Poetry Corner

[dratinihaunter13]

Rekliner

Rekline and laze and fall asleep.
a pleasure says her lips.
she sits to rest, release the thought.
the leather ‘gainst her hips.
she pulls the lever close to her,
she lowers soft and slow.
and on command the seat reforms,
to lay her like a real pro.

that thought pops back in.
she’s relaxed her guard just enough,
too much for her
and such and such.
she grasps the leather,
still there right?
she eyes the lever,
but can’t pass the loud pounding headache.
no problem. stand up. just to talk.
the br - hello?
hey! how have you been? tell me a story.
wish i could, best friend of mine,
but you sound so tired of the story sometimes.

[PancaKe]

^_^ that was such a cool poem!! ^_^ so simple and madness

[Chris Watarimono]

Here's mine. Note that this isn't the first poetry I wrote, although this is the very first poem being posted to an outside audience (school assignments don't count BTW).

Life Imitates Art

The lover searches for the other
O’er the midnight hour
Threads of fate woven together in a mosaic of constellations
The patchwork representing their undying love

The love embraces the pendant near the heart
Feeling the beats of a smooth yet monumental rhythm
An orchestra of emotions freeing from the bondage of shyness and ridicule
Playing stanzas of surging excitement, falling fear, and climatic uncertainty

The lover returned to the spot
When they first met ten years ago
Arriving now ten minutes past the clock
Yet the journey felt like ten hours more
A pile of land insignificant by many, scorned by some, admired by few
And only embraced by two

The lover looks o’er the midnight skies
As if vouching for the Will of Heaven for guidance of where the other might be
Creating icy chills as the other makes way, forging a coat of despair
Welling up inside like some kind of malicious parasite; feeding from the scourge within

The lover yet remains steadfast despite these urges, promising not the break the seal
Safeguarding it so that it may never be broken
For otherwise, it may release insecurity, mistrust, and lust – the three ingredients that undermine love
Comparable in destruction to the accursed box of the naïve maiden
And incalculable in magnitude

The lover and the other reunite
The rhythm relaxes in tranquility
The spot now becoming something of significance
The demons shattered
The seal was not broken
Holding each other, looking into each of their unwavering eyes, waiting for those words to arrive…
Instead all that comes out is a vanishing goodbye

The lover and the other knew they had to part
It was as fate had other plans for them at the start
Finally, at long last, they let go and head off on their own ways under the midnight hour once more
Because in ten years more, they’ll be ready and true love will once again show

-Chris R.

[Leon-IH]

Enter
I'm just living the lie
Here I sit waiting to die
Watching as you all fly
Off into a sombre sky

Living the lie with others
Them and thier mothers
Little kids and brothers
Lost souls and lovers

Welcome to the lie my son
You can be an actor, a star
You can go anywhere alive
No touch brings a scar

People bring thier kids up
To believe in ****in miracles
Then they ask why it is
They're angry when they find it aint true.

[dratinihaunter13]

ben, Hide Dave

lurker, tinkering with locale.
all over nine footfalls back.
informed, absorbing, overheard.
hawk-eyed, gawk in check.
bat-click, clueless talk.
expert’s access, lobotomy.
informants give plenty of glimpse,
to ben ely.

[sesshomaru]

THE EAGLE

The eagle soars above us,
Too graceful and peaceful to cause a fuss,
Surrounding our nation in pride,
So we protect it side by side,
The eagle is great,
And we follow it to our fate.

Is it semi-decent?

DESTINY

Our destiny is our path to which we end,
But along that road we intertwine with others and and our paths both bend,
But it always has a purpose no matter what,
Even if you're a lonely mutt,
So keep on going even when it seems like it has ended,
Because even if it seems like that it can be mended,
Run and hurry to fullfill your fate,
Even if you fullfill it late,
It shall still be done and all well,
Unless you don't and go to hell.

And that one?

[Tainted]

The whole thing is an analogy about me and this girl I know that recently moved away. I figured two appropriate roles would be the hunter and the robin, since, well, my last name's Hunter and her name is Robin. So this was a tribute to her.

Some lines you might not get that were sort of inside jokes:
"The Hunter's left-hand wrong" is a reference to how she said my left-hand was always right, because it always hit the right spots if you catch my drift. The line about my beer being sour is a true story-- for some reason I got really shitty sour beer once but there was no way I was going home or going sober, so I drank all of my sour beer and felt like so much shit but she comforted me the whole way. :p

Tomorrow
The birds are so damn pretty
The hunter’s left-hand wrong
Their relationship never ending
Living this way all the long

Chirping at midnight hour
Is a robin perched in a tree
The hunter, his beer is sour
But his taste for her is sweet

He can’t reach her if he tried
And his aim was never that good
So they sit adjacent, wishing to die
Without much but her song to fuel the mood

“Some day I’ll get her” he said
“ Maybe tomorrow”
“Someday I’ll find her” he said
“Maybe tomorrow”

“Some day I’ll get her” he said
“Maybe tomorrow”
“Someday I’ll fill her world with light”
“And kill the sorrow”

The branch represents separation
But his mood never declines
He thinks about how good she’d taste
For days and weeks of the time

He wonders about just how she’d look
‘Cause he’s only seen pictures so far
He wonders if she’d be just like he thought
‘Cause he’d like her just how she are

