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Ok, I had to make a new thread specifically for my own poems due to the additions to my previous one. Most of you have already seen them but I will be adding many more as time passes

"I'm on blue, I'm on black,
Hell, I'm even on crack!
I'm on Acid, I'm stoned,
I don't like being alone........
I'm saying a Prayer,
Coz there's apples everywhere,
Oh dear, KMC,
What have you done to me?

Raz is a Drug Lord,
And the Mods are his Runners,
I'm addicted, never bored,
Coz nowhere's as fun as,
This place, got me crying whenever I'm away,
But once I sit down, type, chat and play,
I feel almost complete,
Just one thing I need,
Different colours, sod Default,
And a Phat bag of weed!"


It was in answer to Milla telling me about the different colour schemes you can have on KMC, the way you view it etc.

She said that the green one (not here anymore) had apples on it, making her think of LSD.....

So, I wrote the first thing that popped into my head, as per usual

Chosen

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.

A Gentle Warning

Violence is not the answer, I've been told,
But I didn't ask a question.
Violence will only bring regret, they say,
But I felt only satisfaction.
Violence doesn't solve a thing, I hear,
But I didn't need a solution.
When will people realise,
Their opinions are not welcome,
And stay the hell away?
Violence may be the only thing I have left.

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.

Perception

I see you looking,
Staring at me, judging, making your mind up.
I see you frowning,
Answering your own questions, quietly, muttering to yourself.
I see you nodding,
Figuring out theories about me, theories you will share.
I see you smiling,
Imagining a reaction of one of your friends, when you do so.
I see you laughing,
Having told above friend, above theory, about me.
Then,
I see you falling,
I see you screaming,
I see you choking,
I see you truly had no idea at all.

Searching

I look for you constantly,
Consciously and subconsciously,
It's like I'm on Automatic pilot now,
My eyes flicker upwards towards the little red "1",
Sometimes it's a "2", but lately, I don't know why,
But it's always a little grey "0".
It saddens me, feels like something's missing,
I guess I just started to take it for granted that it would be there,
That little red number, flashing at me,
Sometimes I ignored it, I knew it would still be there,
For when I was ready,
Ready to take notice of it's efforts,
It's efforts at letting me know you were anxiously awaiting my reply.
I suppose you could say I became neglectful,
But you made it so easy, for me to be me,
You made it so simple, always there,
Like that little red number.
Now you're gone,
And I wonder why,
And I raise my eyes, still looking for that flashing red "1".
But it's gone.

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.

Get Over It

You've said all you can and you're still at square one,
Does that tell you nothing?
You've made me feel like a spare part, an accesory,
Do you realise how much that hurts?
You've forced yourself in like a square peg, in a round hole,
You dont fit. Stop it.
You need to step back, before this turns ugly,
Don't you understand? Can't you comprehend?
Get out! Leave him! Let go!
Honey,
Get over it.

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.

Snowflakes

Delicate and beautiful,
they float from the sky,
Gently landing on my face.
They melt away so quickly,
I almost miss them,
They're gone without a trace.
Each one different to the last,
Not one the same,
Toward the ground they race.
I look around me,
Everyone's enraptured, like me,
But I still feel cold and out of place.

Rage

I feel it forcing itself through me,
It spills from every crevice,
Overflowing,
Like a waterfall.
But not peacefully,
There is no peace,
It oozes from me,
I'm in constant agony,
And when I break,
It screams it's way out of my withered body.

Forest

So many varied kinds,
All individual in their own special ways.
Kind of reminds me of something my mum said,
When I was young,
Worried about how different I felt.
"Our differences are what makes us who we are".
I was made to feel shame,
I was never the same,
I was the odd one out, every time, the outcast.
Do you think the trees feel like that?

Broken

My heart hangs by a tiny thread,
Swinging in the wake of your love.
It's cold, oh so cold,
I watch as the last droplets of emotion seep to the floor,
I'm dry now, numb.
I don't feel much though,
So don't be sad,
You did nothing wrong,
It was my foolish notions of perfect bliss,
That left me here,
Not you.
It was never you.
How can I possible lay the blame on someone so beautiful,
After sharing something so beautiful.
I'm honoured to have been a part of us,
And that will remain with me,
Until the day I die.
The day I join my heart,
And my soul,
In terrible loneliness.
It's fate.

The Truth

It's not as easy as it seems to write,
But it's easier than breaking down.
The time it takes to release words on paper,
Is a perfect replacement for cracking up.
I swear, this right here?
It's not talent,
It takes no skill,
All it takes is the knowledge that if I don't,
I'll collapse.
And I don't want to collapse,
I don't want to break,
I don't want to crack.
The words that appear when I open my mind,
They're the links that join me to reality.
I'd rather be here,
Doing this,
Than all the way down there,
Doing that.
And you know what that is.
We all know what that is.

