Got Poetry.....?

[InnocentBetrayal]

Okay this is a board you can post poetry and people can review it or stuff. I'll post one of my many poems first. I think its okay, but w/e

Let me know how it is.




Crushed everyday
Broken bones unable to be fixed
The pain slowly spreading through your body
Dipped in acid
Your skin slowly shredding away
Tears of blood
Words of hate and confusion
Trembling in fear
Days growing longer
Nights growing shorter
You feel like you are nothing
Not important to this cruel world
Spat upon
Kicked when you have fallen
Mocked and abused for feeling
Everyone has felt this
Now I know why everyone hates it so much
It is unbearable
Killing you slowly day by day
Minute by minute inside
Love has gone away
It will not come back
It was a feeling I once had
Replaced by numbness
Ignoring the truth makes things worse
And lying is almost as bad
Head down in your knees
Crying your eyes out
That’s a night to remember
Did you even know you made me this way?
Made me so twisted inside that I miss you
Instead of hating you like I should
Instead of forgetting you like I should
Do you like what I have become?
Do you feel like you accomplished something?
Maybe I am to blind, but I do not see anything gained in this
Gained by your stupid games
Playing with my emotions
Pulling my strings
Even at this point I still like you
Does that make me an idiot?
Does that make me a fool?
My friends all say it has
They insult you everyday thinking I want it
Thinking I need it
But at points I can’t stand it and defend you
Are you happy now?
Are you happy that I fell for you?
I know I am weak
But I hope I will one day become strong enough
Strong enough to forget you
Strong enough to forget everything……
But right here
And right now
I can’t help but say
I need you

[oshman187]

Glad you made the thread. Beautiful poem.

[InnocentBetrayal]

aww thankies ^_^

[merryann]

Great poem. :)

[CrimsonDawn427]

I like it... very powerful!

[howsh_]

The poem is good. I used to write. I would post but I lost all my old stuff. :(

[InnocentBetrayal]

The poem is good. I used to write. I would post but I lost all my old stuff. :(

aww that sucks :(

[moshun]

Nice, I like it. A lot in there I can definitely relate to on a personal level.. especially the part about your friends telling you things they think you need to hear.

[orange_black]

This is NOT my poem... i heard a comedian say it a long time ago... cant remember his name. HOWEVER, it is the best poem i ever heard/read.

"Van Halen"

Sammy....

Eddie....

Eddie's Brother ....

And the other dude.

/end

hahahahahaha classic :)

[InnocentBetrayal]

Nice, I like it. A lot in there I can definitely relate to on a personal level.. especially the part about your friends telling you things they think you need to hear.

its always nice to have people that can actually relate to what your saying, because then it give it more feeling and emotion

[howsh_]

aww that sucks :(

Yeah, I used to keep all my stuff in a big spiral notebook, but I moved and lost it. I never started back up again.

[merryann]

I'd post up a poem but I'm lazy. :/ I never kept a book... though I should. How long have you been writing Innocent?

[InnocentBetrayal]

umm since about two years ago

[InnocentBetrayal]

Yeah, I used to keep all my stuff in a big spiral notebook, but I moved and lost it. I never started back up again.

aww u should of typed it up and saved it on a disk. Thats what i did....

[Mikey803]

I am not good with poetry...
...I suck at it

[InnocentBetrayal]

awww thats okay, u want me to post another? =P

[merryann]

Yeah, I used to keep all my stuff in a big spiral notebook, but I moved and lost it. I never started back up again.
Aw I want to hear what Mr. howsh has! Guys+Poetry=Amazingness.

[howsh_]

aww u should of typed it up and saved it on a disk. Thats what i did....

Yeah. In retrospect, I wish I would have done that. It want just poems though.I wrote a lot of stories too.

And sorry merryann. I'd gladly post my stuff if I had them.

[merryann]

Yeah. In retrospect, I wish I would have done that. It want just poems though.I wrote a lot of stories too.

And sorry merryann. I'd gladly post my stuff if I had them.
No sorry needed. We all know you're a wonderful writer anyway.

[InnocentBetrayal]

I feel it again
I can sense it
A death among us
Not just one
But two
A life so fragile
It is gone in an instant
With nothing left
But memories of last words
Hold your breath
For just a second
Can you feel it
Crawling deep within you
Its death
But its not your time
You still feel it
It will never go away
Even when you’re gone
Still longing for a purpose
Sometimes slow
Sometimes fast
Everyday another is gone
And yet another is born
Life never ending
The wheel never stopping
Is its truly a sense?
Or more of a feeling
Know that death and life
Are around us all the time
My heart is still beating
But barely
It will soon be my time
Last seconds of air
Last view of this
Some can’t take it
Some live for it
My time is growing near
My body slowly freezing
Tears fall down my face
One last look
Shut my eyes
I know now why I live
But it all must end
Death

[howsh_]

No sorry needed. We all know you're a wonderful writer anyway.

You don't KNOW that I'm a wonderful writer, but thanks nonetheless.

[merryann]

You don't KNOW that I'm a wonderful writer, but thanks nonetheless.
Yes, I do. :) Don't argue with me.

