Poetry Corner

[dratinihaunter13]

to the poet above me, you definitely have a wonderful grasp on the fairy tale style rhyme. even some of the sentence structures that you had to change fit in well with the language of the poem. if that's part of a novel, then the rhyme scheme could become very repetitive. you did say graphic novel though, meaning the illustrations could provide the variety. see that project through though, always. while you're interested in it, that's prime time for creativity!
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"That Whir"

Snow coats the road, flake
by flake. Slow,
I drive, waiting for the heat to kick in.
Past midnight and deadened is this night,
Alone, save the sigh of the highway.

Tires, the road, the lampglows,
All whir to me, that steady sigh,
I could sleep inside it otherwise.

But tires become tires as I slow to a stoplight.
Quieter, the highway deadens,
To mute.
And I'm too warm.

[Metanoia]

Thanks! It is a bit repetitive... I hope my art provides a distraction, but it's not exactly the best!

As to your poem- wow! The theme and the rhythm made quite an impression on me. Just finding that perfect moment, that hum, among all the background noise... it's a beautiful metaphor. Like I said earlier, I'm not exactly the person to ask... the only flaw I could maybe pick at is that you repeated "deaden." But was that intentional?

I'd like to contribute two other poems from last December. The second I like more than the first.

Two Poems For Winter
I remember the mirror
That they placed in the hall
And the white shroud that covered it
Covered it all
And how the light struck
On its half-hidden face
The worlds laid beneath
Shining in case
Of some traveler coming
Carrying his fear
Like a ghost to a place
Past some distant pier
I remember the mirror

II
His hand clasped in hers
Her hand clasped in his
On a high star-flung ledge
And far below this
A chasm of fire
And from it a heat
A smoke that has taken
All chance to speak
Their eyes lock together
Their eyes gaze beneath
They clutch tight their hands
But a rumble comes, deep
The call of the others
And fingers unfold
The fires as they fall
Are terribly cold

[PancaKe]

Greetings

Hello, I'm empty again
Can you tell me what to feel?
I'm not sure I want to hear
you're sweet nothings
all again. It's just a lie.

So kiss me once and then let me go.
I'll let your body drop
off this cliff face down below
and I'll turn and head on home.

Hello, you're back so soon.
I thought you said goodbye?
You said you didn't want
my thoughts and memories.
So I've turned them all to ash.

So kiss me once then let me go.
I will not hold your hand
any longer than I must.
I refuse to save your life.

Goodbye, this time for good.
Pull the blinds down, shut the door.
I won't wait for the knock,
I'll set this place on fire,
and embrace the flames and smoke.

So kiss me once then let me jump.
You will not catch my fall,
but you always said you would,
but now I knew you never.

[Chris 2.1]

Commence: Operation Clear-Head

sometimes i find myself studying my very crux
fly-on-the-wall in Jesmond Starbucks
adding layer upon layer in the aftermath of playing the player

embossed behind glass panes
why did you love this place
do you still love this place? Or have you decided you can't love it anymore; it's not what you want [to drink your coffee] in life
I hope you come here to mope, come here to hope
that I'll get in touch.
I won't
I hurt, you hurt, both in pain when feelings burnt
exploding into the sky like a supernova
a supernova that nobody can see; we shield uninterested eyes from the spectacle of our history

TV tells me this hat will go well with the Facade I've been sporting for...months
and maybe a pair of beat up chucks
Muggy summer day, shove revision out the way, what to do but wonder what you are.
A marvel of the mind, boxed in by the arbitrary,
Losing all functuality, dissolving of soul.

Not a morning person; happiest in my sleep, where you manifest as my angel,
Performing like the method actor in love with me
you're not coming around, are you.
if only you could see how happy you were last night
as I stared into your eyes
3am-11am. It Was Wonderful.

[PancaKe]

Aw Chris, I really liked your poem, even if I didn't really get what it was about! haha. There was something enchanting in your phrasing. Especially the last three lines. I don't know what it was, but I liked it :-)

[Chris 2.1]

Pancake: Thanks for reading, glad you liked it. If you read it a couple times I think you can sorta see what its about. The narrator is musing over an old flame, who still holds true in their heart, particularly in their dreams. But maybe the very concept of layer upon layer is perpetually shielding their feelings in the poem.


