Old, new, borrowed, blue all the poems you have no matter how embaressing pop them in here! I'm gonna shift through my old notebooks and post some embarresing teen ramlings asap :)
__________________ This is the circus, everybody's trying not to go home. Stop looking at me like that.
Gimme a second and I'll find some poems I wrote as a kid...
Ok, I wrote this when I was 12:
Drawn to the Waves
Waves crash onto the beach, reaching up the rocks Trying to break free, scrambling towards the hills, rolling up the sand. Ever closer, each high tide. But it can never burst through the boundaries. The moon commands Air and water never cross. Souls that the tide has trapped below the skin, just beneath the surface They ride the waves, clawing at the foam and froth, thinking they can escape The Blue Void
But my soul is drawn to the waves I crave to slip under the surface and escape to a place with no boundaries No walls Let the currents take me, coil around me like silver rope I would not be trapped I would be free No need for air Just the exciting danger Of the wild ocean.
***CRINGE***
Edit: Even more cringe-worthy - my pen name was Lavender Moonshine XD
-- Edited by electrosexual on Friday 26th of June 2009 04:09:14 PM
Here's one I posted ages ago on my Stardoll account (which I haven't touched for zonks, maybe like two years ago)
Have you had that feeling?
Unseen eyes are watching you?
The gaze of non-existence
This just cannot be true!
Theres a shadow and whisper
And a hiss of unseen breath
Theres a pattering of footsteps
And the filthy scent of death.
You see someone at the window
Then feel someone tug your hair
But every time you turn around
There is nobody there
Can you see the people?
Creeping slowly in the dark?
The sound of humans long dead
Leaving nothing, not a mark!
Theres a howling in the cellar
And theres crying by the door
Theres a creepy face in mirrors
And ghostly things galore.
Using a Ouija board to talk
You ask them all to leave
But they steal all your life away
You now no longer breathe
__________________ "I'm a time lord and I can like travel all around space and through time and shit" he replied kindly.
(Member of The Facebook Sexist Group Eliminating Squad)
Such happy poems :) Another one from my Year 7 period:
Snow is...
The icing on a wedding cake
A white blanket enveloping the land
Frozen water floating from the sky (no shit)
Sugar from the sugar shaker
A crushed pearl scattered
A white ribbon tied around a mountain top
A flowing wedding dress
A beautiful white rose
Icy coldness.
I wasn't very inspired by the task our teacher had set us obviously...
^ Ha ha, I know that feeling. Here's a cheerier one, which I sent off to Talkin' About Your Generation once. It was published!!! YAY!
Burning sun beating down on the sand
Shielding eyes squinting tight with my hand
Sapphire blue ocean waves ride round
Screeching seagulls a constant sound
A seals head bobbing above the waves
Tourists exploring the endless caves
The taste of the salt on the breeze
Wild wind rustling in the trees
Cornwalls craggy cliffs crowding the beach
Sunsets orange as a round ripe peach
A labyrinth of secrets there
The song of the sea in the air.
__________________ "I'm a time lord and I can like travel all around space and through time and shit" he replied kindly.
(Member of The Facebook Sexist Group Eliminating Squad)
I shifted through loads of shite and this is the best which is sayign something.
Deep regret, rotting hate.
A stupid mind in a twisted state,
Jealousy's a bad feeling
should let go my mind is reeling.
My heads hot from thinking
can't you feeling my body sinking.
whats the point in this?
It's been a while since I longed for your kiss.
My hearts light is a useless flame
Why aren't my feelings for you the same.
Hurdling forward my lifes on hold
for all these things I should have been told.
I miss you, but I don't
I care but I won't
I see your face in this stupid protrait
and wrap myself up in hate.
every think that when you were younger...i dunno you were slightly dramatic:P
__________________ This is the circus, everybody's trying not to go home. Stop looking at me like that.
I was reading my journal this morning, and I found this. I'd totally forgotten that I even wrote it. Not my best work, but I'm known to not have confidence in my own works. So like it or not, here goes...
Life-Giver
A scared little boy,
He hides in his room
While horrors unfold before him.
