eZabel Poets
by Ok, so this was Todd's idea... and I loved it, so here it goes. Are there any poets among us on eZabel? If so, who's brave enough to share their work? I will post my stuff later tonight when I get home, because I don't have it with me at school right now.
Personally, I have had a few of my things published. I used to be very afraid to share my work because I didn't want to hear any bad reviews. However, I've been able to move past that. So, let's all be brave together and post our stuff and maybe get some positive feedback...
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Slither
Crawl back to her now,
full of regret
Go run in reverse
your energies spent
Whenever judgment passed
you writhed a recluse
just staring me through
Who ruled on that jury,
since I never judged?
Incurring your anger for an innocent love
Crawl back to her now
full of regret
Go run in reverse
your energies spent
Yes I was watching
While others were watching
Protecting the shards
to my mending heart
These others have seen you,
when you didn't mean to
and they caught you bare,
coiling there
What's that naked truth?
Truth was never found in you
Even when I crave you, a venom I can't solve
Crawl back to her now
I've been looking for this for a while...
Catalyst, breaking point, I can't hold on for too long.
The waking world, desolate, what is the meaning of it?
Because it takes my breath away reminiscing of those days.
Because one was meant for the other and you let it slip away!
We are frozen at a crossroads__
We are searching__
We are pleading__
Passion so violent
Erupting hearts are bleeding!
Somewhere directionless, aimlessly seeking a guide.
Catalyst, breaking point, I can't hold on for too long.
You broke me down__ then I washed away
I've come around since those days
A past vision that's so real
I can tough it, I can taste it.
If it matters what I feel, bring me close NOW let's not waste this.
We are frozen at a crossroads__
We are searching__
We are pleading__
Passion so violent
Erupting hearts are bleeding!
Somewhere directionless, aimlessly seeking a guide.
that link just brought me to a bunch of booties and boobies
YIKES! That doesn't even REMOTELY sound familiar...I dunno know why the entire link isn't live but, if you copy and paste then the url should take you to the correct page. YIKES! I didn't see any booties or boobies but ummm OOOH NO!!!
oh wow, matt was right. (i have adblock installed, so i didn't see the ads when i clicked the link)
livy, there were some bad ads on that zshare site. try uploading your mp3 to another place.
give this a try: http://drop.io/redsweater
you can drop some files into that bucket and we can get them from there
Oh NO!!! I'm sorry I corrupted redsweater.
I don't know why but, the adds don't display on my end just the zshare banner that says you are listening to XYZ. I re-uploaded...
WHEW!--I got it!
http://drop.io/redsweater/asset/erruptinghearts
it's soooo quiet, i can't even hear it when i max out my volume
THIS IS CLEARLY SABOTAGE! I can hear it! GRRRRR Hmmmm okay let's see what the deal is...this is SO COMPLICATED
--WOMP WOMP
during some rough times I wrote this:
i want to bleed from head to toe
let it flow, down my throat
red blood flows like rivers rose
warm outside, but inside cold.
sufficate me, asfixiate me,
desecrate me, i want to go.
cut myself, bleed on you
so you feel as I already do
i'm down and out seen my final bout
blood pouring out with every shout
i want to be without my life force
I want to be dead behind doors
no one to bring down around me
i want to be on my own to see
let me let the red blood flow,
let me let scarlet rivers go
so I can grow and grow and grow
so I can grow, grow cold.
Glass
There's cold air on my skin
yet I'm not getting chills.
A penetrating stare,
So I will myself awake.
Sounds die down, then the imagery fades.
It's the simple things at night, only then am I reminded...
Of certain hours, pillow beneath head.
I would lie awake there replaying varied words you'd said.
Do you even have to ask?
So bewildered, I turn fragile, I turn to glass.
That's when I slept most soundly, couldn't rouse me with a stir.
I'd sleep through a deluge, shortly after clouds would clear.
Solace knowing that you're somewhere...near.
With my name upon your lips,
there's a half smile on my face.
Do you even have to ask?
So bewildered, I turn fragile, I turn to glass.
First thing at daybreak, there's a coldness everywhere.
