August Writer's Thread

[Cliff]

late one night it might happen
maybe in a near darkness
or in some place full of lit
but it happens

you heart falls in love
over that melody that flows
through your ears and soul
like a wave of energy
snaps you in half
it's something more
you can't see it
but like love itself
it's what you feel
that's all that matters

like the lost lover
you see one minute
and then she's gone forever the next
for a bit you wonder if
it's going to be a tune
that you forever lose
in the sands of time
like so many tunes before it

the affliction i speak of
it's music
the only worth a fuck
worth more than you
than me
than everyone

don't ever make me choose
all this bullshit
you drown yourselves
in talk of armchair activism
i'll have no part of it

i'm not better than anyone
but i do consider myself a world apart
people ask me why music
if you have to ask the question
you'll never understand the answer

music

it's the only thing i can feel


when the rough day passes
the sun sets on another struggle
melodies ease me into slumber

i'm not elitist
just evolved.


wish you were here

[BPMninja]

Very nice.

:affection:

[Shawn_E]

Row row row your boat gently down the stream,
Life is but a dream,
Although that's what we were told,
And so it seems,
They left out the fact, which we keep in tact,
That we would need to know what it means,
I mean,
At least I do, but I know I am no different than him or you,
So I question it, I question it all,
Row row row your boat, make sure you don't fall,
Is the way it should go,
Because this world will eat you alive,
And we must all fight to survive,
Just in case you didn't know,

um shit i gotta get back to work haha sorry i tried.

[Fetterbug]

I am posting this again, because this midget is hurting. :sadblue:

you've come to visit me again
and damn you act so natural
why is it that i'm the only one
to lose my composure?
maybe you want to concentrate on the here
and now
but every time i ask the question, you give me
that demure, all-knowing smile

we used to share everything, i used to know you
inside and out
now i share fleeting moments that always end the same
--me reaching out, grasping for more
i know you're not in control either
but keeping silent only fuels my despair

won't you just once admit there's something different?
or does it still feel like high school to you?
do you still think we're close?
our time together makes me so damned bitter
when i should be thankful for any sign of you

but i'm pissed that our relationship has been reduced
to wavy lines in my subconscious
i'm pissed that i don't know when
i may see you again
in some place other than my dreams.
god, i miss you.

[Hitoi]

i like that one.

[PaulieWalnuts]

Summer sales, summer nights, summer barbeques and summer-wear surround me.

And all I can wish for right now are overcast, cool fall days.

[Fetterbug]

A million sunsets retire
as the pity party winds down
to the bitter, bitter end.
One day to mourn, to grieve
to remember every aspect
of the searing hurt and pain.
Thick waves of anger course
through my veins, as I wrestle
with the demons of youth.
Twice a year I unwrap the
mental package with your name
neatly stenciled on the front.
And relive our brief time
together ~ laughter, tears and
the final goodbye I denied myself.
Your last moments were spent
beneath twisted metal and glass;
and I cannot forgive him for that.
But I am so utterly spent
and tired of having your death
define my life.
So just like clockwork I
rewrap your box with
another layer of fear and guilt.
To store it somewhere between
my beating heart and burning soul
--until next year.

[Ink Blot]

Your simple existance turns the roses red,
When they glance up and see; they blush with excitement,
from the moment they laid their eyes upon you instead,
they wish too they were from heaven sent.

the lillies become white with envy,
when they see you walking by,
carefree like the spring bumble bee,
and gorgeous like the summer butterfly.

the magnolias shine with gold like the sun,
only to recieve a smile from you,
to them you are the only one
thats important, like the fresh morning dew.

the violets are the color of blue,
cold with bitter jealousy,
wanting affection too,
and the same attention as she.

I can say you are truely rare like the orchid flower,
giving me a sence of innocence and hope to wash away my doubts,
I see every sad day and rainpour as a simple may shower,
Because i know that after the storm, the sun is not far behind the clouds.

I can continue to boast til the coming decade,
and the rest of the garden would agree,
but as the rest of the world ages and fades,
the story of your beauty will continue for all eternity.

[juicyjay]

being alone and misunderstood is what choked the essence out of my life. daily searching for the answer to bliss was no where to be found when my heat was aching to be mended. but then a single soul broke through and touched my life. with this person; happiness was restored to the emptiness of my heart. smiles and laughs were all that could be seen and heard instead of the daily crying that use to haunt my soul. painful memories begin to fade away whereas new events drift in and leave fresh footprints in my heart that will never be forgotten. learning from mistakes past I know not to take anything for granted in the present and future to come. every moment is cherished with you because I am grateful to have someone like you in my life.

so from now till the end this one simple fact remains...
for all the times that you've been there for me I promise I will always be there for you. never think about being abandoned or alone because if you look beside you, I'll always be there.


found this on my LJ. i wrote it in highschool

[Ink Blot]

I wipe the tears away from my eyes
i sew my broken heart back together
i pick up my dreams from the floor
i think am ready to be hurt again

piece by piece my soul regains its shape
my selfesteem grows with each breath i take
i pick up my chin from my chest
i think am ready to be hurt again

i was anxious to get up this morning
to feel the gentle warmth of the sun
the air tasted crisp today
i think am ready to be hurt again

my shadow walks behind me now
my feet no longer drags
i swing my arms a little higher
i think am ready to be hurt again

the past no longer gets to me
our song has grown old
your name seems so faded
i think am ready to be hurt again

it's been a while since i had some company
but i am happy where i am
i look forward to my tomorrow
i think im ready to be hurt again



another random poem written in class

[FutonBunny]

music

it's the only thing i can feel


sing it brother!

