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After discussing this at some length with Milla, we've come to the agreement that it would be interesting to start a sort of mixed poetry and artwork game.

She's suggested that I post some of my poems here, and allow our artists to draw their impression of the poems.

So, read the poems, choose the ones that catch your attention, and draw them how you see them.

Post the poem title that you have chosen along with your picture when you've drawn it, and I'll try to get my brain into gear and write some more........

Till Death Do Us Part.

Promises tumble all to easily from your lips.
Vows? They cascade rapidly towards the floor.
I don't I believe you any more.

Apologies leap from you like fleas from a dog.
Regrets? Assurances from you there will be none.
I don't believe the dark has gone.

Laughter rings freakishly through the cold around us.
Happiness? A feeling long lost to the both of us.
I don't believe your theory of 'trust'.

Silence envelops me and you fade slowly.
I Swear? You said it. You swore.
I don't think I can ever believe you any more.

Shy Guy.

Are you afraid that I will blow you out?
Well, don't be.
Are you scared that I will throw you down?
Well, don't be.
Are you unsure of how I'm gonna react?
Well, don't be.
Are you worried that I'll only attack?
Well, don't be.

You can be sure of interest.
I won't converse with you in jest.
You need to have some faith in you.
I'm waiting for a guy that's true.
Although it seems I'm out of your world.
I swear I'm human, I'm only a girl.
Don't judge reaction until you've tried.
What will you gain if you simply hide?

I'm terrified of changing the way that I am.
I shouldn't be.
I'm stuck in this farce, this theatre, this sham.
I shouldn't be.
I can't seem to move and I'm dying slowly.
I shouldn't be.
I'm treated as superior, something sacred and holy.
I shouldn't be.

So walk this way, and save my life.
I've had enough of the pain and strife.
You think it's easy, I can't be myself.
I'm a painted image of everyone else.
What they see, what they know.
It's all fake and for show.
My walls are rock solid and no-one knows shit.
But behind I'm in turmoil, a true misfit.

When You Crack.

You never see it coming do you?
It encases you in grimy darkness,
It's hard to inhale,
You feel so frail,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It suffocates like a plastic bag,
Wrapped around your face,
Your heart begins to race,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It strangles your mind and soul,
Sucks out all your might,
You lose the will to fight,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
Curled up like a child on the floor,
Screams that make no sound,
You've finally hit the ground,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?

But you feel it hit.

OK, three for now, and as the impressions start coming in, I'll post some more.

Have fun guys

You know, I don't think anyone's interested......

Is there any way I can advertise better?

wow!!!!
that's awesome!!!!!
I've writen some stuff too, but not as good as that

I'll try to draw what I think of from those poems, Syren Your poetry is awesome, by the way.

OK, hope to see some impressions soon............

OMG! Syren that poem brought a tear to my eye. that poem reminded me of a time when I broke up with one of my ex-boyfriend. I was angry and I wanted to tell him off! Oh gosh, you wrote somethings I would have said to him back then. Thank you! That poem is very strong.

Thanks Xena, I'm stunned that it could move you to tears

Uh, no, Krabs, if you read the first post you'll see that this isn't the place for other ppl's poetry. You can put them in Poetical Justice, but this is for artist's impressions of my poems. Sorry mate...........

thats what i was doing...i was putting my poems so they could do that

sooo they only do impresssion of your poems...i was hoping they could do mine tooo. if not then just delete them again.

What are you doing??

READ the first post, LilKitty and I have discussed the course of action in this thread, and as LilKitty is the Forum Moderator, and as she has already deleted your poems once, I suggest you follow the instructions given to you.

This thread is a tester for the impression of poetry idea, it is specifically for my poetry, and if it works I am sure we can continue with other people's poetry. Krabs, please co-operate. Make another thread, this one has been stickied for a reason.

As Syren already pointed out, this is a tester for the impression poetry.

If this happens to work out, we'll make a big general one. For now, post your poems in the other thread.

Thank you.

I'd also just quickly like to point out that we are in no way trying to discourage you from posting your work in general, it is very good. Anything you write is perfectly welcome in the other poetry thread, as, I think, is obvious by the fact that all poets work has been left when posted.

its fine i just didnt understand

Wow, I'm surprised nobody's actually done artwork based on the poems... I have an idea for the last one you posted, I'm going to start working on it now

I have an idea for Shy Guy, but unfortuantely, I won't be able to post it when I'm done.

Too bad man, I like your work

Artistes!!!

clap Finally!!

Go for it guys, I'd love to see how people interpret my poetry, considering I can't draw to save my life

Someone likes my work, Woot! My purpose is fulfilled.

You are pretty good yourself Darth. One suggestion though, try mapping things out in a basic sketch before you draw. It will make everything more symmetrical and clean once you actually start the drawing, and your skill will improve quickly.

Thanks for the advice AF... Yeah, sometimes I do that, sometimes I don't... I'll start doing it more often

You guys just made a friend for life. Yes, I'm easy, I'm a genius

Well, I started the basic sketch, it's all mapped out and everything. I'll be working on the details tomorrow. Won't be online though.

yo AF... you think you're going to be able to find a scanner to use?

Probably not. Besides, I scrapped the first design, I'm starting over.

