04-14-2006, 06:46 AM
Seats are over there, choco-locos are over here, and the stage is right here *points to where he is standing* Feel free to speak up and speak out your poetry here.
Here, I'll start with an opening piece that I wrote just a few minutes ago. It is a tribute to someone very special, I wrote it while thinking of how I felt about that person.
Try to figure out who it is...
~Tribute~
I remember your face, seeing it in my dream
Like a painful memory I remember
Why were you so faraway, so faded like a graying photograph
Why were some parts dark, were they from your tears?
But tears can show so much, more than pain could ever show
I embrace the chilling warmth of that memory
Wishing the memory could somehow bring you back to me
And we could be in each other's arms once more
But wishes are just that, and in the moonlight they shine
before becoming stars and shining down upon us
Leaving me with another memory of you
And leaving me to dream another dream
Tell me
Please
When I become a star, too
Will you be there
For me to shine upon?
~End~
I'll be posting some of my earlier stuff later.
Edit: Ok here's another right on the spot one...
I'm trying to make this one more accurate.
Why do you look at me that way?
With those eyes that glimmer like starlight?
With the raindrops falling from them?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you hide from me those times?
Those times when all you wanted was love?
When you thought there was no more love?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you cry with no one there?
While I am crying under the same sky?
Crying that these words can't reach you?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you let go of my hand?
The hand that reaches out to touch you?
The arms that want to cradle you?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do I hurt the way I do?
Whenever I feel your broken soul?
Whenever I feel your broken heart?
Is it because of love?
[Tribute to the same person...:X]
UPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATE~
A Home for My Words
My words, these words
which I can't seem to get down on paper
Which so desperately try
to escape from the confines of my mind,
a dusty place with mazes and memories of strangers,
with dark alleyways and shadows in the night,
so unkind to those unwelcome,
need a home
They long for a shelter, a roof to cover
their crossed "t"s and dotted "i"s;
since my words are blind,
like an idealistic love poem
never sent to your high school sweetheart
who is now married
and regretting every moment;
They can't find their way
through my labyrinth of thoughts,
my prison of ideas
my purgatory of self,
and my words are deaf,
like a once-great musician
who might've lived his dream
had he not been caught up
ih his own fantasies,
now six feet under,
rotting from love's very own virus
But my words can feel
like a blind person or a deaf person can,
they can feel the chill
of the midnight rain
the burn
of the hellish sun
the joy
in young children's eyes
and the pain
of a broken heart
My words can speak;
speak to your soul
flow with your emotions
softly uttered from lips
that do not yet know
how to scream at the world;
but can sense its pulse
its heartbeat, its life force;
fading, like a voice in the distance,
whispering, scared of the nothingness
My words need a home
on the page of someone telling a story
everyone telling their stories
our stories
as we live on, filling the pages,
ending each chapter,
recounting our saga,
running in our heads,
and there they will stay,
like an Ever-winter of powdered snow,
gently falling to tell us
our words have a home
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here, I'll start with an opening piece that I wrote just a few minutes ago. It is a tribute to someone very special, I wrote it while thinking of how I felt about that person.
Try to figure out who it is...
~Tribute~
I remember your face, seeing it in my dream
Like a painful memory I remember
Why were you so faraway, so faded like a graying photograph
Why were some parts dark, were they from your tears?
But tears can show so much, more than pain could ever show
I embrace the chilling warmth of that memory
Wishing the memory could somehow bring you back to me
And we could be in each other's arms once more
But wishes are just that, and in the moonlight they shine
before becoming stars and shining down upon us
Leaving me with another memory of you
And leaving me to dream another dream
Tell me
Please
When I become a star, too
Will you be there
For me to shine upon?
~End~
I'll be posting some of my earlier stuff later.

Edit: Ok here's another right on the spot one...
I'm trying to make this one more accurate.
Why do you look at me that way?
With those eyes that glimmer like starlight?
With the raindrops falling from them?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you hide from me those times?
Those times when all you wanted was love?
When you thought there was no more love?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you cry with no one there?
While I am crying under the same sky?
Crying that these words can't reach you?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do you let go of my hand?
The hand that reaches out to touch you?
The arms that want to cradle you?
Can't you tell me why?
Why do I hurt the way I do?
Whenever I feel your broken soul?
Whenever I feel your broken heart?
Is it because of love?
[Tribute to the same person...:X]
UPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATE~
A Home for My Words
My words, these words
which I can't seem to get down on paper
Which so desperately try
to escape from the confines of my mind,
a dusty place with mazes and memories of strangers,
with dark alleyways and shadows in the night,
so unkind to those unwelcome,
need a home
They long for a shelter, a roof to cover
their crossed "t"s and dotted "i"s;
since my words are blind,
like an idealistic love poem
never sent to your high school sweetheart
who is now married
and regretting every moment;
They can't find their way
through my labyrinth of thoughts,
my prison of ideas
my purgatory of self,
and my words are deaf,
like a once-great musician
who might've lived his dream
had he not been caught up
ih his own fantasies,
now six feet under,
rotting from love's very own virus
But my words can feel
like a blind person or a deaf person can,
they can feel the chill
of the midnight rain
the burn
of the hellish sun
the joy
in young children's eyes
and the pain
of a broken heart
My words can speak;
speak to your soul
flow with your emotions
softly uttered from lips
that do not yet know
how to scream at the world;
but can sense its pulse
its heartbeat, its life force;
fading, like a voice in the distance,
whispering, scared of the nothingness
My words need a home
on the page of someone telling a story
everyone telling their stories
our stories
as we live on, filling the pages,
ending each chapter,
recounting our saga,
running in our heads,
and there they will stay,
like an Ever-winter of powdered snow,
gently falling to tell us
our words have a home
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

