Why has no one thought of this? I've seen a lot of threads with people's poetry, and I thought it'd be kinda cool to have them all in the same place.. Post your poetry and/or lyrics, poems you like, advice on writing poems - Anything goes Couple of mine: Reach for the Stars? Little girl, jumping on the trampoline Each time higher, reaching for a dream Little girl, so drunk on freedom Willing to leave this world for a piece of heaven Trapped in a moment of glowing bliss Arms outstretched, begging for one last kiss Little girl, your legs will tire and your heart grow cold You can't run on magic and fairy dust until you get old Numb feet hit cold, dark plastic False hope - Almost there; almost ecstatic One jump higher 'til you reach the sky You don't care where you land or how high you fly Little girl, look closer at the world you've given up all for The moon's smile has now turned scornful The once welcoming stars are whispering, laughing, mocking you That world's filled with lost souls and broken dreams; none of it was true Intoxicating ambition, but you're no longer welcome They knew all along you'd never reach their kingdom Going Nowhere Slowly A pair of shoes that I'll never grow into A dusty guitar that I'll never sing to A thousand page book that I'll never read I've got all I want, I want what I don't need A dream too big to fit me Not enough ambition to get where I could be I'll curl up tight in my little box And forget what I never had, and all I ever lost Flawed Logic You said two and two is always four The sun always smiles And the rain never pours Left is never right And right is never wrong Up is never down And short is never long You used small words to tell me And reassured my worried frown Left will never be right And up will never be down I can't find the numbers, letters or words I've lost all my nouns, adjectives and verbs The sun is crying And down is learning to fly Left has started writing Poems in the sky The roof is collapsing Inward eruption, my mind's relapsing Everything has disappeared without a sound Your ABC's can't save me now
Here's mine that I posted in a thread I made. Only had a couple of comments. Your poems are great, the last one is my favorite. 1 I soar with angels, Yet I walk amongst men. My soul is alive, Yet my body is dead. My eyes see the world, Yet my mind rots away. My hands preform miracles, Yet my muscles are weak. My heart tries to run, Yet my legs come undone. I could do so much, Yet I do nothing at all. We soar with angels, Yet we walk amongst men. Our souls are alive, Yet our bodies are dead. Our eyes see the world, Yet our minds rot away. Our hands preform miracles, Yet our muscles are weak. Our hearts try to run, Yet our legs come undone. We could do so much, Yet we do nothing at all. We could do so much, Yet we do nothing at all. 2 Send me away, I can't be here I'm lost in my own mind I'm bound to sounds, and words Only what's heard If only you could know, me Be, me Feel, me Taste, me Free, me! My mind needs me, I must be more than I can be Kill, me Thrill, me Fill, me thoughts and emotions I'm, me See, me Please, me why cant you be, more than you can, be Go Go away I can't stay The day is the night The wrong is the right I must take flight Our Minds unite! 3 Friends Friends come and go Trust me, I'm the one who would know You do something they don't like They tell you to take a hike Put your mask on and cover up the truth No one needs to see the real you Except friends and family, maybe not even them Live your lie every day knowing you will be exposed The day you do something that resembles the real you They all will know the truth 4 Who says the blue sky is normal I want a black sky I want to be free from the majority They tell me what is right, what is wrong I sing my own song, a song that is Long, my song fills your mind, your thoughts Everyone says I am not normal Bug why says a blue sky is normal Fuck social disorders they just think different They are normal, not freaks, fuck you Institutions to change me, copy and paste motherfuckers I'm a damn wingbat, you flaunt your fonts but I'm unique I'm the one you seek, to set your mind free The company tries to buy me, fuck them I'll sell my soul to get my message through Don't let them edit your mind Control the world around you Don't let them impound your creativity You must think vividly 5 I never knew that life could be so easy I always thought it was so complicated But when you just slow down and relax Everything goes so smoothly Kick back with a girl you like Drink some beer with your friends Smoke some weed with your buddies Hang out with your pals