, any poem I write turns out all emo and teenage angsty.

    • #13587

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I like the poems… I couldn’t write one even if I was told it was that or getting tossed in a garbage can..lol
      I think my last poem written was in 9th grade. My last story was in 3rd grade and that story was a reflection of my feelings about my parents divorce…what a great book for a 3rd grader to write about
      :?

    • #13588

      you know, sometimes i do. it’s pretty sporatic. i think you are my only fan. ;) :D[/quote:2i89zkby]

      Yes, manilla’s poems are good. Hard to read at times, but he does have a way with words. No arguing that.

    • #13589

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      As sand streamed through our hands
      Just one grain fell inside the shell
      Now, as one, it created the perfect pearl
      The one mistep in the beat of life
      Gave way to floods of beauty
      To shine endlessly in the moonlight of never

    • #13590

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Manilla…that is a damn good poem there….
      i like that one

    • #13591

      Manilla–that must be one of my favorite poems of yours. V nice. Beautiful.

    • #13592

      oops! lol…posted twice. Must be ’cause I was up so late last night. :wink:

    • #13593

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats a nice one manilla- definitely one of the best you have put up here. :wink:

    • #13594

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Love it manilla. 8)

    • #13595

      amnesia
      Spectator

      Love it manilla. 8)[/quote:2av0s46g]

      Me 2 :wink:

    • #13596

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Manilla you got quite the fan club going on with this poem :)

    • #13597

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      i really like it too :wink:

    • #13598

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Well I think it sucks.

      Lol, jk :lol:. I like it,it’s very visual,especially the sand part.

    • #13599

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Well I think it sucks.

      Lol, jk :lol:. I like it,it’s very visual,especially the sand part.[/quote:kil2unps]

      at first I was like WTF, now I see it was a jk thing…nice Marcella :lol:

    • #13600

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i know. i just saw the it sucks part too at first. :lol:

    • #13601

      As sand streamed through our hands
      Just one grain fell inside the shell
      Now, as one, it created the perfect pearl
      The one mistep in the beat of life
      Gave way to floods of beauty
      To shine endlessly in the moonlight of never[/quote:1ai1ekh1]

      this is a beautiful poem! i love it!

    • #13602

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      We stood beneath
      The shadows danced as we held hands
      So beautiful, eternally locked in warm embrace
      To this day, I cry to remember the face
      But with such beauty
      Comes so much pain
      Pain no doctors can supress
      Pain no one has ever felt
      Pain like no other has seen before
      And the pain, it glows back at me
      And drives the bones into the dirt
      Over again, I rise to see
      The cold moonlight that clouds beauty

    • #13603

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that’s interesting to read..And the pain, it glows back at me..
      I like this line.
      well I like the whole thing, but that line really stands out to me.

    • #13604

      Arthur
      Spectator

      I think manilla creates cool poetry. It inspired me to search for my little poetry book that I made in 1991, with several poets I wrote in the period 1982 – 1989. (Yes, that many years ago :wink: ). They are in Dutch, but I will try giving them a proper English translation.

      Just a few examples:

      Verzet

      steeds
      uitglijdend
      in een cyclus
      van slapeloze tijden
      is er soms
      die verleiding
      mijzelf
      stil te zetten
      om
      voortaan
      willoos
      verder
      te
      gaan

      Resistance

      all the time
      slipping
      in a cycle of sleepless times
      there is sometimes
      that temptation
      to stop
      myself
      and
      continue
      numb
      and
      without
      any
      will

    • #13605

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      wow! That is awesome. I like it
      It looks cool in Dutch, but to try and read it :?
      thanks for translating it:)
      I suck ass at poetry… If I ever do attempt I wonder how long it will take me to complete the first 2 lines.
      Maybe I should just try…if I succeed I will post it here first :wink:

    • #13606

      Arthur
      Spectator

      This is one that I’m kinda proud of. It are 4 poets belonging together.

      like water

      healing is your voice
      I drink
      from your hands a drip
      many colors stinge me
      they pain me like water
      and your eyes are deep
      troubled like my thoughts

      drunk I am
      drowned

      like fire

      hot is your eye
      I swallow
      from your hair a scent
      many colors steal me
      they pain me like fire
      and your teases don’t fail
      troubled like my thoughts

      one thousand degrees I am
      burned

      like ice

      cold is your memory
      I bite
      from your heart a piece
      many colors caress me
      they pain me like ice
      and your moves are in vain
      troubled like my thoughts

      ice ice cold I am
      frozen

      like wood

      sealed is your body
      I caress
      from your head a hatred
      many colors strengthen me
      they pain me like wood
      and thin are your whispers
      troubled like my thoughts

      I bend, I bend
      and split

    • #13607

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Last one. More coming, promise, I kinda like to re-read that old poetry I wrote, makes me smile! :lol:

      Lego girl

      oh I wish I had
      4 arms
      to wrap around you
      4 hands
      to caress you intense
      4 ears
      to hear every of your whisper
      2 noses
      for the wild scent of your hair
      2 mouths
      well, you know why…

      oh I wish I was twice
      because I’m addicted to you

    • #13608

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      those are nice poems Arthur :)

      i don’t write poetry either although i often include somewhat poetic language in my school papers- lit papers, etc. :wink: i never actually write poems though.

    • #13609

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      the first one is amazing!
      you have talent too Arthur…

      I wrote some poems in the past, a few years ago. but i deleted them ….
      I can only wrote poems when i’m sad, so i guess it’s cool that i can’t write them now :)

    • #13610

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      I can only wrote poems when i’m sad, so i guess it’s cool that i can’t write them now :)[/quote:3eakskde]

      too true :wink:

    • #13611

      Marcella
      Spectator

      I loove the four poems belonging together, Arthur. And I also loved yours, Manilla. \"But with such beauty
      Comes so much pain \" Amen.

    • #13612

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Thanks Marcella. :D

      Here’s another one.

      Am I right
      Or am I wrong
      If I say that you think of me
      Of someone that you cannot love
      Yes you, with your beautiful profile
      Is the world too small for us?
      Hell, turn around and run
      There are many others waiting for you

      Am I right
      Or am I wrong
      If I say that you don’t feel sorry
      That I send you away in an empty world
      You will not cry any tear
      For me, it’s clear
      Turn around and go away
      There are many others longing for you

      Am I right
      Or am I wrong
      If I say: you only went cold
      When I bored you with my feelings
      Damned, I was so wrong
      You, who were once my friend & lover
      Turn around, and run fast bitch
      There are many others so horny for you

    • #13613

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Some people found this one quite \"annoying\" back in the days…

      Dreamlove

      you dreamed about me
      I noticed
      and I fight your lonely love
      you tried to withstand me
      but magical,
      almost unnoticed,
      and like a king I conquered
      your thoughts

      my hands float around you
      I opened your falcon body
      you tried to stop me
      but I entered you
      stubborn & strong
      barehanded, naked

      love us

    • #13614

      like the poems arthur, that last one is good. not annoying.

    • #13615

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      i like them all. and the last one is not annoying at all

    • #13616

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i like them Arthur- they aren’t annoying. :wink:

      just out of curiosity- did you write them in Dutch originally or English?

    • #13617

      Marcella
      Spectator

      I don’t see what’s annoying on that last one, it’s gorgeous! And if they were written in Dutch originally, congratulations, they sound great in English as well.

    • #13618

      Arthur
      Spectator

      In Dutch originally, all of them. That last one for example is like this in Dutch:

      Droomliefde

      je hebt mij gedroomd
      ik zag het
      ik overwon je eenzame liefde
      je probeerde me uit te houden
      maar magisch
      onzichtbaar en
      onaantastbaar overmeesterde ik
      je gedachten

      mijn handen zweven over je
      lichaamsopeningen als valkuilen
      je probeert me tegen te houden
      maar stijfkoppig
      dring ik bij je binnen
      met blote handen

      heb ons lief

      To be honest, it’s must stronger in Dutch, but that’s only visible for the Dutchies I’m afraid. :wink:

    • #13619

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      To be honest, it’s must stronger in Dutch, but that’s only visible for the Dutchies I’m afraid. :wink:[/quote:hofw1g6s]

      true^^ as to be honest it looks a bit like gibberish to me :wink:

    • #13620

      Arthur
      Spectator

      I don’t know what is gibberish…

      But what I mean is, there are several deeper layers in the poem that go haywire when being translated to English.

      This part for example

      \"mijn handen zweven over je
      lichaamsopeningen als valkuilen\"

      would be litteraly

      \"my hands float over your
      body doors like falcon-owls\"

      which is nicely translated (see them fly, the falcons over the (dead?) body?), but \"valkuilen\" also means \"traps\", like the body has traps where my hands shouldn’t go in… Anyway, hard to explain, I hope I did my best, and made it a joyful experience anyway for you to read. :)

    • #13621

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      hehe, yes you did a better job translating. :wink:

      oh, and \"gibberish\" is basically just a bunch of words that you don’t understand, derive no meaning from because you don’t know the language or whatever, makes no sense, etc…

      i don’t know anything really for the most part when it comes to germanic languages, so it looks a bit different to me. :wink:

    • #13622

      Marcella
      Spectator

      It looks so pretty. I could write it in my binder and everyone at school would be like \"What duz that meanz?! Yew are satanik.\" So fun =’D.

    • #13623

      Arthur
      Spectator

      It looks so pretty. I could write it in my binder and everyone at school would be like "What duz that meanz?! Yew are satanik." So fun =’D.[/quote:sqe7kyj7]
      "When you’re born, you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in Holland, you get a front row seat." :wink:

    • #13624

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      wow :lol:

    • #13625

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      It looks so pretty. I could write it in my binder and everyone at school would be like "What duz that meanz?! Yew are satanik." So fun =’D.[/quote:xzodizd6]
      "When you’re born, you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in Holland, you get a front row seat." :wink:[/quote:xzodizd6]

      :lol:

    • #13626

      I’m still trying to decipher Manilla’s latest prose.

      Arthur, yours are interesting–such a different style than a lot of poetry. I can completely understand why translating doesn’t quite work. That’s always an issue when switching languages.

      The only \"poems\" I right are silly notes to people, very Seuss-esque. I used to write a lot, but more just journal-style. Did it almost every day for years. Stopped abruptly about half-way through college. It’s funny though, I still have my journals from when I was in about 7th grade on. Cracks me up to go back and read about what I perceived as important at those times.

    • #13627

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I wish I would have saved my poems..they went to the trash a long time ago..I deemed them as irrelevant at the time, now I wish I could see them-
      Arthur you are a poem writing machine..holy that was a lot, but they are very good poems!
      I like the way they look in Dutch..it’s different to see through my eyes :)
      keep it up boys..

    • #13628

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Just wanted to say to Arthur, and in front of everyone here, I love your poems Sir. And I say Sir in the context of Sir Arthur. That shit sounds so good with your name.

      Sir Derek? Not so much.

      I especially like the 4 elements poem. Nice one bro. ;) 8)

    • #13629

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Do se do
      Round and round we go
      In my arms, you are so heavy
      I close my eyes and pull you close
      To feel your breath, we share one pulse
      The time comes to pass you to another
      From this one to the other
      One two three four
      Now promenade
      In his arms you are content
      Within his arms, he can protect
      Alone, without my partner
      I swirl down to the grass
      Palms up and grasping
      The square dance taps in uniform
      Joyously exiting the barn door
      Minus one

    • #13630

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      another good one manilla :wink:

    • #13631

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      very nice manilla ! :wink:

    • #13632

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I especially like the 4 elements poem. Nice one bro. ;) 8)[/quote:4mydo9k4]
      Me too!
      Sir Manilla :lol: and I like Sir Arthur-it has a nice ring to it
      And I like the one you just posted.
      you guys are on a roll here..

    • #13633

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Mine tend to be ‘odd,’ as I write them very quickly to motivate ‘other’ writing I’m doing; or they’re often for other people.

      For fear of scaring everybody, here’s my contributions:

      http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea … =411347232

    • #13634

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Well..I guess all 3 of you can write good poems…Dazey they aren’t scary, they are very fascinating to read!

    • #13635

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      yeah, those aren’t scary Dazey :wink: they are good poems

    • #13636

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Yet again, I find myself in sin
      Dark reflections contained within
      The mirror shining too dim
      Holding revelations of absolute
      Parades it’s proud negatives
      Removing the spectrum of light
      Within the vastness of this anvil
      The grey persists
      Consuming
      Oneness is not within
      Harmony is afar
      Throw the sandstone to the quartz
      Shatter it away
      Awake, another day

    • #13637

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Manilla I hope you plan on keepin your poems for a book…

    • #13638

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      Manilla I hope you plan on keepin your poems for a book…[/quote:10owsub8]

      you should. you have lots of good ones.

    • #13639

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Manilla I hope you plan on keepin your poems for a book…[/quote:2x65sw3t]

      Thirded.

    • #13640

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Thirded.[/quote:35jv0qnq]

      had to do a double take on that word…I thought it said something else :shock: :lol:

    • #13641

      lost in a sea of sadness
      looking back i wonder how i got here
      on a boat of no return
      the waves crash against me
      i feel nothing but cold
      i wish for the light of the sun
      it never touches my skin
      eternal night shining in my eyes
      cold
      silent
      neverending

    • #13642

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that’s a good poem bullet, but its sad

    • #13643

      i feel sad, and thanks.

      do you ever feel like
      your world is ending
      but it is neverending
      the time it takes for it to
      implode
      explode
      disinigrate
      be nothingness
      forever it seems
      long long nights of decay and madness
      longing for the end
      but knowing it is far off
      longing for the darkness
      but knowing it is far off
      and everyday is just the same
      a trudge through the mud of life
      shaking off the brambles that tear at your skin
      hoping beyond hope
      that today
      today
      the light will shine on you
      and the nothingness is taken away
      and it is replaced by love
      love pure white love
      a bright shining star of hope in all hearts

    • #13644

      amnesia
      Spectator

      lost in a sea of sadness
      looking back i wonder how i got here
      on a boat of no return
      the waves crash against me
      i feel nothing but cold
      i wish for the light of the sun
      it never touches my skin
      eternal night shining in my eyes
      cold
      silent
      neverending[/quote:3mjed0fg]

      I really like this one.Sad but Good one Bullet.

    • #13645

      thanks.

      i write the best when i am sad, happy poems never really sound good.

    • #13646

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Good ones. I write better when I have negative emotions, as well.

    • #13647

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i think a lot of people write better, paint better etc when they are unhappy. i wonder if its easier to tap into your emotions when you are more unhappy or something. maybe it seems more intense and overwhelming somehow so it comes out stronger.

    • #13648

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Since we’re talking about sad poems…this isn’t exactly a poem, more like…I have no idea o_o.

      Butterflies tap my windowpane
      Their crystal wings shimmering with light
      My eyes, half closed, I sway with the sound
      Of the cherished scene, purposely bright.
      The walls that trap me shiver
      Like autumn leaves ready to fall
      That small sight of bliss closes, withers
      As darkness encloses me with a final swap.
      As blind as true love, is such beauty within
      Impossible to notice unless once slaughtered
      As once pure, as gelid, like the breast of a dove
      After the sin commited leaves its crimson matter.
      Seconds and hours loose all of their charm
      My insides don’t long for just every-day time
      One always wants what one should never have
      The forbidden is sweet, but freedom it lacks.
      And what is such word, nowadays, for myself?
      The meaning is buried under covers of shame
      Yet through such glorious shards, glitters calling me outside
      I see what I could’ve had, if only I had seen it the first time.

    • #13649

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      its still a poem Marcella and good one too

    • #13650

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I like both of those poems…very good!!

    • #13651

      i like both of your poems bullet and marcella. sad…….. i can really feel the emotion in them. i agree, it does seem like the best artistic works happen when sad feelings are involved.

    • #13652

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      she once shouted my name
      across the echoing vistas
      she once cried the same
      over the distance
      she once pulled
      the water to the side
      she once breathed
      exhale, a sigh
      she once gazed, into a mirror
      she once gazed, seeing clearer
      she once saw, the beauty inside
      she once saw, the love in his eyes
      she once heard, her voice bounce back
      she once heard, the echo attack
      she once heard, a cold distant grin
      she heard but if once, the silence within

    • #13653

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      with two and one
      an odd number makes three
      with you and them
      equals harmony
      enter the one
      to disrupt the sanct
      enter myself
      blank room, empty space
      exit me, exit you
      leaves everyone
      alone with you

    • #13654

      Shannen
      Spectator

      You are like a statue at heaven gate
      And me just a sculpture waiting for your love, radiance and divinity to fill in
      I have faith in you
      Thinking that you are the sweetest thing
      Thinking non other than you
      Waiting to see an angel like you is a penance
      Each and everyday seems to be million years away
      I yearn to meet you
      And my heart will be sleepless till that day

      P/s: It’s a bit disorganized…tsss

    • #13655

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      It’s still a good poem Shannen.
      And Manilla of course as always…

    • #13656

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      manilla- good as always

      and good one too Shannen

    • #13657

      I am a queen in your eyes, in your hands.
      King you are to me, my friend, my lover.
      We are two sides of the same coin,
      One and the same, yet never touching.
      Our kingdom is an elusive heaven.
      Appearing and disappearing, as the tides of a mirage.
      How quickly it vanishes, when you go into hiding.
      I yearn for your touch from afar.
      You disappear from my life,
      Leaving me adrift in a sea of emotions.
      Tides pull me one direction,
      Winds push me in another.
      You will reappear on the horizon,
      My body burns as I try to reach you
      Before you vanish again.

    • #13658

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      RTC
      That is absolutely a beautiful poem!
      I really like that one

    • #13659

      RTC
      That is absolutely a beautiful poem!
      I really like that one[/quote:4vaah3ga]

      Thanks Reggae. Maybe some of us can give manilla a run for his money.

    • #13660

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      well I now see that you can :wink:

      One decade I will attempt…

    • #13661

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that is a good poem RTC. i like the imagery.

    • #13662

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Dreaming within
      Distant moonlight whispers
      silence glows between the veil
      within the soul, the light
      pure with love

      it’s a start :?

    • #13663

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      its a pretty start

    • #13664

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thanks
      maybe I’ll finish it, or maybe it’s done.. :)

    • #13665

      Arthur
      Spectator

      The Aftermath

      in a passionate awakening
      I saw your body
      laying next to mine
      in a deathwish
      I posessed you
      and in a whispering dream
      our souls
      looked at each other

      I have been counting
      the wrinkles in the sheets
      all day

    • #13666

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      The aftermath?

      that could be the ending to my poem ;)

      I like it Arthur, always writing good poems

    • #13667

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Absolutely gorgeous Arthur. I love love your passion.

    • #13668

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Children In Time

      a village close to the beach
      the sky is grey
      and the wind is hard
      when we start our journey

      I look around us
      a drip on my nose
      falls a circle in the water

      almost careless
      have the dunes
      been thrown around in the salty water

      I miss the seals
      are they scared
      of our group?

      I wonder

      behind us
      the imprints
      of wet footsteps

      and in front of us
      the unknown
      that we will explore

      the other side, of the sea

      a strange feeling
      forceful, so beautiful,
      makes me stand still

      I feel
      a little
      a child in time

    • #13669

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Seen on the latest car show:

      the new Honda Harakiri
      it refuses to hit the gas
      in a dirty environment

      the Renault Question
      it asks every 10 minutes
      \"why didn’t you take public transport?\"
      then it starts announcing
      all bus timetables
      and the next trainstations

      finally, from Russia:
      the Lada Applestroika
      it takes fruit juice
      for gas

      (OK, maybe not a real poem, but hey, I wrote this when I was 15-16 years old :wink: )

    • #13670

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      alright this one is good too..
      puts mine to shame by far
      :lol:

    • #13671

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      my comment should be in bewtween poems..
      this last one looks like dialogue to a future car commercial of some sort :wink:
      you know something we all don’t Arthur?

    • #13672

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Last one, i liked this one very much when I wrote this. Still makes me smile a little. :lol:

      I want to write a little
      some poetry or something
      nothing special
      just some words
      but I seem to fail
      my pen is against me
      but what do I say:
      I’m already at line eight!
      OK, let me write a little
      some poetry or something
      nothing heavy
      but something that makes you smile
      I’m afraid I’m going nowhere
      my fantasy has gone
      but hey, look at this:
      I’m already here, just like that!
      so, I wrote a little after all
      some poetry or something
      but it has to end somewhere too
      and that will be now

    • #13673

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that’s a good one…too!
      DAMN I SUCK!!!
      I just need to write down all my crazy thougts throughout the days…maybe something will come together…lol

    • #13674

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      you guys do a pretty good job of summing up my thoughts into your own poems :lol:

    • #13675

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Thanks, I’m flattered. 8) Last last last one then, and now I’m off to bed.

      before dark
      it is evening
      close to the morning
      it is night
      those
      are the times
      that loneliness
      falls upon me
      that melancholy
      attacks me
      that doubts
      are so strong
      and don’t go away
      without any reason
      actually

    • #13676

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      those are good poems Arthur. and the one about poems is funny. :lol:

    • #13677

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      dreams stripped away
      longing for that moment
      welcome sleep
      take me away
      to the place
      I long to keep
      secret thoughts
      fulfill the heart
      I can feel you
      in my soul

    • #13678

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      leaves falling,open door
      window views
      ever changing
      the pleasure of new
      tug o’ war
      pulling,tugging
      which way to go
      within the self
      lies hidden truths
      seek the message
      from your youth

    • #13679

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the leaves’ color is no more
      ascended to their nest
      one on top of the other
      an infinite strata of death

      past times awake, during the day
      they caught all rays of light
      to hang and curl oh so gently
      and sleep silent during the night

      forever reaching out so far
      atop the forest heights
      battling rain and foragers
      the endless army would fight

      until that day the wind blew cold
      and someone gave the nod
      to wither up and fly away
      break off and join the sod

      together again, all on the ground
      as a withering blanket of cover
      to give the earth a little warmth
      knowing winter is around the corner

    • #13680

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Sea of depth,deepest blue
      twisted fate,voice of truth
      beneath the stars
      sea of waves
      feel me, see me
      believe my love
      exploding from the heart
      flowing throughout
      unreleased passion
      I reach, you pull
      intertwined, embraced, released
      until we meet again

    • #13681

      manilla, i LOVE that poem! my favorite are nature poems, this one is beautiful! great imagery :)

      i only have one little question… the word ascended, did you mean descended? like the leaves fall to their nest on the ground?

    • #13682

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      manilla, i LOVE that poem! my favorite are nature poems, this one is beautiful! great imagery :)

      i only have one little question… the word ascended, did you mean descended? like the leaves fall to their nest on the ground?[/quote:19bi5t4a]

      no, i meant ascended, even though falling. like going go heaven. leave heaven!

      leaven?

    • #13683

      oh, ok :) i hope i didn’t offend you, i was just wondering :P
      it is a great poem :)

      leaven… all leaves go to leaven :lol:

    • #13684

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      oh, ok :) i hope i didn’t offend you, i was just wondering :P
      it is a great poem :)

      leaven… all leaves go to leaven :lol:[/quote:3jp5sel8]
      must be heaven for leaves? or we’ve been calling heaven the wrong thing :lol:
      I still like it Manilla

    • #13685

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i like all of manilla’s poems. good stuff.

    • #13686

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thanks blue, rose, and reggae. :D

      arthur’s cool as always, reggae, keep writing, you’ll get there. it’s amazing how going through a real crappy period in your life elicits poetry.

    • #13687

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thanks blue, rose, and reggae. :D

      arthur’s cool as always, reggae, keep writing, you’ll get there. it’s amazing how going through a real crappy period in your life elicits poetry.[/quote:1jpr2lwc]
      you know what’s weird..I never write poetry and have no idea why on earth I even attempted, but even my horoscope said something about writing poetry, which through me off…I feel like my mind is being spyed upon lately..LOL

    • #13688

      I feel like my mind is being spyed upon lately..LOL[/quote:1rl97kwa]

      That’s because it is, mwahahahahaha!

    • #13689

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I feel like my mind is being spyed upon lately..LOL[/quote:2qx7nzd9]

      That’s because it is, mwahahahahaha![/quote:2qx7nzd9]
      GREAT just GREAT.. what I want to know is by who-besides God, who else..no one…lol

    • #13690

      ok…back to poetry people! Focus!

    • #13691

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      As sun sets,moon arises
      setting sail from confusion
      Is this all?
      So far to travel
      destination unknown
      an illusion, what is real?
      searching the souls
      seeking wisdom
      listening to the heart
      reaching for something
      not all can see
      knowing very well it’s for you and me
      leaving the restraints this world has
      love is there
      as it always has
      let it lead
      soon all will see

    • #13692

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      For Loves Sake

      A piece of me pushed under
      Where did she go?
      Where did she hide?
      I’m on my way
      to give peace within
      I give my all
      It’s who I am
      truth be told
      Go for love
      Go for all

      Feel life everyday
      no matter, no more
      selfish desire
      close that door
      Awaken the mind
      Open your heart
      it can not burn anymore
      Go for love
      Go for all
      For loves sake

    • #13693

      Fall to Winter, Day to Night

      Life and liveliness of summer wane,
      The colors and excitement fade.
      I echo back, theme music slowing,
      Allegro to adagio.

      Daylight diminishes,
      The dark of night is augmented.
      My life mimics,
      Each minute calmer.

      Leaves fall and grass browns,
      Preparing for the depth of winter.
      I mirror, settling into my own warmth,
      Strong and comforting.

      Fall leaves, winter arrives.
      Interpreted death is truly life.
      I copy, giving into the night,
      Rejuvenation for tomorrow.

    • #13694

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I like your poem…it’s cozy

    • #13695

      reggae, i like your poems :)

      rtc i like yours too :)

    • #13696

      naratives of the mind
      laying trails of deceit
      sanity knows lies
      venture once down a path
      to see where it takes you
      journey too often
      you may not return whole
      belief can replace truth
      layers of reality
      interspersed with delusion

    • #13697

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      good poems guys :)

    • #13698

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      naratives of the mind
      laying trails of deceit
      sanity knows lies
      venture once down a path
      to see where it takes you
      journey too often
      you may not return whole
      belief can replace truth
      layers of reality
      interspersed with delusion[/quote:olat5bsj]

      Wow, I was just mindfucked.

    • #13699

      manilla- i don’t know what to say… that is like the ultimate compliment… thanks!

    • #13700

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      wow rose! That is a a great poem!

    • #13701

      thanks reggae :)

    • #13702

      Doubtful-Della
      Spectator

      Hiding behind curves
      Where stereophonics work
      With filigree and appetite
      Spoon fed formaldehyde
      A masquerade of pedigrees
      Serene yet nostalgic
      All virtual concepts
      Of righteous creations
      All hidden and cloned
      Aroused and alone
      Inside my frontal lobe

    • #13703

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      I wrote this in college, about starting to drink and smoke: If only I listened to myself. :roll:

      ————————————————————————————————————————-

      I’m walking down this carnival highway. You know, the empty, sticky, flashy, jet-engine aisle…the dirty path traveled by the millions. At first, I am mute. Energy of all wavelengths passes through me, reaching me via distinguished media…vibrations, noises, headlights, flames of yellow and red, beckoning my submission. I am silent. For I have heard of the evil. The fake. The hypocrite. The sinner. Smiling with glittered teeth and eyes of molten steel, he flies to me. With clawed hands open and bat wings spread. I am offered to taste his nectar. The life juice of darkness. And as the quiet moon pulsates onto my head, I take my virgin sip of nothingness. It goes down like a snake crawling into my stomach, it’s body opening and slithering and becoming one with my soul. And now, removal of the beast would surely mean death…for it is a part of me. It is me. And I look behind to see where to go and the heat blasts burn my eyes. The silver lenses see far above, but the blackness comes rushing down. Down, down, down. Crushing and extinguishing the sought after and needed, until the horizontals dominate. A vacuum begins from inside and when I look forward, my snake is just leaving. On to pursue another being. To eat what is his and control what was once mine.

    • #13704

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      whoa- that’s quite a poetic description there- really strong imagery.

      good thing you have quit now though :wink:

    • #13705

      Doubtful-Della
      Spectator

      \"my snake\" makes me think of something else ;)

    • #13706

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      yeah, it might be a smidge graphic, but still a strong piece :wink:

    • #13707

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      that’s what she said.

    • #13708

      I’m rolling my eyes…..

    • #13709

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that’s what she said.[/quote:2xpima34]
      oh no…that sounds familiar :lol:
      typical man statement, except you don’t seem like a typical guy…I’m so confused :?

    • #13710

      that’s what she said.[/quote:2j20p5jh]
      oh no…that sounds familiar :lol:
      typical man statement, except you don’t seem like a typical guy…I’m so confused :?[/quote:2j20p5jh]

      Why do you say that manilla doesn’t seem typical? Just curious myself….

    • #13711

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I know Manilla doesn’t seem typical…or maybe that’s just it my hubby isn’t typical either..lol
      I don’t know I have heard that statement by a few guys..lol
      It’s a funny statement though when applied right, like Manilla did :lol:

    • #13712

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Distractions
      preying on innocence
      subliminal illusion
      easily swayed
      mind Controlled, cells siphoned
      Feeling of emptiness
      loneliness, bittersweet
      becoming fear
      dark and empty
      bottomless pit
      stay here
      as long as you like
      there’s always more

      this way, points the sign
      turn right
      come along
      close your eyes
      breathe deep within
      it won’t take long
      a glimmer of light
      leave the illusion behind
      tranquil life
      away from it all

    • #13713

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a bow drawn to rip apart
      plays sad songs across the heart
      counting sheep around the bridge
      a violin’s dying wish
      to breathe again the sounds of sorrow
      upon the ears of a deaf tomorrow
      quarters and eighths stain the floor
      there to lay forevermore

    • #13714

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a medley’s melody
      inside a kicking can
      bouncing down the street
      your head in time with the beat
      funk da fied in step
      beat down, so def
      keep it swingin’
      ooooo there goes another one
      bringin’ it back
      fo everyone
      wet shirts and colas
      it’s so hot
      i never wanna cool off

    • #13715

      Doubtful-Della
      Spectator

      a bow drawn to rip apart
      plays sad songs across the heart
      counting sheep around the bridge
      a violin’s dying wish
      [/quote:tq2dhc6n]

      I like it four lines. Very powerful end statement

    • #13716

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all you knew
      devoured in spoonfed school
      the back turned
      the truth hurts
      the truth sings its aria
      whispering to you its final breaths
      into your ear
      you hear
      you turn to see
      the truth the truth the truth
      the textbook
      the written word
      the gospel
      the nothing

    • #13717

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      through layers unseen
      the end it seems
      reached far too deep
      the souls seeped
      together as once in a bowl
      fallen to the floor
      shattered across
      spilling the score
      one two three four
      the dreams of lore
      now the sunken miles
      complete across the frozen tiles

    • #13718

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      whereever have we gone
      whoever shall decide
      whenever it is time
      until we are then, bide time

      hands move with hasty pace
      hovering the turquoise face
      into the silent unknown
      for ever, our souls

      now and again
      i think of then
      what is was to me
      all the possiblities

      asleep now but awake
      cannot stop the earthquake
      apart the rift drags along
      singing one last tearful song

    • #13719

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      point the pistol to thy head
      pull the trigger filled with lead
      blood spills upon the floor
      the smoke empties the chamber door

      and in the empty room
      a new soul hovers with doom
      destined to die upon this earth
      one last breath, a dying curse

      two shells, side by side
      one from a gun
      the other, suicide

      post humous, now obsolete
      the end of it all becomes complete

    • #13720

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      more good ones manilla :wink: they are always sad though for the most part

    • #13721

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      where are yours?

      :?

    • #13722

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      where are yours?

      :?[/quote:3h056020]

      i don’t write poems. never have for the most part unless i was forced to in school. :wink: sometimes when i write papers for classes they have a bit of a poetic quality if i feel like throwing in some niftier language. other than that though i’m not really a poem writer, although i’m taking lit in college too.

    • #13723

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      never to see inside the door
      hovers my body, upon the floor
      sunlight bounces into my eyes
      a radiant beam from deep inside

      i push up, to capture a view
      the keyhole shines through and through
      rocking gently, back and forth
      happiness is now back in store

      one wanders through the musky room
      touching all that defines the you(th)
      wonderment is within her eyes
      delight comes with each surprise

      push away, to rise again
      to the knees, i confess my sin
      creaking wood beneath the feet
      to sound alarms down beneath

      i walk away up to the stairs
      and grab the handrail of our years
      decending to the lowest level
      as the hinges begin to echo

      joyous laughs and tearful cries
      bounce about into the sky
      and lonely murmurs never see
      the light that came from underneath

    • #13724

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      okay, above is probably my favorite poem ever. ugh. pain and sorrow = beauty.

    • #13725

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that is a damn good one. one of the best you have put up to date.

    • #13726

      I can’t even comment.

    • #13727

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Wow! that was amazing Manilla :wink:

    • #13728

      Tion
      Spectator

      wow. i read o lot of very good poems here….
      ..have to draw now, or my head explodes : :idea:

    • #13729

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my love
      my life
      removed once
      removed twice
      again i hear your silent voice
      again inside i melt without a choice
      i long so much for your embrace
      i want so much for our days
      but now i want your cool smile
      just to know all is worthwhile
      and tonight you gave unto me
      the pureness i forever seek
      i love you babe

    • #13730

      Originality
      Undoubtedly
      Tries
      Longingly to
      Escape
      Towards normalcy

      acrostic poems are my favorite now, they are fun to write :)

    • #13731

      BUT….. i am not sure about using the word normalcy in that poem…. i don’t know what exactly i was going for….. what do you guys think? i am always up for constructive critisism :)

      rewrite:

      Originality
      Undoubtedly
      Tries
      Longingly to
      Escape
      Triumphantly

      i think i like that better

    • #13732

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      haha I haven’t done that style since junior high, or was it elementary..
      nice rose ;)
      I might have to do that one day again

    • #13733

      which one do you like better… my 1st or 2nd one? i need opinions :lol:

    • #13734

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I like both to be honest..
      normalcy..I like that, but I also like triumphantly too..
      I guess I am not much help :lol:

    • #13735

      hehe, that’s okay :P i’m glad you like it/them :D

    • #13736

      after i posted the 1st one i realized that it seemed like i was trying to say original and creative people are not \"normal\" that’s not what i meant though. :P lol.

    • #13737

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      i prefer the second one rose ;)

    • #13738

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that’s why I like it..there is no normalcy… :wink:

    • #13739

      i don’t know what posessed me to use that word… i don’t even like the word normal

      i had a momentary lapse of judgement :lol:

      and i posted it before it was complete! oops, sorry ya’ll had to see my editing process :P lol

    • #13740

      here’s another acrostic poem, told you i have fun with them :)

      Curiosity

      Could it be?
      Underneath or beyond
      Roads never seen must lead somewhere
      Inside packages
      Oh so pretty
      Something lurks
      Is the question where or what?
      Temptation to go or to open
      You know you feel it too

    • #13741

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      here’s another acrostic poem, told you i have fun with them :)

      Curiosity

      Could it be?
      Underneath or beyond
      Roads never seen must lead somewhere
      Inside packages
      Oh so pretty
      Something lurks
      Is the question where or what?
      Temptation to go or to open
      You know you feel it too[/quote:2qirchx0]

      I like the "Roads never seen must lead somewhere".

      I gotta ask. What is acrostic?

    • #13742

      Isn’t acrostic describing how the first letter of each line spells a word (ie. ‘curiosity’)???

    • #13743

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Alone with never
      Lonely as a cause
      Wretched inside
      Alienated to find
      Yesterday’s memory
      So alone

    • #13744

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      She gazes upon my eyes
      Her hair combed aside
      The tiny body
      Warm to the touch
      Just a tiny sip
      Turns my heart to dust

      The one true love
      This heart has ever known
      The one true love
      Will never leave this home
      She’s my little baby
      She’s my little angel

      If she had wings
      She’d fly far above
      Into cold nights
      To bring the light
      To see what she could see
      To be what she could be

      She runs across to grab my legs
      And grounds me for all days
      Her little smile
      Her cute laughs
      Are enough to thank
      A man’s dark past

      Yes, she’s my angel
      Born without wings
      Serving a lifeforce
      Yet to be seen
      She’s close to the ground
      Angels never fly this low

      Constantly
      She gives to me
      Tears of joy
      She never sees
      She is my world
      She is my cause
      Forever I want
      To embrace those arms

      She is simply
      Cydney

    • #13745

      that’s beautiful, manilla

    • #13746

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      wow !

      That’s my favorite so far ! Beautiful !

    • #13747

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that is really neat manilla. that’s about one of your kids right?

    • #13748

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Yessam, tis my 2.5 year old daughter. I may post a pic of her on here one day. As a rule, I don’t put pics of my children on the internet, but I did for Corgan, but it was SP related.

      Hmmm….

    • #13749

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats probably a good plan. you can never be too careful. plus anybody can look through any thread on here- SPfreaks you know and freaks you don’t know. :wink:

    • #13750

      I wholeheartedly concur with the no-posting-pics-of-progeny rule. Tis a good one, I say.

    • #13751

      Arthur
      Spectator

      From the Carmina Burana

      veni, domicella

      o virgines
      de corde totaliter
      et ex mente tota
      sum presentialiter
      absens in remota

      pulchra tibi facies
      oculurum acies
      capillorum series
      o quam clara species!

      rosa rubicundior
      lilio candidior
      omnibus formosior
      iam amore virginali
      totus ardeo

      ad iugum tamen suave transeo
      semper in te glorior!

      and wow, this one…

      estuans interius
      ira vehementi
      in amaritudine
      loquor mee menti:
      factus de materia,
      cinis elementi
      similis sum folio,
      de quo ludunt venti

      cum sit enim proprium
      viro sapienti
      supra petram ponere
      sedem fundamenti,
      stultus ego comparor
      fluvio labenti,
      sub eodem tramite
      nunquam permanenti.

      feror ego veluti
      sine nauta navis,
      ut per vias aeris
      vaga fertur avis;
      non me tenent vincula,
      non me tenet clavis,
      quero mihi similes
      et adiungor pravis.

      mihi cordis gravitas
      res videtur gravis;
      iocis est amabilis
      dulciorque favis;
      quicquid Venus imperat,
      labor est suavis,
      que nunquam in cordibus
      habitat ignavis.

      via lata gradior
      more iuventutis
      inplicor et vitiis
      immemor virtutis,
      voluptatis avidus
      magis quam salutis,
      mortuus in anima
      curam gero cutis.

      OK, translations to follow… :wink:

    • #13752

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Translations of the Carmina Burana.

      Firstly, the first one was a little creative redo of some texts I like from the Carmina Burana. The second one is a full original text. This is so… Arthur. 8)

      sweetheart, be mine

      o beautiful girl
      in my times and in my song
      I carry you on my hands
      and my heart will not leave you
      where-ever I may roam

      you got the most beautiful face
      your eyes full of light
      hair like no-one has
      and a body where everything sparkles from life!

      every rose shrinks in your presence
      every lily turns grey
      you most beautiful of all
      in the inside of my thighs
      a fire starts to burn

      I will do everything what love commands
      to you I belong, to you alone!

      And the second poet goes like this:

      burning inside
      with violent anger
      bitterly
      I speak to my heart
      created from matter
      of the ashes of the elements
      I am like a leaf
      played with by the winds

      if it is the way
      of the wise man
      to build
      foundations on stone
      then I am a fool like
      a flowing stream
      which in its course
      never changes

      I am carried along
      like a ship without a steersman
      and in the paths of the air
      like a light hovering bird
      chains cannot hold me
      keys cannot imprison me
      I look for people like me
      and join the wretches

      the heaviness of my heart
      seems like a burden to me
      it is pleasant to joke
      and sweeter than honeycomb
      whatever Venus commands
      is a sweet duty
      she never dwells
      in a lazy heart

      I travel the broad path
      as is the way of youth
      I give myself to vice
      unmindful of virtue
      I am eager for the pleasures of the flesh
      more than for salvation
      my soul is dead
      so I shall look after the flesh

    • #13753

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      geeze Arthur :roll: you think we all can’t read Latin :roll: geeze :lol: :lol:

      i have actually had several years of it thought. and some Greek as well. :lol: :wink:

    • #13754

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I wish I knew how to read some Latin now a days..it would be cool. I did like the interpretation of those poems though!

      and Manilla you are a good poet!!

    • #13755

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      I wish I knew how to read some Latin now a days..it would be cool. I did like the interpretation of those poems though!

      and Manilla you are a good poet!![/quote:2echj9on]

      Why thanks!

    • #13756

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Exhales her warm sigh into the cold night
      And rears back, impatiently waiting
      For two to join her in the back of the train
      Together once more, never again

      He grabs the reins and gives a silent pull
      She sets on foot, ready to go
      A cool wind blows across her nape
      Sending gossamer hair flowing through space

      So proud to lead the two on their journey
      Not knowing any of their story
      But lead she did, just the same
      And became the horse with no name

      To bring the pair into the night
      Where two must decide flee or fight
      The black chariot rolls up to a stop
      No more horses clop, clop, clop

      One turns and bows, a decision made
      And exits the chariot, alone, afraid
      The door is closed and movement regains
      Alone he joins the horse with no name

    • #13757

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I want to go horse back riding now-thanks Manilla :)
      Sounded so relaxing and peaceful

    • #13758

      Paranoia
      -a look inside the illness

      Patterns of reason begin to decay

      Amongst remains of logical thought

      Reactions to life’s everyday scenes

      Altered by artificial truths

      Nonsense creeps into knowledge

      Orbiting inside the mind

      Imaginary reality

      Alienated by fate

    • #13759

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      You said goodbye
      Long before I heard your words
      You said so long
      Long before I knew it was wrong
      You said no more
      Long before
      You said hello
      When you meant you must go
      You said I love you
      Your voice misconstued
      You said I’m going my way
      Long before our way
      You said it’s done
      Long before I knew what was to come
      You said it’s over
      Long before you were sober
      You said thanks
      Long before any angst
      You said hello
      To dull the pace
      You said let go
      And now it is so

      You said goodbye
      You said goodbye
      You said goodbye
      Without such much as a cry

    • #13760

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Another
      Again
      Why bother
      With sin
      Til then, we shall cease
      Til then, savor the peace
      I am too harsh
      To hold onto
      I am too scared
      To follow through
      I am the one
      To kiss you goodnight
      You rolled your head
      Oh well, good night

    • #13761

      i like those manilla :)

    • #13762

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Manilla…you should start to publish these

    • #13763

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Manilla…you should start to publish these[/quote:34n4uwlb]
      That is exactly what he is doing here, right? :P

    • #13764

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      he could make a book though :wink:

    • #13765

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      Arthur likes to be funny :P

    • #13766

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      not virtual style…
      physical copy hardcover or paperback
      preferably hard cover, won’t be destroyed as easy
      and have pictures in it like Billy did- ones that reference the poem somehow!

