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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Sharing a bit of angst :-P

Wheel’s Turning

Could the dark become the light for those who wait?
In short, fucked over?
Tried, and yet, still failing?
Tired and not resting?
Dig this, man, it never ends
And silence is a friend of mine
I never have to cross that line

I speak to no one
Damn all your advice
Your fucking face
Your fucking lies!
I’m the one who dies each time!
I let it get away
I never ever play

The wheel’s turning...
... fire’s burning

Would the light become the dark for those with faith?
In short, still looking?
Tried, and finding nothing?
Tired, cut and bleeding?
Dig this, man, it never ends
And silence is a curse of mine
I never fucking cross that line

I speak to no one
Damn all your advice
Your fucking face
You fucking lied!
I’m the one who died that time!
I let you get away
Next time it won’t be play

The wheel’s turning...
... fire’s burning

by JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
Facebook = JJ Christopher
@Harriet: The latest piece was very nice. I think it may have to be one of my favorites from you. :) great job.
@Mike: Wow that one was long, I haven't the time to read the whole thing right now but well done.
@JJ: I definately enjoyed Wheel's Turning it's nice to see a little angst every now and then :)

I had a little fun when writing this one :)

The Yarn

Journal entry
crickets click
sorrow sleeps
in pillow fights
older than cockroach
silver the sliver moon
above the bed
but not in my bedroom

Power lights
without bulb
the revolution tales
Stand in corner
kitchen cabinets

love fire
start the match
birdy sings
rabbit ears
function display
one, two, three
sleep repeat

tuning turn tables
street lights have shame
red button
makes volume clocks

a, b, c
x, y, z
the poet says me

Model phones
mold sink next
Look in my eyes
Find clues to the yarn
Close your eyes
over mute
-Ghost...that was a good one..here's one I just wrote..I'm not sure about it's kind of whiny I guess but oh well


In Loving Obscurity

Here...again

yet....unafraid

This time
as I am accustomed
somehow even
comforted
from the pain inside
I know I'm alive

Diversions to attain
memories to be forgotten
swept away
who is even concerned

Furious revenge
attempts
I can no longer care
becoming once again
dead inside
This, Michelle, is an amazing piece of work. Bravo!

JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
Facebook: JJ Christopher

Michelle said:
-Ghost...that was a good one..here's one I just wrote..I'm not sure about it's kind of whiny I guess but oh well


In Loving Obscurity

Here...again

yet....unafraid

This time
as I am accustomed
somehow even
comforted
from the pain inside
I know I'm alive

Diversions to attain
memories to be forgotten
swept away
who is even concerned

Furious revenge
attempts
I can no longer care
becoming once again
dead inside
Thank you! Here's another one I wrote last night

Unusual

Prefer to agree
as we are spent of time
Ivory Towers
in which we do not live

Renewed strength in darkness
unusual
even more than before

now you see
as I see
dream even
as I dream
becoming one

Here and there
but do not
dare stare
as you look
lost they
would say

Amuse me
cast your spell
moments may pass
of an ancient balance
and surface
like the moon
Thanks Ghost Child :)
Your new pieces are really good Michelle, I especially liked Unusual. I don't think your work is whinny at all.

Postcards

Sleepy eye
Suspended in dark
Mine rust of YouTube videos

Spacemen noticeable
Unnoticeable to the airmen
The graveled sidewalk left undone
Orange cones attentive
Fret of 'thank you' underground
In the house of the underground man

Grumbles indecisive
Doorbells loud and dull
It's now to go
Pry sleepy clam!
Let me crawl into moon caves
Silhouette cast upon the underground house
And somebodies

Families, families, families
Take letters, return my strings
Postcards I will send hastily
From LA
good job Harriett!

Harriett said:
Thanks Ghost Child :)
Your new pieces are really good Michelle, I especially liked Unusual. I don't think your work is whinny at all.

Postcards

Sleepy eye
Suspended in dark
Mine rust of YouTube videos

Spacemen noticeable
Unnoticeable to the airmen
The graveled sidewalk left undone
Orange cones attentive
Fret of 'thank you' underground
In the house of the underground man

Grumbles indecisive
Doorbells loud and dull
It's now to go
Pry sleepy clam!
Let me crawl into moon caves
Silhouette cast upon the underground house
And somebodies

Families, families, families
Take letters, return my strings
Postcards I will send hastily
From LA
@Michelle: your most recent ones were well written. I didn't find In Living Obscurity whiny at all it was really nice. Unusual was also another splendid piece great job on both.
@Harriet: Postcards was very nice. I particualarly enjoyed that one. The prose was beautiful and I liked the way it flowed together, almost like a song.

