Any poets here?

Just curious if there are any poets that visit these boards. If so, I'd love to read your work. Here's one of my pieces if you're interested in reading. If you enjoy it, I have more to share. :)

Void

Weighted down by shackles of iron
Wrapped around the chambers of my heart
A prisoner of my own imagination

Conjuring forth a devouring demon
Who feasts upon my virtues
Driving me to the brink of starvation

Vampiric in nature, it drains me
Siphoning my life’s blood from afar
As it manifests and grows into Oblivion

In vain, I reach out for sustenance
Anything to quench this hunger
That ravages my very soul

Left a shattered shell of a man
Alone and caged by bars of bone
My flesh hanging by thin shards

“End this madness!”, I cry out in pain
To an unseen force I know to be true
For it has come to me at my darkest

“Send me a savior!”, I demand
As bartering ensues, a debt paid
For some semblance of reality

A wave of an unseen hand
Dispersing into thin, wispy trails
As smoke from an extinguished campfire

I slump forward, weary and fraught
As I am overcome by the sickening pain
Of my soul being ripped asunder

For immortality has it’s price
The balance of forces takes it’s toll
In a strange game of tug-a-war

“Who shall be the victor of this battle?”
This question lingers on my psyche
Yet dry, cracked lips cannot seem to form

As if by magic, my shackles are broken
Now free to escape the confines
This darkened tomb of flesh, blood, and bone

Immortality gained, morality lost
Uninhibited now, invincible in my will
But the will of me I imagine it is not...

Void of soul, void of heart
Void of flesh, and void of thought
In my hand I hold virtue not
Stolen from me by a bargain bought

"Welcome back....Old Friend"

In the Illuminate Shadow of Forest...

wandering, through intermitent, non-determined
thought.
faltering, under the furious wear
of nameless insects.
The penetrating buzz

merely identifiable. black
specs of translucence, indeterminable
dust in the ray of a beam.
parasitic eyesores,
in the close focus of surrounding.

(this void of peace is filled
with the fluttering of struggle)

Maintaining uncertain distance
- maddening uncertainty -
constant fluctuant buzz,
intermitent of thoughtless though


-then

trickling,
whistling,
pouring:
water (a nearby stream)
and the songs of tree-top birds
in chorus, with the wispers of wind

alone.
silent wind
occasionally stirring
sunlight and shadows.
smooth,
rustling leaves.
the songs of the forest.
Shadows dance, Swirling
abstracted illuminance of sky.

Let me try...


Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king's horseman and all the king's men
couldn't put Humpty together again.

Guys writing poetry is the gay.

Your post is not the nessisary.

fuck you bahn and fiend

I will give you hte Aids!

Can I use these for english homework? ....even though I never do poetry.. :p

CoreBoy: hm. someone calls poetry gay, and I get the rebuttal. :confused: *jots some notes down*

I senced mockery in your post.

It sure seems like you are mimicking

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Let me try...


Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
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EternalAlien and I post genuine efforts, and you follow-up with a juvenile nursery rhyme :confused:

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Originally posted by EternalAlien
Just curious if there are any poets that visit these boards. If so, I'd love to read your work. Here's one of my pieces if you're interested in reading. If you enjoy it, I have more to share. :)

Void

Weighted down by shackles of iron
Wrapped around the chambers of my heart
A prisoner of my own imagination

Conjuring forth a devouring demon
Who feasts upon my virtues
Driving me to the brink of starvation

Vampiric in nature, it drains me
Siphoning my life’s blood from afar
As it manifests and grows into Oblivion

In vain, I reach out for sustenance
Anything to quench this hunger
That ravages my very soul

Left a shattered shell of a man
Alone and caged by bars of bone
My flesh hanging by thin shards

“End this madness!”, I cry out in pain
To an unseen force I know to be true
For it has come to me at my darkest

“Send me a savior!”, I demand
As bartering ensues, a debt paid
For some semblance of reality

A wave of an unseen hand
Dispersing into thin, wispy trails
As smoke from an extinguished campfire

I slump forward, weary and fraught
As I am overcome by the sickening pain
Of my soul being ripped asunder

For immortality has it’s price
The balance of forces takes it’s toll
In a strange game of tug-a-war

“Who shall be the victor of this battle?”
This question lingers on my psyche
Yet dry, cracked lips cannot seem to form

As if by magic, my shackles are broken
Now free to escape the confines
This darkened tomb of flesh, blood, and bone

Immortality gained, morality lost
Uninhibited now, invincible in my will
But the will of me I imagine it is not...

