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Jazz Hands
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September 25th, 2009 at 12:02pm
Like A Toy For Those Boys (8-25-09, after 36 1/2 hours without sleep.)

This hollow shell
screams for mercy
Begs for laceration
anything to soothe

Blame it on the deprivation
for rest has yet to come
But these old limbs
which function without cause nor order
know that something lurks

Tired joints ache
they move without destination
"One more day
is all I ask"
this hollow head bargains
"One more day
to get into the books"

Hollow tears and hollow fears
Don't let go of what might be truth
for an ink splot of fun

But truth turns to haze
and it could just be faux
Look left, dust crumbles
Look right, constructions discussed
Run just a couple streets up
and maybe you'll find your organs

Hollow heart
filled with fear
Hollow head
filled with ideals
Hollow hands
still
have
nothing
Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
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September 28th, 2009 at 09:18pm
You manage to surprise me everytime with your writing. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.(:
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Jazz Hands
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September 29th, 2009 at 08:27am
You really have no idea how you brightened up my morning. I know it sounds weird or whatever, but I get really happy when I see feedback. And today I woke up late and missed the school bus, and I'm sick, and now I saw your comment and it made me happy Very Happy

Hehe, so in shorter words, thank you.
Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Your Ghost.
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September 29th, 2009 at 05:48pm
I love feedback, although it rarely occurs on my poems xD I'm glad I could brighten up your notsogood morninggg. Yerwelcome(:
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Jazz Hands
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September 29th, 2009 at 08:12pm
If I ever have quietness around here again, I'll look at yours :]
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
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October 1st, 2009 at 06:32am
I really, really enjoyed Like a Toy for Those Boys.
It seemed very natural and it read smoothly. Very eloquant with some really nice choices of wording and imagery. Lovely work : )
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Jazz Hands
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January 4th, 2010 at 08:30pm
Wow. Sorry I haven't been here in so long. I just sort of... fail. I started typing up some poems and remembered INO ^^;;

After Another

The pipe plays to the tune of my dreams,
musical twists to reality break through the seams.
I've learned numbers to keep the fantasy alive,
I've built an artificial world so I can strive.
I brought it up, it took me down,
it made me up just like a clown.
Tightened the rope around my neck,
dragged me along on the night's cold treck.
Searching for nothing behind a word,
only insanity can be assured.
Everything that has been said,
splits right through my twisted head.
Shrieking embers haunt me still,
burning in for the kill.
Cold flesh dumped down the well,
stirring my afterlife into hell.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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January 5th, 2010 at 06:38am
Hello, if anyone's out there :p
Yeah, I still need to compensate my two-month absence on my little thread here. But, lately I haven't typed very many poems up, so I guess I have to do this a bit slowly.
So, here's another one. The tone seems different than how I usually write, I think. Maybe it's just me? It's still kind of choppy though. I only edited it twice. After that, I just couldn't figure out what to do with the thing; in other words, it's still kinda rough.

House With The Doves

We're just a group of heart breakers,
trapped in jagged glass shakers,
waiting to drown,
as the timer counts down.
I fucked up my own mind,
shattered the porcelain I hid behind,
and, the best part, no one could tell,
as I wandered secretly, creating our hell.
Now there’s a plague inside my brain,
it’ll infect you and cause you pain.
For there is nothing to win but a scab to skin.
And in this bleak blizzard as we all shake and shiver,
I’m trying to find an arrow in my quiver.
I need to load my bow, pinpoint your mark,
and walk away while your eyes fade to dark.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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January 5th, 2010 at 06:48am
This one had a minimal amount of editing as well. I dunno, I guess I'm just not as good at that anymore. I used to edit something five or ten time, and now it's hard to do it once.
Eh, anyway. This one's free verse. So, you've been warned.

X’s and… X’s

With quivering hands I read your message,
Each word throwing me farther.
A bitter ember attacked my head,
Racked my brain, threw me down.
My whole body felt weak,
My whole being was sick.
I gathered my things,
And told mother I’d be in my room.
I’ve begun to close off again already.

I wish I could say I knew it was bound to come,
For I had, in all fairness, been warned.
But a second chance had been calling a plea to me,
And infected my better judgment.

X’s and X’s,
Draw them over my eyes.
One for last year,
And one for just today.
Ones that are just like you.

When we had met again,
We stood in the cold,
Because you were otherwise engaged.
I could have sworn I froze then.
But now, I see that was nothing,
When considering how you leave me frozen now.
See, I fell just as hard as that snow, relentlessly beating.

The pungent antonym of an immunity shot,
Uncertainty-laden confusion spiraling through my veins.
I couldn’t just finish this lesson the first time, could I?
No, in the stead I simply bleed out,
While you paint your farewells in my blood,
Signing X's over my eyes.
misa misa.
Shotgun Sinner
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January 7th, 2010 at 04:31am
hey.
I am glad you have refound INO poetry because i really enjoyed reading your work.
House With The Doves was my favourite-great title. It's so full of imagery. I loved the first lines:
We're just a group of heart breakers,
trapped in jagged glass shakers,
waiting to drown,

I can really feel the emotion in your work. Great job!
I look forward to hearing more from you.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
Posts: 295
January 8th, 2010 at 08:00am
Thank you! That means a lot to me :3
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
Posts: 295
January 8th, 2010 at 08:04am
This one's kinda long...

Nightmare Anatomy - Title taken from an Aiden album.

Clock bellows, chimes screaming midnight
A battle cry for the sweaty sheet’s fight
Terror consumes this shaking sleeper’s form
Illuminated by lightening in an unconscious storm
All alone, you’re being chased
They’re using this fear that must be faced
Cloaked Man will catch up soon
There’s nowhere to hide under the snitching moon
So close now you can see his blade
Dripping with blood from those it slayed
A faster walk, a faster run, a faster fall
Cloaked Man grabs you while you crawl
Knife piercing through your chest
A spinning situation you can’t digest
The blade starts to twist
And you find it hard to resist
But a shadow approaches in the dawn
Leaving the knife, Cloaked Man is gone
The Hero is here, you’re safe and sound
Pay no attention to what’s all around
Hero removes the knife, your hopes are high
You don’t notice the darkness in the sky
C’mon, c’mon, something’s not right
Ask yourself, what happened to the light?
Your Hero is a simple tool
He came to prove that you’re a fool
Soon Hero is gone in the breeze
You see the dark just loves to tease
You know you’ll never see the sun
You know you really need to run
But distracted, you hug your knees
So scared now you cry and wheeze
Wait-- was that just a cloak?
Move before you have a stroke
Shaky feet not up to par
You definitely won’t get very far
Hear the steps when crunching leaves whined
Cloaked Man grabs you from behind
Gagged, he doesn’t want to hear your voice
Restrained, he isn’t giving you a choice
Cloaked Man pushes up your shirt
Cloaked Man pulls down your skirt
Get ready, nothing can stop this sin
He pushes the pain inside like a pin
He takes your innocence away
He stabs it up and lets it decay
Now the shame has started seeping
Will you ever stop this sleeping?
After all, it’s just a nightmare
Soon reality will be everywhere
You’re safe, keep whispering it
Safe, safe, safe for a bit
Still shaken from the theft
But better now that he left
See the shame left in his wake
Purity fed to a dark blue snake
Stumble and stand, you need to leave
Think up a fairytale you can believe
Once upon a time, you can never go home
This old town you’re doomed to roam
Try to run, without the sun,
Carrying a heart that weights a ton
Try to escape from any sight
Try to escape with all your might
Away from reality, in the park
You stay there till it is dark
Wake up to find that you’re still asleep
Piece it together and start to weep
Realization hits you hard
It was real when you were marred
Now let it out, let it out
Leave no room for any doubt
This was never just a scary dream
It gives you a hundred new ways to scream
But open your eyes, open your eyes
Finish confronting your white lies
Now focus, focus, that wasn’t just the wind
It was a warning sign of he who sinned
You hear the foot steps pound and pound
Better get out before you’re found
Feet to the dirt, a pull to your hair
Fight right now if you dare
You push away and try to kick
But you can’t stop the one who’s sick
He returned for his play-thing
He’s writing tragedies for you to sing
He’s prepared now to attack
To rip you up with the tack
Then he brings you down to hell
Gives you more shame to never ever tell
The new kid in the graveyard
All the demons laugh so hard
Your pain becomes their favorite shows
Entertainment from the bloody sorrows
Every day, more wear and tear
Eventually you have lost your flair
The air around here feels like mace
When even Hero laughs in your face
And this pain rocks your core
Because now, and forevermore
You will be his little whore
MyChemicalBlack
Salute You in Your Grave
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January 8th, 2010 at 11:32pm
Nightmare Anatomy - I love the narrative feel (if that's a fitting description) of this poem. You feel a whole range of emotion, if that makes sense. Awesome work on this, look forward to more of your work. Smiley
misa misa.
Shotgun Sinner
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January 9th, 2010 at 12:06am
Likewise I also liked how this poem was read almost like a story.
usually i like longer poems to be divided into stanzas as i find it easier to read but i think in this case the one verse format worked for you. It made it seem almost like you were caught up in the stream of the subject's thoughts. It also made the ordeal told seem longer and more drawn out, i think.
i'm not sure if that really made sense...but liked it.
Good work on this.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
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January 9th, 2010 at 10:01am
MyChemicalBlack and scarlet fields., thank you both Very Happy
I spent a while writting that and it's nice to see that people enjoy it.
Your Ghost.
Thinking Happy Thoughts
Your Ghost.
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January 23rd, 2010 at 09:14pm
Okay, okay, you're work is amazing! That latest poem is KickAss m'dear!
Get ready, nothing can stop this sin
He pushes the pain inside like a pin
He takes your innocence away
He stabs it up and lets it decay
Now the shame has started seeping
Will you ever stop this sleeping?

^^^ I absolutely adore this section. The wording is absolutely magnificent. =D
pleasepleaseplease write more soon! In Love
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Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
Posts: 295
February 9th, 2010 at 10:35am
Thank you, Stranger.. =D I really need to learn to check websites more often than I do ><

I'll try and post more soon, too. =D
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Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
Posts: 295
February 19th, 2010 at 11:03am
Dreams Turn to Chaos

Swirl around inside my head,
break out dripping a stained red.
Tell me this world is not real,
make me believe that I can feel.
Lock me in, push me down,
be my dystopian evening gown.
Rip my mind into shreds,
scratch the gown into threads.
Dreams turn to chaos, gone amiss,
turn me out to reality’s abyss.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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Gender: Female
Posts: 295
February 19th, 2010 at 11:04am
Unease

Fight or flight,
Neither without bite.
Stand and stutter,
With heart aflutter,
Or sit and cease,
With no more peace.
Pressure’s grip starts to squeeze,
And you forget not to freeze.

Never without the anticipation,
From that negative inclination.
Always watched, evaluated,
These efforts make it accentuated.
Eyes will shoot in every direction,
Seeking out an unknown rejection.
And upon reaching your destination,
Kindly repeat the cycle of frustration.
riot reality
Jazz Hands
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Age: 25
Gender: Female
Posts: 295
February 19th, 2010 at 11:05am
Is She There?

Inject me with the newest dread,
Stab it in until I’m bruised;
I’m playing sick in bed,
While my soul remains unused.
I feel so paper-thin,
Nonentity always insists;
And these worries come from within,
A being that hardly exists.