| poems that YOU wrote........The Ordinary Guy
Posted: 1/24/2006 9:14:46 PM | he spends a lot of time in front of the tv
wish's he could afford a rv
could lose a few pounds
occasionally has one to many rounds
he is called a teddy bear
doe's his best to stay off welfare
works from 9 to 5 pretty steady
always ready for a plate of spaghetti
some times can't always get it right first try
should read the directions more,or even ask why
no longer makes the girls sigh
but won't make any cry
not a james bond not into spying
sooner play poker and let his face do the lying
he is generally kind
and in the best way refined
I figure it's better to be the ordinary guy
because in him you can rely
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Posted: 1/25/2006 6:53:06 PM | Come and Play:
Come with me down to the railway station
We'll hop the trains like when we were young
Pick some berries along the train tracks
And ride our bicycles in the sun
I still remember those lazy summers
Skinny-dipping in the lake
Going fishing along the rocks
And the tree forts that we made
Those lazy days of carefree living
To this day remain alive
And while I live upon this earth
Those lazy days will survive
So come with me and forget your worries
The sun is shining, summer's on it's way
The snow is gone and the grass is green
And I love you, won't you come and play | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 6:58:41 PM |
I write
and I write poetry
and am quite good
but am not posting any of my poetry that is not copyrighted on a forum
shrugs
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I used to write a lot of short stories, and from what I understand, all of your poetry, and all other creative works for that matter, are copyrighted the moment you create them. | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 7:00:50 PM | Dreaming of Escape:
The dark grey mountains rise
Covered with thick cloud
The forest is spread across the land
Like a casually thrown rug
It is thick with shadows
Cut through by water
The moon is full
It throws light and shadow
In a chaotic pattern
I can hear a soft pattering
I'd like to think of it as running animals
But it's probably rain
The world is richly beautiful
And incredibly surreal
And when I awake, I can see
The light of the deli across the street
Shining on my cracked ceiling
I'm too lethargic to sigh. | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 7:11:34 PM | This is an old one... after I stopped hitchhiking, I lost my wallet, money, identification and possessions and it took me over a month to get a job and get off the street. I was determined to make it on my own, slept on the streets with one eye open and a stick in my hand, did temp labour jobs and whatever else I could find to earn the money I needed. Anyways, everywhere I went looking for some help getting a job, ie opportunities, a mailing address, a phone number, etc, no one wanted to encourage me to succeed or help me to do so, all they wanted to do was get me into "the system" and throw some unearned money at me. This poem was inspired by that experience.
Charity:
No! Don't help me!
Don't touch me
I'm caught and you're pushing me in
The web of lethargy
It's as intangible as lies
Cold and hard as truth
It's fashioned by society
And maintained by me
I picked up cigarettes off the ground
And it seemed so normal
I'm getting wrapped
Damn your charity!
I work when I can
I sleep indoors when I can
But I don't let myself ask
Charity holds out its hand
Wrapped in a barbed wire glove
Please, don't touch me
I'll have to gnaw my leg off to escape
I don't think I have the courage anymore
The times when I hate my reflection
Come less often everyday
Somehow the scariest thing
Is that it doesn't scare me much.
Is this how a maniac feels
Just before he snaps? | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 7:14:30 PM | Wednesday, your poems rock my world!
Can I join the band?  | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 3:57:58 PM | On Invitation of a Stranger
You say you don't want me to visit
Like this anymore
I don't believe you
So I call a cab.
To come see you.
I'ts Almost 4 am.
Your door is open
Room is dark.
You're already in bed.
You pull me on top of you.
"Thank you, thank you," you say.
I try to kiss you,
It's thwarted.
You handle me roughly
Like you're pretending
As if you're not who you are
Like I'm not who I am.
I'm the girl who plays with your curls
The girl who fancies your lips.
I'm not the girl
At every bar.
In our taunted texts
I stalked you sweetly in this city
I gave you all I had left
All I'd saved,
Now I'm empty.
