Poetry (dance, metal, title, talented, song)

Stu · 12-28-2006, 11:44 PM

lets have a bit of poetry here.

All’s not clear, this pain I smear, across the brow of a love so dear
And in such haste, much time I waste, in a quarrel of real distaste.
What say you? My heart is true, as true of the seed of love that grew,
Yet clouds have formed, this seed is scorned, and the time of doubt has dawned.
Tears of rage, have sealed the cage, encasing doom and the murk of an age
The night it creeps, the chill cuts deep, the soul of a seed still weeps

A hoot of an owl, deaths on the prowl, to the chorus of doom incarnates howl
I run for my life, yet such pace has this strife, and the stench of decay is rife
What of this seed? This beacon I need, amidst the thorns and dirt that I heed
Shrouded in flames, this evil it maims, in the midst of despicable games
Forces of night, have stolen my fight, and with my own sinews have bound me up tight
My wits are in shreds, in hell my mind treads, as I drown in the darkest of reds

Upon a gnarled tree, the crow sits with glee, in darkness it watches ignoring my plea
For my ,

(its a work in progress).

your turn. (And do NOT say poems are the same as song writing).

sleepy jack · 12-29-2006, 12:05 AM

Okay, this was something I wrote post-break up while listening to Sigur Ros and in a more mellow mood over being dumped. Its more prose but whatever.

All I Wanted Was Happiness For You and Me

By a window with a pen laying by me, hands laying on me, the canvas curtains fell back painting the room into a brilliant blue and yellow.

There was a little boy who use to wait with me, he would watch the sunrise with me every morning while I wrote about you, as the walls were getting a new coat every second more shining then the next and he would make me smile and keep the warmth in my heart, but your touch became so distant until the little boy told me.

"You can't keep happiness with you every morning silly boy, and like love I will come and go, the trick is too keep your head up and don't let yourself come undone, I am just like the morning sun, I will return for you sad one."

Stu · 12-29-2006, 02:10 PM

here another, not decided if i want to add to it yet.

In dark tranquillity, sits the mournful watcher.
A beacon of melancholy, mantled in deaths sheaf.
Amidst a plume of shadow, weeps this bitter slave
Alien in demeanour, of hell he is beneath.

NaNaNer · 12-29-2006, 02:42 PM

shared breath

I awoke
with a small start
just as my mind
began to slip away

I was startled
a bit
by a passing
sensation of flesh

perhaps
a slight breath
on my ear

the dark swallowed my vision
as shadows danced
in blurry corners
too far away
to explore

a peripheral vision
of pouty lips
smiling enough
to distract me
from a stormy moon

yet at each direct glance
the image is lost
as I search
for that vision
of a face

soft to my fingers
warm to my palm
eager
pressing

restlessly readjusting
brings no great comfort
as the wind
simply reminds me
that this air I breathe
in my endless night
is in fact
shared
by you

Mama Booze · 12-30-2006, 09:15 AM

We have some talented people on here

.

this is untitled, but it's being submitted to an anthology

One morning my love asked me…
And I said lost is now one thing I would never ever be.

Not so much was I for romance...
But this lady made me see.
With her, she holds my golden key.
Forever the optimist…
And now I speak in tongues...
Where with her complication is overration.

Work distracts from heartbreak for this poor dame.
Pain dares your metal and drains your oil.
Hello squeaky thing.
Goodbye human being -
One with such love to give.
I won’t waste you.

gottaSCREM · 12-31-2006, 09:10 AM

The fall from grace was easy
how did it get this far
running from my problems
was easier than talking it out
took out my anger on others when i should of took it out on myself
the midnight run was when everything fell apart
the midnight run was when my life ended
the fall from grace was quick
i felt the bombs explode in me
tried to keep my anger under control,but everyone sees the bad
the midnight run was when i ran away from all that i knew
the midnight run was when i escaped and liberated myself
the midnight run was when i sold my soul to the devil
the fall from grace was painful
entering the shadowy depth of the underworld
the fire is your home
and the darkness is your friend
the midnight run is exhausting
the midnight run was when i fell from grace and descended to hell
the midnight run could happen to anyone
and their all victims to the same faith

Not the greatest but let me know what you think.

