So, y'know... this is bad... no, really; It is and you know it. But I wrote it late monday night when I couldnt sleep, and its really more excited gibberish than anything... still, I havent written anything for a real long time, so I figured I would let you all see it. ----------------------------------------
Humming with an exciting tension.
Vibrating through you.
Emotion. Instinct. Sensation.
Im humming it too.

Never have I felt this hum,
Like a single note
singing its strum

I hear your eternal sound,
When I hold you, I hear it loud.
It is wonderful, I have found
The thought 'I plucked it' makes me proud

Though I yet feel a different shake.
I still myself and listen;
It is a different sound I make.

Your note, lilting and clear,
My sound, strong and low.
So whenever you are near
A harmonious chord does flow.
-Simon
Sept 6th 2004
Dedicated to Simone

Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.

Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.
Anyway -

Tightrope

I stand here staring down,
The task before me seems insurmountable.

You urge me to move,
and my foot slides nervously forward.

It finds the end of contentment,
and the beginning of fear.

I hold my arms out,
trying to balance.

A thousand choices rush through me,
most trying to distract me.

Seeking to dislodge me,
from my narrow path.

I inch forward concentrating,
what you’ve taught me keeps me moving.

Then it happens,
a mistake and I stumble.

I seek my balance again,
but failing I fall.

Even as the ground rushes towards me,
I only fear your condemnation.

But just before I land,
you move forward to catch me.

Looking at me with love,
not a scowl of anger.

And you say, “Try again.”

but then again no one cares
people with their cults and hating stares
With their pain and fears
With mass murders and tears
so i think to my self in dread
how they all are already dead
so the truth is no matter how much you scream and yell
you'll never escape you own hell
-laura

this is truly great. i didnt know she had a dark side.

Thoughts running through my head.
about the living, and yes, about the dead.
Thoughts as I lay awake at night,
about this world, and it's current plight.
Thoughts, about how things are,
And how they'll look, in the future so far.
Thoughts, as I read a book,
Do I really care? or don't I give a

Damn.

This would obviously work much better spoken, but that would require effort.
If it were to be performed ever, it would be ideal to have the parts played by an old man and a preteen type person.



'Hayskamp Aymbushed'
'Clockturn bedwise.' He says to me.
'Thinkback risewise,' The man goes on.
'Long time sky flies.' I try to hear
'heavenspecks demise n rise' words not just noises.
'A speck on a speck orbiting speck' meaning eludes me.
crazy old man. 'benighted juvenessence'

The soul burning brightly makes the inaudible sound of existence,
The sound, inaudible is like describing sound to those who are deaf,
as is describing sight to one whom has never seen,
we may never hear or see that which is eternal,
But it still is there.

I have been smitten by a Spider,
My heart has been carried away,
And I constantly long to be beside her.
I lose track of time as it flies away.

She makes my head feel light as a feather
And my soul sings a song long forgotten.
There is an intensity when we are together
That makes me think of her, oh so often.

We find ourselves near addicted
As we crave the times we share.
People stare at me as if I'm afflicted
But I worry not because of the feelings we share.

Damien Ilmonen
August 27, 1999

(This is the reason I'm no longer online as much. You guys have met your match and she is gorgeous.)
Yes, I've fallen in love and I don't want to get up. 

if i could decide for me
what an animal to be

assuming that an evil caster

casts a magic force formation
that implements the transformation

i wouldn't choose to be a mouse

i wouldnt be a blackbear, pawing
nor a camel, gnawing

but imagine me being a cat

a graceful feline
that would be fine

Why does the Fire Burn,
When and why does the wheel turn,
What has the Light yet to learn,
For what does the dark Wane,
whom would wish for pain,
How does life exist withen such a din,
Modern times,Ancient troubles,
all that exists, springs from something else,
If nothing has existed before how could it now?
Why must one wonder such impossible musings,
when they will never get there answer... 

Bleak colorlessness,Blacknd earth,
Rageing Fires,souless plains,
The darkness of destruction,the never ending struggle,
Creation thwarted,Progress reverted,But why?
Because all things come to an end,and all things renew,
Light overcomes darkness,Winds die back down,
Mellow shades of green come,banishing the bleak colorlessness,
fire are qewenched,progress comes again,but why?
Because destruction creates the desire to create...
Just as spring comes after winter,
And the sun rises on the darkest nights.
People may destroy,But sometimes still create,
Something true of nature as well.

the palm of my hands
is where it lands
your money, your rings
and other bling-blings
i dont do it for fun
or because i can
i am a thug
now give me a hug

Its your purpose
you can't deny
It doesn't matter
if you scream or cry
Now get on your knees
work it hard
In this cruel world
it is your part
To sweep the room
There stands the broom 

We have a new member,
and he is not very nice,
He uses an avatar that needs to be damned thrice,
Hopefully he will grow up,or shutup,or do something about his attitude,
And then a member he will be true.

Hey
Im new to this forum so i thought id post my poem ( why not?)

The Meeting

Don't be late for the meeting
Arrangements have been made with the seating
You want to be late, because they are always a bore
But this is the one you can't be late for
This is the one where it all ends
At which time it all depends
It can not be cancelled or put aside
The date and time, you cannot decide
Nor can you change the seating plan
Not in this meeting with the tall dark man
You haven't met anyone like this since your birth
This is the man that will wipe you from earth
This is isn't a meeting where you just get fired it goes much deeper
This is the last meeting you will ever have, the meeting with the grim reaper

My heart
you shredded,torn,clawed
to pieces
but still i can't stop loving

My dreams
you mashed,twisted,mutilated
to worse
but still i can't stop dream

My hope
you destroyed,negated,stopped dead
in its tracks
but still i can't stop hoping

My whole mind and body
tremble at the very thought of you
you define me
you deny me

but still i cant decide

Moonshine dancing bright
On lovers melted as one
O' vision, my dream


Kindred spirits bond
Closing a circle of love
Forever.......lasting


lips glide ever soft
tasting sweetness of velvet
release...oh, deep joy

Wrote these...I guess as an exploration of what's changed around me since the relationship ended. Got three done, then inspiration left me.

Wrote these...I guess as an exploration of what's changed around me since the relationship ended. Got three done, then inspiration left me.
The Dresser
It bore your brush
It held your clothes
It hid your bras and panties
You've not been here
Not even near
The dresser now sits empty

The Bed
The sheets are yours
The pillows mine
The quilt was ours together
But something's wrong
With you now gone
The bed holds two now never

The Bookshelves
Our books were mixed
Our tastes entwined
Genres clashing on shelves
Your books vacated
The war abated
My books sit now by themselves

Everyone has their loves, their losses, their bittersweet fossils
Canonized in the heart as they're buried in the mind
Waiting to be dug up, to kindle the fires of their next folly
So that one day it wouldn't be.

But I have nothing, and I'm not sure who is worse for wear. 

Simone tells me "we need to talk"... isnt this like THE phrase that shoves an ice pick in your spine? an ice pick, no less, MADE from ice. Even worse, I call and ask if its something scary. "it could be" Yeah.
Thing is... I have NO idea what it could be... I have no indication that anything is wrong, and worse still, I cant even think up a hypothetical that sounds convincing... Anyways, this is a crappy half-done first draft cause as I was writing this, a friend sends me an SMS telling me its something good... so I stop writing... only now i find out he says this because "he has a hunch"
*sigh*
anyways... these are the illogical fretted thoughts of a guy who has just recived his first ever "we need to talk"
==================
My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss.


