The Official (And Superly Cool) Outcast Poetry Thread! Yay!

[Arathin]

Yay for inspiration and my private muse! I have a multitude of poems here for you today! The first was inspired in Math class and finished some days later at the local coffee house, Kingdom Cafe.

These Things

Let us speak now of these things;
Of window panes wrapped in mist,
And yellow coffee springs.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of pale pink summer eves,
And purple tea tins.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of sparkling green summer hills,
And misty mountain clings.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of flaming leaves drifting down,
And creaking tire swings.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of dewy purple flowers,
And prickly bee-stings.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of columnades, aquaducts,
And wolf-raised twins.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of lover's midnight vows,
And rusty diamond rings.

Let us speak now of these things;
of dusty book shops,
And mid-winter flings.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of springs and tins; clings and swings,
Of stings and twins; rings and flings.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of window panes wrapped in mist,
And yellow coffee springs.

This second one is a revision (of sorts) of the first. No title. I wrote it at work because I was bored and couldn't get the line "Let us speak now of these things" out of my head.

Let us speak now of these things;
Of window panes shrouded with mist,
Of yellow coffee springs,
Where tea leaves light the morning sun.
Let us speak now of these things;
Of nine month pregant moons,
Of dells where fairies sweetly sing,
Lending to the lonewolf's mournful howl.
Let us speak now of these things;
Of high peaks still with snow,
Of valleys where dew clings
To accent a bejeweled glow.
Let us speak now of these things.

This third one I wrote at my brother's hockey game this morning. Not overly happy with how it turned out...

In Disgrace
Turned away
In disgrace;
I can never live
This down.
Sent away
From the rest,
Never to be
Allowed back.
Hard to notice
What is up high,
When I will
Never reach up there.
Turned away
In disgrace;
As I walked away
I heard them say, that
I will never be
Worth anything.
Turned away
In disgrace.

[Arathin]

And here are three more poems, also written at my brother's hockey game this morning... I told you I had a nice multitude for you today!

While I Waited

While I waited,
I was wasting away.
You promised me everything
And I believed.
You told me you
Would give me all I wanted.
So I waited for you,
And I waited for you.
While I waited,
I was wasting away.
You never thought
To keep your promise
That kept me waiting,
Because while I waited
You could do as you pleased.
I still believed in you.
So I waited for you,
And I waited for you.
But while I waited,
I was wasting away.
You left me alone one day,
Still waiting on a promise
Never to be fulfilled,
But now it is too late;
You won't come back.
And while I waited,
I wasted away.

For the Lines to Blur

Shifting, twisting;
Nothing anchored.
Everything changing;
Diamensions blend,
Lines blur,
Barriers shift.
Cosmic chaos
Rules the changes;
Ruling with chaos,
Ruling without design.
Blurring, confusion
Tricks the mind,
Confouds the senses.
Drawing farther
From the hectic upheaval,
Design become apparent;
Barriers reform,
Lines darken and grow,
Diamensions settle.
Chaotic change
Leads to order,
Leads to quiet.
The calm before
The next onslaught,
The next chaotic shift.
Watching, waiting
For the lines to blur.

Now As They Cry

Now as they cry
Lay me down to sleep.
It won't be all right,
Despite what they say.
I won't be coming back;
This time is for real.
As the dirt falls
Into the open grave,
Bury me alive.
Now as they cry
Lay me down to sleep.
It won't be all right,
Despite what they say.
The stars will shift,
Undying patterns will die,
Wiping away your tears
Will only bring more
To sting the heart and soul.
Now as they cry
Lay me down to sleep.
It won't be all right,
Despite what they say.
I won't be coming back;
This time is for real.
As the dirt falls
Into the open grave,
Bury me alive.

[Lomelinde]

I really liked both versions of These Things Arathin...all the beautiful images. *warm fuzzies*

In complete contrast...this is a song I wrote...I was in a bitter sort of mood

Move On
This is for all you hurting
Stuck the past
And think you’re deserving

Take a moment and realize
Life’s not about
Fairness in compromise

If you blew it
Move on
It doesn’t matter
Who won
In the end
What are tears
But incarnate
Useless fears

This is for all you hurting
Stuck in a dream
And think you’re living

Take a moment and conceive
A real emotion
And your own identity

If you blew it
Move on
It doesn’t matter
Who won
In the end
What are lies
But illusions
To draw eyes

Either way you are loosing
Not loved so you’re weeping
Tears won’t make you forget
Mature already and get over it

[The-Elf-Herself]

Ooooh, icy, bitter, angsty...I love it! I especially love the chorus and this part:

Take a moment and conceive
A real emotion
And your own identity

For The Lines to Blur is another amazing poem, as a she of chaos I can really identify.

