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  • I look around me and I wonder why you make my heart hurt and you make me sigh You see it as a fantasy I feel it as if it were reality I sit here in my big black chair playing with my long brown hair thinking of you and me lying beneath a willow tree poking fun and laughing hard realizing i'm such a retard Your a million miles away from here And your ring makes the answer so clear But I seem to ignore the way that I will feel When I realize that it's not real I'm a stupid girl and can't seem to see That it never will be just you and me....:( I wrote this at a time in my life when I was in love with a guy that was my best friend and he was getting married... Kind of a sad one...
  • These ragged walls around me ready to collapse no nails to hold them up no edges for me to grasp i try to hide the pain so no one can see no bandages to fix my wounds no one to set me free i wonder down these halls no life in my bones my heart is locked up the lock is made of chrome i want to melt my soul let the ice fad away i only see darkness when i want to see day chains of sorrow at my wrists locks of lost at my heels these ragged walls surround me
  • heres a quickie...lol I look out the window and whats this I see Various demons all searching for me with no thought to run and no desire to hide I opened the door and let them inside We all got to talking they knew me so well I remembered them also, I'd met them in hell We talked about old times and fun times to come My mind starts to laugh as my body grows numb Eyes open slowly and no one remains everythings different yet nothing has changed yesterday and tomorrow are reunited the silent flames are re ignited the daggers and swords, the noose on my neck I can no longer feel them they have no affect surrender your soul, give youself to desire. If you don't fear the flame, you can play with the fire
  • Here is one I wrote for someone that lost someone they cared a lot for. Passings Sometimes death comes silently, Creeping in the night. Sometimes death comes violently, Tied in with a fright. Often death comes screamingly, Clawing through the pain. And the kind for whom, seemingly, Just seem to fade and wane. For those whom death leaves behind, The pain just lingers on. For e'en when death is kind, Someone you love is gone. Shedding tears of pain and grief, We ask each other "Why?" Searching for some relief, It DOES help to cry. Reach out, someone will be there, Sometimes family, sometimes friend. You don't always know exactly where, But e'en here, support we send. For many of us have been there too, Cursing in the dark. We are all right here for you, And we leave our mark. Blotting out some of the pain, When your soul is bare. We will be here time and again, Just reach out, we're there.
  • Sure, let me fetch one, I've got plenty. Deafening – The Silence Hear It! Listen close And hear The Darkness Sighing Crying Dying Attend The Horror The Screams The Shrieks! Of the Broken Boy In the Burning Garden In his Hell Listen! Listen close! Hear The Silence Hear Nothing! The Angels They’re Dying Listen To The Goddess Listen For The Goddess She Is Not There Why? Why this Deafening Silence? The Chorus She Is Not There The Angels The Only Music Suffers! The Only Noise Pain! So Silent… Is the Grave So Deafening Is The Silence Silence Her Silence Is my Deepest Hell My Great Terror. Oh, why? I Love You! And yet You Deafen me With Silence.
  • To Blossom In Heaven It’s hard to understand sometimes, The things that life can bring. The worst, by far, you must agree Is death’s cold and painful sting. There are no words of comfort To stem the streaming tears. When every waking moment Seems to last a thousand years. In this time of sorrow There’s nothing I can do. To ease this heavy burden That has descended upon you. Know that I am here for you, And strength for you I’ll pray. And if your son could speak to you I think this is what he’d say. “I didn’t get to know you Dad, Before I had to leave. We missed the plans you made for us, And I know you have to grieve. But God had other plans for me, So put your pain to rest. I know that you can’t see it now, But God knows what is best. Pain, despair and sorrow These things I’ll never know. The Angels came to get me, And, Dad, I had to go. They brought me here to Heaven, Jesus met me at the door. He smiled and bade me welcome To my home forever more. I’m never far away from you, Simply right above. Looking down upon you, From this place of endless love. Remember this when you feel sad, And know that it is true. I’m safe and sound in Jesus’ arms, And I’m waiting here for you". Love, Carolyn I wrote this for my brother whose infant son passed away last month.