Trusting a stranger,
not to break my heart.
I realise with a shudder;
she may have a head start.

So Im thinking up words
in anticipation of hers,
and though I know not how I feel
I am ready to appeal


My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss.


Tell me what it means...

The first thought that I had,
was concern for her.
The second was more sad;
no longer will we be together.


My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss. 

I wrote this one for a girl I'm chatting to right now. I've never been able to figure out why people can't accept that they're beautiful. Managed to convince her with my poetry though
A photo on the railway tracks
A beauty standing still
Hands in pockets, feet apart
To my eyes you are a thrill

Your hair like frozen sunlight
Eyes like mountain lakes
Lips as soft as velvet
Your face makes men's hearts break

So, yeah, I had quite a weekend...you can read about it on the main forum though. While stranded at my ex's place, I had a lot of time to amuse myself though, so I wrote...
A stranger's wife
Eyes like midnight diamonds
A voice so soft and sweet
Linked in love to another
Before we could meet

A lucky man her husband is
To see her every morn
Her perfect skin turned golden
By the first light of the dawn

To be her friend's an honour
I can scarcely hope to claim
Since should the friendship falter
I'll shoulder all the blame

My affection must be tempered
Not restricted or concealed
After all, it's nigh impossible
To hide the way I feel

At a glance my heart will quicken
My lips curl in a smile
And when her face lights up the same
My heart rate hits new highs

Though jealousy is easy
I'd much rather let it go
After all, if he weren't worthy
Would she take him as her beau?

Besides that, the friendship's wonderful
We chattered through the night
While wandering moonlit city streets
With a tour group themed on fright

I'll be polite and charming
I've been that way all my life
And maintain this perfect friendship
With a total stranger's wife


And this one's not got a name...

Visiting a girl is hard
When her intentions are unclear
When her affection switches hot and cold
Whenever you are near

The situation worsens
When her ex is there as well
You try to just ignore him
Since you're sure he's leaving soon

And sure enough he goes
But you still end up alone
Left to entertain yourself
While she chatters on the phone

And then the ex returns
And he'll stay until the morning
You never would have come
Had she given you a warning

Alas there's no escape
Since you've no transport of your own
You're stranded in her loungeroom
Many hours from your home

You're sleeping on the couch now
Her ex sleeps in her bed
You've got endless strings of wishes
That you'd just stayed home instead

Tomorrow you can leave
Catch an early morning train
After bidding her goodbye
Leave her to play her childish games


And one about my night on the couch

For someone tall as I am
The couch is not a bed
My feet hang off the bottom
From the other end, my head

In discomfort on the sofa
Trying hard to sleep
Using all the tricks I've heard
From lullabyes to counting sheep

In the end it's soothing music
From the discman in my bag
Gentle melody surrounds me
Sending me off to dream land


I've noticed all my stuff has the same format...it just seems to be the way I think...*shrugs* Anyway, hope you liked them

Alone right now
With people around.
They see me and pass,
Without making a sound.
Numb to the world
Fighting battles inside.
Push emotions away
Find the good ones that died.
No one can help me
I'll beat this myself.
Depression's a curse
I'll fight it til death. 

Oh my goddess of moon,

may you shine your glorious light upon me,

bathe me in your warmth, and lovely light,

take away my wish, my love, my sorrow and my desires,

and let me sleep

sleep.

in the eternal night.

Sleep well, oh those millions of souls restless in Beijing.

Sleep well.

may you find your requiem tonight

Now...all this chit chat back and forth is very nice...but if pushed my beautiful poems to the bottom..and no one is reading them....so again I say...what about ME??!!??!!

*grin*

here...make me feel better and read this really strange poem I wrote last night...hmm... A Poem just for you!

Nightmares
Sometimes I just sit in mundane existence,
Less than whole.
Isolated,
Detached from the circle.
Having dreams,
Feigning existence,
Rainbow colored visions hang upon the wall,

Shattered nightmares fall to the ground
Artificial memories run through my mind.
And demons escape
Into my reality.

Not seeing them for what they are,
I feel found.

Being lost in the world
Alone and afraid
These demons understand me
Holding out a hand
I feel complete

A false salvation

Being told I have no future
I fall into the past
Into the grasp
Hearing the lies as truth
The truth as lies

Remembering things not what they were
While the harmony altars

Nothing to perceive
I walk these halls of make believe

Rejoicing at having the hurt eradicated
Taken away
I walk from this place
Blind
Hand in hand
With my nightmares

August 18, 2000


yup...strange wouldn't you say?

:)

Ever and always
Me

Swarm

Recently a 16 year old student was murdered after standing up for his pregnant friend at a pool hall. he was chased by 15 (!!!) other youths and then beaten and stabbed to death.
the following song is for Drew Stewart, and other victims of this kind of bullshit.
Swarm

They group like an insect cloud
They talk with a buzz so loud
One small annoyance one small thing
Run for your life, you're gonna feel the STING!

Just like a swarm of killer bees
They'll attack and they won't cease
Mindless agression is the name of their game
Enrage the bees and it's the end of your day

Acting on instinct, it's time to fight
They don't care what they do, wrong or right
When they're through with ruining lives
They buzz off back to their little hives

Just like a swarm of killer bees
They'll attack and they won't cease
Mindless agression is the name of their game
Enrage the bees and it's the end of your day

Thinking of a Dream

Sunday's dark persists, I sleep.
A hazy dreamish logic smothers panic,
dulls denials skin could not,
should not tear like ruined orange-rinds
beneath my hands; that dissolution
demands pain and not this sighing
slow bass tremble,
a genesis of dust from husks
of ligiments and lungs
until the spine alone abides
to feel the lover's touch and scraping chill
of air across a memory of nerves.

Monday's dawn persists, I cannot sleep
and so I sit beneath the window,
only thinking of a dream I had.    

Memento.

Long ago we were over
The relationship died.
But you didn't let go,
Keeping feelings inside.

Now I've met a new girl.
The catch - she's your friend.
Straight away you demand
The relationship's end.

You won't let me date her
So this is goodbye.
I'll leave you her friendship
To remember me by.

This went well one time
Except for Doug who can't count
to five, seven, five

Let's try it again
The rules are very simple
Just write some haiku

Tell me about life
The universe and more stuff
you know, everything

Quiet keys clicking
Make the words appear on screen
Then click "Add Reply" 

Poor little burger
You were made with what was left
Being last is never fun
Your brothers laugh on the hot skillet
You try but there isn't enough of you
The cheese is the final insult
as it hangs over your sides and burns
Poor little burger

*chomp* *munch*

Dont really know if youd call this a poem as such...

Dont really know if youd call this a poem as such...
Yes, I do still write, but these days its only when Im particularly inspired to do so, and generally arent anything to be proud of. This is no different, but the little burst of poetry in recent made me want to share something back. So I went for a rummage and this is what I came up with. A product of my latest depressive implosion. I feel better again now, so dont go getting sympathetic and pitiful for lil olde me now, mkay.
I have lost the will to live,
or maybe I never had it.
I dont remember ever wanting to.
Just fearing not to.
Too scared to make it *stop*...
Its cheating anyway:
If you have to suffer,
why should i not too?
I just want not to exist,
in any time and space.
Is that so *wrong* a thing?
But I dont know how,
and death is not the same.

