[crisper]

A couple works in progress / disjointed thoughts. No names for either.






Wanting what I can't have
Brings despair
Despair brings Nothingness
Nothingness makes me want
What I don't have
My lack of having what I don't have
Brings Madness
Madness brings
Stasis

Spinning fast
Sitting still





Falling down
Kept apart, held back
From joy is my purpose

Cast out, forced away
From the light of smiles
Deficient in basic human
Connection

The lies you told
The stories you sold
Caustic
Acid Rain
Migraine

All hope is gone
Yet life plods on

I want to cry, I feel I'll die
I'd give an eye
For one last honest try

Nada, Zip, Zilch, Zero
Please help me Jesus
My Saviour
My hero

Further I slide
I hate this Fucking ride
From the pain
There's no place to hide

Broken
With no hope for repair
Swan Dive
To the pit of despair

I can't work
I can't eat
I can't sleep
Only cry
Only weep

[Kylan]

Old Jack Horner's dead and gone.
He thumbed his plumbs and planted seeds
And lived and laughed and frittered free
Against the fate that all men see,
But still he's dead and gone.

[Tony]

I wrote this almost a year ago

Darkest hour, clouded soul,

Watchmen sleep above the brew,

Chaos lingers ever lightly,

Columns, rows crisscross all,

Nightly statues howl into the gloom.

Ravenous eyes, tilted head,

The leader doth command,

Sending files marching out,

All thin, all veneer, all cold, all dead.

Wind, stabs at the very heart but,

The leader takes no notice, unassailed.

Flocks veer about in grace, silence,

Light dead, flame extinguished,

Dreary, dreary, cold and dark.

Grasses bare, hemlock growing,

No one dares to speak of knowing.

Masks, façades, played on both sides,

Discovery, revelation, all but out of sight.

Shades of anger, grief, fear,

Hold them in, encase the door.

Bereft of life, infirm of purpose,

Staring blindly at the shadowed wall.

Striving vines bite one another, bite the last oak,

Guarding soiled ground, spoiled place.

Flares, movements, none their own,

Capture the highest branch jutting so slightly,

Drawing back within their lair, cold, dark.

Lifeless, mangled, vindictive eyes condemn,

Lifeless, mangled, dreary, cold, dead,

Dead, forevermore, lifeless, lingering,

Haunting, wilting, lacking, soulless,

Masses, formless, marching, dying,

Eternal, never-ending, none in sight,

Despair, icy despair, no life to live.

Formless, formless as the void we enter from,

Formless as the death which pervades us all —

Wait! Across the hills, from the mountains

A blaze erupts! Towering higher with every gasp,

Gaining air, gaining ground,

Shocking thing, a roaring sound!

Oceans tremble, surfaces rumble,

Glass shatters, shrouds tear,

Lies crumble, hypocrisy burns,

Spears of light pierce the darkness,

Vengeful bolts slam the earth,

Arise! Arise! Go forth to victory!

One of the crowd stands to face, alone

Righteous crusaders, carry on!

Drive off the darkness, let free the light.

On and on the battle raged, nature uproarious,

Forests upended, seas churning, clouds brewing,

Oaths proclaimed, courage sets loose,

Cascading down upon earth’s withered foes.

Sparks ignite, one steps forward,

Ignoring not Death’s taunts,

Standing off, one-to-one,

Let fly hope, let fly life!

But the one who stood was unafraid,

Daring Death to duel, the whole world stopped,

Leering at the mouth, Death grinned,

For surely no man of earth would defeat him.

Strike, justice! Strike, vengeance!

The one, Life, held the fire over his head,

That Death couldn’t reach to, was his sepulchral ire.

“Know thy destiny,” quoth the hooded leader,

Wielding scythe against unsheathed sword.

Fate lay in clear sight as the two

Battled through Hell and back,

Leaving dark orchestrations upon the way,

Strange blights peppered the ground before them.

Writhing, twisting, coiling, snarling, biting:

Twin blades meet and break, meet and break,

Showering a corona of sparks over the spectators

Attentioned and glimpsing vividly, the sparring Life and Death.

One, to give; the other, to take,

One, to praise; the other, to damn,

One, to laugh; the other, to curse,

One, to sing; the other to taunt,

One, to dance; the other, to ossify,

One, to create; the other, to destroy.

