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[Bren]

Great poem airhead

Bren

[KebLou]

I've just written this poem, bet you can't guess how I feel.
Anger and tearsI'm angry,
In fact I'm anger,
But my anger doesn't explode
It sits deep inside,
While I sit and cry.

My tears are from anger,
They are from hatred of threats,
This temper I must not lose,
As I will only regret.

These people care only
About themselves,
Never for others, or me,
My thoughts are incomplete,
Incomplete but dangerous alone.

This pent up anger hurts,
I hate the people
Who cause this pain,
How am I to deal
With the pain.

I know no other way,
I hit the walls until
My knuckles are red and sore,
But all the time,
One question echoes in my mind.

What have I done to
Deserve this pain?

[airhead]

beautiful keb. That is really beautiful. You've got a gift, girl, A Bloody gift.

[KebLou]

Thanks airhead, I bet you are talented as well.

[Rob The Badger]

This Is As Far As I'll Go. . .


I met a woman caked in blood,
Who wept for a weary world.
I wove her a blanket
and coloured it with snow,
and watched how her frozen hair curled

I looked in the mirror and said to myself
"I've seen that face before"
It was at a neigbour's funeral,
and the face was on the corpse.

Engraved on the headstone,
Above the grave
was an enscription that read:
Everything was beautiful
and nothing hurt.
"This is a lie",
I said.

The streets that seemed,
All so forgiving
Have even turned their backs.
The houses, friendly faces?
Simply, made of wax.

The orange murmur of the city
Is sordid and ugly and black.
The towns are filled with people
amongst whom I can't relax.

The font of life from which I drink,
The almond, sickly, taste.
There's a crime being wasted
Without a thought to think.

I'm ashamed to say it,
for fear of repetition.
But I'm lonely and I know it
I was stoned into submission.

In the emerald sky I see a God. . .
with wings that scratch the night.
And marble tears fall from her eyes
And beat with all their might.

"Oh rain, rain, please stay"
You're my only companion. . .
And you'll never falter and never fall
(Oh, of course you will).

I worked it out yesterday.
I've got twenty-one thousand
nine hundred days to live,
And that's a lot of time to kill. . .
I'll start a revolution
Just to see what happens. . .
(Because If I don't, just who will?)

But when the time comes,
These words shall I say::
"All people are lonely in some ways,
Some people are lonely in all ways."

[airhead]

Mummy!!!!

I broke the magnet again mummy
and the pot has over boiled
The dog can't talk- it wants its walk
and the babies nappy is soiled

Mummy! These fish fingers are burnt
and the plants are all dead
the peas are mushy and the potato is funny
thats what sister said

mummy, I broke the telly again
and the bean bag has just exploded
and I've just found out- please be proud
that the hairdryer in the bath has floated

Don't send me to my room mummy
I didn't know stones couldn't swim
Or cats don't like water- they really oughta
wear floats on their limbs

Its been five hours now
I hope you've calmed down again
you've cleaned up my mess- I'm really impressed
But the wallpaper on the stairwell is covered in pen

[Bren]

Originally Posted by Rob The Badger

But when the time comes,
These words shall I say::
"All people are lonely in some ways,
Some people are lonely in all ways."

...very true.......good poem Rob

Bren

[Bren]

Nice poem airhead

Bren

[KebLou]

I was fed up when I wrote this and I'm still fed up now, so here it is

Censor This!!
My Life, my world,
I censor what I want to,
You censor me!!
Its not that easy,
Me, I can shout,
You, well what can you do?
You sound all posh,
But I know more,
I have something you want but will never have.

I will write what I like,
I know when I've gone too far,
But, How I feel is what I write,
My Words mean everything to me,
So take them away!
Go on I dare you,
Take my life then!

Your censored words mean nothing,
Raw words, hold the key,
Emotionless words make me laugh,
Your posh accent,
Your stuck up tone,
Who are you, but another Mrs Bucket,
I know I'm human,
I know I have feelings,
Go make sure, hit me.

You want to censor me,
Censor this.
Interpret this and use censorship,
Oops have I just leaked,
My lyrics, My censorship,
Censor this!!


Hope you like it.

[airhead]

wow!!!

[KebLou]

Originally Posted by airhead

wow!!!

I don't know if thats a good or a bad thing.

[airhead]

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WOMAN???? ITS GREAT!!!!!! ITS BRILLIANT!!!!!!!! THAT TYPE OF WOW!!!!!!!!

[Rob The Badger]

My Life In Plastic

This is my confession,
My last drunken obsession.
I am am a menacing figure,
Miniscule in stature.

I stand in the line at the checkout counter.
(I check out the cashier and a can of baked beans)
I wonder to myself does he even see me?
I wonder to myself does he know what this means. . .

This is the day when
I walk home alone
for the very last time.

This is the day when
I set my sights
On somebody new.
(Somebody good).

I'll lie on my bed hearing nothing but salvation,
There's a warped sense of humour scarred across my crooked face.
I could could mingle here forever with the stars of yester-year,
Just tie myself with dental floss and call barr the human race.

This is my confession of the day:
"Father I have sinned!
Now put your evil tongue away."

I'll lie in your arms hearing nothing but your voice,
And don't try to tell me that you've something nice to say. . .
I've seen it all on telly and it's all been said before,
But you've merely recycled it in your roundabout piss-pot way.

