POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

My dear Living Poets Society,
I've had recent communication with our dearly loved ShihTzuTylenol - he asked me to tell you that he hasn't forgotten the Poetry thread - he's been working on all manner of lyric verse to share with us some day when he gets back on line where he can play at JUB.

 

[Lefty]

I writted a poime.

butt I couldn't copy and paste

so I lost it. No biggy. Not like it was

Robert Hoar Frost or nothin.

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty, my bud,
You ain't no dud.

The forum controls really aren't that new,
I have the greatest confidence in you.

 

[refujiunderground]

since i feel like it..

i feel like going on a rampage
punching my hand against the wall til my hand breaks
i can afford to hurt myself i got insurance
even though the hospital bill might be really enormous
you may see me smiling but on the inside, i feel great torment
so much, that when i bring it up, people say that medication for me is a must
my mom was playing her self help tape for me yesterday
since i told her how much my life sucks
the tape was talking about positive things come from positive thoughts
the way my life is it's hard for my thoughts to be sought
each day brings on a new set of challenges
so i have to treat every part of life on a system of checks and balances
and it seems like this whole issue of my sexuality is getting the best of me
just the thought of coming out to my family and friends is really stressing me
and after that whole ordeal is over, i start to think what would be next for me
i think about all the guys that i messaged on okcupid
and how almost all of them didn't say shit back, made me feel really stupid
registering for that site, why the hell did i even do it?
these dude were going to play me out from the jump, i already knew it
i was hoping to just get to conversate
with a few dudes about whatever but they wanted to go ahead and hate
man, fuck them, they're just a bunch of arrogant, bitchmade big headed bitches
unable to communicate with dudes in real life, see them in the bars, they're scared shitless
tried adam4adam, posted a pic of my body
and all of a sudden, i have dudes sending me invites to fuck, it really shocked me
made me shocked to the point where i felt uncomfortable
and a second ago, i was okcupid, those dudes made me feel like i was unwantable
it just made me go like awwwwwwww.... fuck this yo.
i'm deleting both of my accounts
because on one site, i'm getting absolutely no love
and the next one, i'm receiving unwanted messages in large amounts
hell, this whole entire thing just makes me wish that i wasn't gay
i personally feel that even dealing with this is really going out my way
i feel as if i'm sabotaging myself for failure
it's like going from eating 5 star meals to eating hamburger helper
i have a cool set of homies, my life is going okay
i took a long time for me to find stability with my life and i'm giving it away
i'm basically destorying the life that i took years to build
and turning it into a abandon vacant field
and in the end, i'm all alone by myself
like people not wanting to have shit to do with me
getting rejected by the straight and the gay community
it's like i have no one to turn to

 

[freefall]

Strobe Lights

How could you ever believe
There were no hidden intentions
In every sides of the dark cube
Made by the obscure blacksmith?

The forest was but too dense and dark
Even fear had gone faraway to escape;
Visions devolved and diminished abruptly
As the outer days succumbed before time

How could I know
If hidden staircases
Were already spiked?

How could you ever foretell
States of moody water cycles
When you were blindfolded
Since the day you were born?

Pillars befell above the shuddered birds
Into the inverted sky that shuttered away
The sunless noon and the moonless night
That the eclipse lost its everlasting throne
Surrendered in the sermon’s gamble

How could I ever estimate correctly
The depth of acidic murky swamps
If rulers were invalid and uncorrected
If the bottom were lowered always
And I could never search my way out of
A maze that never existed in the first place?

How could you
Walk downward
If it could be a trap?

And a deteriorating glance locate
A perfectly concealed grain of sand
Behind the sore eyelid dyed in red

Repair the roofs of the extinct world
So the gears which ran out of motions
Thus revive somber lights too nervous
To guide empty space out to freedom

 

[freefall]

Suicide Note

Dear sisters
Dear brothers
I will depart
In a fast blink
Not turning back
But say no farewell
It is meant to be
This way for me
My melancholic wounds
Will never heal
To that faraway place
Outside this thin gauze
My eclipse emerges now
After once
Being in my arms

*This is just a work. I'm definitely NOT suicidal and DO NOT plan to end my life.

 

[Drugstore Cowboy]

well i kinda wanted to revive this thread but it looks like its been rather... dead

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

well i kinda wanted to revive this thread but it looks like its been rather... dead

shut yer mouth!