The cold air on my skin
yet I'm not getting chills.
**Devistated**
Devistated, understated, I relate with...
What you mean to mean to me only now it seems to be, that couldn't be more wrong,
Even called you up to talk but, my heart could barely speak since I always think you're sweet.
I get blinded by the guise how you respect me, it just affects me.
In the case you weren't aware,
I do more than simply care.
I'm a wreck for you! I am ruined!
I've withstood the battle lines
So I fight here every night...
Try to keep you from my thoughts,
I have truly truly fought...I am staggering watch me drop.
I plead mercy, I plead SEE ME!
So since you're sure it's real than I've lost to an ideal, imagine how I feel...
Devistated
Devistated, understated, I relate with...
dude, i'm highly impressed. i read it to myself. then read it aloud. it SO works. lovely words. awesome arrangement. impressive.
i am elian gonzales
i came to american in a styrofoam cup
my means were little
but my dreams were not
rice and beans and a cot
is all i would have needed
to get my start
in the land of oppurtinuty
shmoppurtunity
the of an omnipresent omniscient narrator worked splendidly with the iambic pentameter. i and i must say i rather enjoyed your use of the word "shmoppurtunity"
Here are a couple of mine from my journal...just wanted to repost them in the appropriate forum.
The truck can run me over
The truck can swerve and reject
The truck may take a different turn
My road signs to deflect
The truck may not be insured
The truck is running on e
The truck consulting his maps
Isn't where it should be
The truck has a bad driving record
It has yet to clear
The truck can say "I think I can"
But can he continually steer?
So I put away my hitch-hiking hand
And walk into the woods
As it passes, I can see
His headlights were no good
in beautiful comfort
your leg touches mine
your eyes meet mine
i feel it's time
but i hold back
in beautiful comfort
my fears disappear
my thoughts are clear
when you are near
but i just sit back
in beautiful comfort
you search my heart
and from yours impart
oh, the suspended starts
because you hold back
Ventured into Island Heights
A place almost forgotten
But as my feet
Carried me over the dock
I recalled amazing sights
Houses along waters' edge
Shining across the night's bay
Where vessels swim
By the moon's silvery glow
Infinite praise I impledge
Reaching the wooden dock's end
Grandiloquent lamp shining
But not tonight
For the sake of the white stars
Putting on a show for friends
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
Took me one
to complicate my life
and now I'm out for the count
I feel like a pop up book
but the tabs are worn out
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
I can't tell
if my resilience is fading
or am I getting stronger?
every silent panic dissipating
into this cold december
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
a history of misery unfolds with every drink
you sigh heavily in distress
i feel it penetrate my chest
a deliberating exhalation releases your sigh of misery
a thriving portion of realism
fighting my youthful optimism
becoming the smoky air
between us, enveloping us
almost too thick to bear
you breathe it in, taking what's yours
but it's seeping out of your tortured pores
as drops of lovesick sweat and tears
your out of love and in the clear
a history of misery---
and I knew not, dear
I knew not
How sweet is that yoda, I'm published. Learn somethin' new everyday.
"I ain't seen the fruits of that labor." Bring it girl, don't be scerrrred.
maybe I'll throw something together just for you, he he.
This sits somewhere between song lyrics w/ accompanying sheet music or traditonal poetry:
Put the phone back on the hook, leave the flowers on the door step.
Let me be for a week or two cause right now I've had enough of you.
It might all be in my head, how can anything be sure?
First you want it then you change your mind, I can't take this anymore.
Is this darkness such a sin? It's just the color of my skin.
Whether you can see around it, that's where your weakness is.
If your mind's an open book, while your life is on display.
Just convince me that I'm wrong here, and this all will go away.
Chooses one sort not the other. Is it really just his preferance?
Where does preferance take that turn into, become the thing he hates?
I'll dissapear and not be found, how would that make you feel?
Bet it'd bearly scratch the surface, but at least it would be real.
Maybe it's the other way around, what if I'm too good for you?
When the choice is up to me then, I'll know what to do.
Put the phone back on the hook, leave the flowers on the door step.