    • #13767

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      not virtual style…
      physical copy hardcover or paperback
      preferably hard cover, won’t be destroyed as easy
      and have pictures in it like Billy did- ones that reference the poem somehow![/quote:b6w6ydm7]

      I’m afraid it’d be pics of the same girl over and over again. :(

    • #13768

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      Billy just had pics on the cover and the inside title page, so it works if your taking a page out of BC’s book :wink:

    • #13769

      i wish i could publish a book and then just sit and watch the royalty checks come in :P

    • #13770

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      faded tulips
      brown and discolored
      on an empty table
      full of rotten sunlight
      burn stained wood
      the faint smell of smoke

      used clothes
      a dark trench coat
      broken hangers on the floor
      hands touching the merchandise
      the faint smell of death

      an empty pine
      side of the road
      all green aside
      brittle and dry
      with snow and cold

      something passionate was once here

    • #13771

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      walking around
      on a spinning globe
      in the middle of nowhere

      looking out
      to the holy sky
      dreams of connection
      dreams of smiling
      dreams
      only dreams

    • #13772

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hold this moment
      savor the flavor
      reality bites
      but pretention
      devours

      eat me alive
      i am no more
      swallow me whole
      i am no more

      turn off the distractions
      draw the sword
      i bow before you
      heads rolling

      happiness once again
      while the masses are entertained
      sacrifice my soul
      for myself

    • #13773

      Around the corner I have a friend,
      In this great city that has no end,
      Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
      And before I know it, a year is gone,
      And I never see my old friend’s face,
      For life is a swift and terrible race,
      He knows I like him just as well,
      As in the days when I rang his bell,
      And he rang mine.
      You see, we were younger then,
      And now we are busy, tired men.
      Tired of playing a foolish game,
      Tired of trying to make a name.
      \"Tomorrow\", I say, \"I will call on him.\"
      But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
      And distance between us grows and grows.
      Around the corner, yet miles away.
      I get a phone call–\"He’s giving up on friends\",
      And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
      Around the corner, a vanished friend.

    • #13774

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Around the corner I have a friend,
      In this great city that has no end,
      Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
      And before I know it, a year is gone,
      And I never see my old friend’s face,
      For life is a swift and terrible race,
      He knows I like him just as well,
      As in the days when I rang his bell,
      And he rang mine.
      You see, we were younger then,
      And now we are busy, tired men.
      Tired of playing a foolish game,
      Tired of trying to make a name.
      "Tomorrow", I say, "I will call on him."
      But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
      And distance between us grows and grows.
      Around the corner, yet miles away.
      I get a phone call–"He’s giving up on friends",
      And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
      Around the corner, a vanished friend.
      [/quote:2u18g2o3]

      Thought RTC didn’t do poetry. :?:

      Anyway, very well done.

    • #13775

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      awesome RTC..I like your poem

      Manilla your’s too, as always ;)

    • #13776

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Through this blood-red desert
      I walk alone
      Sand grains sift
      Through thy toes
      On this journey
      I’ve never been
      On this journey
      It never ends
      My toes and feet
      Begin to heat
      Reaction to
      The sunlight’s beat
      Forward for now
      And backward never
      I see a mirage
      Revealed, a mirror
      Reflections I’ve already seen
      Reflections I can’t see between
      Reflections that burn thy soul
      Reflections that cannot be real
      Eolian flocks upon my chest
      Eolian sand I begin to digest
      Despite all the questions
      I keep going
      To spite all corrections
      One step more
      The grainy silence
      Grinds my voice
      And into the lake
      I follow without choice
      But the lake is dry
      Liquid quartz
      Here I lay
      A baked corpse

    • #13777

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that’s quite the desert journey…

    • #13778

      Marcella
      Spectator

      That was great, I could see myself there. Which wasn’t so great.

    • #13779

      You say eolian, I say aeolian…

    • #13780

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      it works though :wink: Samuel Taylor Coleridge spelled it eolian in his poem The Eolian Harp, so he wouldn’t be the only poet with a different spelling choice there. :wink:

    • #13781

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      I learned Eolian in Geology something or other.

    • #13782

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Not mine, but these lyrics remind me of something I’d write:

      Nirvana – Sappy

      And if you save yourself
      You will make him happy
      He’ll keep you in a jar
      And you’ll think you’re happy
      He’ll give you breathing holes
      Then you’ll think you’re happy
      He’ll cover you with grass
      And you’ll think you’re happy
      Now

      You’re in a laundry room,
      You’re in a laundry room
      Conclusion came to you, oh

      And if you cut yourself
      You will think you’re happy
      He’ll keep you in a jar
      Then you’ll make him happy
      He’ll give you breathing holes
      Then you’ll think you’re happy
      He’ll cover you with grass
      Then you’ll think you’re happy
      Now

      You’re in a laundry room,
      You’re in a laundry room
      Conclusion came, oh (x2)

      And if you fool yourself
      You will make him happy
      He’ll keep you in a jar
      And you’ll think you’re happy
      He’ll give you breathing holes
      Then you will seem happy
      You’ll wallow in your shit
      Then you’ll think you’re happy
      Now

      You’re in a laundry room (x3)
      Conclusion came to you, oh

    • #13783

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      she looks at me
      hair ablaze
      hooks in me
      hand waves
      a crooked wink
      times like these
      i can’t think
      she’s all of me
      impulse driven overdrive
      tiny little butterfly
      i look again
      she’s off the bend
      out of my world
      she’s my little xanax girl

    • #13784

      Marcella
      Spectator

      ^ Hey that could make up for a really cool song.

    • #13785

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ^ Hey that could make up for a really cool song.[/quote:3szszkzx]

      i thought same thing. alternate lyrics, "she’s my little tetris girl" ;)

    • #13786

      Marcella
      Spectator

      I like those 8).

    • #13787

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      awesome, definitely could be a song.
      Give it to Billy ;)
      except it’s not his :(

    • #13788

      ^ Hey that could make up for a really cool song.[/quote:2tonqo1d]

      i thought same thing. alternate lyrics, "she’s my little tetris girl" ;)[/quote:2tonqo1d]

      :lol: love it! hehe

    • #13789

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my god do you think
      my god think for me
      my god one above all
      my god royalty
      my god does it work
      my god eternal worship
      my god die for me
      my god i die for you
      tell me it’s true
      tell me it’s you
      tell me god is alive
      tell me god is there
      my god
      you

    • #13790

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      dirty window panes
      thirty little pains
      image unclear
      listen here
      take out the bleach
      say oww to clean
      thirty panes see through
      thirty ways to be who
      you always wanted to be
      you always wanted me
      let us not speak
      not one streak

    • #13791

      Marcella
      Spectator

      I’m a fangirl for your poems.

    • #13792

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      I’m a fangirl for your poems.[/quote:90mpuoe8]

      :) ty

    • #13793

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      they are damn good. they could be songs.

    • #13794

      Marcella
      Spectator

      ^ I know right? I’m so starting a band and stealing them and becoming famous and one day Manilla will see me opening for the Pumpkins and he’ll either laugh or be incredibly mad.

      And then I’ll wake up 8).

    • #13795

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      and then you’ll wake up :lol:

    • #13796

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Soundplay

      Fluently always these words dance
      Like phantom fingers snip and snap

      Smashed and re-built as I write
      They slide like razors slish and slash

      Intriguing, useless, inane, or smart
      A reckless flatter; a rat-a-tat

      These urges, these voices, my soul trespass
      And crash into you, as tears once splashed

      …I was bored, ‘kay =/?

    • #13797

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      well, i liked it, esp. the last two lines.

    • #13798

      Marcella
      Spectator

      :P Thank you!

    • #13799

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      yeah that was really good Marcella! I read it a few times and the more I read it the more I like it.

    • #13800

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      it is a good poem Marcella :) i like it.

    • #13801

      Marcella
      Spectator

      I’m so so flattered. =) Thank you thank you.

    • #13802

      amnesia
      Spectator

      You lie silent there before me
      your tears they mean nothing to me
      the wind howling at the window
      the love you never gave
      I give to you
      Really dont deserve it
      but now there’s nothing you can do
      so sleep in your only memory of me
      my dearest mother
      Heres a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
      it was always you that I despised
      I dont feel enough for you to cry oh well
      heres a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
      goodbye
      So insignificant
      sleeping dormant deep inside of me
      are you hiding away lost
      under the sewers
      maybe flying high in the clouds
      perhaps you’re happy without me
      so many seeds have been sown in the field
      and who could sprout up so blessedly
      if I had died
      I would have never felt sad at all
      you will not hear me say ‘m sorry
      where is the light
      wonder if its weeping somewhere
      goodbye

    • #13803

      Marcella
      Spectator

      :( Sad but well written.

    • #13804

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      that is awesome mayo, really

    • #13805

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      holy crap, awesome indeed! but very, very sad :(

    • #13806

      amnesia
      Spectator

      Yes very sad, I really like it alot.I did not write myself.Its called Room of Angels.Just wanted to share it with you guys.

      [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3m2QawnrI0&feature=related[/youtube]

    • #13807

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      lol, faking us out… :P :wink: :wink:

    • #13808

      amnesia
      Spectator

      lol, faking us out… :P :wink: :wink:[/quote:b8e6mili]

      Not really,I dont write very well myself, though i wrote a novel once a long time ago when i went through a depression and it came out really well, and thats it.

    • #13809

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      what was your book about? how long is it? :wink:

    • #13810

      amnesia
      Spectator

      what was your book about? how long is it? :wink:[/quote:3dwt1ncn]

      I never gave it a titel, so i guess its called Untitled.I once thought about calling it the Madman Diary.
      Its about a guy who writes his diary, well its written like a diary.Anyway its about this guy totally fucked up and he really dont know it, until the end.Some murders starts to appear in the city he lives in, and he dont know who the killer is, so bla bla bla.It turns out his working with devil himself, doing hits for him coz devil cant do it by himself cos that will fuck up the whole god/devil system,so jack dreams every night about the murders he has to do, and when he wakes up, he cant remember a thing, until one day he kills his beloved girlfreind, thats were things get werid, god approach to him dressed like santa clause, i know its sounds fucked (blame jack), well god approach jack in his dream as santa clause telling him devils plan. he does it because so devil cant see him in jacks dreams ( jacks head is fucked).So basically the devil want to corrupt a bunch of human to comite those murders, the murders on god´s unknown disciples, they guard the gates, and he needs to have them removed so devil can take control bla bla bla…….So Jack is wrting all this down in his diary, a prove he is losing his mind.I know this is fucked, but its way better then the explaning i did.

    • #13811

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      it sounds pretty interesting mayo

    • #13812

      Marcella
      Spectator

      It sounds like something I’d definitely read! If it were translated to English or Spanish, of course =).

    • #13813

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      it sounds interesting indeed mayo!

    • #13814

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      how do we obtain this book? sounds like a really good read. and i like the santa claus part.

    • #13815

      amnesia
      Spectator

      how do we obtain this book? sounds like a really good read. and i like the santa claus part.[/quote:2adyi90q]

      Its not a book, it will never be a book.I wrote it all down 5 years ago in a depression i had, guess the depression inspired me to wrote down 26 pices of A4 paper and i dont really like the ending, its a continuations from where i left it, there is really no end to it atm, i call it a workprint if you can call it that.I really wanted to continue, but never had the motivation and the insperation to continue.

    • #13816

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      you should finish it and let us read it :P

    • #13817

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      You had me fooled there for a second..
      But the book sounds interesting. Maybe when you are in a depressed mood you should start writing in it…Not that we want you depressed ;)

    • #13818

      some pumpkins
      Spectator

      how do we obtain this book? sounds like a really good read. and i like the santa claus part.[/quote:18th4fwd]

      Its not a book, it will never be a book.I wrote it all down 5 years ago in a depression i had, guess the depression inspired me to wrote down 26 pices of A4 paper and i dont really like the ending, its a continuations from where i left it, there is really no end to it atm, i call it a workprint if you can call it that.I really wanted to continue, but never had the motivation and the insperation to continue.[/quote:18th4fwd]

      its sounds like a cool story mayo

    • #13819

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      expiration date
      dinner for two
      a day late

      you are so beautiful
      hide your eyes
      behind kind lies

      butterflies are buzzing
      it’s spring outside
      why does it rain
      when you come inside

      mentally unstable
      sleepless nights
      the life of a fable
      aesop’s trilobytes

    • #13820

      Marcella
      Spectator

      butterflies are buzzing
      it’s spring outside
      why does it rain
      when you come inside [/quote:1081jrpo]

      :cry: I can relate so much to that line. I loved the whole thing.

    • #13821

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      there she lies
      cold and dark
      blue veins
      blue arteries
      blue pain
      blue

      dead in this world
      unborn in another
      a chilling touch
      faded lips
      memories crushed
      faded lashes

      still a beauty
      still unknowing
      to the grave
      never knowing
      her full potential
      her full surrender

      laying horizontal
      to float away
      up to the heavens
      bye to yesterday
      but she touched so much

      here in this life
      here in her time
      here in my arms
      here in her space

      i kiss the wounded lips
      one last time
      just once more
      to say goodbye

      with a lonely pause
      i gather my thoughts
      and turn my back
      on a beauty lost

    • #13822

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      thats a great poem- dark and sad- but really great

    • #13823

      amnesia
      Spectator

      I really like it, yet its sad.Well written Manilla.

    • #13824

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      silent
      never
      you
      always
      me
      closed
      forgive
      i cannot
      forget
      i am
      trust
      this
      will
      tested
      asleep
      crying
      pain
      in everything
      youarethesource

    • #13825

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Great arrangement on that last one.

    • #13826

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      yeah, that is a good one. you should make a book.

    • #13827

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      yeah! Manilla you should really look into that ;)
      you know you already have some fans ;)

    • #13828

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it’s a good idea. but i like just putting it out there, for anyone to see. once an official book gets involved, it seems tainted. i like how simple it is here. just words for all to see. the vibe is awesome.

    • #13829

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I get what you are saying. Maybe your own special book then

    • #13830

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      one met the other
      became two
      one atop the other

      now again
      they meet in passing
      two ships in the night

      but this time
      not as lovers
      as water lovers

      two vessels drawn together
      on a perfect canvas of papyrus

      together connected forever
      her spirit makes it all better

      the waves crash against the shore
      and always will
      but we’ve anchored the storm
      adjoining our will(s)

      so bring me again your beautiful face
      and bring unto me that beautiful new place
      an island never visited before
      with untold campfire stories told ashore

    • #13831

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all is well
      and all is shit

      all of us are sick

      such beauty lies in you
      such beauty can betray you

      this is the lesson learned again
      again again again and again

      bring it here
      lay it back

      zen is again
      zen is then
      zen is now

      zen is again

    • #13832

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I seriously like both of those Manilla.
      fabulous work :)

    • #13833

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      those are most excellent :) i think some of your poems would make songs. they remind of something Billy would sing.

    • #13834

      Marcella
      Spectator

      My zen has been coming and going these days.

    • #13835

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      climbing and reaching
      holding on with all that remains
      clinging and fighting gravity
      with all that remains

      screams horrify downward
      violently pulsing in and out
      a friend unknown
      now lost and unborn

      back to the beginning?
      oh no, we’ve come so far
      we reach out and touch
      releasing our ladders for love

      we reach out and touch
      releasing our ladders for love
      back to the beginning?
      oh no, we’ve come so far

      come so far, we have
      but maybe this is my paramount
      my moment of completeness
      my moment of release
      my moment of screaming the doppler effect
      with all that remains

    • #13836

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Okay so that last one MUST be accompanied by music. It just must. It’s too cool.

    • #13837

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Okay so that last one MUST be accompanied by music. It just must. It’s too cool.[/quote:229prfn9]

      No, just the quite silence that is my existence.

    • #13838

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      Okay so that last one MUST be accompanied by music. It just must. It’s too cool.[/quote:2qqhuaqx]

      No, just the quite silence that is my existence.[/quote:2qqhuaqx]

      that’s is an awesome poem. it would definitely make a great song! :P

      but good answer manilla :wink: also poetic

    • #13839

      Marcella
      Spectator

      ^ I know, right? I’m writing everything he says down

    • #13840

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      :lol:

      and i like this

    • #13841

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Yeah I just wish it didn’t have that white square around it u___u.

    • #13842

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      me too. maybe it can be recolored.

    • #13843

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      me too. maybe it can be recolored.[/quote:xrgubgdm]
      I bet it can ;)

    • #13844

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      back to the beginning?
      oh no, we’ve come so far
      we reach out and touch
      releasing our ladders for love

      we reach out and touch
      releasing our ladders for love
      back to the beginning?
      oh no, we’ve come so far

      [/quote:2yw94tso]
      The mirror effect? I really like this part!

    • #13845

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i didn’t know it had a name, it just came out. i really like it too!

      this one is pretty personal, about giving up completely and just letting go…. not a sob story, just a general vibe i’ve been in lately.

    • #13846

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      i didn’t know it had a name, it just came out. i really like it too!

      this one is pretty personal, about giving up completely and just letting go…. not a sob story, just a general vibe i’ve been in lately.[/quote:2jxri30p]

      Well it really makes me think about life and purpose ;)
      awesome work!
      are you turning into Billy :lol:

    • #13847

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i didn’t know it had a name, it just came out. i really like it too!

      this one is pretty personal, about giving up completely and just letting go…. not a sob story, just a general vibe i’ve been in lately.[/quote:1nukxyon]

      Well it really makes me think about life and purpose ;)
      awesome work!
      are you turning into Billy :lol:[/quote:1nukxyon]

      lol, no i have awhile to go before that!

      i was listening to his lyrics the other day on Adore, and it blows my mind where he comes up with such good lyrics. they are pretty cryptic though, i have a hard time knowing what he’s really saying in a LOT of songs.

    • #13848

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i was listening to his lyrics the other day on Adore, and it blows my mind where he comes up with such good lyrics. they are pretty cryptic though, i have a hard time knowing what he’s really saying in a LOT of songs.[/quote:3voo9m0s]

      i think of his music as poetry though and a lot of poetry can be cryptic and can have many meanings. to me that is a mark of how deep his songs are and how amazingly talented he is when it comes to song writing. his music has so many layers, so many levels of meaning which take his music from some dumb pop/ rock song to something more transcendent. plus the instrumentals that accompany it are mind blowing too. i love the pumpkins! 8)

    • #13849

      Marcella
      Spectator

      That is exactly the reason why Pumpkins are a first for me. Not only is the music great, the lyrics are just…I can’t say \"amazing\" because they’re more than that. They’re just everything I look for in the band, exactly my cup of tea.

      And I’m going a bit off topic here. Here off topic a bit I’m going. There 8) I can do it too.

    • #13850

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      hehe :P

      and i think going off topic at SPfreaks is more of the norm since we are all champion thread derailers :lol: :wink:

    • #13851

      Marcella
      Spectator

      That’s why I love this place. Lol, this thread has become the place to express our love for things.

      GROUP HUGGGGGGGGG!!!

    • #13852

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      yes! group hug!

    • #13853

      Pipoka
      Spectator

      i was listening to his lyrics the other day on Adore, and it blows my mind where he comes up with such good lyrics. they are pretty cryptic though, i have a hard time knowing what he’s really saying in a LOT of songs.[/quote:26zcefsk]

      i think of his music as poetry though and a lot of poetry can be cryptic and can have many meanings. to me that is a mark of how deep his songs are and how amazingly talented he is when it comes to song writing. his music has so many layers, so many levels of meaning which take his music from some dumb pop/ rock song to something more transcendent. plus the instrumentals that accompany it are mind blowing too. i love the pumpkins! 8)[/quote:26zcefsk]

      well said blue ! 8)

    • #13854

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Deep within, you awaken
      darkness surrounds you
      sheer curtain
      soft blows
      through the window
      the breeze whispers
      blue sky, light, warmth
      fulfilling
      try to reach
      stunned by the beauty
      time to wake
      it’s another day
      questions, answers, confusion
      you lay your heart
      the day is gone
      deep within, you awaken

    • #13855

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      very very nice reggae. 8)

    • #13856

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      that is a good one reggae 8)

    • #13857

      Marcella
      Spectator

      *plays bongos* 8)

    • #13858

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Oops.

    • #13859

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thanks…it was about a dream I had a very long time ago.

    • #13860

      amnesia
      Spectator

      Very nice Reggae! Good one indeed. 8)

    • #13861

      i like that too reggae :)

    • #13862

      Lucid Rain

      Nimbus tears
      drawn by gravity
      to cleanse and quench

      A million drops
      singly beautiful
      chaotic symmetry

      Impossibly seeing,
      feeling, hearing
      each liquid blossom

      Awake to the symphony
      asleep to reality
      conscious dreaming

    • #13863

      there is a cool poetry website called fanstory.com that i joined a while back. some of you may be interested in joining. they have contests and some even have cash prizes. it is fun.

      my profile on there, if anyone wants to take a look:
      http://www.fanstory.com/selectprofilepo … rid=276690

    • #13864

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Where am I going
      to walk the unknown
      Alone
      darkness evades
      the eyes follow, minds stagnant
      Can’t you hear
      no one’s listening
      Can’t you feel?
      no one is alive
      Can’t you love?
      no one knows how
      catch hold
      to nothing,
      the emptiness, the void,
      the nothing
      it’s everything, anything within

    • #13865

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when did reggae become a laurete?

    • #13866

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I’ve got a case of creative syndrome :roll: , also been painting today too..
      must be the all that Pumpkins music inspiring me ;)

    • #13867

      amnesia
      Spectator

      I like that one alot.Well done reggae :)

    • #13868

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Bored tonight, I write in vain
      Torn this night, I write in pain
      Born last night, my soul expired
      With end in sight, my sould is tired

    • #13869

      nice one manilla :)

    • #13870

      All I want to do
      Is touch you
      To feel your skin against mine.
      Its warmth pulls me in.

      Touch you
      To have your arms around me,
      Safety all around.

      Touch you
      To feel your whiskers against my cheek,
      The distance between us no more.

      Touch you
      Fingers intertwining,
      Joining in the strength we’ve found.

      Touch you
      Teeth accidentally clicking
      As we kiss the time away

      Touch you
      Hands through hair
      Goosebumps down my body

      Touch you
      Your breath is my breath,
      Living in sync.

      Touch you
      Hearts beating in rhythm,
      As they are meant to.

      Touch you
      To see you
      By merely opening my eyes

      Touch you
      Spooning in a king size bed,
      Lonliness becomes unknown.

      Touch you
      Your life joining with mine
      Happiness a reality

      Touch you
      Lips to lips
      I am finally home.

      All I want to do, is touch you
      All I want, is to touch you
      All I want is to touch….you.

    • #13871

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      nice one return!

    • #13872

      Manilla- thanks! Not as good as I was hoping, but I can’t seem to ‘fix’ it.

    • #13873

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      WOW RTC, I felt like the words were touching me..It was rather good.
      Damn good!

      Manilla your boredom poem was simple and to the point ;)

    • #13874

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      wow, great poems guys. :) and yeah, great little one manilla.

    • #13875

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Go ahead and feel free to add to this poem I started before going to sleep

      Gently kiss
      the eyelids
      closed
      in peace

    • #13876

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Go ahead and feel free to add to this poem I started before going to sleep

      Gently kiss
      the eyelids
      closed
      in peace[/quote:3kymjbko]

      Lay me down in neverland
      A world in my dreams

    • #13877

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      Go ahead and feel free to add to this poem I started before going to sleep

      Gently kiss
      the eyelids
      closed
      in peace[/quote:2ootr054]

      Lay me down in neverland
      A world in my dreams[/quote:2ootr054]

      OMG! its Michael Jackson

    • #13878

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Never again to fall so hard
      No one there to fill my arms
      You broke me so completely
      I tried picking up my pieces
      And put them in my pocket
      And began the road walking
      Over time a pace hastened
      Hoping to find love waiting
      To feel, to touch
      To listen, to trust
      And it’s not easy to say to you
      Just how much you put me through
      Your touch means so much to me
      If again baby, please
      Be gentle with me

    • #13879

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Go ahead and feel free to add to this poem I started before going to sleep

      Gently kiss
      the eyelids
      closed
      in peace[/quote:zp4q1xei]

      Lay me down in neverland
      A world in my dreams[/quote:zp4q1xei]

      OMG! its Michael Jackson [/quote:zp4q1xei]

      Best GIF EVAR.

    • #13880

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      years pile on and boredom blooms
      american idols sing me the blues
      walls closing in as sunlight escapes
      curtains are drawn tight
      nothing in, nothing out
      not even nothing
      not even nothing

    • #13881

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      love
      no sales pitch
      no commercialism
      one that is deep
      heart penetrating
      exposing light
      within
      mind, body, and soul
      total purity
      between two
      to become one
      real love
      with no return

    • #13882

      Im a Cult Hero
      Spectator

      Just starting to try and get into poetry :

      1. Nostalgia
      A former me visited today
      Face a vision of disgust
      voice coloured by contempt
      He was full of things to say
      with judgements I knew to trust
      And demanding that I repent.

      This ghost of a former life
      his expression changed to one of shame
      Sadness filling eyes, once fiery and heated
      He stole the air from the room when he sighed.

      He cut through my veneer like a knife
      he knew the secrets, and who to blame
      the man before him, jaded and defeated
      It was then I realised, I was glad he had died.

      2.Finite
      Not until I fell in love,
      Did I know how short forever was.

    • #13883

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Alternate Version:

      Never again to fall so hard
      No one there to fill my arms
      You broke me so completely
      I tried picking up my pieces
      And put them in my pocket
      And began the road walking
      Over time a pace hastened
      Hoping to find love waiting
      To feel, to touch
      To listen, to trust
      And it’s not easy to say to you
      Just how much you put me through
      Your touch means so much to me
      If again baby, please
      Be gentle with deez nutz

    • #13884

      lol

    • #13885

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my heart shrinks
      at the thought of us
      at the thought of you and i
      together forever
      in a strange land
      a new and foreign place
      so brand new
      yet so distant

      yes, i’m scared
      yes, i can’t breathe
      yes, i have doubt

      but i can look at you
      your soul
      you
      you in a white dress
      on a cliff with me beside you
      scared to take the plunge
      but with your hand in mine
      falling from grace
      falling from a cliff face
      falling

      is all i ever wanted

      pull me from the waves to shore
      and rescue me
      give me heart to heart
      please me
      breathe into me your soul forever

    • #13886

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      this is a great poem!

    • #13887

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      this is a great poem![/quote:2w2wun9e]

      thanks!

    • #13888

      eh….tis ok. :wink: vnb. vn.

    • #13889

      manilla i really like that poem!

    • #13890

      amnesia
      Spectator

      You guys are damn good!

    • #13891

      Marcella
      Spectator

      Soooo romantic Manilla.

    • #13892

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you are my friend
      you have always stood behind me
      and played beside me

      you are my friend
      i love you like a brother
      born of the same mother

      we are two as one
      inseparable in spirit
      your complex, i wanna hear it

      i’ll still be here
      taking all the bullets
      breaking all the rules

      standing strong
      for the return of you

    • #13893

      Marcella
      Spectator

      :cry:

    • #13894

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      it reminds me of the pumpkins! :(

    • #13895

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      good poem Manilla :cry: (pumpkin tears)

    • #13896

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      What moonsongs
      Do you sing your babies?
      What sunshine do you bring?

      Who belongs
      Who decides who’s crazy
      Who rights wrongs where others cling?

      I’ll sing for you
      If you want me to
      I’ll give to you
      And it’s a chance I’ll have to take
      And it’s a chance I’ll have to break

      I go along
      Just because I’m lazy
      I go along to be with you

      And those moonsongs
      That you sing your babies
      Will be the songs to see you through

      I’ll hear your song
      If you want me to
      I’ll sing along
      And it’s a chance I’ll have to take
      And it’s a chance I’ll have to break

      I’m in love with you
      I’m in love with you
      I’m in love with you

      I’m in love with you
      So in love
      I’m in love with you
      With you
      I’m in love with you

      I’m in love with you
      So in love
      I’m in love with you
      I’m
      I’m so in love
      I’m in love with you

    • #13897

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      she is the light i have never known
      she is the sun in my cloudy room
      she is the one, the one for me
      she is my love, for eternity

      she is so beautiful
      she never knows
      she is so lovely
      she is a summer rose

      she is so wonderful
      she is so tonight
      she fills my world
      with beams of light

      she comes to me
      on a plane from nowhere
      i speak to her
      in tongues of wear

      but she hears so clear
      and listens so pure
      she is for me
      what makes me persevere

      i love you babe
      with all my heart
      i want you babe
      right from the start
      stay with me
      say you will
      carry me
      to the top of the hill
      where we plunge into
      our greatest descent
      together, holding hands
      forever, innocently
      IN LOVE

    • #13898

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      those are great poems manilla- most excellent. 8) they both sound like they could be songs, especially the first one. :P i love that song!

    • #13899

      Marcella
      Spectator

      The first one is oddly familiar : ))).

      The second one is so sweet. How pure your love sounds.

    • #13900

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      so truth be told…
      Manilla wrote that song :lol: So, Manilla has been writing for SP and Billy has faked it for years? :lol: :lol:

      cool poem and great song choice!

    • #13901

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tick tick tick
      tock tock tock
      time is running out

      llamas in ferris wheels
      pumas in my vein
      here we are again
      totally insane

      in time with the beat
      gears grinding out of sync
      how can this be?

      whatever, shall be
      whenever, shall be
      today is never
      tomorrow is forever

      once upon a time
      i cared to decline
      in this world of never
      spoken through time

      but now we are enough
      together somehow for now
      with you in peace i am
      with you in peace i can

    • #13902

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

      WTF does that mean?

    • #13903

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      did you write it? beer + poem :P

    • #13904

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      sorry :P i’m bratty ^^

    • #13905

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      sorry :P i’m bratty ^^[/quote:3un546ly]
      why because you posted a llama :lol:

    • #13906

      llama llama llama llama llama llama duck

      :lol:

      i forgot where that is from

    • #13907

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      sorry :P i’m bratty ^^[/quote:y8cgwaoo]
      why because you posted a llama :lol:[/quote:y8cgwaoo]

      yes, plus i put beer + poem, but i’m sure he doesn’t mind :P :P

    • #13908

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the truth hurts.

      i went and reread that and i like it, although i have no idea what i was trying to convey.

    • #13909

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i wasn’t sure if you wrote it, but i got to post a llama so i’m good. :P

    • #13910

      Marcella
      Spectator

      llama llama llama llama llama llama duck

      :lol:

      i forgot where that is from[/quote:3oafy5bo]

      I saw that on an icon, I think it’s a song, ahaha :lol:.

    • #13911

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i do feel sorry for you
      i do feel pain for you
      i did say i do
      i did care for you
      i can’t keep going like this
      i can’t keep loving like this

      our love is poor and gone
      your sadness makes me weak
      your gifts to me make me cry
      sometimes i wish i’d just die

      i wish i could give you a million stars
      and a house on the hills
      where you could age gracefully
      without me and my pills

      somewhere deep down you deserved better
      this i know
      and i’m sorry for all the fuck i’ve caused
      today is now and tomorrow
      holds so many yesterdays

      so this love for you remains
      to get us through
      to push us through
      until we can let go forever

    • #13912

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      ^^^very beautiful Manilla

    • #13913

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      don’t stare too long
      you just might see
      a broken reflection
      staring back at me

      with the shattered and stained
      never again let this be my blame
      running and running out again
      always time for one more sin

      bloody hands crippled with guilt
      shaking and stirring
      putting down the saving grace
      clipping out the sacred face

      the end is drawing near
      to a fable of sleep and wear
      the end again it seems
      so far away it steams

      boiling hot
      let it bleed
      down to the floor
      let it bleed
      down once more

      remove the spirit from the soul
      a trick or treat
      it’s so cold

      now now, let’s not hurry
      now now, red and blurry

      drip drip drip

    • #13914

      trust is…

      pure
      unappreciated
      truly a gift

      fragile as eggshells
      cracked-
      as easily repaired

      clear as glass
      shattered-
      never to be repaired

    • #13915

      pennies and dimes
      and crimes
      of passion of greed
      who planted the seed
      is the whole world on dope
      loosing all trace of hope
      no one will win
      in this contest of sin
      too many tries
      of telling more lies
      the world coming undone
      for some sick foolish fun
      evil takes a convincing disguise
      will humanity be its own demise

    • #13916

      Roses are red,
      Irisis are not,
      You know who you are,
      And I think you’re hot.

    • #13917

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice one RTC :lol: is it a secret message for Billy?

    • #13918

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      billy is hot.

    • #13919

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      true ^^

    • #13920

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      billy is hot.[/quote:2t27rmn8]
      :shock: did I just read that properly coming from you?

      interesting poems people…

    • #13921

      nice one RTC :lol: is it a secret message for Billy? [/quote:gzcfz7vc]

      Nope. Not for Billy, sorry.

    • #13922

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Roses are red,
      Irisis are not,
      You know who you are,
      And I think you’re hot.[/quote:waj6selw]
      I’ve seen a red Iris before :shock:

      nice one RTC :lol: is it a secret message for Billy? [/quote:waj6selw]

      Nope. Not for Billy, sorry.[/quote:waj6selw]

      :roll:

    • #13923

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      3E’s

      Once there was nothing
      what appears to be
      is nothing?
      feels like something
      scared, love
      what is it?
      completing circle after circle
      never ending
      never beginning
      a game?
      who plays?
      when do we know?
      endless eternal ending

    • #13924

      i like that reggae :)

    • #13925

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      i like that reggae :)[/quote:1drdqwhw]
      thanks :)

      contaminated words
      reached my ears
      confused confusion
      lost soul, many years
      what’s left? where’s right?
      to not see
      a love
      no longer yours
      or was it lust?
      the one who asked
      for my love
      has no end
      a continuation
      of loves past
      it’s yours
      no conditions
      take it
      I’m yours
      my love is only for you
      the story continues
      until you say stop
      this time

    • #13926

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      language came in forty tones
      melted popsicles cover grounds
      gray and yellow
      pain and sorrow

      loud and blistering
      we scream our souls aloud
      into the neverbeyond
      to vibrate in sonic eternity

      we speak in muted tongues
      telling stories already told
      failures piling and piling
      the end seems so near

      we touch with no sense
      no patience to feel
      no hands to hold
      no lips to grace our smiles

      we see the outer rings
      and pass the mark there
      never carving, never knowing
      into and beyond the shell

      and forever tired
      and forever sad
      but above the clouds
      it’s always a sunny day

      one more chance
      just one more try
      to get it right
      to meet the inside

      take a journey today
      bathe in the sun
      let it bleach
      your dirty face

    • #13927

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      this one is good^^^
      my favorite parts
      ~we speak in muted tongues
      telling stories already told
      failures piling and piling
      the end seems so near

      ~and forever tired
      and forever sad
      but above the clouds
      it’s always a sunny day

      popsicles are yummy :)

    • #13928

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thanks reggae.

      i haven’t posted drunk in so long (for about 6 mos.), so all my recent stuff is sober. it’s harder to write sober, so i’m glad it’s connecting with someone.

      i’d like another drunken beauty to pour out of me though, because i think those are my best. some of jimmy’s best drumming was done sober though, so who knows.

      off topic: i think zeitgeist is jimmy’s SP masterpiece.

    • #13929

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      wait…I thought you didn’t drink anymore?
      what the hell?

      drunk or not you write really well :)

    • #13930

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      no that’s what i’m saying. i haven’t really drank in a long time. when i first started posting in this thread, i was wasted everytime.

    • #13931

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I’m going to have to compare now :P I’ll be in here for awhile ;)
      but why in the fuck would you start drinking again? :(

    • #13932

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i can’t anyway reggae. i’m on medication that alcohol doesn’t mix with so no alcohol for me.

    • #13933

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      well that’s good to hear. except the meds part, but most of the world is on meds anyway so you fit right in :lol: where does that leave me then? :P
      so going through all of these poems you have definitely improved over time :)

    • #13934

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      well that’s good to hear. except the meds part, but most of the world is on meds anyway so you fit right in :lol: where does that leave me then? :P
      so going through all of these poems you have definitely improved over time :)[/quote:245cn72q]

      awesome. good to know! :) :D

    • #13935

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      i haven’t posted drunk in so long (for about 6 mos.), so all my recent stuff is sober. it’s harder to write sober, so i’m glad it’s connecting with someone.[/quote:35vfai59]

      goods job manilla. i’m glad to hear you’re sober. 8) its better for your health. and on the poetry front maybe you should think of it this way. maybe you were writing good poems in spite of the booze. you still write great stuff not drunk after all. :wink:

    • #13936

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      once i gave to you a word, always
      today a broken promise made its way
      between the space that is our love
      to become the new phrase of us
      a lie to you, i must have given
      and for that, maybe now we are even
      times are harder now than ever before
      we will get through the next door
      together or separate no one knows
      my throat gets knotted just thinking
      letting you go leaves me sinking
      when i thought there was no more room
      down i go for the third time

    • #13937

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I like that one too ^^
      where are these coming from?
      pretty good stuff

    • #13938

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thanks reggae. i don’t know where in my stupid head they come from, though i do know the inspiration. :?

    • #13939

      i wrote this one the other day when i was feeling depressed at work.

      the days are so long
      chugging forward like an old steam engine
      in slow motion
      cowboys and indians running along side
      playing shoot em up games
      and i am caught in the middle
      stuck on this train
      going in circles under a christmas tree
      the presents are bigger than me
      how could one so small open a gift
      the size of a house
      wrapping paper as thick as corrugated cardboard
      but not as plain
      the most beautiful colors adorn these gifts
      colors that have yet to be named
      is it up to me to name them
      or merely file away what others have done

    • #13940

      manila, good to hear you’re sober. i like your poem, as always. it is so full of emotion.

    • #13941

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thanks rose!

      yours is very cool too. i like it!

    • #13942

      Danni
      Spectator

      ….I can always try this thing.

      On my knees I stand. Waiting for the end.
      The echoes that will be, clinging on for eternity.
      In my tree, a place for you and me. I found out what it’s all about.
      And up here in my tree, there’s a place for you and me.
      We could watch the world go ’round. Up and down, and ’round and ’round.
      And up here in my tree, there’s no place for you nor me.
      The echoes set us free, we’ll shiver in trinity.

      It’s from my In My Tree-thing.

    • #13943

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      fun isn’t it honeymade? i like your little tree.

    • #13944

      thanks manilla!

      i like yours too honeymade :)

    • #13945

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      what kind of tree honeymaide..
      is it dead? :lol:

    • #13946

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      in this world
      your hearts beat
      in my world
      our hearts dance
      join me

      can’t imagine
      time away from you
      to know you
      hold you
      to love
      you have to feel
      it’s the fate or our existence
      between us
      to be one divine
      for the world

    • #13947

      Danni
      Spectator

      Thank you, that tree is now a half-dead tree. Almost totally dried out. 8)

    • #13948

      Danni
      Spectator

      You are all very talented with the poets, folks. :wink:

    • #13949

      thank you :)

    • #13950

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thank you :)[/quote:2cqqn9zb]
      what she said ^^^^ :P

    • #13951

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you pay to play
      i have no more money
      but want to steal away
      games from you and they

      so let this be fun
      i’ll run and hide
      you pretend to find me
      leave me behind

      again, back to when children played
      it was so easy then
      no one got hurt, no one died
      fiddle fiddle let loose the cannon

      let this be the last
      the last time i write to you
      the last time you read my lines
      the last time you give a fuck

      the first time you die inside
      the first time in a long time
      the first time it’s gone
      the first time the end closes in on you

      and you bleed
      and you bleed
      and you bleed
      and you bleed

    • #13952

      i feel the hurt in your words

    • #13953

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice one again and i agree with rose. and i think you should write song lyrics still.

    • #13954

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      oh wow. I like that. Kinda heart breaking though isn’t it?
      still you are always creating a good poem :)

    • #13955

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      puzzles pieces everywhere
      lost without you
      one fits
      my heart cries for you
      more waiting pains me
      your love your smile
      it’s not enough
      i need you
      to feel you
      to hold you
      If only I could
      I want you
      If I only…
      your love beats my heart
      distance between us
      it’s torture
      if only
      to be near you
      if only
      to please you
      I need your embrace
      even before yesterday, now, tomorrow,
      always
      I love you
      know this

    • #13956

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      this one gives me a good idea for a poem about a jigsaw puzzle, but i’m too lazy right now to come up with anything.

      nice poem btw. i love this thread. :P

    • #13957

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      this thread is alright ;)

      lazy-get writing.. i want to read it :twisted:

    • #13958

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      two puzzles, too many
      pieces scattered about
      placed upon the table
      there was never any doubt

      somehow pieced together
      making a beautiful portrait
      a picture so real
      as if complete and perfect

      but over time, the picture changed
      pieces hit the floor
      pieces left, pieces faded
      peace is no more

      the puzzle must be taken apart
      and started again from scratch
      you build yours and i’ll build mine
      on the same table we’ll dance

      now it’s done and we can see
      pictures of two different harmonies

      only now there are more pieces
      ones that will never fit
      ones that we created
      in our adjoining midst

      and so it goes
      up and down
      the jigsaw seesaw
      love’s playground

    • #13959

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      8) should I be on my knees bowing? :lol:
      that’s amazing

    • #13960

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      8) should I be on my knees bowing? :lol:
      that’s amazing[/quote:3a4tilbf]

      you should always be on your knees in my presence. :twisted:

      [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vm1Z-mjru_A[/youtube]

    • #13961

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :lol: you wish…
      don’t push it Manilla..you already have started to anyway, but I’ll forgive you-this time
      :roll:

    • #13962

      it is a good poem manilla, i say this at the risk of inflating your ego more :lol: :P

    • #13963

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it is a good poem manilla, i say this at the risk of inflating your ego more :lol: :P[/quote:pwx3ovkf]

      thanks rose. my ego is definitely in check. no worries there. ;)

    • #13964

      good to know ;)

    • #13965

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      it is a good poem manilla, i say this at the risk of inflating your ego more :lol: :P[/quote:1ad3ld6f]

      thanks rose. my ego is definitely in check. no worries there. ;)[/quote:1ad3ld6f]
      oh wow :roll:

      and I just lost the one to check it some more :P

    • #13966

      don’t push it Manilla..you already have started to anyway, but I’ll forgive you-this time
      [/quote:34d1qkpv]

      Is this a threat? Ummm,….this is supposed to be a friendly forum.

    • #13967

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :lol:
      you would think right :?

    • #13968

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gritty sand
      inside my mouth
      salty residue
      bleached black

      waves push and pull
      down under
      hold my breath
      just a few moments longer

      this will pass
      this will go away
      this suffering will subside
      this loneliness will die

      tumble under the crashing waves
      the terrible sun
      the horrible water
      the faint taste

      seaweed stuck to me
      gulls flock asea
      the barrel breaks upon the crest
      the wood splinters into my chest

      the breeze makes it so cool
      the breeze makes me so cold
      with time i wash up
      only to wake up alone

    • #13969

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      i like that Manilla, but it makes me think you were looking at that fake Billy back in the other thread :P
      and it sounds so lonely :(

    • #13970

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i’m lonely as FUCK these days.

    • #13971

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      poor manilla :( i hope you feel better.

    • #13972

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      join the club…
      it fucking sucks
      I feel you…

    • #13973

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      It’s you I want
      but, you don’t see
      please don’t fuck with my heart
      it’s not a toy
      my love is not a game
      maybe it is on your end
      you are causing me pain
      speak up
      be real
      stop playing
      your word games are cheap
      love is not a game
      you know that
      you still keep playing
      why?
      What are you afraid of?
      my love would never tear you
      it’s everlasting
      only for you
      I wish you knew
      understand
      your game of love is hurting me
      more than you know
      be honest
      is that too much to ask?

    • #13974

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      dead inside
      crumpled petals
      dirty floors
      empty glasses
      stained sinks
      used dresses
      smeared glass
      broken zippers
      uncut hair
      fuzzy broken radio waves

    • #13975

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      No more waiting
      For what?
      give me the reason now
      Stop testing my love
      it’s there
      for you
      Just take it
      embrace
      Come to me
      I desire you
      My one
      I love you
      I can’t let go
      You are mine
      until the last day
      It’s in the stars
      You know as I do
      You can’t keep on
      this charade
      I want to feel you
      your hands, your touch
      your warmth, your kiss
      you need the real
      find me love
      it’s what you and I both want

    • #13976

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Your voice
      it flows through
      my heart
      You turn my world
      to pure bliss
      Your eyes see
      inside
      my soul
      Decisions to make
      An old love to void
      A new beginning
      for us
      Give me your touch
      I know your love
      for me
      it’s not enough
      Away from you
      tears me
      shatters my heart
      I need you now

    • #13977

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I’m on a roll :P

      Am I selfish
      for your real love?
      All for me
      never
      It’s gloom
      without you
      I must have you
      years lost between us
      never to be
      apart again
      You are my universe
      the beauty in my soul
      escape to me
      tired of the wait
      no more
      I can’t take it
      you have me
      but yet you don’t
      do you want me?
      still?
      Stop hiding
      Present yourself

    • #13978

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      8) reggae

    • #13979

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thanks :)
      and where’s yours???? I bust 3 and you do 1 :P

    • #13980

      good poems :)

      i haven’t been in the poem writing mood lately.

