potry corner

[pig]

as some of the members on here are realy gd at potry i thought why dont we make a thread on it i dont know if i have all ready i dont think i did or was it on a nother foram  egnore the last part lol

heres one of my poams .


HURT
pain beond pain
broken heart
torn flesh
tears streaming

memorys swirling good and bad

empty gaps.....
no reasoning

pain beond pain

dont want an explation or an apolagy


just feel the numb icey filling in your chest

thinking your heart will never  mend
and the wounds will never close

cought in the momement

cought in the pain

[Fawkes]

That's nice, Pig! I wish I could write like that..

[Neo]

thats really good pig.

heres one of mine:

As I dream of a life with someone all my own,
My hearts aches from being alone.
I walk down these empty streets,
With my head lowered deep,
Avoiding the eyes of loneliness.

The world is bright but my world is dark,
And others are happy while I am dark,
For they have something which I do not,
Something which I thought was all rot,
They found someone to whom to send their love,
And unlike me, have been blessed from above.

I try to lift up my head,
And find something else instead,
But nothing can substitute for the way I felt,
When love to me, had been dealt.

After it has vanished again,
I wonder, will heaven ever send it again?
For the loneliness is too much to bear,
And I am leaving my heart in a snare,
For a broken heart is better then none at all.

My friends tell me to stay upbeat,
But it is so hard while walking these empty streets.
But I know that they are right,
And though no love is in my sight,
I will keep making myself better,
So I will be perfect when I find her.


and then heres a shorter one i like better than that one:

Snowy white
Much like a kite
The snowflake drifts
Around the current, on the lips,
Of the soft, gentle wind.
Slowly, like a starry world,
It flips and gleams and twirls
And like an angel it burns brightly
With a light of white, so lightly,
Falling down from the murky sky above.
And reflecting upon its short lived life
Without pain or fear or strife,
It falls softly, contentedly upon my waiting tongue. 

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Drug addicted teens,
life is better to be keen,
join the marines,
become a soldier,
or stay on drugs,
soon to be in a bag carried on a shoulder,
soon to be the worst of thugs,
no moms to give you hugs,
no school, no scholership,
just a no-good piece of s**t.
A soldier is the least you can become,
work together, become an army of one.
Most what you can become?
Serve your country.
The land of the free.
They served you, and you can't return the favor?
The army, they try to stop terrorists,
but we still got terrorists live here,
in the USA,
nobody's doing nothing,
not even the CIA,
they try and fail to stop other things,
like Bloods, Crips, and the KKK.
Help us, or help them.
No, don't do it for the wealth.
Do it for their and your own d**n selves.

You don't try to make peace.
But you instead drop bombs like we are in the middle east.
You need to give each others hugs and love.
But you only shake hands while wearing a glove.
Those who are rich in money,
and nothing else,
that have thier names carved into emblems,
use money to solve thier problems.
War will break out.
The wealthy,
use money,
to stay stealthy,
to be healthy,
from the chemical gas that is filling a child's lung,
it's true the youth die young.
The rich, the fools.
Money will not be a tool,
to save you from your death,
as you take your final breath,
the gas will go down your throat.
After that, you feel so light, you'll float.
Heaven? No.
You'll go so low.
Feel so cold.
Hell is where you will burn.
Fires will surround you and there will be no place to turn.
Money is no help to you now.
How did I get here? How?
You so selfish and think about yourself.
And now, there is a place where you fell,
you are burning in the depths of Hell.
Heaven is the place to go, instead,
now that you are dead in spirit,
was once rich in only money,
you are the poorest person in burning in the depths of Hell.

You are the greatest friend of all,
An assassin comes for you,
my guards will come too.
If you are on the highest riff,
on the highest cliff,
and you slip and hang on for your life.
In my grip, I will never,
EVER,
let you down!
I looked in your eyes,
and what I found,
absolutely no lies,
a soul as clear as the skies.
If I found no sound,
in your pulse.
I will cry out for mercy.
Zues!
Bhudda!
God!
I will shout,
Kill me now!
The friend I can't live without!
The friend did so much for the community,
and made history.
No death will come for me.
Craziness, it couldn't be.
I can't see.
People think I'm delirious,
but I'm so d**n serious!
You did what was best for the world.
You killed the hunger for all the boys and girls.
When I talk to you,
when I open my arms, my soul, or my mouth,
my love for you rains out.

Going to the dungeons where nobody goes.
And only the baddest outlaws are the ones that I chose.
Some of the baddest individuals on the planet we said.
Best believe that or give a d**n if we cared!
We go down there,
we kick some,
we give em the fight stare,
fight em off to where they came from.
We search the place like we on a tour.
We knock down traps and push caps galore.
I'll X your face to make you learn you better.
My sword so sharp it cut through leather.
Monsters and witches try 'n kill us.
But we stab em in there gut cause we do what we must.

[Neo]

goblet, before you start trung to spout off on politics and society, try learning a thing or two so you dont sound like a leftist moron.

[Em]

goblet, before you start trung to spout off on politics and society, try learning a thing or two so you dont sound like a leftist moron.

