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guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | August 29th, 2008 at 05:27pm
ah. welcome to the. thread of my poetry. xD
i lack originality to make a good entrance
like many of the poets on here do.
so just. xD enjoy what i got and.
comment if you want. (:
i'm sort of rusty to begin with. eh.
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cappuccino sunset
the bitter feeling of lust and regret
caressed his pale, porcelain skin
and he tried to grab the sand as it
fell out of place and into a gap-
penetrating everything in its way
contradicting everything he ever knew
but those darkly dancing figures-
moving as if they were on fire,
never asked for his name, or his soul
they just wanted to show him what it felt like
to be trapped in a moment in time
like a smile capture in a photograph
those darkly dancing figures who never asked his name
never asked him for anything
and yet
blindly he followed them with ease
letting hours slip away without notice
but he was too off balance to notice
it felt like the moment was never going to end
but like dragon flies on autumn days
time had escaped his hand too quickly
without so much as a moment passing
and it was finally time
for one of those mediocre cappuccino sunset.
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goodbye blue sky
Always Born a Crime
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 6461 | August 30th, 2008 at 09:36am Haha, your name sounds quite familiar to me, but anyway.
"Cappuccino Sunset", such a good title!
"but like dragon flies on autumn days
time had escaped his hand too quickly
without so much as a moment passing
and it was finally time "
There were many favorite parts, but this was maybe the best =)
Good work, waiting for your new poems =)
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guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | September 6th, 2008 at 02:43pm thank you, and. xD well.
you used to comment my poems quite a bit.
and you got me to listen to chopin. !<3
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sing-along-songs
half beaten words flow on the sidewalk
leading the way to a more timid place
the idea of magic withers with the leaves
as everybody fly away for more vibrant colors
not being prepared for a view of lower contrast
the shadows sailed away with the pirate ship
made of epic poems and haiku's in bold manners
but storms of sonnets met them with rage
how could they have forgotten about the
rhythmic way of the poem?
and on the bay of the rugged mainland
lay abandoned words of ballads and free verse poetry
trying to forget how they betrayed the others
and when the waves crashed in
their words were washed away like seashells-
their imagery breaking under the pressure
and finally sleeping with the fishes. |
Annika.
Motor Baby
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 930 | September 9th, 2008 at 02:14pm Cappuccino Sunset, what a lovely title. (:
Seriously, where do you get these ideas from ? It's so original, but you are original. <3
never asked for his name, or his soul
they just wanted to show him what it felt like
to be trapped in a moment in time
like a smile capture in a photograph
it's so deep, and the beauty of the image that you paint is out of this galaxy.
I always love reading your work. <3
I'll comment on the other one later. |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | September 11th, 2008 at 04:54pm thaaank you annika. <3 i really love getting comments. ^-^
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city lights and broken voids
a bloodcurdling feeling runs down her spine
as she watches the city lights pass her by
shining brightly; blinding her from second chances
trying to prevent the inevitable course of actions-
and reactions
the archetypal looks being exchanged by lovers
expressing the once non-existent feeling of loneliness
with her smile repressed and her fists telling all
she was ready for the expected
and expecting the unreliably unexpected
all the pictures in her mind appear
vaguely familiar and withering away
the bloodcurdling feeling jumps off her spine
as the city lights caress her porcelain cheeks
when she lays down to fall asleep-
for the very first time. |
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213 | September 13th, 2008 at 05:06pm I love your imagery in this, and the scene's you set up, it reminded me of a painting by Edward Hopper called Nighthawks tbh.
As always I love the thoughts behind what you wrote but I think these lines:
she was ready for the expected
and expecting the unreliably unexpected
Broke the flow a little, I had to re-read them a couple of times to get it clear in my head which sort of, took me away from the picture's you were creating so perfectly.
But really, I havn't read your work in a while, but everytime I come back to it you seem to have got better and better, and I remember the first couple of times I read your poetry, and you've just become so much more sophisticated in word choice and everything, brilliant : ) |
Annika.
Motor Baby
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 930 | September 14th, 2008 at 09:54am City Lights and Broken Voids was reading fine literature. You got so many details that create an atmosphere, and they paint a vividly picture.
And like Jessie said you're just getting better and better. (: |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | October 3rd, 2008 at 01:38pm here's on i wrote in class.
i don't like it all that much myself but, c/c?
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color catcher
colors burnt on the window sill
peeling off slowly, like a child unable to let go-
of memories of long lost happy days
and greener grass
the colors exist only to make metaphors
like colorful photographs fading away into sepia tone
becoming more distant and classy with the passing decade
"mourn for me,"
beautiful shades of blue cry, painting the floor
with a bright, vivid tone of neverending grey
they can feel the photographer approaching slowly
getting ready to capture the moment in time
when the blue shades toned grey turn into
a more loved and adored
hue
flash!
and the moment has been captured, lost
like bad dreams caught in a dream catcher
the colors fade away, like bad dreams
but the memories always exist
expressing what could've been. |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | October 11th, 2008 at 08:27pm
i don't like the title all too much but anyways. c/c?
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the past, the present- all black and white
too many words, too few colors
their idea of word association was
broken and falling apart
like a grandfather clock ticking
but missing its tock
blue and yellow make the color envy
like misery and decades make honesty
her fingers unwind the clock
trying to regain the years lost
locked inside a space of broken times
she only got back
two years, five hours and twenty seven-minutes ago
and she was back to where she started out;
tea time and his warm sunny smile
and a large vocabulary in style
without colors everything is falling apart
and his sunny smile turning black and white
and his large vocabulary taught her a lesson
blue and red don't make green
and the years pass by much quicker the second time around
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kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213 | October 20th, 2008 at 02:51pm Colour Catcher mesmerized me a little bit tbh. The vivid descriptions really caught my imagination but I think The past the present - all black and white really stood out.
their idea of word association was
broken and falling apart
I loved your wording there. the tone of it makes me want to believe anything you tell me. And I love you use of colour in this one too.
Oh and this line
and a large vocabulary in style
For some reason caught my imagination.
I loved the imagery mixed with these bold statements.
As you've probably guessed, I still love to read your work <3 |
Exposure.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Age: -
Gender: Female
Posts: 450 | October 25th, 2008 at 09:53am This is just wonderful (i wish i could figure out how to change the txt so i look like everyone else...) |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | October 28th, 2008 at 02:18am thank you for the comments. (:
i really appriecate it. |
Annika.
Motor Baby
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 930 | October 29th, 2008 at 05:34pm So I haven't read anything from you in a while, but I can tell you that you are truly growing as a poet. (:
blue and red don't make green
I really loved that line, because I've always heard that the color of jealousy is toxic green, but I don't know if you referring to that.
But all in all, I really liked the title and the imagery was perfect. |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | June 15th, 2009 at 12:37am sunburn in the evening
the empty sound of forever echoed through his mind
not considering how he felt about those distant memories
a whole two hours since the sun had showed him faith
by bringing him up in the wake of the evening
trying to get him to follow her tracks
leading to something far more serious than a series
of unforgettable memories in blend with anxiety
he spent his nights in that old house
counting the stars and measuring their lengths
and every moment spent there, counting, was a moment
without the thought of what he would become
and remembering who he was, and who he had been—
who he never would be
entangled in a sweet and acid like game
he fell to his knees, his eyes stained with regret
his shirt with the guilt of his actions;
in a moment he realized who he was becoming
and forgot who he was
he forgot to follow the sun
in the heat of his psychological battle
between himself
and the moon
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good morning, lost direction
Good morning lost direction,
what are you looking for today,
in this baby blue weather?
are you looking for someone you lost
or did you just want some time off?
you play the blues like
you were two shades darker
than this awe-inspiring weather
playing the wind chimes
like you know better than
that underrated, narcissistic wind.
your steps become heavier
yet you go nowhere
because there's nowhere to go
when the direction is lost.
irony,
is that your middle name?
you seem to drip with ill-fated luck
and life is too sadistic to be speaking
in a vaguely familiar form of sarcasm
there's nothing wrong with your way of life,
not in the sense of black and white at least.
funny,
is no one looking for you?
your parents must be sick with worry
sleeping on the cold tiled bathroom floor
their eyes bloodshot from pain
their hands worn out from holding back
the feeling of looking without direction.
sadistic
that's the only word which describes
how you yell out for a piece or clue
how you asked for a way to go
but I'm sorry, poor little lost direction
for I'm also lost, searching for a trail
once lost
and we are but comrades
in our simplicity in searching
we do not look in space, nor time
we only stand still in this
undecided moment, stuck in time
and thus, lost direction, we part.
I bid you farewell and good luck
I hope you find home, as I will do
myself.
Good morning, lost direction
what will you look for
tomorrow?
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haven't posted in here since October... what a shame. |
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213 | June 15th, 2009 at 05:38am you play the blues like
you were two shades darker.
One of the best lines I've read in months. I just loved that line. It's simple but beautiful.
And that last poem moved me quite alot, I've been attempting [and failing] to say just exactly what you said. Now I feel I really don't have to. Its is definately a shame you havn't posted in so long. It's a shame this board has lost the buzz and enthusiasm it used to have, but that last poem just reminded me so much of why I always come back here to check out everyones stuff. It was brilliant, imo : ) |
guran!
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179 | December 6th, 2010 at 02:56pm I realize that I haven't post in forever. But I suddenly got the urge to come visit. 
Also, if any of my friends from the poetry board see this,
I miss you guys! 
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oh sweet sugar
the complex situation of
failing yourself
and failing others
calls for a toast
because at the bottom of the bottle
is perpetual courage
which only lasts for one evening
but oh! what courage it brings
liberating them so they can soar
and their love life evolve
as if God was only a lie
but often after the courage has been inhaled
and words have been had
one might find oneself
in agony and pain
of their actions
the following morning.
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Perpetuity’s End
And I will embrace every word
That we failed to remember
In the midst of our memories
Buried in the white sand
Not far from the church
I will express every thought
That I wouldn’t share with you
On our worn-out search for perpetuity
Because we found it all too soon
And allowed it to end
Ironically
However, these shades of green
Refuse to let me go
A promise of return isn’t enough for them
And they’re not prepared to wait
Forever
Even if I embrace every word
Forgotten
Even if I expressed every though
I didn’t share
I’d still be left with just
A lingering touch and aching muscles
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I hope you enjoy.
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