See... Thats a poem! Good work, Austin!I actually enjoyed that one
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Pretty sad poem i found
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lol glad you liked that one.
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Post your stuff!
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Simple pleasures for simple minds, I guess.I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain....Emily DickinsonI felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading--treading--till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through--And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum--Kept beating--beating--till I thoughtMy Mind was going numb--And then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith those same Boots of Lead, again,Then Space--began to toll,As all the Heavens were a Bell,And Being, but an Ear,And I, and Silence, some strange RaceWrecked, solitary, here--And then a Plank in Reason, broke,And I dropped down, down, and down--And hit a World, at every plunge,And Finished knowing--then--Well, it rhymes....make what you will of that.
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This isn't to you hon, you're just the last post.........Purple- steve- can you both give it a rest for gods sake! I am sick of reading your petty arguments...........Yes steve purple doesn't always add to the discussion, however, I and im sure others would just ignore it, you making a big deal of it makes things worse, and instead of a stupid one off comment in a thread, the whole thread goes to hell............Purple, do you think you could add something, anything constructive to a thread, just once, try it you might like it!
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AMEN!
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I added a pretty poem
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You did hon, sorry, now can we all play nice
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You use words that leave scars deep inside,you yell and scream the anger never subsides.I don't dare, ever, answer backso I just sit and suffer through the verbal attack.But then, one day, words aren't enoughyou decide you need to get rough.I look away so you pull my hairand shove me forcefully into a chair."YOU STUPID BITCH!!" you scream and rant,you're so furious you gasp and pant.You pull your arm back and whack my cheekleaving behind angry red streaks.You stomp up the stairs, saying you're going to bed,I just sit on the floor full of dread.I dont even want to enter our room,knowing the tirade will resume.I'd rather just stay up all nightthan have you use me out of spite.You can do what you want because you're bigger and stronger.I wish I could tell you you couldnt be wronger.I wait until you're sound asleepThen, on pins and needles, up the stairs creep.I should have known, right on cue, you wake up and want to screw.I'm a timid little fool so I give in,shivering at the feel of your hand on my skinAfter, you look at me and say "You better never get fatbecause if you do I'll leave you, dont ever forget that"As you turn your back on me, i feel battered and sore,but I'm relieved, at last, to just be ignored. Deep, soulless eyes, empty while filled with pain,jagged spikes of lightning piercing through the pouring rain;Lying on my bed in the middle of the night,trying vainly to sleep as i swallow down my fright.I don't understand why im so filled with fear,even though i know that he's nowhere near.I cant bear this pain i feel,it's so overwhelming its surreal.Feeling the tears pouring in torrents down my cheeks,hating myself for being so damned weak;wishing i could share the secret i keep,but the lump in my throat wont let me speak,My heart is brimming with despair, and its like i don't even care.Life is a prison in which i dwell, or maybe im dead and this is really hellIn the night when I'm in my bed, tossing restlessly in tortured sleepmonsters and demons lurk in my head,from memories into my dreams they creep.Until I wake they have free reign,I can't control them they go where they please.This relentless incubus is my bane,its like I have a chronic disease.Usually I wait for morning light,keeping busy just to stay awake.Instead of again reliving the fright,that slithers through my dreams like a venomous snake"I love you," he said, I'll never hurt you" He lied. What he did to me was surreal...he stole my sanctity, shattered my serenity,he crushed my heart and infected my soul. The sleepless nights i toss and turn are more than i'll ever admit. Sleep is my elusive enemy, for in my dreams i relive the nightmare i woke up in, the horror of what he was doing to me. Nothing can change what happened, ever. I felt filthy, used, wasted, poisonous, infectious, and vulnerable, because of him. He changed me, changed my life forever, and i hate him for it. He stole for himself what i wasn't ready to give, and i can never get it back. He still has an iron grip on my heart, like a fist squeezing, crushing, dragging it down into my stomach. Why did he do it, that yesterday ages ago, those few minutes of horror a lifetime long,trapped in my head,relived endlessly in my dreams. I don't understand. He said he loved me...how could he...?...why????I feel his eyes on me where ever i go,whether he's really there i never know. I seem to live in constant fear,that he may be somewhere near. If ever i saw him again, i think i might just go insane.Would i punch,scream, bite and kick,or smash his brains in with a brick?Will i be able to look into his face,and make him pay for my disgrace ?I only hope to keep my terror at bay, and stand up to him without running awayDrunk again and mad as can be,need an easy target and the loser is me.Rant and rave, scream and cuss,making me feel like infected pus.But i guess i'm lucky,your weapons of choiceare no more than your mouth and your voice.You don't leave marks or bruises outsideall my scars are hidden,buried deep inside.I'm "stupid,lazy,useless..." your typical speechEvery time i hear it i want to drink bleach.But then,later,you're looking to scoreso you wake me up,your little whore.You've evidently forgotten what you said,But i can't,your words still echo in my head.It's the last thing i want but i don't dare say "No"I gave up fighting back long ago.So i just lay here while you have your way,my body is there but my mind's far away.You turn your back on me and go to sleep,I creep to the bathroom,sit there and weep.Crying so hard my shoulders heaveI wish only for the strength to leave.Longing to live without any fear,thinking to myself,"God i HATE beer!!!!"