I see you again,
You've forgotten how many times now
And Re-introduce me to your friend.
You don't remember
All your nights have run together
All the girls.
They like your car, your tower.
My pain,
Lies in avoiding you
Out of necessity.
Each message you send
Unanswered,
I cower.
I read :
"Are you mad?"
I'm not.
I'm empty.
and I miss you.
I just can't tell you.
No longer your 'pleasant face'.
Now You refer to me like the others.
I just wanted to learn something from you
Besides all of this. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2006 6:23:34 AM | It's been several months, and I still think of you
You're trouble, and when you sent me away
It was a kindness I didn't understand
You are not the one for me
Yet I cannot remove you from my mind
I'm so different because I met you
Is it because you're something special
Or that you just happened to be there
At just the right time
When I needed someone like you
In my efforts to re-invent myself
I had stripped everything away to the bone
And started afresh with a clean slate
Looking to the tastes of others
I remade myself in the image of a magazine cover
And hid away everything that made me strange and unique
Boring, conventional, superficial women
They were all interested, all looking
My life was full of new toys
Then you made everything different
You were never an identical toy on a shelf
You were a vibrant, crazy, beautiful woman
A rose in a field of daisies
You loved the remnants of the wild old me
And hated the magazine cover that had enveloped them
You celebrated the strange that I've been taught to hide
And made me realize how boring I'd become
By the time your lessons had been learned
You were already gone
And I know that if you saw me now
In your arrogance you would think I had changed for you
And reject me out of hand as though I was stuck in amber
You will never know how much you inspired me
That I loved you for the brilliance of your crazy ideas
That I never surrendered myself to be who you wanted
But rather stole what I loved the most
Grew into it, adapted it
Made it my own
And loved you for the gifts
That have made me grow so much
We only had a few short weeks
And I will never see you again
But for all the years to come, I will remember you
Time will not erase the changes you wrought in me
Your very existance in this world has enriched my life
And I am a better person for it
Thank you from the bottom of my heart | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 8:35:20 AM | I sit alone, as I have for years.
Brush away fallen memories, and fallen tears.
Watching a bird swoop and land.
Wishing, and hoping for your reaching hand.
Lonely nights, in lonely bars.
A lifetime of shame, and hidden scars.
Awakening on a cold December night.
Finally overcoming this endless fight.
I am free of the broken life I've led.
I am free of the broken life I've led. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 8:41:37 AM | I love, then i love some more.
After loving, i have something to eat.
then i love so more
I go to sleep, awake to you
I love some more. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 9:28:53 AM | I haven’t written any poems in a really long time but I used to be quite the bathroom graffiti poet in my younger years if I do say myself. Here is the only one I can remember…
Sitting in the bathroom, reading the walls
Having a shyte and having a ball
Then I read Nikki called me a slut
I wiped my ass and kicked her butt. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 12:22:31 PM | I thought it was Tammy!?!...or was in Nikki??..whoever it was, she's a hoe
Polly kicked some ass
Some b**ch in her class
If I were to say
She makes our day
Such a fine lass | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 1:54:31 PM | This one is called "The Beach"
She stands alone on the beach
It reminds her of him
The spark inside her
Is slowly getting dim
As the pain in her heart
Grows everyday
She convinces herself
That there is no other way
She sits on the beach
And thinks of the times that they had
She hardly knows him
But she can’t help being sad
She thinks of how
They walked on the sand
Gazed at the stars
And held each others hand
He promised her the world
And his heart to keep
Thinking of his lies
Makes her start to weep
Her heart grows dark
Tears run down her face
The only thing she longs for
Is to feel his warm embrace
Have his arms around her
And whisper in her ear
“I will always love you
And will always be near”
But this feeling inside her
He will never know
The broken heart
She can never show
Without his love
She cannot survive
She’s lost the reason
She had to stay alive
She takes one last look
At his picture in her hand
Picks up a stick
And writes in the sand
“ Please forgive me
Its what I had to do
Don’t forget me
And the love I had for you”
She knows that to him
Love is just a game
But with her last breath
She says his name.
