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Monday, March 5th, 2007

Subject:A poem?
Posted by:_minimal_.
Time:3:59 pm.
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Monday, October 11th, 2004

Posted by:ilovexonlyyou.
Time:7:28 pm.
Mood: calm.
Heres a couple poems I have written.

(poem1)Tears of a young girl
Streaming down her face.
Life as she knows it,
Coming to an end.
She thinks "How?",
"Why?".
Then her life ends,
As quick as it began.

(poem2)Rain drops fall to the ground,
As tears falling down a face.
The clouds cover the moon,
To leave the night the
Darkest dark,
With no light at all.
You listen for a sound,
But,
All you hear,
Are the rain drops against your
Window,
And the night itself

(poem3)Why can't you be who you want?
Why can't you live your
Own dream?
Why can't you be true to yourself?
Why don't you find your own strength?
Why don't you find your own weakness?
Why don't you find,
You?
The real you.
The true you.
Why don't you be yourself?
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Wednesday, July 28th, 2004

Subject:hiya.
Posted by:feeplume.
Time:9:13 pm.
hi, i just joined this community. here are a few poems i've written recently.

love's ocean revisitedCollapse )

untitledCollapse )

what you want the link to sayCollapse )

i stillCollapse )

Introduced to Heartache in the Wake of the NightCollapse )

numb masochismCollapse )

the feverish death of a lonely lunatic Collapse )

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quite takenCollapse )
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Friday, April 2nd, 2004

Posted by:anya_rose.
Time:5:22 pm.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelsshallcry/

My new writing journal with my new story up and running. Reviews would be appreciated.

Oh and it's almost finished but not quite there.
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Sunday, January 4th, 2004

Subject:Just another poet
Posted by:anya_rose.
Time:3:08 pm.
Mood: apathetic.
Hi my names Anya and I just joined this community. I spend much of my past times writing poetry, fiction and proses wheather they be poetic or philosophical. {I promise I'll post my poetic ones only}.

So here goes, a prose and a few poems I've written in the last week.

This GirlCollapse )

Reflection of meCollapse )

Paint me with Black WingsCollapse )
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Sunday, October 20th, 2002

Subject:More prose then poetry, but it is creation either way.
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:10:22 am.
Mood: contemplative.
Dear someone,

Things have changed. I won't deny that. One year ago my mind was in a completely different space. Understand that I'm no longer the naive child you came upon, crying over nothing. The little girl with the strange sense of intuition, who knew you so very well. I am not the mildly enlightened porcelain doll who you called your goddess, tattooing it across my arm in swirls of silver paint. I am not a princess. You told me I would be forever beautiful and you lied. Can't you see? Perhaps not. You were always blind to what people truly were. The constellations continue in their yearly pattern, the constant stars. I am not your star. And it's quite possible that I never was. Inconstant, ungrateful, selfish, manipulative. Does that sound like your description of me? You were always so blind. Blind to resentment and love alike. Yes, I have changed. I was simply a girl. I am simply a woman.

With all my ambiguity,
Your no one.
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Wednesday, September 4th, 2002

Subject:Anna
Posted by:beecee.
Time:12:00 am.
This is something I scribbled down years ago.

Anna sits alone by the tempered pool of water
She sees the fowl, she sees the fish come up for air
Yet she still sees nothing
She sees the people, she sees the children
The ball in slow motion rolling away from them
Yet she still sees nothing
She wonders why if she sees so many strange and vivid things
She still sees nothing, blind from the silence
Maybe one day she will be able to see
But still, she sits alone, seeing nothing
Love will come, she hears...
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Monday, September 2nd, 2002

Posted by:sein.
Time:8:04 pm.
I wrote this quite a while ago, and I decided to post it because I find it amusing. I don't know how much clarity you'll find in it, but..eh.

disposable petography tomcod
soup bone soup du jour song fest son of adam
abyssinian cat mirical gleeman

doon leek hockney coturnix
jamila jamboree japan
overripe purgatory maniac
hellish nasty foul disgusting dab

rabid kneepad knockabout flapper
gorbachev groundhog ground
into pretty pat? on a blue plate.

