Old 09-14-2005, 10:23 PM   #21
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i wrote dis in japanesz cuz its da 1 tru languge

Kare no na wo Kikeba Shisha mo mezame//ru//
Chi mo namida mo Nagare//nu// Aku no Keshin
Donna Akuma demo Hadaka de Nige Madou

Sono na mo RAHA-RU sama

Makai wo Suberu Kikoushi Kami no Tekitaisha [kanji:mono, reading "sha"]
Hito wa Kare no Maeni Hizamazuki (Hizamazuki)
Inochi Koi wo Suru

「Hikae yo Mono Domo」

Mi no te yodatsu Mashou no Koushin
Daremo Kare wo Tomerareru//nu// (Tomerareru//nu//)

Kuraki Michi wo Kiyoku Tadashiku
Chimimouryou (Chimimouryou) to Chouryoubakko(Chouryoubakko)
Aku no Hana Michi Eien Nare

Daremo ga Akogareru Aku no ERI-TO
TOIRE de Te wo Arawa //nu// Minna no Otehon
Shumi wa Yohukashi ni Hi Asobi Takawarai

Sono na mo RAHA-RU sama

Tsunda Akugyou Kazu Shirezu
Makai no No. 1 (No. 1)
Tsuki na Kotoba wa 「Akugyaku Hidou」「Boujakubujin」

「Yoi Ko no AIDORU」

Mi no te yodatsu Mashou no Koushin
Daremo Kare wo Tomerareru//nu// (Tomerareru//nu//)

Kuraki Michi wo Kiyoku Tadashiku
Chimimouryou (Chimimouryou) to Chouryoubakko(Chouryoubakko)
Aku no Hana Michi

Yami ni Somare Kono Yo no Subete
Daremo Kare ni Sakarae//nu// (Sakarae//nu//)

Yume to Kibou Akunu ni Kaete
Seigi no Mikata Uchikudaku DA-KU HI-RO-

Aku no Ikizama Eien Nare
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I tried my hand at this poetry thing.

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You don't look at her from across the room
You look at her sitting next to you
And you don't think about how nice she looks
You tell her
Except for her pigtails

She doesn't smile from across the room
She smiles sitting next to you
And she doesn't think about how good you look
Because she doesn't like that shirt
Except, maybe a little

There's a play on stage, it might be funny
But you're not paying much attention
The real star of the night is sitting next to you
And you tell her that
And she just goes, "Shut up."
But doesn't mean it, because...
She smiles.

The leading man might be on stage for everyone
Except her, because she's only seeing you
Right next to her
And she tells you that
And you smile, and shove her a little,
But then laugh and say, "I'm sorry."
But you're not.

The light is on stage
But the light is in her eyes
And you don't need to say a word
Because it is in yours, too

The doorbell goes off in the play
But you don't hear it
Your heart is beating so fast, it's pumping air
And that's all you hear

But don't worry:
Hers is too.

The play is over, and the cast bows.
You would applaud
She would applaud
But you each have a hand
In each others hand
And that is better than applause.

The theatre empties
But you can't move
Frozen in the moment?
Let's not be cliched.
Frozen...
With her.

There's no one left
And she's not moving.
Frozen in the moment?
An overused device...
Frozen...
With him.

Together.

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Mal, that is awsome, you mind if i show that to my friend? He'd love it...he's like madly in love with this girl, and he cant tell her, and i rekon he'd really like that.
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Thankyou ^^ People, if you have any poems by any good poets other than yourself, try posting them, and maybe even putting your opinions with it. If you cant write a happy poem, find one and post it, im trying to find one myself, but i'm stacked up with exams --_--".
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I try to help
I ask if I can
I tell jokes
You laugh
But it doesn't help

I try to help
I see if I can
I give advice
You nod
But it doesn't help

I try to help
I know I can
I listen
You speak
But it doesn't help

I try to help
I know I can't
I'm silent
You're silent
And I'm helpless

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Old 09-21-2005, 01:49 AM   #27
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Mal has a way with words. I really like your poems.

