Thread: Poetry of CoLd BlooDed

life is like pink eye
a bacterial infection oozing with yellow-whitish goodness
a cleansing, if you will

where do you go
will I be able to
fi-i-ind you?
tradegy struck...
I'm speechless

we're not little kids anymore
it's a global brainwash, there's no soul
in the world, when the smart fall short
but in the end... you'll get yours

all. the.
stars in the sky
could mark each and every life
so why wait
and watch daylight come
grab them all before its done
[scream]we got the moon, fuck the sun[/scream]

we're not little kids anymore
the things we used to love we can't enjoy
too much trouble, when the smart fall short
but in the end... you'll get yours

what's a world without you
without me
stuck behind these walls of anxiety
will you help me out
save the day
don't let me sink and rot away
I can feel this rotting away

be my first, can you be my first, will you be my first,
I'm right in front of you and I know you can see

[bridge]
maybe it's a secret
maybe it's a fact
but there's only one person
who can answer that
it's a maze within our senses
tangled to the core
the truth is what I tell you,
and the truth is I want more.
I'm not asking a question
but I'm not making a demand
in the end, this is all in your hands

damn this liquid's strong
should I be leaking?
give me some pills doctor
I think my heart is breathing
faster, faster, faster
I'm alive, a Frankenstein
minus the bolts and stitches
but you already like me for who I am

we're not little kids anymore
I forget, who says we've gotten older?
doesn't matter if the smart fall short
'cause in the end... you'll get yours

best decision I've ever made

I hope this is reflecting your life. Sounds like things have worked out for you. I'm glad you're happy.

a bacterial infection oozing with yellow-whitish goodness

Mmmmm...nice imagery.....

where do you go
will I be able to
fi-i-ind you?
tradegy struck...
I'm speechless

So is this a new song you're working on? Sounds interesting. Do you have mucis for it yet?

Originally Posted by TS

I hope this is reflecting your life. Sounds like things have worked out for you. I'm glad you're happy.

And how. Yeah, it's a poem about recent events. Mostly inspired by a girl, actually. (Yes, that's a first)

Originally Posted by TS

So is this a new song you're working on? Sounds interesting. Do you have mucis for it yet?

Yep it's a new song. Still in the early works. Just spent half an hour trying to align the guitar and vocals. Nothing's been recorded yet... I've been really busy.

Thanks TS.

there's a racetrack
sailing amongst the mental collection
of seniority
I'm whacked, we're on the moon
fly to the stars, fly to the stars
or continue on down this
truck on a highway

vision partially obscured with not just fingers
constantly waving but not diffusing
burst out, excuses are valid
ye the phone's off, click up and out

a never-ending racetrack in
this mental collection, because people
are always starting
and people are always learning
that's just the way things are.

Isn't it funny how a couple syllables can elevate the emotions of an individual
keeping things interesting until the final sound crosses the finish line
boom chicka boom chicka chicka boom

there is no severity in a flattened iron casing that has become my heart
a robotic adaption made by me, where my glowing red eyes register the prize
of an engineer who can only save me, can only turn me back into a person
free me from these invisible bonds so I can once again stand on top of the clouds
that have somehow invaded my mind.

all the black has degenerated into a red compilation of sensation, but I like it, tickling my brain like a phone on vibration,
like a tongue on a tongue in a face, but let's be real;
it's impossible to safely guess the unguessable, unsafe to guess the undoable, suicidal to reach the peak of who does what or who goes where.

so just fucking go for it, don't be unoriginal like the million of insects out there

watch as the string becomes more and more frayed
yet with each passing moment your fingers get smaller
so you can still hold on to that shrinking string with every
last remaining ounce of strength
hope doesn't fade until the final breath is uttered

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yo i like the "the best decision i've ever made" i like poems that reflect person life. keep it uppp

check out some of my new ish poems sometime =]

Thanks, that one was written after a very good weekend.

I will do so, thanks rastasteez.

tip top clock
visualizing little numbers
with little fake electrodes buzzing back and forth.
the information dons
and it is clear.

a calculator even,
or a name for the caller,
never really mattered from the desolate perspective.
make it not so the computer is life,
I just want it back.

tip top clock
right back where we started,
looking at this fire and this safeguard that departed.
I just want your chains in and around my head,
just so I can feel safer.

I really like "Best Decision I've Ever Made" and the one that ends with "'Cause in the end, you'll get yours."

It's been a while since I've been in here, Cold, but Keep it Up!

Thanks, O. Stop by more often, I like the feedback.

And yeah, 'The Best Decision I've Ever Made', I was actually ecstatic with happiness when I wrote that. I think it is reflected in the poem.

The other one is actually a song I wrote. Just have to record it.

like a candle

I hang off of your every word,
dripping like a candle,
the wax melts and descends itself.
it's nothing I can't handle.
the wick starts long and carefree,
but the ember burns it down,
until the mind and mouth are spinning,
where the confusion makes you drown.
yet the flame burns on and on,
first blue then orange then red,
why is it that this match sparked
your name right in my head.
I can't get you out, I can't get you out.

who lit this candle anyways?
its scent is a double edged sword,
first bliss then stress then bliss.
I hang off your every word.

Why can I not see this pane of glass
this window that has so clearly been Windexed
this obstacle that makes me stop everytime
I get closer and closer.
And then the glass is removed and I walk
a little further and further each step
a little murmur, a murmur, in the fabric
I can't help but feel like
a mouse in an experiment.
good thing this glass is authentic.

only when I make another foot
another is placed in front of me
and I stop, wondering.
stop wondering if things are hopeless
because they aren't.
the glass is authentic. Windexic.

even though every meter I gain
I become trapped,
it's another meter towards perfection.

Deep stuff Cold... You've got your own style. I like how you kind of do your own thing and write about what you want to write about and how you want to write about it...Keep it up, I'm reading along with all your new posts.

It's amazing how poetry has the ability to express what mere words can't...

Good work man.

Thanks, bro.

The majority of the poems on this page all reflect the things I'm thinking and doing over the last little while. I make all these up on the spot so that's how they all come out. And the subject just happens to be about something I don't usually write about... a girl.

Indeed...well, I can understand how that would be influencing your thought...(I have a few poems about girls I used to be with, lying aroun...not all of them happy) . Poetry certainly is a good outlet for all of that. It'll also be good for your record one day...even if it's not that much, you'll have some written works to show for and that's always a hook...more importantly it looks like you enjoy it...which is really a great find.

Yeah, man, I love poetry.
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but mostly I bring it together.
this is a weird game

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enjoying,

but I'll play anyways because I want to win.

That's quite something...simple yet really very meaningful. To me it could mean my own life, probably means something different to you...keep it up, that one was actually really touching..I am spamming here, sorry man, I can't help it...these are really great.

Really, when it comes down to poetry, there is no specific meaning. I can easily see this being ambiguous amongst people who read it. I liked how it turned out, it's very different.

Spamming? Nah, fuck that. A response is a response is a response. Thanks.

Jah Jah, no prob.

Ambiguous indeed...that's what poetry is..I haven't written in some time but I always noticed extra meanings after I'd finished one.. They'd flip on me..and it seems like everyone can find their own little lesson or meaning in each...

meh..just my 2 cents

My brain is much bigger than yours!