Anyway.. here's one of mine:

I know have known love
but has love known me
I gave her my heat
but all it did was bleed

I loved that girl
with all my might
and did all I could
to make it right

how was I to know
that I was under a spell
that no matter how hard I tried
it would all go to hell

I tried to help
and was labeled a liar
out of the frying pan
and into the fire

we never did agree
or see things eye to eye
but I wasn't trying to argue
I just wanted to know why

we built this relationship
up from the ground
what caused it to fall,
to come tumbling down?

You have told me
what you want me to do
but I can't do it
if I don't have you

without you
I'm not whole
I don't want to rule you
I don't want control

I want to fix myself
to become a better person
I cannot allow
the pain to worsen

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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Untitled (I rise again)
My mind is racing
my heart stands still
I've had enough
I've had my fill

You took away
nothing fills that void
I cannot hear you
its all just noise

The pain you caused me
I cannot repair
I see nothing
and yet I stare

Total forgivness
was never mine
I still carry your torment
scratching my mind

scratching, scratching
digging through
all this pain
it comes from you

To err is human
to forgive divine
because of you
my light does not shine

I've tried to show you
the pain inside
but when I come near you
you run, and hide

Your twisted pleasure
was my pain
it lingers in my head
it rots my brain

Because of all this
I cannot trust
I refuse to love
though I know I must

Yet from the ashes
I will rise
like the phoenix
who still flies

I will not allow
this pain to stay
I will push it down
and throw it away

And once again
my heart will shine
I will show her love
and make her mine

So the pain you caused me
was in vain
because like the fire bird
I rise again

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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"The Lost Love" by Joshua Keeler

I’ve opened wide the window
But can’t unlock the door
And I can’t escape the feeling
This has happened once before

If there’s a reason for my life
I wish you’d let me see
‘Cause I can’t shake this depression
That’s taken hold of me.

The lights are all turned on
Yet still the room is dim,
I’m here in the corner
But you’re still there with him

Oh, it’s killing me to know
That you’ll never feel this way
When every time I see you
All else fades away

Just one glance from you
Would make this pain go away
Just one word from you
And I could face another day

Why has life chosen this path
For me to walk upon?
Why must I do what is right
When my heart tells me its wrong?

[Dreams - life - the feeling of the moment]
Mindless nothing
Sweet romance
Empty cling
Hipnotic Dance
No reality
Beautiful lips
No trace of sanity
Those unforgiving hips
The dark of day
The light of night
My mind to fray
Fanciful flight
~Anztac

Second one:

[Depression]
It comes in overpowering waves,
Relentless, never ceasing, no escape.
It rises and falls like the tide,
But alas it never leaves.
It pushes on me from all sides
And suffocates me when I’m deep.

Sometimes I can’t see the light
And all I can feel is its presence in all directions.
I find in those times I cannot sleep
And even when I think I’ve left it
I can still feel the vast unyielding waves
Ever beating on my soul.

Depression can be like an ocean,
But when I think of you I’m free of despair
And so I stop struggling.
When I’ve waken I find that it was just a dream
And so I find myself deeper
In the dark deep blue of the endless ocean.
~Anztac

Yeah, neither is very long, but hey, I've never really tryed at writting poetry, this is just how I felt.

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~Anztac [ Pertinaciously disconsolate ]

This message has been edited by DeadAnztac on November 06, 2001 at 08:53 PM

LiNeY: especially nice work on Ophelia. Not many 16-year-olds that I know tackle Shakespeare

Hellraiser: very lyric...ever thought of putting music to it?

Anztac: heh...unforgiving hips...amen. Also, I don't think "trying" to write poetry ever really yields anything worth writing. Good poetry, music, really all art, comes from what the artist feels.

caseman: definitely emotional, but have you ever thought of venturing outside of the "rhyming couplets" mode? You can sometimes get more emotional power when you're not limited to rhymes, and also some people dismiss the rhyming couplets as not "real" poetry.

edit: yep, another stupid edit. Why? Because I'm stupid. (Sorry LiNeY, my brain is fried from school)
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Give me ambiguity or give me something else...