Really. Your poems are like the ice cream of the literary world.
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Mal, that second one was pretty good, though the first one was really awkward.

I myself enjoy writing poems much more than I enjoy reading them. I write them as emotions run strong, then throw them in some random contest, get something in exchange for the emotion, and forget about them, so I have nothing to post, really.

Now if there was a short story thread... I would just own that.
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I think you can make your own threads for short stories. At least, that's what I've always done. Create a thread and own it up, son.

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I like that first poem a lot, Mal...Very well done...I haven't written poetry in a real time. Anything I've written lately is just flat-out bizarre. Oh, and Vamps...Absolutely DO NOT send any money to poetry.com....I think i've had like 6 poems published, and they keep sending me letters to give them money. Once I wrote a poem for them under a different name in order to enter for a contest, I wrote it in about 30 seconds and they sent me a letter for that one as well. I'll see which ones I can find...they're all from like 3 years ago, and all fairly emo, I presume...and they all rhyme.

Here's the one I wrote in 30 seconds in order to enter a question:

Wiggles

going here, then going there
now leaving me alone and despaired.
the wigglers never seemed to care
that i was one of them.
the wigglers trampled many towns
they turned the village smiles to frowns.
without ever thinking to turn around
to help the poor town out

END

Here's an emo one:

Saddest

Happy makes you less profound
Contentment makes you weak,
So keep you hopes upon the ground
Life is best when it is bleak,
For then it makes no claim
To that of which the dreamers speak.
One should take no higher aim
Than miserable life,
Yes, on the cross salvation came.
Souls grow strong through only strife
And rot when they are safe
For civilized is Satan's knife.

Why live in bland security
When death is to be had?
What meaning in contentment
Is worth my eighty years, too short,
By any standard to justify avoiding
Catastrophe, and bitter joy
That only comes from trial.

END

I wish I could find some of my newer/school stuff...Those tended to be much better. I remember a couple real cool ones, but doubt any of those are around anymore.
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Ok, i was away for a while..in hong kong ><, sorry i didnt come on, but yea...i was kinda busy.
on topic, Mal, you ARE really good with words, i agree with Jewpin.
@ ScuicidalMuskrat, dont worry, i dont have any money to send to them XD. I cant find any of my slightly less emo poems >_<. Actually, i cant find any of my poems at the moment because all my notebooks that i write them in are in various places around the house and im too lazy to go and find them. I like Saddest. Are you saying that only through suffering that anything worthwhile can be achieved?
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The General The Waif

It was an odd day when the bomb went off
People did not see it coming, all they saw
Was the news, and the bright flashes outside
And that was the last thing they saw

Few people survived, and banded together
But a swift hunter ran through the world
Destroying brothers, friends and lovers
Claiming bodies regardless of sin

To escape this hunter, the people burrowed
Passing the moles and past fetid bones
To create a new sanctuary, away from
The deadly sportsman of the above world

And it was of this time, where people, desolate
Looked for solace, and found none. They looked
Up towards God, and found none. And they looked
To each other… And found none.

They lived down for hundreds of years, afraid
Terrified to enter the surface, for as soon
As they did, they were sure to be sniped
Brutally by the viscious swift hunter

The majority of people lived not past forty
And most children fell to various monsters
The Pox, The Mumps, Influenza… Common
And people were beginning to give up

A man of forty and two, older than all
Took to the podium, entranced the crowd
“We cannot live in fear, we cannot live
In desolation, for if we do, we will succumb.”

He knew to attack the people who resisted
His radical view could not be challenged
And if it was, you went to the surface
And died a lonely death.

For two more years, the General campaigned
And those who would not fight were cast aside
Not killed, but left behind, sick, weary, useless
Never looked back upon

Until the General returned home, to find a waif
Sitting in his hole in the wall, waiting
Her eyes fixed on the door, her skin a pallid green
And when he entered, she rose

“Why do you have to do this?” She cried
“You’re killing everything, when we should
Band together, live in peace, not hurt each other
Don’t you see that this is not the way?”

But he didn’t, and cast her aside.

He thought on her words, however, and they
Ate away at him. Had he been wrong?
How could he have been wrong? The people were
Happy, content, and fixated…

And no one realized the life expectancy

Dropped

The life expectancy fell, like a stone to the floor

And people were dying.

The General returned home again
And the waif was there, rocking
But he did not yell; he embraced her
The waif, in his arms was his saving grace

He no longer felt anger, but knew
They should know the truth
Not to shroud their death in mystery
But let them be proud

People were not happy with the change of
Ideals. No one would be
They threw stones through his window
And the glass claimed the waif

The General took the podium
And made a plea for the violence to stop
They were just killing themselves
And they did not realize.

The crowd sat unmoving, confused.
The General stood silent, on edge
The crowd shuffled, confused and angry
Until a new man took the podium

“We will continue the campaign,”
He cried, moving the mass to his words
“And those who stand opposed will fall
By my hand, and we will prosper.”

The crowd cheered, and clapped
The General returned to a broken home
Had she really been right?
For what is existence,
What is living without
Strife?

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The Forgotten Foot Prints

Past,
unravels the time
when everything went wrong.

The sun,
looks rather dashing
in the time of night.

She can't remember
She is lost.
Everything that she could hold
and bear,
left her to burn in the desert alone.

She is tired of trying to remember.
Tired of the blank spot of darkness
in her mind, that she can't see.

Tired of life.

She was hurt, witnessed death,
death that she cannot remember.
She thinks she does not deserve to live,
But as she walks the empty street,
And sees the lonely, shy tree
She remembers.

Sky, sky, sky so blue
take me up
take me home
to the tree house
that’s painted in red
loved in all the colors,
and received all the love
in the universe.

The forgotten foot prints
will reveal,
once she will
find herself
watching from the sea.

Dear Sarah, don't be afraid.
Kneel down, there, next to the green bench,
Where your family used to share
How went their day.

And the picture captured herself, as a new day arrived.
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Old 10-15-2005, 03:39 PM   #34
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Psh, didn't I already post a poem on a different thread? It's called "slipping to somnolence", do a search for it if you want to read it... (not an emo poem; it's actually about being sleepy, not wanting to die.)

[edit] Looks like It might not be posted here on FFR after all. Here 'tis:

Slipping to Somnolence

The night is tiring now, it's crawling slow,
And all the day's fatigue is running deep.
My anesthetic yawns have me in tow,
I want to just collapse now, into sleep.
My eyelids now seem heavy, full of lead.
My lazy body seeks the touch of fleece.
A soporific weight upon my head
Surrenders me to doze in soothing peace.
Exhausting weight congeals into a yawn.
Lethargic legs begin to give from wear.
I'll sprawl in bed until the break of dawn
To end my absent, inattentive stare.
When flannel falls upon my dormant chest,
I'll let my weary corpse submit to rest.

I wrote it when I was tired, clearly. It's a shakespearean-style sonnet, iambic pentameter, heroic couplet and all that.

Also, try searching for yourself on poetry.com. You are very likely to find someone with your name, even if it's obscure.
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The Autumn Wind is a pirate
Blustering in from sea
With a rollicking song he sweeps along
swaggering boisterously

His face is weather beaten
He wears a hooded sash
With his silver hat about his head
And a bristly black moustache

He growls as he storms the country
A villain big and bold
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake
As he robs them of their gold

The Autumn wind is a Raider
Pillaging just for fun
He'll knock you 'round and upside down
And laugh when he's conquered and won
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There's glass in my gums
And a stone on my back
It's the first piece of
A larger piece that I
Was moving for the masses.

My lungs are half full
There's sweat on my brow
My blisters are bleeding
And the blisters that reside
On my blisters are bleeding.

