Great idea, i'm in

Excitement Abounds!

*ahem*

father
where has Mother gone?
sister's been running for far too long
pocket truths and wisdom tears
womens' voices upon my ears

people blackened by inverted sunlight
people shuffle as monotonous highlights
tricky depths of personas gone mad
nonsensical verbalities dressed in plaid

father
when did Mother go?
woman drifting through the snow
i see fear
is it near?

No one knows the delicate sound
Of words dripping round and round

Father
who's that woman in the white?
Darkened street corners my face full of fading light
Mad mumblings in the deep of night

Not quite right

Man of mystery
Saddened eyes
Woman in white
drifting by
Parasitic city dweller way up high
Memories of family
Nonexistent replaced by sighs
Drunken content
Twisting trips
Beckoning blackened pool
Why do you call?
Take a dip

This is still a WIP, but whatever.
~
Take what you want but I'll fight for the sky.
Love me tomorrow or today make me cry
You're so crazy about me, I'm not gonna lie.
Oh, it's all in your head? Let it out with a sigh.

When you're thinking about me, I'm wondering why.
Cause you're not really thinking, but I wish you would try.
Cause if you're not thinking, I might as well die.
Cause Hyperbole's lovechild had never replied.
~

Hi i'm new i just joined and i'm sorta a songwriter ( i made multiple songs but i think they all suck) and i play bass and guitar. this thread is for posting lyrics or poems you made (i consider lyricism poetry) so yeah here is one of the songs i wrote ( plz tell me if its good or bad and how i could improve it)

its called,I'm you're vampire

I can't lie, i
Kiss you at night,
i leave my mark,
D'ont try to fight.

i drink you're blood,
it's bright and red,
I bet you don't
want to be dead.

I'm you're vampire,
Let me drink you're blood now.
I'm you're vampire,
you shall be mine for life.
You taste so sweet,
i just love it so much.
You're so pretty,
i just want to eat you.

I dont know
Are you gone
I need more
I want more

Should i have stopped?
was it worth it?
To you're window,
Then i just sit.

I'm you're vampire,
Let me drink you're blood now.
I'm you're vampire,
you shall be mine for life.
You taste so sweet,
i just love it so much.
You're so pretty,
i just want to eat you.

I dont know
Are you gone
I need more
I want more

I can't wait for
you to get up,
So i jump out,
and run away.

I'm you're vampire,
Let me drink you're blood now.
I'm you're vampire,
you shall be mine for life.
You taste so sweet,
i just love it so much.
You're so pretty,
i just want to eat you.

Now i die,
I forgot,
to say bye,
I miss you.

A New Day

The bugs wake to dawn

Mountain welcomes the morning sun

KID! GET OFF MY LAWN!

Lonely lie

The dark light
shadow
stole all my
spirits
it is set
to low
the lords wear
black mits

I feel like dying
you know i'm crying
i don't like lying
so i am sighing

my picture
my cat
my only
good friend
saying words
that kill
just like birds
stand still

lie i lie you lye
die i die you dye
love i'm hate you're loved
dove i'm rat you're dove

these are lies
lying
lost my eyes
crying
they are gone
leaving
i will try
trying

i know i can die
i know i can try
i know that i ow
i, i know, i know!

so you lied
why'd you
i have died
cuz you
said i had
some friends
leave me dad
it ends

Um...this just came out one day. It's not that good, but whatever.

The Puppet

You look in the mirror and see a hollow shell.
A swift glance at nothing.

Then, the impenetrable truth.

You do away with it,
A puppet in denial.

But it keeps coming back.

As shards of glass fall unceremoniously to the floor,
You see the truth; the real truth
As your cracked reflection stares back at you.

I have a bunch more that I wrote, I'll post them later.

Polystyrene

So petty, so superficial, these drones.
A splatter of paint provides satisfaction.
Leather pouches and small little puppies.

They strut about
Unmistakable smirks
In a cold, dusty world.

And I goggle at them.

Nothing to revere in such a negligible existence.

The Eye

I can feel it under my skin
His cold piercing stare
Quiet, yet relentless

Throngs of his shackle-bound followers fall to their knees
Clearly in utmost reverence
And I watch on from this shadowy corner
A witness to such empty souls.

I feel not his warmth
I feel not his love
And I, grounded in disbelief
Sit here, head swimming in confusion

He has become but a phantom, a mere ghost
And I,
I have strayed away,
An outcast of sorts.

