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Permalink Reply by Ghost-Child550 on August 5, 2010 at 8:27pm

Wow have I missed a lot, Harriet nice to see you're back :)\

@Bobby: Both pieces are very nice, they have a great lyrical style and I can feel the rhythm. Well done.

@Michelle: I loved both but I definately have to say Breathing In is the best of the two beautiful piece. I especially loved 'starscapes hidden behind a smile' <3 fantastic.

@Harriet: WOW is all I can say, after being gone for that long and then claiming you need to learn to become a better writer. Both pieces are great. It's good to see some new poems :)

Here's my most recent one; I'm working on a connected storyline for my next bit of poetry; as I've got not much else personal wise as inspiration these days. Here's the prologue.

Red Candy/Events of Change (Prologue)

Present:

There it was, the end of the road a line drawn through the final crossover
and where was I, I was there watching as it all happened
as the families of forgotten brothers fell apart, sweet air whispered and I refused to answer the riddles, I let the wolves fall silent.

Past:
It was over when I let it happen
sweet sweet Red Candy
and her nature
The restless beast inside
asking me for a chance to open her up
I couldn't decline
declination was out the window when the clothes dropped

And she stood before me, bathing in the moonlight
I let it happen
and it was over, problems, questions, every little thought
a mere shadow on the back of my mind
When her and I had finished she saw herself out
her traces left only in the memory of my eyes
I was a lone again, as restless as the beast inside
Sweet sweet Red Candy
and her nature
and her smell
and her love
all of it was mine
but as soon as I had it it was all gone

There was no coping,
I heard the whispers in my ears
they all said the same thing
'you're alone'
It was like a catchy jingle
stuck on repeat
and sweet sweet Red Candy
with her sultry voice
was the one whispering in my ear.

I kept her in my mind
a lost cause a lonely piece of world’s change
She slipped out of my hands and everything reverted back to normal
back to what it was like before I called her tonight
a temporary sedative
The question of the day was whether or not
a temporary sedative was worth it
Fun was gone quicker than darkness in the light

She unraveled to me the events of change
if it weren’t for that night
I would have kept on with daily paint
but I thought a change of colours would be a better choice
Second question of the day;
Is change worth the price you pay?

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Permalink Reply by Ghost-Child550 on August 23, 2010 at 7:47am

Uh-oh looks like the threads dying again :(

Well here's my latest bunch of stuff. It's all connected to the last bit I posted so here it is.

A friend

The dead bodies spread out on the floor
Blank eyes staring, piercing into my own
The child still sleeps
and I have no reason to take him with me
The purposelessness of my being here made all the more clear
when I let that little child die

I looked up and there she was
The woman who took it all away

I wanted her

There were no more questions to ask
the candy had left
and life would go on
The wind and tiles all singing in my ears
It was a welcome feeling

The child inside served no purpose
At least not anymore
I couldn’t go back to those days
Before the world brought fire and grace
all pouring from its hands

I couldn’t love anything

Days would come and go
Slipping thru my hands
Like forests to the leaves
Each day I thought about Dana
Her pretty blue eyes
Diamonds piercing thru night
and I thought about Red Candy
the nature of sex

Beauty was not an enemy
but a friend I could never have


The Touch

I felt its pull the stinging touch
edging closer in the dark
it wasn’t fear or pain but a broken sound
a death dealer
A window room filled with red and white
little ec hoes
forged inside
I felt its
pull and realized
I was supposed to die

The falling lights did no justice
but all
inside


this hell I’ve never been to
I feel myself

falling closer
Inching further from myself

I can feel it all behind my eyes


The children crying



And the dead body laying at my side
Screaming
I couldn’t figure out


the teardrops floating in the sky
the blood stain falling up my hands

I searched the memories but traced no steps
I was brought here but no way to know how

the touch and slippery hands
mellow clos ure
lifted up my eyes

and ended the reflection I had never known


The Flamingo Man

Broken lies
Fleeing


time in August gloom

Where am I

The Flamingo Man

Singing in the trees
or am I singing in the ponds?