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.

Truth

It's difficult to find and easy to hide,
But it's pure and it's beautiful, comes from inside,
Shines like the sun, glows in dark places,
It can be read from movements on faces.
It makes you feel special when shared by a friend,
It's all that is left when we come to the end,
It can also be kept back and hidden it's true,
If you treat me honestly, I'll not lie to you.
I've nothing within me that I cannot share,
There's not one thing out there that I would compare,
To truth, in it's glory, it's totally pure,
Unfortunately people can never be sure.
Lies are so close to the truth, it's not easy,
To distinguish between, so you better believe me,
When I tell you I'm balancing here on the line,
Between truth and dishonesty, for the rest of time.

The Birth of the G Club

You were not here in the Beginning.

In the Beginning there were women.
Women who were not afraid to strip,
Women who loved to wind and grind.

In the Beginning there were men.
Men who were not afraid to get drunk,
Men who loved to flash their cash.

In the Beginning there was Syren.
Creator of Heat.
Stylist for Nudity.

In the Beginning was a Dance Club to be proud of.

Sweet Anticipation

My tummy tumbles and twists itself into knots,
Butterflies?
More like worms, spaghettied together.
Sickness sweeps over me,
A cold sweat engulfs me, surrounding me in a clammy bubble.
I fight to breathe, gasping for air.
Strange, when you look forward to something so much,
How ill you feel.
A sure case of good from bad,
Continuous retches, certain I'm going to vomit,
Yet toleration stands strong, it's worth it.
For one more glimpse of your face.

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.........

I Just Can't Find The Words

I don't even think they exist you know,
The words I need to appease your aching soul.
I'm not even sure they were ever in creation,
Those little sounds I'm looking for that will help you breathe easy.
But I swear I'll continue to try,
There's no giving up this end.
As long as you swear to stay,
And promise to hold on that end.
I'll read every dictionary,
I'll learn every language,
I'll sing every song,
Just in the hope that one day,
You'll hear what I say,
And believe.
He's yours.
He was never mine to begin with...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

F*ck1n Typ0$

You ever made a really big mistake?
When you write real fast and don't even break,
Error! Erorr! Typo, terror!
Stupid keyboard conspiracies they're.....er....

Pissing me off inevitably,
Oooh, big word, and it's spelled correctly,
I'm on a role now, lookin' hot,
Oh shit, another, it's like a spot.....

Of ink on your prefect essay.
Of gloss on your porcelian face.
Of tea on your just-polished surcafe.
Of skunp on your expensive lace.

Dangit I cannot stop screwin,
Up, and I'm trying so hrad not to give in.
F*ck, it's worse than the start,
it should be an art,
I'm buggered if I can keep gooing......

Ode To A Moose

A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave me someone who conquered my mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.

Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.

Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through our written word,
Almost believing these letters are heard.

Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.

To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in my head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
I love you Scott G, every day, more and more.

From A Moosette

Genius

Oh, Philosophicus, my dear,
You almost made me shed a tear,
But now you want to hold me near
But sorry, I have cause to fear!

A guy with words as sharp as blade,
Who seems to hide himself in shade,
Don't ever let your talent fade,
A friend in me you've surely made

hahahaha... good stuff. poignant would be an accurate description.

Aaw, thanks honey, I recently had 'Just A Phase' published. I initially submitted it to poetry.com for a competition along with about 9 others and they wrote to me to inform me that I was a semi-finalist in the international competition and that they would also like confirmation from me to go ahead and publish it in a book. They've published about 7 so far around the world and apparently they're quite popular. I'm really pleased, I never thought about getting my stuff published

Originally posted by Syren
Aaw, thanks honey, I recently had 'Just A Phase' published. I initially submitted it to poetry.com for a competition along with about 9 others and they wrote to me to inform me that I was a semi-finalist in the international competition and that they would also like confirmation from me to go ahead and publish it in a book. They've published about 7 so far around the world and apparently they're quite popular. I'm really pleased, I never thought about getting my stuff published

Congrats, then.
You're really talented

Thanks!

He he!
Cool poems!

are you always going to act like an ass in peoples threads bp or are you going to settled down, your going the right way for a restriction.

and great stuff btw syren even though you hate me your work intrigues me

Originally posted by Syren
Ok, I had to make a new thread specifically for my own poems due to the additions to my previous one. Most of you have already seen them but I will be adding many more as time passes

"I'm on blue, I'm on black,
Hell, I'm even on crack!
I'm on Acid, I'm stoned,
I don't like being alone........
I'm saying a Prayer,
Coz there's apples everywhere,
Oh dear, KMC,
What have you done to me?