  • I wrote this in Granada in the shadow of the Garcia Lorca museum (which I never got in to as it was fully booked for school visits!) Lorca and me Sitting, sun strong he would think of long walks and the roses and the calm of the age before the war of motorways. He would nod at joggers, ignore them and the old men with beautiful daughters - raised on a trickle of Alhambran waters - strolling by smiling. Students, as he, would strike their backs on poplar wood and light imaginations to carry with them down the years (but unaware, as yet, that imagination erodes their not yet given nor yet forgotten cares). Here's Wikipedia on Lorca if anyone's interested: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_Garc%C3%ADa_Lorca
  • Life Life is an ominous void to be filled with laughter and joy, or the cry of the lonely, or calm, as the sheep, or even the pitter-patter of a little ones' feet. Life is a wholesome remembrance of others woefully dead and of all those times you could have laughed but, were angered instead. Life is long and drawn, until it almost gone. Then you long for the day that you could play and leave your troubles at home. You can feel then; death's fingers and hear him say- go home Life comes to those bleak curtains, the darkness follows then. You can feel life fleeting, and wonder where its been. Copyright ©2007 Grapes The grapes, they ripen they fall the vines they strive, and they grow tall the fallen, they rot the earth consumes them all, the tall, they reach for heaven. Copyright ©2007 Digital Dreams (Our Disease) The man you chat with every night, That woman you think of to enlighten your life all on the other side, staring back at that same screen blank faces, Blank verse. No voices, Today's communication, our own given curse Whose looking at that screen? is it the person from the picture, or the dream? how can you be sure? will we ever find our cure? Are we set on obligation? Can we lose communication? Type back, will you please? The internet is our own disease! Locked in by our own technology, is there a more befitting end? Just type a message, then click send. Copyright ©2007 Excerpts from my version of the "Canterbury Tales": The Preacher "A man of god holy, and true" that doesn't exactly describe this baffoon. He liked to take offerings, often too much; When the church needed funding He was often a klutz. He said I cannot wear that suit today, I wore it only a fort-night ago! My car has a dent, that simply wont do, I must buy another or better yet, two! Copyright ©2007 The soldier A soldier tried and true? packing radar and helmet, walkie-talkies, mini-satellites, and a pack full of wonderous gadgets. A rifle with unbroken sheen and a new magazine. Camoflouge still pressed and clean, not one wrinkle to his trousers. crew cut hair and a smirk on his face, nothing but a total poser the epidemy of a pseudo-soldier. Copyright ©2007 I wrote these..... Hope you like them!
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  • A Haiku: ***** Theft is lots of fun "Give me your wallet now b****!" "Oh no, not the face!" ***** Haha... That's what you get for forcing me to make up a Haiku on the spot : P Though I think I may have heard something like this one before, I can't be sure... *shrugs* I guess it's unique : P
  • Its not so special compared to the other poems but its the first one I made:- Horcruxes He loves me like I am a part of him. I slither and bite doing his every whim. I've been in his family for such a long time, Anyone touches me, its a severely punished crime. I have the power to make you wise, You use me for selfish reasons, you'll have to think twice. I belonged to Salazar, he wore me around his neck, But I was desrtoyed by Ron to no more than a speck. I was planted in Hogwarts by Tom Riddle, A girl, without knowing my power, with me, fiddled. To have me, you need to bring back your worst memory, If you can face without help, is a mystery. A Horcrux, I was not intended to be. But alas! Luck turned its back upon me.
  • " Sunday July 19th " I remember sitting there Smiling... While fragments of this broken thing inside me fell away From whatever it was that had held them together I remember sitting there Thinking... How sorry I felt for what was to be lost And not letting the realization hit that it was actually me I remember sitting there Waiting... Until someone I don't know got up and walked away From the fullness of nothing into the emptiness of existence.
  • I'm a prose writer really, not much of a poet - but I wrote this a while ago. (Sort of inspired by thishttp://archive.thenorthernecho.co.uk/2004/5/20/51759.html ) Sleep Sticky on my leaf lips Swallow it down. I’m an insect Legs folding in Stay a while With that sin Still and let the glue set. Starve the light out of me. Bark break my skin. Serene grin, staring calm, Curled palms, Stretched cheeks like shadows Parchment thin and neat. Beat my prayer out and God Make me hollow.
  • http://www.poemhunter.com/amy-j-richardson/ Have a look if you like.. some are from when I was much younger, but they state the age at the bottom... some aren't very good at all... but peruse at your will x
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  • I am a poet and you know it
  • Lord, Please Help Me Remember: That no matter how much of a hurry I am in, the speed limits are not there to frustrate me, but to keep me safe. That the car that just cut me off maybe rushing a loved one to the hospital. That the driver that takes forever to make a left turn may be still learning to drive. That driving recklessly may get me there faster but I may not get there at all. That other drivers may not appreciate my courteousness but that I will appreciate how it makes me feel. That by giving the right of way to emergency vehicles, I may be saving a life. And lastly Lord, please help me see and appreciate the beauty of the world around me, not just the harried drivers. Dharma Faith Joy
  • I am a crazy man if only mortality and sexuality went hand and hand Diet coke comes in a can If only I knew what happened to her, oh hi Dad
  • This is arguably my favourite poem ever written. Stop all the Clocks, by W.H Auden. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
  • Here is mine: I need you near me day by day to make my life worthwhile.... I need you reassuring voice, I need your tender smile... I need your faith and confidence, throughout our dreams and goals... I need your understanding heart, that stregthens and consoles... I need your sence of humor, And your ways so dear and sweet.. I need your very special love, to make my life complete...
