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Mad Scientist
03-16-2004, 12:52 PM
Here y'all can post your original work or favorite lyrics from any song. I'm posting one I wrote last night.
~Save me
Keep me alive
Help me survive
My heart is dying
My soul is crying
All because of my love
But it's never enough
You can't see
I need you to save me

My broken heart
I know we'll soon part
If only you'd save
All the love I gave
I'm falling asleep
My love I can't reap
If only you'd see
I need you to save me
:'( :'( :'(

Mad Scientist
03-16-2004, 01:25 PM
O sorry I dunno should this be in the songs thread? It's nota song, just a poem, but I dunno...sorry!!

unshakeable15
03-16-2004, 01:31 PM
it's good here. :) i don't think we have a poem thread. we have a story thread & a song thread, but a poem thread is new (from what i remember).

Mad Scientist
03-16-2004, 01:32 PM
okilly dokilly!

supernova
03-16-2004, 02:33 PM
Shadow of a Doubt


Look out again upon the shores of tomorrow,
Reach out and test the limits of imagination.
You see the carousel displayed in vibrant beauty?
Take a ride on the wings of the wind,
Find the meaning you search for.
Dive beneath the waves of the deep,
Will you not find your purpose there?
Look above to heavens and adore,
Do they not call your name?
What be it that you search for in vain?
Something bigger than you and I?
For eternity will we search the cosmos,
In quest of reason or hope?
So far we’ve come in so little time our race has,
But we see within our own hearts,
The demise of our very souls.
Wise men tell us all, but the answer lies not there,
For meaning, hope, love, and salvation,
It’s the creator that we seek…

-Me

Mad Scientist
03-16-2004, 06:58 PM
*applauds* wow. I love it! It's awesome! :)

supernova
03-16-2004, 09:20 PM
Would you tell me what I'll find,
When the shadows fall?
If the rain burns my eyes,
Will you still be standing tall?
I hear your voice in the silent night,
Blindly searching for your grace,
And I'll not be so quickly beguiled,
By the ghosts who haunt my days.
Is this my endless journey,
Through scorching fire and ice?
Will each week I throw it in the sea,
To quench a burning desire?
So every day and other week,
I'll burn for you in fire.

-Me

Mad Scientist
03-17-2004, 05:16 PM
That's good!!!! I like it!

middlearth
03-17-2004, 09:20 PM
Both poems are excellent, supernova! Incredible. ;)

supernova
03-17-2004, 09:36 PM
Hope you don't mind a retarded poem with no meaning! Okay, it's about Arnold being Governor of California, no political sides intended, this is merely a joke :)

ARNOLD
I wonder what we’ll come to next
Whether riddles, rymes or twisted text
It’s a wonderful world
Where anyone can better than the best.

Beggar, builder or carpet cleaner
What’s with you don’t give me the finger.
These people they just don’t understand
They don’t even realize what’s at hand.

Just flex a muscle
And stand real tall
Pretend like you’re somebody
Then you’ll see where we fall.

He’s got the hair
He’s got the car
He’s got the girl
Oh so pretty and fair.
He’s got your money
He’s got your vote
What’s left to have
He’s got you by the throat.

Disorder by the millions
And prices even more
What’s to know about economics
He’ll just boot them out the door.
Foreign policy?
How about diplomacy?
What’s that for
When you’ve got him for the presidency?
You got a problem
He’s got a fix
How to deal with the Russians
The 12-gauge is his pick.

Out with the old
And in with the new
It’s the Terminator
With “You want fries with that?”
He’s not too good with words
But he never really needed them
He always thought it was charming looks
And his all-time favorite “I’ll be back.”

Will he save us from rising gas prices
Will he fix the land of Hollywood?
Now everything stars Mr. Schwarzanegar
The king of “kill ‘em, don’t say a word.”

What’s with the movies
Where you can kill aliens for a living
And show your naked butt
So we can all go hide cringing
It’s not that he’s a terrible guy
Or a not so great politician
It’s just every time I turn around
I think he’s gonna go on some bloody mission.

I can’t really see it
And maybe I never will
But you know what they say
About sacarin causing cancer
And Arny getting elected?
Well of course it’ll only happen
In California.

Mad Scientist
03-18-2004, 01:56 PM
lol that's good! I likes it. lol.

mysterious-wave
03-18-2004, 02:26 PM
California should change their fire alarm to "Geht Dawn! Geht Dawn..."

about_worth
03-19-2004, 06:43 PM
hey supernova, i see some real promise in your writing. nice work.

most of my poems are here. (http://ladyquasar.homestead.com/poetryhome.html)

eowyn
03-20-2004, 03:49 PM
Here are two poems I wrote for my AP English class. They are Romantic Poetry. I really want to refine them and add a bunch to them, but I didn't have a chance to do so before they were due.

A Stormy Night

The dark broodings of an unseen anger
Rumble low across the darkening horizon.
Ominous warnings,
Of a coming rage.

Held in no longer, the fury unleashed,
The first brilliant flash screams
Across the blue-black sky,
Tearing the satin cloth into two.

And now, the dark symphony
Of thunder, lightning, and wind unite
For a glorious Forte of sound
And then, fall utterly, eerily silent.

Dancing and laughing,
The merciful wetness of rain begins to fall.
A healing salve, it sooths and smoothes
The ravages of the storm.

Child of the Sea

Salty perfume, carried by gentle wind thus,
From the shore,
Tantalizing spices, and yet sweet,
It enfolds my soul in richness.
Oh! To breathe deep eternally!

Wavering, faltering, the courteous breeze
With mild kiss caresses.
Then, in bolder burst, he comes
Cavorting and tumbling, freed,
Joyous greeting.

Feeling smoothness of sand like pearl,
I run to the shoreline gray.
Icy, biting, yet warming, the
Waves refresh my spirit. Oh World!
I have found my home.

supernova
03-26-2004, 08:26 PM
To eowyn: I love it! Very nicely done.

skilltroks
03-28-2004, 07:03 AM
very nice eowyn! I wrote this poem about love.. since I just got done study Romeo and Juilet in English.. I had to write a poem about romeo love.. which btw

Nedarbi
04-08-2004, 03:54 PM
Got a poem. A poem is a powerful way to talk. if you have a poem and want to show us then post it here. i was going to post a poem but i couldn't find it. show us your poetry skills. I know it will be good.

supernova
04-11-2004, 08:40 PM
To my best friend...

Walk the blameless path
Live your life through someone elses eyes
I've been down this road before
And yet, it seems veiled in diguise.
Will you wonder aimlessy through life
In search of true love
And deny the experience of friendship
While you look to the skies above?
Are you waiting for something more than this
A feeling to replace whats lost
Or do you look to the Lord in hopes
He'll bring you through to the end?
Hopeless and full of regret you cry
In memory of love denied
There's so much more to come
And yet I'm not the one to decide.
So think as you will today
Even though sometimes I forget
I miss you more today
But we'll be alright
Remembering days past, yesterdays
When all as right in our faces
Nothing could deny the smiles
Nor the warmth of your embrace.

supernova
04-11-2004, 08:46 PM
To my best friend...

Why so bright
My eyes open skyward to the sun
I'd dreamed a world beautiful
Only to awake to listless hell.
I met a girl who's eyes burned bright
With compassion and love untamed
She took me for the fool I was
Showed me all, and gave me pain.
I've been awake now three whole days
And still an empty void I'll claim
To the love bestowed that day.
Look back once more
Do you see my reasons?
Look back twice again
And you'll see what makes me bleed.
In a world of beauty and bright
Can you love and be alive?
Now in my world of darkness
I cannot tell her my heart
For fear of the unknown
What happens when they know who you are
And reject all that you can be
This is the story of me.

pidget
04-14-2004, 05:59 PM
Wow! All these poems are really amazing! I really love all of them, especially yours, supernova. Great, great, great work!

Well... uh. I'm not the greatest, but this is a short poem I wrote a few days ago...

Falling

Falling... falling gently
Into the endless empty
So many things I can't escape
So many times I make a mistake
I'm drowning in the sound of a thousand voices
I'm sinking in the wake of a million choices
Wordless, my mind will say
This is my forever today
Falling... falling gently
Into the endless empty

eowyn
05-02-2004, 02:19 PM
Ohh..I wrote another one for Ingles. Tell me what you guys think about it...I turn it in tomorrow, so maybe I'd have time to revise it.... its in free verse btw..so don't try to look for a rhyme scheme or meter, cause there isn't one!

Grace Roe

My feathery fluttering of new life
Brought her only anguish.
In the precious jewel of my existence,
She felt only pain.
I meant the end of career, boyfriend,
And freedom.
What career requires murder?
What boyfriend demands bloodshed?
Signing my death sentence,
She chose; her rights came first.
I must die for crimes not mine.
The final hour drew near;
The executor readied for his unjust act.
I had yet to taste the breath of life or
To fill hearts with joy.
They allowed no final chance
To plead my case;
Unknown faces decided my fate.
A dark hour of desperation,
With no light and no compassion,
Surrounded me.
Noiseless as the falling snow,
My screams echoed.
Longing for the soothing softness of her voice,
I cried unformed tears of pain.
Grasping, searching,
Small fingers questioned the womb.
She would not comfort.
The piercing pain pulsed through me.
The rope tightened and all fell
Silent.
The executor’s icy assurances of
“..the right choice..” and
“..not a human..”
Could not still my mother’s tears that
Streaked her blood-stained hands.

paradoxical_x
05-03-2004, 07:32 PM
^that just is total ownage. like whoa. i love.

=X=

lately i've been re-inspired by the prayers of Walter Brueggemann (he's got them in a collection in a book, i'd highly suggest them to you; they're great); and since i've been kind of typing up some occasional prayers as they come to mind. it's actually really an amazing thing, i think. very much seeming like poetry, but i also think it's just another form of something similar to it to type up a petition to God. it's just neat. *ahem* yeah.

-X-

"God!When human bonds are broken, and we lack the love or skill/to restore the hope of healing, give us grace and make us still..."

O my God, on this painful day of trial, let me be still and know that You are God. let me be silent and know that You are Holy. let all that is me, within me, concerns me, just shut up and say, 'blesséd be the name of the Lord.' nothing else matters. my pain, it is nothing in comparison with the future glory i have in You. thank You, O God, for i am miniscule.

"...through that stillness, with your Spirit, come into our world of stress/for the sake of Christ forgiving all the failures we confess..."

My Lord and my God! how plentiful are Your blessings! i am indeed in awe of You, in how through our times of brokenness You come, in all Your blesséd glory. though my life be set to static, You come and offer clarity. though my thoughts be impure, You come and offer purity. You come, You offer. You give and take away. blesséd be the name of the Lord; amen.

"...You in us are brusied and broken, hear us as we seek release/from the pain of earlier living; set us free and grant us peace..."

My beautiful Savior...this is the cry of my broken and bleeding heart. take it and all that i am, and create in me a new heart...let me be a beautiful letdown, let me be all that You desire for me.

let me in all my imperfection see Your beautiful, boundless glory
let my faults of flesh die and be gone
allow me to be crucified with You, O Son of Man,
and help me to let You resurrect me, O Son of God.

in You i trust; amen.

johnnyboy21
05-06-2004, 09:44 AM
Black hole

I'm fighting with something inside of me, an inner deamon,
It scares me alot, the pain, the suffering, all of it,
I am fighting a wat alone, with no one to support me,
I am waring down, loosing the fight, wanting ot give up,
I am tired of being bantered, looked at with disgust,
They look at me as if Im a parasyte on society,
As if I should be removed, because I am diferent,
These people and my inner deamons I have fought for years,
I fear I am loosing my grip, loosing ground in the war,
I have no girlfriend to help, no family to give me backup,
I am alone in this war, and I may not survive much longer,
The only thng keeping me in it, is the fact that every cloud has a silver lining,
But my cloud, its fading fast, fading into nothingness,
To those who read this understand this, cherish the happiness you have,
Or fight my war, and se what a living hell is.

paradoxical_x
05-06-2004, 03:35 PM
man..that one is totally powerful piece of work. i so feel it, not just read it, and i can personally relate to it -- all aspects really make it just...wow. verily so.

skilltroks
05-06-2004, 04:56 PM
I'm not alone in this/as one

fighting to break free.. free of sin,
free of everything that holds me down. I need to know that I'm not alone in this
We all need to fight the good fight.. together.. as one.. as one body. As one community. before it takes over the world. Sin.. it was one who get us into to it.. but it will be many who get us out.in order to do that.. heaven needs be to on earth. Who will do it? someone.. something. We can do it... do it together. To fight the good fight of sin.. of all the stuff that holds us down. we... can let it go.. together...[longish pause]
Together.

zilchr0
05-06-2004, 08:37 PM
Black hole

I'm fighting with something inside of me, an inner deamon,
It scares me alot, the pain, the suffering, all of it,
I am fighting a wat alone, with no one to support me,
I am waring down, loosing the fight, wanting ot give up,
I am tired of being bantered, looked at with disgust,
They look at me as if Im a parasyte on society,
As if I should be removed, because I am diferent,
These people and my inner deamons I have fought for years,
I fear I am loosing my grip, loosing ground in the war,
I have no girlfriend to help, no family to give me backup,
I am alone in this war, and I may not survive much longer,
The only thng keeping me in it, is the fact that every cloud has a silver lining,
But my cloud, its fading fast, fading into nothingness,
To those who read this understand this, cherish the happiness you have,
Or fight my war, and se what a living hell is.

I have many thoughts flowing through my head in responce but none are willing to form a coherant sentance. Just this, it is a shared toil of man to feel alone and that no mere human can help. The standard sunday school answer of "Jesus" really is the only answer. All the friends and support on this earth are only a means, not the end. I have a question, have you ever read Ecclesiastes in it's entirety? It's a worthwhile read, but you have to read it ALL. For the hope only comes at the end.

strangeblueangel
05-07-2004, 03:08 PM
Hey I'm new at this and happend to puor my emotions onto paper wanna help?
From the Path I've strayed,
The long journey forgotten.
Enticed by false aroumas,
Caught in a trap cunningly concealed.
I rue the day I first felt the Lure of dark
Now I only long for pure light.
The ever raging battle,
The war for souls,
Cant be felt though I try.
I paint the illusion and cry as victim.

dan
05-07-2004, 04:06 PM
I have a couple of my own:


This first poem is called "Tortured by 'Perfection.'" It's basically how society sets standards on people and about the rejection many people, like myself, face when we don't meet those standards.
"Tortured by 'Perfection'"

I never knew that it would cost this much
to be different, tortured by "perfection."
All they want is for me to be their crutch
and to be labeled their own possession.
They inject me with their poison, deny
me once again with their lies, their deceit;
purging me inside, so they can drown my
disposition, bringing me to defeat.
My heart is paralyzed by this darkness,
It's claws of death choke me. Gasping for air,
I'm calling out for help while they oppress
me. Can anyone hear me? Do they care?
The echoes of naught whisper in my ear.
In all this I know redemption is near.



