Great stuff again, Alby and Sam.

Today, I realised I have an infatuated stalker. And it's not flattering. This makes me realise how annoying, strange, and darn creepy I have been to people in the past, and I apologise to anyone concerned.

I wonder

I don’t want your second hand memories
Like photos in my pocket
It comes to save me
Destroy me

I wonder

Time is fickle as it waits to trap me
Forever slowly turning
If it only stopped
Just for once

I wonder

The moon rises on this darkest sunset
But there’s light in the shadow
Are you strong enough
When it comes

I wonder

Get the hint

Things happen
and run their course.
When its over,
its over.

Why try to keep bringing it back up?
Why try to get it back?
Why offer to settle for less?
Don't use false pretences,
to try and gain what you can't.

Stop making attempts at moving on,
then coming running back.
Stop with the propositions,
showing your desperation,
lack of self-respect,
and low opinions.

I'm just trying to be nice,
not mess with your head.
Trying to be a friend,
so everything gained isn't lost.
My intentions are honest,
no mind games or lies.
Don't want to keep
casting you away
and drawing you back in,
thats not me,
I don't play around.

I just want it plain and simple,
no nothing, just friends,
not no-strings,
I'm giving u respect,
show me some,
stop messing with my head,
stop trying to get me back in bed,
I'm not a tool,
if you can't see that, more fool you.

Wow, Nic! I like the second one a lot, especially the last stanza. Powerful stuff. The first one is ok, but is too direct in its choice of words.

Anyhow, you've got rhythm, girl! Wonder why it took you so long to come round and post.

Not crap at all, Nic! The rhythm and powerful emotions in the second one make it a really strong piece, I think.

Rip me whole -
don't shy away,
it won't hurt YOU -
don't cry my tears
for me.

I think about,
about,
stuff in things,
things in pieces
broken and dead.

This was where it
ended before,
"sink and swim"
the Reaper said,
"you don't get a choice"

Help me mother,
I'm slipping again.
I didn't mean to breathe,
to leave your womb,
to have my own life,

It was an accident
I swear!
Beneath it all, there's
stuff in things,
things in pieces...

...broken and dead,
but still WALKING.
how can that be?

me
xxx

Sorry for triple posting, but this is one poem I have to share right now at this crazy 04:35 in the morning when I'm feeling like absolute sh1te. It's untitled, but it's by Emily Dickinson:

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled -
Some thousands - on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies, -
Death is but one and comes but once,
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold, -
A sort they call "despair";
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly, yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross,
Of those that stand alone,
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

me
xxx

-- Edited by chemicalfears at 04:38, 2005-05-22

I'd never come across that Dickinson poem, Sash!

Your two poems are good in their very different registers. Obviously, the first one is much deeper and that's why I like it better. There's nothing wrong with humorous poetry, but I find I always respect more my pieces which are serious.

Welcome to the Sketchbook, Murray! I like your poem. Very bold in your choice of structure. Just two stanzas! I wouldn't be brave enough. :oP

Oh, and no worries, Nic!

-- Edited by AlbyFC at 11:01, 2005-05-22

I've got mine in my room, on my bed. When I feel I need to release energy, I read aloud Lady Lazarus. It works miracles that knock me out.

Out of Sam's crap
she rises with her red hair
and she smells dust in the air.

Bet you didn't expect that.

thanks alby and sam and nic, lol. i like being direct sometimes, it makes a refreshing change i have decided i need more emily dickinson, she's so marvellously dark it's wonderful! and dear sylvia, how could i ever slate sylvia? hehe

come feel my edge
as I drag you through
this thorny hedge,
your body sags,
your head collapsed.

steal away those
precious moments
in your bag of minds,
no other will ever find
where I left you, honey.

this is your end,
your marvellous end.
make of this demise
a work of art my dear -
it'll be your last piece,

so make it fvcking shine.

me
xxx

Short lines suit you, Sash. They require short words, and you use short and simple words to great effect. I can see the Emilies and Sylvias in you. :o)

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Originally posted by: AlbyFC
"Short lines suit you, Sash. They require short words, and you use short and simple words to great effect. I can see the Emilies and Sylvias in you. :o)"

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thanks alberto, lol. does that mean i soun d silly when i use long words?
hehe!

me
xxx

i have it

THE KLEENEX MAN

My beauty is perishable.
Even snowflakes can laugh
at my best-before date,
at all the scum that will cover my layers.

Will you blow your nose on me?
I'm soft like spring rain,
pure like a hidden mineral,
unpolluted like a lonely cloud.

Can you believe it?
Of course not - my hands
are covered in your spit,
your dirt drooling down my spine.

Find the nearest bin
if you're merciful.
I'm tired of all your ****.
Heaven knows where you've been!

Give me a pile of rubbish
where dead faeries rot
dizzy with the smell
of shattered stupid lovers.

I prefer their company to
your petulant mucus
changing colour like a chameleon -
green, yellow, green -

Your blood makes me spotty
with your desperate chickenpox.

Blazing Squad - Flip Reverse

I'm a do it real good if you know how I felt
we could take it downstairs, I can lower the belt
whateva you want I got it, I'm hot baby ya want it
love solid for hours not even Austin Powers could top it

I'll groove better than u, slew better than me
cruise over yours and use the penny, prove that I'm ready
prefer it with many but really I don't care
cause this chick so bling its getting' frosty in here..

(pre-chorus)
Me and the boys we'll b blazin' it up
so baby now take a ride in the back of the truck
if you wanna get drunk lemme know who you are..

(chorus)
Woooah, I love the way you work it
and if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it...

Woooah, I love the way you work it
and if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it...

I'm the kind of boy that like a lot of heat undercovers
sitting on sum cheddar, need to work you girl
I'm the type, more like to pick up the mic
and bless this crowd with my flows, while you stare and grind
and I will bring my clic, cause that's how we roll
and I'll take these chicks and I'll take them home
I'm makin' sure none of us leave this place alone
I gotta get a honey and get her alone

(pre-chorus)
Me and the boys we'll b blazin' it up
so baby now take a ride in the back of the truck
if you wanna get drunk lemme know who you are..

(chorus)
Woooah, I love the way you work it, (Girl Friendddd)
and if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it...

Woooah, I love the way you work it, (I love the Way You Work It Baby)
and if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it...

This girl don't know that she'll b dealin' with melo
I see you grindin' in the club cheeks soft like a pillow
make you hotter than an oven if ya gimme a second
cause I'm consistent, when it comes to pleasing girls I'm a blessing..

Flip it, lick it, rip it, girls strip it, yo can you kick it, the mic is the ticket
goes to sip it, yo freeky deeky ****, flick it, lick it good
and put it in the place is where you should and when I take the nood
no-one gives you nothin', that's the way I could..

Hey (yeah) I wanna see you work it baby
I want you to be my lady
I love the way you move your body, ooooh you drive me crazy..

Hey (yeah) I wanna see you work it baby
I want you to be my lady
I love the way you move your body, ooooh you drive me crazy..

But is that a poem or a song? Anyhow, very amusing ;o)

Cory, that was moving, but your lack of punctuation confuses me!

confused now :o)

Calm and Lost

Why does it hurt
When this is what I wanted
Aching inside
Beneath the soul
You think I don’t feel
Don’t think
And yet here I am
Too far gone
Fallen past the line

I can feel your pain
It resides in your eyes
And I cannot hide
Or let it wash over me
Let the sun set
And clouds
To shade the past
Where the breeze
Is calm and lost

xx

It’s a lie, of course
That feeling that fills you up
That marches you down the street
That clenches your bony fists
Striking the air like it was made of glass
That tightens your jaw
And juts it out outrageously
And gives your eyes that far-off distant look
You’ve seen in the movies
You’re like some kind of hero
Marching to a drink with destiny
The red leather of your jacket clinging to you
Clutching your body like chain mail
Your hair swept majestically back
And your boots shaking the concrete
In tune with the pounding of your heart
That feeling; that you can walk over the trials of life
Like you were walking on water
Through a simple act of will
I’ll make him love me
Or ill make him cry
And when I get home
I’ll start writing the best ****ing essay ever
Ill ..ill…ill!
Ridiculous
A moment’s brief introspection
Would teach: you’ve had this feeling before
A hundred times or more
And well, it’s not like you completely failed
It’s just, you didn’t completely succeed
You got your signals crossed
Forgot what dragon you had to kill
And got lost in the concurrent circles in your ceiling
Chats about the prices at Jackson’s
And the boom-boom of your speakers
When you should have been out there! fighting!
But now’s not the time to dwell on that
March on into the setting sun
Like its you who’s pulling it down
And don’t remember
The ever recurring failures
And don’t you dare laugh
At the abject silliness of it all.

awww, thanks

Ding! Crank up the next line.
Or feed in a new sheet.
The blank page is not mine.
I am typewritten. (Obsolete?)

Borne of black ribbon, heavy keys,
Hammered-home characters.
No duplicates. Errors must be
Corrected in the redraft.
Ink is clearly running low,
The mechanism somewhat rusty;
The hands of the typist
Arthritic, resigned, withdrawn.
Leave in the typos (how postmodern?)
Maybe crossed with red -
But visible, somehow.

Photographer

I record all this.
Stood at the crossroads
Between four beds -
He has no eyes, she no ears;
He no lips, and she no face.

I record all this.
Outside, whatever is happening
Is happening. Something biblical.
Something for history. War, I think.
Mutilations, tragedies...
Something epic.
These are the victims, my people.
I think.

I record all this.
Not the war (or whatever it is)
I am here for the wounded.
This is my message.

I record all this.