woah..heavy...well written..i like "Happiness...a temporary pause" Intense :o

very nice :)

Really nice poem :)

thank yah....

 

this one I wrote for a guy who put me on the spot..

he told me a little about his love life then..he was like..write me something..

Do you like my dress

Would you like to be the silk that slides all over my body…taking its form

Would you like to be the chantilly lace that forms a beautiful V along my back

Would you like to be the soft ribbons that tie behind my neck

Do you like my shoes

Would you like to be the straps that hug my ankles and my toes

Do you like my perfume

Would you like to be it

Would you like to be the scent that lingers along the nape of neck

Behind my ear

Around my wrists

Down my lower back…

See my fingers

Imagine how lonely they must feel resting on my thighs…left in right

Look at my ears

Imagine how bare they feel against the evenings breeze

Watch my lips

Imagine how dry and unloved they are this very moment and that your long to meet them

Search out my eyes

Imagine how dull everything else around us seems to them unless your green heaven wants to seduce them

Feel my faint heart beat

Imagine how much my poor heart yearns for love and excitement

Come now…step closer to my body and let your frame melt into mine

And do imagine what great joys will erupt from deep within us…

Not bad :)

OOOO segsay Lois! :D

lol

ahahah... :D

Hello :lol:

OK, I got another 1 here:

 

You can only wonder how I see an ocean differently than you

as I watch waves curl like a sleeping child and come loose like baby teeth;

 

how I have a heart like a gun and blood that rushes like trains in tunnels,

i'm not a starter's pistol or a box of dusty tracks in an attic.

 

I want a return to the honesty of grade school, someone to tell me

I have bad hair and smell before it's too late to change,

 

I want to see the mysteries of the Anastasi in a woman's eyes

as I sip from the Holy Grail at a European sidewalk cafe.

 

You can only wonder how I see silver nitrate clouds in a developing sky

break to grains of rain and bring me a flood of memories;

 

how I crisp and flake in winter's trembling sun then peel off the years,

you can only wonder because I haven't told anyone.

I liek that one..esp.. the second verse/ lione..

(let me keep my baby alive!) ;)

whenever I feel down, I make up lyrics to make me feel better. They may be cheesy but, they work for me.

WARNING: These lyrics may appear to be cheesy due to their non-depressing nature, to a large number of you. Give me a break! I'm only 15, I'm new to making up poetry.

 

wake up form your depressing sleep

and watch the sunrise fall upon your face

re-assemble all the pieces of your mind

and you'll be no longer blind

times will change, things won't stay the same

stay with the trends, and I promise you

you won't be left behind

 

and someday you will accept your loss

and you will be ready for the better, and brighter

tomorrow

 

and I've been where you are

and I know what you've been through

don't look at the gray skies

just focus on the blue

and you will realize

that the point of life

is you have to grow bigger and stronger

from all the shit you've been through

to be ready for what comes next for you

re-assemble all the pieces of your mind

and you'll be no longer blind- I luv this line... :)

yeah i would not be able to write poetry if my life depended on it!!! :rolleyes: :/

thats good for your age jacob, i didnt start writing till i was 19,& it was way worse than that..if you like writing keep at it bro :cool:

thanks man!

no prob bud ;)

I don't know why I'm doing this, maybe I like to embaress myself :embarrased: but for whatever reason, here's this thing I wrote. It was for a poetry class ( :lol: I actually took a poetry class. :rolleyes: ). Sorry about the length and language, but feel free to laugh....

 

Bright Eyes

Friday 11 April 2003

The Glass House, Pomona, Calif.

 

We've been waiting for three hours now

Standing first through Simon Joyner

Who, my apologies to Conor's taste,

Was un-fucking-believably boring

Then through Arab Strap

The singer turned thirty last night

He kissed Conor, tongues and everything

So Aidan's my goddam hero now

 

Finally, Bright Eyes comes on at ten

At which point some tall drink of water

Squeezes right in front of us

Without so much as a by-your-leave

And I'm stuck with my view blocked

By this inconsiderately tall asshole

I curse, then try to find a better angle

 

Staring at Conor calms me down

He's looking extremely fuckable tonight

Which I'm rightfully ashamed to admit

Cos I do indeed respect Mr Oberst

I still catch myself checking him out

Like when his back is to the audience

I'm being stupid, I know

Yet I do want some of that

Just a little bit

But tonight I'm keeping my mouth shut

 

The poor guy looks fairly exausted

He's drinking from an unmarked cup

Says he needs more "Coca-Cola"

With a guilty look on his face

Tired, shadowed eyes glancing over at us

And everyone laughs, like ha ha ha

Except me, I worry about him

 

Still, his voice is fucking amazing tonight

(I'm oddly gratified to find

He really does spray spit when he sings)

Especially during "The Calendar Hung Itself"

He keeps screaming this peculiar note

After he asked for his mic to be turned up

That callow voice cuts through my head

Like an obscenely sharp, jagged-edged knife

He has to be doing permanent damage

To his vocal chords, or my eardrums

But I don't want him to stop playing

At least not before the sun comes up

 

Of course, he needs some sleep

They're playing San Diego tomorrow

So 90 minutes and fourteen songs

Including the encore, are all we get

I'm vaguely disappointed

He's like a hallucination to me

I wish I could've just spoken with him

But I don't wanna bother Conor

I suppose there's always the next tour

Granting he doesn't kill himself first

aww, thats really GOOD! :cool: You put me right there front and center :) I love "he's like a hallucination to me" cool ;) in fact, there's a lot of memorable lines in it, it'd make an awesome spoken word piece. Bravo! WOOOOOO!! :D

one i just wrote:

 

If I show you

the ghosts in the cellar

may we dine with them together.

 

If I talk to you

with words twined

in candle smoke,

may you remember

the words I spoke.

 

If I hold you

may you be held

like Winter holds snow.

 

If I remember you

may you be remembered

like a glacier on a bay,

as a memory

I wish to have one day.

oooo... I like that one... short but very cool. ;)

 

I like the opening...

 

If I show you

the ghosts in the cellar

may we dine with them together.

 

 

I can picture the atmosphere... quite eerie. :lol: ;) I really like it. :D

:) eerie! hahaha, well yeah, the ghosts are there sweetie ;) :D

Very nice, I like the first few lines :)

thanks:)