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tennisIlove09
Nov 13th, 2004, 09:26 PM
post some of your own work, or favorite work in this thread.

I'll go first...something from my collection

****

the weakness inside

draws me down

into a hole

surrounded by an unidentifiable commune

peace of mind

appears near,

yet out of my reach

weeping creates

the feeling of loneliness

i hear voices,

yet see no physicality

is it a dream?

is this a form of my imagination?

it appears so vividly

the smell, taste, feeling of love

is near

and i sit lost

and i thrive...die?...in my

isolation

SilK
Nov 13th, 2004, 09:34 PM
:worship:

Now you know I love this! I once started a thread like this, but it totally died out! :sad:

tennisIlove09
Nov 13th, 2004, 09:47 PM
it's up to you and I to keep this one alive babe :D

tennisIlove09
Nov 15th, 2004, 06:25 AM
bump...great job silas :p

AjdeNate!
Nov 15th, 2004, 06:43 AM
so alone in my despair
i'm only able to choke on air
without you being near
i have only my fear
of loneliness and despair
fate's cards are cruel and unfair
so i try to manage a smile
hoping that you'll be here in a little while
i've got the best laid plans for our life
for once we can just be, no strife
no suffering, no peril, no pain
just you me and the rain

AjdeNate!
Nov 15th, 2004, 06:47 AM
how can we throw away our friends?
are well all disposable people at our core?
for once i used to care
for now i have no cares
the people that used to define my life
are now no longer even just a phone call away
innaccessibility has beseiged us
waging its lonely war

Grohl
Nov 15th, 2004, 07:24 AM
one of my fave songs by muse

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

Andy_
Nov 15th, 2004, 07:32 AM
how can we throw away our friends?
are well all disposable people at our core?
for once i used to care
for now i have no cares
the people that used to define my life
are now no longer even just a phone call away
innaccessibility has beseiged us
waging its lonely war
:sad: :crying2: :bigcry: :sobbing: :tears:

bis2806
Nov 15th, 2004, 07:52 AM
Any fans of Hughes' poems? I like "Wind"

OUT!
Nov 15th, 2004, 12:35 PM
Philip Larkin (http://plagiarist.com/poetry/poets/21/) The Whitsun Weddings

That Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,
All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense
Of being in a hurry gone. We ran
Behind the backs of houses, crossed a street
Of blinding windscreens, smelt the fish-dock; thence
The river's level drifting breadth began,
Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.

All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept
For miles inland,
A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.
Wide farms went by, short-shadowed cattle, and
Canals with floatings of industrial froth;
A hothouse flashed uniquely: hedges dipped
And rose: and now and then a smell of grass
Displaced the reek of buttoned carriage-cloth
Until the next town, new and nondescript,
Approached with acres of dismantled cars.

At first, I didn't notice what a noise
The weddings made
Each station that we stopped at: sun destroys
The interest of what's happening in the shade,
And down the long cool platforms whoops and skirls
I took for porters larking with the mails,
And went on reading. Once we started, though,
We passed them, grinning and pomaded, girls
In parodies of fashion, heels and veils,
All posed irresolutely, watching us go,

As if out on the end of an event
Waving goodbye
To something that survived it. Struck, I leant
More promptly out next time, more curiously,
And saw it all again in different terms:
The fathers with broad belts under their suits
And seamy foreheads; mothers loud and fat;
An uncle shouting smut; and then the perms,
The nylon gloves and jewellery-substitutes,
The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochres that

Marked off the girls unreally from the rest.
Yes, from cafés
And banquet-halls up yards, and bunting-dressed
Coach-party annexes, the wedding-days
Were coming to an end. All down the line
Fresh couples climbed aboard: the rest stood round;
The last confetti and advice were thrown,
And, as we moved, each face seemed to define
Just what it saw departing: children frowned
At something dull; fathers had never known

Success so huge and wholly farcical;
The women shared
The secret like a happy funeral;
While girls, gripping their handbags tighter, stared
At a religious wounding. Free at last,
And loaded with the sum of all they saw,
We hurried towards London, shuffling gouts of steam.
Now fields were building-plots, and poplars cast
Long shadows over major roads, and for
Some fifty minutes, that in time would seem

Just long enough to settle hats and say
I nearly died,
A dozen marriages got under way.
They watched the landscape, sitting side by side
- An Odeon went past, a cooling tower, And
someone running up to bowl - and none
Thought of the others they would never meet
Or how their lives would all contain this hour.
I thought of London spread out in the sun,
Its postal districts packed like squares of wheat:

There we were aimed. And as we raced across
Bright knots of rail
Past standing Pullmans, walls of blackened moss
Came close, and it was nearly done, this frail
Travelling coincidence; and what it held
stood ready to be loosed with all the power
That being changed can give. We slowed again,
And as the tightened brakes took hold, there swelled
A sense of falling, like an arrow-shower
Sent out of sight, somewhere becoming rain.

tennisIlove09
Nov 15th, 2004, 06:45 PM
this one from last night at work...

***
tantalizing
the prospects
ideologies
run amok
can you hear me whisper your name?

mesmerizing
at wits end
consumers
are being consumed
can you hear me say your name?

fantasizing
your dreams
capitalism
is more than a way of life
can you hear me yell your name?

confronting
the installed belief values
maggots
are eating my soul
can you hear me scream your name?

...whispering...saying...yelling...screaming...
...whispering...saying...yelling...screaming...
...whispering...saying...yelling...screaming...

no one hears the voices inside my head

*abby*
Nov 15th, 2004, 07:16 PM
Pain

You feel so alone
Completely isolated
You feel like no-one understands
You feel like no-one cares
You keep it to yourself
All bottled up inside
But you cant
It pushes you
You need a release
Its screaming in your head
Relentless
You try drown it out
Knowing it wont work
You quench the thirst
The only way you know how
It hurts but it helps
The screaming subsides
For now.
You know it will be back
It always is
But no-one cares enough to notice
So the struggle goes on
All you need is help
Love
But you refuse to ask for it
You hate yourself
Despise yourself
Someone finds out
For a while relief
Then the prying eyes
They think they know best
They think they understand
Know the reasons
They have no idea
They make it worse
You hide from the attention
Back into the darkness
It's a vicious cycle
It begins again
You are too weak
Addicted to the pain.

AjdeNate!
Nov 15th, 2004, 08:54 PM
Is this fit of aggression all in my head?
Is it you, or me, or both who would be dead,
If I was left to my own thoughts and ways.
Noncommital as I, my mind only strays.
I can't keep the plot of my own story.
The subject matter is too sorry.

AjdeNate!
Nov 15th, 2004, 08:58 PM
A partial from something I wrote like too many years ago:

If I emulated everything you wanted me to be,
would that be good enough?
If I no longer held disdain in my heart for you,
would that be good enought?
If I no longer thought of me in terms of you,
would that be good enough?
If I no longer wanted to remember,
would that be good enough?
If I no longer hurt from the pain you caused,
would that be good enough?
If I covered the scars and meded my heart,
would that be good enough?
If I was ever good enough,
would that be good enough?