Anyone want to post their poems for others enjoyment?

[LoveHatesYou]

We can give constructive critiscism, and just flat out enjoy your pain, sexiness, pensiveness, wonder, aimlessness, activism, or whatever it is you are expressing today. I'd like to read, so I"m sure others would as well. Don't be shy now.

[YoPlait]

The Game of Hearts

Sanity has never been more evident
than insanities breach
no wound afflicts posture
no rain ever wets
clarity is the mention of the name you swear was heaven sent
pining... it's just an affection
a small token to those we adore
lovers neck
with no progress
besides to earn the spoils of a nuclear free ticky-tack war
simply by locking limbs and gyrating hips
we must believe the utterances of honest lips
in jest... to suggest
that all to hope for... is a rotted out pirate ship
no ships in bottles
or anything that resembles time
apologies!!! to "loves" namesake
for it's games sake
that tongues flail thin
if asperations are attainment and the objective is to win
either be rich with winnings or be in love poor
for that i would know what you hold your cards so closely for...

[knightss]

these are song lyrics i just made today... as you can see they are not complete lol

i have a little demo of what the song is going to sound like if you are interested at all i'll send it to you.

verse 1:
the halcyon sky
matches the azure in your eyes
we do this waltz around
hearts are stopping at the sound
of your beauty
isn't it easy to see

chorus:
go on make a move tonight
this is an open invite

verse 2:
we ride on an angels wing
as the world is burning

[steve@Bangor]

hi ive done a few poems on myspace i like this one the best




Blinded by Love



Teenage Mum's isnt it a downpour

Bush and Blair couldnt find what they were looking for

The walls of the Vatican still the longest- running farce

I want to marry you, so nothing else matters



The Dictator's in the hot chair

claiming his right to rule

Yet all the people with the remote do

Is watch a popstar playing the fool



But I want to marry you so nothing else matters xx

[steve@Bangor]

hi ive done a few poems on myspace i like this one the best




Blinded by Love



Teenage Mum's isnt it a downpour

Bush and Blair couldnt find what they were looking for

The walls of the Vatican still the longest- running farce

I want to marry you, so nothing else matters



The Dictator's in the hot chair

claiming his right to rule

Yet all the people with the remote do

Is watch a popstar playing the fool



But I want to marry you so nothing else matters xx

[LoveHatesYou]

YoPlait- I love it. I will go into more detail at break time, but I love the fruitlessness of physicality just because a warm body is there (did I get that sentiment right?). I like the rhyme sceme too, that's something I never get right.

[YoPlait]

Thanks, and yes you are right about that.. but i don't wanna spill everything before you have a chance to write back so i will wait or post something else?

[YoPlait]

Honestly

we wandered like eyes across a crowded room
no plan
no destination
but eager to move
or eager to move you
to be propelled through your eyes
like tiny bits of paper
shredded for celebration or surprise
but somewhere along the way our wet footprints had dried
and forrest walls turned to barren fields
where everything had died
and capulets and montagues were ideas by design
a token joke or memories poke of all that's left behind
dawn was shutting her sweet eyes
the wind burned a hollow hum to replicate your sighs
the sun is hiding somewhere in the skies
and if you listen close, i'd tell you
even the sun lies babe, even the sun lies
somewhere.........

[thisisthe3nd]

POST HYPNOTIQ STRESS

The fear lies underneath, as the wines begin to flow
Once too many times we've marched on down that road


We bid farewell to all our problems
To all our dreams
And to all our ambitions


We hope decanters will hold those we left behind
So we can gather them another time

Time is ever dwindling
The volume is decreasing
Hurry fast smart boy
Your last hopes are receding

We hope decanters will hold those we left behind
So we can gather them another time

One more for times sake
He won't mind a bit
Hurry fast smart boy
Your last hopes are receding

Stupid f*ck; you dont stand a chance...

[jl_rona]

Speaking of "Myspace"... I've made a terrible passion for the lead singer of WHITE ROSE MOVEMENT band.

Here is the latest poem dedicated to him:

ACCIDENT

I?m the triangle-shaped broken glass
Transcribing the code of our accident;
Dark fairy smothered by English teargas,
Awakened once in a while by our happiness? fragment;

I?m the far away square lighting your star-
Inner distrust kneeled on amnesia and millions of tears-,
The dramatic picture of a crushed car,
On your godlike impression wasting my lyrics?

I?m the rock-shaped belief comatosely estranging the meanings,
Disassembly inertly laid on a lonely street of mind?
Breathless thought embracing in strange injured arms
Your sky-like saints ? legends of my latent feelings?

