a few fairly recent poems -

[bbbeccaaa]

Nostalgia

there's always that moment
when your brain sinks,
your eyes intensify in sadness,
and you realize that a certain point
in time is forever extinct
except for your biased memories.

it spreads through your arteries
and veins, puncturing every
nerve that disagrees.
it will wrap itself around
your heart, destroy your soul.

the irony, that the things that
once caused such joy,
now strangle your thoughts
in an attempt to paralyze your existence.



New Civilizations

help it to swell, to invent new
boundaries, let it penetrate the mind,
follow the blood flow to its core,
take on the challenge of venturing
into untouched realms of interpretation.

i want you to feel it gaining momentum.
i want you to know i'm quickly approaching
the apex.

you will soon be gone,
but it is not meant to end like this.

follow me into the void
and we will build new civilizations.



They Flock in Groups of Three

They flock in groups of three
and feast on shattered molecules.
They nag at your shoestrings,
waiting
for the moment you become vulnerable.
They will gnaw at your pulsating membranes,
leave a mangled carcass,
and consider their next victim.
They thrive between the living and the dead,
unsure of which path to pursue,
and as their claws rot and
their follicles disintegrate,
they will regret every moment
of their cancerous lives.



Our Impending Extinction

the flowers have grown
taller than the tree remnants.
the rocks have turned to sand
blown into the sea.
the grass has paled and peeled,
the sky is beginning to crack,
releasing stars to be glued to the earth.

we have become ether,
mere floating objects behind the clouds.

[bbbeccaaa]

well, i might as well just use this to post the rest of what i have now and what i'll eventually have...

any constructive criticism is always welcome :)

[bbbeccaaa]

Perpetual Cycle


The day catapults boulders into
the sky. Each gargantuan rock
makes a tiny hole in the
clouds like a caterpillar's
mangled tree leaf.

The sun will blind us eternally
and we will belong to the universe,
no longer the universe belonging to us.

The world will begin again,
the perpetual cycle of
our faults surfacing and
exposing our inability to progress.



Man Versus Nature

are their eyes gazing at me
or the sparkling floor?
my back stretches and I sit up.
once again, I prove to be
utterly invisible.

the trash can has overflown,
and none care that yesterday's
news is covering the flowers,
none look in that direction,
their eyes guide their movements
yet lack the ability to see.

there's a pale, uprooted lily
lying limp and withered on the pavement.

man versus nature -
why does man conquer?



Worry Rusts the Moon

pools of thought,
autumn forests of sadness,
of happiness.
worry rusts the moon
as it peers through its silver radiance.

can you see the sun lurking
beneath our feet?
it is giving life to what
we are presently unable to see.
lights continue to flicker
between the trees.
each trunk is a pole
that divides the obtainable
from the impossible.

it is difficult to fathom
the depth of our sky.
the blinding pinpricks that
aid our existence -
they are destroyed and
reborn perpetually.



The Flickering Light

scattered sand
is not just broken rocks, but the
ink blots
that destroy a perfect piece of white paper,
displaying the mind torn open
by sadness and desperation.

the flickering light that
casts shadows in a darkened
place is not just
a burning wax candle,
but proof
that within despair,
joy is thriving.

[bbbeccaaa]

a couple more -


Submission

This sheet of blinding paper
that's pasted to my face,
this mask that bars my ability to reason,
it scabs my eyelids and
drowns my name,
a constant reminder
of my unwilling demise.


Ignorance of a Dormant Mind

look at yourself
for a moment,
look into your soul,
feel the essence of your existence.

are you pleased,
disappointed...or tormented
by the unexpected outcome
of your life?

what's unseen to the dormant
mind is that no emotions truly exist.
they are sloppy manifestations of what we
believe it is to be human.

[skyfire]

you have a really strong voice...i like the majority of your poems...such a sad massage though, you leave me with the feeling that our destruction is inevitable, and that our individuality means next to nothing...

i especially enjoy the man vs. nature theme...it's an ongoing debate that is universal...

the poems with strong imagry and not so much expository info stand out the most for me (i.e. "Our Impending Extinction," which is one of my favorites.)

"They Flock in Groups of Three," "New Civilizations," and "Submission" are also some of my favs and i like parts of "Flickering Light," "Worry Rusts the Moon," and "Perpetual Cycle"

overall...very good thread...keep posting

[bbbeccaaa]

i know, i'm sort of trying to get away from the themes i use because i'd like it to be a bit more optimistic haha. but thanks for the comments, i have some i might post later.

[skyfire]

^ eh...sometimes optimism is overrated! writing what you know makes for strong writing, but dont be afraid to branch off and try something new...

[bbbeccaaa]

^ agreed.



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There's a gentle wind blowing
outside my window.
It cracks the shutters and
splits the screen.

It tears at my roots.

It spits on my shoes.

The rain falls.
It let's go of the cloud's grasp
and falls to its death.
A billion tiny raindrops,
shattered on the earth.


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do you feel it --
the gentle rush of wind in your hair that
dances between the root
of each strand,
the feeling of your feet being pulled
to the aroused ground,
the frozen needles that gently massage
your young face?

there is nothing in existence
powerful enough to transcend
the day you discovered love and beauty.


I looked

I looked
at the bird whistling gleefully in the tree,
the squirrel diving for acorns in the fallen leaves,
the ant determinedly rebuilding his home,
the lake licking the moist sand,
the cloud painting a delicate backdrop,
and the sun giving life to this beautiful day.


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can you hear the plea
of life struggling to remain strong,
to remain fearless in a world of fear,
to be at peace and enjoy the
gift of discovery?

let the wind sway my door and
the lightning persist,
for life is beautiful, and we must
experience the deepest fear
to experience growth,
love, and harmony.

[bbbeccaaa]

just wrote this one tonight...this is definitely a work in progress.



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bolts of lightning sprinting past.
cut them off -
they are only a nuisance.

one by one, all that was gained
falls defeated to the beckoning floor -
they are swallowed and
digested into the handiwork of man.

the photographs recall what was
once your face. it is now
tattered like a worn book that was
once loved, now thrown into
the bottom of a mildewed box -
forgotten.

you have reason to worry this time -
your stench lingers in every molecule you touch.
undying, immortal.

[skyfire]

^ i liked the last two stanzas the best...they're the strongest...i would like to see what you could build on those images...
can i make one suggestion? be careful when using "they" and "it"...make sure you assign an object (or person, whatever) to them before using the generalizations, otherwise i feel like i missed something...(but i guess that could just be me)

[art_hippie]

Nostalgia its my favorite...its so true:}:}:}
u are good:}:}:}be happy:}:}:}
lots of sunny smiles
Nadia
peace

[bbbeccaaa]

thank you both :)



Pillar of Power

towering above the leaf-strewn lawn
is a pillar of power,
its many tiers executing the daily task
of lighting your obstruction box.

the birds seem to enjoy the view,
wouldn't you agree?
but I cannot help but wonder if they
would be happier, healthier
in their tree castles,
where they can look through the
branches to the soil they are
firmly rooted to -
the most primitive connection of elements,

the bird -
the tree -
the earth.

[bbbeccaaa]

i'd sort of appreciate some feedback? ways i can improve, or just letting me know you enjoyed it :)

[bbbeccaaa]

There It Stood

There it stood,
torn from the threshold of life,
this mere device of atrocities,
this buttonhole that bleeds
your insecurities across
an ancient atlas.

It dies in the corner of your eye
as you solemnly glance,
yet make no movement to save it.

This is the terrible loss of belief
that leaves you glaringly empty,
no matter your desperation to retrieve it.

[redyelruc]

I agree with Skyfire, your poems all seem very sad. Reading this thread has left me feeling a little down. I like the majority of what you have written and think that probably Nostalgia was my favourite. I will re-read all of them though because I like to take in poems over a couple of readings.

Keep posting please,
Peace,
A.