*POETRY SLAM!*

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hellfire said:

isienna10--that is really beautiful. your poetry is so lyrical and deep.

THANK YOU --- u rock

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here's another one--

THE RAIN

it rained that night
rain came pouring down
washing away some doubts, germinating some more
i was in a dilemma
is it better to have loved and lost or not to have loved at all
i ran, i walked and then i crawled
it hurt
i wept to myself as i stood on the bridge
the river flowing below me sprayed mist all around
the sky was bleeding
but i had still not found
the answers to my questions
they hovered at the edge of my mind
a little too distant for me to grasp
to comprehend
for i had loved her
loved her so
and all i'd do was think about her
i could not let her go
but she was in the arms of another
there was thunder
and lightning lit up the sky,
freezing the scene in my mind for one bleached-bright moment
i felt raw emotion
i felt pain, i felt anger, i felt despair, i felt desperation
lingering all over me and within
but i just stood there on the bridge on that rainy night
and tried to wipe away the memory that came flooding back
the memory of that brutal attack
on my heart
how could she do this to me
and how could she be
with another
didn't the words we told one another mean something
something to be cherished for eternity
something that could have been wasn't
but i din't want to believe
words din't come out right
and i told her to disappear
to never come back to me again
for she had spawned an ever-lasting pain
that could not be cured
she looked at me, teary-eyed
but they were more than that
the spark in them had vanished long ago
she said i had longed to let you know
that we could not be
and could not have what we wanted
there was pity in those eyes
and as i cried
she walked away
into the rainy and stormy night
and i never saw her again

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here's my take on DEJA VU

the sensation of knowing that i have known this before
the feeling of being where i have been before
the thought of thinking what i have thought before
the sight of staring at the picture that i saw before
the taste of the chocolate mousse that i've had before
the sound of the birds chirping like they've done before
its a feeling of uncertainty, then realization, then ecstasy
i saw that girl walk down that road before
i saw the rainbow play in the sky after the rain before
i saw the look on that face in the crowd before
i saw the distant flying aeroplane like i have before
i'm having a deja vu
like i've known you from long ago
i'd know what words to say to you
cos i loved you then, and ever more
i'd know how to hold your hands
like i did, like i'd do
is this a dream or is this yesterday
but i know its real come what may

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hey hellfire i'm still working on THE DREAMER parts 2 and 3. but i seem to be facing a block regarding those particular poems. cud u plz possibly pm me some ideas?? thx.

[Miss. Hellfire]

isienna10 said:

here's another one--

THE RAIN

it rained that night
rain came pouring down
washing away some doubts, germinating some more
i was in a dilemma
is it better to have loved and lost or not to have loved at all
i ran, i walked and then i crawled
it hurt
i wept to myself as i stood on the bridge
the river flowing below me sprayed mist all around
the sky was bleeding
but i had still not found
the answers to my questions
they hovered at the edge of my mind
a little too distant for me to grasp
to comprehend
for i had loved her
loved her so
and all i'd do was think about her
i could not let her go
but she was in the arms of another
there was thunder
and lightning lit up the sky,
freezing the scene in my mind for one bleached-bright moment
i felt raw emotion
i felt pain, i felt anger, i felt despair, i felt desperation
lingering all over me and within
but i just stood there on the bridge on that rainy night
and tried to wipe away the memory that came flooding back
the memory of that brutal attack
on my heart
how could she do this to me
and how could she be
with another
didn't the words we told one another mean something
something to be cherished for eternity
something that could have been wasn't
but i din't want to believe
words din't come out right
and i told her to disappear
to never come back to me again
for she had spawned an ever-lasting pain
that could not be cured
she looked at me, teary-eyed
but they were more than that
the spark in them had vanished long ago
she said i had longed to let you know
that we could not be
and could not have what we wanted
there was pity in those eyes
and as i cried
she walked away
into the rainy and stormy night
and i never saw her again

this poem is beautiful, isienna10. it makes my heart hurt.

i will pm you shortly.

