[Silversun]

Carry on! Old thread here. Feel free to post your own poetry/lyrics or quote someone else's, but make sure you credit people where credit's due.

[Silversun]

Here's just a random ditty I thought up. I think I'll call it Southern Comfort.

Protection
from the stifling messages
that rise, untranslated, from within
A sudden movement
Two hours of waiting
for a Hello that might not come at all
Misery lies in the thinking
(not the feeling)
And bewilderment blossoms
from too much reading between the lines

Heh. That pretty much sums up what I'm feeling now. Back to studying for exams.

[Mr. Impatient]

Aly Kat, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. All you did was provide the information. I will definitely keep writing, but I don't usually write poetry.

High 304, Great poems! If you have any more, please don't hesitate to share them with us!

Silversun, thanks for the comliment about my sig. I love that line, and someone told me there was no way I would actually use it as my sig. I just had to prove them wrong. Also, about Southern Comfort... I really like it! It isn't as dark as some of the things that were posted on the other poems that have been posted here.

[Catalinay]

Nicky, I love that! Especially the that rise, untranslated, from within line.

[Silversun]

Cheers guys.

[Aly Kat]

High 304 and SilverSun, great poems. They were all very good. High, I easpecially liked your second one, although I enjoyed both of them. It is also good to read stuff a little less depressing

[Silversun]

Thanks Aly Cat. Guys, feel free to call me Nicky.

[dark noon]

I call this one 'Pigeon-Mom':
When I grow up
(As soon as I become an adult)
When I go to college of some sort
or attend some university
(of some sort)
I will go and leave by train
The train will plan my being
for existing here on this earth
While I am gallant on this train,
my life will hover on the small form of a baby boy

My baby will be mine
Our vulnerability will show
across each
other's mouths in each sappy peck we use
"My boy will stand tall.. and let the arms go free+wild
I want My Boy to be a poet...
I will sustain his every dynamic need
I will give him robes of useful/good/nurturing aplenty
and me a bottle of stale ginger to accomadate
I will give him enough to asunder his entire
focused plea
meanwhile, I will have the lone closet,
in the boring room
with enough triple meager outfits that cost and fit me
the same look(like sun twin rays) or the same price

I am the Pigeon-Mom
And My Boy is the Song of Prodigy

He will be brought upon
And I will grow older,
Long live the king!

[Starless Night 20]

High304 Your poem, the second, was very, very beautiful. Very close to home, too.

Rob Awe, thank you. You know that I'm here for you! But I've told you that before.

Nicky Lovely poem!

dark noon Very, very good! I loved it!

[Catalinay]

dark noon - I'll echo MA; I loved your poem! Quite wonderful, especially the first part.

[Silversun]

Dark Noon - that poem is awesome! Very, very very good.

[dark noon]

thank you all very much

[Catalinay]

Some lyrics from one of my bands (which is sadly defunct). This is from Live by Bliss 66:

Got my feet on the ground.
Ain't it funny that you're not around?
Got my head in the clouds.
I can feel it, I'm coming down.

I remember the way we were,
I remember every word.
When I think about what might have been,
I can see we're not living then.

Would it be alright,
If I could live again?
Would you even care,
If I said it's over?
Would it be alright,
If I could live again,
Live again?

[Cold-Blooded Piece of Toast]

dark noon - Lovely poem.

I remember reading an Alice/Dodgson (they guy who wrote Alice in Wonderland) story in the library and feeling sick to my stomach. That was several years ago. I just thought of this. I have always been fascinated with Alice in Wonderland, especially since I did a school report on Dodgson in high school.

off with his head

i think of alice
young
large eyes set
in her face
the photographs
that slipped
out of my hands
spraying onto
the floor like cards
the sound of them
was like death
dry and fussy

when we sat in the
boat, her parasol was
like a shield against me
the simple white
cotton frock would have
burned my fingers
had i touched the soft
fabric
the cakes we ate tasted
like dust in my mouth

my mouth was dry when
i asked to take
her picture
she posed in a pink dress
her hands soft and pressing
against one another
behind the camera i watched
her without need to check
my glance
she smiled at the camera
not at me
the smile of a young girl
who cares not for anything
save for sweets and the gentle
rocking of the boat as it
drifts down the river

her eyes were full of
wonder when i told her
of the other alice
the alice with the golden
hair and how she followed
the white rabbit and escaped
the red queen
'you're nothing but a pack of cards'
her sisters would laugh
they begged for more
drawings spun out beneath my
ink pen
detailing this other alice

she had a pure unclouded brow
her mouth would slip into
a smile
'tell us another story'
sometimes i let them watch
the photographs develop
their young faces
at first ghostly in the pictures
the smell of chemicals in the
air
alice, her laugh spun its way
through my mind
sharp

the photographs slipped
out of my hands
i shall not soon return
the stories cease to be told
and i grow old and
the laughter has ceased
i remember the touch of her
small fingers on my face
as she asked for another
story and i despair
the red queen has given
me my sentence
'off with his head!'

Gabrielle

[Starless Night 20]

Wow. That was very, very good. I loved the vivid imagery and the detail and the joining of two separate things. That was amazingly well-written. I liked it very, very much. Reminded me of a song.