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Baby Mook

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RE: POEMS THREAD!




Bliss and Abyss




At night I lay swollen, aching in my heart reaching for the divine.

In the morning I arise with some subtle fertility of hope that the dawn brings in sleepy hollow.

I will break through this cage of entrapment by circumstance or design.

I will piece by piece put my key together as I bleed from a clipped wing.

The fever will break soon but still deep within I feel a dull ache, even in bliss.

I love people, I love the world and I know I have faith in the human race.

Anymore I just can't keep up with the pace. I'm losing my face and I don't know what I want anymore.

I have entered through the gates to the great no-where, where nothing really matters but my soul's wealth.

heaven and hell, republicans and democrats, left or right we are stuck in a perpetual night.

Will the dawn of cooperation ever reach it's light rather than the competitive fight.

Will the morning come and bring us to our knees that we can now hear all of each other's souls.

To finally find that these holes were us not acting as one. That I am he and she is me and life can be so sweet.

Sweet as all families and friends working as one to enjoy the divine world's work as fun.

I guess I'm another dreamer, a beam gone dull from harsh weather on the soul.

I just wish this family whole.


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Reminisce

Sipping red wine from soda-stained glasses
We sit in ancient chairs, remembering
The taste of grass blades, Rollos, paper balls
Stained fingernails from making daisy chains
High fives, skipping ropes, and frayed dungarees
Bleached white-blue from our eleventh summer
Crayons, thick as fingers, drawing stickmen
The way we would braid one anothers hair
And cry if we fought, or tumbled, or lost
Whispering naughty words behind your hands
The birds and the bees, with our crimson cheeks
A stolen kiss, a Scooby string, tangled
High, low, Gigolo, as we clapped our hands
Together, trapped in time, a sweet moment
As we sit and reminisce with crinkled eyes
Of assembly halls, secrets, faded fads

I was in a nostalgic mood at the time :P


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I haven't wrote in a while, so I wrote this one today in my free period at school....I don't think it's my best though cry

The Forest

On a bleak and silent endless night,

Deep among the ever mournful trees,

My heart, drained of hope, fills with dreadful fright.

Lost and alone I am, calling out deaf pleas.

 

O! A reply I suddenly hear,

Peering into the lonely darkness

Where only nightmares and demons do leer.

But an echo it is; no more, no less.

 

Tears are suddenly falling fast,

For when one is alone in the dark,

One is haunted by memories of the past,

Which upon the soul forever leave their mark.

 

Plagued by ghosts on a bleak and silent night,

I try in vain to forget the loneliness

That fills my heart with dreadful fright.

All signs are echoes of hope; no more, no less.



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High Mookish Shaman

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This boredom
This hunger
This constand gnawing fear
Are dull aches
Not too arduous to endure
But unpleasant nontheless
How is it that the able and priveleged
Still find such petty things to worry
Such insignificant fears
That would not deter a poorer person

How is it that one can still live
When feeling such twisting fear
How can you go on
When you overhear arguments
Words said in wrath
Cannot be returned
Words that cut to the bone
Cannot be retrieved, no matter the apology
No matter the magnitutde of the promises
As empty as the heart of the speaker

Life lived in comfortable bliss
Is obtainable, but miles away yet
Not the comfort that speaks of money
But the comfort of working happily
Going back to your home
And enjoying the peace and fullness of your life
Though the cupboards are bare
There is not enough money to go around
But more than enough love
There is acceptance
There is gratitude
There is the giving of effort
And the receiving of kindness and understanding
There is the bright light of the future
And the sunny memories of the past

Not this life, not now, not yet
It has been, it will be
But not now
The present is dark and worrisome
The present is overthinking every aspect of one's deeds
Until they are strained and forced
Yet not good enough
For those who cannot be satisfied
For those who seek faults where none lie
And create when they cannot find a reason to be angry
How can this be?
How can humans live in this state?
Like schoolchildren awaiting their punishment
We sit and quiver
We sit and wait for better things
Because we cannot do without

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Le Poetry dump of doom. I wrote some pretty depressing stuff. This a pair of sister poems about depression from the past few years when my counselor asked me to write down my feelings about it. She was pretty awesome.