    • #13981

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I am…I could probably do a bunch more however, I am refraining since I’m house cleaning today and obviously hanging out here :P

    • #13982

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the hand passes over
      slowly under shadow
      reach to the numbers
      crank out so slowly
      exhales so gently
      with each tiny gear
      pushing time forward
      never yesteryear

    • #13983

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      precious metals
      letting out light
      everyone else
      a perfect circle
      send me there
      early, not late

      running behind
      everyone can see
      lagging behind
      everyone can see
      all the way in front
      she is out of sight
      everyone can see

      may there be a time
      everyone sees me

    • #13984

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      nice…manilla
      we do see you :P

    • #13985

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      sadness comes
      to say goodbye
      you messed with
      the wrong bitch
      go be lonely
      it suits you best
      stay in your loveless misery
      you chose the wrong words
      you are fake
      with a sick head
      pleasure and kicks
      not for me
      a real man
      not you
      you are a toxin

    • #13986

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      the moon lights your smile
      your sweet soul takes me away
      a blessing, yet unknown?
      a love to be uncovered
      you deserve
      the love you desire
      it’s there
      pain and sadness will wash away
      falling
      falling
      is there another chance
      for a love deeper
      than you’ve ever had

    • #13987

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      under a waterfall
      inhale
      drown the lungs
      pressure
      taken under
      a new world
      breathless
      crystal blue

    • #13988

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sleeping pills and ice
      wind sheers across
      shivering in the cold
      loneliness

      up all night
      cordless walking
      why can’t i sleep?
      close my open eyes

      goddamn it’s cold

    • #13989

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      for the one
      who touched my soul
      so gently
      without knowing
      your words mesmerized me
      how can this be
      mind boggling isn’t it?
      I’m warm and smiling
      in another world
      the twinkle in my eye
      since the leaves began to fall
      back in bloom
      a spring in my step
      now you know
      you managed to steal my heart
      secretly, unaware
      until now
      you know
      you are my sweet thing

    • #13990

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      head in my hands
      on a dusty bench
      a bus stop in nowhereville
      giving up on waiting

      here at the crossroads
      i came to wait
      eternity it seemed
      was never to far away

      all alone and without cause
      i sit and stare to gain my loss
      as motorcades pass me by
      blowing smoke into my eyes

      the wind picks up
      as the clouds roll in
      and my sunny day
      turns dark as sin

      something green is close
      ripe with curiousity i am
      i stand again and begin to walk
      taking a turn at the stop

      the storm brews at my back
      but forward i go, leaving the stop
      my clothes are dirty, torn, and faded
      but someone sees something beneath

      and in this desert storm
      i will walk to find her

    • #13991

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      me me me
      hey look at me
      i just finished first
      i just tagged that
      look at my car
      don’t you wish you had this?
      look at my wife?
      don’t you want to fuck her?
      look at my dick
      it’s fucking huge, right?
      look at my tan
      i got my own bed

      fuck off and die.

    • #13992

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      ^^ this one just cracks me up :lol:
      always good poems manilla-even when they are funny

    • #13993

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Blinding rain
      pouring
      winds shouting
      darkness
      alone
      in silence
      the sun rises
      dew drops glisten
      blades of grass
      a new day
      emptiness
      surrounds me

    • #13994

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      he was mad
      and bad

      he was one
      and alone

      he was young
      but ready to go

      he made you want
      to be better

      controversy surrounds
      but no more sounds

      he was a rocker
      he was the moonwalker

    • #13995

      aw, manilla

    • #13996

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      family
      enjoy the souls
      only one to offer
      a moment
      a breath
      a better place
      gone
      with the blink of an eye
      our time comes
      enjoy what we have here
      find the one
      you deserve
      life
      a blessing
      a gift
      live and love
      like no tomorrow
      it’s everything

    • #13997

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I wrote this yesterday (Thursday)morning

      Tired and sadness
      the world
      feels doomed
      bad day?
      unsure
      the sun is shining
      why can’t I feel it

    • #13998

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a glow surrounds your face
      with each beating minute
      the heart grows fonder
      caught up in the waterspouts of life
      hard to see beyond your outstreched hands
      cup your hands to hold the water
      but it flows nonstop
      as if laughing
      yet another force
      uncontrolled by man
      drenched in uncertainty
      crushed with doubt
      washing in with vacany

      so let it all go
      embrace this moment
      rise to the top to see the clouds
      leave the world behind you
      and make a new day
      a new life
      a fresh clean slate
      full of beauty
      that glows around your face

    • #13999

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      looking back, i was never alone
      we were always so close
      fleeting minutes pass away
      and give birth to brighter days

      i have never seen this place
      but i have been here before
      a faint memory i cannot recall
      a fractal to the core

      somehow the feeling
      that it is all meant to be
      all the pain and suffering
      all meant for me

      to learn and grow
      to root down and weather
      to shade the others
      to build circle upon circle

      to never die
      to live for now
      to keep going
      to listen to it all

      timeless we are
      pushed to the rind
      one dimension closer
      to a life divine

    • #14000

      my brain is growing vines
      tendrils of rust
      oxidation of knowledge
      cobwebs on the farthest corners
      spreading inward to the center
      it’s lonely in here
      though all these people linger nearby
      wisdom seeks to destroy me
      or seeks to defy me
      skeleton keys to unlock my skull
      and peer inside
      frightening things float
      around pretty things
      ghosts of memories
      liquid floral displays
      silver candy cactus
      to prick the skin
      bring blood stains
      unlovely smears
      reflection in mirrors of sugar
      lick my own frown
      taste the sweet shame
      then shatter the evidence
      shatter the memory
      send it into oblivion
      then watch as it returns
      like a boomerang

    • #14001

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      WOW rose-that’s a good one!!
      and Manilla ;) great as always….

    • #14002

      thanks :D

      the line… liquid floral displays…. you know where i got that from huh? :lol:

    • #14003

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Darkness sets in
      cold summer night
      constellations above
      clear and bright
      wishing, praying
      closed eyes
      dreams

      upon awakening
      begin a new day
      to see your eyes
      glazed with solace
      your words
      plenty my heart
      deep inside
      partially empty
      without your embrace

    • #14004

      i like that :)

    • #14005

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      ty rose ;)

    • #14006

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Unseasoned air
      a newcomer
      walking away from discontent
      sharing affinity
      heart pains
      destined
      without judgement
      a calling for us
      to heal
      what was broken
      walk with me
      the new path
      untraveled

    • #14007

      The Question

      Once
      under
      azure skies
      my love asked me
      a very important question. Will you
      please close your eyes and hold completely still?
      Okay, there. You
      had a bug
      in your
      hair.

    • #14008

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :lol: :lol: :lol:
      that is just too cute rose :D

    • #14009

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      these lonely guns
      stand at attention
      here with the moon
      bringing forth tension

      these lonely guns
      the battlefield cries
      surrounded by many
      alone with the lies

      these lonely guns
      harboring only death
      give to me the blood
      bring to me the dead

      these lonely guns
      can you hear them call
      across the grassy plains
      a call to all

      these lonely guns
      go kaboom

      these lonely guns
      can kill

    • #14010

      thank you :D

      and good one manilla!

    • #14011

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      washed away
      like the tides
      a point of no return
      breaking ties
      looking away
      the past diminishes
      my eyes
      wide open
      a glimpse
      of a new dawn
      shedding light
      into my soul
      everlasting moments
      without sorrow

    • #14012

      beautiful

    • #14013

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      light shines upon a darkened path
      I may stumble
      this journey ahead
      I keep on
      one day making it to the end
      that day, the eyes close
      the body disintegrates
      the souls goes on
      into the the abyss
      of our unconscious existence

    • #14014

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      a life
      filled with happiness and sorrow
      tears of pain
      tears of joy
      on this road
      destination blurred
      safe
      but unsure
      Alone
      darkness creeps
      yet surrounded by lighted souls
      in the end
      we all die alone

    • #14015

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      share a dance
      a special love
      share a moment
      an instant
      share a smile
      a laugh
      share an impact
      a touch
      share some words
      communicate
      occupied by life
      in this space
      of animation
      we only have one

    • #14016

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      tomorrow,today
      enter the place
      people wait
      names are called
      one by one
      seeking help
      messages of joy
      messages of doom
      once received
      time to leave
      go back home
      to a life undone
      to await more messages
      of joy or doom

      I clearly have to much on my mind to sleep :?
      this sucks I want to sleep and i can’t

    • #14017

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      nice poems and that’s too bad. hopefully you will get to sleep soon.

    • #14018

      thoughts jumbled
      twisted and confused
      so easily shifted
      but not simply lifted
      wishes make grand designs
      in the sandy outlines of time
      winds blow them away
      like too many loose feathers
      lost from a phoenix whose time is up
      time to burn
      time to be reborn
      knots tangled like last years christmas lights
      burned out bulbs can ruin the whole string

    • #14019

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thanks blue-I finally slept after I took a pill :(
      I never take those anymore, but I had to this time it’s been years since I took one of those like5 or 6 years :(

      Rose what an awesome poem!!!

    • #14020

      thank you cc :)

    • #14021

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thank you cc :)[/quote:7jmhxihh]
      you know what I just noticed-lol those are my initials to my maiden name :lol:

      posting my goofy poem from sp.com :D

      biking through
      natures path
      descending
      down the hill
      faster
      breeze in my hair
      laughter
      being one with the wind
      a moment of feeling free
      all choked up
      brakes hit
      ugh! I swallowed a bug

    • #14022

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      spins so fast
      gravity
      heavy pills
      sinkholes
      shrinking volumes
      collapsing inside
      vacuum up the remains
      suck me in
      pull me close
      obliterate me
      extinguish my structure
      annihilated
      violated
      disappear
      fucking crush me with love

    • #14023

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      suck me in
      pull me close
      obliterate me

      my favorite part
      and you will be crushed one day
      we all will at some point

    • #14024

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      at a standstill
      blank
      emptiness
      nothingness
      hallowness
      interstice
      depleted
      vacant
      removed
      void
      skip away
      before another complication sets forth

    • #14025

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Gazing out the open window
      What is real?
      What is nothing?
      What am I doing here?
      Preserving and fostering
      love, innocence, elation
      life
      Left unsaid
      somethings are greater
      two worlds
      mine, yours
      Can I survive the wonder
      Will the window narrow?

    • #14026

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      living in a window
      cellophane cello pain
      tears constantly stream
      down liquid panes

      inside out
      outside in
      storm clouds reflected within

      slowly morphing
      gravity down
      suspended quartz
      a see through clown

    • #14027

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      nicorette tourettes
      fuck i need a cigarette

    • #14028

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      bubbling up
      orbs of molten air
      etched in steel
      ground down incisors

      steam rises
      the hand passes
      over the danger zone
      burning the flesh

      a fiery death
      a lively breath
      musk and heat
      steam on the street

      we’re all dead
      but now cleansed

    • #14029

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the closer you get
      the further it seems
      never again
      to find a dream

      slowly drifting
      down the stream
      stretched out branches
      pull you from me

      the heads, they bob
      up and down
      tired from winding
      around and around

      laugh and giggle
      today is the day
      wiped out memories
      are all erased

      sun blotted water
      a nurse with the needle
      pulled out slaughter
      shiny green beetle

      an ending is near
      a beginning is now
      the loss of fear
      someway, somehow

    • #14030

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tired and mired
      tarred and feathered
      battered and torn
      scarred and weathered
      beaten and flushed
      bruised and bleeding
      down and crushed
      alone and needing

    • #14031

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      immortal breath of life
      repeats the motions
      unlearned lessons
      continuation of lives past
      when does it end?
      haunting reflections
      open your eyes
      the mirror must be broken

    • #14032

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      dreams
      subconscious truth
      close your eyes
      advanced travel
      see what you are missing
      unknown to the heathen
      a rain of lighted souls
      drenching the earth
      overflowing with life

    • #14033

      Last night I cried myself to sleep
      In someone else’s arms.
      Unknowing as he slept,
      I wept at memories of us.
      Memories that grow dark
      With the shadows of time.
      Memories that have reached their end.
      Tossing and turning,
      Glimpses of us ever present.
      I dreamt of you,
      Just as always.
      You feel so cold to me now,
      Moved out and moved on so quickly.
      Daily I work
      At killing the disease in my heart.
      Debts to be paid are no more.
      Always.

    • #14034

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      you think it’s that easy
      toying with emotions
      really?
      enough is enough
      you’re obsolete a bygone
      you’re shady
      you’re an imitation
      a toxin to the soul
      you’re never more
      never here
      never again
      never existing to me

      I fucking love poems :P

    • #14035

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      murky waters
      blinding views
      shadows surround
      circling about
      curious
      blood craving predator
      sensing fear
      ready to attack
      helpless and stranded
      my end is near

    • #14036

      good one!

      da na da na da na aaaaahhhhh! :P

    • #14037

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      niiiiice I get Jaws music :D
      lovely rose :lol:

    • #14038

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Choices at hand
      which direction
      right, left, forward
      never backwards
      to do what
      never knowing
      until afterward
      consequences arise
      tomorrow, today
      yesterday’s past
      keep walking amongst obstacles
      my path
      never clear never to be
      another day
      another year
      never clear

    • #14039

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      one million smiles
      one to the other
      endless goodbyes
      throughout the night

      controlled contrast
      alkaline tastebuds
      cold shivers
      throughout the night

      sun rises and sets
      whilst one sleeps
      awaken to the pulled curtains
      throughout tonight

    • #14040

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      drive the stake into the ground
      wrap the chain around the tree
      once a day you come to set me free
      with a bowl of food
      and a glancing blow with a stick
      for i’m too wild for you
      you must keep me locked up
      in this backyard of letdowns

    • #14041

      aw, those are sad manilla! :(

    • #14042

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      awww, it’s okay.

      :D

    • #14043

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      are you trying to feel like a poor dog outside in the heat or do your neighbors have a dog :lol:

    • #14044

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      there was a time
      a time we intercepted
      a time we connected

      a spirit so lost
      forgotten and smudged
      rejected and gone

      her smile radiated
      into my being
      heating my soul

      just one innocent kiss
      to remember our days
      with him standing aside

      i cry to remember her smile

      another has moved in
      arm around her shoulder
      if one for the other

      and we just fucking move on
      never revealing our crush
      just play dumb

    • #14045

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      enough tears to fill the ocean
      enough time to travel to the end of the universe
      enough pain to kill
      enough is enough

    • #14046

      i cry to remember her smile

      wow. sweet. just. …

    • #14047

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      just like you told me
      when we were younger
      time is never enough
      to keep us together

      we were so special
      back with wagons and legos
      the fresh cut grass
      the endless egos

      but now we are taller
      and the grass is heavy
      and it’s raining outside
      and in different houses

      somehow we still are
      we still see each other
      across the street
      and want to play

      the games have changed
      and we have children of our own
      but we still know how to laugh
      and giggle and smile

      and we are forever young
      in this twister of fate
      bringing forth dark clouds
      and spring rains

      new and belonging
      forever understanding
      trying our best to learn
      the meaning of each other

      let’s go play

    • #14048

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      once again
      the days you speak
      bring me in
      the silence kills

      what is this?
      Where does it go?
      time travels forward
      I feel indefinite

      round about in circles
      moments pass
      the echo of you
      inside my head

      deep thoughts
      unaware of your own truth
      time is gone
      I’m still here

      never to leave
      never to be forgotten
      never lost
      never alone

      always for you
      nothing less
      ample to give
      without fear

    • #14049

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      driving late at night
      steam fogging up the windshield
      all alone this time
      no passenger nearby
      rounding the black asphalt
      spitting yellow lines
      going nowhere

      put the top down
      let the wind feel your hair
      let it caress your soul
      the shiny silver moon
      says hello
      and smiles as you depress the pedal

      a destination reached
      a place to radiate under the stars
      look up and feel empty
      a shooting star
      a reminder
      someone is watching

    • #14050

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      where o where did it go
      the time passed too fast
      our hearts sank together
      in a whirlpool made of love

      spirits dance about the skyline
      clouds holding hands as they cry
      together forever
      up above, up so high

      and it marches forward
      never missing a beat
      beaming like the sun
      forever ablaze in a fiery death

      the end will never come
      the end curves back around
      coming back for seconds
      coming back around for the kill

      sinking its teeth into your neck
      making you immortal
      joining the ranks of the fallen
      silently in a sweet surrender

      we float day to day
      and push harder and harder
      through the thickest ether
      inhaling our own demise

    • #14051

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Wow this one is really good^^^^

    • #14052

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      one shot is all it takes
      year stacked upon year
      of being there

      fully dressed to the brim
      eighteen points to hang on
      head down, eyes up

      teeth are clenched
      the tail is raised
      one last stand

      violently it splits into
      painting the snow red
      on the side he goes

      squirming to catch a last breath
      squinting to catch a last glimpse
      the fawns run away

      the only snow angel ever made
      is stagnant and cold
      bitter crystals on the fur
      ice cold and dead

      but one last stand was made
      forever taking the chance
      forever taking the stance

      because no one
      will ever
      take the fawns

    • #14053

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      RAWR-fiesty one manilla :lol:

      I need to write one-eh too lazy

    • #14054

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      stripped away
      torn from your arms
      the joys of what one knows
      sadness begins
      seeping inside
      feels like and end
      it’s a new beginning
      pain and suffering
      comes and goes
      leaves and stays
      forever in
      a journey
      of your life

    • #14055

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      Scenery on fire
      the images blazing
      a whole in my mind
      the smoke like a thick cloud
      fogging my eyes from true sight

      lips presses to the pole
      Do you really wanna go?
      legs moving from the streets
      is it me or is this place
      as dead as it seems?

      haha, after I read this poem it kinda sound perverted oh well. I like it anyway.

    • #14056

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      alone in thought
      the ideas they fly
      inside my being
      eternal tornados

      cluttered and messy
      a summerstorm hangover
      kittens come out to play
      beneath the silver-shocked sky

      it’s wrecked and destroyed
      the only stability ever known
      plucked like a dandelion
      and blown into one thousand pieces

      so we listen to the quiet
      to hear what it says
      too many voices before
      with nothing said

      find that voice
      and continue the struggle
      it’s never easy to be
      and never hard to cease

    • #14057

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Crowding round that little bird
      Pecking, jeering, how absurd
      Pain inflicted, lack of respect
      With short-sighted sheep, what can we expect?

      Misunderstanding, ignorance too
      The man once told him there’s others like you…

      In the town, hand-fed bread
      He contemplated what the man had said
      Those grey ones there in a big bold group
      Should they turn round, there’d be a coup
      For Purple Pigeons stand right out
      But there’s others like him, he found out

      Ten years passed and grey birds died
      And still the purple vertebrate cried
      Looking round and seeing sadness
      In a weak wicked way, it brought some gladness

      For purple is purple and grey is grey
      Those facts alone needn’t be the way
      He sat with pride and a little smile
      There’s Purple Pigeons, all the while

    • #14058

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      shadows dance upon the wall
      where darkness swallows all
      and tiny water droplet rings abound
      producing only the slightest of sound

      the first touch left them breathless
      another warm body
      the possibilities endless

      lost together and holding hands
      finding the light
      no one understands

      in the dark he feels her face
      the beauty in his mind
      he cannot erase

      they pick up their spirits
      and hold in a warm embrace
      knowing their time will emerge
      when they can finally see face to face

      in the warmest of light

    • #14059

      Arthur
      Spectator

      haiku

      ik kijk en doorzie
      maar begrijpen doe ik niet
      of daarom juist wel?

      I look and see through
      but I do not understand
      or that’s why I do?

      Haiku (in Japanese: 俳句 ) is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 moras in three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras respectively ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku ). It’s this limitation that I like so much, try to make as much poetic (non-)sense as you can in just 3 lines! :lol:

    • #14060

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      ^^^interesting Arthur

      good poems guys

    • #14061

      oh i love haiku! haikus? lol

    • #14062

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      take me away from
      from the darkness
      a moment in time’s past, present, and future
      take my hand
      guide me, lead me
      to a new place
      inside the garden
      share your soul
      with me
      together we make progress
      bound by love
      to share with all
      to sing a song
      a dance with love
      you make me shine
      I’m awakened
      by your presence
      alone
      letting go of the old
      breathing your love
      share with me
      the world
      through your eyes
      the hurt, the pain
      the despair, the sorrows
      I want to feel
      I want to discover
      all
      through you

    • #14063

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      When the sun shines
      on the morning dew
      until the moon glows
      you are there right beside me
      until the sun rises again
      You seem surreal
      only known in stories
      Where did you come from?
      how blessed am I?
      magic between us
      plenty to come
      my heart knows
      I need you, your touch
      your love
      I feel
      when I close my eyes
      you are there right beside me
      always

    • #14064

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      cram cram cram
      pushed to the rear
      never to open
      but always enough to fear

      what was it?
      who knows
      if you open
      all hell could break loose

      so stare at the amber
      all 18 of them
      empty reminders
      calling you out

      was it all you wanted
      all you dreamed it could be
      do you want more time
      to see what you can see

      yeah, keep going
      45 degrees downward
      lap it up you dog
      then shit on the rug

      clean up on aisle six please
      clean up on aisle six please
      clean up on aisle six please
      clean up on aisle six please

      she made the meat hit the floor

    • #14065

      nice poems guys :)

    • #14066

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      inside the red carpet
      eyes bleeding shut
      rolled out for the night
      stepped on with designer shoes

      out of sight
      out of mind
      out of space
      out of time

      throbbing earaches
      over and over
      blood contained within
      just trying to burst

      empty hollow sounds
      distant conversations
      sick gut feeling
      what is with this

    • #14067

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a feeling so empty
      it’s really not a feeling at all
      the color black
      staining and disolutioning
      into your very fibrous being

      a painful morphing
      the swallow of sweet heartache
      the stench of what used to be
      a constant reminder
      of everpresent failing

      so far beyond down
      so away from it all
      turned your back on yourself
      on your knees
      into a corner

      once the hurt is gone
      what’s left to feel?

    • #14068

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      haiku

      ik kijk en doorzie
      maar begrijpen doe ik niet
      of daarom juist wel?

      I look and see through
      but I do not understand
      or that’s why I do?

      Haiku (in Japanese: 俳句 ) is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 moras in three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras respectively ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku ). It’s this limitation that I like so much, try to make as much poetic (non-)sense as you can in just 3 lines! :lol:[/quote:36rh6qsv]

      5 7 5, that’s it? ok, i’ll give it a go…

      room enough for five
      can you fit more for seven?
      let’s just stick with five

    • #14069

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a swim away day
      alone again forever down
      take another pound

    • #14070

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when it was too bright to see
      beneath you i stood for years
      protected by your shade
      staring at the sun, never afraid

      even under a blanket of darkness
      we would count junebugs together
      as they buzzed in and around your weeping arms
      and the spiders came crawling to the ground

      then one day you nudged me along
      gave me a branch to help sing your song
      to remind me of strength and shelter
      a piece of you, always and forever

      i used to send you into the water
      and watch as you floated away
      but you came back each and every time
      what a way to pass the day

      but ever since that day you died for me
      i’ve tried to return the favor, embarrassingly
      i set you on fire, to hide the pain
      and walked away, your bones fully ablaze

      i picked you up one last time
      your rings, an echo of mine
      ashes fell as i wrote your name
      as wind carried your charred carcass away

    • #14071

      my favorite haiku… i bought a t-shirt that says this…

      haikus are easy
      but sometimes they don’t make sense
      refrigerator

    • #14072

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      :lol: awesome

    • #14073

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      lonely is tuesday
      that came before a monday
      a weak week begins

    • #14074

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i went to the store
      and bought a pumpkin
      i wanted to use it
      to see you again

      it was quite heavy
      and a little big
      so i placed it on wheels
      and rolled it then

      back to my house
      we soon would travel
      inside my kitchen
      strange things would unravel

      i wanted to see you
      just one more time
      so i went to the kitchen
      and grabbed a knife

      i started carving
      and cutting your face
      out of a pumpkin
      the resemblance was faint

      but cut and poke i did
      for many hours
      until that pumpkin face
      looked like yours

      and in the end
      it looked quite macabre
      so i stuck it outside
      with a candle flame on

      your face it danced
      upon my front porch
      scaring little children
      as they begged for more

      soon the night was over
      and you were still there
      laughing and smiling
      in this world, not a care

      i soon became jealous
      of your effortless soul
      i took you inside
      and stared through your hole

      no more i cannot take it
      you ruined me again
      now go and leave me
      wipe off that grin

      i took out a hammer
      and smashed you to pieces
      the orange bloody murder
      was a thing of news releases

      but no one knew
      as i stashed you away
      a plastic bag of death
      sorrow and decay

    • #14075

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :)
      good poems
      I have not been in a poem writing mood lately

    • #14076

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it’s so much easier to cry alone
      to cry alone, always alone
      don’t mean to bother you
      so that’s what i’ll do

      reaching out
      that’s what i want
      misery loves company
      hold my hand

      hold me hold me
      touch my heart
      release this love
      be with me

      but you’d have to know
      what was inside
      tomorrow i might say
      tomorrow i may delay

    • #14077

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      eyelid dams
      holding back the flood
      protecting the city
      wanting to take a peek

      the water boils
      spilling over the wall
      falling below
      into the pit

      traveling down
      along familiar paths
      down down down
      growing and ending

      unable to contain
      an eruption pushes over
      years of tears stain below
      a tsunami for you from me

    • #14078

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a black dot
      off in the distance
      a cool spot
      in a endless desert

      coming closer
      the spot widens
      opening up, beckoning

      i push aside
      and walk inside
      and kiss the sun goodbye

      water trickles and little eyes move
      staring and scaring
      pulling in closer

      my new home
      devoid of you
      devoid of me

      it’s so dark
      where are my hands
      i feel nothing

      i’m so alone
      an echo my only partner

    • #14079

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      scores of books piled sky high
      stainglass windows fractured below
      perfect pews on a sunday morning
      sitting at attention to a silent lecturn

      smoke fills the ceiling arches
      the candles are beaming with fire
      wax melts down the sides
      to form mary in the puddles below

      snowfall bleaches the color outside
      lighter and lighter the hues turning brighter
      so gently tightening a suffocating noose
      by blocking the doors from the inside

      only the blind could ever see
      before their own eyes
      a sunday morning tragedy
      with blood for tears

      the sparrow’s sing as their hearts cry
      for only the deaf can hear today’s sermon
      and only those without voices
      could ever speak in such tongues

      such a ghostly way
      for the blessing this day
      to wither and pass away

    • #14080

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      so exciting was the day
      you came to me carrying a box
      i opened hurriedly
      to find a piece of paper
      a perfect white square
      crisp and clean
      could cut to the bone
      if i wasn’t careful
      i pressed it against my face
      a blank slate
      the smell of faxes and drying ink
      i could do so much
      with just this little piece of paper
      so i wrote all my hope and dreams on it
      and gave it back to you
      not one empty space
      and now, one year later
      you give me another box
      again i open so fast
      only to see that piece of paper
      all crumbled and tattered and stained
      i look up to see what happened
      and you were just saying goodbye
      leaving me alone with my desires
      alone with my faults
      staring at my handwriting

    • #14081

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i need a new friend
      i need a new drug
      i need a new me
      i need a new you

    • #14082

      I am
      never alone
      for the space I occupy
      follows me wherever I go

    • #14083

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      nice short poem Rose.

      So much meaning in such little spaces.

      I was supposed to write a winter poem or my class but once again I have procrastinated to the last minute. :D

      Also, I have an extreme case of writer’s block…

    • #14084

      thank you :)

      i hope you can beat that writer’s block!

    • #14085

      gosh i’m bored
      toeme toch

    • #14086

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gosh i’m bored
      toeme toch
      [/quote:13ito4va]

      pure genius

    • #14087

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      and again today i looked
      for one sign of her being
      and all day she was booked
      but i’ll go to bed believing

    • #14088

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      such a bright room
      hosting the night party
      familiar faces gracing
      through wine tasting glasses

      cheers you made it
      how was the traffic
      put your umbrella over there
      and here, have a beer

      why thanks the traffic was
      oh ok i see
      sorry to, i mean i didn’t mean to
      wait no that’s okay

      yes i did see that too!
      i thought it was
      upside down she goes
      elbow bending at it’s greatest

      well hello, i must be going
      and many thanks for the nothings
      maybe next time i need myself
      i’ll be sure to give you a ring

    • #14089

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      reaching out :arrow:
      always so far :oops:
      getting slapped :cry:
      it hurts like hell :!:

    • #14090

      Arthur
      Spectator

      hi sea
      hi Arthur
      how are you?
      fine
      I’m having high tide
      wow
      does that hurt?
      no, sea knows no hurt

    • #14091

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      we know it hurts
      just to be you today
      but let us not forget
      our own selfish ways
      step aside young man
      the silverback’s in town
      here to scream and yell
      boy don’t you frown
      you have issues father
      i wish you could see
      but your blinded by
      your own insanity
      so yell and scream
      it’s what you always do
      and we’ll cower in fear
      just like we always do
      oh and by the way
      fuck you too

    • #14092

      Anonymous
      Spectator

    • #14093

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a little toxin released to myself
      a little pill swallowed down again
      a little time to let this all sink in
      a little friend to deny all the pain
      a little once to start off this journey
      a little while i’ll stay on this course
      a little breath escapes from this being
      a little answer never conceived
      a little beam of darkness shines as it blinds
      a little light says at last, i’m so sorry
      a good day to you sir, a good day to you
      he says with a wink and a crooked smile
      a little hesitation quickly begins
      a little piece of never, forever and now
      always for me, no effort, no fee
      sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, come on down

    • #14094

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hi today
      explain away
      tell me a story
      one more time
      read me a story
      it’s my bedtime

      i won’t call you a liar
      i don’t know for sure
      but with your doubt
      you seem so pure

      which one today?
      did the mouse get away?
      play with the thought
      play with my mind
      give me some medicine
      sedate my kind

      i won’t call you a liar
      i don’t know for sure
      but with your doubt
      you seem so pure

    • #14095

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      fuck you and all you are
      fuck all your goddamn opinions
      fuck all your mindlessness
      fuck you and your answers to it all

      i fucking hate you

      go crawl in a dark hole
      shiver
      get wet
      and fucking die
      alone

    • #14096

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :shock:
      whoa
      thats a big fuck you
      I think I like the poem before that better

    • #14097

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      yeah, it’s a little over the top. :?

    • #14098

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      caramel lattes and broken lips
      do not touch do not kiss
      —————————————

      no, don’t let go
      keep my hand close to your heart
      feel my pulse run through yours
      feel the warmth of the stars
      —————————————

      you’re a desert rose
      all alone and purple
      so delicate and gentle
      a soft hardcore offering

      never to be seen or heard
      catching empty raindrops
      and midsummer breezes
      the earth cracking below

      if no one ever sees you
      did you ever really exist?
      let your love go
      let me in

    • #14099

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the fat man in the big red suit
      jollying inside my rabbit ears
      with soot on black boots
      he comes a knockin’
      stroking that thick white beard

      enter santa-man into my house
      good evening to you, though i be late
      it’s well after midnight
      you know it’s morn’?
      well it’s okay, we now have a date

      what did you bring for me i asked
      i think i was nice, but maybe i was bad
      he reached into his sack
      and let out a chuckle
      and just said, \"here you go, little lad\"

      a shiny white and red plastic box
      i opened and tore apart
      i looked back up at santa
      hoping to share
      but he left soon after my start

      \"let’s go rudolph!\"
      he shouted while riding away
      i peeked inside
      the package now mine
      oh what a year, oh what a day

      a great white light from inside
      shone across the room and in my eyes
      blazingly hot
      i dropped the box
      what a strange holiday surprise

      the sihouettes danced and drank
      and sang the night away
      i had so much fun
      this merry eve
      i hardly knew what to say

      but soon the light faded and i collapsed
      in a gentle fall to the ground
      under the christmas tree
      is where i crawled
      for an overnight slumber to surround

      so thanks fat man, once again
      i hope to see you next year
      although i don’t know you
      with your mysteriousness
      i long for your de stijl cheer

    • #14100

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      allow me to
      set the mood
      with a cold one
      or a warm two
      sit down here
      exhale a few
      how was your day
      what did you do
      oh same ol’ story
      nothing ado
      not much to say
      so anyway

      let the night begin
      and start right away
      where each one has
      something to say
      as we share in the misery
      that we call our own
      a collective routine
      for one as for all

      yeah, it’s true
      it’s the same routine
      but here with you
      the pain goes away
      the pill is smaller
      and the tears stream less
      easier to swallow
      and in the end
      it’s always with you
      and i feel blessed

    • #14101

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a little staring contest
      where i cannot help
      but blink
      close my eyes again
      and open to see
      you still staring at me?

    • #14102

      hehe, that’s cute

    • #14103

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      :P

    • #14104

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      wow aren’t you Mr. poetry lately

      who else has something to contribute

    • #14105

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      flash click as he settled in
      whiskers not even trimmed
      eyes blinking, lashes growing
      lord knows he loves his kin

      mother dearest is holding the youngest
      and pa is standing in the back
      two little twins hold hands in the front
      and stare until the bulb crash

      sepia snapshot and afterthoughts
      memories contained therein
      they say a photo is worth many words
      who knew time could freeze once again

    • #14106

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      lipsmacking and opinions
      food flying across the table
      googly eyed with hair pulled back
      never trimmed in forty years

      a beautiful woman til the end
      caring for others before oneself
      always had my towel
      and it was always dry

      and i hope you know i loved you
      and i hope you know your son still does
      even though it feels removed
      you were always moving

      see you on the other side

    • #14107

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you cut me open with shiny scissors
      and i bleed to this day
      giving my tears and midnight cries
      for the day you say enough
      and completely drain my soul
      and breathe back into me
      a spirit so rich and divine
      i will float from this earth
      leaving everything
      everyone
      behind

    • #14108

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the sound continues to drown
      raining down the great escape
      the swirly exit sign
      swinging back and forth from the loft
      don’t scream fire in a crowded theater
      you may hurt someone
      but then again
      you may get out
      of watching this shit movie

      fire fire rush to the door
      climbing atop the others
      women and children first
      chivalry above the others
      and even now you know it ain’t real
      and break through the white canvas
      the screaming pictures in technicolor
      bleed to the floor in rainbowed water
      staining the palms in purple eternity

      the doorhandle is red and blue
      as the tape reel spins off the loom

    • #14109

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      tell me in my ear
      just don’t say the wrong thing
      you are far more closer to me than you know
      closer than I probably know
      where do we go?
      what journey to take?
      walk the trail through the forest
      fly through the breeze
      slide on the rainbow
      cloud jumping
      tip toeing on the sun rays
      caught inside a raindrop
      upon a rose petal
      sharing a drink
      with life
      growing
      sprouting colors in full bloom
      how lovely it attracts your vision
      don’t use the scissors to cut it

    • #14110

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sober i don’t want you
      sober i don’t need you
      sober i am fine
      drink up

    • #14111

      Arthur
      Spectator

      sober i don’t want you
      sober i don’t need you
      sober i am fine
      drink up[/quote:3tzold8p]
      :)

    • #14112

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      march! you dare i say
      one two three four
      endless steps in time
      feet hitting the floor

      this pace keenly kept
      like it or not, keep your stride
      together we’ll go on
      quarter notes that tear away time

      but alone she sidestepped
      and fell out of bounds
      and lost the beat forever
      now nothing surrounds

      and just ahead, a bridge
      as troops stomp on by
      it will never hold the weight
      still they push, as if to die

      tears flow down her twisted face
      as the floorboards give way
      down they fall to the river below
      like tears she cried that day

    • #14113

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      head in my hands
      it’s hard to write
      traveled lands
      we’re in for a night
      drink it up
      and start a fight
      suck it up
      a cry for my plight
      down on yourself
      come here go away
      moons assemble
      that’s totally insane
      never together forever
      twice removed spitfire
      wonderment never again
      purple on black
      the blood moves within
      bruised but not born
      a woman unscorned
      let the leash break
      again to hide the bone
      beneath the dirt
      is where i’ll be
      chipping away
      come find me

    • #14114

      flash click as he settled in
      whiskers not even trimmed
      eyes blinking, lashes growing
      lord knows he loves his kin

      mother dearest is holding the youngest
      and pa is standing in the back
      two little twins hold hands in the front
      and stare until the bulb crash

      sepia snapshot and afterthoughts
      memories contained therein
      they say a photo is worth many words
      who knew time could freeze once again[/quote:22eh7dtc]

      nice one!

    • #14115

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      flash click as he settled in
      whiskers not even trimmed
      eyes blinking, lashes growing
      lord knows he loves his kin

      mother dearest is holding the youngest
      and pa is standing in the back
      two little twins hold hands in the front
      and stare until the bulb crash

      sepia snapshot and afterthoughts
      memories contained therein
      they say a photo is worth many words
      who knew time could freeze once again[/quote:20jp1pge]

      nice one![/quote:20jp1pge]

      thanks rose! how have you been. long time since we chatted.

    • #14116

      you’re welcome :)

      i’ve been good. keeping busy. i think i’ve been trying to take on too many projects. i had to stop for a while. get back to my normal interwebs lovin self :lol:

    • #14117

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      such a big block with a dull finish
      setting up high on my work table
      inhaling through the nose to stay warm
      i get out my chisel and start to chip away
      forming the smile i remember
      i begin to break her down
      the perfect corners
      the perfect radiance
      it’s only by see through water
      and that smile only lasts for so long
      because it’s getting warmer
      and her eye sheds a single tear
      that drops to the snow covered ground
      liquid sadness from an icy beauty
      alone in silence she melted away

    • #14118

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      disconnected, i am not really here
      my soul is nowhere to be found
      completely bursting with emptiness
      sitting on the doorstep of a raw era

      tired, fed up with you
      you do not begin to understand
      the depth of my shallowness
      the sheer pressure with which i crush

      fragile, this will only last for so long
      and then reality will set in
      a sincere pretentiousness on display
      front window fifty percent off

      alone, come over here with me
      come walk with me down this gravel road
      an endless path that never begins
      it’s all downhill from here on out

      hold my fucking hand
      and put on your boots
      i dare you to walk with me

    • #14119

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you’re welcome :)

      i’ve been good. keeping busy. i think i’ve been trying to take on too many projects. i had to stop for a while. get back to my normal interwebs lovin self :lol:[/quote:3r6g3km6]

      good to hear. :D

    • #14120

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      let me whisper in your ear
      just one more time
      let me whisper in your ear
      just one more line

      we traveled so long ago
      the memories are fading fast
      across the many fields
      life holds so much to feel

      let me whisper in your ear
      just one more time
      let me whisper in your ear
      just one last line

    • #14121

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it feels so unreal
      the people that are around
      spirits floating in and out of my day
      mostly muted and on repeat
      but everpresent they are
      and oh so many opinions
      never anything worth digestion
      where did the real go
      what has ever been
      can always be no more
      lest we forget
      but i choose to ignore

    • #14122

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tree swinging
      riding high above the branches
      flying through the air
      the pits swelling below
      you will never catch me
      off i go

    • #14123

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the sun goes to sleep
      just as i’m set to rise
      and the moon parades to the top
      to shine down on me

      together we walk alone
      passing time through the night
      holding hands
      across a million miles

      and the man in the moon
      he never smiles
      just a sad face
      to shine down on me

    • #14124

      marigold
      Spectator

      hehe, I’m joining in. :)

      Time
      The pastel hued muses
      Undress their heads
      With the thoughts of humankind
      Resting in the stillness of time

      Doubts form in the waves
      Crashing on the shores
      Of unconsciousness
      At the meridian of time

      Memories trapped in an old book
      Photos faded black and white
      Dust fallen on old relics
      Lost in the distance of time

      Melting down creation
      Arts of intrigue
      Mixed up methods of minds
      Thwarted by the threads of time

    • #14125

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      I really liked your first poem post.

      I really loved your choice of wording, good job. :D

    • #14126

      marigold
      Spectator

      I really liked your first poem post.

      I really loved your choice of wording, good job. :D[/quote:33tbbcgy]

      thanks. :)

    • #14127

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      not feeling poemy lately
      waiting for my blinking with fists poem book, maybe that will inspire something
      who knows

    • #14128

      marigold
      Spectator

      you could try reading some of Mina Loy’s poetry also:
      http://www.cwru.edu/artsci/engl/VSALM/m … oyslb.html

      Another one from me….

      Beyond laws and images of man
      Concepts of time and despair
      Fires burning in the suburban sprawl
      There is a thickness in the air

      I want to reach forth
      Into the bloodbath of the future
      Soothe the wounds of hate
      Heed the warnings of our culture

      Join forces into the underground
      Increasing and eliminating by turn
      Devoid of the facts
      The truth we all can learn

      Signs pointing to the distance
      Invisible to those still asleep
      Awareness awakening those who dare
      To dream of secrets we can’t keep

      Secrets given to those who are willing
      To leave this world of taking
      And take part in leaving
      Our sorrows behind in the making

      What are we fighting for
      What makes us alive
      What brings our minds alight
      And keeps our souls awake

      A sorrow, a song, a sigh
      Fleeting feeling of freedom
      Thought taste touched tomorrow
      Reasoning right from wrong

      Resolutely designed for ourselves
      Culminating in initiation
      Into the spheres of the mind
      Bubbles blown to the wind

      Invisible walls of the kingdom
      Resting on our laurels
      Will not change anything
      In apathy we lose ourselves

      Creative sparks need to fly!
      Fire up their passion inside
      Search the tree of knowledge
      Sending messages to the stars

    • #14129

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      here’s a gift i made
      over the past few years
      an underneath-the-bed box
      full of nothing but tears

      i used to own these
      but now i give them to you
      i used to guard these
      but now i’m brand new

      now these teardrops
      are a dime for a dozen
      and maybe if you’re lucky
      i’ll give you a baker’s dozen

    • #14130

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it’s all slipping away now
      the life that i had planned
      with each and everyday
      i lose more and more hand

      and amidst all the chaos
      there is a constant beating
      an echo bouncing back
      of a past chance meeting

      that sprung forth beauty
      and short lived chemistry
      but left behind something
      that is more a mystery

      how on earth can it be
      a love gone so wrong
      to leave such tarnish
      up against the strong

      so go it alone i must
      for now it’s sink or swim
      my past was much brighter
      the future is looking dim

    • #14131

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      lemon dropped eyelids
      that cry sweet tears
      let me kiss them away
      to taste the many years

    • #14132

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you fall into empty stairwells
      through the broken boards
      i used to be there to catch you
      but destiny says no more

      the cuts you made are so deep
      i often wonder if they’ll heal
      going this alone for our sake
      whatever shall be revealed

      soon this hold will take me
      and it’s what we both wanted
      no more heart or moon aches
      none of your memories to haunt me

    • #14133

      marigold
      Spectator

      I don’t want to be your queen
      I don’t want what you need
      In your eyes I see your soul
      There’s nothing there

      Don’t you want to be freed
      Don’t you want to succeed
      In your dreams you see the world
      Is against you

      Why do you do this, it breaks my heart
      To see you in pain, when will you realise
      There’s nothing to gain
      And you’ll never be the same
      You will always be with the enemy

      I don’t want to be like you
      I don’t want to do the things you do
      In your eyes I see sorrow
      Its what you wanted

      Don’t you want to be free
      Don’t you want to be real
      In your dreams you are beyond
      Anything true

      Why do you do this, it makes me sick
      To see you so hurt, when will you realise
      It can’t go on and it stays the same
      In your mind it never ends

    • #14134

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      I came in
      not knowing why
      just to know more
      now, I feel I am in too deep
      I never expected that
      I was just being
      secrets I do not know
      still unaware
      I’m in the dark
      it all appears like a game
      being played so well by the unknown to me
      hidden behind this and that
      I have nothing to hide from
      I am only me
      just sharing a few words
      led to more things I can’t explain
      nice gets you nowhere, but taken for granted, I see
      so why do people want to take advantage of me?