Nothing should ever ruin your day But one way or another, you screw things up Don't get to mad, everything passes in time 6 I'm going to sleep, because I'm done with today Today can just fade away, into the abyss of my life And I ask myself, what life is it that I had Was my life good or bad Happy or sad Or was it just a life, life anyone elses People make mistakes Mistakes are forgiven and forgotten in time But time is the most important thing in life You only have so much time And this is mine I choose to forgive myself This time I just hope others will follow in my line This time This time 7 I'm going to die tonight, Inside and out Can you hear me shout, can anyone help me out I can't think anymore, everything's messing with my head The drugs and the booze, everything's making me loose My mind is not mine, It's what you make it So if you lead me on, With your sex song I might just do something wrong, Someone might get hurt I cant control my actions, Or the reactions Please help me see who I am I'm not who I want to be I'm who you made me I hate you And I'm your fucking puppet too You played me like a fool Like a tool Fuck you Now I have lost friends, Made ends To something that is good, Now burns with the wood Because that's where this all started and stopped At a fire, That burnt so hot
I really liked Going Nowhere Slowly I don't really write a lot of poetry, but here's one I wrote a while back. Insomnio Anxiety It would be beneficial to end the Negative thought Patterns behind my eyes, the Pressure of two thumbs, Two extremities, If only we could find a Way too much to think about. Way too much to worry about. I'm tired and I can't sleep. Fuck.
i dont know why i wrote this much less why i'm posting it. Season of Death I was wrong I have more lives than life is long Standing in the twilight, the voice I once heard Telling of the end, instead of demanding strength So absurd Now in the season of death, year's third as I happen upon that strength, it is despair that dies fading in the traveling colors of endings carried in the stream
Ok so I was staring at my background earlier this evening, its covered in red skulls and bones. So i began to squint and picked up some interesting visuals and text dependent on the shadows. LAKE 012 484 144 (Observation: A nasty face, very reptilian in nature, evil eyes) (Observation: Lot's of animals and skull people) (Observation: A dead RAm's head very demonic) I then drew a very crude drawing of what I think I saw. After flipping through some pictures I came upon the Sabbatic Goat, It caught my attention, something about what looked like a lake... === Brutal Except More: 1:44 on the Left In a lake a hole beneath lies a pillar, 2 4s (force x 2) surrounding two 8th In a face of venom lays the crying souls from above, dwells the demonic ram's head -The Sabbatic Goat
Loved this, fucking props on some great writing! Here's one of mine (lyrics to a song - it doesn't work as nicely simply pasted, need my dry Australian drawl and dusty acoustic guitar to compliment it ), a fantastically wonderful prize should anyone guess who it's about... FRED What a poor little boy, All bloated and writhing with torment, Reverently tracing his malice, You’re nothing but the vermin of yesterday spent. Shaking and drenched wet in sweat, Raving “It’s too late to repent”, Little boy, you ain’t no prophet of God, You’re nothing but the vermin of yesterday spent. Fred, The sooner you die, the wider I smile. You know you’ve got a right, To picket and present, Your closeted congregation’s warped dogma, little child, You’re nothing but a dirge on the air that you rent. You know God has a plan, He don’t need my consent, The devil does though, little fella in the chocolate dip, You’re nothing but a dirge on the air that you rent. Fred You harder you fall, the higher I soar. You just want your mother, Who you’ve grown to resent, Oedipus, Judas, hound and hypocrite, You’re nothing but the dregs of the lies you invent. You liked to preach Deuteronomy From a platform of holy cement, You hate freedom to love but love freedom to hate, You’re nothing but the dregs of the lies you invent. Fred, The day that you die, I will walk unweighted. Now, I recognise your freedom of speech, And it’s worth every cent, But I reject your hateful and backwards agenda, You’re nothing but a failure of your master’s intent. Now, I’m gonna tell you You will die without lament We’ll picket your funeral and spit on your grave You’re nothing but a failure of your master’s intent And I despise everything now that you represent. Fred, The last breath you draw will be the sweetest I breathe.
