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    • #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

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