Let me be for a week or two cause right now I've had enough of you.
i wanna try poe-tree:
dime store hoods robbed me blind
of my clock and my time
seeing eye dogs barked aloud
their employers are very proud
i found a new watch today
i think it's mine painted grey
red eyed flights soar over my head
white clouds give air street cred
on the ground i roam 'mongst crime
still i know the sky she's mine
let me on that plane right now
i'll attach my snow cloud plow
space and time are one i'm told
but they both seem so insincere
they leave you lying, dying cold
the same bat place, same bat year
don't remind me they're even there
i won't adjust my lack of care
Here are some of mine...
In My Dream
So swift I fly
Never fail never die
I'm the conqueror I'm the queen
Of my everlasting dream
I write the story of my life
The ending changes every night
On my journey I'm the pilot
Destiny unknown some new spot
There was a little girl who was very bright
She never tried to do anything right
There was a little girl who believed in herself
Her own value was her greatest wealth
There was a little girl with many a happy day
Spent doing things she loved in her own way
To society's expectations, should she conform?
To lose her self worth would be the norm
When she grows older who will she be?
I’m not sure, but I think the girl is me
To love and please oneself is a privilege of youth
As we mature we learn a different truth
To love and help others can be a unique pleasure
Why be ruled by time spent in leisure?
To go through life never lacking a need,
Is that the way to truly succeed?
Or does fulfillment come from sacrifice?
Working hard and paying the price
It’s hard to know when things fall in my lap
My head hurts from wondering, I guess I’ll take a nap
Do you feet hurt?!
God's gift to womankind
Who fed you that corny line
You must be angel?!
For yourself you don't think
Don't you know your lines stink
What's your sign?!
You must be joking
From your stench I'm quickly choking
Come here often?!
Never again to hear your tired
Recycled speech you filthy liar
are you a feminist?
idk i never thought about it. def not in a political way. actually i think im pretty traditional on gender relations, but tend to be wary of personal involvement myself.
also, i was trying to avoid posting more personal stuff until i got to know the crowd a little more.
thats cool. your poems are very good. enjoyable.
thanks! i have a ton, but dont show them around often. i tend to think they run to two categories: fanciful and dramatic. im not sure what others make of that.
Smiles that light up the night
Of my soul…I blush
Miles of feelings break through the sealing
Of my soul…I blush
Denials of truth expressions uncouth
Of my soul…I blush
3 Haikus on Closure
Away bared souls packed
Undeniable impact
Enduring friends pact
Memories sweetened
By the passage of some time
Rewriteable thoughts <-OK so REWRITEABLE is not actually a word – give me a break
Musing wonderful
On how the unexpected
Seems predictable
Destructive decisions bad choices
Listening to all the wrong voices
Telling you the wrong things to do
Why do you do this to you
Are you as smart as you look?
Or are those glasses a front?
Is your gaze into the distance pensive or vapid?
Nails all bitten to the quick
Fingers tap tap tapping
Are you as nervous as you look?
Your curves are impossible to hide
There must be a hundred ways to hold you
Are you as sexy as you look?
You posture is erect
And you appear unafraid of strangers
Are you as confident as you look?
Are you as happy as you look?
Your smile never stops
And you seem always to be dancing
With your wide eyes
And blush spreading like wild fire
Are you as innocent as you look?
Can anyone know you?
All these fragments of a being
Do you know yourself?
I feel you slipping, slipping through the fingers of my mind
Did I not hold you tight enough? I tried
You were unreplaceable
Now you are unembraceable
A connection once so thick
Evaporated like mist
I don’t know what to do
Except say good-bye to you
i haven't seen any ezabel poets yet! boo-yeah!
i keed, i keed.
Many focus all concentration attempting to find who’s behind creation,
But their works are an imitation, and their faith has limitations.
Men built iron-clad walls but still met penetration,
Languished and anguished, searching for stipulations.
Some gifts were presented for their spiritual sending.
Rather than correction, continuous rule bending,
Just viewing the current, lack of attention to the ending.
Some men are breech-babies, came out wrong from the beginning.
Therefore, their handicaps are likened to those of Helen Keller.
Trying to be clock builders, rather than time tellers.