    • #14135

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      brushing the underside of rocks
      no stone left unturned
      dirty stains and pocket voids
      left to all be cleansed by hand

      a newness to life
      it’s so real for me now
      i see you across the meadow
      give me your hand
      let us walk together

      a springtime robin calls to you
      from high above he floats
      the sun beating against your neck
      like warmth against your wings

      the newness of now
      like never before
      and never again
      share with me this moment

    • #14136

      that one seems a little more happy than your previous ones :)

    • #14137

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      that one seems a little more happy than your previous ones :)[/quote:32ru2o0m]

      yeah, i’m done with sad (for now) :P

    • #14138

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ that’s good to hear :)

      I like that poem, and the box of tears one.

      ………………………..

      Scented leaves dance on the wind
      Dancing to the tune of the seasons
      My heart rests in timeless magnitude
      Rising to the challenge of this art

      The stars sparkling in the heavens
      The sun and moon in endless circles
      The hearts of humankind wavering
      In their hurricanes of desperation

      Sucked into the black holes of the media mass
      Told to buy this then you’ll get some a… :lol: :roll:
      Then when you have it you’ll want more
      An endless search for desires never met

      Searching for peace and quiet
      The answers come to those who wait
      Searching for that eternal peace
      What was once lost will be found

    • #14139

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the whisper in a crowded room
      the truth in a box full of lies
      the whiskers on young cheek
      the embers in a faded fire

      i don’t belong here anymore

    • #14140

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Two continue to play
      games of the heart
      back and forth
      your words are tossed like playing catch
      time in between phrases
      a muse for both?
      discouraging, yet encouraging
      thoughtless thoughts
      words are your power
      knowing how to consume them
      sucked into your black hole
      of nothing more than
      imaginary care and heartfelt
      with no meaning behind them
      no feeling
      for they are…
      just letters
      conformed into
      empty words

    • #14141

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Garden
      Alone and still, a starlit sky
      sprinkled with feathered milk
      the silence is huge
      I wait for the brilliance

      Once the moon appears, awake!
      the garden is again enchanted
      illumination beyond the shade
      I wrap this moment in foil

      The vastness of the black open sky
      beckons me to fly up there
      but I’ll stay with my garden
      in radiance and denial

      Until the time is right
      forging new beginnings
      suspended animation
      waiting for a sign

    • #14142

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      bitter to the taste
      these days have become
      with a steady haste
      she left me all alone

      here in my mind
      i’m running circles around
      i kill myself over time
      a king with the lonesome crown

      batteries once charged
      are now dead as fallen leaves
      crumpled up the pile is large
      if you find me, please don’t leave

    • #14143

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i stand strong in the back
      my red necktie around
      on the right or the left
      cool hardwood below

      i am surrounded by peers
      we stand so we can fall
      you come to play with us
      and try to knock us down

      the circle is getting bigger
      the sound grinding closer
      rolling through the center
      the eclipse of white by black

      only one remains upright
      and you get a second throw
      so hit me with all your might
      yeah knock me down, it’s time to go

    • #14144

      marigold
      Spectator

      Careless creatures casting their lines
      Hooking up their profits
      Greedy smiles on their faces
      Not knowing they will fail one day
      The wall comes crashing down
      When they least expect it
      Keep buffering it up with some mud and straw
      It’ll hold til the next puff of wind
      A trickle of oily rain
      No chance the wall will hold up
      Coming down fast like a ton of bricks
      Time to build a new one
      Something built to be made anew each time
      One that doesn’t need to hold up
      A roof over a shattered society
      The cause and effect of it all
      Wheel of time and cycle of seasons
      Brush the cobwebs from the ruins
      This wall stands the test of time

    • #14145

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      to know is the death of knowing
      to try is the spirit of failure
      to die is to have lived
      to breathe your breath
      is to have spit up blood

    • #14146

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i wish i could tell you something
      something you wanted to hear
      i wish i coudl tell you the truth
      something to last you all year

      i wish you never told me about you
      something to occupy the mind
      i wish i never locked eyes with you
      something far away in time

      i wish i saw it coming
      something so simple and true
      i wish i could speak this idea
      something like i love you

    • #14147

      marigold
      Spectator

      Knowledge of the truth be denied
      What goes around, comes around
      You’ll get your just desserts
      Hanging on the edge of your seat
      Waiting for your turn
      Carousel spinning out of control
      The musicians play on
      Tinker tailor soldier sailor
      Heart breaker, movie-maker
      Selling your soul for the silver screen
      Up on the billboard for all to see
      Your time has come
      Don’t be a fool
      Fall into the trap
      Mess up your life
      ‘til darkness is all you can see
      And it swallows you whole

    • #14148

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Carousel spinning out of control
      The musicians play on
      Tinker tailor soldier sailor
      Heart breaker, movie-maker
      Selling your soul for the silver screen
      Up on the billboard for all to see
      Your time has come[/quote:11dhcmvi]

      to know is the death of knowing
      to try is the spirit of failure
      to die is to have lived
      to breathe your breath
      is to have spit up blood[/quote:11dhcmvi]

      Epic, guys… 8)

    • #14149

      marigold
      Spectator

      thank you… :)

      That poem is about those celebrities that get messed up by the whole hollywood lifestyle…. or something like that…

    • #14150

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      so many roads traveled with you
      your hand in mine
      we walked together
      you always did like the breeze

      so many feelings i’ve felt with you
      your hand in mine
      we touched together
      you always did laugh with me

      so many smiles passed to you
      your hand in mine
      we kissed together
      you always did like my smile

      so many days of beauty with you
      your hand in mine
      we grew together
      you always did love our children

      so much strength you had with me
      your hand in mine
      we climbed together
      you always did love a challenge

      so much hurt you gave to me
      your hand slipped away
      we separated together
      you never did love my misery

      so much time lies ahead of me
      without your hand in mine
      we shall rise together
      you always did inspire me

    • #14151

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Returning to what was
      to subside to unhappiness
      painstaking memories
      what once was is no longer valid
      brings darkness to light
      and light to dark
      switching on and off instantly
      chaos filled with sadness and smirks
      who has the upper hand on emotions?
      depressing thoughts
      who needs meds?
      get in line
      I’m torn
      do I, don’t I
      feel it or push it away?
      temptation to not feel
      ever present
      I choose to feel
      the sun will smile again

    • #14152

      marigold
      Spectator

      This is an old one of mine – written around the time Siamese Dream came out, lol, as you may be able to tell. :roll:

      Tell me now what does it mean
      When the world is spinning round
      Tell me now what does it mean
      When we’re chasing our own shadows
      Try to understand, somehow
      Feel the same, well, no one knows
      Where we will go

      We need time to take a breath
      Take a look at what is happening
      We need time to take a chance
      To hear our hearts beating in rhythm
      And out there, is our world
      Our souls drifting up towards the sky
      Forever young, in unity

      We fail to look and see the sorrow
      All our thoughts are for tomorrow
      Can anybody find the heartbeat
      Of a world and of our dreams
      Lost in time among the seasons
      No longer will we follow
      Take the steps to make a promise
      We just want to be free
      And when we can we will
      Our souls will soar and sing
      Up towards the sky

    • #14153

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hold the crutch up under my arm
      help me to write these lines
      pull me forward using the lifeline
      drag me into your eternal rhymes

      put me high upon a stage
      and watch me tumble down
      for water seeks it’s own level
      and i’m constantly drowning

    • #14154

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      alone i am
      my only salvation
      the only one who understands
      the only one who never leaves

      you will always be there for me
      you will let me cry to you
      and share with you
      the good times

      i love you for you
      you are my light
      my smile force
      my inner delight

    • #14155

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      darkness of the universe
      inviting us in
      lighting the path
      with star shine
      nothing to fear
      fly or walk
      destination where?
      gaining speed
      the chaos ends
      beware
      the doubt you create
      understand it’s presence
      black and white
      yin and yang
      night and day
      balance begins
      we choose
      to feel
      to see
      to believe…
      love
      it’s there

    • #14156

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      people come
      people go
      it’s what I know
      it’s what I have seen
      lies, deceit
      the scars left behind
      coming back to haunt me
      sadness turns to tears
      pushed aside
      to continue on
      yet, forever attached
      Will they leave?
      How can I find my blue sky again?
      Why did it have to leave me?
      feeling done
      no longer want to play the game
      life..it is what it is
      it’s the card I was dealt

    • #14157

      marigold
      Spectator

      Painting these words
      The colours bleed into one
      Distorting the sight
      Running off the page
      Eclipsed by the vacant heart
      Shadows play in half-light
      Mourning the loss
      Broken shapes making no sense
      Move to the crowded room
      Waiting for a masterpiece
      Unveiling some form of truth
      Contemplative pause
      Reflections in their eyes
      A thousand words slipping
      Soaking in the rain
      Inspiration will return
      What is there to lose

    • #14158

      marigold
      Spectator

      Say goodbye
      To the death of it all
      Change is inevitable
      It makes us seem small

      The only constant
      Being in the flow
      The only chance
      To ever know

      All is revealed
      In the blink of an eye
      Have no fear
      There is a reason why

      Forever hidden
      Find it inside
      Go with instinct
      Follow the guide

    • #14159

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a soul so haunted with peace
      lifting a spirit by the hand
      a pain so close to the heart
      nestled right in
      it warms and comforts
      somehow belonging
      sticking like glue

      —————————

      a raised eyebrow and a slight grin
      times knowing one thousand sins
      these moments carried forward within
      and spilled upon the canvas
      now take it all in

    • #14160

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the wind
      it never stops
      rushing over this shell
      this walking cold

      the misery blows toward you
      a sandy dusting
      what is this
      but a nail rusting

    • #14161

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      he had questioned
      learned he became
      but knowing nothing
      was what he wanted

      in the end
      it was his undoing

      maximum capacity reached
      no more to squeeze in
      just to exist and be
      is harder than a bull shit

      in the end
      it was his undoing

    • #14162

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      twine’s unraveled threads
      hang from the basement ceiling
      the moldy light shines
      and swings in memorium

      lasting braids have fallen
      forgotten down below
      on the flooded gravel floor
      threads become fibers

      antecedents no more
      you’re under the bottom floor

    • #14163

      marigold
      Spectator

      No secrets kept hidden
      Be truthful if you can
      Don’t play games
      With the ones who care
      If you fall into a trap
      With the poisoned minds
      Clinging onto your soul
      Let the truth be aware

      ………………………

      I sit alone
      In darkened room
      With red walls
      I wait alone
      For reasoned answers
      With muted tones
      I ask alone
      For peace captured
      Within my heart
      I doubt alone
      For what I cared for
      Within is gone

    • #14164

      marigold
      Spectator

      Take me down
      To the bottom of your heart
      Show me what’s there
      Can you see it?

      A spark of light
      Shining in the dark
      Glowing there forever
      Can you share it?

      A little piece of hope
      Leftover from the past
      Sheltering the moments
      Can you find it?

    • #14165

      good poems guys :)

    • #14166

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Tom Waits – Shiny Things

      Lyrics:

      The things a crow puts in its nest,
      They’re always things it finds that shine.
      Somehow he’ll find a shiny dime,
      Silver twine, from a valentine.
      The crows all bring them shiny things.

      Leave me alone you big ol’ moon,
      The light you cast is just a lighter.
      You’re like the crow, ’cause if it glows
      You’re dressed to go, you guessed, I know,
      You’ll always bring them shiny things.

      Well I’m not dancing here tonight,
      But things are bound to turn around.
      The only thing I want that shines,
      Is to be king there in your eyes.
      To be your only shiny thing

    • #14167

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ we have a lyrics thread now

      a little thought crosses
      over the patterns of the mind
      it weaves its inspiration
      and leaves the mundane behind
      savour the moment
      before its gone
      a fragment of the past
      left all alone

    • #14168

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hmmm, shall i go into the past?

    • #14169

      marigold
      Spectator

      nah, just embrace the future :P

    • #14170

      marigold
      Spectator

      J’ai écrit ce poème il ya longtemps:

      Une petite fleur est froissé
      Les nuages sont le couleur de béton
      Utilisez votre imagination
      Et quittez le monde de tristesse
      Les dunes de sables sont grande
      Trop grande à monter
      Le vagues sont écrasé
      Dans le coeur de l’ocean
      Mais dans mon coeur il ya la paix

    • #14171

      marigold
      Spectator

      Thoughts left to compost
      In the garden of reason
      Digging up the past
      Waiting for the new season
      Sowing seeds in the mind
      Flowering of a new vision
      Allow it to grow in time
      Make a fruitful decision

    • #14172

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my hand in front of me
      find the stairway railing
      black turns to black
      as i blink

      a pale yellow line
      under the door
      provides guidance
      and a purpose

      the wooden planks creak
      beneath my feet
      barely holding my weight
      barely letting go

      and the doorknob is cold
      frostbitten scarring black
      slowly it turns to the right
      releasing the dark

      it’s blinding up here
      as i leave nowhere behind
      retinas wrapped in sharp pain
      so much to see

      so much to do
      goodbye old home
      may your dreamy comfort
      provide shelter for another lost soul

    • #14173

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      something about here
      is familiar to this soul
      a white ghost i roam
      without his tuxedo
      you are all strangers to me
      smiling to feed
      and no i don’t know you
      and no i don’t owe you
      the chance i never started
      a hand never shaken
      the present ripped away
      but i’ll meet your clone
      in another city
      and start it all over
      can you blame me for knowing
      your every waking thought?
      and it makes me wonder
      does the sun ever get this lonely?

    • #14174

      marigold
      Spectator

      Stuck like a magnet
      This moment in time
      Never changing
      It goes on and on
      The same old thing
      Something lost
      The past is broken
      Time never heals
      Our memories
      Are still there
      The emotional scars
      Make us stronger
      If we let them
      Learning lessons
      Evolving

    • #14175

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a baby born into this world
      so beautiful, so gentle
      slowly growing and learning
      it becomes an adult
      things it never wanted to know
      come beating on the door
      at all hours of the night
      nonstop nonstop nonstop
      where is the innocense
      where is the inner child
      where is the happiness
      where the fuck did i go

    • #14176

      marigold
      Spectator

      a bit of a rambling poem that doesn’t really make any sense:

      There is no reason left to define
      We cannot answer till we find
      Cannot cope without the cause
      Cannot hope before we pause

      Into shadows we disappear
      Without purpose we have no fear
      It’s long enough to know
      Can take some time to let it show

      For answers we have no reason
      And love is out of season
      Just pin on these wings
      I have no use for such things

      Flying to an unknown destination
      Take chances on a new sensation
      Does it go anywhere
      And do we care

      Plenty of time to find out
      Tomorrow’s there with no doubt
      Do we lie in wait
      It’s no time to hesitate

      Let it be known
      Let it be shown
      Spilling the echoes out over the grave
      Where buried memories sound all the same

      Nothing stays in constant motion
      Yet everything changes
      The same old shit that people give
      This is not the way to live

      How long will this last
      Wasted days of being falling into the past…..

    • #14177

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hhahh nice randomness. :D

    • #14178

      i like it :)

    • #14179

      Arthur
      Spectator

      a bit of a rambling
      poem that doesn’t really make any sense[/quote:35c4msjf]

      Adding these lines makes it even better… :wink:

      Seriously, nice one. Me likes reading it.

    • #14180

      marigold
      Spectator

      :shock: Wow, thanks guys, maybe I should try this rambling thing more often. :P

    • #14181

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      in and out like a ringing tone
      sin then shout out like a dead moan
      hurry carry those boxes away
      scattered amongst the brave
      they saved the day

      once collected like a jigsaw puzzle
      put together just right
      windy jetstreams pick up and blow across
      peeling the table top clean
      the pieces stick to the wall

      for yourself
      make a nice picture of it all
      blue on red, red on the yellow
      white canvas the colors neverending
      paint your life away

    • #14182

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my mother taught me long ago
      a lot of nothing at all
      but since then i’ve learned
      not to claim to be too tall

      it’s better to be mud upon the shoe
      a frog in biology lab
      sacrifice yourself
      give onto others

      take take take
      is all we do these days
      give to me your eternal soul
      and i’ll make change

    • #14183

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      keep breathing
      keep inhaling the sadness
      keep neverminding
      keep on keeping
      your secrets for another time

      pour a strong one
      pour it down your throat
      pour alone
      pour your misery down
      poor you

    • #14184

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      one hundred thousand miles away
      eighteen hours apart
      synced up in rhythm
      together we roam
      where do we go from here?
      time will tell
      we’ll continue to grow
      time doesn’t separate us all
      we’ll continue to sow
      seeds spread long ago

    • #14185

      marigold
      Spectator

      :)

      Just after dark I wrote
      A million episodes of the heart
      Candied caution to the wind

      It speaks helplessly
      To those unaware
      Finding the same page
      Never giving up hope
      Thoughts trapped in prisons

      I’ll stay here with you
      if you don’t mind
      and dance in the dark shadows
      writing down our puzzle pieces
      forever waiting on change

    • #14186

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tired of being treated
      just for your benefit
      tired of not being me
      to help you be sick

      why don’t you hold up the mirror
      instead of me always gazing
      let me walk on by
      you can stop the lazing

      and take a cold hard look
      into your own eyes
      scary i know it is
      sometimes it blinds

      but free me from comforming
      to you
      you are honestly not worth the effort
      are you?

    • #14187

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Just after dark I wrote
      A million episodes of the heart
      Candied caution to the wind[/quote:3b01c53q]
      This is cool :)

    • #14188

      marigold
      Spectator

      Just after dark I wrote
      A million episodes of the heart
      Candied caution to the wind[/quote:2us635be]
      This is cool :)[/quote:2us635be]

      thanks! :) I wrote that one a little while ago, it just sort of came out like that, like many others do. Some take a little bit more effort though – I always seem to get stuck on the endings. :?

    • #14189

      marigold
      Spectator

      Destroying ourselves every day
      Counting down the hours
      Til the end is in sight
      What makes this alright?

      Is there any hope out there
      Is everyone consumed
      Preoccupied with greed
      Taking everything we need

      It makes me sick
      Power playing games one-sided
      We seek through revolution
      Knowing there is no one solution

    • #14190

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      breathe breathe breathe
      breathe into me
      push onto me
      your very warmth

      blow into my being
      swirl around me
      like chocolate and taffy
      caramelize my taste

      let me feel the sand
      as it hits my closed eyes
      your tornado force
      lift me so high

      destroy me
      and throw me
      into
      the next state

    • #14191

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sitting upon the many tables
      sifting through time
      many grains have already
      fallen to rest

      a killer enters the room
      masked in leather
      battleaxe in hand
      closed zipper mouthed

      as the wood rots
      the grains still fall
      the fireplace echoes
      throw another log

      it’s so cold
      tied here in metal chains
      bricks against the back
      head hanging low

      and he comes nearer
      as i spit into his face
      the shadow draws long
      against my short silhouette

      the end comes crashing down
      heads begin to roll
      the lights flicker
      a casual grin passed back

      the duty complete

    • #14192

      marigold
      Spectator

      like chocolate and taffy
      caramelize my taste
      [/quote:2uiaxcfd]

      yum

    • #14193

      blueczarina
      Spectator

      mmm, candy

    • #14194

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      into the shadows
      you disappear again
      running and hiding
      put on your little grin

      because it’s all so funny
      this life we fucking lead
      and no we are not behind
      this little bit i plead

      so set the example
      you goddamn coward
      lower my expectations
      they begin to sour

      nevermind again
      just do as you fucking will
      and may this world
      be the same as it was
      before your abortion as a pill

      goddamn you for living

    • #14195

      marigold
      Spectator

      Am I allowed to post this poem of Billy’s here? (copyright laws etc). I really like this one.

      Courage

      There is of course the courage of a single flower
      Pushing its form thru concrete
      If only to be trampled into dust

      What is worth speaking
      If seeking is death?
      Does meaning become
      Meaningless?

      Summoning up the voice
      To do the will of the soul
      To explore the far reaches of my wonder
      I make the choice to speak

      Is it so simple
      That it’s easy to overlook
      That living is poetry
      And poetry nothing less[/quote:y0ugl249]

    • #14196

      manilla you were on a roll monday.

      i mean i like them all but those stand out more to me.

      i like yours too marigold!

    • #14197

      i have a little fettish
      it’s really quite childish
      a notebook thing
      a journal thing

      i just can’t help my glee
      when i see
      those brand new pages
      just waiting for me

      all clean and new
      asking for ink
      be it pink purple or blue
      what’s a girl suposed to do

      alas it will be my demise
      when i look for a certain piece
      the one about the blue skies
      you know, that one!

      i search and search
      through drawers
      and cabinets
      and closets
      and trunks
      and my purse

      of course!
      it’s in the
      car!

    • #14198

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i have a little fettish
      it’s really quite childish
      a notebook thing
      a journal thing

      i just can’t help my glee
      when i see
      those brand new pages
      just waiting for me

      all clean and new
      asking for ink
      be it pink purple or blue
      what’s a girl suposed to do

      alas it will be my demise
      when i look for a certain piece
      the one about the blue skies
      you know, that one!

      i search and search
      through drawers
      and cabinets
      and closets
      and trunks
      and my purse

      of course!
      it’s in the
      car![/quote:3m3edz9q]

      :P

    • #14199

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      waiting for the day to break
      a cathode tube staring me down
      with a healthy dose of awake
      body is tired and yet still moving
      so many things left undone
      still stuck upon all the stucco
      may it come crashing down
      and remove this nightdream
      the prelude to my daydream
      waiting for the day to break

    • #14200

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      dr. suess once told me
      to formulate a pattern of rhyme
      dr. suess also sold me
      on his books

    • #14201

      Arthur
      Spectator

      dr. suess once told me
      to formulate a pattern of rhyme
      dr. suess also sold me
      on his books[/quote:299ucbzw]
      :lol:

    • #14202

      marigold
      Spectator

      I dream of answers
      I dream of ideas
      I seek a promise
      I seek the truth

      A forgotten key
      A remembered smile
      The forgotten search
      The remembered dreams

      Promise of an answer
      The idea of truth
      Search for dreams
      Forget to remember

    • #14203

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tell me up front what you really want from me
      just know that i am selfish
      am i selfish for revealing such?
      i don’t know you anymore
      maybe just maybe
      i never did
      maybe just maybe
      i have no desire to be your friend
      you take too much of me
      when the pile is already scattered leaves
      barely covering the ground
      a gentle wind could erase me
      and still
      you want more
      well how about you wait til next fall
      maybe i’ll give you a call
      but knowing me
      no i won’t
      you’re right
      now go find another pile to eliminate
      rake it together
      build it up
      run and jump inside
      have your fun
      completely destroying something
      and when you are doing this
      just leave me the fuck alone

    • #14204

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the beauty in her eyes
      became compromised
      a slightly blurred perception
      for which exists no correction

    • #14205

      marigold
      Spectator

      suffocated by the strangeness
      wounded inside
      there’s no connection
      the reasons still hide

      not knowing where to go
      upside down spinning around
      pushing pulling another direction
      what is there to be found

    • #14206

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      someday
      and maybe soon
      i’ll need to go away
      and maybe for awhile

      i’ll go it alone
      a new way for me
      but the only way i can see
      for now

      please don’t wait up for me
      because baby can’t you see
      i may not be
      coming home

      i’ll push the beads aside
      and walk into your room
      you won’t be there
      but i’ll have a look around

      to see things about you
      i already knew
      things about you
      that still hold true

      please don’t wait up for me
      because baby can’t you see
      i may not be
      coming home

      and when you return
      the door will be left open
      a cool breeze will flow
      from your hand to the window

      and that’s my exit
      so you always know
      i was once here
      but now a ghost

      please don’t wait up for me
      because baby can’t you see
      i may not be
      coming home

    • #14207

      marigold
      Spectator

      A song! :D

    • #14208

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      :P

    • #14209

      marigold
      Spectator

      Some poems I’ve dug out from a few years ago:

      The River
      The water drags in the middle
      Sinking down beneath the willow
      The stones below are smooth
      And the fish swim in for a closer look

      Their eyes bulge out glaring
      One gulp of water they swallow
      Then off into the bubbling rapids
      Grasping roots climbing the bank

      The mud clings and water drips
      Slippery earth gives way
      The grass is long and slimy
      Burrows hiding behind the stems

      Hidden creatures stir
      Amongst the mud and grass
      Only coming out at night
      To wander where they may

    • #14210

      marigold
      Spectator

      Black
      A hole in the void of space
      Black nothingness in the empty sky
      Stars plucked off the blanket
      A new moon taking flight

      The moon calls to the sun
      To give it the sign to awake
      The sun sleeps in other worlds
      We dream before the sky reflects

      Reflections of the sun in the moon
      Winter’s gaze looks down on June
      The buds appear to peep outside
      The silver frost returns again

    • #14211

      marigold
      Spectator

      Searching
      What lies inside your heart?
      The dreams you dare to awake
      The dark shadows lying within
      The desire that never dies

      Is it further than your mind can reach?
      Can your soul be strong enough?
      Listen to your inner strength
      A guiding voice that needs to speak

      Find the calm within your heart
      Ask your soul to find the way
      Take a chance to end the struggle
      A step forward into the unknown

    • #14212

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      please won’t you introduce yourself
      please won’t you let me let you
      down down down
      hi my name is you

    • #14213

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from
      there is a pattern here
      something to take away from

    • #14214

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      “Three Headed Dragon( The Missing Pages 105-189)”

      The Three headed dragon comes for you
      In the dark space of jealousy it creeps
      Into your spine it comes with a needle in your back
      To embed the mirror of your infidelities
      It turns you paranoid and blank
      The leaves will cry once it is over
      The grass whispers at the sheer thought of it.
      The love you wanted will never be granted
      As long as you float on the dividing line of the sky.
      Into the sky of masterful fiction and damning puppets.
      The first one kneels before you while the other whispers secrets all can hear.
      It’s not a lie when all can see the sun as the moon rises.
      The stars shone bright like razors in the sky.
      God turns on us with his wicked smiles and grandeur chuckles.
      He send his wrath our way for all to navigate.
      Fleeing it fear we hope to be the only ones on the sea.
      Where all dreams come true when the air is fresh tonight.
      We can marvel that of all the lies in the world
      Can be taken into account if we just had a map
      Because even though the two dragons have their hold on me.
      Tempting me with their treasures from within
      I can still fathom at the diamonds beneath
      And head South to finally catch my mind.

      sorry about the ridiculous title. :lol:

    • #14215

      marigold
      Spectator

      I like the title. :)

    • #14216

      marigold
      Spectator

      Sounds of summer drift away
      Burnt amber rustling in the wind
      Moon charms and sunkissed dreams
      Pleasures derived from simple things

      Clouds on the horizon
      Hollowed out landscapes
      Burning away as sacrifice
      We enter the wintry realm

      ……………………………………….

      In the ethers tragic here I lie
      Aurora crackling in the sky
      A slumber deeper than the thought
      Of a prize that could never be bought

      Gossamer strands holding still
      Tied to the promise of my own will
      To the further fields we’ll go
      Crossed with a black and white rainbow

      Burnt with innocence
      Blamed with consequence
      There’s peace somewhere other than here
      Seeking solace far away but so near

      (yes, slightly SP inspired)

    • #14217

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if i laid down
      i would want you with me
      if i gave up
      i want you gone
      but i’m still here
      and you’re not around
      so does that mean
      check?

    • #14218

      marigold
      Spectator

      Why is it hidden
      Something under the covers
      Feelings swollen with pregnant faith
      It knows no boundaries
      Disregards imperfections
      Shadows of doubt
      Darken the truth
      Keep the arrows of indecision
      Locked away in time
      Distant light on the horizon
      It’s a new day
      With new consequences
      Murmurs of the past finding strength
      What you know now
      Bound up in these tangled webs
      The waves of discussion
      An ocean so wide
      We’ll make it across
      A droplet of hope lies in wait
      Asleep til the time is right
      Wake up
      Its time to go

    • #14219

      marigold
      Spectator

      Something borrowed from the past
      Can it be forever broken
      Time zone wavelength
      Correlation hits the spot
      Continuum ad infinitum
      Broken into segments
      The arc finds its way
      A diversion in time
      Split off to another dimension
      Pick up on the vibration
      A thought trapped in the mind
      Keep it there for now
      While the sun still shines
      Save it for a rainy day

    • #14220

      marigold
      Spectator

      Visitors

      Strange beings
      These humans
      Some in a rush
      Some sit around
      Doing nothing
      And they eat
      Everything up
      On the land
      In the seas
      Very wasteful
      And smelly too
      Lets leave these
      Strange beings
      To their own mess

    • #14221

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      this blanket of sadness
      fills my every day
      one blue one pink
      one yellow
      they try to keep me okay

      and they do all right
      these little friends of mine
      suppressing the feelings
      controlling the happy
      you know i’m just fine

      but underneath this skin
      and behind this smile
      lies a crooked little man
      a desperate tiny person
      getting lost in the many miles

      so please keep adding on
      like i said, i’m all right
      til one day the weight breaks
      and my back collapses
      resisting with all my might

    • #14222

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      one more spoke
      falls off the wheel
      one more ox
      falls prey to the dust

      this sun bleached canopy
      stands against the wind
      barrels and canvas bags
      a new direction

      head out west
      where the sun is always shining
      head out west
      we will get there one day

      rocks and pebbles underneath
      the soil a dry and cracked face
      traveled upon not by foot
      blistering and dessicated

      no one ahead
      no one behind
      just us and these wheels
      we will get there one day

      head out west
      where the sun is always shining
      head out west
      we will get there one day

    • #14223

      marigold
      Spectator

      Looking out of the skylight
      Secret whispers of the clouds
      Bringing the past to light
      As the shadows disappear

      Looking out over the sea
      Something on the horizon
      Beckoning, to guide me
      And leave the past behind

      Looking for further clues
      Something in the surrounds
      Blinded by what to choose
      A new way, a new chance

    • #14224

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gently it slides in
      click click
      do you know?
      no, it’s the key they gave me. it should work.

      skeleton to the light
      looks all right
      back in it goes
      click click

      the stairway begins to creak
      immediately the future looks bleak
      c’mon hurry up!
      it’s not me! it won’t work!

      let’s try another door. hurry.
      slips and falls, a pity
      the darkness swallows whole
      rolled into a ball

      downstairs it goes
      bouncy bouncy bouncy ball
      the children who should not
      own you now

    • #14225

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      in and out of the windstream
      my consciousness
      your presence in and out of mind
      dead by my side

    • #14226

      marigold
      Spectator

      This sacred land
      Of snow and forest
      Green hills and valleys
      And mists that cling
      Still the echoes sound
      Ancestors’ voices
      Painting their new lives
      With the land as canvas
      Handing down stories
      Carving out traditions
      Creating their memories
      Weaving their journey

    • #14227

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Oh here another
      reminder
      past presenting
      future?
      Am I wrong?
      Am I right?
      Did I lose?
      Or just change?
      Is change ok?
      Who knows the answer?
      don’t know if I do
      suck it up
      selfishness
      bringing life
      lost me
      or am I the real me?
      Who am I really?
      I have a name
      and many thoughts
      Wrong am I there?
      Right am I here
      but am I wrong?
      living
      believing
      doing for me
      feeling torn

    • #14228

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      she said goodbye
      eyes closed and opened wide
      looking up with a tear crushed eye
      hair brushed to the side

      her silhouette walked away
      off to find another day
      leaving him so far away
      no words were left to say

      all the pain had soaked in
      and all the words were spoken
      and with each spirit broken
      you hold on to a little token

      a little reminder slight perfection
      insignificant immense reflection
      that points out costly imperfection
      carry with you to next destination

    • #14229

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all the pain in the world
      served up on a dish
      everyday
      the same old menu
      grown stale it has
      but you must
      swallow it down
      to get to the next plate
      and someone in the kitchen
      is making jello

    • #14230

      marigold
      Spectator

      Hope dies on its own
      Towards the land’s end
      Standing at the edge
      Fears circling above

      Choosing direction
      Blissfully unaware
      Answers to be given
      Along this journey of fools

      Step off into the unknown
      Freefalling feeling
      It’s a long way to go
      And no one ever knows

      Go to hell and back
      Cleanse away the pain
      What a sacrifice to make
      To find what you seek

    • #14231

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      these starry days and sunny blotted nights
      let’s tint the windows and cover with ice
      pull up a blanket to show that you care
      give me a wink then sit upon the chair

      drive on by going one hundred miles a minute
      not giving a fuck about the wake or who’s in it
      deafening sonic waves crushing down the asphalt
      don’t you know by now to make everything my fault

      it’s the same old story nothing new to see
      sorry if this bores you as i’m just gonna be me
      keep on reading and i swear i can lose you
      take down some notes to remember who’s who

      and yes it is in one ear and out the other
      pennies fall from the sky to pull us together
      daydreaming gets you everywhere you want to be
      sorta like visa but without the nasty fees

      \"here i go again on my own\"
      there i went again where no one was shown
      windy forces come crashing into your face
      leave again, once and for all, leave without a trace

    • #14232

      marigold
      Spectator

      the universe conspires
      forces against us
      there’s no connection
      a theme to discuss

      find a way in
      try each doorway
      what’s left to find
      nothing but hearsay

      anchored in the cold
      wait to set sail
      what’s the destination
      move onward through the tale

    • #14233

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      same here same queer
      something gives again
      takes away tugging to tight
      the knot ever frictionized
      wrap it around your leg
      tie it to a concrete block
      throw that shit overboard
      sink down to the bottom
      air bubbles rising and escaping
      doesn’t even matter
      empty and alone
      a corpse on the seashelf
      crawled into a seashell
      turned into a hermit crab
      pulling my house around through the sand
      this weight is too much
      do i dare go back to the surface?

    • #14234

      marigold
      Spectator

      This desolate and broken place
      A haunting echo of a dream
      Reminiscent of another time
      Where no one hears you scream

      Observing the deep shadows
      Fog swirling above the trees
      Atoms of chaos colliding
      In the memories of our needs

      So swallow it down
      This attempt to shut it out
      And when the time comes
      There’ll be no chance to doubt

    • #14235

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      with your hands in your pocket
      you can reach down deep
      and grab your only change

    • #14236

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i once caught a dream
      in my hands it floated around
      inside a bubble
      effortlessly weightless

      i once caught a disease
      in my hands it was so heavy
      covered with black moss
      sinking me down

      the dream was called childhood
      and it was free and unknown
      the disease was called love
      and it costs more each time

    • #14237

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the time the clock stopped
      the hands pointing around
      no more energy to turn gears
      no more energy left inside

      holds a perfect picture
      without a snapshot
      just observe the time
      it never changes

      one moment frozen in time
      never to be repeated
      carried on through the ages
      the time the clock stopped

    • #14238

      marigold
      Spectator

      Fragments of a dream
      Following a sign
      Beneath the doubting moon
      Echoing in rhyme

      A sense of loss awoken
      Too late to start again
      Give it a chance
      Nothing left to remain

      Whispers to the stars
      Falling down to earth
      Burnt up in the reality
      Find out what its worth

    • #14239

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it was like finding gold
      at the bottom of the pan
      such unexpected feelings
      this was not part of the plan

      to look into those eyes
      holding a power over me
      gentle touches gave way
      we made love, so softly

      and now, like an empty glass
      spilled across the table
      an exploded dying heart
      another storytime fable

      inside, my heart was bleeding
      burning bitter black blood
      til it filled up my veins
      like walking around in the mud

      still getting dirty all the time
      now the cleaners just wear off
      so stained for eternity i am
      my soul tattooed by your love

    • #14240

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i wrote your name
      under a moonlit eve
      down on a piece of paper
      yellow stained
      and then carefully folded
      i placed it in an envelope
      and a black raven took flight
      after seven years
      he returned
      holding that same letter in his beak
      though this time
      there was no envelope
      only tear stained yellow paper
      and your name bleeding
      into the word goodbye

    • #14241

      marigold
      Spectator

      Emotions a tangled piece of mesh
      Wrapped around the heart
      Don’t let it get too tight
      Free yourself from these binds

    • #14242

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      “The Solstice of Eyes, Just a Dead Reminder”

      Just a glance from my autumnal tomb
      Woken up from my everyday slumber
      You were there, my guiding light
      You glistened and sparkled all dressed in white
      While I sat the contrast of your fears
      Crying for the wind whispers wonders,
      Thoughts of how even ones without hearts can break.
      Though your mind compresses at those forbidden
      Your dead eyes give me even the slightest comparison.
      You glance for hope I wish to make numb in my mind.
      But the arrangements have been wrong since the great plunders
      Have put me under the weight of the ocean for the pressure keeps me under.
      It’s a soft blanket that questions my flaws at night
      and saves me from the follies of life.
      So hard to be happy unless a grace from your presence is just out of question?
      When first our eyes happened upon first glance
      Disarming me with such a lovely light, I couldn’t help but stare.
      You pulled me in, but why must your heart be so blind?
      Your eyes tell me of lure and dream of a life of more.
      All the treasures of the land sparkle to you if you have the time to look.
      To just take second and marvel others beauty but your own.
      Though your eyes change with the monthly phases often gravitating you to the wrong
      Making your decisions based on the Devil’s beauty of desire.
      While I may just be another to be caught in your radiance and the machine of your mind.
      I must say that while your dreams are shattered reminisce of our once sacred future.
      How My heart jumped into your presence but is now replaced,
      We could have been like the sands of time and watched the world grow old,
      With and die in front of us, everything around us growing but us, never changing.
      Our shielded light from the moons ghostly presence ellipses’ us from knowing.
      But you must always be like the eclipse of a waning crescent,
      When minds and feelings disappear, you become like an ice crystal,
      Cold to the touch and always a constant reminder of no matter how beautiful,
      You will always be just as fragile as a mid-autumns Harvest Moon.
      Always distant from my grasp and how I marveled at your looks,
      You will always be the forbidden apple of my desire.
      Forever wanting to press my lips against yours but, both our blood has run cold.
      Like the broken mirror dusty and abused, broken and discarded,
      Our reflections remain anonymous as long as the fragments stay silent.
      Their thorns of ones they hurt covered up by the blossoms of flowers.
      Grown of tears and ashes of nightmares and goals that had fallen.

      now this one is way too long. :lol:

    • #14243

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      wow great phrasing. awesome. :shock:

    • #14244

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      come on over
      deliver unto me
      the poisoned news
      then take it away again
      leave me alone
      let is sink in
      it just feels right
      here in my despair
      to digest solo
      to manifest so low
      your back is turned
      please keep walking
      i don’t want you to see
      a man in this state of mind

    • #14245

      Arthur
      Spectator

      .
      .
      POETRY IN MOTION
      .
      .

    • #14246

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      best post in this thread…

      8) :lol:

    • #14247

      marigold
      Spectator

      :shock: I didn’t realise that was you in the helicopter that day Arthur :oops: :lol:

      ……….

      Balance of opposing thoughts
      Movement between rhythm and form
      Thriving in the midst of chaos
      Yet skimming on the surface

      Turn towards the sun
      Bathe in this circumstance
      Reflecting abundant generosity
      Look into the face of expression

      The expression in the heart
      The time has come to make things right <— oops (stolen lyric)
      The surface has only been scratched
      Bring it out into the light

    • #14248

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Grateful for every day
      yet selfishly not sure
      whether tomorrow really matters
      or not any more
      some of the sweetest things
      taste so bitter
      sweet
      bitter
      sweet and bitter
      grateful for every day
      A soft hand reaches out
      you can’t quite reach it
      a blade slices down
      to cut cut cut
      kill off that chance
      comfort in pain
      tomorrow we do it
      over again
      Grateful for every day
      poor or pay
      so little to say
      another new day
      whatever to say
      Loved to the core
      held oh so tight
      it’s never enough
      to challenge life’s fight
      yet around the sphere turns
      turn baby turn
      around it shall turn
      the burn
      Grateful for every day

    • #14249

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      nice one dizzy. ty for sharing.

    • #14250

      marigold
      Spectator

      Keep it inside
      Bottled and corked
      While it festers
      A complicated mess

      What is left to say
      Will it be heard
      A rough landing
      On common ground

      Get up and walk on
      Continue on another path
      Detach from this feeling
      Find some valid meaning

    • #14251

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i close my eyes
      and think upon death
      he’s there with me
      riding shotgun
      my only passenger

      before i know it
      time slows to a crawl
      i glance left right
      and see nothing
      but feel everything

      inertia takes hold
      spinning out of control
      head on into the wall
      upside down in the air
      going for a crash landing

      wish me luck

    • #14252

      marigold
      Spectator

      Trapped in a shell
      A fortress of pain
      Fire engulfs every cell
      Then droplets appear
      A kind of distraction
      A mystery unsolved
      Trying to function
      When it’s all too much
      Blocking the idea
      Put it out of the mind
      Live without fear
      Get out of the trap

    • #14253

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the sun rises another day
      another chance to make my way
      and how to give thanks for this change?
      sleep til six til the sun turns gray

      paralyzed in sleep boredom
      can’t even get out of bed for you
      but i can do a whole lot of nothing
      if but only for anyone but me

      go to the store
      walk aimlessly
      that’ll be one million dollars
      do you want paper or plastic?

      give me paper please
      so that i may cut myself
      free myself from this reality
      float away to yet another day

    • #14254

      marigold
      Spectator

      So distant
      And no reply
      Fading away
      There’s no goodbye
      Are you receiving
      Am I still here
      Trying to understand
      Why you’re still there
      On and off
      See who’s there
      With another name
      You know I care
      In circles we go
      Starting over again
      No reason to wait
      Where do we begin?

    • #14255

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      like a pendulum
      time came swooping down
      and swept you up and away
      coming back to the middle
      then gone again
      riding so high so fast
      leaving me staring into the sun
      your silhouette against that big black ball
      it blinds me
      so i guess i’ll let you go
      riding far away into space
      but always coming down again
      a gentle reminder
      that i’m not like you
      i’m grounded and undead
      staring at the sun
      for eternity

    • #14256

      Arthur
      Spectator

      A fortress of pain[/quote:35oz1hwa]
      This is already a poem on its’ own… wow… 8)

    • #14257

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ haha thanks! :)
      …………………..

      Sometimes the inspiration fails
      Gathering dust in the mind
      Thoughts covered with the noise
      Simple ideas left to stagnate

      A past sorrow, a future hope
      Anger towards all that is wrong
      Pass through the masquerade
      A façade hiding the truth

      It’s a heavy weight to bear
      Just put me out of my misery
      We’ll walk together to the cliff top
      I’ll lose you along the way

      Did you stop to smell the roses?
      Did their scent bring back a memory?
      The waves crash below in fury
      Destroying what’s left of hope

      But look, a pathway leading down
      Leading to a narrow ledge
      Sit and wait for something, somewhere
      Is there anything, anywhere?