Orange
does fruit miss the peel?
exposed, vulnerable; lonely
now you are a fruit

[PancaKe]

Ah Chris, that orange poem gave me plenty of lulz.

Not feeling particularly poem creative right now.

But I may edit one in later

[Chris 2.1]

I think it sounds like something thats been badly translated into English :p

[Gavin Luper]

Will reply to the other poems when my soul isn't being crushed by deadlines - but just wanna say, I loved "Orange". It's so ... Japanese-haiku-run-through-Babelfish, or something. But in a lovely, endearing way. So simple but it has a nice sentiment.

"now you are a fruit"

Awesome.

[Chris 2.1]

In

I caved
in
But I don't mind all that much
For instance; there are 6,782,536,522 people in the world
And yet we have a mere 171,476 words in the dictionary for which we as individuals can express ourselves
What a horrific ratio
What if one were to feel something inexpressible?
Do we make a word up
Blurg Smorf Ksnib.
Maybe my academia overwhelms me
Am I merely examining the relationship between thought and sound too much?
But I do not like the odds between the people and what these people can think.
What if the medically insane are merely exhibiting symptoms of a soul expressing more than we have created? What if we don't see their genius.

The more life toys with me; a tiger playing with dinner,
I realise that everything I ever thought is actually upside down

And I love you, which is wrong
It's not what the world has taught me about moving on and retaining some pride
character, persona, feel.
Hell I'll tell you this like a dirty secret. You are all I ever want
But how to find a word to describe someone I love - and hate - simultaneously. Someone
who has let me down
made me weep my optimism and charm to a cause unjust
Someone who made me say 'enough'

But someone who pulls me back with a vocal touch.

[PancaKe]

Aw Chris I like your poetry And the way you phrase things too


Shoe

Stay with me
These lonely roads are haunting to drive along
And in the darkness, in the silence,
There was you
I'm leaping, I'm falling headlong
Into your words, into a memory
I would do anything for this
To last a life time

I'm drowning
I can see the surface but I'd rather sink
Into green backyards, into summer scenes
I'm with you
Running up, running down again
Swing around the old hills hoist
Good bye sweet surface, you have
Nothing to offer me

Tomorrow
You are my most trusted companion
You keep me going, my world there is safe
And comfortable
I'm torn between my two lovers
The yesterday and the yet to come
Now is such an ugly place to be
When compared to you

Blond curls
Bright blue eyes and a reason to grow up
Conquering the world, winning us over
Making me proud
From being born to being here
There's not a moment I would miss
If it were my choice but clearly it's not.
If only it were.

I saved a seat
in church and kept glancing at the door
Fooling myself that you would walk on through
Blush for being late
Stay with me, I begged of you
Please don't leave, but you have too
I would do anything for you
to last a life time
here

[MeLoVeGhOsTs]

Chris: Nice poems, I liked the last one the best. The feeling of doubt, non-understanding and constant pondering is nicely written.

What if the medically insane are merely exhibiting symptoms of a soul expressing more than we have created? What if we don't see their genius.

I like this scentence in particuliar.


Tara: Interesting poem. I like the way the you personified tomorrow, yesterday and now; and portraited them as lovers. Very well-thought off.

I'm drowning
I can see the surface but I'd rather sink
Into green backyards, into summer scenes
I'm with you
Running up, running down again
Swing around the old hills hoist
Good bye sweet surface, you have
Nothing to offer me

This struck me. I like the hopelessness in these phrases. Kudos to you.

Here's another random poem I wrote. Please tell me what you think of it.

***

Cohesion is my newyears wish

If you could really look into my eyes you'd see that my pupils are holes;
Composed of supressed evidence and half-truth.

The corporeal vision you see is just a cloak.
You see what I want you to see.
Smiles keep the inner-chested darkness safely hidden.
Masquering; my specialty. Masquering my doubts.

Numb is how you wish to be.
A relish for that drag, for that mindclosing substance.
Frustration of your moral. Eating away at your consience.
Like pulling out your hair, one by one.

Limbs are sweating, a heat worthy of despair.
Somatic discomfort means nothing to your head.

The stratification of mind and heart created the great diverge.

Cohesion is my newyears wish.

