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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:45 pm
Ha! Didn't forget today.
Pillage I’m bound And when the one thing goes The rest go with it ‘Tis not physical goods To which I refer But rather to those feelings Long enshrouded inside And so you’ve taken All the riches Which my vessel contained And now all that remains Are barren, peeling walls And floors Covered in dusty footprints The only sign to mark the path Of another in my heart
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:39 pm
Father of Mine How are you doing today my son? I’m doing great And everything’s fine How’s the weather where you are? Hot? Well it was great here Nice and cool Did I tell you Your mother and I went on a cruise Did I tell you We’ve been looking for houses In Washington Been going there for a few weeks Oh, you need money for school? I’m sorry, we really can’t help Right now Oh, you’ve been working a lot? Well it’s good for you Extra money you know I’ve been on vacation Well it was nice talking to you I love you Son
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:54 pm
The Calm That is The Storm Crystalline droplets fall from roiling mists Gathered high in the heavens And as the droplets meet the earth They shatter like fragile crystal Breaking into thousands of shining prisms Until they gather like old friends Upon the dampened ground And flow down the street
Long streaks fire through the air Like angry beasts Lashing at each other And lighting the sky Their massive bellows Slowly fading into silence As they rend and rip a path Wherever they meet
And chilling howl Breaks the still air And whips everything around it Into a horrific frenzy Leaves and dirt And other assorted pieces of earth Creating small whirlwinds That blind all who encounter them
And somehow there is peace A sense of calm in the frantic chaos Something about it that gives time To reflect on the past Revel in the present And enable the future To become a time of greater understanding And peace
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:26 pm
Sorry, another "feel sorry for myself" type poem. It's just that I've been rather depressed during the evening hours lately, so... yeah. I hope they at least vary enough to make them still somewhat interesting.
Would You? Would you call me weak If all I wanted to do Was lay down and find peace?
Would you think me soft If a feeling welled up so strong I wanted to cry?
Would you shout at me “coward!” If hopelessness made me wish to run Into darkness?
Would you hold out your hand When there is no one left To keep me whole?
Would you tell me it’s ok And give me a reassuring touch Even if you know it’s a lie?
And would you think I was strong If I could debase my emotions And pretend I wasn’t human?
If I didn’t feel these things Would I be human Would I be strong?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:32 pm
I also wanted to post the lyrics to a song. If I had a theme song, this would be it. It's so good it deserves it's own post.
Is it Real? By: The Seatbelts Figurines that fall like leaves Then disappear Keep calling Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe Then mock the air Appalling What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much I can't take another day I guess that I’ve just had enough My minds slipping far away I'm falling in and out of touch Can someone please explain?
Set my mind for open sky But couldn't fly So sadly What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed tear-drop lies Then criticize Now laughing What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much I'm not sure what I should feel I guess I've finally had enough I don't know if this is real I'm crashing in and out of touch Can anyone explain?
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:23 am
Here's todays poem.
Just Stand Up Sometimes It’s easier than it looks And all you have to do is try
Sometimes There is another Who will lend a hand
Sometimes It’s easier to find solace If you can find a point of reflection
Sometimes You just have to try And you can achieve the amazing
Sometimes To change your life You only need stand
And sometimes The first step Is all you need to get momentum
And also, as a special limited time bonus, if you read today you get my very own extra poem.
The Haiku I don’t typically Write haiku’s, but I am now Because I can’t think
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:17 pm
I'll be the first to admit this is by far not one of my best. It seems to get harder to write a new poem every night without repeating subject matter over and over again.
I also seem to be lacking sources for inspiration aside from the drained and lonely feeling I've been having frequently. Not exactly the fuel for great poetry. I thought of taking a break for a while, but then I feel like I'm forgetting to do something and I can't sleep.
