Poetry

i just wrote this a few days ago.

Ghosts
why am i still haunted by the ghosts of my long past
i guess those old memories would never fade so fast
still my heart is burning and bleeds when i do cry
its like ripping off my angel wings so i can never fly
weighing me down like a thousands stones do weigh
it carry this pain everywhere and every single day
i see it in my enemy who speaks into my ear
telling me of awful things i didn't want to hear
although at heart i feel innocent and accused
while my enemies walks away and I'm still abused.
my heart breaks with each passing moment i'm not dead
stories of the evil things are dancing in my head
i may feel that i'm over it but even still it breaks my soul
i feel like an enchanted universe with one deep black hole
i cry to show my weakness and starve to prove it more
i feel like a damn b:***: and a mother f:***:ing whore
even if i can't prove it i still believe it every single day
i silently suffer now if my own sad little way.


excuse my cussing, lol! it just rhymed perfect!

 

i wrote this after my house got destroyed by Hurricane Katrina and i had to move to Mississippi.

Due to Katrina,
with no help from FEMA,
I have lost everything,
and gained nothing,
my family, friends, and home,
altogether were thrown,
into a dark pit of despair,
where nothing but sorrow and anger fill the air,
to have things back to normal I would give,
most anything I could to live,
back the way things used to be,
before this tragedy came to be.

 

I don't write poetry myself, but I found this poetry archive site pretty amusing:

http://teenangstpoetry.blogspot.com/

It's a collection of terribly written angst-filled poems, done by various people in their teenage years. Most of it is just laughably bad.

 

You were my light in the dark.
The Star that no one could see.
You will live forever in my heart,
For you are the world to me.

And denial will be my only comfort,
Until the end of time.
I will never be yours,
But you will always be mine.



Just a little thing I wrote for someone a pretty long time ago. The rhyming words are a bit crap, but hey, I quite like it.

 

Don't Want To (largely metaphorical)


Don't want to talk about teen suicide, because it reminds me of myself. Reminds me of a better time before all of this.

Don't want to talk about the pain of others. Reminds me of the pain I have in my heart.

Don't want to talk about your pain. Reminds me the I'm the one who caused it.

Don't want to talk about me. Reminds me of how I'm the monster roaming this Earth.

Don't want to talk about you. Reminds me that you are the virtous one and I am the Devil

Don't want to talk about my friends. Reminds me of what I used to be.

Don't want to talk about women. Reminds me of love, heartbreak, and how you and I used to be.

Don't want to talk about you walking away from me. Reminds me of the knife in my heart and the poison in my soul.

Don't want to talk about your body. Reminds me of a rose-covered bed and lingerie.

Don't want to talk about freedom. Reminds me of how I caged you in my heart.

Don't want to talk about slavery. Reminds me of how I must set you free.

Don't want to talk about Life. Reminds me of how soon Death swoops in.

Don't want to talk about Death. Reminds me of how new life comes in everyday.

Don't want to talk about tomorrow. Reminds me of Carpe Diem

Don't want to talk about today. Reminds me of how to procrastinate.

Don't want to talk about history. Reminds me of mankinds' various downfalls.

Don't want to talk about current events. Reminds me of how messed up our world is today.

Don't want to talk about trust. Reminds me of how I don't trust myself.

Don't want to talk about deception. Reminds me of the kind of life I live.

Don't want to talk about light. Reminds me of all the dark spots.

Don't want to talk about dark. Reminds me of how frail light can really be.

Don't want to talk about rich. Reminds me how people die in poverty.

Don't want to talk about poor. Reminds me of the gluttony money can cause.

Don't want to talk about love. Reminds me that hate is spawned from the same place---the heart.

Don't want to talk about hate. Reminds me of how love conquers all, even hate.

Don't want to talk about reforms. Reminds me of how fickle life can be.

Don't want to talk about the old ways. Reminds me of the pain attached with them.

Don't want to talk about the past. Reminds me of all the old love and pain.

Don't want to talk about the now. Reminds me of the pain I feel now.

Don't want to talk about the future. Reminds me of how those fears engulf me.

Don't want to stay quiet. Reminds me of how unfair life is.

Don't want to talk at all. Reminds me of how words don't always work

 

This is the best I can come up with, if it's supposed to be in english.

I Am

I am lust and I am joy
I'm your maker, you're my toy
You're beneath and I'm above
I am hatred, I am love

I am true infinity
I am pure divinity
I am hope and I am lust
Compared to me mankind is dust

I'm the thoughts inside your brain
I'm the blood in every vein
I am hunger, I am thirst
I'm the last, and I was first

You're the least and I'm the most
You're my guest and I'm your host
The world itself is my own house
I'm a god, and you're a louse

I am hate and I am love
I'm the sun and moon above
There is nothing else but me
because I am all there is to be

 

I like short poems... The first one:

blank page
for all to see
for the world to fill
for life to change


the second one:

intertwining
ever changing
ever present

love

 

i wrote this to somebody as a complete mick-take lol. It is horrifically cheesey lol.
You
by Marie Hewitt.

your the batman to my robin
the thread to my bobbin
at your door i'd come a knockin
cause without you i am nothing

you the chuck to my larry
and the paul to my barry (chuckle)
its you i want to marry
and without you i can't carry
on.

your the ice cream to my cone
the cell to my phone
if i were male
you'd give me a bone(er)
(or alternatively)
your the ring to my tone
and i want you for my own

your the fish to my chips
and the sherbet to my dip
the back to my flip
you make my heart go 'bip bip'

your the robin to my hood
my body and my blood
the flower from my bud
and the trees to my wood

your the roof to my house
the cheese to my mouse
the wood to my louse
and the mother to my spouse

your the ink to my pen
the corregated iron to my den
the chicken to my hen
and the now before my then

*takes a bow*

LMAO. I still laugh every time i read it lol.
It's quite sweet in a hilariously bad way lmao.

