Partys and Drama:

Young kid hitin that fat blunt
hit that young cunt
watch ur back
cuase theres a bigger nigga
that got beef
and you ant got a gat
but you drunk
off some heddenssey
and tanquaray leave the conversation
blunt in rotation
he stepped up
you swung a right
didnt even connect
he blocked it and retaliated
with a left
you smack to the ground and everyone
joining in
ur bleeding cant see wich
fist is comeing first
you try to crawl away
they just dragging u back
givin u more hits
after ur beating
u leave and come back
wit a 44. mag
now how many want to fuck
with you actin hard wit ur gat
you sqeeze the trigger at the first nigga
to see you wit hate in ur eyes
you start blastin catching bodys
watch em fall
cuase thats what they get
for jumpin you no one helped you
they watched you die slow
fuck drama even though u bringin it
keep the clip full
toss the keys
or a slug to ur knees
hit the freeway goin atleast boun 80
runnin pass street lights
doin drive bys while high
its tight till the cops showed up
fuck it we gon die anyway
so imma blast and call it a day..

mind of a hitman:

Grip glocks
no pressure never hesitant
im relaint i can pull the trigger
and not regret it
not expect it
dont give a fuck
what my victims feel see
if they feel the pain when
slugs hit there chest
they should have wore a vest
but its to late the bullet has already
entered your body and now ur enternally bleeding
you cant breath even ur mom knows ur dead
ill leave u on the street as ur death bed
when u awake the devil will be looking
seeing which way he gonna kill u first
i thirst for blood cuase im in it for the
paper chase slugs to face
dont phase me it may daze me
but im still alive blastin back
takin 2 to the chest
withought no vest
i take the pain hate the fame
play the game with no name
i tame the longest hardest bullets
with no chain
its lame when i came
through that locked door
busted 5 shots killed 6 kids
wit no regret
i dont forget the lives ive takin
it drives me insane but i take it
so that nothing phases me im straight
pack gats for the game not the fame
its plain no mercy just one gun to take
all u muthfukas let u die alone watch u die slow
i cant flow i just blow domes watch eyes close
and they never open again cuase i dont let them
yea yea... im done

Last clip:

Ive taken 2 shots and still bangin
thankin that ive killed them all
shit is crazy i suddenly taken
another shot in the back
im bleeding after my fall
I ant tall anymore Brain death
has swiftly killed me
but i take it and smile
i ant no bitch
i pack a clip
blast outlast drop bombs and annilate all
I ment every muthafukin word
when i stand tall
i consitlently retaliate when i run out
of clips
i fight wit my fist ant givin up till my body falls apart
never hesitent pull them triggers before ur
very eyes
i ant dead yet sucka!...

I'd like to join if i may? Most of my poems are written straight off the bat, just what comes into my head...so they might not have rhyming couplets or any obvious structure, but thats the way i've created them. They don't need to rhyme or have structure anyway!

4 Letters, impossible to understand

Why does something so good,
make you feel so bad?

How can something that brings joy,
cause so much sadness?

Why can it bring about life,
yet drive to kill?

Why is it simple to know,
oh-so-complicated to explain?

Why does it fucking break you up,
but make you feel whole?

Jealousy

I slit my wrists in your black eyes,
Crimson spreads in darkest night,
The Demon rears it's ugly head,
Exactly the way it did the last time,
I curse myself for feeling this way,
Caring so much that i drive away,
The ones i love who i love so much,
The devil that is green of hue,
Is driving itself 'tween me and you,
They have no idea how much I love them,
No way to describe it no words to justify,
Everything i do seems to be wrong,
Insecurity has been my cancer,
A plague, a virus, a common cold,
But all i need, for there is a cure,
Is to hear you say i love you,
Just once more...

hi i am a poet and i would like to join

Dead good friends
There was a man named ted,
He had a friend called fred,
fred got anoyed with ted,
So when ted went to bed,
Fred shot him in the head,
They found him in the morning dead,
:P

drop bombs:
Ive been droppin bombs
since the vietnam
the original kon
i retailate and assaninate
the untouchables
like a cannible
in my eyes
everyone kills
no one got skills
everyone gripin chrome pieces
i watch it happen
and drop a bomb
and annilate all....