I think writing poetry makes me feel like I'm dong something worthwhile even though I know I'm not. Oh well, here's the poem. [/rambling, incoherent thoughts]
I Think It’s Fall Again The lights are on But nobody’s home And he can’t stop thinking About what should be done Eyes glazed over In a permanent stare Forever being asked what’s wrong And replying automatically “Nothing”
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 7:35 pm
At A Second Glance Sometimes I take a look at my life And think things couldn’t get worse And sometime I look And think, “they’re not that bad”
It doesn’t matter how much I reflect On what I’ve done I still know that all I can do Is move forward
Maybe I’ll make a mess of my life On occasion, I think I already have But once in a while I allow myself to dream of greatness
But still I realize My life can only be determined By the choices I make from now And effort
Sometimes it’s hard to muster When I feel the world pressing in Threatening to overwhelm But I must push back
I need subtly encouraging words A reassuring glance And a loving gaze Maybe that’s why it’s been hard
I won’t give up though No matter how tempting it may be I won’t be swallowed by shadows I will give it my all
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 7:31 pm
Insomnia Sometimes I’m too tired to sleep And I drift through the darkness In a haze of thoughts
Reflections of my own past Imaginings of the future As well as of the impossible
I try to think sleepy thoughts And manage only to intensify the restlessness That burns like a luke-warm flame
I pace through my small living space Take out a book and put it away again Turn on my computer to turn it off moments later
And still I can’t sleep I watch my clock click to 3:00AM The little colon flashing
I decide to try again And if I’m lucky I finally fall into sweet darkness
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 5:03 pm
Visions of Green and Black I wander through the forest As the darkness enshrouds me And I think I’ve lost my way Wouldn’t be the first time
Glowing eyes stare out at me Gleaming in the subtle light As the sun sinks lower Below the horizon
The only problem is That last time I had multiple guides To show me the way out Even in darkness
And this time there’s no one I am alone The eyes are scarier now
Piercing Judging Hungry
They wait only for me to stumble To fall their way So that they can devour me
So I do the only thing I can I sit where I am I gather what I can in defense And I wait for dawn
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:38 pm
I really liked "Circumspect Minuet," it was interesting. I especially like dance steps warked in every couple of lines "Step, step, turn" etc. The fact that each dance step line was different gave it a nice flow while not getting repetitive.
I thought the last lines of "Unbridled Sortie" were good. They really made the poem for me.
I've only read a few of your poems so far, I'll probably come back later to read more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:56 pm
An accurate portrayal of my favorite animal, though not a very entertaining or poetic poem. I'm running out of ideas and I don't want to repeat the same theme a million times. I rate this amongst one of my worst.
Mother Turtle An oval shape darts through the water And a contrail of bubbles Floats lazily towards the surface From the top she looks like another deep expanse And from the bottom she looks like the endless sky Making it to the beach slows her progress She crawls slowly but steadily up the shoreline She uses two spades Mother Nature gave her And digs a deep hole Depositing her young in their leathery casings And returning to her watery abode The warm son heating the sand That embraces the younglings Until they dig their way out And head home
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:59 pm
Kali Eyad I really liked "Circumspect Minuet," it was interesting. I especially like dance steps warked in every couple of lines "Step, step, turn" etc. The fact that each dance step line was different gave it a nice flow while not getting repetitive. I thought the last lines of "Unbridled Sortie" were good. They really made the poem for me. I've only read a few of your poems so far, I'll probably come back later to read more. I'm glad you liked them. My personal opinion is that they get better for a little while after "Unbridled Sortie," and then go downhill. I've been depressed lately and really haven't had a lot of inspiration. Hopefully I'll get over it. I was planning on not even posting a poem today, but then I felt guilty about it. I don't know why, but I did.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 9:57 pm
Nirvana in C-Major A clumsy strum leads to another revelation And the music is finally literal As Yellowcard floats through the speakers Another night of sitting alone But somehow I think I’ve found something That can calm the part of me That whispers to jump off a ledge Without a parachute
And I’m still lonely It doesn’t change a thing But I’ve found something To express my fears A medium in which to share My insecurities And to squelch the raging inferno That burns only to consume myself
I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it all out It’s been a path open to me for so long And something I’ve wanted to do for ages Another way to express myself And allow my feelings to seep out As my fingers awkwardly strive To find the right notes And send out another sweet note
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 7:50 pm
WARNING: Before reading on, keep in mind that the flow of the following poem is very poor. I don't normally write rhyming poetry, but I decided I should give it a shot.
Now here's the thing about my poetry, I'm not one of those people who gets really into it. Sure, I've written a poem every day for the past 24 days or so, but I don't really go back and do a lot of editing. I'm not a "perfectionist" so to speak. So while my poetry may get better over time (so long as I have some sort of inspiration), I'm not going to try to make every poem perfect.
I'm human, just like everyone else, and I doubt anybody makes a perfect poem with a perfect flow that inspires people everywhere during their first run. As I haven't done any rhyming poetry in a VERY long time, I consider this a first-run.
So take the poem in stride, if you like it, you like it. If not, I can't really blame you, but don't go flapping your lips about how terrible it is, I already know.
Friends, Lovers, Friends The candles flame flickers and dies As she sits in the chair, a tear in her eyes He said he was sorry again and again And had no idea how this could begin
It was a while ago that those two had met On all hallows eve dressed, he couldn’t forget Their eyes had chanced upon each others And from that moment on the two had been lovers
Countless tender moments that now had been shorn Their relationship strained, frayed, and torn And somewhere beyond a long time from now Perhaps things will mend, but I don’t see how
And so as all good things, it comes to an end And the two stay together each as a friend And yet every time he looks at her smile He remembers them as two, and thinks a while
EDIT: I should make a note that I don't have a problem with constructive criticism, I just don't take well to mindless insults. If anyone wishes to make any suggestions, I welcome them. I won't make a promise that I'm going to change something just because someone makes a suggestion, but I will certainly take it into account for future poems.
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