GENUINE LOVE
The moon shines bright
The Stars glitter up above
You look at me and smile
I can feel your warmth.
The night goes on
The Bottles get empty
This Genuine love
Lasts only one night.
The Potion wears off
Your warmth fades away
We return to ourselves
As night turns to day.
DREAMLAND
Dreams, The only place I can be
Away from reality, my heart is free
To fly, no more burden to weigh it down
No more heartache, sorrow, no tears can be found
I can feel love, be happy, be glad
In Dreamland, there is no need to be sad!
But when I awake, I will face my fears
A heart that wouldn’t mend in a million years
A life where I am always reminded of pain
A burden that just won’t let me stay sane
The voices, little devils inside of my head
Say it would be better, if I were dead
But if I can endure this for just a day more
Tonight, close my eyes and open the door
To a land where we can be happy together
Maybe tonight, I’ll stay in Dreamland forever
and those are basically the only poems I have ever written :) | |
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Posted: 7/25/2006 8:10:35 PM | oops..i guess i bumped this by mistake for no reason...
SORRY!!! | |
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Posted: 7/25/2006 8:19:49 PM | Like a rose dying ,my petals break,
Into unreal illusions ,that can seem fake,
Past the red fire and onto the blue mountain,
where the heart of love lays ,needing to be tamed,
So big and strong it cant be framed.
So onto the vally of hope and down the road of sorrow,
If i give you my new heart? ,will i ever see tomorrow?,
Rain falls to the ground ,without the drops making a sound.
Time is against us ,you shouldnt betray trust ,
run to the hiding spot if you must,
under the fear ,that maybe you dont care ,
My heart seems to tear ..apart ,my thoughts turn to dark.
At the end it breaks ,because of many mistakes ,
questions asked ,answers masked ,will we ever learn from our past? | |
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Posted: 7/26/2006 7:41:03 AM | Heh... cool, my old posts from before I left the pond for a time.
Kubla Khan is me.
Here's an old one that I wrote for a woman I cared about while I was hitchhiking across Canada.
Vivid:
I stand atop the mountains peak
Staring in rapturous wonder
At the majestic beauty below
I wish you were here
Sharing it with me
Drinking deep of it's romance
I sigh, and turn away in lonely melancholy
I lay me to sleep, pillow my head with my shirt
It still bears the memory of your skin
Memories fill my head and pillow my sould
You feel so soft and warm in my arms
You kiss me to heaven and greet me there
With bright eye and fiery hair
A smile and a growl
And when vivid memories fade
I miss you. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2006 7:46:43 AM | Reposted from the "Poems and Quotes" section:
Who am I?
I am a thing that can be described by words, but the definition of what I am cannot be contained within them.
I am the voice in my head that constantly speaks to me.
I am the one that listens to the voice in my head.
I am the one that sits to the side and observes these two. I am the one that recognizes their existance.
I am a flesh and blood human being.
I am everything I have decided that I should be.
I am the perfect being that I would be if I lived in what I know the perfect world to be.
Like everyone else, I am the embodiment of every terrible sin that I hate. That is why I hate them and call them sins.
I am the facet of myself that you are prepared to accept.
I am the facet of myself that my environment has stipulated that I should be.
I am a collection of facets reaching backwards through my life to the time of my birth.
I am only here for a little while, and there is far, far more to see and do than I shall ever have the opportunty to experience.
I am making the most of it. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2006 7:15:31 PM | Repost as well....see if anyone enjoys it...ahahha or at least understands it :)
Where would I be without you? Where am I with you? Why do i hurt others to be with you? Why do I hurt myself to be with you? Can you touch my face? Can you hold me close? Can you call me love?
All these questions in my head, you cause so many questions but yet I can't stop being drawn to you. Everything about you makes me question everything i already know.