Speak to me, ghost shaped by the holy nothing of yesterday,
Allow the blink to enter your true tones of dismay?!
?Help cries flow on the river of my veins-
Purple maze hospitalizing the invented heat of your flames?

Silent lucidity still laughing from behind a wall?
?Don?t go?
?It?s just me - the virus, the spam, the wordy edge and the troll
Rolling down God?s peaks on virtual passion channels-
The decried post-mortem scream idolizing the fall,
Retardate holding up to ridicule the goal,
A sequence of effete expenses,
Past love belatedly giving birth to my theoretical senses?

~Vera

AND HERE IS AN ENTIRE COLLECTION DEDICATED TO HIM AND FRAMED ON MY OWN WEBSITE:

www.veraland.ro/finnvinewhiterosemovement/

enjoy!

[ktmayo05]

open wide

when did the clock become an epic saga?
ramble on about peace lilies and germany
there's nothing else I'd rather do
no where Id rather be
than driving great lengths from here.
window down
stereo nearly busting speakers
marlboro in hand
I'm gone.

and brought back.
a bullet in the head would be less painful
than the nails being hit in my ears.
back to where I started.
the second hand pounding away
further and deeper every time.

thirteen days to go.
the faces aren't as visible as they should be
in fact, theyve never been seen.

"being loved by you
is like being told a perpetual story.
your imagination is filled with vast fields of green
and your heart is open wide."
that takes me away.
running my fingers across the blades of grass
smelling the pine from the distance
that the silent wind brings me.
I just want to be where the sun shines down on me
kissing my skin and not devouring.

where is my pasture?
where is the release that I search for,
as I sit in this building with the ones I loathe.
why does this clock have this vendetta against me,
always bringing me back
to where I don't want to be?

[knightss]

Destruction of Beauty

A landscape of backwoods and beauty
destroyed at the hands of the rich and snooty
a plethora of dreams and memories
pave the way for costly homes and s.u.v.'s
where a boy once sat with congnizance in solitude
is now marked with a red "X"
spraypaint imbued
one day they'll wonder what the essence of beauty is
and i'll tell them it only exists in the memory
of one..
young boy


i wrote this a couple of day ago. they are doing construction and building 100+ homes in an area where i have many childhood memories. i hate that they are clearing the entire land =(

[nola]

After English

Tuesdays we rode the rush-
hour 6 train
down the upper east side?s
arterial vein
Lexington Avenue
eventually I sat
on the cramped backcar bench
you hung over me
leant me an old song
through half of your headphones
I dug through my schoolbag
spilt goldfish cracker crumbs
swimming ?round lipsticks,
pens, and the pages
of your autographed Vonnegut
from the afternoon you found him next-door
sitting on the famous sculpture:
LO
VE
I read every word
of your paperback
they smelled like
stale weed and cat?
there,
I give it back and
you get off at 14th street
walk square to your therapist
I wait underground until Astor place
meet a familiar face at stairtop
let him buy me tea,
rainbow cookies
while north of me you sink
deep in the cold leather chair
let your mother?s worry
drive you downward
spill some secrets I won?t ask to hear
pronounce your father?s name
speak his exit, stage right.

[jv711]

SIN

It started out,
I taste his lips.
Sweeter then any fruit,
The taste of sin.
In the freezing air,
I feel his heat.
His body pressed against mine,
The faster and faster the hearts beat.
My body shivers,
Drunk like with Divine.
My hands flutter over his body,
Searching the surfaces.
Skimming his skin my hands sweat,
Slipping around feels like butter.
Buttons come on snapped,
The barriers peels off.
Hunger grows more intense,
Kisses linger things slow down.
I spread across ready I wanted to give,
To just him only him all of me.
Burning sensations of pain at first,
I hold on tight to his hand.
It Eases away into pleasure,
Devours me hold.
When it?s over I take a deep breath,
And I just hold on to him tight.
I think to myself,
That wasn't my taste of sin.
That was the taste of his love,
And all of my love I have for him.

[LoveHatesYou]

Wet


Under water,

floating in my self- inflicted-

weakness-encouraged

personalized-purgatory,

face slack,

eyes open,so this time perhaps I will learn.

everything red,

fire-burning-retinas

I tilt my head

where is up?

which is down?

Which direction will take me to where i must needs be?

to embrace what I want

out of my existence

to stop these lungs from burning

burn as if a colony of fire ants

let loose and given cigarettes,

which they suck on greedily

as they scurry around my heart

where my oxygen should be.

blue dots in my peripheal vision.

I stay still.

my hair looking like an anenome, the only sign of life about me.

I cannot shake the water from my mind,

cannot squeeze it out of my hair.

Somewhere in this feeling

is this realization-

I Am ...

sad,

lonely,

I am not alright.