Ok, i decided to start a peotry section thread. As i just wrote this one, i decided to post it...i don't think i like it too much though...:?...its scary....
Dreams...or Nightmare
Frightened to sleep
Fighting to stay awake
Scared what the unreal world could be like
Film of skin starts to slip
A struggle is held
to keep them in place
But the war is lost
Darkness appears
Bringing forth the untold horrors
Thinking about this
Thoughts about that
Touches the mind
Like a steel trap
Thousands of unanswered questions
Invade the mind
Until answering them one self
Takes up the night
Then come the images
Some peaceful and nice
Some with terror and fears
While others just there,
With nothing but a feel.
Never sure what is real
What is not
Unsure that this is real,
or not,
But frightened
You try to get a grip,
But air is all that is grasped,
Try to breathe the air,
But lead is felt,
Your mind starts to swim around,
Your pulse starts to quicken,
The thudding felt grows more louder.
Scratch away with what you have,
Scream away
until nothing is felt
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OoOoOoOoO! coolies. v wierd. I LOIKES IT! *giggles manically*. Seriously Saadia, thats some sehr coolies stüff!
yes. well. I write a lot of poetry when I'm depressed, coz it helps me unburden what ever it is that's making me feel so sad.
All my poetry is on my website: http://www.thesoundofwings.angelcities.com/poetry_main.htm
have a read, but not much of it is terribly cheery (infact hardly any of it.) most of it is stuff I needed to get off my chest. Still, a lot of it is quite meaningful to me, if a little wierd.
Booj
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Saadia - Good poem
Booj - I read some of your poems and must say http://www.thesoundofwings.angelcities.com/mask.htm really stood out, to me. I wont say I liked it, that isnt he right word, all I can say is that I understood it.
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Booji= Absolutely fell in love with your peoms, especially "Empty is Better" and "Narcotic Angel". I really liked Narcotic Angel, for the way you had written it.
I also liked the "Mask" a lot too, it was really sad, and i understood little of it, but it was nicely conveyed.
Ok, this morning i had migrain, didn't go to school and slept half the day away. When i woke up my mind was throbbing with pain. So i decided to write yet another poem to concentrate on something else. So here it is...
I wanted to write about ghosts, but it felt like the pen and paper had other ideas and the poem started talking about something entirely different. I had to change the title too.
One's Past
Ghosts of the past,
Murmer of your mind,
Whisper in the darkness,
A scream so divine.
Look in the mirror,
Feel your crime,
What haunts you so,
Is it the fragment of your mind?
Breathe a breath,
Make a wish,
And try and try,
to let it go.
It mimes your thoughts,
With an evil smile,
It hears your wishes,
Ignoring it with a sadistic grin.
Plea for your sanity,
For what is left.
Plea for your life,
The one you'd like to have.
Still it taunts you,
Teasing you,
Blocking you,
Making you feel trapped.
Until you are nothing,
But a hunched shadow
in a corner,
Sobbing with fright.
It looks at your
departing soul,
It feels your
dying essense.
When it feels you've had enough,
It laughs for one last moment,
Leaving your reckless form,
to stare in the darkness of time.
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Yes, bare with me, i have more *hears groans* :lol:
i don't know at i was wrting about here, but here is todays peom that i waffled out.
Trapped
Suffocated,
and willing to be free,
but caged,
is a bird,
treated like a bee.
Delicate frail feathered thing,
"Feelings has it got not
freedom, wants it does not"
Rules the dictator with might,
Thinking that they have a right.
The bird is strong,
it has a will,
quiet it is now,
but soon, try to escape,
it will.
If succeed it doesn't,
squeal it shall,
if loses all it's hope,
kneel it shall, not.
Gaze into the eyes of the dictator,
it will,
roar away,
and then be still.
"Told you I did"
it's soul shall say,
"Too late it is"
then it will go away.
But if suceed it shall,
it ends the same,
it will flutter away,
looking back never again.
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Once more, Saadia, you have written some totally [insert word which conveys how I feel here] Poetry. Thats a good thing. I really liked the two y'all just posted, and the one at the top. I'm glad you and Greg liked some of my stuff, although I have to say that 'Mask' quite scared me. Nvrmind, keep writing Saadia!
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For some reason my above peotry quite scared me too....i don't know why but i knw who i was talking about, i was trying to use a metaphorical technique.
I remember you saying you write your best poetry when you are sad, sp i got as depressed as i could and wrote it. Then i realised then we don't get depressed to write, we write because we are depressed! btw, great advice :D...
And thank you once again for the great compliment, i thank you for it :)
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Lonliness
In the darkness,
Your head rolls,
and you look around,
for someone,
anyone.
A helping hand,
a wishing word,
a supporting shoulder,
even a whisper to be heard.
But nothing is felt,
nothing is heard,
the dreaded web of loniless,
descends even further.
