My focus in college was once creative writing. Here is a place to share original (or non) pieces of poetry. If no author is cited, the poem or work is assumed to be original! It helps to write things out bros. (and hos!)
I will probably be posting here the most so if ya don't dig don't check!
Out of the ashes these grains will rise Caught in a drift they will rise
Your threadbare approach to this has made my lungs crumple The pins and pokes on my sternum have given rise to the spider's delight
I hate all that I do not hate, and love with all of the porous facets of this spounge To soak up your wistful wishes would bury me under years of deceitful turmoil
And I can lay back and I can breathe You care, you don't care, I will never really know Because nobody will ever know how the workers can keep rebuilding
Reconstruction is not progress, it is rehabilitation, remorse, remote, rescinding, recording, redeeming, recalling, and now in your final hours, it is falling.
Blood tells the story of your life in heartbeats as you live it; bones speak in the language of death, and flesh thins with age when up through your pores rises the stuff of your origin.
These days, when I look in the mirror I see my grandmother's stern lips speaking in parentheses at the corners of my mouth of pain and deprivation I have never known. I recognize my father's brows arching in disdain over the objects of my vanity, my mother's nervous hands smoothing lines just appearing on my skin, like arrows pointing downward to our common ground.
In darkness I hide In darkness I stay In darkness reside 'Til pain goes away
In darkness I wait For old hurts to mend When suffering abates Then sorrow can end
The darkness, a mask To keep horrors concealed Where none would dare ask That the truth be revealed
In darkness of hell With the terrors of night In darkness I dwell Undeserving of light
In darkness, relief No more pretending No more fake beliefs No false happy endings
In darkness no lies That good always wins That evil will die That God forgives sins
A soul nearly broken In darkness, unhealing A heart almost frozen In darkness unfeeling
In darkness no other Can watch as I cry So in darkness I suffer And in darkness I die.
Haunt of My Mind
I'm about to break surrounded by the lies, They keep pushing down the line stressing my demise, I can't find away to escape these little things of terror, I've got no thought control and no hopes for the future, These things never leave and never sleep they just haunt my memory, Showing me clouded visions of things I thought meant something to me, I've lost the thoughts of happiness i thought were true, I was sadly mistaken and I had know Idea what to do, I think its time to pull out the old gun and put it against my head, Pull the trigger and pump my head full of lead, so to you I say good bye, with the absence of me have a better life
Love Lost
Once upon a time my heart only beat for you; you were in every breath i took in and blew; Loving you was as natural as dieing; i thought you felt the same but you were only lieing;
Love lost is not love gained; Its a person who loves someone being pained; From the taste of your lips to every thought of you; You still left me to die even though you knew;
Crazed and Amazed by how much pain this has caused; In my dreams when you left it has paused; Fixated on how it felt when you left me alone; I lay down in my misery to cry and moan;
Falling in love again will never happen; i wont put myself on the line again; Lieing in my bed crying myself to sleep; Ill try to be strong and for you no longer weep;
Hopeful To Emboldened
Life starts off wrong No money, No home, No food You don't know what you want But you know this is no good You know this won't last long Hopeful.
Life gives you lemons You make lemonade Your life is turning around You knew it would, though late Life is yours not any other mans Empowered.
You soon find a beautiful girl You find a purpose in life A new meaning to surround yourself with You find yourself without strife And before you a transformed world Enlightened.
Reason to live Reason to love A whole new outlook on life A sign from above No longer needing to take the dive Emboldened.
My profile tbh : http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=84574
These lips are all blistered, all blistered and cut I keep tounging the wounds but they never close up My skin's drying up from the nights I don't sleep And you're heart's drying up from those secrets you keep
Forget what they told you; everything has change Why are the stars calling my name? Sanguine mirrors dispatched for the save While the horses and apostles are idle in caves
Ships with no sails remain dead weight for days No sight of shore, No home, and no range...
What is a man that can promise no good Cause he's heard it before And wouldn't lie if he could Action/Reaction: The law of self defense. Finding out nothin's real Breaking innocense. So nevermind about All my good intents For to myself i have convinced That to know what you know Means that you know all of this.
Ships with no sails Wind up dead wood in days They're right on the shore But home's not the same
What is a man who sacrificed his time For the simple reason That he never questioned "why?" Action/Reaction The laws are all broken Living as though nothing's real Means always losing focus So nevermind about All your good intents Because now I've finally noticed That to know what you know Means you know all of this That to know what you know Means you know none of this (no no no)
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I'm a man who fucks with fire. I'm a man who sleeps with liars, but I don't come from Hell, no. I wasn't raised in Hell.