^^ Very intense poem. :)

[InnocentBetrayal]

thanks, it was about my grandpa's death

[merryann]

thanks, it was about my grandpa's death
Oh no... I'm sorry if "intense" isn't appropriate for the occasion.
I'm sorry about your grandpa. I think I wrote a poem about my grandpa when he died also, but that was for school.

[InnocentBetrayal]

oic, i also wrote one for my grandma as well

[merryann]

Aw, you are such a sweetheart.

[darkangel]

Okay this is a board you can post poetry and people can review it or stuff. I'll post one of my many poems first. I think its okay, but w/e

Let me know how it is.


wow, your writing is actually really good. It reminds me of some of my old writings.

I wrote this when I was in high school (1990)

What is this ?
I see before me (I try to look around)
Nothing but a simple heartbreak .
I’M scared (I guess) but not for me .
for the girl who’s won my heart .
she might just say
“Angel take ease” because I’m so scared
but, not so much to show .
I cover it with anger
and then I piss it out
and what is this that does this to me ?
I sit here (tired) in a school
(of dread) soon it will end
and then I miss it
but only on Saturday and occasionally on Sunday
or was that visa-versa ?
I don’t know “why” ? I ask nobody
and that’s all I can say
some people are nice
and (others) are not.
But only when they are dealt with .
I feel IM in a little cage with weird animals ,
in there the years are slow but time flies,
I dream of bleeding hazel eyes

[darkangel]

forgot to subscribe...:p

[InnocentBetrayal]

omgz that was so good! i love it!

[InnocentBetrayal]

I wrote this for my Grandma who died..


A stench of death
The sound of pain
The taste of fear
The touch of bones
Secrets kept inside
Locked with a key
Whispers of truth written on the back of our eyelids
Everyone could see this coming
Yet it could not be prevented
Time has run its course
Her body screams for death
Get rid of this pain
Wondering glances
Curious thoughts
Ten spots the say
Ten spots of this cruel sickness
Patience is all she has now
Waiting out
Counting down her last days
Everyone was blinded by hope
Could not see the truth
But I saw past the hope
I could sense something was wrong
But I dare not spoke of despair
Let it burn my insides for thinking such thoughts
She has survived this once, but she has grown weaker
Her body can’t fight it
Memories of who she was and what she has done will permanently live in our mind
Not as a scar, but as
Laughter
Joy
Lessons
Tears
Anger
Pain
Still time goes on
The sun still shines
Soon we will learn to move on
And go on with our lives
With smiles on our faces
Knowing she is looking down on us with her husband
I will miss you
Grandma

[FallenAce]

Most of the stuff I wrote in my youth actually followed the standard stanza, non-prose style. There is nothing wrong with what you guys have written, but I'm curious if you ever write in traditional stanzas with a rhyming scheme, as opposed to free verse.

I'll share one, just to say I did.

I wrote this for my ex-girlfriend about 7 years ago. We're dating again now.

"Katy"

Just to hold your hand, my love
There's nothing I won't do
To intertwine our fingers
And tell you "I love you"

Just to hold your hand, my love
Or gently touch your face
Just to have you in my arms
In a slumbering embrace

Just to hold your hand, my love
You're always on my mind
Standing there in silence
As I embrace you from behind

Just to hold your hand, my love
To kiss away your tears
For us to share our hopes and dreams
Along with all our fears

Just to hold your hand, my love
And gently touch your lips
To touch you very softly
With my fingertips

Just to hold your hand, my love
And to make you understand
I would give up everything
If just to hold your hand

[InnocentBetrayal]

omg that was adorable!

um, i don't like writing poems like that. It's not my style. I tried it before, and it didnt work out so well. So i like free style best.

[frostywolf]

Most of the stuff I wrote in my youth actually followed the standard stanza, non-prose style. There is nothing wrong with what you guys have written, but I'm curious if you ever write in traditional stanzas with a rhyming scheme, as opposed to free verse.

I actually used to write a lot of poems in standard stanza, I'm not too good at free verse myself, imo. A bit of limitations helps me keep my ideas on track, I think. Nice poem, btw, I like the rhythm of it. Catchy.

[FallenAce]

Thanks. I have an entire notebook of stuff, with pages stuffed in from other times when I didn't have the notebook handy. I'm glad I wrote that stuff down. It's fun to look back at how warped the world seemed when I was in high school.

[darkangel]

very deep.

One of my favorite works about a loved one's death is "not even the trees" by Hootie and the Blowfish. Sad that such a talented band is so unknown.

Here is one of the last poems I wrote a couple years ago. it has a bit more rhyming in it, but it certainly one of my favorite works.

