September's Writer's Thread

[Yakko Red]

The roads barren of progress and forever long
here we find him piercing through the darkness
engine in some state of perpetual fury
windshield larger to concentrate on tomorrow
the rearview so small but there nonetheless
tragic mistake it would be to not remember
all moments that became faded into yesterday

stars flying overhead while the forest and plains on the sides
behind, memories upon memories of the smiles and tears
in between those, too many memories to remaind unlabeled
at the next stop on this strange long trip
waiting with open arms, a ray of sunshine

in this small scene we see him
eyes focused in silence and straight ahead
foot slamming pressure on the accelerator
it's not a need nor a lust
just a want he intends to satisfy
drive all night and at the end of the road
crawl behind her and hold her
then drift off into a peaceful sleep

the foot pushes harder against the floor
the engine in turn, roars just a little more
and somewhere out there lies

a safe and warm place to lay his head

[Ink Blot]

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
big ones
small one
some as big as your head
hum dee hum dee da

[IKA'IKA]

The roads barren of progress and forever long
here we find him piercing through the darkness
engine in some state of perpetual fury
windshield larger to concentrate on tomorrow
the rearview so small but there nonetheless
tragic mistake it would be to not remember
all moments that became faded into yesterday

stars flying overhead while the forest and plains on the sides
behind, memories upon memories of the smiles and tears
in between those, too many memories to remaind unlabeled
at the next stop on this strange long trip
waiting with open arms, a ray of sunshine

in this small scene we see him
eyes focused in silence and straight ahead
foot slamming pressure on the accelerator
it's not a need nor a lust
just a want he intends to satisfy
drive all night and at the end of the road
crawl behind her and hold her
then drift off into a peaceful sleep

the foot pushes harder against the floor
the engine in turn, roars just a little more
and somewhere out there lies

a safe and warm place to lay his head

you writing poems about me?

[maynard]

you writing poems about me?

the writers' threads are among the few threads on this board where your classlessness is not needed, thank you.

now, if you have something to say about the poem, or are offering a critique... by all means.

[madeofwires]

the writers' threads are among the few threads on this board where your classlessness is not needed, thank you.

now, if you have something to say about the poem, or are offering a critique... by all means.

i fail to see how that was classless... i thought he was just commenting about how much that poem relates to him.. or something.

:hmm:

[Yakko Red]

the writers' threads are among the few threads on this board where your classlessness is not needed, thank you.

now, if you have something to say about the poem, or are offering a critique... by all means.

Relax good sir, thanks for stepping in and the kind words, but I think Ika Ika was just trying to convey that he could relate to it.

[maynard]

i may have just read it wrong. :shrug:

i just thought he was being snide. if not, my apologies... i was a tad irritable last night.

[VeryBadKitty81]

All my Sins

Whispers in my mind pulling towards my fears
Telling me to do it, subconsciously I cut
Unable to face the drops of red as they drip to the ground
Euphoria takes over my body
The inner in me is now satisfied

Like hunger that has taken over
I crave, walk down the aisle and fullfill
Without awareness it goes down
Without control I force it back up
With much dissapointment in contradiction I have fed my appetie for distruction


I look at that figure with much content
I covet its every move
Is that what we are meant to be, that image that is set before us
Its perfection, its almost ideal appearance
Puts me, puts all into a great depression

For these sins
For these guilty pleasures
For these secrets I hide, you hide, we hide
To be what we are not, to want we dont have
Yet this faultless entity is not, this entity doesnt have

No need to sin, or to have that inner being shed its self conscious skin
For we are all what is intended to be
For we are all not an imperfect illusion
For we are all perfection in somoene else's eyes
For someone also covets you, covets me

[IKA'IKA]

the writers' threads are among the few threads on this board where your classlessness is not needed, thank you.

now, if you have something to say about the poem, or are offering a critique... by all means.

I"m sorry if that came out the wrong way, I did mean it in a good way I honestly was feelin it cuz I could relate.

So I guess I meant to say I like it....good job?