nickel cadmium nicenellyism
individually wrapped slice
yonder yonder yonder upon
the buddhist priest with the
swedish death metal

silly sherpa shirking his duties as a sheik
falling flailing fleeing fear
loaf oaf penny loafer
death of balogna in my head

smells of international hotcakes waft out to the street
strawberry, blueberry, apple, and cinammon
all mixed with the smell of shit
and the sound of violent retching

pop pip poop blip blip Betty Boop
dry scotch on the rocks
amongst mercedes benzes and porches

disposal facility at roswell new mexico
balloon children clad in tommy hilfiger,
parents plagued by the liz claiborne syndrome

death befalls he who resists
clip clop go the horse's hooves,
nick nack patty wack give the dog a bone

deadly ramen noodles in a convienient squeeze tube,
blinded by madness
bloody monkeys like raw sewage
seep in and out of cracks,
crevices, cravasses, crevats, crannies crook
whilst chickens buy jujubees

acceleration promoting prominent pornographic photographs
asian russian czech bolivian peoples
all within a single state of mind

marshmallow peeps like kittens in the rain
growl groan grow grope
for some semblance of reality

in their life is his death
he is conquered.

committees of watermelon eating adders
blow away large computer companies
companions copulate in choleric clouds

crafty gnomish illusionists confuse cobras
who disbelieve the illusions
in a fight to the death

one more dime,
mu gu guy pan
flip flop flu flan.
a banana in her hand.

what bus is this
to shuttle from mars hades' haggis hence hens.
his hands heed the call

victim of a crime
no man has ever witnessed before.

Copyright ® Paul Smith 2001. All rights reserved.
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Sunday, June 30th, 2002

Subject:Another One in Spanish
Posted by:saranoh.
Time:10:54 pm.
Yo Deseo

A soñar su sueño de la soñadora.
A volar en las alas de la imaginación.
A estar una con las fantasías mías.
Estos están las cosas deseo.

A localizar a las estrellas en el celeste.
A rozar los cielos interminables.
A creer en el amor.
Estos están las cosas deseo.

Estos están las cosas deseo.
Deseo estos cosas.
Deseo estos.
Deseo.

O, deseo.

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Subject:Join!
Posted by:saranoh.
Time:10:48 pm.
Join my new community critique_corner and tell everyone you know that likes to write to join as well! It's a place for writers to post their writings, receive unbiased constructive criticisms, and help improve each others writings!
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Tuesday, June 25th, 2002

Posted by:making_it_home.
Time:10:32 am.
hi
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Sunday, June 23rd, 2002

Subject:...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:2:56 am.
Mood: accomplished.
+first offender+

time ticks by
I watch it fly
my only friend
about to die
she trusted him
he let her go
she couldn't stand
to be alone
locked away
without a trace
emotionless
her pale blank face
they'll stitch her up
as best they can
but can't take back
the blood that ran
it filled the tub
and stained my sight
no words can make
this wound heal right
and when I think
of what I've done
and see my scars
no tears will run
the empty part
of my own soul
has bled me dry
now I am whole
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Subject:...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:12:06 am.
Mood: angry.
+pop rock cocktail+

anger seethes in darkening eyes
eruption mounting slow
acid burning on your tongue
as hatred starts to flow
sugar coats your burning words
syrup fills my veins
collision course for heartbreak
too fast we're changing lanes
artificial flavor
for a masochistic whore
what cupid thought was h2o
was h2so4
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Saturday, June 22nd, 2002

Subject:...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:11:39 pm.
Mood: moody.
+carbonated bitterness+

beyond reason I wait at your door
expecting everything and nothing
but receiving only empty glances
have I slipped so far from you, love?
so far that you scatter my ashes
burying a love still on fire?
will you ever see land again, my love?
lost out on the waters, floating
in your empty skin
do you feel the waves caress your lips?
salt coating them as my kisses once did.
does the wind whisper in your ears?
tickling your neck, searching your brain
I wonder
do we two float together
on this ocean of empty, endless depth?
your tears only feed it...
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Subject:...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:11:14 pm.
Mood: morose.
+satellite voyage+

standing at the edge
merciless distance taunts me
ripples of all we had search out my ankles
as I fight the growing undertow
watching you drown and fade
a fleeting dream
borne of my icy subconscious
otherworldly and draining
doubtfully real
less tangible than shadow and mist
dragging my soul to sea
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Tuesday, June 18th, 2002