The Dimensions of my mind
Are deeper than you see
But for an untamed chaos
Raging to be free
Loathe for world
Love for self
Desire everything
Except for wealth
Needing solitude to settle days
And great surroundings to clear the haze
Hating all and love the same
To you this just appears insane
I try to rack my heavy brain
Unwrap the things that make me sane
Would you like me just the same?
Maybe you don’t understand
While you try to follow Jesus’ plan
In this life I’m my only fan
And I’m living as the best I can
But most important you should see
Who loves me best needs to be me
While you judge, sit, gauche and stare
Just know I just don’t ****ing care
So wallow back to your bunny hole
Hang your cross and save your soul
God and I will chat someday
He’ll ask me to answer for the things I say
And like the rest I will bow down
Waiting for his sorted frown
Expecting nothing less than hell
And thinking I deserve it well
I’ll say to him “I’m not skin deep”
“I’m not a breathing, walking heap”
“A pile of flesh that has no mind”
“Another ghost formed from mankind”
I am the power that you gave”
“An intellect so un-depraved”
“I may not have gone to church to weep”
“Or read your book till I could sleep”
“I wasn’t holy or righteous either”
“By your own regards I was neither”
“But my heart was right, my mind was good”
“And by all means misunderstood”
“I believe that I did all that I could do”
“And that’s want you really wanted me to do”

[Stewie]

As I Open My Eyes:

As I open my eyes to world I'm alone
I have no where to call my home
I'm just a blip in the universe
I wonder if anyone would ever miss me
I don't think anyone would even sing a sad song to remember me
I'm not to blind to see
No one would even think of me
I'm crying in the corner out of luck and out of time
This will be my final rhyme

[Chthonic]

to write in bound form:
generally seen as a
great big waste of time

[McDreads]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
They can be green
If you mess with the hue.

[moshun]

I wrote this back in my sophmore year in high school. It was for speech class, and we had the choice of going up on stage to read our poems in front of the teacher's other classes. Okay, here it goes...

There once was a girl named Babs
And everyone said she had crabs
She kept them at bay
With a can of roach spray
And that's the story of Babs
With her crabs

I agreed to go up on stage with that poem, which kinda surprised my teacher (myself included!).... but in the end I backed out of it because I knew that poem was totally ****ty and nobody would probably find it funny except for myself. Yeah... go me!

[Stewie]

That was a funny poem lol.

[KampfVerein]

I'm a lot of things, but I think first and foremost I'm a writer. Links to my work:

deviantART

KampfVerein's Prose (http://kampfverein.deviantart.com/gallery/#_popular/literature/prose)
KampfVerein's Poetry (http://kampfverein.deviantart.com/gallery/#_popular/literature/poetry)


Semaphore Magazine

Issue 1 - Fortuna Crapula (http://www.freewebs.com/semaphoremagazine/archives.htm)
Issue 2 - Nothing Like The Sun? / Intergender Memo / Welcome Home, My Dear (http://www.freewebs.com/semaphoremagazine/currentissue.htm)


CRAM Magazine

Issue 2 - Death of the American Novel (http://cram-mag.com/issue-02.html)
Issue 3 - Fearless (http://cram-mag.com/issue-03.html)


The Roundtable Review

May 2007 - Review of Kapka Kassabova's "Geography for the Lost" (UNAVAILABLE)
July to August 2007 - Review of Jack Mapanje's "Beasts of Nalunga" (http://roundtablereview.co.uk/roundtable/article.php?Code=107)


That Videogame Blog (ROCK BAND-RELATED CONTENT)

Faking The Band - A Question of Semantics [4/15/08] (http://www.thatvideogameblog.com/2008/04/14/faking-the-band-a-question-of-semantics-41508/)
Faking The Band - Hellbent for albums! [4/22/08] (http://www.thatvideogameblog.com/2008/04/19/faking-the-band-hellbent-for-albums-42208/)
Faking The Band - The bizarre pack? [4/29/08] (http://www.thatvideogameblog.com/2008/04/25/faking-the-band-the-bizarre-pack-42908/)
Random Encounters #1: The danceable wasteland... (http://www.thatvideogameblog.com/2008/04/16/random-encounters-1-the-danceable-wasteland/)


And a bit of haiku to ensure you're not bored by all these damned lists:

THE LECTURE

See that tail peeking
from behind the podium?
Surely pretencile.

[FallenAce]

We had to write Choka Waka poetry when I was in college. If you like Haiku, which is shortened Waka, you'd probably like Choka Waka poetry as well.

I was a language major in college: English, Japanese, German and Latin. My degree is in Japanese.

Language is fun!

[InnocentBetrayal]

o i remember haiku's! you should post one!

[InnocentBetrayal]

would anyone like me to post another one of my poems??

[CrimsonDawn427]

yes post more!

[InnocentBetrayal]

haha kay! h/o

[CrimsonDawn427]

Yeah!!! =)

[merryann]

Yeah!!! =)
Hi new friend. :)

[CrimsonDawn427]

Hey!!!! :D

[InnocentBetrayal]

As she gazes with curious eyes
Her heart accelerates and pounds in her chest
Her mind flooded by questions
Questions to feared to ask
Hope pulsing through her veins
You’re the reason why she loves to dream
Just one mention of your name and a smile crawls upon my lips
You make
My tongue into knots
My stomach clutter with butterflies
My skin to tingle
My brain turn to mush
My mouth to clamp shut
This is what happens
Every time I see you
Praying that you will like me just as much
Crush

[CrimsonDawn427]

Yeah Poem! Wow that was so cute! 10 out of 10

[frostywolf]

Random Encounters #1: The danceable wasteland... (http://www.thatvideogameblog.com/2008/04/16/random-encounters-1-the-danceable-wasteland/)[/I]


I liked this piece a lot. I saw you had some more journalistic/critical-type writing in there so I'll probably check that out in the near future. There's too many rules in journalism for me, but props for being able to do it well.