 

On a more serious note...

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.

I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
and the seven seas go sqauwking
Like geese about the sky

The years shall run like rabbits
For in my arms i hold
the flower of the ages
and the first love of the world."

From 'As I walked out one evening' by W.H.Auden.

(it was a part of a poem he supposedly wrote about a relationship with a boyfriend...yup, he was gay )

 

The Eating Disorder

Anorexia starved me
Anorexia made me sick
Anorexia almost killed me
Yet it still gets its pick

Bulimia ate my heart out
Bulimia stole my soul
Bulimia almost killed me
Yet it still keeps it role

Overeating fattened me
overeating made me hate
Overeating almost killed me
Yet it still gets my fate

Over-exercising wrecked me
Over-exercising made me ill
Over-exercising almost killed me
Yet it still keeps my will

My eating disorder ate me
My eating disorder stole my heart
My eating disorder almost killed me
Yet it still tears me apart


i wrote this in dedication to all of those with eating disorders

 

A song of anticipation follows
black leather of footsteps
seconded by the pitter pattering
of a fist-sized machine
I am jailed by your memory
these bars of sunlight
and walls of scented smoke
and brown woods with picture frames
of evening coffee stains and cherry lipgloss
mend spaces at the back of my head
eventually, present becomes a cage
I, arrest this bird fearing fly
and longingly said to return

(I didn't write this. I'm not sure who did but it was in a music video called, "Only Reminds Me Of You") :lol: I'm still trying to understand it myself. Lol.

 

these are two that I wrote:

If I smile will you smile with me?
If I laugh will you laugh with me?
If I love will you love with me?
If I die will you live on?

and number two:

Forbidden

Lips I can never kiss
Hands I can never hold
A body I can never embrace
A person I am forbidden to love.

 

"so this week i was emited to the hospital. i couldn't possibly walk without fainting. the doctors explained it as "lack of food". i've managed to weaken my heart, destroy my kidneys, and lower my blood pressure basically to the point of death. doctors say i am a very sick girl. i say i am quite a remarkable person. hmm different desceptions, i suppose."


I read that on a myspace I found, and it inspired me to write the following:



'thin.'

"standing in front of her mirror,

she exposes her own fears.

looking at her body,

it brings her to tears.




with a lack of food,

and a lack of love for herself,

she just want's to be loved.

she just hopes to be helped.




she barely moves,

and is short of breath.

on the brink of death,

no, it's still not enough.




wanting to give up,

she won't let herself give in.

she want's to be beautiful,

she want's to be thin."

 

"More Than This":

"One pill to heal my body,

another to ease the pain.

One friend to support me,

and another to place the blame.



Excuses used to get what i want,

placed upon the ones i used to put you at ease.

One hit to supress the anger,

and another to release the pain.



I know i should be grateful,

but the things i've seen are too great.

I know that i deserve better,

but i feel that it's just too late.



One drink as i remember my life,

and a few more to forget.

An ounce of truth placed upon my words,

disguised by all the lies.



I know i should be grateful,

but the things i've seen are too great.

I know that i deserve better,

but i feel that it's just too late.



I'm going to carry on,

as i continue to believe in fate.



I want to be more than all of this,

i just need the courage to get out.

I'm trying so hard to keep my head up,

but i'm filled with all this doubt."

 

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone

 

I did a course in creative writing a while back which was taught by two performance poets. One of them wrote a wonderful rambling piece about being on a siberian milk train, travelling to his next destination. Sadly, it doesn't work written down because it needs three people to tell it; both the poets who taught me, and a didgeridoo player, because while Andy says the poem, the other two are together simulating the noise and rhythm of the train.

 

I posted this in my blog a couple of weeks back...

These cold, metal chains.
Wrapped around me so tight,
keeping my pain locked away.

So many voices in my head,
The positive ones try to say I'll be ok,
But the negative ones torture them.
The constant screams inside my head drive me insane.

I try to break free.
But I'm trapped inside these chains,
Putting on a happy exterior,
While on the inside the nightmare continues.

 

I can't read this one without getting chills... it is by far my favourite (not that I'm familiar with much poetry): http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2030.html

And this one (which I knew YEARS before they used it in a recent Heroes episode):

http://www.mcabee.org/~lcm/lines/slouch.html

and there's nothing quite as evocatively bleak as Sylvia Plath:

http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=356

 

I'm no writer, but I read this poem years ago as part of my Leaving Cert English course and it just stuck with me. (it's by Emily Dickinson)

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.