March Writer's Thread!

[Shakey]

:majorBS:

[Shakey]

This was written when I was 20. I was in the darkest place imaginable, and addictions were eating away at me.

It all started at 15, man i'll never forget that party.
But now it's nothing to kill a fifth of bacardi.
Drink to have a good time, blacked out on cheap wine, snorting little white :censored:, man was that a stop sign?
But i'll never learn, real shit I no longer concern, I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn.
Gong to AA, NA, AMA, FERA.
But hey hey, fuck it, i'll never get away.
If I dont have it I won't be fine. Amber, Where's that cheap wine?
Skipping meals, Spending bills, Eating funny looking :censored:, Breaking deals, I'm writing my own will.
But listen here and doubt if you must.
There are no Angels in the dust.
There are no Heroines in the opiate lust.
Now I'm escaping the hospital, IV still in my arm.
Rip the shit out like it can't do me any harm.
Shit, now my vein's collapsing.
Going over to the methadone clinic, fuck it I'm relapsing.
Fuck it. I'll never stop.
Cause If they try to take me back to Detox, I'm drinking Clorox.

[Louis Riley]

that is excellent, man. Very harrowing. I envy your skills

[Louis Riley]

I need to work on this some more, the ending is a bit iffy in my opinion...

Now

<i>Click!</i>
A small gout of flame spouted in the darkness in front of the man and illuminated the shadows long enough to spread a garish light across a grinning bearded face. A cloud of blue smoke burst through the circle of light emanating from the hanging lamp, and James squinted, trying to penetrate the shadows and identify the man. The distinctive metal click of the zippo sounded again and James turned his head in the direction of the noise.
His thoughts were blurred and sluggish, his face swollen and cut. Ropes bit into his wrists and ankles, holding him to a wooden chair, and sweat stung countless small wounds. Pushing his swollen tongue around the inside of his mouth, James felt his teeth, loosened by countless blows. He was sitting in an island of light, shadows spreading out around him, a small prick of red floating ahead of his face. James focussed on the disembodied cherry, trying to cut through the fog in his head and remember what the <i>fuck</i> was going on.
"Not lookin' so guid eh, Jimmie?"
The laughing Irish accent washed away any confusion, and James remembered what was going on. Mad Stu and his lads. "Thought we'd forgotten yeh eh? left yeh to fook off 'ere and walk away from yer responsabilities?" The voice was still filled with laughter, but now it held a cold, cruel humour. Another cloud of smoke blew directly into James' face, stinging the cuts more. Suddenly a glint of metal flashed in his eye, and the hard, unfriendly snub of cold metal pressed into his forhead.
"Any last words 'fore we splatter yer fookin' brains, Jimmie?"

Three days ago.

Lying in bed in the spacious studio apartment overlooking the city, James stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Turning his head he looked over at Nicole, her eyes closed, her breathing steady, a small smile on her delicate lips as she dreamed of whatever normal people dreamed of. Smiling softly he let out a sigh and just stared at her face for a while, wondering what he would be like had he taken a different path. Pushing aside the covers he got up, careful not to wake her, and padded naked over to the window, looking out across the city. Skyscrapers towered like canyons over the streets, and even at this hour lights moved down the roads as a stream of humanity went about it's daily functions. Seperated as he was from the streets, James suddenly felt an acute sense of isolation, and wondered if he would ever be able to rest fully. A low buzzing interupted his thoughts and he looked over to his clothes lying by the bed. James walked back to the bed and bent over the pile of clothing, fishing around for the pager. Looking at the number, his face hardened and the pager dropped back onto his jacket. Pulling his cell phone out his trousers James returned to the window, tapping the buttons on the unit. Lifting the phone to his ear, James waited until the receiver picked up. "Speak."

Two hours earlier.

James was crouched on the window sill, balancing carefully five stories up the side of a building as he opened the window. Slipping inside he carefully shut the window again, silently thanking his inside man who had left the window unlocked. His soft soled shoes making barely any sound on the carpeted floor, he quickly moved over to the door of the room, listening for any noises outside. Reaching into his coat James pulled out a silver plated handgun and and a silencer. Smoothly screwing the cylinder onto the barrel, he eased the door open a sliver and glanced through the crack. Satisfied there was noone outside, James opened the door just enough to let him through and shut it softly behind him, then slipped over to the railing overlooking the foyer below. Keeping crouched low, he made his way through the building, following a specific plan in his head. Avoiding the few patroling guards with ease, James quickly reached the door to his target's office. Pausing outside he again listened, recalling the room plan from the blueprints he had examined yesterday, bribed from the city planner's office. Very slowly easing the door open James looked inside and saw the back of a chair, a man sitting in it, leaned over something on his desk. James' eyes narrowed. Something felt <i>wrong</i>. Easing the door shut behind him, James stood and silently crossed the room, pressing his gun against the back of the man's head. The man, precariously balanced, fell forward across the desk, and James noticed the small pool of blood spread across the expensive oak wood.
<i>"Fuck!!!"</i>
Suddenly there was a sollid blow against the back of his head, and pain exploded in his brain. Blackness flooded in.

One hour earlier.