Raz is a Drug Lord,
And the Mods are his Runners,
I'm addicted, never bored,
Coz nowhere's as fun as,
This place, got me crying whenever I'm away,
But once I sit down, type, chat and play,
I feel almost complete,
Just one thing I need,
Different colours, sod Default,
And a Phat bag of weed!"


It was in answer to Milla telling me about the different colour schemes you can have on KMC, the way you view it etc.

She said that the green one (not here anymore) had apples on it, making her think of LSD.....

So, I wrote the first thing that popped into my head, as per usual

that poem is quite impressive. i havent read poems like that in a good while. keep up the good work =]

Thanks! Personally, I think it's pants.... but it was just a spur of the moment thing

These are my favorites...



It flows smoothly as you read it and I like the juxtaposition of certain words...'promises tumble', 'apologies leap', 'laughter rings freakishly', 'silence envelops'...all interesting images.



This one, in my view, is the best written poem of your collection. I think it's also the most mature - in both style and content. I understand that people get angry sometimes and that they need to express their feelings but, for a reader, constant complaining gets tiresome no matter how well it's written.

I'm surprised how you feel about this one:



Re:



I think it's great fun! Also, not all poetry needs to be mulled over for a long time before it's committed to page. Most of my poems are immediate in their creation. By that I mean I simply make them up as I go along. You should try some more like that!

I liked that last poem OBLH quoted as well! It was fun to read, and it was interesting too. You're just so talented Syren!!!

hahhahah... M'lady...*bow* *swishes hat off* you truly are awe-inspiring. This is one knight of whom you may always call your servant.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo

It flows smoothly as you read it and I like the juxtaposition of certain words...'promises tumble', 'apologies leap', 'laughter rings freakishly', 'silence envelops'...all interesting images.


This one, in my view, is the best written poem of your collection. I think it's also the most mature - in both style and content. I understand that people get angry sometimes and that they need to express their feelings but, for a reader, constant complaining gets tiresome no matter how well it's written.


I think it's great fun! Also, not all poetry needs to be mulled over for a long time before it's committed to page. Most of my poems are immediate in their creation. By that I mean I simply make them up as I go along. You should try some more like that!

Oh hell, I'm choked up now... thanks OB, it really means a lot that you would take the time to read my work, making such beautiful comments only adds to it All of my poems were written directly onto KMC, or some other website. None have ever been written straight onto paper and corrected, they are all pretty much raw apart from spellings etc. I do like my spelling and punctuation to be as close to perfect as possible I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I tend to write whatever comes to mind immediately, nothing is really tweaked and everything is 'made up as I go along'

Conquered

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Such strength surges through us,
A radiant light,
Yet we fight continuous,
No gladness in sight.
Day passes in shadow,
Night storms its way in,
But we'll rise above it,
Determined to win.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

No mountain can block us,
No hurricane end,
Something so precious,
Much more than pretend.
We're holding so tightly,
It's long overdue,
The future is golden,
Life lessons stay true.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Stay with me for always,
Prove that you care,
Devine intervention
Sent love for to share.
Souls intertwined,
Bonds can't be broken,
So know that I love you,
Both written and spoken.

I wrote this at 6.30 this morning, after going to an illegal rave, so it's a bit dodgy... I'm not so keen on it but Jamie (boyf) seemed to appreciate the concept

You're really talented Syren.
My favorite is "A Gentle Warning" loved it, it's just how I feel most of the time.
I also enjoyed very much "The truth"

Originally posted by Syren
Conquered

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Such strength surges through us,
A radiant light,
Yet we fight continuous,
No gladness in sight.
Day passes in shadow,
Night storms its way in,
But we'll rise above it,
Determined to win.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

No mountain can block us,
No hurricane end,
Something so precious,
Much more than pretend.
We're holding so tightly,
It's long overdue,
The future is golden,
Life lessons stay true.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Stay with me for always,
Prove that you care,
Devine intervention
Sent love for to share.
Souls intertwined,
Bonds can't be broken,
So know that I love you,
Both written and spoken.

I wrote this at 6.30 this morning, after going to an illegal rave, so it's a bit dodgy... I'm not so keen on it but Jamie (boyf) seemed to appreciate the concept
It's awesome!

Originally posted by Stealth_Knight
You're really talented Syren.
My favorite is "A Gentle Warning" loved it, it's just how I feel most of the time.
I also enjoyed very much "The truth"

Thanks muchly

You read all of them? I'm touched...

Originally posted by Coldfire
It's awesome!

Ditto, great poetry Sy.

blushing Thanks guys...

Originally posted by Syren
Conquered

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Such strength surges through us,
A radiant light,
Yet we fight continuous,
No gladness in sight.
Day passes in shadow,
Night storms its way in,
But we'll rise above it,
Determined to win.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

No mountain can block us,
No hurricane end,
Something so precious,
Much more than pretend.
We're holding so tightly,
It's long overdue,
The future is golden,
Life lessons stay true.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Stay with me for always,
Prove that you care,
Devine intervention
Sent love for to share.
Souls intertwined,
Bonds can't be broken,
So know that I love you,
Both written and spoken.

