SoFarAway's Thread

'Kissing Your Poisen'






I've got nothing to kill
but a one dollar bill and a bottle of wine
The sounds of a favorite record
a broken man cries to a deceased lover
Hidden troubles in seas of amber
still relief from my bloodshot eyes
Acoustic soul expression
through vibrating strings
my very reason for being
A wiseman pays me for my troubles
Only to stab me in the back
and then tell me lies
If only I could move forward
only if I open my eyes

 

Eyes blind and searching
for a better way
To see forward
To see a better day
As I drag this ball and chain
through the hail and rain
up the hill of desperation
to look upon a fallen nation
Where the sky is dead and gone
and all the clouds have died
I can hear the countless cries
from the dusk until the dawn

In the battle I did not die
Fighting in the blood red tide
One by one we fell in our graves
All the people turned to slaves
To build the devils new kingdom

He watches just as I
in the darkened blood red sky
Looking down on our gods failed creation
I look at him unscathed
from the mighty war he waged
As we plan one last time for revolution...

 

Excellent image.

 

YES! Devils kingdom, bloody skies, mighty war... great imagery. You made some of it rhyme but not in a cheesy way, which takes much class and intelligence. Great poem, keep them coming

 

Thanks, it was just something I squeezed out of my head.

 

Dirt fills
Tragedy
Surrounding me
Lovely
Tragedy
Six foot tunnel vision
Looking up at night skies
Past reflections show comfort
My eyes sink
Life slowly fades
As I let the sands of time
Carry me home

 

~_x_x_x:SILENCE:x_x_x_~

The life of a dweller, depression is rampant, self improvment in destruction. A mindless act of silence, only through violence will they learn, which brought upon more silence, but this time silence after commotion, as the sky rained death like it does rain. The living were helpless and the dead were fortunate, for anyone who made it out alive was hardly unscathed. Silence.

 

"The living were helpless and the dead were fortunate, for anyone who made it out alive was hardly unscathed. Silence."

Poignant and chilly...

 

I love that line.


Some things that I come up with suprise me.

I love writing.

Thanks.

 

I enjoyed this one too...

Acoustic soul expression
through vibrating strings
my very reason for being

 

I was playing guitar when I wrote it..



and I've pretty much comitted my life to making music. So, that's what that is..

 

This is a little song I just wrote, called Three Year Blues

My only angel loved me
She took my worries away
She keeps pushing on
Smoking the entire way


Three year blues


Slowly sinking down
this sand is too quick for me
life seems to choke me dry
and leave me empty


Three year blues


Streams flow out from halos
Cleansing my soiled skin
I feel like comatose
Just light me up again

 

'Gin and Tonic'

Thoughts
They seem to haunt me
through space and time
Constant
Regret of actions
That make me so blind
I
Will never fear
What's to become of me

Blood
from my heart
bleeds out for you
Fist
strikes the wall
broken, bloody, bruised
Smoke
lifts me away
from all my troubles everday

 

I really liked gin and tonic... that second stanza is particularly fantastic, full of powerful images and charged feelings.

 

Thank you. I kinda tried a new approach to writing, and I was drinking a bunch of Gin when I wrote it..

 

I love Gin and Tonic (the drink and the poem )

 

Thanks..


Though, the more I read it the less I like it. Bah!

 

"Poet?"

I don't know if I consider myself a poet. I also do not know, if am I lyricist. Oh, and I also do not know, if I'm a writer. But you know what? I can't fucking stop writing all of the above and then some. Some good, some bad.

"But it's my words that I want everyone to hear?"

I don't know if that can be true. Maybe it's my way to cope, through the broken heart, through the drugs, through the same old routine.

I hate that 5 days of nearly every week of the year. I will be at work by 7:30, but I'm usually there around 10 to impress everyone, because well, I make $9 an hour. The early hours are nice and they to pay off. But, well to put it very simple and without much discription. I make tape for a living.

TAPE! How fucking exciting?

I do have this rastafarian boss, Oye, or Kikboye I belive is his full first name. Anyway, he's the coolest boss I've ever had. But I MAKE TAPE!

This isn't about my job though, it's about the routine. It's a big sprial, much like tape. Okay, enough with the tape.

I come home to a dirty house, because I live with 3 other guys. And guess who cleans? I also attend school fulltime, FUCK! Well, I guess it's not considered fulltime anymore considering I havn't gone for two weeks now.

Life is a bitch. Grab your helmet, strap in, light up, drink up, and hope you don't die.

/end rant

 

Can't tell you how much I enjoyed that rant....

Made made me chuckle, made me fidget, great use of narrative there.

 

Thanks, it was fun to read back again. Made things seam a little... more humerous.