It’s like the tortoise and the hare, who will win the long race?
The ones that can attain, and see past their birth place.
The earth shakes
The heavens weep
The stars fall from the sky
In screaming streaks
The world spins loose around me
No good can save it now
I walk through the fires
For your love to feel
One more glorious burst
Before it all is over
What have we begun?
The world has come undone
Exploding suns cast your eyes
In dark shadows they search
For one last time they find me
Call to me, cry to me, sing to me
We stand surrounded
By unimaginable horrors
Of unimaginable times
These are the days when
all our work has come asunder
Holding each other close
While the world thunders
We’ve got nothing to lose now….
And nothing to gain…
Our love is all that’s left
As the world melts away
This warm summer night
On your back porch
No breeze stirring the trees
Or your hair
Darkness has just descended in the world
And your face
What have you brought me here for?
The crickets chirp, so long my salvation, my comfort
So long the serenade to your beauty
Turns to an ominous note
as I ponder the possibilities, my mind racing
Yet you just smile forlornly and look away
Unable to say what we both know, and fear
The stars come out above our heads
Your favorite sight
Yet you cannot raise you eyes tonight
Silently the embrace is felt
never to be forgotten
I am left alone
While the crickets chirp terrifies
and comforts
haha decided to resurect my own thread.. heres my latest:
A Stranger
You walk into the room.
You catch my eyes immediately.
I look at you.
I look at your messy hair,
Your dirty green sneakers,
Your sideburns, your blue eyes,
Your chapped, pale lips.
Your eyes meet mine.
But they look through me.
You don’t see me.
I look at you.
I remember the good times.
Being together.
You look my direction,
But never see me.
You look through my clear memories
And off into the dark distance.
The distance between us.
I will never know you again-
Its like I never knew you before.
here's a new one i made, hope you guys like. critique me if you want. i know i have more room for improvement.
“Empty Promises” (12-2-03)
They told us we could always trust them,
But they managed to get through with snares,
And tied the leash around our necks so tight,
When they tugged, it’d rip off our neck hairs.
I couldn’t do anything to stop their control.
Were we deceived with their honest lies?
They reminded us they were always sincere,
But they were deaf to our agonizing outcries.
Hear me out. This is the bottom line,
I’m not going to listen to you anymore,
And after all your empty promises,
I see you are just merely heartless from the core.
Don’t try to compromise something else,
Stop trying to bribe us with these fake pearls,
We see beneath your transparent surface now,
So put the pouch down before the truth unfurls.
Saving yourself is futility in full works,
Wasting your time trying to get us back,
It’s okay; we don’t want any more offers,
The circus already makes good money off your act.
You are nothing.
You are nothing but a promise of failure.
We’re watching you.
We’re watching you falling to your end.
i want to partake of your date clusters.
Plant Life
Grow something
But, I will be dead by the time it ever matures. Ahh.. ...But, I would have created something beautiful. I will mark you down for credit.
- A Collaboration
Adam
RSK
Yes,
sitting here you are
like a draft of wind
flowing in pauses
through the open spaces of my head
through nasal pasages
to be locked in chambers
where you pound at the drums of my cerebrum
Moment of Inspiration
I'm admiring
What's inspiring
So i go on,
Keep aspiring
No expiring,
Lent on perspiring,
Largely try hard,
For gratifying reward.
I’m hiring
Ideas spiraling
So I go on,
Not tiring
No miring
Lent on prospering
Largely smart ward
With electrifying gaud
-RSK
Things to do Before Age Thirty and Marriage
FEEL
Hate to wait
Deregulate
SEEL
FLIGHT
Need travel
Loose gavel
SIGHT
FEND
Afraid you
More to do
SEND
-RSK
I like this one. Nice structure, and you said a lotin a little. What do you mean by "seel?" What does that mean?
