Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

the pounding in my head
bones, like heated rods
not knowing what to do
will sleep snuff me out?

the eyes have burning cores
the skull, a place among a forest fire
wrapped in searing flames
i'm running towards the lake

i'm still a prisoner in the flesh
the sands of time still holds me up
the shore is not in sight
i'm running towards the lake

Originally Posted by Raswalt

[poem]

I like it, but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be surreal, metaphorical, or... do I just not get it?

Hear, my lover,
Hear my soul
It's dark and it's cold
So cold

Hear, my lover,
Rest your soul
In my my arms you will
Ne'er be alone

Say you will stay
Say we can go far away
Far away from here
Losing these fears
Always true and kind

Love, we can stay
Go far away from here
And leave them all behind
I am true and kind
Always,
Always, love


These lyrics were written to be sun to the tune of "Decision", from the Love Hina sound track.

Nights are days
Days are nights
As i look through the haze
I turn out the lights

Trying to sleep
Isn't as hard as you think
As im counting my sheep
I start to feel weak

Not knowing when it hits
I start to feel a shift
As everything starts to fit
I begin to drift

Originally Posted by Bosco

As everything starts to fit

Referring to lucidity?

I am talking about dreams in general but yes lucidity also.

@ Signet
all i aimed to do was express thoughts /feelings. i guess i could have made more sense with it but i wasn't in a clear headspace.

Originally Posted by Bosco

Nights are days
Days are nights
As i look through the haze
I turn out the lights

Trying to sleep
Isn't as hard as you think
As im counting my sheep
I start to feel weak

Not knowing when it hits
I start to feel a shift
As everything starts to fit
I begin to drift

i loved your poem so beautiful .

Thank you

Written on 10-30-13, from 12:43 to 12:51 AM.

falling into another
sink into friend
gaps filled or forgotten
self means less
yet works better

two half-people
working to make a whole
hold up the other
and three-leg it along
proving one and one make One

tired, but capable
allowed to rest
yet still get up later
while others sleep on
and lose the opportunity
given to those
willing to give up themselves
willing to hold
willing to lean
willing to let another exist
willing to consider not self
but even only one other first
willing to take direction
when they know not themselves

knowing Love
unknowing of what Love is
yet laughing at the question "why"
and not caring how to look
but rather how to be
how to create
how to sustain
how to contribute
how to step back
and be second
both at the same time

both are second
and both come first
until death does them part
and they need not their walls anymore
safe
forever
with Him

amen

These voices never cease to talk
Incorrigibly corrupt
It's an impulse freely yielded to
Can't someone shut them up!

Remind me why I'm doing this
Remind me why you're here
There's a message in this somewhere
But it's been forgotten for years

Perhaps another rhyming scheme would to the trick
To make this less pathetic:
Another day Another dime
A brand new dream
The same old sign

An old school bus runs down the road
A faded form of yellow

There are some things in my brain
That cause me a great deal of pain

And I admit there are some things that I resent
And though I might say it's lame
Of that old school bus I can't complain

A fantasy in my mind
of another place or time
You can't follow every dream
You have pick and choose

.................................

A Poem or a theft?
or just complete crap?
All the words I say come from someone else's mouth
Just keep on laughing and live and die free
Because both would be correct if you look eternally

The Computer screen runs through my eyes
Re-creation of life etches into my mind
There's no going back, just the rest of time

Been down this road a thousand times
I know it seems like a waste
I think this time we're at the end of the line

Wasting away is the game of life
You can run away but you cant hide
A slow moving train still runs out of track

Past the seven seas
There is a small aged café
The walls are still damp from last year’s leak
Slowly cracking, bit by bit falling
I am sitting here by the window
Stunned by the fate that is dripping all over me
Sipping on this not so fine coffee
This deep wound in my heart
It keeps throbbing and I think to myself
Maybe I am dreaming
I pinch myself, blink
And damn I am still here
This old man sitting at the bar
Is staring at me
I stare back, he smirks and says
Don’t worry … we‘re all in this together.

What is there to dream of in life other than to live our dreams?

Realist, otherwise
Cautiously optimistic
Encouraging hope.

Even that is like...
Emotional rollercoast.
Other options? No?

Because nothing else seems to help any.

The plan was clear - and clearly right:
wake-back-to-bed after half a night.
But, when morn' arose - Oh what a mess!
I'd slept right through it,
and never knew it!

Maybe tomorrow will bring success.

Coffee

Brows like sand
In heavy rains of wash
The eye fast becoming
Such smells of lucidity

Should I talk to you?

Should I walk up and say,
"I thought I was fine,
But now's the time
I draw the line.
I want your guidance, pray,

"Listen, I've not been doing well without you,
Even though we parted because I was ready.
You said my mind was steady,
But the urge to return is absolutely heady.
I'm starting to feel like my turn alone is through."

I guess I'm not truly alone,
I've got a friend beside me, she's been the world
To me and I can't believe she's stayed and swirled
The drain at my side, never complaining as we've twirled,
Down and further down, aching to the bone.

And I hope you don't miss me,
I hope you think everything is great;
That the world's come to a fate
That it, and myself, can tolerate
And I've done it all by myself, you see.

Should I talk to you...?

We parted on such congenial terms,
I never thought the day would come,
I'd look back and say that some
Of those days were the best I've done.
And that things aren't great now, all concerned.

I want to see if you've turned out fine,
If the fire in your eyes is still the same.
The one and only that choked and maimed
Until my will to complain became lame,
And that same fire burned in mine.

And yet, these eyes have long burnt out,
I struggle to rise, to fall,
Sometimes I struggle to move at all,
I sit and wait, for anyone to call,
Telling me what my next thought should be about.

So, should I come back?
Should I say all those things and more?
Will you point to the door,
and say that you'll not help me as before,
or that I've long since cracked?

Or maybe you'll be how I remember,
Forgiving, but harsh; a friend
From then 'til now, and to the end,
Take the broken chain and mend
It and once again become my mentor.

Should I talk to you?

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I don't really want to explain what I just wrote that about, but suffice it to say it's not about a girlfriend or relationship troubles. It's something, I feel, a bit more serious than that.

I was driving through the country
When my car ran out of gas
I waved at all the passerbys
But no one gave a crap
I swore and said to my self
"What the hell's wrong with people these days"
Walked 10 miles to the service station
When they were closed, I was patient
Used the pay phone and I called my uncle jed
Well as it turned out, he had died
So I decided to commit suicide
Saw bus runnin up the road
I jumped in front and died.

People say everything has a cure but death
I say sometimes the only cure is death

You gotta wonder what it is
That sets a fire deep inside
I don't think it's where my dollars sink
But it's just a part of life

He was going to retire
Had good money and a wife
But it's too late for it's life he hates
But it's just a part of life


Well I went out for a drive
I went driving in the night
I don't know if she'll leave that road
Before rust takes her life

Shorts untitled:

In pitch is the hour from which you plead
Begging its forgiveness while pretending you've seen
Nothing in the way of exposing its scheme
Careful now comrade, pull not from this seam.
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diaphanous perch devours the unsteady
such is nature that ungracious host
i lie censored in the garden of exile
sight lost in the filament of a fevered pitch
my skin splinters as my hair draws brittle
teeth crumbling under a fluorescent sky
the flesh gives way to reason, alone
i now abdicate hope, for life plays most unfair
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We fall like the ashes through time without division, a division of known space and of that from which you know better. We've already seen what you're trying to hide and we've been to the place where you are now, and even the place where you're trying to go; you complicate this imagery to yourself, though. Let your enemy hear what it is that we're trying to tell you, because once you understand, truly understand what lengths we've gone to and how far we've traveled to bring you this warning, it will be too late for them. You see, we may fall with these ashes but they are not where we reside.

We are of stars, we are awaiting your acceptance of what is and what couldn't possibly be. All you need do is ask for a sign and we will show you the path of righteousness for we are still falling ourselves, and even us, the divine, aren't immune to the greatest of the architect's design. Though a single dimension separates an absolute unity between us, it is enough to divide your logical reasoning for existence from our illogically reasoning of your nonexistence. So in a way we are the same, you and we both know only what we are allowed, but we do know more so take heed these words: give unto us your ritual and let our spirit illuminate you from within.

i love this.

i love this.

gogodoll

People say everything has a cure but death
I say sometimes the only cure is death