This is About my grandma who died on April 24, 2004
"Pain of Death"

I try so hard to hide
from the feelings I have inside
But the more I run, the more it hurts
the more I resist, it only gets worse
I can't escape from the pain I feel
The suffocation within is far too real
I put on a mask to hide my affliction
but my tears wash it away, they have no remission
I search deep within, for some shred of hope
Where is the peace in which my heart can cope?
My heart has been in anguish since she died
Where is my God in whom I can confide?
Please draw near, and heal my broken heart
my spirit is shattered, I'm falling apart
You said You'd never leave me, nor forsake
please don't let this fear desecrate
I am so lowly, I am so weak
My heart cries out for You to speak
Take my hand, and draw me to You
it is only in Your love that I'll make it through

skilltroks
06-14-2004, 12:05 PM
Gossip.
good or bad it may be

O, how harmless it can seem

have you wondered what's all about?

just ask her, did she have sex?

just ask him, did they break up?

ask me questions, i'll give you some lies so you can find the truth behind them all

quite simple, ask people, wisper to each other, harmless as it may be.
copyright skilltroks/sarahj

disciple
06-16-2004, 04:32 PM
I have plenty of poetry. For every subject. If anyone wants to hear a specific subject from my poetry just say the word and I'll post. I give you guys a sample piece that is just nuts. I wrote it as a symbol of all the corruption that has turned the world upside-down. You can even find something about all the fake Christians out there in a line or two. I had to edit one word into "criminal" because I didn't want it to be inappropriate or insensitive in any way for this website. Please just read; it's complicated and may take a couple reads (or questions) to understand. Here it is:

"Different Beat"

Time steady. I slow down.
Age defines a class that hums “drown.”
Fish that fly and birds that swim.
The bird scales the lake that is dim.
A man cries, but the little girl doesn’t apply.
Tock a tick off the clock takes a pick weather or knot.
Moon shines, but the sun just glows. A mind and no plot.
A turtle catches a cheetah that just walks.
He kills his life and lives the stocks.
The killer’s-in-a-box and Jack’s on a spree.
The doctor is stressed and the patient counts back from three.
Life is dead and death is over.
The fly digs and the worm are slapped into fever.
Apes civilize over humans who check for fleas.
The body is dumb with a mind hard to please.
The fly leaps to catch the toad’s tongue with its mind.
The victim’s too mean to the criminal too kind.
Kicked in the mind and numb in the knee.
The gazelle gets a meal from its chaser’s plea.
Smile while you cry and frown while you laugh.
A hermit plays ball and a child leans upon a staff.
Boogey while you get stabbed ‘cause dancing isn’t fun.
Starglow, Moonshine… just have a laugh when you get done.

disciple
06-16-2004, 04:34 PM
^^And please don't take the words literally in the poem, of else you may get confused^^

panheadhockeydude
06-16-2004, 05:41 PM
good poem!

disciple
06-16-2004, 06:32 PM
Here's a love poem:



This Place

My image of you in my mind is fading from this place.
All that’s left of you is your dwindling face.
I still cherish my time with you and you’re done with me.
So stay away from me.
I am the worst decision that you could make.
So just stay away from me, I’m so fake.
Please just keep away.
I hope I’ll find my way,
But only if it’s closer to you.
I still won’t be awake when I come to.
All I want to do is to come to you.
The time I spent with you is without rue.
Fading from memory is your face.
So please just come back to this place.

pidget
06-16-2004, 06:37 PM
That first poem you [disciple] posted makes my brain hurt. :-\

disciple
06-16-2004, 06:41 PM
don't worry. I don't have time (or patience) to explain it again, unless you wanna know what it is that bad. Ignore it otherwise, I just knew no one was gonna ask for it, so I put it down. Panheadhockeydud, I explained it to her, and she gets it now. It's an awesome poem, when understood. In general: Even though our world is being flipped upside down, God will still punish the unjust and give wings to His children! (we are the "fish" in "Fish that fly and birds that swim" line.) Howabout the second one?

pidget
06-16-2004, 06:48 PM
It's pretty, but kind of sad. I do know that feeling, though. Hurting those you love...

Here's a poem I wrote... it doesn't have a name, I just wrote it one day b/c I was sick and tired of these people who kept whining about being depressed but got mad and obnoxious when people offered advice. They displayed the typical "you just don't understand me!" attitude. It was (and is) driving me crazy.

Thinking only of your own needs
You run towards Death and his fiends
Never caring about those you'll hurt
You rub their heartache in the dirt
Too caught up in your selfish pride
You turn from help to suicide
You think that death must be better than this
But you're blinded by your own cowardice
God is there right next to you
Waiting for His chance to help you through
But you ignore Him like the rest
Choosing pain rather than being blessed
Stop spitting in the faces of those who try to help
Stop focusing only on the pain you've felt
You haven't failed when you've fallen down
You've only failed when you stay on the ground
Instead of sinking into sadness and depression
Rejoice in your imperfection
For in your weakness He makes you whole
In your inadequecy He heals your soul

disciple
06-16-2004, 07:01 PM
That poem kinda hurts, pidget. I was like that oh so recently... but my poem wasn't wabout hurting the one I loved, but vice versa. Heartbreak. She left me alone in this wretched town, and I was mad at her (without her knowing because she never called me) and I hated myself for it, but I wanted her back. Your poem hit it right on the nose, though.

This poem I wrote when I wanted to do something outrageous and outspoken against my stepmom, and I wanted to run away. I wanted to swoon the "love of my life" and then "consumate" that love :-[ . But I never did, no matter how much I loved the darkness... so I just cut myself with a dull blade instead. Just once though; didn't want my parents to know... my "leash in my head."


Raindrops


I lay alone in my room,
I can hear thunders boom.
Wondering if my life is worth controllin’,
I just keep watching it rollin’,
---Thinking my thoughts of before,
---And how I thought it could change if I made a little uproar.
And you see what that gave me…
It’s my crippled world… that I may never again see.
---I see you watching me, and I’m wondering if you’re ever gonna be there,
---Or if you’re gonna end up laughing, scoffing, screaming, or if you’re gonna stare.
I’m still standing here, hearing your screams blaring,
I still see you laughing, crying, screaming, and staring.
I’m still alone, deaf-toned and tone-deaf.
I’m always having troubles when matching the treble clef.
---You’ll never see the right side of me; it’s locked far away…
---Where the Moon doth glow and the tree hath sway.
And it’s a long path there and I’ll never get to see it.
Bolts follow me and the path’s moonlit.
---It’s either the way that angels fall or it’s the path that’s clouded by evil.
---I wish I could walk the way of the free, but I’m weighed down by my grieving anvil.
I’ve always known that all you have been there, and still returning,
I wish to learn the path that keeps turning and turning.
And with all my troubles with the trebles, I’ll never see the light of day.
Oh, how I long to see the sun’s bright ray…
---I stand outside; it’s past dark.
---I’m staring down the shaded street called Clark.
Staring toward the path to freedom…
I see people in the distance, knowing I’ll never see’em.
---I know if I could shake off all this pain,
---And remove my invisible leash from my brain,
Then and only then my life would change.
I can sense the excitement across the dark range.
I know… that if I gathered myself and walked away… I’d finally be free.
I pray for the day the angels cast signals of truth for everyone to see.
---The lies in my life reverse me, overpower me, ever since the day I planted that seed.
---I’ve known things that kill the affected and I cover it up by the books I read.
It’s my life that keeps me here but it’s God that keeps me alive
And it’s all for the one that I strive and strive.
---Raindrops can not clear my mind, but rain is telling me not now nor ever will I leave.
---But I need to leave! I need to make these mistakes to make my tree leave.
I’ve planted my roots in a place of hate and I need to stay
And I need to stray
From my path put in place of my life.
Because I can’t always grow in a straight, but my life is forced forward by fate’s knife.
---Crossing lines and changing ways is harder than it seems
---Changing ways and forcing your life apart by its seams.
I’m placed in direction of carelessness and needfulness.
I can’t run this forever. I just can’t keep pulling this.
---I need to set this down and run as fast as I can leap.
---I can’t continue sewing what I need to reap.
There’s a path I need to make.
I’ll never fix this break.
And I’ll never unwind this bind
I have a leash in my mind.

pidget
06-16-2004, 07:08 PM
I've been there too. Which is why I got so mad. They were acting like they were the only ones who knew what it felt like to be depressed.

disciple
06-16-2004, 07:10 PM
Yeah, no kiddin'. People did that with me bunches. Like my HUGE poem?

pidget
06-16-2004, 07:14 PM
Woo... definitely huge. Sounds like me a year or two ago when all I listened to was Linkin Park. *snort* Man, I was a moron. Still am, but now I'm a smarter moron. If that makes sense.

disciple
06-16-2004, 07:16 PM
That makes a lot of sense, pidge :) Yeah, that WAS me two or three years ago. I have better stuff, but I wanted to get a long and good one on here. I'm gonna put another long one on here. Do you want something easier to understand?

pidget
06-16-2004, 07:23 PM
Anything that's easier to understand than that first one. My brain is still swimming. But I have to get off now.

disciple
06-16-2004, 07:25 PM
Oh, OK :) But lol, yes, This one isn't EASY to understand, but it's still very simple.

disciple
06-16-2004, 07:29 PM
Woes of the Children of God

When suns arise, tired and hollow,
At my first gaze all I feel is pain.
For the Shadows stretch ’cross the land.
And there I stand…
Neither pitied nor famed…
But all I think is how I’m akin to them all.
I reach out my hand,
Shaken and stained,
I forget my pains, and swallow my shame.
But upon my touch the earth cringes and grays.

When darkness falls, tempting yet yearning,
After his days he weeps and mourns.
For his errs fill cracks in his soul.
And there he stands…
Alone and ashamed…
But all he does is yearn for things long gone.
Inside his mind,
Stained and impure,
He wants these things both shameful and honest,
But he can’t say they’re pure, good, or normal.

When time has passed, uneventful and empty,
It calls its name with either strength or confusion,
For that is the nature of temptation.
And there it stands…
Tempted and able…
What will it do? Will it give in or draw back?
It readies to speak,
Ably and slowly,
It feels the urge, that feeling, that cry,
It wants to stand; is it its heart binding it down?

When ages pass, both dark and sinful,
Will all these sins, so earthly and morbid,
Make these creatures truly die in the end?
And there they stand…
The children of God…
Somehow they seem to think mostly of their pains.
They pray to God,
Broken in shame,
They ask of Him only wisdom and forgiveness.
Is that not too much to ask?


And they can’t see because of self-pity,
For sin has enveloped this land.
This truly is a miracle from Jesus.
And there she stands…
Fouled and naked…
To her knees she falls, weeping in shame.
A hand reaches out,
The Hand of the Lord,
He wipes ’way her tears, and she begs His forgiveness.
He says, “my child, I already forgave them.”

Both days and nights, both hours and moments,
We bear these pains; these sins and temptations,
So we must fight till the end of time.
And here we stand…
Both alone and with God…
So what will we do when we suffer in trials?
He wants to live,
Like many do,
What should he do? Should he leave where it’s safe?
What will it do about its lingering temptation?

When these battles end, whene’er the smoke clears,
The land is calmed and all can see clearly,
A beam of light pierces the clouds.
And there will stand…
The truth about the war…
Cloaked in lies, the truth can’t be seen.
So all will sin,
With impurity and trill,
Until all are faced with the burden of truth.
Many will fall and sin out of hate.

But will they find the answer they search for?



God bless,


A.D.

disciple
06-17-2004, 01:32 PM
Here is another poem. I wrote it today about the dream I had last night that has confused me beyond belief. If you wanna know what the dream was (it's not in the dreams thread I made) ask and I'll put it in the "Dreams Thread."



Why

Why are you here?
Why couldn’t you be near?
Why can’t you leave my deep mind?
Why am I in that old bind?
Why do I still dream of you?
Why can’t I be rid of you?
Why can’t I preach to you?
Why do I want to see you?
Why don’t I know the reason?
Why didn’t you last just one season?
Why are you a part of me?
Why is it the answer I cannot see?
Why does this seem more than it seems?
Why do I want to hold you in my dreams?
Why isn’t the answer clear?
Why do I want you near?
Why don’t I know?
Why don’t I want you to go?
Why does my gut turn only when I see you?
Why do I have all these feelings for you?
Why can’t we talk?
Why do you hold me in such shock?
Why did I love you in the first place?
Why do I just want to see your face?
Why does this elude me?
Why couldn’t you be with me?
Why does this confuse me?
Why does this have to be?
Why is it you I can’t forget?
Why were you the one I couldn’t get?
Why did I mend?
Why isn’t this the end?

God bless,

A.D.

pidget
06-17-2004, 05:38 PM
Those are cool. I like that first one a lot. ;D

disciple
06-17-2004, 05:39 PM
Thanx! I wrote Woes a fortnight ago, I think. Think of Pippin from The Return of the King singing, and you'll feel the way I did when I wrote that. I was feeling upset by sins of the past.

johnnyboy21
06-21-2004, 08:34 PM
Alone

I am alone in the darkness, no one to guide me,
I fight alone in here, with nothing to help me,
I am nothing, I am just an image, a shell,
I have none to love me, no one to support me,
I have no voice to speak up with, no means to speak,
I thought I have touched love, but it was ripped away,
I thought I had friends, but I have learned I have none,
Today, Today I am alone, like I was yesterday, like I will be tommorrow.

johnnyboy21
06-21-2004, 08:34 PM
Times like these

I was a nothing, a nobody,
I was the black sheep,
But its times liek these I learn to use it,
The world was red with fire,
Unwanting of new people and ideas,
An unkind planet, Unkind to my kind,
But its times liek these I learn to fight for what I want,
Then, I found you, the one who stole my heart,
We may have had our problems,
We may have stumbled,
But its times like these I learn to live,
But we are on our feet now,
We have a friendship that is built tough,
My love for you is undeniable,
Although you live so far away,
And I can not touch your silky face,
To gaze into your eyes,
To be able to kiss your lips of wine,
To run my hand though your hair,
But its times liek these I learn to love,
Learn to finally feel how it is to love,
To love a woman that will return my love,
Indeed these are the times.

johnnyboy21
06-21-2004, 08:34 PM
Sucky Life
Forgotten is my love for her,
Forgotten is my heart i gave to her,
My love has been detroyed,
My love for her has been tossed out,
On the road I travel,
To find my heart,
To find my love,
Torn between worlds,
Between emotions,
Its all falling apart,
Never meant to be put together the way it was,
Never meant to be the same,
Time and Time again, I trust,
Believe that I love her,
But all has been broken,
Discarded like last weeks trash,
Vivid memories of past love,
Past emotions,
Emotions that have been trampled over,
Wondering where I went wrong,
Where I made the wrong turn,
My life is different now,
Now I have a wall,
This wall gaurds my heart,
Gaurds me from being hurt,
No longer will I trust or love again,
No longer will I believe in falling in love.

disciple
06-21-2004, 08:38 PM
Got a poem. A poem is a powerful way to talk. if you have a poem and want to show us then post it here. i was going to post a poem but i couldn't find it. show us your poetry skills. I know it will be good.
Ned, there's a Poem Thread already.

johnnyboy21
06-21-2004, 08:40 PM
um disciple if u look, this was psoted over 2 months ago, i jsut fouind it., next time look at the post dates

disciple
06-21-2004, 08:44 PM
ok... jeez, I didn't think so...

XmusicaddictX
06-22-2004, 09:08 AM
those are some awesome poems guys! whenever i get home i think i'll post one of mine, but yeah great job guys! :-D

disciple
06-22-2004, 10:40 AM
Thanks... I don't thnk anyone likes reading my poetry... too long and boring and complicated :P

XmusicaddictX
06-22-2004, 12:37 PM
lol if i didnt like your "long boring complicated" poetry, would i be on this thread? :P

XmusicaddictX
06-22-2004, 12:38 PM
the innocence

the stars crack
and blood falls from a sky
where the sun dosen't shine
down to a cold world
where innocent blood is spilling
falling everywhere
hope is melting faster
as tears pour down your face
and you cry out to God
screams sending chills
tears making paths in the dirt
on your perfectly clean heart
all over the world
a perfect example
of the worst irony
snakes choke our hearts
thinking they have won
the temple curtain tears
the ground shakes
everything turns black
and tears of innocence
fall faster from the sky
looking down onto a world
where the sun dosen't shine

disciple
06-22-2004, 12:40 PM
Wow... great poem! I love it! It kinda reminds me of a few poems I'll post once this thread gets goin' again!


LOVED the poem! God bless,

A.D.

johnnyboy21
06-22-2004, 01:32 PM
man, how many poem threads r there?

disciple
06-22-2004, 01:34 PM
I don't know... who knows which one is the official one!

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 05:40 PM
Nat your poem rocks the western world

man im hiper right now WOOHOO

disciple
06-22-2004, 05:47 PM
Nat your poem rocks the western world

man im hiper right now WOOHOO
#1 You are TOO right. Her poetry is the BOMB

#2 It's quite obvious you're hyper right now, lol, j/k

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 05:49 PM
Yeah its the first time ive ever heard her poetry its awesome

i am hiper and we have left over fireworks bwahahahahaha
i shouldnt eat so much sugar mwahahahahahahahahahaha

disciple
06-22-2004, 05:51 PM
lol

yeah, you shouldn't


but to stay on topic, anyone got any poetry?

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 05:56 PM
i made a rap its kinda like poetry

disciple
06-22-2004, 05:58 PM
Well, go ahead and post it! While you do that, I'll get something to eat. You make rap too?

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 06:02 PM
here is my rap

#1
eeny meeny miny miny moe
im gonna catch ya by yo big toe
if you hollar i wont let you go
unless you also pay me a lot of doe

#2
Yo Yo Yo Yo P to the Q
i is C and you is Doo
Like Seadoo
Yo Yo Seadoo

i have too much time

disciple
06-22-2004, 06:11 PM
lol.... obviously....




rofl

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 06:14 PM
o my gosh i almost forgot our band rap for marching band
rap is like poetry

ok her it goes

We in band yes we er
you can make fun of us but we dont ker
we the cooest kids in skoo
if you make fun of us then use a foo
we got trumpets on the left
mellos on the right
and were all gonna rock your socks tonite
so put yo hands together
and shout out loud
cause ya all know
we bring the crowd
What?

disciple
06-22-2004, 06:17 PM
Peace! rofl, yeah, that's better than the first.

fryingpan
06-22-2004, 06:19 PM
yeah well i didnt write the band rap so...

disciple
06-22-2004, 06:23 PM
... oh.... sorry. Well, anyway, feel free to write away, if you want. I have the time.

Unregistered
06-22-2004, 10:46 PM
Here y'all can post your original work or favorite lyrics from any song. I'm posting one I wrote last night.
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:'( :'( :'(


~Save me
[I]Keep me alive
Help me survive
My heart is dying
My soul is crying
All because of my love
But it's never enough
You can't see
I need you to save me

My broken heart
I know we'll soon part
If only you'd save
All the love I gave
I'm falling asleep
My love I can't reap
If only you'd see
I need you to save me[/

Unregistered
06-22-2004, 10:49 PM
“Grace”
Silers Bald
My heart is so proud
My mind is so unfocused
I see the things You do for me
As great things I have done
But now You gently break me
And I cry just like a baby
You hold me as my Father
And mold me as my maker
I ask You

How many times will You pick me up
When I keep on letting You down
And each time I will fall short of Your glory
I’ll find Your forgiveness abounds
And You answer, “My child, I love you
And as long as you’re seeking My face
You’ll walk in the power of My daily sufficient grace.”

At times I may grow weak
And seem a bit discouraged
Knowing that someone, somewhere
Can do a better job
But who am I to serve You
I know I don’t deserve You
But that’s the part that burns in my heart
And keeps me hanging on
You are so patient with me, Lord


As I walk with You, I’m learning
About what Your grace really means
How all of my transgressions
You payed at Calvary
So instead of trying to repay You
I’m learning to simply obey You
By giving up my life to You
For all that You’ve given to me

disciple
06-22-2004, 10:53 PM
Amen! I love that poem! I could imagine that being a P.O.D. song. It's an awesome poem. I give you props, lol. God bless,

A.D.

Unregistered
06-22-2004, 10:59 PM
Muhammad Ali

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.

"Only after the last tree has been cut down;
Only after the last fish has been caught;
Only after the last river has been poisoned;
Only then will you realize that money cannot be eaten."

- Cree Indian Prophecy

disciple
06-22-2004, 11:05 PM
Hmmm... interesting lyric.

XmusicaddictX
06-23-2004, 11:17 AM
picture of my heart

look at this
picture of my heart
all broken and torn apart
its a sad sad victim
of satan's sabatoge
can you save me from this?

ive seen this place
been here too many times before
and satan i see you
hiding in the shawdows of my heart
and Jesus i see you
standing with arms open wide
and Jesus i hear you i feel you
calling my name

free this heart
break these chains
with your hands
i can fly away
away from this cage
oh away from this pain
and im running
running to you now

disciple
06-23-2004, 11:24 AM
Wow... you never cease to amaze, Nat! Another P.O.D. or Skillet song kind of poem -- you are truly gifted and inspired. God bless,

A.D.

XmusicaddictX
06-23-2004, 11:33 AM
thanx!.....:-D

disciple
06-23-2004, 11:38 AM
Your welcome! It's pleasant to read others' poetry, especially when it's as fascinating as your is!

cinnamonxspider
06-24-2004, 08:54 PM
Tears of a Fighter

her tears have fallen
softly to the ground
they slip gently
and dont make a sound.

these tears cause her pain
but she seems not to care,
for other pain she owns
is too much to bear.

no one even knows
of this pain she feels
for its all hidden by
her happy-faced shield.

and when she's alone
these tears flow again,
she has nearly no one,
only one friend.

her friend is called silver
he's sharp and he's cold,
he creates her tears,
and helps them to flow.

but this little girl
stands up and she fights,
all she wants
is to keep her life.

for these tears that come,
and rush like a flood,
these tears of a fighter
come only in blood.

XmusicaddictX
06-25-2004, 08:38 AM
that was an amazing poem...wow...

pidget
06-27-2004, 02:27 PM
:o Wow... that's a really amazing poem. Wow.


Shadow Child

Standing in the shadows
No one sees me there
The truth like curtained windows
But none of them care
Smiling as I pass by
I see your image in their eye
Nothing more than your shadow
I'm not me, just part of you
I'm the one they don't care to know
There's nothing left for me to do
I've melted into your wake
In a shadow curse I cannot break


Lost

Plunging into cold, hard apathy
I feel rage begin consuming me
Hollow and alone, cut off from the world
I've watched as hatred has again unfurled
Sadness rips apart my flesh and mind
Hatred burns away my heart, so blind
No voice I hear speaks words that soothe
So I fake another smile to hide the truth
Eyes of blind men chip away at me
But they do not know what it is they see
No one sees that I am lost to them
Torn away by my own world of sin
Tears are spilling down my face
They don't know thier words have no place
Unknown to them the truth I dread
They can't save me, I'm already dead

disciple
06-27-2004, 05:31 PM
wow... that's some great stuff... makes my stuff look like chicken-scratchings...

brokenupperhand
07-01-2004, 07:20 PM
I haven't seen a thread like this on here. So here it is. A Poem thread. Mods you can move it if this doesn't belong here. Anyways, here you can post your poems and stuff like them. For all to read. I am going to start with this one I wrote the other day entitled "Full Moon"

The night is always calling me
When the full moon I out
So am I.
I love the full moon
How it casts a silver-ish light on everything
How hen it is out you can walk without any extra light.

When the full moon I out
There are also witches and pagans.
Doing their sacred rituals
With coven or solitary
Cast about them their sacred magicks in their circles

Yet I walk past them
I walk to my personal sacred area
I walk to the cross
Where my savior died
To save me from my sinful, pagan life.
As I arrive, I mysteriously fall and pray
“Thank You lord, for saving me from my past life
From the paganism and the damnation.
I know that I have I haven’t been always faith to you
And I thank you a million times for every sin
You forgive of mine.
With you my life has a path,
And that path is to serve You
Without You I am nothing
But with you I am everything.
In Your holy and precious name, Amen.”

When I am done I walk back
Into the light of the full moon
Knowing that the witches and pagans
No longer pose a threat to me
For I am His who created the world
And no one can take me from Him.

disciple
07-01-2004, 07:26 PM
actually there is a poemn thread. It's called Poem thread. Just a heads up :)

Zero_Punk900
07-02-2004, 07:56 PM
Everyday

Everyday only regrets
Everyday staring down
Everyday looking at scars
And everyday whishing they were gone

I wrote this yesterday.

-ZP

disciple
07-02-2004, 07:57 PM
I love short poetry. It always fits because life itself is short.

cinnamonxspider
07-03-2004, 11:50 AM
okay this one's a little rough, but i'm workin on it...


Hello, Scarling

Addicted to morphine
of a different kind
as you overlap
to re create the red lines

your blade is the needle
your scars are the tracks
but just like the drug
you conceal all the facts

it plays with your mind
to poison your brain
you'll never make it out
because your arms are stained

you live a life
of regret and fear
washing it away
with your scarlet tears

etched with memories
that are here to stay
carved with sadness
that won't go away

so just heal up
peel off, and fade
its the best place
where your secrets are made.

Zero_Punk900
07-03-2004, 07:29 PM
You Didn't Know This

You didn't know this
But one day I called you
I didn't receive an answer to my call.

You didn't know this
But I was lying on the floor
I needed you but you weren't there.

You didn't know this
But I had been cutting myself
I needed help but no one answered.

You didn't know this
But I had cut to deep
I was slipping away with no one near.

You didn't know this
But I was calling you
I needed to talk but you weren't on.

You didn't know this
But I was drifting away
I wanted to say good-bye but couldn't get you.

You didn't know this
But I held on
I held on so because I didn't want you hurt.

You didn't know this
But one day I called you
And now I'm thankful that you didn't answer.

Zero_Punk900
07-03-2004, 07:30 PM
Thank-You Father

Thank-You Father
For giving me today.
I love you all the more
For showing me your love each day.

Thank-You Father
For this second chance.
How can you show love more
Than being there to get me out of my trance?

Thank-You Father
For each and every day.
I cherish them so much more
Because you showed your love this way.

Thank-You Father
For every single chance.
You have given me so much more
Than I need so I can advance.

Thank-You Father
For giving me today,
For letting me have a second chance
And for showing me you love today.

this one was written in a good mood while ^ was written after well it pretty much explains what it was after.

-ZP

disciple
07-03-2004, 07:34 PM
Great poetry... pret-ty dang inspiring, is I do say so myself... which I do. OK, now I just confused myself.

Zero_Punk900
07-03-2004, 07:36 PM
thx dude! i didn't really like either of them. YDKT was written to a person that i had called up but they'll never see the poem cause i'd be really ashamed to show it.

-ZP

disciple
07-03-2004, 07:44 PM
I love Thank-You Father, of course, but YDKT is also very good. It represents a little something of me, in fact, in my past, so it means quite a bit to me :)

Zero_Punk900
07-03-2004, 08:30 PM
That's good for me to know that my writing can actually touch people. It's funny but earlier this year I hated poetry and now I find it one of the best ways to express myself.

disciple
07-03-2004, 08:32 PM
Yep.... backwards with me, I always loved my poetry in the past, but now I despise it :P

pidget
07-04-2004, 12:00 PM
I know I've posted this one before (not on this thread), but I really love it. It may not be the best, but it's my favorite of all my poems:

Black Heart

Black heart inside of me,
Clouding in my mind
Crushing sense of heavy
Snapping all my bones.
Black heart inside of me,
Burning in my brain
Destroying who I used to be
Ripping at what's good.
Black heart inside of me,
Please let me go
Inhaling all my misery
Haunting in my soul.
Black heart inside of me,
Shredding all my hope
Breaking my will to flee
Demolishing my life.
Black heart inside of me,
A prison in my soul
From which I can't be free...

rye
07-05-2004, 09:15 PM
ok someone tell me if ive posted in here before or not cuz i cant remember...

Sweat drops of blood

Its dripping, its flowing, its forgiveness in its ugliest form, it cleanses me washes over me, and all I can offer in return for such price, is me and my sinful self.
Your Sweat drops of blood, I can see them now, they drown my soul in an endless hound
It rips through my very being and ravishes my appetite
It twists and bends my mind right out of reality
It pulls my soul out of its hiding place, and into an open flame
As your blood hit’s the ground my tears start to flow as rain out of the open sky in a hideous storm
Your sweat drops of blood, They draw me near, bring me towering to my knees
All I see is red

himcfly
07-07-2004, 07:32 PM
ok here's mine.

War
Death, dieing, deceased
killing on the streets,
Murder double homoside
and the secret police.

Children dieing,
just civilian causalities
"no problem" they say
it's just a part of the fight.
Even if it is,
Does it make it right?

Hunting down criminals
here and there,
People who are hunting,
Do you really care?

Plutonium filled warheads,
being readied for a flight.
SOme say it's for the good,
Others ask, Is it right?

Weapons, arms and ammunition,
all being bought and sold.
Is our community safe anymore?
Yes, we are told.

Sure, there are differences
I'm sure our priorities clash.
But even if they do
should we still bash?

Killing, killing, everywhere.
They say it's because security's tight,
Some say it's for the good.
Others ask... Is it right?


~joy~

disciple
07-07-2004, 09:53 PM
I just wrote this quite spontaneously in the Pointless Posts, so I decided to put it here.

Wondering Why

Life is just a whirlwind, and I'm waiting to grab hold.
Wondering why my life has never gotten old.
Wondering why I am a league beneath my fellow kind,
Wondering why I let the trials grind.
Wondering what takes so much out of me,
Wondering why I find love when I disagree.
Wondering why I ponder,
Wondering why I wander,
Knowing all this thinking is getting me nowhere,
All I beg for is a breath of fresh air.

korey_cooper_jr
07-17-2004, 05:28 AM
Here is a poem I wrote about my struggle with anorexia. This has helped me get some feelings out that were bottled up inside. I hope you guys get something out of this...

Is It Worth It?
Is it worth it?
When in a world that shows how it’s supposed to be,
Then who is right?
All the ads, commercials, phrases, and slogans can never take away the pain.
Things are coming down,
It’s becoming clear finally.
Can you smell the polluted air?
The contaminated water carries only soft whispers of death.
It’s so thin here,
I can taste the thick emptiness inside.
Fullness is poison to my mind,
Wholeness to my soul.
How can I be so overwhelmed by something that isn’t even there?
I’m smothering in my own thoughts,
Drowning in my own tears.
This fire’s growing dim now.
Small shadows creep where huge pillars once stood.
Where’s that feeling that I don’t feel?
This hostage is accepting it’s captor with arms wide open.
How can I be best friends with silence now?
It betrays me every time a secret is kept.
What’s that steady beating?
Its faint rhythm slows every moment I catch a breath.
My feet have worn a place in what has become my destiny.
A small cruel box,
On which I stand before my own audience of one.
No applaud, no encore.
Just a disappointed accomplishment has been made here.
Sharing the weight,
It’s more than any hero could ever bear.
You’re as faithful and ambitious as I was,
As empty and afraid as I am.
I’m perfectly safe in this danger zone.
My lies echo every pound,
Every pound reflects lies.
Where did this start?
When does this end?
I’m becoming it,
It’s becoming me.
Is it worth it?
When in a world that knows how it’s supposed to be,
Then why am I supposing it?

animeraven34
10-03-2004, 07:51 PM
Ok...........This is really hard for me to do this piece of writing is very personal and I have never been very open with anyone, including my best and closest freinds. I wrote this about a month ago on a day when my past was bubbling up from the depths of my mind. I don't know or care how good it is I have just felt like I need to share it somewhere since I wrote it so here it goes:

The Walls

Self-inflicted pain,
caused by self-destruction,
caused by dee depression,
caused by self-inflicted pain...
It would seem a never ending cycle,
but for the knowledge that I can
stop the perpetuation.
And the walls stare at me.

