Poetry

[sixstringdrop]

anybody interestd in posting any peotry id like to see what some of you can come up with im sure some good shit being from the state of PA LoL even if its some hick ass shit

[BDR]

Hard to breathe, feels like floating,
So full of love, my heart's exploding,
Mouth is dry, hands are shaking,
My heart is yours, for the taking,
Acting weird, not myself,
Dancing around, like the Keebler elf,
Finally time, for this poor shlub,
To know how it feels, to fall in lub.

(Hallmark said they're interested ...)

r:>)

[sixstringdrop]

something i came up with in my spare time its called in the act


i see the face of past conflict
looking back at me so adore
i cant believe the resemblance of
how i imagined this moment as i stare
its like I've seen this all once before
imaginative quincindence or is this just reason
to see you in your display of systematically
actions that you express so bluntly as i feel like its premonition
trying to set the vibe of personal attention
leading to your demise as well as treason and misconception
seeking power to gain that must be
in order for you to invest determination and focus
your relentless in your struggle
to socialize and release what is held within
give it up youve did your best
to how these times bear false reflections
as if it didnt exist
The moment of your life when
you said that youd never do This....

[WitchChic]

Cross my heart and hope that you die

Tell me Im the only one you'll ever love...
That there is noone more beautiful than I
Tell me Im the one
And promise me fairy tale endings
Tell me more tell me more...

Tell me Im an angel from above
Without my love you would die
Tell me everything under the sun
your so good at pretending,
That I never noticed you walking out my door...

Lie after lie after lie
Ive believed them all
Cross my heart and hope that you die

Promise me forever and a day
Tell me your love for me is like no other
This time isnt the same
Theres no one like me
you never want to let me go

I will believe everything you say
I will believe Im your only lover
I will fall for your game
Blinders on I will never see
I will never know...

Lie after lie after lie
Ive believed them all
Cross my heart and hope that you die

Every time I try, its the same..
I always believe the lies
Every time its just a game...
Over and over my heart dies

Lie after lie after lie
Ive believed them all
Cross my heart and hope that you die

Michelle Tiffany 2007

[bassist_25]

Manifestation of Female Form Into Poetic Form

Enarmored by the innocent tide
Wrapped the form of her body into the form of this verse
And that all of Shakespearean lullaby have since dried
In Her sensual empiricism, I emmerse
She wandered under tears of the moon
Spinning webs from my discarded desires
But silken sorrow does not distill to bloom
And ink spilled across this canvas must be dramatized to inspire
So let a trickle of piano synergize with her mood
As I may arrange her body atop the cabinet lid
Letting the display classically objectify her poetic form in the nude
For any allegations to romantic enchantment, she has long since hid


I haven't written anything in quite a while. I really haven't had time to. I'd probably be much better at it now. I'm really not nuts about some of the lines in this poem, but I guess it's good to go back and read stuff that you've already written.

[adjusts pretenetious turtle neck sits back down with my double-shot java expresso]

[bryankish]

If any of you are interested in reading some of the poems I've been working on, a few are posted in my blog at http://www.myspace.com/bryankish

Check out "Shellfish," especially. That one made it into IUP's New Growth Arts Review for 2006.

[f.sciarrillo]

I used to write a lot at one time. I haven't done it for a while, either. I would like to get back into it. Once I find some of what I put I'll post them ..

[DirtySanchez]

I'd shit in London.
I'd shit in France.
But before I'd shit here,
I'd shit my pants.

I read it on a bathroom stall, but I believe it may be Robert Frost.

[Jason_of_soundrive]

I wrote these a few days ago... I don't care if people nesscary agree with what they say. I was trying to write pieces that people could have a lot of different reactions to. They aren't nesscarily a reflection of my own ideas/how I actually feel about these issues. I generally try to pick a character (ususally someone that I've met) and try to express their positions. In fact, the only one that is written from my own personal perspective is "The New Revealation"