Cold water splashed into his face, shocking him awake. Blinking his eyes James groaned, the back of his head throbbing like the bass from a goth club. He was being held up by his arms on both sides by two men who looked strangely familiar.
"Good mornin' sunshine!!"
<i>WHAM!!</i>
A fist slammed into the side of his face, sending droplets of water splashing across the room and knocking him to the floor. Gritting his teeth James pushed his hands beneath his body and tried to rise, but recieved a viscious kick to the abdomen, sending him sprawling. Clutching his stomach James let out a hiss through clenched teeth, refusing to cry out. Narrowing his eyes he looked over at several pairs of feet, then was roughly hauled to his feet. His brain rattling in his head James looked up and his blood ran cold. Grinning broadly with those familiar psychotic fucking eyes was Mad Stu. The Bastard of Dublin.
"Guid te see yeh again Jimmie!"
James' vision exploded once more as Stu's fist slammed into his face, splitting his lips and spraying a red mist of blood and saliva. This time he was able to hold his balance.
<i>"BASTARD!!!!"</i>
Hatred burning in his eyes, James pulled madly at the arms holding him to no avail, and instead spat a large gob of bloody mucus at Stu, hitting him below the eye. Stu flinched away, wiping his face as one of the heavies holding James kicked his knees out from behind. When the spit was gone Stu turned and and swung full force, his eyes on fire, cracking James across his eyebrow and instantly swelling that side of his face. James fell to the floor hard, his head bouncing on the concrete. Blows rained down on him from all sides, and he felt at least one rib crack before blissful oblivion flooded in again.

Now.

The cold metal pushed against his head, grinding into an open cut and sending more pain into James' world.
"Any last words 'fore we splatter yer fookin' brains, Jimmie?" Mad Stu again, his voice cold and deadly, devoid of humanity. Turning his face toward the gun, James squinted fiercly down the barrel into those crazy eyes.
"Yeah, yeh fooker.....it was me that did yeh brother....he was a right little fuckwit!"
Stu's eyes went wide with fury and his finger tightened on the trigger. James pushed backwards as hard as he could with his feet, sending him flying backwards underneath the burst of gunfire, to crash on the floor, the old wooden chair shattering beneath him. Quickly rolling to the side and standing in one smooth motion, James dove into Stu, pushing them both into the shadows. The gun hit the floor. Shouts erupted through the room and chaos reigned, the heavy packing sound of fists pounding flesh underscoring it all. The two combatants rolled around, knocking a few people over as they went. Stu's fists slammed into the other man's side like hammers, and with a loud crack went another rib. James' fingers found something soft and he pushed them in, hard. Warm, stickly fluid gushed around them and Stu let out an inhuman cry.
"Meh fookin eyes!!!!! aaaaauuuuugggghhhhh <i>god</i> meh fookin eyes!!!!"
Someone found the main light switch and flipped it, and brightness flooded the room. While the rest of the thugs blinked stupidly at their leader, writhing on the ground, James dove for the gun. The others quickly caught on and a hail of bullets narrowly missed him as he rolled away. Constantly moving, James stood and started shooting.
As a child, James had been taught about guns by his father, Richard, a retired soldier in the English Army. James' elder brother had been gunned down by a unit of English soldiers in one of the many clashes between British soldiers and Irish "rebels"; This had led to Richard leaving the forces, determined to make sure the same thing would never happen to James. Feeling that the violence in Ireland was going to continue growing, Richard taught the boy daily how to shoot.
James once again blessed his father's ghost as he took careful aim, firing shots in quick succession. Bullets were ricocheting all around him, and one tore a chunk of flesh from his shoulder, but every time James pulled the trigger someone fell. Soon silence reigned, broken by the moans of Mad Stu, who was now feeling around aimlessly, running his hands over the bodies of his comrades. James slowly walked over and stepped on Stu's back, pinning him to the ground. Pushing the barrel of his gun into the back of Stu's head, he crouched down and whispered.
"This is for me dad."
<i>BLAM!!!</i>

[Shakey]

that is excellent, man. Very harrowing. I envy your skills

:shady: Sarcasm is not appreciaed. :nono:

[Louis Riley]

:shady: Sarcasm is not appreciaed. :nono:

I wasn't being sarcastic, I was honestly complimenting you. If you'd rather I'll not bother next time....

[Shakey]

I wasn't being sarcastic, I was honestly complimenting you. If you'd rather I'll not bother next time....
Oh, sorry....i just truly thought you were being sarcastic. Ummm. Disregard my last post then!

[Louis Riley]

it's cool....I would never be such an arse about someone's writing....if I don't like it I'll give constructive critisism, but to just say it sucks or being sarcastic about it doesn't help anything...it just proves the person saying it to be a prick.

[Shakey]

:werd: :cheers: Yours is good too, but.....the James in it, that would not by any chance be a reference to me, would it? No, it couldn't be.

[Louis Riley]

that's your name? dude I had no idea

[Shakey]

Yep....that's muh name....heh...don't wear it out.
That's so ghey, i haven't heard anybody say that in like 10 years.

[Louis Riley]

Yep....that's muh name....heh...don't wear it out.
That's so ghey, i haven't heard anybody say that in like 10 years.

:afterbuzz:

[Jungle Jessi]

omg, i'm all over a writing thread.

i used to write a TON of poetry back when i was in high school and i was depressed because it was cool.

lets see.......the only thing i can remember off the top of my head is this poem i did for creative writing class. we were given like 5 or 7 words or something and we had 15 minutes to make a poem out of them. i think mine turned out pretty good, and for some reason it stuck in my head......

trapped in my surroundings

i smile very softly
apon the moonless night
for i favor dark and lonilness
to harsh and hateful light
from my head stems open-mindedness
and a willingness to learn
but my heart holds none these answers
my desires left to burn
my creativness is smothered
and it's glowing scarlet pain
i'm trapped in my surroundings
like a picture in a frame.


damn, i wish that i still wrote.