    • #14258

      marigold
      Spectator

      http://bootless.net/mouse.html

      Down
      We go far
      Into the depths
      Finding ways there
      Darkness enveloping all
      Groping about for the answers
      These steps taking us down further ………………………. ——–
      Deep into the basement of our minds where we find a | box |
      …………………………………………………………………………. ——–

    • #14259

      Arthur
      Spectator

      thoughts of jaggy I

      misled is the brain
      that wants
      me to want me
      that’s
      who we are

      I’m wood
      like fire
      like glass and stone
      like water
      and you sail my flames
      why?
      I’m not the one
      to tell you that I’m moving
      and you’re not?

      truth
      is in the 7 words
      that we both don’t dare to speak
      so shut up and dance
      dance our dance in the fading sunlight
      dance my brains on the concrete
      and I’ll cut your silence
      in half

    • #14260

      Arthur
      Spectator

      thoughts of jaggy II

      the hunt
      is on
      the bass is pumping
      running, evolving
      running, reaching
      kadeng, kadeng
      the smelly fur of the jaguar

      jumping, claws pointing
      nails in my eyes

      eat me alive, my friend
      I’m ready, I’m done

    • #14261

      Arthur
      Spectator

      😯 I didn’t realise that was you in the helicopter that day Arthur :oops: :lol:
      [/quote:3cbodrmx]
      You guys post so extremely fast here, I missed this one! :lol:

      But yeah, that beautiful poem of yours was hard to miss, presented like this… :oops: :lol:

    • #14262

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thoughts of jaggy II

      the hunt
      is on
      the bass is pumping
      running, evolving
      running, reaching
      kadeng, kadeng
      the smelly fur of the jaguar

      jumping, claws pointing
      nails in my eyes

      eat me alive, my friend
      I’m ready, I’m done[/quote:i4bebwce]

      i like this jaggy view

    • #14263

      marigold
      Spectator

      But yeah, that beautiful poem of yours was hard to miss, presented like this… :oops: :lol:[/quote:3m6nzjnv]

      thank you :) :oops:

      I’m wood
      like fire
      like glass and stone
      like water
      and you sail my flames
      why?
      I’m not the one
      to tell you that I’m moving
      and you’re not?
      [/quote:3m6nzjnv]

      I like this, more please! :)

    • #14264

      marigold
      Spectator

      Sounds of sorrow-stars swooping down to barren ground
      The centre of the earth opens up to swallow them whole
      Echoes of their message go out to those who listen
      Following their goodbyes to all that is destined to be

      And worlds return as the phoenix rises from the ashes
      A paradox lying in wait for time’s grim reality
      Will the sun ever set on that synthetic smile
      Those tears rain down creating pools of sadness

      Denying our chance of stepping across this dimension
      A vision of a void so carelessly created
      The universe contemplates each insignificant moment
      And shadows devour small subconscious lines

      Launch a boat onto this river of inspiration
      Floating down passing by rhymes and reason
      Prophetic harmonies beckoning us on as one
      Our origins are as simple as a seed of truth

      We follow this natural instinct to the end

      :!: :?:

    • #14265

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a spirit so strong
      turns inward
      and swallows whole
      and spits out a ghost

      people see you and run
      when all you want
      is to walk unseen
      the words unspoken

      about this earth
      you float around
      each day reminds you
      of yesterday

      are you already dead?
      disconnected routinely
      from any reality
      this smile hurts me

    • #14266

      marigold
      Spectator

      Read the news it’s all fake
      Swallow this info
      Does it fulfil you?
      As you go about your day
      And at the end you need more
      What will make you whole?
      Is there something else?
      Wrap it around
      Choke on it
      Breathe into another life
      To see, to strive, to touch
      Just to keep yourself alive

    • #14267

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      pushed back
      hands against the wall
      with tears in your eyes
      running down the back alley

      just advertising your sadness
      could get you killed
      the darkest alley gives you hope
      as you catch a quick breath

      but soon enough
      they’ve found you again
      the grins chasing you in the air
      the puddles splashing as you move

      people people people
      everywhere there are
      some bodies
      some bodies
      some bodies

      some bodies without you

    • #14268

      marigold
      Spectator

      I am subconscious
      I am feeling
      I am real
      I am like mortar
      And like water
      I can slip right through
      Your fingers
      I am ageless
      I am me

    • #14269

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      up and down
      and in and out
      the notes you hit
      feed my inner soul
      it’s up to you
      whether or not
      to continue
      such elegance
      contained inside
      such an imperfect shell
      screaming out
      pain it bubbles
      to the surface
      and i listen
      and i hear
      and i feel
      and i know
      i’ve been there before
      i’m right there with you
      keep your lips moving
      for me and not for you
      selfish as it seems
      keep me going
      and if you are going to drown
      i shall sing
      to you
      a lullabye
      to keep you afloat
      nevermind the others
      it’s just you and i

    • #14270

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      balloons knots open up wide
      release a golden nugget
      into this sewer
      and let it float down
      turn the 90 degrees
      spitfire engines spinning
      that one had some mustard on it

    • #14271

      marigold
      Spectator

      :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

    • #14272

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the mirror questions

      who is this laughing
      what do you do
      when you open your eyes
      where you see nothing but defeat
      why can’t i make it stop
      if but just this once

    • #14273

      marigold
      Spectator

      Iron out these wrinkles in time
      Stolen away from the past
      Can you keep a secret?
      A story in your pocket
      These ancient ways once ruled
      And chaos paved the way
      Making choices every day
      A chance for the future
      Did you pay attention
      The implosions distract from sense
      Once awoken we don’t look back
      You can’t stop us now

    • #14274

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my tears have stopped flowing
      as i have moved through the turmoil
      into another dimension of reality
      where i am too weak to cry

      it is becoming easier to escape
      all this time spent wondering
      inside my head is spinning
      like a pinball wizard fumbling

      constantly in motion
      while never moving an inch
      hitchhiking down cerebral highway
      but no cars are stopping

      and my head hangs low
      for i am not strong anymore
      these burdens i cannot bear
      these dreams i cannot seek

      hold my hand if you dare
      and i can take you, take you there
      to a place that’s full of misery
      heartbreak, sorrow, and despair

      another piece of dust settles
      for i am gathering moss
      and the journey now over
      becomes yet another loss

    • #14275

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      push push away
      hide my head in my hands
      i don’t want you to be real

      but if i take a quick glance
      just as curiosity killed the cat
      i can feel your presence

      it’s as though
      you’ve been here all along
      waiting patiently

      well the time has come
      crawling to you on my knees
      won’t you hold me please?

    • #14276

      marigold
      Spectator

      Fragmented light cast
      Making up a pattern
      Glimpses of symbols
      Hidden in the background
      Leading on to somewhere
      A path to the unknown
      A treasure so great
      Found within the soul

    • #14277

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i’m the missing puzzle piece
      but i don’t quite fit
      even if i was in your hands
      you’d toss me aside
      to find and easier fit

      you don’t quite understand me
      my thoughts and words scare you away
      i’m just being someone i love
      and that’s all you could ever ask for
      but no one loves garbage

      so refuse me

    • #14278

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i don’t go out anymore
      i don’t worship your god
      i don’t know who i am
      i don’t party hard
      i don’t have friends
      i don’t work hard
      i don’t know you
      i don’t love you
      i don’t remember your name
      anymore

    • #14279

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      1,000 horseflies buzz around
      the fan slowly stirs the stagnant air
      liquid droplets fall from your skin
      to the steamy streets below

      swat at the flying buzzers
      they may never leave you alone
      merely a precursor
      for the 7 year locusts

      the ground is pummeled by the sun
      dessication cracks form under your feet
      the electricity of the moment
      has burned out like a dying star

      everything remains so calm and still
      you can eat the air
      fall to the ground with your last stance
      baked eternity swallows you whole

    • #14280

      marigold
      Spectator

      Breathe just to make youself real
      Look around to find yourself already there
      Reach out just to see what you feel
      Listen within to sense what you hear

    • #14281

      marigold
      Spectator

      You stole her away
      But now she reappears
      A silent ghost in the shadows
      A flicker in the corner of the mind’s eye

      This faint reminder
      Of all our hopes and fears
      Distorted and fallen
      Yet impenetrable and unbroken

      She waits there for me
      Until the fog is clear
      The daydream fades away
      To bring forth a sacred intention

      A faith lit up in silence
      A beacon guiding you near
      An invitation to start this creation
      Awakening, overcoming, a transformation

    • #14282

      marigold
      Spectator

      Thousands upon thousands
      Spread out above
      Twinkling and laughing
      Messages sent from eons ago

      Spheres of gaseous existence
      Sprinkling the sky
      Guides for the ancients
      Burning up the night

      Following their patterns
      Created creatures cast away
      Legends of battles and lost loves
      Stories turned into myths

      Following a half-moon
      The mourning star rises
      The night is over
      Invisible suns shine on

    • #14283

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      runnin right
      while you turn left
      always playing catch up
      to you

      you were always in control
      i just couldn’t see
      from way down here
      next to the seats

      i wanna take the next exit
      but you ignore the request
      swat me to the back
      have another laugh

      i think i just might hate you
      you would be the only one
      for this reason alone
      you’ll never let me go

      always in control

    • #14284

      marigold
      Spectator

      Walking away
      These dreams turned to dust
      All these grand designs
      Planned out years ago

      Be careful what you wish for
      What is it you really wish for?
      Do you dare to dream again?
      Start anew from the beginning

      Throw away everything
      Create a fresh idea
      Something that makes sense
      Something to hold onto

      Not knowing what it is
      What plan to make
      The future is too uncertain
      The past is a mistake

    • #14285

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Walking away
      These dreams turned to dust
      All these grand designs
      Planned out years ago

      Be careful what you wish for
      What is it you really wish for?
      Do you dare to dream again?
      Start anew from the beginning

      Throw away everything
      Create a fresh idea
      Something that makes sense
      Something to hold onto

      Not knowing what it is
      What plan to make
      The future is too uncertain
      The past is a mistake[/quote:1nt9u0m3]

      :cry:

    • #14286

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      things so much easier
      when it rhymes
      things so much better
      when it’s this time

      it comes in fours
      it comes in a flurry
      it comes in a wave
      it comes in blurry

      easy to digest
      hard packed backing
      later to cleveland
      into this evil dwelling

      what the fuck
      i thought i said to rhyme
      you stupid fucking bastard
      maybe next time

    • #14287

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      two pills away
      some more soma
      two pills away
      from certain coma

      one day from
      the end of it all
      one day from
      goodbye to ya’ll

      just one more
      i can take it
      just one more
      leave me alone

    • #14288

      marigold
      Spectator

      As the moon sets
      The sun awakes far away
      Rising for what purpose
      To begin his day

      All this time to pass by
      Shining for what its worth
      A thirst for the rain
      A hunger within the earth

      The moon doesn’t sleep in bliss
      No dreams in this reflection
      Wondering where to go
      Sensing through intuition

      Gliding through the sky
      The echoes of their glory
      Night and day, the same
      Fate lies in their story

    • #14289

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      been under for years now
      endless waves passing
      over muted ears
      pulsing out

      once more
      i push to the surface
      to grab a quick breath
      then i go beneath again

      cause i’m used to the cold
      it surrounds my warmth
      and chills me to
      the bone

      once more
      at the surface again
      i inhale a moment early
      and swallow the salty water

      it chokes me as i cough blood
      slowly turning the sea red
      swimming in a bath
      of tears

      the waves
      don’t know how
      to stop pulsating against me
      once again, i’m down for the count

    • #14290

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      strolling through the sequoia forest
      crunching leaves beneath my feet
      up and walking again with the giants
      who have stood the test of time
      they comfort others with their shade

      nothing is going to hurt me now
      nothing can penetrate this fortress
      except for tiny beams of light
      that break the canopy apart
      to gently warm my neck

      radiant reminders to look up
      and give thanks to those around me
      the bark is so rough against my skin
      confirming that life is pain
      but even here in the forest

      i am not alone

    • #14291

      marigold
      Spectator

      At their promenade stalls
      Stand the merchants of time
      They’ll sell you an hour or so
      It won’t cost more than a dime

      But what will you do
      With those extra grains of sand
      Is it better to live in the now?
      To move on with the day at hand?

      The tide is coming in
      It’s time for them to go
      The merchants pack their wares
      They follow the ebb and flow

      As the restless waves wash over
      Counting endless days of never
      Slowly the time merchants leave
      Effortlessly blending into forever

    • #14292

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      they told me to run
      and so i did
      far away from you
      we drifted apart

      now you are running
      but will never catch up
      my footsteps in the sand
      were washed away ages ago

      and i can’t apologize
      and i can’t stop running
      and i can’t see you
      the sun is setting on us

      isn’t a sunset supposed to be beautiful?
      keep running
      maybe one day
      we could meet again

      on a rock ledge
      and take in this gear meshing
      out of time so much friction
      where are the others…

    • #14293

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      my eyes kissed me goodnight
      and smiled as i wept
      see you soon was echoed
      until then, with my last breath

    • #14294

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it’s just after nap time
      a dash to the door
      outside under the sun
      running circles
      around each other
      only i can’t help
      but feel left out
      in this madness of motion
      spinning on the merrygoround
      i’m getting sick
      with each passing turn
      and i fell on the ground
      and scraped my knee
      think maybe i could use another nap
      i smile as children’s muted voices
      sing me softly back to a slumber

    • #14295

      marigold
      Spectator

      Packing away a keepsake
      A reminder of a place
      Thankful for the memory
      A little piece of history

      Some things to give away
      Throw away this junk
      And other things we share
      Its not as if we care

      So many letters sent
      To distant lands
      Reading back the lines
      Remembering the times

      The writing is untitled
      The words are empty
      Don’t know what they mean
      Never again to be seen

    • #14296

      marigold
      Spectator

      Save my soul from the sellers sold out on salvation
      They’re gathering inside to tell you about the end
      Inside a tale as old as the mountains
      So-called good intentions forming in their minds

      Just leave this safe harbour for the open sea
      Guiding lights fading out far behind
      Searching beneath the canopy of waves
      An echo of the truth somewhere in the deep

      The ancients created these simple secrets
      Using magic from before the dawn of time
      Observing laws written into seed and spirit
      Connecting up the strands of the life web

      Don’t try to fill this void with fear
      Don’t try to fix it with another piece
      This peace is not for everyone
      Just let me find my own way

    • #14297

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      just one more motherfuckin time
      let me find my space within
      been rapping at the door for hours
      but you still don’t hear me

      a sheep grazing in your field
      absent minded absent from here
      if you are the shepherd
      please come guide me

      this cat has landed on it’s back
      for the 10th time today
      they say you get 9 tries
      i must have expired years ago

      a cracked shell shows what’s inside
      well my shell ain’t perfect
      but it’s always protected me
      from you

      i know these games you play
      i just decided not today
      just let me walk away
      with me i will stay

    • #14298

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you didn’t want to hear my song
      cause you have things to do
      well i suppose that’s fine by me
      i’ll close my eyes and pretend you’re near

      i can hear you walking away
      in time to the beat
      did you ever hear me cry?
      as you strolled down the street

      well i sat down to a piano
      and started playing our song
      as it fell upon deaf ears
      i just smiled and played along

    • #14299

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you never know
      what you think you know
      how do i know
      that what you know
      ain’t what you thought you knew?
      cause i know some things
      and something i know
      is that you don’t know
      so
      now you know

    • #14300

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a silent blink
      an empty laugh
      a million pennies
      a distant love
      a broken heart
      a time forgotten
      a friend anew
      a look below
      a lie untrue

    • #14301

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gaze into my eyes
      see me look away
      your head upon my chest
      quiet as we lay
      tall grass is there
      feelings mixed and stolen
      from each other
      hold onto this moment
      the purest second
      of love in my life
      came when i thought
      i’d make you my wife

    • #14302

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      we prey upon the dead
      like evil vultures eating carrion
      we eat what was said
      and use it for conversation

    • #14303

      marigold
      Spectator

      :shock:

      poetry spam! :lol:

      Alive
      The hunger is too much
      Eat this piece
      Just a little morsel
      Tear it off
      A strange taste
      But fulfilling
      Not sure who it was
      Their time was up
      And now they feed
      These hungry souls

      (ew) :lol:

    • #14304

      wow, canibal poem :lol:

    • #14305

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the world full of ones and zeroes
      sometimes 1 plus 1 equals two
      with four eyes glaring back at you

    • #14306

      marigold
      Spectator

      wow, canibal poem :lol:[/quote:3sp9dez0]

      hey, I saw your ‘cannibul’ cake pic! :P :lol:

      The air is stale
      Lifeless in its breath
      There’s no inspiration
      Nothing but death

    • #14307

      marigold
      Spectator

      When pondered on
      Over a length of time
      The mystery is solved
      And so begins the rhyme
      Forming naturally
      A melting pot of ideas
      A gift shared this way
      Brushing away the fears

    • #14308

      marigold
      Spectator

      Shut your mouth
      Open your eyes
      Talk is cheap
      Look to the skies
      Listen carefully
      Feed these fears
      A bitter taste
      To stop the tears
      See the future
      Open your mind
      Sensing a soul
      So cold inside

    • #14309

      marigold
      Spectator

      Does it turn you sour
      Take it or leave it
      Ignore the warning signs
      Choose to receive it
      An artificial vision
      A sickness in the air
      Feeding poisoned minds
      The ones who don’t care
      We’re over the peak
      Tumbling down the other side
      Find another way down
      It will be a bumpy ride

    • #14310

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      surrounded within a circle
      all these empty friends
      shouting epitaphs
      screaming so loud
      i cannot take it all in
      the words resemble something of
      a soggy rainsuit that leaks
      and leaves you shaking in your boots
      carry on down the street
      and buy an umbrella from a fella
      who just asks for your change
      if only i had some change in me
      i’d change all of you
      to keep these rainy days away

    • #14311

      marigold
      Spectator

      Staring out through the bars
      Cautiously finding its way
      The heart beats like pulsing stars
      There’s just no way of knowing
      These simple imperfections
      Finding it hard to believe
      Drawn from flawed frustrations
      A half-framed picture of reality

    • #14312

      marigold
      Spectator

      Fading out in the stillness
      A faint cry to the believers
      Desperate and deserted
      The broken-hearted achievers
      Time to be set free
      Turned loose on the streets
      This is a dangerous game
      Played out with no repeats

    • #14313

      marigold
      Spectator

      A smile, a frown, a wrinkled brow
      Keep it handy to the soul
      A little bit of energy
      To keep the fire burning
      Drink it up some more
      Feed the victims of an inner war
      A clock is ticking somewhere
      Discouraging, dissolving
      Catching up on unreported news
      Patient in the knowing
      A little seed keeps growing

    • #14314

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      she left on a sunday
      her hands holding all her dreams
      even her pockets
      were jingling with promise

      we never saw her again
      assumed all went well
      going about our daily routine
      her presence gone

      until one day at a pawn shop
      our eyes locked on each other
      and all i could do
      was not breath

      wondering where she had been
      she’d never looked better
      happy tears cried from her eyes
      once more she said goodbye

      and left on a sunday…

    • #14315

      marigold
      Spectator

      I step out of the alleyway
      To face the world outside
      Calling out to a passer-by
      Please can you spare some change?

      I need a brand new skin
      I need to fill this empty hole
      I need new shoes to walk in
      I sure could use some change

      Some way to get out of this rut
      Stuck in a cycle of repression
      Finding all the doors shut
      What is it you want to change?

    • #14316

      marigold
      Spectator

      The eagle flies on its sole journey
      Looking down on barren fields
      Empty rivers and toxic seas
      The last bird on its final flight

      Finding a branch of a dying tree to perch on
      He looks out over the deserted land
      The bones left as reminders
      Of a battle no one could fight

      There was no freedom found
      No abundance to share
      Only emptiness in these lands
      The eagle rises and soars into the night

    • #14317

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      dust settles on my eyelids
      hiding in my dark closet
      as trams zoom on by
      i can hear the rain pounding
      broken ringing tones surrender
      a fruitful ending to a never beginning

    • #14318

      marigold
      Spectator

      She walks the labyrinth path
      Spiralling in and out
      Calling on the god of death
      To assist in letting go

      Meandering but determined
      Weaving patterns of life
      Dancing into the vortex
      Returning within herself

    • #14319

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      velociraptor claws
      angel feathers
      heated silence
      carved out patterns
      knife in the back
      a cheetah attack

    • #14320

      marigold
      Spectator

      Lost
      Stuck on this island
      Strange happenings abound
      Jumping back and forth in time
      A monster living underground
      Try to escape the madness
      Not sure who to believe
      Memories from another space and time
      Figuring out another way to leave

      ———————————————

      Once again drifting alone on the sea
      Following wherever the currents may go
      Having no power over their flow
      No way to change it, just let it be
      The tide pulls me in to shore
      An empty beach with dunes to cross
      Finding something that was never lost
      The waves yet to bring something more

    • #14321

      Arthur
      Spectator

      wow guys, is this a poetry battle? :lol:

      thoughts of jaggy III (unfinished)

      I embraced the sun
      I captured the castle
      I exploded my heart to you

    • #14322

      marigold
      Spectator

      thoughts of jaggy I

      misled is the brain
      that wants
      me to want me
      that’s
      who we are

      I’m wood
      like fire
      like glass and stone
      like water
      and you sail my flames
      why?
      I’m not the one
      to tell you that I’m moving
      and you’re not?

      truth
      is in the 7 words
      that we both don’t dare to speak
      so shut up and dance
      dance our dance in the fading sunlight
      dance my brains on the concrete
      and I’ll cut your silence
      in half

      thoughts of jaggy II

      the hunt
      is on
      the bass is pumping
      running, evolving
      running, reaching
      kadeng, kadeng
      the smelly fur of the jaguar

      jumping, claws pointing
      nails in my eyes

      eat me alive, my friend
      I’m ready, I’m done

      thoughts of jaggy III (unfinished)

      I embraced the sun
      I captured the castle
      I exploded my heart to you
      [/quote:ehyx6kxi]
      8)

    • #14323

      marigold
      Spectator

      wow guys, is this a poetry battle? :lol: [/quote:3367496g]

      A war of words
      Through time and space
      Break the continuum
      And keep up the pace
      Many battles not won
      With rules to instigate
      Break the monotony
      And open the floodgate
      Pouring out into the river
      Endless rhymes and riddles
      Catch up with the flow

    • #14324

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      stuck in a holding pattern
      about to open my mouth
      but deep inside i realize
      my words are soaked in doubt

      no one to hear me
      no one to listen
      caught up in a world of chatter
      the words don’t stop spinning

      you tell me your opinions
      even though i never asked
      you tell me i’m wrong
      your knowledge never surpassed

      on and on this will never stop
      a crazy mocking bird sitting on a post
      you are a blood sucking parasite
      and i’m just a host

    • #14325

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you asked me how i was
      and i said i don’t know
      you asked my favorite color
      and i said i don’t follow
      you asked if i cared about you
      the answer is no

    • #14326

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      just gotta let go right this second
      give in to my fears of the day
      inhaling and exhaling tiny breaths
      the anxiety never goes away

    • #14327

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      so cold and lonely
      i need a friend so badly
      won’t you come over
      and squeeze the tar
      from my heart

    • #14328

      marigold
      Spectator

      Like a fallen star
      They find themselves alone
      Empty, withered and betrayed
      I take away the soul
      And find the core
      Half-eaten and rotting
      Their deception lies inside
      Breaking down invisible walls
      Truth shared
      Lies devised
      Fake smiles
      Weary eyes
      A second glance
      Reaching out to grasp
      At nothing

    • #14329

      marigold
      Spectator

      Moulded from the red clay below
      These people came from the earth
      The life force between earth and sky
      Breathed into from their birth

      Forests and mountains held as sacred
      They honour the land and ocean
      To keep their lore alive
      Stories and legends are passed down

      The prow of a boat
      Carved out with a face
      A guide for their journey
      Safe passage to a faraway place

      A green and smooth stone
      Chiseled and worn by the elements
      Once removed and forgotten
      Just one touch reconnects

      The clothes and garments found
      A bag to hold their wares
      Wall hangings in different patterns
      Carefully woven in stories to share

      A whale stranded in the bay
      The bones collected as tradition
      Intricate designs create a treasure
      An ornament or ceremonial weapon

      These stories found in pieces
      In wood, stone, flax and bone
      Histories and memories
      They rest with them alone

    • #14330

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the bottle floats along
      in a sea of drift songs
      the moon as its guide
      shining in endless light
      to wash ashore one day
      inside the message will say
      release me back to the sea
      where no one will ever find me

    • #14331

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      emotions changing who you are
      morphing and mutating
      the pain of it

      here one second, gone the next
      watered down opinions float on by
      little bubbles, popping silently

      i hate what i’ve become to you
      a nothing in your eyes
      a faint fading memory

      i love who i once was
      but i can never get back
      to the way i used to be

      so i can just write some words
      and hope to relate
      for this lonesome night
      i cannot tolerate

    • #14332

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if i was your mockingbird
      i could sing to you a million songs
      sitting in your little room
      one repetition after the next

      but the beauty undeniable
      each note seamlessly flowing
      even sad songs from time to time
      just to help you weep

      in my feathered arms
      i could hold you forever
      and carry you far away
      across the night

      to a place where we’d sing
      endlessly passing the night
      shiny ribbons flowing in the breeze
      a soft wink to put you at ease

    • #14333

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      an angel floating on air
      dropped below the evening sky
      just to welcome me
      and kiss thee
      once and for all, goodbye

      though you couldn’t be seen
      your presence was all around
      angel wings enveloped me
      as you sang so sweetly
      without ever making a sound

      so up to the heavens i rode
      clinging on ever so tight
      through the clouds we tore
      wondering if there is more
      you have shown me the light

    • #14334

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      slowly moving across the ground
      sidestepping trees in my path
      leaving a trail of dust behind
      a zigzag pattern of my grave

      sticks and stones can break these bones
      but your words could never hurt me
      along i trudge heading somewhere sunny
      your words never fall upon these ears

      dancing from mushroom to mushroom
      i am alone with the forest
      and wet slimy slugs are keeping the beat
      i’ve never felt so at home without you

    • #14335

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      suffocating daily
      lumber rolling logs
      down the river
      ending nowhere
      build a house
      bulid a home
      see the green
      morph into blue

    • #14336

      marigold
      Spectator

      The harbour reflects the grey sky
      Dark clouds are moving in closer
      Trickling raindrops down the glass
      A ferry leaves for the mainland

      The wild forests and tranquil lakes
      Land is glimpsed from across the bay
      Beckoning me over the waters
      Hidden coves where dolphins play

      Moving through the waves
      The ferry takes me there
      A few miles into the heartland
      Taking a dusty road from the pier

      Tangled vines on the hillsides
      Mist hanging over the valley
      Climb up higher to see the view
      Echoes of peace ring out everywhere

    • #14337

      marigold
      Spectator

      There’s a plague spilling over the land
      Wilting everything in its path
      Run away from the death
      Shiver and scream to the edge
      Leaping off into the nightmares below
      No solace found in the dark chasm
      Fires roar and spit out demons
      Chaos ruling the world
      Feeding on the fears
      Naming those who disappeared
      In their vain attempt to wipe out
      The ones who seek control

    • #14338

      Arthur
      Spectator

      thoughts of jaggy IV

      I’m a neon-emo
      I wear a leather jacket
      with a neon skull
      neon skull?
      wtf
      go and don’t change
      chick

      can you imagine
      that’s my little niece
      11 years old
      so cool 8)

    • #14339

      Arthur
      Spectator

      thoughts of jaggy V

      my math teacher sucked my dick
      in the elevator
      blackness framed by my eyebrows
      we walked to the roof
      and pretended to be happy
      I pushed
      he giggled when he went down
      mountains of blood
      and he never stood up

      my secret is
      in the sheets
      I count the wrinkles
      over and over
      fantasy expands
      our ship of slow sailing love
      where I worship my godliness
      in the temple of your body
      where you leave bloody wrinkles
      in my back

    • #14340

      marigold
      Spectator

      :shock: :!:

    • #14341

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the iron gates squeal
      as i push them aside
      cobwebs destroyed
      as if someone lied
      enter the graveyard
      as the fog lights the graves
      move in closer
      to see the many names
      ooo i found a miller
      my distant relative
      says his name was harold
      his name i must have missed
      but behind me i hear
      a twig crack in the night
      i turn around to find
      a scary fright
      no one is there
      just the trees a hummin’
      let’s get the fuck outta here
      before the zombies start comin’

    • #14342

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      driving down middebrook lane
      top down, for once no pain
      the moon as my headlights
      swerving to miss the dead of night

      going nowhere but getting there fast
      wondering if this feeling will ever pass
      smoke one last cigarette to forget the day
      things always ending up the same old way

      \"kill the headlights, and put it in neutral\"
      coast to the edge to get a clearer picture
      the stars constantly looking over me
      and me staring right back, patiently

    • #14343

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      10,000 hours asleep
      trying to forget
      1,000 pills downed
      trying to forget
      1,000,000 beers swallowed
      trying to forget
      100 images inside this brain
      that never forget

    • #14344

      Arthur
      Spectator

      😯 :!:[/quote:g24j8ynw]
      What? :lol:

    • #14345

      marigold
      Spectator

      I really wasn’t expecting the thoughts of jaggy to go that way. :?

    • #14346

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Yeah, well, I have that black shock-rock side too, you know… A sweet, honest guy with a little nasty edge? :lol:

      But yeah, I can understand your reaction, marigold. Sometimes, I like to go beyond the

      1,000 pills downed , to see what is there to explore… Makes me remember a little anecdote… In Highschool, when I wrote for the School newspaper, I wrote a shock-story for the Final Exams edition. It was a psychodelic mindtrip, in which the School Principal was ritually killed by a student. That math teacher thingy actually refers to that story a little, in a way. Anyway, during the Proms speech the School Principal couldn’t help but saying that this years’ edition of the Final Exams newspaper was the weirdest he had ever seen in his career, thanks to some stories he read in it! :lol:

      It’s all mindplay only, please remember that, marigold… :)

    • #14347

      marigold
      Spectator

      Yeah, well, I have that black shock-rock side too, you know… A sweet, honest guy with a little nasty edge? :lol:

      But yeah, I can understand your reaction, marigold. Sometimes, I like to go beyond the

      1,000 pills downed , to see what is there to explore… Makes me remember a little anecdote… In Highschool, when I wrote for the School newspaper, I wrote a shock-story for the Final Exams edition. It was a psychodelic mindtrip, in which the School Principal was ritually killed by a student. That math teacher thingy actually refers to that story a little, in a way. Anyway, during the Proms speech the School Principal couldn’t help but saying that this years’ edition of the Final Exams newspaper was the weirdest he had ever seen in his career, thanks to some stories he read in it! :lol:

      It’s all mindplay only, please remember that, marigold… :)[/quote:30mxoxe5]

      okay then….. I might have a shocking poem for you too…. you mentioning the school teacher and ritual killing reminded me of something…. except it’s a true story….. :shock:

    • #14348

      marigold
      Spectator

      and here you go, not that great, but you get the picture….. :shock: and :(

      Every day you see them
      The little children learning
      Supervising their playtime
      Teaching them to read and write

      And on the weekend
      Visit the cult that brainwashed you
      And sacrifice the baby
      They made you do it

      Only remembering when
      Deep under hypnosis
      The terror and desperation
      If only you could have saved them

      It’s too late to go back
      What’s done is done
      The shame of what you did
      The pain of what you lost

    • #14349

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Satanist? Uncool anyway indeed… :?

    • #14350

      marigold
      Spectator

      yeah :(

      — she was one of my primary school teachers, from when I was 6. She was on this documentary about these cults, they showed her under hypnosis, saying what she had been through. :cry:

    • #14351

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      inside the walls, inside this home
      i feel tired and quite alone
      the only sound that’s heard more
      is the creaking of the floors

      up and down the stairs
      i walk without a care
      the rooms are packed full
      but it feels empty and dull

      won’t you come inside
      i’ve undone my latch
      and take a seat next to me
      we’ll pass the time by falling asleep

    • #14352

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the pressure’s all right
      the feeling is fine
      on this measured night
      everything is in line

      the timing is near
      as if by the lord
      for this heart to be pierced
      and die by the sword

      the blood can spill
      out upon the floor
      and without will
      it will flow some more

      for this heart has died
      touched by some metal
      and although it tried
      the rose lost its petals

      but mourn me not gone
      for many a heart yearn
      it’s just this one pawn
      that chose not to learn

      swallowed up in this world
      the finale is pending
      the fingernails have curled
      and ode to the ending

    • #14353

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you awoke so early
      i decided to make breakfast
      cigarrettes and coffee
      what a tasty exit

      and off you went
      to go about your day
      and back i went
      in the bed i lay

      til you got home
      bringing forth flowers
      now side by side we lay
      gazing upon our ceiling for hours

      and i motion to you
      to call your head in my arms
      it’s all you can do
      to ignore the alarms

      for tomorrow will come
      and leave again you will
      so i’ll keep a soft spot
      inside of my heart, until

    • #14354

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all right it has come
      my package of seaweed
      moist and layered
      it’s all i need

      i’ll wrap you in it
      and see you
      with healthy teeth

      once and for all
      the seaweed

      envelopes

    • #14355

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      once upon a time
      there lived a young boy
      blah blah blah

      he grew up
      and lost all his toys
      blah blah blah

      he thinks that he tries
      but knows that he doesn’t
      blah blah blah

      even in his youth
      he knew that he wouldn’t
      blah blah blah

    • #14356

      marigold
      Spectator

      all right it has come
      my package of seaweed
      moist and layered
      it’s all i need

      i’ll wrap you in it
      and see you
      with healthy teeth

      once and for all
      the seaweed

      envelopes[/quote:srwbrnju]

      you making sushi?

    • #14357

      marigold
      Spectator

      Striving every day to be the best
      Wishing you could just get some rest
      All you can do is sit and stare
      At the ones who dream and dare

      They say that pride comes before a fall
      I’ll be the one to make that call
      Trying to make it, wish me luck
      But if I fail, don’t give a fuck

    • #14358

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tattered jeans
      the same ones from yesterday
      tattooed to these worn legs
      the same ones from yesterday

    • #14359

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      plagued mind
      broken dreams
      never knowing
      anything real
      just swimming
      as if not to die

      but where
      is the destination
      is the dream
      just to keep moving
      if so
      my arms are tired

    • #14360

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      waiting for a call
      waiting for a suprise
      waiting for relief
      the day never comes

      sitting on a tricycle
      the day was too short
      now i sit in my car
      and i can’t wait

      for night to fall

    • #14361

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gross emptiness
      surrounds this wounded body
      a bad connection
      fading left to right
      the sounds never meant
      to sound so distorted
      brand new set of speakers
      still in the box
      the shiny wrapping
      keeps the warranty intact
      use them once
      they may break
      you never know
      the true sound
      as if by mouth

    • #14362

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      out in a graveyard
      shovel in hand
      the rain falling
      makes the job a lil easier

      c’mon hurry up
      dig a little deeper
      fall in
      but whose is there

      to heap the pile back
      on top
      see even in my moment
      of absolute loneliness

      i couldn’t be more alone

    • #14363

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      to even write these words…is more effort than i can muster. it will be half-assed, even at best. i had a love once or twice in my life. i have loved once or twice in my life. i have love for all. i see the beauty in all things. i seek the attention of the busy. i want the approval of the successful.

      but she bore me and i gave her the gift of continuing life. she don’t need me no more. i married her and promised her my life. she don’t need me no more. i cut out my heart and served it on a plate for easy consumption. she don’t need me no more. i gave her kisses during the night and hugged her goodbye for the thousandth time. she don’t need me no more.

      goodnight cruel world. what’s left to say. may i grace your presence once more in alternative universes. it’s easier to not try. fuck you for the immediate judgment. let it go. let it go. let it go…

    • #14364

      marigold
      Spectator

      A feeling of being in 2 places at once
      Hearing the leaves rustling in the poplar trees
      Seeing the harbour lights aglow
      Wishing this was a moment you could freeze

      In both places, out of time
      Growing cold inside the mind

      Distinguish between both realities
      A journey north on the highway
      Another dream to find
      A chance of freedom someday

      Smiling faces, distant lights
      A million stars on crisp clear nights

      Find your way out of the shadows
      They reach out trying to forever cling
      This time you can’t go back
      To what the future may never bring

      The pattern emerges, sorrow relived
      Cast aside the past, you’ll find you never lived

    • #14365

      marigold
      Spectator

      Sorry for the hurt
      Sorry for the pain
      Sorry for what I put you through
      Sorry for the blame
      The words I want to hear
      Never spoken
      The time I want to spend
      Forever broken

    • #14366

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Standing calmly at the cliff’s edge
      it seemed so far down
      to go
      down to beyond the sense of sight
      looking upwards
      seemed infinite
      it was
      slightly further,
      still.

    • #14367

      marigold
      Spectator

      Pages of words written
      Torments and tribulations
      Scrawled down in rants and rambles
      No one needs this information

      Throw the pages on the fire
      Devoured by the flames
      Grey and meaningless ashes
      These words should never remain

    • #14368

      marigold
      Spectator

      Puisqu’il faut choisir les mots que nous disons
      Nous pourrions nous retrouver perdus et de morts sur la route
      Je défie chance dans ce monde qui n’a ni queue ni tête
      Les raisons non-dits de gauche à disparaître

      ………………………………………………………..

      Since we must choose the words we say
      We may find ourselves lost and dead along the way
      I defy chance in this world that has neither head nor tail
      The reasons unspoken left to fade away

    • #14369

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sailing along a pelican’s back
      enjoying the breeze
      he dips down to catch a fish
      underwater we both go

      riding on top of a puma
      dodging the trees
      he springs out to catch a rabbit
      crashing to the dirt we both go

      hanging onto a dolphin fin
      razors cutting through the water
      he blazes out of the water
      to the sun we both go

      holding hands with a girl
      getting caught up in the brush
      let go for one brief moment
      to the neverafter we both go

    • #14370

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      gone
      training for life
      a trip to nowhere?
      thoughts and promises
      never to be
      never to come
      never to see
      the pattern repeats
      same old story
      same old week
      just another day
      of the same
      and it continues on
      and we continue on
      and you continue on
      same old story
      same old week
      the pattern repeats
      never to be
      never to come
      never to see
      a trip to nowhere
      you can’t see

    • #14371

      marigold
      Spectator

      that sounds familiar…….. :(

      ……………………………………

      Finding the time to get things done
      Put it off til tomorrow
      When the sun may come out
      Or just drift into a daydream
      Let the sorrows go
      They soon will pass
      Into the great abyss of time
      Swallowing the moments up
      Disappearing into the belly
      Memories tied to the present
      They’ll stay wrapped in ribbons
      Not forgotten but kept to one side
      To open up and take a peek
      Going back to relive the memory
      In painful repeat performance
      Just to find some peace and comfort
      In knowing that things will change

    • #14372

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      looking down with a smile
      my shoes are shiny once again
      taking one step at a time
      careful, no smudges
      i wanna see my smile
      staring back at me

    • #14373

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i think i just might be happy today
      did i talk to the right people?
      did i even talk to people?
      ha ha ha who cares?

      i think i just might be happy today
      can i make it til tomorrow?
      can i make it til tonight?
      ha ha ha who cares?

      i think i just might be happy today
      the world is still spinning?
      our stars are colliding?
      ha ha ha who cares?

    • #14374

      Arthur
      Spectator

      sailing along a pelican’s back
      enjoying the breeze
      he dips down to catch a fish
      underwater we both go

      riding on top of a puma
      dodging the trees
      he springs out to catch a rabbit
      crashing to the dirt we both go

      hanging onto a dolphin fin
      razors cutting through the water
      he blazes out of the water
      to the sun we both go

      holding hands with a girl
      getting caught up in the brush
      let go for one brief moment
      to the neverafter we both go[/quote:3sb2v3rz]
      Cute! :D

    • #14375

      marigold
      Spectator

      DEL

      :?

    • #14376

      marigold
      Spectator

      A little spark that grows
      Slowly getting brighter
      A gentle warmth
      Inside, feeling lighter

      Soon awareness shows
      Glowing against the night
      The rays spreading out
      Everything feels alright

      Senses heightened to realize
      This has always been there
      Hiding behind the darkness
      Just waiting to appear

    • #14377

      marigold
      Spectator

      Just a glimmer of hope
      To save a little bird
      A last ditch effort made
      And the call was heard

      Everyone pitched in
      They had time to spend
      To give a helping hand
      And save it in the end

      Now the numbers grow
      Saved from extinction
      Protected from the outside
      The black robin sings on

    • #14378

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      What a waste
      always being used
      What’s next? Abuse?
      A magnet of chaos
      self destruction
      never to see
      never to feel
      happiness
      doesn’t exist
      for me
      worthless dreams
      thoughts meaning nothing
      broken inside
      never to be fixed
      never should have been
      the egg fertilized
      should have been released
      into the sewer

    • #14379

      marigold
      Spectator

      Freedom sought near the border
      Escaping reality
      Into another dimension
      Breaking free from normality

      Wishes stolen from the heart
      Secrets kept alive
      Tokens of a life unknown
      At the exit we arrive

      Fallen pillars around the gate
      Destroyed hopes and dreams
      What happens if you venture on
      Following the ideas upstream

      A quest beyond the stone walls
      To find destiny in this place
      Make a choice go left or right
      What other demons to face

      Bring out the weapons of truth
      The goblins will try to steal
      Protect the fire burning inside
      It forges what makes you real

    • #14380

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      buzzing through the air
      i think i’ll land over there
      i’ll rub my evil hands
      and give you quite a scare

      you’ll shoo me away
      just like you always do
      until i land on your face
      now what the fuck you gonna do?