He only asked for a toy.
He didn't know it would be his doom.
All his illusions of love shattered.
Deprived of love,
He put the most critical eye on himself.
"When I'm perfect, I'll be loved."
He didn't know it could be his death.
After many years,
He finally learns to love himself.
Not wanting his story to happen again,
He takes to teaching others.
"You're like I used to be."
He speaks with soft and soothing grace.
"I can't take this anymore."
She speaks with an edge like ice.
In her he sees his old self.
In him she sees what she wants to be.
He is Dance-Man, protector of the frozen tundra.
She is Kirsi, a blooming flower.
Years later, she says to him,
"Eli, you saved my life."
In response, he simply says,
"You're like I once was."
This was written about my dance coach, after learning about some of the problems he used to have. The name Kirsi means "amaranth blossoms".
His eyes, they peer into my soul
Where lay my heart, a barren hole
Remains, Im numb deep down within
As here we lie, pressed skin to skin
His lips murmur a silent prayer
His fingers twine within my hair
No tears to fall, my eyes are dry
No feelings left to make me cry
His eyes, they pry inside my core
My skin is burning, red and raw
I languish in my private hell
My body is an empty shell
He forced me down into his bed
His poisoned words sweet in my head
In innocence, I could not see
That I was used, he blinded me
His eyes, they chill me to the bone
My broken wills bent to his own
Unbidden, I feel my skin crawl
As now, at last, sorrowed tears fall.
It sounds rather emo.
__________________ "I'm a time lord and I can like travel all around space and through time and shit" he replied kindly.
(Member of The Facebook Sexist Group Eliminating Squad)
I wrote this just over two years ago, at the time I thought it was genius but now it seems clunky and contrived as hell. Fuck regulated rhyme schemes. It was about the last time I slept with Scalene, although I had no idea at the time of writing it would be the last time and he was to vanish shortly after. Moan moan, whinge whinge. It was called:
Reflections at the Balcony Window
Come away from the window, friend,
To face this lurid yellow light.
I hot-tea brown, you biscuit white -
The two of us like celluloid.
No matter, as the unchecked end
Will be a bright black; then the void
Behind our eyes fills up with shame.
You wish you only saw outside
The streetlamps from which you must hide,
But your guilt and hopeless remorse
Peoples the street with hurt and lame
(Shot through the limbs by you, of course).
You do not close the curtains, friend,
Although the square dark window gapes
Upon our mutual lingering rapes.
The urban blockscape opposite
Has no opinion, and won't tend
To unvoiced pleas. The composite
Anguishes, solitude and lust
Conspire against your restraint -
We each take up the other's taint,
Turning away from the square dark,
And in your hopeless eyes I trust
To see the self-hatred embark.
Why don't I suffer, as you do?
I stare out into mauve and grey,
The glum harbingers of the day.
Perhaps I am a soulless creep,
But all and only that I rue
Is 'goodbye' forming as you sleep.
Interestingly, I'm typing this up from the first draft and 'friend' was the word I settled on after scribbling out 'love' and 'dear'. Huh. There is also an aborted verse which began, 'But oddly, friend, it does not sting / To be mauled under a light bulb...' That could have been much better. This poem is better confined to the past.
__________________ I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy
bear with me i wrote this 3 years ago...and i have ALOT of stuff on quizilla :) so im not copying!! Memories, of a time that I used to be, So conceited and so lonely, Always crying about, poor little old me, Now that Im here, I do finally see, That my thoughts were so empty, I guess looking back on the life I lived, Death didnt kill me, it was life that did, False happiness so vivid, But so was the pain, My heart felt so rigid, I used to listen to the rain, But the rain was all the same, It told me to remain, The person who I was, To not become someone I was not, And I didnt forget, no, I never forgot, Its just that at the time, My heart was looking, so eagerly it sought, For someone to share its weight, Or so I thought; I made mistakes, But over them I got, I had battles to fight, and I fought, With all my heart, I fought to maintain, The promise, To always remain the same, And now I dont know if thats true, I cant judge me, only you, But this is my reminiscence, These are my memories, Now come, and in an instance; Judge me.
ok i know it kinda sucks but i`ve gotten alot better :)
(P.s I kinda turned 15 only like a month ago!!)