Life’s hours and Death’s nights careening out,

Sunset lasts, never hindered, always drowning,

Sunrise starts, growing greater, the hills sing.

[Le9acyMuse]

I wrote this almost a year ago

Darkest hour, clouded soul,

Watchmen sleep above the brew,

Chaos lingers ever lightly,...


Life’s hours and Death’s nights careening out,

Sunset lasts, never hindered, always drowning,

Sunrise starts, growing greater, the hills sing.

Quite a slew of thoughts there. Is it all a metaphor or should it be taken literally?

[Le9acyMuse]

This is an excerpt


What a clever one, what a clever one you are
In your words, your lips, your kiss is the deadliest drug

Your blind advances leave me hangin'
Your kiss for luck, a travestied romance built aloft within
Love and lust

"Wan'na play my game?"
"A kiss for luck"
"Play my game with me"

I see it in your eyes
I think you're losing
Tell me if I'm right

I'm not gonna lie
I think you're giving

In to me, in to me

[MilkyWay132]

Who am I?

Who am I? Who am I really?
Am I who I think I am?
or am I just trying to deceive myself
into believing I'm
someone I'm not.

Who am I? Who am I really?
Am I who I think I am,
or am just deluding myself
into thinking I'm someone else.

Who am I? Who am I really?
Am I who I think I am,
or I am pretending to be someone
I think I should be?

Am I staying true to myself,
or am I really just tricking myself...
Am I being who I really am,
or is this all just a mask?

So, who am I? Who am I really?
Am I as unique as I think I am,
or am I just a ordinary, mundane girl
trying to delude myself
into believing I'm somebody else...?


Lost

Lost, he is
but not like you think he is
Lost, he isn't, in the wilderness.
Lost, he is, inside himself.

Lost, he is, inside himself
He can't get outside himself
He can't escape himself
He's trapped inside himself...

Lost, he is, inside himself
He'll never be able to escape himself
He will stay inside himself
forevermore

Lost, he is, inside himself
He will never get outside of his head
He wants someone to rescue him
from living all his life in his head---

Lost, he is, inside himself,
stuck in his fantasy world
for all his life
He wants somebody
to save him from himself

Lost, he is, inside himself
He knows he's going to waste
all his life in his head,
but he knows nobody cares
to rescue him from living
his whole life in his head.

[sugarhiccup]

I'm happy..

Not because of someone else..

Not because of peace of mind..

Not because of things I bought..

Not even of the nice and funny stories I read..

Nor the chocolates I ate..

I'm happy..

Because you wanted me to..

But you don't know that, do you?..


Composed on: August 11, 2006

[Rainbow]

Finally! Some poetry online found that actually makes freakin' sense.
As a Type 4 I find it hard to see real and/or relatable depth in a lot of poetry from others that I come across.

[sugarhiccup]

Stranger...

You've been a stranger in my life
When you passed by, I don't care much
When we look at each other, we just smile
And after that, we just walk by...

Friend...

Accidentally, we met again
We talked, and then you called me "friend"
I knew right then our friendship starts;
We're always together & never been apart...

Bestfriend...

Long & happy years went by
Still you care for me so much
Then you said you love me so
And strange! I feel the same also...

Lovers...

We've been lovers for long, sweet years
And we're so happy; no fears and tears...
But then one day, you've been so cold
"Let's call it Quits!, to me you've told...

Enemies...

I hated you for what you've done
Coz you took my heart & now you're gone
"Another girl" is the reason why you left me
And now we treat each other as an enemy...

Stranger once more...

You'll be a stranger in my life once more
But it's not like the way before
For all I know, there'll be "no more"
Friends, Bestfriends & Lovers once more...

*I composed this poem when I was 14 y/o. This poem is based on my friend's experience. I made this poem for her.

[Valiums]

Agh, I wrote this one last night on the spur-of-the-moment that I simultaneously think is really great and incredibly stupid. I was extremely happy when I wrote it.
Once again, I fail to keep my rhyme and meter alive.

As it shines so bright
what light upon my heart
can compare to you?

I trace the mirror's edge
and blow soft kiss to my perfection.

Oh, to be me, to be thee,
narcissistic like gold cordial in crystal bottles.

Pour a drop, never stop,
with that bright potion.