Febuary's Writer's Thread

[halcyon]

the best

sometimes in life, trying isn't required
being you and yourself is more than enough
the best thing in the world, there you are
i scratch my head in puzzlement often
all others are surely fools in overlooking you
in not seeing what i know to be truth
but then again i'm grateful for such ignorance
as it's led both of our pathes to cross
to the embraces we lock ourselves in
(the ones that sometimes feel unbreakable)

there you are, the best thing in the world
i tell you once and i'll definitely tell you again
do i remind you thinking you'll forget?
no, i just don't like to waste a single day
without letting you know your the sunshine
that often shines into my each and every day

out of nowhere, i know this rambling is
but today i just wanted to thank you
for simply being you

[decoy]

the pain below.

oh, the pain.

the pain below.

boiling and bubbling in the pit of my stomach like an angry badger trying to get out.

never to be freed.


god damn you taco bell.

[kirk]

"words & music" (a dirty raver's tale)

words and music

forever will keep me safe at night.

words and music

remind me

of all

thats right with this world

this swirl

of substance

the superficial glimmer

harlequin

popeye i am

and i be

therefore i was

who i am

and still

i be

open and aware

head bobbing and aware

unsure and aware

misunderstood

and aware

content

and aware

a scared kid

ready to embrace a new world with a shrug (see:kerouac san fransisco scene)

untethered and aware

the everything

that makes sense to noone

forever and aware.

slumber in discomfort

the subconsciuous subplots

and slurred rest

under stinging shots

and still

consistent in this

direction

grateful and scared

strong while aware.



words and music keep me safe

at night

while closed eyes are stolen

and sanctity

is a warm hand

on a partially exposed

buttcheek

the unspoken subtlety understood

a final time for safe sleep

this way

the last dance never asked for

awakened

the still the silence

stifled

amidst the charms of another's subplot

and his awkward acceptance

willingly aware.

heading bobbing and aware

and i be

therefore i was

who i am

and still

i be

open and aware

grasping at what to write

scared.



words and music keep me

safe at night

in the am

when writing

dirty raver tale

harlequin

a strange sense

this humor of mine

sixth

in love

with self loathe

some sordid twisted therapy

certainly aware

never was there a promise of joy

with enlightenment



- filthy white

[Liftedtrance]

my poetry is truly something to behold
it's as good as a vogon's if the truth be told
never ever coming off as wiggity wack
kind of like shakespeare, but i'm much more of a mack :bigpimp:

[decoy]

:haha: steve said vogon in reference to bad poetry.

props.

(see that time I gave out props)

[Cliff]

"words & music" (a dirty raver's tale)

words and music

forever will keep me safe at night.

words and music

remind me

of all

thats right with this world

this swirl

of substance

the superficial glimmer

harlequin

popeye i am

and i be

therefore i was

who i am

and still

i be

open and aware

head bobbing and aware

unsure and aware

misunderstood

and aware

content

and aware

a scared kid

ready to embrace a new world with a shrug (see:kerouac san fransisco scene)

untethered and aware

the everything

that makes sense to noone

forever and aware.

slumber in discomfort

the subconsciuous subplots

and slurred rest

under stinging shots

and still

consistent in this

direction

grateful and scared

strong while aware.



words and music keep me safe

at night

while closed eyes are stolen

and sanctity

is a warm hand

on a partially exposed

buttcheek

the unspoken subtlety understood

a final time for safe sleep

this way

the last dance never asked for

awakened

the still the silence

stifled

amidst the charms of another's subplot

and his awkward acceptance

willingly aware.

heading bobbing and aware

and i be

therefore i was

who i am

and still

i be

open and aware

grasping at what to write

scared.



words and music keep me

safe at night

in the am

when writing

dirty raver tale

harlequin

a strange sense

this humor of mine

sixth

in love

with self loathe

some sordid twisted therapy

certainly aware

never was there a promise of joy

with enlightenment



- filthy white


*applause*

[Shakey]

Sometimes
I forget that you're not here
Can't believe it's been 2 years
Since you flew away
And I never got to say goodbye
Good times
Hangin' out til the break of dawn
Listening to Bob Marley
And singin along
Every little thing it's gonna be
It's gonna be all right...

I know that you're gonna fly
Somewhere brighter on the other side
And one day I'm gonna be there too
Where the sun is shining and the water's blue
I know that you're gonna fly
Somewhere brighter on the other side
I know you're somewhere where you're finally free
You'll always be a part of me


They say you don't know
A good thing till it's gone
But I got to say they're wrong
I knew you were a good friend
A good friend all along
I wish the world wouldn't be so cold
As to take such a beautiful soul
But despite it all I know we gotta carry on

If I could rewind time
Then I'd like to let you know
Just one thing before its time to go
That every moment you were living was a blessing to me
And I saw inside of you things that others couldn't see
Now people put you down for the way that you lived
But those people never knew you the way that I did
Don't be ashamed of who you were or how you died
I know you just wanted to find the brighter side...

I know that you're gonna fly
Somewhere brighter on the other side
And one day I'm gonna be there too
Where the sun is shining and the water's blue
I know that you're gonna fly
Somewhere brighter on the other side
I know you're somewhere where you're finally free
And you'll always be a part of me...