April 26 2009 my brother, pictured below (middle) passed away from a drug overdose. He had a rough life but has produced some beautiful, intelligent, empathetic children. This poem is a letter from him to his youngest daughter who is now in our sisters custody (pictured below, left). I wrote this poem from the heart because I couldn't find anything like it... please PM me or comment if you have ever been in a similar situation, or fear you may one day find yourself, a family member, or friend, in the same situation. Support is the key to continue living. I Did Have a Plan... I'm writing to my daughter, Who has just turned the age of two! Isabela Denise, your daddy misses you! And even though I may seem to you, As just a distant dream, there are some things I need to tell you; baby, we're still a team! There were ups & downs in my life But what is a life lived slow? Some things you cannot change, See, and for this I had to go. There were things I couldn't risk; Like your health and well-being. I had to get you to a safe haven, I promise – I wasn't just fleeing. Your surrounded by love & support, Something I thought I always needed. And when you may forget this, just reread at your convenience. See, those who are there for you now; Were always there for me, For that I am forever thankful, So I left them my little Angel! Don't worry, sweetheart, That you may forget just how much they care- Daddy was blinded by a deceitful world, One of which I pray you never go near. I know it will hurt sometimes, And you'll need your daddy there… But remember, sweetheart, at every show, So long as you have your reflection, I'm already there. I would like to say I'm sorry, I know you may not understand. Though for you, darling daughter, I did have a plan. A life of happiness and laughter and success aplenty, Self-sacrifice is just one act of my love for you, Just one of many. - To Isabela Denise Landers, with love. - Written by Matt Landers.
Hopelessly Paranoid among the trails of afterthoughts my irrational fear of that which might eat me emerges from my rocking chair battle station I see sharks swimming in the streets, butter cream and saliva dripping from their jaws, hoping to comfort the part inside them that is nothing more than a child drinking from the toilet needless to say the masses eat the matted dingle berries of this beast pan seared, encrusted in dove feathers hoping to get a taste of butter cream while they forfeit their left brain and their right to pursue intangible dreams so that leaves my kind but a quivering hole amongst lonely prisoners, hopelessly paranoid while some people stereotype me as a free man TV Generated Resistance dead for no reason naked and stiff worms squirm within infected pus bubbles or something 85 rebellious words in an anarchic poem various opinions about black and white big men with swords and pens writing about the man with the biggest sword writing about when they were children writing something about information and its effect on reality but as I sit here I am of the opinion that the elite and the poor should interbreed not by force but with imaginative bliss or something Evolved Monkey Boredom I like killing time with my index finger I motion come hither like a feather upon oxygen each second moans its way past as my impatience controls me, the intangible infuriates I have a switch blade in my back pocket borrowed from the fifties I use it to cut myself shedding blood on the month of May when winter rolls ‘round he keeps me saturated, hate-filled and gray I eat his children as if they were my own if only I could get my hands on that fucking groundhog
Just one to add. Now it gets a little deeper. Perhaps time is our father keeper. Device designed to hold our world? Inside the mind, a turtle shell. So question this and ponder deep. What doth death rend, and does life keep?
You all have some great poems. I hate how people think poetry is gay. It's just music with out tunes. A way to express whats going on in your life, and help others because they can interpret it in different ways. Keep writing blades!
Word dude, every time I see a new post in this thread I'm like I agree, I've never been able to understand how or why people think poetry is gay. I know a lot of people feel that way because they were force-fed Shakespeare in like, the 8th grade, but I truly pity people who write-off poetry because of a shitty English teacher or a poem they didn't like.. Oh well, their loss EDIT: I've been reading some of Jim Morrison's poetry lately, and I'm really digging it. Here's a couple: Baths, bars, the indoor pool. Our injured leader prone on the sweating tile. Chlorine on his breath and in his long hair. Lithe, although crippled, body of a middle-weight contender. Near him the trusted journalist, confidant. He liked men near him with a large sense of life. But most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms. --------- There are no longer "dancers", the possessed. The cleavage of men into actor and spectators is the central fact of our time. We are obsessed with heroes who live for us and whom we punish. If all the radios and televisions were deprived of their sources of power, all books and paintings burned tomorrow, all shows and cinemas closed, all the arts of vicarious existence.... We are content with the "given" in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark
clouds shroud the clarity of every sense's sensitivity, - hence a bitter me. i patiently await their relinquishment as i shroud myself in more clouds - clouds of smoke, which sweeten bitterness and lift me atop them. sounding quotes and syllables out - a therapeutic gift to me. soon the clarity will return... until then i mimic drifting seas.
My second poem was inspired by Jim. I have a lot more, but those are my favorite. Maybe i'll write more soon, or pick a couple more from my notebook to post. A lot of stuff I have are written for songs, or can be used for songs.
Once I was fannyin around with mates and said(whilst high and smokin in the woods btw). Shit guys, lets bail, its the ostrich police! basically at first it was a joke, but then the ostrich police now have taken the embodiment of all that conspires against bud/personal freedom, so i wrote a poem, its actually turned out to be a song with guitar, melody etc but heres the bare words (market st is where i used to buy bud btw): Hark! the ostrich police make haste in market street throw down your tools this time is for bein neat i see your chequered flags death rags and coins leave them they mean nothin your morals are only toys it's hard bein free they are the noose around my neck my soul ship is at sea and im flat out on the deck the ostrich police are vile people think they dont exist but theyre no imagined guile they come straight from satans fist sometimes they hunt like wolves comin in packs of ten they feast till their stomachs are full then they start over again no room for sleepin suns or the beauty of a womans face cos the ostrich police are beating nuns and leaving a sour taste you're charming ive already said it when you touch me i want to take fishmonger give me some credit fuck me i bet i wont break the ostrich police might catch us but i'll give you a good old time we'll weave trees like the thatchers until you cant see the fold lines most of the stuff i write is songs though, cant get much publicity, but check out my myspsace, i have loads of stuff thats been written and isnt up there, recording restraints etc are annoyin as fuck, but i reckon given some time in the studio my music could find a gd direction, cos i feel like i always express myself through my music and lyrics, rather than just having really normal lyrics and a shitty repetitive type base for the song. sorry if that sounded very arrogant btw, but im just sayin i think if i get my stuff out there, folk might like it the link is: Josh Fuchs op MySpace Music as i say, would be ace if anyone takes the time to listen and/or comment, but i know how it is, everyones tryin to get their stuff heard so theres loads of homemade music on myspace!
Some poems of mine, these were a couple months back when I was pretty good at writing, but forgot how to since I took a break for school, etc. Anyway here's some now! Trauma As I walk down nostalgic alley I think you've come to hurt me Only to realize I'm alone For I haven't forgotten the blood-stains That is my tainted soul How will I move on from Deaths cold hand abducting our Lives, our innocence How do you forgive those soulless devils Who soaked us in anguish? Never Will they be forgiven Never can I see the day without freedom From my prison of distress For my innocence was shot Just as my prudence has been burned With the seal of hysteria The High Life As I retreat to this portable home I extend my hand unto this glass vehicle Loaded already with extra fuel Insert the key Away I go Hours later a crash ensues Dawn erupts I'm already past due Dazed and confused I fall to the ground I jump another way with this pill anew Energy's made as I climbed in their shouts Hugged by the music I live without doubt Burden from Birth Listen to her shouts Listen as he doubts Hear him as he mounts Smell them as he counts Smell the stank in the air Taste it all without a care Savor and enjoy, that's a dare Let her burden await From her unfortunate mate Watch her soul torn Feel his offspring born My love As I cover my face My lungs fill with tears Constricting my vocal folds As my chest screams in pain Questioning myself why I Choose to suffer in agonizing pain As I keep hidden in the dark To stay strong For love is the end of all great men That was once true As I was once great But as I burned away inside I'm no longer great as I was Now I'm just a mere shadow of my former self For what I said was true Love is the end of all great men Once a great man with love Never had bespeak what he truly felt Is now a shattered soul leaving Me to rot in this godforsaken sun I'd like some feedback on this cause I know I can improve, so please say good/bad, I'd appreciate it, thanks.
