Re: Poems

by Mash on Tue Jun 16, 2009 9:51 pm

The Groove

Pure as I thought we were
We took it and shot her
Another hypocrite, another breadwinner
Just shut up and lie
I can't let you die

Break another sigh and release
Feel the grooves of the wood, and death of deceased
Smokey the Bear struck you out, they got you high
It's time for these monsters all to die

I wish I'd told you
But human nature has lost all its clues
Rain drumming down on my body and yours
Oh dear God, I locked all your doors
And shut you in
Like your Pandora's sin

Lost my mind in compassion
While the world wonders about fashion
Human nature has lost all it's sense
Where are the days where people were dense?

I saw them die on TV
I kept it on just to see
And here I am looking back
Seeing bodies for myself, piled in stacks

Don't talk about love, or god, or whatever
You'll understand these things never
You could never risk your life
You could never battle in strife

Get out of my house before I kill you
Those I gave credit to, so few
She changed my mind in that rain
Her death drove my mind insane

It's still in the cabin
I feel the murders still stabbing
In those purple pulses, in those woods
I figured I can do what I should

I could watch that stillborn die again
By now, my mind has changed about men
What do you think of all these chores...?
Only my entire body is in sores

Dance around
So profound...?
Whisper another lie
And I plot for you to die
Get your pretty candles lit
And just another hypocrite!

It's about people today and how everyone is a hypocritical monster. Smokey the Bear is a pop culture reference (struck you out, they got you high) meaning that cultural icons are all hypocritical themselves, even encouraging it among people.
Groove is a mix between the word grunge and intoxication, in my poem, that is.

Machinator

Paint a picture with your gun
Hoping you can find me now
Spread a word for the holy son
Letting your life-line down
Take in a breath of politics
Hoping it'll make you sick
Keep the name murderer
Let families down
Even if they're happy now
That things are gonna change
So I better make this nice and original
Writing another story
Blood stains on every page

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Slaughter you like a dirty cow

In the name of god
I made this devious little plan
No way I'll let it be flawed
Strike you down with a single hand
I've gotten it all mapped out
At 3:34 I need you to shout
In a couple minutes later
You must scream
And I'll sew your body by seam
To steal back faith
In an unparalleled manner
No shame in thinking
And with this plan, no way to be safe

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Please don't frown
I need this
Right now
I can't sleep
Or listen to my need's hiss

Without my rage
Without my frustration
I give in
I live in

Don't get me too wrong
I'm just a sick freak
No shame in my plan
Just wait for peace

Metal god
Oh wisdom
Speak to death in a loving voice
I think I control everything
I'm just a machine

Please hold me
Why won't you?
Please hold me
I'm waiting for my conspiracy
To come true
To come anew
Just hold me
I want to watch the red pages
Fly into the world of a sick deity

Machinator is a reference to my very name: Mash. Don't understand? Look in a dictionary

by Alderos on Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:16 am

*COUGH* *COUGH* okay here is a poem I made, i hope you will like it.

Life
Life is cruel,
For you may love her,
but she may not love you back,
for she will bring you down,
when your at your peak,
but when you are down,
or hurt,
or confused,
she is there to show you the light

I'm still working out the kinks and editing it but this is what i got so far

by **Hunter Reckoning** on Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:42 am

Once there was nothing, but then that nothingness, was overcome by hope which caused everything to come together. This is the story of love, but when you take that love for granted, everything returns to the nothing it once was.~This is the emptiness I feel everyday when I see kids in my school that are together and in love that take this for granted.

by **Juliana** on Tue Nov 03, 2009 8:32 am

Hmm...

Heck, why not? I'll post a few of the poems I've been writing during my poetry kick of lately.

My Words
There’s someone else inside of me
Directing my little Story.
I don’t know where the words come from
I only write them as they come.
I reread them at other times
And I know I can’t write such rhymes.
There’s no tracing them to their source
I only know the final course
My only company—I’m alone—
Is all my words that aren’t my own.

Tune-Up
The band is tuning up outside.
The trumpet and the drum—
Cacophony proceeds from them
And others as they come.
It bangs, it honks, I laugh aloud
As instruments file past
And then their leader barks one word;
They fall silent at last.

Forever
He asked me what forever was
I told him what forever does
He said he couldn’t understand
But he knew it would come.

Forever, now, is close at hand
Now I’m not sure I understand
Because the words flow from my pen
When my voice is struck dumb.

So these words that I’m writing, then
Come from a place outside of me
And I’ll know what I meant, if when
It’s all behind, I learn to see.

Darkened Paper
It always looks darker
Once my words are said
Though I know the changes
Are all in my head

Some smudging of graphite
Mars that I leave white
It’s just notebook paper—
That’s smeared with my mind

Where does that thought come from?
My memory knows fear
That something that mars me
Mars thoughts I leave here.

