Member's Poetry

[Eibhlin]

bump bump bump for Gary

[ItBeThatWay27]

ok andrea, I just came up with this and I don't even know where it came from, it honestly depresses me that I just wrote it, tell me if it makes sense at all...

What is this place?
You come and you take, never thinking
You go and you leave nothing, never giving
Is this the way it was supposed to be?
What is this place?
Everything here works in reverse order
The bad are good and the good are bad
Meaning ceases to exist, numbness rules
What is this place?
What the hell is this place?
The cattle become shepherds and shepherds become slaves
Slaves too weary for rebellion, too drained for thought
What the hell is this place?
This is what they want
Lack of thought
Lack of emotion
And a lack of freedom
What the hell is this place?

[Eibhlin]

it makes me think of our internet culture for some reason, you know, how instant messaging and email replaces real relationships, how people's true natures can be revealed through the seeming anonymity of the computer, how we search for "friends" to boost our ego, -you go and you leave nothing, never giving-
but i can also see you meaning the world as well.
i like it!

[ItBeThatWay27]

thanks andrea, hopefully I will get more articulate as i try to write more, that was just something I wanted to throw together to test my initial capabilities...

I want to jump back to bobby's "The Sun" that he posted on the previous page, I just read it and I completely relate to it, it almost broke me down.

now i would like to share one of my favorite new poems, by Henry Rollins, who if you care to read my blog on Henry here
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu...d-8704cc714434
you will know is my official new hero... this poem has the tendency to make me feel weepy b/c I relate to just about all Henry is speaking of, here
http://video.google.com/videoplay?do...+rollins&hl=en
is a link to a video where Henry recites this poem, while an actor plays out scenarios (it is very powerful), but here is the poem:

I Know You

I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do
just to have a place to put yourself
just to have a way to get away from them
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
did you ever get invited to one of their parties
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time
did you think that you might be "the life of the party"
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going
did they mess with you
did they single you out
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you

[never.alone]

I will be sure to put some of my poetry here when i get a chance when im back at home!

[never.alone]

all things beautiful
071005
by Jessica

the friend who silenced me once again.
close strangers in the pit of my mind.
a flower in the palm of my hand.
everything below where i've come to stand.
losers in the losing fight.
hearts who share few passions as mine.
a baby somewhere in time.
the girl who believed the lie.
the boy who could never die.

Hes So Beautiful.



this is one of my faves just because its so simple but it explains everything about me ( or atleast who i was when i wrote it) PLEASE donot steal my work thanks

[DreamsLast]

Right now I feel totally untalented;
not sure how to write poetry...
Maybe I'll have to take some time
And write down what's in the heart of me!!

Hey I gotta start somewhere!!!!!!:wave9bm1:

[ItBeThatWay27]

I felt the same way, just write what you want to write, what you feel. Eventually you will get the hang of it.

[PerfectLie]

I might as well. (=

And now is when the lovely sound of tragedy
Makes its entrance in this circus.
The lights face an on and off crisis
As roses are smashed like broken glass.
Red petals scattered but much too late,
The stains of lies and lust have faded.
Velvet hearts long for satisfaction
In their satin compromise consisting of denial
While forgotten promises carve hearts in the curtains,
Reflected in the blackening windows.
Still, they're carved with that knife.
And strangers half-heartedly claim
This scenario is an even worse tragedy
Something they've never quite seen before
As it makes the front page again & again.
Oh, what a lovely sight.

[last_dance_rodeo]

Lovely poems everyone. I really should get back to writing some as well.

[DreamsLast]

Ok, I found one that I wrote awhile back in a scrapbook. This is probably the only poem I've ever written.....it's kinda rudimentary, but meaningful to me.