Ah. I actually did the same thing, started over last night... But not to worry Syren, this one is much better.

Seriously guys, this is wonderful. I was beginning to think it wouldn't work, but Milla did say to give it time winkiss

When we've had a few entries, I'll submit three more poems.......

Hey Syren... I'm going on a short trip, leaving in about two or three hours. I've almost got the drawing done, so I'll work on it while I'm gone and have it for you when I get back on Monday or Tuesday.

Excellent babes

I'm finished with "Shy Guy", unfortunately, you won't get to see it.

Well, describe it to us

Nah, seriously, you'll never be able to get it up on here?? cry

Alright, I've gotten around to scanning my drawing in. It's fairly simple, but it took some work and I'm reasonably proud of it. I didn't use any of the similies from the poem directly, but hopefully this is a fairly good representation of what you're talking about... To me the poem is about fear, and I apologize for the crappy quality, but it's the only way I could get the file small enough and have the picture a decent size

"When You Crack"

You never see it coming do you?
It encases you in grimy darkness,
It's hard to inhale,
You feel so frail,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It suffocates like a plastic bag,
Wrapped around your face,
Your heart begins to race,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It strangles your mind and soul,
Sucks out all your might,
You lose the will to fight,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
Curled up like a child on the floor,
Screams that make no sound,
You've finally hit the ground,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?

But you feel it hit.

Oh, DR, it's awesome

Absolutely fantastic, you've shown my poem from a completely different perspective, exactly as I'd hoped. The quality's fine, the picture's brilliant. I love the solidness of it, the train is an image of strength, of untouchable machinery, whilst the person portrays utter weakness, especially because they are being controlled by a 'puppeteer'. I love it!!

Thanks

Any chance of some more poetry in here?

OK, three more poems coming up;

Chosen Part 1

It feels odd, not being the other woman,
Looking out at the other woman,
Watching her struggle,
Fight with her feelings, desperation,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm the bad guy,
I don't know why,
But I know I've got to try,
Not to make the other woman,
Feel, like the other woman.


Chosen Part 2

It feels strange, becoming the shunted woman,
Looking out at the new model,
Watching her glow,
She's fighting with feelings of satisfaction,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm not good enough.
I wonder why?
Don't want to cry,
I stare, and try to work out what she's got,
That maybe I don't.
Oh, I know now,
She has him.

(I wrote these two separately, they kind of coincided with certain occurences right here on KMC, but I figured if I put them together then it would be easier for you guys to use them. Or you could even do them separately, I don't suppose it matters. Just draw them how you perceive them I guess).

Just A Phase

I rise and rub my eyes,
Another day, another chance to die.
Hope coarses through my veins,
Warms my heart, yet feels so strange.
Why do I wish for closure?
I don't understand why I'm here,
Maybe that's the reason for wanting it over.
I could help it along,
No-one would ever be any the wiser.
Like they'd notice,
A little voice in the depths of me,
Always talking, always urging,
Why do I have this other side?
'Conflicting emotions' they called it.
As far as I'm concerned,
I'm suicidal.
The sooner someone notices that,
The sooner I can get on with my life.
Instead of wanting it to come to an end.

Vampyr

Darkness alights, suffocating the skies,
Time stands still once more.
I walk alone, sounds sweep over me,
No wind, nothing touches my pale skin.
I try to recall the sun on my face,
Impossible, a far away place,
Where the warmth was once felt.
I shiver, more a reaction to lack of memory,
For I feel not a thing, clinically dead.
Eternity ahead,
I long to breathe again, to inhale the sweet aromas of life.
To taste something other than death.
Acceptance is my next step,
My fate sealed as I roam the Earth.
But I am strength personified,
For I am the undead, nor alive, it's a confusing state.
I know not what runs through my veins,
Nor do I care,
I am neither here nor there,
Always in one place and yet in another.
I walk on.........

OK guys, all done for a while

I have an idea for "Just a Phase" but just like last time, you wouldn't get to see it.

It's ok, I can imagine your skill

It's a teenage boy standing in fornt of a bathroom mirror. He has his head hung low, and the veiw is from behind. In his reflection, his medium length hair covers his eyes, and the shadow covers the rest of his face. He is leaning his weight on his arms, which are on the edge of the sink, where next to his left hand there is a trickle of blood(the only bit of color in the whole peice), and a razor.

A description is all I can give. I hope I can eventually get both 'poetry personifications' up on here.

I love how this thread has taken off,

Nice work all

cry

I had a picture of this when I wrote it, except it was a chick.........

No Longer Pure..

Against the darkest background,
Fiery red eyes lit the night.
Her body starts to tremble,
Overtaken by her fright.

A scratching noise so loud,
Scrapes at the paving stone.
Whispered words of hatred,
Reminds her she is all alone.

Clench her eyes tightly shut,
She gasps desperately for air.
And slowly as her eyes open,
She screams at the nightmare.

Blood red eyes stare at her,
Skin peeling off each second.
Boney fingers long and black,
To him they did beckon.

The clean air she once breathed,
Had turned so poisoned cold.
Eyelids fighting to stay awake,
To the devil her soul was sold.

And with his black red mouth,
He placed it to her lips.
Sucking out her pure soul,
Placing a nightmare kiss.