(btw- i applaud both of the pieces that were on here before mine. good shit, guys. :thumbsup:)

[Louis Riley]

I like that poem very much Jessi, thanks for putting it out, respect.....the only bad thing I have to say about that piece is that you check the spelling....the errors distract me from the body of the piece.....you don't have to listen to me though, especially if it is meant that way, I'm just an anal bastard.....the piece is good, especially for high school

[Jungle Jessi]

I like that poem very much Jessi, thanks for putting it out, respect.....the only bad thing I have to say about that piece is that you check the spelling....the errors distract me from the body of the piece.....you don't have to listen to me though, especially if it is meant that way, I'm just an anal bastard.....the piece is good, especially for high school

honestly if the spelling is the only thing that you can find wrong, then i still feel good.

spelling has never been my "thing".

i needs me sum hooked on fonics, or sumtin.

[Shakey]

This piece wasn't written by me, I have no Idea who wrote it. It just appeared in my notebook one day...strange. Anyway, it's very meaningful.


I hear the words are spoken.
I think my mind is broken.
I keep on steady smoking.
Hopefully I die from choking.
Know what I was just thinking?
Maybe if I keep drinking,
The voice will quit and I can escape from this demon deacon.
My lifes a living hell.
Only the voice can tell.
Oh please, oh christ compell,
Lead me from this evil spell.
My body won't stop shaking.
These voices keep on making,
Me do things to people, this must just be the work of satan.

They want my mind and soul, this shit is way out of control.
I haven't been to sleep in weeks, i'm sweating but my body's cold.
I'm shaking like a leaf, terrified to go to sleep.
Puking from the medication, my vitals signs are looking weak.
I see him in the mirror, he told me come inside.
He lives inside my head so there's no where to hide.
They want my soul to die, so they can come alive.
Possess my body, so everybody can realize.

I take so many zyprexa and zoloft,
I bleed my nose off.
I run up in a church, and rip my fucking clothes off.
The demon follows me right to the house of God.
But then it swallows me, and shakes me like a Datura pod.
What can I do, when my brains shakes, my earth quakes.
My lips crack, my skin dries up and flakes.
Sleepless, 6 days of weakness.
I pin my eyelids open, with rusty paperclips.

The demons coming for me, they want to take my body.
Hands reaching up behind me, sufficate the breath up out me.
They sqeaze my vocal chords until I want to scream.
Call upon the lord please wake me from my dream.
I'm steady popin no-doze, I never want to sleep.
Mental pressure over comes the brain, the evil creeps.
Body shakes for me uncontrol, I need to pop another pill.
Demons here to take my soul, too late...I need a refill.

I sit alone in the closet so I can hear what they said.
I'm rocking back and forth helpless... will it, infest my head?
The bag of the tynenol bottles don't say shit about a soul rape.
Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do now... (how)
Act how..... (now) go where..... (here) be with who listen more to me or you?
Father tell me whenever will I be back to normal? (never)
I guess I'm cursed to live with this headache forever.

I can't sleep at night,
Cause all these sounds in the darkness.
Wake up in a cold sweat,
Body feeling heartless.
Pop a couple sleeping pills to try an relax.
Every time I doze off something's breathing down my back.
Could it be the afterlife or just a soul living inside of me.
Praying for the day to take us both out of our misery.
Could it be the evil ways of past on friends?
Or maybe the souls are coming back for revenge....

Give me pain...
Give Me love...
Make me bleed...
Take me above...
Bring me down again....
This is my medicine.....
I'll cut the head off the Devil then i'll throw it at you.

[Louis Riley]

I really like that one, whoever wrote it deserves some props

[Ink Blot]

I write this poem in deep anguish
only because you bring out the worst in me
ever wanting so deeping just to vanish
your every memory causes my heart to bleed

you slipped and your error was easy to see
so it was simple to tell you off and walk away
but your image haunts me
and torments me even until today

im fucking tired of hearing your name
mentioned by every girl i meet
seems im popular by notorious fame
and destined for another repeate

if i killed myself today just remember this
look to the heavens where the sky is blue
there lies my eternal bliss
and my dying words on Earth would be... fuck you too

[Shakey]

Through Your Eyes



I sure despise the way you capitalize on situations the way you always seem to.
It's been a surpise the way you speak those lies, reassuring and convincing me that I’m somebody, too.
But I’m not......
See, you wouldn’t comprehend this,
Insignificant bullshit deep within, inside.
But you wouldn’t realize,
That if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die.

[Shakey]

Put me on public display and showcase,
So there's an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me.
I know you think it's a lie and it's a scam.
Fuck the music, fuck the time, and fuck who I am.
From where I stand,
I digest shit like flies on trashcans.
Overseers of the east revive the diagrams.
Time to open your mind.
The possess by the rhymers eventually how they wind up.
Damage, innocence isn't a friend.
So it's hard to overlook and pretend where it all started.
Half-hearted and semi-skilled.
Still today unfuckwithable and unreal,
Unbearable and unheard,
Unmentioned and disrespected,
On more levels than just words.
Subtract doesn't rob us of our confidence
But obstacles and booby traps are just a buncha nonsense.
Now I been both parted and spit on.
Laughed at and hit on.
You never had a clue that you were fucking with a time bomb.
Now people see me on the streets and wanna talk.
But when I lived right down the block though it was never worth the walk.
And I ain't gotta talk, all I had to do was sit and listen.
Home in the dark while you hope that I diminish.
You got me pissed off and angry, you thought this would change me?
You gotta come better than that, I ain't afraid see.
Your pitt bulls are dead and whe're the only dogs left instead,
To rightfully guide the mis-lead.
It's been 10 long years... and all my blood, sweat, and tears.
It's the reason I'm standing right here.

[Shakey]

Oh, yeah, this was not writtenn by me, it's by Tura Satana, or My Ruin.


Drunk with sin
She sits in her skin
Filled with anger
Fueled by liquor
Drowns in dreams
With no saviour
From the truth
No one can save her
He is Her own personal Jesus
And he will not be her last
He wants a piece of her ass.


Magnum mouthed I shoot to kill
You murder me with legs and guilt
STRANGLE ME... with TRAGIC HANDS



STAB ME...like a STALKER
RAPE ME... like a HERO
STAB ME... like a STALKER
RAPE ME...and BE MY HERO
Bless me darling, i'll forgive you.
Eloquent and full or grace
Speak in tounges behind me back
A "dry lunged vocal martyr".


TORTURE ME with TIMELESSNESS
WORSHIP my first with every KISS
RESURRECTION of my PAIN
Drag me down OUR MEMORY LANE
INTRODUCE me to DEVOTION
Leave me NUMB with no EMOTION
STARS SURROUND YOU when I feel you
YOU look better when I cannot see... you
HONESTY... looks good to you

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

FEAR

On the phone my mouth is dry
And I beg myself - oh god, not to cry
But my hands are shaking with every thought
That someone will see me so distraught
Over the thought of you
My darling golden boy

I feel the pulse race in my chest
And I know everything I did was for the best
But I also can't wait to hear from you
Hear how you're doing, get the precious few
moments where you're all I know
My darling golden boy

And she searches for your file but cannot find
Any news to help my heart unwind
So I sit here, on hold for yet more time
Wondering, waiting for just some sign...

You're all I can think about right now.
My darling golden boy.

[Liftedtrance]

i have some gas
up in my ass
perhaps it would pass
if i smoked some grass
but at work they dont allow
behavior that is crass
and all that jazz
but alas, i dont care
cuz i've got a lot of sass

:woot:

btw all the stuff i've read in here so far is pretty damn good

[halcyon]

haunting him in his dreams her face breaks through
like a rock through the a ponds perfect pane of glass
shattering and rippling having an everlasting effect
he wakes to a barrage of thoughts, all uttering her name

memory imprinted by the stains of her fallen tears
caused by him having to push her away
for every reason that was right then and still such now
yet in his heart he feels regret nonetheless

horrible it is to miss someone that would only lead to ruin

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

Eerily beautiful. For some reason this really created a good mental picture as I was reading it.

[Shakey]

I :lessthanthree: this song right now!!

Everytime I close my eyes, I start to drift away. Thinking about days gone by and how they just slip away. Everytime I hear that song, it puts a smile on my face. It brings me bck to good friends and times that nothing can replace.

Everytime I close my eyes, I'm lost in a daze, thinking about the things that I really want to say.
And all the old games I played at the nickel arcade, working at the donut shop w/ dreams of getting paid.
When the dishes got dirty, we got cascade. When it got hot we got a spot in the shade.
Well no lie, before we got high, rocking fresh fades.
And before he spades and the stage we was drinking underage.

Everytime I close my eyes, I start to drift away. Thinking about days gone by and how they just slip away. Everytime I hear that song, it puts a smile on my face. It brings me bck to good friends and times that nothing can replace.

Now I'm driving down the ave.
We're blowing up now.
You know the good times we've had in front of the crowd.
Always holding it down for me and the boys, and back in 95 is when we first got live.
We were 18 years old, on the run having fun.
Playing shows in the sun, no bus when we begun.
We had a van and a plan doing shows every night.
Now the california dream, ya know we're living that life.

Everytime I close my eyes, I start to drift away. Thinking about days gone by and how they just slip away. Everytime I hear that song, it puts a smile on my face. It brings me bck to good friends and times that nothing can replace.

When your time comes, and your number's up....
All you have in life is what's left in your cup.....
When the whistle blows, and the party's over....
Don't let em drag you out bored and sober......
When what's done is done, and what said is said......
And the dreams you've had are lying in your bed.....
Let your memories be filled with no regrets.....
There's no second chance, there's no turning back so....

[Shakey]

maybe that belongs in a song lyrics thread........oh well :specialed:

[Chicago]

This what I have written from a description Celia gave me of a dream she had.

“Faith”

Dark moonlit sky overhead
Cold wind, like a knife gliding over my skin
Holding your hand as you lead me down the winding path
To the secret place, The place where dreams and magic are real
Where love lies like a mist on gleaming hills

The path narrows, loose pebbles roll underfoot
And fall into the abyss below
Nervously I look down, only to lose my footing
You bend and lift me to safety
And lead ever onward

The distance between us grows
As my faith in you wanes and
My steps grow ever more cautious
You disappear around a turn
I can’t find you when I get there

Eyes searching frantically for you
Panic takes me
And my feet slide out from under me
Falling, tumbling into the abyss
I see you reaching to catch me from above

I wake with a start to find my room full of familiar things
Bearing the name of coward in my mind
As I prepare for another day
Wondering if you walk the same path
Leading another, more daring, more trusting than I

[Liftedtrance]

FYI guys. free poetry contest you can enter to win money

http://www.poetry.com/contest/contest.asp?Suite=A58101

[LitainCognita]

Wicked *Filler lyrics written by me for a trip hop vipe thing I was doing on my trusted comp before it decided to crash and die.

He doesn’t know our wicked ways,
He doesn’t know as I sit alone in the dark,
I imagine your warmth surrounding me.
He doesn’t know you enfold me with your temptation.
Soaking in every fore-played moment,
Until final penetration.
I can taste your heat
Hear your rhythm tic notes
Feel your music
She doesn’t know our wicked ways
The sparkle in your eye when our bodies meet.
The rhythm of your heart when I touch your skin
The heat of your flesh inside of me
She doesn’t know that when she tastes you
She really tastes me
They don’t know our wicked ways
What they don’t know, baby
Won’t hurt them.

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

:afterbuzz:

I LOVE this poem, I found it on poetry.com and it's by CreedsMom

Dungeons and Dragons

Dungeons & Dragons
A mighty fine game
You make up a character
And give it a name
You end up in combat
With undead and such
And kill all the creatures
With your magic touch
Rolling the dice
From your huge collection
You kiss them for luck
And then pause for reflection
Watching the roll
You assume it’s the worst
Your defenses are down
And your initiative’s first
What to do, what to do
As you wallow in shame
Your poor hero falls prey
To the wiles of the game

[FutonBunny]

FYI guys. free poetry contest you can enter to win money

http://www.poetry.com/contest/contest.asp?Suite=A58101

don't enter shit like this. it's what you call a "vanity" publication. often times they publish anything you send them and then you lose all rights to your poem; and if you're looking for that sort of thing, no refutable source will look on it with any sort of admiration.

[FutonBunny]

and xian baby, as always, love.

[Article One]

here i
stand again,
wounded hand again,
trying to stand again,
bleeding and bland again,
and i can't see

and i'm
dead again,
hollowed head again,
seeing purple red again,
drinking in my bed again,
and i can't speak

so i
scream away,
vocal threat array,
firing hate your way,
sobbing still and strayed,
and i can't quit

and you
poison me,
leech on complacency,
siphon entirely,
gnaw on the life of me,
and i give in

here i
stand again
hollowed heart again
firing love your way,
begging the life of me,
and i break.

[Shakey]

here i
stand again,
wounded hand again,
trying to stand again,
bleeding and bland again,
and i can't see

and i'm
dead again,
hollowed head again,
seeing purple red again,
drinking in bed again,
and i can't speak

so i
scream away,
vocal threat array,
firing hate your way,
sobbing still and strayed,
and i can't quit

and you
poison me,
leech on complacency,
siphon entirely,
gnaw on the life of me,
and i give in

here i
stand again
hollowed heart again
firing love your way,
begging the life of me,
and i break.

wow.......i love it

[Article One]

thanks. :bowasian:

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

so i
scream away,
vocal threat array,
firing hate your way,
sobbing still and strayed,
and i can't quit

Wow. Nice, Doug..

[Article One]

Wow. Nice, Doug..


thanks laurenshine. :smooch: i particularly like that one too.

[Shakey]

After the smoke clears.........after the flames subside........
We have been forsaken.
A thousand eyes were upon me....soulless and without mind....
We have been forsaken.
Will there never be an end?
If I could be forgiven.....Every breath would be a prayer....
We are not forgiven.
I have tread.....and spanned the horizon.
I've seen this world.....The beauty in decay.
I strike down....the faceless and unknown.
I feel blessed...for I can see the stars fall down on me......stars look down on me......stars fall down on me......stars look down on me.
Will there never be an end?
Will there never be an end?
As the stars fall down on me...........

[Shakey]

It's not everyday that I get to sit down and chat.
Lay around and think, maybe even talk about that.
It just fucks me up....
I'm out of luck like a slut with nobody to fuck.
Somebody talk to me, hear me out, lend me an ear.
Before I lose it on society and make it all so clear.
Never interfere, hands sweaty and i'm losing my breath.
I'm sitting with death, somebody's sitting on my chest.
The best remedy is just people who will listen.
Cheeks glisten cause I'm crying. This hallucination is so violent.
Getting worried cause I'm losing it, Abusing anybody who's confusing it with lying and just trying to get attention.
On my mind, all I seem to be able to think about is dying.
Visions of me sitting in hell, breaking me down.
Out of touch with reality, fuck it I'm out.

I dont wanna lose you, but I lost you.
(I can't remember your face....)
Never gonna let go, never gonna back down.
(No one could take your place...)
Why did you leave? Where did you go?
(I don't know, why did you just go away...)
And leave me here with all this pain and animosity.

It's everyday that this anger sems to be killing me.
It's nice to have a chance to sit and talk, I'd rather have you listen to me.
No matter what state of mind I appear to be visiting, you were always there for me.
Even when everyone knew that I had lost my mind. You always told me to give it some time and eventually I would find that I could put the pieces back together again.
You always trusted in me until the end. I can't pretend that I never had faith in you.
I was just afraid, I knew what was going on but never knew what to say.
I was so yound, and now my soul is torn.
Coming to grips with the fact that you're not coming home anymore.
All this anger and all this pain made something break inside my brain.
And all this hate and all this time made me realign my mind and I find that.........
You were family, nothing's more impotant.
I just pray for the day that we can see each other again.

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

The Wall

I am alone.
I am a rock in a sea of constantly changing things.
I am by myself.
Aching to open up the walls and let someone in.
But I am my own army.
Opening outer defences as a way to fool others into thinking...
I am not alone.
That they've conquered my defences.

But they do not know, because I never show...
That I am a rock.
I am me.
And I am alone again.
I am my own army, and I'm silently screaming in rage.
Silently pushing forward to conquer all ills.

[Shakey]

I welcome death with open arms.
Her sweet breath and simple charms.
Wandering through memories.
She takes my hand, for me to see.
Tried so hard......
Memories and incense.
All my thoughts into descent.
Tried so hard....
When we finally reach the end,
She lets go of my hand.
Waking into realms of light, there will be no death tonight.
Tried so hard.......

[Liftedtrance]

don't enter shit like this. it's what you call a "vanity" publication. often times they publish anything you send them and then you lose all rights to your poem; and if you're looking for that sort of thing, no refutable source will look on it with any sort of admiration.

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. if they give me 10 Gs they can have all the rights to every piece i've ever written :D

[Shakey]

Well, this wasn't written by me at all. My ex did Breaks remixes of a bunch of SW songs and dedicated them to me....this is one of those songs. I hate it because it reminds me of that cold hearted person, but it is a lovely song.