This is just my kind of club. I'm in, if you let me.

I'll start with posting a poem that I wrote while under the influence of marijuana. I can't remember writing it, but I can still recall exactly what it was about. I'm planning on entering it for the upcoming poetry day at my school. You can win prize money if you rank, so any advice is more then welcome. Here goes. (It's about life)

Viscid paper

She has wrapped me in her viscid paper trap
Ages passed while sitting in her pitch black lap
‘Neath the grimy surface there’s a high-strung noose
Either stay and hang out with me or cut me loose
We could float around together on miasmal clouds
Maybe I could take you places clear of shrouds

Swimming to the sky ablaze

Concise glimpses of your beauty, I am struck
Gash out my ashtray heart before you get stuck
Leeches trying to drain away your noble blood
We should let them drown in winter’s bitter flood
Broad valley of infinite talents, I staid behind
Cut out my ever-green eyes so that I may remain blind

Stumbling through the dark

Psychedelic fountains of joy, I’m left dazed
Every morning I lie with you I feel amazed
Golden drops of solid nicotine, it’s liquid death
How about a cup of coffee and some cherry meth
Drifting through the mud-stained sky I look around
Wondering how I got here and where I’m bound

At 9/10/06 12:24 AM, Athlas wrote: This is just my kind of club. I'm in, if you let me.

You're in. The creator of this place has basically disappeared. Great work so far, keep it up.

Thanks, that's good to hear. Here's another one I wrote.

Journey

Seeking, searching
For house and home
Craving
For comfort and cosiness
Craving
For hope and happiness
Wandering
From place to place
Wandering
Trough time and space

Roaming
The world
Never resting
Never stopping
Always venturing forth

Always tired
So so tired

Hoping
For a better tomorrow
Hoping
Not to succumb to sorrow
Running
From the memory of yesterday
Running
From the worries of everyday

Crossing
The world’s borders
Ignoring
Society’s orders

Looking
For you

Days months years
An Eon passed
Before I found you
Crying ages away
At the edge of the world
At the end of my journey

Falling Down

There’s a war raging inside
In my heart and in my mind
I’m falling like an angel without wings
And terrified of what the morning brings
Don’t know which way to turn
For all I know I’ll crash and burn

It’s a long way down to fall
But the way back up’s much longer
I’m falling down
And I look around me
And I wonder

Why I feel like
Running away, but I don’t know
Where to go, or where to stay

Eyes wide open, it’s now or never
The peace within me is lost forever
Soul-searching, drifting around
It won’t be long ‘till I’ll hit ground
Lost in myself, floating about
Uncontrollable urge to cry out loud

My hollow soul is empty
And my body’s trembling
With fear of tomorrow
And fear of the unknown
With fear of the future
And fear of this place they call home

I fell asleep, a long time ago
But cannot remember
how to wake up any more
I’m trapped in a place
Where I can forget,
And where I can be forgotten
With illusions of safety
And imaginary hope

I’ve tripped over the edge,
I’m falling down
I want to awaken,
I’m falling down
I want to wake up,
I’m falling down
Wake me up,
I’m falling down

I’m falling down

Pride In Ignorance.

I am the ignorant, illterate, nescient, little piece of shit
that you once knew, but didn't want to unfortunetly suffered from fate
becuase I always packed gun ,and kept getting spun, and used it as an excuse. The abuse to mind, when humankind brainwashes all of mankind and are sent to lies and highschool drive bys, the adreniline to mind when its time to die, but I dont keep track of time, i'm just a rebel withought a cause with no place to go only keep a gat cuase its company, long time running till the early crack of dawn I keep calm, even with a gun in my palm.. unfortunetly some die from a bullet, I only wanted your wallet, but your to stubbern and now your gone, yet still so calm ever since the early days of vietnam when we start the revoultion all you'd probly do is sqeal..

