Poetry Corner

[freedomtospeak]

My daddies birthday today... Eating Birthday cake which I discuss in the food section.

Poetry is my release. Heres a few poems which are featured in my Poetry And Short Stories Book Titled PERFUMED TOUNGES

Rain
As slow as rain falls
to it's slumber
The tidal of each fallen tear
rests upon my blade

Here, in the last pitter pat of time
Weave the haze of crystal dreams
Take headful pride of the momments reflection
Which rests so slumber upon my blade

Rain, Gods forgiving tears,
Cleanse thy blade of anger and blood shed
So I may break through his reflective heart
Copyright VMT
That poem is not finished yet....

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How do I put into feeling
Maybe

I want to live
amongst your words
and
gaze upon the rain in your eyes

I can't know what it is you want so quickly
and expect to be loved in a dream
Crawling mist
up and down my spine
So quickly does it come as it goes
I sleep to hear the demons laugh
To be saved by a voice with no being
Come this way
Possession takes hold of each passing tongue
Of fire ripples, trace the outline of your shadow
Cool, calm flow into the palm of your hand
Refreshing do your lips prick from forbiden fruit
My heart captured
Reflected through
a dozen broken mirrors
and expected to smile in your dark paradise

I want your love, a word to want all of me
To hear the taste you indulge upon your lips
To live in the back of your mind and posses your heart
Tender is the heart which bears the name of my Romeo
Copyright VMT

There are more... But I want more cake
So until next time.....

[hitchhiker]

Wow! those are really good! Is your book published?
Poetry is my release

writing them of course but is reading them and anilizing them a release?

[spidergoolash]

<spidey chants>

more, more, MORE http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

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"only a white man would build a fire for everyone to see."

resident spiderMOD "to know her is to FEAR her."

[JHowse]

I like those. I really like the whole imagery you created with the rain on the grass (each blade representing a person?). *snap*

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Does driving a car from Saturn make me an alien?

That which does not make me barf, makes me stronger - possum37, fugly.net guru.

[freedomtospeak]

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That tale of her eyes
passed through gossip
To see if she cries
Hurts in a way she speaks

She sees through glass hearts
tips them over with a sigh
following through her eyes

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Secrets shed from my skin
alone to fall away from
silence tempt the fools ears
for a heart to beat tears
shallow skies
empty stars
to wake up from
silence in a dream
is to fall away from being alone
in your heart

more to come....



JHowse... Blade is another word for sword..


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[Prox]

Wow those are very good . . . im looking forward to reading the rest of your stuff. Keep em commin please. http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

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Mother Should I Trust The Government - Pink Floyd

Everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon - Pink Floyd

Those times I burned my guitar it was like a sacrafice. You sacrafice the things you love. I love my guitar - Jimi Hendrix

[JHowse]

Oh, that's right....not thinking straight, today. Great poems, FTS! http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

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Does driving a car from Saturn make me an alien?

That which does not make me barf, makes me stronger - possum37, fugly.net guru.

[YesIndeed]

Good golly gosh! They're so beautiful! I love them. You've also encouraged me to leave my short verses as they are, so thanks. :)

Really though, rain is such a beautiful thing. Oh Arnold would love these!! Do you mind if I send them to him? PLEASE?!?!?!?! See Arnold loves rain! He even has the rain symbol tattooed on his back.

I really love those poems. I can really relate to them. :) Keep up the good work!

[lobo]

Do It Yourself (patchfork)
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I'll put two slices of bread side by side
With brown roundtops out
I'll put a sausage between them
It's looks like something ... I am so proud
I'll draw yellow circles on each slice
With peanut butter
I'll spead it twice
Inside and Out
Two round spots of mayonase
to each side of the sausage
To finish these eyes
I have two peas ... of course

Hey! Look! This is a butterfly!
It moves with wings
Thin graceful waist, gorgeous back
Fly butterfly, Fly
Directly to my stomach

[Chimpi]

Heh, I have a feelin' some people are going to find me demented. *shrugs* Whatever. I have a whole poem book now (not THAT big of a book, but enough). I'll only do a few.

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Betrayal bends at every door
I feel like such a ****ing bore
Sunlight doesn't come without blood
I need to puke and make it flood
Casting away my every desire
So much for ever going higher
Slitting wrists is such a waste
Must reach death in bitter haste
Leaking out through the seams
My face, it no longer gleams
**** the mortal, **** the race
Give me back my shining face
Needless to say, it is but done
When the **** can I have some fun

The Air Up There

Atop the building, high in the sky
Breathing the air, thinking to fly
Earthquakes shall roar, man what a bore
I fall down the side, onto the floor
Getting up is hard, harder than might
I can't help but feel, I can't even fight
Getting to my feet, looking up to the top
I wish to be back up, so I jump and I hop
Remaining down there, it just isn't fair
I feel so stressed, I yank out my hair
I build a great ladder, yes I do cheat
But the ladder breaks, and I fall to my feet
Others walk past, looking at me strange
What a great distance, an enormous range
Going through the building, up the stairs
Has already been done, no one really cares
Weeks turn to months, months turn to years
Climbing those stairs, its facing my fears
Strolling past memories, memories I hate
This isn't choice, this is just fate

Stuck Under Rocks

Flashing back to what I was
Seeing anything but where I am
Hope comes in many forms
Denial seems to stay forever

Echos ringing inside my head
To be true to what I want
Fight the urge to overcome
Falling back to who I am

Crushed beneath sharp rocks
Bleeding endlessly a long river
Where is the light I shall find
When will it bless upon me

Pushing the rock off my soul
Would take a much great effort
But with this weakness I feel
It seems shall never happen

Hell seems so very close
The fire burns my deepest dreams
Take me off of this train
Into the garden so bright

Trumpet

It smiles, it blares, it sounds quite unfair
Me and my trumpet make quite a nice pair
It bends, it dents, it looks quite unpleasant
It is my dear God, I am its musty peasant
It shines, it reflects, it is brightly plated
Its locked away, unopened, well gated
It whispers, it calls, it hums out some tunes
No one will steal it, not even poor goons
It treats me good, it makes me feel whole
It fell, oh no!! It fell off a pole
It’s weak, it’s broken, its mold was undone
My trumpet is gone, I am but a nun
Its memory, it fades, into the black night
I now want to die, I think I just might
I’m nothing, I’m boring, I am quite tired
My sanity, ha, what a joke, you’re fired

:D That's all for now.

[lobo]

Huh! Chimpi! That's realy cool poetry ...
May be slightly obscure ...
:beer:
I think that it is a time to start a poetry contest
For Fame, Glory and Endure ...