And maybe one taste would be good enough
To make him ever so slightly moan
If he could have one little taste of her
He could get her whole when he was grown

“Some day I’ll get her” he said
“Maybe tomorrow”
“Someday I’ll find her” he said
“Maybe tomorrow”

“Some day I’ll get her” he said
“Maybe tomorrow”
“Some I’ll kill her world”
“Ignite the sorrow”

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Leon-IH]

Dark
Darkness is my brother
Always a friend in need
The others all walk away
Darkness comes to stay

He's my friend
And you will see
His ways are my reality

Hating the sunlight white
Flying into every night
Living life without spite

Hate my life
And you will see
I hate your sanity

Hate hate hate
Love love love
Hate to love the darkness
But kiss it goodnight

Listening to every word
Laughing at each heard
Telling you it's a fuckin lie
Today party, tomorrow die

The 'kiss it goodnight' thing is just my way of saying sometimes we hate what we want - doubt many people will get it, but it's somewhat meaningful to me.

[Tainted]

Every Little Moment is an Image in a Photograph
For every step you take
For every wound you make
For every time you fall
For every foot you crawl

For every taste of wine
For every time you dine
For every single deed
For every time you plead

For every promise you break
For every illness you fake
For every time you cry
For every little white lie

For every little scrape
For every birth you celebrate
For every time you’re scorned
For every death you mourn

For every time you cry
For every time you want to die
For every piercing that you rip
For every mushroom on which to trip

For every tattoo to explain
For every time you play “the game”
For every party you attend
For every broken bone you mend

For every sport you like to play
For every time, inside you stay
For every line you memorize
For every brain behind your eyes

For every wish that don’t come true
For every old that becomes new
For every day you come to waste
For every kiss you yearn to taste

You live
Inhale
Exhale
And lie

Birth
Breathe in
Breathe out
And die

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[dratinihaunter13]

SelfHelp*

All these verses are to appease my anger with myself.
For falling foolishly so fast, but I’m past it.
Your kindly ways were finely gave,
Yet friendliness explains this.
And nothing more is set for sure.
The foolish way I interpret.

Now I let go, late like always,
But not before being sore.
Venting verses of my hate
For you, I thought, but no.

That bitterness was mine to give
And mine to take for anger’s sake
Of how my heart would shake,
When nothing ever shook it.

So I end the tension
For the original intention
Of friendship.
My heart will pay more attention next time.

*no lasting effects, check expiration date

[Tainted]

Vain in this usage means worthless!

True Love is Vain until it Hits a Vein
Oh, baby
My love for you is as long
As this song
And I know it can’t be true
Cause I’m done

I actually sung this before I wrote it at a party, that time of the party when it's pretty much over and everyone is just sitting around tripping instead of rocking their asses off. So with my buddies acoustic I was singing some shit, and the girl I was with that night told me to sing a song for her. So, with a big long beautiful song planned I tried to belt some shit out, but only got to the line "As this song," when I ran out of words and thoughts, so I ended it accordingly.

As drunk as she was, she loved it.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Leon-IH]

Love, hate
Why do I hate you so much
When I dream about you
Why is this my cycle of life
Will my feelings ever be true

I can't trust myself to love
Because inside I hate so
Don't trust the things I say
Believe what we don't know

Hate me hate my world
Hate the fact I can't love
Kill the fact I hate so
**** off like a dove

Yeah I'm a little angry, and a bit sleepy when I'm writing this one.

[Tainted]

Hello
Hello—it’s me again
Your sick little puppet
Call me what you what I’m
Just an inanimate object

Fuck me like you did last time
Make me shout your name
The release it brings release
But it still don’t kill your pain

I’m your little puppet
Your fucking little puppet
You fuck it and you suck it
Try to kill away the pain

I’m your little puppet
Your fuck stick on the ground
As much as I’m inanimate, I’m
Always here when you’re down

You call my name
When you can’t find the vein
When the needle don’t work
And you still feel the pain

Shout my name
Shout my fucking name
Shout my name, tonight
Shout my name

Hello—it’s me again
Your sick little puppet
Strings are drawn, puppeteer
Are you ready to fuck it?

Hello—it’s me again
Your sick little puppet
Call me what you want I’m
Just an inanimate object

Hello—when’s the last time
We’ve said hello, anyway?
Last time we met you stripped me down
And put me down to lay

Hello—can I hear a hello?
Puppeteer you make me sick
I may be made of wood and shit
But mark my words, I ain’t no fuck stick

Hello—fuck you, fuck fucking you
And fuck your fucking attitude
And fuck those drugs and things you do
And fuck the needles that you use

Hello—fuck your face, fuck everything
Fuck this life, this world, it’s insane
Fuck your box, those fucking games you play
Cut my strings cause it’s all the same

Hello—mother fucker, it’s time to play
Puppeteer hoist me up, show me the way
To go home, cause I’m lost and I got no one to guide
And my strings may be cut, but I ain’t broken on the inside

Hello—

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[PancaKe]

Despite how much swearing you have in your songs, and how much i disagree with the subjects - I love the way you write , its awesome and yeah ^_^;; <3

[LilyPichu]

Wow, Tainted. Despite the curses, I love the refrain. =D

I was bored. ~_~




Life unwinds
Slowly, one by one
Unraveled pain
Contemplation
Of death

Beginning ‘til
A new sun’s risen
Threads of gold
Weaving across
Cutby scissors

A child’s play
Life in their hands
Relishing
The sweetness
Tasting the bitter

Succumbed to facts
Aesthetic ethics
An altered law
No more bliss
Or mere foolishness?

Deep within
The pits of black
A strangled line
Of losing time
Too late to turn back

Simple first
Inquisitive meet
A dangled kiss
Abandoned of lust
Frowned upon both

Mystified looks
But she does not care
A naiveté heart
For the one she wants
Reason she aches

Opposing one
Reflection of hers’
Him, a willful pride
A stubborn streak
He does not care

‘Tis too late
She had been warned
Futile pleads
A desperate cry
To nonexistence

Morning dew
Resting on leaves
'though cut harshly
Sun’s golden threads

Evaporating

[Tainted]

Thanks you two.

For this one: railroading is also a term to describe looking for veins (tracks) to shoot up (heroin.)

Railroading
All aboard my little Choo-Choo
Finding the tracks that’ll make your day
Climb aboard my little train wreck
Buckle up and let me take you away

Let me take you under my wing
I’ll show your eyes everything
They need to see, you see to believe
Even the strongest will bleed

Choo-Choo goes the train as we’re railroading
Finding the right tracks in this maze
All aboard goes the conductor, his bright smile showing
Find the right train, c’mon it’s only a phase

Sit back and enjoy the ride
When will it end? Any time
Now, at least if I think I’m right
In this state I don’t know day from night

Let the light outside show you the way
‘Cause I ain’t all that bright today
But I need you, baby
I need you, little lady

Choo-Choo goes the train as we’re railroading
Finding the right tracks in this maze
All aboard goes the conductor, his darkness growing
Find the right train, you never cease to amaze

I will support you when you fall
I’m always here to aid the call
Just lure me over, find the right lane
And show me inside your strongest vein

I won’t support you, maybe contort you
Maybe leave you blue
I won’t be needed, you’re fucking conceited
It’s not all about you

Choo-Choo goes the train as we’re railroading
Finding the tracks in this maze
All aboard goes the conductor, his black eyes glowing
Find the right train, it’ll be one of those days

You’ll find me anywhere you care to look
Every cranny, every nook
And even where I dare not say
I will watch you pay

Close your eyes, look on the inside
Close your mind, do you confide
In me, I seem to be so needing
Of the way you say today you’re bleeding

Choo-Choo goes the train as we’re railroading
Finding the tracks in this maze
All aboard goes the conductor, his black heart showing
Find the right train to kill the pain

Choo-Choo, can you hear it coming?
Choo-Choo, can you feel the shake?
Choo-Choo, I can hear your words are mumbling
Choo-Choo, here comes the train, a life to take

Twist from tracks, a path cut anew
Train lay broken, body askew
And in these days, the train insane
I ride just to hide the pain

All aboard!

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[dratinihaunter13]

poem! i hate adding background so figure it out yourselves

"Saving Friday"

The last cat callers are out
Guess you’re working tonight
You would say that I’m judging you
Or should I just listen to his ass
Like luring slurs roll to formulate-
Life’s precious, savor.
You gasp and swallow for it
From name starts with a J
To vainly resuscitate
You’re mired
Reflection

[Tainted]

Broken From the Tracks
You say that you’re perfect, baby I heard it
I don’t need to hear it twice
You said you can teach me, maybe release me
Maybe that would be nice

I may be different, but I ain’t consistent
I don’t need you to hold on to
You might think it’s easy, baby, you tease me
Just wait until I’m through

You think you’re better, maybe with a sweater
Cause you ain’t the best I’ve seen
And it’s all created, baby you fake it
You’re better in my dreams

I’m not complete without hearing you say
How you want Earth spinning your way
You got a conscience, why don’t you pray?
So maybe you’ll have someone hearing you say

Don’t base your decisions, off the world that you live in
Cause sometimes it just ain’t right
You say you can change me, maybe exchange me
To better represent your sight

And now you resent me, plain out condemn me
For what I believe is true
Baby, we’re unique, even though you’re weak
The world don’t revolve ‘round you

You say that you’re perfect, you ain’t worth it
Not worth an hour or two
I don’t want you to teach me, don’t want to release me
I’m fine just the way I’m glued

I’m not complete without hearing you say
How you want Earth spinning your way
You got a conscience, why don’t you pray?
So maybe you’ll have someone hearing you say

I’m not complete
How you want Earth
You got a conscience
So maybe you’ll have

Hearing you say
Spinning your way
Why don’t you pray?
Someone hearing you say

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[The Decapitated Mole]

Well, we just did our most boring unit ever in English for the last three weeks [actually, we just started Romeo and Juliet, so I shouldn't talk, my teacher should be able to ruin that for everyone], and as the final big thing everyone in my class had to write a narrative poem. Here's how the first two days went:

Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due friday!
*chaos ensues*

Here's how last Wednesday went:

Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due monday!
*chaos ensues*
Steve: What should my poem be about?
Me: You should take over the world.
Steve:...
Me: ...with eggs plus.
*steve gets writin'*

Here's how Friday went:

Teacher: Ok class, today you all work on your poems. They're due tuesday!
*chaos ensues*
Me: What should my poem be about?
Steve: Eggs Minus.


