Purely Poetry

liam · Post by **liam** » 6/16/2002, 2:38 pm

I'm not sure if ive posted this one but here its a bit old but i still like it

Gripping You Just Can't Handle
Pretty little people
disgusted in my mind
they all know the truth
the reason place to find

Declaration to junctior
greiving of the past
your mind its heading up now
losing it fast

Whats there
in the back of your mind
another memory
of someone left behind

whats there
in the back of your head
a kind of gripping
you just can't handle

Horrifying nasty letters
from that one that kind of eyes
searching through your thoughts
but all you find are cries

Whats there
in the back of your mind
another memory
of someone left behind

whats there
in the back of your head
a kind of gripping
you just can't handle

and - you search for
an emotional weapon
your faith is dead
your mind is gone

and- you search for
another feeling
another greiving
another you

Whats there
in the back of your mind
another memory
of someone left behind

whats there
in the back of your head
a kind of gripping
you just can't handle-tonight

christa lynn · Post by **christa lynn** » 6/17/2002, 9:45 pm

curtman: I like hugs too! :mrgreen:

Captainia: not yet, I was going to put it in my last post but was short on time.

So here it is . . .

Blind

Turmoil tortures my mind
No help coming, you are all blind
There is no hope for insignifigant me
All are blind, you can't see

Never a glance in my direction
Never any chance of detection
Wanting so badly to get away
There's nothing persuading me to stay
You walk past me down the halls
Love to play with my emotions like ugly dolls
No use caring about pathetic me
No ears to hear my desparate plea
No desire, no wish, no reason to be
All are blind, you can't see

No-one will notice I'm gone
Though even I witness the glory of dawn
The knife will be my new bast friend
It will stay with me until the very end
And the clock will keep ticking
And the moon will keep shining
You will still say meaningless dribble
I will be unnoticed and invisible
In my place, six feet below the ground
No-longer headful to hurtful sound
There's no reason for me to just be
All are blind, you can't see

curtman16 · Post by **curtman16** » 6/17/2002, 10:56 pm

I feel out of place posting in the poetry thread without posting a poem, so here goes, these words were coming to my head tonight and this will be my attempt at typing them:

As I closed the door
On yet another chapter
Of my so-called life
I did an everyday thing

I checked my mail

I fumbled through my keys
Finding the right one
I placed it in the keyhole
No mail again today

As I placed the keys
In my right pocket
Flashes of my life
Visited me with each key

Flashes ....
Of the home I left behind
Of my car and the countless miles
Of my friends house, that I will return shortly
Of my life ....

The bittersweetness to each day
As I can never quite focus
On the life that I should be living

And the flashes of the past
Haunt me more and more each day

Ray · Post by **Ray** » 6/22/2002, 8:06 pm

Campfires

Justifiable in the end,
does that mean we try new means?
Can we hurt each other anymore,
by locking ourselves away?

Can I lay myself into the ground tonight?
Can I sit and watch the firelight?
Can you give me... a chance to fight?
I want to pull myself up and save you

Wasn't there something to say?
Some magic word,
that wouldn't take you away?
if it's out there, can it be said,
then repeated, over and over again?

Is there light at the end of this tunnel?
The campfires we used to sit by...
is that the source of it all?
I hope it's there, I hope it's bright...
I hope you're there,
so we can breath each other in through the night.

I can write something like that in five minutes, but not get a girlfriend. Hmmmm. :wtf:

2+2=5 · Post by **2+2=5** » 7/5/2002, 11:03 pm

It's our boy, he's not alright
What should we do? Watch him fight?
I don't know how I deserve this
After everything I've done
The old saying rings true
He's a lonely number one

I wish we could understand
And figure out
Why he's not himself

The moon gets a little bit darker tonight
The porch light is out
But the stars are so bright
If we just lie here silently now
Then maybe he'll tell us what he thinks about
When all of our dreams
Come to an end
We see him here
Crying again

It's our boy, he's not right
I never said anything to hurt him last night
I don't know where he gets these lies
It seems like our pride
Found a disguise
I know it's not my fault
I never let him see
All my lonely tears
While you weren't here with me
But my anger was a given
I didn't mean to take that tone
But I was reminded
When I heard you on the phone

The moon gets a little bit darker tonight
The porch light is out
But the stars are so bright
If we just lie here
Silently now
Then maybe he'll tell us what he thinks about
When all of our dreams
Come to an end
We see him here
Crying again

I can't relate
Don't know what to say
If I lie here in bed
It'll all go away
Please God
Help him be okay

The little things you hide inside
and everything you do
Is becoming much too complicated
It's catching up with you
It's our boy
He wasn't just fine
Just our creation
Wanting to shine

christa lynn · Post by **christa lynn** » 7/6/2002, 8:24 pm

Very nice, touching. I liked the rythm it had.

liam · Post by **liam** » 7/8/2002, 1:34 pm

My 70th song... i feel tired... Here's The Song... DRUM ROLE PLEASE!

