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[Sgt. Nuker]

*blows dust off thread*

I apologize for the double post, but I have a poem of sorts that I'd like to share with you.

Walking Backwards Through The Woods

It's just another day
It's just another headache
this air I breathe is toxic
So far I can't feel anything
but the light is growing dimmer

You're just another person
You're just another loss
this heart of mine is broken
So far I can't feel anything
but the love is growing weaker

It's just another feeling
It's just another waste
My eyes are overrated
So far I can't see anything
and the light is growing dimmer

Someone put back the stars
so I can see the sun
It won't be the same without you
So far I've watched it come crashing down
but I don't feel a thing (anymore)

[Athena]

Nice poem, quite deep . Slightly sad.

[Sgt. Nuker]

Thanks Blaat.

In my tiredness of body and mind, I wrote this in the span of 10 minutes.

Mr. End(Ever)

Is this goodbye
is this forever
Life can feel so empty
but the time has come
to wake up and realize
There's so much more
to this life I'm livin' (in)
I don't want to spend tonight
dwelling in my sorrow
so I'll walk down the street
to the corner once more
and tell myself
I won't go back (anymore)

This is my life
I'm not to proud of it
but hey
it's mine
and that's all that matters
Thought you'd be a part
and be special to me
now you've gone away
thrown my heart on the floor

What's this life I'm livin' in
what's this got to do with love
I've spent so much time
on the floor
I forget what the ceiling's like

Last night was the last time
I felt truly loved
now they only want me
for what I do (not who I am)
I've grown sick of people
trying to make me something
I don't want to be
I just want to lash out
and tell them all to leave

What's this life I'm livin'
what's this got to do with love
Something's got me by the neck
something's choking me (I was never meant to be alone)
something's choking me ( I was never meant to be...)
something's choking...

[Athena]

Nice one, sounds very sad as well. You're good at that.

[Blonde-Unknown]

Ok this is one i did in my emo stages :

I dont want to be coy

I don't want to be coy,
But to say what I'm about to do
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.
If the world is black, it's black,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Even if people liked me,
I wouldn't like them.
I would just have to watch them
Being mean to people
And not say anything.
Because to say anything
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.

You're not going to change the world,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

I travel often to the frozen heart of the world,
Inland to that Antarctic, rock-strewn desert
With a few dozen warm-blooded penguins wandering around
Lost, dazed, dejected.
That's the way things are deep down under.

I'm never going to change things,
Whether I complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Let's just leave it at that.

[Sgt. Nuker]

Finally, someone other than me has posted a work of theirs

I've been mulling over this piece for about a week now. It's supposed to be a song, or at least that's what I'd like it to be.

A Thorn In My Rose

If I knew this would happen
I'd have kept you home
but no, the dance has called you
our wooden friend was lonely
and our favorite spot was saved

We should flee
we should run
because someone's got a gun
(oh don't let them near me)
We should flee
we should fly
because I don't want to die
(Oh don't let them touch me)

Tonight, tonight
tonight was all for you
but now the moment has passed
and I can't be asked
to turn against my friend
tonight, tonight
tonight was planned for you
Your silken skirt so long and flowing
(is) now adorned with crimson flowers
I can't bear to watch
your face turn pale (your face turn pale)

I should flee
I should run
because someone's got a gun
(no, not yet I'm not ready)
I should flee
I should fly
because I don't want to die
(no, not yet I still can't move)

It's not fair
the way you look at me
through your eyes
shut and mouth held still
I can't tell what you've been thinking
Somehow I must go on
Sirens tell me to leave
but you look so lonely
frozen to the floor

the men in blue shirts
have come for me
Why don't you wake up
and tell them it's not my fault
(not my fault) (x4)

[Judgement]

I made a thread of my own to post my writings in. And Im gonna put this here to since... I think you could consider them poems.


Craving
I am alive.
I wander this earth in search of something.
Something true, something pure.
I seek it.
I need it.
I crave it.
I would spill the blood of anyone to have it.
I would spill the blood in my own veins to embrace it.
A lust for it, if you will.
It never ends.
Like a long winter night, Cold and Bitter, has this world become.
And my soul is strapped in this mound of flesh, blood and bone.
Yet, I carry on... Still.
For now.

