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"
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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