Black bone fingers sliding down,
Tracing her every curve.
She had become his evening meal,
To him she had been served.

Hands flitting across her thighs,
Then scraping across her ribs.
And as he ripped away the skin,
Blood drew from blood pen nibs.

In the dark of the evening night,
He left her on the floor.
Telling the cold dead body,
What she had had been so pure..

Written by Ash aka Delicious1

You guys can use this poem to draw your impressions too.

oh, this one may be my favorite so far. I have a lovely image in my head for this one.

*sniff sniff*

My lil Ash is getting the recognition she deserves for her poetry, and to think she wasn't going to bother posting any. I forced her, it was the only way

edit

I enjoy reading poetry.

Acutally, I love reading them in The Poety Thread that is already in existence.

it wasnt the greatest....

my name is Austin not Hon.

well Austin show me a better poem if you think these are all bad.

how about you use the POETRY THREAD?

That's what it was made for...

get over it

this is going to get closed or merged, so i suggest the you get over it!

i've been over it thank you very much.

horse

Stop idiot. One or two poems in this thread at a time, so people can use them to make illustrations.

Are you even suppose to be putting them in here? Only Kerry was allowed to last time i checked. Besides all of those should be in Poetical Justice

Here ya go, Silvy Tee.

I have been thinking about this one for a long time and finally got some time tonight. I hope you like it.
Peace

wow....that's good

jawdrop

I am so amazed at you guys for kicking BrownEyed's butt in my absence hug Spanks. And cheers Lil for sorting out said posts

And also, woah!!! D-Double, that pic is absolutely awesome!! Very well done

Thanks, folks. I'm glad you like it.
I had that in my head for like three weeks.... Scary, huh.
I'm relieved to get it out of there.

I plan to do another one later this week.

D-Double, would you draw your impression of this poem? It's my personal fave and I'd like to see an artist's view......

That's actually the next one I was thinking of.

It's very kool. I like it alot.

I also have an idea for "till death do us part".

....this is fun.....tee hee.........

Damn, this is actually becoming quite successful!!

NOTE TO ALL POETS; IF YOU'D LIKE TO SEE AN IMPRESSION OF YOUR POETRY, PLEASE POST YOUR WORK IN THE POETICAL JUSTICE THREAD AND STATE THAT YOU'D LIKE IT TRANSFERRED HERE. CHEERS

I finished the pencils to my rendition of "No longer pure". I was thinking of coloring it. I'm undecided though.

Post it uncoloured, then colour it and post it like that?

JJ, they're both awesome, but the first one actually made me gasp. It is so perfect, so unbelievably exact to what I was imagining when I wrote it cry Thank you.

D-double had a great idea for this, now heres mine. Do you see what you make me do.

Thank you Sy. It was fun.

very impressive guys

Great job, JJ!!
....Especially on "When you Crack". That perspective is dope...
I liked your take on "No longer Pure", too. Reminds me of some X-rated anime I saw......Just play'n. Nice work, dude.

I plan to post my version of "Vampyr" tomorrow.

Thank you. I was in an animation class supported by Warner Bros. for a little more than three years and one thing they taught us was camera angles. For When you crack i chose the high angle to show her on the floor and to be able to add objects on higher levels. The bow in her hair and the raggy bear on the bed is to refelct a time of innocence. Im glad you liked it. Also with Vampyr, i knew i wanted a pic of a dark presence on top of a headstone and the cross was just thrown in for good measure. The moon added to the background and slight up camera shot was what i think messed me up on this one. I think i may redo it. The poem seems so sad when he/she talks about not being able to be in the light of day and the pic i drew was of a evil grinning vamp so i may have to reacess myself once more. And last but not least "No longer pure". This one i wanted a female that had a youthfulness to her that would make you sad for her while at the same time invoking so much more from the male perspective. From the way the claws come up her leg and the blood coming back down, to the monsters tongue reaching to her face gives the picture a since of dread. The poem says it all "she dies" this is only ranking up to that point. Im glad ya'll liked my pictures. teeheeteehee

Here is the redo. I think this actually grabs what i think was being said in the poem.

That's a really good take on the poem but I have to admit that when writing it I was imagining a lone creature, perhaps walking down a silent street, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched against the wind, even though, theoretically, he feels no cold. The other picture I had in my mind was the same creature standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sea, with the sun just rising above the horizon, perhaps alighting upon his feet....... I wish I had the means of posting pics, actually, I wish I had the ability to draw what I imagine rather than just write

Im glad you like it/them.

Unity.

My fingers have gone numb,
They're clamped so tightly,
Entwined in yours, so close it looks like one hand.
My lips are sore,
Red and bruised, and swollen,
From where your fierce kisses have attacked.
My eyes are aching,
Tears sliding down my cheeks,
Tears of passion, pain and perfect emotion.
My voice is quiet,
I can make no sound,
Silence screams more loudly than I ever could.
But it's not a fight,
There's nothing wrong.
It feels so right,
Goes on and on, and on.
Until;
It's over, we've reached the summit, forever together.
Breathing in unison,
Staring.
In stunned appreciation of the magic we create.
Heat,
Power,
Love.