So here I live without the will to.
Where every effort is torture.
Where escape is the only fun.
Refugee from reality.
Procrastination delays the end.
I dont know what to do with this unwanted life that doesnt love me.
I would give it to someone else.
I would deny it in the first place.
I would break my hand...
just to make something happen.
To avoid the work I have no passion for.
But rewards are for people who are different
who have passion and faith
who make efforts for them.
i have neither passion nor faith.
I have not the will nor the effort.

I feel doomed to fail.
To waste a life given me.
to only ever feel the echos
the shades of emotions:
Hate & Love
Happiness & Sadness
Anger & pride
The feelings I get are these:
fear depression guilt apathy disgust anxiety.
all directed at myself.
Not that *my* self is a very defined thing.
Why do I slump so low,
when all that happens is *life*?
when other people keep going, and making efforts?
I cant be bothered.
Not 'I dont want to'
I cant.
Sometimes I do want to do it.
Whatever "it" is... life.
But I cant. I try, and I fail.
I dont try and its just as bad.
I try again and determination fades and dies and I am left behind,
to try again; to motivate myself.
But I have no inertia.
No momentum.
And the world has so much friction to stop me again
every time
at any time.
So give me a life I can use,
or just gift me death.
I am beyond caring
which you choose. 

The Nature In War by yours truely

As the ants march forward,
the grass is still green.
The hummingbirds fly
in the blue sky, looking for the flower.
The scorpions roam
on the brown earth.

The flower is seen,
and everyone knows
that in our garden
we have enough flowers of our own.
“What is the point of having more flowers?”
a naïve ant asked but nobody answered,
as if they were brainwashed to go on.

“We are next to the flower,” the birds report,
“and it will be ours soon!”
They all invaded,
blindly followed the soldier-ant.
Other flowers on the trail
were ruined and destroyed.
The birds fell from the sky.
The ants got stepped on.
But no one noticed
that the flower was already gone.

What It Is

I don't know where I'm going
But I feel free
I want to float in
What you do to me

Never leave it
Always stay
Whatever it may be
It's swept me away

I've found something
That I'd lost but never had
I want to float in
What you do to make me glad

Always looking up
Follow the flow
Let it wrap around me
Never let it go

Please don't let me
Break what we are
Please don't allow me
To go too far

It took so long
For me to find
If I ever lost it
I'd lose my mind

I want to float in
What you do to me
I don't know where we're going
But I feel free

Please help me float
Don't let me drown
Since you picked me up
I don't want to go back down

When I'm in it
I feel I can fly
If I ever lose it
I'll lay down and die

It's all there is
What else could I see
You're all there is
Who else would there be

Ignite the thruster,
Buy a duster,
fry a bee,
i gotta pee,
life is sweet
have a seat
sillywilly poem
rhymes with jeroboam
for all you fools
get your mules
we're gonna hike
before they strike
we're gonna travel
perhaps unravel
the magic of a certain place
make sure you got your mace
please try not to pillage
as we enter the unwashed village
leave your soaps at the door
you wont need em anymore
please stop at the gift shop
man, i really really want an op!

it cleans
it smells
its toxic if you eat a lot of it

it has shapes on it
it may be made of fat

the soap is your mate
its the thing you all hate (except several few)

*pointing at audience*
you know who you are

Summer Summer
What a Bummer
It has to end
and it makes me sad
I go back to school
and do real bad.

Call out for me
But dont speak to loud
Come look for me
But dont stay around
See me when its darker
Are you sick
No YOU'RE A STALKER
YOU SCARY LUNATIC!!!!!!

Y.O.W.E.

Can you feel me, growing inside
I can see your fears, I swallow your pride
Escape isnt an option, nor is death
I keep you on the path, till your last breath
I'm your worst enemy, and your blind to the fact
I'm winning this battle, and you lack the tact
The tact to fight back, and now you see
That i'm you, Your Own Worst Enemy..........

Prison of Mind

In a prison
not of steel nor brick.
In a World
too cruel and sick.

In my bed
I lie alone.
In a house
with no one home.

In the dark
with no lights lit.
In this chair
alone I sit.

No birds sing
where I reside.
In the dark
where I hide.

A breath of life
is all I need.
But all my prayers
no one heeds.

My true love
is out of reach.
Like a vicar
that cannot preach.

One day perhaps
I shall be free.
But how and when
I cannot see.

So in this prison
I must be.
Until my love
can set me free.

Quicksand

my heart is sinking
full of despair
the dream is lost
the hope is gone

slowly
im sinking into the quicksand
my heart is sinking
eaten up whole
still beating
sinking

in the quicksand
i sit there still
sinking
thinking
how i let the dream get away
how my wish wasn't fulfilled

if only i acted faster
i wouldnt have been here
if only i acted faster
the dream would become real
if only i acted faster
my heart wouldn't be sinking now

slowly
im sinking into the quicksand
my heart is sinking
eaten up whole
still beating
sinking

thinking
hoping
still dreaming
and loving.

Train Station

the ticket is bought
as sweat and tears slide down my face
torn from both arms as each side pulls me
which to choose?
which to disappoint?

"ALL ABOARD!"
they shout as the herd of passengers make their way to the train
pushing
shoving
me along
I try to fight
but there is no point
I have to make up my mind before the crowd does it for me

which to choose?
which to disappoint?

this decision is final
no regrets no remorse
no feeling of sorrow if didnt make the right choice
leaving with the train
to a new future
but leaving pieces of me behind

which to choose?
which to disappoint?

This first one doesn't really have a name...it was mainly just abstract thoughts that I managed to make rhyme. ------------------------
Sometimes the world gets too much
Makes me want to run and hide
Or maybe fall and die
Or just sit down and cry

But the problem is I'm stubborn
Soldier on and don't complain
March on through wind and rain
In the end it's all the same
------------------------

This next one was going to be a poem when I started, made out of the leftover ideas from the previous poem.
And before you worry, no, I'm not feeling suicidal. But the poem is sort of a glance back at the times when I have felt that way.

Promises

Too many promises made
Long forgotten by those that hold them
But whether they remember or not
If I break my word, I've failed them

Sure, if I break it they'll never know
It's not like we've kept in touch
They'll go on with their lives, wherever they are
Unaware that for me life's too much

But again there's the promises
Made time and again
A promise holds power
When made to a friend

So I guess I'll keep living
One day at a time
And vent all my sorrow
In snippets of rhyme

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

Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.

Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.
Now if I can just learn to give these things names...oh well, enjoy
 I sit here alone
Walls all around me
Brain too busy to sleep
Words flicker by
I write a few down
Pondering which ones to keep

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
Just a single verse can take an age
But at times like these
When the darkness crowds in
The words in my head fill the page

A half recalled quote
The other half fake
It suits the purpose well
A few more lines
Just enough for a hint
So when someone reads they can tell

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
But stories, of those I'm a master
Try to make the words rhyme
Get a rhythm in place
And perhaps then a poem will come faster...

