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I love reading people's poetry so post some! The old thread had alot of nice talent. I wanna see some more! I'll post mine after a few posts.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:06 pm: Edit

haha mine's about a hickey

Scarlet Succulent


Waiting in the marketplace
among the fujis, navels, sunshine grapes

Bright Red D’Anjou

Shining with the luster of a smoothly waxed cover, Inviting my hands, my lips, my touch-For What?
Complete? No

Blemished Pear

Defiled by another’s stem on a conveyor belt in Georgia
without the smoothness of a virgin peel

But still, you tempt me with your imperfection, the milky white flesh and sweet trickling juice below that tainted layer.

Still, I long for your love-
Bite with gentle jaws.

Crimson Throat.
Engorged Jugular.
Turtlenecks.

Oh Scarlet Succulent, is our passion destined to be forever hidden by itchy wool and Angora?

By Smhop (Smhop) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:25 pm: Edit

I love it! Thats creative and wild.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:33 pm: Edit

This is Poe's...but it is one of my favorite poems of all time~

TO -- -- (1829)
Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained "the power of words"- denied that ever
A thought arose within the human brain
Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
And now, as if in mockery of that boast,
Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables-
Italian tones, made only to be murmured
By angels dreaming in the moonlit "dew
That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,"
Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,
Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,
Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions
Than even seraph harper, Israfel,
(Who has "the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,")
Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.
The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.
With thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee,
I cannot write- I cannot speak or think-
Alas, I cannot feel; for 'tis not feeling,
This standing motionless upon the golden
Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams.
Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,
And thrilling as I see, upon the right,
Upon the left, and all the way along,
Amid empurpled vapors, far away
To where the prospect terminates- thee only.


Ahh *sigh* , if only he weren't so insane...and dead.

By Poison_Ivy (Poison_Ivy) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:34 pm: Edit

I hating writing love poetry. No wonder it shall suck like crap. Sounds better when read aloud.

I shall b!tch and I shall moan
For you have broken my weak bones
I shall b!tch and I shall moan
For all the deep lies you told
I shall b!tch and I shall moan
For the false love you gave
I shall b!tch and I shall moan
Until that one you shall say

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry for treating you so wrong"
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry for letting you cry during all the days I was gone."
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Let's try to work this out."
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me without a doubt?"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." Is this truly what you mean?
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." I find this quite hard to believe.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." So why did you turn your back?
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." What makes you think I'll take all your crap?

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:41 pm: Edit

that would make a good song.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:54 pm: Edit

This thread has inspired me to write, here~

Late’s Too Late

The clock struck
two fifety-two and
I still waited for you to burst
through that door
shut tight for the night.
You always insist on making me wait for you,
late.
Too late for even the late-late show,
Conan won’t ever see your face.
He never makes me wait,
12:30 sharp every night
on the dot
on the screen.
So good night loverboy tonight,
late’s too late

By Poison_Ivy (Poison_Ivy) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 09:57 pm: Edit

you're talented geniusash.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 10:03 pm: Edit

haha, it's a poetry spree...here's another dedicated to a lovely sophomore I know from church.

Saccharine

Sometimes you’re just too sweet
Saccharine.
Like honey past the date on the bottom of the bear-bottle,
Sick
Ick
Show me a little anger
A raised voice
Or
Gasp
A •••• you bitch.
You’re just too sweet
It makes me wanna beat
That little blonde head of yours into the pavement
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Until your earrings make your lobes bleed
and your stilletos break
Your just too Saccharine
Too fake.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 10:30 pm: Edit

Another haha!

Cyber Symphony

Tippety-type tock tock
Tippety-type tock tock
The ticking metro-melody
Of a white comp keyboard.