Written By Syren

Reflections

I gaze into the abyss,
Entranced by the sight, in stunned surprise.
I see skin tone,
I see flecks of colour in the eyes.
I see each tiny strand of hair,
So perfectly detailed,
And I wonder if everyone sees what I see there.
I reach up and touch my cheek,
To wipe away the glistening, salty wetness residing,
To cleanse the image,
Make it pretty,
Make it right,
To uncover whatever may be hiding.
Then I stop, and I drop,
My hand.
How can I make you understand?
It's exactly how I imagined it to be.
It's Me.

Written By Syren

Bite That Bullet

Concentrate, it's there in front of your face
Zooming towards you at lightning speeds,
Eye it, stare it out,
You've got barely a second before it slams you,
Knocks you to the floor,
Spilling your life blood, making you bleed.
Are you gonna stand there and allow it to tear through you?
I doubt it.
Bite that bullet baby.
Crush it to smithereens,
Spit it to the floor, and stand tall,
You're strength personified,
You've nothing left to cover, to hide.
Raise your face,
Take your rightful place, amongst heroes and martyrs.
Bite that bullet baby,
Grind your teeth until it tastes like sherbert,
Feel no more hurt.
Pain?
It has no necessary name, in your personal dictionary.
You're a trojan queen, you're Helen of Troy,
You're Cleopatra, screw that snake,
No-one has the right to take,
Anything from you.
Unless you give them permission.
Bite that bullet baby.
Bite that bullet.

Written By Syren

A Picture

I'm gonna draw a picture,
a picture with a twist

Instead I'll use a razor blade,
and draw it on my wrist

And as i draw this picture,
a flowing fountain will appear

And as this fountain flows,
My troubles will disappear

Written By Ash

Darkness

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness

Written By Ash

Drastic Action

Time comes for change, it's never too late,
Unless you believe that you're left to fate.
Grasping the strength to move on and grow,
Is harder than staying and not letting go.

Smiling through tears at the ones that you leave,
Whilst hiding the fact that you're dying to breathe.
Keeping your chin up, focused and steady,
While nobody knows that you're nowhere near ready.

To give up familiar, comfortable things,
To drop from the tree whilst fumbling with wings.
Widening horizons and learning to fend,
Looking out for yourself after years of pretend.

But sometimes it's needed and right now is for me,
I remind myself daily that I'll soon be free.
Refreshing a prospect, but challenging too,
But I'm strong and determined that I'll make it through.

The best thing about it is not being alone,
I lost something before, but now he's back home.
We've formed a new bond and plans for our lives,
One more passing comment; The strongest survive.

Written By Syren

That's actally what I had in mind for it as well. I don't have much time to draw recreationally anymore though...2 art classes at once is more than enough.

This was very hard for me, but i did it. My father died
11:10am Nov.22,2003 in St Lois, Missouri.
He died from cardiac arrest. His infliction was Cardio miopothy.
One of the symptoms of Cardio miopothy is Conjestive heart failure. The picture includes my dad and I in the upper right, myself from the funeral in the mid-upper left and a funerl pic of dad in the mid-right. I started off with the young man at the tombstone and then it grew from there.

I draw this not only as my take on this poem but also a dedication to my father. R.I.P.

Danny Joseph Morris Senior

Chello. Here's my take on "Vampyr".
Syren > I'm a little freak'd out at your vision of Vampyr because it was exactly what I had in my head. I mean, EXACTLY. All the way down to the hands in the pockets. The only reason I didn't draw it that way was because I didn't feel like doing a street scene with cars and buildings.....
....Please stay out of my head, ya frigg'n psychic. (j/k)
I hope you like it.

D-Double, very nice.

cry This is beautiful JJ, the dedication, the picture, everything. I especially like the centre piece, I assume it's you crouched at your father's gravestone. It's so touching and you captured the essence of not only the poem but your emotion when you lost your father. Wonderful.

I'm so glad you had the same vision as I did, I was worried that people weren't quite getting what I was trying to put across. It's great that people will draw their own personal take but it's also brill when someone sees it exactly as I did. This one is awesome, I really like your style

Im just glad i was able to do it. I didnt do much mourning for my dad until it finally hit me that i wasnt gonna see him again. I wasnt all too close to him during the last couple of months befor he died. I was only able to talk to him about two weeks befor, but he wasnt able to respond with his voice because he had tubes in his throat. Every once in a while something catches my eye and i just lose it. I hate it but it helps. I work at a cab company answering phones. When dad was alive he used to work there as well and when he would pay his cab lease, he would step in and say hi or i would go outside and bump into him and we would joke for about a minute or two. It just doesnt feel the same without him. I keep expecting for him to come by in his cab and talk but then reality sets in. I dont mean to be grim, but every now and then, someone who didnt know dad died would come by and talk about him and ask how hes doing. I try to break it easily but yanno i like a good pick at someone and tell them hes in a cemetary in Missouri. He resides at the Woodlawn Cemetray. They flip and i can almost hear dad laugh. He had a great laugh. If ya'll had a chance to talk to him ya'll would trip out. He was so funny. Anyways, Im glad ye liked it. Im proud when someone likes what I love to do.

jawdrop All I can say is you seem to handle yourself so well. I haven't experienced what you have so I won't say I understand because that would demean what you are doing here, I'll just say thankyou for sharing

You're very welcome. I'll say again.