Heart of steel
Born to kill
Mother's milk left me dressed to shame
I just go my way
Move to fast
It won't last
Hammerhead, Daddy ran away
He still knows my name

Oh, something's gotta give
The paper on the wall soon will peel and fall
Oh, and then you'll see my face painted up with sin
Cover me... Cover me again

I outgrew my old shoes
My back yard was cluttered up with lies
Kept it easy on the eyes
Fresh homemade under shade
Black and red, paint my fingers blue
Still hiding from the truth

Mmmm my best friend kills the pain
But only for a day
Keeps chewing on my veins

Oh, Something's gotta give
The paper on the wall soon will peel and fall
Then you'll see my face painted up with sin
Cover me... Cover me again
Cover me again

 

[DonQuixote]

GUS!

Heavy words, there, buddy.
Wow, you were posting this as I was powering up -
We've missed you.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

hey donny, have mist you too.... i'm in a dark place right now sweetie--tryna work through it though; wish me luck

Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Blackbird a tappin' on the window pane
Sick man smilin' at a stray dog in the rain
Demon tied to a chair in my brain

Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Lovers burnin' ghostly draggin' their chains
Met eyes from the window
Of that midnight train
Demon tied to a chair in my brain

Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Mad shriekin' woman weepin' my name
My skeleton is meltin'
My soul is in flames
Demon tied to a chair in my brain

 

[DonQuixote]

Gus,
The beauty and art art deep inside you.
You can get me on e-mail.
There are a bunch of us over in F&G who miss you.

 

[Drugstore Cowboy]

yay i'm glad to see this page is still alive, i posted a few poems here way back when i was molotov spark but haven't so in a while.

and i also missed you ShihTzuTylenol, your actually one of my favorite posters way back when you posted more often.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

yay i'm glad to see this page is still alive, i posted a few poems here way back when i was molotov spark but haven't so in a while.

and i also missed you ShihTzuTylenol, your actually one of my favorite posters way back when you posted more often.

squeezy hugz, i mistU too molotov.... where are your glasses hehe, you got contacts didn't you? cool

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

The kids have a new take, a new take on faith
Pick up the pieces, get carried away
I came home to city half erased
I came home to face what we faced

This place needs me here to start
This place is the beat of my heart

Storm didn't kill me, the government changed
Hear the answer call, hear the song rearranged
Hear the trees, the ghosts and the buildings sing
With the wisdom to reconcile this thing

It's sweet and it's sad and it's true
How it doesn't look bitter on you

Mother and father I stand beside you
The good of this world
Might help see me through

This place needs me here to start
This place is the beat of my heart

 

[DonQuixote]

Flash,
Thank you. That was beautifully put. My rhythmic ramblings have suffered of late.

Gus,
Thank you for that snippet of insight. I can piece together a bit from your verse,
knowing some of what's happened,
life's been more than a bit perverse.

And I know where you've been and what you've been doing -
To a degree.
I'm waiting still for more clarity.

 

[AlmondMilk]

I took a creative writing course last month. I had no idea what the freak I was doing. I know I want to change the titles and edit them a couple more times before I'm satisfied. Even though I left the class feeling frustrated that I always submitted incomplete works, I definitely want to experiment more.

A Sailor in a Mermaid Trap

She jumps out, curls wet,
undamaged from the pH
the water exhibited,
Skin the never prunes, flawless,
a body so modelesque
her natural beauty true,
and no one would believe me.

The scales on her flippers slice
each equipped, mini-blades cupped
Dainty yet deadly, shows me
hunter with survival tact,
A graceful swimmer through rough currents, comes up,
She motions me towards her
I’m tempted into the cold.

Many warned her siren song
Consciousness swallowed by her
She is lusting for more blood
half smile conniving without
hiding the rumors were true
no care for the life I’ll leave
Bury my body to sea.


A Pitcher Plant’s Meal

A floor of noodle-thin divisions of peat moss anchors a forest of rod extensions tied to dangling goblets; each with transparent skin and ruby veins branching and reaching towards the tops of the rib-like waxy brims. Inches just above is a common fly darting in clumsily drawn circles captivated by this plant. The fly lands onto the hood appendage of the plant and pivots its stubby body robotically clockwise as if it were on watch for pirates attempting to loot its bounty. The sweet nectar is in reach—the treasure! Slowly, it walks towards the brim, but it slips from the waxy ridges inside the belly. Struggling in the bulbous gastric pit, it disintegrates. A breeze jiggles this earthly vase upwards. Fanfare for a celebratory toast for the meal it captured.