[IslandBoy91]

Poetry's never really been my thing...Never found one that spoke to me...I've written a few for English classes, but none of them are worth posting...

So here's some Vogon Poetry, the 3rd worst form of poetry in the entire galaxy:
(This will go right over your head if you haven't read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy)

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

lol, Couldn't resist :D

[frostywolf]

Poetry's never really been my thing...Never found one that spoke to me...I've written a few for English classes, but none of them are worth posting...

So here's some Vogon Poetry, the 3rd worst form of poetry in the entire galaxy:
(This will go right over your head if you haven't read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy)

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

lol, Couldn't resist :D

LOL! Great Book, by the way. You win 10 awesome points. This also reminds me that I need to finish Restaraunt at the End of the Galaxy sometime.

[IslandBoy91]

I need to find [and then read] The last two books of the series, "So long and thanks for all the fish" and "Mostly Harmless" They don't have a copy at my school or town library so I'll probably end up ordering "The Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide" It's all 5 books in a leather-bound hardcover, gold accented work of art, It kind of looks like a fancy bible...But way cooler, lol.
/end hijack

[KampfVerein]

I liked this piece a lot. I saw you had some more journalistic/critical-type writing in there so I'll probably check that out in the near future. There's too many rules in journalism for me, but props for being able to do it well.

Many thanks. I'm more of a contributor/columnist for TVGB than a journalist. I agree that there are far too many rules. Like fact-checking, for instance. Dreadful practice.

[frostywolf]

Many thanks. I'm more of a contributor/columnist for TVGB than a journalist. I agree that there are far too many rules. Like fact-checking, for instance. Dreadful practice.

I always hated fact checking. Still though, it's cool that you're actually doing some columns for an actual blog like that.

[mercuryshadow09]

In Dream's

In dream' i see her face.
Awake now the thought i can't replace.
In dream's she is there.
I awake and she's not here.
In dream's i feel her caress.
I awake my heart in distress.
In dream's i hear her call.
Awake my hope's fall.
In dream's she is home.
Then i awake to find myself alone.

[Charron]

Here's a few I wrote for a college poetry class. And, well, I got an A. First one actually got published in the college's literary arts magazine, and not just because I was on the production staff! ;)

Farm

When I was older
And summer winds pledged
A whisper-cool heat
Between the treetops of silos
On the old family farm
I would sit at attention
In the upstairs
Blue carpet bedroom
Until daybreak

Father would protect
The cows and sheep
From each other
On a giant rust coffin
With giant rust wheels
That assembled rigid stalks
Waving for escape
In shrunken tornadoes
Until dinnertime

And then mother
Could steal the cows
And cause a meal
Brown meat and bread
Sweet vegetables
With matching ale
The radio told us all
The dramas we needed
To make pleasant dreams

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Echo (Sonnet #3)

You came to me to cry upon my sleeve
'Cause someone had enough of your old game
And got your things boxed up and made you leave.
So now you look for someone else to blame,
Dear Hera, instead of looking at you.
And I thought that it had been rather strange
Those faults he had were never something new.
I offered advice, I want you to change
But you don't want the pity I'm sellin'.
So I guess I won't listen anymore,
'Cause I can't buy the story you're tellin'
When you sold it a million times before.

I can't believe that I used to trust you,
I can't believe that I once believed you.

====

Honest Bob
(In defense of Honest Bob and the Factory-to-Dealer Incentives)

Hey, let me be honest. I just think
You don't quite catch the nod and wink
When these country mo-fos try and say
That mister Pollard saves the day
He ain't no hero, but that's okay.

It don't look right to go and argue
That their songs don't appeal to you
When it's just because you're not a geek
They won't make you laugh when they speak
Of time cubes and Tatooine each week.

I will deny the claims their singing is rough
Just because everyone knows they're not tough
I get by just fine hearing their message
And every quip they hide in an adage
Those are just the benefits of language.

Just like that, you broke my brain
Having 43 reasons still to complain
Saying it's acceptable for you to rant
Playing it over and over while you chant
About bands I'd hate to love, but can't.

So thanks for the letter you sent today
That really had nothing new to say
But an opinion I could, just like that, ignore
And toss aside on the chair or the floor
Since I don't want to hear it any more.

====

And some haiku.

Is global warming
Really that bad, debated
The sun-tanned penguin

Robin flies swiftly
Over green trees and mountains
Right behind Batman

Paper cups like stars
Fall in grand constellations
Erwin Wurm (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7iiF8U6y_U) was here

[Quinarvy]

Three pieces I wrote after a grandpa and uncle dying. Then some ass holes posted a video on YouTube and now everyone in school is mocking me for 2 months about there **** video. Anyway, heres the poems. (Based on GNR's Coma to some degree). Edit: Sorry for the long post, but I just feel these three pieces need to be put up together.