This is the day when
all humanity was saved,
By a three minute pop song
(Of which I had no part, by the way. . .)

This is my last, excruciating confession:
I'm a simple minded person inside a deep depression.

[Rob The Badger]

Darling

Broken chairs,
Filthy appliances,
A burned down house
In the city of Dreams.

You don’t go outside because they’re outside,
(and they’re ghosts and ghouls)
Who’ll haunt your mind(?)

If I loved her I’d kiss her. . .
Oh, God, I just don’t know
Anymore.

If I loved her then I’d leave her alone
Jesus, I don’t want to love her,
Anymore.

I made a decision,
I’ll end it with a postcard:
“People see no worth in you. . .
I do”.

There’s things in my head. . .
Running ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
There’s a twitching at the door
Going down and down and down.

I’ll walk these old familiar streets
(about five miles to your house)
And I’ll hold you and love you
And maybe even kill you,

I’ll lay your bones on the alabaster stones
And I’ll wait for you there.

Go to sleep my little darling,
Go to sleep my little darling.

[airhead]

a childs soul ( a haiku. haven't done one in years )

full of innocence
of wonder and ambition
but dark underneath

as they play outside
as pure and white as the snow
you see the darkness

look into their eyes
and the beating of their heart
its as strong as love.


I have a little boy who has a crush on me. Sweet!

[Rob The Badger]

Originally Posted by airhead

a childs soul ( a haiku. haven't done one in years )

A haiku has has three lines only.

Good nonetheless.

[airhead]

I know its only got three lines, but I still stuck to the syllable rule! Thanks anyway rob, your poems are lovely too

[airhead]

A day of eddies thoughts

I know I have emotional baggage
I always have done.
I don't like it at all.

I wish I could be carefree again
sure of myself
once again

I try and stop myself as much as I can
dressing and being a person
I don't want to be

this person I don't want to be
Is boring and frumpy
I wont let that happen

I've been through a lot of denile in the past
I don't like it either.
its horrible.

My friends used to be able to feel my soul
I was on a permanant high
after my adventure

I wish only for inspiration from god
its not too much to ask for
not at all

People think I'm happy and cool
I am happy but I am very deep
too deep for my own good

[KebLou]

Second time round!
They all stand there watching and laughing,
As he tightens his grip around my throat,
There is only anger in his eyes
Like he holds me responsible for everything that has gone wrong,
I'm struggling to breathe,
I can feel the skin peeling off my back
As he pulls me higher up the wall,
Suddenly I'm gripped with fear,
My body freezes,
Its now even harder than ever
To pull enough air into my lungs,
No thoughts pass through my head,
I'm totally fixated on his eyes.

[dottie]

What can I give?
Albeit myself.

Is that enough?
Or to much.

Try it,
And see.

Am I talking about me?

[Rob The Badger]

With songs in my heart,
Eternity's not so dark,
For I am alive.

[airhead]

Here I am

Here I am
a young person
with hopes and dreams
far bigger than others

Here I am
A young girl
who is a natural worrier
That she hates

Here I am
you can't say I'm normal
But take my advice
happiness is an art

Here I am
I'm late for everything
I was always the artist
and I'm proud

Here I am
and take me as you find me
And under the cool surface
is a firey strong young woman

Here I am
I have many many faults
For instance i can be firey
but I'm proud of that fire


By me
(how i see myself)

[RSG]

No Name

I love you, and I want to tell you.
I love the way I talk to you.
A warm vibe, goes up my spine.
Feeling this way, could you ever be mine?

Will you ever know, and should I hold it in?
What I am feeling, is this a sin?
I must take this chance, Before its too late.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.

Will you be accepting, I think you will.
Will I be regretting, my heart is on the grill.
So warm, so funny I know it can work.
How can I say it, without sounding like a jerk.

Songs on the radio, they make more sence.
This love thing, and all its romance.
Sappy little love songs, I can relate.
The words are bad, and the music I hate.

But the message is clear, clearer than ever.
Those lines rehearsed, can shed you a tear.
I can't say the words though I must.
Can't you see it in my eyes, you must.

My eyes are true, they are telling you,
you see them and you start to smile.
I tell you, I love you, you told me the same.
One who once thought, love is just a game.

What was once a wonder, is now so real.
What was once a ponder, now a big deal.

Bigger than just the thought, but a whole new
world, open up the clowds, my love has unfurled.


I am sending this to a girl I admire so deeply, please any thoughts of it?

[Rob The Badger]

St. Petersburg

Is there a tree to sit under while the heather grows?
Shall I sit here till the autumn years?
A molten saltpeter sky begins cooling in our hair
Arcane thoughts of the numbest kind torment our feeble minds.

"What is time but the ticking of clocks?
Death is but the tick that spawned no tock"
Even the mightiest of men shall never defeat the worms
and if this be the truth, then what is to be done?

The only constant we can be sure of is time.
Time and waiting, that's two, nevermind.
We can wait for eternity (remember, we shall)
and we'll cry lonely cries of 'stop this, please'.

So that is how it all shall end
But of course, it never will end.

So the only thing to be done right now,
Is sit under a tree, with someone who'll just
stop talking. Stop talking. And just let you be.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

When you stand
On the edge
Looking down
That long drop

When you stand
Face to face
With a problem
Looking so hard

When you stand
Shaking with fear
Of some event
That seems so dark

When you stand
In all of these
Where do you turn
To find help

Not one of mine - but sums up my mood