70:Hang On

There's nothing wrong
this will pass
there's no more right
we try not to harass
this countries filled
with loyalty
hurry it up now
before they see

What have we done
we've disobeyed
in the name of the father
and this parade
nobody leaves this one mistake
we didn't actually mean to be this way

Hang On, Hang On
I won't let you say
you mean too much
but your slipping away
I need your touch
All and every day
but when we're close
the only feeling is hate

What have I done
to deserve this
another scream
another fist
now that your gone
i hope your happy
so far away
I know your better off without me

What have we done
we've disobeyed
in the name of the father
and this parade
nobody leaves this one mistake
we didn't actually mean to be this way

Hang On, Hang On
I won't let you say
you mean too much
but your slipping away
I need your touch
All and every day
but when we're close
the only feeling is hate

I never want you
to be lower than above
but that sad sad day
there was no love
I never want you
to be lower than above
but now i'm lonely
and i know i love- you

christa lynn · Post by **christa lynn** » 7/8/2002, 8:54 pm

LIAM you are one gifted poet.

liam · Post by **liam** » 7/9/2002, 5:03 am

thanks.... here this is a fun song i wrote that i couldn't trash, kinda short too. for some reason it reminds me of the counting crows. i'm not sure why.

Walking Down The Street

And I was
Walking down the street
when you chose to notice me
we've crossed these paths before
this time there's an open door

look into your stare
your stare goes with your hair
look into your eyes
your eyes are one big surprise

your beautiful
your beautiful

And i was
walkin on my own
before then i was unknown
when i saw your smile greet
i then knew we had to meet

look into your stare
your stare goes with your hair
look into your eyes
your eyes are one big surprise

your beautiful
your beautiful

Walking down the street
when you chose to notice me
we've crossed these paths before
this time there's an open door
walkin on my own
before then i was unknown
when i saw your smile greet
i then knew we had to meet

Walking down the street
when you chose to notice me
we've crossed these paths before
this time there's an open door
walkin on my own
before then i was unknown
when i saw your smile greet
i then knew we had to meet
i knew we had to meet- ohhh yeah

christa lynn · Post by **christa lynn** » 7/9/2002, 10:22 am

LIAM wrote:your beautiful
your beautiful

My only beef with it is that it should be "you're beautiful", unless, of course, you did that on purpose.

Axtech · Post by **Axtech** » 7/9/2002, 1:25 pm

I wrote this little ditty in the chatroom:

All alone,
In the chatroom.
Bored,
Out of my mind.
I just wish,
Someone was in here.
But they're not.
I'm all alone.

starvingeyes · Post by **starvingeyes** » 7/9/2002, 1:50 pm

sure

if you're sure
you're safe
you're safe
because i'm sure
that i feel
like i just learned
to breathe
to see
to live inside my
head
and i'm sure
that they'll be
the greatest things i ever do
the ones i do for you

liam · Post by **liam** » 7/9/2002, 7:06 pm

My only beef with it is that it should be "you're beautiful", unless, of course, you did that on purpose

Thanks for that. I Didn't Notice. I also didn't think of the change of the meanings in the song. So If I Were To Change It it would be

"Your Beautiful
You're Beautiful"

It's kind of smart. Thanks For The suggestion/notification thing

christa lynn · Post by **christa lynn** » 7/17/2002, 2:16 pm

Gah! I can feel a poem coming, but it doesn't seem to like paper. I think I need to talk to someone to clear my head . . .

liam · Post by **liam** » 7/17/2002, 4:26 pm

^ use that as a base.

isOanyLbodyPhome · Post by **isOanyLbodyPhome** » 7/18/2002, 12:09 am

hm.. this is kinda like a piece of crap lol.. i wrote it at like 1:30 in the morning yesterday lol.. i have no idea wat i was sayin.. it was just words commin to mind..lol ok here goes..

Hopeless Consequences

Self Surrender,
Mindless Diarys,
A Junkie's Enchanted Secrets,
Crossing thin verticals,
Parallel lines always ceasing to relate
Denied souls in horrer.
Unforgettable lies
cause the water to crease.
Drop.
Behind the blistering Walls
Beyond the crevice a flower's carnival
commences a true thought,
a dimmed light.
The inferior trickle or train of thought that sits..buzzing in the back of our minds.
"Why bother with it?," They all proclaimed.
It is quite possibly the one thing that could change
our world.
It is quite possibly the motion we strive to break,
yet fear to take.
Mop the ignorance.
Mop The Vanity.
Clear water pours down from an empty bucket.
Hits the floor.
Washes away all thought possible.
A hopeless consequence.
Is by far what has waited.
Flooded, is
The self indulgence.
Sheared to the bone,
now the ounce of tears shown.
We have here,
Our own hopeless consequences.

The EnD!
-Lex

Lando · Post by **Lando** » 7/18/2002, 1:35 am

This one is called GROPING

Groping is good
Groping is bad
Groping makes you happy
When you are sad

I like to grope boobs
and wear inner tubes
So why don't we all
Grope 'till we fall!

isOanyLbodyPhome · Post by **isOanyLbodyPhome** » 7/18/2002, 2:53 am

Lol i <3 it! hehe

-Lex

liam · Post by **liam** » 7/18/2002, 7:32 pm

nice job lando!

good way to bring back your artistic ways.

2+2=5 · Post by **2+2=5** » 8/1/2002, 4:46 pm

I'm attempting to bring back this topic, with a crap poem I wrote in the middle of yesterday.

I Longed To Be
-------------------

Sometimes dead desires
are reincarnated
and float endlessly inside me
those things that I longed to be
are now meeting you
for the first time
you don't know
that they'll wash you up
on a brimstone shore
and those things you cry about
will eat away at you
until you are but a void
indistinguishable in this light
because true strength
can only be measured
in dark castles
where the ghosts of kings and queens
wait to brand their bodies
in your head
and leave you with memories
and distrust
and unfortunate terms
that couldn't be prevented
don't worry, you can save yourself
just be sure to suffer quietly
even though they're not listening.

thoughts? no?