  • I was in a poetry club in high school, but never read anything because I was generally happy, and most of the poetry that was read was very angry. But one day they decided to have a topic for the next week: boots, alcohol, or orange auditorium chairs. I read my poem: There once was a man from Declares Who wrestled with booze-drinking bears He was in cahoots With a man with steel boots And he ate auditorium chairs
  • As this deep depression falls over me, I sit and ask myself "Why?" Why am I alive? Why am I here? Does anyone in my life Actually care? Blood seeping from my wrists, It runs to the floor. It doesn't cause me pain, So I go back for more. As I lay here and die, I silently cry... "I'll miss everything I'll never be." I wrote this along time ago. It's not a personal experience. Just fiction.
  • Ok, here goes: - I suck at haiku, - but I shall try none-the-less. - Oh sh*t, no more room! Damnit : ( I'll try again then: - Here is my next try, - I hope that I succeed now. - Alas, fooled twice; shame... Hehe, ok, I'm just kidding around... but they 'are' poems (Haiku) : ) I could write a few more right now I suppose... hmm... - Mugging, oh what joy! - To steal cash with bat in hand, - "Oh no! Not the face!" Hehe - Haiku's are easy, - but they don't always make sense. - Refrigerator. ***** Ok, I'm done : P *takes a bow* Haha : D
  • I do, but those I write are intensely personal and specific to the person I'm writing about. One day, I may be brave enough to try and have them published, but for now...I can't post them.
  • ON a day like today that's a roaster, I even hate using the toaster! But this bread from a can that they gave me--oh, man, I'd as soon eat my Budweiser coaster.
  • i do write them, heres one that got rejected by Poetry.com (i kinda hate them now because its a very personal poem to me lol) scars crimson window, breeching surface, enraged hands, steel release, fluid dejection, self affliction, never ceasing, my resentment, intoxicated, blurry, oscilating, delirious, blood dripping, multiple lacerations, sentient pain, manifested, liquid sorrow, flowing, dematerialisation, transformation, scars.
  • Here is one of my happier poems ^,^ I hear the thunder rumble loud the rain starts to fall all around The clouds turn dark the lightning strikes darkness falls once again but as I look up searching for something in the dark sky above I notice something stark against the clouds so very dark a silver lining I'd never seen before hidden from the unobservant eye it adds a certain elegance to the sky reflecting in the raindrops as they fall oh the rain now smells so nice no longer a nuisance as it falls it is cleansing me leaving my thoughts so clear helping me with all thats dear and special to me
  • "WHEN I WAKE-UP" When I wake up in the morning....., I'll praise my Dear Lord..., for all that He has given me.. Many things I could not afford.... CHORUS I love thy Lord..., for He died for me... He's gave me life...for eternity....And one day soon..., I shall be with thee... All because of His Great Love..., at Calvary.... When I walk through... the valley's... The valley's great an long... I shall shout His name in glory... And praise him in a song... CHORUS I love thy Lord..., for He died for me... He's gave me life..., for eternity.... And one day soon...,I shall be with thee... All because of His Great Love..., at Calvary... When life seems...it's darkest.. He shines His light on me... He helps me see tomorrow..., as a day of Victory... CHORUS I love thy Lord..., for He died for me... He's gave me life...for eternity.... And one day soon..., I shall be with thee... All because of His Great Love..., at Calvary.... ******************************************************* *******This can be used as a poem or song. I wrote it back a few years ago for a Church to use in their music. As I told them. Bless those who read or sing this song to other's. It has been a Great blessing to me to be not the author, but a instrument for the LORD. To share with other's the songs & poem's He has given to me. To share to all my brother's & sister's in CHRIST JESUS our LORD. This song is based on--------- I Chronicles Chapter 16 V's 23-25, John Chapter 3 V-16, Psalms Chapter 23 V-4 & Acts of the Apostles Chapter 12 V-7.*******May God be with you all...Your brother in CHRIST JESUS our LORD........M.C.S.
  • ok this is not like a good poem or anything, just something I wrote when I felt down a couple of weeks ago. But I couldn't resist posting it anyway.. whats wrong with the world when two matching tiles no longer fits when i now no longer belives in soulmates whats wrong wit the world when it makes me misery when my only news are bad whats wrong with the world when it rips out my heart when it tears me apart whats wrong with the world when i no longer see the light when i am loosing my mind whats wrong with the world when im turning colorblind when happines belongs to the past whats wrong wit the world when shadow are sronger than brightness when everything are changing exept me whats wrong with the world when everything doesn't matter when you feel decieved whats wrong with the world when it gives you no reason to live when evil wins whats wrong with the world when music have no melody when birds no longer sing whats wrong with the world whats wrong with the world
  • Did I waste time when I wrote this? Interpreted a point you'd miss? A meaning hidden deep beneath Would cut were it not in this sheath Surrounded by a metaphor These words alone would no doubt bore. They painted pictures for your mind A literal art to leave you blind Of what you previously thought: "This type of thing cannot be taught" But words were made for them to bind And you to read in class confined. And students pick apart the fears of poets studied beyond their years To gain a grade at their expense The poet dead, with no defence. But left you with a written kiss. Your ignorance, their bliss?
