I'm very emotional tonight and this poem really moved me. Sad, but lovely. Here's something I wrote a few nights ago, before falling asleep. I usually write in rhyme, that's not the case with this moment's thought.

 

Time and Eternity

 

You close your eyes and you wait,

but the clock doesn't wait for you

because it's being waited for

by the eternity's wide open arms.

It's a great poem, Shredder2. Reminds me of Coldplay's Such a Rush. Here's another one of mine

 

Same letters, different names

Which side will I wake up on

after my wars have all been won?

Will I open my eyes to the land I know

or will I be a prisoner down there below?

Could a piece of heaven have a place for me,

a plaque with my name on it that one day I'll see?

In each and every way, above's a perfect world,

each tear wiped away and every prayer heard.

But is it really true

that it waits for me and you

with its fountains of gold

or have those dreams been sold?

Just like same letters form a different name,

maybe up there everything's the same.

Thanks!

 

And this poem, I can relate to at the moment.

 

Okay, here's a little something I wrote today.

 

 

Hello dear stranger

With eyes like the ocean

And hair like the sand on it's beaches and shores

 

Hello dear stranger

Alone and forgot

Wherever you turn people just close their doors

 

Hello dear stranger

Come tell me your story

Come tell me about all the journeys you've had

 

Hello dear stranger

Although I don't know you

I see from your eyes you're incredibly sad

 

Hello dear stranger

There's no need to worry

Although home and fam'ly are so far away

 

Hello dear stranger

Come walk through my garden

Just take a quick rest before you're on your way

I like this one. Sounds like something I'd write myself.

 

I'm very emotional tonight and this poem really moved me. Sad, but lovely. Here's something I wrote a few nights ago, before falling asleep. I usually write in rhyme, that's not the case with this moment's thought.

 

Time and Eternity

 

You close your eyes and you wait,

but the clock doesn't wait for you

because it's being waited for

by the eternity's wide open arms.

At this rate, I'd love to share more with you guys. Finally, I have found a place to share my lyrics/poems with.

Thanks, Shredder2. What might interest you guys is poetry sites. I use AllPoetry and it's a cool place. Check it out if you want.

I haven't checked it out yet. I might just do so now.

Great! Same goes to everyone else, check it out, you might like it. :)

I just posted the poem I shared in this thread on AllPoetry!

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/9992055-The_Nameless__Washed_Out_World-by-shredder2

 

:D

I commented on it.

Do you want help on how to improve them? I dabbled in poetry during undergrad, but I don't have enough patience to write it anymore.

I just put my first poem up on AllPoetry!

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/9992611-The_Stormy_Concert-by-LaurElizabeth

Glad you guys like it. I've been a member since 2008, it's a wonderful community.

Here's a little something

 

worn out

The worn out fear

has slowly found its way back

to its home right here -

the noose around my neck.

 

It wraps itself around my heart

and it squeezes tight.

My feelings grow further apart,

all worn out tonight.

Nice! :scholar:

Thanks!

You're welcome!

Today, I've finally wrote down all (well, most) of my thoughts, and compiled it into what I think is my most powerful piece of literature yet.

 

Partial credit (and inspiration) goes to the one who I apologize to, in hopes that someday, you'll forgive and forget.

 

This poem is called "Autumn Falls" simply because I wrote it on the day autumn has started, which is today, September 22.

 

"Autumn Falls"

I'm the douchebag of your world, apparently.

I'll drink to that.

Where is the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I don't even know where I'm going

Does it even matter anymore?

Someone wake me up from this nightmare.

Oh wait, I'm already awake.

Too bad none of this is fake.

 

We can share the silence together.

It's up to one of us to end it.

Let's see who'll end up shooting first.

I'd apologize for using your words against you

but what you said was the truth.

 

I'm the asshole of your world, apparently.

I'll drink to that.

I want the truth.

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I could break down and trash a room.

Goddammit, I can't even do that.

Another sleepless night for me.

I know I'm tired, but I'm too upset.

I dozed off for an hour, but that hour was only a minute.

 

I never done this on my own.

Is this the real world for me?

I fell off and dropped out of the bicycle race.

I'll look back, but I won't go on.

All of this is a fucking disgrace.

 

I'm the scumbag of your world, apparently.

Let's drink to that.

Will I ever know the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt.

 

I ended hopes for a promising career

but with every end, something starts anew.

Uncomfortable, upset, and awkward, I have made you.

I'm sorry for that, I know I fucked up.

Now who will you trust?

 

We're all dedicated to pursuit happiness.

Love who you want, I won't stop you.

After all, it's your choice.

Damn, I need to make better decisions.

Crying my tears won't louden my voice.

 

Last, but not least, I'm the jerkoff of your world, apparently.

Who'll drink to that?

Who'll know the truth?

I say I'm fine, but inside, I'm hurt

 

I should get off now.

さようなら, jerk.

All Poetry:

http://allpoetry.com/poem/9994435-Autumn_Falls-by-shredder2

Last night, I had a dream, which I really needed to break down and analyze. Near the end of my dream, I was sitting in a classroom, and "Kaganezu" (かがねず) was sung in my head, as if it were a song I've heard somewhere, which I really hadn't. I woke up from the dream, and tried to figure out what it meant. Turns out, it means "I cannot sleep" in Japanese. Funny. I couldn't sleep the night before. Now I knew I needed to break the dream down. This lead me to write about it, which still, I'm not over the inspiration I had when I wrote "Autumn Falls" yesterday.