I wrote this at 6.30 this morning, after going to an illegal rave, so it's a bit dodgy... I'm not so keen on it but Jamie (boyf) seemed to appreciate the concept

I think it's pretty good and over-whelmingly positive, which is an appreciated break from the morose-mofos around here...Did you indulge in any happy-happy dancing candy, per chance? Hmm...'Floating on heaven and soaring so free'...Hmm...

I was coming down from the high, it was most definitely the dawn after the eve before

Thank you so much

I'm touched that you would take the time to honestly evaluate my work, it means a lot and I will be keeping your suggestions in mind

If you find the time, I would really appreciate some more advice on my other poems

And, for the record, posts like the one NunYah has made are exacty what this forum needs.

Originally posted by Syren
Thank you so much

I'm touched that you would take the time to honestly evaluate my work, it means a lot and I will be keeping your suggestions in mind

If you find the time, I would really appreciate some more advice on my other poems no problem...i'll check out your more recent ones, as i'm sure you've evolved since your first ones.Originally posted by Syren
And, for the record, posts like the one NunYah has made are exacty what this forum needs. take care syren, my ego is easily inflated....we wouldn't want that now would we?

Originally posted by Syren
Ode To A Moose

A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave me someone who conquered my mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.

Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.

Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through our written word,
Almost believing these letters are heard.

Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.

To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in my head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
I love you Scott G, every day, more and more.

From A Moosette

I've recently edited this poem, one of few I've ever amended...

It's difficult to submit elsewhere due to the personal content so I've switched it from the 1st person narrative to the 3rd and renamed it.

TrustMe.Com

A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave her someone who conquered her mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.

Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.

Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non-entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through their written word,
Almost believing these letters were heard.

Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.

To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in her head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
She loves her sweet stranger, each day, more and more.

NunYah, I've added the hyphen in 'non entertaining', thanks for that

I've left the 'a' out in the line 'floating in bubble-like...' as, for me the rhythm is thrown off if it's added.

With regard to;

"But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade."

I purposely used the comma to represent a break, a breath, between 'momentarily' and 'hard'. I hoped this would emphasise the strength with which the realisation of the danger kicked in. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it's gone... the character is once more enchanted. Thank you for the comments

Originally posted by Syren
I've recently edited this poem, one of few I've ever amended...

It's difficult to submit elsewhere due to the personal content so I've switched it from the 1st person narrative to the 3rd and renamed it.

TrustMe.Com

A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave her someone who conquered her mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.

Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.

Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non-entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through their written word,
Almost believing these letters were heard.

Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.

To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in her head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
She loves her sweet stranger, each day, more and more.

NunYah, I've added the hyphen in 'non entertaining', thanks for that

I've left the 'a' out in the line 'floating in bubble-like...' as, for me the rhythm is thrown off if it's added.

With regard to;

"But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade."

I purposely used the comma to represent a break, a breath, between 'momentarily' and 'hard'. I hoped this would emphasise the strength with which the realisation of the danger kicked in. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it's gone... the character is once more enchanted. Thank you for the comments A vast improvement from your previous one. And, after rereading it, the "a" is definately unnecessary and the meter flows more fluently. As for the comma, i can see what you mean by the pause. I had to read it aloud to realise what you were trying to get across. Sometimes that helps out a lot rather than reading it to yourself.

And thank you for that poem. It's a timeless piece with a contemporary twang to it. You should get it published.

Thank you blushing

I'm really glad you appreciate the concept as it's one of my personal faves, along with Vanity.

'A timeless piece with a contemporary twang'... Hmm, I think I'll use that as the short description if I ever submit this for publication

Originally posted by Syren
TrustMe.Com

A chance encounter of the internet kind,
Gave her someone who conquered her mind,
With thoughts of meeting, dreams of touch,
Wishes for kisses, transgresses and such.

Conversing daily 'bout interests shared,
Ignoring the future, unsteady and scared,
Replacing with rose coloured visions so tender,
PMs will never be Returned to Sender.

Floating in bubble-like, protected haze,
Non-entertaining of; "could be a phase",
Sighs and sweet whispers through their written word,
Almost believing these letters were heard.

Entranced by his promises, lulled by this bliss,
Interwoven forever, to never be missed,
But reality strikes momentarily, hard,
Cold realisation, a shattered facade.

To be swept up immediate, stifled and dead,
Happiness settles once more in her head,
Ecstasy suffocates moments unsure,
She loves her sweet stranger, each day, more and more.