[Lomelinde]

this is a song called Watching You until I can think of a better title

Here comes the day
Another chance to fade
Or maybe to face the fact that I
Only hurt and not just myself
Keeping you on a shelf
Twist the knife and made to cry

Here come the tears
Fulfilling your fears
That here is just a lonely wound
So run away and save what's left
Killing me is what's best
The rest can prove I opened too soon

Watching you
Keeping it inside
Letting it die
It's my turn to prove
How worthless I am
Watching you
And it hurts me to
Every day again
It can only end when
I do too
Cause loving me is killing you

Breathing is too hard
Because I can see too far
Your scar only deepens with time
Hoping is just a lie
There are no second tries
I'll take your crying as a sign

Hurting is too real
It's not about what I feel
Time to heal and end the pain
Needing is only a thought
So hate me for what I've fought
Crimson blots out the tearstains

Watching you
Keeping it inside
Letting it die
It's my turn to prove
How worthless I am
Watching you
And it hurts me to
Every day again
It can only end when
I do too
Cause loving me is killing you

Too long
You've tried
I watched
And let you
So wrong
Defied
I turned
And left you

Watching you
Keeping it inside
Letting it die
It's my turn to prove
How worthless I am
Watching you
And it hurts me to
Every day again
It can only end when
I do too
Cause loving me is killing you

[Dragon]

AH!

I have a lot of new poems, but I usually write them at school now, so they're usually all mixed in w/ my schoolwork and I can't find any of them

[Kailita]

Excuse my long absence and all the poems I've missed! :( I haven't had a chance to look back at them all. But I did see Lomie's Watching You. Ooh. Shudders. Chills, but I don't know why. I liked it...lots of emotion...good imagery ("twist the knife and made to cry"; "crimson blots out the tearstains"). But I don't understand it completely (not your fault, mine. :rolleyes: ) I feel the emotions, but I don't understand. What inspired it?

Umm...let's see. We have to do a poetry project for English, which inspires mixed emotions in me. Initial response: "YAY, getting graded for something I like to do!" After thinking about it some: "Oh, ick, rules imposed on something I like to do..." One of the requirements for the project was that we had to write a Shakespearean sonnet: 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, iambic pentameter, ending couplet, all that good stuff. But I found an interesting subject to write it on...and it turned out pretty well, I think :D...so here it is.

The Problem With Princesses

Sweet Cinderella, gentle kitchen miss,
Fell for the handsome prince she danced with once.
And when awakened by a stranger's kiss,
Snow White rode off and married him, the dunce.
Rapunzel let some prince tromp on her hair
And rushèd to the window when he called.
And though at first they seemed without a care,
What will these girls do when their men go bald?
But of the damsels, there was one, at least
Who was not only beautiful, but wise.
She had no qualms about the ugly Beast,
For she loved with her heart and not her eyes.
So choose ye wisely on your wedding day:
Can love live on when beauty fades away?

[Lomelinde]

Oh, Kailita I love love love The Problem With Princesses ...of course I may be a tad biased since you seem to like my favorite 'princess' character. I think you did a great job with keeping to the form tho. That gets annoying sometimes.

Excuse my long absence and all the poems I've missed! :( I haven't had a chance to look back at them all. But I did see Lomie's Watching You. Ooh. Shudders. Chills, but I don't know why. I liked it...lots of emotion...good imagery ("twist the knife and made to cry"; "crimson blots out the tearstains"). But I don't understand it completely (not your fault, mine. :rolleyes: ) I feel the emotions, but I don't understand. What inspired it?

Watching You confuses me too lol -it is about two different situations and they both somehow rolled into one song. The first two verses and chorus are about a guy I am currently in a relationship with and how I feel like I'm too immature emotionally and I just continually hurt him. The line keeping you on a shelf applies to the fact that I have psycho strict parents who basically impose Amish rules on us (no offense if anyone is Amish), yet he chose to stay in the relationship -which I feel is kind of not in his best interest. Anyway. The bridge and parts of the second two verses are about a guy who fell in love with me when I didn't return his love and how much it still hurts him. Kind of sucks to cause so much pain beit unintentionally...so this song was a vent. If you try to find out which situation applies to which lyrics...good luck! :D Like I said, this song confuses me too. :)

[Arathin]

Lomie - Watching You... creepy... but in a really cool morbid sorta way. However there are some places where the wording/word order doesn't make sense, such as:

"And it hurts me to
Every day again
It can only end when"

did you mean "And it hurts me too"? that is one place, I believe there were several other places also, but I can't remember where right now.