[Rican]

The Process Begins

The tumultuous pounding of my heart
Rattles my rib cage signaling the start
Of another fiasco. My startled eyes relay
Your dazzling image to the visual array
In my brain – the process begins. Sweat
Leaks from every pore and my feet are set
In cement. My imagination jumps leaps and bounds
To the possibilities of what treasures could be found.
I long to hear your dulcet voice caress my ears;
I ache to ingest the fragrant breeze as you pass near;
I yearn to suffer the tender touch of your velvet skin;
And, I pine for the love that we would share to begin.
But my muscles stay frozen, shackled by all of my doubts.
The echoes of your footsteps resonate as you walk out
Of my life. My heart decelerates from its turbulent quiver
Knowing that these debacles will leave it lonely forever

[Rican]

Be My Ophelia

Mirrored moonlight
Making my pulse race
Like sweaty, swift-footed sprinters
Stretching for the finish line.
Words cling to my esophagus refusing to cross
My soft palate and escape;
While, the great gladiators of my erratic emotions
Battle bravely for a crowned conqueror.
One-by-one the defeated descend-
Until only two players are left standing
In this theatre of war.
The role of my Fear portrayed by the memories
Of rancorous rejections from
Synonymous smiling,
Fair faced filles.
And, reprising the role of Hope,
The unshakable notion that somewhere deep down
In Fate’s fair web are woven possibilities far exceeding
My exhausted expectations.
The stage is set for the script-less show to start…
However, the pivotal part that you will play
In this production remains to be cast…
Will you be the Hedda to my Tesman?
And sacrifice all that I surrender to you
For your own selfish, avaricious needs?
Or will you be my Ophelia?
And sacrifice all that comprises you
To become part of me?
The smooth, soft sound of the curtain rising
Precedes the resolution to this internal
Conflict.
The opening scene commences compelling
This performance to play out to its conclusion.
Will it be one of joy and jubilation?
Or will the falling action be composed
Of my hollow heart hitting the floor
Once again?

[Illuminated]

Thought


There’s that thought
Or perhaps here’s a thought,
The people surrounding
The world, the Universe

As it gets bigger
There is more to think of
There’s an open view to a new horizon
Life beyond dreams

Surrounding audience only live a life
Some don’t want to exist
Others are defined to an expiration date
And others want life to end

As others live their own worlds
Well, there’s more to see ahead
There’s more to see
Of a new arising Earth

Revolution through revolution
All questions and answers to life
The atmosphere of a new beginning
And a new end

Eyes have seen the darkness
Some eyes have seen nothing
While in this very minute
There is a lot happening

Every second, every minute or hour
That these years pass by
There’s a cycle of life
Where so much is happening

Through fire, and water
Battles are being fought
For a purpose worth fighting for
Great wars are being created

For a new Era, a new change to Earth
One action that can change it all
One, only one movement can mean death
Or a new beginning to a new life

[Yakko Red]

threads merged

:catalyst:

[Illuminated]

threads merged

:catalyst:
thanks, didn't see this one up :FUBAR:

[Yakko Red]

Old man marinating in the sauce of life
sitting on his side of the street always
to himself, reserved he calmly observes
time not to kind as his beard out of control
grey coils snake there way through it
age all too apparent on his face
like a bluff on the beginner gambler

he's seen more than you or i for sure

everyday in my set in stone routine
i walk past either not really awake
or too tired to think of anything but home

one time i saw him and stopped
fiddling in my pocket i discovered change
and gave it to him without hesitation

i don't care what he decides to use it for
whether he buys food so he can survive
or drowns himself in alcohol to forget
forget what? i don't know, but he's there
alone on the street with nothing but himself
most steer their eyes to avoid his
like he's not really there and if they ignore him
he will never exist

whether he put himself in that spot or not
i don't know and even if i did i wouldn't judge
in quiet and in an unintrusive way to all
he watches life pass him by

i kick him a dollar or two from time to time
just one less beer or shot or whatever have you
for me to medicate myself

it's today and he and i have fates that cross pathes
i take from me and give to him no questions asked
even if he redirects it in a way society labels negative
i just hope it helps him get through the day

maybe one day in tomorrow will be the one
where all his struggles pay off and upon him
sunshine can reach through him and into his soul

call me a dreamer
call me a fool
i'll agree with both
but nonetheless
a little is better than nothing
maybe one day those old eyes
worn down from all the struggle
can look to the sky
and see the hope in fighting on

until then i'll kick him a dollar or two
for him to do as he please
whatever it takes
to make it through a day

i guess it never hurts to try

[Yakko Red]

To the mercy of the east facing window
night phases into day by the changing of the guard
the moon relinquishes it's firm grasp of night
and the sun overwhelms the sky unstoppable
in turn it finds it's way through the glass
and onto a slightly lost soul fast asleep

every inch of him that sunshine creeps over
ignites him on the outside and fuels the fire inside
once again he has made it through the darkness
to a brand new day and another chance
he rises to make every moment count

each day his eyes open to the greeting of morning
and for that alone he finds himself grateful

the ship is not lost and can be saved
each sunrise is another chance
and in hope he finally feels alive

[Illuminated]

Balance


Winter has come
And clouds have made shadows
Earth is moving
And the wind is changing

Shadows are walking by
Life has yet to begin
And yet so much has passed
The dead arise

And you can feel the end
Where a new beginning comes
Due to the ends of time
Life is short

And yet, it is so young
The night holds its path
So young and dark
And so the clouds move in

Feeling the soothing love
Feeling the roughness pain
But at the end of the tunnel
There’s a new end

A light that shows a new start
And so life is balanced
In an endless cycle of life
Where there’s hate and love

Fighting and dealing for purpose
A balance of Earth
Due to the right and wrong
Due to public who fight for it

And the storms
And the clear days
Everything that life created
For the single purpose

To balance life, in a cycle
So life keeps living, continuing on
And the dead keep dying
To question, why?

[Yakko Red]

bad dreams swarm throughout his innner sanctum
the last castle with the walls battered but still standing
takes the pounding like it has so many times before
while the soul is at unrest his body tosses and turns

time is lost but it's sometime in the dead of night
waking up in a cold sweat to the nothingness
you know
that nothingness of being alone and confused
who hasn't been there

wiping off the sweat from his brow he blinks hard
not once or twice, but thrice just to make sure he's awake
not stuck in some ethereal reality

out of bed he goes and staggering swaggering off
to his medicine cabinet he proceeds to find his panacea
opening his tonic of sorts he pours it down smooth
maybe in a swirl of the actual real he can find serenity

nothing compares to the softness
that sometimes is there beside him
a kiss on the forehead
and things suddenly become okay

[jungle_man]

The roads barren of progress and forever long
here we find him piercing through the darkness
engine in some state of perpetual fury
windshield larger to concentrate on tomorrow
the rearview so small but there nonetheless
tragic mistake it would be to not remember
all moments that became faded into yesterday

stars flying overhead while the forest and plains on the sides
behind, memories upon memories of the smiles and tears
in between those, too many memories to remaind unlabeled
at the next stop on this strange long trip
waiting with open arms, a ray of sunshine

in this small scene we see him
eyes focused in silence and straight ahead
foot slamming pressure on the accelerator
it's not a need nor a lust
just a want he intends to satisfy
drive all night and at the end of the road
crawl behind her and hold her
then drift off into a peaceful sleep

the foot pushes harder against the floor
the engine in turn, roars just a little more
and somewhere out there lies

a safe and warm place to lay his head


I actually like this one it reminds long times on the road, especially after parties, and taking people to places, and coming back late, and finally just wanting to get some rest I love it, this poem is definatly something I can relate to, if that is what you are talking about, if not then I am sorry.

[Yakko Red]

I actually like this one it reminds long times on the road, especially after parties, and taking people to places, and coming back late, and finally just wanting to get some rest I love it, this poem is definatly something I can relate to, if that is what you are talking about, if not then I am sorry.

that'll work too

:catalyst:

[jungle_man]

Your very creative I would like to meet the man behind that computer. Not today, but a long time from now. Because I heard that you like to keep your identity secret.

[Yakko Red]

Your very creative I would like to meet the man behind that computer. Not today, but a long time from now. Because I heard that you like to keep your identity secret.

I'm a freaking ninja

[youre_my_disco]

It's true, he is a freaking ninja.

[Yakko Red]

she gets mad at him, her eyes burn with tears
her mouth becomes full of enraged but unspoken word
for a moment she knew that she had gotten past barriers
yes indeed and in fact her voice was finally heard

into his eyes she glares trying to find anything of yesterday
in shock her dilated pupils shine black resembling voids
a moment before he was human but at her words
of her walking out of his life as quickly as she came in
tissue became steel and blood ran cold
a moment later he finds himself a machine
deprived of all emotion

"how can you, you fucking bastard" she cries
"why are you able to turn your heart on and off"

"it's easy you've lost enough pieces" he replies

[Yakko Red]

There it was in it's perfection, staring back
black and lackluster from it's initial shine
the record remains unscratched nonetheless
it still fufills it's overall purpose
rotated in a countless number of times
it still plays like it was bought yesterday

the song that rises from it's surface
was that melody that was not his or hers
but instead belonging to them both
no matter how far into tommorrow it reaches
it will always stir those buried memories
of what used to be some kind of beautiful

dropping vinyl one after the other
losing himself as the room loses him
a meditation providing a zen like state

then in the middle of his fast paced daydream
he sees the record that echo's the past
a record too good to go unheard by any
but playing it means a flood of moments gone
all reminding him of a contentment forever lost

his heart would have him walk away
but his soul begs for nothing else
to play or to not play this piece of magic
shouldn't be playing that record
and against better judgement though
he does anyways

a smile eclipsed by tears
shouldn't have played that record
that was a part of the fairy tale chapter
in the non-fiction story of his life

[Yakko Red]

bump

[youre_my_disco]

wazzup mah shniggiez?! I had a strizoke in my brizain

[Illuminated]

Life

Every season of life
There’s a new beginning
Every season of Earth
There’s a new life

Just like flowers and trees
Whom change and grow
And how their state of life is
Whom also come to an end, time after time

The moons change
And the stars explode, forming more
The sun rises and it moves closer
And life will only continue to move

Just like passing dreams that come around
And then as a nightmare
Waiting for no end!
But in the end, life goes on

It is time to forgive
It is time to be free
It is time
To let life move on to its own course

Whatever there is
Life will have no end
It will only move on
Even after Earth ends

Life outside of Earth will continue on
The Universe, and not necessarily human
But chemicals, space, and all mass of gases
That lives with each other’s life

In the end, there’s no giving up
Because life moves on
Giving up is not an option, it is darkness
And what comes with darkness

The end of life, death
Life is life and death is death
But a human is life or death
The path is here, it is only there to be chosen

[Cambria]

taken away because i live in the past

[Cliff]

hello old thread....

The roads barren of progress and forever long
here we find him piercing through the darkness
engine in some state of perpetual fury
windshield larger to concentrate on tomorrow
the rearview so small but there nonetheless
tragic mistake it would be to not remember
all moments that became faded into yesterday

stars flying overhead while the forest and plains on the sides
behind, memories upon memories of the smiles and tears
in between those, too many memories to remaind unlabeled
at the next stop on this strange long trip
waiting with open arms, a ray of sunshine

in this small scene we see him
eyes focused in silence and straight ahead
foot slamming pressure on the accelerator
it's not a need nor a lust
just a want he intends to satisfy
drive all night and at the end of the road
crawl behind her and hold her
then drift off into a peaceful sleep

the foot pushes harder against the floor
the engine in turn, roars just a little more
and somewhere out there lies

a safe and warm place to lay his head

...this is definitely one of my favorites that i've written no doubt

[Cliff]

http://www.buzzlife.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64421&highlight=september%27s+writers+thread

for this years. :catalyst:

[Cambria]

haha i like to live in the past

[Cliff]

careful, you know what they say when you go digging up the past...

....all you're gonna do is get dirty.

[Cambria]

sweet it's been a long time since i've gotten dirty

[Ink Blot]

bump for more writting!

[Cliff]

http://www.buzzlife.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64421&highlight=september%27s+writers+thread

for this years. :catalyst:

bump for current shit!!!