I want you to be that person, you know, the one who make's me feel like woman, who makes me feel alive. I don't know if they exist, sometimes i don't know if I exist. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2006 6:25:45 AM | Like a bird that flies high into the sky. Your spirit makes me want to soar.
Listening to your words as you speak, i often find myself wanting more.
I hope you never come down and you continue to glide.
So when i find myself sad i will use you as my guide.
I'll remember how and what you are and why i like being your friend.
Theres nothing in ones life, that they could want more. Than spending it with a friend, until the end.
So it begins................................. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2006 11:39:50 AM | The waves of pain crash inside my head
I struggle to stay afloat and not drown
I find it more and more difficult to fight it
And find myself sinking once again to the bottom
I already purged my soul
My whole being, everything I was
It's still not good enough
Never was and never will be
Now I am nothing but a body with an empty mind
A broken heart and black soul
But that is still not enough
You still want more
I look at old pictures
Ones I'd rather burn from my mind
I'm sitting on your lap
Like any daddy's little girl
Oh, the things you taught me
Not to ride a bike, not to tie my shoelaces
But rather to hate myself and feel the shame
I have done that as I'd do anything for you
It's still not enough
The only thing left is to kill me altogether
To get out of your life for good, as you want
Let's see if 40 Gravol can finish the job | |
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Posted: 7/27/2006 1:48:02 PM | Yikes Shauna, that is one sad and depressing poem. Can we now have a cheery one from you?  | |
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Posted: 8/2/2006 5:10:05 PM | In your tower;
do you sleep?
while I seek solace
between your sheets.
this is part of an older one.
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Posted: 8/2/2006 5:32:52 PM | Lyrics from a song (and I use the term loosely) I made up on the fly one day while jamming with my buddies.
Background: The day before, I was following a friend of mine back to the movers to return the truck, and a seagull came swooping down out of the sky and flew in front of the corner of the moving truck. It exploded into an 8 foot cloud of feathers and blood, and little bits landed on the hood of my jeep. This is an ode to that seagull.
Seagull
I saw a bird explode today
Poof!
It just exploded Bang! into a cloud
Of feathers
I had giblets on my hood
Poof!
This is how
I want to go
Soaring through the sky
So high
Just like nothing can touch me
At all
Then Poof!
I'm giblets on someones hood
On someones hood
Giblets
Seagulls are not very intelligent
Creatures
Damn that was cool
I'd never seen anything explode
Like that before
I'd always imagined
That it would look like when a bird hits your picture window
And falls stunned to the ground
But no-ooo
That thing ****ing exploded
I couldn't believe it
It was, it was...
It was ****in crazy!
-=Interlude=-
Giblets
I like giblets
It's fun to say
Giblets
Try it
See if you can say it three times really fast
Giblets giblets giblets
On my hood
I have a seagull
He landed there one day
Someday I'm going to wash my car
And then he will go away
Down the drain
Send that seagull down to the fishes
I wonder if they will appreciate
The irony
I wonder if that little **stard
Ate their family
I've got a seagull
On my hood
He landed there one day
One day I will wash my car
And he will go away
Go down the drain
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Posted: 8/2/2006 6:21:39 PM | Another jam song:
Drunk Tonight
Getting drunk tonight
Little bit of a slob tonight
Little bit of a
Blob tonight
I'm getting drunk tonight
I'm getting drunk tonight
Falling on myself
I spilled my drink
I'm getting drunk
I'm getting drunk tonight
It seems like a good idea right now
If I get to think of anything at all
I'm getting drunk tonight
Getting drunk tonight
I'm getting drunk tonight
I need
Another beer
Bring me two
And scotch, too
And two
For you
I'm getting drunk tonight
Ahhhh
Falling on myself I spilled my drink I need another
I'm drunk tonight
I'm drunk tonight
I spilled my beer I need another
Bring me two
And scotch, too
Two for you
I'm drunk tonight
Falling on myself I spilled my drink
I'm broke
I'm so drunk tonight
Why I have to go?
I don't... I don't know...
I.. don't know anything
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