You look around
and a voice asks,
suddenly the darkness,
it fades away,
and you smile at the face,
your rescuer.
That is until,
realisation is held,
and the smile does not stay,
"Move away please,
You'r in my way."
Your smile gone,
you nod and oblige,
your heart drowns and dives.
The thick curtain of darkness,
returns again.
And you lost yourself,
in the corner,
with no campanion,
but the tear in your eye,
once again....
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oOoOoOoOoOo! *wallows in mysterious poem* Coolies! Honestly, I really like this, its trooly fabbeh!specially last verse. v. cool.
yes.
Boojeh
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Yes, more sad poetry, well my dad thought so. HE went into a few mins of depression after i read this to him, and now he doesn't want hear any more of me sad poetry because he wants to remain happy....
Tears
Water of the light,
Drps of most precious,
to some.
While to others; nothing,
the ignorance.
Attention is not paid,
When it should be,
to show care,
but what care can be had?
what support can be felt?
Saddness spreads,
chest heaves,
shoulders fall,
but tried it is,
to not utter a sound.
Eyes glare, glitter and twitch,
colour changes to that,
of the sky when the sun sets,
and something does set,
and that is one's heart.
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Happy, happy, happy..... *bursts into tears*. No. I like it. *giggles*
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Thank you hannah :D....
yes another one....this time to attempt was to make a "happy happy" poem...but it just came out to be no emmotions...or that was my initial reaction....i then discovered it contained other emmotions...okies enough talk..here it is....:
The Sun and the Moon
Duchess of the sky,
That shimmers with its radiance,
As if looking for something,
Yet moving slowly and elegantly.
The other is like the white knight,
With its large shield,
And its reflective presence.
Sometimes it hides,
Other times it lowers its shields,
But always there waiting for something.
The knight tries to protect the duchess,
But hard it is
as the duchess always overpowers the knight.
Yet hard it is,
as the duchess and the knight are quite contrary.
And hard for him,
As he has to protect one of her suitors.
The knight, in love with the duchess,
comes out looking for her.
Out of the darkness, he does come,
His armour quite shining.
But returns it does,
Disappointed,
When finds he, not his love.
The duchess,
Quite arrogant,
Cares not for the knight
or for the other knights that surround her
or for the suitors that,
as they revolve around her.
She just wants to be appreciated,
Of her beauty.
So why should she care about the white knight?
Or the other knights,
When their job is to protect her suitors.
She does not care.
But amidst the nine suitors,
And their many protectors,
Stands, alone, the white knight.
Waiting for a chance,
To protect his love.
Waiting for a chance,
To win her respect.
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*confetti*
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wow, poetry people!!! squeals excitedly and i thought this site was devoid of all manicly depressive teenage poets. well actually, i knew it wasn't cos i'd met hannah sorry - that IS meant in a really nice way O-friend-of-moggens!!!! but wowness - tres cool poetry everyone!!!
some of mine is on www.allpoetry.com - bizarrely under the name of euphonyryder (nevermind, i'm just a little eccentric, noooothing to worry about) but it's all kinda crap au moment, but seriously go take a peek at the site - tis tres friendly and full of people who will truly make you feel relatively normal. internet poetry sites are sooo underrated and this ones full of friends, and friends of friends and people who one day will be etc.
yayness - luvvv the writing peeps - CONTINUE!!!
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*looks around with her newbie eyes and 'ooo poetry!'* Heres a little of mine, hope you like :)
Two Worlds
Distant lands in a small place
Two worlds in one
Two different likes
Two different views
Calm and peaceful
My land is
As I sit here
Far away
Listening, watching
I hear it, I see it
But I’m not part of it
*read this next one only if you dare, believe me it disturbs me... and I wrote it*
Ever heard the voices singing…?
Ever heard the voices singing their little songs?
They tell me stories… wanna hear?
They sang of a dead girl,
Carving knife in her chest,
And how the house fell down
And broke both her legs.
The blood ran a stream down the street
Where the children play…
The children stopped.
And they knew,
Soon the fairies
Would be after them too…
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two more i wrote last night....
Fantasy
Seemed so fierce,
so deadly it seems,
reality is none but,
a hurt.
Scars of time,
peeled away,
over and over.
What of that,
the other world,
truth shall it never hold.
But dreams, touch of silence,
lived by the souls of potenial,
by those of hope.
Glimpse into the realm of unknown,
unreal.
Until all walks of reality,
striped away,
of what that is left,
no pain, no agony.
****
Welcome not the Darkness
Pity them,
the souls of no assurance,
those that hold silence,
breathe not,
a sigh of hope,
a life of liberty,
or that of hope of liberty itself.
Has all been lost?
Faded away,
into the darkness,
where dust gathered,
never uncovered.
Bleeds of minds,
pierce of heart,
Yes, pity them,
those who welcome the darkness.