Fly on Dreams
Whats going on?
With my head?
Am I in a crossroads?
Living to be dead?
Whats going on with my mind?

Whats with all these nightmares
They all seem so real
Losing so many people
I'm beginning to no longer feel
Maybe if I started losing it
I'd begin to feel better
No, thats not the anwser
I just wish my mind would stop
Being a dancer

Lost all my thoughts
As I'm swimming in a purple haze
Theres a sea of fire going on
And if I tread its just to much

All these thoughts inside my head
Can't say any of them until I'm dead
Infact why are though so many
Voices all around
When from me there won't come a sound?

Why am I living so lost in this hell
With walls as steep as a well
While I'm waiting for someone to save me
But everyone berates me

So why am I just waiting here
Shaking with rage
Why can't my thoughts leave this cage
Why is the river so beautiful now
And all that was isn't anymore?

Why are so many people being cruel
Make me look like a fool?
Why can't I even see
Even though my eyes are wide open

Sleeping on a happy little cloud
Flying with my dreams
But in each I lose someone else
And I don't even know why
Why the hell I'm ****ing shunned
At everything why people I can talk to
Are all taken away when I need them most
When everything that shouldn't happens

What the **** is going on?!

Maybe I should plot a revenge
Take 'em down
Kill their minds
Just like they did to mine

Well no one listens anymore
Because its so hard to live
Yet so easy to die
Maybe I can fly on my dreams
And leave this world once and for all
Because maybe they'd be better without me

Well I gave them plenty of warning
A hell of alot of signs
Cause now I've got **** to lose
No one can heal these broken memories
And I'm done taking this one last chance ride
The one way ticket to my suicide

Jump Into The River

I bled tears today
The pain is all thats real
I hate it all
But I needed to see
Is there anything left of me
That can still bleed
Or is this just some foolish act
When I got my life in the air
A soul on my back
Because nothing makes sense no more
And all I ever wanted was to be 'cool'
While now I realize I was just a damn fool

What's going on?
Where the **** am I?
Am I stuck in this hell hole of a world
Or is this some a trick way to sly?

They all are by my side
Saying come back
No need to die
But I can't even think
Because my heart will just sink
All I needed was a peace of mind
But they all took it away with their
Lack of being kind
And I hate myself
And I hate them all
They'll just let me die
They'll just let me fall

Hey! Get the **** away from me
No I don't care about others anymore
Why the **** should I?
They all just back stab me anyway!

So thats my little story
My little cry
The only way for me to sigh
I can't believe what they did
And all I can believe is that its real
For I can barely feel
Because were all just born to die
But now I need to know
Why the **** why?

What did I just say?
No you can't ****ing help anymore
I'm ****ing gone
Now leave me alone!

Run
Jump
Run
Jump
Help me
Please
Why the **** is everyone gone?

You poured your damn emotions out
And no on even cared
About the little pout
Well now its to late for revenge
So now your just standing
With life on the edge

I'm outta here
Nothing good to stay for
Nothing will ****ing help me
Like this place anymore

So you say goodbye them
But they don't know why
And you wonder if anyone will cry
When your gone and dry
And when no one else can say goodbye
Running into a wall
That just has a sign
And the words just say
'Well your life is on the line'
And you fully understand
Cause your a Catcher in the Rye
A simple wallflower who just wanted to try
You lose all your thoughts
And your just lost
Because no one will come along for the ride
And no one listens when you say you die
Well you hate that theres no one around
And now its just time to go underground

Well you jump into the river
You jump in alone
And they'll be wondering
Why your not at home
And why your not on the phone
A few will be on the shore
To say goodbye once and nevermore
Wondering why did you did
But you felt like you needed to
And you don't really care about life no more
And you'll just leave all the messages on the floor
Cause now your running fast and your running free
Running off the bridge just to be free
And you know you didn't get this idea from me
Cause you hate it all and just wanna cry
Well guess what now it's time to die
So your running faster then ever before
Just so you can learn to fly
Because now your truly
Living like a suicide
And you don't care because now
You can get peace you need
And you can finally sleep

This one a friend helped me write, just to round up the "trilogy"
Kiss the Sky

Well they told us today
What just happened
They told us he ran off the bridge
And that he dug himself a ditch

They said he hated life
He couldn't deal with all the strife
That he couldn't live with all the lies
And all that could do was kiss the sky

What the hell happened?
Was it something that I did?
Should I have been there?
When it was all done and said?

What the hell happened?
Why is he gone?
Way to young to die
To be remembered by a song

Whats gonna happen
With family?
Will they be ok?
Will be able to be?

They shouldn't have done it
They just had their fun
And they made everyone leave him
When he needed someone most
And he's gone and just a ghost

I can't believe its happening
He such a good friend
I thought he might be here until the end
But now he's gone flying into the sky
And the last thing he said was
"Tomorrow I'll still be alive"

[frostywolf]

Not by me, but a personal favorite. Sorry, couldn't resist. 666th post.

"The Number of the Beast" by Iron Maiden
I left alone
My mind was blank
I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind

What did I see?
Can I believe?
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?

Just what I saw
In my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?