So there you have it. Just thought I should give you a little backstory before I went into the poems, so now, I present to you....

Stephen Lyman
4/18/05
Block 2

The Adventures of Steve and Eggs Plus

Come child, let me tell you a story
Come closer now you don’t have to worry.
This is a story of the greatest adventure
And this is due to popular conjecture.

And now on with the tale!
It’s the greatest ever written.
Don’t pick your nose Billy, that’s not very good,
And Mary, why don’t you put down that kitten.

There once was a chicken holding boy.
His name happened to be Steve.
This chicken boy was full of joy!
He had found the golden chicken.

This chicken was a special chicken.
It laid the scrumptious eggs plus.
They cost a lot of money, so you had better be rich,
But if you can get them, it’s a must.

Steve decided to market these eggs
And put out of business eggs minus.
He partnered with Shaw’s
And planned to put out of business eggs minus.

The marketing team set the price to one million,
The shipping team set up transportation,
The grocery store team set up the display area,
And Steve went to oversee the arrival to the American nation.

"Hey you! Be careful!" Shouted Steve.
"Those eggs are a million a pop!"
"All right, all right," said the stock boy.
"I’ll be careful! These eggs, they will not drop."

On opening day of the brand new Shaw’s Plus
The eggs made their debut.
Bill Gates showed up and bought a few,
And a hobo showed up and got the boot.


"We’ve made a killing today," Said the manager of the store.
"All those celebrities and millions galore!"
"We’re not done yet," Said Steve to his cohort.
"We can open some vendors in Canada and make even more!"

Those crazy Canadians and their beavers went wild!
Never before had there been such an occasion,
That eggs plus came to town to be sold to the people.
As a promo deal, it was buy one get a box of raisins.

Canada went so well that Steve wanted to expand.
He put up shop in land after land.
He out-built McDonald’s and Burger King combined.
There was no stopping him. He would not stop for any man.

He went to the sun and built a Fried Eggs Plus.
He went to the moon and created the Eggs Plus Colony.
He went to the ocean and made Underwater Plus.
He went to the prison and set an Eggs Plus Felony.

Eggs minus was still alive, though.
Affordable by the people of the norm.
They tasted not as good,
But the cost was just about the same as an ear of corn.

"How will I do it?" Thought Steve.
"They must go out of business!"
"…I know what I’ll do!" Steve thought with a smile.
"We’ll partner up! It’ll be craziness!"

Steve had some talks with Jimm of eggs minus.
They agreed on their terms and got their business together.
Then something surprising happened!
It was very unexpected, and it involved two bids of a feather.

The chicken saw the hen,
The hen saw the chicken.
A couple of censors later and there was a new egg for sale,
It was eggs neutral! They could make both businesses fail.

This eggs neutral had both the qualities.
They tasted mighty fine and cost the same as eggs minus.
With the different eggs and their similarities,
Jimm and Steve could spread their kindness.

They sent these eggs everywhere,
To all their shop locations.
People bought them up by the masses!
It was like they were cheaply priced gas stations.
Bill Gates didn’t need to spend so much now.
The people could get some.
They could get it in mass.
The new marketing scheme got many to come.

There were so many that they fed Ecuador
World hunger was completely over!
South America was happy, they celebrated much.
They transported by helicopter, because they could hover!

There was nowhere these eggs weren’t.
Steve and Jimm got rich.
They bought the whole world!
They cleaned it up and got rid of every glitch.

And that, my children, is the whole tale.
That’s why there’s no tax, or borders, or leaves.
Steve and Jimm hate leaves, they mess up the pool.
And that’s why the world is ever so cool.

Jimm Warren
4/19/05
Block 2

The Adventures of Jimm and Eggs Minus

Gather round, young ‘uns
and I will tell the tale.
I doubt if it will be much fun
But quite frankly, I really don’t care.

It started long ago - late night!
The time - Seven P.M.
Whilst staring at the tube - so bright!
Jimm started - he’d heard the hen.

He ran outside and ate the hen
to stop its wretched cawing.
Then he hopped on the toilet, and when he was done
"Eggs Minus in my bowl!" he was bawling.

Oh how those eggs di’nt glow nor pulse,
no, nothing extraordinary about them.
No sheen, no shine, these eggs were dulls
Misshapen, and the color of day old phlegm.

He picked one up and sniffed at it
‘Twas no great gift for the sinuses,
as were the others beside that one
All bad, those nasty eggs minuses.

He cracked one in his pan so hot
and cooked it to perfection
Too bad - it tasted of Jungle Rot
This wonderful confection.

It was a rather stupid plan
but then, Jimm was a stupid man.
Though he, "my plan will work - it can!"
As he sucked the egg out from his pan

For years Eggs Markets had been run
by chickens, hens, the whole bad lot -
they’d taken the business from the sons
of the farmers with their heinous plot.

They gave us what they didn’t want
we’d get the worst out of their crop,
not caring for our tastes, they’d taunt
"We care not for your tastes!" Bull plop.

Jimm gave a call to his pal The Erb
"These people - so used to these horrible eggs,
mine, they’re slightly better’n what they’re eating in the ‘burbs,
Eggs Minus’ll sell like good hotcakes - with legs!