To make them all see
That's all I want
Show them what's inside my head
Wish all they want
Even push it on me
But the last thing I'll ever be's dead

Poem kinda

You don't like me
I don't even relise you exist
You beat me up bad
I knock you down and walk away
you get up and beat me again
don't push your luck boy
you start to taunt
I chuckle and turn around
you cower and scream for mercy
oh too late boyo *blam*
*thud*
I warned ya.

like an animal in a cage
looking at the passing crowd
hoping for a treat
my heart beats fast
as you go near me,
hoping that you will look at me

but our eyes dont meet
as you pass by.
the scent of you fills me with tears
as it leaves and the scent of lonesomeness arrives.

kept in the cage
alone
will you pass by me again?
will i have the courage to make you notice me?
will i be brave enough to go near you?
what if i will?
but what if it would be too late?
and the quest ends
as abruptly as it began.

sitting in the cage,
alone,
hopeful,
sitting in the dark
waiting for you to come back.

sitting on a bench in the park,
remembering happy times,
of times when worries were just a myth.

i was an eagle,
enjoying the wind,
gliding away.

my hair brushes in the wind,
the sky are cloudy now,
alone in the park.

the scent of rain surrounds me,
as i hear the branches of a nearby tree collide,
as the eagle's nest is shaken.

the drops fall on me,
and slide down my cheeks,
as i wait for you.

the eagle tries to remain in its nest,
as the storm develops.
it sits there, worrying, like me.

i close my eyes, waiting for you.
a small ray of sunshine hits my eye,
as i open them i see you.

we run at each other
with open arms, hug
and go together.

the eagle passed the test,
still sitting still in its nest,
silent,
proud.

Flower

A lonley flower in the field
gazing at the moon.
Its petals are sealed
while whistling a tune.

Thinking of things,
of future to come,
of having two wings,
to fly and to hum.

Its life is sweet,
no worries no fears.
Just a long lasting treat
of twenty five years.

You are that flower,
in this happy hour.

Some People Want to Fill The World With Silly Love Songs

Insanity collects me,
His voice affects me,
Reason rejects me,
His smile infects me,
His breath connects me,
Our love protects me.

My head spins, dizzy,
My heart kicks, busy,
Hope swells, fizzy,
His arms around me.

My needs, provided,
Our souls, collided,
So soon decided,
Our paths are guided.

My breath unfinished,
All others diminished.

His voice, my goal,
My heart made whole.

Loving hearts, but blinding souls
I see your spirit deep in holes
Blackened clouds, bright desires
Living in a world of big fat liars

Love is all we have
Love is all we need
I want you to love me
I need you to love me

Dying hearts, but brightened souls
I see your mind opening in holes
Rainbow’d clouds, dark desires
Why do I always fall for liars?

These are four poems I've written since 11/30

These are four poems I've written since 11/30. No, nothing depressing in my life but they came to mind so I wrote them down. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Jaded Teardrops (of the Soul)

Drip, drop...
I think my heart just stopped,
I saw you walk away,
But saw the reaper come my way.

I ran and I cried,
Though no-one had died (except me),
I swear that I tried,
To keep you from going away.

I pulled away,
You pulled me near,
I saw you wipe away my (shallow) tears.

My heart is aching,
Your lips are lying,
Time's still moving,
But my soul is dying.

You left me cold,
My face is bare,
And only now is when I care.
I pushed too hard,
You pulled away,
I shot myself down,
But I'll die another day.

I hate myself,
But I love you dearly,
Your lips so sweet,
And your eyes so deeply,
Please come back,
I need you still,
Even though I've lost my will to.. Care

I still love you,
I'm still trying,
I can honestly say that I'm dying (without you).

But you don't care,
You don't love me,
You think you're so high above me,
You're too good,
And you're too perfect,
But you need a reality check.

I'm all alone,
The bed is cold,
My heart is old,
And you're nowhere near,
So all I have left is my.. jaded tears..



Lost Reminiscence

Watching and waiting,
Always debating,
Standing so near,
Standing so far (away),
I shed a tear,
I miss the light of day.

Opening my heart,
Opening my soul,
Both of which it was you that you stole.
Smashing my heart,
Smashing my soul,
Lost and confused,
With nowhere to go.

Wrapped in your arms,
I'm trapped in your grasp,
I'm gasping for breath.
Wrapped in your warmth,
I'm trapped by your coldness,
I'm choked by your kiss of death.

You're running away,
I'm running too,
You're running faster,
But I'm chasing after you.

I'm lost and I'm wailing,
My legs and my soul are trailing,
While my heart is flung against a wall,
And you can't even bother to call (me).

I hate you,
But I love you,
I need you,
But you scare me,
Like the blinding light,
And the fiercest storm,
You attack my being like a swarm (of bees).



Flaws

All my flaws,
All of my cares,
I stepped to the door,
And fell down the stairs (because of you).

You came into my life,
You opened the door,
You pissed on my heart,
And called me a whore.

Trickling down,
My stone-white face,
My blood-red tears,
Found their place,
Running down my endless cheeks,
Flowing over my skins minute peaks.

Down my neck,
That you choked so tight,
My wounds fade away,
As day turns into night.

Down my chest,
Over my breast,
It felt warm and soft,
Such as a sweet caress.

It permeated my skin,
Just as you had,
But I didn't love it,
Which is my greatest sin.

You took me for granted,
And I always complained,
Your views are so slanted,
And my clothes are blood-stained.

All of your flaws,
All of your cares,
You stepped to the door,
And you fell down the stairs (because of me).



Hooks

Cutting into me,
Turning slowly about,
The hooks are too deep,
I can't pull them out.

The hooks in me,
The traps that you set,
You played with my heart,
And said not to fret.

Running through me,
Piercing my skin,
You pull them out quickly,
And hook them back in (I won't ever win).

I'm running away,
You're reeling in the line,
They snag and tear my flesh,
And I let out a whine (As I fall)

I'm falling so hard,
With no way to stop,
I have no will left,
So I let myself drop.

I'm pulling them out,
You're putting them in,
Trying to get away,
But you always win.

I've stopped running,
I won't get away,
You've got a grin,
But I guess I'll just stay.

The holes in my skin,
The holes in my heart,
The holes in my soul,
The holes in everything.

Just like a tree,
With a rope wrapped around it,
It may get hurt,
But it always finds ways to grow around it.

All The Things You Said

All the things you said,
So often to my soul,
Made me wonder which path I tread,
And made me feel so old.

A gentle kiss,
A sweet caress,
The delicate closeness,
But it wasn't bliss.

The sun was shining,
But the shadows were closing (in),
You tried to pull fast ones (on me),
But I wasn't dozing.

You said something to me,
Said never before,
You said you would stay,
And I wouldn't be alone anymore.

Time passed us by,
As I watched the grass (grow),
I guess I waited too long,
Because you have a new lass.

Never would leave,
Turned into goodbye,
I suppose I could grieve,
But I won't let time pass me by (anymore).

Goodbye to you,
Goodbye to me,
But never again (never),
Will you see (inside my soul),
It's only meant for me.

A delicate balance,
Was shattered like glass,
It came down to goodbye,
Because you "had" to lie (to me).

For All The Times...