[Miss. Hellfire]

this is my idea of a love poem(hee-hee!)

should i know this much?
the reality of you is frightening.
i think you see it as a matter
of trust,
but the comfort of previous ignorance beckons,
and i long to cower in its embrace.

can i forget who you really are,
or is that the person i need most?
questions that kill me
as reason kills an excuse,
the answers that neither of us know,
i can't help but love you,
in spite of the fear.

should i know this much?
i know too much to walk away,
and not enough to make myself stay.

maybe somewhere between the
blindness and the insanity,
the desire and the need,
the seduction of death and the pain
of life,
i can find the courage to tell you
no.....

the courage to close my eyes
and turn my back to you.

[jmasonii]

Here is a poem which I wrote a little over a week ago. I work with mentally and physically handicapped people and this is how I became inspired to write it. It just doesn't simply apply to them, it applies to us ALL. Read it and find out!

March 20, 2006 10:45 pm.


"To Be Human"

We are all of one race,
And that is that of human.
We all make mistakes, and cannot always get first place.
What exactly does it mean to be human?
We are all different, varying in size and shape,
One person might wear a scarf, another a cape.
Neither is wrong, that may be what they like.
To be human is to be different,
Someone may be named Alice, another named Mike.
And just because you may have a mental or physical defect,
Means no one should treat you with any less respect.
No human ever on Earth has been perfect. Never.
Thus, to have respect for all others and yourself,
Well, it is to be quite human and quite clever.

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hellfire said:

this is my idea of a love poem(hee-hee!)

should i know this much?
the reality of you is frightening.
i think you see it as a matter
of trust,
but the comfort of previous ignorance beckons,
and i long to cower in its embrace.

can i forget who you really are,
or is that the person i need most?
questions that kill me
as reason kills an excuse,
the answers that neither of us know,
i can't help but love you,
in spite of the fear.

should i know this much?
i know too much to walk away,
and not enough to make myself stay.

maybe somewhere between the
blindness and the insanity,
the desire and the need,
the seduction of death and the pain
of life,
i can find the courage to tell you
no.....

the courage to close my eyes
and turn my back to you.

dare i say --- i think u r more talented than me .... that puts u into the same elite group as jmasonii and if u are there then u radiate talent my girl!!!!

[~Empath~]

hollypop said:

*UNTITLED*

Watching your tears fall as you pour out your soul

Touching my heart with your tormented beauty

Longing to understand, captivated by your pain

And the broken heart revealed for all to see


Beautiful words, holding back tears...

You are the one who truly knows

Divine secrets and the prayers ignored-

You lost the Truth you've been searching for years


I'll light the candles to guide you from the dark

It's not a matter of pride of the soul

A kindred spirit, another love lost in flames-

I know of the search that unanswered prayers stole

*****************************

(please be kind! )

I read this poem a couple of days ago and didn't comment, but when I read it Hollypop I swear, no lie I felt like you were talking to me with this poem, so surreal isn't. I know that I've told you about some of the stuffy-nuffy I've been through and you've also read some of my stuff and this poem spoke to me on such a level that I was like whoa!

This is pretty awesome Hollypop, please write more, you are so very talented!

[P34e aka Jezzy]

isienna10 said:

here's another one--

THE RAIN

it rained that night
rain came pouring down
washing away some doubts, germinating some more
i was in a dilemma
is it better to have loved and lost or not to have loved at all
i ran, i walked and then i crawled
it hurt
i wept to myself as i stood on the bridge
the river flowing below me sprayed mist all around
the sky was bleeding
but i had still not found
the answers to my questions
they hovered at the edge of my mind
a little too distant for me to grasp
to comprehend
for i had loved her
loved her so
and all i'd do was think about her
i could not let her go
but she was in the arms of another
there was thunder
and lightning lit up the sky,
freezing the scene in my mind for one bleached-bright moment
i felt raw emotion
i felt pain, i felt anger, i felt despair, i felt desperation
lingering all over me and within
but i just stood there on the bridge on that rainy night
and tried to wipe away the memory that came flooding back
the memory of that brutal attack
on my heart
how could she do this to me
and how could she be
with another
didn't the words we told one another mean something
something to be cherished for eternity
something that could have been wasn't
but i din't want to believe
words din't come out right
and i told her to disappear
to never come back to me again
for she had spawned an ever-lasting pain
that could not be cured
she looked at me, teary-eyed
but they were more than that
the spark in them had vanished long ago
she said i had longed to let you know
that we could not be
and could not have what we wanted
there was pity in those eyes
and as i cried
she walked away
into the rainy and stormy night
and i never saw her again

Wow isienna this is such an emotional poem, I love the way the traits of a thunder storm are entertwined with the emotions of the human soul. Excellent.

