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anisette
(acolyte)
11/05/06 08:55 PM
NOW! new [re: JarethsGirl]  

What are you still doin here writing this pansy-ass poetry?! i told you to go see Borat! Now go on. Git!

meow


JarethsGirl
(stardust savant)
11/05/06 09:32 PM
Alliterate me, Kate new [re: anisette]  

I'm gonna bide my time till the iron's nice and hot and then GIT someone else to pay for me. Now here's some more faggy poetry for you!



She dashes through the falling leaves;
the clouds are rolling in
The midday sun, they seem to sleeve;
the forest, growing dim

The shadows cast a web of grey
upon her pallid face;
gliding with each sprightly stride
of dark and frightening grace

The wintry wind is dancing
with each ebon, velvet strand
that trails like a bewildered child,
gripped by a heedless hand

The branches bare reach out
in each direction but her own
Her body flashing through the trees
Her face as pale as bone

She hears her lonely footfalls pounding
o'er those fallen leaves,
her gaping lungs devouring cold
in deep and desperate heaves

Through the barren trees, she weaves;
her destination fading
But, in the path which lies ahead,
she prays that he's still waiting

She comes into a clearing;
looks upon the open space
Her chest becomes a hollow
when she cannot find his face

She feels her body yielding
to the rocky, ruthless ground
Intentions pinned between the earth
and languid limbs, unwound

The fallow floor beneath her halts
The fog enshrouds her sight
As she mourns the efforts spent
preventing urge from conquering fright

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

Remade/Remodeled
(acolyte)
11/07/06 00:50 AM
Variation on a single theme new [re: Persilot]  

You berated me for forgetting what you said when you walked away
but maybe I was drunk
or maybe it was just another day
I ceased to recall as soon as I fell asleep;
That grey city hardly incites lasting memories in anyone
but the most foolish and wise.

Though maybe I just chose to forget
the words you'd sonn regret
as you walked away that day in the drizzling rain
no I don't remember but I can see it in my mind,
perhaps a composite memory of every other time
I watched you walk away
and whispered to myself:
'I've lost her I've lost her I've lost her'
and reached for the whisky and...
well, you know

You blame me for forgetting
what you said when you walked away
well, if it helps then
it's on my mind most of the time
and I'll try to make it up to you...
someday

You hate me for forgetting
what you said when you walked away
well, the intention I admire but the words you can keep
and say to someone else
wherever you are now.


I'm sorry.


OK?

It's a celebration!

ghostlove
(crash course raver)
11/07/06 01:33 AM
bloody awful new [re: Persilot]  

The knife
cuts the flesh
when you bled
you called it theft
when i clean my knife
it is still dirty
now and forever
all is burning
i pull my hair
out of despair and anger
you sit and watch
glazed eyes of a stranger
i turn you around
and stab again
it takes longer to damage
and clear the din
it was already broke
i was helping you out
you needed a blanket
i needed a mouth
puddles of tears
strings of worry
lies and truths
different stories
when you wake up
my eyes are closed
you kiss my cheek
and i see my rose



Persilot
(acolyte)
11/07/06 07:18 PM
Re: bloody awful new [re: ghostlove]  

Sigh... I feel lovesick at the moment...

Autumn Rains

The fresh autumn rain has come again,
And drenched this grey world in crystal purity.
Let it wash away the cloying dirt,
And cleanse the lonely streets,
Perhaps to bring an echo of spring long lost.

Oh how my empty heart aches for her still,
More bitter sweet than autumns gentle rains,
Fairer to me than all the golden leaves in fallen splendour,
More lovely than the setting rays of sunshine.

As autumn fades to bitter winter,
And cruel and wicked frosts descend,
I long to feel her loving warmth,
For I fear my heart shall freeze.

"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."


Strawman
(chameleon, comedian, corinthian and caricature)
11/11/06 05:49 PM
Re: Didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry [re: Persilot]  

Life is a strange thing
It tends to make people make peculiar noises for no particular reason
Somebody close to me once claimed that they had actually heard a fox fart
I didn't believe them
Still don't




Sam_X
(electric tomato)
11/12/06 07:13 PM
Re: Didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poe [re: Strawman]  

To paraphrase my own song

Foxes at night
give a dim fart


Ha ha!

~
Heaven is a place where
Nothing ever happens


Persilot
(acolyte)
11/19/06 06:57 PM
As yet unpublished shite [re: Persilot]  

Here are two poems I wrote recently, one of them whilst heavily under the influence of alcohol... see if you can guess which one...

Poem 1:

WANTED. New Life.

Must include;

A kooky girl who makes me smile,
Sunny autumn afternoons,
Fondant fancies,
The smell of freshly washed sheets,
Canned laughter in 70's sitcoms,
Telephone calls from long lost friends,
Sand stuck between my toes,
And less of the bad things.

Poem 2:

Sometimes I feel like foot mouth,
Mixed up, ripped up heart,
Playing to your jigsaw motion
Trying not to laugh.

Sometimes I feel like lipless ear
Flame fanned lonely seer,
Reciting all your speeches,
Schisming your fears.

Sometimes I feel like finger toe,
Trapped in shuttered silk,
Searching for an upside exit,
Going for the kill.

Once I felt like heart mind,
Synergetic fate,
Hopping through the ether,
Searching for your faith.


"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."


Persilot
(acolyte)
11/19/06 07:20 PM
Drift [re: Persilot]  

Your alcoholic subterfuge couldn't last for long,
Now you're drowning in your sorrows,
In a world that's going wrong,
You've told your truths to liars,
Whilst watching sinning saints,
You know you're going wrong somewhere,
But you're leaving it too late.
I know your heart is shattered,
This facade is wearing thick,
But perhaps you'll find an answer soon,
Before you lose your drift.

"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."


Persilot
(acolyte)
11/22/06 04:20 PM
More! [re: anisette]  

Does anyone else find they can never think of appropriate names for their poems? Here's another one with no name, if you can think of a good one let me know.


Like a carwreck with no handbrake,
Or a shattered pane of glass,
Just putting back the pieces,
Ain't gonna bring her back.

Play host to all your obscene fears,
Make light of passing night,
But even haunted lust filled days,
Won't ever make it right.

So curse your gods and demons,
Find solace in your faith,
For when she left she unmade you,
And put me in your place.

"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."



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