    • #14381

      marigold
      Spectator

      If the wind could tell a story
      It would tell you all these secrets
      Written down in a heart-shaped book
      And kept hidden inside
      The words they have no meaning
      To anyone else but us
      The secrets kept behind closed doors
      Will all be revealed in time
      Don’t listen to the ones who deceive
      Just to get what they want
      Their hearts are cold and empty
      Their minds set on just one goal
      Find the keys to unlock
      The right questions bring out the truth
      And the book it will be opened
      When the wind blows straight through

    • #14382

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      unbalanced cement
      tripped
      on the crack
      upon a sidewalk
      looking up
      the eyes connect
      to see you there
      laughing at my trip
      bringing a smile
      to my face
      a memory
      to always find
      concealed in the mind
      shining on the outside
      forever embedded

    • #14383

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Walking through the orchard
      I gently befriended an apple blossom
      She smelled so wonderful
      I couldn’t help but smile
      Walking down the brick road
      Just me and her
      Staring at the clouds
      Counting the images as the floated by
      Then a lonely man sitting on a bench
      Looked up at me with forlorn eyes
      I looked at my flower
      And bid her goodbye
      He said thanks and smiled
      As he held her close to his heart
      Sitting underneath the orchard canopy
      All alone once again
      The other blossoms just weren’t the same
      Playing with dirt in my hands
      But time passed and I needed to go home
      Walking passed the bench again
      I see my apple blossom left alone
      Under a brewing storm
      Quickly I picked her up
      And the petals slowly opened up
      As if to smile and say thank you
      I smiled back as if to say
      Never again will we be apart

    • #14384

      marigold
      Spectator

      Carefully distilling and blending
      Words mixed and measured
      A fusion of thoughts
      Combining in harmony

      Giving away the secret
      Of the alchemical potion
      There lies a waiting promise
      Within the perfect union

      Reflected in the outcome
      Keep guessing on the answer
      All will be revealed in time
      Waiting patiently to transcend

    • #14385

      marigold
      Spectator

      The cool breeze blows through
      A candle flickers and dies
      Create the sacred space
      Rhythmic breathing rise

      Focus on the one goal
      Eyes blinking open wide
      Clarity of the moment
      Magic lingers inside

      Soaring with a fleeting glance
      Cascading crystal light shines
      Reaching far above the heavens
      Harmonized within the mind

    • #14386

      marigold
      Spectator

      Adrift
      Down by the river
      As the night sets in
      The wind blows softly
      Firelight gently dancing

      A boat drifts off slowly
      Away from its mooring
      No one notices
      As it floats out to sea

      On its own mission
      Guided by the waves
      Lit by a full moon
      Purpose found in a starlit sky

      Lost
      Gotta go somewhere else
      Driving without headlights
      Following the road down
      In the blackened night

      No sign or signal
      No pointers to lead the way
      Just ghosts that haunt the woods
      Their whispers leading you astray

    • #14387

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      all through the night
      i want you to be my baby
      just me, holding you tight
      i want you to be my baby

      the stars fall on us
      as we gaze away
      they look so peaceful
      yet so far away

      all through the night
      i want you to be my baby
      just me, holding you tight
      i want you to be my baby

      once upon a time
      we decided to let go
      and ever since that night
      it’s never been so slow

      and in the distance
      we can see each other
      through the dust clouds
      we will be together

      all through the night
      i want you to be my baby
      just me, holding you tight
      i want you to be my baby

    • #14388

      marigold
      Spectator

      Stand up for what you believe
      Protect the truth in your soul
      There are ones who only deceive
      Their twisted lies wrap around your mind
      They cannot destroy you
      If you have your soul strength
      You can learn to let go
      Move on with your own truth
      Find what’s important to you

    • #14389

      marigold
      Spectator

      Going, going, gone
      For us it took too long
      The price was too high
      The risk too great
      Better off to remain this way
      Never to see the light of day
      Cast aside amongst other trinkets
      To fade and lose sparkle
      Time will take its toll
      Remember that the soul
      Can never be tarnished
      Glowing on into the night

    • #14390

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      approaching sleep
      of one
      sweet dream
      about you
      smiling inside
      for you
      walking the path
      alongside you
      in love
      with you
      a kiss
      from you
      passion
      inside you
      you are
      within me

    • #14391

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      never again
      never forever
      this time it takes
      up too much space

      this time
      i refuse to let you in
      the door is heated
      hot to the touch

      go away and never come back
      i don’t like your kind
      never again
      never forever

    • #14392

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      wake up to the morning dew
      wake up to find me standing next to you
      can you never pack your bags
      and let me alone

      always in my life
      imposing your will
      even though we cut the chord
      you’re there, still

      and yeah i still care about you
      but today wasn’t about you
      you took a picture of me
      and framed yourself

      hang that shit on the wall
      til the day it falls
      crashing to the ground
      glass breaking all around

      once a crisp picture of me
      no more to see
      eat the ashes and swallow the guilt
      all the tears you never spilt

      please please please
      let me be

    • #14393

      marigold
      Spectator

      These secrets you hold inside
      Don’t be afraid of what they may bring
      A truth to hold onto forever
      And keep you safe from your fears
      The darkest side that shades
      Shelter me there
      Hold this truth between us
      It opens up the darkness
      To envelope around us
      Warm to the touch
      It keeps us from ourselves
      Into the night we go
      Following
      Leading
      Allowing
      Feeling
      Waking from a slumber
      Where have we been all this time?
      Standing at the edge
      You’re way up there
      Seeing
      Believing
      Searching
      Finding
      I’ll be there
      To catch you when you fall

    • #14394

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      oh if only i were free
      up above the clouds i would be
      looking down amongst the trees
      singing to the world about you and me

      but a different path i’ve chosen
      sometimes icy and a little frozen
      this little web i’ve woven
      where nothing gets exposed then

      a life full of mystery days
      hiding beneath darkened stairways
      it comes across bizarre this way
      in this role i think i’ll stay

      and you don’t have to get me
      and you don’t have to save me
      and you don’t have to love me
      and you don’t have to know me

      but around and around i’ll always be
      solving crimes and mysteries
      for people done wrong on unjust seas
      up and down we go, you’ll never see me

    • #14395

      Walking through the orchard
      I gently befriended an apple blossom
      She smelled so wonderful
      I couldn’t help but smile
      Walking down the brick road
      Just me and her
      Staring at the clouds
      Counting the images as the floated by
      Then a lonely man sitting on a bench
      Looked up at me with forlorn eyes
      I looked at my flower
      And bid her goodbye
      He said thanks and smiled
      As he held her close to his heart
      Sitting underneath the orchard canopy
      All alone once again
      The other blossoms just weren’t the same
      Playing with dirt in my hands
      But time passed and I needed to go home
      Walking passed the bench again
      I see my apple blossom left alone
      Under a brewing storm
      Quickly I picked her up
      And the petals slowly opened up
      As if to smile and say thank you
      I smiled back as if to say
      Never again will we be apart[/quote:2t0tfjr2]

      I love this one :)

    • #14396

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Thanks Karen. :D

    • #14397

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      he seems to have a knack for writing good poems…
      we want more :D

    • #14398

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      looking at the iceberg
      poking it’s tip at the top
      revealing only a shadow of existence
      a cheeky smile for the masses

      but dive into the cold water
      and you will find
      a deeper meaning to it all
      a support that balances

      but don’t get too close
      to touch the icy cold surface
      less you are plunged
      down beneath inside the loneliness

      of the floating eraser

    • #14399

      marigold
      Spectator

      Living in a city of fear
      People rushing everywhere
      What are they afraid of?
      What is their goal?
      Short-lived material satisfaction
      Once over
      Throw it out
      Buy another one
      Bigger and better
      Always improving
      The stakes get higher
      As the problems grow
      Where do we begin?
      Go back to the cradle
      Nuture a new design
      Raise a new awareness
      Break the mould
      Shatter the expectations
      Shed new light
      It’s all different now
      Don’t follow the crowd
      And be a clone
      Eat what they eat
      Buy what they buy
      Break away from the flock
      Find freedom in your own choices

    • #14400

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      running down the empty pathway
      into the vacuum of nothingness
      as if being pulled toward something

      never is too far away
      here is always a bit too close
      run run run run run run run

    • #14401

      marigold
      Spectator

      The desert seems lonely
      Silence rules the land
      Over the dunes, an oasis
      Drink up and fill your senses
      Immersed in the experience
      See a vision of reality
      There, amongst the din
      A clear bell ringing out
      Listen to its message
      A warning to the wayward
      To help them on their journey

    • #14402

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      nebula floating
      rolling back and forth
      all is out of focus
      diving right in
      splitting atoms
      shitting molecules
      pulsing to and fro

      it’s all right here
      moving so fast
      can you catch it?

    • #14403

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      is it back to square one
      after all we’ve been through?
      i thought you decided
      after i told you iloveyou

      but what do i know
      you carry so much pain
      it’s time to let go
      let me back in again

      to see you sleeping
      breaks my heart in two
      maybe never again
      do i mutter iloveyou

    • #14404

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      moon glowing orange
      sunrise at 28,000 feet
      flying high
      to see you again
      a still photo
      an image in my mind
      empty inside
      without your touch
      I need you again
      to feel you again
      you did say it again ;)
      too little time
      I want more
      until next time…
      I love you more

    • #14405

      marigold
      Spectator

      Opening up the box to find
      Such a beautiful thing inside
      But it wasn’t the right gift
      Could have easily been broken

      Send it back to where it came from
      To be replaced by something else
      This one now is more enduring
      Nothing can break it this time

    • #14406

      marigold
      Spectator

      Starting, stopping, moving in time
      Everything going in sequence
      Patterns inside the momentum
      Directions given to the outcome

      Where did you want to go?
      Put in your selection
      Enjoy the scenery along the way
      Share the sights and sounds

      The journey is never over
      The scenery may change
      Special moments to hold on to
      A scene that won’t fade away

      Learning, evolving, growing in time
      Everything following consequence
      Patterns of cause and effect
      Directions given to a new future

    • #14407

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the ice frozen over
      the tiny little pond
      no more green clover
      hugs the water edge

      the air is freezing
      everything is cold to the touch
      everyone was leaving
      afraid of the ledge

      but with nine lives
      things become more simple
      chances taken one hundred times
      give way to faults and victories

      placing the paw upon the ice
      with three legs upon the shore
      frozen feet it feels so nice
      let me walk out with thee

    • #14408

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Sunday leaving
      hugs and kisses
      came and passed
      we said hello
      we said goodbye
      On to a new week
      keeping you in my heart
      to stay
      within me
      you’re mine
      forever
      forever mine
      until we meet again
      the pendulum on the door
      ticks and tocks
      opening the door
      for you
      make your way inside my life
      a new beginning
      you are forever mine
      always…

      let’s go
      fucking fuck
      for the sake of being
      some wished
      but you and I
      we live it
      we continue on
      the miles between
      won’t stop us
      a new level
      you and me
      we know
      my baby
      my baby
      never to let go
      let’s go
      fucking fuck
      it’s you I want
      it’s you I need
      just you

    • #14409

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Alt. Version –

      Squatting upon this window of ice
      Steam rises from the below
      This time I will let it sit
      To be coprolitic
      But with only 3 legs
      How do I bury this fucker?
      Slip sliding what a fantastic
      Exercise in futility

    • #14410

      marigold
      Spectator

      How does the angel fly
      When he takes a message to the gods?
      Dodging asteroids and lightning strikes
      On his way to the heavens

      Where does the angel rest
      To take a breather from his journey?
      On silver-lined clouds or raindrop towers
      On his way to meet with the gods

      What message does the angel bring?
      So important that it must be sent
      One full of hope and faith
      This time they cannot ignore it

      What will the gods do now?
      They decipher the message sent
      Send the angel back with the reply
      Change will come, be patient

    • #14411

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i used to have an idea
      some theme to wrap these words in
      but this brain is so occupied
      i cannot even begin to let them out

      like a lion tamer
      chair and whip in hand
      inside the cage
      fearing and respecting

      trying to control the wild
      make them do tricks
      the crowd goes crazy
      inside, another part just died

    • #14412

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      constantly dying
      taking our last breath
      what is there to live for
      if not death

    • #14413

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      peering inside
      particle swirling
      tilting to pour
      beginning to float
      the piece is near
      grab a spoon
      you can not reach
      it floats away
      back to the bottom
      repeat
      repeat
      repeat
      more of the same
      aww fuck it
      dump it out and get some more

    • #14414

      marigold
      Spectator

      Make a cut
      In the fabric of time
      A tear that opens up the future
      And brings to light
      The shadows of the past
      A wound that bleeds into forever
      A gaping hole that tells you
      Never

    • #14415

      marigold
      Spectator

      London 7/7/05

      Winding round the narrow streets
      Rushing through the darkened tunnels
      Metal carriages and double-deckers
      The drivers on their daily mission

      Unaware of the four plotting passengers
      Who traveled far for their deadly deed
      A silent killer sits on the top deck
      Thinking of the task at hand

      Believing this is the only way
      His mind warped and twisted
      Thoughts and scheming done
      With no warning, he detonates

      Shattered glass and metal shards
      The dead and wounded everywhere
      An innocent bystander gone in a second
      Could have easily been me right there

      The other killers have done their part
      Panic spreading in the underground
      Smoke and splintered steel
      As many rush to the rescue

      Climbing over the burnt bodies
      Amongst the screaming chaos
      A reason can be heard
      No one wants to know

      Through the confusion they realise
      An attempt to create fear
      Instead it brought the people together
      United in the face of terror

      They will never win

    • #14416

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      stolen glances from the side
      beating against solid drums
      piercing into my soul
      stabbing straight into the heart
      don’t forgive me this time
      i make no apologies
      not this time not in this life
      when does it all fall apart
      when do we let go to fall
      down to the shores beneath
      to swim far away into the sea
      sink to the bottom or
      float up to the heavens
      the choice is not yours
      so go with the flow of now
      savor the taste of sweet salt

    • #14417

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      black xylem
      dark purple bark
      dripping dried sap
      refusing the sun
      exhaling smoke
      branches breaking
      ants crawling over
      dead bodies
      can you hear
      the leaves crush

    • #14418

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      exhausted by you
      never telling who
      you gave up on you
      before you ever met me

      so lay back and stare at the clouds
      put your sword back in its shroud
      i hope i’m not saying this too loud
      don’t wanna be too scary

      you did this before when you were here
      and you’ll do it again
      yes you’ll do it again
      over and over
      it’s never about you
      always someone else’s faults

      brings forth the tears
      years after years
      what sound do you hear
      when the door slams shut

    • #14419

      Arthur
      Spectator

      exhausted by you
      never telling who
      you gave up on you
      before you ever met me

      so lay back and stare at the clouds
      put your sword back in its shroud
      i hope i’m not saying this too loud
      don’t wanna be too scary

      you did this before when you were here
      and you’ll do it again
      yes you’ll do it again
      over and over
      it’s never about you
      always someone else’s faults

      brings forth the tears
      years after years
      what sound do you hear
      when the door slams shut[/quote:2824n6s5]
      This one’s very good. 8)

    • #14420

      Arthur
      Spectator

      what is there to live for
      if not death[/quote:21rs3uq1]
      Extremely good. 8)

    • #14421

      Arthur
      Spectator

      London 7/7/05[/quote:eozbxvld]
      Yeah.

    • #14422

      I saw her there on the train
      oh boy, she had it coming
      i reached down and pinched her bum
      she kicked me in the plumbing

    • #14423

      marigold
      Spectator

      oh boy, hello there Ash :P

      London 7/7/05[/quote:3f6ycb3l]
      Yeah.[/quote:3f6ycb3l]

      Yeah :(

    • #14424

      PVC clad
      a leather crusader
      an s&m king
      just like Lord Vader

      Gotta love improv :)

    • #14425

      marigold
      Spectator

      What do you call this? Progress?
      We go backwards every day
      Another step closer to collapse
      Stealing our future away

      The air is getting thicker
      Rivers of ice getting thin
      Gone beyond our limits
      Where do we begin?

      We need air to breathe in this silence
      The fields are barren, given over to chance
      Trees whisper their worries
      The rocks hold quiet parlance

      We’re swimming against the tide
      To escape an empty tomorrow
      Capacity is full in a broken machine
      Less greed, less apathy, less sorrow

      A relentless urge to make change
      By those few that see the whole view
      Change only happens from within
      Know that there is something you can do

    • #14426

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if you walk on down
      that darkened hallway
      you cast your shadow aside

      he is there to follow you
      wherever you may roam
      but he can never be inside

      if you run on down
      into the darkness
      his likeness disappears

      no more fun
      for you and i
      as darkness consumes the years

      see, he can be no more
      now that you’ve entered completely
      just one thing to worry about

      if you stay in the dark
      and feel the walls
      you will always find your way out

      but step in the sun
      where leaves are dried
      and you can be sure he’ll reappear

      standing beside you
      a constant reminder
      over your shoulder, there remains the fear

    • #14427

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      that one is pretty epic!!!

    • #14428

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      grab your ticket
      walk to the dock
      hop on the river boat
      of livin’
      muddy waters
      currents flowin’ fast
      an endless journey
      to no where
      headed to the beginning
      down stream
      the river opens
      to the bay
      lost
      another boat
      there you are
      appearing out of nowhere
      let’s jump off
      swim to the middle
      unless you are content
      on your own boat
      too far to know
      too far to see
      too far to hear a hello
      upon the waves of the sea

    • #14429

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      oh yeah?
      fuck you
      G5 playa
      hobo’s dick cheese
      flaming dragon?
      fuck face
      now shut the fuck up
      and let me do my job

    • #14430

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ that’s a bit different to your one at the top of the page. :lol:

      not sure what style this poem is, its not a haiku, that has 5 syllables, then 7, then 5.

      Soft
      But strong
      Over time
      The threads wear thin
      Tapestry
      Of love
      Fades

    • #14431

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      not too secret
      about what is said
      I’m always aware
      just give it up

      little do you know
      little do we care
      little do you matter

      somewhat spoken words
      don’t mean shit
      useless
      time wasted

      little do you know
      little do we care
      little do you matter

      buy a vowel
      insecure now
      whine and complain
      no one gives a shit

      little do you know
      little do we care
      little do you matter

      it comes down to this
      you simply do not matter
      more laughs for us
      if you only knew

      and again and again

      little do you matter
      little do you know
      little do we care

      FUCK YOU

    • #14432

      A requested theme and a suggested title:

      Poop & Circumstance

      A heavy load upon my heart
      An urgent need to bescumber
      I drop my trousers to the floor
      To fertilise the cucumber

    • #14433

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      this and that
      never ending
      unrealistic thoughts
      in the physical
      for you
      a game…
      for me
      life
      impacting decisions
      moving forward
      breathing a new start
      but I ask
      when does the nonsense end?

    • #14434

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the praying mantis
      holds forever still
      light brown and silent
      beauty on its own

    • #14435

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a dusty moth
      flies into your room
      seeking the light
      you chase it with a broom

      the water in the glass
      is perfect and clear
      into it he flies
      the ending is near

      twitching and shaking
      is all he can do
      while staining the surface
      with his insect residue

      after some minutes
      the time has come
      to dispose of a corpse
      just what have you become

    • #14436

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      what did you do last night? :lol:

    • #14437

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      To dream
      of what could be
      never was
      always is
      likes and dislikes
      somethings to be forgotten
      easily
      lucid moments
      come to pass
      What do they mean?
      Something or nothing?
      the emptiness dwells inside
      life always incomplete
      much time to spare
      the next phase
      closed eyes
      to nowhere
      again
      same shit
      new days
      cycles repeat
      different times
      circumstances changed
      lesson to be taught
      been there
      do not want
      again
      to enter
      the backwards peddling
      of forward progress
      to what is
      from what was
      a cycle being repeated
      For better?
      for less?
      For nothing but a laugh?
      At what cost?
      My life,
      Is not a toy
      in a dream

    • #14438

      marigold
      Spectator

      Some acrostic stuff.

      Where has the time gone
      A long stand out in the rain
      In melted moments
      The impatience grows
      Inside a worn out memory
      Never to be forgotten
      Gaining hour by hour

      Eyeless tears fall
      Making droplets over
      Ornate paper shapes
      Torn up into shreds
      Inside folded hearts
      Origami of sorts
      Never opened again

      Where the demons lie
      Awaiting grave consequence
      Sneaky skeleton grins
      Taking its toll
      Eliminate the evidence
      Don’t go back for more

      Great explosion bursts
      All of a sudden
      Little bits of confetti
      Layer over the floor
      Eager to poke the balloon
      Reverse motion replay
      Yet, the balloon doesn’t burst

      (last one inspired by this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dRM_mFrubA :lol: )

    • #14439

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Happy Birthday to me
      Happy Birthday to me
      Happy Birthday you old fuck
      Happy Birthday to me

    • #14440

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      slowly and surely
      moving through time
      the sea can be rough
      but for now
      the sun sets
      on a calm bay
      reflections shimmering
      in the dusk
      peacefulness
      has arrived
      let us take a swim
      and i can hold your hand
      and tread water
      staring into your eyes
      your slickened back hair
      is beautifully simple
      the stars are beginning to shine
      down upon us
      one day
      we shall touch each one

    • #14441

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      :D :wink:

    • #14442

      Tion
      Spectator

      always a pleasure to read all your great poems, freaks :)

    • #14443

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      jumping up into the air
      to take his last flight
      swooping down from here to there
      somehow the crow flies

      the moon radiates down
      gently warming the night
      and soon he will remove his crown
      for now the crow cries

      the empty nest with silver twine
      is the only thing in sight
      he says, you were once mine
      sounding off as the crow dies

    • #14444

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      after some debate
      ceases my arguing
      rafters full of birds
      outside in the barn
      senseless rambles
      timeless pieces
      in a word
      crazy

    • #14445

      marigold
      Spectator

      lying in the stillness
      the icy air creeps in
      chilling you to the bone
      feeling of frozen skin

      a window left ajar
      lets in the winter air
      and with it broken memories
      times of trouble and fear

      a blanket wraps around
      and the warmth slowly grows
      comforting in the presence
      of the past’s dark shadows

      knowing things will change
      better times to be seen
      the first steps to be taken
      to go where you have never been

    • #14446

      marigold
      Spectator

      Well I’m sitting here
      Wondering to myself
      If the dream can find you
      I don’t need to remind you

      Well I’m thinking here
      Musing to myself
      How the ghosts can haunt you
      Just let the night guide you

      Well I’m writing here
      Keeping it to myself
      I’ll get the answers to help you
      Ask the stars to invite you

      Well I’m choosing here
      Decisions for myself
      And the change will allow you
      Just wrap the ocean around you

    • #14447

      marigold
      Spectator

      Ancient symbolism
      Awaking the mind
      Open your eyes and see
      You’ll be surprised at what you find

      Glaringly obvious
      But what do they mean?
      What’s the message behind them?
      Is it some kind of scheme?

      Innocently brainwashed
      They don’t have a clue
      Every one of them blind
      Those who understand are few

      Carefully designed
      The artists do their best
      A wink at those who know
      A waiting game for the rest

      Mysteries to be revealed
      What secrets do they hold?
      Apocalyptic prophecies?
      Or truth and wisdom to unfold…

    • #14448

      marigold
      Spectator

      A journey takes you back
      To the beginning of self
      The original plans and possibilities
      Saying farewell to a tired lie

      A lie you tell yourself

      Searching for the elusive answer
      Keys to the depth of mind
      Drive to the end to find
      A reason to go on

      How the desolate waste beckons

      All is dead beyond thought of life
      Weary eyes look at the pitiless sun
      A fearsome silence reigns
      The quiet storm brewing underneath

      Keep on treading the tiresome path

      Leave the transient world behind
      Tempted by false hopes
      Illusions and imperfections brought with
      As baggage to weigh you down

      The constant journey of change goes on

    • #14449

      marigold
      Spectator

      A rough stone
      Polished smooth over time
      By tidal waves
      All alone it sits
      Shining in the sun
      At the edge of the sand
      Waves take it away
      It belongs to the sea

    • #14450

      marigold
      Spectator

      Suspended in time
      Motionless in space
      Caught in between here and now
      A web of tangled moments
      Something crawls down
      To eat the remains
      Bad memories from the past
      And the spider lets you move on

    • #14451

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      gimme me what you want
      and take what you need
      i’m down in the mud

      take me out to dinner
      one last meal to eat
      be my final temporary bud

      nevermind the shelter
      you cannot weather the storm
      here comes the flood

      my soul has left my body
      there is nothing left
      i’m selling my blood

    • #14452

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      Always the Same

      Ever changing
      like the seasons
      life and death
      year after year
      flowers blossom
      leaves fall
      the cycle remains the same
      throughout time
      predictable
      Nature is life
      Life is nature
      renewal
      birth
      deceased
      lifeless
      A snail’s pace
      to the end
      of our demise
      One last breath
      tainted oxygen
      to breath in
      another life gone
      the sadness seeps in

    • #14453

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ that’s a good one. :)

    • #14454

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      thx

      now if I can free my mind up some to write one today

    • #14455

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      off centered
      etching into a stone
      this is forever
      do not move me if you are prone

      never forever
      the call that comes to late
      listen for the belltone
      on ice you can skate

      to once two twice
      one to the four
      let’s count it out
      get on the dancefloor

      speed trials in misery
      never let go of the past
      bring it to the now and present
      make every moment last

      i don’t know what this is about
      contractions contradicting
      if your analyzing
      it’s the point you’re missing

    • #14456

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      square dancing with werewolves
      up on top of each mountain peak
      this is the place we shall seek

      listening to countless turtledoves
      as they scream and shout
      this is the place they’ve been talking about

      good versus evil does not exist
      only the passage of quiet time
      this is the place that’s truly sublime

      a river flowing so gently and crisp
      moving into the waterfall from above
      this is the place that’s full of love

    • #14457

      marigold
      Spectator

      Here to stay
      There’s no way out
      Stuck in a moment
      That never ends
      Exploring ideas
      To reach the mind
      Stretching out
      Limited only by time
      Hands go round
      Pointing out numbers
      It goes on and on
      Where is the change
      There’s never enough
      To go around

    • #14458

      marigold
      Spectator

      Sunlight glimmers
      Through dusty grey clouds
      Rays attempt to penetrate
      The leafy canopy
      Shades of green
      With parasitic plants
      Vines choke the trees
      Creatures survive
      Under each layer
      Diversity thrives

    • #14459

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sleeping through the day
      is such a strange way
      to spend your time far away
      in my head i think i’ll play

    • #14460

      marigold
      Spectator

      Black and sleek, a swift escape
      Before anyone catches on
      A glimpse by a lone sailor
      His eyes widened in disbelief

      Wings unfolded, dark angels soar
      With the winds of timely guesses
      What answers were you seeking?
      Surely they’ll be back for more

      Hidden from most as they visit
      Taking a part of your soul
      Every day they return
      Trying to steal it away

      So sail on the open seas
      Take no notice of the edge
      One day you’ll fall off
      With no soul to save the day

    • #14461

      marigold
      Spectator

      Drop by drop the knowledge grows
      Drink up the wisdom
      Until it overflows
      Spilling nonsense everywhere

    • #14462

      marigold
      Spectator

      Here lies a blank page
      Like the waiting earth
      Early in the spring
      Where words as seeds sown
      Grow to form an idea
      Inspired meaning
      A shared emotion
      What you could call
      Landscaped poetry
      To bring forth
      A harvest of thoughts
      Food for mind and soul
      When all is said and done
      Leftover words
      Forgotten over time
      Devoid of meaning
      Slowly decomposing
      To nourish beneath
      The plowed earth
      Waiting once again

    • #14463

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      take it to the edge
      push it farther
      your own absence bringing you closer
      to the truth
      the absolute

      solitude can force
      a relationship
      with yourself
      one you did not know
      existed

      artfully done
      in a way
      you understand
      or misunderstand
      who gives a shit

    • #14464

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      swimming with you
      we left the shore
      out to deep
      wanting more

      the clouds grew strong
      as we held each other tight
      your skin against mine
      protecting with all our might

      but the waves crashed
      as the night grew long
      and the moonlight
      faded like a song

      underneath i went
      to find a way out
      to the side i swam
      dried eyes and salt

      when i reached the shore
      the night was still there
      i looked under the trees
      but no one one was there

      i built myself a hut
      and saw the sunrise
      somehow knowing
      that you were all right

      but i’ll never forget
      the night before the storm
      dancing underwater
      with the love i adore

      and to this day
      i hear songbirds sing
      they bring her voice
      back into memory

      despite losing touch
      our hands slipping apart
      the memory remains
      stinging a silent heart

    • #14465

      marigold
      Spectator

      this was written for a friend, who I don’t think reads this forum, oh well:

      some sort of threat
      an insecure cry out
      venting your frustrations
      that’s just your way

      a call for help
      a plea for attention
      making clear your intentions
      one day you’ll be okay

      you’ll see its no good
      it’s not what you need
      not the right course of action
      so seek another way

      learn to trust yourself
      be wise in what you do
      clearer in your decisions
      be stronger every day

    • #14466

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when being alone is all you know
      a comfort therein resides
      and even though it seems for show
      no one ever hears you cry

    • #14467

      marigold
      Spectator

      find the spark of spontaneous creativity
      the stream of consciousness flows in continuity
      into the vapours of electric intensity
      where everything is lit up in bright sincerity
      it will divide your mind into wired obscurity

    • #14468

      marigold
      Spectator

      Not so far away
      But you may as well be
      In the shadow of the moon
      Synced up with shooting stars
      Constantly searching
      But where do you look
      For the alternatives
      In these changing times?
      Given one chance
      You will find it
      All that hard work
      Will be worth it
      Its written down
      In a book that no one reads
      Only some can sense
      Whatever that means

    • #14469

      marigold
      Spectator

      A riddle to solve
      To decode the truth
      Which one is right
      Which door to choose
      Step right through
      To fall into the chasm
      Hands reaching out
      Breaking the fall
      Asking what is your wish
      To return to nothing
      Or to risk everything
      Waiting in the darkness below

    • #14470

      Arthur
      Spectator

      find the spark of spontaneous creativity
      the stream of consciousness flows in continuity
      into the vapours of electric intensity
      where everything is lit up in bright sincerity
      it will divide your mind into wired obscurity[/quote:28bd2zn5]
      Me likes. It poetically flows. :)

    • #14471

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      floating
      in an induced trance
      yes this was preordained
      a choice

      to leave
      convert reality to realism
      something beautiful
      this way comes

      something evil
      this way beckons
      come over here
      let me drink your blood

      plus and minus
      walking through it all
      like a raincoat
      covered in mold

    • #14472

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      nevermind this
      i am just a wooden doll
      someone pulling the strings

      nevermind him
      who is he anyway
      define the presence

      nevermind her
      she never gave a thought
      away for consumption

      nevermind you
      i will not do as you say
      listen closely, my dear

    • #14473

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if i sit it comes out
      so i will stand for now

      if i run it will spill
      so a wall i become

      if i smoke it will hurt
      so no nicotine for now

      if i fart it will break loose
      so give me a fucking toilet

    • #14474

      marigold
      Spectator

      childhood memories lost in time
      alarm rings and its time to go
      a small ray of light from inside
      gives enough energy to leave

      riding through the streets
      stare at the grey towers above
      a small part of the system
      working for what happiness?

      emptiness dwelling inside
      dig within for a ray of hope
      bring it out and create something new
      for people to share

      emptiness fills with bliss
      escaping into a false reality
      a magical blend of colours and shades
      accolades from the addiction

      but what does it achieve?
      the grey towers are still there
      but far in the distance
      the childrens’ laughter rings out.

      http://vimeo.com/988244

    • #14475

      marigold
      Spectator

      if i sit it comes out
      so i will stand for now

      if i run it will spill
      so a wall i become

      if i smoke it will hurt
      so no nicotine for now

      if i fart it will break loose
      so give me a fucking toilet[/quote:2plqywtz]

      you need to sort out your shit

    • #14476

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i hear you
      when you think you are by yourself
      it’s comforting to know
      you are alone as well

    • #14477

      marigold
      Spectator

      Where are the lonely souls?
      – gathering sea shells in the mud
      picking up broken pieces
      unsure of their goals
      Where is that magic spell?
      – it’s written in cryptic code
      used to heal and make whole
      an empty and broken shell
      And when the piece is mended
      the patterns will make sense
      colours blending together
      when the lonely search has ended

    • #14478

      marigold
      Spectator

      Tired eyes, weary heart
      No sleep to dream
      Of what may come
      Not knowing where to start

      With the warnings to heed
      Around the circles inside
      You can’t escape it
      Any more than you need

      It’s evident in your surrounds
      The shame of your change
      Lost in the path of the ghosts
      Their weakened trails now found

      The path is clear enough to find
      And the only thing to do
      Is to keep a safe distance
      When time keeps leaving you behind

    • #14479

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      hickory dickory dock
      the mouse ran up my cock
      the clock struck one
      now i’m all done
      shame glaze inside my sock

    • #14480

      marigold
      Spectator

      :? :roll:

    • #14481

      Arthur
      Spectator

      dreamless sleep

      my pillow . . .
      .
      .
      .
      .
      .
      .
      .
      . . . my pillow!

    • #14482

      Arthur
      Spectator

      my pretty girl
      what’s left of the oath
      what’s right to the owners
      memories…
      your tongue in my nose
      on the trainstation
      platform 8
      your 1 week of being doubtful
      that alienated feeling
      cloud nine, ground zero
      my spaceship in search of a Neo

      bloody hell, it was quiet
      when we silently sucked the air and breathed… love!
      breathed… love!
      breathed… love!

      have mercy on us
      we could have survived
      the tears of pain on
      the electric chair, the pills for
      the cat that died in vain with Xmas

      but it wasn’t meant to be
      perfect sex is just a temporary glue
      and 5 years is no lifetime, my pretty girl
      you’re probably lost
      riding on an incomplete horse
      that is not allowing you to be you
      a morbid dreamhorse, sufficiently flying
      in the dark corners
      of your brain, a farm of flames
      a kingdom of queens

      I couldn’t kill the horse
      I was no safe haven
      I was 1 of the demons in the bloody story’s end
      and you stayed, but left the book
      and I left, but stayed in chapter 3
      I humbly bowed my head to the powers

      and instead, I’ll have another dragon tattoo
      a forever sign of my quest
      to become a better me
      a better me
      a better me

      I’m so sorry…
      god speed, lost love of my life

    • #14483

      marigold
      Spectator

      we’re so insignificant
      just a part of random chaos
      we can be amazed
      at the complexity
      or marvel in simplicity

      was it chance or purpose
      how we came to be
      a result of balanced turbulence
      or organised miracles
      of radical creativity

    • #14484

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      laughter eluded me today
      jokes sliding beside my ear
      hitting the walls beside me
      tears never felt so near

      what a pity these days
      but in the sincerest of ironies
      true to form
      my life is now a laughing stock

      so go ahead please
      make me feel better
      take one look at this shell
      and laugh

      one of us has to

    • #14485

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      describe nothing
      where is the feeling
      where is the emotion
      where did the smiles go

      it was all here just yesterday
      right in the palm of my hands
      and i flushed it away
      to start anew

      always anew
      mentally stagnant
      physically aging
      socially absent

      i simply am not there

    • #14486

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      The time spent with you
      means more to me than you will ever know.
      I wish you could feel how I feel inside.
      Forever in my heart you will always be
      My friend, my love, my sweet one, my nilla cookie ;)

      Where did the time go?
      Being with you the days flew by ever so quickly.
      Already knowing how much I will miss your laughs, your hugs, your kisses,
      even the ones on the forehead.
      Always so gentle
      Never will I endure someone as great as you have been to me.

      Parting ways to become closer
      I don’t ever want to lose you
      I can’t cry…I only have the smiles you painted on my face from you being you
      Please don’t disappear into the daily routines
      I still want to hear about you
      I want to hear all
      Continue to share with me as I will to you

      You are my best friend
      forever and always…
      You were there for my darkened days
      Bringing me smiles with your charm and care.
      No matter what
      No one can ever replace you in my heart
      You are that special and unique to me
      To love you always <3

    • #14487

      marigold
      Spectator

      An echo fading away
      Day after day
      Pining for his heart
      Seen in the reflection
      He’s losing connection
      To all but his image
      Refusing her advances
      She calls to him
      But all that’s left of her
      Is just an echo

      http://thanasis.com/echo.htm

    • #14488

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you won’t this time
      this time you won’t
      i don’t know how else to tell you
      i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel

      follow your heart
      but mine has a leash
      as i tug and pull
      it keeps marching forward

      shitting on the curbside
      and i pick it up with a trash bag
      inside out
      as to not dirty these fingers

      and it keeps walking
      in search of new prey
      are they to be devoured
      or pushed away?

    • #14489

      marigold
      Spectator

      Don’t want to go back
      To those feelings
      The change was wrong
      All that was there
      Was an empty space
      A hollow place
      Filled up with darkness
      The clouds cover the reality
      Wake up and see
      What is growth
      How do we shine
      If held back
      What is right
      How do we smile
      If dragged down
      We’ll find the hope one day
      Somewhere under the clouds
      And move on to another dream
      Tomorrow brings the smiles
      To push the darkness away

    • #14490

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      we set sail to find a new life
      leaving loved ones behind
      touching the sea for years
      the blind leading the blind

      the sails tattered and worn
      bleached by the relentless sun
      yet, still pushing ahead
      no captain we are not done

      crashing into small islands
      the natives under the trees
      grabbing what we can
      with bent and pained knees

      we shall see the sun set
      and ride in the dark
      on our chariot of the water
      on our noahs ark

      this journey just beginning
      though everyday feels like the end
      toughing out the waves and water
      something is there, beyond the bend

      and though we cannot see it
      the future seems bright
      it seems that is the way things are
      if you follow your inner light

      mountains up ahead
      this could be it
      eyelids are quivering
      but we never quit

    • #14491

      marigold
      Spectator

      and though we cannot see it
      the future seems bright
      it seems that is the way things are
      if you follow your inner light
      [/quote:906po6r0]

      I really like this bit.
      Find a publisher, dammit. :P

      I’m keeping some poems aside for a book, that "may" be published in 2012, in collaboration with someone from the oboard.
      Also working on a story for an art project with a couple of other SP fans. :)

    • #14492

      marigold
      Spectator

      Treading on the light waves
      Turning into particles
      Floating out in space
      Gravity not holding back
      The demons don’t possess
      And the night unfolds
      into dreams that are endless

      Waking up to see the dawn
      This sight at the edge
      We never tire of this
      A quantum adventure
      Into the future as shown
      Bending the rules of time
      as we chase the unknown

    • #14493

      Good poems guys!

      My poetry bug seems to have died. Maybe it will come back to life someday.

    • #14494

      marigold
      Spectator

      Good poems guys!

      My poetry bug seems to have died. Maybe it will come back to life someday.[/quote:3ie8m0kc]

      thanks :)

      maybe look at different things to get inspiration. I know work can kinda kill it a bit.

    • #14495

      I just haven’t been interested in anything lately.

    • #14496

      marigold
      Spectator

      falling away through dusty minds
      escaping out of the cave
      there is no revolution
      just curses and apathy
      what became of evolution
      a backward step through time

      no one gives up for anything
      and in the din of the crash
      they’ll see what happens here
      with their jigsaw memory
      a universe trapped inside a tear
      everyone gives in to everything

      oops. guess where I got inspiration from. :roll:

    • #14497

      from me? hehehe I think that’s cool!
      great poem!

    • #14498

      marigold
      Spectator

      :lol:

      no, not from you! :P
      but thank you – it’s more about the whole economic crash, and the drive for profit, which is unsustainable in the long run (we keep going backwards). But I ‘borrowed’ a few words and lines from some songs I know. :roll:

    • #14499

      :lol:

    • #14500

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tired of the game
      at home i think i’ll stay
      where people don’t stop to say hello
      and i don’t have to answer the door

    • #14501

      marigold
      Spectator

      Following the waves
      Of the soul’s journey
      Don’t get caught up
      In the tempests of the night

      And those who’ve lost their way
      Will try to drag you down
      Every time you’ve done your best
      To try and heal their wounds

      What the dawn brings
      You can never know
      But sail on with hope
      And leave the past behind

    • #14502

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      given unto the world
      your eternal sacrifice
      born with original sin
      your eternal lack at night

      entered with countless faces
      all smiles and yellow teeth
      some shaved
      others with hair pulled back

      as the years passed
      the smiles faded
      into smirks
      and the laughter

      turned to mockery
      the countless faces
      multiplying exponentially
      all there to laugh at your demise

    • #14503

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      we used to share our tears
      one shoulder upon the other
      the one common trait
      we embraced

      now i’ve forgotten how to laugh
      and you are all smiles
      without me by your side
      you’ve still found happiness

      and i cannot help but feel helpless
      as each day drags on and on
      for me
      will i ever be free?

    • #14504

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      banging into shit
      my head against the wall
      i love you so much
      your face is so small

      please forgive me
      for even i do not understand
      my loneliness and isolation
      and never will

      it is just who i am
      it takes something of a miracle
      to love
      a nothing of this magnitude

      so for that i am grateful
      but i’m so selfish
      all i want is myself
      and my very own problems

    • #14505

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      throwing out the bread
      the pidgeons my only friends
      and even they know
      it’s only about the crumbs

    • #14506

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      here comes the albino
      mud smeared all over
      he tries to disguise
      even though he is proud

      to have his own
      personal disease
      something to set him apart
      from the herd

      yet still he must fit in
      so he kills and fucks
      providing for everyone
      somehow he is still starving

    • #14507

      marigold
      Spectator

      As the ghosts bide their time
      Waiting for the night
      When they can walk between worlds
      Enter the land of the living
      Remembering their past
      And find themselves again
      They got lost along the way
      But here once again
      Discovering their truth
      They can move on

    • #14508

      marigold
      Spectator

      It’s that time again
      For the freaks to appear
      In costumes and masks
      To surprise and cause fear

      Out of the shadows
      With a gruesome face
      A Thriller zombie
      Now keeps up the pace

      A witch on her broom
      A scary masked clown
      Demons, ghosts and skeletons
      A devil with his frown

      And at the end of the night
      They’ll all disappear
      To return to this place
      And haunt again next year

    • #14509

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i want to change myself
      i want you to want me
      i want to care about you
      i want to feel close to someone
      i want to fucking live my life
      i want to die holding your hand

      i will never change who i am
      i will never feel wanted
      i will never care about you
      i will never feel close to anyone
      i will never live my life
      this will never die

    • #14510

      marigold
      Spectator

      she treads the waves
      sailing from the dawn
      with a dragon-shaped prow
      silver wings on the bows

      a journey headed east
      beyond the lonely isles
      where secret creatures wait
      for their chance to be free

      the voyagers go ashore
      hearing drumbeats and voices
      a magician’s spell is cast
      what was hidden now revealed

      so the travelers sail on
      and unbeknown to them
      the Kraken sleeps below
      dwelling in the deep

      but the real perils lie ahead
      not for the faint-hearted
      sea-serpents and sleeping giants
      emerging and transforming

      the battles are not lost
      for the warriors of the sea
      they show their strength of spirit
      with the help of a little magic

      their onward quest
      to seek the very end
      but the journey doesn’t end
      where sky and water meet

    • #14511

      marigold
      Spectator

      Stepping out of the dark
      Envisioning your songs
      The mastery of melodies
      Is where your heart belongs

      A mischievous twinkle lies
      Behind that vampire grin
      These sonnets of yours
      Born from passion within

      Seeking out a new theme
      A kaleidyscope of tunes
      An ode to past heartaches
      Or a voyage to the moon

      And where you find your freedom
      There’s more beyond the stage
      It’s your choice to continue
      No longer the rat in a cage

      So send a message to the world
      A timeless story you build
      Of mysteries and gentle myths
      To ensure your fate is fulfilled

      …to be continued, perhaps.

      no prizes for guessing who that’s about. :P :lol:

    • #14512

      marigold
      Spectator

      To RBD:

      A dedication to the past
      The lyrics and the songs
      Finding hidden treasures
      They were buried long ago

      Make a record of it now
      To fill in all the gaps
      One by one others join
      Adding their own piece

      Mysteries revealed
      The puzzle put together
      Trials and tribulations
      The history now shared

      This small part of the legacy
      Many more stories to be found
      Your commitment is so awesome
      And it’s also mighty wyrd :P

    • #14513

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      to the woods
      a man walked alone
      in deafening silence
      a trail to the center

      sighting the local fauna
      inside the telescope
      the crosshairs
      revealing murder

      carefully taking time
      to line up the shot
      making sure his hands
      are not shaking

      no not this time
      vision is calculated
      a target has never been so close
      so within reach

      you could just reach out
      and take the life away
      the man in the woods
      falls to the leaves

    • #14514

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you turned left
      when you should have went right
      now your on a one way street
      going down the wrong way
      as you hit a pothole
      your coffee spills in your lap
      and you run into the curb
      dropping your cell phone to the floor
      running a red light
      all the while being late for work
      and talk radio is blaring through the radio
      telling you how bad the economy is
      and where there are bombs pointed at you
      so you feel lucky to even go to work today
      at least you have a job
      with your coffee stained pants
      you stroll by your overly attentive secretary
      who reminds you about the meeting you are late for
      you forgot your notes at home
      that’s okay, i have a backup on my computer
      wait, what’s my password again?