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"When I'm Gone, Remember"I smiled at you and you at me,but neither wanted to guarantee,that we'd talk to each other the next day,or even acknowledge one another with a 'hey'.When I'm gone, remember.Day after day, we nodded and wavedand more and more the road to friendship was paved.Soon we sat surrounded by others at lunch breaks,and were buying eaach other birthday cakes.When I'm gone, remember.But no matter how close we became,never those terrible words did I exclaim.The ones that terrified me for so many years,and hid so well from our peers.When I'm gone, remember.Days at a time, I would miss for treatment,and your questions of where I'd gone were persistent.I couldn't tell you, imagining the look on your face,but when you worked it out, me did you embrace.When I'm gone, remember.You said I was there when things were badespecially when your parents had gone mad.To me you wished to return the deed,so when my eyes cannot open, to me you read.When I'm gone, remember.When I leave, just imagine I've gone awayfor with you a bit of me will always stay.Just know that I'm in your heartand I know my memory will make your eyes smart.When I'm gone, remember.To ask one more thing, i should not dobut since our friendship held like glue,and from each other we cannot dismember,when I'm gone, remember.
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No offense taken.Wow....have I ever mentioned I find "take-charge" women incredibly hot???
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Wow, can you ever stop flirting with her??
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Purple, shut up i like it LOL
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In reply to:
I meant shallow as not deep. Fake as in I think he/she is just a fake/phoney person.
It's a little too emo for my tastes and I think he/she doesn't express themselves well.
I'm in agreeance. Does anyone use DeviantARt.com? If you siv through all the repetitive, boring, unoriginal stuff thats all "I" "Me" "I" "Me" "I" "Me" "whine whine whine".
That being said I have a great deal of respect for anyone that at least gives poetry a go. I'm sure those that stick with it do in time expand their poetic skills. I would also like to add that I havnt read the poem at the start of this thread and my comments are not directed at it personally, my comment is just in support of those who feel similarly about many modern teenage poets.
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In reply to: I like Shakespeares poems, and one that rhyme School has made me temporarily tired of Shakespeare, my favorites are Byron, Shelley and Edgar Allan Poe. Rhyme is good but I aint opposed to free verse.
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I dont see why everyone is arguing, poetry is whatever it is to the person who is reading it. I may find somthing shitty because I dont like depressing stuff, aimed to depress kinda poetry isnt my thing, I like my recreational stuff to make me happy. Somone may love it and call it amazing, they may read a poem I like and call it stupid and badly wrote. Whatever thats personal opinion, there is a big diferance to stating your opinion and having a go at somone. And defining what is poetry and what is not is so pointless and petty, poetry is what the person feels poetry is. I feel some song lyrics are poetry, W/e if somone disagrees fine but they are to ME and thats what counts. When I said I didnt like those kind poem to silenttears I was stating my opinion, big deal, I said why etc. If he likes the poem and I dont does that make him bad? Lol no not at all, it means nothing, its great that he has found somthing he enjoys, this is all blowen so out of proportion. I dont get what people are trying to get at apart from boosting their internet penis (which no onje gives a fuck about btw). Jeez you all need to stop getting offened by fucking opinions.
Steve it seems like you totaly have some vendeta againt PurpleStain I remember you used to pull this kind of shit with me when I came on the boards with little pokes at me in threads and then they would turn into some fucking stupid argument and you would bring up irelivent shit like when you used to basicaly imply stuff like I was an alcoholic moron. Cut the crap dude its not cool. Youre a smart guy and I dont dislike you or anything I just felt sometimes you go over the top.
So now that you all realise that in the grand scale of life arguing about petty crap and making eachother angry on a message board thats about dicks, pussies, and ass warts is STUPID and wont get you anywhere lets calm the fuck down and post things other than squabbling.
*I replyed to you silent cus its just a general rant, it wasnt directed at you or anything :smile:
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AMEN!!
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That was all well said! I have no clue how this got in a big fight! seems like you can't like poems anymore!
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Dude chill, its not that big of a deal. > "You say we're too serious? This is serious!"It really isnt, if he is doing terriable things like you say just thow a moderator a message. I havnt noticed him saying anything terriable but maybe Im not that observent :/. Arguments like the one in this thread dont solve anything, hell the argument didnt even go anywhere, but ruined a prefectly fine topic. At the end of the day this is just a message board, dont get yourself so wound up about it > "A lot of people do and when I try to answer him outside a certain thread (because he always gets jumped for hijacking), then I get my threads locked and my stars get knocked down to one!"If it gets you in troubble just PM him what you want to say. Not all conversations have to be public
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you're not even a mod, and you just out beat all of them! (exept ineliglbe )We should totally go Emo hunting on Myspace!