 

[Drugstore Cowboy]

squeezy hugz, i mistU too molotov.... where are your glasses hehe, you got contacts didn't you? cool

haha, i still wear my glasses on many occasions. i'm really a glasses kind-a-guy in the end lol.


heres a little poem i wrote not too long ago


Stealing glances

Stealing glances,
They’re like marvelous dances
I look but not touch
I don’t ask for too much

It’s that forbidden fruit
Its seductive root
To me it’s such a waste
To see what I can’t taste

I wonder and I wonder
As I endlessly blunder
When will I get my number?
How does it feel, that thunder…

I just stare as I stand
Make no other demand
Won’t ask for too much
For I can look, but can’t touch

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

For Gus, A Friend

Try this, friend... observe my eyes. They scan you, read you, see the lies
you've been told, and heard, and read and said;
you see me read inside your head.

Everything you felt was you, all of the things you felt you knew...
it's true.

And yet- all that you took to yourself to fight, all that drove you to pain and flight...
these were shadows amidst the light.

You cannot hide what we can see; you cannot say this is just about me.
You are more, you know, the you we see-
much more
much heart,
much hurt-

a tree.

Strong, resilient, facing storms.
Bending, shaking, drenched in rain,
yet standing tall, again
and again

Like leaves, you scatter life about you... each one bearing a thought... or two.

So know this; listen, learn, accept... we have no secrets, none that we, the loving watchers cannot see.
None, save one...

we share these eyes, this history-
what I see in you,
you see in
me.

**with tearful eyes**
so more than wonderful...knowing you get me
**eHugz and my whiskers on your cheek**
thank you babe

Flash,
Thank you. That was beautifully put. My rhythmic ramblings have suffered of late.

Gus,
Thank you for that snippet of insight. I can piece together a bit from your verse,
knowing some of what's happened,
life's been more than a bit perverse.

And I know where you've been and what you've been doing -
To a degree.
I'm waiting still for more clarity.

working on my memoirs now gummydrop, shouldn't be much more than a couple of years before they're ready to publish...be patient hehe
and your words dance as wonderfully as always... I've said it before and I'll say it again; poetry is like riding a bike-just not as much peddling and your ass don't get as sore

I took a creative writing course last month. I had no idea what the freak I was doing. I know I want to change the titles and edit them a couple more times before I'm satisfied. Even though I left the class feeling frustrated that I always submitted incomplete works, I definitely want to experiment more.

A Sailor in a Mermaid Trap

She jumps out, curls wet,
undamaged from the pH
the water exhibited,
Skin the never prunes, flawless,
a body so modelesque
her natural beauty true,
and no one would believe me.

The scales on her flippers slice
each equipped, mini-blades cupped
Dainty yet deadly, shows me
hunter with survival tact,
A graceful swimmer through rough currents, comes up,
She motions me towards her
I’m tempted into the cold.

Many warned her siren song
Consciousness swallowed by her
She is lusting for more blood
half smile conniving without
hiding the rumors were true
no care for the life I’ll leave
Bury my body to sea.


A Pitcher Plant’s Meal

A floor of noodle-thin divisions of peat moss anchors a forest of rod extensions tied to dangling goblets; each with transparent skin and ruby veins branching and reaching towards the tops of the rib-like waxy brims. Inches just above is a common fly darting in clumsily drawn circles captivated by this plant. The fly lands onto the hood appendage of the plant and pivots its stubby body robotically clockwise as if it were on watch for pirates attempting to loot its bounty. The sweet nectar is in reach—the treasure! Slowly, it walks towards the brim, but it slips from the waxy ridges inside the belly. Struggling in the bulbous gastric pit, it disintegrates. A breeze jiggles this earthly vase upwards. Fanfare for a celebratory toast for the meal it captured.

okay -- I'm blown away... you have obviously had this talent stashed away somewhere safe where it has thrived and matured honeybunchesofalmond
**hollering ENCORE**

haha, i still wear my glasses on many occasions. i'm really a glasses kind-a-guy in the end lol.


heres a little poem i wrote not too long ago


Stealing glances

Stealing glances,
They’re like marvelous dances
I look but not touch
I don’t ask for too much

It’s that forbidden fruit
Its seductive root
To me it’s such a waste
To see what I can’t taste

I wonder and I wonder
As I endlessly blunder
When will I get my number?
How does it feel, that thunder…

I just stare as I stand
Make no other demand
Won’t ask for too much
For I can look, but can’t touch

well I for one think you're adorable in glasses..... and you haven't lost your touch for verse either, nice work cuppycake *kissiz*

Gus,
The beauty and art art deep inside you.
You can get me on e-mail.
There are a bunch of us over in F&G who miss you.

F&G? fries and gravy?

 

[AlmondMilk]

awww thank you Gus In a way I'm glad I took the course. There's so much to learn :3

 

[DonQuixote]

My Shih Tzu du Tylenol
Gus Gus, we love you,
One and All.

You put the Fun
in our Games
And, hun,
In that there ain't NO Shames.