Me, as a good person will straighten her hair and put on eyeliner me as a good person will come home and say hello to my mom and talk with my sister
me as a good person will brush her teeth three times a day floss, rinse my mouth, and spit me as a good person will eat less and exercise more
me, as a good person, will not throw a fit when you dont come over I will not see other boys, kiss other boys, think of any other boys. as a good person, I swear to swear less and gossip less and praise more praise the lord
me, as a good person will learn how to write songs I would also be able to sing on key. (join my praise band)
me, as a good person, will not steal the words I write or get frustrated when others steal mine me, as a good person will learn how to spell and edit and edit the words that come out of my mouth, no longer tripping and stuttering
me, as a good person will be more succinct more verbose? more F*U*C*K L*A*N*G*U*A*G*E* Hey remember what you said about stolen words? Oh, and me as a good person will stop using so much damn anaphora.
me, as a good person will know when to stop.
Haiku
1 Eastern guard tower glints in sunset; convicts rest like lizards on rocks. [...]
-Ethridge Knight
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Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--
You used to linger with me for a day or so My fingertips could bring you back I'd feel warmer those days You'd feel my insides with a twitch of a tendon Your lips Your lips Your lips Your lips would hide all day, neatly and discreetly You let them breathe with me, you let me see I told you I told you I told you I told you I told you I lied to you To save me from you "Show me your heart" - "Show me your teeth" We both knew, that you were nothing, and I was less.
*here at thirty thousand feet I could jump right now, I could pull this lever and I could fly I could fly They would never find me they would never find me! I would float, I would be their story and I would float because even there, I don't care about your toes even there, your face is worthless, "if it is something serious, don't even tell me, i swear to god, don't even tell me, i'm no good" At least I'm not a liar. So go south, and whenever you leave the terminal I want you to know, that I can ****ing fly.
These lips are all blistered, all blistered and cut I keep tounging the wounds but they never close up My skin's drying up from the nights I don't sleep And you're heart's drying up from those secrets you keep....
sorry to ruin your poetry reading but
i saw scarlet live a while ago it was beautiful they set up really bright lights and a smoke machine and it was just beautiful
i dont write poetry although i do change most songs i hear onto the radio into songs about poop im really good at that
Creation is a grand piano and God is infallible. He knew what he was doing when he carved out keys, and hierarchically arranged octaves, and judiciously separated dark keys from light keys, spacing them consistently for ease of play.
He was well aware the strings would be hammered away on and so he made them strong and perfectly in tune so that when harmony and discord was exacted on them by way of play, they would sing or weep in correspondence with manipulation of the black and white keys by their skilled Pianist.
The strings have their science and their faith in what is evident Mallets strike and create noises and it seems like time is kept evenly by them, but really its all relative and the science is wrong and so is the faith because the strings cant possibly escape the acoustically engineered casket.
Some strings know a maker put them there, and they speculate upon the extent of His continued involvement in their song, and some take solace in the mystery of the hammers
Some like to think they make their own music and some take comfort in Gods hammers.
The fact is were being played; its not the hammers that make us vibrate its the keys we never see.
stars shimmer in love and you crook your neck to watch heavens while your next door neighbor beats daylight from his wife
strained necks are easier to deal with than bloody wives
or maybe your father taught you to keep your goddamn mouth shut and your mother begged you to run to the pharmacy for her to pick up a few things
skin toned bandages and concealer
or maybe to you problems only exist on your screen and there is a comfortable space keeping you sane and numb and you are not running to a drug store maybe your biggest concern is the pain in your neck and you sleep soundly every night because to you stars shimmer in love and
that square had pointed ****ing corners he was always walking around with his right angles and his congruency like there was something special about symmetry
and in three dimensions he was a cube like that was cool too but guess what? that also means being six-sided and thats a waste of ****ing time
then you have your triangles and they think theyre so strong but theyre all turned around because the sum of their interior angles is 180 degrees always
and youve got your subgroups of triangles that look different but theyre turned around too and in three dimensions who the **** knows how many sides theyve got who cares anyway theyre just shapes
my mind is filled with things that make me numb and i can not be found tonight the smoke in this room is thick and old and i can love on my own, lie on my own
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clouded head lips painted red body full of sin turning back just as bad as pushing forward and life is hard
you know it when you see it when you touch it you know it and life is hard and we are heavy
pretty girl quiet to the world actions against god your experience just as much bad as life is good but you are heavy
-- Edited by Aioazech on Thursday 29th of July 2010 06:24:07 AM
it'd be dope to get a more focused group of people discussing on here but i guarantee it'd take jerry regularly posting to keep everyone interested. i'm always trying to find people to talk about writing with, no one i know does it, and online is just as good a place as any.
sadly, that's true. i check on the boards every day now, but if nobody's been talking, i'm sure as hell not going to bother to start anything.
this is nice though. i never noticed this thread.
i'd actually really love an art discussion. i've been waiting to finish this TS tattoo design before i make a thread for that. i don't really know if there are any other artists who go on here...?