[~Empath~]

Here's more of my poetry...this one is...

Stairway

One step, walking up a stairway
Up to a dream I wish to awaken
Bringing it out of my mind and make it a reality
But everything seems to be getting the best of me
Two steps, walking down a stairway
Because I fail to meet the challenge of life
I see everything that makes up this cruel world
But I fail to put all the pieces together
Three steps, walking up a stairway
Am I finally able to get rid of the stress?
Will this hell finally allow me rest?
Can all this pain finally escape?
Four steps, walking down a stairway
And once again, there is a hole within
And a heart is broken
And a soul is shattered
Five steps, walking up a stairway
Have I finally realized my potential?
Have I realized my worth?
can I harness my gifts to help save the world?
Six steps walking down a stairway
Why do I keep falling?
I guess I just have to look deep within
And walk back up this stairway again...

[~Empath~]

And the last one for today because I have to get off to homework...

This Little Boy Blue

This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't done what he has done
For if he did not do what he has done
He would not know what he has done
Therefore, he would be innocent
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't seen what he has seen
For if he did not see what he has seen
He would not know what he has seen
And his eyes could stop burning
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't heard what he has heard
For if he did not hear what he has heard
He would not know what he has heard
And would not hope to be deaf for the rest of his life
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't felt what he has felt
For if he did not feel what he has felt
He would not know what he has felt
And could get over things and control his emotions
Though this Little Boy Blue knows too much
And knows that wishes only happen in fairy tales...

[Miss. Hellfire]

empathic said:

And the last one for today because I have to get off to homework...

This Little Boy Blue

This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't done what he has done
For if he did not do what he has done
He would not know what he has done
Therefore, he would be innocent
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't seen what he has seen
For if he did not see what he has seen
He would not know what he has seen
And his eyes could stop burning
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't heard what he has heard
For if he did not hear what he has heard
He would not know what he has heard
And would not hope to be deaf for the rest of his life
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't felt what he has felt
For if he did not feel what he has felt
He would not know what he has felt
And could get over things and control his emotions
Though this Little Boy Blue knows too much
And knows that wishes only happen in fairy tales...

wow. this is powerful, empath. in a strange way, it reminds me of beatnik poetry from the 50's, like dorothy parker. speaking of which, who are you guys favorite poets? i like sylvia plath, dorothy parker, allen ginsberg, d.h. lawrence... i could go on. and you?

[Miss. Hellfire]

"loss"

i felt like painting a picture
but your face has gone from memory
i suppose it's in the attic
with all the forgotten things-
the lost things.

you can join the ghosts
that haunt my house.
i don't see them, either.
you can wake me with a scream
shake my bed and disappear
like you used to.

you, the leach stuck to my ticking heart
can reside in the photo album
i burned
just the other day.

you can be the ashes
of an important thing
(i held dear)
that you once handed back to me.

when the winter comes
i'll rise again
completely covered in new clothes
the winter jacket i've worn all summer
is jagged, faded, torn

you can have it when it's gone.

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hollypop said:

Okay, with all the talent 'floating' around I'm nervous to post this but it's not like you're going to throw eggs at me lol
But my sweetie, John, talked me into it so I'm taking his advice.


*UNTITLED*

Watching your tears fall as you pour out your soul

Touching my heart with your tormented beauty

Longing to understand, captivated by your pain

And the broken heart revealed for all to see


Beautiful words, holding back tears...

You are the one who truly knows

Divine secrets and the prayers ignored-

You lost the Truth you've been searching for years


I'll light the candles to guide you from the dark

It's not a matter of pride of the soul

A kindred spirit, another love lost in flames-

I know of the search that unanswered prayers stole

*****************************

(please be kind! )

holly u continue to underestimate ur potential!! that is exquisite work! really good. it can never be just one-sided. all it takes is a lofty imagination and there you go --- u can nail it again and again and again!! both ur poems n short stories should proceed unhindered!!

