The Poem Thread.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee a répondu le Fri 25 Apr, 2003 @ 6:52pm |
 Coolness: 87075 | Trees growing
without wonder. Its raining hear the thunder. Eyes wide open too focused on hopin'. suffocating, procrastinating. Stuck with choice, cant hear the voice. I'll let myself drown, I'll never be found. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive a répondu le Tue 29 Apr, 2003 @ 8:07pm |
 Coolness: 63915 | i see the dead everywhere i look
sallow skinned phantoms with glazed eyes and trudging steps they sleep in shallow graves acceptance was all it took no fight left no fire to heat their souls all passions smothered or given up for material goods eternal twilight for those damned to this hell comatose victims of this world the wheel they turn will crush them they will not even be aware for they never were trudge on then..... leave me to my dreams and nightmares |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer a répondu le Thu 1 May, 2003 @ 9:53pm |
 Coolness: 92275 | And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale The blinded eyes that see The chaos Bring the pitiful to me Even though I'm wide awak, i will. & blackest night & I wait for you It's cold in here there's no one left & I wait for you & nothing stops it happening And I knew I'd cherish all my misery alone And I wait, staring at the northern star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold he will ruin the world tonight All the angels kneel to the northern lights Kneel into the frozen lights And they paid to cry and cry for you Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow I cried cause you were doomed Praying to the wound that swallows All that's cold and cruel Can you see the trees, charity and gratitude, They run to the pines Our misery runs wild and free & I knew the fire and the ashes of his grace.. And I wait staring at the northern star I'm afraid it won't lead you very far He's so cold he will win the world tonight All the angels kneel into the frozen lights Feel their hearts, they're cold and white |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer a répondu le Thu 1 May, 2003 @ 9:56pm |
| Coolness: 92275 | And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale The blinded eyes that see The chaos Bring the pitiful to me Even though I'm wide awak, i will. & blackest night & I wait for you It's cold in here there's no one left & I wait for you & nothing stops it happening And I knew I'd cherish all my misery alone And I wait, staring at the northern star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold he will ruin the world tonight All the angels kneel to the northern lights Kneel into the frozen lights And they paid to cry and cry for you Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow I cried cause you were doomed Praying to the wound that swallows All that's cold and cruel Can you see the trees, charity and gratitude, They run to the pines Our misery runs wild and free & I knew the fire and the ashes of his grace.. And I wait staring at the northern star I'm afraid it won't lead you very far He's so cold he will win the world tonight All the angels kneel into the frozen lights Feel their hearts, they're cold and white |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah a répondu le Fri 2 May, 2003 @ 1:15pm |
 Coolness: 144240 | this poem is pretty gay...but...whatever...i didnt write i unnno who did..
The Cook This is your life, its so fucking intense It leaves you wondering what happened, it doesn’t make sense Your folks have told you about the birds and the bees So I’m going to tell you about the cops and the trees Weather you slam it, snort it, suck it through a glass tube The Meth Monster knows you’re sick First it’s your friends, and then it’s your wife You’re convinced you don’t need them; they’re trashing your life Then one day you realize and see They’re all part of a conspiracy You hide in your house, best friends you avoid You’re a strung out motherfucker, straight paranoid Now this shit has taken a nasty turn You jumped into the fire, and started to burn What once was for kicks, now seems all so real So you get a brainstorm and think “Hey, I should deal” Now your time is spent just making your rounds You started with quarters, then ounces, now pounds Now you’re in the chapter of the Crankster’s sick book Knowing from the start there’s going to be trouble You sit spinning in your lab watching it bubble Now you’re being watched by the Feds and DTF You still wanna cook that Meth Then one night you’re minding your store Twenty-one punk-ass policeman come crashing through the door They bum rush you, stick a knee in your chest, SCREAM Freeze you fuckin’ junkie, you’re under arrest Now you’re going to court with your public pretender You’d have a better chance sticking your dick in a blender The Judge won’t make a deal, He’ll give twenty to life So you call home collect, and your buddy’s fuckin’ your wife Now you’re walking the prison yard, you look back and reflect How did my life get so fucked up and wrecked? Then a flash in my head like a big neon sign says I think I’ll get out and cook just one last time.. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah a répondu le Wed 14 May, 2003 @ 3:50pm |