I really like this one Syren..it's very touching...you're poetry is amazing, one of the more talented people on here, plus no constant whinning about how hard life is

Originally posted by Syren
Thank you blushing

I'm really glad you appreciate the concept as it's one of my personal faves, along with Vanity.

'A timeless piece with a contemporary twang'... Hmm, I think I'll use that as the short description if I ever submit this for publication

Alas, I must digress. I am humbled to say the least, and that's saying a lot.

I humbled NunYah eyes And it was good droolio

Originally posted by Syren
Conquered

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Such strength surges through us,
A radiant light,
Yet we fight continuous,
No gladness in sight.
Day passes in shadow,
Night storms its way in,
But we'll rise above it,
Determined to win.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

No mountain can block us,
No hurricane end,
Something so precious,
Much more than pretend.
We're holding so tightly,
It's long overdue,
The future is golden,
Life lessons stay true.

Eternally matched by the powers that be,
Floating on heaven and soaring so free...

Stay with me for always,
Prove that you care,
Devine intervention
Sent love for to share.
Souls intertwined,
Bonds can't be broken,
So know that I love you,
Both written and spoken.

I wrote this at 6.30 this morning, after going to an illegal rave, so it's a bit dodgy... I'm not so keen on it but Jamie (boyf) seemed to appreciate the concept

wow kerry

Originally posted by Syren
I humbled NunYah eyes And it was good droolio Hush you...I've a reputation to keep. Can't have anyone thinking I've gone soft, now can we?

*hushes*

Originally posted by Syren


*hushes* GAH!! Try as I might, I keep coming back to this place. Very well then, I'll keep it to those that I've not offended with my abrasive self.

That or the lure of the Syren was too strong a call. Like that of Ulysseus tied to the mast of his ship.

Your comprehension astounds me, Sir, do you have any idea how many people questioned the definition of my name?

Originally posted by Syren
Your comprehension astounds me, Sir, do you have any idea how many people questioned the definition of my name? AHAHAHAHA!!! And the lady strikes with wit and humour.

Please say it ain't so ma'am? Fer that would be downright shameful, as me pappy would say...yes'm.

The Lady Syren... hottie, naughty, and always getting satisfaction. Ha. I think that accurately describes you babes.

Nice poems indeed. Very evocative.

"Night storms its way in"

Quite a good line.

-AC

blushing Thanks, AC...

NunYah, you flatter me eyes

Warrior, you flatter me more

Heh. winkiss

Originally posted by Syren
blushing Thanks, AC...

NunYah, you flatter me eyes

Warrior, you flatter me more So can I get a cookie?

Originally posted by Syren
blushing Thanks, AC...

NunYah, you flatter me eyes

Warrior, you flatter me more

*gives cookie to NunYah*

Originally posted by Syren


*gives cookie to NunYah*
hahah

clap yay nun!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
clap yay nun!
What you don't want a cookie too?

*takes all cookies back*

I think everyone forgot this is a thread filled with poetry just waiting to be dissected schmoll

heh. well, bring on some more then!

Originally posted by Syren
*takes all cookies back*

I think everyone forgot this is a thread filled with poetry just waiting to be dissected schmoll
You.... you took away the cookies??!! cry

Well if you really want me to dissect something I will... but not till I'm not so busy lol

I had a brat moment

I have writer's block cry I have tried and tried to write but everything is crap, I am completely dissatisfied with my work right now and I have nothing more to give.

I think maybe it's because I'm happy

Originally posted by Syren


I had a brat moment

I have writer's block cry I have tried and tried to write but everything is crap, I am completely dissatisfied with my work right now and I have nothing more to give.

I think maybe it's because I'm happy yes...happiness does have that ability to prevent one from writing...as does sadness.

do this: take a flower, any flower. smell it, touch it, look at it....then close your eyes and try to imagine what images you see when you concentrate on all the qualities of that flower...the first thing that comes to mind, write on it.

never worked for me, but i thought i'd tell you about it

haha it does work, if you want it to. you gotta find your own thing of inspiration... flower, good kiss, hot night, or just a simple, tasty cheeseburger... droolio

Originally posted by Syren
*takes all cookies back*

I think everyone forgot this is a thread filled with poetry just waiting to be dissected schmoll And I await some newer works to dissect!

*cough*

Originally posted by Syren


I had a brat moment

I have writer's block cry I have tried and tried to write but everything is crap, I am completely dissatisfied with my work right now and I have nothing more to give.

I think maybe it's because I'm happy

I've registered with Zeotrope and it's pretty good.. I was a member on Fanstory once, I also recommend it http://www.fanstory.com/index.jsp

AWESOME!!!!

i look forward to reading your stuff Sy!! yes i haven't decided which one to submit yet. you'll find a lot of the stuff on there is unconventional in a sense...most are either free-verse or downright awful...

I'm just submitting my older stuff, but only the best ones

I also just wrote this on my forum. It's a quick detailing of my RP character's roots, reasons for leaving her home and how it's affected her personality. Pretty simple stuff, but I like it. She's called Syva Whisperwind.

The Wind Whispers

There was a time when she felt glad,
Content to live the life she had.
Her strength was clear for all to see,
She led her people perfectly.

But time soon came for her to choose,
And either way she had to lose.
An evil Lord displayed desire,
To join the ranks of Elven Higher.

To make a wife of her, perchance?
But she denied each new advance.
Outcasted by her kith and kin,
She had no choice but to give in.

This offer made to take her hand,
And work with her to rule the land...
Was this the reason that she vanished?
Or was she exiled, coldly banished?

Not for her, this Lord so bold!
Not for all the Elven gold.
Her dignity and pride, they burned,
She left her home ne'er to return...

Forced to wander pastures new,
Just to hold her values true.
Bitterness come to the fore,
Hatred settled in her core.

She bides her time until the day,
She can return and have her say.
Her vengeance will be sweet, she knows,
As moments pass, her loathing grows.

Emotionless, this girl appears,
No memories of long past tears.
Her heart enclosed in folds of ice,
Her enemies will pay the price.

Originally posted by Syren
I'm just submitting my older stuff, but only the best ones

I also just wrote this on my forum. It's a quick detailing of my RP character's roots, reasons for leaving her home and how it's affected her personality. Pretty simple stuff, but I like it. She's called Syva Whisperwind.

The Wind Whispers

There was a time when she felt glad,
Content to live the life she had.
Her strength was clear for all to see,
She led her people perfectly.

But time soon came for her to choose,
And either way she had to lose.
An evil Lord displayed desire,
To join the ranks of Elven Higher.

To make a wife of her, perchance?
But she denied each new advance.
Outcasted by her kith and kin,
She had no choice but to give in.

This offer made to take her hand,
And work with her to rule the land...
Was this the reason that she vanished?
Or was she exiled, coldly banished?

Not for her, this Lord so bold!
Not for all the Elven gold.
Her dignity and pride, they burned,
She left her home ne'er to return...

Forced to wander pastures new,
Just to hold her values true.
Bitterness come to the fore,
Hatred settled in her core.

She bides her time until the day,
She can return and have her say.
Her vengeance will be sweet, she knows,
As moments pass, her loathing grows.

Emotionless, this girl appears,
No memories of long past tears.
Her heart enclosed in folds of ice,
Her enemies will pay the price. eek wow! i do believe we are in some sense a lot alike O' Syren of the Deep. I read this as if I had imagined writing it myself...hmm, don't know if that's a good thing

Originally posted by Syren
I'm just submitting my older stuff, but only the best ones

I also just wrote this on my forum. It's a quick detailing of my RP character's roots, reasons for leaving her home and how it's affected her personality. Pretty simple stuff, but I like it. She's called Syva Whisperwind.

The Wind Whispers

There was a time when she felt glad,
Content to live the life she had.
Her strength was clear for all to see,
She led her people perfectly.

But time soon came for her to choose,
And either way she had to lose.
An evil Lord displayed desire,
To join the ranks of Elven Higher.

To make a wife of her, perchance?
But she denied each new advance.
Outcasted by her kith and kin,
She had no choice but to give in.

This offer made to take her hand,
And work with her to rule the land...
Was this the reason that she vanished?
Or was she exiled, coldly banished?

Not for her, this Lord so bold!
Not for all the Elven gold.
Her dignity and pride, they burned,
She left her home ne'er to return...

Forced to wander pastures new,
Just to hold her values true.
Bitterness come to the fore,
Hatred settled in her core.

She bides her time until the day,
She can return and have her say.
Her vengeance will be sweet, she knows,
As moments pass, her loathing grows.

Emotionless, this girl appears,
No memories of long past tears.
Her heart enclosed in folds of ice,
Her enemies will pay the price. Ah!!! So, Syren...where have you hidden this piece of a gem, eh?

You do surprise me more and more...contemporary did you say? I can see some classical influences in this. Not many can actually do epics without it straying from the main theme, becoming more a rambling hodge podge that goes nowhere and ends nowhere.

Nice work...something you should touch on from time to time I would say.

Thanks guys... and I haven't been hiding it, I had the urge to write something for my RP character yesterday. A girl on my forum wrote a poem for her character and that motivated me {her piece is wonderful}... but I wanted simplicity in mine.

And yes, I moved with a slight classical flow for this piece, I thought anything other wouldn't suit the character or the RP... I guess I'm 'swayable'

Originally posted by Syren


HA! My priapic mind is on overdrive!!!!