Become not one,
as desperation shows
only one path still,
like an endless struggle.
Achieve that,
and leave the other world,
none but alone.
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Teehee, I had forgotten the joys of Saadia's happy poems! *sighs contentedly*
You know what's coming next. I'm going to throw my crappy poetry at you. So HA!
This one is wierd... I always ask people for interpretations, becauseeven I don't really know wht is going on.
Freeze-Dried Orchids
Barefoot
I walk down a white, white corridor
Freeze-dried orchids crunch beneath my feet
And remind me of the fragility
Found in life
And in all that I have left behind.
The scent of dry ice and flowers
Is soft and frail.
The cold and floral ground
Has burnt my feet once more
And red, red footprints taint the white, white floor.
Burning petals bath my face
Leaving invisible scars, the colour of empty.
Blooms open instead of my eyes
And I see the white - the everlasting white
Tainted only by the red, red, red...
Being that this is LAbN, I thought you guys might appreciate this one:
I love to Hold His Hand
I loved him in a way, I feel,
He'll never understand.
I grieve a little as I sit
and love to hold his hand.
None have ever refused the one
To whom I lost my love.
Though I longed to clutch him tight
I lost him to the above.
One day he said that he must leave
And let me all alone.
Such painful words they hurt me so
And chilled me to the bone.
And anger grew inside my chest
And travelled to my teeth
My claws were out and ready
He saw what was underneath.
He asked me would I help him pack
I truly helped him leave
I sent him to another place
And now I sit and grieve.
He stole my heart right from inside
So I devoured his.
His blood, red, and as water thick
Is something I will miss.
I sent my lover away from all
To a dark and unknown land
And while I sit and grieve and lick my lips,
I love to hold his hand.
It has an illustration - go mobidity! http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/h/a/hannah666/hold_his_hand0001.jpg.html
Uuumm This time I was experimenting with personas. This is supposed to be from the PoV of Fuchsia Groan of Gormenghast. Hence the title. Jaa...
Fuchsia
Fuchsia. A flower broken,
Less delicate, I was wild and unruly
Let loose in my own world - a world I loved and hated.
Different, perhaps, from the world around me.
A world where I am less important
Than my brother,
Or the birds, or the cats, or the ivy on the stair.
The passion I have lost since, washed away
by the grey of stone and rain.
No colour left, for me, for my world.
Butterflies and beauty, burned to ashes in a fire
Back then the earth was angry and now it drowns,
I used to be angry. I used to wish and wish
that I could be
as I was, as I used to be.
Tired of the ritual, of the rhyme I once adored.
My untidy attic, filled with pretty shining things -
So special that I found them, named them,
made them more important
Than the weathered carvers,
Or my rude and dusty aunts, or the hateful peg-leg.
My mother; would you miss me?
My father; lost before we lost you.
My brother; wild as I was, angry with them all.
And him… he who would touch me
Here and here and here
Were he not so wicked.
I hate him so, as I hate it all.
And suddenly the swirling waters are more colourful
Part of an adventure I never imagined until now.
Back then I might have spoken dramatic words... instead
I'll climb, as I used to, princess of my one and only world
More important than
The flood
Or the stones, or the scarf I left by my bedside…or the flower, broken.
Fuchsia.
And O dear, Boojy is playing with the concept of love. The teenage girl in me has been let loose. O bugger.
Beautiful Obscenity
Beautiful obscenity
The mouthings that you made to me.
A phrase I desired
But hated all the same.
Can you understand… will you?
I adore all that you are, but
To give in is to give up
And to give up is to die.
When I am alone I know
But I lose it in your presence.
Why?
Why would you say such a thing?
Putting everything on thin ice and eggshells
All of which I might break through the thrashing in my sleep.
Three words
Three syllables
So small, so small
And yet
can make my insides churn
Like flies from a carcass
Or startled birds.
A whisper shouted
A secret declared for all to hear.
"I love you"
A phrase of awe inspiring warmth and fear.
I'll go now...
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OoooooOOOOooooOOOO also just read the Leigh player's stuff.... nicey nice! *prances merrily to the random gore and such* Seriously though, I like it!
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ohhhh booj, LUB THE POETRY :mrgreen: Keep it up!!!! also piccy bery nice!!!
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Yes i've been at it again... hehehe
Angel of Mercy
Do not tremble,
Though you scared,
Do not fret,
For I have come.
Little child of darkness,
You think that you’re feeling beat,
You think your heart is now shallow,
And your soul heavy as lead.
You are injured,
I can see your feeling lost,
I can see your bleeding heart,
And your soul, give it time it shall float.
I have come for you,
To heal your wounds,
To share your feelings of loss,
And your worries of suffering.
Dear child, awaken,
Take my hand,
And look back no more,
No more horrors await you.
Worry no more.