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hellfire said:

"loss"

i felt like painting a picture
but your face has gone from memory
i suppose it's in the attic
with all the forgotten things-
the lost things.

you can join the ghosts
that haunt my house.
i don't see them, either.
you can wake me with a scream
shake my bed and disappear
like you used to.

you, the leach stuck to my ticking heart
can reside in the photo album
i burned
just the other day.

you can be the ashes
of an important thing
(i held dear)
that you once handed back to me.

when the winter comes
i'll rise again
completely covered in new clothes
the winter jacket i've worn all summer
is jagged, faded, torn

you can have it when it's gone.

A1!

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empathic said:

And the last one for today because I have to get off to homework...

This Little Boy Blue

This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't done what he has done
For if he did not do what he has done
He would not know what he has done
Therefore, he would be innocent
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't seen what he has seen
For if he did not see what he has seen
He would not know what he has seen
And his eyes could stop burning
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't heard what he has heard
For if he did not hear what he has heard
He would not know what he has heard
And would not hope to be deaf for the rest of his life
This Little Boy Blue
Wishes he hadn't felt what he has felt
For if he did not feel what he has felt
He would not know what he has felt
And could get over things and control his emotions
Though this Little Boy Blue knows too much
And knows that wishes only happen in fairy tales...

ur very talented.

[Miss. Hellfire]

i wanted to post one of my favorite poems. it is by st. geraud(aka bill knott) and it is beautiful. god, to be loved like this:

"Poem"

I am one man, worshipping silk knees,
I write these lines to cripple the dead,
to come up halt before the living:

I am one man, I run my hand over
your body, I touch the secret vibes
of the earth, I breathe your
heartbeat, Naomi, and always

I am one man alone at night. I fill my hands
with your dark hair
and offer it to the hollows of your face. I am one man
searching,
Alone at night
like a beacon of ashes....

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here's one i wrote sometime back --- kinda drawn from experience --- its a dad leaving behind his son ---- Apple of my eye ....... dedicate this poem to P34e --- love ur child like theres no tomo.

There he was, waving his heart at me
There he was, saying things that were meant to be
He's standing there alone, he will do things right
He's standing there alone, he won't give up without a fight

But I'm leaving on a jet plane today
he's crying
but he puts on his brightest smile
he says he is trying
and he tells me, "its okay daddy, ur leaving just for a while."

But i can't get over this titanic struggle within
i can't bring myself to say goodbye
it hurts me more than it'll ever show
i love him like no other
he's my son -- the apple of my eye

Sometimes there was fishing
then there were the times when we climbed those trees
and then there was the swimming
we'd keep staring at the birds and the bees
we'd go wild out there in the wild
we'd fight and i'd let him win
we'd talk about angels
we'd dance and we'd sing
But now he tells me, "Daddy
don't you worry i'll be fine
i'll take care of myself
and you got to catch the plane on time."

But can't cross this river of pain
I can't bring myself to say goodbye
it hurts me more than it'll ever show
the more i sway, the harder it grows
Night don't give way to the morning light
the tears inside i cannot hide
I love him like no other - he's the apple of my eye

The times i cherish the most
the times spent inside the womb of hope
outside the palm of fear or despair
the times that i really cared

He'd ask me,
"Daddy, why does the sun set?
and why do the birds fly?
Why do the children play?
and why do you kiss me goodnight?"

It took me a while to realize
here was something I cannot deny
he means the world to me and I hope
his love won't fade away
and his bright-eyed grin will stay
till I'm a ghost of my past self, a spectre of my present
till my last hour, till my dying day

But what is this I am about to do
I cannot, i will not, but I should
stay.

So there's no need to say goodbye
I'm not going to go away
Night spawns the morning light
I'll be there come what may
I'll hold him close and I will fight
the tears that threaten to flow
I'll keep all the pain in the world for myself
and give him the rest and I will make it so

and now I look back at all those years
the sands of time that have flown by
wherever he may be, wherever he is
he will always be on my mind

There he sleeps in peace
tears of joy i cry
he sleeps with his hand in mine
I love him like no other ---- he is my son, the apple of my eye

[Miss. Hellfire]

isienna--you brought tears to my eyes..