I am just kidding you know
Oh, this isn't a contest or anything. It's just a thread to show off some our fellow freinds creativity in the area of poetry. Comments, suggestions or rants are more than welcome!
I'll start with one of mine.
"Waking Up To The Sound Of Gunfire"
Waking up to the sound of gunfire
It must be true
They said so on the news...
The youth of America is arming themselves
And are taking aim
Pearl, Mississippi...
Jonesburo, Arkansas...
Springfield, Oregon...
Who�s next to pull the trigger?
Have you really, really listened?
Yeah you - listen...
To the sound of gunfire
Has any of us really listened?
(J)
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Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky...
Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
If Eve had Failed to Concieve
By Edward Wellen
[This message was edited by Jeff Raven on April 15, 1999.]
Unsent
I didn't stop talking to you
Because you made me angry
I didn't stop talking to you
Because I failed to care
I didn't walk away from you
Because I really wanted to
I walked away because I fell in love
I won't pick up the phone
When you call
I won't turn to you
When you reach out in the hall
It's not because I hate you
That I do these things
It's because I cannot deal
With all the pain it brings
Not because I want it to...
Because I fell in love with you
And don't ask why
Please dont ask why
To answer you - I'd rather die
But if you really want to know...
It's because I love you so...
I didn't return your letters
For lack of want to read them
I didn't delete you from my machine
Because your voice was bane
I didn't walk away from you
That's nothing that I'd want to do
I walked away -
You're all I'm dreaming of ...
I walked away because I fell in love
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There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
[This message was edited by Jubilee McGann on April 15, 1999.]
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"We choose to do this and more. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard."
-- John F. Kennedy
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"Okay, so I'm not "SANE" so to speak, but uh... I'm the lovable kind of psycho"
http://solareclipse.net/
*snaps repeatedly for all those who have gone thus far*
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"Audaces fortuna juvat."
"Fortune favours the bold."
Here's another one of mine. Enjoy.
"Pale"
You didn�t bother to try to stop
Just get away, stealing dreams from my head
Just tell me what you want
Keep talking...I dunno what to say
I�m wrapped up in your arms
I play both parts, the boy and the girl
Trickier things keep shining from above
Still contemplating hitting you
But i�m writing it all down
I wanna be the one when you lay me down
No more I love you�s will I speak
To your ears, you don�t listen
Listen to me...listen to me...listen to me...
My hands are in the fire
You burn me...
Yes, I do...
No I won�t...
I see the song shining in your face
Yeah...I wanna be in outer space
I�d live for you but you don�t care
They wanna put me away
They wanna tie me down
So i�ll just end it without a sound
I�ve gotta bruise
I�ve gotta snooze
I�ve gotta run
I�ve gotta heart to loose
Shades of my eyes, my past lies
I disguise them in colours
For you alone
It�s my sky
Shaded and hated
Bloodless white
Make me pale...
Pale...
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Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky...
Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
*farts loudly*
*runs out of hall singing
The was a young man from Sparta......
I am just kidding you know
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---- AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!----
I feel better now.
Disclaimer:
A)I actually don't paint myself.
B)This is rather old and hastily done. It was the only thing I could find on HD.
Oh, and bonus points to whoever pulls the Paridise Lost allusion out of it...
Paint
The palette lies,
a topograph of colour.
One camel-haired brush
is the artist�s sword.
It plunges
headlong
into the face of the palette�s wood.
Reaching, screaming
to cover its nude bristles with
oily pigment.
The bristles meet the austere
surface and
scrunge their way through
the paint,
passing through
crimsons, golds and aquamarines,
leaving a wake
of merged colour
lapping together in a greasy ocean.
The sopping-wet utensil rises
from its oily refuelling pad
to meet the empty canvas.
Looming like a blank wall.
The artist�s wrist flicks,
and a slash of ochre cuts
through the nothingness.
The artist smiles
and the inflictor of the wound falls away
From the canvas, it picks up speed.