Void of soul, void of heart
Void of flesh, and void of thought
In my hand I hold virtue not
Stolen from me by a bargain bought

"Welcome back....Old Friend"

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Whats your style?
Dada
Sureal
Futurism

CoreBoy: Hey. take that back...it is NOT juvenile. I mean, for one...eggs should not be sitting on a wall. And the fact a whole bunch of ppl were trying to put him back together....well, that IS poetic if I do say so myself.

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Originally posted by Core Boy


EternalAlien and I post genuine efforts, and you follow-up with a juvenile nursery rhyme :confused:

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Yes, let us all pretend that bahn doesn't joke around with people and that nursery rhyme wasn't a complete joke saying that bahn can't write poetry. :rolleyes:

btw...if I was mimicking you, I would've done this...

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In the Illuminate Shadow of Forest... by Bahn :D

wandering, through intermitent, non-determined
thought.
faltering, under the furious wear
of nameless insects.
The penetrating buzz

merely identifiable. black
specs of translucence, indeterminable
dust in the ray of a beam.
parasitic eyesores,
in the close focus of surrounding.

(this void of peace is filled
with the fluttering of struggle)

Maintaining uncertain distance
- maddening uncertainty -
constant fluctuant buzz,
intermitent of thoughtless though


-then

trickling,
whistling,
pouring:
water (a nearby stream)
and the songs of tree-top birds
in chorus, with the wispers of wind

alone.
silent wind
occasionally stirring
sunlight and shadows.
smooth,
rustling leaves.
the songs of the forest.
Shadows dance, Swirling
abstracted illuminance of sky.

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THIS is mocking...

London Bridge is falling down...

falling down...

falling down...

London Bridge is falling down...

my fair lady.


(learn the difference) ;)

..... :lol: !

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Originally posted by rezo
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that right there is art or something similiar.

Indeed.

all I can do is freestyle, and even then it's nothing good enough to have mopey teenage girls fawning over me...I think.

*ponders*

you speak of shackles
tabernacles that aplaud
your grit, you're goth
fussing over naught
just dancing to the sound
of the tears that pound
on the ground, what now
who else would you let down?

woo! Two minutes!

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Originally posted by rezo
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That's the best god damned poem I have ever read.

The rest of you are just goths. I had to write a poem in English the other day, I wrote "Hey Look, I'm Goth" just despite the goth girl who sits next to me. Made her so very mad, made me so very happy.

*looks at the first two poems*

And people say MY stuff is pretentious crap?

Anyway, here's a few lines off the top of my head, since I can't be boogered to get one of my finished poems off the CDR...

AUTUMN

"Autumn is the pernicious season; the one we named the Fall
That marks the yearly ruin of nature, when the leaves fall in shame
Bearing the colors of shades and shadows of fire and flame
As if remind us of the wage of that first time we called The Fall.
But few weep at Autumn's coming, for they know all is not finished
As nature shall only die to live again, as it always has before
For while there is life, the prospect of rebirth remains evermore
Even in times when even Nature herself is a thing greatly diminished."

Aur is the man. yes. ;)

roses are red
violets are black
thank you for washing your hands
when you make my bigmac

:D

*sniff*
That was beautiful man. I'll post some of my poetry once I find my old creative writing journal. I've got about 30 poems in there.

Save us the trouble of making fun of you.

*slaps Rich* Behave, dumbfuck.

Yes. behave. this isn't FC.

Yay, found the notebook. And the second I'm able to read my handwriting, I'll post these things.

Jeremy: Due to the current atmosphere of FC posts going out of control due to your alleged "master plan". I officially implore you NOT to post ANY poems unless personally requested by board members which can be sent via PM. I don't want to have to shut this thread down.

Bahn, I can dig that. And since it'll take me about a billion years to transcribe my chicken-scratch handwriting anyway, the timing is perfect.

I write... Short stories, poems, lyrics, etc. I'm just far too critical of anything that I do that I actually care about to show it to anyone at all, much less post it here...

Um...

I guess that leaves us at goodbye.

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Originally posted by Orochi
I write... Short stories, poems, lyrics, etc. I'm just far too critical of anything that I do that I actually care about to show it to anyone at all, much less post it here...

Um...