Kai - Good to see you back with us! Problem with Princess!!! Oiy! such a good point that is really hardly ever questioned. (you should read the short story Ella Enchanted. I forget whom it is by, but I think you would like it) I also liked how the only happy one, Bell, wasn't a princess, but a peasant! Very good! You had better have gotten an A on that!

[Lomelinde]

Lomie - Watching You... creepy... but in a really cool morbid sorta way. However there are some places where the wording/word order doesn't make sense, such as:

"And it hurts me to
Every day again
It can only end when"

did you mean "And it hurts me too"? that is one place, I believe there were several other places also, but I can't remember where right now.

Actually, the wording is exactly as I meant it. There is a lot to read into and I'm sure it will only make total sense to myself. The phrase is "watching you, and it hurts me to" -as in, it hurts me to watch you. "every day again, it can only end when I do too" As in the watching occurs every day and so does the mutual pain. There are other places with 'off' wording and where it even sounds like I'm changing tense and/or person -and I am. But just to defend my understanding of the English language just know that I did those on purpose. Glad you could enjoy it past the weird wording tho...looking forward to seeing new stuff up on this thread. <3

[Arathin]

And, as with most poetry, it only makes sense after having been read and when looked at from the author's view! lol ^_~

[balrog]

so hear this no, where does one go
after love is lost
to and fro listen downward flow
loss lost rainbow resulting cost

thoughts of you and your lips green eyes
bullet hit chamber, trigger was pulled
i prepared for end again
fire pin miss fire

i chase the end, be rid of all
the end i chase scares my fall
so these nightmares follow me
as leaves on the tree, we were meant to be

smart you moved on...you saw this die-ing
the moving my sigh and ring, all worth the crying
or was it
just as it was

purpose to be

[Lomelinde]

*two thumbs up for Balrog* sorry I didn't post that sooner. I'm lazy, teehee. *grin* that really rocked.

here's my latest.

"The End"
No one tells you
What it's like
After "The End"
No one tells you
That's where most
Stories begin
No one told you
But what will you choose?
Continue in
This game to loose
Hide yourself
In isolation
Or face it all
A new creation
It's your story
You hold the pen
You are the key
To how this will end
No one tells you
What it's like
When you begin
After "The End"
How beautiful
To start again
Past the hate
And all the pain
Is a better day
So pray for rain
To wash away
All the lines
And fill the hole
Behind your eyes
No one told you
What to do
So here's "The End"
What will you choose?

[Arathin]

That is sweet Lomie. I like the mild repetion in it... really gets the point across very well.

[Lomelinde]

muchas gracias. I had a close friend experience her first heartbreak so "The End" was for her. I really like the concept of thinking past the end of stories and stuff so I'm glad I was able to tie that in. :)

[Lomelinde]

nobody has posted here in a shamefully long amount of time. ptttth.

reading directions: every three lines go together. (I know y'all are poetry veterans who I don't need to tell that to but some people have been reading and not catching on)

Letting Go
It's so bittersweet
Growing up
Making ends meet
Closing one chapter
Tears of joy
Painful laughter
Who wants to let go?
Leave all behind
Face the unknown
A new beginning
A fresh start
Price staggering
But still we'll go on
Write to friends
Call dad and mom
Someday we'll turn 'round
Smile again
With friends we've found
But while we're still here
We can cling
To what is dear
And hope that you know
We love you
Don't let us go

[Arathin]

That is really good Lomie... really embodies how I feel going to college this fall.

[Lomelinde]

That is really good Lomie... really embodies how I feel going to college this fall.

wow, you too? it's getting near that time...graduation, freshman orientation, college. looking at my calendar and seeing all those things on it really hit me. :eek: :)

[Arathin]

Yeah I feel that! I graduate on the 30th and while part of me can't wait... part of me realizes this is going to be something completely different from anything in my life! Fortunately for me, I'm not afraid of change, but I will admit to being wary of it...