The people clap and smile
As I shift the rock over
And in my shoes stained red
My socks are stained red
But my shoes shine white.

I go back for another slab
Of this mountain which I had
Promised to move for them
My muscles ache and my throat
Is raw, but my voice still booms

And while I create this,
Piece by painful piece,
You all smile, and you all leave
Done with it, done with him
And I am left with no one

They clap and they cheer
They're happy to hear
What a marvelous thing
That I've done...

But I stand alone, in my shoes
My shoes stained red, alone
In my socks stained red, alone
With my arms dead, alone
My lungs swimming,
My throat torn

But I look fine, and no one
Not even you will ask me why.

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Old 10-18-2005, 12:39 AM   #37
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lord_carbo's Five Meals is the best poem so far
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Eh, not into poetry too much. Decided to write one, comepletely not related to my life. A bit emo, but oh well.

Why did you have to do this to me
I just don't understand
To turn away and try to flee
To break this so brittle band.

I know I wasn't great
I know I tried my best
I guess now it's too late
You treat me like the rest.

It's really not worth it
The time I put in
I know my ideas weren't a hit
But at least i tried to win.

This is all I have to say
Good luck with your life
For every night I will pray
That you won't be my knife.

Time for a happier one.

The Race

My legs are burning
The goal is so far away
Though i must keep on churning
So I can reach my dream one day.

I am approaching the bend
Quite curved and steep
Breaking away from the trend
Taking a giant leap.

I'm almost done, halfway there
I can almost smell it now
Unfortunately, this race is not fair
To explain as to why, I don't even know how.

It really doesn't matter
I'm not out to win
To empty the full bladder
Will surely bring me a grin.

I'm approaching the line
The end is almost near
Though I know I did fine
I wish I wasn't the one who had to steer.

The pressure is too great
In order to win, I need to conform
My time is getting late
The final gun, she warns.

100 meters to go
I've decided to stay true
I don't care how slow
As long as I finish with my own view.
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If this were not critical thinking, I would post one of my two-minute poems.

Instead, I'll post a much-more-than-two-minute poem.

God never was that important
when we sat on the floor to watch TV,
stretching our fingers through one another's,
feeling cold cement on our backs
as we hung the television from the roof.
God never mattered when it was 9:52 PM
and the fireflies peeked out of the dark,
taunting our hands that gripped mason jars.

You asked me whether I knew God
while holding onto a tree branch seven feet
above the damp grass. You dropped
and as I hesitated,
you told me that now,
you knew God.

You didn't come out and say it, of course,
but your eyes were
like a cat's, and your lips blossomed as
they pursed,
preparing for unspoken words.
And then there was
the limber in your fingers
when mine grabbed yours but yours slipped away impossibly
and you gave me a look
that could make passive a wild horse.
Of course you knew God.

God didn't care if I didn't pray last night,
if I fed my carrots to the dog,
if I touched myself in bed,
or if I couldn't pronounce "syllable".
God just cared that I was alive,
and he watched me as I tipped open my window,
smiled as I ran barefoot through the soybean field
to get high under a tree at 9:30 PM with
the guy my parents told me not to be seen with.

God didn't really care what I did and so
God was never very important to me.
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I wrote this for a contest and did ok with it. I write enough stories and poems to fill a library, I have them all in spiral notebooks in my closet (its the only thing in the whole closet) and I like this the best.



It's a story about a myth and it tells what happened.


By Procris' Hand

A lovers fall
Scornfully met
Across the plane
A lion was set
She hid until the hour came
When she would see her lover's flame
Never again the two would rise
Caused by a stranger unknown to their eyes
He arrived and saw her kerchief stiffened with blood
And plunging his sword thought to join her in mud
So the blood ran to the root of the ancient mulberry
To forever change the color to cherry
Running to him bid him alive
His life was ended in front of her eye
She thinking she the cause died the same
For she had taken all the blame
By procris' hand two met their demise
And both now live in constant surprise
At the simple mistake that love can make
By making a life and the life it take


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