-- Edited by Little_Miss_Sunshine on Saturday 15th of August 2009 10:51:53 PM
Now for a rather long one. I call it "Gothic Lolita Garbage by a Immature Sexual Brat of Estates"
Have heard of Lolita?
It's taking the world
In a flash
The dress are frilly
The aprons are pretty
The hair is devine
The make-up is perfect
You might think your one of them
But, your really not
You're just a sheep is a pretty dress
and At best, a sheep in a knock-off.
You slutty and ugly
Your rude and insulting
You don't give a damn for morals
A girl like you never
Could join the ranks
of the beautifuL
GOTHIc LOLITAS!!!!!!
These gothic lolitas
respect all their morals
and keep to a tight code of class
You always break it
and usually destroy it
With your acts of sinfulness
and lust
You think you look pretty
When really you make me
Want to vomit when I look at you.
To be honest, you disgust me
The things that you wear
I'm sure there illegal
Atleast in the South of France.
Or in Canada
These ruffles are shreding
Your skirt, it's deflating
Your shoes are degrading
Your such a disgrace.
Now that we're past the skin
And we know you've no morals
I can evaulate you failing persona
Well, for a start it is vulgar
Perhaps that is a beginning
Now, It must be said
You life is just about giving head
Just give sex a break
Like romance take over
But, yet your personas ideals of a date
are watching X-fACTOR with a take away.
Oh silly you.
You immature child, you're clueless about life
Your life is boring and dull, this I can tell
The Gothic Lolitas are pure.
Romance is the game and sex is for after marriage.
A date is simply a fruit nothing else.
A romantic evening is a dinner over candle light
walking on the beach then watching the sunset.
Now your family is a complete mess.
You have a quintet of children and
all of which are concieved to different men
Get your act together
and learn to act a her
no longer an it
You can be mature I'm sure.
Perhaps I'm just hopeful
I'm probably wrong about you.
Your roots are made, that I can't change.
But, hope is to rearrange.
I suppose in the end Gothic Lolita will end
Then your sheep head shall fall off
You shall then just move and I'd have been wasted
So, who gives a fuck about you?
I just wrote this during the now non-exsistent hour. Please tell me what you think.
I have another long one now. Put to the beat it was written to, it would last about 9 minutes.
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
I will speak
I will
I will smile
I will speak the simple truth
I don't usually smile this much
But, you are so special to me
The smile you have, it's so
filled with life, unlike mine
But, you still make me come alive
It's just so joyous
for me......
I know that
I can trust you
For ever
Can you?
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
I will speak
I will
I will smile
I don't want to be happy all the time
Well, fuck that is a lie - I do
They say that I'm not normal
I admit it's very true
You say "It will be alright"
As if it's something you lived through
They think I'm over-reacting
Well I'm not, it's just you.....
I know that
I can't trust you
For never
Can you?
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
The smile
across my face, It seems so out of place
But I hope that it doesn't fade away
I will speak
I will
I will smile
Up high, down low
I've got my whole life to go
I won't be there in time
So you just go on alone
If I pretend that your here
Is it your voice that I hear?
It's so quiet, so quiet
But, are you saying a word.
Does it hurt? Hell it does
Then why do you say it does not
Your fake thruths
That made me whoever I am
I more pain you cause
You more I fight back
I think you've realized
I have got to run
Get away
Now I'm gone
Do you miss me?
Can I trust you?
Fuck, no I can;t
The smile
across my face, it seems so normal now
I know that it won't fade away
The smile
across my face, it seems so normal now
Ever when I so so sad
I know that it won't fade away
I've been through all of the bad
And that was with you.
And now that you're gone
I'm left with only the good
I'ts obviosu now who was the cause
It was just you
I never had to change thing
And I didn't
Now look at me.