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Nothingness is in the world I inhabit
As the souls of those I loved now fade away
Nothing in this world has to power to stop it
And no one will know how much I have gone astray
No man or woman can know how this feels
To be a monster trapped in a man
The hatred boiling through my veins and writhing like eels
A darkness within me I cannot ban
Someone come and take this evil from me
Please come at any time
For this is the fate that just has to be
This being known and me is a criminal, for living is my crime

Well I guess that about sums up my feelings in the past month, what do you guys think?

[Chris 2.1]

Its very powerful. There's an incredible sense of helpnessness which is oddly charming. Really nice work.



Ferris Wheel
Eclipsed, your emotions kept to yourself
Like a juicy secret or a powerful knowledge
to savour and enjoy when your bedroom door creaks shut

Once I understood you Cycle
I calm; no lashing out and shouting at Michael.
If I ever see that boy again I will shake his hand
I think he saw into my soul
That weekend in January

It brings me great satisfaction watching 'the spin';
The safeguard dip
and the conscience sin
It's something I have waited to see,
to marvel at your humanity
And to know you better than anyone else.

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Thanks Chris. your poem is very nice, I like the strange scheme that seems to work that you have going.

Living in a life like mine is nothing but a nightmare
Hoping to catch yourself in the middle and awake without a scream
Not being able to shake yourself awake in the middle of this ongoing despair
Thinking that your life is nothing more than a horrible dream
Love, the one thing in your wretched life that made it all worth while
Now seems like nothing more than a faded photograph in an ancient book
Now everything seems to look horrid and the very air tastes vile
All you can think about now is how life has made you look
Emotions were once your only portal from this hellish place
Now they are good for nothing more than making you cry
You know now that your hate and rage has shown its true face
Your the one who drove them away and now you want to die
Life seems fleeting now as you lay in your own blood
Nothing but thoughts of her swimming in your head
Even though it feels like your trudging through mud
You can't stop thinking of how she will hate you because your dead
You awaken the next week in a white gown surrounded by people you know
She is standing there beside you, a look of sadness on her angelic face
Your hand in hers, you now know where you need to go
Down the aisle with her by your side, that is your true place.

What do you think of this one?

[PancaKe]

Yeah. I enjoy reading poetry now. It makes me glad of the cup of tea in my hand. I feel very sophisticated and artsy.

Thorn - I like the rhyming pattern you have going on, the A B A B format, and the way it's coupled with such dark emotions. Usually a structure like that conveys happiness and whatnot, but it's interesting the way you make it work! I like



Happy Birthday

I made this for you
I thought you would like it
and you did

It's on your wall proudly
declaring times you wish you'd never left
Moments like these only live only live
through rose coloured glasses

I hate you
You have me all choked up
I wish you were never born
Then I wouldn't care

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Thank you pancake, glad to see someone likes my work ^_^. Yours was interesting, I liked the scheme you were using, and though it is short I think it conveys your message clearly.

Nothing more than a happy face
Plagued by sadness and despair
Even though I know my life is not a waste
Sometimes it seems hard to want to care
Now the happy thoughts are shining bright
And the life I live is becoming good
I have gone from the darkness to the light
And can now do what I once never thought I could
Everything is spinning in this new world of mine
As my head settles in this grand and luxurious place
Now I am happy and everything is fine
As I now gaze into your beautiful eyes and see the smile on your face

you likes?

[Chris 2.1]

Aww Pancake your poem had this really nice vibe. It started off so sweet and sentimental but turned sour quite quickly. I liked the duality of emotion

[Shadow Wolf]

Well, I want to describe some poems with some phrases.

PancaKe: Definitely I felt like a tidal wave on this one. rising up at the beginning with a good feeling to crash down wildly with rage into shore. Pretty cool poem.

Thorne: I feel like a chamber of secrets on this one, since I felt like, at the beginning, emotions were locked up with a "smiling face" seal, and then, when it opens up, those emotions crawl out to mix themselves with all the happy feelings of the new chapter at the end. Like the light at the end of the tunnel.

Well, here's a new piece of mine. As usual, based on fact of my own life, jeje.

It lies within you

I sometimes feel weird around you
Everytime I heard: “I’ve felt that way too”
A chill would run my bones…
Plus there are rumors that are making me feel worse.
“She is afraid of love.”
“She thinks you are just doing good things just to impress her.”
Is it true?
The answer lies within you.

...