He hit up the doctor at his office downtown
spoke up with a "doc, I’ve got a hen in my behind!"
The doc looked at him kindly, turned his frown upside-down,
"Take it easy, my good man, these things happen all the time!"

He got the hen back, started sellin’ her eggs minus
All the stores now his pals - ‘cept, of course, for Shaw’s.
Even had his own assistant, went by the name of Linus
He’d won - The world was rollin’ round in his paws.

He cornered the marked for years upon years
All were wantin’ a piece of delicious eggs minus
T’other hens out of business, they were all up in tears
He even set up some shops throughout all of the Chinas.

Then one day they came
Steve and his eggs plus.
At first Jimm figured "No game!"
But his employees had started to fuss.

The eggs plus were amazing
but at such a price!
A million and then some kings
Could’ve bought some… maybe thrice.

Jimm: "They did good business,
this eggs plus company,
but their none-too-special prices
left the victory to me."

However, both feared their financial demise,
so Steve, of eggs plus, who were doing the worst
set up a few meetings - a merger would rise,
but Jimm had a plot to leave Steve feeling cursed.

Before he could see his plan into fruition
As terribly bad as it was for the Steve,
Something happened - a thing interrupting his mission
That thing changed the world, and left no one to grieve.

The chicken saw the hen
The hen saw the chicken
A couple of censors later - there’s a new egg for sale…
it was eggs neutral! They could make both businesses fail!

This eggs neutral had both the best qualities
They tasted mighty fine, cost the same as eggs minus!
With the different eggs and their similarities
Jimm and Steve could eas’ly spread their kindness.

They sent these eggs everywhere,
to all their shop locations.
People bought them up by the masses!
Like they were cheaply priced gas stations.

Bill Gates needn’t spend so, now
The common people could get some
They could buy all they’d want, even buy it in mass.
The new marketing scheme got billions to come.

There even so many that they fed Ecuador
World hunger was now completely over!
South America was happy, and they celebrated much
The eggs came by helicopter, as no one could hover.

There was nowhere on Earth these amazing eggs weren’t
Steve and Jimm, well they struck it rich.
They had so much money they bought the whole world!
They cleaned it up, freed it from every glitch.

And that, my children, is the whole long tale
That’s why there’s no tax, nor borders, nor leaves.
Steve and Jimm hate leaves, for they mess up the pool,
And that’s why our world is so eff'tlessly cool.


o_0
jimm

[Leon-IH]

Me, You, Tomorrow?
Just another scratch on the wall
Another fuckin mark in the world
Merely another dying human being
Yet another fuckin waste of life

Another fuck up in a lustful world
Or at least that's how it feels to me
Yet another mix of flesh and blood
Just another fuckin modern man

But at least I'm the same as you
We're all together in a fucked place
Never going to get out of our home
We sit in our own graves, we smile

Each morning we wake up and talk
Each night we go out for a walk
Each day we die a little more
For what tomorrow has in store

[sesshomaru]

Elements

The elements rage around us,
With us oblivious to them,
Fire burnes all in it's path,
Water can rage and others fall into it's wraith,
Wind teares all apart,
Dark slowy separates us from those of who we love like poison from a dart,
Light guides us towards good and away from despair,
Ice can break us or leave us alone being quite fair,
Lava seeps down a mountain burning all in it's way no matter where they run,
The forest is neutral harming none,
The earth can shake killing many and leaving people sad,
But all elements are both good and bad,
No matter how evil they seem they are like people; only hurt when mad.

[Everoy]

Heh, this is a poem that I wrote for the Neopets poem contest, I happily won

The 25 Uses of Dung

Dung, dung, wonderful dung.
Dung is so wonderful, especially when flung.

You can make it a dolly, a sword, or a shield,
Or you can fertilize a big green field.

A playpen, a pizza, a couch or a chair,
A basket, a box, or a gooey shirt to wear.

You can eat it or read it or wash it with a Dung Sink.
Have a carpet, or a shelf, or hurl it at a ratfink!

Chew the Chewing Dung! Sit on the Dung Armchair!
Embroider your shorts with it for that extra flair!

Of course, there’s still the Dung Smoothie, the Dung Reclining Chair,
The Dung Cream Sandwich, the Dung Shelf, even Dung Underwear!

I’ve surpassed twenty-five; my list just had to grow,
But I probably didn’t have to use all those synonyms for throw.

[Crystal Tears]

This is a poem I wrote for a 'close friend' eh heh..

For A Moment In Time

For a moment in time, and space…

I forget my pains, my suffering... My past that has haunted me…

I watch your eyes softly glow in the dim light of the setting sun...

For a moment in time and space…

My history passes away, and all that is left is my present. Here with you...

You hear my Heart beat softly, as you hold me close…

All I wanted was the world’s love

All I want was acceptance...

And until now I didn’t realise...

My whole world is in front of me...

Wrapping your arms around me, and holding me close. Whispering words of a promise of forever in time and space...

That you love me...

And that will never change…

[Tainted]

It's a song.