He hurled headlong down.
The paintbrush slams beneath the waves
on the top of the drinking cup.
Like a medieval priest casting out a demon,
the paint,
a wraith,
slips from behind its camelhair prison
and into the confines of the water.
The hours pass.
Fresh paint gives way to a
stucco of oil.
For the final time, a brushstroke
hits the canvas,
and falls back to the murky water, the primordial soup
from whence life sprung
yet is the waste product in the life
of a painting.
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"......"
�������������-The Breen at Internment Camp 371
[This message was edited by The_Tom on April 15, 1999.]
There once was a woman from Venus...
*crowd ahems*
Oh, alright. Erm...
There once was a girl from Regina...
*crowd ahems louder*
Uh... How about...
There once was a woman from Tucker,
And every guy wanted to�
*crowd binds, gags, and throws him out of the room*
Hmpf! You people have no appreciation for art... *LMAO*
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"I prefer much more diplomatic ways of pissing people off."
-a certain anonymous administrator
My poetry is CRAPOLA compared to you guys!
TSN ... Meet me in "THE ROOM" .. I have a few things to discuss with you on your taste in art.... *whip crack in the background*
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There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
Contemplation
A man pauses on a footbridge.
A garden of life surrounds him,
wrapping him in its lucid touch.
The emerald leaves flash their multi-faceted faces,
as if they were precious gems
waiting to be plucked.
Balsam grass peak out of the bank,
As caramel cattails tease the wind
into a soothing dance.
His senses become overwhelmed.
He draws in a deep breath,
The glory of life permeating
his body.
The sound of calm water flowing beneath him,
Draws his eyes to the brilliant pink lilies
That dot the stream.
He draws back, taking in the entire scene.
And for a moment,
A small instant,
He understands it all.
He knows his place here.
He sighs as a stray thought brings him back.
He smiles, the sparkling trees returning it.
The essence of the scene is there
As he looked ahead,
Accompanying him on the path.
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Jeff Raven - Having more fun than any human being should be allowed to have
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I drink therefore I am.
-Descartes
*havn't figured out a title*
I spent my lifetime trying to learn
That you spend it, cheaply.
There's no time to burn here ...
We are running, and running,
We don't know why.
We are chasing ourselves,
Until we die.
Time is the fire that burns within us,
Fueling us onward.
Time, who is our Master, and we,
His unwilling slaves.
Cruel Time, torturing us.
Torturing me, who has no Time to loose...
No time for these games
You play with my mind....
You play with my soul ...
And I gave you my heart, a willing victim.
I have watched it burn in your hand.
You reached your hand in my chest,
And twisted my enire being around.
Absolute power, but power corrupts.
You have all the power....
I'm yours to devour...
And you like how that is,
You like to play with me...
You could tell me day was night
I'd believe you...I'd believe you..
But you know this, I'm your prisoner
And you know this.
And you like it...
And you like it.
Well find a new play-toy, Master mine.
This feeling I have...
Is no longer divine.
Set me free, I don't want to play.
If you ever want me...
You'll come find me one day.
When you want to be real,
After you've had your fun, the battles been won...
You know how I feel...You've known forever..
You know how I feel.
Come find me,
When time permits you...
Come find me.
But remember...Time is cruel.
Remember.
Time is not yours, and it devours.
It will burn you, as you have burned me...
And change things.
Don't take your chances on forever...
It might not be there when you need it..
It will dissappear...Dissappear...
So come find me...
When time permits you...
Come find me.
I have no time for your games anymore.
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There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
When you drive for hours....
arrive,
to find you nowhere gone.
You've just been mouthing
"Broom, broom"
and rocking wheel;
Of course you have,
The heap is rusted through....
and off the road
since you drove through 13 schoolyards
laughing like a Prescott......
And when you are the burning man
who seeing the flame
runs for nearest garage
and grabs a pump.
Then squirting and blazing in the forecourt,
shouting:
"Come on....
