Nightmares I would rather die Then wait for the end of this affliction For she who waits and watches Suffers; like a soul being seperated into two Two halves, two wholes, two minds Two seperate heartbeats pounding Incessantly; the patter of my pulse The night hanging over my head The thoughts of oblivion I know the words Of the whispered dead
you were Mrs. Kitchell Miss Spire when we sat next to the fire as children in a camp called Bethel park . I felt it way back then even though we were must friends while staring at the stars when it was dark . I lived so far away then got my license and a girlfriend our eyes would meet at most just twice a year . yet during those short days all the questions it did raise left them all unanswered out of fear . now I've grown up as have you threw the years we always knew fate works in the most mysterious way . you have children of your own and a place that you call home yet in my heart is where you'll always stay
Wow. You're pretty talented...From what I remember your other poems are really good too. Ever thought of publishing?
Thank you. I love poetry. I couldn't live without it Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I have been published...in my school's literary journal which actually is more impressive then it sounds; the journal is open to professors, students, and the public, so to have your work chosen is pretty effing cool Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I would love to put an anthology together one day.
Forget-me-not I think people forget to feel the wind They forget to look up And see the great swaying trees They forget to close their eyes And listen to the whisper of the leaves People forget the wind They forget to look up And we remain All to human
If I Die What can heaven be like if not strange? For we are all too human to appreciate an eternity. What must we become to gain What it takes to appreciate never-ending ecstasy? Some corporeal being of light? A Raven on white wings? What must heaven be, if we are to always be human Human with a nature so passionate that what is passion Without pain? Without longing? Without sorrow? What would heaven be; a windswept beach? A tropical ocean of turquoise blue? Pillars of white stone hung with golden curtains? The scent of sweet smoke on the air? The high of it all. To be so high. How to appreciate such wonder, if it is to be eternal? Do we never love again? Do the Gods ever love? Will we become simply beings Existing between space and time? Existence at the end of existence and light meets shadow and we again are nothing but breathless shades of our all too human souls? Heaven Hell What difference lies within?
Ubitiye rechi zamyorshoy pustini naveki ostivshiyi oblaka pili elektromagnitniye vspishki ot termoyadernih vzrivah Vo svete sinih luchey svezdi Altair'a ... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Moy duh ot nadezhdi i zhizny ot sudybi vo mrake mezh vspishek V shkorlupke Orlana' vsyo telo krichit, "Otday mne svobodu!", "zachem eta zhizny?!" "Hoty na sekundu vzdohnuty...okunutsya... na Zemlyu vernutsya, vnovy, i navsegda nekogda bity vsyo vremya tut zdesy gde planeta rodila menya" "Hotya..." "Hotya...ya rodilsya ne tam i ne zdesy" "Vedy kosmos moya kolibely" "a eta zvezda lish nadezhda na schyastiye ... pri svete eyo myagkih luchey ya glazki otkril i prosnulsya" "pri svete eyo zhe luchey i umru, i vechno zamru kak statuya iz operi chto pro Pompeyu"
Katrina's song. Late at night upon a lonely widow’s walk Katrina’s pallid form did solemnly stalk Waiting for her lover who had not returned His soul lost past distant horizons to churn In shuffling seas and shifting sands, evermore. Katrina’s heart was cast from lead— "Like no other," they had said Fresh dew settled upon her eyes As a part of her most benighted disguise "For things were and are not as they seem" Open windowpanes face fog and foam Where specters and little things do dare to roam Pages of words lay silently in the drawer of her desk Small drawings did fill up the rest Spoken with no joy I’ve seen Those words never spoke what was really meant to mean And fell off swiftly into and out of obscurity… Like a wayward spirit tussled in the brine That once half-step marched in perfect time For a kingdom he had not known And for a glory like bright emeralds shone With the clarity of the hue of malcontent If God were above, they never knew it Drove dark poetry right through it— And said no more, for there’s no more to say Still Katrina walks every night, every day No rest nor respite her spirit knows In deep lines upon her face, it forever shows. So she walks night and night and night on end… The day Katrina threw herself from that widow’s walk down to the floor Was the day Sir Joseph Cameron and his lost crew washed up on shore
(verse 1) said your founder he crossed the sand searching for a promised land found an oasis and made a stand now known as Jerusalem settled down and claimed the land prayed to his God to bear him a man so much time passed thier bodies grew old do you know how the story goes . (chorus) one man twelve tribes all derived from the same bloodline a symbol of faith showed he'd let them die do you know the answer why don't fight unite take his wrongs and make them right for thousands of years it has always been punish your brother for his fathers sin . (verse 2) laid down with his concubine started his bloodline soon after Sara bore him a son rightful heir sent on the run from this action it all begun it's why they fight for Jerusalem . (chorus) . (verse 3) the temple mount is where Isaac was bound mount moriah it can be found he could have ended all of our strife with one blow from his knife instead a goat was sacrificed a sign for God to spare his sons life and now we live with this day and night declaring it wrong or right . (chorus, end)
I can't see past yesterday and I'll walk right threw tomorrow there has to be a better way I can tell by all my sorrow must write my mind running out of time the only witness to it all pretend I'm fine my mouth I bind all to fortify my wall . always misunderstood missed my true intention never sounds like it should so I plead for my own redemption can't iterate my minds own state I'm alone my one true friend this is my fate there's no debate knowing that even this will end . you can't change what is in my soul I hide my true self but you'll never know expecting pain from a world that's cruel and so I shield myself in my solitude . washed my hand from all that rains forgive us sons and daughters gotten use from all this pain expect no help in others and though they'll try can't realize the wind blows towards the storm I've set my course with no remorse and yet you'll be there in the mourning line this I know
well I stepped right up to the plate and I went down swinging a little late with eyes wide open how time flies I took my eyes off the prize I dropped the ball on fourth and goal it's not the first time don't you know I've been a looser for so long when I'm right considered wrong I've been knocked down more times than not turned to drinking they say a lot that stopped working need more I lost my job and now I'm poor so if there's one thing that I've learned you can't trust noone or you'll get burned it's kind of lonely after awhile when your life is full of denial so I stepped right up to the plate and I went down swinging a little late with eyes wide open how time flies I took my eyes off the prize
The first and only ive written: VillainY She opens her eyes as if from a dream, Her gaze passes through the crowd, Noise beats upon her breast, The beast recoils from her sight, Ashamed and angry it twists, The recoil and revolt spin it to new frenzy, Joy and shame entwined, The foot of the beast bares its frail components, She looks away to spare the beast, The beast roars then lunges.
(Chorus) drop dead my friend this is the end I caught you with her inside my bed you were my brother wound up her lover I blew your cover drop dead my friend . (Verse One) well I should have known you were always at our home when I was working late you didn't hesitate by the time I realized it was something that I denied had to see it with my own eyes' so I set the bait (Chorus) . (Verse Two) I filmed you in my room that is what sealed your doom I seen right threw those lies it's time to die I snuck into my house stepped over her silk blouse I knew what I would find one thing on my mind (Chorus) . (Verse Three) I busted down the door I threw her to the floor he got up in my face oh what a disgrace I told him he should run that's when I pulled my gun my face was beaming red and this is what I said (Chorus, end)
(Chorus) you can't deny progress moving threw the world and those that tried lost the battle left behind happens to be a product of society to acquire more at the expense of the poor it will not stop until we've purchased all their brand new fangled things the cost of moving forward is our self-sufficiency . (Verse One) the world we live in is a very dynamic place we've seen more change occur than any moment in space sent a man to the moon, fought two world wars now the fall of communism, that opened door markets in Asia have opened to the west manufacture all our goods their cheaper than the rest (Chorus) . (Verse Two) many years ago my grandpa used to say he'd work in deathtraps nearly eight-teen hours a day until they organized and fought for a better way he put his life on the line to insure I was fairly paid now they say the unions have outlived their cause took back all his benefits and changed the labor laws (Chorus) . (Verse Three) there was a time when a man lugged coal all day by the end of the week he wouldn't even get paid he worked off credit that he gained at the company store just another way to insure that he stayed poor well through progress that practice it was barred took away the company store and gave them credit cards (Chorus, end)
Here is a poem I call "The Clue" The Moon is singing (La Lune chanteusement); it is the same as the first time (la meme cadence donc, a premier fois). The Great Wolf howls three times. I stand on an enormous hill; I can see a vast expanse of velvet black, stretching to an horizon which has pale lighted clouds above it. I see great beasts, who have risen from the Deep to sport in the light, far away. La Lune elle est tremblent, sa cadence une luminaire dedans l'axis d'une celeste; une harmonique choralesque et divinessement entende moi The air sings behind, above, and all around me with the voice of the Wolf.
I not trying to be smart and I know you put a lot of effort into your work but I am curious as to whether the word "threw" is meant to be 'through'. Two poems in a row this word has appeared. Although it looks like it could be a mistake I think it adds something to the poem, you should include it in everything you write. This could be a signature word that people can use to identify your work.