I'm me
I can't trust you
But, I can trust me
The smile
across my face, it seems so normal now
I know that it won't fade away
The smile
across my face, it seems so normal now
Ever when I so so sad
I know that it won't fade away
I have spoke
I have
I am still smiling
Now that the end is coming near
Oh well, I've gotten rid of you.
To say I've done this for the people
I admit it's complete shit
You told me it's all in my head
And I thought that it was true.
You think this torment is a game
Well it's not, except to you
You had changed.
Very slowly
From friend
To my enemy.
And now that
you are gone, I am happy with myself
Goodbye you shit headed fool.
There is probably so much wrong with this one, but I've literally just finished it.
One of my many English teachers have banned my class from writing poetry as part of our portfolio of work. He said it's hard to find something that isn't full of angst with us voicing how terrible the world is.
Me, being as stubborn as I am went to prove him wrong and tried to dig out some of the things I wrote about a year ago, and even more recent lines and ideas I've had on post its.
After some intense trawling and cringing I have came to two conclusions:
1) He was right
and
2) I should be smacked with a poetry book because I surely murderd the art of it.
__________________ "It's hard to hear the story of a love affair between two straight men, one of whom is the most divine woman alive"
I am looking to drown
Total immersion
Is a salvation
And when this is over
I want you to take me
Back to the start
Back to the start
Wash off my old skin
Leave me baby soft
Shining shining like Midas has touched me
This is taking so long.
__________________
I'm an expresso-some people think I'm bitter, but I'm just intense
It isn't worth the telling because you didn't ask,
Assumed it there or didn't care...
So this unsent letter is more for me than it is for,
Or ever might mean to you.
Your heart hardened by time,
Selectively amnesiac forgets to even wonder.
Choking on karma,
Tonight I heard in your familiar voice my own stale tears,
My very own forgotten pain,
A whole year in hard won recovery.
She, your choice instead of me,
Has found some other interest,
Some chance to play,
And broken you with her decision.
You called to share your injury with a soul you knew,
Was true enough to still care,
In spite of all these stories,
All these battles we have fought,
Have suffered through.
You knew outside of logic,
That I would listen,
Knew that I still loved you and loved,
The memory of what we almost (oh, we were so close),
Built together, what we almost had.
You didn't stop to wonder was it wrong (it was),
But I could not force a solitary ounce (though justified),
Of righteous indignation could feel nothing,
But sorrow for your pain.
It was the first time that we had spoken since,
When I have not fought to stifle anger,
Fought to silence,
Bitterness,
Struggled against,
Remembering hurt and furious tears.
The first time in a long while,
But it didn't come from pity,
Or a sense of wrongs made right.
It was the first time we have spoken since I moved on with my life.
The only time I've heard your voice since I have been with betrayed.
Everything somehow is changed.
You spoke about leaving,
And I thought about the hands that I never would know,
If you had been true enough,
Been wise enough to stay.
I suffered your pain with you,
But knew I would never have to feel my own again,
Would never have to find that they had been anything but true.
It was the first time we have spoken when I didn't wish that I was with you.
Who sees in me all of the things you miss when we we're together?
Who sees beauty, passion, challenge,
And is not bored by the fact I'll be true?
Who touches me like I am fragile treasure,
But marvels at my strength?
And I have found that in this love there is room to grow,
Forgiveness enough for me and enough to give to you.
__________________
"Everyone is a friend, until they prove otherwise."
"You can be insane and still be a good person." - EA
Such happy poems :) Another one from my Year 7 period:
Snow is... The icing on a wedding cake A white blanket enveloping the land Frozen water floating from the sky (no shit) Sugar from the sugar shaker A crushed pearl scattered A white ribbon tied around a mountain top A flowing wedding dress A beautiful white rose Icy coldness.
I wasn't very inspired by the task our teacher had set us obviously...
Ooo I like that poem so simple yet beautiful! I love writing poetry :) here's one of my latest ones;
Lover's Eternal Bridge Together, we watch our meaningless tears fall And through the empty tombs that were our hearts we crawl. The end is near, the end is near I have loved you like no other, my death inducing dear. Free my hand then free my heart, At the Lovers Eternal Bridge, is where we part. On and on, like the cold merciless wind we must go, The distance between us must do nothing but grow.
