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Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 8th, 2009 at 05:55pm
Hey, I've got another free verse poem... And wow, I've been updating this a lot x]p But yeah, I thought I'd try more free verse. This one's really short, but whatever. Here you go -^.^-
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Confectionery Fruits (July 5th, 2009.)
Love is sweet and pure,
that is always true.
But remember, sweet darling;
that love can be magic,
and magic, sometimes, can be just an illusion.
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So, like it? Hate it? Anything? |
Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 440 | July 8th, 2009 at 05:56pm Holy Poet! The People Pleaser is absolutely amazing. One of the best poems I have ever read. |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 8th, 2009 at 06:08pm I just squee'd (that looks better than "squeed" in my opinion). Thanks for that, I'm like really happy right now =D |
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213 | July 9th, 2009 at 12:46pm Heyy, thought it was about time I swung by to see how you were getting on, so I hope all's been well with you : ) . Anyway, I must say the advise you took fro city lights. about trying out free verse certainly paid off in my opinion and I thought Flaws Have No Structure was one of your best efforts and I found Confectionary Fruits interesting. I also really enjoyed the metion of the 'allegro of the flute'. That was a nice little line. Things is about your poetry, its subject is mainly very dark and brooding, but the tone of that is contradicted by the strict rhyme schemes you set yourself. The ABAB rhyme, or th internal rhyme tends to give things a nursery rhyme sort of rythym which contradicts what your trying to get across, and I found it much more powerful when you gave yourself a bit of freedom without the rhyme to really develop your points. I'd love to see more free verse from you, but apart from that, well done and keep it coming : ) |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 10th, 2009 at 07:02pm Thank you, kings of leon.  I am trying to switch around my rhyme schemes within poems, but I do believe that I'll always be mainly sticking to poetry with some rhymes-- it's just my preference. Right now I'm working on one that alternates between a lot of rhyme schemes and is pretty random about it. I'm trying really hard to break free of the set-in-stone structure, but it's a little hard; guess my mom was right when she said I was inheriting her OCD xD
But, yeah. Here's a poem I like that I wrote yesterday to go with a short fiction I wrote for my English summer school class.
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Sinking Seminars (July 9th, 2009.)
It’s the flaming crimson hair, over the water line
It was his own dare that he could not decline
All ‘cause he thought that he could brave any wave
When his father said no
His own brain said yes
His eyes soon lost their glow
Because he craved success
So after the wave’s attack everyone would dress in black
The single father is in tears
As this confirmed his losing fears
From the autopsy to the mortuary
The boy had always found six feet under scary
And he’d had a dream that he would become a part of the stream
Oh, how ashes burn and make hearts ache
As they give him back to the lake |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 10th, 2009 at 11:40pm So, I was looking through my poetry folder in my computer, and I found another free verse. I don't know when I wrote it, I'm guessing June. I'm actually pretty sure it was June. I wasn't planning on posting again today, 'cause I'm lazy, but then I guess why not?
It's kinda long... and basically just me babbling and showing how pathetic I am... but eh, what the heck.
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Free Verse Is Not My Forte (June 2009.)
Today, I found myself thinking of your scent.
Of you leaning against the wall,
Of me leaning against your chest.
Lit cigarette in hand.
While I leaned against your chest,
The smoke clouded up my senses
…yes, I’d like to think it was the smoke.
Sweet and sweaty,
Pleasant and repelling.
I found myself missing you.
I missed you terribly.
Hush now ‘cause I still do.
What are you doing right now?
I miss you terribly.
Saw you but three days ago.
I miss you terribly.
Spent hours with you then.
I miss you terribly.
Haven’t heard from you since,
Is that why
I miss you terribly?
Why can’t you stay in one place?
Or at least activate that damned phone.
I never know where to call…
…I wonder if you wonder why I never call.
I want to call.
But do I call your house or your brother or possibly your mother?
I wonder if you wonder why I never call.
I want to call.
I want to hear your voice.
I want you to ask what’s wrong.