And I walk off
Down a downtrodden, leaf-strewn path.

I know not where to go
Uncertainty looming in every corner
But it is in this uncertainty
That I feel comfort.

m going to tell you of a place
A place that welcomes all of the human race
A place where loons and goons gather around
A place where many thoughts are bound
A place where artistic expression rules all
A place where freedom of speech stands tall
A place that would withstand the force of any bomb
A place created by a man called tom

A place where dogs talk
A place where cripples walk
A place that has only a few rules
A place where some are so cruel
A place where kids get shamed
A place where most go by a different name
A place built from hope and pride
A place where humor strides

Some loves this wonderful place
Yet others seem to hate the human race
Music and song spread the cheer
As people laugh while sipping beers
As much as i know
As much as ive seen
I know a place where u can play gangsta bean

While others gather at other sites
I say they all bite
You can stay in myspace
While i will chill in a wonderful place

NEWGROUNDS

If I may add my own voice to the music...
Here is a poem that I did for a school assignment after moving BACK from living eight years in the mountains to the nearly nonexistent inspiration of the Canadian prairies. It's not the best, but it helped get out the emotion of my longing.

Dawn

Have you seen the light reaching out over the mountains,
Dappling shards of light through the trees?
Have you heard the thawed fountains,
Running down slopes with the breeze?

The sun pierces the horizon with spears of fire,
But the valleys are still shaded under a stone hedge.
The sky the sun needs not desire,
But the shallows have not given her their pledge.

As the battle wages to bring light,
The moon retreats reluctantly from the fight.
Clouds pull themselves together,
White like wisps of feather.

Dew becomes crystal on leaves of silk,
Prisms of an unearthly clear milk.
Moss becomes a dull green cotton,
Sulking in the shadows forgotten.

Have you seen the corridors of amber, green, and gold,
Towers standing guard for the creatures in their hold?
Have you seen the glorious mountains at dawn,
Soft with valleys and tall with brawn?

i'm in so here is a poem

FLY AWAY

To fly like the birds
Flying high in the sky
Seeing the beauty of our world
Fly away just like the birds
Because the world they see
is better than the world we see

To swim like the fish
Swimming low in the sea
Seeing beauty
Beauty we dream to see
Like the vibrant colors
beneath the sea
Because the water they see
is better than the water we see

To walk like a dog
Walking across the ground
Seeing the world
In ways we never thought about
The green grass and trees
How marvelous they are
in the world the dog sees
Because the world they see
is better than the world we see

To see the world
Through the eyes of an animal
The world will be much better
Because they haven't been corrupted
Corrupted by greed
They see beauty in nature
when we don't see it
because we are too busy wanting
that we don't see the natural beauty
the natural beauty of the world

Tell me what you think:

She says things will get better
Yet I still don't let her
I want to end my life
To end this strife
But she won't let me
Wants to come get me
I want her to forget
And end all this shit
With the blade to my wrist
I wait for eternal bliss
I hear her cry
And I ask myself why
Nothing will change if I die
But I still won't lie
This feeling in my body won't go away
It's got me in a chokehold and its here to stay
But she still tells me everything will be alright
That she loves me and I'll be just fine
And that it's not my time

This poem is autobiographical in many ways. I won't go into details but a girl, who happens to be my best friend, stopped me from doing harm to myself on the night of my birthday. I wrote this poem because I wanted to show her how thankful I am that she was there for me.

I'm in kinda of a novice poet, and a little strange but this is a few of my workings

a little messy this one is titled [DREAM EATER]
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I stand astonished by it's voracity after it devours another pilfered figment, Swallowing It before It can even reach reality, I skulk into another fantasy letting the beast off it's restraints and watch it cause another laceration on another pitiful dream, The monster's hunger is never gratified, It just gazes at me with voided eyes, I try to sleep but it just howls for more and more, My head is heavy and my body and mind grows lethargic to all this relentless feeding, My will slowly disintegrates under his many columns of tainted teeth, It mauls its way into my convent, reading all my wicked contemplations and all the horrid masquerades that where incarcerated in chains, I skrimish the urges to give in but I fail just as another casualty to the sovereignty of the "Dream Eater", Here we are again feeding the beast another aspiration so the vile can sleep without a care tonight, Just a slave to the demon that drives my inoperable epidemic that shall bedevil this world into another genocide...

This one is called [last words of a infamous scholar]
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A world of glass, constantsly seeing the danger in my own self destruction
The blackness in my eyes that remind me of the memories that cut into my everyday like a dagger, I walk perplexed in the wreckage of a cityscape that is unknown to my perception, my head labored by the militia that ravages my reason, gluttonous to the hate that propel from my finger tips and my lips, The error of my misguided attemps to revitalize the previous images that filled my pen's ink, pages that fold out into a chronicle of sunsets and conversations over a untamed spirit, I write to preserve all the devotion that lays dormant in my optical dillusion, I set embosomed to this drab tower where I struggle with the soil below me knowing that with these final words I'll become nothing more then a poor sketch in a youthful women's genesis.

give me some constructive critcism please

What do you guys think of this one? It was in a thread where we were making ROMANTIC poems based on words that rhyme with wolverine. I made this and I've actually grown pretty fond of it.

Once upon a Halloween, I lay upon thy trampoline
Looking back on the day I had seen.
As I looked at the skies, I was rudely surprised
by the sound of my music as it died...
What was once glycerine, was replaced by a teen,
Sinai Rose, LOL's what she sings.
Who is this serpentine who hath done this to me?
replaced music with garbage and things..
Her presence was known when the smell hit my nose,
that of bagels and rich tangerine...
Tears filled my eyes, for that perfume was a disguise,
always worn by my sweet Geraldine.
WHAT THE FUCK? I then screamed, for this song was obscene,
The lyrics nothing more than OMG.
She moved her head near, oh right next to my ear,
Quoth my lady: I fucked Mr. Clean....

Can't blame her. Look at the sexiness.

The Target of The Forest

The Forest hates me
She calls me Insane
The Forest wants me
To cause me pain

When I see her
I am always in panic
Because she always act
Like a stranger satanic

Intense Smell

Even in the darkest nights
I feel the smell of mediocrity
It's like a crowd of knights
But lost in mediocrity

My only wish
Is behead that dumbasses
In the city and in the beach
I will see a lot of corpse masses

I will be lost in sins
But I will reach a lot of wins
Despite it all this it's just conspiracy
Of a guy who hates democracy
And all the democrates
Which use the population like laboratory rats

So I hope they hang themselves
With ropes of steel
And see all them
Conformists...
A lot of pain feel

So... here is my poetry... I am not good at write in english but... here it is...

Well, this is a pretty dead thread...so let's liven it up!

"In Trenches Filled with Snow"

Roses bloom in late December,
Out of season, out of time.
Raise their stamens and their member
Into the cusp of wind and snow
Where they are throttled to and fro.

Burst of blood, the trenches sunk in white,
Bullets grate the human flesh.
From blizzard drifts that came at night
The desolate rivets in the ground
Seep with carmine-ice profusion all around.

At 8/11/09 10:34 PM, ForFinnegansSake wrote: Well, this is a pretty dead thread...so let's liven it up!

i second this notion.

Australia is a place of extremes.
Deserts,
Cities,
Bush,
Beaches,
Hot,
Cold
Humid and dry.
I come from the city and beach,
Stone,
Sand,
Winter,
Mates,
Youth,
Fun,
Growing,
Civilisation,
Cold and colder.
Melbourne victoria.
1993-2005
Moved to the next extreme.
Bush,
Desert,
Hot and humid,
Storms,
Lightning,
Cyclones,
Karratha Western Australia
2005-07
Started boarding school,
City,
Cold,
New friends,
New people,
New rules,
Stone,
Back where I belong...
To me Australia is multicultured,
Loud,
Proud,
Unique,
Persistent,
Big,
One,
Many,
Blacks,
White,
Yellows,
Europeans,
French,
Muzzer's,
Indians.
My Australia has many iconic features,
Blue heelers,
In the back of the Ute,
Red dust,
Going fast,
Extreme weather,
Blokes,
Bikini babes,
Thongs,
AFL,
Everything is "Just down the road",
Laughing at danger,
Mullets.

another piece about Australia, done for english class

the dingo watched the galah sitting in the she-oak
how he wished he could fly like that galah,
to fly high over the lake eyre basin,
and venture the never never.
But instead he was stuck to the ground,
only to venture the soil that surroundded him,
only to chase the the sheep in the paddock and to be chased by the farmers ute,
to crawl around the back and beyond on his four feet,
he stared long and hard at the dumb bird
and let go a bark and off the stupid bird flew to find another place to sit, never to recognise the beauty of this country.

i'm beginning to like poetry :)