This is one of my poems, more are to be added. I gazed into the abyss and saw myself. I shouted, but I couldn't hear myself. I tried to kill myself, but I failed. I stopped caring... and I was gone.
eh, thanks I still remember it, That feeling of broken glass in the back of my neck, That blazing sun that greeted me, The noise, The people, Those idiots out there... still waiting. The lousy, loud, violent, world was there. Nothing felt the same after I was born...
You wrote with a red hot nail On the walls of my heart. So untrue, those writings... The wall said you loved me, The wall said you couldn't live without me, The wall said you would never betray me, The wall said you would be there for me, The wall said we will be... You left me... You left me and you left the room that was my heart, Yet the writings are still there, They are and forever will be there, It's just you that won't be anymore, Forever...
Perhaps this one is less impressive, but I was bored during a lecture. My eye got caught by The divine game of the stars. I got involved in their play, Tried to catch them in my hands, Dirtied my hands with stardust. I thought I saw Gaia's face Just for a moment, In the eternal starplay. She was looking down. Down into my eyes And I stood there, Like a child face to face with God. I thought I saw her hair moving, Yet the image was so static... I grabbed the moon In my attempt to touch her, As I approached, the air became dense, My mind was pulling me back And a shriek of despair hit me. I was floating back, Continuously accelerating Until I hit the ground. I lost her face, I lost my hope...
you should get bored more often dark,cos thats another ace poem.the last line of the first verse is class.welldone:2thumbsup:
Again... I got bored and came out with this. The title is homage to Pink Floyd. The Wall I felt encased, The white, unbreakable walls Were strangling me. The black walls left me... A long time ago. I got used to forgetting them. So I forgot my fears, I forgot the fact that I was trapped. I started chipping the infinitely thick walls, Not to escape, Not to be released into the sad, descartean world, But to create. Geometrical forms, portraits, scenes, landscapes Were beginning to shape out On the walls of my limitations. I turned my sterile encasement into the manifest of my will, My cage was my canvas. I placed my ear on the wall, But I couldn't hear a sound, But I could feel the world outside, I felt their brainwaves, their thoughts, Their wish to tear my world. They were envious As I, enclosed and trapped, Was happier than them, in spite of their freedom. They tried to get to me, To tear down the walls, To take my happiness away. However they could not. The immense walls they had built around me Were unbreakable even to them. The weapon they used against me Now turned on them. Karma is a bitch... Isn't she?
lov the title dark and another brilliant poem.i especially like the last two lines of the third verse.welldone dark:2thumbsup:
I have an exam tomorrow, hate the whole world, I won't learn anymore... I'm tired, so here we go: As the world turns, I feel like a pinprick On the skin of society, Like the open wounds Of a heroin addict, The unfortunate results Of vices, Of too many hours spent indulging On useless consumption, Of the excitement they got Out of whatever is wrong and vile. They think that at some point They'll cauterize me, The annoying little zit Will heal at some point, They think I will yield, They think their skin will heal, That I will turn into a benign skin cell, That I will be regimented into their wild chase. But I'm their cancer, Their kryptonite, Their fears made manifest, Their nightmare, The results of their inconspicuous consumption Of what they themselves admit as wrong Yet are too afraid to admit they'd like it, But it's just too wrong, Too wrong, Too dirty, Too verminous, Perhaps, too good to be admitted as normal.
brilliant once again. lov it. i lov the last line of second verse an the last line of the last verse.goodluck with your exam tomorrow kid.an you'll be always learning something new,even if if its not in school.an the world dont hate you back kid.the sun is shinin' down on ya.just do your best tomorrow.a persons best is all anyone can do.but dont worry bout it.:sunny:
Here I am, Left to you in all my openness. I've allowed the paper To bleed all of my thoughts and I gave them as a gift to you, As much as you might hate me. I am a mere minstrel, Here to entertain you, The great minds, the great men, the great powers Of these world On which we were randomly Cast together. To you, this sphere is a playground, A battlefield in which you expose Your vanities, you cast your spells, You fight your battles. To me, the great challenge, Of enlightenment, amusement and beatification Of you yourselves. And if you hate me for it... For not fighting your battles, Then I can do nothing more but love you back, My distant and forgotten friends. As ink flows through my veins, My drunk and distorted view Of your theater Is what I give you back. So I don my poet's shirt, I wet my pen And sharpen my wit, Now and henceforth I give you my blood on paper, My mind in words And my spirit in visions As I'm a mere poet... Here to give the decades something to think about.
WOW!thats brilliant dark.glad you got bored again,cos thats one hell of a poem.welldone again dark.i lov that line."as ink flows through my veins"topclass!how did your exam go? did ya get your results yet?:2thumbsup:
The exams went well, passed them all. thanks for asking. Dust and denim You've forgotten what happened last night, Woke up, Listened to some rock n roll, The volume up high As you're a bit deaf From too much noise in your life. Take a look around, It's crazy, right? People look at you Like they know you, You seem strange to them, Yet they seem just as strange to you. You're ok, they are fucked up! The jeans are dusty, Your jacket is dirty with beer And your eyes are red. Because that's what you do, You wonder, And drink, With whomever is there to drink with you... You run away from your problems, Not like most people, As it's not your own problems you are running from, But the problems of other, Of the dirty shithole called society And you are my brother.
hi dark.congrats on passing your exams.thats great news.i'm very proud of you.welldone! kid.:hurray: arty: and welldone! again on another brillliant poem.:2thumbsup:
Thanks for your support. A haiku: A frog sings her aria With just the grass as audience- Performance in vain.
hi dark.your welcome.thanks for sharing your wonderful poetry with us.glad ta see your bored again. lov your new one. a three line poem, that paints a huge picture.i can see the frog being applauded by thousands of blades of grass.sellout! kid. welldone! do get bored again please soon. ha! ha!:mickey:
