Topic: Poetry Thread

heart attack girl


young girl, pretty and smart
young girl, thorn in her heart

young dream, only fourteen
young dream, seldom is seen

young star, works in a bar
young star, gives up her heart

young girl, alone in her world
young girl, heart attack girl

another word on the "Snow White" poem, it is very old... there are some more parts of it somewhere in my mind or even lost textbook...

I "stole" a line from someone, just transferred it to english, well, I think she won't mind... if so, sorry for that...

probably these are all meant to be songs, if you can them --> use them :)

Elita: a bit livelier now? the forum?

black hair blown out the side window
she's driving
cause driving drives her thoughts away

foot on the pedal, hand on the wheel
along endless desert highways
the wind and the stars in her hair

into the night
into the void

Take care of your box.


I had my feelings locked up in a box,
I buried the box, deep in the woods

when I came back to dig it out some day,
the box was gone. Taken away.

I had to build everything new, from draft

I'm now but a shadow of my self.
There's no box standing on my shelf.


(I will add some more... see you tonight...)

Poetry.
It always speaks to me even when I don't always understand everything.
I wish I could write something-poetry- & be content with it. I don't write but on the off occasion I do put a few lines together.
But whenever I look at it again it just seems.. Poorly written.. & then I get rid of it.
Anyway, reading poetry is always a mind-opening experience for me so I hope there's plenty more

Poorly written.. & then I get rid of it. you should not... so are mine, these are not - call it "outstandingly good", but they kind of express myself... so normally, I leave them the way they are (raw output...) and don't construct them...

Anyway, reading poetry is always a mind-opening experience for me so I hope there's plenty more

the gardener

see how he sweats
ripping out plantlets
and chopping off trees
collecting the garbage besides the road
working all day, pain in his back

people don’t see him
he lost all his dreams
back in the day when his son
died at the age of eighteen

Well, one of the poems I kept was actually written for a school project last year. Uhh, all original, anyway I never really shared it before but anyway here it is, no title though.

Tears streaming down in endless streams,
Liquid fragments and remnants of shattered dreams,
Choked up in silence, with the silent screams,
Emotionally living in a world where nothing seems
To live or to love & where love only means
Exclusion, confusion and lonely desolation.
It's said that time heals wounds, yet they're still bleeding
Too thin to clot, when you're still needing,
A life for a soul that's left a letter of resignation.
A being that feels like it's facing condemnation.
How do you live a life when life's got no meaning,
Can you really watch a movie even when nothing's screening,
And the only assurance of whether you're awake or dreaming,
Is the constant reminder of the state of your wreckage.
Silver lining to every dark cloud?
Does that still apply when the darkness begins to shroud,
The very light they call existence.....

The human mind is a wonderful anomaly,
Prone to struggle with stubborn persistence,
Even under siege, it forms resistance.
To cling onto the shadows,
if only just to find the source of light ..
Isn't that right?
Well how about when dark days flow seamlessly into empty nights,
When the very numbness you posses is like a knife,
Slowly cutting its way through your mind,
And the spear that is norms & expectations comes crashing through your side.
You're not being crucified.
But could you still hold that you're alive,
When the cold face of your darkness arrives,
And you're infront of a mirror with those very same eyes you might otherwise have prized
Bringing your demise and the sad realisation that you're alone,
On your own.
You're on the phone, but there's no reception,
There's no connection,
Strangling on the wire...
But there's no breath, nothing left..
But your C-minor and your treble cleft.
And the piano keys mercilessly play your dirge
You feel bereft of every happiness you see others feel,
Your curl you lips upwards into what was to be a smile,
You hold it there a while and you sigh,
Releasing your soul.
Letting it escape your body into the world
Of endless realities.
Perhaps there it might become whole..

!!! you should pass that on to MUSE - they should make a song of it, right? I mean... basically...

whatgoingonhere? :-) wait a second ... I'll dig a bit...


- - - - - - - - - - - -

canned heat,
once was neat

canned soul,
once was whole

canned beer,
drain your fear


snow fell down,
lost her crown

still the night,
lost her light

on her wave,
still is brave

waiting for,
bitch to come,
wolf to come,
sing along

crying for herself,
up on her wave,
down in her cave


monsters come,
shadows come,
angels come,
all is one

in the snow,
at the cost
of innocence lost

You're hopes has become my burden
I will go and find my own liberation

- Bleak from rwby

by - Stephen Dobyns -


Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited.


. . .

I like this song a lot...., her comes (my) "translation":

I tried to keep the rhymes, when possible.
It is not translated word by word (which would not sound nice, IMHO).
I also tried to obtain the style of the song (as good as a non-author can do such a thing...).


Mist

they stand closely embraced
a blend of flesh, long off their youth
where the sea touches the land
she wants to tell him all the truth

though her words, them ates the wind
where the sea is at it's end
trembling, she holds his hand
and kissed him on his brow

she holds the evening in her chest
and knows she has to go
she lays her head down in his lap
and pleads for a last kiss

and then he kissed her
where the sea is at it's end
her lips weak and faint
and his eyes get wet

the last kiss was long ago
the last kiss
he can't remember anymore

Snow White: We have rested long enough. Frost to fire and fire to frost. Iron will melt. But it will writhe inside of itself! All these years, all I've known is darkness. But I have never seen a brighter light than when my eyes just opened. And I know that light burns in all of you! Those embers must turn to flame. Iron into sword. I will become your weapon! Forged by the fierce fire that I know is in your hearts! For I have seen what she sees. I know what she knows. I can kill her. And I'd rather die today than live another day of this death! Who will ride with me? Who will be my brother?

I have to go to bed, my heart is bad... f***

Hi Elizabeth, I "see" you reading this all some day or the other, when ... outofwordssorry... when you do, write a card to my kids...

byebye, see you tomorrow :-)

kidsI love them both - as much as I can, yet I hurt them in many ways being what I am, .... I tried so hard to make them happy... I cant stand to see my daughter cry sometimes... I hope she can forgive me some day...

Fleetwood Mac ("Man of the world") would be quoted here:

"I don't say I'm a good man, but I would be if I could"

just one line - enough of a poem!

It is all so sad... I'll dig out some more...

she has a secret she never tells
the girl on the shore
watching the waves

a wave all herself
she has a secret she never tells

been a liar for all of her life
the lying girl, the dying girl

think some saw what she relly was
and they screamed
a monster - and lost

blue fades out

winter comes
and the wind
hits me hard

brings all the snow
that blinds my sight
all the snow
that made me mad

was all of you
I ever had

old pump - running steady
old machine - running heavy

engine on - sing your song
flying down - into town
get your things - in your trunk
so she sings
lost your dreams - with your junk

so she sings - in her car
so she's driving - off and far

here she can't be who she is
so she's driving - fast as this
home to her baby
back to her lady
long way to go
all through the snow

... was written in the very minute...


see you soon

*NoWords*
Snow, you got something. I'm not gonna get myself caught up in a linguistic knot by trying to say what it is.
But you got something.

I wish I had something :(

Bushido-SEMPAI xD
We got something alright





We got our soul, does that count?

Snow, you got something
I know

I wish I had something :(
You have






I'll be back tonight, have to work a bit today... see you

Bushido-SEMPAI xD
We got something alright this is actually good to see the 'young luck' arising... ;-)

I have some roses in the garden... you can see it on GoogleEarth , hehe
Some fine day we all might meddle there, have some Papst Blue Ribbons and
just watch their leaves fall down to the ground...

this is from today.... about my life the last months....



I went out with nothing on
houses, streets and gardens
abandoned places
without time
endless moments, endless fear
not a place to stay, my dear
I went out with nothing on
the empty streetmap in my mind

what does Sempai mean?

Bushido, I wonder, what your teacher said about that poem, ... I can hardly rememberthe time back in school, yet I think there could be many things done differently... considering poetry, it was only "interpretation" all the time - I mean, who would dare to "know" what these writers really meant? LOL...

INSTEAD, think, mightbe a better ideas to lettheir students write on their own... ha, many rappers are poets actually, the like also other musicians... this is something I ... "always wanted to be alble to do"... well, nevermind, someone else might make songs out of it... or not :-)I'll try to "convince" my friend... someday, we will see

Got 80%.

As requested:

don't cry.

But when I do,
I'm inconsolable.
Until I stop,
Be it one minute or 15 minutes later.

So, really I can't say about you,
But when I cry,
You will know what crying is

yes... it is very (useful) to get it down to something simple... short... and so on...

the shorter, the harder it hits... see, Mr. Dobyns poem is quite good, yet it could be shorter and have more impact ;-)

I stand alone in the darkness
Drench in the rain
With no one to talk to
No one to be with
Because every step I take is wrong for you
Then I ask myself, 'what have I done?'
And I hear myself saying, 'everything'
Then I went silent

this forum is still quite young... there will be a time when it will be more "lively" sure... by then readers will "feel" your genius... I'm not kidding, kid, at least not in the poetry thread ... ;-)

made a german one today, put it in translator, will be "precise" enough...

Und die schwarze Decke des Tages legt sich über mich
und da frag ich mich, wie nur find ich dich
In dieser schweren Zeit
unvorstellbar weit
du siehst nicht was ich sehe
kennst nicht den Weg
den ich gehe
kennst nicht den schmalen Steg
auf dem ich stehe

now I'll have some tortellinis , I like italian food, also the whole italian "attitude"/way of life... would be a nice country to be :-)

I like "Carmen" a lot... so why not put it here...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6K8Uq88BEQ

have to type text off from the booklet... oh, I'm a bit tired.... tomorrow :-)

Darlin', darlin', doesn't have a problem
Lyin' to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf
It's alarming, honestly, how charming she can be
Fooling everyone, telling them she's having fun

She says, "You don't want to be like me
Don't want to see all the things I've seen"
I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age"
Lyin', I'm lyin'

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audiotune lies, she's still shinin'
Like lightning, oh, white lightning

Carmen, Carmen, stayin' up till morning
Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean
It's alarming, truly, how disarming you can be
Eating soft ice cream, Coney Island queen

She says, "You don't want to be like me
Lookin' for fun, gettin' high for free"
I'm dyin', I'm dyin'
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Street walk at night, and a star by day"
It's tirin', tirin'

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audiotune lies, she's still shinin'
Like lightning, oh, white lightning

Baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go
That's the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favours
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now the camera's on
And you're alive again

Mon amour
Je sais que tu m'aimes aussi
Tu as besoin de moi
Tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie
Tu ne peux vivre sans moi
Et je mourrais sans toi
Je tuerais pour toi

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audiotune lies, she's still shining
Like lightnin', oh, white lightning

Like lightnin', oh, white lightning
Like lightnin', oh, white lightning

Darlin', darlin', doesn't have a problem
Lyin' to herself, 'cause her liquor's top shelf



well, why do I like "Carmen" so much? If there ever was a poem 'bout me it'd be Carmen, dunno ;-) LOL
Admittedly, I don't understand the french part! anyway...

great, isn't it?

A rose is a rose is a rose Gertrude Stein

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_is_a_rose_is_a_rose_is_a_rose


also nice, . . . very nice . . . maybe the best "poem" ever...