  • There once was a fellow named Victor Who owned a small boa constrictor. It grew and it grew 'Till it stood 10 foot 2, Then it swallowed it's master. Poor Victor. A young boy who often ate paste Would claim that he "just liked the taste" Then one day he sniffed glue Just to try something new. He's alive, but his mind's gone to waste.* *FACT: paste is a "gateway" adhesive! Maybe! The nose of a boy a called Clyde Had become a bit crusty inside When picked with a finger Biotics did linger That spread to Clyde's brain and he died.
  • well, i too want to post a few of my lines.. here is it: I was standing all alone At the crossway with no light in sight Bare and nude was my soul And tear filled eyes sang of my plight. Gigantic was this world to me And there were no shoulder to rest my head and arms to grip Lost and lonely I felt all alone All that I could taste were the tears I wiped with my finger tips. Broken smiles and fake promises Were all that I could recollect I was drowning in my pool of tears And pains were all that I was destined to beget. What were days to me? Just a summon to the darkest nights I never wished to see I know not how I survived all the nights Ghoulishness was all that my dreams would be. Life was fogged with the darkest cloud But I kept holding tight when one fine day my eyes met with you I saw lights through the darkest sight. Now I dream of beautiful scenes No more tears roll down my cheeks Thanks to you and your caresses I got my smiles back and days turned so bright. With your presence I feel my days light up ten folds So far yet so close are we I look forward to you as the one to hold in the time of needs. It’s been a harsh life all the while Finally god sent me an angel as I had always wished for Through your eyes I see all my wishes come true You are that gem I would happily die for. And for all that I have got from you I got nothing to offer you But for a promise that says With all the possible ways I will always love you. "this one hold very personally to me, but its one o the best i have ever written..."
  • Its dark outside except for the moonligt reflecting in the dewy grass. She's dancing on tiptoe, light-footed in the garden, in shelter by the great oak. She's smiling as the wind pushes her nightdress close to her body, and makes her blond hair flutter. It's chilly outside, her cheeks are red, as a beautiful contrast to the sparkle in her sapphire eyes. The brushstrokes in the sky are from blue to red, with twinkling stars all around.
  • I'm not on the stairways to heaven or on the highway to hell, But somewere in between presicely I cannot tell. Im chained by mediocracy and strangled by simplecity, if I should die in this moment only few would be missing me. My gray-scale eyes sees nothing but repeatings, my rebels for a breakout end up with retreatings. Im waiting and wishing for my life soon to blossom, Until then I'll vanish into the boredom.
  • ill post a poem i wrote called alone alone like a dark veil of shadow it clings to my back as soon as i think im free it starts its attack it attacks my heart and it attacks my soul sinking into this black sea a dark, gloomy hole think of all the shit ive seen and all ive been through dig myself further away to me this is nothing new you'll never understand what it feels like inside my heart is filled with pain and it shatters all my pride it feels so good to let go let the pain run down my face like a sweet release, it goes together like flowers in a vase all they do is wonder why day after day not knowing all the pain inside some caused by what they say one day i hope to escape this veil this dark and shadowy gloom of despair to once again rejoice in the light and take a breath of fresh air i want to see the sun in my eyes and touch her soft hair embrace the feeling of love in the beautiful spring air although i hope to see the beautiful sun again and breathe fresh spring air it seems its only a matter of time until i fall back into this pit of despair ive always been on my own despite one true friend never leaves me or betrays me, or breaks because iron does not bend
  • I wrote this very dark poem, a time in my life i was so depressed that there is no light, i felt like i had fallen down in a 30 foot well and the sides are covered with slimmy algea, it is dark and dank, no matter how many feet i would climb, i would fall back down. here is the poem i wrote coming from the depths of my soul: Dispare Darkness falling down, (down), sadness all around, (round); sinking beneath the waves of dispare, curling up into nothing, but needless pain, no-one cares; no light can penatrate my darkest world, lonely, loney the pain grows slow; the point of death clutches my soul, daggers peircing holes; freedom from my imprisonment of darkness unfolds, no more pain, no more sorrow holds; only peace sets upon me forever. it took me a month to feel better, without antidepressants.., I prayed. I am happy in good spirits. I hold on to this poem as a reminder, no matter how depressed a person is there is hope and a stream of light shining a way out.