[Kailita]

Oh, that is just too scary...our Outcasts are growing up! *Sob*

That was really good, Lomie. The first line sums it up pretty well: "It's so bittersweet." I love and dread that feeling. Is it possible for a feeling to be comforting and unnerving at the same time? That's what bittersweet is to me.

Anyway, very nice. And good luck with college coming up, you two!

(*Is so glad she still has a couple more years before having to worry about the evil c-word*)

[Cerridwen]

Some of you may have seen these in the Prancing Pony section, but pfft I'm going to put them here anyway for those who don't visit PP...

Gotta cut
Going deep
Harder now
Blood seeps
Never know
If it can be fixed
Blood drips
Time ticks
Cycle of pain
Begins anew
I don't know
What I should do
Stabbing here
Pricking there
The pain's too much
For me to bear
Don't want to do it
Choice isn't mine
To heal my wounds
I need some time
Don't want to do it
I know it's bad
But I'm addicted to it
It's driving me mad
I'm starting to fade
I'm going to disappear
All that fills me now
Is nothing but fear
Please come to my rescue
Please come to my aid
Just hold me tightly
And I won't be afraid
I know that you're angry
I know that you're mad
That you're disappointed
What I did makes you sad
Understand it's not me
Something's wrong in my head
I don't wish I could die
I'm glad I'm not dead
I'm done with the crying
Time to wipe away my tears
Erase all the pain
And banish my fears
I'm going to get help
I'm not gonna cry
I'm gonna get better
And I'm going to be alive

and...

cut
drip
bleed
splatter
deep
deep
deep
deeper
hard
hard
hard
harder
long
long
long
longer
can't stop
can't think
can't feel
can't act
can't run
can't run
only thing
is to escape
follows me
stalks me
haunts me
sticks me
pricks me
cuts me
bleeds me
leaves me
can't stop
can't begin
can't run
it starts again
can't stop don't know why
cut me more
the time goes by
hurt again
the scars grow worse
never knowing
the pain's source
can't decide
no decision
long ingrained
cut with precision
want to stop
don't know how
needing help
nothing felt
feeling desperate
need you now
come to me
before i fall
before i go
before i run
disappear
i'm fading now
help me

[Kailita]

Wow.

Well...welcome to the poetry thread, Cerridwen, and thanks for contributing.

That was...very sad. But I felt the emotion. I have friends who cut themselves, and it's horrible. I hope that if you wrote that from experience, it's from an experience that has ended. There is hope and there is help and there is a way to stop.

Good poem, though. Stream of consciousness, but rhyming at the same time. Feel free to drop in any more poems that you have.

[Cerridwen]

Thanks.

Unfortunately it was an experience of mine, but I am starting a partial hospitalization program at the end of the week.

On to happier things! I am currently in the middle of another poem, and once I finish it, I will make sure I post it here ;)

[Lomelinde]

yay! finally some new poetry is up! I'm liking you more and more Cerridwen...may I call you Cerri? thanks.

nice rythm in your poem, and good luck with the partial hospitalization program thingie. life can suck but hey...that's what writing's for.

[Arathin]

life can suck but hey...that's what writing's for.

I'll toast to that Lomie!!!


And thanks for all the well wishes for my College future! (Yay Art College in Boston!!!)

Also Cerri, excellent poems! Very good stream of conciousness and a smooth rhymning sceme. Good luck with that program, and remember to have fun! Because live is too short not to...

[Cerridwen]

Yes, Cerri is fine if thats what you want to call me...:)

Thank you all for your well wishes. it's nice to know that I have people behind me in this.

I can't wait to finish my poem so I can post it here so you guys can tell me what you think!

I'll keep you posted ;)

And thanks for the comments on the poems; it always feels nice to read stuff like that!

[jezz]

hey guys! i'm new here and love poetry. i myself also write poetry, but most of my friends don't want to know anything about them.
i am 17 and live in germany, where my dad is a missionary. during a time of surpressed depression, i discovered my talent to express myself in poems.

[Arathin]

Well then Jezz... lets get some poetry up here for us to read!!!


