Any poets here?

[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

[Punky Skunk]

Originally posted by CynicalSphere

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

[CynicalSphere]

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

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.

[Punky Skunk]

;_; 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. ;_;

[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.

[Punky Skunk]

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

[EternalAlien]

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...

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.

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

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

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

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.

[Hero]

*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.

[rezo]

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

[Lobo]

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.

Glad you liked it.