I love what I do and enjoy it even more when others love it too. This is a privilege on my concern and Im proud to show off heehee.

That's great. You really captured the emotion. I'm sorry to hear about your father, though. If you're anything like me, you know art of any kind is the best way to work through your feelings. I hope the piece that you did helped you. Good job, man.

Syren > Thanks for the compliment. Next is "Till death do us part".

btw...I like the new ones too. You is good...

thank you and it does

Thank you my dear, I wrote these a while ago, they're all being plucked from my Poetical Justice thread. I shall be writing brand new ones in that thread some time this weekend, as soon as the inspiration hits me I can feel the urge growing so I know it'll be a productive weekend. There's a certain someone who is fast becoming my muse, and I doubt he even realises

Oooo...mystery.

I'm guess'n Moose.....

*hides* Nooooo

Canadian bacon lmao

droolio

I never tried Unsmoked Moose

lamonaughty

More poems to use for drawings.....

Vanity

The mask you wear is fading gently,
The years you've grown show evidently,
The truth concealed so eyes don't see,
Your superficial impurities.

The photograph is sepia toned,
The colours borrowed, hues on loan,
The imprint of you, depth denied,
Your gestures wanton, lost inside.

The light just makes you seem surreal,
The scars eternal, never to heal,
The features that once held you high,
Your loss of perfect symmetry.

The majesty of your beauty gone,
The shadow of what once was strong,
The piteous failure of your stem,
Your transition from us to them.

Generations passed and still,
To be as I you'd surely kill,
For my substance remains gold,
My dearest Mutti, you're naught but old.

Written by Syren

No Happy Ending

I wrote down everything that was wrong with me
Everything that had gone wrong in my life and what came to be

I wrote the truth that I had hidden inside
I wrote about it all and the reasons I lied

I realized that my life is a mess
I'm someone different unlike all the rest

I looked upon the page with hollow eyes
Realized my soul was filled with empty cries

I looked upon my arms full of scars and watched the blood run down
Filling me with screams becoming numb as the drops hit the ground

If you think this is fake and all this is untrue
Then you don't understand why I'm so unlike you

I didn't have a perfect family while I grew
You don't know the things I went threw

My step-father beat my mother like she was nothing but dirt
Then he'd turn on me filling me with so much hurt

He'd scream at us and call us words of hate
The whole time I was in a dreaming state

The tears would swell and tremble down my innocent face
While I would struggle to find a happy place

When I screamed for help no one would come to me
I was going blind and no one could see

I was filled with so much pain
Screaming in so much vain

My parents would drink away all the things that had gone wrong
But then they'd turn on me before long

They would start to hit me and start to yell
I cried my tears as I fell

No one realized that I was filled with hell
My demons laughed while they would dwell

Inside my mind would grow the fear
That I could hear death coming near

There was no help from family or anyone
They couldn't understand where I was coming from

Whenever I tried to tell somebody they would think I was fake
But they didn't realize my life was at stake

People who call me freak don't understand my pain
They don't understand how I was driven insane

Then I realize I am alone
Stuck here in this place on my own

When I try to show love for another person like me
They close their eyes and pretend they don't see

All my love was given away
But still this person has nothing to say

This person will always move on
While I realize my heart is gone

He broke the only thing I had left that was whole in me
He found breaking my heart to be easy

I feel like accepting my one true friend of death
And I realize I want to give my final breath

My wings were shattered and my fake smile was worn
My soul was burned and there was no reason to morn

I realize there's nothing to give
I realize there's no reason to live

Now I realize without defending
My life will never have a happy ending

Written by Ash

Have you ever had a story you wanted to tell
bout how your life growing up was a living hell
Bout a mother and a father who hated each other
turned you against your own father and mother
you love them both but just cant choose
for thinking the other on you might lose
how bout a fist fight at night
in front of yo 5 year old son that aint right
he was in the other room you started to stay
but the yells echoes in his brain for days
and days living this lie for years
now becoming his father is something he fears
lovin a woman who loves him the same
just made him want to change his name
in school he had friends wanted to be like them
until one hoped in the bathroom to beat on him
and then he felt like crawlin in a crack
cause another shoved a fk'n pencil in his back
until it cracked and broke the whole lead off
when he talked back everyone wanted him to be soft
he grew big and fat but that didnt change
the bullies got bigger and stronger and strange
they wanted someone different to bully their prey was me
i joined a computer class so they would let me be
i had a new small group of friends who showed me how
to make the bullies fall back without hits or pows
without a fist to shove em but a hand to love em
show them there was a lord up above em
i left school went to work lived with my dad
but something inside me was feelin bad
my mom was at home all alone
see i had left her on her own
to take care of my g'parents who fussed and fought
more hell they gave her the more hell she bought
my dad and i got into a fight
about money troubles i said Yeah right
like im gonna pay all these bills
turned to live with mom and left the hills
my dad got sick and left the state
my whole heart fell like a heavyweight
he went to the hospital and all in this quake
seems my dad died of heart break
all this hate i had inside turned into sorrow
hey anyone got a tissue to borrow?
my life expreiences made me who i am today
and i wouldnt change em in anyway
i love who i am in this home without the range
and the guy you see will never change
i'll post my pics and chat in this forum
and wont be too boring to die of bordem
this is a poem not a freestyle of smack
and its about the history of a man named Justjakk


Word life by Justjakk

Does anyone care
as I sit in my chair
trying not to cry
as I long to die

There is no hope
as I try to cope
from day to day
to my dismay

As I wonder around
with my head hung down
anger fills my viens
I try hard to grab the reigns

No one knows the pain i feel
shards of glass in my heart are real
I wear a big smile and pretend
it will all be better in the end

Untitled by Shellie

Have I Ever

Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?

Written by Ash

A STUPID LIFE

isnt it funny,
when you think about life,
the things we do,
that cause us strife.
sure there's a laugh,
but then there's a yell,
its things like these,
that put us through hell.
it could be a person,
it could be a place,
either of these,
make you go off your face.
for me it's a person,
who i love to hate,
any day,
and any date.
you call yourself a father,
but aren't you meant to try,
no matter what im feeling,
not to make me cry.
remember that day,
i told you i hate you,
beleive it or not,
but yes it is true.

Written by Misha

Evil Eyes

I'm looking around
for a way out of hell
demons over my shoulder
and reading my mail

They want to find out
what makes me tick
so their stare is there focused
finding nits to pick

Goblins grit their teeth
half grin, half grimace
this is just the beginning
and I long for that finish

But this will go on
till the day that I'm dead
cuz my brain is a b!tch
and it's all in my head

Written by Doobleve

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I miss you...
I dreamed of you last night
It was soft and quiet and peaceful
I FELT you there - knew you were with me
My heart was whole, my mind at ease.
And then I awoke...
To the emptiness that permeates my soul
The void you once filled
I can fool myself no longer
I miss you...
MY heart aches without your presence...
My existence dulled by the knowledge of what could have been, but now, never will be.
Our dream died before it even began, doomed by distance and circumstance.
I want the wounds to heal, but I can't let go.
I miss you...

Ok so it's poems you want? Let me see what I can spit out rite now off the top of my head.
Secrets

I keep everything you say
Everything you tell me
I hold it in day to day

Nothing gets said
Nothing repeated
Never forgotten
From my brain
Never deleted

These secrets I kept locked inside
So many things I have to say
But you want for me to hide

I'll keep them to myself
Or at least in a box
On a paper
Up top my shelf

These secrets will never be told
Never ever sold
No price on these words you say
I keep them every day

Tell me your secret
Trust my feature the best
I will not tell it
Unlike the rest

I have secrets too
I aint tellin You!

Tell me what you think of mine. The reason I started a new post is cuz I ran out of room so I'm sayin the rest after my poem.
And remember that is just off the top of my head so be brutal!

I liek your poem, especially the way you've portrayed the theme.

However, I'm not sure if there is a constant structure (if this is dliberate, sorry ) and I think the last line of the poem somehow changes the mood of the rest of the poem.

Originally posted by Da Moose
I miss you...
I dreamed of you last night
It was soft and quiet and peaceful
I FELT you there - knew you were with me
My heart was whole, my mind at ease.
And then I awoke...
To the emptiness that permeates my soul
The void you once filled
I can fool myself no longer
I miss you...
MY heart aches without your presence...
My existence dulled by the knowledge of what could have been, but now, never will be.
Our dream died before it even began, doomed by distance and circumstance.
I want the wounds to heal, but I can't let go.
I miss you...

This is beautiful... really well structured and the ending is perfect; it's very like my own style of writing, I tend to be quite repetetive as I feel this gives good balance to poetry. Thanks for sharing honey

Originally posted by Trickster
I think the last line of the poem somehow changes the mood of the rest of the poem.

It's supposed to do that it's a false hope, I will hold your secrets but you'll never hear mine

This thread is specifically for poems to be used by artists in order for them to produce pictures using their own reactions to the poems. If you want to post your own poetry please make yourselves a thread of your own

Nobody is reading my stuff

I'd just like to state that I am bored-out-of-my-brains from reading stuff about how bad things are all the time. People here seem to think that the only way to be creative, expressive and 'worthy' is by being morose.

Shakespeare, Keats, Joyce, Dante and Byron weren't down-in-the-dumps all the time...

Preach it!

Euripides was pretty pessimistic though, yet so good...so so sooo good.

Dikwv de douvai sophismatwv kakwv nono

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
I'd just like to state that I am bored-out-of-my-brains from reading stuff about how bad things are all the time. People here seem to think that the only way to be creative, expressive and 'worthy' is by being morose.

Shakespeare, Keats, Joyce, Dante and Byron weren't down-in-the-dumps all the time...

Good point, but surely if an individual feels the need to express themselves by being morose and depressive, then this should be respected?

I find it too hard to write seriously in rhyme. You always end up with stupid lines just so the rhyme works.

Originally posted by Syren
Good point, but surely if an individual feels the need to express themselves by being morose and depressive, then this should be respected?

Of course! But, do people really feel morose and depressed ALL THE TIME!?!?!

Word bro. Very very true, hard hittin lyricism.

