Poetry Journal...Sorta...

[KayLenny#7 offline]

Lol SC, that sure does seem like the BKO topic! I just thought of funny stuff when I read it. Meh. Must- grow maturity... *twitch*

[TB3]

Escapism

The hand that reached
out to save me
has long since rescinded
that opportunity.

Left on my own
to struggle with monotony
amidst the masses
feeling the same calamity.

Surroundings close in
and limit my mobility
They don’t want me to flee,
rather that I stay in stupidity.

But I have one little edge
over the powers that be:
I see in their ‘mighty’ displays
Stress cracks belying frailty.

An undercurrent has formed
A flow to drown the enemy.
Rise up and overflow your banks
And sweep me away to destiny.

BRAVO! I'm a student of English Lit and Creative Writing and that's superior to any of my poems!

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Awesome-ness...(I don't think that's a word.... ...Oh well...You get my point )

[Stonecreek]

BRAVO! I'm a student of English Lit and Creative Writing and that's superior to any of my poems!

I was an English major going into college. I wanted to be a literature professor. Then I saw how every prof. destroyed the texts we were reading by dissecting them to death or excessively pointing out flaws. I did not want that, so I switched to journalism, and plan on being an editor (as I've said before), though page layout is very fun. Anyway, another poem. My rhyming pieces seem to be more popular, so here's another one on the same theme I did earlier.

Wanderlust

Lost in a land not my own,
I find my eyes drawn 'round
to the snaking river's flow
and the snow crust o'er the ground.

Wondering at what I'm shown,
marveling at all the sound
acutely, my senses honed
for action at the mountain's crown.

Feeling that my time's on loan,
I rush to find that yet to be found
and am pulled back and groan
as my astonishment is drowned.

Ripped away with naught a moan
from up so high to so far down
back again to a world my own
but to this world, I am not bound.

[Just_Jaine offline]

I love them all. My favorite part was the first stanza of wanderlust!

[LadyChaos offline]

I loved your last two poems, stonecreek. Escapism almost sounded like becoming atheist and wanderlust was just beautiful.
I cannot write poetry to save me. I've tried it, but never really liked it. I'm far too critical of myself and my writing.
I'm going to have to keep checking this thread, maybe I'll finally be inspired to write some poetry of my own.

Rose

[Stonecreek]

I loved your last two poems, stonecreek. Escapism almost sounded like becoming atheist and wanderlust was just beautiful.
I cannot write poetry to save me. I've tried it, but never really liked it. I'm far too critical of myself and my writing.
I'm going to have to keep checking this thread, maybe I'll finally be inspired to write some poetry of my own.

Rose

For a new fan, a new poem. Another old one. They all will be until I'm out. Escapism was a spur of the moment thing. I'd like to think posting the old stuff is a win-win situation: I win by getting new people to read my poems, and also by depleting my old stock, I'll be forced to write new poems, which I really haven't much lately. You win by seeing my poems nad liking them or tearing them to shreds. It's all good (hopefully). Here's the next poem, and I realize it's personal, and that it'll seem like I'm hypocritical because of it. Realize that it's five years old, and I post it to show that I, too, do personal poems.

Abandonment

I stand watching from a distance
as you walk off into the sunset.
We will meet again, perchance.
Is this as good as is gets?

This can't be it, how it ends.
There's so much left to do and say.
This pain is unbearable; can I mend?
Do you even feel the same way?

No; you walk away, indifferent,
ignorant of all I feel.
Was the message not clearly sent?
How many more layers must I peel?

Before you see what I want you to?
I've laid open my heart and soul.
Can't figure out the enigma that's you.
Can't figure out what I can't control.

I do all I can just for your sake.
I think that you expect no less.
How much more torture can I take?
Can my heart handle any more distress?

It will have to; you continue walking
away from me, shattering dreams
you never knew existed, though I was talking.
Do you even know what love means?

Have you ever felt all-consuming desire,
filling up the abyss inside?
Have you been engulfed by a raging fire,
that whatever you did to it, it never died?

If you haven't, you won't understand,
but I hope one day you'll know
the sad, hopeless plight of this man
who simply just cannot let go.

Then you'll look back on this day
and wonder what could've, might've been.
Could it have turned out another way
if you had just looked back to me again?

[Just_Jaine offline]

What I forgot to comment how dare I. I am truly sorry. Great Poem anyway!

Here, *thrusts a piece of paper at you*, I wrote this yesterday but couldn’t post it till today.

Friends

Friends come,
And friends go.
The tides that brought us together,
Now lead separate ways.
I’ll never forget the times we had with each other.
I’ll always remember,
The things we did for one another.

If I see you again, ever,
I’ll make a point to say hi.
As our roads pass by,
I want you to know,
You memory is in my hart forever.

[Stonecreek]

Someone responded at last! I can finally post my next poem, written last week but stalkled till now.

Oh, and Jaine - good, simple poem. Sounds like a graduating/moving away piece.

Out of the Dark Ages

Hung over on the early morning,
shielding my eyes from rays
shining down mercilessly
illuminating an unwanted new day.

Pupils that refuse to focus
grasp upon that easily splayed
for all to know and all to see
while half-asleep in bed I lay.

Bury my head under the pillow,
don't want to hear what they have to say.
Comfortable in my pre-dawn darkness
I do not heed the call to play.

Refusing to accept the future
has led it to pass me along the way.
It's only that which has already been
that I wish with all my might to delay.

I was happier in the dark, not knowing.
The past is that for which I pray.
Is my mentality too Draconian?
I prefer my world in shades of gray.

A.N. - A reaction to a "dead" classroom and the refusal to learn (original note at end got eaten by the forum).

[YDV offline]

Wow. That was pretty good! *claps*

...Someone's been a little busy, lately, neh? o.O

But wait. Is the fact that I don't want to get up in the morning make me "dead" or ignorant?

[Stonecreek]

The refusal to wake up is a metaphor for refusing to learn.

[YDV offline]

...Oh! I knew that! I really did. ^^;

I don't understand why anyone would be like that either.. especially those who hate/don't want to read. I don't get it at all-- books are awesome, they really do open up new worlds, it's not just a corny saying!

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

I've been dead in my own thread...Well...Whatever...

Nice poems Stonecreek and Jaine....

With teachers hammering down your back review guides for Regents (which aren't until...June...) and massive homework...it's been hard to write lately... Ahh well...Let's see what happens later......

[Just_Jaine offline]

Here’s another one. I guess my writers block is gone so away with posting a million poems! Stonecreek, that was a rather interesting take on school. I liked it.

Will you remember,
all I’ve said and done?

Will you remember,
the fight that we have won?

Will you remember,
the sorrows yet to come?

Will you remember,
the joys and the fun?

Will you remember,
me when I am gone?

[Stonecreek]

ME likely! A lot! Very good, Jaine. I've got another very old one.

Personal Motives

Remember when you started spouting
Your misbegotten philosophies?
Now that they've been proven wrong
How you going to make it up to me?

Will you get down on your knees and beg
Plead to me with all your heart and soul?
Or will you just leave me standing there,
Asserting dominance and control?

You feel your grip of power slipping;
I have broken through your web of lies.
Yet you hold me tightly in your grasp
I can't break out, though Lord knows I've tried.

You exude an infallible force
Which I'm drawn to, but try to flee.
You feel like home, but yet you're prison.
I've been denied my right to be free.

I'm a pawn to your malicious ways,
A sacrifice to complete the whole
That you didn't mind making in the least
So you can attain you dubious goals.

I'm in the dark on your intentions
Like I've been sprayed with mace in my eyes.
All my knowledge of you is a sham
I've nothing to live my life by.

I need a guiding light in my life.
Something to lead me to victory.
And now I know you're not that something.
I'm closing in on where I need to be.

You're not a part of the equation;
If I took you out, there'd be no hole.
So I've decided I don't need you.
I no longer need to pay your toll.

I will coolly, calmly walk away.
I won't bat a lash; I will not cry.
You'll be the one standing alone
Learning you are your only ally.

[Just_Jaine offline]

Your poem is great Stonecreek! This next poem I wrote for my friend.

Friends Now--At Last

Never to notice,
Never to see,
How much you mean to me.

At first, when I saw you,
I didn’t think we’d get along.
You were my science rival,
And that was all.

I didn’t think we’d be friends;
What a mistake.
But who knew,
Of the friendships we would make.

With Kayla, you, and me,
We make a trio;
We’re great!
Our love for discussion never falters.
Our love of debate never ends.

Now, add Ben in there too.
You’re sure to get a laugh.
Either that, or we’ll be telling him off
For this thing or that.

It’s all good fun;
A joke at that,
But without mere coincidence,
We wouldn’t be friends;
Now our friendship can last.

