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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Defend to the End
(The Right to Walk Away)

Overwhelming, this emotion
Those of others come to prey
The peace I have today
Pray to God the madness will pass by you
Will defend
Your distance to the end

Give to me my sadness as I walk the streets at night
Give to me a reason I give up my only light
Stand beside me graciously for here begins the fire
The flames are growing higher

Over cautious, self-destructive
Bite the bullet and we prey
On who we throw away
Hand to God the memory of a darkness
We defend
And follow to the end

Give to me my token indignation to defend
Give to me the pain I would inflict upon a friend
Stand beside me horrified if I would let you in
To learn the real sin

Overbearing, my desire
To discover and to prey
On those who’ve found the way
Find in God a reason to deny them
And defend
This darkness to the end


JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
Dreams of They, The Many
(No Longer Having Any)

In searching for what lies ahead
Forced on by what’s behind, the given strength to find
Fearlessly we trod the trail
And in the end, beginning
Born again, and sinning

In striving for some worth to life
The passion never fails, inventing newborn tales
Giving for the best of times
And prices, paid disaster
Where hearts are beating faster

In banking on some honesty
The secrets hidden flourished, on silence they are nourished
Fed by insecurity
So fat, so near to bursting
Yet ever are they thirsting

In working, growth infuriates
The lazy, lost, the lonely, believing one and only
Bury them like bones today
Like nothing more could matter
And friends give up and scatter

In waiting for a destiny
The signs have clearly faded, decisions cut, berated
Bought on self-destruction
Are the dreams of they, the many
No longer having any


JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
@JJ: Both of those pieces were extremely well done especially 'Defend to the End' I'd have to say 'Dreams of They, the Many' seemed a little rushed, it's still a fine piece none the less, keep up the good work. Well done :)

Sharpened Words

saw the sickness
in your subjective nothingness
you wak in your
self-relieved power and greed
the mourning of father's old
you seel out family
and cut your mothers at throat
provoke your bombs
and bring gun
I'll throw it on your grave

sharpen your words
and save your eyes
so you can have it all
file your sons
and daughters
and feed them to the wolves

you thought you were
high power
far worth the price
of the lovers
so you cast them aside
spit in their face
and become a lord of pride
and inside your make
of hollow death
your pity will be
free of the clean
so the morning can rise
and karma will call your name.
When you rise
You will fall
and cut the anvil clean
Thru the tide
and in the blackest words
I'll find you
tearing at the pages of
youth
and you'll see
the victims of freedom and right
turn to the errors of
truth

Swallow pride
and vow the silence
Bring your slander
to those in need
and find pity
in suffering

Now bear me the torch
you hold so well
and sell me the false hope
of someone under
your spell

I gave it my all
to tear it away
and put myself
to sleep

No compromise
in this never ending
charade

Bring me the gasoline
to set this fiction ablaze
So I can be free
to break thru the lies
you've outgrown.
I've been absent from this place a long time it seems. All good pieces from everyone here. The poem I last posted is just part one of a serial I recently completed. The whole thing (and a lot of other things) can be found at http://hubrisoverpathos.blogspot.com/

Scott Free said:
I stand alone, fearless as the tide rises
An unspoken challenge hangs in the air
Me vs. the future vs. me
This verse is complete

My feet grow cold, infertile soil redolent
Sucked dead and clean like the past
Be first to see worse than me
A hearse and clean sheets

Pale rider cometh, I'm ready for you now
I need your horse and your boots
Try, but you can't strip the dead of me
I have a long ride ahead of me
good poems from everyone keep it up...I just wrote this one let me know what you think


Beginnings


Pure resiliency

As uncertain in

The company we keep

Idle visits

Who no longer care

Deliberate

Defiant
I decided to edit it a bit

Glass Roses


Pure resiliency

As uncertain in

The company we keep

Idle visits

Who no longer care

Deliberate

Defiant

Riddles to Fathom

Purple dreamscapes

The key that unlocks

The world within

Michelle said:
good poems from everyone keep it up...I just wrote this one let me know what you think


Beginnings


Pure resiliency

As uncertain in

The company we keep

Idle visits

Who no longer care

Deliberate

Defiant
Michelle, I love your new poem, it's really good. The editing made it magical.

Ghost Child, I very much like your new pieces too.

Same to you Minuteforce and JJ :)

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Contemplate

It is early eight o'clock
My young neighbor turned in
the dirty lamp remains
on the top stair, I am unforgotten

Out of the black
a magic minute manifests
sailed through the night
under the somber shade
where I hide

These old hands unrecognizable
paper inscribed
I wait for another blessing
sure enough, outside the door
a clattering of fine china and Thai song

Calling
I return with ignorance in party ribbons
Black Panther prowls
luminous eyes shut
My heart frigid
I wonder these tools

A star bugs
One I didn't notice before
I leave the stair
despite my reluctance
very very good I love the black panther prowls...that was great...but that's just because I have a huge black cat..hehhe..a very good poem none the less.

Harriett said:
Michelle, I love your new poem, it's really good. The editing made it magical.

Ghost Child, I very much like your new pieces too.

Same to you Minuteforce and JJ :)

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Contemplate

It is early eight o'clock
My young neighbor turned in
the dirty lamp remains
on the top stair, I am unforgotten

Out of the black
a magic minute manifests
sailed through the night
under the somber shade
where I hide

These old hands unrecognizable
paper inscribed
I wait for another blessing
sure enough, outside the door
a clattering of fine china and Thai song

Calling
I return with ignorance in party ribbons
Black Panther prowls
luminous eyes shut
My heart frigid
I wonder these tools

A star bugs
One I didn't notice before
I leave the stair
despite my reluctance
Wow I missed a few poems since last I was here.

Michelle: Your pieces are as always wonderful I especially liked Glass Roses.

Harriet: Contemplate was wonderful the word play was excellent.

Scott: I'm gonna check out more of your blogspot. Thanks for sharing the link.
here's a poem i wrote:

"Confused and Alone"

Haunted by memories that are slowly killing me
Listening to my Schizoaffective voices talking to me
So alone I am
I am already condemned
Fuck it all I'm already dead
Listening to the suicidal voices in my head.

(Fin.)
Here's a poem:

"Silence No More"

I am no longer haunted by my thoughts so morbid and suicidal
I am not afraid of my voices anymore - I'm mental
So what if I am a Bisexual Goth?
So what if I am able to embrace death?
I am not afraid of the dark side of my human soul
I am not afraid to fight the world so cold
Bring on the haters, bring on my fears
I will no longer cry suicidal tears
FUCK IT - BREAK ME IF YOU CAN!
THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER COMPREHEND!
I AM ALIVE!
SILENCE NO MORE AS I FINALLY BREAK WITH HONESTY AND SURVIVE!!!!

This is my silence no more.

(Fin.)

tell me what u think.

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