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My poetry. Rate it.

 
 
stuh505
 
Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 12:31 am
they aren't all about women..some of them are actually quite different. I hope you have time to read them all. You only need to read them each once. Except the last one, you need to read at least 3 times, and think carefully about each word, for it means so much.

EDIT - the first ones probably aren't the best so don't get discouraged because they are less advanced.

Here they come with their
big sticks, guns,
and flaming torches.
Little boy, it's
time to run.

Here come the village people
after the freak;
here come the village people
to punish the weak.


you are a butterfly
who lives in my chest
your wings flutter
when I think of you

those delicate wings
pump the blood through
my heart sings
I can't live without you

but those beautiful wings
are hidden from view
you're separated from the others
trapped against your will

you're a butterfly
you were made for the light
I'd like you to stay but
you must take flight

your wings will carry you far
from the gaping bloody hole
you leave in my chest


I want a girl that's complicated,
underestimated, pondered, and
heavily debated.
I want a girl that's complicated
in her normalcy, not overrated.

Belated, long awaited, and
intimately un-rated.
I want a girl that's complicated;
sexually, explicitly -
not submissive and outdated.


you're still here
and I'm holding you tightly
because you are here
I've got to hold on to you
when you are here

I've got to hold on to you
while you are still here
and I've got to hold on to you
when you are here
'cuz I don't know where you'll be
tomorrow


I have some hawk eyes
can see through any disguise
I can see what you've been up to
I can see through your lies
I can see your memories
Your friends
And your demise

My hawk eyes
can see through any disguise
but mine


Just point your finger in any direction
I'll focus my creativity for your affection
Please point your finger now
in any direction

I'm working my magic
I'm using my tools
unleash me
I'll make something happen

I need an outlet
for all this energy
that's boiling up inside of me

I'm too excited for TV
I'm too excited for anything
I need something real to do

So please point your finger
and please point my finger
in any direction


my life dwindles away
down to nothing
sitting here thinking
something


fortune hurl at he who sane
soar be the one who tries
trouble be as humble you
in sooth I do not stake for shame


You don't want me anymore,
and it's killing me.
I don't know why;
I never wanted you before.
But now that you've finally got me,
You don't want me.

I thought I couldn't live without you.
I thought I loved you, but
I was wrong.

Now I know what I want, what I need;
I need a girl who loves me too,
I need a girl who looks just like you.

I saved up all my money,
now it's time to get you that
lobotomy.


Nails are raining down;
piercing my roof,
shredding tarpaper,
splintering timbers,
shattering glass, and
tearing sheetrock.

Nails are raining down;
penetrating my skin,
muscle, bone, and fat.

Nails are raining down;
more than I want,
more than I need.
They are driving me crazy, and
making me bleed.


she answers quickly
without thinking

always with a philosophical rebuke
that makes me want to vomit hurl
and puke

something like:
"that's precisely why it doesn't make sense"
did you even hear what I said?
are your ears dead?

now I understand why you are so "good at arguing"
its because everyone gets fed up
because you don't UNDERSTAND A SINLGE THING they say,
but you just keep on arguing anyway
until they shake their head
and turn the other way like me


rubber felt this way of shine
rough jointed finnick tongue
slippery feet and elbow slide
a collection incarnate these toys of mine
automaton

the singing melody
calcium chrome note wise
rafters hearting worthy tune
a museum of my yearning word

when to lie forever seen
of extra number nine and seven
pushing plates to part for way
like manacles of steadfast gold
jangling by the street unchained


silence is a frightening awaking
a kindling of spirit thin
to die for and to deliver
so spread your panic thin
you've never seen such kin

the shadows are surrounding you
in a coffin so dire to perish
all night's flower

forever you're my hero
a knight to be so bold
will extinguish any flame
the truth will be untold

he writes of nature
and the birds and the trees
the pleasure it gives him
oh it brings me to my knees

she writes of the waxing moon
and the crimson sky, the open
fields and the thick pine forests.
oh, it brings me to my knees.

of butterflies, melting snow,
ice crystals and chestnut groves.
a flower is good looking I guess
but it's nothing compared to a girl


I play a lot of women
and I let them play me
my wind up doll Clarise
I'll let you wind up me.

No two are ever alike
but women, yes women
I know a lot about you
each and every one of you.

Clarise I see has gone
but I still know women
I play a lot of women
and I let them play me.


darkness overwhelming
my lost thoughts

forever past and present in this
searing scraping lines of fire
slicing my skin in neat strokes, it peels
curling over like paper to the flames

running, screaming, all logic put
to rest for once, I exist for once
more than anything else

fifteen years removed I am crying like a baby
instinct cries out my mother's name because
I've never been so scared in my life


My chest heaves spastically
with the fevered convulsions of my exertion;
drowsy legs can no longer carry me,
drowsy brain no longer tells them to.

