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Poems! (:
Summer
It is the days of sunshine where the sun smiles brightly on Earth giving that cozy warmth. It is the time that we stay out late with our sweethearts. As night-fall arrives, the small streets shine slick black couples crowd the aisles the air is filled with romance we sit under the clear night sky speaking words of love like angels wishing upon a star. It is the time of the year when we revisit the silky beaches that we’ve always loved and where we’d build our little sand castles. It is the time to cherish your loved ones It is the season to shine and shake off the cold memories. It is summer... |
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So you want everyone to post poems in this thread? Any topic in particular? Or just any?
Later, T.I.M
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One way Ticket
theres nothing else left except three bullets and an angel's voice cold blue steel pressed against my skin my ticket to your arms again im begging you to wait for me what about here? whats wrong with this? i don't see you. i can't feel you. what's wrong with us? i remember now. it was me all along, and nothing else. so, what's the problem? it's hard to say but i think we'll fix it soon watching the time pass just measuring when we will be back together again and the thunder cries, i'm on my way where'd you go? i don't see you Not any closer. Just turn yourself around. There's nothing to see. Please, don't come any closer. Let's minimize the casualties. I remind you of someone? You don't look familiar to me. Again, i say don't come closer. There's been too many tragedies. What's behind the curtain? My own reflection, my biggest adversary. That's absurd. What more can i say? Should I lie? And scream SANCTITY? You don't know everything. And you remind me of me. I beg you, not a step closer. You're my sworn enemy. |
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****ing
Somewhere here in all this isolation and anger and disappointment, I've found just a small corner of peace. Not a grand boulder of it, no gleaming giant nugget from the muddy stream. Just a tiny sparkling dab that makes things bearable for the moment. I just had the compulsion all of a sudden to disconnect. I was like the man ****ing into the wind who suddenly decides that I might be better served to do a 180 and **** downwind. No need to keep wetting your pant leg time and time again, and hell, face it, you're not impressing anyone with all that **** stream anyway. No, everybody else is too busy ****ing their own streams. Like you, they enjoy hearing the splatter of their **** against electronic walls. So, fade away old hoss and let them all **** in peace, let them expend their used fluid essence without the troublesome clatter of your own harsh effluent smacking reality. It's not good to get too wound up in anything. I was getting too wound up in the posting boards. It became like a ritual to fire the browser up shortly after awakening each day and to go see what had been said. Sometimes, to go see if anyone had commented on your lately offering. More times than not they had not, of course, because most were busy ****ing their owns streams, or sometimes commenting on the **** stream of someone who was a big ****er. But of course, if you're a big ****er, you could dribble a couple drops down your trouser fly and get attaboys out the ***. That's the way it works in ****ville. So, happy trails and happy ****ing to all. I'm ****ing in a new corner for the time being. A solitary corner. But then animals mark their territory with scent that way and may that's what I'm doing. link= http://www.jimchandler.net/southern/page17.html
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i'm a bit more depressing than that.
Disappear Deep green eyes, fringed with sapphire and dappled with gold, They turn away. Delicate ears, so mischievous at times and tender when she listens, Shut me out. Lips a pinkish red, with a voice like a prized music box, Close forever. Shimmering gold hair, floating on a non-existent breeze, Vanish behind a door. A dark door, heavy oak and steel, Locked. A special key, intricate and irreplaceable, Shattered and gone. Scratches and gashes, pepper the keyhole, In vain. Broken tools, a jackhammer, a knife, Lay broken. And I am afraid I am about to join them. Weekends on the Bench Sitting on the sculpted park bench, “Yes” she says. Her small figure leaning, pressing Gaze of swirling opal and emerald Sinking deep into me Feeding my fire The warmth, her warmth Follows me Into the icy world, As if the AC was turned low, I still feel my heart glowing, But then, it fades fast, The cutting chill gashes my arms, I feel the warmth leaving me While I wait through the night Wrapped tightly in blankets, Yet still on ice… “I can’t” she says Tremors surge from her epicenter The columns holding up the sky shatter And a downpour begins, As my hands vainly attempt to wipe away her tears Or is it my own tears? I scurry to escape, But I am chained. By memories of orange starburst, Of cherry bottle caps, mochas, and her gaze Her gaze of stormy seas, And the shifting opal that is sinking through its depths As I strain on the bonds.
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I wrote this awhile ago. I wrote in Italian also.