Subject:A few more...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:6:44 pm.
+floating in this...+

sometimes I wish I wasn't so alone
feeling vulnerable behind my walls
paranoid and scared to let them down

at times I wish my mind would pick an age
5 & 60... let me live the years between
at least give me the chance to try

there are things I want to say to him & her & you
half the time I lock them up for fear
when I see you the courage kind of seeps away

now here I am stuck in the middle
not quite sure of the directions
with too much pride to ask

you promised you'd always be by my side
acid lies eating away at what's left of the memories
a phantom friend for a phantom girl

will you ever figure out what love really is?
even though I'm not waiting, I know
the unreliable narrator finally makes some sense.
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Subject:I wish you were here...
Posted by:gwynne.
Time:6:39 pm.
Mood: melancholy.
+pseudo-dependence+

this I need
a sparkler in my hand
background noise
this I welcome
escape from the front lines
with chocolate cake
over my head
exhale sharp & clean
somewhere to belong
and cigarettes
eyes for once unstung
volleyball by candlelight
"sing now while you can"
echoes through the dark
love now while you can
I love what I cannot have
this I need.
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Sunday, June 16th, 2002

Subject:one, two poems are finished today!
Posted by:saranoh.
Time:8:32 pm.
This first poem doesn't really need much of an explanation-

Letting Go?
I said that I'd let go
And pass you from my mind
But it's not quite so simple
To leave it all behind

Every hour of every day
Is bound so tightly to my heart
The same heart that once loved you
Now lies bleeding and broke apart

Nothing can cure the pain
That burns inside of me
And no one will I ever love
The way I did love thee

I loved you with all I had
With heart and soul and hand
I made you the Keeper of my dreams
Dreams that left like sieve and sand

They say that Time heals
The wounds of love's despair
But the scars remain as testimony
To the thorns that love can bear

This next one is kinda odd. I like the first stanza a lot,, but the second just didn't work out as well. I may make change it still, but I figured I would put up here what I have now. And as of now it has no title-

A thousand silver shards scattered on the floor
Once were a mirror but a mirror they are no more
A thousand times a thousand days of tormenting me
Someone staring back at someone I could not see

Shivering underneath the shadows of daydreams
Nothing substantial to pull me from my slipstreams
This fickle folly I am ensnared in called existence
Living in a life for which I procure no pretense
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Monday, June 3rd, 2002

Subject:Just A Little Sumptin...
Posted by:saranoh.
Time:7:33 pm.
Mood: drained.
I have been playing around with writing my poetry in different languages, in hopes that eventually they will be in Quenya...so here is a little bit I wrote in lovely Español!

Hemos Olvidado

El tiempo ha volado
Y las estacionas has cambiado
La lluvia ha caído
Y el sol ha bajado

Nosotros, hemos olvidado
Hemos olvidado todo

La víspera ha sucedido
Y todo esta cambiando
Será sola
Y será nadie

Yo, he olvidado
He olvidado todo

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Sunday, June 2nd, 2002

Subject:Pardon me while I BURST into flames ...
Posted by:ex_sparkless506.
Time:12:33 am.
"Together We Will [not] Fade"

Gazing into the honest mirror
What exactly does she see?
The ugliness through coats of paint
- a perpetual enemy.
Reread his words, Little girl,
For never again will they encompass you.
The obsession came, the obsession went...

...her love and hatred GREW...


...

I suppose a brief explanation is necessary for one to fully understand what s/he has read.

First of all, He had earlier written me a poem entitled "Together We Will Fade."
I obviously altered that title to the present, slightly more-bitter one.

Secondly, one must also take into consideration that this poem was written after I had shuffled through the infamous "Kevin box" reading the poetry he had written me.

Little girl - an odd little nickname that I had come to be referred to as.

...

I really need to stop this.
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