[YDV offline]

Aww.. that's sweet.

Stonecreek-- your poem is awesome, but also kinda dark. o.O

[Stonecreek]

After all this time and people still don't get I use the cute stuff to mask my dark side... Good poem. Jaine

EDIT - to prove my point, I'll post my third darkest poem I've ever written. The second and first aren't suitable for here, though. PM me if you want to see #2. I'm still ashamed I wrote the worst one, though. Anyway, the poem:

Eternal Vow

I inhale your lingering perfume.
It's just like mold on a cold spring day.
Just as cold as your heart had grown
When you turned and walked away.

Couldn't you feel the love that burns
In this heart that holds you dear?
Now in parting you've gone and done
All that I have grown to fear.

This tainted love you've given
Lyrics from so long ago
Ring true now like yesterday
And contribute to my feeling low.

Morose has been my state of mind
Ever since you left me there
Standing, soaking in the rain
And the salty tears of despair.

And I'm the one that drove you to this!
Or at least that's what the note had said
The one they found on your living room rug
Next to your body, cold and dead.

I feared the loss of love from you.
You thought you'd already lost it from me.
But my love for you will never die
It was always there for you to see.

What blinded you to it, I do not know.
I just wish I could've opened your eyes
So you could see my adoration.
I feel you would've been surprised.

To see this man that loves you back
This man that loved you, then and now
And as I close the coffin lid,
Love remains my eternal vow.

[Just_Jaine offline]

Great poem as ever Stonecreek. Here is the one you asked for.

I want someone to be with me
Someone to talk to
Through light and dark

I want a friend that will understand me
Someone to pick me up when I am down
To show the way
Through the disappearing path

Yes I have friends at school
But you must have misunderstood
The one they see
Is not who I’m meant to be

I can’t keep hiding who I really am
The girl behind the mask wants to stand
Should I let her free?
Should I become the other me
Or go back to the trail
Letting things stay this way

[Stonecreek]

You vould put that one to music, Jaine. Very nice. I especially like the 3rd stanza.

[Skorpigeist offline]

To many posts to quote to get out all of the things that I would like to say. For starters, Jaine, Stonecreek, and anyone else that has posted/written something in the past few posts, all of them are very good, Stonecreek's speaks to me through a voice of experince and deeper understanding of self and world. Given what stonecreek said about wanting to be an english major going into college, this would make sense. I agree with you that professors and "experts" over analyze and critque many works to the point that you don't want to care anymore. I judge what I read as being good on two criteria. Was it worth my time, and did I like it. if the answer is yes, then I liked it, and if not then I don't. I do however try to find something good and useful out of everything that I read, or if something strikes my interest I will comment on it. Now I wish I had some new material.

[YDV offline]

....I think I'm about to cry. ::sniff:: Very good, Stonecreek. I loved it.

And yeah, he's right, Jaine-- that would be awesome set to music.

[Stonecreek]

Setting to music got me thinking, and so did the sad. Then, being hung over was the motivation. So, this was the result. It is a song more than a poem. I'd post a file of me singing it, but I dunno how. Here it is:

Dejection Ode

I sing my dejection ode
To the stars above

I sing my dejection ode
And wait for the day that I am loved.

Sit here all alone now
But your presence still haunts me.
I stare into the television
And see my eyes staring back, empty.

I wait by the telephone now
But your voice is inside of me.
I crawl into bed late at night
And see dreams of calamity,

I sing my dejection ode
To the stars above

I sing my dejection ode
And wait for the day that I am loved.

I am going through the motions
But the past, it still follows me
I sit at my desk all day
And contemplate my futility.

I sit down to eat dinner
That you did not prepare for me
Wash the plate in the sink
Try to scrub away your memory.

I sign my dejection ode
To the stars above

I sing my dejection ode
And wait for the day I am loved.

And you been gone so long
You will never come back to me.
But I sit all alone
And I hate myself endlessly.

I sing my dejection ode
To the stars above

I sing my dejection ode
And wait for the day that I am loved

I sign my dejection ode
And hope that you here it above.

I sing my dejection ode
And wait for the day that I can love.

[YDV offline]

You are REALLY good at this. o.O

Oh, and posting the file? Yeah, www.putfile.com is your friend.

[Stonecreek]

Yeah, but I just realised I can't post it till Monday, when I have access to the school's recording equipment. It would sound bad if I took a tape recording and tried to convert it.