NaNaNer · 01-02-2007, 01:03 PM

I am a much better poet then I am a song writer..not that I am good at either just that I am better at one then the other...I think there is a huge amount of talent here...much inspiration.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 01-04-2007, 03:50 PM

Kissing The Feet Of The Def Deity

When you kiss god’s feet, all you get, is dirt on your lips.
When you’re kneeling, he’s sleeping.
He can’t hear a word you say.

If all you want is love, you can surely have mine.
But faith is as blinding as scissors to the eyes.
If all you want is pity, come here, and I’ll hold you in my arms.
But faith will blind you quicker than knives in your eyes.

You’re kissing death but still holding arms up high.
Screaming “Look what I’ve done for you!”
But like a teenager with headphones, he pays no attention.

gottaSCREM · 01-09-2007, 04:54 PM

Well here I am the BEST poem writer on this forum giveing you another poem by me it's called Dying Days

This must be a nightmare
My last moments, my dying days
So much I wanted to do
So much I wanted to see
All my knowledge I wanted to share
All flushed away in a blink of an eye
How I wish to live just one more day
I'll change only if I can stay
I didn't know my life was going to end
Just by doing my daily routine
If you knew you only had one more day to live what would you do?
I wish I can see all the loveing faces of my family
If I could see them again
I would apoligize
Apoligize for leaving so suddenly wihout a goodbye
God selfishly sold my soul to the devil
But for what price?
I've seen everyone arounf me sadened and solemn
Watching and waiting for my last breath to escpe
If I could I wouldn't want them to witness my last moments
I couldn't stand to see their tears stream down their cheeks
I couldn't stand to hear their pleas
If you knew you had one more day to live
What would you do with the time?

Desired_Moments · 01-10-2007, 07:01 AM

Free Me

Free me,
Let me fly.
As my fingers slip away from yours,
And I walk far and beyond.
The breeze brushes against my skin,
And I feel the futures kiss.
Allow me to leave this devastation,
Let me sleep in peaceful bliss.
See these tears that fall from me?
They will become no more.
See the scars that burn on me?
The fire shall heal the sore.
Let me find myself,
Somewhere in this world.
Leave my rusting shell behind,
Leave my shadow cold.
Let me fly,
Let me live,
Free me,
Just let me go...

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12-28-2006, 11:44 PM
Stu Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: London, England Posts: 3,168	Poetry lets have a bit of poetry here. All’s not clear, this pain I smear, across the brow of a love so dear And in such haste, much time I waste, in a quarrel of real distaste. What say you? My heart is true, as true of the seed of love that grew, Yet clouds have formed, this seed is scorned, and the time of doubt has dawned. Tears of rage, have sealed the cage, encasing doom and the murk of an age The night it creeps, the chill cuts deep, the soul of a seed still weeps A hoot of an owl, deaths on the prowl, to the chorus of doom incarnates howl I run for my life, yet such pace has this strife, and the stench of decay is rife What of this seed? This beacon I need, amidst the thorns and dirt that I heed Shrouded in flames, this evil it maims, in the midst of despicable games Forces of night, have stolen my fight, and with my own sinews have bound me up tight My wits are in shreds, in hell my mind treads, as I drown in the darkest of reds Upon a gnarled tree, the crow sits with glee, in darkness it watches ignoring my plea For my , (its a work in progress). your turn. (And do NOT say poems are the same as song writing).

12-29-2006, 12:05 AM
sleepy jack dance music Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 17,772	Okay, this was something I wrote post-break up while listening to Sigur Ros and in a more mellow mood over being dumped. Its more prose but whatever. All I Wanted Was Happiness For You and Me By a window with a pen laying by me, hands laying on me, the canvas curtains fell back painting the room into a brilliant blue and yellow. There was a little boy who use to wait with me, he would watch the sunrise with me every morning while I wrote about you, as the walls were getting a new coat every second more shining then the next and he would make me smile and keep the warmth in my heart, but your touch became so distant until the little boy told me. "You can't keep happiness with you every morning silly boy, and like love I will come and go, the trick is too keep your head up and don't let yourself come undone, I am just like the morning sun, I will return for you sad one." __________________ I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier, He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.