But do I want to stop?
Or am I happy in my despair?
Do I take joy in my own frustration?
WHY DO I REVEL IN MY DEPRESSION?!
The perpetuation runs rampant,
but only if I let it, only if you let it.
And the walls are staring.

It would seem most of my pain is
sefl-inflicted, but why?
Why, why must I let it go?
Why can't I hold onto it?
WHY WON'T YOU LET ME ANYMORE?!
Oh God, OH GOD, why why did I allow myself to
continue on so far? so long?
Why did I not see it ealier?
Because I I couldn't?
Or Because I allowed my self to be blinded?

And the walls disappear...

rawkyafaceoff
10-05-2004, 05:27 PM
I just read all the poems on here. You people are amazing. I especially like disciple's and animeraven34's posts.
I was going to post one of my poems but they are pretty bad compared to all of yours. Maybe i'll submit one anyway...

animeraven34
10-05-2004, 07:26 PM
You people are amazing. I especially like disciple's and animeraven34's posts.
I was going to post one of my poems but they are pretty bad compared to all of yours. Maybe i'll submit one anyway...

Well, thank you. I think you should post one. Come on, take a chance.......please? To be honest I didn't want to post mine either, but my feeling is that poetry or songwriting is more about expressing feelings than anything else. It's your choice though.

rawkyafaceoff
10-07-2004, 11:04 AM
umm...i wrote this to express how certain people think i am and how i really am.

I laugh,I talk, I smile,
You think I am so normal,
So happy.
But you only see what I want you to.
Inside I cry, scream, die,
Every single day.
Is my life meaningless?
Did God create me as a joke?
I want to make this all disappear.
Someonday I'll just be gone,
But will anyone care?
I am so small,
So meaningless,
Will anyone miss me?
I don't know...

animeraven34
10-07-2004, 02:42 PM
^ See now was that so bad? Seriously, that was pretty good.

skilltroks
10-07-2004, 05:46 PM
everybody is nice
smelling like spice.
Everyone in da house
cause it's cold out there
something bout a mouse
that is't very fair.
this limmrick is kinda sad
please dont get mad.

Ta da! *clap clap clap clap x4 so I would clap in sixteenths

korey_cooper_jr
10-07-2004, 05:57 PM
Stalemate

This game is now at my opponent’s stare,
I’m running out of ideas of how not to be left feeling so obsolete.
Pushing to pull,
Falling to stand.
Can’t you hear me screaming?
I’m losing my voice on this frontline.
This tug-of-war is pulling me down,
I can’t win this war when distracted by battles.
Brother against brother,
Me against me.
This empty vessel can’t get to shore,
Not without an anchor of hope.
My dreams are spoiling in my veins,
My intentions are mutating under my skin.
Held at a stand still,
Why do you even reach for me?
You’ll come to realize I’ll bend until you break.
The advice I feed is the kind I can’t swallow,
The kind that keeps you hungry for more.
Locked in a pit of temporary solace,
I’ll ignore your pleads of concern.
This dry season is just right for failure to set fire.
All eyes are on me and I forgot my lines…
I recall being a spectator,
Being safe on the sidelines.
But time is lingering and this detour was only an ambush.
Now I’m sinking in my own footsteps,
And I’m not coming up for air.
The faded places you see in me are from where I carried us the extra mile.
I’ll trace with chalk right where I fell,
Just help me pick up the pieces from the choices I’ve made.
Let me regain my composure,
I need to finish what I started.
I want you to help me stop from falling apart,
Spill me and try to separate the cure from the hurt.
Clawing, searching, tearing, wrecking,
These walls are starting to talk and they’re closing in on me.
Regret, revenge, remorse, reason,
Could you remind me of what we’re searching for in these piles of ashes?
See the stains?
My inside is showing through.
These walls are bleeding through.
Don’t leave me so fragile and desperate,
Don’t leave me stranded in my ailment; my infatuation.
Cornered by all this chaos,
Caught somewhere between defeating collisions and driving impulses.
Your haunting whisper is calling me to break through…
And again this routine is repeating carelessly before my stare.
It’s my turn to make a stand and reveal my strategy.
-------------------------------------------------------------

Yeah...it's pretty deep. And if you can make sense of this, then you must know what I felt when I wrote this......

disciple
10-07-2004, 10:45 PM
I just read all the poems on here. You people are amazing. I especially like disciple's and animeraven34's posts.
I was going to post one of my poems but they are pretty bad compared to all of yours. Maybe i'll submit one anyway...
Thank you, and your poem was inspired. :)

pidget
10-12-2004, 01:12 PM
I have some that are old and some that are new (to me that is.) I forgot if I posted "Empty" already, so I'll just skip that one... Let me see... I guess I'll start with the untitled ones...

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I remember the way you used to be
You had a heart of gold and eyes to see
But now your eyes are blind
And your heart I just can't find
Where did you go?
Even though you are so near
You still aren't really here
Even though you're sitting right next to me
You still aren't who you used to be...

----------------

Falling apart
Never to start
Rebuilding again
I feel the pain
Of things past
I force it to last
I won't let go
Never to know
Forever to fall
'Til the end of it all

----------------

How did I get this way?
Killing myself a little more everyday.
When did I turn to self destruction?
How did I get trapped in endless suction?
When did my life become a downwards slide?
How did I get trapped under the tide?

----------------

Trudging on through dark, through light
Every step is pain, delight
One step closer to my goal
One step farther from being whole.
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Okay, that's all the untitled ones... here are the rest...

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Razor

Blood pouring like a river
A crimson tide of rage
Steel's caress, a cold shiver
Red walls to my cage
Touching blade to flesh
A painful remedy
Warm blood will refresh
The scars of memory
Anger surging up inside
No outlet to prevent this
With hurt I confide
Oh, the violent bliss...

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Sick

So sick of fakes
And flakes
Reaching out to find reality
But all life is dead, sadly
Sometimes I feel the emptiness
And I miss the days of ignorance
So sick of all the manotany
So sick of all the apathy
So many liars clogging this place
Sometimes I just need my space
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There's one more, but it's really long, so I'll post it some other time. Besides, I think that's enough to be getting along with for now.

disciple
10-12-2004, 01:15 PM
Wow, that's really deep. Razor is just wow, Sick is right, and I enjoyed reading the untitled ones.

pidget
10-12-2004, 01:17 PM
Thanks... :-[

((tenletters))

disciple
10-12-2004, 01:19 PM
Well, really, they're good. Better stuff than I wrote when I was fifteen. :P

pidget
10-12-2004, 01:35 PM
Nightmare Lullaby

This nightmare lullaby will always find you
And in your darkest hour it will bind you
And even in your waking moments
There is no escape from this torment
So if you run you will only find the darkness
Of your nightmare lullaby's hopeless

Can't you see I love you just the way you are?
And my love for you sees deep beyond your scars?
Why, then do you run from me
When I can be your pain's rememdy?
Oh, my love, why do you hurt me so,
When I can show you love beyond all you know?
And though your life may now be in chaos
I can pull you through when you are lost.
Please, love, reach up and take my hand.
Don't leave me all alone in this hateful land

This nightmare lullaby has found me
And in my darkest hour it has bound me
And even in my waking moments
There is no escape from this torment
So if I run I will only find the darkness
Of my nightmare lullaby's bitter bliss

So now that you have left me;
Where do I go, who can I be?
You were half the life that kept me whole;
You've left me as a broken, empty soul.
My love, why did you have to go?
I guess this pain will only show
That even in the brightest daylight
The nightmares are much worse than in the cold night.
Where can I go to escape this?
How can I find my way when I'm so hopeless?

Love, this nightmare lullaby will always find you
And in your darkest hour it will bind you
And even in your waking moments
There is no escape from this torment
So if you run you will only find the darkness
Of your nightmare lullaby's angry bliss

I cannot take this living hell
If I lose reality then all is well
Because my sleeping dreams have become my friends
For their terror will always have an end
But in the waking world there is no escape
From the sick and twisted hand of fate
So won't you all just let me be
As I fall into my sleeping sea
And drown before I taste reality...

For this nightmare lullaby will always find me
And in my darkest hour it will bind me
And even in my waking moments
There is no escape from this torment
So if I run I will only find the darkness
Of my nightmare lullaby's hateful bliss
So I let go of all the times I die
And falling, sofly sing my nightmare lullaby...
----------------

My hand nearly fell off when I wrote that one. First I wrote it in my journal, then I copied it into my poetry notebook. But I love it. It's creepy. Reminds me of Silent Hill or something...

disciple
10-12-2004, 01:40 PM
WOW, that's beautiful. It's awesome writing, really. Carries a deep meaning that's difficult to convey. You're quite talented. Would you mind if I copied it to my computer, just 'cause I like it? It's quite inspiring, to me.

pidget
10-12-2004, 01:46 PM
Thanks again. :-[ Sure you can copy it if you like it. I don't mind.

disciple
10-12-2004, 01:49 PM
Ok, thanks. Really, it's good.

I found an old poem (and possibly an old poem book?) in my room, it's from when I was thirteen I think. Possibly fourteen. I'll get the stuff on here soon, if appropriate; I haven't read it over much yet.

Hmmm, wait... is this poem looking familiar? Might I have copied it to my newer poem book? :P Oh well, I'll still look over the papers I found.

Okay, last edit... I found three poems in that nice book, one written and dated to 18 months ago, and it's short, so I'll put it up, it's like nothing I have written before, I don't even remember writing it. Here it is:


My Devotion


Over time wounds heal and pain numbs.
I see pain in a homeless, old man begging for crumbs.
Then I look at what I have and I want to give more.
And, justly so, I want to give them all a home with a door.
I pray that one day all will be in heaven.
It is truly saddening that some children are homeless at age seven.
I truly want them all to see God and love Him,
because God loves them all and I pray that He will guide them.
I wish everyone were a Christian, I do,
because seeing such tragedy saddens my heart, and poisons my mind, too.

The bold and underlined words are as I read them, I didn't alter them for any purpose. As I wrote this poem I did check it for grammar and made some changes. This poem is truly amazing, as it shows my earliest devotion to Christ. It reminds me that I lost heart sometime thereafter until I later revived the Christian inside me. This poem was dated 4/24/03.

The other two poems in the book are longer and not originated from this book, but I did write them, I remember. They show how I slowly went downhill after writing "My Devotion."

pidget
10-12-2004, 01:58 PM
Okay, I haven't posted "Empty" I think... I'm too lazy to check. Oh well, if I have.. here it is again. :P

Empty

I fear I can't handle this
All my life is meaningless
Bent and broken, lying on the ground
Listening to the nothingness my heart pounds
Lost and crying, hidden behind a mask
Wondering why I must wordlessly ask
What's left for me to live for
If this is it, nothing more?
Dead and dying, there's not much difference
All smiling faces in appearance
Sick and bleeding, afraid of those who care
Knocking on the door of death's lair
All my life in my hands
For those of you who understand...

disciple
10-12-2004, 02:12 PM
It doesn't matter, either way Empty is still good. :P

pidget
10-14-2004, 09:22 AM
Oh wow. I like that poem disciple. It's so pretty. I feel that way a lot of the times. It's so sad that people suffer so much, and yet "Christians" are too afraid/embarassed to share hope with them. Maybe they won't except it at the very moment you share it with them. Who cares? The Bible says that the word of God never comes back void.
Christians so often second guess God. "Are You sure You want me to do this?" "Am I really supposed to witness to that person?" "Is that really Your will, God?" It's so stupid. People second guess God more than they second guess Satan. You've never heard of someone stopping to say, "Gee, Satan, are you sure you want me to have sex with this person?" or "Are you sure you want me to go back in the bar and have another beer?" And yet they are constantly asking God if He's really positive that that's what they need to do... Grr... makes me mad.

Okay, sermon over. :-[

disciple
10-14-2004, 01:04 PM
No prob, I enjoy sermons. I haven't been to a church in four months (more or less) so I enjoy sermons. ;D Anyways, that's a point I wanted to get across. How I [saw] other "Xians" just care only about themselves and their suffering and not the people and children who have no home. That was a shred of hope that I kept inside, that helped me survive another year with my ex-stepmom, that knowing that I cared about others more than myself. Over the next year I grew embittered and I shifted to only caring about myself. :-[

pidget
10-14-2004, 01:28 PM
Yeah I know, I did that too. I was pretty compassionate when I was a kid, but then I started to realize that people took advantage of you if you were nice, so I stopped doing it. I wish I hadn't now, b/c now I think about myself too much.

disciple
10-16-2004, 05:14 PM
I know... :( my problem was over a girl and me ex-stepmom, so my bitterness just was too much... even now I have troubles making sure I'm not focused too much on myself. That poem is the last remnant of my selfless soul.

Aoife
10-23-2004, 01:21 AM
Poetry is my bag.. lemme know what you think!

This poem is a remake of the Lord's prayer. It's meant to be very sarcastic and the speaker of the poem is America. This poem is not meant to be a mockery and I hope no one takes it that way.

The Lord's Prayer . . . revised

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Our kingdom come,
our will be done,
so get out of our schools and land.

We want to live our lives
without the worries of your rules,
we don't want prayer or you
in the classrooms of our schools.
We want our children to be free
from the bondage of religion,
and the Bible to be written
in a feminist revision.

We want our daughters to have abortions
without parental consent,
to destroy life and soul
for the look of "not pregnant."
And since our sons cannot control
their sexual desires,
we'll pass out condoms free of charge
to ignite their lustful fires.

And when destruction surrounds our nation
and drives it to the ground,
we'll shout out curses
for your silenced voice had never made a sound.
We ponder why sex, drugs, and crime
are continually on the rise,
for some strange unknown reason
it comes to us as a great surprise.

~Aoife Argantlowen
(tis my pen name)

disciple
10-23-2004, 12:35 PM
Heh, I like it. Now I can say my old writings are "Aoifesque" ;)


Ooh, here's one I wrote a couple days ago. Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never write another poem again, but when the words are flowing out of you, you don't deny them.



Inward Times


Upon inward times, when needs assail,
When triumph crashes with a desire to be celebrated,
And when men are expected not to fail,
When kindness is berated,
And hoarding is seen as survival skill,
Even brethren can turn their backs to suffering
And in their wholesome lives eat their fill.
Pain can be received without buffering,
Cries for help can be seen as prattling,
The open seen as narrow,
Coming to a solution seen as battling,
And a mighty eagle can be seen as a dying sparrow.
Even the kind wouldn’t want the uninvited,
Even the lonely wouldn’t want the esteemed.
Even worst pain can be incited,
And even the wicked can be redeemed.
But why would those who willing cover themselves in slime
Want to wash of their stench with an everlasting light?
And why would they replace the brief thrill of their crime
And want an everlasting day instead of a darkened night?
Where is the ecstasy in something that lasts forever?
Where is the pain they desire more than healing?
“Why follow something so hard to endeavor?”
“Why get rid of that enticing feeling?”
“How can they get that pleasure that seems to erupt?”
“How can it be so alluring without the dark?”
“It can’t be as alluring when it’s so abrupt!”
“Forever would it stain you, and forever it would make its mark!”
“Why start giving when we can take so much more?”
“We don’t need it, we can ignore the call!”
“We don’t need to answer, we don’t need to open the door!”
“We don’t need any of it! We don’t need it at all!”
“Wickedness? Of such, there is none!” they cry.
They believe in totality that living life that way is not wrong.
Upon their face is a kind smile, in their mind a thought so wry.
Out of their mouths come a thousand lies, to others a beautiful song.
Instead of making way for kindness, they adapt to evil’s ways.
They keep on with their decadence and go astray.
They believe they’ll never reach the end on their days,
And in their mind it’s justice, even if, for them, the virtuous have to pay.

about_worth
10-29-2004, 02:44 PM
hey everyone.

wow, i have't been here in ages.

anyway. i started an on-line ezine called Luhith. so if you have any poetry, prose, and/or photography, feel free to submit them to the web site and see if they get published. the deadline is January 31, 2005.

http://luhith.homestead.com

disciple
11-12-2004, 08:26 PM
hey everyone.

wow, i have't been here in ages.

anyway. i started an on-line ezine called Luhith. so if you have any poetry, prose, and/or photography, feel free to submit them to the web site and see if they get published. the deadline is January 31, 2005.

http://luhith.homestead.com
I was thinking about sending one in via E-Mail, as it mentions on the Sumbission page, but I didn't see an E-Mail address...

animeraven34
11-12-2004, 09:25 PM
hey everyone.

wow, i have't been here in ages.

anyway. i started an on-line ezine called Luhith. so if you have any poetry, prose, and/or photography, feel free to submit them to the web site and see if they get published. the deadline is January 31, 2005.

http://luhith.homestead.com
What is meant by "payment for acceptance"?

disciple
11-12-2004, 09:28 PM
It means that, if accepted and so on, then you will receive payments for your subission. I think.

Heh, if so, publisher-searching has taught me some useful things. :azn:

animeraven34
11-12-2004, 09:36 PM
It means that, if accepted and so on, then you will receive payments for your subission. I think.

Heh, if so, publisher-searching has taught me some useful things. :azn:
D'OH!! Hmmmmm......

animeraven34
11-28-2004, 10:15 PM
YAY!! I thought I lost my writin' notebook forever, but I feel stupid now cause it's been in the open this whole time. ::]

Anyway's, I wanted to put this one on here a long time ago:

Sometimes
Sometimes...
Sometimes that knife looks so inviting.
Sometimes it talks to me.
It says it can take all my pain,
Make it leave and never return.
Sometimes I believe the knife.

Sometimes I leave my wounds open.
Sometimes I try to heal them,
but they've been there so long!
Festering, stinking.
Slowly, ever slowly
Rotting my mind, my soul away.

Sometimes...
Sometimes I envy the dead.
Somtimes I wish I was.
Then I could leave my pain,
Leave it all behind and never return.
Then maybe I wouldn't have
A soul to rot away...

Sometimes I remember...
Sometimes I remeber you.
Remember what you did so...
So I wouldn't have to feel the pain.
At times like those, I wish that
Sometimes... would become all the time.

firefryer
01-31-2005, 05:09 PM
Anyone who likes poetry or writes poetry or whatever, come to ALLPOETRY.COM (http://www.allpoetry.com)!! It's awesome! Just join and you can private message me and stuff. My screenname is all4thegridiron. Thanks for joining (if you do, lol). ;D

selah713
02-01-2005, 04:29 AM
Internal Bleeding

In our weakness He is stronger.
Well Im baring all tonight
Crack the door of my closet
Filled with memories and lies.

It must be obvious why I choose not to see
The black shards from when I fall
cutting a hole in me.

But I cant go on like this
Internally Bleeding
No I cant go on like this
Denying what Im needing

Jesus fill my broken places
And heal this wounded soul.

Hey, Im new to this forum. This is my first post.You like it? I intended this to be a song or somethin.

supernova
02-01-2005, 08:12 AM
just one moment, a single breath...
so beautiful you are, come to me in starlight
what causes me pain, is the source of my joy
and all I long for, is always so far away.
I feel scorned, for loving you
persecuted, for being with you
empty and void, because forever spent with you
is still so far away.
silence isn't quite the answer
anger not in question
hate, far too strong a word
love...I do not love enough.
I pray for the sun, I pray for rain
I ask in vain, for contradictions
the sun is not in the sky when it rains
the stars are not visible during the day
and yet I ask for all these thing.
never before did chaos seem to be sanity
not once had love been pain,
and yet I now realize the truth.
nothing worthwhile is easy.
nothing worth dying for, is painless
nothing worth living your life for,
is understood, by the world.

pidget
02-01-2005, 05:16 PM
It's so sad. I think I've only written six new poems in the past six or seven months. I guess I've just lost my drive to write all the time.
Anyhoo, here's one of the six:

Whisper

These are the sounds of the silence
The voices ringing out with violence
They are the words of my sadness
The things that hide in my darkness
They say I am destined to fall
They say I am nothing at all
All this pain, I can't catch my breath
I can't find my way in all this mess
I have no reason to fight
Maybe I'm wrong; maybe they're right
They are the wings to my fear
They speak poison into my ear
They whisper all my madness
They laugh when I am helpless
They scream the things I can't confide
They are my silent suicide

unshakeable15
02-01-2005, 06:12 PM
Hey, Im new to this forum. This is my first post.You like it? I intended this to be a song or somethin.
well, welcome then. :) cool poem.

selah713
02-02-2005, 08:27 AM
thanks mike.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
Martin Luther King Jr.

supernova
02-03-2005, 07:56 AM
Does anybody know how to write happy poetry??!!! No offense guys, but for all of you Christians out there(me too) you guys seem to be SUICIDAL MANIACS!!! I'm just curios if Christ brings any joy to your lives? It just seems sad the Jesus: the source of all joy, hasn't changed us all that much.


Sorry if I generalize...everyones poems are great, but they're just so sad...



...

#1Grandma
02-03-2005, 01:30 PM
This is somewhat happy. I wrote it about a very good friend of mine who happens to be a five year old young lady at my church.

Innocent Wonder

She laughs, She breathes,
She wonders, She sees.
She picks a flower and smiles at this prize,
And touches it gently as it sways in the breeze.
She runs to me holding her hand out proudly,
and says, "This is for you, it smells pretty."
I take it from her tiny hand, holding it to my nose and
breathing in.
Her blonde hair dances over her eyes in the breeze as she
watches me put it through a buttonhole.
Her grin turns into a smile as she runs off to find something
else.
"Thank you!" I call out to her.
She looks over her shoulder and waves as she rejoins her
friends.

The sun moves slowly across the sky as I hear her distressed
voice.
I run to find she has fallen off of her swing.
She rocks slowly back and forth holding her knee in her hands.
Picking her up, I wipe a tear from her cheek only to discover
there is one coming down mine as well.
She sits sobbing in my lap as I whisper in her ear.
She hugs my arm and says, "I love you too."

Phoenix3
02-03-2005, 04:14 PM
I love poetry but right now I got nothing.

disciple
02-03-2005, 04:16 PM
Does anybody know how to write happy poetry??!!! No offense guys, but for all of you Christians out there(me too) you guys seem to be SUICIDAL MANIACS!!! I'm just curios if Christ brings any joy to your lives? It just seems sad the Jesus: the source of all joy, hasn't changed us all that much.


Sorry if I generalize...everyones poems are great, but they're just so sad...



...
I wrote a happy poem once...


...needless to say it was the most delusional piece of paper on Earth.

People use poetry as an outlet for all the darkness in them. Writing a happy one would be... rare. :P

unshakeable15
02-04-2005, 02:33 PM
People use poetry as an outlet for all the darkness in them. Writing a happy one would be... rare. :P
i disagree with that. poetry is like any other art form (painting, writing, composing); the emotions you feel and the images you see come out in what you create. it's all about strong emotions. while pain and suffering are strong, there are stronger things (love, joy, peace...) that can be just as awesome to write about.

it depends upon the artist, but you can tap into the strong positive emotions just as well as the strong negative.

pidget
02-06-2005, 02:39 PM
The poems I write are usually one the negative side b/c most of the time I only feel inspired to write when I'm feeling negative. I know, that's terrible. Besides, the "happy" poems I write are usually moronic. ::]
I do have one positive poem that I really love.

Run to Me
When my hope has died away
And all my dreams are gone
That's when I hear Your soft voice say:
"Run to Me, My child."
When all my friends are torn with anger
And all my lovers are full of hate
That's when I hear Your great voice whisper:
"Run to Me, My child."
When I am lost and cold and broken
And all that's left is shattered pride
That's when I hear Your warm words spoken:
"Run to Me, My child."
When I'm alone and try to die
And I feel like I'm not worth it
That's when I hear Your loving cry:
"Run to Me, My child."
When I am weak and beaten down
And I have nowhere left to go
That's when I hear Your heart's sweet sound:
"Run to Me, My child."

BrokenDreams
02-06-2005, 02:52 PM
I love poetry. Poems can speak a lot about the writer. They also have such an aesthetically artistic feel to them. I might share a poem or two later on.

selah713
02-07-2005, 07:58 AM
my post included a time of overcoming pain becasue it was the latest one i wrote and the only one i had on me at the time i posted. anyways, here's another one, i wrote it earlier:

"Bigger Picture"
You catch me when I cry and bottle my tears to mix with tomorrow's laughter.
The resulting potion refines me, burning away another callous layer.
Tonight I turn to You with hope in Your omnipresent will,
As it welds together the jigsaw of my life
and Your glory takes shape.

RAMONES
02-07-2005, 08:09 AM
heres a poem i wrote.
"Angels With Dirty Faces"

take one look and you snub your nose
you look at the hair and the tatterd clothes
Angel in disguise
But nobody knows
testing your heart
yo see what you do
Hebrews 13:2
"be not forgetful toentertain strangers
for some have entertained angels
unaware."
....so you sit there ...
...sit..and stare...
instead of showing that you care..
OH! thats it! you dont.
so you lift your head...
....get up..
and walk on.
leaving your blessing there.....
.........all beacause they had a dirty face.
by: Shanise Aberanthy :azn:

Phoenix3
02-07-2005, 08:59 AM
I like your poem!

Here's one I wrote.

"Somebody"

Everbody wants to be somebody
No one wants to be nobody
Were all searching for something
Something that's really nothing
It's pointless to keep on going
Don't keep on rowing
We need to stop
Quit trying to fool the cop

selah713
02-08-2005, 04:18 AM
I wrote this because Lent starts tomorrow. He is Risen!! Halleluiah

Easter

All the pain of the world was upon You
No one would speak in Your defense
Though not long ago,as You were an infant
They'd brought You treasures, myrrh, and incense

Still through the trial You did not waiver
Nor did You cower from a single lashing
Looking past the wicked circumstance
You knew this had to be,
That Your blood was slowly setting us free.

animeraven34
02-08-2005, 09:16 AM
Does anybody know how to write happy poetry??!!! No offense guys, but for all of you Christians out there(me too) you guys seem to be SUICIDAL MANIACS!!! I'm just curios if Christ brings any joy to your lives? It just seems sad the Jesus: the source of all joy, hasn't changed us all that much.


Sorry if I generalize...everyones poems are great, but they're just so sad...
Well, just because we are Christian's doesn't mean our lives are constantly going to be filled with joy and happiness. I can't speak for everyone here, but for me fighting depression is a constant battle (if you look closely you'll see that most, if not all, of my poems reflects that). It seems like I wake up depressed almost everyday and have to fight to be happy. But when I am happy I don't write poetry, I work on an ongoing project I have. *shrugs* I guess poetry is just a way for me to get over the things of my past.

disciple
02-09-2005, 07:16 PM
i disagree with that. poetry is like any other art form (painting, writing, composing); the emotions you feel and the images you see come out in what you create. it's all about strong emotions. while pain and suffering are strong, there are stronger things (love, joy, peace...) that can be just as awesome to write about.

it depends upon the artist, but you can tap into the strong positive emotions just as well as the strong negative.
That's true, I know...

I just can't imagine myself having anything good to say when I'm happy. I'll leave the happy poetry to the timeless work of well-known poets...

I have an ongoing poem on my computer I haven't touched in months. Perhaps it's because it's going to be one that reflects my inner darkness... that part of me I've been seeing more of recently.

Maddd
02-10-2005, 03:32 PM
this thread is for ppl who wanna share poems they have writen/ seen that r cool or just sharing some funny stories
your desicion, i have no funny stories ( at least not that i can remember ) but i write LOTS of poems
here is 2
~I will not run~
tears are falling down my face
i hide my eyes becuase of my disgrace
i run away as far as i can
but it is never far enough
i can always run
but never can i hide
You see my pain
you see my sorrow
you see my heart
you see it follow
today i will cry
but i will not run
i will not hide
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~in hell~
they will thirst
but no water will they drink
they will hunger
but the food is out of reach
all they feel is pain
the heats to much to bear
they will thirst
they will hunger
but they cant get out of there
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh hey my siganeture is another poem i wrote ( its abvout God)

blackasdeath
02-10-2005, 04:09 PM
Does anybody know how to write happy poetry??!!! No offense guys, but for all of you Christians out there(me too) you guys seem to be SUICIDAL MANIACS!!! I'm just curios if Christ brings any joy to your lives? It just seems sad the Jesus: the source of all joy, hasn't changed us all that much.


Sorry if I generalize...everyones poems are great, but they're just so sad...



...

it's sort of like books, if you write a book with only happy things in it, no one will want to read it. it's much easier to write a good sad poem than a good happy poem

blackasdeath
02-10-2005, 04:22 PM
Love Does Not Deliver

Breathing for my last time, I feel alone without you, can anybody hear me now?

All I want is for you to hold me once, I'm dying here unless you save me

I need you close to me, just hold me one last time, I know I love you now

Why did I not let myself believe, because now I'm all alone and all I want is you

But your not here for me, and when have you ever been?

It was all a lie, I have never leashed you as you have never I



Now, with you here beside me, I accept my death.

So bitter a thing as I always loved I would cherish if you would me

I told myself it was true, but now here is my path and destiny

Where are you my love, my life, not in my arms or by my heart

Stand away, back away, never come too close.

I've never known you near to me, don't change things while I flee



Now approach me, I'm nearly home, drawing back from you

Kneel by my side and touch my face, a tear rolls from your eye

I never knew if you loved me and still I am denied

Eyes locked, would you look for love, now there is but a glare

I strived for the wall around my heart, I will not give it up

And though there is a door into, you have no wisdom of it



Now you whisper and now you hold me, why not when I lived?

Beg me, plead me, ask me back to you

When did I not love you, when was I not near by?

Never then would you speak to me and now you want my heart

Time which has no end is closing, win me while I'm here

One last chance to gain a heart, found but never claimed



I know I'll live if you can keep me, I mutter my hidden door

Entranced you follow my mutant voice, blind to all around

Certain you will keep me close, you've finally found the door

With joy so great you run to free me from my friend so cold

I feel your breath descend on me, the wind of swift deliverance

Before first I feel your lips on mine I'm taken so completely



A second from Ever After, I left you to cruel world

disciple
02-10-2005, 10:58 PM
That is an awesome poem Renea...


Here... this is the "work in progress" poem I was talking about. I deleted everything I wrote before, and wrote from my heart. As you can see before, it is called "The Dark, Gray Hall."

(Hey, Mike, I just thought I'd say, in all sarcasm, that I love proving myself wrong, especially in front of lotsa people. :D)


Beautiful Sacrifice


Sleepless, I get out of my bed, and stare out into the darkened alley.

The clouded sky is red,
The shadows deep and bare.
Why do I want the darkness?
There is nothing there.
Within myself, a feeling arises.
I walk out my room, and out the door.
I walk down the alley at a slow pace, and look aimlessly about.
I try to forget the images, the scenarios, but somehow I want more.
I think if I somehow could do those things…
I walk into the darkness, and spread my arms.
Beyond the darkness, what little light present shone.
Out there, homes, buildings, and farms.
I close my eyes, and forget it all.
Another image flies by; I entertain the thought.
What would happen? What would things be like?
What kind of chaos would ensue; what evil would be wrought?
I take a deep breath, and open my eyes.
Before me, the same alley as in the day, blanketed in shade.
It seemed different; I walk on, and time begins to pass.
Night did not seem to leave; before me, a new path it made.
The path anew, it came to a bend. Should I walk it?
I walk around it, and flashes of scenarios pass through my mind.
I let them be; it did not bother me.
I hear a clatter, a noise from behind.
I look rearward, and think; should I turn back?
Then, from in front of me, comes a groan of sorts.
Thoughts raced before me, though words I did lack.
The groan came again, but deeper.
It was not a noise, but like one, I sensed it there.
I walk on, brick walls on all sides; what was it?
As I reach another corner, I feel electricity fill the air.
Around the bend I walk, and I come to a metal door.
My hand extends; heedlessly, I swing the cold door open wide.
Inside, darkness swirled. Within it, I saw something.
As I walk in, a chill runs up my side.
I walk on, my heartbeat racing.
I come to a hallway, then a corner; I walk ‘round the bend.
I walk on. Should I go back?
No, I have gone too far, it is a path I cannot mend.
As I walk on, my footsteps grow louder, like explosions in the silence.
Light seemed to bounce off the walls from a room further on.
I looked at the walls, dark gray and of stony tile.
Last in my thoughts was the noise in the alley and my house long gone.
I close my eyes and continue to walk through the hallway.
A feeling like a wildfire rose within me.
The electricity in the air focused, and seemed to detonate.
As I hear myself enter a wider area, I open my eyes. What do I see?

Before me lie a beautiful sacrifice meant for more than I could ignore.

unshakeable15
02-11-2005, 03:06 PM
(Hey, Mike, I just thought I'd say, in all sarcasm, that I love proving myself wrong, especially in front of lotsa people. :D)
good to know. ;)

disciple
02-11-2005, 07:01 PM
good to know. ;)
Yep, I thought you'd like to know that. :D

That be the deepest "positive" poem I've ever wrote! Arr, matey! Sorry, a little wackiness was left up in there... ah, that's better. I thought it was pretty good. I dunno if I wanna post the "negative" version... it's not as good, in my opinion, even though it is similar.

<EDIT> I changed the name. :P

selah713
02-22-2005, 04:11 AM
"Good News"
Spit out that lie they've fed you.
Take my hand.
I'm here to help you rise above.

I've seen your downcast eyes.
I've heard your hopeless cries.

Be strengthened now, Child.
There is a better way.
The Son of Man is calling you home.

fuzzyteddybear
02-27-2005, 08:05 PM
Once again he's found,
eyes to tearsoaked to tell,
knew no 1 would catch him,
as he slowly fell,
falling down through hell,
found no point in life,
always been a loner.
only friends a knife.

just saw him as the fat kid.
never knew he'd take his life.

Dead and just a could be,
never will be,
never was,
all your words of hate,
conquered all his love.
thats number 1~


here's the one im not quite done with yet.

1 cut
2 cuts
closer to the vein,
3 cuts
4 cuts
bleeding out the pain,
5 cuts
6 cuts
emptying my life,
7 cuts
8 cuts
giving my all (to),
this pain consuming knife.
thats all so far.im also re-writing twas the night b4 christmas.

twas the night b4 christmas,
all through the house,
broken girl was stirring,
blood on her blouse,
just started cuttin'
bleeding this life.

empty promises hung by the knifeblock with care,
empty hope,(that)her suicide angel soon would b there.

mamma in her drunken blaze
i, in her path,ran for a knife,
pain staken wrath.

thats all so far.

love u guys!
-matt

fuzzyteddybear
02-27-2005, 08:11 PM
poems r usually an expression.ive never written "happy poetry" cuz all the "happy poetry" ive read sucked.i dont write "happy poems" cuz there is nothing happy to write about 4 me.its just not something i am capable to do.

fuzzyteddybear
03-01-2005, 04:51 PM
matt--all my poems tend to have a ray of hope in them no matter how dark becasue thats what Jesus Christ is to me, my hope and strength and comfort that I can trust in no matter if I cant see any other brightness around me. and He is faithful. I hope you can draw upon that, too. maybe itll effect your poetry. thats what helps me anyhow.and of course jammin to some skillet music:-P
well,thats great that a ray of hope is with u.it aint with me hence it dont show up in my poetry.whenever i write,im not thinking if this will have a "happy ending" or not.so long as i get it out of my system.writing for me is like talking for others.its the only way to get things out of my system.and most of my emotions that make it to the paper from the pen arent feeling that have a ray of hope.ive been reading through this thread and u have some really good stuff.keep up the good work all!
LovE U GuYs!
-MaTt

skelfy
03-01-2005, 05:04 PM
I have poems and little phrases and stuff going through my head all the time. They just never make it on paper. Maybe I should buy a journal.

pidget
03-02-2005, 08:37 AM
This is one I wrote when I was angry at my mom... well, um, I think it's pretty self-explanatory. My mom has very distinct ideas of how a girl should be feminine; I've never really been sure just what those ideas are, but I've always known that I don't fit them. This may seem a little disrespectful, but I get really ticked when my mom acts like it's such a big, bad deal that I'm not "feminine", when, in reality, there are so many things that I could be that are so much worse than a tomboy.


Unacceptable

Is it so wrong to be who I want to be?
Should I lose myself in your so-called "femininity"?
Is it that you don't want me to be real?
Is it that you want me to fit your ideals?
Is it selfish to be who I am;
To live my life and not a scam?
Should i bow myself before your opinion?
Give up and just become your minion?
Would it come to you as a relief
For me to be a robot of your beliefs?
Will concern be your defence
In this war for my independence?
I don't want to make a scene.
I don't want to sound so mean.
It's just that you're still looking skeptical
So I have to ask: What makes me unacceptable?

blackasdeath
03-02-2005, 01:26 PM
That's awesome, I love your flow, and you can rhyme without sounding awkward, I've always appreciated that. :P

blackasdeath
03-03-2005, 02:05 PM
Vastly Unremarkable

Day by weary day goes by
Only smile small and shy
Wonder why he draws me so
Not a reason that I know

Gazing up in hallways full
Ever toward him forces pull
Locking eyes in moment sweet
Blushing, gazing at my feet

Watch and sigh in classes dull
Hope is ever close to null
‘Magine being in his arms
Falling ever deeper in his charms

Trying for a day’s last glimpse
Though out of eyes’ reach he slips
Tearing eyes indictable
I am vastly unremarkable

rockergirl4242
03-03-2005, 02:10 PM
wow! That is soo good... I think that alot of people can relate to that poem.

blackasdeath
03-04-2005, 02:04 PM
Yeah, the norm for every teenage girl in the world. :P

disciple
03-04-2005, 05:34 PM
This is one I wrote when I was angry at my mom... well, um, I think it's pretty self-explanatory. My mom has very distinct ideas of how a girl should be feminine; I've never really been sure just what those ideas are, but I've always known that I don't fit them. This may seem a little disrespectful, but I get really ticked when my mom acts like it's such a big, bad deal that I'm not "feminine", when, in reality, there are so many things that I could be that are so much worse than a tomboy.

I've written some good poems with raw emotion like that, but that is definitely better. My poems like that often come off too "blunt" and it sounds like I'm just talking with rhyme. I dunno if that's likeable for not, but I don't like it.

I wrote a new poem, but it's too dark and too (perhaps gory) to be posted up here. :(

Maddd
03-24-2005, 10:53 AM
GRRRR compared to me yall ROCK...i wish i was as good as yall
I will post one anyway...
Lover of my soul ( its to God)
~I wait for you O lover of my soul
Come to me
MAke me whole
Accept me
FOrgive me
Let me be yours
Let me be as white as snow
O' Lover of my soul ~

Maddd
03-24-2005, 11:27 AM
lol i just realized i alrerady posted that one i here is a different one
no worries supernova it is a happy poem

it is another one to God
~ I Wait~
I pray
I wait for you to come
Your still not here
Or are you?
I drum my finger, I recite my words
What can i say to the creator, the almighty
Powerful and sinless
you gave hope to all
You healed
you saved
O' wonderful amazing grace


OH and hey supernova please do not say things like you all sound like suicidal maniacs...its kinda rude...they wrote these poems and that is kinda rude to say stuff like that...anyway i know at least one person that has posted on here that is suicidal, so please think a little more before you say things like that
~madd~

pidget
03-27-2005, 06:29 PM
Thanks B.a.D (hehe, I love that, blackasdeath, B.a.D.) and disciple for your nice comments. :-[

This'n is kinda... weird. Don't really know where it came from lol


I know the things you call me;
Your words they cannot hurt me.
Like blades that only cut the surface,
The things you say have no purpose.
Your words can only cut the skin;
You cannot touch me down within.
But this part is my favorite chiller:
The scars I gave myself are so much deeper.
I know that you would fear me, too,
If you could see the damage I can do.
(Just wait until I get my hands on you.)



It's kinda creepy. I think I'm a little insane. :o

FromTheInside
03-27-2005, 06:31 PM
Thats preaty sweet :o :o

pidget
03-27-2005, 06:39 PM
Thank you.

skillets_alien
03-28-2005, 04:55 PM
:o That was wicked, pidget. ;D

heavenly_notion
03-30-2005, 10:47 AM
One day i just wrote and didn't stop for a while and this is what i came up with. Sorry that it's all jumbled up with no distinct lines. I swear I'm not usually this depressing but it was one of my fed up days! lol. And yep, it's *really* long.

Corrode Me
I could write a thousand pages filled with eloquence or dig my way to China. Give up all I have for those I barely know yet have come to love and it still would not be good enough for you. You're visions are the only ones that matter. Take the pain and send it back. This is not what I did it for. You twist it around until almost I beleive the wretched lies that pour out from your being. I may not live for you but acceptance is always nice. So as I carry the weight I alone have put on my shoulders, emitting it's force down to my very toes, you go right ahead and throw on the extra pounds. It may not look like much but I'm hauling gold. It's worth that much to me and weighs a ton more. But why take the time to comprehend my weekly and daily struggle. My load can be used as a hiding block so tear me down piece by piece and I still have my home. Take that away if you must but I still something much better: the one who will make all good possible. Go ahead, throw your acid at me to corrode my structure. Is that what matters in the end? You only break my shell but you will never get inside for the Lord is the only one with the keys. You know which buttons to press but they will only get you so far. I can deal, He can heal, and I hope you find the same.

blackasdeath
04-01-2005, 11:09 AM
Thanks B.a.D (hehe, I love that, blackasdeath, B.a.D.) and disciple for your nice comments. :-[

This'n is kinda... weird. Don't really know where it came from lol


I know the things you call me;
Your words they cannot hurt me.
Like blades that only cut the surface,
The things you say have no purpose.
Your words can only cut the skin;
You cannot touch me down within.
But this part is my favorite chiller:
The scars I gave myself are so much deeper.
I know that you would fear me, too,
If you could see the damage I can do.
(Just wait until I get my hands on you.)



It's kinda creepy. I think I'm a little insane. :o

wow, you sort of sound like my friend, except that she can't seem to keep secrets hidden :P , i really like this one too, i can relate.

Unregistered
04-02-2005, 02:35 PM
Norma Jean- Coffinspire

It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Syncronize your steps with the sounds of guns.
This world is condemned to Hell and its a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, and its on the highest rise.

-Tan Man

selah713
04-26-2005, 04:30 AM
im sorry

im sorry
im having trouble-
i should forgive and forget
im sorry
im having trouble
starting over
again
im sorry
i dont always
do the right thing
maybe
with time
we can find
a new place
where our hearts
can meet

blackasdeath
05-21-2005, 07:14 PM
Selah - short & sweet, that's awesome.

eowyn
05-30-2005, 10:07 PM
My Life is Like a Song
My life is like a song.
But this is the music of Johan Sebastian Bach.
It is a classical arrangement.
But this is the music of fervent vitality.
It refuses to be confined to the places of quiet inaction.

Although my song might be marked as serious,
Reddish tones of emotion tease my outside notes.
Like me, the mood of my song is unsteady.

The joy of laughter is carried through my piece
As the flute flushes to raise its notes
Fuller and more pure than the rest.

But just as soon as I laugh,
I am immediately drawn in to the silence of reflection.
The mourning appeal of the violin is accentuated in its pensive strings.
I escape into my solo,
Although only thoughts are my utterance.
The woods, the winds, and the brass fall silent.

Suddenly, as if incited by the stringed thoughts,
The French horn, the trombone, and the cello,
Join my solo of thoughts, and
Suddenly I am outspoken.
In opinionated stirring of notes.

As my piece dances, its notes sound reminiscent
Of a thousand other classical utterances.
My life is at once excitement anew
Yet its composition is a new arrangement of old excitements,
Familiar to old masters of music and life.
As Emerson, my thoughts are as old expressions of newer ponderings.

Let my song, my classical piece
Be a true representation of my personality.
May it honestly represent, may it honestly symbolize my passions
No matter their antiquity or shadowed stance.


May my quiet depths of violin serve to inspire my audience.
May they receive more than shallow admiration in the listening.

May I never fear to utter these things on which I ponder,
Whether amazement, dismay, or oblivion is my reception.

May I never wish to have a greater audience
Than the sisters, parents, and close family of my heart.
For it is in and for their honor that I play.

BarlowgIRL
06-10-2005, 01:46 PM
I kick and scream
I moan in pain
Why won't you take
this hurt away

My tears ran dry
I bled and bled
and yet my heart
was still not dead

I have no feeling
my mouthis numb
I feel as if
my cares are dumb

Am I a monster
or just indeed
A helpless human
In so much need

dynamic099
06-11-2005, 03:37 PM
^that's good. here's mine:
CONFORMIST

you are hiding in the shadow
of what you think we want you to be
concealed underneath the wing
of false identity
you may be fooling some of us
but i can see right through
you know you are transparent
you don't want to let
your real self bleed through
you could be so much more
but you're afraid to be
and our hearts are breaking
this isn't the way it's meant to be
you've got the bones
of wings in your back
but if we ask
they don't exist
they're invisible
but we know they should be there
your eyes hold the tears
of the forgotten
it's too late now
they expect what you don't want to be
the sun has set
you're alone in the dark
in a world without stars
you're all alone
a hollow shell of a heart
part of you is dying
the spark is fading away
it doesn't have to be this way.