Wrote this 5 seconds ago. Light up a cigarette and step outside The sun is shining bright, as you look up at the sky Today's already a good day, maybe later you'll get high Go to work every day, just to get by To be happy, all you have to do is try Don't worry about death Don't worry about goodbyes Live life in the now Be happy with the sky
The Seed Do you see that tree? I do not. Tell me what you see. Alas: I see a seed Turning to root Turning to sprout And despite all odds All forces of nature Unnatural though some may be Thickening and toughening And reaching for the stars Or one star in particular. Does this Being weep? Does this Being dream? Many of its brethren are no more. Many have fallen Both literally and figuratively And how does this Being reply? It accepts. This Thing accepts. It accepts all who accept it in return. It will provide you shade, Though you will not return the favor. It will watch over you Protect you from wind and other harshness A rock in a raging storm An anchor in a tumultous sea A constant in the midst of chaos And all it asks is acceptance. "Accept me for who I am!" Cries the Being. Silently. "Do not change me." "Do not try and cut me down to size," "Do not take me from my home," "Allow me to sire and be," "For I," Cries the Thing, "See a seed."
A drug which enlightens and elevates, our very being and articulate, Bringing on a new state of mind, Incandescently illuminate, The world around us and how we view our fate, A path inwhich trancends a current state, of asphyxiation to the mind, lungs and blood circulate.
Nice. When the Time is Right She walks slowly A little too slowly for me barefooted she impresses the earth with only her toes keeping her heels for followers to see she walks so slowly as if the dirt between her toes were pieces of clouds with nowhere to go a most patient angel and she arrives as always a moment too late just in time to watch me sleep off my drunken sinfulness and I awake to watch her walk slowly away from me Free Days My nose becomes a fingernail magnet I scratch it red until scabbed and bloodied I break off a piece of dead skin caked with blue mucus and throw it away forgetting to say good bye these hours (perhaps days) I lay vulnerable on the floor making love to my nose are wasted away and I come down once again from this hillbilly euphoria forgetting to say good bye Inspiration from a Horny Beast The painter looks away from his canvas in a quest for inspiration he focuses on his best friend fucking his leg he thinks it queer but beautiful as well as the panting beast moans at the hole in his corduroys then his eyes return to the canvas and he paints the most life-like asshole I have ever seen one that could fool the dirtiest of mutts with tears in his eyes and semen on his left knee the painter thanks his best friend
Work in progress... working with a title we'll call... Mini Angel. Yeah, that works for now. I posted it in a thread but I'm just sticking it in here - deleted mine. S'all good. -------------------------------------------------------------- I know you are there. My eyes cannot see directly But my mind's manifesto paints An idea; a perception of who you Might be. My fingers shift from first to last With each gentle, tacit stroke reassuring Me, that you, are watching through the window. You too, are blind in the way I wake to Every morning. The brilliance of the sun making its stop In the sky, tearing through the wedge in the curtains Teasing my eyes open. Lazily, I roll over onto the floor, for my bed is so small... I suppose I will get up now. She visits me when I lay me down Dead - for another day, I. “Neighâ€, I say. “What are you?†I cannot be sure of what's said, for I was told You exist but in my head, and only there... Bah. I know you are there. Trapped in this one-horse town, a stallion stirs the dirt 'Round his hooves; dusty sneakers, mechanized. Nervously, he watches as the sun sets in preparation... Will she appear again tonight, this night-mare nightingale? This lone unicorn stampedes past, Leaving me in her wake - but not before Stunning me with her lustrous halo, as it orbits About her horn, straying not from its rigid spire. 'Round and around it goes: my eyes strain to follow Until no longer the blinding light allows. I pick a cell – my restless head spins dizzily 'Till I drop down; fleeting glimpses of each dark memory Detailing the stable. Again, dead for another day. A smile shrouded by shadows Laughter, rebounding off of the silence I reach out to rub the smudge on your face Hoping that you aren't ticklish. We are linked; hanging on, by a thread, taut and tight Skilfully, you weave together the web of empty space I find through common place, familiar face. I suppose I will get out now. Ach, I bleed! – my tongue aches, but these are Your words, oozing through my seamless smile. I cannot speak now – my spool has run dry. You have an inkling of what I am thinking, no? The signal is fading... this silicon lady has Kept me up again, all night.