My Scrawlings... *poetry*
Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:46 pm
Here's my stuff. 
i can't wait to read through this section of the forum... there's always talent in places like this.
The Monster
From the straight bridge of his nose tipped down he looked, his eyes hollow like a child wanting to be filled with some amusement. Hairline fractures along the lines of symmetry. Helpless rage tore the edges of his psyche and spilled from tightly gleaming teeth...
and we will be buried in the same ground someday.
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Means to an End
So I go out all alone walking in the heat, trouble for to meet..and caught him I...I just don't know. Forgive me, give me a reason and make me in your image, your imagination carving such things beautiful but i am no ethereal vapor of thought...I am skin and bone. Blood that courses hot. Bitterness like poison underneath the skin...and reaching in found such things beautiful, but i am not breath or words. If you would tell me I would tell you that...
Give me a reason and make me in your image thought...I did not mean, you know...to these endings go...and holding on we let it go.
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Dirty Like Nothing
In a circle¦turning clockwise that I’ve countered, here we are. Here I am. I think Venus is that really bright one, the star that is chosen out of the dark by a finger¦ if anything is worth staring at then it wouldn’t be here and it wouldn’t be now. It is something much farther out.
Remember the way I used to say it¦
Like I almost cared.
¦Listen,..
You should do as you’re told.
Should,
But never fold.
So, say it like you can hear it on the other end¦
Maybe it would matter then.
Dare to lose.
I thought I almost¦could swear that maybe¦ if only it was¦
Vanished out of the scene like a caper¦ fallen down and draped like vanity¦glistened like immortality. Everything that wasn’t and all that I never wanted, until now.
Dust in your hand; dirty like nothing.
¦Turn around¦
Just turn around.
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..Ballad For The Bad Sad Boys...
You don’t tell nobody you’re going nowhere
Live in the filth of your genius
Keepin’ out of the care
Not enough doors and too many reasons
We got too many words without any meanin’s
Pushin’ up daisies straight through the floor
You’re starving for truth but can’t take anymore
The days being as they are you gotta keep it loose
Fill your head empty your soul pining over the rigmarole
Applause for you you duck outta the noose
But you can’t win for all your givin’ and even winning you lose.
We are carving our names and you’re carving your tomb
Let me spread a yellow blanket over you.
Chant the rhymes and rites of passing¦
Smile into the sun while laughing.
You are new, you are new, you are new.
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Head Full...Heart Empty
The view from my window...
A sort of love affair.
Turning autumn leaves falling for you,
Wind-tossed as careless hair.
I dare you to find me.
So full of talk but the words are all empty.
Just tell me I can stay with you...even if you don't mean it...even if it's not true, just be my gravity.
I can sense the ones that hide in the air, and as people go, you know, we're hardly even there,
It's...
Head full; heart empty.
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Concept Constellations
I watched the sky fall down. The words came out of my mouth because they were the truth, and you were caught in some cosmic fog of¦eyes wide and nod. Saturn rings her neck as she considers the window without looking through. Such beautiful framework to crown the view. Trees more lovely than anything I could ever do. ¦She does not notice.
Concept constellations; word-adorned hallucinations¦of the incredibly ****ed up mind in deep meditation. My imagination.
My Darling, Apollo¦I called you God once in the back of my mind. When I thought it it was a song ,when I wrote it it came out wrong, but I saw you in the middle of the road, all covered in devil-may-care¦the rain it covered your hair... and the damp it darkened your lack of care.
I never saw such majesty.
Forgive me now my casualty¦but, I love you.
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...
I heard her cry, softly drifting in amongst the atmosphere. The sky hoary hued, a vault
dabbed airily of cumulous, as though painted crisp and new. Morning chill, still hung above a transparent shred of moon.
It is the gentle dyings of thoughts forlorn and nude.
Not a person at all.
Only a call.
Answer her with 'soon'.
You are fingers clutching corners, edges¦whispers of hope unexpected. Standing there, with the trees barren, brown, and neglected, in amongst the atmosphere¦never touching what is real.
Dust on my shoes gives me away; I have been walking the ground to bow before my apparitions. Scrying in the clouds...affected.
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Villains and Lovers
Lovers and Villains,
Scared and Easy
Make your move and choose the high ground.
From here you have a better shot at the heart strings,
Turned love into strategy
And mathematical poetry...
Affected and rejected, broken little bird.
Our pain neglected.
One more word from lips hushed to soothe the hurt of feeling too much, what cannot be gained by tears is bartered as such.
The trap of sympathy...love bought with jealousy... and all that is pretty in the dark, go after it and you will get lost.
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Walking The Long Dark Lonely.
Good luck...I said...by the bed, there lies an old wooden cross to hang on his neck. If I close my eyes I can see him turning it in his hands...but it wouldn't be worn petina in his head as his fingetrtips moved it along and around.
There it lies on the ground.
Losing your religion...breath by breath...inch by inch. Grasp it tightly with your...hands...and dig in those digits. For all you lose, you've got nothing to prove, and show me what's it like to know nothing ...and show me...for what it's worth, your smile in the dimly warm fog of...
We won't speak of it.
Say my name in the dark,... only.
Promise.
i can't wait to read through this section of the forum... there's always talent in places like this.The Monster
From the straight bridge of his nose tipped down he looked, his eyes hollow like a child wanting to be filled with some amusement. Hairline fractures along the lines of symmetry. Helpless rage tore the edges of his psyche and spilled from tightly gleaming teeth...
and we will be buried in the same ground someday.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Means to an End
So I go out all alone walking in the heat, trouble for to meet..and caught him I...I just don't know. Forgive me, give me a reason and make me in your image, your imagination carving such things beautiful but i am no ethereal vapor of thought...I am skin and bone. Blood that courses hot. Bitterness like poison underneath the skin...and reaching in found such things beautiful, but i am not breath or words. If you would tell me I would tell you that...
Give me a reason and make me in your image thought...I did not mean, you know...to these endings go...and holding on we let it go.
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Dirty Like Nothing
In a circle¦turning clockwise that I’ve countered, here we are. Here I am. I think Venus is that really bright one, the star that is chosen out of the dark by a finger¦ if anything is worth staring at then it wouldn’t be here and it wouldn’t be now. It is something much farther out.
Remember the way I used to say it¦
Like I almost cared.
¦Listen,..
You should do as you’re told.
Should,
But never fold.
So, say it like you can hear it on the other end¦
Maybe it would matter then.
Dare to lose.
I thought I almost¦could swear that maybe¦ if only it was¦
Vanished out of the scene like a caper¦ fallen down and draped like vanity¦glistened like immortality. Everything that wasn’t and all that I never wanted, until now.
Dust in your hand; dirty like nothing.
¦Turn around¦
Just turn around.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
..Ballad For The Bad Sad Boys...
You don’t tell nobody you’re going nowhere
Live in the filth of your genius
Keepin’ out of the care
Not enough doors and too many reasons
We got too many words without any meanin’s
Pushin’ up daisies straight through the floor
You’re starving for truth but can’t take anymore
The days being as they are you gotta keep it loose
Fill your head empty your soul pining over the rigmarole
Applause for you you duck outta the noose
But you can’t win for all your givin’ and even winning you lose.
We are carving our names and you’re carving your tomb
Let me spread a yellow blanket over you.
Chant the rhymes and rites of passing¦
Smile into the sun while laughing.
You are new, you are new, you are new.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Head Full...Heart Empty
The view from my window...
A sort of love affair.
Turning autumn leaves falling for you,
Wind-tossed as careless hair.
I dare you to find me.
So full of talk but the words are all empty.
Just tell me I can stay with you...even if you don't mean it...even if it's not true, just be my gravity.
I can sense the ones that hide in the air, and as people go, you know, we're hardly even there,
It's...
Head full; heart empty.
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Concept Constellations
I watched the sky fall down. The words came out of my mouth because they were the truth, and you were caught in some cosmic fog of¦eyes wide and nod. Saturn rings her neck as she considers the window without looking through. Such beautiful framework to crown the view. Trees more lovely than anything I could ever do. ¦She does not notice.
Concept constellations; word-adorned hallucinations¦of the incredibly ****ed up mind in deep meditation. My imagination.
My Darling, Apollo¦I called you God once in the back of my mind. When I thought it it was a song ,when I wrote it it came out wrong, but I saw you in the middle of the road, all covered in devil-may-care¦the rain it covered your hair... and the damp it darkened your lack of care.
I never saw such majesty.
Forgive me now my casualty¦but, I love you.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
...
I heard her cry, softly drifting in amongst the atmosphere. The sky hoary hued, a vault
dabbed airily of cumulous, as though painted crisp and new. Morning chill, still hung above a transparent shred of moon.
It is the gentle dyings of thoughts forlorn and nude.
Not a person at all.
Only a call.
Answer her with 'soon'.
You are fingers clutching corners, edges¦whispers of hope unexpected. Standing there, with the trees barren, brown, and neglected, in amongst the atmosphere¦never touching what is real.
Dust on my shoes gives me away; I have been walking the ground to bow before my apparitions. Scrying in the clouds...affected.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Villains and Lovers
Lovers and Villains,
Scared and Easy
Make your move and choose the high ground.
From here you have a better shot at the heart strings,
Turned love into strategy
And mathematical poetry...
Affected and rejected, broken little bird.
Our pain neglected.
One more word from lips hushed to soothe the hurt of feeling too much, what cannot be gained by tears is bartered as such.
The trap of sympathy...love bought with jealousy... and all that is pretty in the dark, go after it and you will get lost.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Walking The Long Dark Lonely.
Good luck...I said...by the bed, there lies an old wooden cross to hang on his neck. If I close my eyes I can see him turning it in his hands...but it wouldn't be worn petina in his head as his fingetrtips moved it along and around.
There it lies on the ground.
Losing your religion...breath by breath...inch by inch. Grasp it tightly with your...hands...and dig in those digits. For all you lose, you've got nothing to prove, and show me what's it like to know nothing ...and show me...for what it's worth, your smile in the dimly warm fog of...
We won't speak of it.
Say my name in the dark,... only.
Promise.