It's such a shame that you came when you did.
Strolled into my life with all your love and
Just who are you trying to kid?
I know that I can't be fixed.
It's such a shame that you spoke when you did.
Such honied words that shook my foundations
How can you reduce me to this?
I had not known what I'd lost.
It's such a shame that you left when you did.
Early morning sunrise before I woke and
Good-bye never left from my lips
Now I wish I'd woke just then.
It's such a shame that you passed when you did.
So many things I'd known that I should have said and
I'd give my whole life just for this:
Just to see you one more time.
they always say i'm lacking context
see my head within my head
locked in closets, trunks, and lockets
see? it's better to be dead.
listen, listen! alabaster
crumbles over singsong laughter -
need to rhyme in double time
no breath enough to talk enough
to explain
the explanation
takes the magic from the message.
reduces it
to simple,
single,
thoughts!
alas, for it is not
I am lost and yet i'm still
losing my mind to contradiction -
would rather have some stern conviction
or drown in purple-prosed visions
and every time i am touched
i feel like a ghost of myself
insistent voices hushed
and then we become someone else
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
We ran. You’ve driven here before I said
emphatically and kissed the door, alive
and fluttering like days. The snowstorms drive
the clouds to meet their shadows here you said
but wished the opposite and I you led
away in hand and hand. We couldn’t thrive
on weeds and winter, mourning, let arrive
the sky and me and all awoke but dead—
—as if the bed was paper breathing storms
I sleep and strive to seek and find and find
its ink my blood and sweat and spit to stay
the haunting edge of morning. Sunlight forms
and zealously the dawn began to grind
your smile me and everyone away
Drinking koolaid half past one
Midnight passed
Thy kingdom come
Way to fast
And the glass is done
A shadow cast
It's so much fun
Who will last?
Time to run!
I tried to work on imagery
Scribbling words on,
Lush forests found in fantasy
And vanilla skies
With cotton candy clouds
But I gave up on that ****,
Aren’t I allowed?
To write about concrete and steel
For the rest of my days
And not give two ****s
About sunsets and waves
Or butterflies
That flutter by,
The night skies
So what If I’d rather write
About a poor kid on a curb,
Rather than grand meadows and fields
Found in rich suburbs
(This is a spoken word type thingy. Gotta deliver the first lines softly, then speed up 6 lines in, faster, faster, then power voice into a yell, then come back down. Speed back up again, all that jazz. Hopefully it reads decently.)
Perception Twist
We have these views
Twisted views
Outrageous views of one another
Spoon fed to us
Like mommy did.
We open wide for the airplane,
Tear apart our brain
Its a two way landing strip
Thoughts locked like convicts
Only to be released later,
Vicious thoughts breeding and pouring back out
Glazing our partners under hate
Saying things no body would appreciate
The tongues a mighty weapon you see..
You can almost watch the fire drip from your lips as you being to spew this venom on your now deemed opponent already drowning in their sorrow thinking of how bad youre gonna be tomorrow never really feeling safe under this roof, but there's no chance to escape,~~ from death do us part was never fully a promise if you failed to begin the other vows you spoke that day, now was it?
Think back to where it all began.
Built personally by his hands she was made beautiful for you.
Crafted solely with the intent of being your very definition of truth.
And if the truth will set you free then why are you hiding behind bars,
Sitting crumpled in the corner?
dark shadows and stained concrete.
Freedom is something typically imagined different.
But you took word from someone else,
You took word from something fleshly.
Listening to his lies, falling for the silly disguise.
You say it's your fault you're angry
"It's natural, forgive me"
But it's not.
What's natural is the love you were born from,
The father who breathed you into existence
Not the devil who wants you to resist it
We fall into his traps more often than not..
However, hear me now
Take solace in the fact the battles already been fought
One man died for you
He took the bullet and dropped
But three days later he returned
Proved all who believed not
And he announced to the world at that moment
That his actions were all for us
That one day, we'd be under his care
An army fighting for his cause
We need to let go of things, and get ahold of others
Love the Lord our father first and foremost
Then the correct steps will follow
Cherish who is ours, like he does us
Ever working through the problems
With no anger or fuss..
artificial grooves
stuck being bombastic
so shrill and sensual
iconoclastic
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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I count your breaths while you sleep
So comfortably in my arms while
My mind is plagued with the thought
Of losing you.
I remember when I was just fourteen
And I woke up crying from a dream
I had of my mother dying, and I couldn't
Help but wander over to her in the middle
Of the night to count her breaths
To know that she was still alive
And that my dream was just a dream.
Am I afraid to dream that dream again?
Because my plagued mind can't help
But wonder if you'd count my breaths
In the end.