12-29-2006, 02:10 PM
Stu Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: London, England Posts: 3,168	here another, not decided if i want to add to it yet. In dark tranquillity, sits the mournful watcher. A beacon of melancholy, mantled in deaths sheaf. Amidst a plume of shadow, weeps this bitter slave Alien in demeanour, of hell he is beneath.

12-29-2006, 02:42 PM
NaNaNer Truth Seeker Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: The Hallway Posts: 486	shared breath I awoke with a small start just as my mind began to slip away I was startled a bit by a passing sensation of flesh perhaps a slight breath on my ear the dark swallowed my vision as shadows danced in blurry corners too far away to explore a peripheral vision of pouty lips smiling enough to distract me from a stormy moon yet at each direct glance the image is lost as I search for that vision of a face soft to my fingers warm to my palm eager pressing restlessly readjusting brings no great comfort as the wind simply reminds me that this air I breathe in my endless night is in fact shared by you __________________ Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." “See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn 'em. 'cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years.... rrrrrrrrreal f**kin high on drugs.”

12-30-2006, 09:15 AM
Mama Booze Here's lookin at you, kid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: The White Hotel Posts: 359	We have some talented people on here . this is untitled, but it's being submitted to an anthology One morning my love asked me… And I said lost is now one thing I would never ever be. Not so much was I for romance... But this lady made me see. With her, she holds my golden key. Forever the optimist… And now I speak in tongues... Where with her complication is overration. Work distracts from heartbreak for this poor dame. Pain dares your metal and drains your oil. Hello squeaky thing. Goodbye human being - One with such love to give. I won’t waste you.

12-31-2006, 09:10 AM
gottaSCREM A Thorn For Every Heart Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: U.S.A Posts: 253	The fall from grace was easy how did it get this far running from my problems was easier than talking it out took out my anger on others when i should of took it out on myself the midnight run was when everything fell apart the midnight run was when my life ended the fall from grace was quick i felt the bombs explode in me tried to keep my anger under control,but everyone sees the bad the midnight run was when i ran away from all that i knew the midnight run was when i escaped and liberated myself the midnight run was when i sold my soul to the devil the fall from grace was painful entering the shadowy depth of the underworld the fire is your home and the darkness is your friend the midnight run is exhausting the midnight run was when i fell from grace and descended to hell the midnight run could happen to anyone and their all victims to the same faith Not the greatest but let me know what you think.

01-02-2007, 01:03 PM
NaNaNer Truth Seeker Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: The Hallway Posts: 486	I am a much better poet then I am a song writer..not that I am good at either just that I am better at one then the other...I think there is a huge amount of talent here...much inspiration. __________________ Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." “See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn 'em. 'cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years.... rrrrrrrrreal f**kin high on drugs.”

01-09-2007, 04:54 PM
gottaSCREM A Thorn For Every Heart Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: U.S.A Posts: 253	Well here I am the BEST poem writer on this forum giveing you another poem by me it's called Dying Days This must be a nightmare My last moments, my dying days So much I wanted to do So much I wanted to see All my knowledge I wanted to share All flushed away in a blink of an eye How I wish to live just one more day I'll change only if I can stay I didn't know my life was going to end Just by doing my daily routine If you knew you only had one more day to live what would you do? I wish I can see all the loveing faces of my family If I could see them again I would apoligize Apoligize for leaving so suddenly wihout a goodbye God selfishly sold my soul to the devil But for what price? I've seen everyone arounf me sadened and solemn Watching and waiting for my last breath to escpe If I could I wouldn't want them to witness my last moments I couldn't stand to see their tears stream down their cheeks I couldn't stand to hear their pleas If you knew you had one more day to live What would you do with the time?

01-10-2007, 07:01 AM
Desired_Moments *** Junkie Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Loughor, Swansea, Wales Posts: 80	Free Me Free me, Let me fly. As my fingers slip away from yours, And I walk far and beyond. The breeze brushes against my skin, And I feel the futures kiss. Allow me to leave this devastation, Let me sleep in peaceful bliss. See these tears that fall from me? They will become no more. See the scars that burn on me? The fire shall heal the sore. Let me find myself, Somewhere in this world. Leave my rusting shell behind, Leave my shadow cold. Let me fly, Let me live, Free me, Just let me go... __________________ Dude. I inject smack into my eyes.