drahkon Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 The largest poem I've ever written. I'm not satisfied with it at all. Anyway, here it is... Natural Science Greyish rocks leave coldest eyes looking for the greatest prize while walking roads of simple stones paved with rocks and death-hushed bones. She rests on metallic silky leaves, dreams of rocky cottony jeans. The mirror seems just like a gate behind her back it starts to change. Water drops inside her mind wanting her to touch and find the calming beauty outside the town which rests upon a tired down. Now let's imagine what she sees. Fire, bricks and bumble-bees. Join her truly fantastic journey, I passed by an infected gurney. Open and close, right and left alternating feet are the way's theft. East and south and north and west, find the direction suited best. Places, routes and courses settled, time tick-tocks in speedy battles. Choose the hand's positions wisely. When it's done, it warms the icy. She did it well and what she did: opend the door and closed her lid. Right and left walked with control, she pointed fingers, compassed the whole. Time was checked, the sun's erased. Moonlight shadows reveal the pace. Hands tick, hands tock, even her own. She starts to walk to the unknown. Mankind, cars and an intrusion. Neon lights, but not the fusion of hydrogen into high-pitching helium, voices keep on itching. She felt at ease with nightly visions, dark and cold, complete incisions. Down the street into the clear, none of them seems to come near. "Did you know I cannot talk?" Looked at him, eyes like a hawk's. "Well, did you know, what do you say?" He answered - plain and simple - "Ney. The question's awkward, don't you think?" "What do you mean, get me a drink." She sipped the Jack quite rapidly. After some more she's on her knees. Outside the pub she can get up. "I cannot talk!", loud noises dub the scream she screams while violins are crying and absolving sins. "Can we help you?" asks the carbon. Response came fast: "I beg your pardon?" "We carbon twins and hydrogens as well as hydroxyl origins?" They did their work, then she was done. In and out, they start to run. Cleared her brain of darkest waves, pain and sorrow gone for days. A little light was able to wake what appeared to be a lively ape. Climbing through the treetops' heights, it carried two large golden crates. Inside these "almost treasure chests" was nothing else than what was left of a girl's soul and of her love for nature's beauty touched by gloves. She woke under organic matters heard some birds' suspocious chatter. Waterfalls reflect the spectrum. Reached the place called "Nature's Kingdom". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paj! Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Ghosts - Laura Marling Middle Cyclone - Neko Case Crucify - Tori Amos In The Flowers - Animal Collective Your Lips Are Red - St. Vincent Red Shoes - Kate Bush With Every Heartbeat - Robyn Day Too Soon - Sia Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised - Catatonia Floorplan - Tegan & Sara LIES! "I dance fasturrrr" is blatantly a rip off of "So I ran fast-ur. But he caught MEEEEEE heur." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supergrunch Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 Procrustination I sit with my life in my hands, all alone, helplessly twitching away from my mission: unfolding the memories I wish I could own. Things once had a shape; they've so easily flown. How did I come to be in this position? Just holding my life in my hands, all alone. Yet still I push on, clutching tight on my tome, my desires take form as a frame of ambition, I unfold all the memories I wish I could own. I sieve out my time into what can be known, stretching my soul as I tax my cognition, yet sit with my life in my hands, all alone. But I feel that I still have one way to atone: by ignoring the debris I'll let intuition unfold all the memories I wish I could own. Though now it's too late, and I work to the bone, seeking to please and ignoring nutrition, for I sit with my life in my hands. All alone, I fold out the memories I wish I could own. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Naomi Posted May 27, 2009 Share Posted May 27, 2009 --------Poem I wrote this weekend--------- You sold me for a $50 drink up babe, Enjoy! I know you'll sure as hell try. Then we hide like albinos so we can stare at our parents with red eyes. At least that's what I wanted to do but now you wont reply. Texts from Nohely today : None 80% chance of yearning 0% chance of inspiration (cause I smoked it all away) So we'll make a drum circle to try and give some love. Desperate feat if you ask me, but you didn't... So go ahead and die. Then I can wait for reincarnation, maybe you'll come back as something useful like someone with a mind, or maybe a life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jayseven Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Said the glacier to the mountain; "I don't want to meet the sea." Said the canyon to the glacier; "Well at least you made me." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coolness Bears Posted July 18, 2009 Share Posted July 18, 2009 (edited) I have 5 short Poems for you today. I just wrote them! Dancing with the bear Unmasked by everyone's elegance no one knew this lonely bear clawing away at lost thoughts slippery paws, wriggling fish, why must every attempt end in failure? now the bear is meandearing, magic is not needed here. Laughter is fickle but so is the thought of breakfast Hollow shells lay, the remains just left from the night before. a broken jaw, a twisted foot, laughter shouldn't be this painful. ____ Wisdom beyond his years The strange king of old town was naught but a god in mans eyes. They be fools. They be fools. Decieved by impurity, Man's only gesture is that of cowardess, unwilling to take the blame. _____ It will never reach the river Merry little swan, Merry little swan, you don't know what lies ahead. Is it me or the breeze that is caught in your orange beak? Merry little Swan, Merry little Swan, I shall tell you what lies ahead. Is it me or the sun that is trapped in your ruffled feathers? Merry little Swan, Merry little Swan, now you know what lies ahead. is it me or the water that is trapped in your webbed feet? ______ Winning? ha! ban them in their prime. Masters of their craft, no one should watch them. Displaying round edges is never a mean feat. never question, always answer. The drop of a bell, on the foot of the ringer isn't going to happen. Look in other places for the imperfect. Here on the track no one will reply... Edited July 18, 2009 by Coolness Bears Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coolness Bears Posted September 24, 2009 Share Posted September 24, 2009 The rituals of a diseased mind Darkness consumes my soul… too many frogs swirling in the abscess of my mind, Cannot breathe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supergrunch Posted December 16, 2009 Share Posted December 16, 2009 (edited) Walk It starts with a crunch. My feet collide with gravel and my journey has begun step by step I tumble into a once forgotten world. The ice pours in and with an endless effort it tries to seep below my skin but I'm prepared for that. I check my armour pulling it close around my skull it keeps them out and so I can go on. And by now I'm far away the mists surround me and the cars go on their noisy way screaming past me with an anger that I know is not for me. Outside draws in and I grow cold continuing forwards I still check the load upon my back. It would not do for me to lose the message to my blacksmith. Though tiredness rides upon my face my progress doesn't falter a pendulum along the road driven by somehow unclear traces of contentment. But now my telos nears and I am glad for I can last no more the sensation in my fingertips seems somehow anticipatory but for what? Edited December 16, 2009 by Supergrunch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lostprophetpunk Posted February 15, 2010 Share Posted February 15, 2010 Here are a couple I created a few years back. I haven't really done any since then but have been meaning to. Past Memories Walking down an empty street With the wind blowing with you You sit down on the bench As leaves fall down to you You look back down the street She is standing by a lonely tree She smiles as she sees you As you wanted her for some company She walks towards where you are As you stand up and face her She pulls a rose from her pocket But the memories are just a blur. Harsh Nights As you sit there on the grass when the rain comes down on you you don't mind the coldness as the wetness fills your shoes you look towards the night sky your hands are turning blue you pull a blade from your coat and you want to start off new you want your own freedom but nobody wants to see your view you hold the blade to your wrist and thought 'If only they knew'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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