| Coolness: 144240 | Sketchy Metal
she only pays attention to the prices of cigarettes. she says she hopes they get cheaper. she only takes the pick me uppers to counteract all the put me to sleepers. she used to be a receiver. she went out deep for guys that looked like johnny fever. last winter i swear i thought she might be our savior. went through a skater phase. went through a raver phase. went through a razor blade phase. i guess i went through a hundred dollars a day. it was dark along the edges of the city but the light shined through behind the reinforced doorways. theyre tipping over in the taprooms. theyre shooting through the ceiling and bleeding on the floor for sure. we got dosed. we hung out pretty close with some questionable folks. we got ideas from some dangerous thinkers. we put our mouths up to some dangerous drinks. some nights we almost froze but we rubbed up pretty close to some rock and roll promoters. stayed up pretty late with some rock and roll performers. its always entertaining when youre hanging out with entertainers. went through the publicist. to try to get through to the rhythm guitarist. we got so high the audience looked just like ants. woke up with the backstage pass in my pants. she said i used to be a speed shooter. went out deep for guys that looked like alice cooper. last winter they had my heart all hooked up to computers. we didnt see the holy ghost. but the father and the son they seemed like regular folks. jesus rolled his eyes when his dad made jesus jokes. he forgave me for my sins. he said let this famine end and let the 2 for 1s begin. bless the beasts and the children and the water and the waiters. its always so creative when you hang around with our creator and his son our savior. you get your picture in the paper if he lets you in his trailer. its always so amazing when youre finally coming down with entertainers. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah a répondu le Wed 14 May, 2003 @ 3:53pm |
| Coolness: 144240 | Most People are DJs
hold steady ybor city. youre up to your neck in sweat and wet confetti. if you want to get a little bit heady. its gonna have to get a little bit heavy. were jamming jetskis into the jetty now. with some guy who looks like rocco sefredi. and ive heard hes been dead once already. its going down right now in lowertown. theyre skipping off the good ship usss sexuality. searching for the merchant with the five minute delivery. theyre slipping soft rock into the setlist now. they got some new guy that looks just like phil lynott. were stumbling but i think were still in it. its a big world girl and i cant understand it. were tiny white specks on a bright blue planet. i was a teenage ice machine. i kept it cool in coolers. i drank until i dreamed. when i dreamed i always dreamed about the scene. all these kids look like little lambs looking up at me. i was a twin cities trash bin. i did everything theyd give me. id jam it in my system. she had me cornered in the kitchen. i said ill do anything but listen to some weird talking chick who just cant understand that were hot soft spots on a hard rock planet. baby take off your beret. everyones a critic and most people are djs. working backwards from the doctor to the drugs. from the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club. a thousand kids will fall in love in all the clubs tonight. a thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight. two thousand kids wont get too much sleep tonight. two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight. i still feel pretty sweet. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive a répondu le Thu 15 May, 2003 @ 12:24am |
| Coolness: 63915 | layers upon layers
the ashes from hell coat my tongue and name me as one of the fallen i am hollow in this place where loneliness clutches at my flesh like a beast devour me and rape my soul for all love is lost in me i scrye my temptations in the pool of blood at my feet the passion of pain draws the heat from my veins cry my demise to the crimson cast skies switchblade of time take me home |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee a répondu le Thu 15 May, 2003 @ 9:34am |
| Coolness: 87075 | Now you turn around and fade
now your burn the plans we made now you forget the truth we played, Now let me forget you, if I may. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee a répondu le Thu 15 May, 2003 @ 5:53pm |
| Coolness: 87075 | I feel these tears roll down my cheeks,