Angels crying in the dead of night
Guiding the dead on their final flight

Mourning the lifeless as they depart
Singing lament and touching the hart

Virtuous spirits fading from life,
Carving my soul with a rusty knife

To the two-faced gods they prayed
To forgive the sins they had made

Remaining blind to the sacred truth
They bow down and anxiously sleuth

And in their ignorance I saw
A god-forbidden hidden law

The sky turned grey, and it rained sorrow
The wailing winds wept, fearing the morrow

My eyes fixed on the approaching ledge
Soon I’ll be driven over the edge

My thoughts were bound by a holy chain
And my soul lit up like a beacon of pain

No one saw it, no one heard
While the harvester calmly lured

They won’t understand
That I am not one to pretend

But one day they’ll listen, one day they’ll see
We’re all gliding towards the endless, dark, hollow void of eternity.

(emo, lol)
(not really, just in a bit of a depressed state)
(this poem smells by the way, if you have any advice, please post it)

Looking glass

Her eyes are piercing through my back
Staring at my bleeding heart
Tears are raining in my mind
Painting pictures on the wall

My thoughts are ugly and self-obsessed
Our head’s inside’s a wicked mess
Reading life through a looking glass
My reflections swallowed by the sea

Her eyes are piercing through the sky
Shattering clouds and breaking stars
She says her time has come at last
Losing feathers as she flies away

Rain keeps dripping from above
Drops are dribbling on my face
The roof is mouldy and obscure
Can’t stop staring at the ceiling

And can’t help
but feel like I’m losing you

Cali Daily Routine:
Just rollin in cali just me, myself, and I
Patrolin the streets to catch a nigga slippin
I'm tippin and sippin on a fifth of tanqaray
becuase I had to face reality at an early age
Smokin that sage, and loadin that guage
cuase I spotted that nigga thats gonna get the plague
I demand the money, if not it wont be funny
when the kids scream homicide
I'll creep till the high tide with drive bys.
You'll see me grippin that new nine
pop one in the spine cuase I got the time
I lost my prime when I did my first crime
labeled as a motherfukin slime....

Alone
I long to cry
But all my tears are dry
Sympathy is in vain
Nothing will ease this pain

Standing over your grave
I whimper and I crave crave crave
Buried beneath a pile of dirt
You will succumb to the hunger of earth

Memories are all that’s left
Pity me for this horrid theft

Always you were there to rely on,
But not anymore, now you’re gone
Why did you hang yourself?
Now I have another grave to delve

I won’t find comfort in sex or drug
They’ll find me lying dead on the rug
A bullet trough my head
Without a trace of regret

Tripping In My Crypt:

I was just walkin to my funeral,
everyone looking nuetural
no bodybags on the street
crime rate indecline now that im off the streets
But im tripping off some LSD, and PCP
while im asleep in my casket
Its already hot boxed so I think im gonna gas mask it.
and when I get sent to hell, ill still be hustlin that D-E-V-I-L
making that doe and pimpin them hoes,
So it dont matter if I live or die
I'll be doing the same shit just up in the sky.

That was really good!i dont do poetry like that i do the poetry that have the same ending sounds.But still it was good.

"I had a dove and the sweet dove died,i tought it died of grieving,
Oh what could it grive for?Its feet were tied,by my own silken threads weaving,
O sweet little bird why did you die?Why wont u leave with me sweet bird why?"-John Kleats/Kleats John(i dont know)

THat poem or suming inspired me u know?I only remeber half of it and that was it.
bye

Lost and Cold Embrace(Part2)
The chaos burns bright
Nightmares grow each single night
I will never die................

I would post Part 1, but it's an acrostic poem and I dont want to give my name.

This is a tribute to the only one I ever liked...maybe even loved......it's like they say..love is a confusing thing....

HeartShot
The one I ever liked
with hair as free as water.

The only one I ever loved,
but I wish I never sought her...

The only one who I ever thought
there was nothing I'd ever lack

This girl was the only one who made me think,
that she would love me back.