I know I’ll deny it.
But I’d like to hear your voice.
…I wonder if you wonder why I never call.
I’d like to call.
Hear your voice, keep me sane.
I’d like to call.
Hear your voice, relax my nerves.
I’d like to call.
Make some plans, see you again.
I’d like to call.
Hear your voice…
Hear your voice…
Coarse and melodic,
Harsh and soothing.
I need to hear your voice.
Today I found myself thinking of you.
Just you, in general.
Everything.
Your scent,
That voice,
Your arms…
I’d like to be in your arms right now.
Instead of writing a stupid poem.
Verses fix nothing.
Yet I write them every day.
I’d like to be in your arms right now.
Haven’t I said that already?
Won’t you call already?
I wonder if you wonder why I never call.
Haven’t I said that already?
Won’t you come to the city already?
I’d like to be in your arms right now.
So come to the city.
I could come out there.
But you’d need to call.
I wonder if you wonder why…
Do you wonder why I never call?
I’m anxious. I want to talk to you. Not your brother;
Or your mom,
Or step-dad,
Or random friend.
I never know where you are.
I’m too anti social, you always know where I’m at.
Home.
Wishing that I were in your arms,
Smelling your scent,
And hearing your voice.
I miss you.
I want you to overload my senses.
I want to hold you close.
I just want you close.
Why am I even typing this?
It only shows how pitiful I’ve become.
I miss you.
My life is a big blob of introverted disgrace.
And I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
Do you miss me too?
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Epic title on this one, huh? |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 12th, 2009 at 08:07pm I have writer's block; have for a few days. This is what happens:
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It Seems I’ve Gotten Sick (July 11th, 2009.)
It’s a morning of pulling hair
and guzzling almond-flavored caffeine.
It seems I’ve lost my flair
at just the age of fifteen.
So, is this where it starts to taper?
It all starts to fade to vapor.
A rhyme a day maintains my sanity
Helps me censor some profanity
Maybe give back to humanity
Oh, here comes the insanity!
I need something I can use
I need a visit from my muse
Or some more shocking news
So I won’t snooze and lose
Maybe I need tragedy to hit,
or sorrows to knock me down.
Maybe I need my head to split,
so I can take a look around.
Ah, what about the ideas he gave me?
Are they to become debris?
I’d like to finish those.
But I just can’t handle all these blows.
I suppose I should put on some day clothes,
see where my body goes,
and then, well, who knows?
Damn, I’m being taken over by the disease,
it’s making me weak at the knees,
took away any expertise,
then it made my brain freeze.
This is undeniably an illness,
it’s in my head causing stillness,
bringing pounding and aches,
not letting me correct my mistakes.
My body quivers and shakes.
Writer’s block is an ailment indeed,
making you recede to bleed,
while giving one little hope to proceed.
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Took me foreverrrrrr. And is amazingly sucktacular. |
Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 440 | July 13th, 2009 at 07:50pm Jesus, you're a poem wizard! Lmao, your poems blow my mindd. (: |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 13th, 2009 at 10:14pm Aww, thankies youzz -^.^- |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 14th, 2009 at 07:48am I've got about fifteen minutes before I have to head out to summer school ( )... and I found a fun poem in my poetry folder. So, thought I'd post it here.
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Plagiarism Isn’t Cool (July 8th, 2009.)
You wanted to be a writer
Wanted to be a thought igniter
But you are no brighter than a flickering pocket lighter
You wanted to be a poet
Wanted to be a hit
But you weren't legit and you just couldn't commit
You wanted to be a success
Wanted to have finesse
But you're looking to impress with skills that you do not possess
Oh, have you not heard, you fool?
That plagiarism isn’t cool.
By: Not you.
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I love that one, just 'cause it's so fun xD  |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 17th, 2009 at 07:45am Anotherr free verse that randomly came to me.
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I Won't Be A Hairdresser July 2009
Tried to cut my hair today
and as I was frantically trying to thin the ends
I realized that I couldn’t fix that.