I guess that leaves us at goodbye.

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Um..well.. based off that first sentence I was going to pimp Brisco's Pancakes thread..but, I suppose I won't.

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Originally posted by Nemesis
Whats your style?
Dada
Sureal
Futurism

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Beats the shit outta me. I just write the damn things. :)

"Void", though, is acctually the begining of the fantasy novel that I'm writing. It sums up part of the lead character's past.

I just wrote this one earlier today.

Cycle

the perilous darkness breeds a new insight
opening a pathway into the infinite light
but suckers just can't see straight
blinded by the darkness pulled over their own eyes

to take that new way of seeing
and bestowing it in full upon those that are seeking
is to be a shepherd for the lambs
leading the flock to potential reached freely

so freely dismiss
the darkness
the dark kiss
of a lover's lips so pure
that can open thine eyes
to the darkness inside of you

for you are you and you are of gray
intermingled darkness and lightness
destruction and justice
breaking the mold of a norm that is heartless

and my heart was wrapped in barbed wire and chains
with electroshock prods to inflict so much pain
locked away
thrown astray
but found again one day
reopened with a key made of glorious gray

and when it was opened light and darkness did pour
out from the chambers of blood, illuminating the door
to the pathway that I must traverse
so that my life I may transverse
and undo this cruel curse
to be who is me
physically
mentally
spiritually

I complete the cycle and find my own bliss
break off the manacles and give of my own dark kiss

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*looks at CD collection.* 311, Incubus, Beastie Boys, Shootyz Groove, Deftones, RatM....

*looks at self in mirror* Brown hair, tan skin, kakhi pants, Bullhead sweater, Globe shoes, non-painted fingernails.

*double-checks mood* Nope, not depressed or heart-broken.

Yea, I'm as goth as they get.

Process

The blooms sway in the metal grey-
a machine for the botany,
where scissors descend and resend
to snip them into suffering;
a conduit blows recycled breeze
that smells stalely moldy,
so to sweeten it they extract
perfume from the glands
of rodents no one keep as pets-

a liquid screen projects its images,
propaganda and paraquet pandering,
the volume down, the lips to read,
imagining the message means:

Sit the watch, wait the cock,
guard the flock, wear the frock,
raise the scythe, cut the stalk,
bundle it and go to market…

Dreams of silo skylines stretching,
the flatfields housed are so depressing,
the Rainswitch hopes there’s not a glitch
or there’ll be no bundles for window dressing-
a button pressed is god in action
the pulleys pull and cogs retract and
open gates to fill up lakes
to soak the soil for propagation
through zygotic irritation;
a hand removed the job is done-
praise be to St. Irrigation
and to holy gene mutation

Push the button, wait the rain,
depress the button, wait again,
push the button, wait the blades,
depress the button, wait again,
push the button, rake the grain,
depress the button, wait again

The liquid screen projects its images,
propaganda and paraquet pandering,
the volume down the lips to read,
imagining the message means:

Sit the watch, wait the cock,
guard the flock, wear the frock,
raise the scythe, cut the stalk,
bundle it and go to market…

Put upon a track it’s taken,
ground it’s bleached and nutriated
and put in capsules for the masses,
sold in designer color bottles
labeled as the one quick fix;
the reaper is a button presser-
sworn to uphold the corporate credo,
‘Conversion by Subversion,’
the harvester of salvation;
and plebian pushers smile and sell,
and family dinner is popping a pill

--R.Brenner [me]

Poems are never so chalangeing as they seem
for once and awhile you learn to let your mind rest
and follow your fingertips on trails
that your heart mandates
Let your mind wander freely
and hit the keys
one by one
till the poem you are telling with your heart
is done.

Fuck it- I'm pimping my thread.


http://www.the-nextlevel.com/board/s...threadid=12138

If you want any sort of fiction critiqued or want an audience, feel free to stop by.

I can write a mean haiku...

Nerds.

Hey bahn,
since this thread surfaced again...
Sorry for cursing at you.
..clearly I'm overdefensive about people mocking poetry
..and I didn't catch your humorous drift

Oh shit!, I shoulda wrote a poem about it :p

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Originally posted by Clash_Master
Nerds.

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I was browsing the Sound Off area and I saw that Clash had posted her. I was like, "Oh man, this should be good. The harassment is going to be great."

Well, a respectable post, but it could've been better. I give it a 6.

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Originally posted by Jimmy Carter
I was browsing the Sound Off area and I saw that Clash had posted her. I was like, "Oh man, this should be good. The harassment is going to be great."

Well, a respectable post, but it could've been better. I give it a 6.

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I am so sorry James Carter. I have failed ye. The truth is I was blown back by the lameness of the thread I guess. "Nerds" was the best thing I could think of.

How's This:

a wise man once said "you're alone in this world
and when you die, you're alone in the next"
so i'm saving my favors for those cold rainy days
when the blue's washed away from the rest
these streets are all empty, just sad and confused
filled with ghosts who are filled with regrets

and there's a man on the corner looking for change
he says "son can you spare me a dime?"
i dip into my pockets and look into his eyes
and say "sir can you spare me some time?"
cus' I've been feeling quite lonely, like I don't really exist
just a shadow of what I once was

and i walk downtown on main, crossing oak and birch roads
much more beautiful than we'll ever know
now my footsteps skip beat, on the tired black tar
and my heart in my tired bruised chest
when all these voices have ceased, only trees whisper prayer
and this silence is golden, but only in death is it pure

and now i lay down on the sidewalk, my frame outlined in chalk
that I drew when I was just six years old
but the colors have faded, into vague hues
and the sounds of my laughter have all been washed out
by rain and by memories, I've since long forgot

and I ask to myself, when will this end to begin
will this ever end...

CoreBoy: That's quite alright. I was able to calm myself by humming a little tune by the name of "sticks and stones" ^_^

Maybe I'll finally get around to posting my poetry here.

I Couldn't Save You

The smoke clouds my mind
as the liquor fogs my eyes.
I knew you,
but I coudn't save you;
I coudn't save myself.
Free falling
into a self-made depression.
Confining thoughts
with pitiful tears.

I love you
and i love you as dark things are to be loved
...in secret
All my wonton desires,
spill from my lifeless arms.
A tingly sensation growing around my neck
my hairs stand on end.
I shudder in the cold;
from what my life has become,
and what it will soon be.

But I coudn't save you,
I coudn't save myself.

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Originally posted by Clash_Master
Nerds.

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WoW, comedy gold!1!! 5!*

*Unfunny troll

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Originally posted by ShadowedStar
I Couldn't Save You

The smoke clouds my mind
as the liquor fogs my eyes.
I knew you,
but I coudn't save you;
I coudn't save myself.
Free falling
into a self-made depression.
Confining thoughts
with pitiful tears.

I love you
and i love you as dark things are to be loved
...in secret
All my wonton desires,
spill from my lifeless arms.
A tingly sensation growing around my neck
my hairs stand on end.
I shudder in the cold;
from what my life has become,
and what it will soon be.

But I coudn't save you,
I coudn't save myself.

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That's a great piece. I can relate to it a lot right now. I just broke up with my girlfriend the other day, and this piece reminds me a lot of what I was going through with her. It's almost uncanny.

Thank you for sharing it. :)

As for us being nerds? Wow....i'm just so blown away by your highly evolved intellect. Your words have struck a chord in my heart, and here I sit, pondering my trite, worthless existance in this chaotic realm of defeat and dispair, as tears sting my bloodshot eyes. Woe is me. Woe is me. My heart bleeds profusely from your dagger-shaped words of harsh enlightenment. Why don't people like me? *sniffle*

Excuse me while I go jump off of a bridge and end this madness.....

....but not before posting another poem!!!

Crying Moon

Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
Eyes closed against the blinding darkness
Firey embers fall like grey feathers
Upon the ebbing chambers of blood

Following a thin, twisted thread
Into blackened uncharted waters
The lights flickering rhythmically
A kolidoscope of damp blues

Clear and stinging liquid charges forth
As knife wounds stab and cut deep
A journey through the fallen past
In a time machine built for one

Experience traced back to fruition
Running through with a fine-toothed comb
Finding chunks of misery caught
And determining the errors of deeds

A faint whispery hum emerges forth
Failed lulabyes falling upon deaf ears
Serving only to further awaken and feed
The demon that's caged and locked within

No peace is found in this dark slumber
A hibernation for devils and ghosts
Feasting upon conviction, virtue, and moral
Leaving the host frail, shattered, and broken

So here I sit all by my very lonesome
At the very edge of a twisted reality
Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
As I pay homage to a crying moon

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Originally posted by CynicalSphere
AUTUMN

"Autumn is the pernicious season; the one we named the Fall
That marks the yearly ruin of nature, when the leaves fall in shame
Bearing the colors of shades and shadows of fire and flame
As if remind us of the wage of that first time we called The Fall.
But few weep at Autumn's coming, for they know all is not finished
As nature shall only die to live again, as it always has before
For while there is life, the prospect of rebirth remains evermore
Even in times when even Nature herself is a thing greatly diminished."