[note: this is a really old piece. I edited it a bit. it's kind of a poem.]
goldfish
me and i swim in sea once. there many fishes in sea, and fishes, and turtles, and whales. humans too but eaten by sharks. mostly. not ones not here long, or humans on wood.
me, i was a goldfish.
we swim through ocean. large and dangerous.
many fish eat goldfish. afraid of color.
whale lazy, happy, full. does not eat. protected, no bowls, large waters.
whale is no worries. too large for many fish. too large for kept by others.
me and i explore.
whales not like me. they not know me. they not know i. we different, me and i.
me feels sad all time. me like end. i, i watch, i like, i cherish, i treasure, i frantic with steal shiny things.
i have seen many things.
we have seen many things.
once i was in fish bowl, fed humans. had lots of pebbles to eat. nobody eats pebbles.
we tried pull sunken ship to surface, to recognize, but it heavy.
goldfish not heavy. they want free.
pulling not something me does well. we try.
yet, i private thought on fish, pull to shore.
no fish eat eggs.
so many goldfish, can’t count all!
their life so sad. goldfish sad,
so sad ...
yet the whales happy, they give eggs tradition.
many must be made, few survive.
many few goldfish,
left in waves.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
of air twixt buildings of dead wood and stone
neath the howling planes above angry cars
through the morbid singing of chained children
below it all a giant is groaning
waiting to shed his shell of roads and filth
held by an uneasy meditation
of unknowing unwilling half-humans
I sing upon you a song of death
I do so a-Capella
Treble booms from my throat,
begins to erode the very flesh from your bones
So die fast
Die now
Don't make me use the rest of my tones
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Words flow on the paper
Ideas cloud the mind
Thinking freely
****
Restart
The last time I was near you
Your ashes were stored
Safely away from view
Behind the pulpit
The preacher spoke of eternal life
As you smiled out at us
From your old high school portrait
Displayed among lilies on the altar
I am lost looking for you now
Alone with no directions
I do not even know
Where you believe you are.
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
The moon and a street light
Or between the pavement
And the gleaming of the night
And I can't help but marvel
At the uniform cycle of
Surrender; it comes and goes
And never skips a sunrise
And I can't help but marvel
At how we are all like glass-
How we are all unique-
Like the trenches that Run
Their crooked razor path
along a broken window
How we are all just split, jagged
Edges, spiraling away forever
How we are all the same
In forgetting that fear haunts
Everyone- no matter the name
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
It's such a shame that you came when you did.
Strolled into my life with all your love and
Just who are you trying to kid?
I know that I can't be fixed.
It's such a shame that you spoke when you did.
Such honied words that shook my foundations
How can you reduce me to this?
I had not known what I'd lost.
It's such a shame that you left when you did.
Early morning sunrise before I woke and
Good-bye never left from my lips
Now I wish I'd woke just then.
It's such a shame that you passed when you did.
So many things I'd known that I should have said and
I'd give my whole life just for this:
Just to see you one more time.
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
they always say i'm lacking context
see my head within my head
locked in closets, trunks, and lockets
see? it's better to be dead.
listen, listen! alabaster
crumbles over singsong laughter -
need to rhyme in double time
no breath enough to talk enough
to explain
the explanation
takes the magic from the message.
reduces it
to simple,
single,
thoughts!
alas, for it is not
I am lost and yet i'm still
losing my mind to contradiction -
would rather have some stern conviction
or drown in purple-prosed visions
and every time i am touched
i feel like a ghost of myself
insistent voices hushed
and then we become someone else
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
while adults cater to my ears
about amazing childhood years
in happy and cheerful cries
****ing lies
pass me the joint
DREAM SONNET I
We ran. You’ve driven here before I said
emphatically and kissed the door, alive
and fluttering like days. The snowstorms drive
the clouds to meet their shadows here you said
but wished the opposite and I you led
away in hand and hand. We couldn’t thrive
on weeds and winter, mourning, let arrive
the sky and me and all awoke but dead—
—as if the bed was paper breathing storms
I sleep and strive to seek and find and find
its ink my blood and sweat and spit to stay
the haunting edge of morning. Sunlight forms
and zealously the dawn began to grind
your smile me and everyone away
Drinking koolaid half past one
Midnight passed
Thy kingdom come
Way to fast
And the glass is done
A shadow cast
It's so much fun
Who will last?
Time to run!
I needed time,
You needed a reason
And I guess it,
Just wasn't our season
To fall in love,
The powers from above
Wouldn’t let it happen
To us.
My Mafia Stats - My Helpdesk
G Omnath, Locus of Mana U Arcum Dagsson BUG The Mimeoplasm GW Gaddock Teeg X Karn, Silver Golem
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
I tried to work on imagery
Scribbling words on,
Lush forests found in fantasy
And vanilla skies
With cotton candy clouds
But I gave up on that ****,
Aren’t I allowed?
To write about concrete and steel
For the rest of my days
And not give two ****s
About sunsets and waves
Or butterflies
That flutter by,
The night skies
So what If I’d rather write
About a poor kid on a curb,
Rather than grand meadows and fields
Found in rich suburbs
My Mafia Stats - My Helpdesk
G Omnath, Locus of Mana U Arcum Dagsson BUG The Mimeoplasm GW Gaddock Teeg X Karn, Silver Golem
Perception Twist
We have these views
Twisted views
Outrageous views of one another
Spoon fed to us
Like mommy did.
