Prose & Poetry

[midnight lady]

I used to hate poetry but now I kind of like it but I still hate gothic poetry.

what is gothic poetry?

[AnaBB Cover]

Something like this :

A time to die

When all hope has past

And all that lies ahead is misery

Is there any point in continuing to fight

Time always runs out eventually for the lonely

Single meals heated in the microwave

Single seats on planes surrounded by happy voices

Only half a lifetime

But its time to call an end

Euthanasia would be a simple solution

But they make it harder for human kind

No lethal injection to take away the pain

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain

Just drifting through the days

Waiting for something to happen

But it never does, it never does,

So all I do is wait in vain

A dull, nagging, long endured pain

The pain of lost opportunities

The pain of stupid mistakes

Only the foolish wait for their lives to change

You have to make it happen

So take the knife

And end this life

And come tomorrow

There will be time for sorrow

It is easy to die when you write it down

Put down the pen and wipe away that frown

Go to sleep and dream of death

Go to sleep and dream of death

One day your dream will last forever...

Your dream will last forever....forever...forever

[Rogue]

OHH Ohhh I wanna share too both by me (Alexa Lowe)

I took intro to poetry this semester and so for the passed week I've been made to write it lol

Love

A sort of pleasant obsession with someone

The kind that is selfless

What a feeling to lose this loved one

it renders you hopeless

A form that is not entirely known

The kind that cannot be spoken

How can it be shown

A heart torn and feelings broken

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Central American Blvd.

In the warmth of December,

Wintin the noise of the streets

There pondered a dog

And a contemplating member

attempting to cross.

In the middle of noon,

Underneath the shadow of an over-pass

The child moved carefully

And the dog moved too soon

Attempting to cross.

In the centre of the highway,

After the brutal assult

Left a trail of blood there

And the mut slowly limped away

Attempting to cross.

In the middle of the market place,

Among the hustling people

A dog laid there dead

And still creatures run with steady pace

Attempting to cross

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(weird I know, but bare with me... on my trip to Honduras I saw a dog get hit by a car and I cried and it was the only thing I could think of writing )

[dutchygirl]

I am forever young

I nibble on life's gifts

Me and the other youngsters,

We pour each other glasses of love

Get soaked in a rain of beauty

we dance on the soil that is

being covered with flowers as our

feet hit it's burning sand

We ignore the thunderstorm ahead

I am forever young

For now..

[AnthonyDeOliveira]

i was watching this thing on tv, and this thing came up and said 'War is peace' and i got pissed and wrote this down:

they say war is peace;

but war only brings lost to

life and family

[penny-dreaddfull]

ive been cursed with the insomniacs kiss

so ill write a little bit and hopefully tire myself out

i dont title my stuff.. it makes it even more pretentious than it already is

stay away

from magic shows

especially those

involving words

words are very

tricky things.

everyone knows

words

the most common

instruments of

illusion

they most likely

be saying them

breathing poems

so rhythmic

you cant help

but dance

and once you start dancing

to words

you might never stop

[penny-dreaddfull]

catholic faith, american pride, marital vows

the perfect bride

falling in love, trust in man, someday youll understand

blood is thicker than water,equal rights

follow me, youre safe tonight

plastic smile, his tear filled eyes

all of these are fucking lies

knight in shining armour,karma

dishonor, heaven and hell and nirvana

promises, protect and serve, believe in me

you have my word

a.d.d. covering up assassinations

beginners luck, brotherly love, caucasian christ

all of these are fucking lies---

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our bodies, brushstroke,pigment,motif

our story,figment,suspension of disbelief;

the thrum of our blood, percussion;

chords,minor-- for the music of our grief

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a rose by any other name

would still get the blame

for being what it is

the color of a kiss

the shadow of a flame a rose may earn another name

so call it love

if you must

and love is like the sea

which changes constantly

and yet is still

the same

[irenistiQ]

a.d.d. covering up assassinations

[penny-dreaddfull]

i would like to be mary,

sitting rapt by his knees,

basking in words

of redemption and love

but i know that i am

really martha

grumbling in the kitchen,

knowing well

that the prophet

with his perfumed feet

wil need some supper

and a place to sleep

[penny-dreaddfull]

i give you an onion

it is a moon wrapped in brown paper,

it promises light

like the careful undressing of love

here

it will blind you with tears

like a lover

i am trying to be truthful

not a cute card or a kiss-o-gram

i give you an onion

its fierce kiss will stay on your lips

possessive and faithful

as we are

as long as we are

take it

its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring

if you like

lethal

its scent will cling to your fingers

cling to your knife

[penny-dreaddfull]

i wrote a good omelet... and drank a hotpoem

after loving you

buttoned my car....and drove my coat home..in the rain

after loving you

i goed on red...and stopped on green...floating

somewhere inbetween...