I want the best for you.
What can I do for you?
Stop doing good things around you?
Find a cure for the fear of love?
Trust me!
I’ll do it!
But to fulfill the bond of trust…
…not only lies within me…
…it also lies within you.

…

If you wish to cry…
I’ll be there with a hug and a handkerchief.
If you want to scream…
I’ll have a megaphone ready in a place with echo.
If you prefer to jump…
I buy a springboard or a pogo stick to play
If your passion is to dream…
I’ll sweet your pillow and sweet dreams you will have.

...


But if you yearn for love…
If your interest is to love…
Then my love is all… I have to give.
The only possible option…
…to help you learn the art to love.
Love is a decision.
My decision…
I love you.
Your decision…
…lies within you.

…

It all comes down to this.
A tiny, but strong friendship
It will become… a newborn true love.
..Or a void of abnormal feelings.
My wish…
…to make you happy.
My dream…
…to be with you.
My reality…
…a secret love between a man and his words.

...


Whenever you read this…
…the truth will be known…
…the secret will be revealed.
If it becomes the first page of the book of the beautiful details of the reality…
… or if it turns into another file of the book of the good past memories…
… or if at least becomes a memory…
…whatever happens…
…I will assure you three words…
I love you!

...

The rest…
…lies within you.

[PancaKe]

Aw that is so sweet Louis !
It's like, sweet but so sad, because it's hanging on by a thread in one sense - everything is dependent on the others response. Sigh a most frustrating situation to be in!

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Tears falling down my cheeks
Crying like a child woken from a bad dream
Nothing seems to calm my nerves
Haven't heard from you in more than three weeks
You've forgotten me or so it seems
I guess I know that this is what I deserve
Every night we lay together with false smiles
Wishing one would say what they truly felt
Knowing a darkness had invaded our once tranquil love
Now I can see the problems stretched on for miles
And there was nothing we could do as life beat us with its belt
Its like everything fell on us from above
Wondering where we went so wrong
Why we let them chime in
Who said they were the ones who should decide
Why couldn't we play our own song
See where our problems had been
I wonder if it will drive us into a greater divide
Now that we are not together anymore
My heart feels as empty as a cave
And my eyes are always stinging
Everytime I think about how it is you I adore
Everything that I gave
And remembering how happy I was when I could hear your singing
Now I cry every night in silent mourning
Wishing things had not gone so bad
Thinking I should have been more wise
As the rain outside is pouring
I think about all we ever had
And all I can do is apologize...

I've been really down lately thanks to a recent break up, and my feelings just started pouring out like a river, so I hope you guys can understand them here and now.

[PancaKe]

Aw, Thorn, it sounds really painful. I hope that you feel better real soon, however that comes about.


It's cold.
I should turn you on.
I'm coughing.
Here, this is my lung.
I told you I was sick.
Now look at me.
You really wanted me
to work like this?

I don't think so.

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Pain seems to breed the best poetry lol.

[Gavin Luper]

Pain seems to breed the best poetry lol.

Alanis Morissette (I'm a fan...) said something like "the two great forces that inspire art are anger/pain and love/joy". I'm convinced of the first one, still a bit dubious about the second.

But yes, I agree with you TD.

[MeLoVeGhOsTs]

Tara that poem looked like the boyfriend wanted to have sex while you were feeling ill. Just one spontanous remark I strumbled upon in reading it.

No disrespect.

[Chris 2.1]

10%

Isn't it a sorry state of affairs
That following the death of Michael Jackson
All that worries me is I only score 10% on your Facebook quiz.

It's not the broadcasting toward others
Or that I couldn't console you when your hero died
It's that there was always 90% of you I never knew.

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

I visited my former hometown (where I lived for 7 years) yesterday.

Haapavesi

As a winter person
I usually hate summer
Prefer ploughing through blizzards
But on that day
I found good that it was summer
For I visited my old hometown
Haapavesi - The Pearl Of Pohjanmaa

The storm of memories inside my mind
When I walked there one more time
But the familiar faces
Friends I once had
Had changed to strange people
I will never live my memories again as they were
Haapavesi - The Pearl Of Pohjanmaa

There were new houses built
All around where I once lived
Fields had disappeared
Everything was different
Everything that I loved
I will never live my memories again as they were
Haapavesi - The Pearl Of Pohjanmaa

[PancaKe]

Tara that poem looked like the boyfriend wanted to have sex while you were feeling ill. Just one spontanous remark I strumbled upon in reading it.

