Since I haven't found one of these yet I figured I'll make a poetry thread, where we could either share poetry/lyrics or discuss favorite poets or lyricists. To start off the thread I'll post one of my own pieces. Hope to see what everyone else's work and maybe learn about some other poets. Criticism is appreciated but lets be nice to each other about it :)

 

I'll share with you my heart
a desire unafraid
hushed with lullabys and older dreams
we're always in the same place

life/the key to living
love/the key to loving
I desire none but myself

and so I'll weep to you
dear reader and lost friend
that my heart holds
the stories of anger and hate
mistrust and my own shame
love and lost love
misplacement and sadness

I can't tell you why
these feelings of mine
are so down
cos you see
I only share with you my heart

sob stories are for the weak
and I can show no weakness
I already have too much
for the simple things I'll never have
in toy cars and choo choo trains

I share with you my heart
and lullabys that never rock me to sleep

I share with you my heart
cos it's all I really have left to give

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A beautiful, long piece :)

Mike A said:
It's an old piece, but here we go.

Hope
==================================
As men breathe, a shadow of foreclosure dawns over us like a blanket of coveted sleep.
It’s a signal; an omen of dire things to come – our disillusioned existence in hibernation.
Our homes, our lives, our own hearts a myriad of question marks.
A brand, a mark, a featureless scar on the residue of memories long since past,
the soles of humankind reflect the struggles that were, are and will be,
for strife is born from scum like us. Our broken faith coincides with our broken trust.

The cities never sleep. They seek kinship in others and break men far stronger than I.
The hellish consequence of this observation is murder, theft of virginity and innocence,
a dark display of unrequited polluted love – part and parcel of our self-made legacy.
The true faces of evil reside in us all. It is not nations balancing on the edge of a knife;
It is man’s Faustian deal inherit and unchallenged – masked under a thin veil of pretend.
“This is the way the world is. No selfless acts can change the course of Terra Firma.”
This thought is more destructive than any manmade weapon, even if man IS the weapon.
For what are you, if not damned, by what you choose not to see or believe?

Life: a gift, a torch, a guide.
The positive aspects of negative thinking inexorably looming over the cities as we burn,
plunder, maim and destroy all we touch and hold dear. There is no need for proof in this.
Darwinian theories proves us to be killers time and time again,
but also as slaves of repeat-behavior, sado-masochistic tendencies and depression.
The cries of man fall on deaf ears and empty but gracious platitudes.
As reality cracks, so does humankind: each one of us a potential Nietzsche.
To some, laughter is proof of humanity.
To some, laughter is the face of ostracized anonymity.
The burden of man is never knowing one’s time or place,
as we still retain a sense of urgency in carefully controlled frames.

Hope: still lingers on, relentless.
Despite impending doom, the root of the problem lies within man’s grasp.
It is man’s undoing if the problem is not solved, for the problem is manmade,
and death won’t turn the other cheek because men close their eyes.
Our conquest for domination? Inner space is as unexplored as outer space,
man wants to destroy the pristine moon for better fuel,
man wants to dominate instead of understand.

Life is a series of misunderstood events where the seed discolors the soil,
and fills the desolate wastes with vacuum from the void.
There is love, redemption and hope despite all pain:
the hope that Humpty Dumpty was put back together again.
sorry haven't posted in a little bit...been sick...here's and older one I wrote


Red Rain

My time is near

Whispers written in blood

bare my forgotten and withered soul

ruptured dreams with sullen tears

and withered vines grasp for air

as I lie on the ground beneath

the skies bleed red rain

and I close my eyes

only to open them and

realize the day has gone

beaten down by night

fragile flowers scattered to the winds

I still lay here and watch them as

they float above me

as if they were singing soft melodies

meant only for me

wondering about the soft petals

before they dry and crumble

if they will remember me
Sorry I haven't been on in a while guys. Been busy. Michelle a very good piece I liked it a lot :)
Here's a recent piece I wrote. I have no name yet though.

Visions of car lanes
scatter through my eyes
to bring inner war alive
tourists push thru veins
no coursing blood in here

I crush the poppy seeds
and find it's hard to
break old habit
lover always been miles away

an older man
rides on horse
to wish me well
but his promise like
the castles of old
stay thru out history
and abandoned was the cry

And here's an older one.

