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
It's an old piece, but here we go.
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 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
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.
and hazel eyes
for all lovers
union an old
all the notebook
with a push
of power buttons
will fall asleep
had ever learned
and at the end
of the day
I’ll call out
and I’ll forever
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
all in marble words
and the rain is cast
here we go
the reality shapes
of souls to mate
merry go ‘round
ponies and soldier boys
stares at fight
who loves the windowpane?
and I forgot my name