Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

Drones, clones,
No thoughts of their own.

Conciousness crushed,
Minds reduced to slush.

Opposing views - shushed.
Conformity - a must.

A man looked up into God’s soul
He yelled,
“Why!?”
The clouds looked back, the birds, the sun
He smiled,
“Thanks…”

Stupid Girl to The Dark Tower Came

She stands behind a counter counting cash taking calls and busting balls.
She brags to the cart boy of her longing trip
He only stares at her blankly, shrugs and walks down the aisle.
She gazes at him more but he doesn't notice.

And so she goes to new york with only a penny and a fork.
That's where she betrays a friend to a dork.
They sit on a bed listening to music and high on psychedelics.
They make love hours later, and her friend sobs.

They promise to marry but then she forgets.
He turns away from her, and she hugs him one last time
she gets on a plane
she flies away.

The Cart boy is there when she returns and gives her a smile.
She looks down and away she's too much in pain.
She goes on a date with a man who is handsome and tall.
But when she holds his hand she feels nothing at all.

one day she gives the cart boy a ride with his friend.
The conversation is pleasant but it only ends.
She goes on a date with his friend,
but at his house she sleeps with his room mate.

Every day is up and down.
one day gives the cart boy a smile and another day a frown.
The cart boy, who's conversation is pleasant,
Withdraws when he can't take her game.

She takes him for drinks after she apologizes.
They talk for hours but then he only bids her goodnight.
She ignores him for a week
He ignores her for a week longer.

She makes plans with him again
But bails out at the last minute
He goes to work the day instead
And learns to regret what comes ahead.

She's at his house when he returns
the earlier day she spent chased by a doormat.
They take LSD and talk for two hours
another date ended too soon by her indecisiveness.

She ignores him for a week
He ignores her for a week longer.
She makes plans with him again after coming over
At home she sends him a thoughtful poem.

The day of the party she is drunk
and flirts with every man in front of him.
He sends her a message back,
confused about the poem

She turns on him again
He turns on her again.
She makes plans with him.
They continue work and chat like friends.

On the day he showers and cleans his house.
She doesn't show up
He doesn't pry farther.
He waits.

The final week she will leave on a plane
the cart boy says he will miss her
she responds with the same
but her voice is too quiet for him to hear.

She leaves and promises to stay in touch
he waits.
He gets smashed by his father
He weeps.

She texts him a few days later
She sleeps with a man she met the previous night.
This she doesn't tell him but makes plans to call him.
She doesn't call but watches a movie with her friend instead.

The Cart boy cuts her off.
She parties and sleeps with a girl.
She mixes Ketamine with Cocaine
And goes on a wild spree.

Her body is numb
She feels she cannot die.
So she runs into oncoming traffic
And dies.

She stands in a field of roses to each side of her path
She walks up to the tall menacing tower.
She bangs on the door
It won't let her in.

She kneels to the door and cries.
She calls out all of her regrets.
All the boys she led astray
All the drugs and her other self destructive behavior

Most of all she regrets hurting the cart boy
The boy she never got to love.
Although if she did.
She would surely.

On the last syllable of his name spoken from her mouth
She hears a loud creak that is like thunder
She raises her head to see the door is open
The Song of the roses tells her to go in.

She enters and climbs the first staircase
In the room on the first landing
She sees her Father's abusive deeds
Her mother is weeping there.

On the second landing inside a room stands her best friend
The girl that whispered poisoning doubts in her ear
She looks at her one last time and shuts the door
She climbs again.

After many rooms and flights of stairs
She opens a door
Her ex boyfriend is standing there
He is cutting up a younger version of her with a knife.

Still she climbs finding a memory or a regret in each room
She climbs for days it seems
She never tires
She wonders if she will ever reach the top.

Finally on the last landing,
Stands the cart boy.
She speaks her regrets to him and even gives him a kiss
But he only turns away.

The last door to the room on top of the tower
bears her name
She hesitates until the cart boy pushes her through
And there she blows the devil who lives in the top room of the tower.

Not sure if this even classifies as a poem


Delusion, induced by sorrow
Thoughts of severe wrecking
Last threads been torn
The spectacle has begun
Needles, penetrating the flesh
Attending desolation
Products of failure
Results of regret
Paths, not to be walked
Wrath, hidden well
Facades, covering it all
Time will come
Decay shall take over
In the end, final reward
Arrival of liberation
Suffering as conclusion
Void as remuneration

We raise our sight to the light of the skies,
The blight within burns the bone and the skin.
We pay for sin in pain and in hate within,
Gods, save us from these claws!
It chews, and rakes, and scratches, and aches
It want's to escape, to take our fate.

In the breathless hush our eyes fill with falling dust
And for the thousand years of prayer and fears
We stand as deathly stone...forgotten, alone.
The ground rises around, and calmly we drown,
Stone and dirt fills our mouths, roots curl around our toes.

Our eyes locked upwards, quiet prayers towards those
Still, uncaring. Our silence keen, and forever, staring.
And when the light blots out, and our heads go under,
Our fright and doubt becomes our tomb, our slumber.

