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    ^ Thanks. I've noticed a water is a consistent metaphor in my poetry. I feel it's easy for me to identify with (or hide behind)

    I also really like poetry that resembles a stream of consciousness.

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    ^ Yes, I know exactly what you mean. Space is a continuing motif in my poetry. I find that it sort of represents the beyond, the unknown unknowns. But yeah, you should make a blog compiling all your poetry like I did. 'Tis easier and more organized

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    Default luck be a lady...

    On Fortune

    Wan fingers commit ecstasy and death,
    Vacuous orbs gaze lifelessly adrift,
    Her honeyed tongue consoles her silhouettes,
    Or proffers fatal nectar from her lips;
    And standing still beneath the endless heavens,
    No awestruck gasp escapes her steadfast lungs,
    Nor supple breaths betray the pleading reverence,
    That we mere shadows hold upon our tongues:
    We whisper prayers to some celestial power,
    To guard against the fickle fate of men,
    Until we fall into our darkest hour,
    And wonder now that She is queen again:
    ’Is Fortune’s grace but vapid as her guile,
    Or can it be that wryness charms her smile?’

    I like the classical style I guess. I would like to also learn to write poetry effectively in free verse.
    There are miles to go before I sleep...

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    More poetry (old diary entries). The first was an attempt at being simple for a change, the second is about pragmatism/realism and is already in my blog.


    Eyes of green and hair of nights
    darker than my hearts regrets.
    Perfect eyes that pierce the night
    casting light on shadows there.

    Tractor beams of pure emotion
    grasp my hand and pull her way,
    drag me into turbulent oceans,
    held within her perfect gaze.

    Drowning love like sweet perfection
    fills my lungs with pure air,
    ending all these past rejections
    with one breath of her.



    I don’t see a dark room anymore.
    I don’t see her glowing when she enters.
    I see human flesh and skin
    and facial recognition;
    all greater connection is disproved.

    There is never magic in this room,
    never wonder of one true god
    or love or flawless views.
    I see no more than vision
    when her hair flows in the wind.
    My mind says, “yeah, that’s nice, but nothing new.”

    Some mornings I still sit out on the mountains,
    the fresh air and the inspiring views.
    And I see forever through landscapes,
    some untrodden by man,
    new territories undiscovered,
    new places no one’s seen.
    But I know what I will find there
    is just more of the same.
    The world’s no pretty place
    without the dreams.
    Freude, schöner Götterfunken Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

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    Poetry thread? Don't remember if I've posted here, so...

    “Streetlamp Terror”

    Streetlamp flickers, dying ember night.
    Crushing God-thumb, snowflake’s smirking descent.
    Pale flicker-lamps in tombs, maggot-eaten Cheshire cat.

    Un-ripe peach skin peach hair peach rouge smiles no more.
    Caked-on baked-on dries & peels off a morgue joy rider.

    Sidewalk cracks, crazy kaleidoscope.
    Pebble flecks claw, frenetic feet.
    Eye jerks left, eye jerks right.

    30 seconds. Blink. 30 seconds. Blink. 30 seconds. Blink.

    Tourists bazaar, beached whale gone blowfish with puffy blue veins.
    Stick-figures scatter in the shade of a last breath.
    "How can I be, all I want to be,
    When all I want to do is strip away these stilled constraints
    And crush this charade, shred this sad, masquerade"
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGeq5v7L3WM

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    Nonsense...

    Slipping, tripping back and forth amidst responsibility and frivolousness.
    You check your watch.
    Anxiously awaiting the specific tick tocks.
    Who has a watch anymore?
    You're the last of a dying breed,
    Pacing amongst business men and children;
    One and the same.

    Your face contorts.
    Forgetting the ease of existing and succumbing to routine.
    Worry is your go-to guy.
    You question the hypothetical 'him'.
    Can you make it in time?
    Mayhaps.

    Success is a bittersweet melody better played on the quietest of instruments.
    Do not rejoice in your triumphs,
    It may wake the beast of accomplishment and cause you defeat.
    Only now is relevant,
    Striving from one point to another, yet the journey isn't satisfactory.
    Can you save yourself?
    Not in the slightest.
    You are subservient and your goal is irrelevant.

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    Here's one I wrote when I was feeling particularly melancholy:

    Oh my bones

    Oh my bones my bones
    my soft inviting skin
    We were once the same, my dear
    ‘til you escaped my in

    How nice that must have been, my dear
    to flee my tendon cage
    Emerge with independent arms
    you flail on cotton stage

    My insides aren’t so pretty
    just muscled mucous fiber
    An empty blot for you to fill
    A droning Grecian choir

    I hold your knuckles tightly
    I try to pull you back
    I know with you inside me
    this fissure’d smooth, not crack

    But this is how it is, my dear
    I’m framed within my home
    There’s nothing I can do, my dear
    while you, my dear, have flown.

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    Oh, dammit. I don't like quoting myself, but, just yesterday I wrote to the other poem thread, and it seems to be the wrong one. Here. I want answers:

    Hey, you poets, help me out here, I never understood poetry, maybe it's better to say I didn't try to understand it, but... I stood outside smoking just five minutes ago, and what happened right there was that I had this idea of some kind and as I wrote it down after I got in, I kinda see it as a poem. Weird, huh?

    I thought to make some marks on the snow.
    I thought to write "forever",
    but I didn't.
    A bird had made footprints.
    It was cold and I stepped into the light to be seen,
    but I saw no one.
    My lungs emptied,
    smoke covered my face and I raised my head.

    Well, it doesn't sound that good in English, but thats not the point, anyways. I see the symbols but I can't decode them. It feels a bit like a dream interpretation... Can you get any of it?

    Edit. I want to add that each thing that happened seemed meaningful, and they are in the order they happened or the order I saw them. Oh, except one thing. I realized it was cold when I went inside. So, it would be:

    I thought to make some marks on the snow.
    I thought to write "forever",
    but I didn't.
    A bird had made footprints.
    I stepped into the light to be seen,
    but I saw no one.
    My lungs emptied,
    smoke covered my face and I raised my head.
    It was cold.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jenna View Post
    The Ocean rumbles
    cracking the rocks together on shore
    confusing the sand.
    Lightening splits the water -
    The wondering sea, chaotic in beauty, faithless, harassed
    Or the loving sea, the one you float on, the one that takes you home.
    Poorly veiled and mostly happy
    The waves crash with questions
    Why do you love?
    The mist sweeps the questions back to sea unanswered.
    I see my word game partner likes to use personification as much as I do.
    This is excellent, Jenna.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jaguar View Post
    I see my word game partner likes to use personification as much as I do.
    This is excellent, Jenna.
    Thank you very much Jag . So I take it you write as well... *Cough, poetry thread, cough*
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    "Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau

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