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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:28am
Hello, and welcome.
I am no poet, but I write anyway. Whatever helps you get through the day, right?
I believe I am going slowly insane. I'm sure you'll see it in my poetry.
Not everything I post her is going to be poetry. I write this little things... I don't know what they are. Whenever I'm feeling something really strongly, I take the feeling and I put it to words. They're all just long, run-on paragraphs and I'm sure that they are no good, but they I think they do a good job of capturing what I was feeling.
I'll stop rambling now. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:34am Telephone Cord
I am cutting
this makeshift telephone cord.
Once leading from cup to cup,
clubhouse to clubhouse,
it’s sides dangle from either tree.
Too many lies traveled
through that frayed piece of twine,
too many secrets
you “promised” not to tell,
too many feelings
you swore you understood,
too much trust
that you’d never return.
You can consider this goodbye.
Our last thread of hope,
our last outreach to each other
has been snipped in half.
And yet, it would be so wrong
to say we’re sorry.
No regrets dwell within us,
no desperate need for one another
has survived these darker days.
And yet, it would be so wrong
to blame you in the slightest.
I can only say
the fault is mine
for letting you see me as I am.
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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:38am Entwinement
While somewhere in the trees, the birds do chirp
While somewhere in this sky, a planet burns
While somewhere on this Earth, a heart does hurt
While somewhere in this town, a life does turn,
and though our thoughts are plagued with chronic shame,
and though our hearts are torn to all degrees,
in this night there is no ling'ring pain
for hand entwines with hand with agile ease.
And our, the whole world's hunger turns to air
and painful thoughts shall stand at bay from me.
On lips, starvation, thirst do not dwell where
their tender counterparts should surely be.
Though through all agonies the world must fight,
we are but two inside this star-lit night.
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Note: This is a sonnet. I wrote it for English class... so there's a crazy rhyme scheme and meter and blah blah blah |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:41am Ballad for the Far-Sighted
(Ode to a Pair of Contact Lenses)
You are stronger than these walls.
The bricks turn to puddy
in your hands.
The girls stand silent
as the boys lead us down,
high on irrationality,
entranced by the opportunity at hand.
They don’t know what they have done
until they freeze and turn their back.
With a nothing-kiss
and a bat of the eyes,
they are the vapor in our air.
The walls were fortified,
our eyes have turned to glass.
“Better never than too late”:
the lie I’ve half believed.
The answer’s in front of our faces
but we’re far-sighted and
can’t see past our own noses.
Grasping memories,
we mesmor-ees
hold you closer than our skin.
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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:45am The Untouched Staff
In this, we are
the instrumentation.
Each whistle off my tongue,
and each grumble from your throat
mesh in harmony.
But your tone-deaf ears
won’t have it
and they throw our chord
to dissonance.
Grasping for the untouched staff,
my compensations fail.
Our song was destined to sink
for the rhythm was too slow;
the lyrics too complacent
and they tried in vain
to speak the truth
that no letters, jotted on a pad
could hope to explain.
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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 17th, 2008 at 12:50am This Is Not Sky
Bruised and purple and dark-eyed
but it was sleeping.
It looked almost beautiful-
I think it once was-
but I let it slip
down the canyons of my mind
where no seance could hope
to resurrect it.
It's hard to run
when you've come so far,
and when you've carved your heart
from your chest.
But run I will,
if it takes me from you.
If it takes me much farther
from where I began.
I will run til I fall off
the edge of the Earth
(and wish that you had followed)
For as much as I will
for hate to sear
through my eyes and
to devour your ungrateful lips,
your meaningful yesterdays,
promising tomorrows
restrain it until it's
no more than a dream.
This is not light,
but lack of dark.
This is not love,
but lack of hate.
This is not flame,
but lack of ice.
This is not sky,
but lack of Earth.
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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 19th, 2008 at 12:03am really? no one? |
TeamEdward Fabulous Killjoy
Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 125 | July 21st, 2008 at 04:30pm i really like the first one
you can just picture it so well
x |
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid
Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158 | July 23rd, 2008 at 09:55am holy shit!
you said you weren't talented.
but you really are. you're an amazing poet!! |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 24th, 2008 at 02:37am wow
thanks! i really appreciate it! |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | July 24th, 2008 at 05:15am Oh my God.
Um, hi, new favorite poet on this board. I'm a fan and I now officially love you and your thread. This will become my new home.
Srsly, every one of them blew me away. I don't even know where to really begin: just, your style, your tone, your way of writing, your choice of words and phrasing, EVERYTHING, it is just amazing to me.
And I really, really look forward to more of your work. Keep writing, you win at this/life. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | July 27th, 2008 at 02:04pm wow... WOW... THANK YOU!!!!
i REALLY REALLY REALLY appreciate that!
I'm working on one right now... it sort of takes me a while to write because I try to be a perfectionist. Thank you so much! |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | August 28th, 2008 at 10:32pm Fine Wine
A metallic whistle resounds
as the fork tangents the goblet,
symbolizing the initiation.
Let us toast to our own termination.
"To the most cliche of
unrequited love.
The beginnings you only
find in movies;
the endings you find in hell.
To bracing ourselves
for the best to come.
To mal-forming it
into the worst.
To begging in our poisoned lips.
To the creation of innocence
through murder,
the creation of murder
through love.
To drowning in the fountain of youth."
We down the sweet, sweet cyanide
as if it were fine wine.
Cursed with almost immortality,
we writhe until our souls decay.
We drink this poison in hope
that we shall be numb.
Our cups runneth over. |
kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | August 29th, 2008 at 01:23am Fuuuuuck.
How do you do that?! I now have a love-hate relationship with you and your poems and your batshit crazy talent that I am not doing justice with my silly flailing comments.
Just the first few lines itself gave me shivers. I love how you caught a mere few seconds of action into the whole piece and made it so...impactful.
To the creation of innocence
through murder,
the creation of murder
through love.
To drowning in the fountain of youth."
I love the way this stanza was phrased.
And! Your word usage! Is! Orgasmic. Gah. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | August 31st, 2008 at 01:19am |
Pansy Wayero Jazz Hands
Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 372 | September 1st, 2008 at 03:26pm omg im soo jealous of your talent so much so that i think i can hear the green eyed monster knocking at my door! arrrr! ur use of words is amazing, spectacular and very very cool. u r a real poet and i am so envious of how u can create so much action wif just one simple line. news flash: you have official become one of the select few poets that i absolutely have to keep reading their awesum poems. fuuck each 1 blew me away well done!!!! |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | September 1st, 2008 at 10:38pm wowow!!!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH
You all are so very nice |
barcoded. Thinking Happy Thoughts
Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 551 | September 3rd, 2008 at 05:54am This is not sky is amazing
just thought id let you knw |
The Raven Killjoy
Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 1 | September 9th, 2008 at 11:53am Oh dear, I love all of them. Every last line screams perfection through my eyes.
My favorite poet here, too, as of now.♥ |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor
Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | September 15th, 2008 at 12:56am aww thnk you so much
i really appreciate all of this! |