I don’t know not so sure

Disjo inted fa lli n g letters speak to me

Win dows in the
pantry but no wom an on the other side
who am I t o talk to

who

am
I

To


See




where are the ch
ildren of youth


forgotten in time?

Dana

The dream was senseless
a muse without words
but with each passing thought
she always came to mind
Dana
I couldn’t feel her
But touch was not necessary

Restless thoughts in my head
little heart fixations
covered in plastic with red bowties

Unbearable words garbled
In the funny sounds
Whisper wolves and pelicans
Lovers and the neigh Sayers all speaking their part

But among the damned she stood a queen

And rushed me in a noble steed

Or was that just a dream?


Mr. Glow

Milky words

I am you


Sent from your own time


Remember the silicone but where are the windows now
The
Styrofoam j a r s

Sitting on the windows

A sk

A sailor might

We glow together

Poppy seeds widows and cheap whores fancy cars race

nig ht in void of sleepy words
remember
me

yo
ur

good old friend


the man you call

Mr. GLOW

When you kill

The children we’ve set sail

I’ll remember you


Mr.


Glow


Sinister Tales

I stood there eyes gazed up at the sky
I know what I had done
and she enjoyed it all

she weaved a tale wrought with sinister melodies
sang of the birds in change
Told me I was the one
And behind her Flamingo Man
Whispered words unheard, desires unscathed

I look and child is her face
But only for a second

The Flamingo Man opens his eyes
Pale white and little glowing veins
Littered bout his mother’s grace

His open mouth spoke truths from yellow teeth

‘my little friend, so soon to spill the blood
can the wolves and pelicans
eat the mist during winters flood?’

I knew nothing of the answer no riddle and no rhyme

What was I doing again?
Oh yes that knife to my neck is mine.


Dr. Bridges

He asks me how I’ve been
thinks I’ve got some problems
Stupid shrink
A man who tries to tell me it’s all
gonna go well
I want Dana I try to say
But the words wouldn’t help
so I keep shut and act
like he wants me to

Then the little pictures
abstract blotches of art
Rainbows, sunflowers
and a man with a flamingo face

He acts his part and I act mine
who does he think he is
someone above me
he plays doctor but his eyes say more
If I’m crazy like he says
than he is ten times more

Dr. Malcolm S. Bridges

The man who’s daughter tastes like candy

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Permalink Reply by JJ Christopher on August 28, 2010 at 2:27am

No, not dead... just sleeping.


To Dream, Perchance to Sleep
(For Justin)

The hand you cannot touch
The face you'll never kiss
The distance and the darkness in the eyes you'll always miss
The pain won't go away
It's there, my soul to keep
Always deep inside of me, to dream, perchance to sleep

It never goes away
This emptiness inside
It takes so much away from me and all I do is hide
Its all I drove away
To drown within my sorrow
To leave me burst and blinded, burning, lost without tomorrow

My God, I love him so
With every breath I breathe
All I do is look at him and I could not conceive
A moment kept apart from him
The aching everywhere
The knowledge deep inside that screams he doesn’t know I'm there


by JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com

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Permalink Reply by JJ Christopher on August 28, 2010 at 3:29am

As the Curtain is Closing…

Who do you love…?
(When you can’t love)

Who do you hate…?
(You hate yourself)

When will you cry…?
(The tears they are falling)

When will you learn…?
(The answer is never)


Why do I ache…?
(The dream is denied you)

When will I fall…?
(You’ve fallen from grace)

When will it end…?
(It lives way past dying)

Why walk away…?
(Your time isn’t coming)


Why write the words…?
(They sing about sorrow)

Who is it for…?
(The songs are for you)

Why won’t you wake me!?
(The dream is the nightmare)

Why won’t you hear me?
(You won’t even listen)


Why am I chained…?
(It’s what you have chosen)

How many times…?
(You’ll never know)

Who bears the blame…?
(Oh, Jesus, you’re kidding!)