************************************************** ********

God gave me the gift
of knowing my mother's mother
until the age of twenty nine.
Seeing her smile
and calling me 'sugar'
always warmed my soul inside.
She worked the land
and farmed with Grandpa
especially when it was time to combine.
Through much hard work,
and sweat and tears
her aged hands were calloused yet fine.
In the garden
she tended to leaves
that would provide food for her family.
Many flowers she grew
and tended to,
her peonies and iris always in bloom.
But the most beautiful blossom of all
could be found in the soul of my grandma.
How fitting that she rest in peace
amongst the lillies of the valley...

[last_dance_rodeo]

aww christie that was a cute poem i really liked it

[PerfectLie]

I found this short thought/poem I wrote this Summer... And I found it kind of interesting in a way.

If the rain fell in a more gentle way
Would you want it to hold you?
If the moon shone in a brighter way
Would you want it to replace the sun?
If lust took over for a longer time
Would you still want to love?
If black roses were guaranteed to last
Would you still buy red?
If lies were impossible to detect
Would you write a perfect life?
If the rules were the opposite of what they are
Would you still break them?
If the human touch was endangered
Would you still kill it?
If your soul was all you had
Would you sell it to the mercy of their hands?
If their eyes were begging you to cry
Would you let your tears hold you like the rain?
If I tried
Would you love me?

[M€RIO]

I have written a few lyrics too, no poems especially but lyrics for my own songs that i cant sing ===) hihi.

ONLY IN YOUR HEART by mario


Verse 1
You stay infront the door
And I am looking into the mirror
My face is full of blood
I open the door and fell in your arms
I am dying
You are crying

Refrain
I want be back to you
But I can`t be so anymore
I stay alive
Only in your heart

Verse 2
Everyday you see my face
So with that you can`t breathe
When you look into the mirror
My face with blood behind the door
I am dying
You are crying

Refrain
I want be back to you
But I can`t be so anymore
I stay alive
Only in your heart

Verse 3
I wish I could look
Once in your eyes again
But now it`s too late
I have lost you
I am dead and so sad
And I am full of anger
I can see you dying
And my soul is crying

Bridge
They say go over the line and say good bye
The light is waiting there for you
Don`t be shy, just go through the light
If you just could come with me
If you just could come with me

Refrain
I want be back to you
But I can`t be so anymore
I stay alive
Only in your heart
I stay alive
Only in your heart
I stay alive
Only in your heart



Ahm, yeah.. a real depressing one.. dont think too bad of it ^^ because i was very down on that day i wrote it.

JUMPING OFF THE BRIDGE by mario



Who are you ?
Standing there,
Looking through me,

I can`t see,
Who are you?
You are so far away
From me,

Run, run away,
As fast as you can,
Fear is overtaking me,

Who is the person,
Starring on me,
All the time?

I can`t face,
What I am,
I am so hollow inside,

When did myself fall?
Where have I lost my soul?
Why can I see me,
Jumping off the bridge,

I`m so alone,
Nobody`s there,
Waiting for me,

I can`t speak,
Anymore,
Because I`m too lost,

But now….
I make it an end,
Jumping off the bridge,
Too many thoughts there,


I can`t live so anymore,
I can`t breathe,

This was my life,
All alone,
So sick of this silly, empty world,

So much pain,
So much endless pain,

I hate myself,
For killing me,
Why have I done this?

Now I know,
This was the wrong choice,
But I can`t return,

Some said the pain would fade away,
But it only brought me more,…



I am sure there are 19234872984 spellingmistakes

[ROBARE]

Shall I sing you a song
If you like just sing along
Some words are not so nice
But I did pay the price

Just lend me your ear
For again and again you will hear
These hands of mine ring the string
Courage to stand that fear may bring

I'f you been down so long
I'm sure I can find a song
That will help save your soul
From the devils one way toll

So one point I drive to you
The thought of intuition is always true
In a world of white lies
Served up by people with pretty eyes

This ain't no theme park wonderland
Time passes like a hour glass of sand
So getting what you give
Don't be foolish how you live

So let us change fate
And create are own date
Were not some bluefish in the sea
I was meant for you and you were meant for me