I've just discovered this thread!

I love writing.. but poems are my therapy when i'm down.. i can't write if i'm happy! dunno why...

Maybe i'll post something some day.. the problem is.. i'm shy :rolleyes:

great song kyuu. ;)

 

flor, don't be shy friend, i'm sure you write good ones. ;) I was shy at first specially taking into account that i'm not a navite english so i would be mistaken sometimes but anyways i try it. :) Don't worry about writing only when you are down, if it helps you, is ok. :) We write when we feel that we need to, i think that writing is a good therapy. ;) In fact i started writing to cheer me up, or to organize my ideas mostly.

I can't stand it anymore, this place changed so much. :(

I can't stand it anymore, this place changed so much. :(

 

woot?

why?

 

well, nonetheless...I have a new poem.

 

a gloomy afternoon in the spring

 

empty table in the center of a room

empty and needless

the room seems annoyed by the time that's passing by

and by the way the empty exists on the table

 

"let's have dinner, honey"

"isn't it funny? cos I never eat such things"

"honestly, it makes me feel unwelcome"

 

the table will stay empty

as long as I'm in charge

I cannot cry anymore, nor hope, nor weep, nor creep

and the room seems unhappy with the music I've chosen

and it seems angry with me

 

I refused to set the table

and it's still empty

no glass

no plate

no fork

no mate.

 

I'm the one we should all blame

for

the emptiness that someone has brought upon the table

will not change

it will always be

an empty table in the center of a room

empty and cold

as a cold and gloomy afternoon in the spring

I like it, Miro. :nice:

A bit weird to me but very very nice. :P

 

Anyways.. new poem.

 

I was bound to wander that one way road

Being a loner, carry this secret heavy load

Until I met you

Not that I told you about it

Not that you have to know

But it was all good until I saw you go

I can't express myself by telling others

So I write this down

That I fell on the ground

Once again

Like a mirror, I saw myself in you

Like the painting was finished that I used to drew

I hope you'll change your mind someday

For the fact that I drove you away

While I lost another friend

It's hard to ignore my feelings and just pretend

But each broken heart will eventually mend

I lost myself..

"A Poem Investigating the Inner Workings of the Shovanists"

 

chick chick chick chick chick

chick chick chick chick chick

chick chick

car car car car car car car

car car car car car car car

boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

get off get off

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

drums bass bees knees! tap tap

deaf deaf deaf

_________________________________________________

 

"How to Make Sense of the Earth's Rotation While Listening to a TV"

 

the intellectual era of writing scientific modular analyses began

when Galileo set his parchment upon a flat surface rough yet hard

enough for ink to settle its resting place upon nonsensical emptiness

before the early Copernicists changed traditional concerns from poverty

to the revolution of the church and sun simultaneously

in a fundamental way creating media by first the implementation of news

like the proverbial chicken and the egg that spilled

much like the further proverbial lactose, hopefully without lacrimation

And media, of course created the cathode ray tube

even before the physicist Karl Braun evacuated the tube

depending whether that means the fallopian or electrostatic

Good poems Byron, kyuu and thinker. :thumbsup:

^ aww...thank you =)

 

 

time to let go

 

...

....

Yes.

...

.....

..

Never.

...

.......

Maybe.

See you tomorrow.

..

...

I'm not crying.

....

.....

......

.....

.......

.........

I've grown....silent.

............

.....

Farewell.

....

I will dream of you...............

My last poem....

 

Called Lost Eyes

 

Through the silence of the night,

Coming from the inside, a voice asked

If I wanted to stay, if all was right.

It's like a requiem which lasts

I hear that bell singing and ringing

Was it to tell me the end of anything?

 

I remember hearing hope in the words

You were whispering to me

I felt our planet, our own world,

Revolving around the sun, slowly

But, all's carefully stopping

Without I could notice anything.

 

Everything changes, goes on,

I feel like being stuck on my own

All moves at the speed of light

And, watching it with lost eyes

I just stay here, where nothing remains

Only memories filled with joy and pain.

 

Sadness wants to get out of my eyes

To draw harmful lines on my skin.

But the tears went completely dry

Even invisible, they're carefully flowing,

Destroying each piece of the love puzzle,

Burning myself in this well-known bubble.

 

Thinking it was time to jump, to end it up,

Nothing could stop me now, nothing

But this lovely hand, showing up,

Softly holding my shoulder, making

Me understand you are beside me

Making me understand you're ready to jump, with me.

very nice poem mike. :cool: I really like it.

Uch, this place sucks now.

Uch, this place sucks now.

 

why?

genius poem :P

 

Yeah I think so aswell. ;)

I think it's even better than yours!

Yeah I think so aswell. ;)

I think it's even better than yours!

 

:evil:

You laughed your ass off Miro. :P

bump :P

i wrote a new one yesterday but is in spanish... i'm thinking to translate it myself and post it here.

Then do it already.

Then do it already.

I can't find the paper where i wrote it... i'm afraid i've lost it somewhere :(

When ego gets me

 

I became the worst monster

I didn't thought about anybody

I just said only garbage

I didn't meant what i said

 

That's why I beg your pardon

I'm not what you saw

It was my fault I assume

But, is it too late to start again?

 

I was in the ego bubble

floating in a room of vanity

something destroyed it

and made me drop down

 

my bones crushed onto the ground

my soul was damaged so deep

and I had to heal myself

I realized then of my mistakes

 

I didn't knew

words are that dangerous

them were like swords

and hurted you so deep

 

I didn't wanted you to be sad

and made you cry all night

I want to erase my mistakes

and start it all again

 

When ego gets me

I get blind and deaf

I just spoke of myself

and listen no voice or advice

 

When this virus gets me

I can't control it

I didn't found a vaccin

Would you help me?

 

(30/03/2007)

 

Is not the one i wanted to post some days ago.

oooh...nice one, Ari :nice:

Woot! New poem! Inspired by anger.

 

This is it

This is the end

Funny how you first could break me

And now can't even bend

There's nothing where you can stand

Look at what you achieved

And look what you're doing now

You can't stand the truth

All you do is wondering ; what, where and how

What was your aim?

And what did you eventually achieve?

Good to see you believe that you'll fail

And you will

If my heart was the target

You even failed the kill!

:smug:

good one kyuu ;)

Woot! New poem! Inspired by anger.

 

This is it

This is the end

Funny how you first could break me

And now can't even bend

There's nothing where you can stand

 

Look at what you achieved

And look what you're doing now

You can't stand the truth

All you do is wondering ; what, where and how

 

What was your aim?

And what did you eventually achieve?

Good to see you believe that you'll fail

And you will

If my heart was the target

You even failed the kill!

 

:smug:

 

:shocked2:

anger indeed...but it's nice :wink:

^^^:laugh3:

 

My last one...

Called Meaningless.

 

You thought that I was caught

By the worries and the doubts

I've been fought against.

You thought you've put me down,

In my mind you've set the pain,

And you've made my hope gone.

You really think you achieved it

But you didn't even reach it.

 

Now, I should confess

All your words are so meaningless.

Even if I seemed to give it up,

But your anger cheers me up.

 

Rude words that you use,

And I thought you were mature.

Hide your insecurity behind

Your cold look, but you're fragile inside,

Whatever you do, you'll stay a child.

All you've to be worried about is:

The devil lives where you sleep.