I've been posting some on a video on Youtube called Creepy Music Box. Here's one:
A ghostly ballerina
Dancing in a moonlit wood
Limbs stiff with riggor mortis
And her hands awash with blood
Eyes devoid of the passion
That had once caressed her soul
Her spirit is nought but a shade
And her heart an empty hole
Oh, little ballerina,
What a pretty life youve led
But now you dance in graveyards
Lost amongst the creeping dead.
__________________ "I'm a time lord and I can like travel all around space and through time and shit" he replied kindly.
(Member of The Facebook Sexist Group Eliminating Squad)
I've been posting some on a video on Youtube called Creepy Music Box. Here's one:
A ghostly ballerina Dancing in a moonlit wood Limbs stiff with riggor mortis And her hands awash with blood Eyes devoid of the passion That had once caressed her soul Her spirit is nought but a shade And her heart an empty hole Oh, little ballerina, What a pretty life youve led But now you dance in graveyards Lost amongst the creeping dead.
That poem's haunting, but in a very good way! I like the imagery in it
I wasn't sure whether to make a separate topic or not for this, but I decided not to as it's poetry related how do I go about getting my poetry published? I'm at a bit of a dead end, you see. Thanks!
wrote this awhile ago, was thinking about spring. ^_^
I gaze at the blue sky,
Watching cotton candy clouds drift,
As the sweet wind blows quietly.
Bluebells cover the field,
Creating a pond of lovely purple,
Different shades of green surround the pond.
The brilliant grass pokes me,
As I lay down and shut my eyes,
And listen to the sounds of spring.
Birds chirp beautifully,
Singing their love songs.
In the distance,
A creek babbles,
Flowing smoothly over pebbles and stones.
Squirrels chase playfully,
Jumping from tree to tree,
Causing fresh leaves to rustle.
Gleaming sunlight warms me,
While the wind tickles my skin.
Clean, crisp scents fill my nose,
The sweetest I've ever smelled.
I gave up writing poetry nearly three years ago, after I wrote my second poem. I can do prose, but poetry just ain't my thing. I wish I could write poems though. One of my friends is really good at them.
Anyway, the first serious poem I ever wrote was - oh, the cliché - based on a Crush. I don't get Crushes anymore. I would post it, but three of the lines actually make me cringe so much I might never be able to look any of you in the avatar again. (I'll do it one day, I promise...) Instead, I shall leave you with the haiku I wrote last night (yay for insomnia!) and just remembered:
At first, nothing, then Something rears its ugly head. Tell us what you see.
I wrote this a few months ago when I was hopelessly infatuated with the most amazing girl. Unfortunately she was 100% straight. *sigh*
And Coltrane is a codename for her. I've done a whole series of poetry in this format, and each of the people I speak about have codenames that relate to either their names or their personalities or appearances. For instance, I have a friend with beautiful doe eyes, so hers is 'Bambi'.
Here it goes:
dear coltrane;
there is a flutter in my cage, and a seeping
of something golden that may be honey-or
perhaps even syrup-right down through the
twists and turns of my stomach cavity
whenever I think about you. your too blue
eyes and sweetly crooked teeth.
[taste that awkward laugh in my mouth]
the curtains are sewn together
the light of day will never be seen
silence is so loud when you never speak
everywhere is cold except the books snug in their pages
when a calendar hangs with no birthdays,events or activities
and the wall bare of any memories
the silence fills the space around everything that isn't an object
I am just here waiting for the next part to begin
but i don't know what it is
how can a brain be so loud
it screams like a slaughter in a soundproof room
my voice is gone and replaced by the overwhelming silence of being lost
__________________
if it looks like i'm laughing i'm really just asking to leave
I like to write free verse :) I still try and structure them though XD here are a few that some of my friends quite liked :)
Footprints on my heart
Winters snow lies in my heart, Rendering me numb. Summer was when love was alive But then along autumn came And the much needed love died And with the leaves from the trees I fell. Crushed and alone I was And the world passed me by. Snow, loneliness, drifted down And embraced my broken heart. Be the one to make footprints On my yearning heart and Be the wanted warmth of spring That finally melts the snow and ice That has rendered me numb for too long.