The Night of the Dance
I remember the night I was trying
To keep away from the dancing crowd
Because I knew that joining in would be dying
And, somehow, that was the night when I found
That I’m not nearly so inhuman,
Such an outcast or so apart
That, even given what that meant doing—
That I couldn’t find my heart.
I know what I’ve done.

To My Friends
It started as it always does:
You and me and a story.
But the only problem was,
I was speaking from memory.

I used my powers, and it formed
All that you thought of me
But not even I was warned
What this would come to be.

I didn’t quite trust you at first:
I fear th’ ordinary,
But when you stayed to hear the worst
You I could finally see.

From all the people whom I love
And who also love me,
I learned a secret from above:
There is no normalcy.

Little Girl
Good little girl
Trusting, naïve
Bright little girl
Learning to see

Sad little girl
Broken, betrayed
Cold little girl
Frozen today

Wise little girl
Growing, alone
Wild little girl
Seeking a home

Lost little girl
Crying, thirsty
Found little girl
Jesus loves me

Hunger
Chewing at me
Wanting me to fail
Not satisfied
Not enough
So unpleasant
This hunger
The guilt with it
The loss with it
The pain with it
So aware
So out of it
The root problem
All the hunger
I have to fight it
I can’t give up now
Just twenty minutes to go

Stolen Hours
Time is short
I’ll remember tonight
What are we buying
By paying this price?
You take the darkness
And I’ll take the light
Caution is warning me
Did we choose right?
So long to regrets
Because this is our life
Storing stolen memories
Against sunrise

One Moment's Life
I live much more in those two days
Than in the weeks between
A fortnight's frozen emptiness
When loved one is unseen
Then, for a moment, he is here
A single point in time
When all the world falls into place
And everything is right
Just a few hours--that's all we get--
But I know what they're worth:
In the space of those fleeting hours,
Nothing is wrong on Earth.

(Yes, those last two are indeed love poems... and I wanted caesuras in "Stolen Hours," but that doesn't work on this kind of forums, so I broke the lines twice as much instead)

by **Winnie** on Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:20 am

I stare at the back of your head everyday.
It seems I can't pull my eyes away.
Your thick black hair turns left, then right.
While your cool blue eyes are soft like light.
"It's not that I like your head." I say,
"It's just in my way today."
I always want you to look my way.
Look my way so I can say,
"Hey, how are you doing today?"
And then you can reply,
and Just smile.
Your smile takes me a million miles.
And gets me through the day.

Here's a more depressing one.

Running From Home

I run away,
Far into the night,
Away from love,
away from light,
into the dark,
Into the fear,
Oh please, won't I get out of here?

I ran,
through the streets,
down the paths,
I knew by sweeps.
The call of the song,
It's notes cold and long,
enthralls me onto my knees.
I want to give up,
I want to break down,
But I must coninure until I'm done.

Out of the city,
Into the frights,
And out of hope,
and saftey lights.
I made it through,
their insane trap,
and then the past,
faded to black.

Through the countryside,
My dreams have died,
into the night,
never to return.
My feet start to burn,
but I must persevere,
For I just have to,
Escape the evil here.

I fell for the night,
Sleeping by the river,
I felt filled with fright.
Take me away from here.
Take me to there.
Where is there?

Were learning about poetry in english now.
It seems to be rather drow.
All the words that rhyme...
I can't find two in such a short time!
I don't think it can be kept,
it's got too much depth.
So I told my friend
That I want english to never end.
and she laughed and said:
"There's always tomorrow." And put my feelings to end.

I'd say people are like stars.
The shine.
And the sun would be my friend.
It's light having no end.
And I am like to moon.
Normally, black.
But I reflect off my friend's light,
and making the world brighter.
One star at a time.

Blame
"It was your fault."
"No, yours."
"It was mine."
"Yeah."
"It was. You brought it up."
"It's not your fault."
"Yes it is."
"It's not. It's theirs."
"No it's not."
"Shouldn't the hurt decide?"
"It's blame. Their facts, not decitions."

by **Juliana** on Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:22 am

Wow, Winnie, amazing work... I particularly like that first one and that second-to-last one; such pretty words and ideas!

Just now, I accidentally wrote a poem in a slightly modified version of the Shakespearean sonnet form. For your reading pleasure (or annoyance or edification), here it is:

Whispers
It begins as a whisper in my mind
A darkness that no day's black light can burn
It seems that only then can any find
The secrets now that I struggle to learn
And then you interrupt my pensive thought
And beg to know why I need be alone
Instead of shooing you off as I ought
I show you the black whispers that I own
Remembering the ancient Story's seal
And feeling my own memory's touch
I tell you things that few would dare reveal
You laugh because you think I've told too much
But know, now, this:
Had any word of this been a secret
You would never have heard whisper of it