Poetry part 3

[Typhoid]

Well, why not? The other one died down, and i would have posted this in there, but surprise surprise, i was the last to post in it.


But anyways, i think i shall once agin show my other, non post cramming side.


-----------------------------Shatterday------------------


The fun and games are done,
It's time to take the gun,
to grow up and be a man,
because im told i can,
The fights are not my own,
the ruler wants his throne,
they tell me its my job,
so i go inside the mob,

----

The trigger snaps back,
my eyes fade to black,
the bullet flies fast,
tearing flesh, and destroying the past,

----

How many souls must cry, and families grieve,
for one mans superior greed,
Sirens raid the air,
the target; they dont care,
Loud becomes quiet,
surrounded by a riot,
dark becomes light,
for what we think is right,
a shot sounds straight ahead,
the looming fear of being dead,
guilt builds deep within,
war has claimed another victim.





No its not as good as i can do, but i wrote it in a 35 minute period while i was supposed to do a math quiz. I didnt do all too well on that, lets say. And on a side note, i am aware some parts sound horrible, and creepishly morbid depending how you read it.

[DimHalo]

good poem. kind of seems like it would make a good rap.
i would post some more of my poetry but i don't have anything with me and i'm not feeling inspired. I was asked to be a part of the National Who's Who among Poets, but I haven't submitted anything... might be too late now.

[Typhoid]

Just to let you know, thats usually a scam. They send you an email, or a letter, after youve submitted a peom on the website or mail, Then they ask you if you want to buy a book with your poem in it( among others) and the book is filled with like minded peoples poems. It is only sold to those who submit the poems, and it costs usually about $200. My friend almost got scammed into it, he got an email saying he was invited to a poetry reading in L.A. and he only needed to pay his money in advance through chequing or visa to a certain website.

[Vampyr]

hmm. I've been working a lot of poems/songs lately, but none of them are finished. I'll just post a few pieces I have come up with: (they are all untitled)

Untitled #1
"Empty chairs,
And crowded beds,
Full of hopeless cares,
And bodiless heads.

Lick up the blood with your vampire heart tongues.
Gulp and drown the fake emotional flood,
Let the water crush your lungs."


Untitled #2
I'm good enough for me,
Why aren't I good enough for you?
I try to be everything you want me to be,
But things are just never right when I'm through.

I'm exactly what I wanna be,
I'm pleased with everything inside-a me.
What else could you want to see?
Why do you want to rewrite my biography?

I'm trying my best to be the best,
But when your expectations are too high,
I fall down below the rest,
And my hopes die when I watch you...sigh...


Untitled #3
You're not beautiful anymore,
Your eyes, they don't glow anymore,
Your hair, it's not soft anymore,
Your body, it's not beatiful anymore.


Untitled #4
Strawberries, of times I have forgotten.
Strawberries from days gone bye,
of times long ago.

Taste like strawberry memories,
From times long gone,
And of lovers gone by.


Untitled #5
Put a knife through my chest,
Seal the wound with a kiss.
Put a bullett in my face,
Seal the wound with your breast.


Ok, so these next few are journal entries I've been making in my live journal. Lately I've been interested in making my journal entries rhyme, and be poetic, so these entries could potentially be used for a song/poem/rap.


Untitled #6
Walking with your head bent over, watching the floor as the world passes you bye. If I could only give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly. If I could, I would paint over your world of black and misery, and show you the bright side of the sky. If I could only give you wings...
You've been living your life with your eye's shut, and it doesn't matter how deep the thorns of life cut, because you've locked yourself away, inside a shell that wont let you see the light of day. Or the darkness of night.

No one can get close, to give you pleasure. No one can get close, to give you pain. I can't get close, and it's driving me insane. You have blocked everyone out, and you'll never feel the kiss of neither angel nor devil. If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly. And burn. If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to crash. And burn. If only I could feel you, I would show you heart ache and pain, and let you shower me in the forgiveness rain.

If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly, to float belly-up against the sky. If you would let the bells of sadness and joy ring, I would teach you to sing.


Untitled #7
My life is out of control, and I can't seem to catch a foot-hold. I'm scrambling on the face of a cliff, grasping for something, anything, anyone to hold. All I can catch is air. My life is crumbling beneath me, and it's just not fair. You won't take my hand, and alleviate this pain, you just watch, and it begins to rain. I'm slipping now, sliding now, falling now. You added this water to my hands, lubricated my already failing hands, and I'm out of control. Life is running away with me, and I just can't keep up, the pace is just too fast. A million objectives at once, and I cant finish one. I fix something that's not broken, and another one breaks. Trying to please everyone, and angry I make everyone. I wish I could slow this down somehow, stop the boulder from rolling somehow, just so I could catch up somehow. Call me Sisyphus, because the boulder is on my heels. Call me Sisyphus, becuase I'm condemed to this hell. Call me Sisyphus, because no matter how hard I push, it all piles over me again. You can call me Tantalus, because despite my hunger, I can taste neither fruit nor water. You can call me Tantalus, because in front of me you tantalize with what I despize: You. You can call me Tantalus, because behind me you tantalize, with what I love: You.

I'm out of control again, I've lost my handhold again, you're laughing again. Finally I've got to the top. I'm holding on...pulling myself up. Your finger nails dig into my hands, like claws from the forbidden lands, and you throw me off, and I'm falling again.

My life is out of control, and I can't seem to catch a foot-hold. I'm scrambling on the face of a cliff, grasping for something, anything, anyone...


Untitled #8
Tonights prom, boys and girls. Our last hurrah. I think I'm nervous, scared, excited, and happy all at once, and all these emotions have managed to negate each other out somehow, and tonight I'm breaking the habit somehow. I have my tux, and I got the flowers, but somehow I feel like I'm forgetting something. I have the list, and I've got the stuff written down, so I cant be. I gotta call some people later and clarify the plans, just to make sure I'm where I'm supposed to be.

I can finally see the fire. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze, and we are all caught in the fire. The seconds turn to ash, and this time the pheonix isn't going to rise. Why is that such a suprise? The minutes are smoldering, and the hours are suphocating. The fire is in a place where nothing can get, and the oxygen of another year cant revive it. I'm watching as the spark dies, and there is nothing I can do but watch as the smoke flies....
And tonights the night, our last hurrah...right?













~And that's all from the poetic archives of the Vampyr

[Typhoid]

Those were pretty good for being un-finished. ( Dont do a rap...for the love of god....) But ya, those were good , +rep

[DimHalo]

Just to let you know, thats usually a scam. They send you an email, or a letter, after youve submitted a peom on the website or mail, Then they ask you if you want to buy a book with your poem in it( among others) and the book is filled with like minded peoples poems. It is only sold to those who submit the poems, and it costs usually about $200. My friend almost got scammed into it, he got an email saying he was invited to a poetry reading in L.A. and he only needed to pay his money in advance through chequing or visa to a certain website.

Well, actually I've been published before and the book was kind of expensive but it is in college libraries and a couple of stores in Europe (that I know of for sure). They have asked if I want to buy one but I'm not going to. It is just for the sake of being able to say that my work is in print. So the word usually is going a bit far

[Typhoid]

Sorry, js....and why is it that these threads usually break down after only few posts?

[Vampyr]

Sorry, js....and why is it that these threads usually break down after only few posts?

'Cause you and I are the only ones writing poetry to post in it, and we cant put out quality pieces every few hours.

[Typhoid]

'Cause you and I are the only ones writing poetry to post in it, and we cant put out quality pieces every few hours.


True, but i dont even want to put my 'quality' pieces in it, in fear of plagorism. ;)

Are the people here who write things, too scared to show it or something? I mean come on....we need peotic diversity here.



But i will try to post more in here, and i encourage others to do so as well.

[The Germanator]

I don't actually write poems often at all...It's something that I don't quite have the patience for. I'm not really good at revising my work, and that is something pretty much essential to poetry because every word is so important...If I was still writing more poems, I'd probably post them, but I haven't written any and don't plan to for a bit..

[Professor S]

Here's a poem a made recently. Its being made into a song by a friend of mine.


26 Going on Infinity

Caught out in the rain
Somewhere between Pride and Shame
Will I be here again?
Maybe I want to

The road goes on for miles
Covered in a thousand tiles
Pictures of me as a child
Youth lost to you

Don’t know what I want to be
College wasn’t much help to me
Can’t find my Identity
26 going on Infinity

Trapped by self doubt
Stick my thumb out
In frustration I shout
Only I can hear

Time to walk
Ahead and not balk
Erase the lines of chalk
That I fear

This isn’t how it was supposed to be
Live my life for me
I don’t want an Identity
26 going on Infinity


The first two stanzas are really the only one's that I think are any good, but I needed two more for the song so I made something up about hitchhiking through life.

And incase any of you were wondering, my main influence is TS Elliot, and if any of you have read him before you'll probably see the similarity/rip off. :D

[Typhoid]

I could make that into a song too, its good, i have nothing to compare it to of yours, because im not aware if youve posted anything here yet.

The rip off way this big I----------------------------------------------------------I


































j/k ;)

[Typhoid]

Double post yes, caring i do not says I.


----------------Parts of Perfection--------------------



The waking eyes of night,
stare blankly from above,
sitting in my house,
thinking of my love,

The deaf ears of despair,
listen from behind,
while I think about her,
and slowly lose my mind,

The mute lips of bliss,
are talking in my ear,
I want to be anywhere,
anywhere but here,

The beautiful face of death,
stares into my eyes,
you open your mouth to talk,
but all i hear are lies,

The face of an angel,
the mind of a child,
I can wait for you to make up your mind,
because i can wait a while.


Its a song/Poem thing, i know its not really all too good, but its slightly growing on me. IF i wanted to make it into a song, i made little extra stanzas to make it more song-ish, but im not posting them, because you dont know the beat in my head, so it would sound all wrong.

[Dylflon]

Here's a haiku about Mr. T:

Look it's Mr. T
no time for jibba jabba
he pities the fool

[Fox 6]

Here's a haiku about Mr. T:

Look it's Mr. T
no time for jibba jabba
he pities the fool
LMAO! thats hilarious.