'Cause in my dreams it's always there!
The evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black was no use holding back.
Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist.
Was all this for real or some kind of hell?

666 - the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised.
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun - Satan's work is done

666 - the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
Seem to mesmerise, can't avoid their eyes
666 - the Number of the Beast
666 - the one for you and me

I'm coming back! I will return!
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn!
I have the fire, I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course

[InnocentBetrayal]

ooo that was good, who wrote it?

[raregamer]

A world of winds twist and turns everything in sight.

It holds A tragic lie which spins so high
it can even hurt a fly.

Holding on for dear life
trying to save anothers life.

A mother dead inside stays alive
with lies on her mind.
She can twist and turn all she likes,
but As this world turns
she hopes some day the truth can fly within time
to save a life.

Our lies hurt our insides,
though in time the truth will save us all.

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A key of solitude to hold you in place is a remedy to life to live day by day. It holds a feeling inside like a burning flame that will not blow out in any pain. From your heart to theirs a bond to share, your name will be remembered each and everyday. The life you hold impacted many in lots of ways. Think hard about a day that past many years from today. A memory cherished holds the secret of getting through. It is the key of life, a tale to be told for the rest of your life. You will be a light to be shared in a life of time for all of us to unlock.

So in the end, that is The Key of Life a memory for everyone to share. A happy time to laugh along about the fun times we carried on.

[frostywolf]

ooo that was good, who wrote it?

They're Iron Maiden lyrics. :D

[InnocentBetrayal]

They're Iron Maiden lyrics. :D

my bad, i just noticed "The Number of the Beast" by Iron Maiden
on top lol

[Mikey803]

coincidently my favorite # is six...which I find weird because I am a baptist.

[McDreads]

coincidently my favorite # is six...which I find weird because I am a baptist.
It's not like 6 is an evil number or anything....

Wait, you have a favorite number? That's kind of odd.....

[darkangel]

religious and superstitious (pretty much the same thing) people amuse me

[polishdog90]

Here is my original:

Blue Bananas,
Where are you?
Yellow Oranges,
What did I do?
Green Eggs,
Make me go poo.

I put my heart into that one so don't tear it apart too bad.

[InnocentBetrayal]

^ lmao.. that was awesome :p

[InnocentBetrayal]

Fireworks of blood
Floods of tears
Innocence ran through their veins
Confusion glistening in their eyes
Adrenalin in their bones
Fear engulfing them whole
No words could reach their lips
Screams escaped from their lungs
Ripping and gnawing on the ears of others
None prepared
Irony to the mind
It was just a Sunday
Childish thoughts of an ordinary day
No mercy was shown
No stench of compassion
All their souls
Will not be erased from our memory
Pearl Harbor

[CrimsonDawn427]

Oooo I remember this I read this in Social Studies its mad good..wasn't it a project? Keep writting!

[InnocentBetrayal]

haha yes, thanks mel :D

[IISonosII]

My selected works. :)
By: Piers Courtney (me)

"The apocalyptic truth"
Mountains crumble, Rocks crack, shadows grow in the dieing star, my love for you will never fade
Light is fading on the last day, the end is near. Dark purple fading to black.. Stars shine through....
Violence harms both, aggressor and victim, death ensues all, the hand of time ticks ever on.

"Pancakes"
Hear you me, they are circular, when cooked to perfection, they tumble and fall, Honey and sugar, Syrup and chocolate.

"The fall"
Come back around, the tenderness of this subject is like a battle between heroes, one day you will remember....
Your fall from grace re-wrote the stars; only love could have caused you to fall that far.

"Better place"
The end is near, everything in life.. Built up to this one moment, your breath is cold, your heartbeat...fading. The sparkle of life flickers in your innocent eyes. Your hand clasps mine tight. Your life force, slowly fading away. Your grasp weakens. A tear trickles from your eye. Your strength weakens as each second passes. The only thing keeping you going is the love between us, but even then it’s not enough to escape the icy cold hand of death. Your eyes slowly close, your grip collapses. You leave this world, with a smile on your lips, and a tear on your cheek………

"Badblood"
Acclamation is the lock, Bounty hunting is the key. Together they from the best skills for extermination. The only thing impeding progress is the past. The dream of the black spectre visits too often. The only solution is redemption. Once again the world is quick to bury me.

“Weight Of Heresy”This winding road goes ever on, the epitaph reveals hidden emotions. The Mausoleum of the unforgotten stands empty, The maw concordance ratifies the act, Invocation reaches the ears of the forgotten. The weight of failure hangs in the balance. The penance of lies and the pursuit of truth are one. Prepare to fall up.

"12 Midnight"
She sits alone, all around war rages, pain, suffering and death endures. She refuses to acknowledge the suffering. Her long blonde hair, slowly blowing in the wind.
60 seconds left….
Further thoughts rattle around in her head.
30 seconds….
The war suddenly stops. All heads turn up.
20 seconds....
The wind ceases to blow
10 Seconds
A small twinkle in the sky appears
The Girl looks around at what man has done
5 Seconds
“So THIS is the way the world ends?”
The strike hits
Yellow-white blotches blossom like flowers all over the earth.
The clock reaches midnight
Her shadow sits, Well Enough Alone.