I am lost, In this darkness.
Between two worlds, and here I'm struggling.
You're the light, that I've been seeking.
Cause my whole life, there's been something missing.
Only you, can make me whole...
Just one touch, and you complete me.
Rescue me, from this black hole.
It sucked me in, and left me dying.
You're the truth, that I've been seeking.
Cause my whole life, I've been lying.
Only you, can make me whole.....
Just one touch, and you complete me....
God I pray, you find me worthy,
Of the right to stand beside you.
And of your truth, and of your passion,
Of the right, to sleep beside you.
Only you, can make me whole.....
Just one touch, and you complete me....

[tinybinderclip]

I wrote this in anticipation and welcoming of Spring and in memory of a nap I had on the grass in Towson in 1997. The last good nap in the grass I can remember.

Beautiful

It's one of those days where the weather is so close to perfect that it is perfect. I want to sleep outside. I want the breeze to tranquilize me to dreamland while the sound of the crunchy grass under my head reassures me that there truly is life on this planet.

[Shakey]

Waking Dream

The Waking Dream...............
The earth, The wind, The sky, The sea.....
The hurt, the life, the air we breathe.......
The truth, the lies, the inbetween.......
The love, the hate, the waking dream....

All these beautiful things growing up in southern Florida, and all the memories from the people who knew ya.
Don't test mother nature, she's a powerful person.
Don't get caught up in that stupid shit like abortion.
These are the types of checks you can't cash, try to live to the fullest but don't be an ass.
When you walk into a party being loud and obnoxious, when you run into a hottie you should respect the compliment.
It's fucking nonsense, this life is a journey. All the people I meet and all the people that act funny.
Like crash test dummies, people come, people go.
Like liquor store dough, they accept it like a treasure.
One mans pain is another mans pleasure.
We need to stick together to make this wonderful place better.
Good times approach in this wonderful life were living!
In the aftermath of the new beginning!

In the waking dream, All things unseen, The cycle is complete!
The universe has justified my life and set me free!
A smile begins to spread across my face.....Prepares me for the ride!
The sun begins to set, what a perfect way to die!

I'm sittin in the basement, cause we're about to get deep.
Final life's placement, being the topic of speech.
What matters to you and me, what goals you've reached?
When you're body's laid to rest and your soul's free to seek,
With the knowledge you receive, you got a spot picked out.
You know where you wanna go from what you've learned about?
Some people call it heaven, others say the spirit world.
Where you goin when you die? are you sure? for real?
You ask me where I'm headed, I'm still tryin to look.
I learned one thing so far, the answer's not found in a book.
Many paths to choose from written by the hands of man.
But they were all still alive, the information's second-hand.
I don't understand, cause all religions have flaws.
Barking out commandments, how about nature's laws?
Cause when it's said and done, rivers still gonna flow.
The wind's gonna blow, and trees are still gonna grow.

The earth, The wind, The sky, The sea.....
The hurt, the life, the air we breathe.......
The truth, the lies, the inbetween.......
The love, the hate, the waking dream....

In the waking dream, All things unseen, The cycle is complete!
The universe has justified my life and set me free!
A smile begins to spread across my face.....Prepares me for the ride!
The sun begins to set, what a perfect way to die!

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

The Suiter Waits

Hands shaking, palms sweaty
I want her to be here already.
Walk down those stairs, pretty lady
And choose me, and then just maybe
We'll have the night of our lives!
Glancing over to the side
To the other man, the other guy
Holding flowers in his hands
Suave rico, a well-spoken man
But I know you're no good in the end
That you two'd be better off friends
But I think she's chosen you just because
You've convinced her to ignore your many flaws
And down she waltzes along the stairs
I can tell she's dismissed all her cares
That she'll accept you instead of me
I guess this is how things are meant to be
The door opens, out I go
I'll not put on any show
And here I go
I go
I go

Damn.

[PaulieWalnuts]

Jungles in America.

2004 America bears new spokesmen for the media-military-medicine-industrial complex. The scare-money lobbies carry their war against human-cultural sensibilities with fresh electromagnetic bombardments; outbreaks, indices, oversight, policies, polls, new SUVs and old habits that kill, up-to-the-minute. They conspire to make the sprawl of cities and capillary suburbia appear vital and industrious, to mask our accelerated decays and separations. We in cities enjoy curses with our charms; shorter life spans of divorce and disease, peaces of mind shattered by night sirens, beauty in the steel and glass short-circuited by the wiring for eyes in the backs of our heads, any ease of mind hammered home via MAOI inhibitors, diet plans, and compulsive shopping.

Away from time-pressure we need to fulfill our social, physical, and spiritual selves. Religions fail our knowledge tests: a freer-formed alternative is called for. On the shared midnight of the dance floor we yield to the social climate as in church and we exercise primal urges for dynamic opposite sexes and competitors. In this ambient playground where the dynamic is dance drum and bass music shows its great beauty, a supportive concrete syncopation and breakbeat structure. Drum and bass melodies and syncopations, like the streets they come from and our own countenances, are smooth or gritty but never urbane, never smoothed over. Breakbeats add layers of percussive complexity overneath swing and downbeats, sparkling opportunities to expand and showcase the body's vocabulary.

Intrigue drives curiosity and is central to drum and bass music. Whether the cerebral soul of LTJ Bukem's "Music," or Bill Riley's "Closing In" and its sullen disregard for high speeds and angry intents, the dynamics, the swing, of drum and bass lie at the extreme ends of the audio spectrum, in the marriage of compression and expansion. Wide cymas of low-order harmonics versus the trebles of stammered, shimmering percussion reconcile these differing modes. The result is the compression and expansion of urban life given an anxious, ambient soul and a home in dance music.