I feel this pain Its been a few weeks. You stopped the smiles, you say your too weak. you watch me cry, you watch me sigh. You say your sorry, Then wave goodbye. I know your not, I know you forgot. I know you didnt really care, those times when you werent there. I know you see the sorrow in me. I know you feel that I just cant deal. Why did you stay, when there was nothing to say Why did you leave, when without you, I couldnt breath. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer a répondu le Fri 13 Jun, 2003 @ 3:20am |
| Coolness: 92275 | Behind the glass, I saw the man,
To my surprise, he lent his hand The sage he showed me pinky stars, His wisdom kept in labelled jars I read the scrolls I read them well, A man of ages with tales to tell Under the sheet of night, I cried, I cried, I cried in fright Where were my pinky stars that night? Yes, Gaia left me, all alone To work with all that I was shown Cast outside, my blanket torn from me In emptiness I'd confide And so I looked for different stars, to this day still I look for ours But then I realised through all the gloom, There is, there is, there is a moon |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer a répondu le Fri 13 Jun, 2003 @ 3:52am |
| Coolness: 92275 | Behind the glass, I saw the man,
To my surprise, he lent his hand The sage he showed me pinky stars, His wisdom kept in labelled jars I read the scrolls I read them well, A man of ages with tales to tell Under the sheet of night, I cried, I cried, I cried in fright Where were my pinky stars that night? Yes, Gaia left me, all alone To work with all that I was shown Cast outside, my blanket torn from me In emptiness I'd confide And so I looked for different stars, to this day still I look for ours But then I realised through all the gloom, There is, there is, there is a moon |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» elixireleven a répondu le Fri 13 Jun, 2003 @ 8:02am |
| Coolness: 73850 | tired dreams in dappled shade
we speak, we know, we feel these days we grow older grow quiet, grow somber these days we lose by the second wake up tousled, disheveled, remain unkempt and battered those who know fail to speak those who speak viel their hearts those who remain silent seek something more |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Gone a répondu le Thu 19 Jun, 2003 @ 1:47am |
| Coolness: 63170 | ahem, i would like to share my
poem, ode to ravewave ; Countless nights and countless days those ravewave kids could waste in countless ways Oh those silly mindless children and sometimes victims of drug addiction how they typed and typed and typed all day all night they typed and typed they loved to bitch and piss and moan posting one thousand posts or more, sometimes even two thousand score those crazy ravewave children. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah a répondu le Thu 19 Jun, 2003 @ 7:34am |
| Coolness: 144240 | awww
that was beautiful. not!! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» elixireleven a répondu le Fri 20 Jun, 2003 @ 8:33pm |
| Coolness: 73850 | i see
we see we know we feel we leave no more vested interests no more listening patiently time to run to flee to turn and fight who are you but another spoiled spot on someone's past? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Gone a répondu le Fri 20 Jun, 2003 @ 10:40pm |
| Coolness: 63170 | meow?
slam back - Her fingers lace enmity into her questions of identity as she weaves about a tapestry of invented off the wall realities, living in her world of dreams this seamstress of the mind unfurls her latest impossible creation ; a new mental abomination of imagined actions transformed into tangible transactions between reality and herself p.s - B E A U T Y L A L A. p.p.s - I Saw, but I was looking in the opposite direction. What'd I miss? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive a répondu le Fri 27 Jun, 2003 @ 8:24pm |
| Coolness: 63915 | in this black night
amidst the cacaphony of noise from the choir of demons that reside in my soul under this white haze of confused thoughts from too many sleepless nights i dream that i exist in a world gone all akimbo where i stand sideways upon the edge of nothingness and transcendence and it is this calm storm that i fade into and the chains of reality fall away |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive a répondu le Sun 29 Jun, 2003 @ 8:36pm |
| Coolness: 63915 | mirror mirror on the wall
fuck you and watch me fall alone in here i watch the revulsion twist and taint you features warped by the ugliness inside you slice me shards of rabid anger bang my head on porcelin gods gnash my teeth in the rage of anguish blacken this vision before me take me away from this hell i have made for myself leave me forever alone let me leave here nightmare of life i take my leave...... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ a répondu le Mon 30 Jun, 2003 @ 11:50pm |
 Coolness: 102215 | ......... |
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