^that last one was inspired by the dooms day clock.

I havent got a name for this one, segestions are welcome :)

"No name"
Your order leads to my personal sacrifice, Diligence and faith will pull me through.
Only the devil himself will keep me from you, My upholding of Faithfulness makes me the one in a million. The end will come and when it does, i will be at your side... Ready, come what may.


Righty i hoped you liked them, i wrote them a long time ago... and they've been sitting on my computer, collecting virtual dust.

Most were inspired from this girl i used to like... Right up untill my twin dated her.. bad times..
anyway its all in the past now.
I'm also hopeing to write more poems and what have you, so... if anyone wants anything just request. :)

I've got another AMAZING one... which is at school on the school network, i'll post it tomorrow maybe xD

[InnocentBetrayal]

hey what happened to this thread?

[Aragha]

Ha! With my talk of poetry you decided to bring this back? I am more influential than I thought! This information will come in handy...

[InnocentBetrayal]

lol i guess you are influential

i just was thinking... didnt i make a poetry thread a while back?

so i dug deep into the general board and found it XD

[a21schizoidman]

Rain

A pale face
Staring at the rain
Wishing that the sun
Would still be the same
But the sun has gone away
Hidden in the clouds
The child is there
Eyes open, staring
Staring, staring
Watching every drop
Plop Plop Plop
On the glass before him
A loud crack and rumble
fill the air with noise
And it scares all the girls and boys
The rain comes faster
Never letting up
And the sky grows darker
As the wind picks up
The house starts to shake
As nature gets more angry
A tree falls, a cat blows by
Now the children begin to cry
You see, everyone likes a nice shower
But no one likes the rain
Mother nature becomes a beast
And she roars with her fury
The house blows away
The children scream and yell
Because the tornado has gotten them all
And is sending them to hell

[theantkid12]

Anyone got a poem on unjust killing.

English class ftl.

[Aragha]

I wrote a song for music class... It's kinda lame, but here it goes...

Chorus:

Whisper, Whisper, Joe, Joe
Whisper whisper Joe
Secret thoughts must not be told
Whisper Whisper Joe

Verse 1:

Rumors spread like wildfire
Secrets taught like this
Are not always trusted
Ignorance is bliss

(repeat chorus)

Verse 2:

Political conspirators
Sometimes they find the truth
But if (NEED THREE SYLLABLE WORD FOR GOVERNMENT) finds out
They will hide the proof

(repeat chorus) x2






I'm working with 2 other people, I wrote all of the lyrics. I'm musically challenged so they came up with the tune.

[Inpheksion]

Political conspirators
Sometimes they find the truth
But if the system does find out
They will hide the proof


does that fit?

[benson111]

Talking with the clouds.


I sit and listen to your beauty with my eyes.
I sit alone with silence, breathing my cries.
Forever the pain that is in my hands.
Never the love my heart bleeds where it lands.

Distance, time and love, conspire to forget me and you.
Here, wonder and sanity, things i long to do.

Talking with the clouds.
Christopher D. Benson 1991. (ME)

[Aragha]

Political conspirators
Sometimes they find the truth
But if the system does find out
They will hide the proof


does that fit?

I love you.

Ehem... I mean...

Thank you! I couldn't think of anything that didn't make me sound like an idiot...

[CheezerRox]

This is the latest one I've written I have more in my profile.

"Alone"

Ever feel ALONE?
Not lonely, but utterly by yourself?
Ever feel ALONE?
No one connected with?
Ever feel ALONE?
No one to share your true self with?
Ever feel ALONE?
No one that isn't ignorant like the rest?
Ever feel ALONE?
No one who can understand you?
Ever feel ALONE?
I sure do...
Ever feel ALONE?
You're reading this in vain...
Ever feel ALONE?
I sure do...



I know, teh suxxorz, rate anyway, if you feel like it...

[Aragha]

I know, teh suxxorz, rate anyway, if you feel like it...

Pretty good! I liked it.

[CheezerRox]

Pretty good! I liked it.

Oh...wow, thanks.

[a21schizoidman]

sorry if my poem was too depressing, it was just raining out and we had a discussion about storms in my poetry class today, and i was at lunch and my brain wouldnt stop thinking and i had to write something

[A7x4RockBand]

Some of these are pretty good...

Anyone consent in me using some of your work for lyrics in a band im starting??

Or if anyone would do couple lyric pieces that I could use would be great. If anyone is interested I will give you a idea what im looking for.

[Inpheksion]

Some of these are pretty good...

Anyone consent in me using some of your work for lyrics in a band im starting??

Or if anyone would do couple lyric pieces that I could use would be great. If anyone is interested I will give you a idea what im looking for.

I wouldn't mind it. As long as I got mentioned in the song credits or something. I'm not always the best at structured topic writing, but if you give me a vague topic I might be able to fool around with a few things, I'll post some of my stuff in a sec

[TheKrazyKatzzz]

I think that anyone that uses something posted here for their band should upload a video to youtube of it! I would also be up for writing anything, just let me know.

