Poetry and Such...

[Yourstranger13]

Just submit poems you have read and like, or orginal stuff. I Just like poetry ingeneral. If you want an opinion or comments on what ou wrote, ask. Otherwise, dont mess around with what people wrote unless that what they put it up for. I'll start off with somethng I worte not too long ago:

Emptiness,
This void just a familiar caress,
Time passes, always a second guess,
Questioning why,
What is life being pulled by?
Constantly continuing, never going anywhere,
Nowhere is becoming much too hard to bear,
Is there any good reason to pretend to care?
Habit results in progression,
Life is a worthless competition,
And I cant see the finish line,
If only I could buy some time,
Break this rhythm and this rhyme,
Routine is slowly taking its toll,
Hold so few years, yet feel so old,
Old and worn,
Soul full of scorn,
For a world full of nothing but the same,
Mindless bodies fighting to win the game,
Cant even place, my motivation is lame,
Purpose and passion are what I lack,
Something, anything, to put me back on track,
Find myself and happiness,
Forget all this trouble and this mess,
So tired of feeling so much less.

* Fell free to comment, I dont mind

[GorgonlaVacaTremendo]

It is much more freevers, but I figure it lands in the "Such" category.  And don't say you're fine with people sharing their opinions on your first thread, trust me on this one.  .

Roads

A stranger once asked me why I held this rose to the West.  This rose, my only keepsake of a once flourishing love, which was once alive, just as this withering rose blossom was.  I told this young man the reason for my tribute, how the coal black rose was not what it seemed.  This rose was, and forever will be, my never-dying love for she who dismantled my heart.  I have hopes, mere dreams of which nothing could possibly assemble, that my love will be like the setting sun, gone for now, but certainly the sun will rise again at dawn.  The sun never fails to die, nor does it fail to rise once more.  I then told this young man that the road which Apollo himslef rides will never be paved, but the sun still rises after each set.  Should not Aphrodite's road be the same?

[JP Dogberry]

Urge...to...kill...Rising...

[fuzzyoctopus]

I think this technically goes in the Everything Else part, as writing group was created pretty much for fiction writers.

[Gemm: Rock & Roll Star; Born to Rock]

/me jumps into Devil's Advocate costume.

Well Fuzzy, I'd say this is a perfect place for such a thread. Since It is the Writing Group place, and writers also write poetry.

Which makes me think now. Could we have a meeting of the poets once, or even every other week? I think it could be fun.

Display your enthusiasim here.

[Archon]

 Â   Yeah I think this is the perfect place for such a topic. I write some fantasy and short stories, but I find that it is much easier and relaxing to write poetry, so I write it when I am not in the mood to write for a very long time. This way I can see the results of my work much faster and it is more satisfying short term. I would like to know what it feels like to finish a full length story, but I haven't found my focus yet so I can't stay with it. Poetry comes as a welcome release.

    Gemm that could work, but until we get a couple more people interested it doesn't seem worth it.

    Hey JP that killing instinct is fun isn't it? Killing and violent poetry is accepted as well, I have a stockpile of it

[Archon]

Kids Under The Stairs

Keeping the people unawares
Hiding in the shadows
Pleasantly knowing that nobody cares
Who they are, nobody knows
Maybe thats what they wanted
If it is so then it really shows
They always seem to be haunted
By the thought of being discovered
In the shadows they remain undaunted
And while they themselves remain covered
Not trying to make a sound
Hiding away anywhere tucked into the cupboard
Dont try to look, they wont be found
Dont try to look, dont try to look
Dont try to look around
Stand above the crowd hustling like a crook
Stand on the pedestal yell and scream
Hope you like the path that you took
Hope you have fun, when you laugh and beam
Hope you are getting what you
Really wanted, that its not just a dream
Watch as you act, taking your cue
But you really must know
That I really do hate you

[Archon]

You Can't Burn Fire

Find the moon just as bright as before
but something is changing, down to the core
the stars are burning, but they seem so cold
and you are letting go of everything you want to hold
the fire returns, and then you realize
that it doesnt help going through all of the whys
because you can't burn fire, can't melt the sun
can't stop the rain, can't quit until you are done
the sky won't drop, the mountains will stand tall
the ocean will run deep, ground won't catch you if you fall
so the only way to win is to be the fire
stupidity fuels it, the rage rules it
hate what you will, don't hold back
if you see weakness then you attack
if you hurt just shrug it off, ignore it
change is the only enemy for it
stay how you like, like how you are
and never show anyone the scar
because you can't burn the fire
you won't build your own pyre
for someone else to set you aflame
that is for you and you alone
something for your very own
just don't let it turn
into something else
let it burn, let it burn

[Archon]

Hey Gemm post some of your poetry, maybe if we start posting regularly then it will generate interest.

[Gemm: Rock & Roll Star; Born to Rock]

Wel, since I'd rather not re-post everything here, I'll just post a link to the thread.

Here

Enjoy. Also you can go to http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=FordPrefect to find any that may not have shown up here. Which I doubt.

[Archon]

Where are you taking me?
Have I been there before, I cant see
Very rocky, I am tripping and stumbling
There seems to be a track where we are tumbling
Too bad nobody thought to pave around here
As it is most travel together, it comforts their fear
But I know that I can deal with the obstacles that come
You can see me do I look dumb?
No comfort in numbers, I trod alone
Listening to the wind in its gentle tone
The silence to me it doesnt press
It is softer like the winds caress
They say that everyone takes this trip sometime
They say that they remember, their understanding is prime
Nobody remembers this they have gone on to bigger things
They all loom above, sulking upon the thrones of kings
Cant look ahead nor gaze longingly back
Tirelessly must I tread this undistinguished track
Have to be productive, not living day to day
No I am not meant to live my own way
Every day brings renewed despair
This isnt fair, it isnt fair
I wake up in the morning and ask myself why do I walk this trail
Ive been looking for an answer, been chasing my tail
Hello? Hello? are you listening to me?
Wherever could he be, be calm, calm is the key
Lift off the blindfold and open your eyes
Oh wow will you look at the size
Of the nothingness that wraps all around
Just the black, and nothing to hear, there isnt a sound
It looks like all this was, was nothing
Nothing but a bumpy trail that I hope leads to something

[Maxwell]

Heartstrings
I saw a hit-and-run, it pulled at my heartstrings.
I'm always made sad by these things,
Especially when the little dead boy,
Tries to open me up like a toy.
Into my chest he pried,
And pulled at the strings until I cried.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

man, there's one of these for everything.

[Archon]

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen
in every wood, in every spring
there is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know

but all the while I sit and think
of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door

- The Fellowship of the Ring

[Maxwell]

monkey see monkey doo
monkey dont see monkey doo
monkey step in monkey doo.