You may say, "hello,"
and you may say, "good job" -
you may say anything
but I won't be listening

I fall down
the Earth is solid, like so much less that I know
it's sticking to my palm and
sweaty clean of my skin

here I heave for another eternity
and know that I have used myself today
saved one more day to the shaky rationale
that makes perfect clarity


I crawl from under your bed and
out of your closet with flailing rubber limbs
grotesque, disfigured form. I hobble
by, struggling with these useless tools
I am the abomination

run away and hide forget me
lock me up don't let me steal your children
I'll eat them don't let me share your food
I'll contaminate you my vile presence
will put you all in quarantine.

don't bother to think what it's like
to walk with crooked legs
like a tortured spider
crumbling under
its own weight.


When the world is up
And you are down--
When the sky is falling
On your town,

Just let the rain
Wash your tears away.
Discard your clothes,
And all your cares.
Flaunt yourself
To the neighborhood bare!

Jump in the mud puddle,
Soil your hair,
There's a grin on your face,
But I've never felt so clean!

The sky is cold
But we've been so bold
That I don't care,
Because laughter
Is warmer than the air!


My hopes were so high 5 minutes ago
Now it's hit me and I'm falling down
My stomach has near hit the ground

Time has stopped
Because there's no solution
I can't think of anything to say
It's all meaningless now
Yet so important

No, we will not be together
No, I do not want to be your friend
But I will be


there's a list in my mind
it goes way back in time
I can't remember them all now
but each and every one
is baby #1

It's just a face
another face
I wish I could be blind

Once again,
I've never been so empty
I've never been so scared
and I don't wanna be so
but baby they don't compare

'cuz each time I see a face
I melt away, into that grace
here it goes my life
out the window

just like all the rest
baby, you're #1


never forget that
your life is a game
and never forget
from where you came

you're not really living,
you're just killing time
pick up the pencil
and write down a line


your eyes burn a hole into my memory.
and something about them makes me
look at you without all rationality,
everything else aside I know
I can't live without you now.

this feeling is new,
it's all about you.
my mind is racing and wandering,
I can't find anything else to do
but think about you

ultraviolet girl, I need your sunburn
and your skin, need to feel you
against my skin.

all the rest have slipped away,
under the covers and disappeared.
you are so different, and so,
I fear.


Have I been so jaded
My life it seems you've shaded
With every passing girl
I see the fear of you again
I'm so near to you again

You've taught me so many lessons
But one lesson I need to unlearn
I've lost that innocent admiration
That I so admire

And I could never trust another again
Turned me around, you did
Look where I've been
Standing in the shade again


I have forgotten what I love
Or have I lost it?
The things around me have fallen
Lost their desire and I
Have I lost my ambition?

The things I love are forgotten
I can't remember what I used to do
How could I ever live this way
Now I've got nothing left to say
Nothing left today


Girls. They used to lift my heart
but that innocence is gone now,
I can see what they're about.

Canniving bitches, lounging in
palaces built of male piety
they drape themselves in garments
of human skin and
drink human blood.

Thriving with some sexual pleasure
off of our desire, they see us like
cattle or prey to be sucked dry
from the neck and then spat out at the
peak of endearment for a hearty laugh.

Girls. Empty, heartless, immature,
low-self esteem, naïve, unhappy.
They lack the intelligence for happiness
but they have just enough to take yours.

What is this curse? I know what they are about
yet each time I see a new one my
instinct takes over
Spirituality said, "love wasn't blind,
the dumb is what they have in mind."
Nobody said it better.


I'm slipping away now,
Disappearing into the crowd.
I'm not like them, but no one will know
If I don't let them near.

My life is falling down like the pants around my ankles
And left me with one question:
Should I be caring?


in the mirror, i stand
making a new plan
a face a smile a swagger
i stand
i look so much older
than in the photographs
i am thumbing through
old faces, old smiles
old friends
i once knew


