you are all missing the one quality that makes it true teen angst poetry. every poem should end with the line,"i hate my parent". otherwise you are all spot on.
I wrote this back in May. I'm not really particularly happy with it other than a few lines. And the message.
It's kind of weird. I don't ever write like this either. It the typical poetic style. Usually when I need to write, I end up just writing whatever is in my mind.
what if everyone you knew turned their back.
tempted to cry but just felt a lack.
stood around wanting more.
feeling cheated, feeling sore.
you felt you did so much good.
you felt you did it all right.
you sat alone each and every night.
realize that everyone you knew was just a glimpse,
of what you thought you knew.
who could tell.
who knew.
that they all were better for not knowing you.
so as you lay there,
cold.
dead.
you now know that everyone really never knew you.
i get all hot when you get dark
Quote:i get all hot when you get dark
You know arpi, I'm startin to get kind of scared of you. I mean at first, it started out as a joke. But lately, I just dont know anymore. You're scaring me.
Hold me someone.
I hate my parent.
I haven't written anything in almost a year now. I actually recently, just this week to be exact. I started thinking of writing and had a few ideas, i just wrote this after I read this post. It's nothing great but just an idea I been pondering a couple days and wrote it down without really thinking. So don't be to critical I know I can do better.
A Single Rose In hell
In the bowels of darkness
Lay a single shred of hope
To prove it was not meaningless
To never give up hope
A single rose grows in hell
Brimming with all its beauty
Locked inside a closed cell
To protect it for its duty
Yet why in such agony
Would a flower choose to grow?
Perhaps it was its delicasy
And power to let love flow
For if in hell could grow a rose
And plant itself so deep
Then hope would it give to those
And never let them weep
And if such beauty could defy
The unbounded trials of hell
Then never will the reliance decay
Of the countless souls who
See a single rose grow in hell
Quote:You know arpi, I'm startin to get kind of scared of you. I mean at first, it started out as a joke. But lately, I just dont know anymore. You're scaring me.
Hold me someone.
I hate my parent.
i'm finished. where are my cigarettes?
Not a huge fan of poetry, but I have read some stuff, like Yeat's The Falconer, that were pretty cool. And I'm really impressed by what I've seen here. Gonzo, if that's off the top of your head, I can only imagine what happens when you put effort into it. And Spit, have you found a band to perform any of your songs yet?
I've had so many ideas for stories, but just never had the time or commitment to write any of them. Guess you could call "Famous Author" a fall-back career. :lol:
4-5-02
all of this life is a dream that i can see beyond, taking it in stride, i'm not one to flee
my pain is an illusion
conjured up from within me. covering up the truth that cries…
let me out
let me out
i suppress the pain with your words which cut through my brain and take hold of my heart. my seemingly endless nights blending into even longer days which can only be quelled by the addiction called you.
good stuff VG, maymay and gonzo
heres some more (yes i know i stole 2 lines from lennon in this one
)....
we met and sparks were many
new lust turned to love turns to complacency
time takes its toll on fantasy
life is what happens
when your busy making other plans
what once was new has now grown rough
new friends to lovers to old friends
what once was pleasure is now commonplace
i find my pleasure in others now
what might have been
what was
goodbye
I write too.
heres a link to one of mine
Kevin's Song
Edited By BeckyDC on April 05 2002 at 1:21
Little boy
Little boy
come here i have a toy.
dont mind that it moves and pulsates
it just does that to tickle your prostate
close to Maymay's but written last summer:
Why can't life be a dream
oh, to only exist in someone's
warped imagination
a reason for this cruel joke
of a life, to live
in someone's subconscious mind
when they wake I'll be gone...
WAKE UP!
but they hit snooze
again
stuck here..
can't break away
won't fade away
to a more tranquil
plane of existence
oh yeah, and then I can shoot
my parents :lol:
shouldnt you be out in the parking lot, smoking cigarettes, and skipping gym?
Roses are red
violets are blue
your writing sucks
do you swallow?
Quote:Roses are red
violets are blue
your writing sucks
do you swallow?
Tulips are pink,
Daisies are white,
You stupid Fuck,
Of course I do.
The grass is green
The sky is blue
Does it drip of your chin
Like a dribble of drool?
Chalkboards are green
Charcoal is black
More shit like this
And we'll all get a smack
It's Friday night and she's on her back,
Screaming and grunting,
Like the two head Yack.
Put it in her mouth or in her ass,
Then kick her out the door,
Cause you got no class.
Restless bodies stir and swirl.
Moonlight slashes through the night ink
And finds...
A memory
Not from one, but many
That cried out against something,
Anything,
And faded into the darkness
Found only in
A memory.