For all the times you've made me laugh,
You've made me happy (..thank you).

For all the times you've made me cry,
You've made me sit and wonder why (I stay).

For all the times you've made me angry,
You've made me what I hate to be (to you).

For all the times you've made me see,
You've made me see what I could be (with you).

For all the times we were close,
You made me see nothing else.

For all the times we were apart,
You left me with emotions ghost.

Of all the things,
I miss the most,
I miss your touch,
To feel you close (to me).

You're not too far,
But far away,
You'll be home,
At the end of the day.

When you get home,
Hold me tight,
Kiss my lips,
And I'll smile bright.

Of all the things,
I love the most,
I love your strength,
For not letting go (ever).

And for all the times I've let you down,
I'm sorry and I'll try harder the next time around.

Club Fight

You don’t know me
I don’t know you
You better stop running your mouth
And acting like a fool.

Keep talking like that
You feel like taking on anyone
One word more word and you’ll get slapped.
You picked the wrong someone (to talk shit to)

Liquid Courage aka booze
Looking for a fight
You feel you can’t loose
Son this just ain't you night

You pick a fight with the first person you see
You’re just another name to add to my list
That person happens to be me
Your mouth now has got you talking with you fists

So what? You’ve had a bad day
Drunk so much can’t even remember your name
Your mouth now has you in a bad way
You looking at some one who brings the pain

I duck out of the way
You swing and missed
As I said before this ain’t your day
Didn’t hit me and now your pissed

You swing at me again
I move out of the way with no effort at all
Dose this make you feel like more of a man
With one push you hit the wall

It’s just not your night
To me your just some drunk creep
Remember you started this fight
With one hit I send you to sleep

It Is Dark

I once held light in my heart
It imploded
I once had hope in my heart
It eroded
I smiled once in my heart
Now I'm frowning
Once love thrived in my heart
Now I'm drowning
The darkness spreads
In my chest
The murky black seeps
It makes a nest
I can't breathe
It hurts to think
I can't dream
It pushes(me)to the brink
I once was loved
Now it's lost
I once was loved
At what cost?

It is dark.

in the middle of nothing we think of something,
in the middle of something we think of nothing.

why is when we are doing something we dont take the time to think of nothing in particular,
but when we are doing nothing we always take the time to think of something better than nothing?

-think about it-

Aishiteru (I Love You)

How can someone do this to me?
Make me see the world so differently

Looking into your eyes make me feel whole
Like I could see into your soul

Wrestling on the ground like we’ve done before
Make me want you more and more

Running my fingers through you hair
Takes away all despair

How can holding you make me want you?
Making me know what you say is true

Some times the longing is too much
I just need to feel your touch

Now I hold you in my arms
I want to shield you from all the worlds harm

I once was lost, but now I have found you
The only thing left to say is I love you

was sitting in the Sous chef's office earlier tonight and wrote this, was depressed. here's what I wrote on a post it note.
Dying for yesterday
Crying at the mistakes I made
Wanting another chance
To get to the big dance
Thinking of times gone past
God, I wish, not so fast

Well, here's some poems I've written here and then and whenever I experience something that kicks my writing mind into gear.
Feel free to comment on them, they don't have titles or anything.
My love is like a secret admirer,
Whose shadow lay outlined by a starlit aura,
Conducing me with the attributes of an inspirer,
Beauty outmatching the fragrance of Flora*.

Glowing gaze as warm as sunrise,
Abysmal figure condoning lust,
Unfathomable tales in amber eyes,
Passion uncovered in gestures of trust.

Teardrops falling like azure petals,
For heartbroken efforts of endless embrace,
Reflections of pastimes, shining like metals,
Remembrance of lost love, travelled in lace.

*Greek Goddess of Flowers


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In the midnight heaven's burning,
I stand amongst you gently yearning,
Reaching out for one loving embrace,
Only to be passed by your alluring grace.

Love me, do you, I see no remorse,
Asking for me sits Him on His horse,
Blackest of gauntlets holding his grip,
I gasp out for you, don't let me slip...

Slipping into the darkest abysmal sky,
Without love there's no room to fly,
I fall without times advances taking tolls on me,
Without you, it seems like eternity...

Captivated in a spell of wondering lust,
I look for the gift that will give me your trust,
You gaze into me with your starlit eyes,
As I lay down on rose pedals, you watch me die.


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Through the ghoul-guarded gates of slumber,
Past the sanctuary of holy embrace,
I take in my breath of ceaseless number,
Only to have it laid to waste.

Fictional days of childhood memory,
Abounding nights of restless wake,
Falling into a nightmare of a withered century,
Where Death awaits for one single mistake.

High atop His throne of conflagrant flames,
Reigns the judge of life and death,
Controlling the realms of undead claims,
Reaching out his grasp to Seth.

Unwinding pathway to the heavens,
Littered with souls of a lost sermon,
Whispering a name unlawful to neven,
Seeking a kingdom cleansed of these vermin.

Drifting drastically throughout the abyss,
Angelic voices bringing hope to wandering spirits,
Convential palisades sheltering bliss,
Passing through redemption, redeeming your merit.


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This last one I wrote when my brother died.


We lived together, in juxtapose,
Gazing upon one as the other one grows,
Now I cling to what's left in mourning embrace,
Garnishing your sepulchre in abysmal black lace.

I stand empty as I bear witness to your eulogy,
Words can never describe what you meant to me.
Inside my hearts turned into a cold hue of jade,
For what reason have I been given that you had to fade...

And what of the family which is left behind,
Upon what table are they to dine?
Relinquishing you to Him on His throne,
We lay down our hearts for these reasons unknown.

Stinging tears that puncture the soul,
Your leaving has left countless feel null.
What do people name these pains I feel deep inside,
Everyday we spent together I look at with pride...

...straight to the heavens I pray you do glide.


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Pantry Poem #2 "Standing Here Doing Dishes"

Standing Here Doing Dishes
thinking of my top wishes
One is her
Two is that
I really wish I could wear a hat
Fix my car
Clean my room
I don't want to sweep
but I'm getting the broom
Chef yells
I jump
or our heads
we will bump
where's that raise
I get no praise
maybe they'll grow out of that phase?
Work is hard
but life is swell
most wish they could eat so well
But still I think
of dreams and wishes
Standing Here, Doing Dishes
__________________
Pipboy2000, Supreme Allied Commander UVCDF

-Untitled-

I have not exactly frequented this part of the village, but I thought I'd post this I found on my computer.. wrote it a while back.
-Untitled-
After a rest too short
Leaving for a week too long
I lie on my bed
With nothing but my sorrow for company

Not a life I’ve chosen
They cast this misery upon me.
I share it with a hundred others.
Yet I am all alone.

They took away all I love
Gave me little in return
They’re taking away my summer
And offering only a dark winter

All I have to hang on to
Is a faint hope of better days
But that hope grows weaker by the minute
My drowned cry for help goes unheard

There is one that can ease me
But we are miles apart
A gentle touch or smile can heal
What a lifetime of misery caused.

Grant this wish
Compensation for my pain
Cut the distance between us
Cut the cord that ties my misfortune to me.

The darker side of romantic love songs

Completely fictional, so don't call the cops just yet:

How I really feel

I have a dream, hope it comes through
It's about just me and you
If I had the power you would find
it could give me peace of mind.