The Night
Sitting in the dark of night
Waiting for dawns first light
We are all just waiting now
For night to the sun to bow
I hear the crow's ragged call
Sending shivers thru us all

Will night end?
Will day begin?
Do we really wish for day
Or is it just something we say
As we sit here in the night
Waiting for dawns first light

Out the window I do see
A streak from the horizon free
Light begins to fill the air
Birds flint about in pair
Day is now here and I see
It is the night that belongs to me

[Lomelinde]

*warm applause*
wow, I really enjoyed that, Arathin. reminds me a whole lot of when I sit outside all night. just watching the sky and thinking. you really captured the idea and feeling very well. nicely worded also. :)

[Cerridwen]

Yes yes, lovely poem! Very nice imagery; I could actually see myself sitting there waitng for the sun to rise! Do you have any more to share with us?

Anyway for this poem I keep promising...it's ALMOST done, but to keep you happy, here is a short one I wrote at program today.

The crying's all done
I wiped away my tears
Erased all the pain
And banished my fears
I got the help I needed
No more reason to cry
I know I'm gonna get better
And I'm still gonna be alive

[Arathin]

That was very good Cerri. You could feel the relief in the wording.

This is a rather long, story-esque poem. I wrote it last night when I woke up from this horrible dream I had. In the dream, my most trusted RL friend, who has been in the army 8 years and is getting out in August, was sent to Iraq. This was a varitable nightmare for me, but I can't help but fear the worst if this dream comes true.


She came home from work
That night
A message clutched
Tightly in her fist
Outwardly, she looked calm
But inside she was weeping
She went about the house
Ignoring her family
The message still held
In her hand
No one knew anything
Was even wrong

Finally everyone else
Was asleep
The only sounds to be heard
Were those she made
As she got ready for bed
But another sound was there
One only she heard
One that lay a pail
Over all the physical sounds
Making them seem distant
She climbed into bed
And opened the message
As she reread it again
The silent sound of her heart
Weeping tears of bitter-sorrow
Filled her ears
Finally she let all the pain go
And wept into her pillow
In fierce sorrow

The note fell to the floor
Left but never forgotten
It read:
"I love you, Sweet.
Always remember this
Because I will never
Stop loving you.
I am being sent into
The war in two days.
Please don't forget me;
I will not forget you.
I love you, Sweet,
And I will marry you
When I get back..."

The tears did not wash away
Her pain
Nor did seeing him off
And when a offical letter
Arrived a month later
Telling her of his death
She had no more tears
The numbness she felt
Made it easy to join him
In the next life
She was buried
Beside the empty coffin
Of her love
Only for him to find her grave
Years later
When he was finally released
From the enemy prison.

[Cerridwen]

Wow Arathin I thought that was really good! I really felt the emotion behind that one...

[jezz]

hey guys! well, here goes:

The Place

i had a place i liked to be,
a thing i liked to do,
but now i feel so insecure
of the place i do feel sure.

and every time i go by there,
my heart then starts to run,
my veins fill with adrenalin,
my legs, they want to run.

the light there seems so eerie cold,
although the lamp is warm.
my knees get so unsteady,
and i see i'm not quite ready.

now i don't know where to find
once daily found serenity,
where silence surrounded me,
the fear my heart does bind.

___________________________
wow, arathin!!! that poem is totally awesome... i'd cry, if i would not be posting from school!

[Cerridwen]

Great poem jezz!

Here's mine....

Not a care in the world
THE PAIN DRAGS HER DOWN

Her heart's greatest desire
SORROW SPLITS HER SOUL

The man that she loves
THE MAN THAT SHE HATES

Enraptures her heart
DISGUSTS HER MIND

Brings her true happiness
IS IT ALL A MASK?

The luckiest girl in the world
SEEKING TRUTH AND HAPPINESS

Is it all real?
THIS IS LIFE

[jezz]

wow, that is sooo cool!why did you write that, if i may ask?

[Cerridwen]

Hmmmmm...that's a tough one. I dunno, it just kind of reminded me of, well, ME. In one face I was happy, content, and loved, and in the other face I was hurt, lonely, and alone. It's my life right there in that poem.

[Arathin]

I think that is how many people feel today. One part of them knows, or thinks it knows, that they are loved, cared for, secure. While some little nagging part of them screams that they are alone, afraid, unwanted.

Maybe it is just this evil little suspicious part of us, this ugly part that we can't let other people see. Maybe it is the truth; that we really are alone and unwanted, and we just don't want to admit to ourselves that this ugly, evil little part of us is right, that it has been right all along.

