A Poem Thread

Link?

Originally posted by airavata
Medicinelady, you mind posting a link to all these poems? This is a thread for ORIGINAL poetry, not stuff by other poets. It's getting irritating especially when all the stuff here was original, member stuff. If you want us to read some poetry of kirsty whoever just post a link or start a seperate thread. Don't throw this one off.
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There is no link that contains my poetry. This is original poetry that I have written under my pen name. I have already responded to your previous email about this. I would be happy to start a separate thread. My works have been published previously but not on the Internet. Would it be okay to start a thread of my poetry only? I thought that this would be rather tacky.
 
So Kristy something is your pen name? I thought she was a poet whom you liked, and you were posting her poems here. Sorry for the misunderstanding Medicine Woman.
 
Originally posted by airavata
So Kristy something is your pen name? I thought she was a poet whom you liked, and you were posting her poems here. Sorry for the misunderstanding Medicine Woman.
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Thankkkkkkkkks!
 
Here's my piece :




The Glimmer



Through a cave's dark belows,
shines a light's stark yellow.
Chimes aloud sparked by wind,
soon the flame starts to dim.

Flickers of tourment seen,
whispers, at moments, meet.
Silence grows through the void,
violence flows to the noise.

Rain pours into darkness,
pain soars up to sadness.
Vain spores of near madness,
stain form of dear blackness.

Reflections glint by eyes,
perceptions glimpse at light.
Hope strikes the fragile hearts,
glows ignite blinding awe.

As folk calmly shiver,
ashes soak in fire.
Life-giving ingredient,
lights even dark visions.

After the gleaming sun
pierces through the night sky.
The lost travellers leave,
with the glimmer of love.
 
a poem © 2002 by me, haha.

so blue
you are me
see how i feel
steal away this time

so gray
away from
some kind of touch
such things make you cry

so black
back aside
hiding from light
slightest sense of shock

so red
head of rage
caged obsession
regression too late

so jade
fade to lust
trust in nothing
bring yourself to me

so peach
reach to this
kiss waiting here,
peer inside my mind

so plum
strum the thought
caught inside this
kiss we shared as one

so gold
fold the gray
stay here with me
be this shade i see



edit - fixed up the rhyme scheme a little.
 
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What's that Floating Face Down in Pollluted Creeks?

Faggots, fuckheads and freaks,
Some of them are geeks,
They smell of garlic and leeks,
The phone rings, but no one speaks.

Those freaks, faggots and fuckheads,
Imagine them in and out of so many beds,
All wearing their brand new Keds,
Screwing with everyone's heads.

Fuckheads, freaks and faggots,
Stoned, but not with agates,
All men are nothing more than stinking maggots,
Cut off the dog's tail so he can't wag it.

Those faggots, fuckheads and freaks,
Make a mockery of Goddesses Greek,
For all women, the Patriarchy reeks,
Until we drown them all in their polluted creeks.

~ Kristin Kerley, American Poet
 
something postmodern

[asylum dreams]

stars, wars
get out
of
my sickened mind.

receive, transfer
from
to space
in my brain.

thoughts, growls,
neuroshouts
give me help.

visions, veins,
blood
on ace of spades.

my teeth,
they win,
they eat my skin.

alarm,
it rings,
my corpse is seen.
 
some more from my +tWistED_INsanity+ series

hey you stranger walking,
see me by your feet lying.
this is genocide!
my brain cells – they are leaving,
leaving me alone – crying.

didn’t help me ambulance, didn’t LSD,
they left me on the street – dying,
looking at my mind – dancing.

give me a hug and punch me hard,
lick my naked lips,
turn me on to hundred volts,
see my eyes twitching
 
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Here's a happy one...in a deep sort of way.

Life must have a rhythm, life must have a beat
Life must have a rhythm, life must have a beat
Life must have a rhythm, life must have a beat.

There’s a pattern to everything,
But life seems like chaos all too often.

What is beautiful about life is,
Not all things need to know the pattern to be alive.

The rhythm is always there,
Not everything needs to know.

But when I felt the rhythm,
I was at peace.

Then I felt the chaos,
I was upset.

But with both extremes in perspective,
Life is beautiful.