Anyway, here's a Haiku I wrote recently:

Lightning strikes above.
How close do you think that was?
Speak of the Devil!

[Inpheksion]

alright, here's some of my poems (some are old, from like 4 or 5 years ago)



Cheat

I was about to make my escape
Then the feeling hit me
It’s Unmistakable
There was no question now
The touch of the cold steel
The lifeless gray of the metal
The feel of the Angel of Death
Her hand on the back of your neck
Your minds eye looking backwards
Down the barrel,
To the Chamber,
Seeing the small brass round
Ready to fire
Ready to end your life in this world
It being the vessel you will take
For you have no choice
Once it is set free
It will carry you to the abyss
Where nothing can carry you back
I turn around
I was correct,
The feel of a gun on bare skin
Is one the cannot be copied
I now see the one
Who is ready to end my life
A mangled hand in bandages
Something that was my doing
Now revenge is at hand
He gives me direction
I have no choice but to obey
For if I do not
It will be the last thing I do
But if I follow them
It will surely lead me to a slower death
What choice do you make?
When all you options lead to death
Where you only chance is the one of luck
Which is a chance in itself
I follow the orders
Traveling to my own death
And then I am blessed
The chance I needed
An outsider,
One not aware of the death poised behind me
I lure him in,
Hoping for a distraction
A disgruntled pedestrian
Is just what I needed
The Angel of Death
Lost her grip
If only for a second
But it was all I needed
I had made my decision
As I ran
The Angel trying to recapture me
Every time I evaded
For once again, I cheated death
And won.





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If I Wake Before I Die

If I wake before I die,
Do not let me speak

For the things that I will see
Are too great for the world in which we live.

The horrors of the undeniable truth
The blessings of perfect lies
These things must be left untold.

If they were to be released
Into the realm of the living
They would spread like the plague,
Changing what we know and who we are

The truths that could end what we believe,
Things on which we lead our lives
And the lies, if told could cloud our judgment
Throwing us past the point of no return

This is why that when I slumber
I must not speak, before I Fall.



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Love


Love is not perfect... With Love comes guilt...
Love is not saying hi to them everyday... Love is walking forever to hear them say hi
Love is not calling them everyday to say goodnight... Love is calling them everyday to say 'I love you"
Love is not wanting to see them everyday... Love is needing to see them everday..
Love is not thinking about them every hour... Love is thinking about them all the time
Love is not when they make you smile a lot... Love is when they make you smile as you lie on your death bed
Love is not a lifelong thing... Love is forever




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Wonder\



I wonder
Why the rose is a symbol of love
When it causes so many, such pain
Why we humans claim war will bring peace
When all it causes is grief to so many
Why the blade is bright in the sun
When all it brings on is the end
Why the executioner is seen with such power
When all he does is raise an axe
For it is not the axe that brings death
But it is he will to leave the mortal plane

Although many say a victory in combat is the
Ultimate pleasure, others say peace in itself
Is one of the world’s greatest gifts
Why some blend in with the crowd
Completely disappearing from humanity
Where others defy the world and
Truly become an individual
We all continue to wonder,
Although the questions will change
Curiosity will remain



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The Cold



Winter is the cold

Winter is a frigid arrow,

Spearing the hearts of many

Slowly and silently stalking into our homes

Our bones chilled,

The fear has been instilled

All of us victims like fish in a net

The snow shifting, like the sands of a desert

The winds fluttering the leaves

The ice like the glass in a window,

Trapping us inside this prison

The icicles like iron bars, shielding us from freedom

Freedom like the warmth, which will keep us alive

The cold is the end

Winter is the cold




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This Pain In My Throat


This pain in my throat,
Making me hoarse
Making me mute
Keeping me silent
Isnt anything to what’s in my chest
The pain in my throats just there
Throbbing and growing and spreading
Its been there ever since I began to scream

Began to scream your name
Screaming why
And why not
Why everything’s gone wrong
And how we’ve began to live with it all

Well maybe its better this way
Away from each other
Away from what consumed us
And consumed who were
What changed us forever.
I’ve been remembering that
What it was like
Together with you
What it was before I Began my life as it is.

But we may be better now
As we fade back into our lives
Away from each other
The way fate would have it
As our own separate people
Destiny’s Chosen path
That led us apart
And I have began screaming

But who knows?
Maybe this was meant for me
For me to live how the rest live
For my world of wonder is over
Now I live like the others.
As I speak these final words
My heart beginning to mend
My throat hoarse from screaming…






Some are kinda cheesy, but they're mine

[A7x4RockBand]

Hey thanks, we are just starting out and need lead guitarist and bass but when we get everything together I can post atleast a recording of us playing it.

I like the idea of the poem "If I Wake Before I Die" that could be turned into a song pretty easy. If you have msn or something then I could add you and we could talk and try to come up with something.

Also liked these...
dimensions by Darkangel
death by Innocent.Betrayal

Something kinda like this is what im looking for...

I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you're
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pu**** on me.

Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.

But you're pushing me,
Shoving me. Pu**** on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.

But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of
Piece of mind.

Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.

Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.

There's no love in fear.

Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your ****ing throat away.
But it will end no other way.

-Push!t Tool