[Niirewen]

Hey guys- I know I never post over here, but I just wanted to let you all know that I love reading your poems! They're wonderful, keep it up! :D

[Lomelinde]

Hey guys- I know I never post over here, but I just wanted to let you all know that I love reading your poems! They're wonderful, keep it up! :D

encouragement is so refreshing :) thank you Niirewen (even if you weren't talking to me, heehee - I'm sure the other writers are grateful as well)

[greypilgrim]

My soul is black,
and I think I'm funny.
All I care about is
getting laid and money.

Sometimes reality hits
you in the face like a brick.
It stabs you in the heart,
even when your skin is thick.

Freezing hot,
scalding to touch.
I miss the days when
I was a kid so much.

I am a failure
suicidal for life.
God will I ever
find a freakin life?

-->I made that up just now! :D

[Lomelinde]

lol I really like that. it's a very...erm...honest sort of a poem :rolleyes: :)

[greypilgrim]

Yay for the brutally honest :rolleyes:

[Lomelinde]

my sieve
Choking on the words I’ve swallowed
Filling my tongue just leaves me hollow
Still you continue, undeterred
False promises about ‘tomorrow’

Empty and silent is my best answer
To sieve the anger and bitter laughter
Is this really what you wanted?
I could not be torn any further

My defining quality is just weakness
Against so much that can be ruthless
Please, keep me at least breathing
Until I can be free of this

...yay I finally wrote something

[greypilgrim]

Sounds like a bitter breakup :rolleyes:

[Lomelinde]

hey, it does sound like a bitter break up! :) but it's not. it's mostly about pressure from my family and especually my mother. blah.

[jezz]

@ Lomelide: i like your poem - it resembles alot of poems i have written. that might be because i mostly write when i feel extremely down. here's one i wrote after an argument with my sis (15 months younger then i am):

stormswift

for years now have had to see,
the monster sought to destroy me.
her name should be sormswift,
or maybe should be swiftwing.

the daughter of electra
has found a human body.
she's trying to destroy me,
the bird that's of electra.

i want to fight,
to save myself.
but she takes life
out of my self.

the other problem,
now i see,
it is my sister -
she lives with me.

[Lomelinde]

erg...siblings :rolleyes:
nice poem, the last stanza thingie was a great way to end it

[jezz]

@ lomelide: thanks! hey,want a poem on alcohol?

[Lomelinde]

yes! a poem on alcohol, please!

this is a poem on...well. insomnia I guess. for some reason when I'm not feeling well I can't sleep at night. only after sunrise. so this is about waiting for the morning and things I do to keep myself occupied. it's kind of short but whatever. pttth.

All I need is to hold on
Just one more life-long hour
Soon the stars will fade
And keep nightmares at bay
All I need is to hold on
Just two more people lost
Soon the words will end
Thoughts to pillow, on lend
All I need is to hold on
Just three more endless songs
Soon the tune will change
From lullaby to praise
All I need is to hold on
I am just waiting for you.

[greypilgrim]

A poem on alcohol:

I got drunk last night.
Oh my God, I was so wasted.
They dropped my body off at the morgue
Around 2:00 in the morning.

I woke up in Hell next to Satan.
He was like: "Son, we need to talk."
I said I was too hungover but
He threw me in the lake of fire anyway.

Now my soul is tortured forever.
Burning, infinite lamentation.
Oh my God, I was so drunk
on that Mad-Dog 20/20.

[Dragon]

I've been kinda........gone......lately... but... yeah....

I've also been a wee bit mushy in my latest writings, so you must excuse me.

there's lots of spaces so you can tell where one stops and the other begins. I like the 2nd one better.

I can taste your essesnce
floating on the morning breeze
a can smell the spice of your skin
heavy on the air
the press of your flesh
brings a flush to mine
softly, sweetly,
that's how you love me.




there's a whisper of your lips on mine
and a memory of your breath on the air.
a phantom of your body
warm against the length of mine.
a shadow of your tongue caresses
like a smooth wisp of smoke.
I can still feel where your palm pressed against my cheek
firm and gentle.
a dream of your fingertips
trails gently down my side....
I lay on my back and revel in this,
the ghost of your kiss.

[morning star]

The Pain Below

It's the pain below,
That won't let me go.
I haven't let it show,
And that's the reason nobody knows.
That's the reason I can't move on from this season.
This season of bleeding.

Ch: Have you ever heard,
Of reaping what you sow?
Have you heard of what goes around comes around?
Of what goes up,
Must come down?