Regression


Why won't you die?
I thought I got rid of you
but you found me.
Again.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you making me feel
that I can only rely on Death?
Why do you come while I'm lonely
and vulnerable to you?
Why do you embrace me like a lover?
Why do you leave traces of poison
where you've caressed my mind?
Why can't I be free of you?
Why do your icy hands grip my heart and stomach
while grasping me from behind?
Why do you come in the dark of the night
and crawl into bed next to me while wrapping your freezing arms around me
leaving frost on my warm skin?
Are you desperate?
Desperate for someone to cling to?
For someone to embrace you back?
For someone to allow you to sink into them
while they sink into you?
Desperate for control?
To isolate them for your own pleasures
and ripping them away from their lives?
Am I the one you chose
as you metaphorical lover?
Why?
Why me?
Why do you crave crimson rivers and diamond showers?
To my metaphorical suitor,
I attempt to bid thee farewell.
But you will return
like always.
Hoping for me to allow you to touch me with your dark hand.
I tell you now
I won't go willingly.
Why do you roll your eyes at me?
Why are you bringing forth memories of the past
when we were indeed devoted lovers?
I don't want to go back.
Why are you calling to me?
I said no.
Why are you laughing?
Why are my defenses failing?
And why
Why
Why
Why am I back in your arms again?
In the clutches of my sweet
Depression.

Darkside
And so
Even though Ive kept you undercover
Youve managed to do it
My lover
Youve managed to convince me.
Ive returned to thee
While you await on bended knee
The haunting melody
of the melancholy symphony
rings in my ears as the ice
Sweeps in softly with a whisper
Takes hold of my hand and heart
And the darkness completes its part
While the mist seeps in and once again
I lay in your four poster bed as your ice cold forehead
Touches mine and we combine
And I sink into you as you embrace me
And your frozen touch caresses my mind
And Oh it feels divine to be giving in
To this after time of denying your existence
Even though its so wrong and feels so horrid
It feels right
And I take my place in the night
And choose to face you every day
Even though it will be a battle worth fighting
Because in the end
You have no complete control over me
Once more your eyes roll
I will show you
One day I will defeat you
For it is the submissive that holds the power
But for now in this dark hour
I will permit your icy lips to explore my skin
And the sweet smell of antiquity and madness
Fill my senses
Oh my Sweet Depression


And some lighter stuff. Here's one written about my friend's ex when a freshman made a cheeky comment to him.

Strawberry

You sir are a strawberry.
bright and red
with green hair
as you sit there and splutter at the freshman who
dared cross you
and now tension fills the air
and he's scared
while we all laugh it off
the day is through and he's gone
but you really are such a Prima Donna.



-- Edited by ChynaRoze on Monday 29th of March 2010 03:21:30 AM

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In Earths Embrace

In a place where lunar light does not shine,

In the embrace of Earths suppressing vines,

There I sleep, in a cool, hushed haven,

Caressed by the night, dark as a raven.

 

The sky cries upon the stone on my grave

And the raven, whose comfort to me it gave,

Flutters its majestic wings and flies away,

Leaving me alone, to forever lay.

 

Life, the world, the seasons, slowly change,

But I, in my lonely tomb, remain the same.

 

 



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Okay, well your all so much better than me but I'll torture you with my failed attempt. I call this one Two Rings for Three Girls, and it's all true, it all happened. It's also very repetitive...

Friendship is fleeting
Life is constantly depleting
Some are best friends
And then it all ends
We move on to new best friends

She gave Amy a ring
Such a small, precious thing
To show Amy was her best friend
That it would never end
But then she met me, a new best friend

Amy gave me that ring
Such a dear, sacred thing
I'm the new best friend
I hope it will never end
But we may find a new best friend

I stole a girls support
And tore down her fort
Anyone can see
This ring is not meant for me
It belongs to thee

I never meant for this
Though I wanted more than a kiss
I wanted a dance
Full of commitment and romance
But she never gave me a chance

So now I must apologize
Before I meet my demise
If I was not wrong
This is all life's sick song
For all I can say is "World, so long."

Okay okay, I know it's horrible! Well that will teach you for reading it all. :P I wrote that not long ago and I was planning to kill myself, thankfully I'm actually thinking I might hang onto life now. I have no plans on saying "World, so long" for quite a while!

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I'll try and redeem myself with a haiku.. It's still no good, but I think everything I do is horrible so... I'm not a good judge of it. :D I wrote this to show my friends what it's like wearing a corset. Unusual topic for a haiku I know, but it worked at the time.

I wear a corset
I can breath I can have fun
But never curl up.

Don't kill me for the horribleness off it *Cringes* It's pretty bad...

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Written for an english class a few years ago.

American angst



Mr. DJ sir

pump the volume.

Turn it up until my ears are about to bleed

I need to scream

and no one ever hears me anyways.

Allow the music to take me away

before I begin to fade.

After all, I am just a shadow

of what I used to be

What the world is now

is my nightmare

and molded me

to become what I am.

Please save me.



-- Edited by ChynaRoze on Friday 2nd of April 2010 02:20:32 AM

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Oh, I just love your poem! :3 Snow does make one drool for vanilla frosting doesn't it??



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ok :3 i guess i could give this a try!

honesty is a punishable reflex

silk kalanchoes

whorl and tumble on your

retinas. but there is a broken signal

somewhere between the optic nerve

and the empty tubules of fat and

spaghetti in your eggshell skull

and you sputter and you choke.

your eyes roll and

you chew on your fingers

you cough some more

i see yolk

on your sleeve and

your eggshell has cracked.

 



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BUMP!

Queen of Spades

Sure as the winter wind blows
And the streetlights reflect off the snow
I cant help but laugh as you feel at home
In your little snow globe

I am the Queen of Spades
No more good for you than the passing of days
Hidden away quietly in your hand
While the game of hearts is in play

The Queen of Diamonds ran off with the Jack of Clubs
While the Queen of Hearts gives no love
As Alice seeks her Rabbit in Wonderland
A Mad Hatters kiss is bestowed upon my hand

I am the Queen of Spades
I am the twist in the game
Get rid of me quick and pass me off
Before the pain can start to fade

Find the diamond in the rough
The sting of victory burns like glory of defeat
As games are won or lost when me they meet
But power is never free

I am the Queen of Spades
As an advantage or a blow
Behind the scenes
I truely run this freak show

Hearts hold hurt for the highest bidder
While Clubs start the fight
The Diamonds you hope for
While in the Spades, is the killer lies

I am the Queen of Spades
Wanted by none and feared by all
This is not the path I chose
But rather, the decision is up to you.

-- Edited by ChynaRoze on Sunday 27th of June 2010 03:03:10 AM

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It is for elemental affinity I ache
that fleshy earth's mingle,
salt in the blood and brine.
To tempestuous passions these soothe
upon drawn eyelids,
the red of sun through skin.
For the days dawn seeks
the subtleties of bird song.


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We had to write four line poems that reflect who we are and what we believe in English a while back and I got a bit carried away. This is my bit more than four lines rough explanation of who I am and what I believe.

I am the mistress of my soul,
Free to choose my path and role.
I am me regardless of where I find myself,
I refuse to be objectified or placed on a shelf.
I bow my head to none at all,
Face with courage what shall befall.
For in this world I serve myself alone,
I refuse to be a mindless drone.
In a higher power I believe,
Though my own fate I weave.
I need not any one other than me,
For my goal I can then see:
A change for the better in this world,
My complete potential unfurled.
All living beings are on a path,
All equal, none above, none beneath.
Each person will judge,
This is no reason to budge.
Each unto their own is a right,
For which I will always fight.
Live each day as though it were my last,
Plan for the future despite my past.
I think deeply and speak little,
Avoid any words that may belittle.
Others I will serve and honour,
Especially if they have a sense of humour.
And when all my deeds be widely known,
I pray I will not be left all alone.
This I believe is all I need
My integrity is my creed.

Any and all constructive comments are appreciated. :D


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This is faily recent but still epic cringgeeeee

Nice guys dont always finish last,
I want you to understand,
Even though youre feeling alone,
Every girl wants a guy like you,

They might want to rebel,
Go for the heartbreaker at the start,
But they all will soon realize,
That all they have ever wanted,
Is a guy like you.

All we want is to be safe and loved,
Its hard to understand why we like the underhand
And dishonest members of your sex,
But they will all soon realize,
All they ever wanted,
Is a guy like you.

The thing is and I never want to have to repeat
That even if were with
the dark and brooding one
What we are dreaming of
Is a guy like you.

A guy like you.

Nice guys dont always finish last.

If only you could see what you mean to me.


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^I love that. Mind if I spread it round?
Destined to die
Why bother to try
Be happy or sad
Be good or bad
Life's just prep
For the final step.

One of my many thoughts found in my school books. So cheery.

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You would make a wonderful cheerleader.

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Not one of my best poems but here it goes smile

Hope

Slowly, the clock ticks towards midnight

And my heart, beating fast, fills with fright.

I am surrounded by shadows that have no shape

Yet promise my soul a blessed escape.

They tempt me, wanting...pining for my soul

And with dead promises, they quietly cajole.

I flee, refusing to live a lie

And outside, the benighted sky begins to cry.

Suddenly, I am no longer alone

And in my aching heart, hope is sown.



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My two good ones:


Sheltered

Sitting, swimming,
Moving in one place,
Like some ever present,
Ever floating
Speck of space.
It is my duty,
It is my right.
The privilege of a woman.
The privilege of my woman.
The color of waves and sky on days
You crawl away and hide,
Hoping to die.
On those I thrive,
I writhe,
In the sun you can't see,
Flailing happily,
These days are mine alone.

Professional

Soft sea air and hot breath,
Caught by the salt and the cool breeze.
Freckles sprawled across the sky
Are just blotches in the waters of my eye.
Burning slowly inside my professional coat.
I hate being a professional.
I want to wear sneakers and cuss.
Grit, dirt, faux leather on the city bus.
You know me in a way,
After letting my hair down,
Youd see the braids and the sand,
And the change in me would be evident.
Youd know me,
But Id have no silk skirt to roll up to my waist,
Destroying any hope of innocence between my thighs.
Id have no high-heeled shoes to kick off, flinging them across the room,
Curling my hose-wrapped toes, beckoning life.
My feet dont need comfort,
Because Im comfortable here, touching everything but skin,
Just to watch you breathe in and out with the tide.
I hate the sticky sweetness of San Francisco,
But I just adore you!

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Who I want.

Someone who knows my pleasure and pain
When I need one and the other
Who after my inner demon is slain
Will lie with me, just lie together.

Someone who can control my hate
Even when it makes me cry
Pain to release they translate
Make life seem worth a try.

Someone who asks how I fare
When they already know the reply
But still ask because they care
And want to see from my eye.

Someone who is harsh and kind
Who knows when to restrain or free
Who can stimulate my mind
Someone who helps me be just me.

Someone who prevents disaster
Who'd never leave me in distress
Someone I can call Master.
Or someone I can call Mistress.


It's not that good but it took an hour to be able to write.

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poetry moments:


relase your in feeling and emotions here if you wish. relate to others in the process.
so lets get started.......


Only child....
a happy life until,
fear it shattered the walls of protection!
the encagement of a inecent soul.
the reallity lost from just a moment.
a moment....
muffled sreams hiden by darkness
the heart bled out for confort.
nothing.
scilence.
a tip of silver,
red on a sweater....

Life is Adventure hiden by shadows......


-- Edited by anime_13 on Tuesday 18th of January 2011 08:33:12 PM

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Mookish Deity Most High

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RE: Emo moments: poetry


We have a POEM THREAD in the Creativity section.

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Oh, okay.

1) All poetry belongs to the Creativity section. 2) I don't think people here who write emotional/very personal poetry would like to call it ''emo''. 3) A poet should know how to spell words properly, unless I'm completely wrong.

Sorry, I'm in a grumpy mood, but this has pissed me off a bit.



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I'm not emo enough for this thread.

EDIT: I'm not emo at all. This is exclusion!

-- Edited by Arlenmia on Tuesday 18th of January 2011 08:32:20 PM

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sorry, the emo part was a typo.

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And it wasn't the only one, was it.

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^ BAHAHA. Legend, Cave.

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Totally off subject but I want that snowman in your pic Cavewoman.

Also I am Mad. It is my label that I made up to start a subculture, I've been too lazy to organize it though.

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