  • Self as Ocean
  • Hi ! I am going to write one right now. I thought I let you go many moons ago then you walk back into my memory with those shining eyes from the pages of my diary. Be gone from me and my memory. My pen runs low and memory tries to sleep yet you remain so strong inside my brain. now begone from my life and let me start a new chapter of this so called life.
  • True to life entitled to me... at birth, in essence we are born free. The cord is severed and thus we cry yearning for the loins in which we were tied. We seek out our chains, when life is our master. Enslaved through relations, faith, fear of disaster. But is it such travesty? It's no master plan. We enter an agreement willingly with "The Man". Bound to our labor. We're shackled to friends. The circle of madness. In death, it all ends. Man is a creature we chose to enslave. True freedom is buried with us in the grave.
  • Its been so long since I've seen you Ive spent my life being sad.Its been so long since Ive touched you it hurts my soul when I laugh its been so long since ive heard you yet your voice echoes all day But my heart just hasn't listened since the day God took you away. It's been so long since Ive held you Ive almost fallen out of reach its been so long since Ive felt you but Ive tried not to feel a thing. Its been so long since Ive talked to you that Ive cried enough tears for a sea.If theres a few things I could tell you Id say please don't give up on me.Ill try to walk a little straighter inside I'll try not to let you down.I'll try to go through this pain sober I know that will make you proud I'll try not to ask for too much help but if you can read these words from my pen could you put in a good word with jesus so that I can see you again.
  • cupids arrow so straight so true . flies from my heart straight to you.
  • a butterfly on the wind, such a beautiful scene. of grace, poetry, passion. loneliness. but beauty hidden is greater than any shown to the world. it grows with each secret, with each whisper. and perhaps some day will blossom, perhaps not. they say a secret shared, is a secret broken. though i dare not think of such things. i have but to blow through the grass and hope the butterfly spreads her wings, and dances.
  • Body: Roses are red Lemons are sour Open ur legs and give me an hour Kissing Is A Habit Fucking Is A Game Guys Get All The Pleasure Girls Get All The Pain 10 Minutes Of Pleasure 9 Months Of Pain 3 Days In The Hospital A Baby Without A Name The Baby Is A Bastard The Mother Is A Whore This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!! Sex is like math You subtract the clothes Add the bed Divide the legs And Pray to god You dont multiply Roses are red Grass is green Open your legs And I'll fill you with cream Hickory dickory dock This bitch was suckin my cock The clock struck two I dumped my goo And dumped her to the end of the block Sex is good Sex is fine Doggy Style & 69 Just for fun Or gettin paid Everyone likes gettin laid Sex is evil Sex is a sin Sins are forgiven So stick it in!!! roses are nice violets are fine. ill be the six if you be the nine.
  • Joyce writes: “Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet.” I say: One’s not able to see the strings Regretfully there is The grand orchestra beyond the Asia Minor Of which neither are instruments visible Nor any sound is audible! He says: “For Love wanders there”, I correct: Pale face of musicians wrapped in darkness, Joyce and I give this mysterious info:: Dark piece of note papers before the maestro. N.B. Within two inauguration poems I seem having finished my preliminary duty (to send some poetical hints about two great pens) before sending my “experienced type” poems profmes
  • Alone I sit alone, brushing my hair and wiping the tears away. I look in my mirror, but my reflection is missing. That reflection isn’t me, it’s the face of a girl who has lost her way. I wait alone, listening to music and hoping the phone won’t ring. I slip on my white dress, but something just doesn’t feel right. That dress fits all wrong, it’s all tight when two days ago it was perfect. That phone rang all right, I already knew in my heart that my love had gone away, away, away. What more is there to say, now I am alone forever, never to see my love’s face at the door. Or in my mirror, or beside me when I awake. I stand alone, leaving my tears beside the grave of my love.
  • I carried your kiss across the country on the bow of my lips, and it was heavy. Something burdening and hard to bear, but no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't be shed. I ate with your memory in a diner. I just wanted coffee, but the memory was hungry. It didn't want hamburgers or pancakes or eggs. I fed it tears instead. Somewhere outside St. Louis, the memory wanted to dance. I said no, but it pleaded until I succumbed. The moon watched us waltz. You whispered that I would forgive you. I traveled the last leg in the silence of loneliness, because you weren't speaking. Back in the city, the movement of our feet made a brake-light symphony. Dissonant, chaotic, and terrible to behold.
  • Skade, skade, sort-hvid fugl Led mig til din dybe rede Og dit hemmelige skatteskjul I min grådighed vil jeg altid lede Wrote it when I was 15 or so, but for some reason I still remember it - it ain't even that good :/ ...What??