[darkenetiks]

wrote this earlier this month, whateverrrrrrrrrr:

how does it feel to advertise plastic?

manufactured reality that you try so hard to make natural.
go there, because they will. be seen here, because they are. put on an act so convincing you could win all of the academy's awards.
sure, you like this one & that one & truly do get along. you can have that.
you can't shake the image of plastic though. trust me, that'll never go away.
have your fun, nobody's saying you can't. everybody knows what your true intentions are.
sheep in wolves clothing, so tragically hip.
i don't care about you, i care about your actions.
it bothers me that transparency brings you satisfaction.
exploiting my passion in such an undesirable fashion
infesting the area, similar to the way ants can
what you forgot about this game that you're playing is, i'm the orkin man.
please, take comfort in knowing that the only reason you're here is because my relationship's growing.
we'll be fine taking time to enjoy our lives, without reason or rhyme.
silly poser with a clone, more annoying than a wack ringtone.
the word "everlasting" is far from existant, with the bullshit in which you're pathetically persistant.
i know this may seem like i harbor a lot of hate
the funny thing is, in reality, i'm just waiting on your expiration date.

to quote N.E.R.D - "fuckin posers".

[clever accident]

love - like golden rays shining through the atmosphere
warming that coastal storm around my heart
the eye(s) of the hurricane seeing so much of myself
you - my only port in the storm

so old, but so true..

[Hitoi]

hypocritically speaking, i can agree
sharing the same mentality
this isn't what i am
it isn't what i'm made of
the right (or wrong?) stimuli is completely to blame
enough to bring me here to this hidden level
clearly an area we're meant to bypass
yet i get caught up in the mess
a mess even you can't save me from
do you honestly think i feel little?
intimidated by its artificial sweetness?
trust me, i don't
i'm a big girl
i know my worth
i know who i am (and am quite satisfied, thank you)
my reactions stem from your semi-forgotten mistakes
no big deal, i'll just build my own walls as we move forward
safety first, right?
fingers crossed for a smooth ride ahead
you drive
i'm too busy searching for butterflies

[sassypance]

i completely forgot we did these :whoa:

:hmm: i may post something soon... BUTNOTYET!.... soooooon.. :ponder:

[hot4golly]

Oh how she haunts my dreams
Only to wake and find things arent as they seem
When I slumber I see her next to me
But when I wake the bed is empty

One day I will have my Golly
Then the world will see the pay off for my follie
Then who will have the last laugh
Till then go ahead and think me daft

[hot4golly]

Oh Golly, you're so fancy
When you're bouncing around the club and dancing
or when you're passing out cupcakes
You're better than all these fakes

You're smile gives me chills
You're body gives me thrills
But alas I must love from afar
Or Emma may hit me with her car

[IcePrincess2250]

:hilarious:

*gasps for air*

[IcePrincess2250]

how come no one ELSE has ever written me lovely poetry like this?

golly-stalker, i think we're meant to be.

[the sex molesters]

i've got a bunch of unfinished poems/songs. i think i'll post them here:

hedonism

if it came to being rich,
happy, or healthy,
i'd choose being happy
yeah, fuck what they say


bastille day

a new reign of terror
whoops we made an error
it wasn't you after all

sorry that we killed you
bound, gagged, and tortured you
but you were found guilty by our military
tribunal.


you and us
sometimes it's just me
and don't think it's easy
but this time it's about you and us
this one is about you and us

sometimes i think you'd just like to kill me
censor me for being so free
but know when i'm doing this it's for you
open your eyes and see what's true
open your eyes to set you free,
because

[chorus]


hangover

now i catch you lookin at me
i catch you buying my cd
i catch you being the things
that i always wanted to be

don't forget, always remember
the hangover is the hardest part of the weekend
you gotta always remember
the hangover is the hardest part of the weekend

[hot4golly]

Oh don't tease me Golly!

[IcePrincess2250]

:smooch:

[halcyon]

amongst the maze of a typical metropolis
a poet and a dreamer is incarcerated
imprisoned in a cage without bars
captive in a cell that knows no walls
built from the sting of a heart's longing
designed by an architect hundreds of miles away

the sun breaks open a new day
and whispers to the half awake dreamer
sleep lets him go to midday city streets
pavement flows beneath him in standard routine
while one again trapped in a day dream
one fringed in soft melodic echoes
her voice breaks through the yesterdays
and the poet feels a slight tinge in his heart
a feeling he thought to be impossible
at least in the context of "again"

the sun continues it's arc over the land and sets
and the tired dreamer crashes into his bed
exhausted and weary but also a step closer
to the happiness that he has dreamed of
his eyes slowly close to become lost
in a dream where the architect frees him
and the hundreds of miles between them disappear

[cleophite]

Annie hides from the ticket man,
she can't get on, she can't climb in.
Hopscotch dreams, she clings to these,
runs to him with see-saw dreams.

Annie tries and tries to swim,
she can't crawl out, she can't fall in.
Words awash beneath the skin,
and she can't get out or won't go in.

Oh, its no use to cry that way,
for all the tears, she never stays.
When daddy doesn't go away,
running keeps the guilt at bay.

Annie locks the door at night,
heart not out, no boogie-men to fight.
Can't fall asleep without the light,
insomnia and vodka fuel her flight.

Oh, Annie erases every day,
her head a pretty disarray.
Never made it to 18-A,
empty and gearless, chugging away.

[cleophite]

Rhymey :FUBAR: