A Thread of Poetry ( Only Post Poetry HERE!! )

[OnMyOwn]

Im fucked

[ohthefuckwell]

Tired of fighting.
Tired of being strong.
Tired of knowing
Everything I’ve ever
Done is wrong.

Tired of hurting.
Tired of trying.
Tired of feeling
That every part of
Me is dying.

Tired of hoping.
Tired of yearning.
Tired of these
Static wheels that
Keep turning.

Tired of dreaming.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of constant
Disappointment and
Heartache unending.

Tired of being.
Tired of praying.
Tired of yielding
To threads of faith
That are fraying.

[ohthefuckwell]

emotional bullshit, take 619



Restless sleep
Haunting dreams
Endless nights
Ripping seams
Fraying nerves
Shattered souls
Frightful thoughts
Reversed roles
Silent screams
Lit illusion
Bloody tears
More confusion
Damning faith
Ripened fear
Heightened loss
Nothing clear
Poisoned truth
Shadowed light
Misplaced way
Heedless plight

[Maimy]

Real and firm and tart as a Granny Smith, babe. *Takes a bite*

[CHAOS_37KIA]

The silence that envelopes us all in its claws is a false retreat to the awaiting oblivion. A sutle, yet unrealistic world in which the darkness surrounds the lone streaming ray of light giving one a fake belief in the idealism that the world is not collapsing around all those that hear its sutle tune. But as it crumbles away one can no longer see the tune only feels it in one being.
quote by Band TOOl CD-subtitled=Enima song #15 I quote-"We are all one consiousness experiencing itself subsubjectively." or do you believe that you are alone in the world experiencing it as though you are the unique individual?
What do you think of the 3 minute poem? And the quote from the song by TOOL do you agree with the quote or the possiblity that it could be true, or disagree why do you or don't you agree with the possiblities or do you have your own idea if you do please share
K Later CHAOS

[ice]

CHAOD_37KIA's "Poetry? agree/disagree TOOl quote ... " thread has been Merged with A Thread of Poetry

[ohthefuckwell]

it's raw & stinging like an open wound....

i usually get input before i post....

but i'm in a "fuck it all" kinda mood, ya know?


flame as you wish. *shrugs*





All things have
Come undone
Battles fought
No vict'ry won
Only pain,
Broken dreams
Bloody souls
And failed schemes
Hearts now cold
Not to mend
Mourn the loss
Of one true friend
Promises,
Made in vain,
Forgotten
In plum rain
Sorrow rests
On my head
Akin a crown
Of roses dead
There’s no peace
To be found
With chaos
All around
Words cannot
Start to phrase
Rued feelings
In purple haze
Damnation’s
My true being
No longer
Worth seeing
Circles ruined
Guidance lost
None of it
Worth the cost



*sob*

[RetroGoth_queen]

Unedited drivel from the heart of my bottom

....
*ahem*

I dont seem to need you I cannot tell a lie
so dont try to question, dont ask why
I choke on your love for it tastes like bleach
so continue Good Sir, to suck like a leech
I make sweet song sound bitter, not like other girls do
listen, silence in the heart when lying under you
push down further for i shall deep throat
if to die breathless inside, I promise to choke
its okay if you dont hesitate to fuck, I promise I wont tell
I'll just keep pretending that my heart doesnt need
love or you, or even a glimmer of hope cos I've been
running on empty for my whole life

[RetroGoth_queen]

I wish to have love in me
and try pretend
lie liplocked in a fancy fuck
the kind I can defend
lie in lifless lust,
under you,
while you,
make love to me,because
I cant make love,
I can only pretend

[RetroGoth_queen]

Hmmm more ancient ramblings
.....


Take me down, I think I need you
Don’t do it with me
Do it to me to make me cry
Push me down I have to feel this
Don’t ask if its okay
Force me, choke me, make me sick
Tie it all up and bring me down
Don’t make love to me,
... I cant stand it,
It’s **** of the emotional kind
Don’t fucking cry, don’t ask your questions,
Don’t feel like that, you don’t deserve to,
Wrap those hands around my throat till I cant breathe,
It’s the only thing from you I need

[UnspokenThings]

retro, how gothic you are!

here is one i made just now:

Why oh why oh why wont she
reply to my emails now
i thought the sky was black
all around
sometimes up, sometimes down
but never in the back of my throat
like elephants that are too fat to sit on a pin head
i thought i saw her yesterday
but it was only the shadows of tears
the tears that time cried as it looked down at the landscape
and saw sorrow and flowers and stars on your brow
what a head inside my house with an orange roof
i am not a horse but hung like one.

[RetroGoth_queen]

to my sweet unspokenthing
god of the paisley world

....
youre utterly mad!

[Maimy]

Retro, I wanted to post in response to your first poem the other day, but had problems. You've underlined my response twice now:

Brutally evocative. Very immediate and compelling. Thank you.

[MrMaelstrom]

Originally Posted by UnspokenThings

the tears that time cried as it looked down at the landscape
and saw sorrow and flowers and stars on your brow
what a head inside my house with an orange roof
i am not a horse but hung like one.

GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[Empty_Purple_Stars]

*poem removed*

[randall]

EPS, you have plenty to say, but not all of them are words.

I really have no idea when you actually wrote that poem, nor who/what it is really about. I could spend a million years and still not fully understand, still not have all the little pieces to the puzzle.

last slow dance,
swaying to rhythimic breath.
last spoken words,
three of them inadequate.
last tender kiss,
can still be tasted.

each is only the last
until another comes.
remember?

[Empty_Purple_Stars]

As Randall mentioned, I did not include the date :

04/12/04

I can only say so many times that you are fucking brilliant, that you use words to their greatest effect, that you turn immagery on its nose and **** it like an animal--making it your bitch...I can only say that so many times, but what the hell?

One more doesn't hurt.

[randall]

Originally Posted by Empty_Purple_Stars

As Randall mentioned, I did not include the date :

04/12/04

ah, but you also neglected to say who or what the poem was about, Pretty.

Although, I suppose that would ruin all the fun now, wouldn't it?

[Empty_Purple_Stars]

Originally Posted by randall

ah, but you also neglected to say who or what the poem was about, Pretty.

Although, I suppose that would ruin all the fun now, wouldn't it?

The poem was written about a Ghost..

And about the Making and Unmaking of Loving a Ghost..

As for the fun, I musta missed that part..

Fresh Out...

[ohthefuckwell]

Originally Posted by Empty_Purple_Stars

Pieces of me may be here staring numbly at the screen, but beyond that I have nothing to say.

you're in my chair.


scoot.

[Maimy]

My Stars, I've been missing you.

"It'll be okay" is neither sufficient nor respectful a response.

But if you stay, there are those here who will do what we can to make at least this part of things okay. Who will listen. Who will stay outside the pain, but offer to share it.

[RetroGoth_queen]

On those tiles I shed my blood,

blood, sweat water and tears

Where all that is liquid must flood
surfacing after all these years
In that room I took my place

fear, panic, action, relief,

not a father could love that face
wouldnt take her in with her grief
but its too late now
and those lines are all but too visible
.... are you happy?

[IMmoRtAL_INAmoRaTo]

im way too much of a stoner to remember wether i put this up already or not, it would require too many brain cells, so anyway if i already have, or if you like it, or dont like it, then send your comments to Deftones_sk8er_grl@**********, and send a poem of your own and we can critique each other. this poem is about how people see you and how you see yourself. In it im referring to myself although my name isnt Delia.

Delia

She was a bomb,
Set to blow,
She was wild,
They didn't know,
That she was a walking cataclysm,
A child of the night,
Going through schism,
She was a bomb,
She was wild,
She was feral,
Sweet chasims child,
She was sensitive,
Tender and mild,
Beautiful Delia,
Of darkness beguiled.

I think its pretty okay, and i like all of yalls work too. you are really good poets, Alot of yall should try to get published or enter some contests.

Tuck (my nic name)

[Maimy]

Pardon me if this is a personal question - but, if you don't mind, Immoral (sorry, I won't do toggle), what is your gender? Inamorato is masculine, but your poem would say you are not a guy ... It's confusing ...