She makes me feel whole and I will never forget,
shes as beautiful as La Primavera.

This girl who I love with all my heart
her name I tell you is Sarah.

If you're reading(which you probably aren't),I love you Sarah Kinney

Known
By Colton Dempsey

This poem is about the short story Everybody Knows Toby, the story of a young Mexican boy trying to get his haircut by a white barber. The young boy's older brother, Toby, had a paper route, and because the Gringos (white people) knew him, they let him have his haircut in the white barber shop, even though he looks Mexican.

Tobie had the town paper route.
Everyone knew him well.
Tobie had it good…
He knew the Gringos.

He could go into a Gringo Barber shop,
And get a haircut.
Would not go to the Mexican Barber
Or be embarrassed.

“I’m afraid…”
“Afraid that the barber will mistake me,”
“For a Chicano”.

“Mr. Brewer is nice, he’ll cut your hair.”
My brother assures me.
I trust my brother,
But I still am nervous

…I thought…

On a Saturday,
I decided.

I walk into the shop.
Everybody stops talking.
Afraid.
I should leave,
But I belonged.
I was Tobie’s brother.

My turn was next.
Still afraid.
People leave,
Stare at me, like I do not belong.

“I can’t cut your hair.”
“Mr. López will cut your hair.”
Tears,
Welling in my eyes.
I was too choked up to tell.
I did not turn back.
Hurt to the pride and confidence I had.
I was different.

Alone diss

You long to cry but when I step up you long to die
like nightmares of wes craven ill smash your mangled body into the pavement
i'll kill withought any payments
and make you nameless
becuase its all about that soul theft
like tobacco I kill till no one's left
you'll just have to accept with no regret
so stop being emotional you havent faced death yet

i made a limerick

thier once was a man from canada
who had a bladder problema
so i said to his face
just pee someplace
and now all the snow is yella

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Here's a little something I wrote. I'd like an opinion on this poem, if you're willing to give one.

Curious, how lost and lonely one can get in a crowd

You choke to death on a cigarette
Soaring through outer space
Lying naked on the front porch
Smoking glue and silver haze

Children are fighting
Hear how they scream for life
See them twitching
They’re struggling to survive

Quit thinking about it

Just close your eyes
And fly away

Swallow the pills they’ve given you
Dead-born babies smiling
No more worries in your head
Keep the thoughts from piling

Eighty miles per hour
It’s ten past five
You hit a tree
And gone’s your life

Quit thinking about it

Just close your eyes
And fly away

Filth is flowing through your veins
Chewing down your pillow
Cooking hair and purple paint
Looking at the smoke billow

Doctors sneering
Your child lay dead
Mad at the world
You’ll make us regret

Quit thinking about it

Just close your eyes
And fly away

At 12/13/06 06:14 PM, Athlas wrote: Here's a little something I wrote. I'd like an opinion on this poem, if you're willing to give one.

woah that is DEEEEP poetry is a good source to vent

here is a strange topic in general (forum) that has lots of poetry in.. scroll down... there we go!

A Spring Time Sonata

Hold me my lover, as we watch the sun set beyond the clouds
Kiss me my only, while we still have the time
Sit with me, as we watch life roll by
See me, through your green eyes, as I see you, through a set of hazel

Don’t hurt me, for I know either of us could live if we were to
Don’t hit me, for I would never hit you.
Please don’t argue, ‘cause it does no good, we will both win
If I hurt you, tell me, and I will make it up to you

In the rain we will dance, laughing and enjoying ourselves
In the heat, lets swim in this pool known as life
In the dark, I will hold you as we gaze at the stars

Lets love each other for who we are
Lets love for the heck of it
Lets love because we can
Lets love because they cant stop us

As I finish this up, I would like to remind you
Of the times we share
As it runs short, as time runs thin
Remind you again, of just one thing,
That means so much to you and to me:
I love you, and that’s all that matters

What do you think?