Well, the word "seel" has at least three different meanings to it, and I tried to capsulize all three meanings into it, when writing this ...as different as those 3 individual meanings are to each other. But, the one meaning for the word, that especially applies to way I was trying to use it, means "good opportunity." I used the word "seel" because of what it means (It has good application in this poem), it rhymes with "feel" (the first line of the same stanza. I wanted the first line and third line in each stanza to rhyme), because I was making a pattern with the first lines, being a word that begins with "F," and the last lines in each stanza, being a word that begins with "S," and lastly, because, I already knew that my very last line of the poem, was "SEND," and before you "send" a letter, you "seal" it, so it can double as meaning for that, in just this alternative spelling ("seel"), while at the same time, actually being the real spelling, for what a "good opportunity" is.
Bet you're sorry you asked. haha
i feel like i just read this twice. i feel like i just read this twice.
The Edit option isn't there for me to fix it. A moderator will have to take care of it.
Stabilizing Serial Expat
Though it stings
It's interesting
That in my mind
I can find
That I'm half as well
So I've come to tell
That in these parts
I'll make my mark
Where
I don't know where
Somewhere...
I want to settle though,
And call my own
Or...
Since I'm not sure
I guess I can never go wrong with being nomadic
There's always that
My Soul's an airplane
My ideas are an airplane
I do navigate correctly though
I can say so
Since I always shoot for where I wish to go
-RSK
haven't written any straight up poetry in a while, but I have a bunch of lyrics to songs I've written here: http://www.bandfromsociety.com/lyrics.html
and here's one more song called "next to you"
another night of quiet reflection
thinking about all the choices shaping life.
i'm trying to figure out just how i got from there to here
i'm trying to figure out just how it all went by so fast.
i've never been so certain about anything,
but somehow I know that this is right.
cuz when I touch your face and see the way you look at me
I want to hold you like this every day until i die.
it's not a matter of futility,
I know that life's worth living everytime i make you smile
and it's not that it's a mystery,
but it would take a million pages to describe just what you mean to me
so take me down
to a place where i can be a waste and explode without a sound
i'm falling down into a hole
when i'm with out you i am not anything at all... you're so beautiful
Another night of mind crazing subjection
to all the tortures I inflict apon myself.
talking to myself i lie in not so restful sleep
I couldn't force myself to think about anybody else
cuz i've waited all day long to go to sleep tonight
just so I could dream about you.
Imagining expressions on your face,
Inventing all the words that I wish so much that you would say
so take me down
to a place where i can be a waste and explode without a sound
i'm falling down into a hole
when i'm with out you i am not anything at all
intoxicated by this late hour
all these thoughts devour me
i taste my whole world turning sour
when you walk away from me.
and I can't seem to find the right words
so I'll have to use the wrong ones
I will write every emotion until i become undone
i would walk a million miles in anybody's shoes
and in another fifty lifetimes
i will still want to wake up next to you
i'm gonna make something up right now, on the spot:
i'm a puddle sinking down the drains of her eyes
i fill her thoughts, drown her fears and doubts
like cool, clean water i trickle down her throat
i nourish and revitalize her pertinant processes
i'm evaporated by the heat of her heart
i drift upward, ascend to heights largely unfathomed
i pray to rain down happy as the blue sky on each day of breathing
to take part in this routine i wish to spend eternity achieving
I really like this poem.
Here's one
Winter Days
You wake up for school and just don't care
Your bus slides down the street and it just not fair
You get out of school and snowballs are whizzing across the sky
Until one comes and hits you right in the eye
You go inside and snuggle on the couch
Like a baby kangaroo in its mothers pouch
Waiting for your love one day,
To come and take me away.
Till then I'm all alone,
Waiting for your love to come take me home.
mesmerize me with your deepest eyes
exploring the insides my heart
find that there are no lies
knowing i 'liked' you from the start
captivate me with your sweetest smile
as it can cheer a thousand souls
rendering me senseless like a child
and keeping me smiling a thousand fold
embrace me with your caring touch
for without it, my wounds woud never heal
without it, my pain would hurt too much
without you i would never again learn to feel
bless me with your gentle kiss
and taste the joy of my soul in bliss
That poem's captivating. Excellent writing there, bro.
ty, i love this poem soooo much, it's awesome
yeah, this is cool & all(i actually liked it a lot), but I was caught off gaurd by the lack of off-color humor, and nonsensical rambling we've come to love you for so much...
time and place for everything. and ezabel is a time and place for stupidness...woo hoo
And its a sonnet...I'm impressed!!
not a true sonnett. but does the job
Well, get your practice on. That's how they used to woo the ladies, ya know,
wow that was heartwarming. i may dream about you tonight.
get in line
More polarizations, than ready for.