Come on, I don't want to see another fight between you two!  >:(

Emily~*
Funny, Playful, Determined, Laid Back
Friends of Kevin Ryman, Wolf, Monica Grace, Creepy, Miranda, and Annie.
Lover of books, computers, and friends
Who feels bored at home, happy at school, hyper with friends
Who needs family, friends, and space
Who gives friendship, advice, and bruises
Who fears death, losing friends, and elevators
Who would like to see Florida, Colorado, and England
Who lives in the country on a long windy road
*~(last name)

(This is my auto-bio poem, the only poem I've ever written... :P)

[Neo]

(theres not gonna be a fight, i just cant stand when people spout off porpaganda with no basis in reality for their warped, illogical ideas, thats all.)

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Its only poetry! You don't have to go so deep and try to be negative in any way possible! Geez.

[Em]

Ohh wow, what is this... Another fight just as I had predidcted!

There is no right and wrong in poetry so both of you shut up!

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Em, what you said was my point. Besides, Neo provoked the fight. I mean, he is not going to expect me to say, "Oh you're right. I should do research so I don't become a moron." Is he?

[Neo]

whatever, just forget it, i was having a bad day, im sorry for what i wrote.

[_Lavender_]

My, my, my... -.-  *sighz...*

Here's one I posted on another site. I wrote it recently, upon the subject of these kids I saw in the store, the other week. They were picking of this little child... Anywayz, it really bugged me, reminded me of horrible and suicidal times of my own. Anyway, I know you're all bored of ''Lav Ramblings''.  LmAo.


StorY
Written out of boredom. Time is of no moment.

Entry One
Why is it, that none understand,
Why it is, there is this blade in my hand?
You hurt me, you teased,
And now you will see,
What the price is,
For doing that to me.

Into my pillow,
Each night I wept,
Wishing for some place,
My troubles could be swept.

My place was never found,
I'm all alone in this world,
To never sleep is never sound,
Darkness, in my corner I will curl.


Entry Two
Diary, you will never guess,
What I saw today,
It may seem hopeless,
But what can I say?

Today I found a friend, Diary,
She's really nice, you'll see,
I think she might be caring,
She actually listens to me.

I think I've made a friend,
Diary, you know how lucky that is,
I hope our friendship will never end,
I wonder what Mommy will says.

Entry Three
I did what Mommy told me,
I told my friend to go to hell,
I don't have any friends now,
I'm not supposed to tell.

I got in trouble for what Mommy said,
The school teacher said, "That's not nice, you see,"
He didn't understand,
Mommy said friends will only make you bleed.

All the kids hate me Diary,
They call me dirty names,
All the kids hate me, Diary,
I am the monkey in all their games.

I wish somebody had told me, Diary,
That what Mommy said was not always right,
I wish I was not always so skinny and wiry,
Then maybe I could win some fights.

Entry Four
I skipped school today Diary,
I'm so tired of playing,
I only wish I had known what to do, Diary,
I should have thought of good times – sweet grandma, skirts swishing and swaying...

The school nurse said I had Mommy's temper,
That hitting others was bad,
So why could Mommy do it then,
Hit me until I would bleed and whimper,
Why wasn't she spanked and made sad?

I stayed home while Mommy went to work,
Waiting tables at the local café,
I stayed home and looked over my hurts,
Wondering what trouble I would get into today.

Entry Five
I found this knife in the school kitchen,
I asked for it to cut my bread,
Nobody would listen,
So I got it myself instead.

I sat all alone,
At the broken table near the music stage,
I should have known,
That the table was my teasing cage.

Kids teased me a lot,
I didn't know what to do,
So I stood up with this knife,
Said, "You don't know how to feel, do you?"

I told them they'd be sorry,
Told them I'd make them feel bad,
I told them that I was sad,
We're all human, or are we?

My old friend said she didn't care,
Said I was only playing,
She said that I was too scared,
I could only play naming games.
She could care less, in her linens and lace,
While I struggled for bread, and was too sick for a foot-race.

I showed her,
Yes I did,
I slashed my wrist right then and there,
They all gasped as I bled.

I lay here now, all alone,
The doctor said Mommy wouldn't come,
That's okay,
I know she has work to get done.

It's getting cold,
I wish there was someone to hold my hand,
I wish being scared wasn't so old,
I wanted to, just once more, be able to stand.

The doctor says it's no good,
This girl is going to die,
They did all they could,
But now, I have to say goodbye...


***

Randomness::

Each night into a pillow, a lost soul weeps.
Each night into solitude, glittering eyes close to sleep.
We are beings of confusion,
Our morals and principals,
Faded and disillusioned.






We all cry,
We all fight and deceive,
Until we make a mockery out of every possibility,
And there is nothing left to believe.





I wring my sheets,
Kick my feet,
Hit my hands.
Even as I may dream,
I am tortured by demands.

[Neo]

wow that first one...wow...that was my childhood put to lyrics...d**n i feel sad now...

but anyway, that was an extremely well written poem Lav, one of the best ive ever read, even better than a lot of professional ones ive read.

[_Lavender_]

Ah, thanks hun. It's a personal thing, I was extremely wary of posting it at all on the other site, and even more so on here, for there are so many people, with so many opinions.. Wellz, there's a look into my odd little diary, lolz :P :-*


Wuvs,
Wav.

[Neo]

if theres anything ive noticed, its that this site is full of people who have had expierences like you and i, so things like that are usually well recieved and understood for what they are and what they truly mean to the writer.

btw, what do you think of my 2?