Splat my ratatouille across the sky..."
Then welcome.
Ah....
Ooo Compluzian...
Beghzzli.
In Blue Jam
Blue Jam
Blue Jam
Example Opening Narration - Chris Morris' Blue Jam
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An unborn scream burst in my stomach,
and spread like cold mercury through my chest.
I covered my face with my hands, but kept looking through my fingers.
"Write that down!", he told the stick.
"Is visibly destroyed, yet unable to turn away".
- Blue Jam
Little humor, no charge!!
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The Naked Now
"Eyes of Fire"
I gaze into the mirror
The image that I see
Is but a mere reflexion of
what's inside of me:
The words lash out like brush fire,
The thoughts are evil, true.
A few stray phrases can save a life,
But can they come from you?
The heart's as cold as hard stone,
The eyes, they ripple with hate.
And what I've been observing
Is too hard to relate.
As hatred, darkness, looms ahead,
The path, once bright, now dark
Draws further off the moral way,
Where do you find that mark?
I gaze into the mirror
The image that I see
Has eyes of fire and heart of stone
Can you believe it's me?
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"Audaces fortuna juvat."
"Fortune favours the bold."
[This message was edited by Elim Garak on April 16, 1999.]
Jubes: *wipes a tear away* I must admit, it seemed very familiar to me. Like an incident I came out of a few weeks ago. It struck just a wee bit too close to home. It was spectacular. Can't wait to see more.
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"We choose to do this and more. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard."
-- John F. Kennedy
WANDERINGS
-or-
THE BALLAD OF THE FOREVER MAN
I come to find you
But will what you find finding you
Be me
I cannot see
It's been a long time
A long time since I saw you last
What's new
Me or you
Rainy evenings
Skies of grey
Silent footfalls
Come my way
The TV burns all night
And no one's watching.
Across the Desert
Through arctic winds to jungle rain
I roam
Have no home
Scenery changes
My search still remains the same
To quest
Never rest
I will journey
Cross the Earth
Find the reason
For my birth
The TV burns all night
And I'm not watching
One night in Bangkok
A thousand years in Avalon
Time flows
I don't know
In search of meaning
I've walked from here to Babylon
World turns,
This I've learned:
Doesn't matter
Where I've been
Sit here now
Warm within
The TV burns all night
And I've quit watching.
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*I only SEEM Normal*
THE VAMPIRE'S LAMENT
I stalk the night, the cursed son of man's forgotten bride,
Prince of pain. Heir of torment.
The last survivor of a race condemned
The night is mine alone
Alone I walk, Alone forevermore-
By Fate's decree, and not my own design
For would I couse myself this pain?
Black fire burns through my veins,
Incomprable to any human need,
Desire, unquenchable.
Some try to help me, they do not understand
Acknowledgement of feeling causes only further pain,
Of which I've HAD my fill.
Still, this longing claws at my soul
An enless search for an unreachable goal.
I once sought vengeance. Now I seek release,
An ending to my quest. By any means.
There are nights, cold and lonely,
When I would sell my soul for someone to hold,
...If I still had one.
"Help me," said the Lost Son, "to escape this living Hell."
"Kill me," said the Dark Child...
"For I cannot kill myself."
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*I only SEEM Normal*
"Peter"
Locked up in a cloudy day
Can�t stay for long, he�s not OK
He saw 10,000 daggers
Each one stabbing
Each one grabbing
See, he wanna be a big boy
Meet a sweet girl, have a good life
He said no, no, no...just wanna be a friend
He said no, no, no...can�t live this life again
Living in this picture show...
Stood up and counted rain
He wanna be something just so plain
He flew 10,000 miles
Each one contracting
Each one reacting
And he would have been a big boy
Could have been cruel, could have been coy
He said no, no, no...just wanna love again
He said, no, no, no...just wanna die again...
Living in this picture show
(J)
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Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky...
Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
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"I am greater than the stars for I know that they are up there and they do not know that I am down here." - William Temple