When I'm walking down an empty street
you're the one I'd like to meet.
When you look into my eyes
A feeling inside - I must hide

I hope to get you all alone
Far away from telephones.
Tell you how I feel
Move in for the kill

I'd look deep into your eyes
Show you where my problem lies.
Wouldn't it be such a thrill
God I wish my eyes could kill

Away.

Wind blows,
Cherry fall,
Blossom,

Tear drops,
Heart drenches,
Broken,

Sword sings,
Knife dances,
Clash;

My heart aches with the dripping sound of your foot steps,

Walking, slowly, away.

torture

Fringed, frayed, fried,
memories of you,
crumbles in the wind,

Battered, bruised, banished,
my darkened soul,
bathes in the blood,

I trembled, swayed, to that sweet nectar of your scent.

That rolling hill of black forest, tingles at my caress.

Oh my dear Caroline, won't you stop this sweet torture,

gnawing away at the deep crevice of my heart,

as I slip away.

Tell a real story.

Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.

Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.

The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.

Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,

The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.

Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.

Dark, stormy, and thundering.

The night is as young as a new born baby.

While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.

Purpose, meaning, Apathy.

Is there more to this than life?

Breathing, Eating, Shedding.

Peeling.

Change.

"Start a War"

The damn gooks steal our bread
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!

If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead

Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!

It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late

We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!

We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee

Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!

"20 lines or less"

For it simply must be 20 lines or less
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!

If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive

But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.

'moonlight beach'

by: bud newman
[06.14.03]

we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.

of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.

Tell a real story.

Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.

Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.

The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.

Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,

The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.

Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.

Dark, stormy, and thundering.

The night is as young as a new born baby.

While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.

Purpose, meaning, Apathy.

Is there more to this than life?

Breathing, Eating, Shedding.

Peeling.

Change.

"Start a War"

The damn gooks steal our bread
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!

If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead

Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!

It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late

We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!

We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee

Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!

"20 lines or less"

For it simply must be 20 lines or less
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!

If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive

But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.

'moonlight beach'

by: bud newman
[06.14.03]

we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.

of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.

Purpose

I sit among the endless burning stars and hear the divine laughter of God

my tears flood the words i write
my heart pumps a mile a minute, and flows out of the wound
my eyes red and swollen
my heart slowly disintergrating
my fingers broken and badly bruised
my legs weak and bleeding
thats how i feel
i look a wreck
i feel a mess
for you i will dearly miss

forever is what i want
never is what ill get
its done but ill never forget
we can never be friends
we can just never be
all i want is you
all i get is pain
i wish i never hurt you
my wish will never come true
this pain i have is killing me
this hate i have is defening me
our love was joyous
our pain is now
my heart is broken, never to mend
i end this with wings on my back
but forever... a broken halo

Nerds, jocks, geeks and goths
Gangstas and yokels as well
You'll find them all here, at all times of year
In this place that I like to call "hell"

Doesn't that just take you back to high school?

I am flaccid, Spent.
The popular use of the word is a perfect metaphor.
I feel the fact of the strength
I have the urge to use the strength
But the strength eludes my grasping
Lacking of the apropriate stimulus
For too long, and with too much intensity did my candle burn
Spent. Flaccid. Consumed
Unable to have the passion,
perhaps just unable to experiance it
to possess it, to be possessed by it.
A wick is spent, gone, as real and unobtainable as time
the wax wasted, though.
too much discarded and strewn
gathered, and a new reason; a new wick,
then, a new candle...
Only, what is the wick?
the reason?
the stimulus?

The Wood Carver

There lies before me, a piece of a tree
And as I sit in quiet contemplation
I wonder what you would like to be

And as I wait for the wood to speak
Not looking for a revelation
Hoping only for imaginations peek

And as I hold my simple chisel
Not quite ready for that touch
My imagination, about to sizzle

As I begin to see what lies within
Ready to be released
The time has almost come to begin

And so I place my tool upon the wood
And make a sharp caress
This is the part that feels most good

And after many sharp caresses to this tree
I get the revelation
And I see, just what it wanted to be

Pathos for the (big) issue

rough (not very good) poem I went through a bit of a poetry stage a while ago, this is one of the poems I wrote, the big issue is a magazine homeless people in britain sell.
Pathos for the (big) issue
Past pride?
He’s a Mister Hyde
Jekyle long gone
His face forlorn.

So! his elixir?
Chalk fixer
His youth spent
By its alcohol content
His mind rent

This man on the street
No shoes on his feet
He begs for my money!
I rhyme the retort ‘you must be funny’
Run for my money
Excuse the punnie

I stop a guilty man
Could’ve gained a fan
If I hadn’t ran
Should’ve gave him money.
Guilty.
Ain’t it funny

I am slowly disappearing,
Less essence to what I am,
Since you don’t see me.

And I bump into strangers on purpose,
Just so they will glance,
And after time
Even they don’t notice.

My voice whispers in your ear,
And like a small bug
You shoo me away.

As I disappear a tear drops from my eye,
To land on your hand,
You look into the sky
And say it looks like rain,

So you go inside,
Locking me out,
Since you didn’t see me.

And I stand out here,
In the raindrops that are really my tears
And after awhile, even those are gone.


k.a.Stryker © 6:00pm July 20, 2001

Once again the worlds in turmoil
Enemies once again to foil
You think they would have learned the lesson
It’s much better when your fishin

If all the world would smoke a joint
I’m willing to bet they’d get the point
We don’t need war and strife
We need only to enjoy our life

So light one up and have a toke with me
It’s a much better place to be
And if at first you don’t succeed
A little more is all you need

Even now, i curse the day--
and yet, i think, very few come
within the compass of my curse.
Wherein i did not some notorious ill
as kill a man or devise his death.
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself;
Cause poor mens cattle to break their necks;
Set fire to barns and haystacks in the night
and bid the owners quench them with thier tears.

Oft have i digged dead men from their graves
and set them upright at their dear friends doors,
even when their sorrows were almost forgot.
And on their skins, like barks of tree
have with my knife, carve in roman letters.

"LET NOT THY SORROW DIE, THOUGH I AM DEAD!"

I have done a thousand dreadful things
as willing as one would kill a fly...
And nothing grieve me heartily indeed
but that i cannot do ten thousand more....


Well, did u all like... Not bad for the an insane soldier right!?

Love

another little love peom I seem to be writing a lot of love poems lately, though im not sure why. So if you guys get tired of them just give me a nudge
Love
I have a love for you that the highest mountain
could not shadow
or the deepest of oceans could not cover
it is as eternal as the universe
sweeter than any confection made by man or god
it knows no boundries or limits
it consumes me like the hottest of suns
i can only think of you and your love and how it resides
deep with in my soul
dwelling there like a burning ember that cannot be extinguished
the finding and falling the greatest of journeys
second only to traveling life with you
you have awakened with in me things I thought were lost
the greatest of gifts
and the sweetest of joys

How Do I Love You

I love you without question
I care for you without doubt
For me there is only you
You are my fulfillment
My thoughts are filled with only you
I can think of no other joy,
Greater than your love
It fills my soul and gives me peace
You are my music and my art
You are my sunny days and fluffy clouds
I can think of no other pleasure to compare with our love
When the mountains fall and all the oceans are dry
My love for you will endure
For you are my poetry

Alderach gave me a few details and, well, I just added a few. Apparently, some of this is true!
The Chemistry of Alderach
The school was filled with flexing minds,
Burgeoning with self-worth,
Stoked by the very latest technologies,
And the finest instructors on this earth.
But the jewel in the academic crown,
Plain for all to see,
Was the laboratory devoted to science,
More specifically chemistry.
Eager young students assembled expectantly,
Chemical prepped and measured,
The equipment the best available,
For this endeavour was highly treasured.
But Alderach had other ideas,
Roaming through his head,
He thought he’d turn the tables,
Having the instructor blow stuff up instead.
With artful cunning he manipulated,
Cajoled and for a while,
He used his wiles to cunningly convince,
He used his words to beguile.
His instructor was totally mesmerised,
Mixing substances with aplomb,
All the time oblivious,
To his gradually constructed bomb.
Alderach slid silently down,
Underneath his bench,
As the last chemical joined it’s peers,
And released the awful stench.
It rocketed around the room,
Outside it killed the roses,
It stained green all the students,
And burnt the hair from their noses.
It clung to every fabric and surface,
Leaping like a creature feral,
It blinded everyone still conscious,
And rendered every student sterile.
The teacher was faring little better,
Spontaneously triggering mutation,
His third eye and functioning breasts,
Became objects of his fascination.
The alarms were then activated,
The building to be evacuated,
If you were standing near the door,
It seemed students were … never mind.
They tumbled from the door explosively,
Moaning their tortured despair,
Leaving behind treasured possessions,
Their books, their toes, their hair.
But inside the brew bubbled still,
Activated by it’s next phase,
The acid was sentient now,
Unaware of the recent melees.
It seeped over the beaker’s rim,
It’s hunger maniacally unstable,
It devoured the instructor’s notes,
Then dined upon his table.
It ran over the concrete floor,
Absorbing what it could,
It ran over the walls and roof,
Absorbing all the wood.
It ran over the ceiling lights,
It’s size remarkably grown,
It consumed the building’s current,
And eyebrows where they were blown.
It seemed that the globe was doomed,
This creature was so strong,
What had started as just a joke,
Had gone so horribly wrong.
But Alderach was still in control,
The solution he quickly spied,
He gave the creature an Ymir poem,
And the beast choked, then died.

Cheers

My Goodbye Poem

Sifting through the ashes, the product of one fell swoop
Finding joy and happiness, drifting further away, feeling less familiar.
Whatever hope there was, of righting the wrongs,
Staying alive, is gone.

Slipping away, with tired fingers grasping for substance.
He’s falling into the hole we’ll all visit one day.

Even now, as I lay down on my bed, it feels like my grave.
Even know, I know that I am dying.

It’s hard to open my eyes, face the world, and touch reality.
I’m weary of this struggle, and anxious to see what lies beyond eternity.

Here's my Chest,
Wanna see the Rest?
I'm a stud,
don't think I'm a dud.
I'm real fine,
and I'm mine all mine!

Poetry by Felix... (yes I'm serious!)

eeing as it's almost the 14th I'd thought I'd share a bit of the P-Stuff (tm) with ya...

Brace yourselfs....

But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds it self betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves;
nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her Tyrannic pow'r depose
And therefore her Decrees of Steel

And that is all

*sees UV'ers running*

for now anyway....

FADE TO BLUE

A Poem I wrote this poem. It's my first attempt at poetry, so it's not Frost or Tennyson. I just had a lot on my mind and I put pen to paper and this is what came out. I don't know if I'm done with it yet, but enjoy what I have so far and let me know what you think.
FADE TO BLUE

Everything is changing,
And fading away.
I know that I can't live
Forever again in yesterday.

Everything familiar,
Fades into the blue.
But it's just the past that's faded,
Not my memories of you.

And I remember all the times,
When I was hurt and scared,
That you were always there to comfort me
And you let me know you cared.

But the path we trod, it faded.
New paths came into view.
We said goodbye and parted,
And I could not follow you.

The last day that I saw you,
Was on your wedding day.
You looked so perfectly happy,
As I watched you fade away.

I stood with all your other friends,
As you walked down the aisle.
And you etched into my memory,
Your tenderhearted smile.

I was so happy for you.
You were perfect on that day.
And it wrenched my heart out,
To let you fade away.

I pray that you'll forgive me,
For fading into the blue,
Without ever confessing,
How much I cared for you.

We can't really know,
If we'll ever meet again.
But I will not forget you.
You are a precious friend.

My hands are tied
As I'm led through the bloody hell of human lies
I fight not to be left to die
But I'm beaten down no matter what I try

And through this battle alone I lay
longing for the dawn of another day
And I know that somehow I must pay
because of what I have taken away

So I force myself to my knees
my eyes are tearful as I beg and plead
"Don't take what has been given to me
So alone again I shall never be..."

The sun is shining outside
But it’s raining inside my head
I’m a sea of empty water
Giving life yet almost dead

I can’t find the words to tell you
Or even start to explain
I’m just trying to do the right thing
And spare us both the pain

I feel I’ve been placed in shackles
But left without a cell
You and I could be in heaven
So why must we confine ourselves in hell?

We found each other in the darkness
Tending our unhealed wounds alone
We both were looking for direction
After the burning pain we were shown

I don’t know how I feel
It’s getting more difficult to tell
Just put your trust in me
And help me out of my lonely shell

I need to know your feelings
To hold you as we cry again
Then when we arise in the morning
We just might be more than friends

Dawn cracks through my windows
Another sleepless night fades away
Caught in the cycle of the unknown
More and more is pulled from me

I can't stop, not for my own soul
Driven harder every moon rise
Pushed to limits beyond
As that addiction makes me be

I'm making my way somewhere
Enjoying the ride as it comes
Souring my own soul
Please just one more time, Baby

It's over now, it's starting still
Sinking feelings of elation
And as dawn breaks again I know
Won't stop for anybody

How Does it Feel?

When I look up to the sky,
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.

How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?

It feels good.

Punisher

Killing is my business,
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.

A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.

The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.

Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.

My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
------

Face Of Deception

I am so tired, but I just cannot sleep.
I try to open my eyes but they stop me.
I think I may not get as far,
Or anywhere as close as I need to.

Maybe I have already got there
And my eyes are not showing me yet.
Though I don’t know if they mean to help me,
Or if they mean to break my resolve.

Or could it be that I was always here
And the journey was all in my mind?
And you’ve been leading me all this time,
Or have I been leading myself?

Whatever the reason for my discontent,
If it be fact or fiction, or both
It will never be over when I am here
And you cannot be here by my side.

My mouth may never speak the truth,
And my ears may hear only lies.
And my feet stalk in riddles and my hands grasp in rhymes,
But my heart will never die.

My Circles

I am confused.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s Tuesday, either next or last,
And I’ve slept too long and I’m right back where I began.
Can you please help me work it out?

I am not happy.
I’m spinning in circles, turning back the way I came.
And then turning the same circle again.
I know why it’s like this, but I can’t change it.
I think I must be scared of the unknown.

I can’t comprehend.
I wake up in the morning, then go to sleep in the evening.
This routine is killing me slowly.
So I’ll go home and turn on the TV,
And get drunk and forget for a few hours.

I see an exit.
But it’s just out of my grasp, I reach but I can’t touch it.
The light is at the end of the tunnel,
I just can’t work out how to open the door.
I think I need the key, but I can’t find it.

I need something.
Someone to help me reach up and unlock the door.
You are so beautiful, you are so compassionate.
You understand who I am, and how I love you.
Your love could be the key to the door.

Please spin in my circles, I just want to see
If I can be all that they said I can’t be.
I’ll wait for forever, right here if need be.
Please help me to change, and to set my heart free.

:Connor Dane:

 In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.

Innocence Wept:

In the air a plane did soar
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept

Sleeping

Under the dark warm waters of sleep
your hands part me.
I am dreaming you anyway.

Your mouth is hot fruit, wet, strange,
night-fruit I taste with my opening mouth;
my eyes closed.

You, you. Your breath flares into fervent words
which explode in my head. Then you ask, push,
for an answer.

And this is how we sleep. You're in now, hard,
demanding; so I dream more fiercely, dream
till it hurts

that this is for real, yes, I feel it.
When you hear me, you hold on tight, frantic,
as if we were drowning.

Full Moon Sable

I bake you cookies
in the night quiet.
A hundred sugars cover my hands,
like talc on moist fingers,
no matter how hard I try.
I mean to feed you a new cookie
as you dream in your bed in darkness.
You never notice the crumbs
until you wake and wipe them
into your mouth in a sweet fever.
Leaving only a last few
lost in your silken folds
that you demand I search out.
My fault for baking a
tender cookie.

Orchard

In the dining room
quiet in the summer heat.
Bowl of peaches
fragrant as a verdant dream.
Out the tall window,
squirrels chasing.

Stopping the Wheel

In the space of a fine glass our life glows.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.

Jaded

I can't stand still,
I'm drunk off my ass,
Vodka and Pepsi just don't mix!
I dunno what to do,
I think I'm gonna die,
Just catch me now
So I don't smash my head on the ground.

Holy sh*t,
I think I'm gonna hurl,
So just stand far away from me.
My mouth is swollen up,
I got a f*cked up sense of taste.
My head is aching all over,
Just kill me now and end my misery!

And that my friends, is Jaded!

BTW, is this getting annoying? If so, mission accomplished!

Untitled as of yet

Lots of people will post poetry they just wrote two minutes earlier, so I will try it too. Don't criticize me too bad, this is my first try. : )
Untitled as of yet

tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!

As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.

Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )

~Ciara, Dragonback rider

What a woman says:
"This place is a mess! C'mon!
You and I need to clean up!
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"

What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW

Lighter in my hand,
I set the trash can ablaze
And run like hell

"POEM: Peanut Butter."

Peanut butter I do seek
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.

Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine

I gotta get away from here
I gotta get away
So I can fix the errors of my past
Then I can burn that f***er's house down
And let him fry in hell

Strange Poetry
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.

But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.

I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.

For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.

So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.


Life: The abridged Version

Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace

Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding

Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die

.
.
.
Thank ye.

Pepsi is good

Pepsi good,
Coke crap.
Pepsi good,
Coke sh*t.
Sugar is good,
Caffine is weak.
Pepsi, drink of Gods,
Coke, tool of the Devil.

Lovely Lovely ICQ...
For what did I ever do to you...
Your newest version came so I hop
And now you messed up my Photoshop

I cannot edit, I cannot crop
You you messed up my Photoshop
I cannot color, or convert to black and white
Oh ICQ... you know that's just not right

And so I cry and see the stares
I would call Adobe but it was downloaded from easywarez
So this weekend Jen will have sat
And do the dreaded Format

If it were just Adobe this I could take
But now other programs did break
My mouse is ratty
the Tablet is batty

So I must remember to save all my dateI love
Like the theme song from Dr. Strangelove
The Batman Theme will also be save like a priceless momento
That and the best of Dr. Demento.

For as a Web Designer I need my tools
For without them My work looks like a fool
So wish me lots and lots of luck
And pray I won't lose my temper and go "Oh ----"

;)

"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

Sometimes boredom inspires genius, other times you get this:
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I watch my pets aquatical.
As the float around in their little tank,
They thank the gods they can't be sank.
Three fish in a tank, rubba-dub-dub,
Droning, swimming, blissfully numb.
Go my pets aquatical,
to your spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I ponder matters mathematical.
Of Euchlides and of Oedipus,
The thereom of Pythagarus.
Ok, so Oed isn't math, but lit,
But have you ever tried to rhyme this stuff?
While pondering matters mathematical,
In your spinning sphere symmetrical?

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to my ventricle.
Pumping, gushing, my heart is bled,
But not a drop of blood is shed.
"It must be fun to be a blood cell!" I say,
"And ride the water-rides all day."
As they get shot through the ventricle,
in their spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I dream of habitat domestical.
Of my house, that is to say,
For it is a much better place to stay.
My Aunt's computer has no AC,
which means no fun for you nor me.
As is dream of habitat domestical,
In my spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to music frenchiful.
My native language this is not,
Mano, those french rockers rot!
French music!? What a thought,
I must delete this maintenant!
Crappy music frenchiful,
Has no place in my spinning sphere symmetrical.

Well, that about sums it up... if you read through the whole thing, well, I apologize. ;) See you in Dereth, pants optional!

~"Would you like to be a pepper too?"

"Strange 2 line poem"

Fire, fire, everywhere
So let's all have a drink

"The Tunnel"
there's a light
at the end of the tunnel
and it's keeps on growing large

there's a bat
he is flying through nothing
living his life of night

there's a cat
and he is limping away
finding a place to die

and I wonder what's the time
and I wonder why I'm here
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul

there's a fire
it's cleansing the land
making a new beginning

there's a dog
he obeys his master
but still he is beaten down

there's a kid
and he writes this poem
and he doesn't know quite why

and I wonder what's the point
and I wonder if He's there
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul

Writing... yeah, that's something i do sometimes. blah.
*HUGS*

questions/comments/concerns welcome as always.

See what you think. Kinda based on a thought I had earlier today.
"For it All"

(I'm not sure if this is a prayer or a poem exactly)

Thank you Lord, for it all

For brother and sister, mother and father
For spring summer, winter and fall
For a stretch limosine and new champagne
For drinking and crying with an old friend in the rain
For love and hate
For sorrow and joy

Thank you God, for it all

For all Things Great and Small
For enemy, friend, executioner and savior
For high purpose and low ambition
For lifelong discipline and no inhibition
For new strength and old weakness
For great success and utter failure

Thank you Lord, for it all

For the star's in the sky
For the depths of the sea
For my place on the great spiral
For every test and every trial
For the path up the mountain
For every new sunrise

Thank you God, for it all

For those before, I will never meet
For those after, I will be a memory to
For forgotten places and new stories
For high adventure and faded glories
For every new beginning
For every new ending

Thank you Lord, for it all

For sons and daughters
For simple wisdom and complicated foolishness
For the love between a man and a woman
For stout heart and frailty so human
For saint's and sinners, good and evil
For the Great Illusion and the Truth beneath

Thank you, almighty God, for it all.

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