Sweet
Your lips
Are wet
And so
Are mine

Maybe
We could
Find the
Time

To see
Ourselves
Together
Forever

And forever…
Yeah

The life and times…
Forever
Yeah

Just a little bit
(Forever)
Just a little bit
Yeah

Deep in the moment
Dug far within
Rip past the flesh
Burrow in the skin

It hurts
(Just a little bit)
It burns
(Just a little bit)
I’ll cry
(Just a little bit)
I’ll die
(Just a little bit)
Yeah

You say life is bitter-sweet
But it’s all the same to me
So take off all your clothes
And baby, touch your toes

And I say life’s a little-sweet
(La-la, La-la, La-la)
Life’s just a little-sweet
(La-la, La-la, La-la)
Life’s just a little sweet
Yeah

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Leon-IH]

Religious Ignorance
We sat in a smiling group
Waiting til the day we die
I went down a different path
I realised the faith a lie

What you believe is a lie
Each day I shed a tear
But I know it won't matter
You live on guilt and fear

One for one, life for life
Fuck for fuck, hate for hate
You go and kill children
And expect fathers not to retaliate

[Tainted]

Another song.

Numb
I try to please you all
But it ain’t workin’
I try to get you off
But it’s just hurtin’

I just don’t know
It’s so dumb
I don’t know if I feel anymore
I’m so numb

I push and I fall
I teethe and I crawl
I die all the same
A man ain’t a man without a name

And where’s mine?

I just don’t know
It’s so dumb
I don’t know if I feel anymore
I’m oh so numb

I say love is my greatest fear
Everyone I love disappears
I’m left broken, alone
Nobody near

I just don’t know
It’s so dumb
I don’t know if I feel anymore
I’m so numb

There’s glass and there’s you on the other side
You’re anybody, but you’re asleep
I could save you from slumber by breaking the glass
But I’m too fucking weak

I told you I don’t fucking know
I’m so fucking dumb
I don’t know if I feel anymore
Cause I’m oh so fucking numb

So fucking numb

The sweet sound of sirens as the ambulance draws near
I can no longer speak, but only listen as my eyes tear
It’s so dark, there’s no one here
Without love I have no fear

I don’t know the outcome
This is all too dumb
I can’t feel anything anymore
Everything is fucking numb

Everything is numb

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Everoy]

This is, like, the second "serious" poem I ever wrote. Awfully democratic, though.

War

I pledge my anger
To the president
Of the screwed up States of America.
'Cause Bush is a liar,
And an idiot at best.
Should we really be trusting someone
Who can't even pronounce nuclear?
Or someone who may not have told us
True reasons for war with Iraq?
Is it glory? Violence? Oil?
Or was Bush telling the truth
And he is as stupid as I think
To be chasing nonexistent Weapons of Mass Destruction?
Never before.
Never before have I felt
That my country
Was on the wrong side of a war.
In the Revolutionary War
We fought for our own freedom.
In World War One
We fought to defend a country
That has gotten on the wrong side
Of a much larger menace.
And in the bloodbath of World War Two
We fought for the freedom
Of Jewish citizens
And invaded countries.
And now.
And now, I know of no true reason
For a bloody war with Iraq.
WE are killing and killing
WE are trying to gain
Something that WE don't even know about.
In the words of Louis D. Brandeis,
"Behind every argument
Is someone's ignorance."
And the ignorance is that
Of George W. Bush
Forty-third President
Of the United States of America.



I accidentally wrote a typo in my draft that made it Untied State of America.

[Greyfox]

the Magician and His Bag of Tricks
abra, kadabra, alakazam
the audience is swayed by he who can manipulate
the surroundings
no one is realizing that his world is just a sham
fallen to the gluttonous void
filled to the brim with riches and happiness
that only few can possess
but not with character, only with toys
the magician wows us all with gifts
and we let our grip on everything fall
to the depths of great
no one is realizing that their beliefs will shift
they demand of him more
and he promises as such
but when they don't receive
they begin to abhor
the skies turn to ash and hell rises
what have we turned ourselves to
what have we become
the magician laughs at us, he will defy us
the sun sets
and darkness follows
eternal darkness waits for us
and we've become his pets

GET INTO HEAVEN GUARANTEED
sin once more
god will forgive you
heaven waits

ELEVATOR TO HEAVEN
want to get into heaven?
of course you do
but how?, you ask
it's really quite simple to
forget all that the book tells you
listen only to the preacher man
god sent his son? no way
you have to be a good person to reach the lands
you have to visit god
but only once a week
and you can sin freely
just not in church, that's bleek
good things will happen
if you donate your token
listen to me, i'm god's right-hand
at least ten percent will make it happen
god sent his son? not true
you can't get to valhalla that way
i know what i'm talking about
you can reserve your spot there today
murderers and gays
need not apply
they're sins are far too horrid
for them to even try
it's okay to lie or lust
every day but sunday
just don't talk about it
just kneel down and pray
but only at church

[Toxicity]

I'm not too sure where this one came about.

Depths of Death

Spiraling into my river
A river known as Death
Styx, as you may call it
But only I know its depth

Forever stuck between life and this
You think it's just f*cking bliss
But all this will just pass by
causing others to just mumble "Oh my"

I'm back. Yes, I've risen
Like the sun over your horizon.
Toiling again, in your harsh labor
But laughing without pity is my major.

Create your own opening
Follow it in
Take a deep breath
Then enter the sin
Into these depths...known as Death.

Fall back under, into the earth.
Some would just feel their mirth.
Glee arises, but you experience my path.
For some time, all it is is my wrath.

You feel it coming.
It's maybe the closest thing to hell.
Or is it?
Maybe you'll know by the drone of the bell.