Time's changing without me even knowing
Snowflakes deranging ..mixed and slowing
A Head of hearts
The Head hurts
The Head starts
The Head exerts
-Written by me today
I added more to this one.
More polarizations, than ready for
Time's changing
Without me even knowing
Snowflake's deranging
It's mixed and slowing
A Head of Hearts
Emotion in 3-D
The Head hurts
Thinks to see
The Head starts
Still heart beats
The Head exerts...
The Head exerts...
The Head exerts...
You don't have a heart
You have just but a head
You'll be needing my heart
Don't worry
I'd still have my head
-RSK
This is a poem i wrote you would be surprised about what its really refering to...
A Death Wish
Look at me! She screamed
They walked past her,
As if she isn't pretty enough,
As if she doesn't matter.
She is, Yes, just like the others,
But she is strong.
Ready to fall off this
strong hold,
But no one notices her.
This occasion
Everyone comes out to see,
But no one notices her.
The pretty one.
So now she falls,
Being cast aside like sand being pushed by the ocean.
All she wanted,
Was her moment in time,
But it ended up as her death cry
Just to...
Look at her.
I wrote this several years ago, and posted it on poetry.com. To my surprise, it was still there:
Let's Do Lunch
I saw you once or twice before
Or maybe not
For all I knew you were a bore
Or crass robot
But when I took a seat beside you
Yesterday
All my questions, doubts, about you
Went away
We didn't say a lot that day
A joke or two
But something in the way you say,
"I love life too,"
Makes me know that soon we'll be
Not just associates.
Let's get together sometime; we'll
Have fun I bet.
Some of my stuff can be found at www.poetry.com just type in my name (Melody Valenti) and a list of my poems that I have posted there should come up...
there's quite a few people under Melody Valenti. How do I know which one(s) is(are) you?
what's the deal with posting your own? Do they automatically get copyrighted? How could any of us go about doing this?
every one that says "melody valenti" is mine.. theres a bunch of them... just to clarify tho, mine r Every Thing I Need To Know I Learned From My First Love, Him, In The End, That Type of Girl, Used To, Only A Matter of Time, Him, Thank You
the deal is u put up ur stuff, its copyrighted as ur own, but poetry.com is allowed to enter them in contests.. i've won a couple which is how i got published...
hmm, awesome! I asked because I saw "melody ann valenti" and "melody fern valenti" besides just regular "melody valenti"
hehe i'm just the regular Melody Valenti LOL
that's the best kind.
SCORE!!!!
wow, I like "thank you" a lot. There's another one like that, and I really like it, too. Good stuff!
thanks :) actully, i just submitted that poem to be published in this literary magazine for my school.. so we'll see what happens, I have to wait till next week to find out if they choose it to be printed or not...
I was in charge of my school's literary magazine..that was fun.
So was I! Editor. That was a lot of fun. We would get hundreds of submissions, and it would be page after page of wannabe goth, my boyfriend/girlfriend dumped me and jesus loves me poems. It was so refreshing when we got something of substance. And we always did.
Although these topics certainly can inspire good poetry, it usually didn't.
I went to look for yours, and i found one of mine from highschool. Man that was a long time ago. How do you read these?
That site is seriously bad. Don't be fooled. Your stuff doesn't get copyrighted, they bury your poem in a 5000 anthology that anyone who posts gets into. Be careful about what you post there because they can do whatever they want with it once it's there and they don't have to tell you.
My sister was posting there for a long time and I got in a big fight with her over what you just said. They put your poem in a huge book and then make you pay to get the book so you can see yourself published.
haha for real? wow ok now i'm taking my stuff off there.. thanks guys :)
I have a few...you can find mine right here
But I quote one of them so you can have a taste.
