These are a few choice poems I wrote before my college level poetry class. After said poetry class is finished, I'll probably post a follow-up soapbox just to see how they compare (and if the poetry class really taught me anything). I'll be honest, this is mostly for me, but also I though you folks could be interested, so why not? Keep in mind that I do not consider myself a poet, I consider myself a short-story writer, but as it's required for my major, I must write poetry.
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Lies are silver in the land of leeches
But the truth is worth more than gold
It's what they all fight over in the hours before dawn
And when your porch is covered in slugs
They slither into the sewers
Trying to snatch one tiny blink
Before it disappears in sunlight
I used to think it mattered
I used to think I cared
But all I know is all I know
And I don't know much about truth
So toss me a coin
Silver or gold
I'm as broke as a beggar on crack
Just looking for something to hold onto
And I don't care if it's a lie
If you're too proud to ask
I'll tell you anyway
It's not hard to own the truth
True wealth resides
In peace of mind
I may not know the truth
But I don't need a reason anymore
Because if I died tomorrow
It wouldn't matter anyway.
Houses
His house is haunted, perfect
Living conditions for a ghost
They pass through him like
A boarding house; he lies
Hitchhikers highjack his highway
So I never drive that road
He cowers in the attic when the sun
Shines like a new
Penny called the doctor
When he said that he couldn't feel
A thing in the basement stole
His existence is falling ill
Or in love he
Can't tell the difference
For falling is appalling when
You swear there's none beneath you
His house is haunted, perfect
Time for fools to rush in
I am his bonnie
And Clyde has lost his nerve
To tell him when it's raining
Is a gift I have to give
Him his time, his existence twists my lips
Bear a cure and the fall
No longer seems so far
His house is haunted, perfect
Emptiness in mine
Big and blue and all alone, save
A thing in the basement ate
His ghosts cower in his attic
When he steps out in my rain
His house is haunted,
Perfect
Singing Stars
And then I ask,
If names were stars,
how bright would yours shine?
Because when you smile,
you call the rain.
Only the honey bee knows the sins of the tiger lily.
And he never tells a soul.
A secret is best when shouted from a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
Then, God knows why I smile.
And only God.
And then you ask,
If your eyes could sing,
would they know my song?
Broken Lipstick Cap
Glass lines her left shoulder
Where he stabbed her with the broken bottle
Too drunk to aim, he missed her heart
But not by much...
She never bears her shoulders like she used to
And she will lie if you ask her
If she's ever been in love
But if you see her laugh through broken masks
It's the most beautiful thing in the world...
She tends to avoid mirrors
And dark places like deserted parking lots and alleys
More out of caution than fear
Fool her once...
And she doesn't wear her lipstick like she used to
And she will lie if you ask her
If she's ever been in love
But if you see her laugh through broken masks
It's the most beautiful thing in the world...
Forever Haunt
We are spinning a fine web here we say
Of intertwining threads of silver and gray
Concrete veins of a skyscraper creature
But deep chasms contain our darkest feature
Fly faster than silence the dreaded sounds
Humming and drumming and running it pounds
Center of chaos and starbursts, illogically bound
To the simmering echoes of something unfound
Down hallways, always, echoing ghosts
Running from monsters etched inside hosts
A house dark and blue, forever will haunt
Of Nothing beyond what we think we want
Primal fear beyond knowing, darkness awaits
Representing all that we've come to hate
That Nothingness, whole, more power than man
The thing we can't kill, the Nothingness can
Hope withers in face of the darkness alone
Alone, worthless, pointless, the Nothingness roams
We fear what we are and will always become
The Nothing inside us eating our crumbs
And yet, there exists a moment before noon
The white Something echoes, clearly a tune
All is not nothing, nor nothing is all
The Something is better than Nothing at all
Fragment
Micky sold his soul a couple hundred seconds ago
Just to find out who he was in the present though
He doesn't get that with each second
He sheds his former skin
And the person he wanted to know
Died a couple hundred seconds ago
Autumn
It's autumn again
A year after last
The cars dash over asphalt
And the sun quivers as we orbit
Though no one sees the difference
It's autumn again
And the leaves are changing
The same way they did
The year before last
And no one sees a difference
Falling down a hill of roses
It's hard to see the gray-lighted poses
Struck by the memory in light of a dream
A forgotten song in the swirl of a stream
It's autumn again
And I'm still at the foot of that hill
I gaze at the clouds as they drift over time
As they've done for five billion years
It's hard to see the difference
It's autumn again
And again and again
And again until life snags on a nail
And waits just a split second there
There are the little things that time overlooks
Like the faded photograph of a high school sweetheart
On a ninety-first birthday its a sight for very sore eyes
He holds my hand now and whispers my song
Look in his face and our steps are retraced
I can't even see the difference
Tomorrow
Demain, demain, demain
Derien, derien, derien
Mon amour a partit mais il a dit
Demain, demain, demain
C'est rien, derien, derien
Learn to swim and dive right in and never look away
I won't forget my next of kin when I kill yesterday
Tomorrow sings a promised land of life that's free of tears
If there's one thing you should have learned, life's never free of fears
Si j'adore un homme damné, est-ce que suis-je un pécheur?
