Symphonic Seduction

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

‘GIZMO’S LITTLE HELPERS.....& Cunningham.....& Hurley’

Now, I’d like to introduce myself using my given name,
But it doesn’t suit me anymore and isn’t that a shame?
I never liked it anyway, it really won’t be missed,
I guess I won’t sign Kerry at the end of my Xmas List!

I suppose I should relay the way this came to be about,
If you can’t hear me at the back just ask me and I’ll shout!
Firstly, my new name ‘Gizmo’ isn’t really a surprise,
I earned it at the age of six due to my bulbous eyes.

The girl to blame is here somewhere, we call her Ayla C,
I let it slip in front of her, that was the end of me!
My name went out the window, Ayla shot round the school,
Told all to call me ‘Gizmo’, apparently it’s ‘cool’.

Next thing I knew, Alex appeared, clutching a fluffy pet,
A gremlin by my namesake, oh, I haven’t finished yet.
She lets him perch in my abode, two metres up in height,
And if she’s in a generous mood she lets him stay the night!

Moving on I’ll introduce a chick called Becky V,
A pretty one with eyes of blue and plans to murder me.
It could be me, I’m paranoid, so innocent she looks,
But voices whisper truths to me, I’ll listen to my books.

Next up there’s Rachael Number One, Baynes is a nutter true,
Always talking, never quiet, but silence would never do.
I think if she were not to yell, my aching head might rest,
But then the fun would disappear, and boredom’s not the best.

Number Two is Rachel Couch, now here’s a kooky gal,
And just like all my Library Crew, she’s one of my good pals.
She’s lively and she’s funny and I’ll miss her when I go,
But I’ll think of her with fondness, a girl I’m glad to know.

I think it’s time I told you all about a lovely lad,
Sam Jolly is the one I mean, the most helpful I’ve had.
Always a smile, always a hand that he’s willing to lend,
And when I leave, I think I’ll see our Sam as a good friend.

Next up we have a complete loon, goes by the name of Loz,
Not much rhymes with a name like that but it doesn’t matter coz....
She’s sparky and she’s different and she makes me grin quite madly,
And though I’m sure there’s a screw loose I’ll take her with me gladly.

And there’s Sophie, little Loosley, all angelic, blonde and cute,
But don’t be fooled, angelic? Bah! It’s just a cover suit.
She’s crazy, bonkers, off the wall, a cheeky little elf,
And paired with Vincent, bloomin’ lethal! RUN! And save yourself!

Lizzie B! You’re next my dear, don’t think you got away,
I’m not that nice, haha! But hmmm, what can I think to say?
Ah, she’s glowing brightly at the moment, cooing like a dove,
But we know why, it’s obvious, Miss Beardsall, she’s in love!

Oh me, oh my, I missed Michelle, now how could I forget?
The lass is crackers, barking mad, and I’m willing to bet.....
The when I’m gone she’ll stay with me imprinted on my mind,
A gal as memorable as our Michelle, you’re not likely to find.

I must just mention Sophie Jones, sister to young Sam,
One of my younger helpers and as quiet a s a lamb.
No wait, I’m sorry, that’s a lie, but nothing else would rhyme,
The truth is, spend a day with Soph, you’ll have a fabulous time!

Another young’un, name of Summer, I don’t know her so well,
But she seems sweet, no trouble at all, works hard and very well.
She hasn’t let me down just yet and I don’t expect her to,
She may be young, but Summer, I would like to say Thank You.

There’s just a few more ladies that I haven’t talked about,
I’ll describe Charley next, I think, and she, without a doubt.....
Can only be referred to as a mini mass of madness,
Her cheeky grin, a wily wink, belies this girly’s badness!

But what about Robyn, goodness me, I couldn’t do without her,
I think by now I would have killed a helper or two for sure!
She calms me down and shuts me in my cupboard when I’m stressed,
For protection of troublesome helpers, well, she’s undoubtedly the best!

Belinda’s next, now what to say? I don’t know where to start,
She’s hyper as a hatter but I’m sure she’s pure at heart.
She worries when I tell her off, doesn’t like the way I act,
But I have to be a tyrant, it says in my contract!

Second from last it’s Chloe though we haven’t had time to chat,
We might not know each other well but it’s very obvious that.....
Without her presence my Library Crew would simply not be full,
I’ve got a bunch who make me proud, the greatest in the school!

Now last of all, but so not least, Heather is the one,
I must admit I’ll miss her tonnes when I’m eventually gone.
She’s like a little sister and the time we’ve shared this year,
I’ll recall for always and hold those memories dear.

Now comes the time to say goodbye, my ditty’s almost done,
I love you all, a huge thank you, Merry Xmas everyone!
PS, one more, I almost missed our little Warwick out,
The rascal ends my poem and soon Xmas'll be about!

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! 😎

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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...

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.

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.

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.

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:

"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?

Re:

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

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!!!