Time to Share??

[theREALsun]

Does anyone around these forums like to write poetry or lyrics or ficiton or non or anything?

Just curious to see if we could get a shared poetry thread going......

anyone interested? :D

[longhairedhippiechic]

I used to write poetry and stories everyday, but it got to be too much, so now I have a little tape recorder, so I can speak the line or story, its a awesome thing to do if you have a lot of ideas. So yeah I'll play my tape back and then post some stuff. Songs are my favorite thing to write.

peace
never war

[BandAide]

poem 1

I am on a walk-only freeway of women who look a lot like me.
Long white women with rosie cheeks and fair skin

I look like a woman who will be able to cook a nice soufflé
And make interesting conversation with my loyal loving husband
And bake whole wheat bread on Saturday
And soup when it’s cold
For the rest of my life
And never be bored

The sort of woman who does not dye her hair
The sort of woman who does not tuck her tummy
After a baby
Or lift her breasts
Or have extramarital affairs.

I wish I’d been a slut
I wish I’d fucked 200 men.

I wish I’d been a slut
While I still had the opportunity.

There is something so interesting to me about beautiful girls who are comfortable enough with their bodies to have orgasms with men they’ve met only two hours prior.

There is something seductive to me about girls who can say words that to repeat here would be contrived and out of character.

I wish I had shameful fantasies and an appreciation for pornography

I wish I didn’t see a connection between the sex industry and the exploitation of constructed women

But I’m on a walk-only freeway of women who look a lot like me
Long white women with rosie cheeks and fair skin

I’m on a walk-only freeway of women who look a lot like me
Living vicariously through cable television




poem 2

I thought I would be wise-
Or at least some sort of haughty
Some sort of elegance
Some sort of cavalier sophistication
That doesn’t need to try or vie for the type of beauty that is airbrushed.

I thought I would be forty-four by the time I turned twenty-eight.
Or at least I’d not get dressed every day—that way.
Some sort of housewife living inside of me and
Her hands are cracked from plenty o’ work.
Some sort of character has animated my silence
And her perspective is panoramic

I am an ordinary woman
Hushed and damaged and loved and used.
I have an ordinary family
Poor and humble and brightly illuminated.

I make things with my hands
I make things for you to eat
I am rich beyond my wallet
I am fat beyond my body



poem 3

The Music Show

The girls who like the music make a hobby of complaint.
Their lives are so boring, so ugly and so trite.
The girls who like the music do not discern before they humiliate.
If I am one of them, let it be known that I am an imposter.

They have nothing to do but talk about the things that other people are busy accomplishing.
They have little more thought than a critical bubble- obvious, silly and deflectable.

Pop them,.
And they aren’t thinking at all.
Yet to deflate them,
Is practically impossible.

The girls who like the music make a hobby of starting trouble.
It’s Simon Says, It’s telephone, It’s Rock, Paper Scissors, it’s Mercy.
The girls who like the music do not care about each other.
The conniving dramatic over actors, can be seen at the show this Friday night.

[theREALsun]

Bandaide==> i enjoyed reading your poems
I want to reread them when I have more time
they seem to be of interest to me....
thanks for sharing :D


here is just something to post in a pinch......

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Transported to a realm-
I create- I close my eyes-
A place I’ll my own
Fresh, green pine trees with thoughts that whirl-
The branches sway- I escape- peace

This private realm- now opened eyes
Seeing only what they want to-
Selective imagination- I see you
And the colorful buds of My psyche-
Time is of matter- No- I forgot

I create- all the time- which I forgot about
Closed my eyes tight- now I remember- melancholy needles
Fall right from the fresh, green pine trees- my fault
The wind transported- I see what I want in color
But black and white consume angry light.

~am 2004
peace :D

[moonjava]

yup..i have them up on my deviantart website (http://moonjava.deviantart.com)
peace

[PEACE FROG]

Talking loud, drinking beer, talking for yourself to hear. Setting sails, spinning tales of how it used to be...better days, finner ways but there's no one around within your sound to dispute the things you say... you're a mindless man. Living your life for shallow pleasures, cities of light, drunkin nights, painted pleasures... you're a mindless man. Bringing me down to what you understand, you say you've got the master plan. Tell me how to live, tell me how to be, but your life's not what I want for me. No thank you MINDLESS MAN. :) Eddie B. :) I hope you guys like this, I wrote it as an angry young man.... Now I just smile alot. :cool:

[theREALsun]

Talking loud, drinking beer, talking for yourself to hear. Setting sails, spinning tales of how it used to be...better days, finner ways but there's no one around within your sound to dispute the things you say... you're a mindless man. Living your life for shallow pleasures, cities of light, drunkin nights, painted pleasures... you're a mindless man. Bringing me down to what you understand, you say you've got the master plan. Tell me how to live, tell me how to be, but your life's not what I want for me. No thank you MINDLESS MAN. :) Eddie B. :) I hope you guys like this, I wrote it as an angry young man.... Now I just smile alot. :cool:

not only do i love your words and find myself stuck to them
i woke up with peace frog in my head this morning
not kidding......
and you, sir, just made my day!
i printed your poem to hang by my desk today,
i hope that is cool......

peace :D

[PEACE FROG]

Thank you Real Sun I am greatful for your kind words. I am enjoying the writings of Band aide myself, very very cool! :) Thanks once again, your post made my day! ;)

[treehugger]

eerie...
eerie who'se body i'm in
the silent girl
befriended by her father
but too much...
blinfolded by her life
her will to survive
not just survive
revenge
a taste for blood...to match your eye
empathise
to share the blood
to break ties
to submit
to surrender
life
as we know it...in seek of innovation
to be the cutting edge
but rather
to treasure silence.

[treehugger]

Touch me because i need you
touch me because i cry
touch me because i touch you.

Touch you because you need me.
touch you because you cry
touch you because you touched me.