To me this one seems a little I dunno, angsty or something, I thought I'd share anyway :)

Redwood

I am nothing
a foul eminent
self-proclaimed artist
isn't that what you said?
or was I too
desperate to bathe
myself in mere
depression
taking false hands
and putting them
over my ears

Perhaps
I felt it necessary
to pull the strings
and write these things
or maybe
it's all just a game
and I'm the lying
Coast Redwood
so spoiled and
so old
Perched on the higher
ground
above the rest
creaking in the
morning wind

I never felt
a desire to push
the extremes of
forest paint

or even the motivation
to sell myself
on the high road
remember those days
you said you were
the better person

You my old Redwood friend
are the eminent artist
radiating in your
own light.
Leave the Rest to Bleed

It's just another night
Together with my friend
Not that he would take a lot, he leads me to the end
It's just another ride
To follow, not to lead
Take what is acceptable and leave the rest to bleed

Where are all the promises I made unto myself?
Left my memories sitting all alone upon a shelf
I left the pages of my mind
I left the cat out in the rain
Left my family waiting for a boy becoming sane

It's all I wished away
Never to return
Standing in December freezing, let the inside burn
It's just what I would want
All that I would heed
Take what is denied to me and leave the rest to bleed

Where are all my feelings, am I angry just for fun?
Why is it I feel I am still the only one?
I left the dark to see the light
I found an empty garden dead
Dying like the fantasies of life within my head

It's just another night
Careful where you stand
Take what I am leaving you, but take not from my hand
It's just another drink
Why should I concede?
Follow what is leading you and leave the rest to bleed

by JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
Facebook: JJ Christopher
Thanks Michelle!
The Yarn and Redwood were pretty awesome Ghost-Child550 :)
I like that new poem a lot JJ Christopher, it made me dig up some old memories

Surrogate

Now it's okay
To eat double lines and Poptarts
Stay and pack
In the afternoon

Now it's okay
To wrestle swines
Sit crowned amongst the flies
Tilt as if there were no dried gumballs

It's not yesterday
When it was okay to roll
The eyes of surrogates
Unloved

It wasn't alright
To mirror blue
Yawn hunger
Reincarnate last night
Very nice piece JJ, I wouldn't say it's one of my favorites that you've written but very nice.
Harriet I really liked that one especially the last stanza. Great work :)

This one will probably not make any sense but here it is.

Page on Paper

orange apple against tulip dancers singing in the rain. Sandpaper airplanes power luggage tomorrow cutesy door no longer feels alone. I am shower the watcher stand-in punk rock moments from nothing to the room we will not follow. Shallow thoughts deeds dreaming doey-eyed candy canes without the fucking mint. Lemon sauce facepalm factory forseeing the fire from fronwing flowers. Dip vanilla momentary loss, digression degrades inside the laughingstock.

Tulip tours the triangle towers, towering the triple tears together tomorrow tight. Taffy telling tough thoughts trying tulip tours.

Sucide drama hax and the telling of our tales, courtroom antics falling from grace I am eye to eye with moonshine stories held deep within dragon teeth. Fear the fearful forever, I cannot see the house paint. Pointed nose, knows nothing now goes to sleep in TV channels no wait fraction delight and sunday doesn't mean ice cream.

Dime nickels quarters cents, foreign picture place perfection performs parade. I irk the iron irisis intelecutal instigation inside insightful inspiration. What is this? Fairwell goodnight daisy questions quotations are needed. Fuck this shit, paradise exists for the blind. Lost inside dreamscapes and armchairs nightmare computer draws sticks with no hands.
Die the Hero

Has there ever been a grandeur dream?
A more secure remain?
An act of pure unselfishness
Of sacrifice, no gain
With but a moment to prepare
To lose everything that’s there

And die the hero
Convince the world you’re not a zero
That you feel like the rest
All you’ve ever wanted was to see them at your best
And die the hero

Has there ever been a stronger fear?
A more restrained hello?
The act is pure self-sacrifice
Unselfishness, you know
Without a moment to beware
To lose all and you don’t care

You die the hero
Convince the world you beat the fear, oh, yes
A love not yet denied
All you’ve ever wanted was for them to know you’ve tried
And die the hero

by JJ Christopher
www.jjchristopher.com
Facebook: JJ Christopher

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