1. Singularity
I am alone
With nothing more then myself
Sadness envelopes me

2. Tears
Times of sadness
Empty feelings take hold
Arrivals of little ones
Rapid changes, too fast for words
Salty left-behind streaks

3. Schooldays
Open my locker
Ch ch chc
Shuffle off to class
Shwish shwish
Head in my hands
Zzzzzz
Paper air plane in my hair
Ahhhh!
I sit up, unhappy
Rawr

4. Useless Time
Happy
Smiles, laughter, friends
Overwhelming enjoyment fills my soul
But then
The sadness sinks in as I think
Of our time
Wasted

5. Existence
What if I’d never existed?
Who would even care?
When would I come into existence if at all?
Why am I even here, if I’ve not got a purpose?
If you’d never seen me, would you ever miss me?

8. December 14
Sadness prevails
Her face downcast and dreary, mascara streaked down her pretty face
Head fallen
Shoulders drooped, shuffling about
Her fist clenched, her feet heavy and dragging the ground
A steady heart beat, a clear mind
Grumbling stomach ignored
Horrid, awful, shadowy doubt
The unthinkable has become the past

9. What Friends?
Friends, posers, haters
All around me sit
Food flung, trays smacked
Window-less rooms, happy faces, but it’s only temporary
Words yelled, quietness settles
Trudging off, back to the abyss

10. Puddles
Mud caked on my entire body is drying, it’s squishy wetness becoming coarse and hard
Food cooked over an open fire, its smokey taste fills my mind with memories
The smell of burning wood, of the dancing fire
Shadows tossed around like dolls, they cover everything in the harsh light of darkness
The cricket’s chirp their sweet lullaby, while the whippoorwills sing their love songs

11. Lindsey & Me
Lindsey and me
Talking, lunch, stupidity
Silly, happy Lindsey
Hours of time spent doing nothing
People, God
Together.

12. What is fun?
Fun is getting muddy and jumping in the puddles anyway
Fun is dancing in the rain just because you can
Fun is being lazy and simply doing nothing
Fun isn’t getting caught red handed
Fun isn’t caring what other people think
Fun isn’t holding back, you’ve got limited time

13. Who?
Poems, video games
Hugs, laughter
Adorable, lovable, awesome
Light snow that blankets everything and turns it into a brilliant wonderland
Endlessly sweet.

14. Music Played
Music Player, Whirrrrr
It’s loud, it’s quiet, it’s relaxing
On a comfy bed with a closed door
Rest my mind, puts me at ease.

15. Flight
Above the houses
Over the tree tops
Through the puffy clouds that mist us with water
Down to Earth we float, hand in hand
Up I sit, my dream a foggy memory

16. Where I’m From
I’m from Legos and mud puddles. Trucks and grey cloud-covered skies
I’m from the cold snow spotted ground
(White, blindingly bright, chilling me to the bone)
I’m from the golden honeysuckle
With it’s sweet taste
And the old peach tree
Which has now been torn down
I’m from Christmas mornings and Easter sunrise services
From blue eyes and brown hair
I’m from Roberts and Marys.
From prank pullers and daredevils
I'm from You ask too many questions and You’ll get smaller when you get taller
From weekly church services and youth group meetings
I’m from small towns, old country roads and run-down houses
The sweet smell of fudge, and the aroma of homemade biscuits
The uncle who’s disease took his life at such a young age
From the fire that almost destroyed my great grandmother’s soul
The closet with the photos stored safely away
I’m from the faces I’ll never know, yet they’re the reason for my existence
The odd-balled girl in the photo, commemorating her embarrassment
From the grades that have fallen
And from the happy fakeness that surrounds me

An odd assortment of poems that I created. -shrugs-

Broken
I look to my people
Sad, scared, broken.
We are scattered and overwhelmed.

We cannot overcome
this menance that has won
not by breaking our bones,
but by shattering our mentality.

Son of a bitch...

The writer's guild is gone!

And I was going to post my test chapter there!!!

Oh well..... do you guys still want it? Or is it poetry only?

A thanks to Ketsky. No one else has seemed to thank him fo making this club, and it seems everyone loves this club, so I say we need to thank him alot.