"I die"
when our eyes hit,
my heart splits,
you heart break,
my face smiles fake,
and I'm overcome,
gotta run,
from the pain,
before blood leaves stain,
on this shirt,
and back to the dirt,
from where I came,
so I won't refrain,
from writing line by line,
in time, bending mind,
let rhymes go,
while my heart takes a breather,
blood stops it's flow,
the body grows cold,
death's my reliever,
chill death after fever.
Hot rushes away,
cold brings pain,
forced to pay,
for your gain.
I'm the biggest joke,
the stupid bloke
the biggest loser,
they say I seduced her
with the saddest smile,
I'm the coldest pile,
heap on me,
my sympathy.
I die.
I threw up some more short poems I had written just now. Check them out
These are two of mine that have been published before:
Used To
You used to say "I love you".
You used to say "I care".
You used to say "I need you".
And you said "I'll always be there".
I guess those things only last for a short time,
I guess every thing passes by.
I only wish i could stop time,
as it flys on past my eyes.
I guess "always" and "forever",
don't mean that much to you.
But, I want you to know,
that I will always and forever love you.
In The End
Words and tears
are meaningless now.
There comes a time when you realize,
that you have reached your limit.
You've said your last word,
you've cried your last tear.
After a certain amount of tears,
they all just lose their meaning.
After numerous spoken words,
they all become fickle.
I've done all I can-
killed myself in the process.
All to make you happy-
all to win your love.
But it seems as though
I have been wrong.
All I did,
was a meaningles attempt
to get something
that I can never have.
I like how "Used to" feels and flows
oh, and I can relate.
yeah, i like it too...i relate to it....it's well written...but i sure wish i could say i didn't relate and it was well written, haha
oh, and I can relate.
It starts with one,,,,
omg dont' u DARE make Linkin Park comparasons to my work, first of all, Linkin Park SUCKS second of all- EW
yeahhhhhhh. linkin park sucks.
I really enjoy "faint" though..the violin..it's nice.
what??!?!?!!?!? i am such a fan of linkin park. the rage in them just attracts me and their creativity. granted, some songs stink but lots are just really good.
just kidding just kidding just kidding ... I don't like them either
whenever i write, most of my stuff sounds like emo, although i don't intend it to be, it just comes out that way. need to work on that. anyway, here's one of mine.
"Just Be Yourself" (6-15-03)
Diffidence dominates your mind,
And you assemble more and more lies.
You're insecure of revealing your essence,
Because I can just see it in your eyes.
How you talk and how you act,
Definitely hiding something behind your back.
Afraid of divulging the truth to the world,
You build up your defenses for attack.
You got yourself into this mess,
You pretty much messed up yourself.
The mirror reflects a fool back to you,
And all you really had to do was just be yourself.
You left a bad impression inside you,
Stop pretending to be someone you're not.
Keep on going the way you're going,
Your mentality is gonna continue to rot.
You can only go for so long,
Until you've realized everyone's left you.
Look at all the time you've wasted,
Vanity touched whatever you tried to do.
very nice pete! I really liked "The mirror reflects a fool back to you,
And all you really had to do was just be yourself." Very awsum line babe :)
thanks! :D
you know what's so weird? I was going to write a poem about someone I know that's just like that. Maybe now I don't need to...or maybe I should still write my take on it. Since I'm seeing it through different eyes.
go for it, i'd like to see your view on it. your poem "I Die" was really good.
This reminds me or "Everything to Everyone" by Everclear and "Acoustic #3" by the Goo Goo Dolls.
i don't listen to them, is my poem very alike to their songs?
Um, nooo. You definitely don't sound like you're imitating them. The theme of his poem is just the same: She's [I assume its a guy talking to a girl] so busy trying to create a false persona , instead of being herself, she's turned herself into someone that's going down fast. But the reason is probably b/c she doesn't like herself, so the solution is pause for the cause and be yourself for once. That person is a lot more likeable.
More or less that's what I got out of it. But since I can't read the poem and write this at the same time, there may be some elements I've forgotten. Look up the lyrics to the other songs...even if you don't like the bands, you might appreciate the lyrics.
oh ok cool :)
I love it Pete.
you wrote this when i turned 25! That means nothing!!