You take me from the top of mountains,
To the bottom of oceans.
Your pain stings me like the sharpest sword,
And your bitterness is like a thorn,
Increasing the pain in my side.
It keeps coming back,
Just as the ocean's tide.

CH

What you've sown is coming up,
And it's not looking pleasant.
Why can't you just be happy with who I am,
And what I represent?
This is the end.

[jezz]

@ morning star: cool poem!

@ all: i'll have to go soon, but i think i wrote you guys my poem about alcohol, but you couldn't tell it was about that. it is called the place... the poem is deeper then one might think when one first looks at it.

@ dragon: your poem is also very cool!!!

[Lomelinde]

to where are you going Jezz? and I enjoyed your poem on alcohol (that apparently has deeper meaning)
(yay for poems with deeper meaning!)
...will you be coming back?

[Arathin]

Yes, where are you going jezz?


This poem was written after my favorite coffee shop and only place of escape, Coffee Kingdom, was closed down.


"A Tribute to Kingdom"

Dedication: "A Tribute to Kingdom" was written on June 22nd, 2004, the day Coffee Kingdom's doors closed. This poem is dedicated to the owner, John, to the place, Coffee Kingdom, and to all the friends that gathered there. This is in memory of Coffee Kingdom...


The cigarette smoke curls into the air;
Purple-blue in the breeze; indigo.
Smoke as smooth as silk, as soft as velvet.
Dreams slipped away like so much smoke
Trapped between a pair of hands;
Smoke that was so thick
Until it was inches from the face;
Smoke that caused the eyes to water
And stole away life with a breath;
Smoke that filled the familiar air
Of a haven named "Coffee Kingdom".
A haven now closed, forever gone,
Fed to the ravenous debtors.
Bliss is taken from us and turned,
Mercilessly, into an empty shell
Haunted by our memories.
Smoke and music and the scent of coffee
Cling to the echoing walls;
Now silenced, now gone, now empty.
Cigarettes are lit, coffee-less now,
As it is contemplated, "What now?"
Where do we gone when the smoke clears?
Is there another haven waiting?
Another place to be filled with smoke
And coffee mingled with echoing music
And intelligent conversation?
Can we find it and each other again?
What now becomes of the friends dear
Whose shades still fill the space?
Will those same friends, by Fate's design,
Meet again in a similiar place of safety?
So few options are left in the smoke
And it is becomes of the smoke we are shunned.
The smoke curls around us, those remaining
In the dream of the momentary bliss
Once offered to us, but now gone, taken.
Outcasts with no where to turn.
The smoke stings the eyes, sears the lungs,
Leaving us on the breeze
Still echoing with music.
We have walked in a pleasant, smoky dream,
A dream called "Kingdom".
Now we awake to the harsh reality
Of a pitiless world of nightmares.
We are shaken and lost, cut loose.
Can the ship find its way in the mist?
Can we, now shunned for our habits,
Find our way through the smoke?
An empty husk, a pitiful shell is all
That is left to us now of our peace.
Now we face a cruel reality,
A cruel twist of the knife in our minds.
When will another dream come?
When will we again be lost in such a haven,
In such a place of acceptance?
The dream is gone, more will come.
Dreams will come again.
But will they be the same?
Or some new sensation
Rising from the smoke,
Like a pheonix from the ashes?

[Lomelinde]

*deafening applause* that was literary genius, Arathin. I really like it. :)

[jezz]

@ lomelide:
ok, go to the thread-page 17, to my second post. it is on alcohol, but the poem doesn't say so. i've been very deeply hurt by people who drink alcohol, and that is why i wrote that poem.

[Lomelinde]

yeesh. that's not good. I'll pray for you. :(

I have a few ideas for poems stuck in my head...I just keep running out of time to sit and write them. erg.

[morning star]

Thanks Jezz, that poem I wrote was about somebody who grew up in an alcoholic home, and how the alcoholism affected them, and as a result, me.

