I wrote these things.

-Life Journey 09/26/07

Wavelengths that unite,
coincidence is such a charm.
Unexpected parallels materialize,
Painting by numbers
the pieces of this puzzle.
There's no room
for spontaneous combustion.
So much predictability,
still --we say "Life is random"
Burst the bubble, Read the script.
Dont forget about destiny.
Traveling is always easy
if you can read the signs

 

Love it.

 

that always makes me smiley smile

 

-Present Point of View 10/26/07

I was the only one standing there
smoke
coming out of my lips
wind
wrapping itself against my skin
sun
teasing me with its heat
I could see
from above
the rush of life and its everyday routine
I could see
in front of me
the resting place of death
as if it was waiting for me
exact replicas of empty spaces
hundreds of them.
no one stood there
I was left alone
to see humanity fade into the horizon
light
became brighter
silence
grew louder
time
stopped
I don’t know for how long
I could not longer tell
out from in
in from out
and what is that in between?
I saw the layers unfold
each one
like a petal
then it all started again
the soundtrack was the first to play.

 

-Fall/Winter 2007 11/20/07

I stood outside in the cold
I could no longer feel my hands.
Slow numbness taking over,
though I still feel you in my heart.
not sure if it's really alive.
It hurts and I've grown to enjoy it.
I find pleasure in pain,
and that's how I like to lie to myself.
Dont get excited now, Im no masochist,
just very foolish,
yes sir, indeed!
You know it,
I know it,
but we still like to pretend.
The night is too quiet and the sky is too dark.
The more I look at it,
the more stars I find.
It's still so cold
and baby I dont got enough clothes on
I can hear my belly groan,
it begs for food,
everything is just so displeasing.
I try,
C'mon now!...
Please, dont say I dont try.
It's getting late,
I'm starting to hear those sounds again.
The wind takes me back inside,
I shut the door behind me as the warmth brings my body back to life.
I'm really starting to hate the sound of my own mind
and the people here,
they dont got what Im looking for.
I dont look for it, but the thinking never stops.
Incoherent
Fast paced,
and unstable
This is just another bad night in a lonely city
and this fall feels so much like a winter.

 

'This is just another bad night in a lonely city
and this fall feels so much like a winter.'


The last two lines of the last poem sum it up perfectly. We've all probably felt like this poem at some time or other but it is just another bad night.

I like a lot of the words you chose in this. This next bit especially.

'I find pleasure in pain,
and that's how I like to lie to myself.
Dont get excited now, Im no masochist,'


Overall, good stuff. Looking forward to more.
Peace,
A.

 

Thanks Aidan
I always feel like I can write better when Im sad, isnt it weird? At least something good comes out from something bad.

 

That's why I haven't added anything to my poetry thread in about two months...

I'm having too much of a good time. Things are going well, except for the writing. I suppose it is a good complaint to have. Hope things pick up for you soon. These sad moments should be looked at for what they are, moments that inspire us to write.

Peace,
A.

 

Distractions

Wake up; it’s always the same day.
Stretch or postpone getting out of bed.
Shower and cry, it’s always good to multitask
Talk, don’t forget to pretend is alright.
Smile, we must always be nice,
Walk, like there’s a destination,
Smoke, try to calm the thoughts
Laugh, don’t you get the joke?
Fuck, it has always been the cheapest of drugs
Drink and make things fun
Eat, it all tastes the same
Dream, more of a torture than an escape
Sleep, forget about waking.
Repeat and start again.

 

Repeat and start again.

Yes indeed.

Oh well, at least life inspires poetry... and yours is good.

Keep on rockin' in that free world

 

Thanks Pavel!

I'll keep on "rocking" :tongue:

 

Great stuff.



This is probably my favourite poem of yours. It's a sad reflection of modern day life, mine especially.



Peace,

A.

BTW, I love the line about fucking...

 

Thanks Aidan
It's sad, but it's true.

 

Slow, Slow Winter 01/01/08

Maybe I could freeze this feeling
forget about it until spring,
then it would bloom,
so pretty and new,
but it’s winter now
the white death surrounds me
tempting me with its peace
and your words come to me
like empty cups
waiting to be filled,
I got nothing to put in,
a stain is all we have left

 

fall/winter. i wish i could explain in words how it makes me feel

is it in you now to watch the things you gave your life to broken?
then stoop and build them up with worn out tools?
..you infatuate me

 

Im more into the letting things be, or at least that's what I try to do.

If my words can infatuate anybody, it has been a good day , I like that quote on your sig, it's true.

 

I'm really starting to hate the sound of my own mind
and the people here,
they dont got what Im looking for.
I dont look for it, but the thinking never stops.

something i wish i had created. and thanks =]

 

Thanks again, I'm glad you like it

 

Channel 1, I am -01/22/08


Life fluctuates,
taking pleasure in
watching things bounce.
Sometimes
the highs and lows invade me too.
I notice them,
so wrapped up in commercials,
they keep missing the story
alone in the audience,
I am the channel.

 

I've read a handful of your poems posted here, a lot to catch up on since it's been hard for me to have a long enough time to read but I like how you write. Very good, the one that stood out most so far is : ahh hell, too many.