  • The Truth Behind Forever I never really thought I'd be here that things would be this way. That the love you promised was forever you'd take back just to give away. ~ That you'd really stop wanting forever to share with me. See it with someone else like that was how you always dreamed it would be. ~ I never really thought we'd be over or you'd stop loving me like you did. I believed in all the forevers you promised me you'd give. ~ What happened why'd things change? Why'd you take it away from me? Was it just a game? A way to be cruel and mean? ~ I wasn't good enough was I? I didn't give you enough. I loved you with all I was and you said I loved you to much. ~ You were the one thing I thought was forever. When I believed forever was true. ~ But forevers just a word to describe something that lasts longer than you. It never really happens forevers don't come true. ~ I know cause I believed until forever was given away by you! trynfinity 4/30/07
  • Why write a poem Only to put my name At the bottom? I'm only a pair of eyes, A nose against Wet glass.
  • I've that persona that beckons the hollow. The meek or the desolate- The weak and the shallow. The idle, the afflicted The path's not hard to follow for one like myself. All these facets, I borrow. I am misery's keeper When your body's grown weaker When your spirit is broken And you keep falling deeper. When the walls crumble inward you no longer move forward. And your actions are hindered. You've nothing to move toward. All your willpower's gone and your sweetness has soured. Use me as your pedestal. I am strength in a coward. [excerpt]
  • That Woman Emotions take over and its no longer me Its that woman again the one I don't want to be. The one that is weak and sheds many a tear Always has a worry, always has a fear. The one that causes drama and causes all the stress The one that makes the simple things nothing but a mess. That woman that does all the things she does not mean The one who cant see things as they need to be seen. The one that makes people want to run far away Yes she is the woman that I don't want to stay. My God will you fix me and make my mind whole And heal me completely body and soul. Touch me my God and ill be more than okay These things I ask you and in your name I pray... I wrote this a few months ago :)
  • An Evening Splendor At my side you lie bare, I smell the sweetness that rests in your hair I steal a kiss… I take you in my warm embrace, run my fingers along your face I feel my pulse doth quicken, my heart takes flight, My soul is stricken I trace my hand along your thigh As you let out a soften cry I touch your breast, your shadow outline I hold you closer intertwine Than at once, our lips they find Our passion grows, our souls collide In places we no longer hide I place my kisses at your womb, all your favor I consume You take my hand, you draw me near I feel your love, I lose the fear You take me in, I lose control I hold you close, at once let go Then alas while we assemble, our hearts skip Our bodies tremble I taste your lips, I breathe your scent As you lie sleeping, I lie spent Author: Dodgin
  • I can only write poems about bacon - they're here: http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/379639
  • Yeah, I can. But you never asked me if I will tell.
  • Check out http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2901843&BN=411&PN=2 See http://www.answerbag.com/a_view/2420665
  • My Woman-My Home I trace your form in photograph with trembling hands An act that begs the stillness of a sculptors touch As of stone I stand under starry skies on steel deck The smoke fills my lungs in silence While my mind floods with all aspects of you My small and delicate bride So full of strength You are my home port My safe harbor All of my life’s journey’s end at your tender feet I am cold and steel willed The whole world’s oceans break at my bow You are warm and pliable Yet, you shall never break before me You challenge me Liken to myths and tales The travel weary men busy them selves with When venturing to edges of the earth As an ever enfolding story book I wonder at your mysteries You are boundless and free I desire to press you As though a millstone to wheat Not that I may change you My Love I seek your flower and sustenance You give to me with out depleting your own worth I hunger for your nourishment Though you are not a glass that may be emptied at a mans urging You are the ever changing sandy shores You are the constant fertile fields, green trees and hills of home By Dodgin (March 7, 2008)
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  • FUCK BARBIE Give me your imperfect Give me your discarded I want a girl with a tummy Give me a girl with an overbite I want scars and crooked things I thrive on the decadent dissonance I love the strange the weird the true I want a girl with a stutter, a shy one Hell, throw some baggage on there I dwell in the realm of discord I want a friend who isn't afraid of long embrace I want a friend with a pimple face I want what you are too perfect to see I can't handle these magazines These People these Cosmos These Enquirers They're all bullshit I love the variation I love the humble the homely the humiliated I'm gonna burn these perceptions to the ground Fuck Barbie Fuck Ken Fuck The Mall Fuck supermodels They are not beautiful They are not sexy They are not alive I am the refuse and shall seek the refused I am the leper and shall seek the untouchable I am the crooked toothed, big bellied, hippie And I don't care I want a girl who will say what she means I want a girl who who likes simple things I want a girl who wants me too I want a girl who who's not like you
  • MASQUERADE I reveal the parts I want you to see you think you know me masquerade ugly thoughts inside my head you have never seen mourning at the side of a haunted bed empty womb, hands of red masquerade I smile as though I had never thought fondly of death like an old friend do you wonder what names have escaped my lips in screaming fits? 'Oh God' in darkness no confusion of names or faces it penetrates my skin, electric heat of your hands there's no mistaking it - is there? you don't know... you just don't know masquerade is what I do you count my lovers on one hand I count them on two how can you tell that I love you? love, like hate, is a state of mind at a point in time tomorrow is another day and the song will play, "all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away...*" as will you with time but I smile and say I will love you forever I masquerade as the me you think you know (*quote - line from Shimmer by Fuel)
  • He Cried There were three thousand plus, who entered the gates in heaven. Unsure how or why, their lives on earth had ended. they looked around, a quickness racing through their minds. Then all at once they saw him, he sat there, and he cried. Down below the rain flowed, from every cloud in the skies. On that day, God sat there. He sat there and he cried. He cried for every child, abused, hurt and unloved. For every old person, neglected, unfed, beaten down or shoved. For every Jew, and their days of pain. For suicide bombers, and the martyrs they claim. He cried for the mommies, who grieve their dying child. For every cancer, missed when it was mild. For all the wars, declared in his name. For all the eternities, that turned towards the flames. All at once he stood, arms open wide for all around. And said, 'I weep, for my children on the ground. For those who have chosen, destruction and pain, it's for all who feel it, that my tears may rain, right now they fall, covering two mounds.' And we then understood, what we saw on that ground. With that he turned, cradled us all to his heart. I never knew, rain could come from that part. It was really God when he would look down, seeing us broken apart, loss all around. it was from the sadness, that sometimes, came with such power. Like that day in September, when we lost the two towers. So next time it rains, take note and believe, what man's doing to each other, Makes him sit there and grieve. The rain that your feeling, are the tears from his eyes. Too many people are willing to die. unable to love, to live and forgive. To see what he's given us, and how precious it is. September 26,2006
  • Regret burns the wound – Another skindeep meeting, The soul hovers helplessly at bay and now I remain, casually bystanding, steeped in shame. Extend me no invitations birthed from obligation – Fragile as glass is my heart she watches for the true spirit, Sees through the smooth ruse. Give me only your honesty – though it may sever whatever connection we entertained – better now that you should wield a clean slice, Than bruise my soul with convoluted courtesy or interested advice. (2002)
  • I just said in the other question how I post my poems sometimes to see what people think, and hopefully get good feedback. Ha ha I won't lie about enjoying that but nobody has to say anything. I still feel the need to explain a bit of it though. It's one of those ''I hate everything'' poem, heh. One of those ''spur of the moment vomit effect'' works, riddled with lack of legitimate poetic construction, including rhyming and order, as well as inspiration from a few Funker Vogt songs I was listening to while making this. One of the things I enjoy about these kinds of poems is how it always has some ulterior ''trippy'' meaning, that in the end, only the author knows about but probably makes no sense either way. Eh, I suppose if I was younger, I would have been an Emo or something. Regression I step forth, a veil of sorrow, I look to the North, with no hope for the morrow No inspiration from resolution I see the people light their fire, I see only the steeples of a fate so dire In the void of adversity, illuminating aimless sympathy! I wear the veil of sorrow, aware of the chagrin they borrow Black of the North, away from the heralded angels that step forth Never a solution for the thousand faces of destruction! Crystal tears of hollow sentiment for the wretched with fears and resentment! Seek to render asunder the skies! The hatred to rage on until all dies! I'll not be blind to the organized chaos which forever binds. When the filthy black shadow so grotesquely destroy innocence, They false to cure the woe, without honesty to the consequence The scars they shred and wound, but with insistence, They wed with the Moon, and condemn with false deliverance! Be it no wonder then, they become estranged from man, Disappear with forever dread, to some forgotten pier where even the angels dare not to tread. Keep your lobotomy and keep your justice! Such sodomy relieves not the state of crisis! The truth of fear bears no comprehension From your uncouth leer there holds no compassion! From such a mask, the truth is observed so fast, presented as such a proud and tall mast Should I tell you then! That such as a lost phantom vessel, struggle all you can! On a raging storm of pain you travel blindly! Justification born, from your rotten bowels you plea! For fire, a fate so dire... Your soothing in wait, I am thrust into your quagmire... Should I let you know?! Of our predestined woe! Are you aware of how a falcon is to train? His eyes are sown shut, so that he bares like a straight cut, As sulken Rain! I see you, your self pity is all that you see as true The black of the North, no light to blind me as I walk forth No fires, which to make the truth as fallen empires I see this mess and I regress Organized chaos, yet such emptiness Malady spreads like a blanket of worms Death and decay and dread at a banquet, it squirms! Naught to do but await the Reaper, Then know that all stand