    • #14515

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when i was young
      it never occurred to me
      growing old was far away
      but still rushing to get there

      when i was old
      it still did not occur to me
      being young was far away
      slowing time seemed impossible

      when i was dead
      it finally occurred to me
      now i’m really far away
      i miss counting the days

    • #14516

      marigold
      Spectator

      That’s all you get
      One window of opportunity
      And before it closes
      Take your chance

      Make the most of it
      Don’t wait too long
      It’s shattering now
      The glass is free

    • #14517

      marigold
      Spectator

      A path to guide the silent
      A flashback distant
      Forget about the time
      A lifetime wilted away

      Is that where you stand
      Overlooking everything
      Summing up the glories
      Seeing what’s ahead

      The days go marching on
      As the ants march uphill
      Bearing weights of the world
      Going in the same direction

      Forward thinking, forward march
      Never changing their form
      It’s the madness of today
      As their eyes turn to look away

    • #14518

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      When I reach for you
      When I think of all the memories you put me through
      When time contradicts my worries and losses
      When all me is forgotten, carved on paper
      Wrapped loosely on your heart
      Ready to be tossed aside for next year.
      To have at the wind ready to be torn in two.
      My sleep cringes at my heart’s thoughts of you.
      Wishing dreams would take the shadows of my thoughts
      Away for safe keep in the clouds of Heaven.
      But your mirrored reflection keeps piercing on my body.
      If Heaven was a relevant thought but it won’t last
      Just like my dreams I wake up, all lies
      Woven into the shards of this mirror.
      The distant sounds of crashes keep the storms in my mind.
      If you would just follow?
      Come into my dreams for just a while
      But those times were abandoned for long
      When glancing out my window for your message.
      I stare up to the stars to see if it’s too late.
      Your face stares back smiling laughing into eternity
      Glowing into the sun, your eyes sparkling so effervescently.
      Driving miles late, into the open as I roam hoping as I go
      The later I travel the bleaker it looks upon your face.
      Your lips so lush once with hope now drained with cement.
      Now I just stare, looking at the dead snow,
      I now hear the snow graze against the grass so carefully
      Not to disturb what I have grown to become
      As the dust secretly gathers around me,
      the moonlight becomes my madness
      My excuse to become my ghost’s last kiss.
      I just wish I could hear your last scream
      A once lively drone as a sign that you left be broken in two.
      Sand fills in my pores to fill the empty void
      The black hole ruined my perceptions as the hourglass fills.
      But as I close my eyes a tear forms from the desolate times of compassion.
      As I remember you so soft and delicate so able to shatter.
      You left without a remark, not a tear drifted from your blank face
      The mirror cracked as you left falling to the ground
      Leaving a trail from your soft steps from behind.
      Not a phone call, not one proof you weren’t dead to me, fictional in nature.
      The crucial came at the end, as my sleep was suddenly taken away
      As I hear the recurring sound of rain dropping devastatingly loud upon the window
      The sound of thousands of small screams in the night.
      Laying her but never taken away like in the old days,
      But they were all crucial lies in the end of the days.
      Sleep was just there when I needed you around, to count days.
      Now I just lie here staring at the moon for another empty promise
      To fill my brain was a small ease of mind.
      So I can end these tears of short lived remembrance
      And as the car drives away, the headlights piercing into the dark air
      I can finally have that arms of mother nature silently bring me back to a drowsy slumber.

    • #14519

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Now I just stare, looking at the dead snow,

      As the dust secretly gathers around me,
      the moonlight becomes my madness
      My excuse to become my ghost’s last kiss.

      I can finally have that arms of mother nature silently bring me back to a drowsy slumber.[/quote:l4nlbcnm]
      :shock: Epic! Almost reads like a Shakespearian piece! :shock:

      I truly love this poem, and those quoted lines are plain f*cking epic! I’m impressed, really. Hats off! 8)

    • #14520

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      haha, thanks for the awesome comment Arthur, I really appreciate it. :D

    • #14521

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      opening to the first page
      the lines read just the same
      blowing the dust off the lines
      can barely make out in time
      under the gun
      never impersonating someone
      let’s keep it to ourselves
      you and i, tiny little elves
      as we read on to infinity
      combing the beach of sanity
      hoping to find some truth
      giving up on proof

    • #14522

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if there was ever one
      it has to be someone
      maybe truly unsuspected
      a spy once defected
      an infiltration of the mind
      your vision becoming truly blind
      overwhelming forces of domination
      shutting down any resistance
      just let it go on
      lay down your arms
      give into the madness
      fuck off with the sadness

    • #14523

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      dipping into the ink
      today i write this letter
      you may have not known
      how desperate i’ve become

      so i start it off
      with an address to you
      my favorite friend
      the one i want to hurt the least

      but the one
      i’ll hurt the most
      love that it’s written to you
      love that it’s all i can do

      a few last words
      before i depart this place
      give into me
      give into my grace

      i love you

    • #14524

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a tired dusty moth
      beating its wings
      against its own body
      somehow it sings

      crying out to you
      to turn on a light
      its so cold outside
      it needs something bright

      many miles its traveled
      searching all alone
      for a personal sun
      to call its own

    • #14525

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      whispering her last breath
      she told me that she loved me
      at the moment upon death
      nothing sounded as lovely

      a promise to come back and haunt me
      because you cannot let me go
      even in two different worlds
      we shall be together even more

      for time is endless
      from beginning to infinity
      and each second spent with you
      my love spreads eternally

      another direction you must take
      another lesson in your life
      only your soul is at stake
      carve out my heart with a knife

    • #14526

      marigold
      Spectator

      <<^^ that was a good one

      ………………………………………

      A sense of knowing, distorted meaning
      The simple truth found in eternity
      An understanding of returned feeling
      A shared sympathy buried in dignity

      In knots and riddles, going round in circles
      Wrapped up in traditional fashion
      Illustrated examples of perfect symbols
      Taking an alternative direction

      Something that so easily defies the mind
      Influential words from a distant voice
      Presenting a static view of time
      Too far away to even see a choice

      The zeros make another appearance
      Disillusioned by what they have seen
      Something awoken, taking a chance
      To relive an era from their dreams

      Joining tribal echoes that match their own

    • #14527

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thoughts of a madman break down your doors carrying mighty chains and whips. latch you to a chair and prop open your eyes. trying to connect to a perceived reality that doesn’t even exist. monsters chemicals and spirits fly across your soul, staining it for life. a scar you must wear. you are now branded a symbol of lies, hate, despair, loneliness, confusion, desperation, and sadness. try to run away now on a spinning globe your feet get you nowhere. you cannot express yourself as everything only has a negative association. better to be quiet, let the others enjoy their gay lives. pour some more salt on your wounds and lick until they bleed. this is the path you have chosen to take. the bend in the road wasn’t a bend at all. just a curve to make the trip longer. suffer. it’s the only thing you have left. going down to an unforeseen level of darkness and desires. you can never achieve peace or joy. you cannot grasp the simplest of ideas as rumors and tidalwaves of personalities roll around inside your tiny little head. the stare is back, my friend. the closet door was closed and the key was thrown out years ago. swallowed by a mystic and betraying associate. forever in this state you must curl into a ball to keep from freezing. rocking back and forth sucking on your thumb. nothing but lies can come from your mouth you are not honest with emotion. your eyes can close just one more time for a short nap away from all distractions. it is here, among the imagination avenue that you can begin to separate body from mind. but the walking alarm clocks touch the clouds, waking you to a cold sweat. again shivering in self doubt, loathing, and misery.

    • #14528

      marigold
      Spectator

      o_O

    • #14529

      marigold
      Spectator

      If you follow, let him lead you
      He will take you out of this masked life
      Into reality and waking you up
      From a cycle of death and rebirth
      Opening your eyes to another world
      Another plan that has been in the making
      For as long as we have breathed
      Look back into the past and you’ll see
      That the only choice we have left
      Is to leave

    • #14530

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a feeling of someone else
      a perversion of reality
      a sense of possesion
      a little drop of poison

      just enough to be aware
      just enough to have forgotten
      just enough to lose the way
      just enough to never care

      did i let this happen to me
      did i influence these thoughts
      did i control my apathy
      did i become lost

      the answers you shall never find
      the questions keep on coming
      the fabric has started to unwind
      the moths have eaten their fill

    • #14531

      marigold
      Spectator

      La pluie est comme des larmes
      et après la tempête
      Il ya toujours le sourire du soleil
      Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes
      ou où vous allez
      mais ne jeux pas avec moi
      Je peut etre vire avec la verite
      mais je crois qu’il y a bien plus
      et je veux sentir la meme
      mais nous ne pouvons pas sentir le soleil
      sans connaître son ombre

    • #14532

      marigold
      Spectator

      It could have been avoided
      If you had given it a chance
      It could have been applauded
      With a different performance
      But it’s still the same
      This time it’s unwanted
      With you in a role
      You took for granted
      For fame or wisdom
      In another’s eye
      It doesn’t matter now
      The chance gone by
      Choose the words wisely
      Because the reply
      Will be analyzed by them
      Forever asking why

    • #14533

      marigold
      Spectator

      A sense of desolation
      Brought on by hopeless agony
      This end of the world scenario
      An apocalypse pretense

      Escape this delusion
      All your doom and gloom
      Fighting the truth
      Face up to it

      Time and time again
      The message is cried aloud
      An S.O.S falling on deaf ears
      Wrapped in cotton wool

      All those lifetimes
      Are now displaced histories
      The islands washed away
      Lost into the sea

      End of the culture
      End of the memories
      The longest day begins
      Starting over again

    • #14534

      marigold
      Spectator

      As the night falls, it quietly appears
      Drifting beneath the fears
      Words for the taking
      Concepts in the making
      Written on the last page
      And the sound you don’t want to hear
      When it all seems over
      When the book shuts forever
      But someone else is there
      To help open a new story
      To open your eyes and see
      The concept is still there
      The words replaced with care
      The start of a new day
      New beginnings and forgotten endings
      Full of expectations
      No doubts or hesitations
      Out beyond the frozen ideas

    • #14535

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i blamed myself for your faults
      kept the blood fresh for more salt
      reached up grasping into those nights
      to only see your exiting tail lights

      we arrived here as one
      you broke us for fun
      you found love too easily
      destroyed our eternity

      no hard feelings as we separate
      leaving me frozen in this state
      wanting to treat you like before
      remembering you are just a whore

      my new solitude sure is something
      distorted reality of a big nothing
      waving goodbye is growing so old
      too much of us was never told

      until the very end, the truth came out
      proving what you are all about
      and to this day, i cannot forget
      a negative charge, a dead element

      daily reminders of your insecurity
      one more time, let us blame me
      watch as one who never cared
      passes blame to one who dared

      the solution never becoming clear
      a straight shot into the air
      rising hopelessly during eternal flight
      so far gone, i have completely lost sight

    • #14536

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      closed eyes set in for the night
      amber vessels remain still-lives
      blinking two times to see the light
      a double take of reality bites

    • #14537

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      yeah, we closed our eyes at the same time
      holding onto a reality that was so sublime
      giving into one another, forever and ever
      the chance that we could lose each other, never

      soon enough, a distance grew between you and i
      inexplicable, no more kisses during the night
      turning around, hoping to lock eyes once more
      seeing only darkness, these eyes just feel so sore

      tell myself, things will be all right in time
      knowing deep down, it’s just another lie
      hoping to hold you just for one more chance
      longing to feel you as we take our last dance

      these are the memories i have of you and i
      the quick pains that strike deep down inside
      a fond recollection is all that is left to see
      a time that once knew only you and me

    • #14538

      marigold
      Spectator

      softly and surely
      a way to end the pain
      you killed her
      after long suffering
      the darkness took hold
      til all the words left
      were crazy
      nothing making sense
      dull and lifeless
      now gone
      in the dead of night
      her ghost returns to haunt

    • #14539

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      tonight you tried to kill me
      and lunged forward with words
      an absence of gratitude never felt before
      but i move to the side

      you fall to the floor
      laughing in hysterics
      rolling around in your own blood
      haha, i guess it is a little funny

      kitchen tiles now stained red
      much madness just below the line
      not quite insane enough to be divine sense
      straightjacket material

      keep tossing and turning
      it’s fun to watch you lose
      keep telling yourself you are winning
      forever, be your own fool

    • #14540

      Arthur
      Spectator

      your body
      is a temple of dreams
      worshipped
      by me
      and I send you prayers of fire
      I kneel for your divine feet
      and drink from your naval
      please, give me
      your sweet stroke of mercy
      while I drown
      in the tears
      of our unification

      (old poem of me from 1990/08/29, which I found back today while moving some boxes… There are tons more from back then, which I might consider publishing here… :wink: )

    • #14541

      marigold
      Spectator

      please do Arthur, that one is pretty awesome! :)

      much madness just below the line
      not quite insane enough to be divine sense
      [/quote:xj97y7du]

      I recognise these words from somewhere :P

    • #14542

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i never meant to make you cry, i lied
      it’s happens when you’re dead, inside
      no place for the feelings to reside
      keep pushing them down, aside

      giving up on myself, convinced i’m dead
      maybe i should be that instead
      remembering images of the life i’ve led
      dismissing the thoughts in my head

    • #14543

      marigold
      Spectator

      What does it take to change
      A simple magic spell
      To take you to the otherworld
      To drown you in the fires
      And spit you out again
      A simple act of faith
      To send you up a mountain
      Struggling to reach the peak
      To fall back time and again
      A simple word of knowledge
      To lead you into the cave
      To darken your world
      And hide you from the light
      A simple thought of truth
      So obvious it blinds
      Unveiling the answers
      In time it sets you free

    • #14544

      Anonymous
      Spectator

      The harder you try
      the harder you fall
      do what feels right
      is answer to all.

    • #14545

      marigold
      Spectator

      ^^ nice and simple. I like it.

    • #14546

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      Dazey, I love the short but truthful message in your poem. :D

    • #14547

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it would seem as though
      i should just let go
      an end to this life
      a new beginning in spite

      talking to you
      bores me to tears
      and not just the expression
      i literally cry

      for i do not get you
      how do you know so many things?
      the only thing i can be sure of
      is your displeasant taste

      let’s just start from here
      so much for a two way street
      there is only one way with you
      and i’m jumping off

      would i rather walk alone
      than be with you
      traveling at light speed
      the answer is yes

      leave me to my fog
      the one thing i know is always around
      moves slowly, across the view
      it will never let me down

    • #14548

      marigold
      Spectator

      I see you
      Floating above the clouds
      Your soul soars free
      Joining friends who have left
      And your special soul mate
      Time to embrace again
      While we carry on
      Sweating the small stuff
      Always an inspiration
      Was your dedication
      To others around
      Don’t look back
      The endless days are gone
      Waiting for the final time
      To say goodbye
      Your memory lives on

    • #14549

      marigold
      Spectator

      no use trying
      when you don’t really care
      no use denying
      there’s no point being here
      is it you or is it me
      questioning our ways
      and it’s plain to see
      we’re wasting our days
      no excuses remain
      it was never meant to last
      a need to break the chains
      and break free from the past

    • #14550

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      bent spoons
      packed in paper bags
      hurried steps outside
      a beep and then

      the moon beats from above
      pull my shades down
      drive to reach the red
      swipe the money i don’t have

      snow bursting through
      plowing into the windshield
      wipers on intermediate
      frozen, it smears again

      key into hole, turn once again
      the cold, the mess, the unknown
      a feeling so unnatural
      do i belong here?

      where else, is the question
      close eyes alone
      in a king sized bed
      where did you go?

      haha, yeah, nevermind you
      i keep telling myself
      it’s only about us
      playing cards with the crickets

    • #14551

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      spoke too soon for you
      a dream unfolding as true
      actions taken that weren’t real
      give me a second to steal

      hands plow through the ground
      reaching up and about
      grasping the nearest things
      our telephone with infinite rings

      you never hear them sound
      around around and about
      it’s okay though, for you and me
      we said goodbye for eternity

    • #14552

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      don’t really expect you to get me
      how could you?
      i am an unseen force
      to be reckoned with
      by anyone around
      defeating all that try
      isolating those who gave it a shot
      forever alone
      forever alone
      forever alone
      just leave me be
      i’m forever alone

    • #14553

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      and if you want me to give amends
      i won’t do it this time
      life is too short, a fleeting second
      it’s as much yours, as mine

      we could go on and on
      about each other’s faults
      let’s just join hands
      locked in each other’s vaults

      to be set free someday
      out amongst the trees
      one last chance for us
      to show each other’s vulnerabilities

    • #14554

      marigold
      Spectator

      we sought for answers
      in the shrines and temples
      but all that was there
      were secrets in the stones

      we consulted the oracle
      high on the mountain
      but all she could tell us
      was the pattern of water

      we tried to find solace
      in the arms of nature
      but all we could find
      was moss and fallen trees

      we sought out prayers
      in books and ancient tales
      but all that was read
      were burnt memories

      we sought for peace
      in a simple shared garden
      and we found our answers
      there, in the silent earth

    • #14555

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      ah yes
      inside these walls
      again we speak
      hello, how are you?
      we moved past this
      a time or two before
      and we felt a connection
      we fused our souls
      deep into your eyes
      and deep into mine
      we both stared
      fused for eternity
      but what i said
      and what you felt
      was not based in reality
      it was a lie
      i made you feel
      what you wanted
      i made you smile
      to give you comfort
      i know what you want
      it seems so simple
      i am but a pawn
      controlled by the king
      if you do not understand
      what i am disclosing
      i am simply saying
      7s and 5s
      sounds nice

    • #14556

      Arthur
      Spectator

      we sought for answers
      in the shrines and temples
      but all that was there
      were secrets in the stones

      we consulted the oracle
      high on the mountain
      but all she could tell us
      was the pattern of water

      we tried to find solace
      in the arms of nature
      but all we could find
      was moss and fallen trees

      we sought out prayers
      in books and ancient tales
      but all that was read
      were burnt memories

      we sought for peace
      in a simple shared garden
      and we found our answers
      there, in the silent earth[/quote:185m5wil]
      sweet…

    • #14557

      marigold
      Spectator

      :)

      At first the 4th line in that went: ‘were secrets in the spires’ and I was going to try the other lines from that part of Muzzle for each 4th line :roll: but it worked out better with lines I made up. I wonder if you can see the theme shared between every 4th line Arthur? :wink:

    • #14558

      marigold
      Spectator

      Ok to take some time out
      To stew in your own juices
      A cooking pot
      Of human stew
      Emotions bubbling
      To the surface
      Thoughts and visions
      Adding spice to the mix
      And when you’ve cooled down
      It’s easier to make sense
      Of all the madness
      There’s no logic to it all
      But somehow you go on
      Wading through the flood
      With the fuel in your blood
      Enough to send you on your way

    • #14559

      marigold
      Spectator

      I can hear those
      midnight melodies
      ringing in my ears

      the taste of sound
      straight through the mind
      out up into the sky

      don’t let it go
      don’t fight it
      enjoy the moment

      and under the moon
      out by the firelight
      is where i’ll be

      seemingly immersed
      in those melodies
      won’t you join me?

    • #14560

      Fractured desires
      Too many rushes of blood
      Not enough buzzes left to expand
      Too many let downs

      Ideas imbibed
      Too many thoughts flowing freely
      Not enough action followed through
      Too many expressions left unsaid

      Sucked dry
      Too many emotional investments
      Not enough receiving
      Too many goodbyes

      Resolution undefined
      Too many fish in the sea
      Not enough time in the world
      Too many times to be driven blind

    • #14561

      marigold
      Spectator

      :) that’s a pretty good one Ash

      lol what kind of avatar is that!

    • #14562

      marigold
      Spectator

      life is too short, a fleeting second
      [/quote:1406njeq]

      indeed

    • #14563

      Arthur
      Spectator

      I wonder if you can see the theme shared between every 4th line Arthur? :wink:[/quote:tyvkc3j9]
      Of course, you have been stealing that from my poem "like water like fire like ice like wood", published here on Sunday September 21, 2008. But hey, I forgive you… :wink:

    • #14564

      marigold
      Spectator

      I wonder if you can see the theme shared between every 4th line Arthur? :wink:[/quote:2evpwd1j]
      Of course, you have been stealing that from my poem "like water like fire like ice like wood", published here on Sunday September 21, 2008. But hey, I forgive you… :wink:[/quote:2evpwd1j]

      :lol: I had forgotten about that one, but yes, I guess you wrote something similar!

    • #14565

      marigold
      Spectator

      Endless wanderings
      Timeless connection
      To the end of the world
      And deep into the ocean

      Forever broken
      Forever waiting
      A moment unexpected
      Unique and unwavering

      Shadowed by the shape
      Of an undeniable past
      The future may look bright
      If you take another glance

      Through the looking glass
      All the star explosions
      Are turning into dust
      A change in evolution

      The endless wanderings
      Don’t go on forever
      One day you’ll realise
      When it’s the end of never

      oops I thought I had read that line somewhere before.

      and though we cannot see it
      the future seems bright
      it seems that is the way things are
      if you follow your inner light
      [/quote:1njo24of]
      :oops: :roll: :P

    • #14566

      Arthur
      Spectator

      I REALLY see some copyright bills going your way now, Debby! :P :lol:

    • #14567

      marigold
      Spectator

      Derek wouldn’t do that to me!

      Besides, he’s done the same with a couple of my poems, without really realising as well :P

    • #14568

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      no comment

    • #14569

      Arthur
      Spectator

      :lol:

    • #14570

      marigold
      Spectator

      Inspired by a documentary I went to see tonight.

      Take a walk down
      To the riverside
      The water running slow
      No longer clear

      The birdsong absent
      Unnatural silence
      The water disturbed
      By roaming cattle

      Calls unanswered
      Tonight the river swells
      Solutions so simple
      The river screams

      The criminal hides
      Behind the power of money
      A screen of shame
      That will mean the end

      All the effort
      Struggling to make change
      Many voices join in
      Only hope remains

    • #14571

      marigold
      Spectator

      There once was a place
      Where the roads met
      Where we could stand our ground
      The water flows fast now

      Fighting against the storm
      The enemies retreat
      It’s so cold outside
      Why won’t they go away

      The noise of the world
      Blocking out their sound
      With some sort of enlightenment
      Pulsating in the ears

      The pictures tell us stories
      The blank screen stares
      Truth or fiction, who knows
      We turn away from the lies

      To reach for lines written
      The pages appear one by one
      A book to open the mind
      The chapters of the soul

      Read by anyone who cares
      To set upon the open road
      To go where the river flows
      To stand their ground

    • #14572

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      buckets of ice
      numb the pain
      thousands of lice
      here we go again

    • #14573

      marigold
      Spectator

      time slips away
      through the cracks
      that form so swiftly
      on our path

      where our minds
      lose their way
      and the distance
      grows nearer

      the shadows grow
      the light once shone
      beyond our power
      is now dimming

    • #14574

      marigold
      Spectator

      the planet spins in retrograde
      the machines break down
      the communications fail
      everything going backwards

      the answers aren’t given
      the door doesn’t open
      the reasons unknown
      for this celestial power

    • #14575

      marigold
      Spectator

      How well are you grounded
      How far do your roots go down
      Is it time to branch out
      Reach for the light
      That was out of your grasp
      The intentions grown
      From one simple seed of truth

    • #14576

      marigold
      Spectator

      we wait to hear the news
      our patience tested to the full
      where our hearts were full of hope
      now giving in to apathy

      :roll:

    • #14577

      marigold
      Spectator

    • #14578

      marigold
      Spectator

      following the same stars
      so close and yet so far
      they get dimmer day by day
      what was hoped for
      now becomes lost in time

      to cater to the arrogance
      to live up to a stereotype
      a change too great to make
      all that matters now
      is to go on your own way

    • #14579

      marigold
      Spectator

      What if it all disappeared?
      The words you shared so easily
      The songs that bring you to life
      All gone in a flash

      Where would we be?
      Without reading the lines
      Without hearing the tunes
      The reasons unknown

      Hiding in the spaces
      Between shadow and light
      While missing in action
      Just to bide your time

    • #14580

      marigold
      Spectator

      4.33am

      Firebird fire
      You burned up the sky
      You drove back the night
      So that we could fly

    • #14581

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      where were you
      before you were one
      when did you die
      to fuse with the sun

      lost in time and space
      going up to come back down
      to never feel out of place
      i don’t need me around

    • #14582

      marigold
      Spectator

      Ahem

      A war of words
      Through time and space
      Break the continuum
      And keep up the pace
      [/quote:3aemblez]

      :P

    • #14583

      marigold
      Spectator

      just like the moon
      I sink beneath the waves
      to rest with the starfish
      and hide in the anemones
      left alone to ponder
      how did it come to this?
      rising up for air
      a chance to start again

    • #14584

      marigold
      Spectator

      to the tune of Three Blind Mice

      One blind cat x2
      See how she pees x2
      She went all over the kitchen floor
      Just don’t know what to do anymore
      Did you ever see such a thing in your life…
      As one blind cat?

      yes, inspired by someone’s cat, and no, I am not drunk! :P

    • #14585

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      haha, i can totally relate to this song!

    • #14586

      marigold
      Spectator

      well, duh!

    • #14587

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      a true desperation
      to feign content
      the silhouettes pressed
      drapes of the sky
      silent laughing
      at you

      you cry behind
      to hide the tears
      shadows are cast
      one with the fabric
      a web of deceit

      you wait
      for spiders to feed

    • #14588

      marigold
      Spectator

      there once was a time
      when dragons used to roam
      and ships would sail to find treasure
      in the far reaches of the seas

      and now we live in a time
      when the dragons sleep in a daze
      and the ships sail to find peace
      and those far reaches seem too close

      but one day we will face a time
      when the dragons will awaken
      and our ships could be swept away
      over the edge of the world…to another universe

    • #14589

      marigold
      Spectator

      like a stone
      once rough and broken
      but now smooth
      from the sands of time
      and storms that have passed
      waiting for your destiny
      and guidance from within
      a depth of gratitude shown
      to all who cross your path
      whether good or bad
      all a lesson
      part of the tapestry of life
      with strands intertwined
      we weave our way
      moments unfolding
      with hope and despair alike

    • #14590

      marigold
      Spectator

      through stories we tell our truths
      these fragments of our past
      the reasons for our actions
      our journeys and mishaps
      the knowledge given freely
      to those ready to awaken
      transforming their own ideas
      into a force for change

    • #14591

      marigold
      Spectator

      In the empty heartbeat of the city
      the poisoned souls are cold
      The knocked down walls
      and graffiti art displays
      They’ll have their voice
      once the din fades away
      from the misshapen thunder skies
      Lightning lights the sidewalk
      The energy flowing inwards
      from mind to mind
      Awakening them to the call
      The sound below ground
      rising up to drown out
      the lies they tell us all

    • #14592

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      backlit snow monsters
      forever dark days
      pierced trout gills
      bloody fish hooks

      clean and pure cold
      iced out rides for free
      low flying puddle jumpers
      diesel on IV

    • #14593

      marigold
      Spectator

      the moon void of course
      hope goes astray
      straight to the end
      of possibilities

    • #14594

      marigold
      Spectator

      When I leave, you will still find me,
      I will return with the winds of spring
      I will be seen in the moon’s reflection
      My heartbeat in rhythm with the tides.
      In the branches that reach
      and the flowers that seek the sun,
      as one with the changing seasons
      I will be there, forever alive.

    • #14595

      jupiter
      Spectator

      the wind blows
      the trees rustle
      i cannot hear
      i cannot see
      will this ever end

    • #14596

      jupiter
      Spectator

      the sun will always shine
      the clouds will always rain
      the stars will always sparkle
      the earth will always turn
      people will always live
      and i will be here……..waiting for ppl to tell me when i can die

    • #14597

      Arthur
      Spectator

      and i will be here……..waiting for ppl to tell me when i can die[/quote:e3xbnvrf]
      epic. 8)

    • #14598

      jupiter
      Spectator

      8)

    • #14599

      marigold
      Spectator

      everything flowing
      a state of constant change
      from start to end
      chaos and balance
      distorted seasons
      renewal and decay
      a lost opportunity
      it all turns away
      from love and disaster

    • #14600

      marigold
      Spectator

      Jane McKie’s poem \"Leper Window, St Mary the Virgin\" has won the Edwin Morgan international poetry competition – winning £5,000 – at just 47 words long, that’s £106 per word.

      http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/au … k-festival

      Leper Window, St Mary the Virgin by Jane McKie

      The contagion of lepers
      has lifted.

      The low glass, where they crouched
      even lower,

      remains, but their breath,
      their rash, their lack

      has passed into the lace
      of shadows in the yard.

      Where God looked
      but did not touch,

      the lip of sandstone
      is purled with fissures.[/quote:30gm2t31]

    • #14601

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Wow. Quite inspiring. Not the poem (it’s not that good), but the fact that you can earn good money by writing poetry! :lol:

    • #14602

      marigold
      Spectator

      yeah – I wonder how many entries the competition had – hundreds of people must have entered poems that got nothing!

      I personally think this thread has some poems that are better. But I am biased. 8)

    • #14603

      marigold
      Spectator

      I try to find them
      those bones buried long ago
      underneath layers of dirt
      and skeleton leaves
      They were buried deep
      What does it mean
      for you and me
      A corpse of truth
      to uncover

    • #14604

      marigold
      Spectator

      I think I found a competition to enter! :)

      http://www.evbooks.net/contest.htm

      Now to decide which poem… :?

    • #14605

      jupiter
      Spectator

      cool 8)

    • #14606

      jupiter
      Spectator

      To everyone

      i’ll treat you so good
      i’ll cry with you/for you
      i’ll take you places
      i’ll try to make sense of others
      i’ll offer you a hand and some answers
      i’ll always be there for you…..just give me some space sometimes
      dont be mean to me
      dont call me names
      try
      be you
      i love you
      peace

    • #14607

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      everytime i die
      i am more indebted
      to your idea
      of living

    • #14608

      jupiter
      Spectator

      she shines like a star in the sea
      bringing us all to our knees
      even the miners
      she feels as soft as a flower
      laying petals before everyone
      catching the moon
      catching the moon

    • #14609

      jupiter
      Spectator

      do i love her enough
      to let her go
      is she worth worrying about
      why do we bound ourselves
      life is so much simpler on our own
      is the compromise worth it
      are we stars that shine brighter together or apart

    • #14610

      marigold
      Spectator

      cool poems Chad! I like the starry themes :)

    • #14611

      jupiter
      Spectator

      we are stars
      8)

    • #14612

      marigold
      Spectator

      …we are!

      4.39am

      what it is
      to live in this machine
      that kills all hope
      and drowns out inspiration
      this machine that breathes
      and sucks you down
      consumes your life
      and controls your every move
      there are the few that know
      they are awake
      they live on the wave’s edge, they are restless
      they want to break away
      some have already made it
      and it hurts to know
      we can all be free
      we know the tide is turning

    • #14613

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      aurora borealis across the sky

      the light on a dark night
      colors against the blackground
      never changing stars flickering
      our colors melting between

      moving across the sky
      no pattern to explain
      a chance meeting of stars
      challenging forcefields of earth

      maybe never getting to the ground
      maybe never touching one another
      maybe never anything
      boy, did we put on a show

      everyone else stopped dancing
      to see our waltz

    • #14614

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      to live in this machine
      that kills all hope
      and drowns out inspiration
      this machine that breathes
      and sucks you down
      consumes your life
      and controls your every move
      [/quote:ief7jwkv]

      8)

    • #14615

      marigold
      Spectator

      aurora borealis across the sky

      the light on a dark night
      colors against the blackground
      never changing stars flickering
      our colors melting between

      moving across the sky
      no pattern to explain
      a chance meeting of stars
      challenging forcefields of earth

      maybe never getting to the ground
      maybe never touching one another
      maybe never anything
      boy, did we put on a show

      everyone else stopped dancing
      to see our waltz[/quote:3urh6mm0]

      8)

      did you see one? (an aurora)

    • #14616

      Daysofthephoenix
      Spectator

      A new one I wrote this past Thursday.
      I tried my hand at a rhyming poem, as you can see I’m pretty bad at it. :lol:

      You set me heart ablaze
      With just the simplest of gazes
      If you were to just glance
      Maybe if I could just take a chance
      That maybe if you looked at me and asked me to dance
      We could light a candle and start on a voyage of romance.
      The sun shines in your eyes, so divine
      As your fragment burn they are sure to remind
      As your delicate body moves as a dove
      The wind whispers a hymn in my heart from far above.
      The enchanted embers burn in your presence
      The burning daggers pierce with such resonance
      A veil dyed black faded with lies
      All these passions of desire and adoration I deny.
      So lovely, your shadowed body moves, so eloquently.
      The stones sink me under beneath the waves ever so instrumentally.
      The arrow has been cast into the depths of my blood.
      The emotions are channeled as the messages begin to flood.
      The ink runs deep along my pours
      It flows from the pages of my body and permeates through the air
      Clouds that flow freely uninterrupted by the nature that it impairs.
      If the mirrors echoes onto rooftops of the smoke that draws near.
      Because the feelings that have not been acquainted with might be out of fear
      For times are coming to a close, and with these thoughts I impose
      With the question that beckons from the heart, does an effortless answer truly suffice?

    • #14617

      jupiter
      Spectator

      it rhymes, and its good!
      :wink:

    • #14618

      marigold
      Spectator

      A competition from Bjork – I might have a go at this :)

      cosmogony lyrics competition:

      “and they say: back then our universe
      was an empty sea –until a silver fox
      and her cunning mate began to sing
      … a song that became the world we know”

      cosmogony, biophilia’s mother song and app, is inspired by different creation myths throughout history and the idea that the big bang is our civilisation’s own creation myth.

      many cultures have they’re own stories about how the world began. write your own verse for cosmogony around a creation myth you know of leaving “and they say:” at the beginning and “became the world we know” at the end.

      the winning verse will be added to the song and sung by björk at a live performance.

      click here to enter: http://bit.ly/n0F9RL

      closing date for entries: november 7th 2011 [/quote:2jgtxhi3]

    • #14619

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i’m all alone
      right where i need to be
      back to how it started
      born alone to die alone

      in the meantime, i’ll meet you
      i’ll look at you and smile
      i’ll hold your hand and say
      i love you

      but inside, i’m alone
      alone with these thoughts
      alone with myself
      alone with no one else
      alone with you next to me

    • #14620

      marigold
      Spectator

      “and they say: once their children conspired
      to push apart mother earth and father sky
      the light bled in to fill up the darkness
      … and all between became the world we know”

      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rangi_and_Papa

    • #14621

      yeah – I wonder how many entries the competition had – hundreds of people must have entered poems that got nothing!

      I personally think this thread has some poems that are better. But I am biased. 8)[/quote:3go4p8gz]

      Yeah sometimes I just don’t get it… some poems that win contests do not even seem good to me. I wish I knew what the people that judged them were thinking! LOL

      What really gets me sometimes is contests on a website I joined, fanstory.com they have people entering and winning contests but their poems do not have anything to do the subject of the contest theme. :roll:

    • #14622

      jupiter
      Spectator

      i try
      i cant stand up in this place
      people living
      cursing and being happy
      i’ll try to seem at peace
      i wont cause waves
      tainted
      by those we love and learned from
      the irony cuts
      and, i try
      i cant …………..

    • #14623

      marigold
      Spectator

      we hang onto hope
      our dreams are made in the darkness
      but only by living in the light
      we may find them
      or we may deny them
      and their echoes bend around
      to greet you once again
      is it real life to you
      or just dreams in the dark…

    • #14624

      jupiter
      Spectator

      best yet!
      :wink:

    • #14625

      marigold
      Spectator

      err, I don’t think so, but thanks!

    • #14626

      marigold
      Spectator

      Poetry prompts for today: Procrastination or proactive:

      http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blo … enge-day-1

      hmm, I’m sure I can do that later…. :P

    • #14627

      marigold
      Spectator

      4.39am

      what it is
      to live in this machine
      that kills all hope
      and drowns out inspiration
      this machine that breathes
      and sucks you down
      consumes your life
      and controls your every move
      there are the few that know
      they are awake
      they live on the wave’s edge, they are restless
      they want to break away
      some have already made it
      and it hurts to know
      we can all be free
      we know the tide is turning[/quote:3j8fsts7]

      Somewhat similar idea, from a recent speech:

      "There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious — makes you so sick at heart — that you can’t take part. You can’t even passively take part. And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all."
      Mario Savio – Leader of the Berkeley Free Speech Movement

    • #14628

      Arthur
      Spectator

      cool![/quote:1g294lvp]
      (taken from another thread, before it was leading to a huge derail from my side :P

      Yeah, I hope so. Now I’m on roughly 50-60 paperback pages (just over 15,500 words), and more than half of it was read by a friend a while back. He said he was astonished by the flow of the story, that made him want to read on an on… 8)

      (but he is not working at a publishing company, to keep me away from Cloud 9 lol)

      But I needed that kind approval before I could continue to write the story, as I did something that I considered to be a little risky or boring to the reader: I’m mixing a medieval story of an evil lord with his huge group of marauding knights against a peaceful little town, inside a story of a bank and its lawyers against 1 person in current times. These are the first lines of the medieval part (sorry, it’s Dutch! => crappy English translation after that!), just to give you guys an idea of about 1 page of the story. Hope you like it… It starts very peaceful… But that will change later… :wink:

      "Als je goed luisterde, kon je door het getingel van de drie sitars het geluid van zwaardgekletter horen. De jonge riddertjes waren aan het oefenen, het ene groepje op de sitars, het andere groepje met de houten zwaarden, verstevigd met stukken metaal. De oefeningen werden geleid door een bejaarde ridder, die op een op zijn kant liggende boomstronk in het midden van het oefenterrein zat. Met enige fantasie liepen de ritmes van beide soorten geluiden ongeveer gelijk op, en klonk het zelfs als een enigszins aangenaam instrumentaal riedeltje. Pling, ping, plok, knok. De licht-epische prelude van het soms harde, maar vaak ook mooie middeleeuwse leven.

      Sir Astamor liet zijn paard Mazark langzaam de houten loopbrug, die leidde naar de grote stenen poort, die op haar beurt toegang verleende naar het inwendige van het kasteel van Lord Zanskar, overgaan. Hij sloot zijn ogen, genoot van de sitargeluiden die in vlagen over de loopbrug op hem af kwamen, en hij moest inwendig lachen om het houtig-metalen geluid van de oefenzwaarden die tegen elkaar geslagen werden. Zo had hij jaren geleden, het leek inmiddels wel eeuwen geleden, ook leren zwaardvechten. Het was op dezelfde plek geweest, hier in het kasteel, vlakbij de houten poort waar nu de jonge riddertjes aan het oefenen waren. Hij had les gehad van zijn vader, die vorig jaar, te vroeg en na een korte maar slopende ziekte, het tijdelijke leven voor de eeuwige dood had verwisseld. Hij wilde daar nu niet verder meer over nadenken. Maar de sitar had hij nooit onder de knie gekregen, en hij liet sindsdien het bespelen daarvan graag aan anderen over. Verder dan wat vingeroefeningen was hij nooit gekomen, hij had het snaarinstrument bijna gehaat. Ook daar wilde hij nu niet verder meer over nadenken.

      Ondertussen vond zijn paard Mazark, met een in gedachten verzonken ridder op zijn rug, de weg als vanzelf terug naar de stal van het huis van Astamor en Guinevera. De kleine, donkere, maar huiselijke stal met de ruif met hooi, met de grote houten bak met water, en met Lady Guinevera die hem met de harde borstels uit de kast aan de rechterkant in de stal zou komen afschrobben. Astamor schommelde ritmisch mee met de langzame passen van Mazark. Terwijl hij om zich heen keek, realiseerde hij zich dat er in het kasteel weinig tot niets veranderd was. Dat voelde goed."

    • #14629

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Let me try a fast Google translation that I improved myself quickly (sorry for the mistakes), to give you a little idea.

      \"If one listened carefully, one could hear through the sound of the three tinkling sitars, the sound of swords clashing. The young knights were practicing, one group on the sitar, another group with the wooden swords, reinforced with pieces of metal. The exercises were led by an elderly knight lying on its side on a tree stump in the middle of the practice grounds. With some imagination, the rhythms of both types of sound were almost similar, and it even sounded like a nice little instrumental song. Pling, ping, plok, bonk. The light-epic prelude to the sometimes harsh, but often beautiful medieval life.

      Sir Astamor proceeded slowly with his horse Mazark over the wooden walkway that led to the great stone gate, which in turn granted access to the interior of the castle of Lord Zanskar. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sitar sounds coming in gusts across the walkway towards him, and he had to laugh inwardly at the woody-metal sound of the practice swords when they were clashing. Years ago, it seemed like centuries ago by now, he had learned to fight with the sword too. It had been in the same place, here in the castle, near the wooden gate where now the young knights were practicing. He had been taught by his father, who died last year, too early and after a short but devastating illness. He didn’t want to think about that any further. But he never mastered the sitar, and he left the playing of the sitar to others who do master it. He never reached any level beyond some finger exercises, and he started to hate the strings of the instrument. He didn’t want to think about that any further too.

      Meanwhile his horse Mazark, with a knight occupied by deep thoughts on his back, found his way back to the barn of the house of Astamor and Guinevere almost naturally. The small, dark, cozy barn with the hay rack, with the big wooden bowl of water, and with Lady Guinevere that would polish him with the hard brushes off the shelf to the right in the barn. Astamor fluctuated rhythmically with the slow steps of Mazark. As he looked around, he realized that inside the castle, little or nothing had changed. It felt good.\"

    • #14630

      marigold
      Spectator

      Sounds cool! It makes me want to read more too :) Do you have a target of how much you want to write, or how big the book will be?

      I started writing a few stories a few years ago but haven’t had the motivation to keep the story going. Ran out of ideas, didn’t think it was very original, so I kinda gave up.

      Current project: working on some ideas for a zine or chapbook – if anyone would like to contribute an article, poem, short story, photo, artwork, let me know. 8)

      Edit: examples of chapbooks:

    • #14631

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Thanks for the compliment! :D

      I’m aiming for 50,000 – 100,000 words (roughly 300 paperback pages), but it all depends on time, inspiration, focus, hard work, if the story needs that many words, etc. Sometimes I can write a few full days in a row, but the last week I was so busy with work, that I only wrote a few hundred words during that week. Nice feature in Word, that word count thingy, by the way… ;) Maybe with 15,500 words now I’m already halfway, I don’t know. So far I write a part here, a part there, rewrite or extend older parts I already wrote… Most important: the flow needs to keep going. When I’m in it, it goes like hell. I hope I can finish my story like that. :)

      And good luck with your projects, I’m afraid I want to focus on my story first… Hope you understand… :wink:

    • #14632

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Update: 15,500 -> just over 19,500 now.

    • #14633

      marigold
      Spectator

      wow, 4000 words in a day?! That’s flowing alright!

      And good luck with your projects, I’m afraid I want to focus on my story first… Hope you understand… :wink:[/quote:350eekp1]

      I am thinking of a promo for your book in a future edition. 8)

    • #14634

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Hehe, 2,400 words came from a piece that I wrote this summer already, and I finally found a spot where to mix it in… :wink:

      And thanks for the promo offer also! Cool!

    • #14635

      marigold
      Spectator

      Hmm, I didn’t win the environmental or Bjork poetry competitions. Next time!

      But I have put together 6 poems for the chapbook!

      Now to find some images. 8)

    • #14636

      jupiter
      Spectator

      sorry i dont contribute much to the forum

    • #14637

      marigold
      Spectator

      that’s ok, it’s not like it’s expected, just when you feel like it, and have the time!

    • #14638

      jupiter
      Spectator

      :wink:

    • #14639

      jupiter
      Spectator

      beaten into a corner
      everything is grey
      i cant see any light
      a man stands in front of me
      a welcome hand
      and a sword in the other
      i am not alone

    • #14640

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Update: 15,500 -> just over 19,500 now.[/quote:bq86htlp]
      Yesterday night I reached 31,400 words. 8)

    • #14641

      milan
      Spectator

      Update: 15,500 -> just over 19,500 now.[/quote:3bz9079g]
      Yesterday night I reached 31,400 words. 8)[/quote:3bz9079g]

      Cool!!! :D

    • #14642

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Tonight I reached 40,216 words, on 97 Word pages. Time for a break now. But damn, this is so much FUN! I just LOVE to write like this! :D

      OK, what have I been doing so far? I set up a framework of 44 chapters, 22 for a story in current times, 22 for a story in medieval times. Chapter 1 is current times, chapter 2 is medieval times, chapter 3 is current times again, and so on. I might want to change that order, I don’t know. I just can only hope it works for the future reader. Maybe some extra chapters will be added later, I don’t know either. All chapters have (working) titles, the empty chapters have notes what I want to write there. Roughly 25 chapters are kind-of-ready, randomly written but already in the right place in the story. But quite a few of them kind-of-ready chapters are regularly reviewed, extended, partly rewritten etc., it’s a real work in progress.