Star Crossed

Midnight's eve calls her to sleep
The edge of reflections
the madness of soft goodbyes
And as the sky ablaze writes it's
truths on cloud paper-mache
She moves in the wind
the dust picking up left traces of her God's
The blank page fills with lines
obscuring the details of her fragile mind

Now the devil does as he may wish
for the soul is cracked with nothing less
He casts the dye as he sees fit
and watches her fall on his making and wish

This blood soaked Julliete
finds peace in the silence of her old friend
Her Romeo falls from the sisters he left
and nary the sound of the silence and rain
He follows her to death in the devils old game
and dilly dally they fall into mistakes
To watch the mystic of the prayer seeking a soul

They cast away problem
and pay for the silence of the consequence
Their star crossed love a mission is set
as they die together without a regret.
I've haven't been posting, because I've been going through my writing, typing and editing. Hope you feel better Michelle! Good work on the new pieces guys. I really liked them, including you too Ghost-Child550. Here's one I finished tinkering with recently. I also included a picture of an art piece I did at school last year. The file attachment is right above the first 'Reply to This' at the bottom of the page. Enjoy the prize pack :)

Monster

Warmth rushes
Strewn across placid rooftops
Back against
A stubborn cold rock
Hollowed around treasure
Boyish notes of sad pop,
Through brittle walls
Little man, may fate lie in the stars

Full of dainty dreams, I am broken
The rural town below
Grounded feet worn
Take me again into the Washington sky
Radiance through dabbed grey
Eyes watch the monster to and fro
The foreign I know


Ghost-Child550 said:
Sorry I haven't been on in a while guys. Been busy. Michelle a very good piece I liked it a lot :)
Here's a recent piece I wrote. I have no name yet though.

Visions of car lanes
Attachments:
Harriet Monster was great and it was nice to see some of your artwork, very nice job :)

Here's a newest one I wrote last night.

lavender

lavender houses
and hazel eyes
form
the perfect
moment
for all lovers
in love
with lavender
bushes
and hazelnuts

union an old
practice
will remember
all the notebook
pages
filled with
metaphor
love and
old romance
in lavender

with a push
of power buttons
everyone
will fall asleep
forgetting everything
they
had ever learned

and at the end
of the day
I’ll call out
to you
from
lavender houses
but you
won’t answer
and I’ll forever
be lost
and in love
with hazel eyes
Ghost-Child550, thanks! Your poem was good too. I wrote this one earlier this week.

The Daughter of Natives

High tides die
I recollect in the darkness on the end of the line
Into strange cigarettes
The square runs off into rivers of mediocre yard
Ticking light, I had to slam the door
Beyond the straight face, laughing spirits hover
I couldn’t wait to see you laugh

I stole the time and left
I went to the village near the creek to see me
The daughter of natives
She inquires the small cloud fleeing the tide
The cloud that caresses me
Far away from the creek and natives
Beyond the crying frogs

I’m the doormat, where she has knocked many times
In a step she walks
Blaspheming In regretful tears
She scowls under hairy blankets
Where the watcher waits
For the hunched beggar
Sifted through the clouds


Ghost-Child550 said:
Harriet Monster was great and it was nice to see some of your artwork, very nice job :)

Here's a newest one I wrote last night.

lavender

lavender houses
and hazel eyes
form
the perfect
moment
for all lovers
in love
with lavender
bushes
and hazelnuts

union an old
practice
will remember
all the notebook
pages
filled with
metaphor
love and
old romance
in lavender

with a push
of power buttons
everyone
will fall asleep
forgetting everything
they
had ever learned

and at the end
of the day
I’ll call out
to you
from
lavender houses
but you
won’t answer
and I’ll forever
be lost
and in love
with hazel eyes
Harriet yet again a wondeful piece :) I definately have to say that's one of my favorites.
I wrote this last night, it's random and makes absolutely no sense.

tape-recorder

silly pictures
funny dreams
all in marble words
and conspiracies
sleep promise
future past
and the rain is cast

willow fires
here we go
black desires
paper make
the reality shapes
of souls to mate

silver gold
merry go ‘round
ponies and soldier boys
fantasy sound
sleep tight
ink blotches
Safire pencil
stares at fight
who loves the windowpane?

sing melody
forest paint
plastic game
and I forgot my name
Ghost-Child, that was a fun poem, I thought it was cute :) Here's one I wrote in the morning.

I Am Afro Woman

I am afro woman
but I will not woe nor dread over crooked parts
I will share the sweet smell of hair oil
in winter
and the looks I get when I don't groove to R&B
but rock and complexity
like this coarse frizz I can not handle

I am the wide eyed gazelle
who leaps and leaps
with perfection comes lions
men are lions
and with dream eaters comes the need
for dreams
to survive

It is the cycle of things
as I am the clock-turner
chocolate black
who tries to see
what I first saw in this awful piece

As a babe in the sand
comes the responsibility of death
the acceptance of wearied travelers
and the belief in one's own mirages

Ghost-Child550 said:
Harriet yet again a wondeful piece :) I definately have to say that's one of my favorites.
I wrote this last night, it's random and makes absolutely no sense. tape-recorder silly pictures
funny dreams
all in marble words
and conspiracies
sleep promise
future past
and the rain is cast

willow fires
here we go
black desires
paper make
the reality shapes
of souls to mate

silver gold
merry go ‘round
ponies and soldier boys
fantasy sound
sleep tight
ink blotches
Safire pencil
stares at fight
who loves the windowpane?

sing melody
forest paint
plastic game
and I forgot my name
;|

058_FIFTY-EIGHT (CLAUSTROPHOBIA)
there it is again,
even though you know how it feels,
you know what it does to you,
you can't help but want it again,
the big picture,
however painful it is to see;
you've got something no-one has,
you've got perspective.

to hell with trying to keep your head,
you've got to know the truth,
you can't compromise, not on this.
can't begin to understand your fascination,
just want to find something more than what you've got?
you won't find anything here except dead ends.
nothing here except the horrific suffering
of all those people who made headlines worldwide,
the real life deaths that happen outside of fantasies;

this is the real deal
and, even when you feel pretty prepared,
even when you fool yourself into thinking
that there are no surprises -
because the world is so close to hell
that they can't be too different -

well, you have no idea.

and you stare at all those faces,
hoping they'll give you some sort of clue,
tell you, maybe, just what to expect ...
but they look just as oblivious as anyone else.

i guess you were looking for a new outlook;
you want a fresh take on whatever surrounds you;
i guess i should've mentioned,
you sure as hell shouldn't have come here.

you find out that the big picture isn't so big after all.
that's the snowball effect at work for you;
all these millennia we've spent, endlessly wondering,
it's built up inside all of us.

but, no, when you put everything in perspective,
the way that you've managed to do,
you find that there isn't much to see;
and you start to wish you never saw it at all.

before you know it, everything starts mattering -

but it's too late to change the world.
it's too late to change who you are;

you won't break out of the little box you live in.
all you've done is made yourself realise how cramped it is;

systematically killed off all the ignorance and the apathy,
all the blissful comfort you had ...

and brought out the claustrophobia lying beneath it all;

you become really anxious; you start to panic ...
feels like your little space is getting smaller,

getting tighter,

it's so constricting,

breathing so hard, so fast,
so loud,
it's almost deafening,

breathing isn't so
easy
anymore

121_ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-ONE
we're all liars,
cold, calculating,
we're not real.
not genuine like you thought we were.
there's no embrace,
just longing
for something that matters ...
just regret
and trying endlessly to try and make up for
even when it's really impossible.

you thought we were so much more,
thought it couldn't just stop here -
but we lied.
we lie, we steal and we kill.
we feel remorse, i guess
but it never stops us.

i haven't so much as raised the knife,

you're already a whimpering piece of shit,
naked, wet and shivering,
cowering against the corner ...

you're screaming,
or trying to scream -
can't seem to find the strength;

lying in the pool of vomit
you left all over the tiles,
you're shaking like a leaf ...

i said i'd skin you alive with this knife
and you just lost control!
you don't even have the will to stop;

if you'd had the will,
we wouldn't be here,
you're a pathetic little fuck;
you're not worth anything to anyone now.

we're all liars, you know.
some lie better than others.
some take it lying down.

if you'd just kept your mouth shut,
nothing would've happened,
life would've gone on,
but you're in a deep hole now,
you're in some deep shit.

you give me a few minutes,
this whole floor,
your blood'll be all over it.

you thought you'd be the big man,
try and speak out, talk trash ...
well, what've you got to say now, tony?
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU SAY NOW?!

you're a dead man,
if you can still call yourself a man.

123_ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-THREE (ALIAS)
having trouble keeping my eyes open,
i'm too afraid of seeing you when i close them.
i can't go home,
home is where the monsters live;
home is where the ...
i'm trying to stay awake,
i'll fail eventually.
i'll shut down and ...
you'll forget you ever saw me,
you'll forget you ever forgave.
i'm losing it,
nothing's secure anymore,
i don't feel safe,
everything's so fucking fragile!
suddenly, i could die at any time,
anything, anywhere
could be the end of me,
it's scary ...
when even kisses are cold ...
you'll wish you never met me,
you'll wish you weren't so forgiving
because, now ...
nothing's safe,
you're not real,
God, no,
you're fleeting,
you could disappear at any time,
i have nothing to lean on.
the world around me is the result of poor aliasing.
all the blood looks really fake.

i've gotta keep my eyes open,
i'll never be the same again,
oh, i've lost it forever,
i'll never find what i was looking for;
never trust again -
i'll never let you trust again!
eventually, i'll die out -
God knows you'll outlive me -
and, then, you'll have nothing.

124_ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-FOUR (SHUT DOWN)
look, come on, stay focused,
tony, you've gotta do this,
everything you believe in rests on this -
you want the prize?
you want the prize, right?
what prize -
fuck, what prize,
you either fight back or you'll be shut down;
either fight back or you won't come back!
no, seriously, this isn't right -
you've gotta relax -
i think it's all gonna work out fine;
listen, it's gonna be okay.
you've been through worse than this, haven't you?
(i've seen it, it's got teeth;
don't ask me how)
you don't mean this.
you don't mean shit.
you're useless, you're fucking pathetic,
you're a fucking mess on the floor.
i can't help you anymore.
you're fucked.

125_ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-FIVE (KAREN WON'T MIND)
you thought it was over,
but it's only just beginning -
this is gonna get a whole lot worse
before it's over.

but - four more weeks, goddamn it,
you're this close,
whenever you're ready ...

seriously, four more weeks,
and we'll shut this bitch down, i swear it!
we'll throw all of this away,
try and forget it ever happened!

i guess karen won't mind.
she'll probably be really drunk, anyway,
probably too drunk to even notice
that we disappeared on her ...
The Minion

Ask me
I will tell you no lies
Trust me
Take a look in my eyes

See sincerity and longing for a world without opinion
Where I'm a man and not a minion

Know me
You won't feel regret
Seek me
You will never forget

by JJ Christopher
jjchristopher.com
The Fire

How long mends the broken heart yearning to be
Apart from the moment it needs to be free?
Entangled and distant, forever to wonder
The length of the road they have buried it under

So…
Long to be held
Long for feeling higher
The heat, all-consuming
The fire?
Desire

How low hangs the head of the wicked indeed
When the time is approaching to bail and bleed?
Enticed and excited by nothing whatever
The strength of the ties only waiting to sever

So…
Long to be held
Long for feeling higher
The heat, all-consuming
The fire?
Desire

How much would we risk to be other than lonely?
The heart and the mind and the life and the only
Entranced by the promise of feeling your best
A lifetime to fill in the space in your chest

So…
Long to be held
Long for feeling higher
The heat, all-consuming
The fire?
Desire

by JJ Christopher
jjchristopher.com
Time Goes By
(For Ronald James Caron)
(December 1969 - August 1988)

Every single step I take
I'm emptied that much more
I haven't found the door
Hallways stretch for miles and the sky is black as coal
A crater in my soul

Time goes by
We watch the sands fall slowly, when we turn away
It's done
And it's only just begun

Melodramatic shades turn dark
Turn gray and fade away
Time is slowly turning, painting pictures of the way
I lost a friend today
Magic in this sorrow as it bleeds, and bleeds for all
I can only hope to wish to climb this mountain tall

Time goes by
It's not a time for thinking, when I turn away
I run
Like it's only just begun

Every single step I take
It's breath I have no more
I haven't found the door
Hallways stretch for miles and my mind is black as coal
A crater in my soul

by JJ Christopher
jjchristopher.com

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