Sully4Him
06-11-2005, 08:16 PM
Once, I saw a tree
God never said to not naturally water them...
so I went over and took a pee (on it)

Lol sry but I hate poetry like that

dynamic099
06-12-2005, 11:12 AM
LOL... that makes me chuckle... :D

Isildur9473
06-14-2005, 10:55 PM
Post poetry you've written.

do we know what love is?
we may think that we do
is it all a charade?
is it even real?
we try to grasp the situation
try to escape from it
it's usually one sided
you're going to let it control you
love is very consequential
it changes everything
you lose control
but then it is gone
and all you can remember it by is corny poetry like this

dynamic099
06-23-2005, 06:05 PM
ok... this is sort of inspired by the song thread. i just thought that i'd like to share my poetry, because i'm getting better at that right now. so here we go...
DISGUISED NOTHINGNESS

throwing goodbyes carelessly
heed caution to the wind
interest,love, then numbness
all over again
caress blank-faced shadows
but ignorance isn't bliss
i slip into the moonlight
in a veil of hazy myths
you cannot see me weep here
though the tears are nonexistent
there's a fading star in the sky tonight
depsite your awkward resistence
a light i cannot seem to grasp
and by the light of shadows
i think we should
proceed to take our paths
go on as if you knew me not,
turn your back from unseen glow.
blend quietly into the night
swiftly as i go.
as if our paths never intertwined
as if we had never known.
-jen

input would be appreciated. and don't be shy. post
your poems here too.

eowyn
06-23-2005, 07:54 PM
*We already have a thread for this hun*

dynamic099
06-23-2005, 11:22 PM
OOPS. sorry, i couldn't find it... :-[

unshakeable15
06-24-2005, 04:19 PM
it's alright. i've mashed them together. :) (it helps to use the "Search" feature near the top of the page. and when using, search for various words, like "poetry" and "poem" and maybe even "rhymes")

dynamic099
06-25-2005, 10:26 AM
thanks a bunch :)

cinnamonxspider
07-12-2005, 12:05 PM
okay, so i'm gonna break the rules. this is not a poem. this is the very first paragraph of a memoir that i am working on. so far, it's around 50 pages long. here is the first paragraph. to be honest, i don't think it's all that great, but overall, the memoir is going quite well.

Have you ever had a bad day? Sure, everyone has. But have you ever had so many horrible days that you considered a bad day good? Have you ever fell in hate? Love is so overwhelming, but whoever said it was easier to hate than love was a liar. Have you ever confused reality with a dream? Sometimes life detaches itself and everything around you is nothing but surreal. Have you ever been so emotionally sick that only a little silver blade could cure you? No Prozac or Lithium could give comfort; yet pushing a razorblade down into your skin could give so much physical pain, yet so much emotional comfort. Have you ever lived in a world where your cure destroyed you? I have. Waking up was not living; it was merely one day closer to death. Living was only dying inside.

blackasdeath
07-12-2005, 05:40 PM
Wow, I really like that, even if it's not actually a poem, you must be a pretty tough critic on yourself.

Dynamic099, I really like your poems, especially the first one. It's nice seeing things from a dif. point of view. And, atleast for me, that's a completely new point of view.

as~i~lay~dying
07-12-2005, 10:03 PM
Have you ever had a bad day? Sure, everyone has. But have you ever had so many horrible days that you considered a bad day good? Have you ever fell in hate? Love is so overwhelming, but whoever said it was easier to hate than love was a liar. Have you ever confused reality with a dream? Sometimes life detaches itself and everything around you is nothing but surreal. Have you ever been so emotionally sick that only a little silver blade could cure you? No Prozac or Lithium could give comfort; yet pushing a razorblade down into your skin could give so much physical pain, yet so much emotional comfort. Have you ever lived in a world where your cure destroyed you? I have. Waking up was not living; it was merely one day closer to death. Living was only dying inside.[/QUOTE]

wow~~ that is deep-- it reminds me of my friend laura.....and i relate....

thalia
07-13-2005, 09:34 AM
I wrote this poem a few nights ago...I usualy post my poetry to my Open Diary account, but here it is:

A Lonely Song

It is a lonely song to be

Brushing my teeth to,

In this life where

Sleeping on satin sheets

Brings dreams that are more real

Than the haze of life

I wander through.

And there are no handtowels in the

Bathroom to wipe my mouth

So the water drips from my chin

With every fractured note

From the stereo.

cinnamonxspider
07-13-2005, 07:21 PM
sweet poem thalia. and thanks everyone for your feedback on my "prose".

SinExterminator
07-14-2005, 01:45 PM
satan is the angel of light
as same for the AOL company whose ACRONYM is the same as
Angel
Of
Light

America
On
Line

HE HE
this is a lame poem,
ok here i go FOR REAL

LIfe is a precious gift that anyone can eaily steal
when they go crazy and snap and blood and scars can reveal
the luxury of breathings ends adn you die
and there lifelessly on the ground you ly.

death is brought to all
none can escape their fall
yet we all try to avoid as long as we can
but then on swift wings it comes and we can no longer run

when we die
there in the ground we will lie
yet some people don't understand why
why people die, and i all i have to say is neither do i

if this poems seems suicidal
allow me to let you now this isnt vital
i am not committing suicide
cause between death and life i already have had to decide

i picked life and get over it i'm NOT READY To die
and do you know why?
because there is a God and he had given us a purpose
with we can never ever lose

and yet, as i keep writing this i get confused
cuz i am making this as i go and drugs is what i've refused
lalala we can always sing
but annoyance is all that it would bring

:D smile
but all the while
we're hiding our faces
and running thru all races
and beating down demosn
and this poem sucks
bye

skilltroks
07-21-2005, 08:55 PM
I found a really good poem by e.e cummings entitled "who knows if the moon's".

HVPS_Chick10
07-29-2005, 03:38 PM
Hey! are there any Goths out there with some friggin' awesome poetry to share?? NoPressure!! :P

thalia
07-30-2005, 10:12 PM
While I don't ascribe myself to the term "Goth," (or any other label for that matter, unless it's a joke) I do write dark and depressing poetry...be warned:

"This Feeling"

When I knew you could see in the dark,

I plucked out your eyes.

When you felt me shaking,

I cut off your hands.

When you tasted my bitter tears,

I burned your tongue.

When you heard my stifled cries,

I stopped up your ears.

But this feeling wouldn't go away...

#1Grandma
07-31-2005, 03:30 PM
I don't know if it's "friggin' awesome", but here you go:

Tempt Her

Blood dripped from the wall,
the shotgun lay limp in her hands.
Another life taken at the hands of self-infliction.

She began with a lust for life, your life.
You complied with her whims as you left your youthful
companions.
Harlot's Lust was as honey to you.
You Could smell the intoxication.
You drank deeply.

Now she is gone from you,
not from her flaws, but from your own selfish desires.
She kissed the lips of a former love as she led you to the
grave.
She prospers and you are destroyed.
The blood was yours.

#1Grandma
07-31-2005, 03:48 PM
Has anyone ever read Andrew Schwab? He is the lead singer for Project 86. His book "We Caught You Plotting Murder" is completely amazing. He writes about how he continues to follow God even when the rest of the world thinks he isn't. It is wonderfully dark with just the right twinge of hope. My favorite of his works is "Scissors To Suburbia." I would post it, but I'm not sure if that would violate the copyright. Definitely worth checking out.

me92
07-31-2005, 07:38 PM
Great guys!!!! kEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!!! Ill try to get some of my friend stuff from him. g2g bye
Rogue(HVPS_Chick10)

Heri Altariel
08-01-2005, 02:05 PM
Wow, very deep Cody.

Okay, I just came up with this... I know, it sucks. So don't point that out. :D

Here you lay
In a bath of blood
You have ended your pain
And all your suffering
Not thinking before you did
The pain you would cause
To the people who loved you

Maddog
08-01-2005, 04:38 PM
that doesnt suck, i do write poetry, but it ist about blood and stuff, even thou some of it IS dark, but not this dark. ( more about taking pills, and bulimia and that type of stuff)

dynamic099
08-01-2005, 06:08 PM
that doesnt suck, i do write poetry, but it ist about blood and stuff, even thou some of it IS dark, but not this dark. ( more about taking pills, and bulimia and that type of stuff)
same here. i don't do the real dark stuff. i mean, i'll read it but i'm not that good at writing it

HVPS_Chick10
08-01-2005, 06:09 PM
well it dosent all have 2 b aboutblood...thats just what they choose... plz post ur stuff!!
Rogue

HVPS_Chick10
08-01-2005, 06:16 PM
plz post ur stuff, dynamic099!
Rouge

dynamic099
08-01-2005, 06:20 PM
ok i think i will tomorrow. i've got to find it first. haha

lee
08-01-2005, 07:03 PM
wazzup guys...i just made this up.it probably stinks ,but i like it just because it speaks to me.

the sky is blue
but you wouldn't know that
your blinded by your eyes
they have destroyed themselves
you have been in deceit to long
you've gone to far
you've seen to much
as you lay here dying
you still don't know the sky is blue

Maddog
08-01-2005, 07:48 PM
well it dosent all have 2 b aboutblood...thats just what they choose... plz post ur stuff!!
Rogue
uhh ok... here is one of my favorites, no one really gets it till i explain it but here it is


Always with me~~(its about overdosing)

The want it is so great
No friend can seperate
Me from it
It from me
It is part of who I am
No matter what they do
No matter how hard they try
The pain
The want
To do it again
Will always be in my mind

~~Cutting~~~


Slicing thru my very flesh
as I watch myself bleed to death
Thru a blurry mirror
I can see my pain
and I wonder why I do it
as thou I cannot stop it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ok now this one is about Bulimia...

*Till death does pain part~
Sobbing, Purging, Throwing up,
Never stopping, Never ceasing,
Wishing, wanting
What is not mine,
What will never be
Hoping, Praying, Cursing, Yelling
From the inside out
lying, faking, living in hell
will the pain ever stop?
hoping, praying,
living, Dying
Now the pain is gone

unshakeable15
08-02-2005, 01:07 PM
is there a reason we should keep a Goth Poetry thread as well as an All-Around Poem (http://www.panheads.org/boards/showthread.php?t=1012) thread? 'cause i don't think it matters whether a poem is "gothic" or not. that just distracts from the reading of it. so if anyone has a good reason to keep the threads separate, state your case. :)

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:23 PM
i do have a reason, i think the 'all around' poem thread is more a place where we put happier poetry, and it might disturb someone if we put more depressing poetry, where here we know full and well what kind of poetry it is going to be so it is not a shock ,and some people actaully appreciate it.

unshakeable15
08-02-2005, 01:26 PM
if that's the reason, then why not just straight split the boards in half, or make an exact duplicate of every section but set the duplicates aside for the more depressing aspects of life.

life isn't life and isn't true unless it's got all parts, including the depressing ones. and art isn't art if it has to be segretated into parts. i've decided. i'm going to merge them.

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:29 PM
umm ooookkk, well than there was obvioulsy no reason for me saying waht i did. Oh well, ok well are all our poems going to the poem thread? The ones written in here that is.

lee
08-02-2005, 01:32 PM
i agree, i think we should split it the poetry forums.. it kinda make sense to do that..

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:33 PM
Thank You!!!!!!

etribe
08-02-2005, 01:34 PM
I don't know if this can be categorized as "goth" but here 'ya go (The first line is actually my signature):

Death breaks another heart
as another star shoots through the sky
He cries another tear
as another friend fails to find HIS life
Now the time has changed
and the sun has set
No more wasted tears on shattered dreams
All the emptiness and all the pain
are nothing more than feelings of yesterday
Death steals another heart
as another life goes to the ground
he cries another tear
because another friend lost her life
I'm on my knees
Can you hear me, God?
Can you hear me?

unshakeable15
08-02-2005, 01:34 PM
if you're asking if the poems written in the Goth thread are going to the Poem thread, "yes, they have been moved". if you're asking if all poems must go here, i'd have to say, "not necessarily". if you're posting a poem just to post a poem or so others can read your work, then yes, it goes in here. however, if you want to post a poem in a thread where it fits (for example, if you wrote a poem about depression and how God pulled you out of it, you could post that in the Garden in a thread someone starts about how they are always depressed), go right ahead.

as for your post being meaningless, it wasn't. it helped convince me that there really is no point to a separate Goth poem thread. :) not what you intended, but hey, whatever.

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:35 PM
yah i dont know either. Lol But it is real good.

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:36 PM
if you're asking if the poems written in the Goth thread are going to the Poem thread, "yes, they have been moved". if you're asking if all poems must go here, i'd have to say, "not necessarily". if you're posting a poem just to post a poem or so others can read your work, then yes, it goes in here. however, if you want to post a poem in a thread where it fits (for example, if you wrote a poem about depression and how God pulled you out of it, you could post that in the Garden in a thread someone starts about how they are always depressed), go right ahead.

as for your post being meaningless, it wasn't. it helped convince me that there really is no point to a separate Goth poem thread. :) not what you intended, but hey, whatever.
hahahahahahahahah, i am glad i could do the oppisite of my intentions. lol

thalia
08-02-2005, 01:37 PM
I'm glad that the threads have merged...the other one was superfluous, in my opinion...so I leave you all with a poem of my own:

Words

Words haunt me--

Begging to be written down--

Whispered from the lips of

A muse long-forgotten,

Abandoned with other childhood dreams

Of glory.

And I suddenly realize that

This ache akin to thirst cannot be quenched with water

And my little bottle of ink

Becomes a living well

For a time...

Maddog
08-02-2005, 01:45 PM
nice poem thalia

Here is one more I wrote.

Piece of art~

I have chossen to destroy myself
A piece of art
Like no one else
Please dont do the same as I
And if you do
Please dont cry
Your a work of art
Like no one else
You can choose to destroy yourselve
Its your choice
And I must say
I wish I'd gone the other way


ok thats it!
xoxoxo Luv you!
Madd

as~i~lay~dying
08-02-2005, 06:22 PM
^ i liked that alot and ^^'s--the goth poetry is totally sweet~~!!~~

thalia
08-08-2005, 06:14 PM
Another poem I wrote a while back:

Oh What a Way to Waste the Remains of the Day

The half moon cringed as it looked down

On my tear-streaked face.

And the night birds did not call out

A mournful tune for me.

"We have no songs for the jealous, the frail,"

They sang in the deepening night,

When I should have been in bed,

Not just arriving home.

#1Grandma
09-06-2005, 09:13 PM
I wrote this one a few nights ago. I was not having a very good day.

Waiting For Simultaneity

Your sheltered bliss and ignorance will not stand alone.
You cringe in fear and shed your tears to water only stones.
Today is gone, you let it rot while thinking of Yesterday.
Your children choked as their toys broke under the feet of those you obey.
They cut their hands with the demands to reject the Truth you always knew.
The Children cry while fed the lie: Tomorrow will never come true.
What will it prove, to follow the moon and all the followed stars?
Never be afraid of tomorrow.
Be afraid you might not make it that far.

makeitloud15
09-07-2005, 02:14 AM
"Too Late"
Held and thrown-seen but never known. Why do I take the lies you throw at me every day? Why do I keep letting you get in my way?
You won't know me.Why do you try? There never really was one of your lies I'd buy.
Why do you stay here you're hardly welcome? What did I ever do to you to make this hell come?
I love you dearly, but that only goes so far. I want to tell you what I feel, but life ain't that long.

fryingpan
09-12-2005, 06:04 PM
I wrote this like an hour ago tell me if its any good but remember its my first draft still ill clean it up more if i need to:
My whole life I searched for love
And i found it in you
But you smashed it days after it came to be
All it's brought me is pain
We used to play it seems every day
But the routine was brocken
Much to my dislike
Now I cry instead of play
Every day seems so long
You've made it this way
You've given me all my pain
But I will wait for you
To come too and realize
Love passed you by and
Second chances have come your way
Love is a preacious gift
So dont let it pass you bye
Because if you do
Someone else just might die

frymeskillet
10-21-2005, 04:47 PM
OKAY, i know that there is another poem thread, but what if i wanted to start my own. WHO WILL STOP ME!?! :D so i am a fervent poem writer and i have countless poems that i have written. most are love, but i do have some gruesome and some other kinds...so posts your poems or song lyrics or poems that you want to becaome lyrics WHATEVER!!!
well here are a few of mine... BEWARE they are pretty long...



YOU

Those eyes of yours,
they remind me of the sea,
the joy in your laugh,
is a sweet remedy...

Your bright smile,
Makes my senses melt,
by far the best feeling I've ever felt,
Your unforgettable smell,
lingers in the air,
After I've been with you,
To the world i give no care...

Your heart is like a flowing river,
giving peace to those you pass,
Your brilliant mind,
is like a looking glass...

The curves of your face,
remind me of an angel,
your voice resounds in my ears,
like an ocean through a shell,
any secret i have,
only you i trust to tell...

i only see you,
in the world so dark,
i only wish you'd hide,
in this heart where 'x' is the mark,

you give me strength,
to get through the day,
that is why i love you,
more than words can say...


thats one of them, ill continue to post different ones here throughout the posts...

-Savannah-
(electricskillet)

PinkGoo
10-21-2005, 05:28 PM
we have a poem thread. i would give you the exact link were it not for my lack of time at this moment.

Pretendeavor
10-21-2005, 05:30 PM
we have a poem thread. i would give you the exact link were it not for my lack of time at this moment.
figgured that i whould be a gentlemen and help you here is the poem thread (http://www.panheads.org/boards/showthread.php?t=1012&highlight=poem)

frymeskillet
10-21-2005, 06:25 PM
well i wanted to start a new one
sue me... :)
one with my poems, that will actually get read , not one that that already has 50 thousand posts already...
move it them if it bothers you, whatever..
-Savannah

Pretendeavor
10-21-2005, 06:41 PM
well i wanted to start a new one
sue me... :)
one with my poems, that will actually get read , not one that that already has 50 thousand posts already...
move it them if it bothers you, whatever..
-Savannah
so who cares you wanted to to start a new one no need in for 2 threads about the same thing

PinkGoo
10-22-2005, 06:06 AM
yeah, the mods will probably move it... but wow, great poem. you can tell you put alot of thought into some thing as pretty as that. :)

as~i~lay~dying
10-22-2005, 03:54 PM
thats a beautiful poem..it reminded me of..someone

unshakeable15
10-22-2005, 04:17 PM
well i wanted to start a new one
sue me... :)
one with my poems, that will actually get read , not one that that already has 50 thousand posts already...
move it them if it bothers you, whatever..
-Savannah
it's not so much that it bothers (which is does, but i'm a bit odd that way), but it's a whole lot easier for people if there is one thread for one subject, rather than 20 for the same subject. even if there are only 2, which do you post in? so, one thread for one subject.

oh, and i always thought the point of writing poetry was to get out on paper what's inside? i didn't think it had much to do with making sure a lot of people read it? 'cause if that's the case, then you can post it in an existing thread and people will still read it. in fact, it's probably the same people who'd read it if it was a new thread. :o

frymeskillet
10-24-2005, 09:43 AM
well i just happened to want others like me to agknowledge my writing, this shows the real me and i wanted others to see it, is that a crime? well anyway i could care less if anyone moved it or not. to tell the truth i had never seen the original poem thread in the first place so i decided i would start one...oh well, no hard feelings :)

-Savannah-
(electricskillet)

P.S. thank you Liz and Jessica i appreciate it!

blackasdeath
10-24-2005, 02:42 PM
Life is too Remarkable to Snuff out Another, Yet too Restricted to Save One.
Life is too Complicated to Create A Vestige of it, Yet too Simple to Not.
Life is too Extreme to Live it in a Box, Yet too Safe to Live it in risk.
Life is too Pure to do Wrong, Yet too Defiled to Attempt Right.
Life is too Precious to Miss a Single Song, Yet too Short to Understand them All.

drumchick101
10-26-2005, 12:16 PM
^i like that poem, the one line reminds me of the poem "fire & ice" by robert frost. but hey! i didnt even know this thread was here...i might as well post one of my own (i love poetry ;D). this is a rondeau (its a french type of poem) poem i put in a poetry progect for school.

My Blue Sky
The canvas of my blue sky:
The clouds roll past, by and by.
It rests over a peaceful sea,
Whether day or night, may it be.
My pen for the lines, your analysis, the dye

Picture only seen under a closed eye—
Only set you in the place, do I.
The picture comes together, you will see
My blue sky

Started with white lines, did I,
But trial was nigh.
I discovered that I could use what be—
No skill but life’s burden. feeling is the key.
I began this in desperation with a sigh—
My blue sky

><sarah><

alorian
10-27-2005, 05:59 PM
WOOOOW, I don't have a single poem in this thread... Should I put one in? Maybe I should go write a new, fresh one and see...

Nice poem sarah!

korey_cooper_jr
10-28-2005, 10:22 AM
Failure

Failure.
What defines it?
Who gave its final definition?
Do you want to know what I hear when it commits suicide off someone's lips?
I hear my name.
These cold fingers break from the warmth of this weakness.
Silence infiltrates my intentions, my regrets.
Do you want to know how I feel when it commits suicide off someone's lips to mine?
I feel every dull color outline and shade my every imperfection.
How can I be in the dark when I'm in the spotlight?
I can feel my heartbeat shiver at every fainting echo.
Do you want to know what I see when it commits suicide off your lips to mine?
I see every scar and bruise left by words to comfort and kill.
And I say "forgiveness" like I expect the word to bury itself.
The ground is covered with flower pedals from my plucking in search for unreachable answers.
I wear this phony smile like a bandage on a wounded place.
And as my rusty dreams are lowered into the ground,
I turn my head in disgust of this bittersweet.
Do you want to know why I am who I am today?
Do you want to know what makes me strive to be so much more?
Failure.
It's the only thing that defines success.

Maddog
01-04-2006, 08:04 AM
Continuing pain~~~~

as if the knife is to my heart
I hold it to my arm
I watch the blood trickle down
As I hear a sudden alarm
In my head it rings the sound of pain
Not the pain on my arm
because that has gone away
But the pain in my heart
has dug so deep
and gone so far
that no matter how many gallons of blood I fill
The hurting will continue
Like a thousand stabbing knifes
Like a single flat head bullet
that explodes inside my life
Like a deadly virus coming to attack
The pain will continue
And keep stabbing me in the back

NightCrawler
01-19-2006, 02:34 PM
Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune
As you fall all around

Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
What can compare
To your beautiful sound

Drip, drip, drop
When the sky is cloudy
Your pretty music
Can brighten the day

Drip, drip, drop
When the sun says howdy
You say goodbye right away

Drip, drip drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune
Ev'rywhere that you fall

Drip, drip drop
Little April shower
I'm getting wet
And I don't care at all

Drip, drop, drip, drop
I'll never be afraid
Of a good little
Gay little
April serenade

http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/littapril.htm

Heri Altariel
01-19-2006, 02:37 PM
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

disciple
01-19-2006, 03:51 PM
[/thread]

I wish I could do that. :(

Heri Altariel
01-19-2006, 03:52 PM
LAWL! That would be great.

When someone clicks on a thread, the inside content is just, "[/thread]"

xDDD

Maddog
01-19-2006, 06:31 PM
lol Yah that would be interesting. Hey nightcrawler isnt that the song from Bambi?

eowyn
02-03-2006, 08:10 AM
I wrote a poem in Spanish..about my nifty Orange Coat

disciple
02-10-2006, 02:05 PM
God moved me to write this poem today after reading 2 Samuel 11-14 and listening to some Virgin Black. It's short, but it's still a bit longer than I wanted it to be. I know, it's dark, and I'm no Poe, but I felt moved to write it.




Why Did I Jump?


As I heard the distant cries of those below me
I leaned forward to feel the wind almost cleanse me
Of the groping hands of darkness which torment me
The hands which will remind me that he is always above me
The hands that will always strike me
The hands that assure me
That there is no escape for me
That the his hands will have a grip on me
That my throat will always fail me
That my mind will always betray me
That my body will always bind me
That my soul will always hate me
That I will never be me
As long as he is around me
That the ground below me
Will not free me
As I felt my tears fall from me
The last thing I asked of me
Rang in my ears and departed from me
Despite what kindred souls told me
Knowing what they promised to me
Wounding the hearts that loved me
Against the will which failed me
I embraced the ground below me
Realizing it would not free me
From the dark hands inside me

1nonlyjen
06-03-2006, 06:05 PM
One night I had a dream, I was standing by the sea, and saw nothing but the ocean as far as the eye could see. As I stood, there came a little boat, a tiny little dingy barley big enough for the man that sat with in. A shabby man,his face worn by time and age,he had a pleasant smile as he asked me if I would like a ride."Why would she want to ride in there? A loud voice came with a larger boat that drifted into sight. A lovely ship, worthy of a princess, nay, a queen. Tall and lovely with lines of servants, rowing toward me. "Come with me," the voice belonged to a man, one fairer than I have ever seen. "I am in need," he said. "I am in need of a queen, to ride with me. She will sit and give command, she rule all she sees." I stepped aboard, without hesitation, onto this seaworthy creation. "Please," I heard the old man mutter. "Won't you come with me? Help me row and we'll travel well together."

The lovely man laughed, as the great ship got underway. "Why should she do all that work," he said. "When she can take the easy way?" The servants began to row, leaving the little boat in its wake, and the lovely prince-like man lead me to a seat. "Sit here," he gestured to a throne. "Sit and enjoy. Do just as you please, bark out orders if you wish. My slaves tend to be an unruly bunch, you just need to let them know who's in charge." I sat up straighter, they were in my rule. I had control, I was in charge of this sad and ugly bunch. "Oh, by the way," the prince siddled up. "I have one request to make, a little job, just a trifle really. I need a rope made, a long and sturdy cord. You don't mind, do you? I wouldn't want to see you bored."

I began to weave this rope, 'neath the eyes of this fair and handsome prince, and sat back to once again, give orders to that unruly gang. "Faster," I said. "You must attend me. I am in charge here, I'm in complete control." How wonderful I felt, my pleasure was immense. I couldn't be more happy, except... the old man. There he was still, rowing right beside, keeping time, his boat beside mine. The servants started staring, throwing wistful galnces at the tiny boat. I frowned and kept on weaving. They were slowing, straining to keep that little row boat in their sights. How dare they? This wasn't at all right. They weren't listening, they weren't attending. My prince only watched my weaving, he didn't seem to see the others stop what they were doing.

"Come with me," the old man said, his boat next to mine. "Come, my boat is very fine. You'll be quite happy in this little boat of mine." "Ha," my prince laughed. "She is happy here, don't you see? I am the only one who can give her what she really needs. She is happy- dear, please don't stop your weaving." That's when the servants stopped their rowing, their restlessness growing, they began to weep, sobbing and groaning. "Stop this!" I shouted. "Stop this at once, we will keep going!" That's when I turned to the prince, noting, he wasn't quite so fair. He'd lost that golden glint and lovely royal air. "Tell them!" I shouted. "Tell them to keep rowing! Tell them I'm in charge and tell them who is in control!"

"Yes," he said. "Enough of this. All of you row, we have another stop to make, though it has been quite a show. Keep on going all of you, remember who is in control." Satisfied, I sat back upon my throne, the one that wasn't quite as nice as it had been before, and watched, as the old man shook his head, sadly but stayed in tow. "Row!" the prince barked out. "We're very nearly there. Why on earth aren't you doing your share!" I looked at the slaves and shouted: "Yes, do your share!" I looked up at the prince, now quite ugly in this light. "Tell them once again, who is really in control." He smiled at me and said: "They already know that I am in control."

I stopped weaving, now quite confused, not quite believing what I was hearing. He smiled again, an awful, nasty smile and pulled out his whip, to bring down on us all. "I don't understand" I cried. "I was in control." "Dn't be silly," he said with a horrible grin. "I was the one in control, from the moment you got in."


I started to stand but found that I cound not. I was with the other slaves, with them I was bound. All that time I was weaving, a long and sturdy cord, the rope that had me bound. "Row!" he hissed and we came up just as before. That awful boat came upon, someone standing by the shore.

Constus
06-27-2006, 01:57 PM
Hey guys.
i just found this thread, and decided to post something in it. This is one of my songs, and i'm just copy/pasteing from somewhere else. the description is at the bottom. I always love feedback of any form, so if you have thoughts, feel obligated to share them! haha.......here goes.


A Prodigals Apology

small town roads, every one holds a memory,
a face, a name, a friend, even every dead end.
midnight drives, lives we lived but now forget,
regretting my regrets, those words i never meant

winter night, as crisp as leaves of long forgotten fall,
swirling on the asphalt, knowing its not their fault.
star filled skies, sighs and melancholy smiles,
memories hold sadness, i never asked for this.

and i'm sorry, i never meant to let you go,
never meant for you, to never mean a thing to me.
please forgive me, i forgot to forget my pride,
but worst of all, i forgot you.........
...dear friend from long forgotten fall.

heavy heart, just enough apathy to cope
every silent street light, is judging me tonight.
no more tears, years of friendship were for naught,
i wont dwell on these thoughts, i'm fine with what i've got.

stupid stars, the memories you hold bring pain,
what else could i have done? fallen instead of run?
broken heart, part cliched but part sincere,
these stars never seemed so clear, i wish that you were here.

Small town roads, midnight drives,
Winter night, and starry skies.
Heavy heart, no more tears,
guilt drenched stars and heartfelt prayers.
broken heart, take my tears
so cliched, yet so sincere

I'm sorry
Forgive me
apologies
dont suffice

this prodigal,
finally hit his wall,
nothing else can do,
i miss you.........christ


this song isnt really about screwing up a friendship, but more just not keeping it going. a lot of my friendships have just drifted apart, just an apathy thing. it made me really sad tonight, because i was driving some of my old drives and started thinking of old friends who used to make those drives with me.

but yeah, some of the things i really liked as i was writing was the comparison between friends we forget to the leaves from fall. and then it turns into forgetting friends from the fall (or the past) or even a fall (hardtimes). that parallel goes through most of the song. i also love the line, "every silent street light, is judging me tonight." i was thinking about how some of my friendships are struggling, because they think that i am looking down on them, even though i dont. i suppose that goes two ways, like it says in the song. the cool thing is that the street light doesnt even have the ability to judge.

wow, i crammed a lot into this. there's a couple problems in rhythm, but i compensate by lumping some syllables together. the biggest one is the first line of the second stanza. you probably noticed that though. i couldnt get the right number of syllables without sacrificing the point. and the point is.............dont let apathy kill your friendships. it sucks. take the time to keep your friendships where they should be, or you will regret it later.


The more i wrote on this song, the more it started to remind me of my relationship with God. So as i wrote, it kind of morphed into that, although you can still see my original motivations and intentions. the whole idea of the piece now is that moment when you realize you've let God slip by the wayside. this is the apology. use that concept in my original description and it should make more sense.

thanks to everyone who read it and more so to those who commented. thats all.