By Smhop (Smhop) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 10:35 pm: Edit

geniusash, do you intend to pursue creative writing? You have talent.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 10:38 pm: Edit

Wow Smhop, thanks. No not now, but who knows what will happen in the next four years!? I'm just in a poetic mood tonight I suppose.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:10 pm: Edit

Haha teen angst

Mom

I hate you
Sorry
But I do
Ms. You’re no good
Ms. You don’t try
Ms. You’ll never find a husband
Ms. Your skirt’s too short
Ms. Your hair’s too long, or frizzy, or straight
Ms. You park to close
Ms. Burnt cookies
Ms. I don’t get you
Ms. You don’t know what you want
Ms. You don’t know your family
Ms. You’re just running away
Yeah ma, I wonder why.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:36 pm: Edit

More teen drama

Do Something

Tease me
Mess with me
Scream
Yell
Cry

Something.
Tell me…
how much you hate me
or how disappointed you are
or that you never saw it coming,
Tell me something.
Just, don’t sit there,
Don’t look at me…
Don’t make me look at you
with those dark brown pools I’ve been
lost in for hours before.
With that smirk that always
made me bite my lip.
Just please,
DO
Something.

By Magoo (Magoo) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:39 pm: Edit

OK TIME FOR A HAIKU...

-=-HOPE (in the death of winter)-=-

birds call out to spring
bright clouds shift softly east
to lands left in dark

earth laughs in splendor
as spring birds call out glory
to lands left in dark


---Trouble Sleeping---

moonlight follows me
as i embrace the dark night
blinding me from truth

she sleeps as i drift
hapless fate disturbs my rest
she wakes as i look

shhhhh

caught in the moon light
gentle arms call me to rest
my enchanting light

so cold is this night
the moon has never set before...
as i wait for dawn

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:40 pm: Edit

yay magoo!

By Vegangirl (Vegangirl) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:41 pm: Edit

Geniusash, I like your angsty poems. They're very real. It's awesome.


Anyway, here's a short one-

She rolls her emotions
In brown paper
And lights them away,
Exhaling misery.
She talks in (smoke) circles,
Today, yesterday, always
Vice stained lips
That never stop moving
Flicking lies into the dust,
She will destroy me
With her cancerous stare.

By Magoo (Magoo) on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 - 11:51 pm: Edit

neighbors...

A patient squirrel wonders about,
Clear skies breathe fragrant breezes
After cold nights fruits begin to ripen on foreign trees
As honeyed light balances off climbing rooftops

Clear skies breathe fragrant breezes
Redwood guards sway over soft soils
As honeyed light balances off climbing rooftops
The squirrel now weary with hunger eats infant fruit

Redwood guards sway over soft soils
Fences lean indecisively between lands in detest of there nature
The squirrel now weary with hunger eats infant fruit
While Wisteria Petals cut through warm light waiting to paint the earth.

A patient squirrel wonders about,
Fences lean indecisively between lands in detest of there nature
While Wisteria Petals cut through warm light waiting to paint the earth.
After cold nights fruits begin to ripen on foreign trees

By Magoo (Magoo) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:12 am: Edit

ASH:

Don’t make me look at you
with those dark brown pools I’ve been
lost in for hours before....THAT LINE IS REALLY GOOD...

U ARE VERY TALENTED...i just read ur poems...truly inspired...TO WRITE BETTER POEMS THEN THE CRAP I HAVE ...well, not crap just mediocre (at best)

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:13 am: Edit

thanks magoo

PS: I like the patient squirrel

By Jenesaispas (Jenesaispas) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:13 am: Edit

Meh. I've taken a stab at poetry, even though I absolutely detest it as a means of expression. But I'm too pensive and restless right now to do anything about it.

The light of my life...
Yet unknown to you am I.
A gap lies between us,
A gap that's filled with the hatred of the world.
Yet you have no idea.
Not even the world knows,
For veiled are such secrets from the razor eyes,
The slicing, dicing, prying, caustic, killing eyes.
You cannot know.
Nor can the world.
And now,
...extinguish the light I must,
...as midnight draws nigh,
...and bid thee adieu, my love.

By Magoo (Magoo) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:20 am: Edit

wow, that was good .

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:31 am: Edit

Meh indeed. Today is a depressing day in cc land

It’s just one of those days
When the bus goes too slow
And birds stop in mid-air
Cause they’re the only ones who know what it’s like
To be you.
So blue.

Looking up at the bright sky and wondering
What to do
Where to go
What to be
How to be it.
Happiness seems just around the corner
Hiding behind that bush
Or maybe under that rock perhaps.

Yet, in those few feet is infinite space,
Infinite time,
An incredible quest.
A journey so long and wide,
Impossible to complete
With no one by your side.

So lay back down girl,
Today’s not your day,
It’s not your time
to play.

By Gameguy56 (Gameguy56) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:33 am: Edit

A little hiking shall we..

warm along the grassy trail
the blossoms trampled and torn
lies the man of the forest
the city slicker reborn

the southern sky blue and white
a radient sheet of light
shining down on the simple dirt
which in comparison pales

to the soft green glow of the forest grass
lighting the endless trail
an endless journy of the mind
all over in due time

By Vegangirl (Vegangirl) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:37 am: Edit

Genuisash, another good one! Actually I think this one is my favorite of all yours

mmmm, I like poetry.

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:39 am: Edit

Vegangirl, the poem you posted is totally not crap, it is awesome and a reallt awesome point.

By Vegangirl (Vegangirl) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:40 am: Edit

hehe. thanks. i went back and changed my last post cause i realized it sounded like i was searching for compliments.

but anyway, thank you!

By Magoo (Magoo) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 02:47 am: Edit

ok...i'll be bacl tomorrow with a poem or 5

my creative juices start flowing when im about to fall asleep. (hmmm i just realized no one ever uses this smilie...HA)

By Rono_G (Rono_G) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 03:53 am: Edit

[Rendezvous]

as the sun rises...
the sky blushes sheepishly...
the scene is so sweet...

By Iplayoboe (Iplayoboe) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 07:52 am: Edit

Sometimes it is my favorite thing to sit at home alone and listen to the radio.
With nobody to see me and turn the volume down when the bass chords echo thru the walls.
Minor chord, minor chord, resolve.
Angry lyrics too, but I ignore those, they are not stirring me, only the root
Minor seventh, minor third, major fifth
Deeper than the words which float on top and don't stick around to tug the soul.
I listen to the radio and I fly away inside myself
As I jump up, off the couch, shoes come off so I can slide across the wooden floor
Hot socks! Hot feet! Friction wears holes down to my skin but I do not care.
Instead I take my hair out of hiding and laugh as it stings me in the eyes.
Bass rumbles through the floorboards and tickles my feet,
Even my pants throb to the rhythm and I jump
Jump, slide, laugh, cry silly happy thoughts but I don't know why
But I'd rather not understand I think, it would ruin the magical stupidity of it all.
I am all at once and for all ever totally happy, overwhelmingly sad, completely inside myself.
Laughter escapes me and I am tearing, leaking, but wishing it would never stop.
Flip of my head and the hair whips around, streaking sharp across my face.
My hands are free, I reach above, beat the air, hold my hips from side to side
As I swing to the rhythm, up down, in, around, spin on hot feet.
The time alone by myself, with the radio beating out loud deep
Is so my own, nobody's to destroy or criticize, I am me at my inner most
Which no one else can ever see, because once interrupted, I assume the guise
And play my part, for you, for all, for everyone.
But still that time with my radio and the bass resounding through me
Minor, major, minor, minor, resolve, rumbling,
Is my favorite time of all.

By Gidget (Gidget) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 10:01 am: Edit

This isn't my poem - I am lyrically challenged but can write a hard news story to knock you on your @#$.. Anyway- this is my favorite poem by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

By Poison_Ivy (Poison_Ivy) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 10:11 am: Edit

These are the lyrics of my favorite U2 song, Electrial Storm. I love how Bono writes, it's beautiful.

The sea it swells like a sore head and the night it is aching
Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed
And the day it is breaking

On rainy days we'd go swimming out
On rainy days swimming in the sound
On rainy days we'd go swimming out

You're in my mind all of the time
I know that's not enough
If the sky can crack there must be someway back
For love and only love

Electrical Storm
Electrical Storm
Baby don't cry

Car alarm won't let you back to sleep
You're kept awake dreaming someone elses dream
Coffee is cold but it'll get you through
Compromise that's nothing new to you.
Let's see colours that have never been seen
Let's go places no one else has been

You're in my mind all of the time
I know that's not enough
Well if the sky can crack there must be someway back
To love and only love

Electrical storm x 3
Baby don't cry

It's hot as hell, honey in this room
Sure hope the weather will break soon
The air is heavy, heavy as a truck
We need the rain to wash away our bad luck

Well if the sky can crack there must be some way back
To love and only love

Electrical storm x 3

Baby don't cry x 3

By Geniusash (Geniusash) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 12:35 pm: Edit

yay for music nerds!

Shaky Seven

Triads stacked up to infinity
1-3-5-7-9-11-13
ringing with anticipation
for and absolute resolution.
But, why am I always playing the 7th?
Against a hardcore root
Strong
Way into the ground
Deep
And me,
Flighty,
struggling to hold on
to not just sharp a little and make the chord…
right
normal
clean
bachy.
Wavering on that b natural
Waiting to be the fifth.
Soon
Please.

By Vadim (Vadim) on Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 03:09 pm: Edit

Awakens man, and Earth, and Sky,
And man prepares to meet the day
But what if man today should die?
Will any memory of him stay?

And works the man ‘till day expires,
Thus spends he life’s most valued years.
But little more his life inspires
Than impetus for bitter tears.

His time upon the Earth he wastes
Answering duty’s siren call
But nothing of real life he tastes
His End of Days he can’t forestall.

But if he could have conquered Death,
What good could he have made of it?
If with his every lifeless breath
He would but in his office sit?

A life like this we must detest
(For it is not a life at all)
But futility made manifest.
And portent of society’s fall.

For man cannot survive like this,
His life reduced to nothingness.
An intellectual abyss
Is now man’s vision of success.

To live, we must beyond this go-
Escape civilization’s grasp-
Only then will man true freedom know,
And look upon the world and gasp.

For there is so much more to life
Than our existence now suggests,
Beyond ambition, work, and strife,
Beyond our empty world of tests.

Partake of life while time allows,
Before it fades into regrets.
Ideals of life we must espouse
For only living life begets.

By Victimofapathy (Victimofapathy) on Thursday, July 29, 2004 - 02:30 pm: Edit

A favorite of mine, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. It makes me cry, especially when I'm feeling angsty.

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
beause even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half so bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind
a few dead minds
in higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or othersuch improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician

Beat poetry...so awesome.

Maybe I'll post some of my own poems later. I don't want to follow this one.

And, since people were posting songs (If She Wants Me- Belle and Sebastian):

I wrote a letter on a nothing day
I asked somebody “Could you send my letter away?”
“You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope”
I said goodbye to someone that I love
It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us
And it was hard
Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy
Someone above has seen me do alright
Someone above is looking with a tender eye
Upon her face, you may think you’re alone but you may think again
If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy
They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered
my ashes
On second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there with my best friend
If she wants me
And far away somebody read the letter
He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius deserves
For all his curious nerve and his passion
I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy
Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all
But life is good and “It’s always worth living at least for
a while”
If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy
They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered
my ashes
On second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there with my best friend
If she wants me
If you think to yourself “What should I do now?”
Then take the baton, girl, you better run with it
There is no point in standing in the past cause it’s over and done with
I took a book and went into the forest
I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home