Slow Action
By Jason Kish

I exist in slow motion,
In sleep deprivation,
In a hopeless empty
Moment, hiding with
Gravity, whose hands
Are clamped over my
Mouth. He has cool eyes,
Brass eyes. I long
For late nights of jazz,
To sing, to wonder.
And for fantasy, for imagination --
The marvelous girl that
Comes slowly up the stairs
For a kiss. I have a bright
Vision of peace, but no
Means of expression. There is a great
Expectation for what is
Wrong to soon be right.
I dry my eyes on the blankets.
I dry my eyes on Gloria’s hair.
The dreams are ending.
The western nations are
Raising their heads from sleep.
Nations are bleeding,
Vampires are sucking.
I hear the drums in the street,
Bombs and gun shots,
The yells of hatred, the
War-mongers, the protesters,
I hear YOU great nation.
I hear your mountains groaning,
Your fields burning. See
Distant smoke, black with oil,
Red with blood. The world
Smells fear, decay, blood!
Vehicles are crashing, the
War machine is grinding.
Uncle Sam is dieing,
Slowly, with cancer.
First a toe, than a foot, than a
leg, it goes creeping up the skin.
But, the brain is
Home, alive in a jar. We gather to
Touch it in disbelief,
Gasp like fish out of water.
This strange mass of nerves
Does not feel, care, know, see.
Our eyes, no longer sleeping,
Are staring, glued to its ugly throbbing.
They say we can’t get out,
There are consequences now.
They say war is coming. Coming here.
I am worried, uncertain,
Staring both east and west.


The New Revelation
By Jason Kish

Buildings bow at the prophet's feet.
The kingdom is destroyed by Gods of War,
By Gods of Greed. Snakes slither
Underneath the watchful Sun, no
Longer fearing the hungry firebird.
They soar from Earth like dragons
In a frenzied religious rage, zinging
Around the sky with a loud message:
"The old stories are reborn!" It was frightening.
Yes, those same stories that stirred
My heart as a child are reinvented.
My parents, childlike themselves,
Told them in a truly beautiful way.
But, there is ecstasy in the voices
From the sky like hissing, hissing, hissing,
Hate. I see a man on a hill talking down
To me from his place on the lonely,
High ground. His words are ugly.
They were the words of a machine
Fueled by fiery passion. He circled
God's forehead like those great metal
Passenger planes that tried to reach
Heaven and crashed to hell.


Sleep-ins.
By Jason Kish

When I participate in protest rallies
I often wonder if these spectacles
Are less imaginative, more tiring.
The message is lost, unoriginal.
The ground littered with dead
Soldiers who are both and neither.
People step over bodies, uncaring,
Not effected. Or they curse
Despite political affiliations.
The effort is never too great,
Sacrifices are small -- It does not
Hold up to the image of the lower,
Middle-class soldiers who are
Willing to die for their beliefs.
What a romantic image! But,
Would it be vulgar to label
Them "Radical?" Perhaps not. Not all.
Little fighting is done in new warfare.
We're now developing remote controls
and robots to replace the human.
We don't want soliders that want
More for themselves, we want those
That want more for others.
In America, more is easy to accept than
Less; the loss of blood, limbs, friends, family --
The reason citizens care by dosage --
(So, I can see how we all got here).
I wonder if we are all sleeping.
For surely, the protesters raise
In less than a single contributory hour.
Maybe that metaphor is more
Truthful than previously thought.

[UNEARTHA7XMatt]

Hey Rob isnt that from Mr. Deeds? That sounds really familiar...If not sorry dude!

[bassist4life2004]

The Long Way Out

Standing here
Out in the open, the middle of nowhere
Blind to civilization
In the middle of my thoughts
This open terrain i traveled so much
My secret sanctuary

so crowded yet i stand alone
Longing for the moment
When I can test the waters of life
Sing for me wind
Show me what i've missed so much
I guess i should find the fire on my own
The passion, the world i miss so much

I stepped out of your world
And into my own
Cant find my way out
Even though i've been shown
These places
These thoughts a thousand times
Ive been shown what this is all about
Every exit is closed
So now i'm left to take the long way out

Breathing in the intoxicating air
Its laced with your memories
Slowly killing me
Making this world seem more like a nightmare
But the clouds open up
The last light of a dying earth
So centered
Sacrifice me for the sake of your god
Upon the altar i bleed
For humanity

[BDR]

Hey Rob isnt that from Mr. Deeds? That sounds really familiar...If not sorry dude!

DING DING DING DING!!! We have a winner!

r:>)

[Baceman Spiff]

There once was a guy named Dirt.
A man of impressive girth.
If you've strife with him,
-an' this be no whim...
look out that you dont get hurt!

[DirtySanchez]

There once was a Spiff who played Bass.
He payed girls to sit on his face.
He'd buy them a shot,
and then they'd cop a squat.
But, never before he said grace.

[f.sciarrillo]

The cat sat on the mat ...