Originally posted by English Moosette
Have you ever had a story you wanted to tell
bout how your life growing up was a living hell
Bout a mother and a father who hated each other
turned you against your own father and mother
you love them both but just cant choose
for thinking the other on you might lose
how bout a fist fight at night
in front of yo 5 year old son that aint right
he was in the other room you started to stay
but the yells echoes in his brain for days
and days living this lie for years
now becoming his father is something he fears
lovin a woman who loves him the same
just made him want to change his name
in school he had friends wanted to be like them
until one hoped in the bathroom to beat on him
and then he felt like crawlin in a crack
cause another shoved a fk'n pencil in his back
until it cracked and broke the whole lead off
when he talked back everyone wanted him to be soft
he grew big and fat but that didnt change
the bullies got bigger and stronger and strange
they wanted someone different to bully their prey was me
i joined a computer class so they would let me be
i had a new small group of friends who showed me how
to make the bullies fall back without hits or pows
without a fist to shove em but a hand to love em
show them there was a lord up above em
i left school went to work lived with my dad
but something inside me was feelin bad
my mom was at home all alone
see i had left her on her own
to take care of my g'parents who fussed and fought
more hell they gave her the more hell she bought
my dad and i got into a fight
about money troubles i said Yeah right
like im gonna pay all these bills
turned to live with mom and left the hills
my dad got sick and left the state
my whole heart fell like a heavyweight
he went to the hospital and all in this quake
seems my dad died of heart break
all this hate i had inside turned into sorrow
hey anyone got a tissue to borrow?
my life expreiences made me who i am today
and i wouldnt change em in anyway
i love who i am in this home without the range
and the guy you see will never change
i'll post my pics and chat in this forum
and wont be too boring to die of bordem
this is a poem not a freestyle of smack
and its about the history of a man named Justjakk


Word life by Justjakk

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Of course! But, do people really feel morose and depressed ALL THE TIME!?!?!

Nope. I don't even feel depressed most of the time, but for some reason I just wrote about depressing topics. No idea why really

Originally posted by Coldfire
Nope. I don't even feel depressed most of the time, but for some reason I just wrote about depressing topics. No idea why really

That's why I do it too - sometimes it's difficult to write happy when you're not. It's easy to write depressed stuff.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Of course! But, do people really feel morose and depressed ALL THE TIME!?!?!

No, of course not. Just because you're the Original Gummy Bear

Originally posted by Trickster
That's why I do it too - sometimes it's difficult to write happy when you're not. It's easy to write depressed stuff.


Yes, exactly right. It is easier sometimes, even though I'm not a depressed person. Got into happier poems lately though

She calls for help
And nobody listens
She gives up hope
Because nobody cares

They think they know
Why shes feeling this way
But noone understands her
Because shes hiding

Hiding behind a mask
That she wears 24/7
She tries to hide it
The pain she feels

She thinks shes a failure
And its becoming clearer
That she has no hope, no future
And lastly...nobody.

Freedom

7 months has passed us by
Many days I've made you cry
But those days are done
Even the days that were fun

Now you are free
This is the end
There is no you and me
I'm just a friend

It's great to be single
More time for me
I'm all alone
But so glad I'm free

Hide N' Seek

Let's play a game
I'll hide, you seek
It may sound lame
But dare not peek

If you look
The game will end
Play by the brook
And the riverbend

Hide wherever you want
Wherever you go
I will find you
You run too slow

Tag you're it
Now count to ten
No? You quit?
That means I WIN!

Love Is Just A Word

It has no meaning
It has no feelings
It has no pain
It's just a word

I've said it before
I'll say it again
But not to you
Because we're through

This word I say
Won't be repeated
Not tommorow or today
I just don't feel it

It has no meaning
It has no hurt
It has no feelings
It's just a word

Love is gone
Love is hurt
Love is dead
Love is just a word!

PLEASE create a thread to hold your own work, this thread is for the personification of chosen poems only.

READ the initial post to avoid confusion, thanks.

Ok, I have chosen a few more poems for our artists to use as their muse... just choose the poem you like and draw what you perceive.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Untitled

A face stained with tears and a mind clouded by fear,
The makeup runs down a shaking cheek, the blade quivers as it seeks,
Deafened ears heed not a warning cry, Once moist eyes becoming dry,
A delicate hand trembling quick, she stares at the blade, the edge, it's slick,
Trying it first on your hair, falling strands of golden fair,
Pushing towards the pulsing vein, You see an outlet for your pain,
But think now of that far away voice! It calls to you, begs a choice,
Reminding you that though Yours ends, OUR pain begins.
Your tears dry salty trails, ignoring our own new ones, our wails,
Please pause the pull of steel on flesh, reawaken your mind, see the world refreshed,
Feel again, and feel the hand, clasping your own in his, this man,
The bitter tears he weeps on you, close the wound, sew the hew,
Shatter the blade upon a touch, see this love? how deep? how much?
Not wanting anything from you but this; stay with him here, in the mist,
The moon shines again in your world dark and bleak, the light burst through, the one you seek,
Now even though he holds pain inside, he holds you closer, he's bonafide,
Rest easy in comforting arms, beating heart hear, feel no pain, no sadness, no fear.
Close tired eyes, the wound is healed, your pain soon gone, you hope sealed,
When you awake, he'll be gone, but leave you with this special song,
And when you need of his help once more, sing a line, he'll arrive like before,
A dragon swooping down from the skies, setting softly from wings on high,
You'll watch his form melt into a man, and once again, he'll hold your hand,
When this world your hearts starts to chafe, he'll be there to keep you safe.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Dance With Me