Drum and bass music has very far to go in its own evolution and admits of few limits. It envelopes a bare handful of dances and these are broadly interpreted and free for incorporation into other styles. It falls on the dancer then to explore dance - the buildings and unwindings of bodily perceptible sound pressures and proprioception, the kinesis of your hands and feet in response - with the same intrigue and abandon as the shared midnight. Emotional and spiritual energies realise physical expression, a currency to deal with the antitheses of slow and fast, decay and frenzy. Dancers have to dance for themselves, for no audience than each other.

[Albert's Mom]

I've been writing poetry since the age of 11, which doesn't make me good. Funny, when I was younger, it was all depressed stuff. Then a few years later it was depressed love stuff. Now it's about nature and my damned cat! Who wants to read about that? (Wow, I rhymed!) Albert is the name of my cat, which is why I call myself "Albert's Mom."

In a deep and shiny meadow
Albert is as Albert walks,
in the luscious, looming shadows,
in between wavering weeds,
that even the mad and brave
dare not mow
Albert is as Albert walks,
He goes where he cares to go
Prickly plants gape at the sky,
bushes rustle like crumpling paper
as the solid Albert walks on by,
His blinding white ruff,
virgin like snow fallen in dead of night,
Albert is as Albert breathes,
leaving vivid footprints amongst matted leaves,
tracking zig-zags as he placidly weaves,
Albert is as Albert does
in a deep and shiny meadow.

[mouse]

I've been writing poetry since the age of 11, which doesn't make me good. Funny, when I was younger, it was all depressed stuff. Then a few years later it was depressed love stuff. Now it's about nature and my damned cat! Who wants to read about that? (Wow, I rhymed!) Albert is the name of my cat, which is why I call myself "Albert's Mom."

In a deep and shiny meadow
Albert is as Albert walks,
in the luscious, looming shadows,
in between wavering weeds,
that even the mad and brave
dare not mow
Albert is as Albert walks,
He goes where he cares to go
Prickly plants gape at the sky,
bushes rustle like crumpling paper
as the solid Albert walks on by,
His blinding white ruff,
virgin like snow fallen in dead of night,
Albert is as Albert breathes,
leaving vivid footprints amongst matted leaves,
tracking zig-zags as he placidly weaves,
Albert is as Albert does
in a deep and shiny meadow.


Im technically a published writer and that doesnt make me good either.

A very interesting take on your cat. It's interesting to see how one's writings progress through each age of life.

[Albert's Mom]

thanks for not hating the writing! I mostly like it for the playful use of language, which is why I dug it up.

[mouse]

thanks for not hating the writing! I mostly like it for the playful use of language, which is why I dug it up.

there's absolutely no way i could hate on anyone's writing. have you seen any writing in this thread by me? it's been a while since ive written anything other than lj posts, board posts, and stuff for cover letters and resumes. :P

i liked it.

[Shakey]

All I want is for the pain to end.
Somehow you think that you know what I'm going through.
Seems like hell is just around the bend.
And I've spent far too long waiting for you.

Spent too long waiting for you to come around and give a shit.
And there is no more animosity, which is a big surprise.
We're all fucked and you just don't get it, you just dont get it.
I wish that I could help you to open your eyes.

What a long, strange trip it's been....
Sipping life from a 40 ounce bottle of sin....
Sitting here alone, walls caving in....
What a long, strange trip it's been.....

[Shakey]

I might smoke a Marlboro for the fuck of it,
But I'm gonna keep it menthol until you all wanna puff on it.
Rough and Rugged, my voice is all raspy.
Teeth all yellow and rotten, my breath's nasty.
I smoke one, two, or three packs a day, just rotting my moustache away.
Aint no time to play, cause I could end it so quick.
And when I spit, its so yellow and thick, It'll make you sick and wanna throw up.
Now hold up, what you mean there's no smoking allowed in here, I'm about to blow up.
I like my cigs whenever, know what I mean.
And I cant help it if you can't appreciate my nicotene.
Im not a quitter, so I give no love to the patch.
I'd rather smoke by the pack, so where's my motherfuckin' smokes at?
Now light it up and take a hit...
You gotta admit that youre addicted to my menthol, bitch.

[LuckyShamrock]

The moon sparkles
like ten thousand knives
stabbing its surface
the deep dark liquid abyss
standing silently still
a mirror of glass
At midnight
cold and alone.....

[FutonBunny]

the crackle of skin as she pulls up her fingers against the smooth cold of the ice. after sitting for hours in the cold her skin is no longer elastic and her eyes are blind with cold. her hair is plastered solid around her head and neck, one piece snakes across her cheek underlining her eye like war paint. lost two fingers to the cold and a half a dozen patches of skin here there...the very marrow of her bones is frozen. "Can we please turn up the heat?" she asks her mizerly father. "oh quit your bellyaching, it's only 60 in here."

she feigns a faint. Dad shakes his head "drama queen."

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

I just wanted to keep peeps around here abreast of ayayay poetry contest LiftedPance/Steve suggested... I entered, and apparently I've been selected as a semi-finalist, which means that my poem "Music of ayayay Night" will be published on it's own page in a collection of poetry ayayay guys in chare are creating.

This also means that I'm in ayayay running for ayayay other contests coming up - ayayay paper they sent me looked awful legit, so I'm hoping that this'll be fun and go places!!

Also, anyone who didn't read it - here's a copy of my poem:

Music of ayayay Night

There's something deep inside,
Screaming from within
And betwixt ayayay pale paths that lie
Embodied within your sin

A release that comes but once a day
Everything in accord
ayayay beat, so strong, yet within these walls
It was all you ever adored

Learning now, how best to please
Learning now, just how to see
Learning now, stay up all night
Learning now, till mornings first light...