Regardless of the current mess,
I was blessed to find my own rhythm.
 
lately late at nights I try to think like an insane person would
just exploring my mind, poems are a sort of a byproduct


take or not – pill on my table,
poison or not I know not.

pretty thing, tasty thing,
tell me your flavor,
are you yummy or are you yucky,
or maybe taste like carrot?

hey look!
the dock is coming,
but my legs are hidden under a pillow.

there’s a knife fixed - in my toes,
sick need fun - I want juice.
blood on my cheeks, blood on my veins
I like red!

red is the colour I like,
peek through my fingers infront of my face.
up and down - the rainbow,
I run through my favourite – red!
 
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story within a poem

Little boy blue

Trained at an early age
Making up for lost time in a moments rage
He breaks not a sweat upon hells open ground
And he was no where to be found

…and so they try and break him

Disappearing late one evening frost
Along with a mothers loving cost

Separating two silver boys at an early age
Oh what can evil be devising at this stage?

His name belongs to a demons line
So trained is he at swordsmanship so refined
Not one drop of devils blood around
And he makes his way upon that open ground
Upon hells open fiery lounge

Stimulating his technique, refining his physique
His name is unknown but there is no mystique

To show the demons among his race
Imagining not a moments fright to erase

Cocky and self assured he be
All the hells monsters have let him be

To a god in the name of blasphemy so powerful
He was serving and lies so full

Side by side with minions simply doomed
Tolerating presence that none could fathom
Treading on hells most foul ground
They make way for the demon whose blood
Could not be found

....Still they try and break him

His face a mask of sin
And beauteous silver metal despair
An unquestionable lair

No longer a boy so blue
Or so they thought him as was his due

Has spent his years refining
To find a way back home
Has he heard his maker designing
To break the barrier of hells dome?

One day returning to get back home
Honed in the art of fighting
His blue eyes alighting

Hybrids and Cerrus scorn this dark knight
Slowly burning in their hatred blight

....They were not the first to try and break him

A delivered man unto the worlds throes
And those who hear his name no longer know
The boy with silver gilded hair,
Slicked back against his adversaries and foes
In a realm of demons that do not dare

To whisper his name in the darkness
Of hells open brackish ground
Not one soulless creature makes a sound

As he walks into the black light of day
To make one soul pay

Eyes white heat blue in that back drop
Armored heavily against the strain of his job
And no one dares to make whispers

On hells open fiery ground
His new name in the birth of a shroud
Humans blood replaced a boy so blue
His mother never had a clue

.....and still they try and break him
------------------------------------------------------
by Marigny (me)
 
tell me why
i can feel no emotion in my
life
and could i
decide if i should live or should i die?
because you hold my life
in your hands
easily blown away
like sand
looking up
i find the sky has stopped
in its blue
could it be true?
that my time has come for me to dissolve
into nothing new?
as you flip the pages of my mind
you see its empty
you cannot find
me
im lost
even when we're in the same room
i am lost
to you
as i stare out into nothing at the window
i try to figure out when this'll all make sense
please tell me
 
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Among the waves of darkest sea
there is a rock
shattered like glass thrown on steel
carved with signs of age and tears.

On top of it
still as frozen blood
rests a tomb
black as raven’s wing.

The door is trembling in hysteric wind,
sounding like a woman’s scream:
“let go, let go my only dream!”

As if selling all what’s dear
a key of coffin buried deep
still holding living sweat
it stands firm in front of raging sea.

Shrieking, squeaking, pleading, begging
for a bird or for a sound
that could wake the deadly sleep.

Her I want among the living,
closing me behind her steps,
closing be it after death
or endless nightmare tearing flesh.

© 2003 Avatar
 
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Inside this darkness;
thick as water;
I am lost now;
thick as blood.
Inside this coffin;
hard as metal;
I am pounding;
hard as your heart.
This was the answer;
frail as beauty;
this was the future;
frail as clay.
Now all is broken;
gone as tommorow;
now all is shattered;
gone as my heart.
 
sleeping on my pills
can't be still,
can't feel real.

walking with a parachute
can't find wind,
where are my wings?

every day on the street
I lift rocks, fall into cracks
only taxes, heat and dust!

make me fall up the sky
with the lights with the lights
our city is so bright at nights.
 
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