Come and join me on the dance floor,
We'll dance like we've never danced before,
Twist me, spin me, come on let's go,
Maybe even over the head stuff, just for show,
Shake that ass boy, you know you know how,
Everybody's gonna be watching us now,
With a flick of the hips I slide down low,
I see them staring at us, all in a row,
Move in a little closer, you know you want to,
It'll give me an excuse to be close and touch you,
I dunno if it's me, but the dance floor's suddenly hot,
Come on baby you can do it, hit that spot,
Faster, faster, move on time with the beat,
You're doing all right, just keep moving them feet,
As the song ends you take me for a dip,
I'm thinking that you definitely need no tip,
To attract the ladies, you did just great,
And now that the song's over I can't wait,
To dance with you again and make my heart race,
Say, would you like to come back to my place?
I could show you a few things you don't often see,
Then we'll see just how bad you can really be.


Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Frolicked Clothed, Your Lost Robe

Your slithers that cover tither
Are burning causeways down my nither
You begin to flow like a river
Will I drown to cease my shiver?

At the peak of my mounted summit
Do all fours flee and downward plummet
To the midst of your valley's strumpet
Blown, all gone, my flower trumpet!

Spent my time and my money,
Must run and leave you now, my honey
As we came, saw and made the bunny,
Bump my thing with your funny.

Good times I've had and more to follow...
So, you want me to begin again tomorrow?
In all good time, you can savour
The delicious nectar made from our labour.

Frolicked clothed, your lost robe
At the beat, my light strobes
Time to make leave the sunlight after,
Go before the dark gets darker.

Walk, now quick, fast, now slow
This way, that, which way to go?
As I turn and tumble after,
My mind flicks and remembers laughter...

Frolicked clothed, your lost robe
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe
Frolicked clothed, your lost robe.

Originally posted by CherryPop
He Calls To Me


He calls to me across the miles
Night winds carry his whispers
They float on the breeze and through my windows
Falling gently upon my ears
- Hush -
I hear him now.

He calls to me from the heavens
Glittering stars cannot compare to the sparkle of his eyes
When he looks at me, I am consumed by the fire
I see him now.

He calls to me through my dreams
Dancing together in the shadows of my sleep
Where we laugh and love once again
I am in his arms
I feel him now.

He calls to me
Every moment of every day
Distance couldn't keep us apart
When destiny drew us together
I'll hold him for eternity
As long as he keeps calling.

Originally posted by justjakk
Untitled

it sucks to be a monster. really sucks to live this way
not having someone close enough to be with day by day
you could be my friend, but that would be obsurd
one day when i lose myself you'd be the one i hurt

can i really keep on going, these words i often cry
or jump off of a building just to see if i can fly
if i fall will someone miss me? nah, i truly doubt it
i actually think im the only one who care anythin about it

did i crack you up a little are you feeling kinda sorry
this life will soon be over, so you really neednt worry
cause when you talked it made you seen a little bigger
now im sitting in my closet, about to pull the trigger.

this is not a story of sorrow, eventhough the sorrows great
we all should think real hard befor choosing such a fate
these feelings arent to linger, nor in our hearts abide
this isnt just a poem, its a note of suicide.

Come on guys, let the artists know they are needed I want to see your poetry brought to vivid life...

Well, haha I gotta say Hi! and vote one up from Bossk, aka Supernovadragon.

Originally posted by supernovadragon
Samurai
Loyal and brave
Holding his katana high
Cutting the blue sky

Got him to do a haiku, well, a simple one... but still he is growin fast! Very cool to see.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Well, haha I gotta say Hi! and vote one up from Bossk, aka Supernovadragon.

Originally posted by supernovadragon
Samurai
Loyal and brave
Holding his katana high
Cutting the blue sky

Got him to do a haiku, well, a simple one... but still he is growin fast! Very cool to see.
That he is yes

this is almost what i saw when i read dance with me by Coldfire....not my best.

Originally posted by justjakk
this is almost what i saw when i read dance with me by Coldfire....not my best.
That's pretty much what I was seein when I wrote it yes

clapping

Excellent, JJ... love your work

Ok guys, I'll be choosing another 3 poems from the multitude of threads we have, for the artists out there to choose from. You all know how this works? A little refresher;

Originally posted by Syren
After discussing this at some length with Milla, we've come to the agreement that it would be interesting to start a sort of mixed poetry and artwork game.

She's suggested that I post some of our poems here, and allow our artists to draw their impression of the poems.

So, read the poems, choose the ones that catch your attention, and draw them how you see them.

Post the poem title that you have chosen along with your picture when you've drawn it.

Originally posted by Eternal Turmoil
Demonica

Hell is where she will always reside,

With darkness she is forever allied,

A stroke of blood painted on each nail,

Her soul non-existent, her skin deathly pale,

On their knees her minions quake,

Quivering, trembling, their fear awake.

Her alliances intimidated,

Her home a crypt,

Her beverages ghastly,

And slowly sipped.

The light a repellant,

The shadows a host,

Not possibly human, improbably ghost.

By night she lies,

Waiting for a

Victim for Demonica