No disrespect.

Hahaha lololol! No disrespect taken! That made me laugh actually. I can see how you came to that conclusion.

Actually, I was just feeling like writing poetry that day. I was sick, it was cold, and I thought I should turn the heater on. Work also continually messaged me throughout the week I took off, demanding I go in and work, regardless of my health. I kept telling them "No, I'm not coming in, I'm too sick!" but they just wouldn't listen to me. I didn't go in , just in case you were wondering.

But ahhh MLG you make me rofl.




You Want Strategy?

Stuff you!
Came the cry
We pumped our fists in the air
And cheered for the work that was to be done
For us, by us, in the south west

Fifty odd people
With still some missing
Passionate. Inspired.
Living and breathing Your word.
Waiting to see change
Praying to see revival
For us, by us, in the south west

I want to keep the truth the truth
I want to keep it in my heart
I want to make sure it stays the truth
I want to make sure it's never changed
I want to make sure it's our reason
I want to make sure it's why we fight
I want to see the world come and know you
I want to see it happen with our hands

Stuff you and your resources
Stuff you and your cash
Stuff you and your committed workers
Stuff you and the appeal of your land
Stuff you and your comfortable thousands
Stuff you and your discrimination
Stuff you and your strategy

We'll see training done for us, by us, in the south west
We'll see plants done for us, by us, in the south west
We'll see hearts won by us in the south west
We'll see your light go out, by us in the south west
We'll see your kingdom grow, in the south west
We'll see people know, in the south west
We'll see hope, in the south west
We are the strategy in the south west.

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Nothing is what I am
No one is who I was
Nobody is who you see now
A no good life upon the world
A nothingness in the space of man
A meaningless thing in your way
I am nothing, no one and nobody, the three things you wish you weren't
I am the negative one, the one who everyone hates
I am the one and only end of all things
My fate is that of everything in the end
The sweet darkness that befalls you all
I am alone, with nothing, no one, and nobody to talk to
I am your heart when he left you
Your heart when your parents die
Everything that you felt when you felt pain and sorrow
What is this you have brought me now
A new love to quash and send to the depths of your heart
Your feeding me a new life today
And I shall infect them as I have infected you
I am the despair in everyone, the thing you fear the most
Everyone has me in them somewhere
For I am the one known to you all as doubt
I make you feel worthless
And make you miserable
Thats what I was made to do
And now you will suffer my fate
Everyone you meet is infected with me
I am a virus to which there is no cure.

What do you guys think?

[PancaKe]

Thorn, you know I like your poetry! I love the interesting imagery you use. Certain phrases really get at me, and hit me, because they're different, interesting or even just because you use them in a way that fits the poem and conveys your message.

I think the idea of the virus really ended the poem on a strong, resonating note.


Thank you that your love
Meant Your son crucified on a cross
Thank you that your love
Meant His death was sufficient for us
To be brought home
Where you longed for us to be
Thank you, Oh Lord
That you have chosen me

Those nails hammered in, one by one
You turned away from Your only Son
He took Your cup, took your penalty
He drank till it was finished, for me

Thank you that you said
All would be complete in Him
Thank you that you did
What you had promised from the start
You paid the price
So now we take up our own
And march our cross
For your glory for your son

[Gavin Luper]

original template

you mullet-dived into the classroom's glare
tripped on the carpet and sat in the front row
you waited.

you worked mundane and thankless
but unaccountably, irresponsibly
the jack of all trades
the master of none.

you walked into that room, arrogant-chinned
unwilling and unready
to have your skin stretched over their frame.

how you cried and railed!
you ran, musicked, poetried!
and you were like you.
what are you like now?

[Thorne_Darkrose]

I like the flow of the poem, and how it conveys a religious message in such a powerful way. I think you did really well with the phrasing too, even though you repeated alot, it was done so in a way that was compelling and more helpful to the poem. It is written well, and I love the way you continue thanking god even though some would have stopped by the time they reached the death, it shows your gratitude to the Lord.

A day marked in blood
Like any other day in my life
Reaching out to grab your hand
And falling short every time
Looking out to find your eyes
Only to find they are closed
Stepping up to take care of you
Only for you to vanish without a trace
For too long have I searched for you
Looking everywhere I could
Keeping a look out on the horrizon
And loking back when ever I can spare the glance
I have searched for you everywhere
Except in the one place I should be looking
I walk past that place every day
And miss that spot on purpose
For thats the place we fell in love
And I know you could never be there
But one day I looked there and there you were
In the arms of another man
I cried that night and every night since
Because I could have had you back
But I failed to act in time
And someone else took their chance
I watch you from afar now
Living in the streets and in my car
Just so I can live closer to you
And watch you be happy
I'm dead and gone now, and your crying at my casket
Saying you looked for me but couldn't find me
Telling me you never stopped loving me
But now its all too late
Your alive and I am dead and gone
He tries to console you but to no avail
You cry for days only to leave him
And live on your own single from then on
Crying of the love you lost
And of the life I chose to live
Nothing could save you and so I struck a deal
I told the one who could help me I would do anything
He gave me one chance to go back and change things
To find a way to save you from this fate
And so I went back and looked there the first time
Where we fell in love in that April day
And there you were looking for me
We hugged and kissed and made up for lost time
Got our lives on track and got married
Years later I died and you once again cried at my casket
Our children beside you
You said you wished I was still there, but said not to worry
You said you loved me and you would see me when your job was through
When you died our children sobbed
But you only smiled as you raced back into my arms
There we now set, watching from afar
Watching as our children grow
And seeing them fall in love
I guess God was merciful to me
To let me try once more
And I took what he gave me, and made the best of it
Now we're with one another for all time
And nothing could make me happier...

Ok this is a bit different from my usual swing of things, what do you think?

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

OK, I just finished this song. I have yet to compose the notes, and I'm afraid I'll have to wait until my music threapy begins again, so that we'll have the equipment. The melody will be affected by the original Gym Leader Fighter theme, I think. It's meant to be realized in the spirit of Blind Guardian and Nightwish, but not sure if it'll work.

Pokemon Power Metal

Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon
Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon

For how many times we haven't seen the end
Of those tales that legendaries tell
The journey of Ash Ketchum
Misty covered in mist
Brock yearning for love
Tracey is always drawing
May my May come
And her brother Max
The beauty of Dawn

Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon
Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon

A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

You are my fantasy you are my Pokemon
Our smiles, tears never were in vain
In Sinnoh in Hoenn
We are destined to meet
For on that day we
Exchanged our promises
We could come
Comprehending life
This meaning of it
Of battling
Of winning
Of losing
Of training

Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon
Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon

A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

We walk over high mountains that are in Sinnoh
Roam that desert in Hoenn searching for
A path, deliverance
Wander volcanic isles
Near beloved Kanto
Secret icy dungeon
In Johto
Blind without flash move
In a cave we are

Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon
Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon

A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

Shall we ever truly comprehend the power
Aiming meteors back at the gods above
This is not Kanto
Where can we go to get to Johto
Hoenn is out of reach
We are in Sinnoh in our dreams
May's father once told
There's a time and a place for everything
But my item Pocket is empty
My PokeDex lost
Barren and lifeless Johto lies
Kanto was once full of them

Pokepokepokemon Pokepokepokemon
Pokemon
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A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

[solo]

You are my fantasy you are my Pokemon
I just wanted to be loved
Be worth of Gardevoir, Staryu
Misdreavus, Bronzong
Dragonair changed the winds
Ho-oh rules over the Moon
Latios guardian of Water Capital
The gigantic Regigigas

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A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

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A new life bigger than ours ever was
A new journey has begun
A new adventure waiting to be fulfilled
Will we ever catch them all

[Chris 2.1]

Ode to Bushmills


My legs ache from lying
Ear hot from your whispers
And my eyes scan the ceiling for rousal.
No movement.
Flick aimlessly
And sigh
Talking about nothing laced with everything.

How long a week can seem
Especially fuelled by two hours of heavy breathing
and inhaling your scent
wrapped around your words.
You Animal.

But while I sign, swoon;
I know tomorrow morning looms,
The famed 'Talk of Shame'
;the clause that cracks the contract.

So bashful - an angel in G-Star Denim,
how dare people see you for who you really are?

My insight is sacred,
I savour your Truth
Gazing as Bush soaks your lips
relishing the hour when
I touch your soul.

More beautiful than even you

[Thorne_Darkrose]

Broken hearted once again
Not just another sin
Nothing more here for me
Other than this tragedy
Despicable and lucideous deeds
Hides among the flowers and the weeds
As the poor little bumble bee
Falls to the death that is me
I have nothing now and never will
I'll never knew how to go for the kill
Moved in to quick and lost my prey
Now I feel like I can't face the day
Not sure how things are gonna go
Without my love I do not know
Fortunately I can sit here and sigh
Instead of bumbling and asking why
I'll just sit here under this old tree
Writing on my poetry
Looking to the sky above
And wondering about my lost love
I feel as though I am a corpse
Something trampled by a horse
Though I feel like carrion
I know you'll save me Marian
You'll take me out of this pit of dark despair
And bring me out to the fresh air
You'll hold my hand and give me wings
While the most wonderous singer sings
Forever now shall we last
Alas it was this sweet girl from my past
She got in then and now shes here
Loving meand holding me dear
I guess it wasn't so bad after all
For now I stand instead of fall
Next time I face this menace I won't be alone
So long as I can grab my phone
Your always here and always care
For I know my Marian is always there

Just a quick poem dedicated to someone who lifted me from a very dark place todayand helped me get my composure and sanity back... Marian this is for you.

[PancaKe]

Oh the temptation to tl;dr you is too much to bear!

I guess, realistically, it is stupid to have short story with poetry. The only reason I suggested that was because it also seemed stupid to cull short story awards, but with maybe one or two new ones popping up every now and then, not vital enough to keep it up.

I'm thinking a Short Story Corner would be a good idea... Although is that the drabbles thread? Hrmmmmm...

And yeah I can see everyone's points and where your all coming from. I can understand wanting to have heaps of awards so that everybody can win something and everybody can feel appreciated, but it does seem rather silly to have more categories than active stories....

[Chris 2.1]

Weekend in Rosyth

Memory in scent,
Shower, eradicate not
Senses wrapped in you.

[Chris 2.1]

Here Be's Me

It's been eight days since I stepped out of the train,
Shook my hand and you led me through the rain,
Passion eclipsed your fears
We became a trend that we liked last year.

Every shoot of doubt shot up from your pleasure
Fearing that you'd be this way forever
But alone with me you felt your crisis twist; a tryst
Up against the wall that night we kissed.

Whiskey swirled against my gums
And I felt like I'd never won
Understanding, your disguise
My memories, like tiny spies
Infiltrate and hypnotise.

It's been five days since I clambered on the bus,
Wishing You and Confidence the best of luck
Giving something else to muse on while you sleep
Curled between memories in sheets.

[PancaKe]

Things We Do

She laughed and said no way
This can't be happening
Too excited to contain the emotion
I smiled and was proud
I've always been proud of you
If only you had some idea
How proud you made me
How I beam when you're around

Sometimes I take your things
And I always intend to give them back
It just never happens though
It slips my mind
But then I see my things at yours
And realize we are the same
And I get angry and demand them back
I secretly don't mind

You whisper to me, don't make me go
You fret and worry and panic
I make you go because you'll do fine
You always do achieve
I didn't mean to cry when you read
The first time in front of us
I couldn't let you see me cry
And then I had to leave

[PancaKe]

The Tales of Sharks, Egg Sandwiches and All That Comes In Between

Just sitting on the shelf, ever waiting
To be noticed, but what for? Nothing
Lies you feed yourself daily,
Lies that lie to you

Colours that sweep across the sky
And stretch across the plains before us
This moment should last a lifetime
I'll never wish it's end upon us

Beside me, you'll smile, you'll laugh, and I'll know
You are mine, momentarily forever



No Diamonds, Please

It's not that I don't love you
I can't explain it like I can with her
Or why I can at least put it in words.

You know you're my everything
I know that I'm yours
Is it so wrong to want proof in a ring?

Why can't I hold your hand if you're scared?
Why can't I fight away the monsters in your closet?
Let me protect you, like I promised.



Sprint

I seem to be able to write
At three am in the morn
All my feelings are typed
And into words transform

It's me avoiding my bed
It's me avoiding some sleep
It's me avoiding some rest
Which I so badly need.

I wish I were in your arms
I wish you weren't just in my head
If I could compose the songs
I'd sing you my words instead