I hear your voice, it never ends, its ringing in my ears
Day on day and into months and months turn into years
You say I’m weird, that I don’t fit, a ginger headed geek
But what is normal,? what will fit? Am I such a freak?
You say my skins too pale and I need to get a tan
You tell me you will get me, but catch me if you can
You say I need to shut my mouth, but I have much to say
You tell me you’ll make sure that I won’t live another day
You say that I'm too thin or fat, nothing is quite right
I mock you for your ignorance, you may bark but you can't bite
Too late I see the flash of steel, the blade into my skin
Ok you win I’ll be quiet, I’ll never speak again
Beneath the ground I find my voice and you can hear me yell
I’ll meet with you one last time and watch you burn in hell

Cast a pebble on the pond and watch it spread it’s hands
See the ripples grow until it finally reaches land
A seed will grow, entangle all and soon light will be shade
The forest will consume where there was once a sunny glade
Hate does grow like this if allowed its liberty
The chains that tie it to your heart will never let you free

Not posted in here for a while, lol.

Here's a little Christmas one I found.



Christmas Bells
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

There was a Land that was Happy
Who felt a brooding for nappy
When in Rome as they say
At fornication she'll play
Morning sickness will then make her snappy!


:devil:

Hahahaha, here's an example of why I shoudn't write when drunk/stoned. :hugesmile:


Depression #1 [Feast]

Smash my face into the wall, and run into the mahogany bed posts
Cry myself to sleep, weep, scream, breakdown fall.
Lock the night away from my face, take the jar away from my claws
Jam the doors and thunder my confused, angry, lost rage.
7 times a melancholy, 3 times low-self esteem.
Bite my tongue and urge to jump from the roof on which I stand
(or lure myself to be pushed by a temptations hand)...

Bitter gin taste on my tongue stud tonight,
Fear the fight before sunlight, it’s not right,
But my head tells me to go, flow, drown in my own sorrow.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t be here, maybe I’ll be gone from sight,
I plead to stay, but also beg to be let go…

Batter the last bruises on my skin, flick away shameful sin,
Where to begin? Lets not as my strength wears thin,
So bleed out my wrists, clench my fists, why bother trying to resist,
I know the time is here, I don’t fear, goodbye to my doors,
Let them close as I hold my last grin, wear out the page,
4 times the tears, weeping, bleeding,
I’ll join the world in which I was born and let those who starve eat,
For those who starve I won’t be breathing
But instead feeding…

Sir

Two seconds sir, I’ll be right with you sir, bear with me sir I just have to do this quickly sir.

Please just wait by the door sir, please be patient sir, someone will see you shortly sir.

Sorry to keep you waiting sir, table for two sir, would you like to follow me sir, yes just this way please sir.

Here you go sir, is this ok for you sir? By the window sir, take a seat sir, I’ll be with you shortly sir.

Apologies for the delay sir, what would you like to drink sir, you’re ready to order sir, what would you like sir?

I’m really sorry sir, but we’re out of that today sir, how about this instead sir, no I’m sorry we have none of that either sir.

Very good choice sir, I’ll go fetch it now sir, hold the ice sir? As you wish sir, I’ll be back as soon as I can sir.

Here we go sir, again sorry for the delay sir, we’re rather busy today sir, your food will be with you shortly sir.

Bear with me sir, I'm just serving this table sir then I'll be with you sir, yes I heard you sir, I just said I'm serving this table sir.

Right hello again sir, what seems to be the problem sir, you’ve waited half an hour sir? My apologies sir, I’ll go chase it up now for you sir.

I’m afraid it’s going to be another ten minutes sir, it’s behind other orders sir, you don’t want to wait sir? You’re a busy man I see sir.

No need to raise your voice sir, I understand your frustrated sir, would you like a drink on the house sir? Please calm yourself down sir, I’m trying to help you sir.

You don’t want my help sir, you just want a refund sir, and to see me fired sir, wonderful sir, here’s a feedback form sir, you have to go online sir.

Here’s your money back sir, my apologies again sir, take care now sir, hope to see you again sir, have a good day sir, I’ll close the door behind you sir...

...Lets hope I never see you in here again hey sir.

*wants to hear you read that* ^ :amazed:

I just read it out loud in my room and was getting right into the scene it portrays. I started getting angry and impatient as if I was actually talking to this guy. :hugesmile:

lmao *imagines you doing that*

:amazed: You so need to record it and let us listen!!!

Maybe one day in the future. I got other projects to get on with at the moment. :)

Okay boo, I'll look forward to it anyway :amazed:

I'm going to start dumping my songs here because I've been writing a lot more lately. I know it's not technically poetry but lyrics without music as of yet ... you know ... virtually poetry.

Unknown Girls

Unknown girls to be found throughout
Their nectar sweet accents I could do without
When I'm trying to settle on what's really around
A barren plane, the worst kind of drought

Unknown girls they come through the screen
Causing all that's natural to rip at the seams
And I kick and I scream within of without
As a perverted mindset rises from doubt

Unknown girls to watch but not touch
No communication, not a word
No situation or any kind of relation
Just temporary relief from a world of hurt

Unknown to me, and me to them
Can't have or hold
Can't confide or be told
Anything but unknown girls I have to go without.

It's pretty obvious what it's about beneath all the lurvely versing. God I really ought to start having more sex again.

I'd still class it as poetry. ;)

Crass, filthy poetry.

I'll balance it out with something more positive next.

I wouldn't worry. Most of mine are depressing. Lol.

Same here. Although it should never be a reflection of self. It always just seems that people reach for the pen when they are sad rather than happy.

Still I feel weird now for polluting the thread with my debauched wank prose.

Lol, no worries. I enjoy reading most things. That's the joy with writing, it's all different. :)

Stoke the fires of burning flesh
Free the spirits and let them rest
Release the captive hearts above
Carry gentle clouds of love
Hand to me your thoughts and deeds
For they will slow your journey’s speed
I’ll keep them safe inside my head
I’ll nurture them and keep them fed
We fan the flames and see them prance
And you and I will have our dance
Satan’s tango, steps of death
Will guide our feet and burn our flesh
As we glide across the floor
You will not harm me anymore

Rhino. :love:

The jaws of despair are tightening around
A deafening silence, a noiseless sound
Sharpened teeth piercing, spoiling virginal flesh
My thoughts seeking refuge, a place to rest
The darkness of light, the confusion of calm
My heart feel s a chill but my blood remains warm
No solace to find, no corner to hide
A drought in my eyes, not a tear will I cry
My words disappear, though I know I have spoke them
I will step off the edge in a fall never broken
I feel you pursue, yet I know no ones there
My eyes are tight shut but I’m fixed with my stare
Razor teeth in my flesh are dripping with bile
The depth of the darkness is there in your smile
I pray to be gone even though I am nowhere
Light will chase you away, send you back to your lair
When it comes, it will bring with it life once again
And your sorrow can wait in your venomous den

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (only poem in my english anthology that I liked, I think it is so powerful and great and love the themes)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

:love: this poem Charlie O