We open wide for the airplane,
Tear apart our brain
Its a two way landing strip
Thoughts locked like convicts
Only to be released later,
Vicious thoughts breeding and pouring back out
Glazing our partners under hate
Saying things no body would appreciate
The tongues a mighty weapon you see..
You can almost watch the fire drip from your lips as you being to spew this venom on your now deemed opponent already drowning in their sorrow thinking of how bad youre gonna be tomorrow never really feeling safe under this roof, but there's no chance to escape,~~ from death do us part was never fully a promise if you failed to begin the other vows you spoke that day, now was it?
Think back to where it all began.
Built personally by his hands she was made beautiful for you.
Crafted solely with the intent of being your very definition of truth.
And if the truth will set you free then why are you hiding behind bars,
Sitting crumpled in the corner?
dark shadows and stained concrete.
Freedom is something typically imagined different.
But you took word from someone else,
You took word from something fleshly.
Listening to his lies, falling for the silly disguise.
You say it's your fault you're angry
"It's natural, forgive me"
But it's not.
What's natural is the love you were born from,
The father who breathed you into existence
Not the devil who wants you to resist it
We fall into his traps more often than not..
However, hear me now
Take solace in the fact the battles already been fought
One man died for you
He took the bullet and dropped
But three days later he returned
Proved all who believed not
And he announced to the world at that moment
That his actions were all for us
That one day, we'd be under his care
An army fighting for his cause
We need to let go of things, and get ahold of others
Love the Lord our father first and foremost
Then the correct steps will follow
Cherish who is ours, like he does us
Ever working through the problems
With no anger or fuss..
--
Just love.
Used mugs
and old tea bags
surround me.
I drink slow,
leaving the bag in,
The end is bitter and cold.
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
artificial grooves
stuck being bombastic
so shrill and sensual
iconoclastic
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
But frail, failing hands
Pen-trails shaking,
every word lame and bland
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the people i meet
hope i can keep
them from making that leap
for i would weep
and blood would seep
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
Monday was an average day,
Tuesday I had work.
Wednesday was the best of my life,
Thursday was the worst.
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G Omnath, Locus of Mana U Arcum Dagsson BUG The Mimeoplasm GW Gaddock Teeg X Karn, Silver Golem
I count your breaths while you sleep
So comfortably in my arms while
My mind is plagued with the thought
Of losing you.
I remember when I was just fourteen
And I woke up crying from a dream
I had of my mother dying, and I couldn't
Help but wander over to her in the middle
Of the night to count her breaths
To know that she was still alive
And that my dream was just a dream.
Am I afraid to dream that dream again?
Because my plagued mind can't help
But wonder if you'd count my breaths
In the end.
goldfish
me and i swim in sea once. there many fishes in sea, and fishes, and turtles, and whales. humans too but eaten by sharks. mostly. not ones not here long, or humans on wood.
me, i was a goldfish.
we swim through ocean. large and dangerous.
many fish eat goldfish. afraid of color.
whale lazy, happy, full. does not eat. protected, no bowls, large waters.
whale is no worries. too large for many fish. too large for kept by others.
me and i explore.
whales not like me. they not know me. they not know i. we different, me and i.
me feels sad all time. me like end. i, i watch, i like, i cherish, i treasure, i frantic with steal shiny things.
i have seen many things.
we have seen many things.
once i was in fish bowl, fed humans. had lots of pebbles to eat. nobody eats pebbles.
we tried pull sunken ship to surface, to recognize, but it heavy.
goldfish not heavy. they want free.
pulling not something me does well. we try.
yet, i private thought on fish, pull to shore.
no fish eat eggs.
so many goldfish, can’t count all!
their life so sad. goldfish sad,
so sad ...
yet the whales happy, they give eggs tradition.
many must be made, few survive.
many few goldfish,
left in waves.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Sitting here
scared of
what might happen
today if...
of air twixt buildings of dead wood and stone
neath the howling planes above angry cars
through the morbid singing of chained children
below it all a giant is groaning
waiting to shed his shell of roads and filth
held by an uneasy meditation
of unknowing unwilling half-humans
Armed with invincible breath
and sewn from unbreakable skin
I march in the face of my death
towards a certain unshakable end
Thus always to tyrants my sword
my shield to stretcher my soul
dare not pray my fate to the Lord
for salvation was never the goal
The aim was to bleed, sweat, and toil
until my spirit shines as the Sun
that Liberty may grow from the soil
and Freedom is what I become
by Amory McKeever (IMC80)
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
I sing upon you a song of death
I do so a-Capella
Treble booms from my throat,
begins to erode the very flesh from your bones
So die fast
Die now
Don't make me use the rest of my tones