Just like I couldn’t fix anything else
that was wrong with me.
I’m left standing before the mirror
thinking about how my parents will be fuming;
and trust me, love,
someone will always reject your efforts
when you try to make things better.
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Gotta go now.
Edit: Okay, yeah. Had to leave right after I posted this 'cause I had to get my butt to summer school. Meh... But, as I wanted to say earlier: I'm not done with this. Okay, I am done with this particular one. But I'm going to do another of basically the same poem. I want to make this one rhyme, I just do. You cannot stop me =p So there will be this, the free verse version, and when I get around to it there will also be a rhyming version.
So that's what I wanted to say, pretty much. |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 22nd, 2009 at 09:52pm I wrote this in school. Summer school. 'Cause I cut too many classes to pass xPP And when I was in class... I was doing things I shouldn't... like writing poems.
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Aches And Pains And Headphones July 21, 2009.
Pounding, spinning, way too bright
I closed my eyes padlock tight
So sick, so suddenly, from this distain
Just the onset of another migraine
Well, I tried
But I couldn’t hide
Hot, hot, loud, loud, crash, bang, fall
Smash, smash, terrible impact, sneaky, sneaky, crawl
From things going to hell
It’s pretty simple to tell
That I’ve been found
By the hungry blood hound
Torn apart, shred to shred
Panicking heart, stuck in bed
Yeah, I understand what they mean
In the melodies that I have seen
Anxious on the heated streets
Knocked right off of my dazed feet
Metal on my tongue, seeping from lip to gums
All in the tune of my hums
The creeping copper in the back of my throat
Described by the verses which I quote
The crawling pain from stomach to chest
Sweating flesh from disability to digest
It’s gonna burst from my neck
Somewhere along the tiring trek
Taken right from the lyric’s tone
You’ve got my own agonized groan
I got to the hospital so call in the nurse
Poke and prod as I cry and curse
Quiet, quiet, listen to each lung
Procedure, procedure, as they sung
Swollen tonsils, hard to see
They poured Vicodin into my IV
A calming anesthetic
They say I’m not pathetic
Now I can fall asleep
To the heart monitor’s steady beep
Offering a description of your conniption
Music is also the very best prescription
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I rather enjoyed this one. :]
Edit: I changed the title. Nothing major. Instead of Aches And Pains, it is now Aches And Pains And Headphones. Fits better in my opinion. |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 24th, 2009 at 02:29pm Hello to whoever out there that's actually reading my posts! Heh x]p I just found a really sucky poem and re-wrote it entirely. Here be it:
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Each Other’s (July 24th, 2009.)
If I tell you that you’re mine, will you say that I am yours?
Would you help me clean out all of my most secret drawers?
I’d like you to desecrate my halls,
So that you can make it over all my walls;
I’ll let you crack the bricks,
Because I know that you can see through my tricks.
Don’t you see that I’m begging you?
Granted, it’s mute, but nonetheless it’s true.
Well, there’s not much more that I can conceal
Because you’ve already become my Achilles’ heel.
Now I’m ready to reveal.
Better yet, would you let me in?
I wanna see what it’s like underneath your skin.
I know I’m handing you silence,
But I’m afraid that noise will lead to violence.
I’m just weak in that way,
Can’t promise anyone that I’ll keep myself okay.
But with four long months and one little slip,
I’m pretty darn sure that I can keep my grip.
I’ve always been a great place to confide,
You wouldn’t lose any pride,
So won’t you let me inside?
Ah, silly me, silly hopes,
Tie them away in all the ropes.
Things now actually are really good,
Even if they are a bit misunderstood.
I’m sure if I stop my inner whining,
Things will eventually start refining.
Yeah, things will be better before too long,
‘Cause it’s not like this bond isn’t strong.
This is where I belong.
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Trust me, it's a lot better than the first try xP |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | July 31st, 2009 at 02:00pm Judas Is In My Head! (July 22, 2009.)