Mr. Griffon's Soliloquy
Does it comfort you to know you died alone?
Basking in your victory in the shell of indifference
Laughing at those funny kids
Who threw rocks at your window
Baseballs in your yard
They reminded you of the old days
Running around with Charlie and Bill
With skinned knees and apple juice
And bicycles with cards in the spokes
Did they make you smile, Mr. Griffon?
Those silly kids who never know any better
And who probably never will
Learn
There's a light on in your window
And a ghost in your bedroom
Even angels would get homesick for this rickety house
There's a ball in your yard, Mr. Griffon
And a kid climbing over a fence
So tell me, does he bring you home?
Is
What do I know of love?
A sickness contracted by the fickle
A syphilis of the mind
A contortion of the spirit
Indeed, what do they know of love?
“I love you”
And as I do
I love to lie to you
And in the depths of a jungle
That tangles their minds
They declare, “I die proudly, save my love!”
What do I know of love?
A fool’s parade, a fiendish prank
A carcass to be consumed by the ignorant
And in the heat of a battle
That mangles our minds
We declare, “I fight loudly, die my love!”
And a man can learn that a woman is a dungeon
In which he’d be glad to drown
And a woman can learn that a man is a hero
Who will always let her down
What do I know of love?
A word that holds no purpose
An excuse to act as fools
A favor we ask our friends
And when I see him standing there
It is not love I feel
It is not roses and wine, or thread and twine, or six children and a dog
It is not dreaming
It is not fluffy foolery
It is not sickeningly sweet or savory sour or hideously halfhearted
And when he touches my hand, it is not butterflies
That make me feel ashamed of my chipped nail polish
And I have no inclination of heaven or angels
And I have no need for metaphors.
I see in his eyes a deep brown and white
No secrets, no pools of mystery, and no soul is in sight
But between the secret glances
In the negative space before we touch
In the hidden limbo between Midnight and Morning
It simply is
Unmentionable
I Dream In Color
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
And she sings in circles
When she's dancing a rhyme
And he hears in purple
Turqoise cutting his time
When I dream in color
I see dawn in ultraviolet
The ocean may be blind
But the moon is her co-piolet
The way you perceive the weak
Is that they feel too much
The way I percieve the freak
Is that he never knew much
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
And in an hour, I will learn
To chase the wild gray light
The candle churns, the river burns
And you know you're always right
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
The moon's just a little bit fuller
When you don't notice it's that bright
And she runs in harmony
When she's chanting a step
And he sees no money
But he never wept
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
He sees the color in her gaze
She stained his blackness white
Untitled
Lies are silver in the land of leeches
But the truth is worth more than gold
It's what they all fight over in the hours before dawn
And when your porch is covered in slugs
They slither into the sewers
Trying to snatch one tiny blink
Before it disappears in sunlight
I used to think it mattered
I used to think I cared
But all I know is all I know
And I don't know much about truth
So toss me a coin
Silver or gold
I'm as broke as a beggar on crack
Just looking for something to hold onto
And I don't care if it's a lie
If you're too proud to ask
I'll tell you anyway
It's not hard to own the truth
True wealth resides
In peace of mind
I may not know the truth
But I don't need a reason anymore
Because if I died tomorrow
It wouldn't matter anyway.
