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poetry from yesterday and today

a group for people to post their poetry (constructed in daylight or nighttime, straight as an arrow or as crooked as a thief).

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P. Bookworm; "Have you forgotten everything that I wanted?"-Forgotten: Avril Lavigne says:

Hi everyone! This is a poem I wrote in my best friend's perspective. Hope you all enjoy it!

What's left of me?

I mourned for your lips,
I mourned for that sensation,
Of that special kiss.
I mourned for your eyes,
Piercing blue like the sky above us.
What's left of me is the memories of you.
You took apart of me that I can't retrieve.
My heart feels broken.
My heart feels empty.
My happiness is gone,
It's what you took away.
It's what's left of me.
What's left of me is sorrow,
Pain, and heartbreak.
You left me dazed and confused.
You put me through so much misery.
I told you I loved you,
But you never seemed to care.
You always ignored me,
Occupying yourself,
So you didn't have to talk to me.
I asked you, "What's wrong?",
While gently resting my hand on your
Shoulder.
You shrug away replying,
"Nothing."
As I replayed that scene in my head,
I realized something was wrong.
But now, what's left of me,
Are the memories of you,
And no matter what,
You'll always be in my heart,
Always and forever.

posted Nov 18


Jamie says:

Leave feedback please- i wrote this for a poetry class :) thanks

I haven't written in awhile. And this really isn't all that great. At all. But I hope you enjoy it anyways.

:: Your Own Philosophy::

The grass is wet and I have no place to sit
And write about you, my love
I miss your voice; Time has passed since
I've last seen your face, my love
But maybe it's all for the better
Maybe I'll grow not to care
Just as you've been doing all this time
My love

And when you ask
My answer is the same as yours
A slender nothing that rather matches your soul
A shrug of the shoulders all arctic cold
And when you wonder
No, I won't wait around to see
You are your own philosophy
And I don't agree

Oh, how could you be so careless
With your affection, my love
Can't you tell I'm too eager to bless
The ground you walk on, my love
But maybe it's all for the better
Maybe I'll stop being blind
Just as you have been all this time
My love

Oh, how could you be so reckless
With your own precious heart, my love
So ready to give it away for a kiss
Gone in an instant, my love
But maybe it's all for the better
Maybe next time you won't be so naive
Just as I have been all this time
My love

And when you ask
Your rhetoric begs for an answer
The sooner it comes, the sooner you forget
Any inconvenience you dust from your shoulder and reject
So why should I wait and wonder
At whatever it is you've come to be
You are your own philosophy
And I don't agree

posted Nov 1

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Jamie says:

Leave me feedback on this-i wrote it this morning1 thanks :)


:: The Silence Over Coffee ::

I asked what you thought;
You shrugged,
As if that were an adequate opinion.
You went out for a smoke
(Don't deny it- I could smell it
On your breath and in your hair)
After stirring my words into your coffee.
You let it cool overnight,
Took a sip first thing in the morning,
Dumped it down the kitchen sink,
And wiped your mouth with the
Back of your hand.
When I came back the next day
And asked again what you thought,
You just offered me some coffee
With your stained smile
(Still charming, nonetheless).
And I,
I shrugged,
Took the cup from your hands
Turned on my heel and walked out the door.
You followed-
"Hey wait..!"
You froze in the door way,
Your jaw hanging limp
Like a white flag.
"Close your mouth,"
I said, and turned away.
"Besides,
It's not like you've got anything to say."

posted Nov 1

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P. Bookworm; "Have you forgotten everything that I wanted?"-Forgotten: Avril Lavigne says:

Excellent! I absolutely loved it!

posted Nov 18


ajay2day says:

i was born
then down a dak hole i fell
to hell
and all was well
until the mourning sun
scorched my baby tears
burned away my fears
and i was gone

posted Sep 24


Nick [ JudoJoe ] Kohut says:

song explains everything. just completed it a few minutes ago.

this girl wont stop callin me
ever single day just constantly
whole thing set off with this one hookup
now i can't get the chick to shut the fuck up

this girl wont stop textin me
every single day just constantly
all i can here is that vibrating
what does she think? this shit is free?

posted Sep 1


Nick [ JudoJoe ] Kohut says:

new as well. girlfriend just broke up with me:

way back when this shit began,
just like now it'll begin again.
i thought that i could see everything
i just knew that someone would fuck things up for me...

but no not this time
cause im real chill
feels so good to be free
feels so good to live

but i do regret when
that shit began

posted Aug 30


Briannaxoxo says:

New to the group : ) thought I would introduce myself:
24 hours and 24 secrets:
My sun is setting on an old dream..
The grave of a lover molders, the name worn away
With laughing steps I'm turning from these things
Which once I held so dear, so dear, indeed
The cherished treasures of a closed-up heart
No longer; there is renewal in the drawing of a breath
In the blinking of an instant; I am changed
A thing born of water and air, ephemeral and ethereal
To grasp for me is to grasp for smoke, and that you just can't do
I might allow your greedy and ponderous touch
But never will you hold me yearningly of your own accord
Shedding stained skins like a slit-eyed serpent
I am coming, oh, yes; I am coming fast
This distance between us, these roads you hasten upon
In a paltry attempt to hide from the long shadow
Of my intent, it's nothing, you know
There isn't a mountain I won't tumble
Or a sea whose depths I won't plunder
To take from you the things I desire
Fight the Water-Wind
The winds will still whisper; the tides will still come
And so will I
So think now, sweet lover, think keenly
You may not know me when you see me
For I am changed with every breath
And never the same between each glance
That face moving through the crowd
Whose eyes you so briefly glimpse
That might be me; so think, I say again
Would it not be simpler to come to me
Would it not be wise to find the storm
Before it finds you?

posted Aug 29


Bradey Daeland Feil says:

TIGERSONG

tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.
tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.

i said no tiger i don't need no friends anymore.
i'd like a love to sing all the good soul i've heard.

tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.
tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.

i said no tiger i don't need no friends anymore.
i've got to find me an ocean and mockingbird.

tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.
tiger came and tried to be a friend to me.

tiger won't you be a friend to me.
tiger always you're the one i see.

posted Aug 10

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Nick [ JudoJoe ] Kohut says:

that was fuckin amazing

posted Aug 30


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posted Jun 9


M:> says:

Sound Intoxication

The rhythm section
gulps concrete
Breathing monstrosities of man
a common color; different drones.

Spinning bells and bearings
taking turns, answering.
Solos of dust and diesel
ordered as jazz
measuring the black..

M:>

posted Jun 8


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