Silly, you are... and Coldfire really needs to edit her signature

Something I wrote ages ago for Jamie, I forgot about it and just found it on my computer

I'm sure I haven't posted it yet

Midway

Sometimes I want to scream it from the rooftops,
Other moments leave me scared and insecure.
Continuous jolts of ecstasy and heartache,
Almost certain yet so utterly unsure.

Needing, wanting, urging, fighting,
Screaming from within, a child possessed.
Smiling outside, on the inside biting,
Down on tears, on fears, on wondering what is best.

Can you set me free and keep me safe?
Should I question this which seems as gold?
I ask too much of you, yet not enough,
Contradictions based on times of old.

I've experienced pure evil in my life,
But you appeared to lead me out the dark.
I'll follow you, to be with you, no matter where you go,
And place my faith in human matriarch.

Stay true to me, don't let me fall,
I'm balanced on an edge too close, too near.
I can protect you from the pain and loneliness,
It's clear to me you obviously fear.

I think I'll go and scream this from the rooftops,
Screw feeling scared and insecure.
Enjoy the jolts of ecstasy, no heartache,
Can break this bond, and now I'm almost sure.

Originally posted by Syren


Silly, you are... and Coldfire really needs to edit her signature
bag
Originally posted by Syren
Something I wrote ages ago for Jamie, I forgot about it and just found it on my computer

I'm sure I haven't posted it yet

Midway

Sometimes I want to scream it from the rooftops,
Other moments leave me scared and insecure.
Continuous jolts of ecstasy and heartache,
Almost certain yet so utterly unsure.

Needing, wanting, urging, fighting,
Screaming from within, a child possessed.
Smiling outside, on the inside biting,
Down on tears, on fears, on wondering what is best.

Can you set me free and keep me safe?
Should I question this which seems as gold?
I ask too much of you, yet not enough,
Contradictions based on times of old.

I've experienced pure evil in my life,
But you appeared to lead me out the dark.
I'll follow you, to be with you, no matter where you go,
And place my faith in human matriarch.

Stay true to me, don't let me fall,
I'm balanced on an edge too close, too near.
I can protect you from the pain and loneliness,
It's clear to me you obviously fear.

I think I'll go and scream this from the rooftops,
Screw feeling scared and insecure.
Enjoy the jolts of ecstasy, no heartache,
Can break this bond, and now I'm almost sure.
clapping

Thanks blushing

Originally posted by Syren
Thanks blushing
I think it's time I posted one, but I don't have one disgust

Aaw... I haven't written anything recently other than the quick piece about my RP character. I have no muse shock

Originally posted by Syren
Aaw... I haven't written anything recently other than the quick piece about my RP character. I have no muse shock
well I do, but that's still not helping me

hmm

I can't think of anything... my muse literally jumped ship disgust

Originally posted by Syren
hmm

I can't think of anything... my muse literally jumped ship disgust
That sucks

Hopefully you can come up with something soon yes

Ditto, girl... I love your work

Originally posted by Syren
Ditto, girl... I love your work
Gracias

Sy, why not write upon Krunk? I'd love to see an outside voice on this interesting character.

I'm not sure I follow...

Originally posted by Syren
hmm

I can't think of anything... my muse literally jumped ship disgust How ironic, don't you think?!?

Ironic? How?

Originally posted by Syren
I'm not sure I follow...
I'm guessing he means write a poem about what you think Krunk is like..... ?

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
How ironic, don't you think?!?

I'd love to know what this is implying.

Originally posted by Syren
I'd love to know what this is implying. Very simple my lovely of lovelies....you stated your muse had jumped ship, so I related that to your name, Syren!!! So I, in my finite resources in humour however lacking considered it to be more of an insided joke on my part!!

GOD!!! I've got a hangover the size of Dover!

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Very simple my lovely of lovelies....you stated your muse had jumped ship, so I related that to your name, Syren!!! So I, in my finite resources in humour however lacking considered it to be more of an insided joke on my part!!

GOD!!! I've got a hangover the size of Dover!
haha I get it now

awww poor you hug

Nun, I get it now... please excuse my blatant idiocy And it's clever of you, might I add.

I mean give us your view of our member Krunk Floo,
Let us see what you do when you peruse his posts.

Fascination, almost awe,
Leave me wanting more. More!
Comments made as per request,
Must admit he's still the best.
But attitude could take some work,
Always acting like a jerk.
To appreciate his style,
One must read with forced denial.
Though I know he may not be,
Such an @ss as it might seem.
We can only wait and hope,
Krunk can learn to take a joke.

It's all I can come up with, and it's pretty lame... but I can't fathom him in the slightest. And now, no doubt, I'll have to deal with the consequences of my rudeness

Originally posted by Syren
Fascination, almost awe,
Leave me wanting more. More!
Comments made as per request,
Must admit he's still the best.
But attitude could take some work,
Always acting like a jerk.
To appreciate his style,
One must read with forced denial.
Though I know he may not be,
Such an @ss as it might seem.
We can only wait and hope,
Krunk can learn to take a joke.

It's all I can come up with, and it's pretty lame... but I can't fathom him in the slightest. And now, no doubt, I'll have to deal with the consequences of my rudeness hahahaha!! i like it! sums it up really.

Cheers

Originally posted by Syren
Fascination, almost awe,
Leave me wanting more. More!
Comments made as per request,
Must admit he's still the best.
But attitude could take some work,
Always acting like a jerk.
To appreciate his style,
One must read with forced denial.
Though I know he may not be,
Such an @ss as it might seem.
We can only wait and hope,
Krunk can learn to take a joke.

It's all I can come up with, and it's pretty lame... but I can't fathom him in the slightest. And now, no doubt, I'll have to deal with the consequences of my rudeness

Originally posted by Syren
Fascination, almost awe,
Leave me wanting more. More!
Comments made as per request,
Must admit he's still the best.
But attitude could take some work,
Always acting like a jerk.
To appreciate his style,
One must read with forced denial.
Though I know he may not be,
Such an @ss as it might seem.
We can only wait and hope,
Krunk can learn to take a joke.

It's all I can come up with, and it's pretty lame... but I can't fathom him in the slightest. And now, no doubt, I'll have to deal with the consequences of my rudeness

and pray tell, O' Lady fair, whence wilt thou submit thy pieces of gold for all to savour the flavour!!?

When I write something, no doubt. But I need to be inspired

hmmmm get inspired.

Originally posted by Syren
When I write something, no doubt. But I need to be inspired hmmm... a dilemma then.Originally posted by Coldfire
love the flowery words Julian



well you should! i've practiced it enough times on yah...

Originally posted by Syren
Fascination, almost awe,
Leave me wanting more. More!
Comments made as per request,
Must admit he's still the best.
But attitude could take some work,
Always acting like a jerk.
To appreciate his style,
One must read with forced denial.
Though I know he may not be,
Such an @ss as it might seem.
We can only wait and hope,
Krunk can learn to take a joke.

You want sexing with my body? Join the end of the line...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
You want sexing with my body? Join the end of the line...

Never again Krunk, you left me high and dry mhm

Originally posted by Syren
Never again Krunk, you left me high and dry mhm flirt well hey you!!!

Originally posted by Coldfire
hey yourself! Haven't talked to ya in a while hey girl! might be even less if things come my way...

Originally posted by Coldfire
Why?? eek depends really.... other than the possibility of a new job, there's things that are happening that may take up a lot of my time...or not!

Originally posted by Coldfire
what things do you mean?? well, now really aaaaaaamburr... i'd really love to tell yah and all, but this is a public forum, yah know?

but it's gettin' late babes...and i'm tired. talk to yah later? huh? huh?

Wow! Syren you are awesome! Those poems are so deep

Thanks gorgeous!!

And guys *cough*Amber-Julian*cough* You're hijacking my thread now Although, at least someone's posting in it, because I'm certainly not

Originally posted by Syren
Thanks gorgeous!!

And guys *cough*Amber-Julian*cough* You're hijacking my thread now Although, at least someone's posting in it, because I'm certainly not
We didn't want it to be lost in the next page so we're keepin it alive

And I'm not postin much in my own either

Thanks, actually... that's a great philosophy. We'll just chatter to one another in our respective threads so they're kept on the first page. Maybe one of us could post a poem from time to time, but it's not a necessity

Originally posted by Syren
Thanks, actually... that's a great philosophy. We'll just chatter to one another in our respective threads so they're kept on the first page. Maybe one of us could post a poem from time to time, but it's not a necessity
By golly you're right, it is!

As long as we're enjoying ourselves

Originally posted by Syren
Thanks, actually... that's a great philosophy. We'll just chatter to one another in our respective threads so they're kept on the first page. Maybe one of us could post a poem from time to time, but it's not a necessity
it is necessary

Originally posted by T.V.O.T.I.
it is necessary

Originally posted by T.V.O.T.I.
it is necessary

Thanks, just pile on the pressure why don't you tongue12

Mind-numbing blandness, lacking inspiration, gazing, enchanted, at the walls surrounding me.

Obviously.

I have no muse.

Originally posted by Syren
Mind-numbing blandness, lacking inspiration, gazing, enchanted, at the walls surrounding me.

Obviously.

I have no muse.
None at all?? Well lots of ppl seem to be having that problem lately, unfortunately *sigh*

Yeah... but even in that post I tried to inject something. I'm not sure what

Originally posted by Syren
Yeah... but even in that post I tried to inject something. I'm not sure what
mmhmm yeah I saw that.... You'll get it back, I just know it yes