[greypilgrim]

My best poem to date- http://www.thetolkienforum.com/showpost.php?p=423154&postcount=1520

Very Outcastish

[Arathin]

Thank you very much Lome. I was hoping it conved the utter sense of lose we all feel... Even now, I still haven't found a new place. *growls in frustration*

[Lomelinde]

this really isn't very good but I haven't posted in a long time so I'm just going to put it up

...just a random spewing from my heart/head

I'm one step away
From missing you too much
One step away
From feeling too deep
And that one step
Is all that it takes
For a lifelong clutch
On what I can see
Because facing tomorrow
Is two steps farther
Past what I know
In my safe harbor
So I'll just wait here
Let the momentum take me
Look around while I'm waiting
Let the next day face me
Jump when I can
Run when I want to
Staying one step away
From having to miss you

[Lomelinde]

oh for shame that no one has posted on here in two whole months! :eek: we should be ashamed of ourselves.

chocolate covered moonbeams bring candy coated dreams
while late into the evening the cherry chimes will ring
till lemon drops of sunshine and clouds of sugar lime
open taffied eyelids and warm this frosted mind

Edit: I just fixed my little poem...
the one I had posted was the "rough draft" so to say

[Astaldo]

Actually there is one more day to be two months. Just kidding :)

I'm not a good poet so I don't post one. Sorry :(

[Arathin]

All of my poems lately have been very dark and dreary... there is also the fact that I haven't been on in over a month... yes, it is sad... you can all mourn my lack of freetime now.

[Lomelinde]

*mourns your lack of free time*
maybe it's just me but things have gotten really dead around here...and I don't mean just this thread

[Niirewen]

Unfortunatley that is very true. I've been popping in and out lately, but haven't been posting because nothing seems to be going on. I should probably make more of an effort. But I have been very busy lately, too (with mostly college and cross country stuff).

[Arathin]

If you think about it, how many members are in college or school? This thing has always slowed down at least some every winter since before I joined I'm sure... I mean I know why I'm not posting a whole ton...

1) all my art projects for my art college

2) how often I am either in class, doing 'homework', or at 'work' work

3) all the spare time I spend working out

If you put all these reasons together, then you get my reason...

"No Spare Time"

[ShootingStar]

I just stumbled across this thread... I love poetry and songs. Here's a poem I wrote a while back.

Remember the Hobbits

One day I went to Scotland-
The highlands stole my heart.
And there I met a hobbit
Who taught me of their art:
To hide from folk, big or small,
When I have the need,
To travel across the craggy land
With secrecy and speed.
He sang to me all their songs
Of what went on before,
He took me to the ocean;
We stood in awe beside the shore.
He told me what he always thought
Was far across the sea,
I laughed and said," I'm from that land!
Won't you come back with me?"
He puffed out his chest and stood up tall
(As hobbits are known to do),
Then he told me something
That was very sad but true:
"I am the only hobbit left,"
He sadly said to me,
"Not while I am living
Can I go across the sea.
Take the songs and stories,
Sing them for me!
Carry them into your land
Across the deep blue sea."
I left him there and there he stood,
Brave and proud and free,
And there he still was standing
When again I crossed the sea.
When I returned home
To, as they say, the land of the free,
I was singing songs
From that ancient melody.
Please now join in the music,
Be it sweet or shrill.
You must remember the hobbits;
If you don't , no one will.



I don't know if its any good, so any comments would be greatly appreciated!

[balrog]

the last and the least without judgement...
for this is made by those folding pages in the illusional
fabric of power
eventually all must duck and cower
rain drops water or shower

the balrog sets mode to devour

[Lomelinde]

*applause* to you both. welcome to the thread, shooting star. mainly we do nothing because we're all to busy :) but sometimes we remember to post and comment.

What is it to be a friend
But to laugh and cry without an end
But when th’stirring emotions fail
Revert to strangers, cold and stale

For lovers never did convey
More than the scope of a single day
And seeking ne’er could they find
Meaning to the others’ mind

Friends will never reconnect
Where change too tightly binds a web
That holds not to, but from their hearts
And boldens each dissimilar part

Neither friends nor lovers
Are more than just strangers
Whose love provides beautiful illusion
Of a lasting and permanent connection

But when memories then do crashing, fail
And are replaced with deceptive tales
That our minds do for us conjure
Thus we all are but mere strangers

[balrog]

So it has been a while I sit back and smile
walked a storm in a mile

how are you all, question to all
sing the ring still stand tall

2 years have passed since poetry post
been here and there on ocean's coast

[e.Blackstar]

Wow, I like that a lot Balrog. :cool:

[Lomelinde]

Nice.

I simply cannot believe how long its been since there has been a post.

[Rhiannon]

Especially one from you, missy :eek:

[Niirewen]

This thread brings back happy memories. :) It's hard to believe over a year passed without any new posts on this thread. That was a good one, balrog. Let's hear some more poetry, someone post something..

[e.Blackstar]

*waves the little 'casts flag*
:o