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:wtf: :lol:

God rob, you are such a Troll. :: begins to cry ::

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Originally posted by Rob
:wtf: :lol:

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OMFG HE MADE FUN OF ME THIS THREAD IS GOING TO HELL PLEASE CLOSE IT MODS!!!!!11ONEELEVEN

:p :p :p :p

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Originally posted by EternalAlien

Crying Moon

Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
Eyes closed against the blinding darkness
Firey embers fall like grey feathers
Upon the ebbing chambers of blood

Following a thin, twisted thread
Into blackened uncharted waters
The lights flickering rhythmically
A kolidoscope of damp blues

Clear and stinging liquid charges forth
As knife wounds stab and cut deep
A journey through the fallen past
In a time machine built for one

Experience traced back to fruition
Running through with a fine-toothed comb
Finding chunks of misery caught
And determining the errors of deeds

A faint whispery hum emerges forth
Failed lulabyes falling upon deaf ears
Serving only to further awaken and feed
The demon that's caged and locked within

No peace is found in this dark slumber
A hibernation for devils and ghosts
Feasting upon conviction, virtue, and moral
Leaving the host frail, shattered, and broken

So here I sit all by my very lonesome
At the very edge of a twisted reality
Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
As I pay homage to a crying moon

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Thanks, that is one of my favorite pieces and this one you wrote is exceptional. I love the image of the crying moon; it really strikes a cold chord with me. Pulls me back to when I struggled with my addictions and lost two of my good friends to suicide. Good poetry is hard to come by in this day and age, but I'm always glad to share my stuff with other poets. Again well done, I hope I can read more of your stuff sometime. Here is another one of mine, I wrote it today...

Why?

Fingernails downt he chalkboard of my life
Standing on my head
a cracked sky
Angels stab me inside
screaming voices

I learned nothing
and now I pay a price
A mirror shatters
The charade of my life
Falsified

But I love you

After scouring my hard drive, I came across this...


When darkness falls
Cascading down halls
When destiny stalls
Trapped between these lonely white walls

Bleakness described your deception
Comforting was your confession
Compulsive was my obsession
Blinded by imperfection

Time drifts out like ripples in a stream
Tasks are carried out as if by mindless machines
Is this a nightmare? Or is it a dream?
Is there any hope? Not even a gleam.

Twisted were my words
Much like my thoughts, they were absurd
Unknown feelings began to stir
Screaming into an empty room, still I was unheard

When daylight stalls
A projected message viewed by all
Of a moonlit silhouette across my wall
When Darkness Falls

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Originally posted by CynicalSphere
:p :p :p :p

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I know you're crying behind your computer screen. Maybe you can write a poem about it.

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Originally posted by Rob
I know you're crying behind your computer screen. Maybe you can write a poem about it.

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Coming from someone who shit his pants when someone made a smartass comment to him on the Music Discussion board to the point that he started DEMANDING that mods closed his topic, that means nothing to me.

I may be many things, but I'm not that much of a thin-skinned coward.

;_; by Rob

My thick skin easily punctured,
One-liners and scathing emoticons, my heart done ruptured,
My memory is as poor as Autumn,
And after my post, the thread has hit rock bottom. ;_;

Actually, I think Autumn is fairly crap myself, as it took all of 15 minutes to write (it was typed directly into the browser) and was written chiefly to pass the time until my next class. I didn't really even bother to look over it once it was done, hence some of the word omission errors.

I don't really care if you believe that or not, but it's the truth.

I didn't mean any real criticism. I'm not fit to judge poetry. Just messing around.

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Originally posted by ShadowedStar
Thanks, that is one of my favorite pieces and this one you wrote is exceptional. I love the image of the crying moon; it really strikes a cold chord with me. Pulls me back to when I struggled with my addictions and lost two of my good friends to suicide. Good poetry is hard to come by in this day and age, but I'm always glad to share my stuff with other poets. Again well done, I hope I can read more of your stuff sometime. Here is another one of mine, I wrote it today...