 

"かがねず"

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

We really don't need to talk at all.

 

A man was shot, turns out, he was a comedian.

A man was tazed, turns out, he deserved it.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the fireside.

Apologize, that is, if you feel it's right.

I'll say my ABC's, but I'll stop at the letter Q.

All I really wanted was for you to give me a cue.

 

Three kids were stopped in the middle of a hallway.

Three people sat in front of me.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the stars shine.

None of us shall bitch, complain, or even whine.

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

Come sit by me, and watch the grass grow tall.

I cannot sleep.

We really don't need to talk at all.

Reaching our goals, I go straight through a wall.

かがねず

http://allpoetry.com/poem/9996181-%E3%81%8B%E3%81%8C%E3%81%AD%E3%81%9A-by-shredder2

Last night, I had a dream, which I really needed to break down and analyze. Near the end of my dream, I was sitting in a classroom, and "Kaganezu" (かがねず) was sung in my head, as if it were a song I've heard somewhere, which I really hadn't. I woke up from the dream, and tried to figure out what it meant. Turns out, it means "I cannot sleep" in Japanese. Funny. I couldn't sleep the night before. Now I knew I needed to break the dream down. This lead me to write about it, which still, I'm not over the inspiration I had when I wrote "Autumn Falls" yesterday.

 

"かがねず"

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

We really don't need to talk at all.

 

A man was shot, turns out, he was a comedian.

A man was tazed, turns out, he deserved it.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the fireside.

Apologize, that is, if you feel it's right.

I'll say my ABC's, but I'll stop at the letter Q.

All I really wanted was for you to give me a cue.

 

Three kids were stopped in the middle of a hallway.

Three people sat in front of me.

 

I cannot sleep.

Come sit by me, and watch the stars shine.

None of us shall bitch, complain, or even whine.

かがねず

Come sit by me, and watch the rain fall.

Come sit by me, and watch the grass grow tall.

I cannot sleep.

We really don't need to talk at all.

Reaching our goals, I go straight through a wall.

かがねず

 

Wow Anthony I love this :surprised:

Okay, here's a little something I wrote today.

 

 

Hello dear stranger

With eyes like the ocean

And hair like the sand on it's beaches and shores

 

Hello dear stranger

Alone and forgot

Wherever you turn people just close their doors

 

Hello dear stranger

Come tell me your story

Come tell me about all the journeys you've had

 

Hello dear stranger

Although I don't know you

I see from your eyes you're incredibly sad

 

Hello dear stranger

There's no need to worry

Although home and fam'ly are so far away

 

Hello dear stranger

Come walk through my garden

Just take a quick rest before you're on your way

 

This is lovely :wacky:

It's a great poem, Shredder2. Reminds me of Coldplay's Such a Rush. Here's another one of mine

 

Same letters, different names

Which side will I wake up on

after my wars have all been won?

Will I open my eyes to the land I know

or will I be a prisoner down there below?

Could a piece of heaven have a place for me,

a plaque with my name on it that one day I'll see?

In each and every way, above's a perfect world,

each tear wiped away and every prayer heard.

But is it really true

that it waits for me and you

with its fountains of gold

or have those dreams been sold?

Just like same letters form a different name,

maybe up there everything's the same.

 

Ovo je odlično! Svaka čast. Razumiješ me? :D

Thanks Fran!

I've been into this thing called dadaism recently

Radiohead used that for their album "Kid A", that's mostly how I got into it

Here's more about it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada

http://www.madsci.org/~lynn/juju/surr/games/dada-poem.html

 

So yeah, this is one my dada poems:

 

We remain glad.

Meeting about footsteps.

Reckoning the Ice Age.

Fleeing to the airport.

Confident in denial.

Thronged but not hopeless.

Through odds of the halls,

A ghost, echoing the multitudes we lost.

Years ago.

No one, less and less paid attention.

Leading to the hurricanes.

Of guilty men and women.

Precarious 2nd World War.

Favourable by the peril.

 

The Ice Age.

Wow Anthony I love this :surprised:

Thanks. Right now, I'm at my lowest, and when I'm at my lowest, I tend to come up with the most amazing pieces of work. Then again, isn't that how it works in art?

 

I've been into this thing called dadaism recently

Radiohead used that for their album "Kid A", that's mostly how I got into it

Here's more about it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada

http://www.madsci.org/~lynn/juju/surr/games/dada-poem.html

 

So yeah, this is one my dada poems:

 

We remain glad.

Meeting about footsteps.

Reckoning the Ice Age.

Fleeing to the airport.

Confident in denial.

Thronged but not hopeless.

Through odds of the halls,

A ghost, echoing the multitudes we lost.

Years ago.

No one, less and less paid attention.

Leading to the hurricanes.

Of guilty men and women.

Precarious 2nd World War.

Favourable by the peril.

 

The Ice Age.

Also, I enjoyed reading this!

Thanks. Right now, I'm at my lowest, and when I'm at my lowest, I tend to come up with the most amazing pieces of work. Then again, isn't that how it works in art?

 

 

Also, I enjoyed reading this!

 

Thanks:)

 

Oh yes it is!