This message has been edited by Beldurin on November 07, 2001 at 08:09 PM

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Originally posted by Beldurin:
Nikita: especially nice work on Ophelia. Not many 16-year-olds that I know tackle Shakespeare

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Surely you mean LiNeY, right?

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Originally posted by Beldurin:
Hellraiser: very lyric...ever thought of putting music to it?

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Actually, yes I have. I have rewritten lots of songs with words that express my feeling, and I often incorporate rhythm in my poetry, taking care to keep the same accents and the same number of sylables for alternate or adjacent lines. After writing this piece, I have been working on a melody for it, but haven't completed it as I usually get depressed again when I read it.

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Old farts never die, they just get blown away.

This message has been edited by Hellraiser on November 08, 2001 at 04:11 AM

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Originally posted by Beldurin:

caseman: definitely emotional, but have you ever thought of venturing outside of the "rhyming couplets" mode? You can sometimes get more emotional power when you're not limited to rhymes, and also some people dismiss the rhyming couplets as not "real" poetry.

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I have, but all my poetry is usually spur of the moment. I just like to express my ideas in some sort of limited format. It probably also comes from a long background in rap music. Most of the time I don't even try to write poetry, I just don't have the inspiration. Every once in a while something like the recent events happens, and I have to find some way to epxress myself. Couplet poetry is my only real release. Any suggestions on other ways of writing would be appreciated.

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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I'll post some of my stuff here, though it's a bit old. I wrote this when I was 16 or something like that and I probably wouldn't write it like this if I were to write it now... but I haven't written any poetry since then (except crappy one for German class or mock poems about my teachers ), so this will have to do.

Ophelia

Accident, they call it
For suicide is not a nice term to employ,
Talking about a girl of sixteen years –
You fell into the stream and couldn’t swim
And we can never say that he or anyone else
Murdered you

Crazy, they whisper,
In your mind’s night you didn’t know what you did
Or what to do, so you plunged into the water
Perhaps they could have saved you if they’d tried
They didn’t, but nevertheless it was all
Your fault

Flowers, they say
For a King and a Queen and a Brother
A perfect virgin, a nice young lady
And so pretty when the flowers floated ‘round her in the river
What a pity that she had to die
So young

But they won’t say
That the secret autopsy that never was published
Proved clearly that you didn’t drown in that river
But died of your heart that was stabbed by a floret
That had stuck in a curtain of lies and false
Pretentions

But anyway, they decide
It was your decision and nobody’s fault
Or really just an accident, who will ever know?
So they’ll bury you and shed tears for the poor drowned child
And Rosenkrantz and Gueldenstern will believe or at least
Make believe

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Drink oblivion with the morning dew’s ghosts
The blood cocktail drips from the rising sun
Before you wake up in a pool of light
Cruelly sober after dark wine’s night

Let flow the words with the tide of darkness
For tenderness hurts when the curtain is drawn
The whisper that seemed a night’s child’s prayer
Is a naked war cry in the jungle of light

Forget the road that you roamed with the shadows
For the light will show it leads only to dust
The ocean you were eternally sailing
Is not even a tear that was honestly shed

I won’t ask, I won’t cry, and I’ve already washed out
The stains that were left from your kiss on my hands
I will bathe my lips in the first glance of daylight
Drink oblivion, my darling, or else you will cry

As I said... I wrote this stuff when I was 16... and at age 16 I was pretty stupid!

This message has been edited by LiNeY on November 07, 2001 at 01:28 PM

Glow against my face with a slick touch.
My clicks and clacks aren't enough.
They're never enough for freedom,
And for the silent stare of floresent vapor.

Reach to me with plush allibies,
And memories forgotten at the breath of dawn.

Taunt your strobing green taunts.
I feel your flowing dusty breath on my neck.
And I 0wnz j00.

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"Put the cheese on my bum." -Tom Green
-PersonGuy

This message has been edited by Kyematimmo on November 18, 2001 at 06:14 AM