She's pretty content being like this
Doesn't see it as the spine-strike kiss
She's fine with living in her day dreams
Twisting the facts and ripping their seams
Everything is turned over and tossed
Judas is calling and now she's lost
He's saying "it will never come true!"
But that right there is up to you
Will you save her from Judas' knife?
You're all that's left in her life
Come on, make Judas disappear
Then you and her are all that's here |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | August 13th, 2009 at 11:06pm Puke On Love (August 13, 2009.)
I can fall faster than you can blink,
yet you laugh while I stumble on the brink.
You lead me there, you left me here,
and I lost your whisper in my ear.
Sitting alive, inside my grave,
you saw that I’m too much to save.
You push me, stab me, twist the blade,
Every day, every day, it’s a game you made.
You leave me in comatose,
you make sure I can’t get close.
I hate being under your control,
I miss feeling like I had a role.
Step on my fingers so I lose my grip,
give my insides a brand new rip.
Scar me deeper than I myself have before,
because I just can’t deal with this anymore. |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | August 23rd, 2009 at 11:14am Hello, Poetry Board! I'm back!
Wow, I actually haven't been on here in a while... opps ^///^ Anyway, poem time \o/
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The Town Hall (8-22-09)
She sits by a caged waterfall,
out in front of the Town Hall.
Her beliefs will stay sturdy,
even when nobody comes at three-thirty.
She sits on concrete all alone,
her voice, her sign, her cause... all unknown.
And no one ever shows.
No one helps to oppose.
What kind of world does she live in?
One where laws of hate always win?
Yet still she unrolls the poster board,
and as predicted, she is ignored.
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That one was written for a "town hall" prompt. Lately, I've been looking for prompts. Simple words, phrases, or sentences that happen to spark something in my brain. I'm making a list now, it's in my newest note book. If you have any prompts that you'd like to share, they would be greatly appreciated.
Hope whoever reads that enjoyed it. I'll be posting more in a second. |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | August 23rd, 2009 at 12:18pm Here's another poem written for a prompt. It was "skin". Tell me if you hate/like it.
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Skin (8-22-09)
To the sound of all your chuckles,
I'll simply frown and crack my knuckles.
You'll joke about my flesh,
I'll fidget, but my mind will thresh.
You always point out my skin,
leaving me shrouded in chagrin.
But I'll keep this locked behind heavy bars,
as you sit and mock all my scars. |
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213 | August 25th, 2009 at 01:51pm Hiiii : )
Thought I'd stop by and see how your getting on. I see you're sticking with rhyme, and I must say although it's not something I usually get along with I respect you enormously for sticking to your guns. You're definately improving in my view. There's still a couple of rhymes which seem a little forced but that's because seamless rhyme is hard to master, but apart from a few very small rhythm issues your really mastering it. I also like your word choice, even when you choose topics that have been written and re-written by countless folks you manage to bring something fresh with the images and words you choose. Keep going love : )
x |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | September 3rd, 2009 at 10:37am Yeah, rhyming is just my thing. I dunno why but I like it too much. I did write a free verse one the other day, without anyone saying that I should, and I'll post it here just as soon as I'm done editing it.
Thank you for the comments |
riot reality
Jazz Hands
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 295 | September 25th, 2009 at 11:55am So, I have't done my email, myspace, or this in a while. I'm trying to catch up xP School keeps me pretty busy nowadays.
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Snarls and Tangles (8-25-09 to 9-6-09.)
These are realizations tied to smoke,
laced in it to make me choke.
Off and on, it's disappointment in text,
then thrown through a loop by what comes next.
It's nothing that I haven't seen:
I'm setting up shop to sell my machine.
An imitation that no one will ever, ever buy,
as I try and fail to turn a blind eye.
Found on the ice as I slipped and fell through,
he caught me quickly and then loosened every screw.
Lured me in, left me there,
gave me chloroform instead of air.
An accusation rings through the fall,
written in splattered blood against the wall.
Yet the naive mouse follows the cat's seduction,
and is lead right into her stomach-acid destruction. |