being here and being there

after loving you

i rolled my bed.. and turned down my hair..

slightly confused but, i didnt care

laid out my teeth... and gargled my gown....

then i stood.. and laid me down...

to sleep.....

after..

loving

you

[penny-dreaddfull]

give me red vines and ginger snaps

a triple cheeseburger w/ bacon

give me 2 shots of grey goose and an

empty bottle on the table

give me 2 packs of cloves

and maybe a hit off of jackies bong

give me xanax and percocet

vicodin and anything illegal

i want this world

give it to me

give me clubbing hard

museums by day

and dancing by night

independant cinemas

and theaters galore

frolicking in the warm ocean

and jumping

without ooking first

give me wine women and men

that namby pamby

afterlife

shit aint for me

i want to live life

hard

come on

give

it

to

me

[penny-dreaddfull]

the puppet thinks:

its not so much

what they make me say

and do

as their hands up my ass

[penny-dreaddfull]

pandora never at the appple

that was someone elses travesty

wasnt it>?>

or was it

hunger that opened the box after all??

certainly, mere fruit couldnt have tempted one so pure

or could it be

that our temptations open delicious worlds

when we trust them

[penny-dreaddfull]

sometimes

my truest thoughts

are written across

my forehead, my eyes

are mouths

shouting,screaming

[penny-dreaddfull]

the worst fairy tale

was beauty and the beast

there was no magic there

just rape and bloody feasts

sold out by her father

and taken away

and never again did she

see the light of day

welcome to grimms fairy tales

the reality of neverland

the truth never heard by

children

so quickly hushed and banned

because inside this prism

light just dont bend

and the tragedies of life

they never fucking end

[buhlack7]

oh my penny! so much emotions! and oh so grim! I love that your diction has got such aggressive energy!

i used to hate poetry and prose until i had to explicate explicate explicate for english and psychology!

[TheBaronOfFratton]

This little puff-piece was written a few years ago - an homage to Edgar Allen Poe and his poem "Annabel Lee" - I'd hope Penny-Dreaddful was aware of it, if no one else!

I should post it in the Anouck Lepere thread too. I think she's pretty much retired now, but at the time she sashayed through my dreams...

It was troubling me on billboards high

And magazines everywhere

That a maiden displayed, that was making me sigh

By the name of ANOUCK LEPERE;

And this maiden, she lived with no knowledge of me

As she gazed benignly from there.

And I sought out her image, I sought out her smile

In magazines everywhere

And hours I'd spend watching FashionTV -

For a glimpse of ANOUCK LEPERE -

Watching adverts intently on telly each night

'Cos she appears on some perfume one there.

And just like 'Leffe' and just like Magritte

She's a part of my Belgian affair

And we'd move back to Antwerp to eat moules et frites

Just me and ANOUCK LEPERE

And from Paris, Milan, New York and beyond

I'm in love with the girl with the long brown hair

As it sashays in chestnut down catwalks

And in magazines everywhere.

I'd defer to her knowledge of what clothes suited me

And on my ear I'd proudly wear -

A jewellery piece that caresses my lobe

Designed by my maiden with flair

And sold in 'Barney's' and 'Maxfield's'

But mine, a gift from ANOUCK LEPERE

But our love it is stronger by far than the love

Of some model + rock-star pair

Or some strange David Copperfield affair

No, no rock-star, nor actor or male-model

No magician or millionaire

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

of the lovely ANOUCK LEPERE

And I guess I can't write without invoking the sight

Of the lovely ANOUCK LEPERE

As she promenades down my daydream runways

The lovely ANOUCK LEPERE:

We'd discuss architecture whilst the mood got quite potent

With her swathed in 'Deep Red' and (no doubt) Dries Van Noten

I'd lie by my muse with no more a care -

If she'd only come out of her magazine there.

And then I moved on. God, I'm fickle...

[penny-dreaddfull]

hey baron.. yes im aware of the poe poem

my fave line is

for the moon never beams

without bringing me dreams

of beautiful, annabelle lee.

i love your ode to it!!!

really freaking cool

i knew you were a poet

was just waiting to see if youd write any of your stuff here.

im glad you did!

[TheBaronOfFratton]

hey baron.. yes im aware of the poe poem

my fave line is

for the moon never beams

without bringing me dreams

of beautiful, annabelle lee.

i love your ode to it!!!

really freaking cool

i knew you were a poet

was just waiting to see if youd write any of your stuff here.

im glad you did!

Ah, Ma'am - I just knew you'd know that one!!!

Thank you for the kind words. Of course this means I might just outstay my welcome!

Please post more. I thought the "I would like to be Mary..." poem was a beauty. Ever read any D H Lawrence poetry? It was quite akin...

I hope this thread picks up - Looking forward to a deluge.