Why’s it so dark…?
(The curtain is closing)


by JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com

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Permalink Reply by Josiah Haan on September 14, 2010 at 8:23pm

My first poem

Lost

I feel myself slipping into the lull of the day,
I stare blindly into the abyss of tomorrow.
I hear the buzz of everyday life and put on the face of a content teenager, but what am I in the whole scheme of things?
Do I make a difference in this world, or is my entire existance just a meaningless joke?
Do the people around me feel my uncertainty, like I feel their contentment, or are they just as confused as I am?

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Permalink Reply by Josiah Haan on September 14, 2010 at 8:25pm

my Second poem

Doubt

Who am I to feel left out
when I can tell without a doubt,
that who I tell this story to
could possibly be a victim too.

A victim of uncertain fear
the cold, dark whisper in our ear.

A relentless feeling of the lost,
to want any comfort, damn the cost.

When we need someone to care,
we give the curse to our heir.

For them to bare the horrid pain,
or finally break this wretched chain.

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Permalink Reply by Sarah Serenity Lovecraft on September 19, 2010 at 9:44am

Hey guys it's been awhile I changed my profile and all and now I'm Sarah Serenity Lovecraft, and new pic too... anyway i'll post poems later on. See you around, and right now I'm still traumatized from my rape (33rd time now since age of 5 to almost 22 years old) from almost a week ago (Sept. 11th, 2010) and will post something crazy and deep and personal eventually. I got my band started at last we're called Shadow Eclipse stick around for more words of deep honesty from me soon!

-Sarah.

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Permalink Reply by Michelle on September 25, 2010 at 8:01pm

Hey everyone nice job! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile haven't been feeling very motivated....so since I a bit rusty you'll have to let me know what you think of this latest piece. It's kind of a rough draft so far.
Just Somber

I feel betrayal
in something
beyond what I can see
Their smiles fade
as the daydreams
become the way

Like a whirlwind
of tiny shards of
diamond dust
inside the hearts of
us all
risking to understand
images of this as a whole

Simply sought after...
nightmares to dreams

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Permalink Reply by darshan on September 25, 2010 at 8:59pm

vry nice job michelle..i'm impressed.take my advice u have a bright future in lit..
the poem is awesum..:)


Michelle said:

Hey everyone nice job! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile haven't been feeling very motivated....so since I a bit rusty you'll have to let me know what you think of this latest piece. It's kind of a rough draft so far.
Just Somber

I feel betrayal
in something
beyond what I can see
Their smiles fade
as the daydreams
become the way

Like a whirlwind
of tiny shards of
diamond dust
inside the hearts of
us all
risking to understand
images of this as a whole

Simply sought after...
nightmares to dreams

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Permalink Reply by Michelle on October 5, 2010 at 5:59pm

here's a new one you guys will have to let me know which one you like better


Glass Whispers

From the imaginary light
within a deep, deep sleep
brings forth a gentle wind
of pastel landscapes
carved from the outlines
of a listless cloud in the
brightness on the day
of one of the most
fragile day of days

Insecurities left behind
in hues of red and purple
slightly like a dream of
a chosen rose from a love
long lost to the whispers
made of glass, fragile
even in a gentle wind

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Permalink Reply by Ghost-Child550 on October 5, 2010 at 6:13pm

Been a while since I been on here. Wow all wonderful pieces from everyone, sorry I haven't been around to reply much been busy with schooling and stuff. Well done everyone. I hope to see more works :)

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Permalink Reply by Michelle on October 5, 2010 at 6:24pm

welcome back Ghost....nice to see you here again!

Ghost-Child550 said:

Been a while since I been on here. Wow all wonderful pieces from everyone, sorry I haven't been around to reply much been busy with schooling and stuff. Well done everyone. I hope to see more works :)

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