Come one come all, hey you! Stop jerking off, that's not what I meant, this isn't the big penis thread, wrap that around your leg or something. Anyway, bring you masterpieces or you apprenticepieces or you notevenqualifiedfortoiletpaperpieces and share with the world. Err, the world of Sciforums anyway. I'll start off. Untitled(no that's not a clever title, it just doesn't have one) Edge so sharp it frees me and I think not as I settle to my knees and my blood comes forth take a sip we share and we are one coppery taste so sweet I kiss your lips and drink deeply of your soul as you drink of mine and we are one and we are alone together and alone two souls lost in identical mazes and we try to help each other but only sink deeper and I know what it's like to feel inside you and though we are joined we are alone and I don't return your phone calls we tried and failed because though we were together we've always been alone.
Damn, and I thought I was being original cause i never visit the Art & Culture forum. Oh well. PS. this was moved from the Free Thoughts forum so when I followed it in here i saw there was a thread just like it.
..tattered gauze curtains billow and sigh in the sultry sea-laced breeze .. green winds and southern songs...wisteria-laced inspirations of long ago...now..hollowed-out thoughts have left me tracing/carving love lost on the frosty windowpanes ~ i gaze out at a livid rain while you sit & speak to me in sad refrains. turning momentarily from my winter white whims .....i tell you life's a pain...yeah, right..but, it goes on... just keep on dreaming of those soft, stolen summer nights...it'll be alright.
carry me to the heavens hold me in your tender touch rest your sweet head on my shoulder run to the depths of the passive sea swim towards the blue light in the sky and rest your sweet head on me. a cave, a bear waits for you under the blanket of wishes made for you troubled sleep never interupts our love our binding strengths hold us together a cat mews softly against a cold window baring down on the Mother Earth, the Father waiting for you, under a cast of lights. some flying question goes through a blur waiting, for no one, something for itself wanting something unknown to itself, carrying a blessing for the world, something to share, something to hold a clay basset carries the mold. A bird, wanting nothing of itself, carries the word of something wanted Listening to no one, but carrying on to the end. Ever caught, ever seen, it will call the phrase of the free a sea envelopes a wicked source carried by the dark man himself, who possesses the cane of heaven. silence takes precedence, carried over to one of the best. Never thought of whats rest in some charm. err..... Copyright 2001 by me. I dunno, the other poetry thread someone said to put the copyright thing.
Russian Roulette Let's play a game of Russian roulette, you spin the revolver and I'll make you a bet. I'll bet you a million that god loves me more. Cash up front only, and please close the door. Now here are the terms of our gentlemanly wager. Ah, first turn off your cell phone, and pager. Now we can finish with no interruptions, the wager's a million I have less sins and corruptions. We'll take the pistol and place it to our heads, whoever god loves most will live and the other is dead, I'll go first to prove I'm not lying. (click) (sigh) Good, I didn't feel like dying. Now you take the pistol and give it a whirl. Easy, it's antique, just a light little twirl. Now place it to your temple and pull the trigger (click) (bang) Guess god's love for me was bigger.
ahh! my threads dying! i'll revive it with another poem. Blind Faith Step out of the shadows, walk into the sun. Flee from your darkness that said it had won. Trust not your senses, for your faith is blind. Listen not to your heart for you know it's unkind. Your friends must be wrong for you know you are right. You have your values, you're holding them tight. So you trust your god and I'll trust my eyes, but when the time comes to say your goodbyes we'll see who was right and who was misguided.
studying math all night makes my head not right studying math all the time makes for an easy rhyme uh oh..fractal overload my head explodes i'd better ace that tomorrow
A dark shadowy figure looms in the dark corners fearing the light of day. seeking only to cause pain and get it's own way. It is crafty and covert, it’s skill unsurpassed. Praying on all your fears, all the negative of your past. It seeps in like insidious black goo. It is only seeking to destroy you. Its persistence never seems to dwindle or darkness fade away. Eating you up alive is its daily pay. It lives to hurt and strike fear in your heart. It's base of operation is evil, it thinks it's so smart. It knows all and sees all, or so it likes to think. It is the blood of the lighter side that are its 5 o'clock drinks. It is the ethereal terrorist, the taker of souls. Leaving you and I empty are it's only goals. The lower you go the higher it gets. The dark side of life is the only thing it protects. All else is of no interest, only honing its skill. The skill of disharmony and undermining your free will. With some the daggers are easy to see. But with this evil beast the daggers operate subconsciously. It scopes you out claiming to be a friend, when all of a sudden it is your life you are fighting to defend. You fight to break free but the stranglehold is firmly in place. You are off balance, severely displaced. It carves up your soul like a filleted fish. Gasping for air, you whisper, "What is this?" It's hideous laugh cuts like a chill wind on a bleak winters day. It seems there is nothing to do, nothing to say. You look into its eyes and start to turn away. But no not this time, you will not win, it's my turn to play. So you spat in its face and pull out your sword of light. You are weak but determined to win this age old fight. It flinches for a moment then pretends to stand tall. You know deep down inside this time it will be the darkness that will fall. ©1991 rev. 2001
Here's one I wrote about a year or two ago. It's kinda long, and vaugely RATM-esque.... Bellwether Something tells you something's going on you can't tell what ask a question, give an answer something this silence must be cut with minds as keen as carving knives and hands that hold their very lives to unlock doors that have been shut to seize the reigns and tear them up A man is smart but men are dumb they give their lives to die in slums a woman cries while killers hum and sing outlawed songs to one another about their victims: sons and mothers or slaying lying lolling lovers inmates paddle bursting bellies and model modern Machiavelli as packs of children swarm the street and gnaw what Manson doesn’t eat Beyond the hazy grassy knoll Bellwethers look for our extol they close our eyes and feed us coal: Life in prison, no parole Christ is risen, say the polls He would’ve wanted it this way We don’t want these sheep to stray So let’s just tie them with some twine We’ll empty lives and fill their minds With beaming bombs and putrid palms And suffocating callous rind that will take the wind and make it calm apart from gales in Vietnam where tails of mankind kill the trees and jails of their kind quiet seas And as the curtain starts to fall with inflated bowing, they forestall a disenchanted audience they can’t resist, it makes so much cents to have them at their beck and call though thick and thin and all and all. They haven’t swayed quite everyone not the brain that bought a gun that’s filling up an empty head with bullets and igniting suns that take the knotted thoughts and shred to weave a notion finely spun that callous rinds have grown to dread ---------------------------------------------------------- I've got more if ya want em.
Safety First Planes fall out of the sky Cars slide into fly Trains skid off the track Whereas Transrapid will always bring me back I've always wanted to call this poem Safety Thirst any comments
Safety First Planes fall out of the sky Cars slide into fly Trains skid off the track Whereas Transrapid will always bring me back I've always wanted to call this poem Safety Thirst any comments
Safety First Planes fall out of the sky Cars slide into fly Trains skid off the track Whereas Transrapid will always bring me back I've always wanted to call this poem Safety Thirst any comments
How come you posted it three times, pcd2k? Btw, what's the object of your poem? Is it an advertisement?
Addiction When the morphine wore off All I could see Was the impenetrable silence That lived within me When the morphine wore off I fell forever Breath ripped out my lungs And I drowned in fear When the morphine wore off My face, my eyes, my hands Bled to feel The hourglass’s harsh sands When the morphine wore off I wept and I fought Until the nice men came again To give me another shot.
Hiding away, courting a darker side Was coasting before now I feel myself slide Stabbing demons in the dark with battle gear on Fear is waiting, don't know where I belong Out of control from the inside out Only a foundation of fear and doubt I have a voice but no words to speak I feel zapped, my spirit is weak I am terrified right down to the bone I walk the hallways of my darker side alone This shadow side comes from deep within Can't find the door to let the light in ©1990
The Garden I'll meet you in the garden, by the apple tree. I'll pick for you a fruit so sweet, it's taste will set you free. And I'll drink in of you're beauty, as you drink in of me. And I'll get down on my knees, and kiss your lips gently. And I will feel inside of you, if you'll hold onto me. And we'll be joined together, for all the stars to see. In the garden of Eden, by the apple tree.
Conduct Unbecoming With that smile upon your face, you say you love the human race. Yet your actions speak loud and clear, you prey on the weak with fear. Conduct unbecoming a human. What is up with all this shit? You are nothing but a hypocrite! You look at them, smiles a plenty. The knife you hide is always ready. Conduct unbecoming a human. You are shallow not hallowed. Hanging souls from the gallows. You are beastly and cruel, selling souls your golden rule. Conduct unbecoming a human. You lurk in the shadows, laying in wait. False promises of heavenly gates. I tell you this and I mean what I say, you will reap what you have sown one day. Conduct unbecoming a human. ©1999
Martians have landed Babies with two heads Elvis is still living That's what the headline said Missing link found today Bigfoot had a child Losing sleep is good for you, The headlines are so wild Tabloid fantasies Reporter run amuck Telling tall tales just to make a buck Tabloid fantasies ©1991