one inspired by a shitty job and shitty people, another inspiried by someone who i'm glad i have no contact with anymore, both are untitled and will probably be re-written to fit music.
effort number one
Every hour of stinking days
I'm waiting to find my escape
Before the graveyard swallows me whole
I wasn't made for this life
It's time to skip town
Start fresh
Make new life yourself
This is the graveyard of ambition
Watch the best laid plans rot and turn to dust
Your dreams are just dreams here
They're nothing more to us
Your masterplan rots with the oranges now
Thought everything would come to you
But mountians won't move for no man
So few willing to be real
They look inside as betrayal
Who cares though?
THIS IS SURVIVAL!
Every notion for every commotion
Every plan has its headstone
Life in this town is killing us all
Ambition drops off you like sweat
You fell into it
Now too content to go
Remain and watch the sqaure mutate
Little monsters join they're invasion forces
Runnign from they're enemy of hype
Exisiting only with a label in mind
Wipe off the names
Lets see if you still have a problem.
effort number two
The rain is falling again
It feels like my own cloud
There to remind me of just who I am
The I that nobody knows
Am I distanced?
Or are they keeping theirs?
Walking throught the shadowlanes
Shrouded by the dark
With just memories of what i left behind
You can send my flowers to the graveyard
I've shed my deadskin
From a one line perspective
I'm nothing more than fresh meat on the hook
Against the stone walls and the lines of life
Burn the baggage i don't want no more
Condemn them to the fires
I've walked so many times
Watch the ashes rise into the skies
Weaving the smoke
With the fires of my eyes
Learn to forget.
I didnt realise that this has been made a sticky again. I am so pleased to see it is back and have loved reading the poetry again in here from new people and oldies.
Thank you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
slowing slipping away
Thier was a man who came to stay
The boy he replaced disappeared without a trace
Stole all my songs and my style away
While no one would say
what they wanted to say
So he was king for a day
If you sail into the sun
Beware the eyes of green
And if the whole room tells you you are the one
Well I defy you not to believe them my son
Trip off the test, now the kitchen’s a mess
and the garden’s undressed
Every single gig I play
Something's not right inside
Paranoia and pride and nowhere to hide
And if the whole world tells you 'you are the one'
I think you’re hearing those voices again my son
Violets are red
Roses are blue
I'm so confused
because of you.
maryhad a little lamb
her father shot it dead.
now it goes to school with her,
between two chunks of bread.
mary had a little lamb
it ran into a pylon
10,000 volts went up its ass
and turned its wool to nylon
I was just reading through a book and came across this short poem by Keats which holds a special meaning for me.
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
And let me breathe into the happy air,
That doth enfold and touch thee all about,
Vows of my slavery, my giving up,
My sudden adoration, my great love!
I cannot profess to be able to pen any poetry worth reading I truly wish I could.
THE SQUID
What happy appellations these
Of birds and beasts in companies!
A shrewdness of apes, a sloth of bears
A sculk of foxes, a huske of hares.
An exaltation 'tis of larks,
And possibly a grin of sharks,
But I declare a squirt of squid
I should not like to be amid.
Skin divers boldly swim through sepia.
But I can think of nothing creepier.
Live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move
Then live with me and be my love.
Dolly's ditties....
Sweet Valentine
She's my sugar, she's so fine
She makes my nuts cluster
My gums wine,
Little by little
Each day I love her more;
She makes my peanut brittle
My sweet Valentine.
My Bed
My bed is calling me...
My bed is ignoring me
It saw me leer
At four posters in Ikea.
Lie With Me
Lying man talking
Lies in my bed.
oh Arti,
Such happiness, yet such pain in that poem.
Lost for words...
hugs, from the Lancashire Lass.
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Not my own words but wish they where
Have I Ever
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?
Cleox
What a wonderful first post!
Welcome!
Alex x
Is this love?
I wait
Unknowing
No expectations
My brick walls in tact
He comes
Unknowing
No expectations
His mask in place
We talk
We smile
We kiss
The first cracks appear
Laying together
Those eyes which have been trained to hide the soul now saying so much
We are silent
The mask begins to melt.
We touch
We caress
We make sweet love
We sleep
Morning comes
Bitter sweet sunshine signalling imminent separation
We shower, warm water disguising our tears
Our last remaining defences wash away
We are naked
Emotions exposed
We are vulnerable
So scared, so happy, so confused, is this love?
WOW!!
I've known you a while Alex, and had no idea you could write as beautifully as this! If this is about one of your thousands of admirers, he is indeed a very lucky man....keep writing Alex, you have talent
A
The gates of Heaven
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I haven’t,
because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
when the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly
for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
you’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets;
you’ve done your time in Hell."
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unknown
throught the glass dreams
The glass of many views have seen
throughts dreams all linger as a broken dream
a place far away from this life i wish i could be
people pass by thier futures are unforseen
time passes dreams grows but not for me
empty loveless life was delt for me oh why is life so mean
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assionkiss: keep writing.