Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 7:44 pm Posts: 8910 Location: Santa Cruz Gender: Male
This is a thread for anyone and everyone to post their creative writings or poetry.
I'll start us off with a poem that I had written a few years ago...
Epoch
I can't recall any beginning, and I know I will have no end
And when I look up at the stars I can see my past...I can see my future
Forever.
Wake.
The worms crawling in my brain bury themselves deeper...and deeper
I laughed at the thought of tunneling inside the mind
Must be dark. Must lose sense of direction
My own thoughts are as sparse as the night sky appears
And as distant as the closest star light
The significance of my being felt so small that it brought me peace
For I am neither the end, nor the beginning
But I am the thought
Of the mind
And the stars, through time
Last edited by Buggy on Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:31 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 11:09 pm Posts: 24847 Location: this stark raving, sick, sad little world Gender: Male
interesting thread idea, buggy.
Sitting still like stone/with a look as blank as this page
Thinking about those times/when everything was good
Then bad/when I thought I was in love
But then not.
And as the music softly plays/behind me the guitars and drums
I'll shed some light on this situation/and think about the past
The devistation/the pain
Thinking once I was rejected/that I might not feel that again.
But like stinking old cheese/that's thrown out
I can always find more/more cheese and more love
Millions of little stars in this world/women
There is plenty of love to come/I'll be alright.
I don't need you after all/so good-bye
And as I wave/we'll realize that we had some effect on each other
Everyone I meet changes me/molds me
I'll find someone else/someone to love.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 12:39 pm Posts: 6163 Location: PA Gender: Female
Good idea.
Here's an old one of mine:
Ages mean nothing
Space means everything
How far can it stretch?
My hand is callused
Come to me
I just can’t come for you
You tell me to stop
You shouldn’t
You aren’t here
My life is
What is your will?
What do you want?
Dreams of what could be
Or the pain your are putting on me
You can’t tell my face
You’ve never seen it
Don’t slap the flesh you can’t hold
Hold the words that you talk
When you and I finally can
I’ll be scared
My eyes hold more
You haven’t seen them
Puzzles you say my hands type
My hands type my puzzles
Someday when you see
I’ll see your eyes figuring
Then I’ll look away
I’m not one to be solved
I shall remain in my domain
Forever lost with these triangles
They don’t fit my circle of wanting
My wanting can never be in this circle
I’m sorry I flutter through your life
No shape you have found
I change everyday
It’s a love of life that I now hold
But a transformation I’m lost in
Help
Nope can’t ask for that
My shelter lays within my locked up lips
A shape I cannot describe
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Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:51 pm Posts: 9961 Location: Sailing For Singapore
Highlight Dawn
the cabal of this association
bullets of the capital gain
mortuaries of the blockade nation
obituaries of this glass-stained feign
sickly children of a fickle fragility
slice through the vein of the bullet-train mockery
pills for the wounded sounds of victims
tin can crushed through the veins of a stereo
a slipping chapter of this station
midnight calluses of abbreviation
a stiff shot to a stiff upper lip
turning with a mechanical click
it’s so clear but it’s so obtuse
beings of light shining for the truth
strings and chapters for your words
scars and cuts for your radio hearse
“When there’s no more room in hell the dead will walk the earth.”
into a shadow of clouds you are at birth
stains of what you once were
obituary of flocks of curls
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
hemorrhaging the funds, hemorrhaging the funds
Joined: Sun Oct 24, 2004 6:24 pm Posts: 2675 Location: in a self-made shell
I’m a cloud that grows from swallowing rain
In that time only puddles remain
And I’ll drop silence, I’ll carve faces from concrete
And screw living trees out of your body
Wipe the floor clean with greed
I am the highway that yields to no bones and the blue crow that is fed with stones
I am silent, I am constant
I believe in the sun when it’s set,
I believe in soil when it’s dead
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Silky The Pimp wrote:
I wish I still had the kind of time to spend on doing something THAT pointless. If you look at the time stamps at the right, they spent over an hour doing nothing but replying to each others' posts.
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:51 pm Posts: 9961 Location: Sailing For Singapore
Azrael at dawn wrote:
I’m a cloud that grows from swallowing rain In that time only puddles remain And I’ll drop silence, I’ll carve faces from concrete And screw living trees out of your body Wipe the floor clean with greed
I am the highway that yields to no bones and the blue crow that is fed with stones
I am silent, I am constant
I believe in the sun when it’s set, I believe in soil when it’s dead
Joined: Sun Oct 24, 2004 6:24 pm Posts: 2675 Location: in a self-made shell
LoathedVermin72 wrote:
Azrael at dawn wrote:
I’m a cloud that grows from swallowing rain In that time only puddles remain And I’ll drop silence, I’ll carve faces from concrete And screw living trees out of your body Wipe the floor clean with greed
I am the highway that yields to no bones and the blue crow that is fed with stones
I am silent, I am constant
I believe in the sun when it’s set, I believe in soil when it’s dead
I love it.