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Thank you for the kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

I wrote 'Crying Moon' awhile ago. One night, I was talking to my now ex-girlfriend online. She said that she was looking out of her window, and the night sky was incredibly clear. She said that there was a full moon out, and it was snowing. She said to me, "It looks like the moon is crying...". I told her that I wished I could share the moment with her (she lives in another state than I do).

She signed off to go to bed shortly afterwards. I stayed up, insomnia rearing it's ugly head once again. About an hour or so later, I looked out of my window. The sky had cleared up, the full moon was shining brightly....and it started to snow....

....so I wrote 'Crying Moon'. It's about having insomnia, unable to set my mind at ease, all my past mistakes and regrets coming back to haunt me, music droning softly on my stereo, as cigarette after cigarette burns away while I sit and stare out the window.

But don't let that take away from what the piece means to you. The beauty of poetry is that it can mean many different things to just as many people. :)

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Why?

Fingernails down the chalkboard of my life
Standing on my head
a cracked sky
Angels stab me inside
screaming voices

I learned nothing
and now I pay a price
A mirror shatters
The charade of my life
Falsified

But I love you

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I really like this piece. It's short, not too wordy, yet still carries a strong insight with it. Which is a good thing. :) Sometimes, overly lengthy and wordy poems can become lost on the reader. Keep up the good work, and hang on to your own style. Thanks again for sharing. :)

I wrote this one last night. It's meaning it pretty clear.

One Winter Night

I brought to you a flame
To ward off the chill of winter
But the heat that I shared
Caused pressure to well

I turned down the temperature
You said it was too hot
But Jack Frost came back
Nipping at your nose again

So I endured the cold with you
Dug out my old blanket instead
We could at least cuddle within it
Just you and I warming eachother

But it wasn't enough for you
As you soon became frostbitten
And the chill of your bones
Crept its way into my soul

You hogged the blanket to yourself
And I was left shivering in the night
Alone; my flesh bare and naked
Exposed to the harsh elements

I fought the cold with a prayer
To gods that seem to no longer care
But still I cried out to them
Perhaps they'd hear me if I yelled

My voice grew strained and hoarse
No response, as I grew colder still
But I can take a hint
I know when no one's listening

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Originally posted by Lobo
After scouring my hard drive, I came across this...


When darkness falls
Cascading down halls
When destiny stalls
Trapped between these lonely white walls

Bleakness described your deception
Comforting was your confession
Compulsive was my obsession
Blinded by imperfection

Time drifts out like ripples in a stream
Tasks are carried out as if by mindless machines
Is this a nightmare? Or is it a dream?
Is there any hope? Not even a gleam.

Twisted were my words
Much like my thoughts, they were absurd
Unknown feelings began to stir
Screaming into an empty room, still I was unheard

When daylight stalls
A projected message viewed by all
Of a moonlit silhouette across my wall
When Darkness Falls

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Excellent piece, Lobo. I love the imagery you have going on in this poem. Although it seems to have a dark, and maybe angry/regretful/hopeless tone to it, there's a strange sort of beauty to it all the same. I think it's the prose and words that you chose to use.

Again--Excellent work. Thank you for sharing it. :)

*cracks knuckles*

Waltz the walk
Across sides to slide
Up, down, all around
Not knowing where you're found
Yet find me
Admist the mist
Of unfogiving names
Of those who could care less
The apathy - it drains me
I just want to see your smile
I just need to know it's real
This joy, this warmth
It cannot be just from my heart
I have to know its true
As formless as the divine

WOO! 6 minutes. And at work. I dount I'd have the attention span to drag further.

@Thardus. I liked your piece at the top of this page.

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Originally posted by EternalAlien
Excellent piece, Lobo. I love the imagery you have going on in this poem. Although it seems to have a dark, and maybe angry/regretful/hopeless tone to it, there's a strange sort of beauty to it all the same. I think it's the prose and words that you chose to use.

Again--Excellent work. Thank you for sharing it. :)

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Glad you liked it.

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Originally posted by CynicalSphere
Actually, I think Autumn is fairly crap myself, as it took all of 15 minutes to write (it was typed directly into the browser) and was written chiefly to pass the time until my next class. I didn't really even bother to look over it once it was done, hence some of the word omission errors.

I don't really care if you believe that or not, but it's the truth.

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At least he had the guts to post a villanelle. Nice work.