Written on 1-13-12
(Section 2 written on 4-4-12)

1.
I am the walking dead
That tired, old tank's tread
My second skin unshed
The hard way my road has led

But I still hold to what is true
And all I've learned in life
Until my time is come
Till then I'll fight the fight
I am the walking dead
Cold spirit tried again

2.
I am the walking dead
The one who's still unfed
My road is still ahead
I'll "think on these things" instead

For I have not given into
The wrong because of strife
A different drum I hear
The Devil plays his fife
I am the walking dead
Played spirit sings again

3.
I am the walking dead
In company ill-bred
Trying to stay dead
To all the world I've said

But there's still power in the blood
That washes over me
Though I may fall a thousand times
I'll always be made clean
I am the walking dead
Stone spirit rose again

I am the walking dead
"Father, forgive them" He pled

crumbling collapsing
trash in a fire
crackling rice crispies
crunching bones
gnawing my arm off
trapped underground
dark skinned
burning light
blinding

Sitting in front of a computer screen
Getting fat instead of getting lean
I've got to make a change -
Or become estranged
Though my efforts are always failing
I'll stay true to my goals, never bailing
Someday I will be in the Navy
My dreams will be real, not "Maybe"
Strong, healthy, and independent
God damn it, I'm in it to win it.

When I was young, I always traveled
I can't stop now, I hear myself babble
To spend my life in only one place
As wrinkles develop all over my face
Thinking of what I could have become
Regretting all that I could have begun

I'm still young now, but not forever
There are only so many tomorrows
Until they are severed
I'll be but a bundle of sorrows
Without my endeavors
What a waste of a life...
Just boredom and strife.

My dreams could come true
If I only could do
The hardest thing... I ever knew
To lose all that weight
And join the Navy,
I could clean up my slate
Maybe even go out on a date.

my love for you
is rising from within my bowels.
a lovely poo smell just for you!

Clicking and clacking, time whirls by.
losing each second until we die,
over to soon, it seems to me,
choosing the when, the how, the why,
knowing your choice will set you free.

When the Devil and God have a baby
Don't you think that maybe
The little bastard just might
Put up a bit of a fight?

of this feather's gentle glide
between its motion, more coarse pride
failing silence its boisterous grin
this understanding is all pretend

idiot, i too am you

Staining each tear with crimson blood
Invariably filling it til' flood,
Bountiful he is in his cries
Forced to accept these harmful ties.
Eradicating all bonds saturated with lies,
Constraining his potential with each failed try.

Madness, Sadness, Crazy this man's goodbyes....

Trapped in a wilderness full of scorn,
Speculating each opportunity before they will be torn,
Kill, Kill, Killing their minds,
For every thought, to be free of his own binds.

Futilely seeking the truth about myself and the meaning of these feelings.
I endure every day, whether full of love or full of hate,
Full of loneliness or resentment, happiness and motivation,
None of it matters because it fades away.

Too quickly time passes, leaving not a second to catch my breath.
Too many moods to dissect or to relay, and
Too few of you to communicate.
I grew up too fast, and you too late.

It thinks "I think"
but the I it thinks thinks,
is it thinking the I.
so think about it,
not I.

grinning spinning
winning chinning
faces of aces
having races

Crouching on top of the water,
forgetting if he might falter,
He takes one more final stand,
and with confidence, stretches his hand,

Forms a fist with confidence,
sustained through benevolence,
Now the other person with blinded eyes,
who takes the initiative to relieve his sighs,

Asks this person with rage on what is it that he's trying to defend,
He responds, "Because I am your friend."

well,
fuck

Blessed by star light
Can't take this away from me
Shroud their eyes
but you can't shroud the sky

this shit
is not my
game.

I should most definitely abandon ship.

ah, to return to
comfort and
easy going and
unfathomable restlessness

butthat'snomatterwhereIgo, right?

at least there'll be people
and at least
there'll be the pulse of a city
and at least
I won't be in the same place I am now

You just don’t seem to understand
A shame, you seemed an honest man
The thoughts you hold inside your head
Once more will they be underfed

Deceit and Camouflage you used
Well done, I say I was amused
Your shade of lies has fallen down
The truth revealed, a stingy brown

The epitome you held so dear
An epitaph it will appear
The heart you have keeps beating on
My mind is now a racing fawn

For now I seem a somber sow
To no one else I’ll ever bow
Now you slowly decay away
Inversely to my life-long play

The lady with the silver eyes
singing beautifully of hopes and lies
Then listen to the sound of tears
I must save her from her fears

But wait I'm falling from the sky
I do know how, I don't know why
I sound like a band of fiddle and flute
Too bad I don't have a parachute

I think I might again be sane
But I threw myself off that aeroplane
I'll get through this, my fate ain't sealed
From the darkness, a light revealed

The lady with the silver eyes
makes no sound but shouts and cries
My saviour speaks of plans and truth
I must listen, my life is...

---TO BE CONTINUED---

everytime i go to start a new leaf
you always fart and queef
your as rotten as your teeth
well no your not really
was being a bit chilly
guess was feeling silly

Under the night sky
Forget the who what and why
Fade into stardust