Poetical Justice

OK, so I just wrote this to Milla in a PM, and she said I could post it here 😮

I'd rather it was in the Artwork Forum coz she Mods here, and I kinda know her, so.......

"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 her 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 🙄

I have more, and I figured you Artists could have a pop at some poetry in here too, creativity extended so to speak 😛

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.

All you ladies must know how this feels, when some guy actually chooses you over someone else, and by rights you should be ecstatic, but you kinda feel like you did something wrong 🙁

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.

You know how sometimes you get to the point where you're screaming and no-one's listening? Like, they're all telling you to calm down, that you're being silly, but no-one's actually hearing you? Well, that's how I was feeling when I wrote this one.

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.

Basically, this is how I have felt in the past whilst in a relationship. Regardless of marriage, you know when you feel like you might as well be married, because you feel so trapped.

Way to go Syren!! clap

😮

Cheers hun......

Jeez, I've never ventured out of the OTF/GDF before, I so need to get out more 😛

that's great babe! you know i always support your work...it's magnificant.

Syren, your poetry rocks ✅

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.

Perceive of that what you will guys, I guess I just hate it when people judge me.

Trin --> Thanks mate, I just checked out the Official Artwork Gallery, and your stuff is amazing ✅

I really like that one...people try to judge me all the time and really don't know a damn thing about me, and I really hate it...

And thanks, I love to draw 🙂

Misperception

I see you there, twirling your hair
you put on a shy face
I look at you, and you at me
but still we stand in place
your cig it drags, but still i lag
and cease to move my feet
you start grooving, and i start moving
toward you so we meet
I am in place, I see your face
but then you turn your back
I retransition and get in position
but you think i want your rack
Almost too mellow, i come to say hello
and offer you a drink
you shut me down, now i'm the clown
it makes me wonder what you think

works both ways ladies

Originally posted by Linkalicious
Misperception

I see you there, twirling your hair
you put on a shy face
I look at you, and you at me
but still we stand in place
your cig it drags, but still i lag
and cease to move my feet
you start grooving, and i start moving
toward you so we meet
I am in place, I see your face
but then you turn your back
I retransition and get in position
but you think i want your rack
Almost too mellow, i come to say hello
and offer you a drink
you shut me down, now i'm the clown
it makes me wonder what you think

works both ways ladies

Oh please, Link, you really think that my poem was directed at guys????

You couldn't be more f.ucking wrong!!

That is exactly the type of bullshit I was writing about, people assuming things about my actions or words. And you, of all people, just proved me right.

My poem was not a direct stab at one particular person, or even sex, it was simply something that I felt the urge to write.

Thanks Link, you've just managed to single handedly turn this thread into another ridiculous competition, and you've really annoyed me at the same time. Idiot.

Lil, if you read this, would you mind doing something about Link's retaliation? I don't care what you do, I just don't want this thread to turn into another "Battle" thread like those in the OTF. Thanks hun.

And FYI Link, if you read the poem again, you might find it describes my female enemies a little better than any guy. Although I had no-one in mind whilst writing it, if I had to give the poem more meaning now, I would probably direct it at those High School Popular Girls who treated everyone else like trash.

So, you were wrong in your assumption, and totally out of line, I do hope you are satisfied.

you know what Kerry....the fact that you think my poem was directed at you or at any particular girl in general is like spitting in my face. You PM me telling me to share what i write and then you react like this.

You jump to conclusions, you change your sig, you call me an idiot, YOU REALLY just proved my point far better than i proved yours.

This isn't about battle of the sexes, i don't want this to be a competition, I'm sorry I EVER share my feelings with people like you who would just take what I say, twist it around, and then crap on both me and my feelings.

You take everything I do entirely too personally and you aren't fair to me at all.

Guys, I hate to sound grumpy, because im not, but please stop fighting, or I will close the thread.

i never wanted to fight...i never wanted to upset her...i was just trying to share personal experiences from real life. I'll just leave it at that...she can read into it whatever she wants...

Sorry Lil, but the fact that he wrote "works both ways ladies" under his poem says something right?

Anyways, moving on, here's another one........

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.

You'll all probably think I'm nuts, going on about a little red number "1", but if you've ever had an online romance, it goes for any emails, PMs, IMs, you may have had from a particular person. And this poem probably won't have much significance to any of you, but right now, it's significant to me. Unfortunately. 🙁

Originally posted by Linkalicious
Misperception

I see you there, twirling your hair
you put on a shy face
I look at you, and you at me
but still we stand in place
your cig it drags, but still i lag
and cease to move my feet
you start grooving, and i start moving
toward you so we meet
I am in place, I see your face
but then you turn your back
I retransition and get in position
but you think i want your rack
Almost too mellow, i come to say hello
and offer you a drink
you shut me down, now i'm the clown
it makes me wonder what you think

works both ways ladies

For those of you who read this thread...let me clarify.

This poem isn't an attack on women, it's an insight to how shy guys think and feel when they spend minutes, if not hours, gaining the courage just to approach some women. And how badly it hurts when those women won't even give them the time of day.

My apologies to any and all people who get the MISPERCEPTION that I would mean it any other way.

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.

This is obviously not one of my best, but with all the things going on in my head, sometimes it's difficult to find the right words. This is the best I could do. 🙁

Actually i thought that was one of you best poems...but i really like all your work Sy. Thank you for sharing...