Scratch Posted November 21, 2007 Share Posted November 21, 2007 For you. --------- I plainly see you in gilded frames Smiling, you look through my gaze. As though I was a window pane Through which you watch the rain. Your eyes reveal an autumn day; A wishing well; a roundalay. A simple pool as deep as sky By which my heart abides. Well you know I hit the bottom And I smoked my last cigarette. And the times we spent are somehow gone. Lord knows I have my regrets. Each day I gaze at frames of you Your smile, your beautiful eyes. Each day a passage serpentine Paved with honey and turpentine. Well you know I hit the bottom And I smoked my last cigarette. And the times we spent are somehow gone. Lord knows I have my regrets. Awaken me beneath a laurel tree Tomorrow beside the sea. And share my mind, and be my wine A draught of which will end my rain. Well you know I hit the bottom And I smoked my last cigarette. And the times we spent are somehow gone. Lord knows I have my regrets. ~Andrew Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scratch Posted November 21, 2007 Author Share Posted November 21, 2007 For you (reprise): ------------------- You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Yes ... you. I would respect, worship and cherish you for the rest of your life ... just because of who you are now. Your beauty is the spark of the ever-burning sun. It will never fail. As days pass and life changes; as youth tarnishes and experience jades ... the foundation of my love for you would never fade. Because it is love I feel when I look into your eyes ... eternal and unchanging. You can have it all ... for free. Never bought ... only freely given to you as an offering to my deepest and most humble Love for you. Prasad, my Love ... prasad will never be expected from your Goddess hands. Your side-glance stare is your only command. I ask for nothing in return ... only your permission to love you with every bend and turn ... as Time passes my withering body into the eternal fixture of God's own hand ~Andrew Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scratch Posted November 21, 2007 Author Share Posted November 21, 2007 For you, sincerely: --------- Contemplation of my ailing disposition reveals to me a deficiency; an ever-present, hollow panoply that dresses my sallow, soulless frame when I painfully try to say your syllable-less name. This deficiency plagued me since before my birth, surely; I know this must be true because of the depth of my rue in the search I have made since my infant day; crying out the name of she who never came. My memory is old and the same; a faded film with missing frames, crackling past my reeling mind on scratched and blurry sheets of diaphanous cellophane. Yet your face is close and clear; I just cannot recall your name. It does not ease my misery knowing that, though you once were, you may yet never be. I love you so much that when I see the spark of your soul in another’s eyes, despite the reason, rhyme or guise, I fall in love with the part of her that’s you I see. I desperately want you to know that I love you with a love so tender, and have been trying to tell you for as long as I can remember; and from this pining, winding, heartfelt, binding need I wish so earnestly to be freed. ~Andrew Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
manderlyh Posted November 21, 2007 Share Posted November 21, 2007 I'm going to let you guys guess what these poems are actually about: What if? What if you shut up? What if you let someone else talk? What if we wrote fiction? What if I could sit still? What if I was engaged? What if I was interested? What if you cared? What if there was someone other than you? What if the entire class liked this class? What if I hadn’t wasted my money? What if I could make myself care? Too bad I can’t make you care. You, you, you! You’d drive off the road while interviewing yourself in the car because you don’t realize that there is a WORLD that isn’t interested in you. You’d slam into the car in front of you and be surprised that they weren’t dropping everything to let the world revolve around you. Self-absorption is not interesting. You’d slam into the car in front of you and be shocked that it didn’t get out of your way when it saw you coming. You’d slam into the car in front of you and be offended that they didn’t know you well enough to understand who deeply involved in yourself you are to move out of the way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrum Posted November 26, 2007 Share Posted November 26, 2007 I see the sea I saw the sea I see the saw I saw the saw Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Electrophile Posted November 26, 2007 Share Posted November 26, 2007 Roses are red, Violets are blue. That's what they say, but it just isn't true. Roses are red, and apples are too. But violets are violet. Violets aren't blue. An orange is orange, but Greenland's not green. A pinky's not pink, so what does it mean? To call something blue when it's not, you defile it. But aww, what the heck? It's hard to rhyme "violet". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spatdrastik Posted November 26, 2007 Share Posted November 26, 2007 this doesn't have a title Fear not the god of the god fearing man We torment the priest and slaughter the lamb Cast out from the garden they wandered and wept Hidden in mist we quietly slept Cain slew his brother and Lillith awoke She sought him out and to him she spoke When she drank of him they hid from the sun By the light of the moon the change had begun The children of Adam who dared to judge Cain We fell on them with numbers like rain Like a tide we consumed them, an ocean of blood Mankind's destruction they blame on a flood We bound them in chains while they prayed to their god Long ago in the emerald cities of Nod We feasted on flesh, flayed skin to the bone Drank deeply of blood that was spilled on the stone Violent beginnings with fang and with claw Cain had become the giver of law Hurt not the kine, they like cattle and sheep Who toil the days of our ages of sleep The finger of fate is a vampire hand Man is given to us to command The enlightened ones are kings among slaves For we own them all, from cradles to graves Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrum Posted November 26, 2007 Share Posted November 26, 2007 Alright.....Let's get some music to all these lyrics. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MS1 Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 While Turning Out The Sheets While turning out the sheets I found a blouse Abandoned when the bed was warm and sparks were flying The scent of her perfume, her presence, adhered to it still Breathing it in I felt my dull melancholy flutter up into my mouth Into a bloom of bittersweetness Like warm blood pumping into a butterflies powdered wings Like a sweet taste remembered Like ashes I shuddered and she was gone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alinds Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 Afternoons I miss the way your smile lightens up my day You've gone away To someplace where I'm not And I hope your return will come soon So we can waste away Precious afternoons With each other But if your return doesn't arrive I will assume That you're happy without me And that is perfectly fine In fact I encourage it Even if I'm not there And I too will find my true love Who's someone else And not you Even though I may prefer You I'll have to settle for others But who knows if that'll be fair settlement I feel like I'm born in cement And I can't move To the sounds and the winds That grace nearly every afternoon Afternoons that we used to live through Aren't there Anymore My life has turned into such a bore How I long for The return of you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ALEISTER CROWLEY Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 Thirst!, She it is, she that found me In the morphia honeymoon; With silk and steel she bound me, In her poisonous milk she drowned me, Even now her arms surround me, Stifling me into the swoon That still-but oh, how rarely!- Comes at the thrust of the needle, Steadily stares and squarely, Nor needs to fondle and wheedle Her slave agasp for a kiss, Hers whose horror is his That knows that viper womb, Speckled and barred with black On its rusty amber scales, Is his tomb- The straining, groaning, rack On which he wails-he wails! Dragon of lure and dread, Tiger of fury and lust, The quick in chains to the dead, The slime alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death, dissolution! Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness? She waits for me, lazily leering, As moon goes murdering moon; The moon of her triumph is nearing; She will have me wholly soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrum Posted January 22, 2013 Share Posted January 22, 2013 From Ogden Nash (a distant relative on my Mother's side) The Germ A mighty creature is the germ, Though smaller than a pachyderm. His customary dwelling place Is deep within the human race. His childish pride he often pleases By giving people strange diseases. Do you, my poppet, feel infirm? You probably contain a germ. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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