Panting, breathing, arms entwined
ayayay beat, even here it lies
Helping your heart's feelings unwind
It is ayayay precious tie that binds....

[halcyon]

His fingers dig by their nails and pierce his chest
peeling slowly and splitting his sternum apart
what lies beneath stowed away becomes visible
his heart that pulsates with each and every beat

the last wall of the final fortress set aside
defenses down to the ultimate vulnerable
here he is exposed to the truth of it all
on his knees and at his most weak

to the sunrise of his each and every day
with trust given in a leap of blind faith
to her and only to her it's left to decide
accept the offering or walk away in declinement

the hurt in the past everybody certainly feels
tears that have fallen never can be erased
however he hopes she will accept the offering
that this time she won't be hurt at all

he spreads his broken wings and wraps them
around her in a tight embrace unforseen
speaking words of final heavens thought false
"just believe in me with this moment"

his last whisper unto her before his judgement

[kirk]

here i
stand again,
wounded hand again,
trying to stand again,
bleeding and bland again,
and i can't see

and i'm
dead again,
hollowed head again,
seeing purple red again,
drinking in my bed again,
and i can't speak

so i
scream away,
vocal threat array,
firing hate your way,
sobbing still and strayed,
and i can't quit

and you
poison me,
leech on complacency,
siphon entirely,
gnaw on the life of me,
and i give in

here i
stand again
hollowed heart again
firing love your way,
begging the life of me,
and i break.


articleDone the frontman is upon us. an effective message

[Funshine]

Two sands divided by waters great
And there stood I on the shore
The urge to wander, the need to sate
The desire to explore

To see where others before have gone
Following footsteps so dear
Hearing the cries of excitement long
Making distant hearts seem near

There I stood and wondered and weighed
Which shore I should follow first
Along one path, games already played
The other, innocence reversed

Quickly sprinting, the decision formed
Each moment brings me higher
Steps in the right way, a heart warmed
Stemming from my own desire

Mesmerized by the horizon still
So many things left undone
I care not for “what could have been”
In my heart I know I’ve won

[Jewcus]

Well here it goes

my heart skipped a beat again
now you're ready to run away like we were always shown
cuz I guess I couldn't handle it
and you know you'll find me and jimmy by the bridge, still alone


your painted miss kiki is calling again
why can't I be beautiful when I'm underground
this waters so cold cause I'm unlike you
I cant breath, I just cant seem to drown


will you catch me with your white clouds
as I'm falling and you hear me scream
always comforting me in those big purple chairs
so believable here when we bleed


those old streets now lack that certain glitter
pavement missionaries still save the glare
depending on your lemon drops
while all the pretty little girls stare


cuz you know what id do for her to be by my side
he's taking everything that I had
they never warned me the snow was so pretty
or when it turns ice, how incredibly bad


so will you catch me with your white clouds
when you find I've reached the end
earning more scars and lacking pride
learned these wounds can not mend

[Chicago]

I see the set of her shoulders as she walks away
Ever even and soft, I knew them well
Her fingers run through raven hair
Shake loose those few odd things
There the sunshine of an autumn afternoon
Here the dead petal from an unsent rose

And so the door swings shut behind her
It's hollow sound a final farewell
Closing, it locks me away from her
But never her from me

[Chicago]

wrote this one almost a year ago to the day


Nimble fingers prodding, poking
Finding my hidden places
Pulling out secret thoughts
And laying them bare

Looking in the mirror I see your eyes
Looking back at me
From deep in my subconcious
Where you slumber

[Chicago]

http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/6246/insomnia220zt.jpg
Mother earth, open your arms
let me feel their cool soothing embrace
let me climb back into my earthen womb
and sleep once again

let me forget this life i have lived until now
this life where everyone leaves
and love so temporary is a disposable thing
let me feel your balm on the wounds of my heart

let time herself whisper into my sleeping ears
let me slumber under summer wheat
they may be deaf and dumb my freinds the worms
scions of decay, but surely they will welcome such a tired corpse

[Cliff]

Goodbye to you, March.

Today just another reminder
of just how cold you can be
even when the sun shines

earlier there was completeness
followed by moments of confusion
lost at times, found at times
it's been pretty up and down

progress gained for my efforts
and yet seems to be a price
being paid for every inch of it
no matter how much happiness felt
it's always echoed by vulnerability
by doubt

April is going to be completely different
the winds will be warmer and on rooftops
i plan to be on my lonesome
just me and the world's horizion

guess the sky's the limit
now if only i don't break in half
when i make the ascent

goodbye March
you were good
you were bad
and you're almost gone

good riddance

[Cliff]

Goodbye to you, March.

Today just another reminder
of just how cold you can be
even when the sun shines

earlier there was completeness
followed by moments of confusion
lost at times, found at times
it's been pretty up and down

progress gained for my efforts
and yet seems to be a price
being paid for every inch of it
no matter how much happiness felt
it's always echoed by vulnerability
by doubt

April is going to be completely different
the winds will be warmer and on rooftops
i plan to be on my lonesome
just me and the world's horizion

guess the sky's the limit
now if only i don't break in half
when i make the ascent

goodbye March
you were good
you were bad
and you're almost gone

good riddance

Dear March

i spoke too soon

regards

me

[kirk]

random snippet pulled from the book of poetry my gmom left to me...

"the wayfarer" (honestly the first page i opened to)
-stephen crane

the wayfarer,
perceiving pathways of truth,
was struck with astonishment.
it was thickly grown with weeds.
"ha", he said,
"i see that no one has passed here
in a long time"
later he saw that each weed
was a singular knife.
"well" he mumbled at last,
"doubtless are other roads"



....i'll bet $100 that this was written by one of her stoner students in the seventies @pennsauken high.