      And the next challenge is to write about \"the big fight\", both the lawsuit part of recent years, and the medieval part, when the castle of the Lord and his friends is under attack. I want to make those chapters really long and exciting. Probably I’m roughly halfway now, I don’t know. I’m still aiming for the 100,000 words, or more. And hopefully it will end up being a 1 price, 2 stories book: a legal thriller mixed with a mirror-story of a huge medieval army attacking a friendly place, that knows how to fight back, although they are outnumbered big times.

      Anyway, just to share the excitement about writing this book with you guys. I’m not saying it will be the next blockbuster in your local bookstore, but in a humble way I’m proud of what I wrote so far. I never thought I was able to do this. :wink:

    • #14643

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Adding a new feature to the book: pics of paintings to every chapter. Chapter 1 for example now has the painting \"Hylas And The Nymphs (1896)\" by John William Waterhouse. I do believe it works, but let’s see.

    • #14644

      marigold
      Spectator

      ooh a little bit of nudity in the book hehe :P

    • #14645

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Tsss, I didn’t realise that, but yeah, there is some nudity in there, if you look closely. :P

      This pic just made it to chapter 6 \"The nightmare of Astamor\", 1 of the medieval chapters. I loved writing that chapter. It’s the first hint to things to come, including a dead medicine woman that is asked for advice on the graveyard where she is buried, blablabla, real medieval-ish fantasy. :wink:

      There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor… if it sliced you, you might not even know that you had been cut – not immediately. The knife had done almost everything it was brought to the house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet…*

      Astamor just had a bad dream, he realised, and that never happened to him before. Astamor always slept well, and deep, and only a canon that was fired next to his bed could wake him up. Next to him, inside the bed, Guinevera was breathing slowly and steadily, she had arrived in her sweet, innocent dreamland already. Astamor wished he was touched a little more with the liveliness, the uncaring and the firmness of his wife.\"

      *quote from The Graveyard Book – Neil Gaiman (2008)

      (yes, I sometimes use quotes from other books or songs, for example Quiet and Fuck You from our beloved SP is in the book also. With proper Copyright information of course… :wink: )

    • #14646

      Arthur
      Spectator

      Tonight I reached 40,216 words, on 97 Word pages.[/quote:35jootls]
      That was a week ago. Now I’m at 49,076 words, on 114 Word pages. I suppose I’m roughly halfway now. Starting to feel comfortable about the first 11 chapters, that are kind-of finalized, and are including pics. Not always paintings though. Added 3 chapters to the already existing 44 chapters.

    • #14647

      marigold
      Spectator

      woo! Half way there – well done! Looking good 8)

    • #14648

      marigold
      Spectator

      the world is in your hands
      but the staircase leads nowhere
      fortunes lying forgotten
      they don’t want you to know
      what they have in store
      behind all the locked doors
      their plans laid out in blueprints
      teacups standing cold
      while shady deals are made
      there is surplus left over
      but how to share the profits
      when they get eaten from above
      the leaders and their empires
      ruling all across the land
      across the corn fields and highways
      the misconceptions and musings
      engineered deceptions
      in mass production everywhere
      and we wait in anticipation
      neverending queues trailing
      down the other side of the hill

    • #14649

      jupiter
      Spectator

      cruising through the swamp
      nothing can touch me
      no one can hurt me
      this cant last forever!

    • #14650

      marigold
      Spectator

      8)

      I wrote a few poems lately, not sure if I will share here though.

    • #14651

      jupiter
      Spectator

      are we not worthy?
      :cry:

    • #14652

      marigold
      Spectator

      no, they’re just a bit personal.

      Also I don’t think they’re worthy of posting here! :P

    • #14653

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      soooo, you’re saying they suck?

    • #14654

      marigold
      Spectator

      yep :?

    • #14655

      marigold
      Spectator

      if you look up to the sky you’ll see
      there’s a devil in the clouds
      and he’s got me thinking
      some things we cannot change
      a cruel fate in destiny
      that lies in nature
      embedded in her soul
      surrounded by beauty and yet
      you cannot escape from her

    • #14656

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      Like

    • #14657

      marigold
      Spectator

      thanks! :)

    • #14658

      jupiter
      Spectator

      yep, its good!

      dont worry about stuff not being good enough
      i make up my stuff on the spot!
      :wink:

    • #14659

      marigold
      Spectator

      hehe that one was partly the crappy one, and partly made up on the spot! :P

    • #14660

      jupiter
      Spectator

      :)

    • #14661

      marigold
      Spectator

      and so I return
      picking up the pieces
      of the mess you left behind
      one day I’ll find another way
      and you’ll have to say goodbye…

    • #14662

      marigold
      Spectator

      houses swept away by the storm
      still suspended in the water
      rain falling
      in neverending fashion
      hearts broken and dreams are drowned
      a long journey begins
      small steps along the way
      towards the healing

    • #14663

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it is impossible convey
      how much your up swing
      has let me down

      i know it’s selfish
      what else could it be?
      you are well, i am miserable

      reach out to you
      no more touching, just text
      empty as black and white

      our past has passed
      bringing forth a new day
      one where we are not one

      but there is an understanding
      always wanted you to be happy
      as long as that is the case

      let me go alone
      somewhere i will never find you
      somewhere i will never find you

      never seek to find me
      i will not be there
      never seek to find me
      this i cannot bare

    • #14664

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when i close my eyes
      the only thing i can see
      is someone else
      staring down at me

      it’s not even me
      inside of me
      somehow it’s all of you
      intercepting the waves

      frequency modulated
      by no one but you
      turning the dial
      amplitude to fit your style

      so i throw on a record
      to drown out the sound
      it cracks and pops
      until you come back around

      drowning out my thoughts
      the notes only remove me
      temporarily
      from the noise that is you

    • #14665

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      once upon a time
      you gave a piece of you
      you said it was cool
      for me to have
      never saying it would last

      one day i awoke
      to find aloof
      someone standing in my room
      familiar face, a different tone
      you left my side all too soon

      and if you tried
      i cannot complain
      but feelings denied
      can only bring pain

      it would seem i cannot give up
      when i need this dream to die
      but everytime that i wake up
      i lose more of you inside

      and there it is
      a ghost in the room
      floating around to check my iv
      when i reach to find a soul
      i’m left alone and wondering

      so alone is how i’ll always be
      why should anything ever change?
      i don’t deserve love
      i don’t deserve you

      i can only dream and wholey pray
      that for my sake, upon a distant day
      you will have gone completely away

      and there i beg of you
      please stay

    • #14666

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i was right about you
      you were right about me
      the great tragedy of course
      is to be blinded by misery

      too close to the fire
      that was my soul
      late one night
      you did stroll

      ready to ignite
      i called for rain
      fire reduced to smoke
      to shield the pain

    • #14667

      marigold
      Spectator

      but feelings denied
      can only bring pain

      it would seem i cannot give up
      when i need this dream to die
      but everytime that i wake up
      i lose more of you inside

      [/quote:2irhroqf]

      ugh :cry:

    • #14668

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      three times she said goodbye
      three times she died
      three times she let me go
      three times empty inside

      three times were not enough
      three times abusing trust
      three times she gave me up
      three times of misguided lust

      three times and we meet again
      three times i kiss those lips
      three times we dot the sentence
      three dots make the ellipse

      three times she laughs out loud
      three times i sigh
      three times is plenty enough
      three times, now move aside

    • #14669

      marigold
      Spectator

      Midnight

      Sometimes I can’t breathe
      Drowning in the mire
      That you sucked me down into

      It’s all just talk
      and talk is cheap
      your actions speak
      louder than words
      and those ladders
      you climb onto
      will throw you off
      and when you’re tumbling
      down through the stars
      don’t forget
      we tried to fly to the moon

    • #14670

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      at this moment in time
      it is the past
      you can only run my flag
      up to half mast

      in memorium of a time
      no longer here
      put your face to the ground
      listen with your ear

      hear the vibrations
      from long ago
      read the words
      i sometimes wrote

      just now
      i’ve moved on down the road
      i’ve left you naked
      in a trail of dust and smoke

      too bad for the lack
      of mirrors on my shoulders
      then i could see your tears
      rain against the boulders

      hindsight forces you
      to keep looking back
      but marching forward
      keeps reality intact

      so fucking forget you
      tis all i can do
      your distant silence
      only proves we are through

      you were never standing
      in my oasis made of sand
      always had a bottle of water
      clutched inside your hand

    • #14671

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      since the first encounter
      and with your appetite
      i named you destruction
      as you began to bite

      unaware, i did not know
      buried head and bent elbows
      sticking out like a paperweight
      enough to keep fear at bay

      with just one touch
      i knew inside
      sucking my life
      from deep inside

      classic case of the parasite
      using the host to multiply
      too small to feel
      so i use my sight

      between these pliers i rip you out
      your head at last, don’t you shout
      into the freezer, it’s cold inside
      i may see you later, if you don’t die

    • #14672

      marigold
      Spectator

      ouch – a tick? :lol:

    • #14673

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      had one along for a ride the other day. now he’s in my freezer.

    • #14674

      marigold
      Spectator

      I can see the people waking up
      slowly, one by one
      eyelids lifting, hearts beating
      to the sound of the same drum
      No anger, no fear
      but peace and calm
      and sorrows from the past are gone
      closer now to the truth
      a long journey taken with care
      giving thanks along the way
      to the ones who stayed near
      and to the beggars and fighters
      forgiveness for their sins
      for sin is merely going astray
      from the one path that is clear

    • #14675

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it’s funny how tonight
      i’ll let loose and just might
      remember your name
      though your face is out of sight

      put on the songs we both would sing
      sounding bells that used to ring
      from inside the tower, i can see
      what a pointless goddamn being

      i do not think i’ve ever been more alone
      and i know for sure i have broken bones
      but what is funny tonight
      is that i cashed in your heart’s loans

      they only gave me a few cents
      over the months, it built no interest
      much like my thoughts of you
      i’ve put them aside and to rest

      ironically
      did i write these words for you to see?
      it does not matter much to me
      you’ve become nothing but history

      i used to keep your bookmark
      so i could always return to the start
      but once the book was set afire
      i put others into my cart

      no one but me
      understands the painful journey
      and no one could ever forget you
      but seeing you from behind makes it easy

      part of me wants you to see
      part of me wants you to read
      another says who really cares?
      but if you read, i dominate thee

      for this was not written for you
      please understand, do not misconstrue
      such a distant fading memory
      i will see this through and through

      forever you will be stuck with the one
      with which you have no fun
      i was there to offer a choice
      now, silence, after you regained your voice

      hope the hinges can withstand time
      there was a day i wanted to make you mine
      all the violence inside your heart
      made you commit the perfect crime

      except for one thing
      the one you adored is beginning to see
      that without you around
      things become so fucking easy

      i want to rub in your face
      how many times you’ve fallen from grace
      but who is keeping the score
      i’ve dismissed your case

      no more questions, your honor
      i offer up this witness
      for you to ponder

    • #14676

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i cannot explain to you
      just exactly why we are through
      your touch used to soothe
      but now you’ve nothing to prove

      given up on me
      something you cannot see
      given up like a tee
      broken in half by a mulligan swing

      i launched you onto the green
      like happy gilmore on the screen
      i made the putt, accordingly
      you broke to the left, how silly of me

    • #14677

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the day you left
      i looked down at my chest
      my heart on the left
      it made some sense

      i look to a mirror
      to give a test
      my heart reflecting left
      it made no sense

      it must be then
      my heart stolen in theft
      gave nothing left
      but an empty nest

      a cruel reminder
      through a reversed concept
      that there is nothing right
      about being left

    • #14678

      marigold
      Spectator

      Oceania, in 13 parts

      Swirling around the vortex
      Spirals of light drawn in
      No escape from the universal pull
      Falling into the depths of time (Quasar)

      Watching from above
      Secrets known, forever seen
      Darkness grows
      Hidden silent and cold
      In our own reality (Panopticon)

      Hanging from the heavens
      A guide to light the way
      Stories told by night
      And shadows cast by day (The Celestials)

      A glow within, burning bright
      A feeling of peace in its presence
      The threads of time slowly unwind
      And give way to reveal its essence (Violet Rays)

      The cold dark days you bring
      Standing still against the wind
      Waiting for new beginnings
      Awakening from within (My Love is Winter)

      We knew from the start
      It would change the way we feel
      Music from the heart
      A way of showing us it’s real (One Diamond One Heart)

      Circling wheels against the sky
      They spin in a dizzy daze
      Making patterns against the sun
      Finding wishes and opportune ways
      A roulette for chances undone
      To answer those who ask why (Pinwheels)

      A rough stone polished smooth over time
      By tidal waves
      It sits alone but free
      At the edge of the sand
      Waves come to take it back to the sea (Oceania) (stolen from an older poem)

      She rides to the edge of the waves
      On a journey with the moonlight
      She’ll never say never
      As she fades into forever (Pale Horse)

      Appearing on the horizon
      The creature has left its lair
      To warn us of storms and change ahead
      A message of chaos in the air (The Chimera)

      A storyteller from afar
      Bringing the words we need to hear
      She’ll tell you of the future
      Of the trials and despair
      And the faith to take us through (Glissandra)

      Empty thoughts and empty words
      Staring back from a blank page
      The ghost writing a hidden tale
      Mysteries revealed for the coming age (Inkless)

      She waits by the wayside
      Wilted by the heat of the sun
      Torn by the winds of spring
      Only to make her stronger
      To face whatever winter may bring (Wildflower)

    • #14679

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i have a secret to tell
      to share with the world
      sworn to secrecy
      i can only talk to myself

      if you could only see
      what i am up to inside
      the colors are bleeding
      excitement i have never felt

      silent waters run deep
      and brooks are known for babbling
      so an ocean i become
      above the marianas trench

      the absolute deepest secret
      contained within
      under thousands of feet
      the water pressure is great

      soon i will shout to you
      explaining my silence
      i wish it did not have to be this way
      let us just call it fate

    • #14680

      marigold
      Spectator

      I wrote in French first, not really knowing what I was writing, turns out it almost makes sense.

      Pourquoi je demande
      Le ciel est bleu
      Pourquoi est-ce que
      Tu a rire moi?
      Je ne sais de toute le monde
      Mais sur tres le mot qui vas
      C’est rien de plus

      I ask why
      The sky is blue
      Why is it that
      You had me laughing?
      I do not know any of the world
      But on the very word go
      This is nothing more

      I don’t think Google translate got it quite right either….

    • #14681

      marigold
      Spectator

      there’s a house upon the hill
      hidden amongst the trees
      where I went to share my soul
      and let my mind dance in the breeze

      we went to see the stars
      and shared our joys and pain
      one moment to last forever
      memories that return again

      but as soon as I walked out
      you shut the door on me
      drawing all the curtains
      and you threw away my key

      so now I wander far
      with many paths to take
      lessons learned in guidance
      with reasons to stay awake

      and clutched within my hand
      I hold another key
      not one that opens doors
      but one that sets me free

    • #14682

      jupiter
      Spectator

      like*

    • #14683

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      only think of you
      when i have nothing to do
      when i’m all alone
      you manage to get through

      during the day
      you have died
      i am still trying
      to murder you at night

      i do not know
      when your death will occur
      but i think it near
      the fleeting thoughts grow fewer

      the balance will reach zero
      i will buy some more meat
      to push the right side back up
      blood dripping from the scale weight

      blood will splash across the table
      and spill onto the floor
      once you have reached the drain
      there will be nothing more

      sharpening the knives
      to cut you aside
      biggest mistake i ever made
      gazing into your lying eyes

    • #14684

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      time after time
      i reach out to you
      as a friend
      to see you through

      we can talk for hours
      on any given night
      wanting to support
      burned bridges in spite

      advice is never sought
      for you know it all
      with your way to listen
      upon deaf ears, these words fall

      i can relate so much to you
      i can relate to the feelings
      you are going through

      but sometimes
      if one has gone before
      the latter, although losing
      will deny the score

      a sense of pride
      it is hard to fault
      when you ignore these words
      i will seal the vault

    • #14685

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      comfort surrounds me
      a locked door
      a sleeping baby
      a clean floor

      paper in a bank
      the greatest defense
      rotating clouds move in
      withdrawals go against

      do not wait to see it pass
      drowning in the beauty
      you will not last

      everyone came to see
      the grains you saw for weeks
      and just when the action is great
      you turn the key to leave the state

    • #14686

      marigold
      Spectator

      down below the wishing tree
      where the serpents lie in wait
      another secret is stolen
      and the seasons decide your fate

      in spring the blossoms speak of hope
      but their story doesn’t last
      summer makes the memories
      and says not to live in the past

      autumn brings the rains
      to quench the longing thirst
      winter’s snow hides those secrets
      for whoever finds them first

      they can’t avoid the serpents bite
      unless their motives are true
      but when your wishes are forgotten
      that’s when the seasons are through

    • #14687

      marigold
      Spectator

      fool’s journey:

      a traveler unafraid
      wandering full of hope
      following an inner guide
      with a companion at his side

      a new adventure beckons
      moving forward to his destiny
      a sense of knowing what’s in store
      hints from those who have gone before

    • #14688

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      under the sun
      you have to find me
      i’m waiting
      under a tree

      when you approach
      with your leaves covering
      i can see
      your physical beauty

      and though you may speak
      it may not be enough
      perhaps you need a blow to the head
      by a coconut

      under this goddamn tree i’ll just sit
      playing in the sand
      marveling at how long
      their journey has been

      for who has ever loved a sand grain?
      who has ever felt touched by it’s commitment?
      no one, because sand is sediment

      let me be the first
      to fall in love
      with an entire beach

      forgetting the miracle of reproduction
      as that is complete
      now i just roll in millions of affairs
      making sand my new mate

    • #14689

      jupiter
      Spectator

      too much clarity
      i can feel it
      giving me a headache
      again

      need some drugs now
      to clear all the clarity
      to settle me down into mushy nothing
      to help me sleep

      forever!

    • #14690

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Magician

      She balances the elements
      and reaches towards infinity
      finding an awareness
      of everything in perceptual reality

      connected to memories in water
      the forces of truth in fire
      waves of thoughtforms in the air
      waiting to float back to earth

    • #14691

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      connected to memories in water
      the forces of truth in fire
      waves of thoughtforms in the air
      waiting to float back to earth[/quote:1dmwy0sw]

      i see what you did there. ;) 8)

    • #14692

      marigold
      Spectator

      yep, partly inspired by this:

    • #14693

      jupiter
      Spectator

      under this stupid spell
      looking at cute girls and their body parts
      why are we like this?
      doomed to nothingness

      can we change our nature
      yes………electricity

      saught, tentatively
      afraid of what else it may do
      help me
      help me
      i dont know how

    • #14694

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      sevens and threes
      is not just
      queens of the stone age

      not just a time signature
      no dotted line for a clock to sign
      it is real life

      seven of one
      three of another
      these are the numbers

      i am living by

    • #14695

      jupiter
      Spectator

      must listen to more QotSA!
      ;)

    • #14696

      marigold
      Spectator

      The High Priestess

      Secret knowledge is hidden inside
      Visible to the all-seeing eye
      Revealed only to warriors of the night
      Ancient guidance from the dawn of time

      Insight to lead the way in the dark
      To follow the urgency of a distant star
      To understand your place whether near or far
      Trusting instincts that lie in the heart

    • #14697

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      to get what you put in
      you would have to create
      or remove the metal wires
      from beneath the crate

      you can give away your soul
      you can give away your smile
      you can give way to your stare
      but that is not your style

      you understand the value of truth
      you realize the value of you
      you want to gaze
      into those eyes
      that can only see you

      so out at night you go
      blinding darkness ahead
      hands outstretched to receive
      any signs of connection

      once you find the wall
      you can detect the pattern
      brick upon brick
      stacked delicately

      been here for one hundred years
      going nowhere anytime soon
      the rooftop crumbles
      to the bottom rooms

      you found the empty house
      completely tattered in ruins
      so walk inside and look around
      it’s dark and there is graffiti

      a pollution of something
      not even yours
      and yet you are upset
      because beauty was destroyed

      leave the walls and look outside
      the ocean crashes against
      the rocks’ pride
      outside and inside
      we all die

    • #14698

      marigold
      Spectator

      that’s really good – put that one in your book ;)

    • #14699

      jupiter
      Spectator

      where’s that like button?

    • #14700

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      thank you guys

    • #14701

      marigold
      Spectator

      haha I think it will be a while, Chad – be patient ;)

    • #14702

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      now i know why
      when she fucks she cries
      with the wrong guy
      it just ain’t right

      make a choice in life
      delivered out of spite
      never leave that stump
      enter the fright

      i left long ago
      through the woods i go
      you’ve never been happier
      say it ain’t so

      no one can feel sorry
      for you anymore
      too many blind cheeks turned
      your face is sore

      if only just this once
      love had prevailed
      into the distance
      we’d have sailed

      perhaps i kept you at bay
      and say what you will say
      or say nothing at all
      i still know i’d crawl

      back into your arms
      i feel like i never left
      missing a person this much
      with so much left unsaid

    • #14703

      jupiter
      Spectator

      like :(

    • #14704

      marigold
      Spectator

      a little reminder
      when I’m trying to forget
      looking back at the words
      and the lies in between
      become a part of history
      and look forward
      to the mystery
      something not to seek
      but to embrace
      what it reveals
      and let the words
      be buried deep
      with the lies
      that you can keep

    • #14705

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Empress

      she dances over the earth
      with a green and blue dress
      sometimes as a storm in fury
      at other times with a gentle caress

      there is chaos in her changes
      and beauty in the harmony
      fading in and out of time
      all in disconnected unity

      a force out of her control
      they create spills of oil and blood
      but there are some who dance on with her
      regardless of the flood

    • #14706

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      if i am not there
      when you awake
      just know i left
      for your sake

      i go here for you
      too young to see
      the pain not only in you
      it resides in me

      i chose to leave
      to give opportunity
      i see in your face
      maturity

      it pains me to see
      the nothingness that is me
      a man with a pen
      signs a check over to morality

      for that is the bottom line
      company grants more dimes
      but i give them to you
      when all you wanted was more times

      for you to succeed
      i think to myself
      i must leave

    • #14707

      marigold
      Spectator

      Awwww <3
      But also </3 :(

    • #14708

      jupiter
      Spectator

      yep…….thats the best one yet

      rings personal to me!

      :(

    • #14709

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      they say ignorance is bliss
      how can that be
      when listening to your shit?

      they say follow your heart
      when you left me
      you left me a la carte

      pumping me full of your head
      when we both know
      your ideas are heavier than lead

      i will be all alone in time
      without you
      i may reach my prime

      in the meantime
      mind your own business
      hands off, no one is listening

    • #14710

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      One last cup of coffee before I go
      Into the rainy city streets of tomorrow
      Where the dreams are passing
      Into the words of Poe

      My collar’s up high
      To keep out the rising tide
      There are stains of night on my sleeve
      Proof of friends that exist

      It’s the use of I that bothers me
      It’s the use of you I can’t stand
      ‘Cause these words have lost their meaning
      They are slipping through my hand

      Eyes closed as I know the way
      Slowely my legs begin to sway
      Locked in gunfire
      Will you take me home?

    • #14711

      jupiter
      Spectator

      still no like button :(

    • #14712

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      still no like button :([/quote:2munmy2m]

      yeah, i really like that, gloom. hope to see more. interesting word choices.

    • #14713

      jupiter
      Spectator

      :( L

    • #14714

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      still no like button :([/quote:1es06kvw]

      yeah, i really like that, gloom. hope to see more. interesting word choices.[/quote:1es06kvw]

      Thanks! I’ll post some more in the future :)

    • #14715

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      There is life in the afternoon

      Even when you’re skipping a day
      Promise me to stay
      Show me what I’ll say

      There are drops on the ceiling
      And cardboard on the floor
      There’s a dog outside my window
      And a bone behind my door

      Is that the situation that I’m in?
      Am I forced to begin?
      Rotting in my skin

      We drown ourselves in weekends
      Intoxicated clowns
      ‘I’ll stay at home and watch my screen’
      And that is us for now

    • #14716

      jupiter
      Spectator

      A.why must i bother her?

      B.its ok

      A.if i really loved her i’d stay away

      B.it takes two to love, and she dont like me

      A.i’m not hurting her
      atleast i don’t want to

      A. is this silly, stupid or downright wrong?

      suffer my desire for you (no other words)

      :(

    • #14717

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      in that tiny little basket
      you would lay
      in that tiny little basket
      you would stay
      forever and a day

      night after night
      i’d walk past that basket
      and think to myself
      as long as she is comfortable
      don’t ask it

      but today
      i took you in that tiny little basket
      to a scary place
      both of us so uncomfortable
      i was too afraid to ask it

      i covered you with a blanket
      to keep it familiar
      to disguise myself
      as the obvious liar

      see, i took you there
      without consulting you
      i held you tight
      just another day to you

      you came back sedated
      and i held you even closer
      your tiny paw extended
      i love my master

      no one could have been braver
      no one could have been more peaceful
      no one could teach me
      like you did

      i miss you so much
      after you passed and died
      i did not expect
      the amount of tears that i cried

      i played you one last song
      on our short drive
      merry christmas, kitty
      merry christmas, guy that feeds me

      no one else thought it necessary
      to hold your hand
      as you crossed from this world
      to the other land

      but i made a promise
      to myself
      to carry you there
      i had no help

      i don’t know where you are
      but i like to think inside
      you are free from pain
      beginning another ride

      i kept a few things
      but not much
      it’s too sad
      to keep all as such

      there are many things though
      that will never leave my side
      thoughts of you smiling and purring
      to honor your wonderful life

      i will love you eternally
      forever, my little princess kitty

    • #14718

      marigold
      Spectator

      RIP Kitty :cry:

      Beautiful eulogy for her, makes me miss my old cat (=^_^=)

    • #14719

      Arthur
      Spectator

      i will love you eternally
      forever, my little princess kitty[/quote:2y1f2qkh]
      :cry:

    • #14720

      jupiter
      Spectator

      oh man, i’m crying
      that was beautiful!
      :(

    • #14721

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      oh man, i’m crying
      that was beautiful!
      :([/quote:2u1tl932]

      wow, thanks! it gets to me too, but i’m just a little biased.

      anyway, she was awesome and i love her very much. she’s going to be missed.

    • #14722

      marigold
      Spectator

      While on my travels I wrote a couple of poems in a little book that had my travel itinerary in it, and this was read through by a Canadian border patrol guy who gave me a hundred questions too. :roll:

      Silence
      we listen for the silence
      but all we hear is noise
      down in the underground
      where the creatures are keeping time

      they don’t hear our voices
      they won’t look for the signs
      too busy with their purpose
      counting minutes as they say goodbye

    • #14723

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      I liked that one!

      When I found my head laying bare
      I had the chance to see
      What I look like from the inside
      Materialised honesty

      But what I found inside that head
      Did not surprise me at all
      Behold, my eyes! The infinite
      The inescapable fall

    • #14724

      jupiter
      Spectator

      it shows you things

      the dark inside you

    • #14725

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      it shows you things

      the dark inside you[/quote:slwjhui9]

      haha, i love this!

    • #14726

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      I’m truly convinced
      That the night is the earth
      Taking a breath
      Slowely exhaling

      And with the last of her air
      Leaving her lungs
      The birds begin to sing
      Happy that Mother
      Didn’t choke on a falling star

    • #14727

      marigold
      Spectator

      I liked that one!

      [/quote:oiae1lr7]

      hey thanks :)

      Your poems show different perspectives, that I would never have thought of. Pretty cool. 8)

    • #14728

      jupiter
      Spectator

      lyrics i wrote for my friend Angel, when i was still friends with her

    • #14729

      jupiter
      Spectator

      :(

    • #14730

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when i get down on myself
      i like to search for ralph
      then emerson comes into play
      and thoreau is there to say
      when you can’t find waldo
      it is just a game

    • #14731

      jupiter
      Spectator

      it is just a game[/quote:226pir4s]

      yep :(

    • #14732

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      Limits and a fish

      There is a wall
      As long and high as the eye can see
      It limits the world for me
      And it echoes my empty call

      A little wire runs through the bricks
      Squeezing apart the white stones
      Bound to run into unfriendly homes
      Touching the tissue makes me feel sick

      And from time to time I hear a voice
      Calling as desperate as me
      On the other side of the wall they are not free
      No chances, no choice

      Is the grass greener there?
      Is the sky more blue?
      Was that world build for you?
      Are you a slave for an empty stare?

      One day I’ll find a hammer
      And I will make my way through
      Feeling the feelings that are only meant to be for you

    • #14733

      marigold
      Spectator

      Entering a world
      Of shadows and moonlit nights
      Where stars explode
      To share their dying light
      A war is waged
      Where the wolves once roamed
      All battles are lost
      On the emotional dreamscape
      Some will wait in hiding
      Wondering why they went to war
      Were they simply fighting
      For a wish that has gone wrong

    • #14734

      jupiter
      Spectator

      forever gone, forever lost to this world (not quite yet)
      i dont have the energy to be mean or hateful
      anymore
      a sincere kind smile, as fake as it looks, is given
      is this all i can do?
      i dont want to go but my personality left me a long time ago
      atleast i dont want to die by my own hand anymore
      a sigh of relief comes from the collective
      do i still need you

      can i start again?

      :cry:

    • #14735

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      feel like writing some prose
      no idea where this goes
      into someone’s eyes
      i suppose

      then again, curtains block
      and minds tend to lock
      words that ring true
      always keeping stock

      who is ahead, who is behind
      who is the one to pay no mind
      who is the snoozer
      who ain’t my kind?

      i think the answer is you
      as you read these words
      it rings true

      i could be writing to no one
      i could be writing to you
      either way, in my mind
      you seem to lose

      with two beneath
      and one to manage
      it seems harsh and boring
      to even fathom

    • #14736

      King of Gloom
      Spectator

      You’re drinking liquid rainbows
      To see what’s the world like from above
      Night’s falling
      And with silence comes thought

      Isn’t it funny how a person can appear one day
      And changes you forever
      Without even knowing
      Even though it’s carved in your face?

    • #14737

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      pursuing love is not reactive
      to oppose, it is truly active
      but once entrapped, as a captive
      you must break out, now a fugitive

      leaving what was once sought
      alone to selfishly rot
      never give a second thought
      these emotions cannot be bought

      it’s quite simple instead
      so there’s no reason to pretend
      all these hearts we try to mend
      are ours alone, in the end

      so give away yourself
      but keep upon thy shelf
      a bottle of powdered help
      to give you a bit of health

      to carry on once the heart is broke
      it will break, like a wheel’s spoke
      ridden along trails by the young
      love is quite the joke

    • #14738

      marigold
      Spectator

      they weave the dark
      turning it into the fabric of dreams
      their time is now
      a change in the air
      and it may not be what it seems
      but to make a start
      rising on the back of silent wings
      it’s their destiny
      from the prophecies of old
      we stare and wonder what the tides will bring

    • #14739

      jupiter
      Spectator

      this is how i want to be
      energetic
      thinking positive clear thoughts
      its easy to be taken by the

      nobody knows what it’s like to be me
      exactly
      do i need to register this, or tell someone
      i’m so glad i didn’t \"flee\"

      :)

    • #14740

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Emperor

      Holding the diamonds in your hand
      In your new clothes while others go bare
      And the wise ones urging you to understand
      This tyranny leaves everyone in despair
      It never ends, your desire to rule the world
      A plan of domination and need to control
      Leaving a trail of destruction as your plan unfurls
      They’re waiting in fear in the line for the polls
      Take away their food and take their rights
      Every day there’s less that you allow
      Steal their resources and worsen their plight
      Only a miracle can save them now

    • #14741

      marigold
      Spectator

      Putting together something – just a few more to write…

    • #14742

      jupiter
      Spectator

      more?

      feeling good
      is this all behind me?
      were the words worth it?
      were they right?

      do i have to suffer more?

      tentatively
      i wanted more
      is there any more?

    • #14743

      marigold
      Spectator

      Hope lies hidden inside Pandora’s box
      While it rests we say hope is not lost
      But like Schrodinger’s cat
      There is an equal chance
      Of it being dead or alive

    • #14744

      jupiter
      Spectator

      hope is a dangerous thing, my friend
      :(

    • #14746

      marigold
      Spectator

      the darkest days
      the longest nights
      memories of some
      old pagan rites
      symbolic gifts
      and candles burn
      to mark the return
      of the light
      ❄ ❄ ❄

    • #14747

      jupiter
      Spectator

      bring the light

    • #14748

      marigold
      Spectator

      yeah…it’s coming back now – going into summer! :)

    • #14749

      jupiter
      Spectator

      :)

    • #14750

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when i had to die
      just to see into your eyes
      i lay by your side
      and let the knife slide

      there was something so real
      and something so true
      to kill myself
      just for you

      you were already gone
      and i was alone
      but for that face…
      i cut to the bone

      there are no regrets
      cause we are now one
      without you now
      there is none

    • #14751

      marigold
      Spectator

      wandering over the words
      the conspiracies unwind
      breaking free
      from knots and twists that bind

      truth isn’t easily found
      while heads are buried in the sand
      the seas just get higher
      and the news is on demand

      the headlines made to shock
      but they’ll sell you a distraction
      a way to escape
      and forget any reaction

    • #14752

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      the day i was born
      i gave a big breath
      the day i was born
      i inhaled death

    • #14753

      Arthur
      Spectator

      There’s an ocean of tears between us
      A waterfall to climb
      A gutter, a sewer, a pipe
      That the Greek, nor the Romans,
      Nor the Egyptians and the Etrusk
      Have intended to invent for us

      So dry, so dry!
      My home is so dry

    • #14754

      Arthur
      Spectator

      The sun covers an ancient tomb
      A stone circle whispered
      The tales of nameless druids
      A lukewarm hand
      Grabbed my heart and squeezed
      Till silver butterflies covered my eyes

      A manmade path of worn out rock
      Hit my bloodfilled footsteps
      And I couldn’t help but noticing
      My Bronze Age grave was there
      And I found myself. Found myself.
      Found myself in the ruins of ancient love

      Thou shall not pass, evil phoenix!
      It is me that will cover the stars
      And switch off the sun if needed
      For your burning ship will not rise
      To the eternal thoughts of the gods
      And my head was gently laid down

      My circle is full
      My journey is dead
      My life returns
      My body feeds
      My music is endless
      When me meets me in the Irish galaxy

    • #14755

      marigold
      Spectator

      I like this, a sacred site: mysterious, awesome! 8)

    • #14756

      jupiter
      Spectator

      \"like\" :)

    • #14757

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      there is no one to hold me now
      there is no one inside my house
      there is no one with whom to speak
      there is no one nearby to seek

      there is no one to listen
      there are only tears to glisten
      streaming down the cheeks
      dull in the darkness forbidden

      there is no room for happiness
      today
      there is no time for sadness
      anyway

      there is only silence
      there are echoes in these walls
      there are only voices in these halls
      as time slowly crawls

    • #14758

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i tried to answer your call
      after one ring
      i waited for a bit
      just more silence deafening

      i made so many mistakes
      i always have to have control
      i’m unable to love
      cause you can’t have myself

      there are so many things
      i wish i could take back
      so many things to do different
      but it’s too late for that

    • #14759

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Lovers

      Meeting at the crossroads
      Deciding which path to take
      Cupid’s arrow aims true
      Is it love or death from above?

      Leaving the past behind
      Looking to an uncertain future
      Knowing the flame can grow
      Yet can also consume and destroy

    • #14760

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you reach for what you know
      even though
      it leaves you full of sorrow

      cause you just can’t change
      the who are you
      too old to move

      cause i was never those
      i was never thee

      i wanted to be there
      but you shut me out
      so don’t be surprised
      if i scream and shout

      to tell you i love you
      is all it would take
      but i don’t think i do
      when you’re this fuckin’ fake

    • #14761

      jupiter
      Spectator

      better now
      not totally good
      will i ever be
      is this how?

    • #14762

      geofolkers
      Spectator

      Tits that are round
      Tits that are square
      Tits that she has, are ones with hair

      Milk in the one
      A bit to warm for me
      But hair on her chest, just like on her knees

    • #14763

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      :lol:

    • #14764

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      i once gave in
      to known sin
      and touched a thing
      i called him

      we flirted forever
      up and down
      on the merry-go-round
      atop my head, the crown

      now don’t you judge me
      for all that i have seen
      because in your eyes
      it’s just my peen

    • #14765

      marigold
      Spectator

      boys… :roll:

    • #14766

      marigold
      Spectator

      The Devil

      So full of evil
      you could be the devil
      Once you were revered
      But now you create fear
      It’s not so diplomatic
      To be this dramatic
      When will we see the end
      You just make foes and fiends
      All you bring are threats
      To bring justice to the deaths
      But for many your plan is clear
      and the message is just to scare
      You try to strengthen your rule
      But to us you look like a fool

    • #14767

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      there is a joy
      present with you
      there is a pain
      creeping over you

      i cannot satisfy
      the simplest of needs
      i have failed before
      unwatered seeds

      to just go on
      as if nothing is wrong
      is a slap in the face
      i just don’t want

      make yourself
      out to be
      the one that was wronged
      by me

      and yeah, i’ll leave you
      you call it running away
      but when you never fuckin’ listen
      have a nice day

      so many friends
      so many hellos
      with this one goodbye
      you become shallow

      no need to protest
      we’ve done this before
      i can never be
      your one true whore

      the walls are put up
      long before saying hi
      you build as we talk
      so, fuck it, goodbye

    • #14768

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      like a cyclone
      we spin off in different directions
      starting from the same point
      some minor deflections

      give rise to opposite twirls
      that suck you inside
      if you pay some mind
      inside you may die

      but if you can pull back
      and see from afar
      we both spin the same way
      a bit bizarre

      on this tiny globe we both sit
      mile upon mile apart
      but compared to everything else
      we are the same dot

      meant to be together
      is just a matter of definition
      because if i zoom out
      i lose resolution

    • #14769

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      take of what i had
      and give it to charity
      though you no longer need me
      find the value in philanthropy

      the path forward
      means leaving you behind
      and this superficial blathering
      is truly unkind

      so rather than play dead
      you can eat me alive
      because i would rather this die
      than to writhe in some lie

      and with you, i will always lose
      because you always seem to choose
      the road of accusation, the road of before
      a form of masturbation and i want no more

      so in your head, you will always be right
      standing strong on the minds of reason
      like forcing it to snow in august
      it’s just the wrong damn season

      but i know and cannot tell
      else we devolve to a spatter
      what you say ain’t what you preach
      hypocrisy is what’s the matter

      carry on, carry on
      because what can i do
      with this silent goodbye
      you’ll never know

      you’ll never know

    • #14770

      Arthur
      Spectator

      so in your head, you will always be right
      standing strong on the minds of reason
      like forcing it to snow in august
      it’s just the wrong damn season[/quote:2n3yqp8t]

      Good one! Soooo recognizable… :evil:

    • #14771

      Arthur
      Spectator

      you laid dead
      silent in ignorant beauty

      what happened overnight, butterfly?

    • #14772

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you laid dead
      silent in ignorant beauty

      what happened overnight, butterfly?[/quote:sixgko38]

      a buick windshield

    • #14773

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      camera left
      camera right
      nothing left
      nothing right

    • #14774

      marigold
      Spectator

      Fields of burning wheat
      Could they ever smell that sweet?
      The scent of burnt toast

    • #14775

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      don’t want silence
      but it’s what i give
      i want you to listen
      to my every word
      and if you would like to talk
      wait your turn
      i’m always ready
      but i need some more time
      i want to break down walls
      as i build more fences
      i’m a walking contradiction
      because i’m afraid
      i’ve never been so insecure
      and i take it out of context
      so it can always serve me
      i ask for positive affirmation
      and i receive
      but i disregard
      i’d rather focus on negatives
      in a dark room with the red tint
      it’s where i dwell
      dipping the paper
      and watching the moments dry
      drying, withering, dying
      i do everything that you do
      but i say it’s different
      i guess i’m just better than you
      and have all the answers
      thanks for the memories
      and all those sleepless nights
      when you sat and listened
      and we cried together
      and all the support you’ve given
      it means nothing now
      because i’m okay
      you got me where i needed to be
      you are tossed away like ashes
      the fuel burned to keep the warmth
      but it’s summer now
      i’m selfish
      deal with it

      don’t let me stand in your way
      nothing can hurt you now
      nothing can stop you now

    • #14776

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      been dragging this heart along
      slowly moving along the sands
      in the midst of misguided mischief
      the maze of confusion is winning

      like a cat who got away
      pushing forward against the grain
      feral and untamed roaming the alley
      the nails drawn perpetually

      the cloudiness consuming me
      a darkness so familiar, i cannot see

      a gentleness creeps inside my heart
      fighting and writhing this entire time
      a calmness from afar washes onto the shore
      drenching this feline in salty whispers

      and even though we avoid getting wet
      the giant cat will always win
      with a looming stare into the soul
      a redirection of thought, a remold

      and licking the paws there comes a purr
      deep inside, a happiness stirs
      a massage that transcends time and space
      in and out of consciousness

      a cat will dance in a sun bathe

    • #14777

      Arthur
      Spectator

      \"a cat will dance in a sun bathe\"

      Awesome, also how you put the title of it at the end… :)

    • #14778

      Arthur
      Spectator

      I mean that.

    • #14779

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      I mean that.[/quote:ozx3xyvd]

      thanks! a rare, uplifting poem from yours truly. :)

    • #8520663

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      you will never know
      what you did to me
      you will never know
      who you are to me
      you will never know
      in your disconnect
      you will never know
      your own specialness
      you will never know
      how i will forever suffer
      you will never know
      there is no buffer
      you will never know
      only in your mind
      you will never know
      you are forever kind
      you will never know
      how much i bled
      you will never know
      the amount of tears shed
      you will never know
      what i gave to you
      you will never know
      everything i would do
      you will never know
      what you seemed to be
      you will never know
      what i could see
      you will never know
      inside your heart
      you will never know
      right from the start
      you will never know
      the silent agony
      you will never know
      the quiet symphony
      you will never hear
      what you never said
      you will never see
      what you never read
      you will never feel
      such a gentle grasp
      you will never exhale
      such a final gasp
      you will never
      forever

    • #8520742

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      when you dance and kiss
      and reminisce
      when he hugs with love
      and gently tugs
      when a wink and blink
      are upon the brink
      when flashing a smile
      across the mile
      when longs and songs
      all become wrongs
      when words that birds sing
      become thirds in a string
      it is then, you will know
      you have forgotten
      all that i was
      all that i could be
      all that was imagined
      all that was pretend
      and simultaneously
      all that was real
      all that i could be
      all that was imagined
      all that had no end
      and no beginning

      forever and ever in love
      is all i can do
      this silent poem
      a feeble nothingness
      an exercise in doom

      but what can i do?
      what can i say
      when feeling so alone
      when feeling so astray

      to just say, one last time
      you were forever mine
      with no ill will
      with no harsh rhyme

      with no advertise
      with no publicize
      without your eyes
      you remain my prize

       
    • #8521284

      manillascissor
      Keymaster

      fragile magicians
      as we fly
      wind and wing
      to pull the sky

      leave the sun
      a broken neck
      accelerate to zero
      instant wreck

      feathers pinned
      on the glass
      a dying aves
      classified class

      flying closer
      to myself
      a reflection
      sleighted stealth

      who took you out?
      i hit my head
      so delicate
      a mirror instead

      fly again
      infinite direction
      just pay mind
      to the reflection

      truth is told
      in scarlet flight
      designed to remind
      of starlit height

Viewing 1,280 reply threads

The forum ‘Miscellaneous Forum’ is closed to new topics and replies.