Poets

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*coldplay lyrics, duh

[мaямellata]

Words

 

I was hoping like a child

whose eyes were shut from day

I was dead, like the foliage

that rests on soiled earth

I was screaming like the wind

It howls to me when no one does

I was bleeding like desert sand

sweeping across my skin

I was heartless,

and had given up on love

I asked for the sting of death.

 

If I wanted anything, it was your truth

You are more than hope

You are more than life

You have two lives

Both of us needed you

You have two hearts beating in you

You have two souls which depend on your breath

You have what no one else has.

 

You are the music I hear when I'm in the sky

an explosion of air

I waited in line just to see if you care*

marching through hell, I'm sure

I would march again

again

again

You have two marching beats

which depend on your breath

You have two eyes in which there is now life and hope.

 

You waited for me

You waited

You carried us through night

You hid us in the safe chambers.

 

I have no name for you yet

except these words

You are the marching beat to my beaten

and bruised, injured travail

You are the north star to my emancipation

You are the realization to my seeking heart

and the words to my silence.

 

These words are more true than life

and if not, God will strike me down

There's a spirit that has poured on my head

Words and feelings I don't understand

like the other heart you hold,

which doesn't know your meaning

nor comprehends your worth

which was valued through Christ's death

and God strike me if I don't love you like him.

I was hoping like a child

whose eyes were shut from day.

But now there are two hearts

beating in your chest.

*tear*

 

 

I.LOVE.YOU.

♥

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*tear*

 

 

I.LOVE.YOU.

♥

 

:kiss:

[Crests]

That is beautiful Eric :blush:

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BUMPY :heart:

[Guest LiquidSky]

:thinking:

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awwwwww :shy: thanks everyone! you are too sweet! ........ I came here because Cresty made a poem and she's too shy to post it, so I will do that for her :smiley:

 

If you like it, post it in the poets thread for me :P

 

Poetry.

Something that simply can not be done.

Like those things you said, that sounded better in your head.

You said them anyways, because you're crazy.

Go home, I'll eat you up.

Steak the inspiration within youm the foldiers in your coffee cup.

Give to some to make it happen.

One thing where, why are you telling me your dream?

I have a different kind of dream.

To tell you, settle down and consume.

What is it?

You know what it is, do I? Do you really? Does it even know? Does anything know?

What is it?

It is what it is, time for a crash landing.

Where is the logic, the storyline? Is it too fragile to even think about?

And what is time?

I feel in seconds, think in minutes, haven't talked to you in hours.

One, two three.

Stop it.

Rewind, fast forward, snap off the pause and be here now

Screaming out love is it good enough for you?

Move in hours, I haven't moved in ours.

Scrawl out your nightmares,

I've been you for years.

Don't you know?

me, you, we, us. I am you, and who are you?

Wake up.

Why are you walking around with one eye closed?

This is irrelevent, please come see me immediately.

Please don't see me.

Fuss me not, love me not, want me not.

I don't care, we are all creatures.

You are the sun, let's go for a swim.

Sharks need love.

Love them, but remember to love me more.

The cartoons you drew, they were all to love me.

Surface love, diamond love, cold, hard.

Do you sparkle in the sun?

 

 

 

 

 

THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE TO ME :bigcry:

 

But in a way it does.

 

it's so beautiful :surprised: I especially like...

 

"Like those things you said, that sounded better in your head."

"Screaming out love is it good enough for you?"

"You are the sun, let's go for a swim."

[Crests]

Omg :blush:

[FlyingV]

whenever my grandad comes to visit from 400kms away him and i go for a bush walk in the australian outback along some track put there designed to trap tourists into venturing out into the smelly bush... any ways we came to a hut, and in the hut was a book that people who have stayed in the hut write in too pass the time....

 

about ten pages past the last entry was an untitled poem written that looked like it had been written in a hurry, anyways id like to share it with you...

 

Somewhere, two unwanted children burn an old lady to death in her oven

 

Somewhere, the queen dances in heated iron shoes till she drops dead

 

Somewhere, a women marries the man who molested her in her sleep

 

Somewhere, someone wishes for a fairytale ending even though shes never read a god damned fairy tale

[Crests]

That's........good.

 

I wish we knew who wrote it.

[FlyingV]

there was a scribbled initial at the bottom that resembled an M

[chuck kottke]

W theory. It's actually an upside-down M. ;)

 

The Magic of human imagination

and the beauty of Nature

there for all to see, for all to see and feel.

The woven tapestry of life, love,

of Medieval England

all held in a single cup of sweet wine.

[мaямellata]

chuck, i love it ♥

 

 

 

delirio sentimental.

 

a veces me encuentro buscando respuestas en el aroma de las velas, o detrás de ilusiones creadas por un escritor,

no se por donde esconderme pensando que mis sentimientos son tan obvios a los ojos de los demás,

cuando en realidad el mundo en su locura esta demasiado distraído como para fijarse.

y me pregunto porque la simplicidad de una melodía pueda llegar a tocarme el alma,

transformando todo lo que habita en mi mente en colores, confundiéndose con pensamientos hasta llegar a explotar en una confusión inmensa.

 

ay, realmente no tengo la mínima idea de cual sea la motivación detrás de mis palabras

pueda que este día de nubes blancas y egoístas con su única motivación de esconder el cielo me ponga de un humor indescriptible, forzándome a pensar demasiado.

me pregunto.. si solamente todo tuviera sentido en este instante, dejaría que memorias ya olvidadas por el tiempo me lastimen?

no son mis recuerdos, no pertenecen a mi vida, yo no los viví.. por eso mismo sigo insistiendo que no tendrían porque hacerme sangran por dentro, no hay razón alguna.

 

si solo aprendiera a despegarme de la rutina en la cual me e perdido donde invento pasados y futuros que no existentes

ya no tendría la urgencia de ahogarme en palabras que de alguna forma aprendieron a expresarse solas,

un día lograre por fin a liberarme y cuando ese día llegue aprenderé a no odiar tanto a mi misma y seré capaz de ver el mundo en ojos mas sencillos.

 

 

 

it probably doesn't make much sense :disappointed:

it sort of came to me & i had to write it down before i forgot it.

[Imke]

I'm not going to pretend that I completely understood it, but I still think it's lovely.

Especially the last sentence made me think. :kiss:

[chuck kottke]

Isabella, about all I could say is that I wish I understood Spanish! :sombrero:

[Guest LiquidSky]

This one wasn't really a poem or anything like that but I made it a thread when I wrote it and some people thought it was a poem and others liked it..so I'm posting it here! :snobby:

 

Sometimes

I feel like I don't know

Sometimes

I feel like I'm a dream

Sometimes

I feel like I don't exist

Sometimes

I hurt so much

that I forget how to feel

Sometimes

I am comfortably numb

Sometimes

I get so distant and cold

but lately I've been aggressive

without a reason

Sometimes

I want a lover

who I don't want to know at all

I don't know if it the weather changing

but I'm definitely feeling the blues tonight...

Sometimes

I just want a sincere friend

 

it's called 'sometimes' :lol:

[мaямellata]

imke & chuck :hug: ♥

[Tnspieler1012]

This one wasn't really a poem or anything like that but I made it a thread when I wrote it and some people thought it was a poem and others liked it..so I'm posting it here! :snobby:

 

 

 

it's called 'sometimes' :lol:

 

after the first line I thought it was gonna be a rip-off of U2's Ultraviolet.

[chuck kottke]

imke & chuck :hug: ♥

Aww gee, thanks Isabella! Now, give us your best poem (in English please!)!:)

[мaямellata]

haha, when i get ispired again i will for sure.

 

:hug:

[eff-exx]

Somewhere, someone wishes for a fairytale ending even though shes never read a god damned fairy tale

 

wow.

 

i keep my poems filed up. :thinking:

 

 

is there a cheesy short story thread somewhere here? :thinking:

 

[ivet]

chuck, i love it ♥

 

 

 

delirio sentimental.

 

a veces me encuentro buscando respuestas en el aroma de las velas, o detrás de ilusiones creadas por un escritor,

no se por donde esconderme pensando que mis sentimientos son tan obvios a los ojos de los demás,

cuando en realidad el mundo en su locura esta demasiado distraído como para fijarse.

y me pregunto porque la simplicidad de una melodía pueda llegar a tocarme el alma,

transformando todo lo que habita en mi mente en colores, confundiéndose con pensamientos hasta llegar a explotar en una confusión inmensa.

 

ay, realmente no tengo la mínima idea de cual sea la motivación detrás de mis palabras

pueda que este día de nubes blancas y egoístas con su única motivación de esconder el cielo me ponga de un humor indescriptible, forzándome a pensar demasiado.

me pregunto.. si solamente todo tuviera sentido en este instante, dejaría que memorias ya olvidadas por el tiempo me lastimen?

no son mis recuerdos, no pertenecen a mi vida, yo no los viví.. por eso mismo sigo insistiendo que no tendrían porque hacerme sangran por dentro, no hay razón alguna.

 

si solo aprendiera a despegarme de la rutina en la cual me e perdido donde invento pasados y futuros que no existentes

ya no tendría la urgencia de ahogarme en palabras que de alguna forma aprendieron a expresarse solas,

un día lograre por fin a liberarme y cuando ese día llegue aprenderé a no odiar tanto a mi misma y seré capaz de ver el mundo en ojos mas sencillos.

 

 

 

it probably doesn't make much sense :disappointed:

it sort of came to me & i had to write it down before i forgot it.

 

:heart: me gusta, Iz

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The Starbucks Sleeve

 

Said, Replied like authentic dialog-

between an inanimate object and objectified thinker

Make your Spirits Bright. Wish.

Make your Spirit's Darkest wish.

The paper sleeve speaks a white truth

that my truthful cynicism corrects

My depressed neglecting, reflecting my cynical inflection

my repressed regrets repeat internal aggressions

fighting fear with light- the lie stays limp

like my blood's flow in a drunken stupor

Magnified by this caffeinated hot chocolate

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Rebuilding Something

 

I need to write while this depression is fresh in my head like a dream

I don't believe in rhyme,

I don't believe in taking the time to be happy

mixing voices and names, samely waning through and through

this river-wading, waters wash across my face

mixing sounds like scrapes on a plate

the clank of one neuron repeats like a rhythm but no one believes

that it has been beloved or beknown

ignoring that shore of glorious adoration

betwixt in the bits of brittle rocks shocked by waves' crashes

on the black shore, restored to an effervescent thought

shining with the mild glow of stages, long ago:

a round repetition

it sounds like I've found my splatter on the floor

you fumigate this house with rage

one, two, three

four, five, six, seve...

must sever the ever depressant waver of my ill-savored...

ill-completed sense

the sentences tense, so muscle-like

the sweat tears in your arms

I have captured them in my hands

I have grasped your sweat tears sometimes

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Voices

 

Voices whither around me like a dying waterfall

Droplets slipping into the netherworld of everything

The everything is our world.

The everything is yours.

The netherworld is theirs.

Voices tell me to wait for the warmth of sunrise.

Flowers surrounding me, feeling you, raise the hairs on my neck.

Raised like light against falling water.

Raised like a musical mist.

The constant pounding

cannot compare to the pounding of this heart.

The one that waits for you.