at the Gate as the meeker Blood and fire, heartless massacre of every empire! Never a reason, merely false justification, As mindless as a story book vampire! Rip them all asunder, with sarcasm I surrender No pity for the poor, no mercy for the weak, no true aid from trauma Only hope gone sore, like piss your lies they leak, all you made is a drama! Values you create, from the scourge of war your guilt you liberate Betrayal, lies and deceit, always ignore those who weep Like fair maidens your tears they fall, you have no control, but are surrounded by a wall Abide thy helpless truth, glide not with lie upon thy tooth! Seek not to heal thy soul, mask not with your tongue thy role! The seeds of hope are but dead in my hand, The weeds of hate are led before I stand So helpless and worthless, must I bear such desolate madness? Do I behold the truth, or am I as the rest? Such awareness, of all who brood in their nest? But whom as pest screech to the rest, With their tainted speech, As blood upon my breast! I bear the pain of being so weak and lost, Away from those whose realization as garbage they have tossed. An endless storm of confusion, with its illusions and manipulation destroys all reason. Away to the North I walk, the others can simply balk Away from rainbow and blinding light, I accept my woe, and finding night, Feel at peace when the words of those who claim to own me cease, From lies like grease, and free as well from chain, I embrace release A blackened corner of the Earth, I shall weave my dread, Awaiting not a rebirth, I will to cleave all those who dare to tread Regression in the darkness away from malice To accept my heartless state, I drink the truth as if blood from a chalice, Made of human bone and human life, In desolation and regression I shall make my home, And never again wonder why. 2007/GC
  • Don't bash me for this one, I wrote it strictly for humour. I really and truly do NOT think that ALL blondes are dumb! Revenge of the Blondes ------------------------------------------- It's time that blondes retaliate To prove that we're not dumb, It's time we tell our side of things So listen everyone... Just because we're blonde It doesn't mean we have more fun, And yes, we know the answer to The question one plus one... Some of us are graduates Of F, U, C and K, And used all of this learning To be what we are today. We've had about enough of this Those stupid jokes you tell, We think that you should all just die And go right straight to hell. If we sound angry or upset It's probly 'cause we are, So don't be shocked or ask us why We burned you're brand new car. All blondes unite and stand your ground We all must have our say, Why pick on us when you could bash Say, someone who is gay? We're all tax-paying citizens Who try hard every day, To overcome this name we have So take heed of what I say. If one more person says a word 'Bout blondes not being smart, If one more insult comes our way We'll stab you in the heart. Well, now I've said it all to you You're probly mad as hell, Well good! cause it's us laughing now Without us - porn won't sell. So you can try to sell brunettes Or redheads, what a joke! We blondes have had enough of you Your profits we will smoke. In ending my opinions here And proving we're not dumb, We know that three's the answer to The question one plus one! SO THERE!
  • Ass hot. It's a true work of art. I am the Picasso of poetry.
  • I wrote this on my poetry site years ago. Betrayal ------------------------------------------- Using a needle with a long, slender point he injected my heart with his sin I looked up to the Gods and I screamed out for help as his poison bled quietly in And I cried out in the name of love but no answer came from the Gods up above He was sliding so far inside of my skin he was pushing that damn needle again until I was tearing and bleeding within I was drowning in his evil sin And he cried out in the name of love still no answer from the Gods above My soul hit the floor and it shattered apart I saw his eyes glitter as he ripped out my heart He lifted his arms and they turned into wings And he covered my body and tore it apart And we cried out together in the name of hate Betrayal and death had become my cruel fate.
  • Well i have written lots of things but my style is sort of weird or so i thing anyways here's one. My own worse enemy. My worst enemy lives in my mind. My worst enemy keeps me tied. My worst enemy will hold me tonight. My worst enemy awaits deep inside. I cant walk away theres no way to hide. I cant sleep at night i cant turn around. I cant shut it down i cant go outside. I cant try again my will is gone now. It tells me to lie. It tells me to cry. It tells me cut. It tells me to starve. My best friend my worse enemy resides in my mind Its not someone else who lives in my mind. Its just myself who wants me to die.
  • Villanelle: Delicious Monster Delicious Monster (The Swiss Cheese plant, or fruit salad plant goes by the Latin name Monstera deliciosa. When the fruit is ripe it's edible. When the fruit is not ripe you get a mouth full of oxalic acid.) Don’t eat a delicious monster out of season. They are not remotely edible if it’s early. It’s flesh is poisonous, that’s the reason. It’s true that ragweed might leave you sneezing. But it better than eating something squirrely. Don’t eat a delicious monster out of season. Taste like fruit salad and it’s pleasing. But don’t wolf it down, don’t be in a hurry. It’s flesh is poisonous, that’s the reason. Leaves like Swiss cheese now that’s teasing. But it might just make your tongue all furry. Don’t eat a delicious monster out of season. Let no bold cook however brazen, Prepare monster feast or a curry Don’t eat a delicious monster out of season. It’s flesh is poisonous, that’s the reason.

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