Create your own opening
Follow it in
Take one last deep breath
Then enter the sin
Into these depths...known as Death.

[PancaKe]

Angst Of Times

Do we know the answers
to the questions they ask?
And can we?

Do they know the questions
for which answers they seek?
Please tell me?

Whisper to my ear these
secret things, you keep them
oh so well

Chin to knees, clutch my thighs
and calves, and let the rains
freely fall.

Are we prepared as said?
Are we even ready
at all?

[Toxicity]

Now this is a much lighter tone than Depths of Death, and more of my writing style. It's a bit of a lullaby, which has calmed me down at nights as well as some small children. Note some haikus.

Emerald Sea

Green blades of ocean
Blanketing the world around us
Calmness in your eyes.

The Emerald Sea
lies before you, and guides you
Into a soft dream.

Deep sleep, dream lightly.
Into the emerald sea you surf,
and rest in deep happiness.
Heaven in your eyes.

As dull and gloomy the day was,
tomorrow will be better because,
along the waves of verde,
you are certain to be merry.

Deep sleep, dream lightly.
Into the emerald sea you surf,
and rest in deep happiness.
Heaven in your bright eyes.

[sesshomaru]

Cool nice and short poem,sango.

[Tainted]

A song. Another one that goes with the theme: "rawwr drink my pain away."

Kiss Goodbye
I’m in no condition to make any decisions
I’m fucking bleedin’
And there’s slim visions of inhibitions
40oz to freedom

I can’t believe all these things I need
To keep on livin’
But I’m still alive though these things I try
May do killin’

And I—I can’t—I won’t coincide
I will but I won’t ever die
I’m drunk—dyin’—dyin’—but it’s alright
Cause the end’ll never come for this night

I can’t conceive why I am bereaved
Stripped and broken
But still some time I step over the line
Drunk and tokin’

And why party if it’s not hardy
I think I’m wrong
Erase away all my hopes and pains
Pass the bong

And I—I can’t—I won’t coincide
I will but I won’t ever die
I’m drunk—dyin’—dyin’—but it’s alright
Cause the end’ll never come for this night

Can everybody see what’s become of me?
I can’t hide
I still believe that these things I need
Only deprive

They take away all my hurt and pain
But not for long
Cause in the end they return again
Twice as strong

And I—I can’t—I won’t coincide
I will but I won’t ever die
I’m drunk—dyin’—dyin’—but it’s alright
Cause the end’ll never come for this night

And I—I can’t—I won’t coincide
These things that live inside will never die
I’m drunk—dyin’—dyin’—it’s not alright
Kiss me goodbye—kiss goodbye to this night

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Lezta]

Oo;; Lezta in the... the fanfic forums?

Been awhile. Here is something I wrote a little while ago I'd like to share just... because. It's a poem! Not an amazing one either... most of my poetry was lost in a hdd crash.

Nameless

It is funny, I think, how the pain from so long ago,
Is soothing. Time softens things, turns them into
Blankets you can wrap around you. A face, long forgotten,
Matched not even by a name can bring comfort upon its appearance
That you’d not think existed.

We talk of memories and I cannot honestly say I remember you but,
Still, I find myself drawn, strangely, to your words.
You speak of truth and I cannot find any, yet, I trust you.
I talk of the present. I ask what you’re doing now and you
Reply and I’m interested, really I am, and I want to know more.

I think, once, I told you of feelings best forgotten.
I think you have forgotten and I dare not bring them back up,
Lest we shatter this blanket we cover ourselves with and turn it to glass.
You’re too innocent to be cut by me, face without a name,
That remembers me so well.

[PancaKe]

Verse
(How long in line must I wait)
Theres not enough beds to fit you and I,
so when we both die, together, as one,
only one of us may survive the fall.
And that wont happen. Not at the same time.
(These grains of sand disintergrate)

bridge
It wont happen to both of us, here, now,
because my pain will slit your throat, before
you have the chance to slit my own.

chorus
The cardiac shards are sharper than they seem.
This suffering is nothing but my dream.
My cardiac shards falling to the ground.
Knees to the chin, eyes shut, trying to block
out the sound of your painful screams.
Linger in the air, as you bleed.

[to be completed...*runz*]

[Chris Watarimono]

Haw, here's another poetry I wrote up for my school assignment that I decided to showcase. I'm such a whore. XD

Shakespearonomics

Thou Evil Eyed, Dogmatic, Canker-Blossom you may be!
And I wish that you agree, my dear friend next to me!
But, what’s this? Only you would let me know, if the meaning was clear of my writing?
A Sci-Fi novel, perhaps, maybe that’s it, that could be a relative of my tidings?
Yeah, you know, on the Shakespeare festival your presence was there on that Friday
Yet you also think my writing is trying too hard, are you not you say?
Many mundanes know not of my talking,
Or be able to talk to me not because they say I am speaking of what they know not
Like something they are in a state of deprivation
While I may be crazy, yes, I am said that I am of the one with coolness

Even if I know of the Evil Eyed, Dogmatic, Canker-Blossoms that may be

My biggest fear is that no one will understand what I just wrote. Or that my writing touches hearts and souls none at all. =b

-Chris R.