Wanting
I see her.
Her graceful hair waves like a ballad of wind.
Her silk skin, the want of any man.
A smile that melts ice and lifts the darkness around my cruel world.
Eyes of a Goddess, hide the suductrice behind.
There is no cure for her poison.
Forever she will flow in my veins.
And forever will she hide in the recesses of my mind.
Forever I will want her but never will she be mine again.

You, My Embrace
My shirt, a soaked skin of your deceit.
This knife in my hand, the gaze that struck me down.
These cuts, the scars you left on me.
This emotion, the final thought of your beauty.
My death, a cleansing of your infection.

Forever and Never
You walk in, to find me here.
The reaper in my hand.
He hasnt had his fill yet.
Neither have I.
Your forever has come to an end.
A cruel fate I endured.
I will be kind, and release you from yours.
Think of this as a jesture of kindness for the betrayel I suffered.
I shall let you be together, six feet under.
Let the demons I unleash tonight be the beacons for the angels to realese me from my fate.
I am merciful.
I dont leave a single bullet feel unused.
Consider this our seperation.

Edited by Judgement, 26 December 2006 - 19:33.

[Sgt. Nuker]

Those are a little dark Judgement, but I like them nonetheless.

Here's something I thought up (it doesn't have a title, but I'll think of one soon)

Oh this bit of cruel remorse
has me doubled over my favorite friend
For too long I sighed
in ignorant bliss
too eager to notice
the tall dark stranger
holding some sort of tablet
filled with lies to lead me astray
Oh I'll rue the day
when I finally realize
the songs in my head
were once future truths
but now no more
for tonight I must fly
fly away to some remote island
where I can lay down and forget

Blue rain and purple skies
have me dozing off
in seven directions
No need for thought
for you simply can't handle it
this far beyond reality
I saw a travesty
floating past me
and as I raised my hand
to wave goodbye
a voice called out to me
and told me to run

Edited by Major Nuker, 02 January 2007 - 22:53.

[Judgement]

I like that one.
Came up with this one.

Deliverence
The streaks in this desert.
You kick and scream.
Its futile.
To your end I drag you.
The sun beats down like a shower of lead.
We come closer and closer.
A pit of Hell awaits.
What you deserved.
What you get.
You cries mean nothing now.
They are but stones in my path.
And I am the messenger of death.
Delivering your final message.

Edited by Judgement, 26 December 2006 - 19:40.

[Mathias]

Wonderful metaphors and use of mental images. The rythm is most exellent.

Quote

The sun beats down like a shower of lead.

A very powerful sentence. I don't know why exactly, but I really liked that.

Quote

You cries mean nothing now.
They are but stones in my path.

An extremely well placed and fitting metaphor, really "seals" the mood of the last few lines - how the protagonist leaves everything behind. Great writing, Judgement.

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A freeform translation and rewriting of a poem by a Norwegian poet I do not recall the name of. I consider it to be pretty much my work because the poem is built around rhyming and the adjectives are completely different in English, forcing me to use a very different makeup.

God's Heaven

God is in his heaven
and all is well with the world:

the same smart banality
the same smiling brutality
the same dutiful stupidity
the same cheerful vulgarity
the pious, confident insanity

God is in his heaven
and all is well with the nation:

the mortification the sanitation
the stupification the automation
the priviatisation the deforestation
the aggregation of information

God is in his heaven
and churning for eternity

goes the poetry the economy
the psychology the therapy
the filately the pietry
decline in sobriety
and pornography.

Edited by Mathias, 02 January 2007 - 02:09.

[Sgt. Nuker]

Open for all the world to see, I give you a work of mine that took me but ten minutes to write. There's no direction, but should you chose to disect a stanza or two you'll find meaning in them. I t doesn't appear to flow, yet if you chose to read it for what this work represents, I think you'll find the sum of its parts are greater than the whole.

Give An Inch For Fashion

No love lost
between government and men
The ones who will create
and those who must destroy

It's that forlorn day in the trenches
Hissing pipes loom overhead
lumbering streetcars rattle crumbling walls
just another day
towards an uncertain end

And you
standing there as if nothing's wrong
with your designer labels
adorning your surgically tightened skin
but you don't see the error
for your painted on face can not detect
the prick of a kiss
from a long lost lover

Cancer bathed in white
touches your crimson skinned lips
Stuff the habit in a purse
and a concrete barrier for cover
Oh but the shifty winds will
make news of your addiction
Alert the media
to tell of your fall from grace
Attention is your euphoria
and secrets are your drug

[DreadNot]

This is a poem I wrote for extra credit for English.

Something of War

War is something most people hate
For others, it is a terrible fate
And for those of you wish it were done
I am among you, you're not the only ones
I, too, wish it would all end
And my patience is running thin
Ever since man came to life
He's made the sword, the gun, and, heck, even the knife
All for something so corrupt, such as power
Because of this, people die by the minute and the hour
I only wish I live through this war
So I can return, and walk through my family's door

Edited by Grim Reaper, 06 January 2007 - 16:26.

[Athena]

Wow, that's a very good one GrimReaper, I like the thought behind it. The others are nice too, we really have some talent here on these forums. Well done guys .

[Sgt. Nuker]

Desert Messenger

Consider the wind chimes
the next time you see
a lonely porch staring at the desert sun
men with their hard hats and tools in their hands
an empty van waiting for them
Mindless drones
doing only what they're told

Take a look behind you
can't you see the buildings are all fake
That's not another burger joint
it's just another one of your
neighborhood farses

Haven't you ever wondered why
little Suzie doesn't come out to play
tiny Johnny isn't in his room
and no he isn't sick today
for he simply isn't home

There's no laundry on the line next door
but it's been months since the neighbors moved in
you haven't heard a sound from them
even though they have a dog

Across the street is no different
there's three families living there
but the curtains are all drawn

You've taken trips down the lane
and no one seems to care
You stop at every stop sign
but there's no police around
Some how you expect to see the playground swings
moving to and fro

Everyday it's the same routine
the desert sun beats down on you
so you confine yourself indoors
No cool air for you
because this house wasn't built to last

Pick up the paper you've read a hundred times
before the day's over
you'll read it a hundred more
You've grown familiar with it's latest news
now you believe the lies
since this parchment's all you got
Read the title one more time
'Miner family refuses to leave'
Don't laugh at them
because you've done just the same

Some day you know everything will change
some day, but that day feels like today
You don't know why
but there's something in the air
Turn around
take a look outside
Shield your eyes
and take your last breath

[Overdose]

Ah my younger days always with paper and pencil on hand writing poetry on the fly. This poem is 5 years old, it's actually meant for someone that was very special to me. She really liked it, so much that she memorized so it must have pleased her.

©2007 Joao Camargo

Moonlight

Sometimes the night is empty
No illusion, no inspiration
But when the moon appears
My most deep emotions surround me
When the moon embraces me
I feel protected by the night
Full of inspiration, so I sleep
Dreaming about the wonders the night brings us
If for a moment I could reach
That pure soul I've been long searching for
Without stopping to ask the day when would
the night ever return
So that my feelings and illusions return to
appear in this inspiring moonlight
Where the only thing that I worship, is you.

Long Lost Love

I know I will be forgotten
So is the law of this world
A dear and sweet dream
Lasts no longer than a minute
To love is to live
Two dreams that go
And only memories remain
I remember the day I first met you
I was enchanted
What I felt, something unexplainable
Really was love

Solitude

Seems hard to describe solitude
Even with paper and pencil on hand!
How important are simple tools anyway?
If you only feel in the inside
A long and immense darkness

For being lovers we were punished
Only for having loved!
I mourn for my own shadow
A rope tieing my hands at my back
Another around my neck

So happens decadence
Sometimes with permanence
Love has two sides
One that cuts at first
And another that quenched my thirst.

All poems ©2007 Joao Camargo
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Must have been quite a phase for me. I'm just glad it's over now I can go back to writing about the dark ironies of life and mock the foolishness of humanity.

Edited by Overdose, 25 January 2007 - 00:37.

[Overdose]

I was bored so I wrote this one on the fly.

Untitled

Blissful memories of a sweet past

Promises of a distant future

It all comes down to the same thing

Wandering in the past and getting lost

Waiting for the future and rot

Live everyday of your life as your last

Only then you will know passion

The passion that binds to this world and many others

The passion that makes you human

The passion that makes you no longer human

Life dwells in the present

Drowning in bliss you can do nothing except realizing

That you made all those things to fill the void within you

Vain things for a vain being

Then the ironic cycle of life continues...

...I'll be watching.

--

©2007 Joao Camargo

I'll edit it later and see if it's publishable.

[Lord Atlantis]

This is the first time I have stopped in this thread... and I am amazed with the works that I have seen. Great job. I like 'em all.

-Lord_Atlantis

[Sic]

A nicotine/drug addict's writings are really interesting (he's unreal). I've got some and will publish them soon.

Edited by Sic, 26 January 2007 - 09:45.

[Lord Atlantis]

I can't wait to see read them.

-Lord_Atlantis

[Sgt. Nuker]

Bed-side Broadway (A Night Under the Covers)

I give in to this
masquerade
I'm tired of
putting on this show
Don't let me fall on stage
I fear their laughter
because their eyes
can see right through me
but I can't see them

I give in
I'm caving in
to a plastic promise
that I said I would hate (forever)

Cover my face with the warmth of your hand
The difference between wanting and having
is the simple fact of touch
The freckles on my cheek are crying for attention
They want to feel your fingers
race across my skin

I'm caving in
to a dreaded plastic dream
falling fast
and catching up

I'd like to say
that I'm immune (to this feeling)
I'm lying to myself
for I've been marked
to be this difficult

Please tell me (my dear)
That you'll love me
when I'm this low
Please tell me
I have nothing to fear (tonight)

Ths plastic heaven
is only what I make of it
.........come closer
................Your eyes are beautiful tonight

[Athena]

Some nice stuff there, Overdose and Nuker. Well done . Quite emotional.

[Ektufall]

Some of mine I recently only started to make poems in english ,bellow is my second writen poem in english and rewriting of my poem from my native language . Don't be to harsh on me I am still amateur even I started to write them almost 2 years ago..

All dreams come to end!

From ashes
Sun is rising
Dreams have been slept..
Time to awake
And feel
The life as it is
Outside our
Minds ..
But just for now
Sit back
On the edge of valley
Enjoy spring
As it marches on
While you can ...
There are things that
Already wait for you
Watch the spring closely
Its creations bear in heart
When the shadow of industrial human
Reaches you it will
Be easyier to take it
And maybe you even learn
How to create
When shadow tortures you
With it's own
Evolutionary distortion
........

Punch..

When stone reaches glass...
Sound is made..
That makes all living things to tremble..
When man reaches stone..
The new headline is born in newspapers..
When man reaches man..
Society explode..

Edited by Ektufall, 30 April 2007 - 21:46.

[Athena]

Nice ones .

[Anon45566]

Hidden beneath a veil, a void, an unnaceptable truth.
Hidden behind the walls, held away from the world's horrors...
Truths are exempt, lies are exempt... Nothing is left to understand.
Life goes on and on, but do you understand the horror?

Taken to a foreign land, shown these miserable things.
Aware yet fully senseless.
Unfortunate confusion, unfortunate tolerance.
Can you deal with a change, a change so great your heart is hardened?
Like a clump of clay, still moist and feeling but dries and skins with the suns touch.
This change is un-fathomable... Your heart becomes unaware; in eternal slumber.
Rest now, rest easy, rest in peace.

Edited by Hinata Prime, 30 April 2007 - 00:30.

[Sgt. Nuker]

It appears we have another poet in our midst . I feel inspired now.


My best,

Nuker