Pang of Conscience (A poem by Danny Redman Jr. (This does not Rhyme in Italian, LOL) My son, my son My dearest one When evening comes and the night is dim You’ll see yourself as you’ve always been Laying silent in your bed Thoughts of life spring through your head Oh son, oh son My rueful one Think deep think strong Think of all that you’ve done wrong Feel the pain feel the loss Feel the hurt and all it cost Oh son, oh son My embittered one Take the anger let it out Impair yourself, scream and shout Let the rage command your head Clench until your bodies red And when your eyes are locked in tears You’ll comprehend your deepest fears Oh son, oh son My guileless one Delve into them and learn they’re grasp Gaze on the nails that secure they’re hasp Pull them pry them break them loose wrench from your soul they’re nonage noose Oh son, oh son My jaded one Relax breath free breath calm Relax breath full breath long And when all is still your body calm Your waning thoughts are nearly gone Close your eyes and drift away You’ll wake again to a brand new day When morning comes and the sky is bright You’ll see yourself in a whole new light Oh son, oh son My mindful one My son, my son My dearest one "Rimorso di coscienza" Una poesia di Danny Redman Jr. (This actually Ryhmes in english) Figlio, figlio Mio carissimo figlio Quando giunge la sera e la notte è scura Vedrai te stesso come sempre sei stato Disteso in silenzio sul letto I pensieri della vita saltano alla mente Figlio, figlio Mio addolorato figlio Immergiti in pensieri lucidi e profondi Pensa agli errori che hai commesso Prova il dolore prova la perdita Prova la sofferenza e il suo prezzo Figlio, figlio Mio amareggiato figlio Afferra la rabbia, tirala fuori Esternala con urla e grida fino a scoppiare Lascia che la furia prenda il sopravvento Non mollare la presa fino a quando il tuo corpo non diventa rosso E quando gli occhi saranno prigionieri delle lacrime Comprenderai le tue paure più recondite Figlio, figlio Mio onesto figlio Scava dentro di esse e impara a domarle Scruta tra le viti che chiudono i suoi lucchetti Forzali e spezzali strappa quei lacci che da tempo opprimono la tua anima Figlio, figlio Mio stanco figlio Rilassati, respira liberamente e con calma Rilassati, respira profondamente e a lungo E quando tutto tace e il corpo è calmo I pensieri, affievoliti, ti abbandoneranno Chiudi gli occhi e lasciati trasportare Ti sveglierai all'alba di un nuovo giorno Quando giunge il mattino e il cielo è limpido Vedrai te stesso sotto una nuova luce Figlio, figlio Mio conscio figlio Figlio, figlio Mio carissimo figlio
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I guess I shall post two on here as well.
This one is a called snow. Snow. The blinding white, the cold touch of death, this wasteland is forever known, as something that used to be, yet, no longer a man, Just something stripped of life, the scars that cross my heart, just remind me of you, so when you look across, you won't see I am there, my grave, my life, passing by into the lies of pain, something that just becomes covered, with the steel touch of a cry, if everything is taken away, nothing is left, but the snow on my grave. Tears. These tears, drown me out, and drown you out. How is it I am too see? If my vision is blurred, All I can see is red, it's starting to go black, I ask myself this so many times. It shouldn't be me, but how can this be? You lied to me, I've bled so many times, for what? As my open cuts scream, all I can remember, is the hate you gave to me, the tears we were both shedding. Oh how I wish, you could see, Do you think I am a man? With the scars on my heart, from the endless ocean of depression, I can't thank you enough, For the pain you put me through, yet the suffering has just long passed, As my world grows dark, My hearing vapourizes into nothing, The last to come from my eyes, are nothing but tears of blood. Yes, I know they suck, and are quite long. Yet, tears just came off the top of my head, and snow well, that's for you to decide. Blade. |
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Take a walk outside
it's snowing lightly I'm freezing so bad my goosebumps are getting unsightly. So it's about time to go back inside where it's a nice even 70 get a cup of hot chocolate and use it as your cold remedy
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Why? Why did you come into my life? You made me love you. You told me, someday, you'll be my wife. But I just can't believe you. Why do you call me your friend? I don't want to be that. You tell me, sometimes, that you love me. But you just act like that. Why did I change myself? I feel lost and hopeless. I told you that, sometimes, I cut myself. You also cut your wrists. Why won't you accept me? I'm just like you in most ways. We both feel, all the time, totally worthless. But you are not in any way. Why don't you like yourself? I have a reason to hate me: you. You don't seem to, any time, tell me what's wrong. But every time, I tell you. Why do I still live today? Does anyone like me? I'll tell you that, always, I will like you. And you say you like me. Why are you with someone bad? You know he's bad for you. You tell me that, every day, he's abusive and mean to you. Why don't you understand that I'm not? Based on a true story. Some day, I will tell you how it ends.
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and the saga continues
maybe she aint the brightest bulb in the pack overlookin' something that could turn out to be a miracle maybe she's flits around too much missing out on what's good as she zips by in a dizzy craze maybe she diguises herself as a different girl thinking she needs to act the way characters do on TV maybe she's never really been herself maybe faking her way through her life's days
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