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Discussion in 'Writers Forum' started by does2, Feb 7, 2009.

  1. does2

    does2 Member

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    I wrote this in the opiate thread, like it so much I wanted to post it here:

    A great pressure pressing and no sign of lessening.
    He whistles or sings a happy song, but it comes out depressing.
    It is refreshing, but breeds negative vibes,
    impacting lives, and surely this is cannot be the way.
    Embrace it? Just wait another day? But remember, we all pay.
    An actor born into a role, sadly, all he can do is play.
    Why confined to charades, why construct barricades?
    "It is safe here, no worry, you can stay" Keep the two of spades.
    Cards may not be an actors trade, but if the hand is well played...

    Observe all, and it may be a fallacy.
    May see a miracle, may see a tragedy, your eyes fall upon all,
    Even the actor. Performing candidly, if it is fake depends on perception, that is the call.
    It's importance, again, is subject to the viewer's final drawl.
    Vying for approval, dying for acceptance. This is the way of an actor.
    In this, he finds relevance, happiness and candor.
    Not knowing of the slander, vile banter and authentic resentment.
    This is the nature of the play, watch or participate, do not neglect it.
     
  2. hnugginbuggin

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    use me and abuse me could you know how
    to fuck with me, rupture a knee just to take a crooked bow.
    the cement made of little stars,
    like your eyes meet the supernovas as your face hits the ground
    but you know i'll be there to help you stand in your wake
    cause im the one yeah im the one
    whose love for life she just couldn't fake.


    w/b
     
  3. rambleON

    rambleON Coup

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    word. i like your play on words , does2 daw.
     
  4. does2

    does2 Member

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    She crushes and cares. But don't blush.
    She pushes and glares, it's always a pretty rush.

    Stand next to the train as it prowls. She wants us to.
    Bare the pain as it howls, she needs you to.

    No, you need a pair, maybe it's time to flush?
    Is this choice fair? Too late to consider "enough".

    Committing too many personal fouls. She wants your lips blue.
    Hide my shame with a cowl. Now, I need to.

    To be continued...
     
  5. does2

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    It's finished. Over.
    No more, diminished.
    Unlimited? I wish.

    Toner spilled. Stain
    Personal blotches, explain
    Tear drop rain, pain.

    Alabaster appearance.
    Listen up, do you hear this?
    I don't. Bliss.

    Cursed, gifted, Monroe.
    Glow, you are not alone.
    It's back, and not just for show.
     
  6. la Principessa

    la Principessa Member since '08

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    Beautiful.
     
  8. ~*hempy ∞ empires*~

    ~*hempy ∞ empires*~ Member

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    yes! you are very good with words my friend, each line pulls me along further into the poem, it snags you yaknow... it has its own sort of gravity do to the rhythm and rhyme of it, and yet it contains great meaning... not easy to do both, so I applaud very heartily!!! :D
     

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