[dratinihaunter13]

That pendant you constantly mention
tells less of your penchant for spelling than telling
then maybe your golden and round little baby
gets rabies and rips at the smallest of threats.
At best.
That's it. Slowly and lower and ten.
Deep breath and exhale, inhale one.
Ten one sit working? Quit jerking
Twitch itch, and whoops look at you
All golden and round.
little bitch

[Tainted]

An acoustic song I wrote. Sounds nice.

Schadenfreude
I’m fuckin’ drunk, I’m sober as hell
I’m standin’ up tall, I’m crawlin’, I fell
It’s a beautiful day, it’s pitch black outside
Happiness surrounds me, I remember I cried

It’s the breath of life, but I’m so dead
I’m thinkin’ about, but there’s no thoughts in my head
I’m nourished with taste, I’m so thirsty
I’m drinkin’ a brew, the bottle’s empty

Misery
I cut your wounds and then sew them shut
I love how you depend me to fuck
Misery
I cut you open, I sew your decay
I cause the pain, then I take it away
Misery

I’m dying within, I’m smiling today
The skies are perfection, they’re cloudy and gray
I’m passive and preppy, I’m aggressive tonight
I’m looking to party, I’m looking to fight

The days they go by, the moments, they steer
Every picture is blurry, every image is clear
You’re pretty and movin’, you’re ugly and still
We can pull back the covers, then maybe we’ll

Misery
I cut your wounds and then sew them shut
I love how you depend me to fuck
Misery
I cut you open, I sew your decay
I cause the pain, then I take it away
Misery
I take the pleasure in cutting you up
I love the torture, and then how we fuck
Misery
I cut you open, I sew your decay
I cause the pain, then I take it away
To you I am God, but I’m tainted within
The ugliest of angels injected with sin
Misery

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Leon-IH]

Just a fragmented picture
Devoted to a shattered man
A man who's mission was to live
Who died when the shit hit the fan

He was a kind man, a gentle man
A creature of fucking genocide
One of the first colonial settlers
Enjoying the climates warm side

The first settlers love to fight
They thought they were right
They had the will, the will to kill
Plenty of native blood to spill

And still these people sit in honour
In the halls of the holy father
Use your religion to cover racism
Claim that your all in a way.. brother

[mistysakura]

Eh, figured that people post their poems in order for people to actually say something about them. So this will be a long list of comments for all the poems on this page.

Kiss Goodbye: I can't really relate with the ideas (I don't drink myself), but the rhythm to the poem was really nice and strong. And the style suits the content nicely.

Nameless: Beautiful, especially the third stanza. The metaphors really show the fragility of the relationship. it seems to be bordering between emotional prose and poetry, but that's a point of comment; I believe that poetry is in the eye of the beholder *coughclichecough*, and that no one can say "this is poetry" or "this isn't poetry". Anyway, good stuff.

PancaKe's untitled poem: Wow. The words have been carefully chosen to cut... or maybe that's just my strange obsession with angsty stuff. Anyway, a different side of you really comes out when you write poetry, and your writing seems to be influenced by the music you listen to. I think. Anyway, hope you continue the poem. The fragment in your sig is very powerful, I thought they were actual song lyrics from somewhere at first.

Shakespearonimics: lol, that was an amusing read. You should try a sonnet or something next time. And I did understand most of it, no worries, heh.

dh's untitled poem: I hate to say this, but I don't quite get it, so no comment.

Schadenfreude (what does that mean?): Same comment as aboe regarding the rhythm, and strong contrast/oxymorons used well. Although I don't seem to quite get their symbolic purpose (assuming the speaker isn't drunk, which is the only thing I can think of at the moment).

Leon-IH's untitled poem: Very strong message I do agree that religion isn't an excuse for genocide. But I thought the rhyming was a bit strained, like sometimes it seemed words were used jsut to make things rhyme. Or maybe that's jsut nitpicking or me seeing things where they don't exist. Meh.

Okay, now that I'm done with that, now onto my own poem, the only thing I've written this whole year. Was written as a prospective song, only no melody yet. So enjoy (oh yeah, highly influenced by haikus, random angsty, twisted minds and whatnot.) (Stuff in grey is whispered background stuff that won't actually be sung.)

Song of a Twisted Angel

Close your eyes, my child
May you never shed a tear
more than you need to

Threatening devils
The epitome of darkness
Cannot touch your smile

The evils of hell
Won't affect an innocent child...
Who's already dead

Am I a saviour or a killer?

Please forgive me, girl
Your mother, your murderer
I did it all for you...
to save you from evil
Turned your face to heaven
Away from the burning flames
Forever reflected in my eyes...

I'm crying form shame
My last memory of you
Frightened beyond words

Hazel eyes of mine
World of triggers reflected...
Hair smeared with our blood

It had to happen
Flames were lapping at your feet
But your lifeless gaze...

Am I a saviour or a killer?

Please forgive me, girl
Your mother, your murderer
I did it all for you
To save you from evil
Turned your face to heaven
Away from the burning flames
Forever reflected in my eyes...

Confusion
Strangling my conscience
Blind emotion
Flooding my soul...

Fallen angel, lost her wings
Blown towards eternal damnation
Better to die than to be burnt alive

But oh, my daughter, how I love you...

Please forgive me, girl
Your mother, your murderer
I don't know what I can do
No redemption for such evil
The past can't be undone
But as you watch me burn in flames
You might just realize...

Perhaps you might understand