Thank you very much. It's one of these two minute outputs when I actually kind of get another view on things...
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Silky The Pimp wrote:
I wish I still had the kind of time to spend on doing something THAT pointless. If you look at the time stamps at the right, they spent over an hour doing nothing but replying to each others' posts.
Joined: Sun Oct 24, 2004 6:24 pm Posts: 2675 Location: in a self-made shell
All the currents we established
And the prejudices we enslaved
Have to fall when the living tower of truth arises
And the guilty moon will
Observe trees without roots
Shapes without contents, words without sound,
Time with nothing to wait for, love with
Nothing to hope for.
Three days we will be left alone; one day of regretting;
the second day as a day of remembrance and the third day will be the day of re-awaking hope, life accompanied by desperate desire.
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Silky The Pimp wrote:
I wish I still had the kind of time to spend on doing something THAT pointless. If you look at the time stamps at the right, they spent over an hour doing nothing but replying to each others' posts.
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 1:28 am Posts: 3906 Location: the yay
I will baptize you with my left hand
to make everything all right
this cancer doesn't have a cause
but it still makes its way
Lost and looking for control
of this crazy game
the game that we call life
god has no middle name
_________________ number is the ruler of forms and ideas and the cause of gods and demons- pythagoras
Joined: Sun Oct 24, 2004 6:24 pm Posts: 2675 Location: in a self-made shell
Glove love isn’t fair
Envy is doing well
Feel the somehow break
Gentle, humble, shy
Shakespeare makes me madder
I feel the sunlight break
Feel the summer break
Teardrops under flying skin
Nightmare of the day
Black flowers blow our son
Fear the someone prays
Black shadows hide our sun
Feel the summer break
Tears stop under water
Feel the summer fake
Water is my most faithful mother
Feel the summer fade
Teardrops for my finest work
Over no confessions
Feel the summer break
My most faithful memory
Fails the summer’s prayer
Fear sinks in my fire
Frail summer’s prayer
I’m stumbling in time
I feel the summer take me
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Silky The Pimp wrote:
I wish I still had the kind of time to spend on doing something THAT pointless. If you look at the time stamps at the right, they spent over an hour doing nothing but replying to each others' posts.
it's time like these that i really should try,
try and avoid all those love songs,
those silly love songs that remind me of you,
remind me of us.
yet, i can't seem to stay away
i'm just begging for more, give me more heartache,
let me cry worse than the last time.
my mind says 'it's time to move on'
my heart says 'stay a little longer'
and just like my tears flow,
i'll squeeze out the tiny bit of love i have left in my weary heart,
drip it on this stupid poem
and sign it with love.
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:22 pm Posts: 4715 Location: going to marrakesh
you stinky suck fuck pretentious
fool with your sweeping metaphors and stolen
style and your i'm too good for capitalization or
proper punctuation.
you stinky stinky suck fuck and your begging for
approval for praise for anything that gets you
noticed while claiming oh no, no, no, no,
not me, not me. i don't want to stand out.
please don't look at me. you-
you, stinky stinky suck fuck. late nights to have something
to whine about in the morning while taking
in coffee like its going out of style, and oh, oh, your style.
look at you you little stinky suck fuck fake punk
random beatnik whatever the hell you are. pretending you're better
pretending you're better than me because your socks match
and oh isn't argyle so dead on balls out sexy. and who do you think
you are? who do you think you can be? you're nothing but a
stinky stinky little suck fuck. and baby,
that's all you'll ever be.
_________________ and our love is a monster, plain and simple though you weight it down with stones to try to drown it it floats it floats
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:51 pm Posts: 9961 Location: Sailing For Singapore
lemoncoatedafterworld wrote:
you stinky suck fuck pretentious fool with your sweeping metaphors and stolen style and your i'm too good for capitalization or proper punctuation. you stinky stinky suck fuck and your begging for approval for praise for anything that gets you noticed while claiming oh no, no, no, no, not me, not me. i don't want to stand out. please don't look at me. you- you, stinky stinky suck fuck. late nights to have something to whine about in the morning while taking in coffee like its going out of style, and oh, oh, your style. look at you you little stinky suck fuck fake punk random beatnik whatever the hell you are. pretending you're better pretending you're better than me because your socks match and oh isn't argyle so dead on balls out sexy. and who do you think you are? who do you think you can be? you're nothing but a stinky stinky little suck fuck. and baby, that's all you'll ever be.
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