Long ago a statue was carved out of marble with perfect chiseled features
He stood proudly in the center of his town,
He stood over little Ricky's baptism,
first kiss, and last virgin night.
Little Ricky moved away, but other boy's came with time.
Tom, Peter, Jen, and Sarah.
All this time he stood still, smiling, proudly,
Because he was perfect.
So perfect that he never saw his own first kiss.
As the children came and went he longed for that kiss himself.
Girls would come and sit under him,
And he would look into their eyes lovingly, and they would look at him equally,
And sometimes fall asleep in the crook of his shoulder.
But a few hours later they would always leave him.
And each time he grew a small crack, which flawed him in some way.
They would always leave him.
This he learned, and this he hated, and they too, he grew to hate.
Tom, and Peter, and Jen, and Sarah.
He realized they were not his friends like Ricky.
He stopped looking at them lovingly,
He stood tall, because he was perfect, and didn't need anybody to be perfect.
He stared instead at the beautiful moon and the stars, just thinking.
He thought of Ricky, and if only they could be like Ricky.
Then one day he saw Ricky walking down the street again.
His heart leapt with joy, but Ricky didn't appear to see him.
He was with a woman, he had a house, and kids.
He had never moved away,
He had just grown weary of the statue.
And at that moment, each crack in the statue opened just a bit wider.
And the statue no longer stood proud, because how could he?
He was no more perfect than the rocks under his feet.
And like the rocks under his feat, he began to split and crumble.
To the cobblestones he fell,
To be trodden over by children to come.


Never forget where you are
And who you are
Hold your head up high
Look over their heads
And you will see:

Birds buzzing bees
Soaring trees singing
Leaves falling bark
Dogging skin Peeling
People falling
Upside down In circles.

Never forget where you are
And who you are
Or you'll get lost in the sea
Keep your head on your shoulders
Roll the dice
And move


i was in the desert with some friends, on top of a tall desert hill, with a cliff halfway down the hill
we were on top
and started eating salty peanuts even though we were already thirsty
i just couldnt get enough of those damn peanuts
but the peanuts made me stop caring about everyting else
everything
and i started to roll down the hill
but i didnt care i just kept eating those peanuts
and i came to the cliff
and rolled off
looking up
smiling at my friend
as she looked down at me in horror
plunging to my death
i was so happy


The pillars of life doth wither
The faces of ice doth weep
The ageless crown hath broken
The sharpest edge doth sleep
Un'er the toes of the sacred heart
He hath loved so dearly


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INNOCENCE EXPOSED

Look what they've done to you
Poor sobbing wretch
Miserable child with arms outstretched
Hug me, hug him, hug anyone
Touch as many people as you can
Cling to the love you will never understand

Who's so lonely, and always surrounded?
Your schemes scheme against yourself and
Your words are a jumble that attest to your own ignorance
You are the most innocent child of us all
Afraid of the world and how to be happy
Didn't need school, don't want real friends
Passively waiting for your dream to the end

Who runs naked with clothes on?
The raiment of intrigue discarded
Your secrets, our gossip
A bony carcass is all I see
Your mystery's gone and so are we
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cavfancier
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 12:39 am
First off, just a tech note...some of the light-coloured fonts, yellow and pale blue in particular, are really hard to read.

Now, on to the writing. I think this was my favorite:

I want a girl that's complicated,
underestimated, pondered, and
heavily debated.
I want a girl that's complicated
in her normalcy, not overrated.

Belated, long awaited, and
intimately un-rated.
I want a girl that's complicated;
sexually, explicitly -
not submissive and outdated.

Maybe it's because it reminds me of my wife, but it's nice work. I like all of it really. Keep writing, and posting.
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stuh505
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 12:42 am
I want your wife.

just kidding
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cavfancier
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 12:46 am
Heh heh...I like your work, honestly.
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stuh505
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 12:53 am
here i wrote you a quick crappy poem because i cant believe how fast you managed to read em all and comment:

boil boil toil and trouble
work work evrey day
making magic out of rubble
this is where i come to play

im writing about my strange ability to work on a project for days and weeks at a time without stopping to dress or eat or talk to other people...
Razz

also, check out some riddles i wrote today (my first attempt at riddle writing):
http://www.able2know.com/forums/about25417.html
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cavfancier
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 01:00 am
I'm a quick reader, but not much up for riddles. I am helping my wife with her LSAT tests, especially regarding timing. It is a bit ironic actually, as she makes more money than I do. Laughing Have you checked out this thread?

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1332

This thread has been a true pleasure for me.
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stuh505
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 01:19 am
That's cool, that's pretty much what I do. Most of my poems are written as they come out of my head, and then I just rearrange the lines. I believe that poems are more pure when written from from the spur. Every now and then I edit, like in innocence exposed, which relied so much on prose. But for some reason I enjoy much more to write it than to read it, why I cannot say, its relaxing to this day to put to words my thoughts in such clever ways...
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cavfancier
 
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Reply Wed 26 May, 2004 01:23 am
Post some stuff in that thread then. I'm sure it would be appreciated.
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