Summer Love
Love is an ever-lasting summer And in it, I shall forever bask Because I will never want no other. Until death, I pray, you and I will last.
Darkness's Embrace
One last embrace of the dark And warmth is all that I want Before I drown in the blood Of the wounds deep in my heart. Love hides in the dark of night And I sadly wonder if It even exists or If it is just fantasy Of something I deeply crave. Shadows dance a sombre dance, Wanting to be memories But they remain unclear Because I cant remember Something that has not happened. And it will never happen. But I can still seek solace, When the Sun hides from the world Behind the blackened canvas, In the sweet arms of darkness. Let the fantasy live on Before I am engulfed by The cyanide blood of Unhealed wounds in my heart.
I plucked up the courage to post the cringe-worthy poem from three years ago, the one based on a Crush. It's pretty lame.
'Lixxi and the Hiwatt' (NB: "Lixxi" was an old nickname of mine, back when I used to play bass on, yup, you guessed it, a Hiwatt amplifier.) Now here's a funny story, About a Hiwatt and a girl, And if you mention it to her, Her lip begins to curl. She shuffles her feet, looks away, Sighs and begins: "Y'know, The funny thing about that story Is it happened long ago."
The girl's not that pretty, In fact she's rather plain, But she never seems to understand Why she's called 'pretty' again and again. Trashy, late night posing, Mirrors, vanity and fame Until her eyes start closing, Life's always the same.
But some nights while she's dreaming, She floats far away, And there the magic happens, Non-existent in the day. In her silent, dreaming land She can actually be happy, 'Cause her parents make it a misery, Worthless, sad, shit and crappy.
One night she dreamt of a boy, A boy she barely knew, He changed her take on the world, And she thought she might pull through. But that boy had a girlfriend, As did the girl herself, She accidentally said his name And damaged the relationship's health.
Her girlfriend broke up with her, They never spoke again. But every night the poor girl cried, Drowning in her pain. Even still, the boy stood clear, A monument in her troubled mind. She never ceased to think of him, No matter what the time.
The only other things she had That were like a shining star The only things she loved Were her Hiwatt and guitar. Note after note, riff after riff, Oh how she played! She pour her heart and soul in, Every single day.
Eventually the pain stopped, Finally she could breathe, Her troubles had subsided, At last she was at ease. How music had helped her! Stroked her with its hand. "The pain won't last much longer, You can get through with your band."
She was thankful to the music, The Hiwatt and guitar, But what became of the boy? Had her dream been too far? We will never truly know If he wants to be her friend, Maybe he wants something more? Or the relationship to end?
"And that is my story," she said, Looking at the floor. "Lixxi and the guitar!" someone shouted, As the crowd began to applaud. She held up her hand for silence: "I like that name a lot, But I don't think it sounds as good As 'Lixxi and the Hiwatt'."
*megafreakingcringe* I was twelve, I knew no better!
I also have a more recent poem, but for the sake of keeping this post a reasonable length I shall save it for later.
Poems only ever seem to come when I'm very very angsty, this was after my dog died:
Emotional Dislocation
Lost and beaten down, broken and incomplete Cant feel, Im all kinds of numb Turn up the rock music to drown out The insane repetition of the dialogue in my head Scary thing being Im good at dealing So here I am again Psychologically knowing the process That with time itll heal back together like skin Tell the world Im fine because I dont want to bring it up again Throw myself back into the things That this hurdle has wedged itself in Cant look in the mirror and like what I see today All I see today is tired, an upside down grin Always the natural optimist, today the feral cynic On the rampage which doesnt suit And isnt me they say But I dont know who I am temporarily This change and aftermath forced upon me Must go to work, carry on like normal My world is abnormal for the present The firsts will go on for weeks When all I can be is the one day at a time person Until the stronger one appears with her game face Determination and trademark cheesy grin Stick and stones will break my bones and; Im tough enough to play what cards life deals me.
so simple yet beautiful!