Houses
His house is haunted, perfect
Living conditions for a ghost
They pass through him like
A boarding house; he lies
Hitchhikers highjack his highway
So I never drive that road
He cowers in the attic when the sun
Shines like a new
Penny called the doctor
When he said that he couldn't feel
A thing in the basement stole
His existence is falling ill
Or in love he
Can't tell the difference
For falling is appalling when
You swear there's none beneath you
His house is haunted, perfect
Time for fools to rush in
I am his bonnie
And Clyde has lost his nerve
To tell him when it's raining
Is a gift I have to give
Him his time, his existence twists my lips
Bear a cure and the fall
No longer seems so far
His house is haunted, perfect
Emptiness in mine
Big and blue and all alone, save
A thing in the basement ate
His ghosts cower in his attic
When he steps out in my rain
His house is haunted,
Perfect
Singing Stars
And then I ask,
If names were stars,
how bright would yours shine?
Because when you smile,
you call the rain.
Only the honey bee knows the sins of the tiger lily.
And he never tells a soul.
A secret is best when shouted from a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
Then, God knows why I smile.
And only God.
And then you ask,
If your eyes could sing,
would they know my song?
Broken Lipstick Cap
Glass lines her left shoulder
Where he stabbed her with the broken bottle
Too drunk to aim, he missed her heart
But not by much...
She never bears her shoulders like she used to
And she will lie if you ask her
If she's ever been in love
But if you see her laugh through broken masks
It's the most beautiful thing in the world...
She tends to avoid mirrors
And dark places like deserted parking lots and alleys
More out of caution than fear
Fool her once...
And she doesn't wear her lipstick like she used to
And she will lie if you ask her
If she's ever been in love
But if you see her laugh through broken masks
It's the most beautiful thing in the world...
Forever Haunt
We are spinning a fine web here we say
Of intertwining threads of silver and gray
Concrete veins of a skyscraper creature
But deep chasms contain our darkest feature
Fly faster than silence the dreaded sounds
Humming and drumming and running it pounds
Center of chaos and starbursts, illogically bound
To the simmering echoes of something unfound
Down hallways, always, echoing ghosts
Running from monsters etched inside hosts
A house dark and blue, forever will haunt
Of Nothing beyond what we think we want
Primal fear beyond knowing, darkness awaits
Representing all that we've come to hate
That Nothingness, whole, more power than man
The thing we can't kill, the Nothingness can
Hope withers in face of the darkness alone
Alone, worthless, pointless, the Nothingness roams
We fear what we are and will always become
The Nothing inside us eating our crumbs
And yet, there exists a moment before noon
The white Something echoes, clearly a tune
All is not nothing, nor nothing is all
The Something is better than Nothing at all
Fragment
Micky sold his soul a couple hundred seconds ago
Just to find out who he was in the present though
He doesn't get that with each second
He sheds his former skin
And the person he wanted to know
Died a couple hundred seconds ago
Autumn
It's autumn again
A year after last
The cars dash over asphalt
And the sun quivers as we orbit
Though no one sees the difference
It's autumn again
And the leaves are changing
The same way they did
The year before last
And no one sees a difference
Falling down a hill of roses
It's hard to see the gray-lighted poses
Struck by the memory in light of a dream
A forgotten song in the swirl of a stream
It's autumn again
And I'm still at the foot of that hill
I gaze at the clouds as they drift over time
As they've done for five billion years
It's hard to see the difference
It's autumn again
And again and again
And again until life snags on a nail
And waits just a split second there
There are the little things that time overlooks
Like the faded photograph of a high school sweetheart
On a ninety-first birthday its a sight for very sore eyes
He holds my hand now and whispers my song
Look in his face and our steps are retraced
I can't even see the difference
Tomorrow
Demain, demain, demain
Derien, derien, derien
Mon amour a partit mais il a dit
Demain, demain, demain
C'est rien, derien, derien
Learn to swim and dive right in and never look away
I won't forget my next of kin when I kill yesterday
Tomorrow sings a promised land of life that's free of tears
If there's one thing you should have learned, life's never free of fears
Si j'adore un homme damné, est-ce que suis-je un pécheur?
Mr. Griffon's Soliloquy
Does it comfort you to know you died alone?
Basking in your victory in the shell of indifference
Laughing at those funny kids
Who threw rocks at your window
Baseballs in your yard
They reminded you of the old days
Running around with Charlie and Bill
With skinned knees and apple juice
And bicycles with cards in the spokes
Did they make you smile, Mr. Griffon?
Those silly kids who never know any better
And who probably never will
Learn
There's a light on in your window
And a ghost in your bedroom
Even angels would get homesick for this rickety house
There's a ball in your yard, Mr. Griffon
And a kid climbing over a fence
So tell me, does he bring you home?
Is
What do I know of love?
A sickness contracted by the fickle
A syphilis of the mind
A contortion of the spirit
Indeed, what do they know of love?
“I love you”
And as I do
I love to lie to you
And in the depths of a jungle
That tangles their minds
They declare, “I die proudly, save my love!”
What do I know of love?
A fool’s parade, a fiendish prank
A carcass to be consumed by the ignorant
And in the heat of a battle
That mangles our minds
We declare, “I fight loudly, die my love!”
And a man can learn that a woman is a dungeon
In which he’d be glad to drown
And a woman can learn that a man is a hero
Who will always let her down
What do I know of love?
A word that holds no purpose
An excuse to act as fools
A favor we ask our friends
And when I see him standing there
It is not love I feel
It is not roses and wine, or thread and twine, or six children and a dog
It is not dreaming
It is not fluffy foolery
It is not sickeningly sweet or savory sour or hideously halfhearted
And when he touches my hand, it is not butterflies
That make me feel ashamed of my chipped nail polish
And I have no inclination of heaven or angels
And I have no need for metaphors.
I see in his eyes a deep brown and white
No secrets, no pools of mystery, and no soul is in sight
But between the secret glances
In the negative space before we touch
In the hidden limbo between Midnight and Morning
It simply is
Unmentionable
I Dream In Color
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
And she sings in circles
When she's dancing a rhyme
And he hears in purple
Turqoise cutting his time
When I dream in color
I see dawn in ultraviolet
The ocean may be blind
But the moon is her co-piolet
The way you perceive the weak
Is that they feel too much
The way I percieve the freak
Is that he never knew much
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
And in an hour, I will learn
To chase the wild gray light
The candle churns, the river burns
And you know you're always right
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
The moon's just a little bit fuller
When you don't notice it's that bright
And she runs in harmony
When she's chanting a step
And he sees no money
But he never wept
I dream in color
But I live in black and white
He sees the color in her gaze
She stained his blackness white
some amature suff
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
I wrote this listening to Gollum's Song, sung by Karliene Renolds. I don't know why, I just felt like doing this.
It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they said they cared. I can't go back.
I can feel it coming. No friends tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.
Don't cry for me. you're too late. You hurt me. You blamed me everything. I can never go home.
I am lost. I will never go home.
It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they said they cared. I can't go back.
I can feel it coming. No friends tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.
Don't cry for me. you're too late. You hurt me. You blamed me everything. I can never go home.
I am lost. I will never go home.
I don’t think I could ever love someone like I loved you
You are my first and last love
You go I go
You stay I stay
And you might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way love is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
You will always find your self coming back.
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Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So you can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains you can be my shelter.
I will tell you my feelings and you will tell me yours.
We can laugh and kiss and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
You can take me home
I will let you hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch you give me
I will be satisfied.
You are my first and last love
You go I go
You stay I stay
And you might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way love is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
You will always find your self coming back.
_________________________________________________
Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So you can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains you can be my shelter.
I will tell you my feelings and you will tell me yours.
We can laugh and kiss and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
You can take me home
I will let you hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch you give me
I will be satisfied.
pain fills my heart and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed by the hand and pulled out by a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb by limb, every string of my heart played by the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, or so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion you can't replace and I faced it everyday or so for a year and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my heart and soul that you will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my Heart bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my heart follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful you are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe you like them (:
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my Heart bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my heart follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful you are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe you like them (: