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kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | March 19th, 2009 at 11:41pm
Inspired by a quote by Dr. Manhattan. Heh.
HE 1523-0901.
The stars remain at every turn
it’s only a question of visible quantity but
thing is, I tire myself
looking at these lifeless forms of existence
and trying to think about the irony of it.
To see the dead, dusty lights in the sky
and muse about life.
We’re all a bundle of oxymoronic displays
with a penchant for dreaming up
our own futures.
Stuff made of myths
- the ones we know might just
remain in the shades.
Unlike the bright plasmas we usurp our
minds from, the talked-about and the looked-at,
the ones giving a seemingly guiltless insight
at life the way we want it,
life after killing ourselves
life after our death.
We're always killing ourselves.
Always wishing and stumbling.
And then always thinking and
looking up at dead things.
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kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | March 21st, 2009 at 12:03pm Two-Hand Gesture, Mimic A Person In Peril.
This is the universal sign for danger,
Of confines and calluses and slipshod entities of a human heart.
I can ruin many things, but only if I’m told to;
This time, it’s the story of escape to a wary suburb.
But I like what it entails,
like a rescuer with half-hearted efforts and
limited attention to detail.
I’m not safe anymore, but there’s only room for comfort.
This is the universal sign for loyalty.
Of suns and moons, and making me twice the man that I’m not.
The only reason why we speak is to prove something
to ourselves. So I’m speaking to prove
this to my past: you’re not the best you can be.
And we’re the only ones who can reach out to the perfect existence
we tell ourselves we’ll have. So I’m proving this
to prove that I can: I’m not the best I can be.
This is the universal sign for loss.
Of mourning and grief over dead souls when all we feel,
is pity and regret; and then the occasional bout of gloom.
And we don’t say ‘I wish I had’ more than we would now
because we’ve trained ourselves with
actions we’ll eventually lament over. There’s nothing
we’re doing now we’ll ever be content with.
This is the universal sign for
‘Always wanting what we can’t have’
And forgoing the simple notion of life we’re familiar with
And while we’re all sitting and worried
losing what we thought was immortal,
we raise our heads and wish the rulebook had mentioned
a line or two about the universal sign for
‘There’s one of us’.
Or ‘It’s over’.
Or choking.
Or help.
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kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | March 27th, 2009 at 07:27am Anyone? |
Tilly and the Wall Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 31 Gender: - Posts: 1850 | March 27th, 2009 at 07:48am crimes in the mosh.:
HE 1523-0901.
I thought most of it wasn't flowing just right. The starting of it was... rather mediocre for a poet like you. But you know what? I loved the ending. You just kind of snuck up on the reader and shifted their perspective and that's what made me like this poem.
Unlike the bright plasmas we usurp our
minds from, the talked-about and the looked-at,
the ones giving a seemingly guiltless insight
at life the way we want it,
life after killing ourselves
life after our death.
We're always killing ourselves.
Always wishing and stumbling.
And then always thinking and
looking up at dead things.
That's my favorite part. I like your thought process here, it's unique and different and something I really love about your poems. :] |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | March 27th, 2009 at 08:36am Thank you! (: Yeah, I didn't quite like the beginning either - I'm having trouble making words flow nowadays. But I'll try. Thanks again. |
SicTransitGloria Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1150 | March 28th, 2009 at 10:10am Sometimes you have to die and live again, to stop your
irrevocable death. You have to cry; you have to lose.
Sometimes you have to perform the sin.
Sometimes you have to give up to
never give in.
I haven't been on here for so long, but this was just magical...
You get better and better every time i come back here. |
SicTransitGloria Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1150 | March 28th, 2009 at 10:15am I've missed so much!!! |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | March 28th, 2009 at 12:07pm Thank you so much, I miss your comments. (: |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 6th, 2009 at 06:14am Deadline.
When you’re done digging the front porch
for something a little more benign and of meaning,
take the rake, and
put on your worst show yet.
We’re all at the prime of our lives with
our hands creating dream webs;
or, flimsy tales,
or
whatever is left of fantasy these days.
These days, we all enjoy the pig-out
sessions and the
“blooming into nothing”, knowing
full well it’ll be something eventually.
If we try enough.
Five minutes is all I’m left with before I stop
sitting around,
not picking up the pieces. |
SicTransitGloria Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1150 | April 16th, 2009 at 03:45pm MORE PLEEAAASSSEEEE????
I need my fix of awesome poetry
xx |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 19th, 2009 at 05:23am : D I'm trying to get back into it, thank you for liking/reading/commenting on my stuff, still! I really appreciate it. -hugs- |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 19th, 2009 at 08:16pm Maybe it is all of this:
the self-destructive activities we shake hands with.
Our penchants for tragic romanticism,
when we form personal partnership with mental suicide and
every half-hour we cringe in delicate ecstasy over
what graves would feel like under our bones.
We swallow external influence like flies.
We blame it on developing dispositions and a grip for
desire; a change from the humdrum of easy happiness.
We talk to hurricanes and plead for a booking in the eye of it.
We tell the waters to clog our minds,
to kill ourselves and the lessons we’re learning along the way.
Every talent we hone, we want to sell.
We fall in love with our past, and our future, and neglect
the waking body of now.
If it could stop,
All of this irrational hate and wars against our demons,
All of this monetizing of our personalities for a morsel of self-worth,
All of this readiness to excuse ourselves from living.
If it would all stop,
maybe then, what’s left of our humanity
and meaningful existence and our strives for it,
would start.
The gears are oiled; we’re left to activate.
Now to switch the motors.
Now for us to wake up.
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SicTransitGloria Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1150 | April 21st, 2009 at 02:02pm Beautiful, as always.
Every talent we hone, we want to sell.
We fall in love with our past, and our future |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 22nd, 2009 at 12:13pm Thank you very much. (: |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 24th, 2009 at 11:04am
Forget dignity.
Pin courage on mobsters who try
to drag us. Give them time, and
effort you would hardly bless the
rest with.
Let the commercial
clandestine
take over our youth, and fight
with the spark they never searched
for. It’s up to us to
convince,
it’s up to us to
understand and
relate. To try,
to commit, to change.
We’re the right ones.
We’re the ones letting everything in.
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Headless Weather.
You go to coffee houses to sit down, and stare, and wait.
You stir each mug with resolute dramatics
and just the right pinch of self-conscious pity.
Pick nickels off the streets.
Assure them as signs.
Call common occurrences oddities.
You look between books;
You stay tucked inside them, flitting between one and the other,
eyes to the dense of the sky and
cringe at the sentence structures of weeds.
Sighing, and liking it, then
Hurting, and feeling the pinches of being alive, then
Feeling the words shrivel and die inside yourself, trapped
only by your insistence of muse-searching and a lack of initiation.
You sit,
your bones and your teeth to the coffee mug,
your skeletons as a burdening legacy in the corner couch,
your reliance on drugs and poverty for a trip to nowhere.
You walk along dull corners.
You stir the plain liquids and let your words melt in its heat.
Then you stare.
Then you wait.
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SicTransitGloria Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1150 | April 24th, 2009 at 11:52am Wow. Some of those sentences were just gorgeous.
eyes to the dense of the sky and
cringe at the sentence structures of weeds.
Sighing, and liking it, then
Hurting, and feeling the pinches of being alive
I love the self-absorption depicted - the slight enjoyment everyone gets from being miserable and dramatic.
Love it. Well done, Nab. |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | April 24th, 2009 at 12:10pm Thank you, thank you. <3 |
kings of leon. Always Born a Crime
Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Two-Hand Gesture, Mimic A Person In Peril.
I'm not really sure what to say other that I envy your intelligence. I love the way your thought processes come through your poems in such a beautiful way, you write things that blow my mind a bit tbh.
Oh and even though I'm not about all the time I'm still always reading : )
x |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | Thanks so much Jessie. <3 |
Tilly and the Wall Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 31 Gender: - Posts: 1850 | Headless Weather. is really nice. You kinda lost me in the towards the end, but the last two lines caught me again. Just thought I'd tell you I really liked them, excellent touch. |