5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

So words come from the other side
A message gained, hidden inside
Reading words written by the pretender
Costing so much, the empty contender

It wasn't planned for the ride
And for once I didn't hide
So this feeling from the sender
Was reaped in past, I the lender

Then I saw through your disguise
Bled the color of my eyes
So going through these changes now
And I'm remembering...

[RaiRai]

Haha. Toe Nibbler was pathetic in his last post. I'm not one usually to flame, but GEEZ. Get. Over. Yourself.

And again, against the rules, but he was asking for it. A poem about Toe Nibbler.

Hush your mouth.

No one wants to hear your opinion
no one cares what you have to say
and the sad reality is
it's going to remain that way
because the more you push on in jest
the more you piss off the masses
and then you're forced to step back
and sit through some major life classes
ones that teach you that you can't be a prick
in a place where people stand true
a close-knit society like this
is glad to be without the likes of you.

[Lycanthrope]

The pen travels 'cross the page
A fluke of the fledgling artists hand
A sketch takes form
She brushes her hair from her dark haunting eyes
and her shapely mouth forms her mysterious smile
a smile through sadness, it seems, to confirm
that her thought has taken form
and that blue is her color

The artist considers this page with some thought
surpirsed at the depth at this sketchy start
He pulls a new page and begins work again
Again she takes form
with Blue as her color.

For him, red is his usual love
Oft his heart owned by a red-headed girl
But as he regards her he is forced to agree
that red's not for her
But that Blue is her color

Again and again he retraces the lines
Page after page to perfect her design
Hoping that one day his work will be real
That she'd leave the page for him
with blue as her color.

[Cloud Strife]

Across the field she lashes out,
Where she once was, now lingers doubt,
The choice was made, the battle through,
As blood now mixed with morning dew,
She fell, a mortal, betrayed, he knew,
The wound now struck, loyalties new,
Where once was many, now lay few,
As morning's early light changed hue,
From lusting red to saddened blue.

And in the distance, a tear-soaked face
Of one who thusly fell from grace,
His tears for her were not a waste,
Though this betrayal was not in place,
For he could not up and erase
Her loving smile, the best of taste,
Was now no more, an empty space.

The image gone, the book was closed,
He sighed again, but he supposed
A better place had now been found,
Of total beauty for sight and sound,
And she was finally at peace,
This girl that tamed his inner beast.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

One of the best ways to swear, and still use your native language (if your native language is English) is to use British Slang. For example, the word 'git.'

Git is a three letter word. It is comprised of a single vowel, and a mere two consonants. And, yet, packed into this tiny, tiny word is this gianormous definition: A person who is deemed to be despicable or contemptible; "only a rotter would do that"; "kill the rat"; "throw the bum out"; "you cowardly little pukes!"; "the British call a contemptible person a `git'"

That's efficiency in swearing at its best. Why, on one breath, I can say 'Git' upwards of 70 times!

So, I decided to write an ode to the word 'Git.' May you never be forgotten you sweet, darling little word.

Ode to the word 'Git'

Git.

Rotter,
Dirty Dog,
Rat,
Skunk,
Stinker,
Stinkpot,
Bum,
Puke,
Crumb,
Lowlife,
Scum Bag,
So-and-So.

Git is a word. Variant of 'Get.'
It is chiefly New England,
but also Midland U.S., and Southern U.S.

Git is a word.

And when it becomes legal to marry ficticous people and words from the dictionary,

I will marry you git.

I love you, you sweet, darling little word.

[TheSpacePope]

I wasn't going to post this one here, but I named it FUNKA GENOCIDE, cause I like his name. Also, most of my stuff is on my LJ or my myspace. (same stuff different audiences)
FUNKA GENOCIDE
Old feelings become new feelings.
I always want what I cannot have.
Why is it that I have this affliction?
What are you doing to me?
My head spins.
I can no longer help myself.
But I don't want yours either.
Unitainable.
I want you
Unwanted
Is what I am
Unwitting.
Is what I continue to be.
An acomplice to the death of a dream

Where is my lover?
Someone that I can put my soul into,
not just my dick.
Because thrusting only has so much pull.

Where is the girl that does not just like me for the sex.
But I don't want one that does not like it.
I can do other things than eat pussy.
I am tired of it.
but not too tired.

Someone with feelings,
someone with a soul
wandering throughout the wasteland of this town
Suffocating on the same shit every day.

When Wednesday is the only thing that I can look forward to.
When the companions that I hold dear come together.
I can't help but want someone to fill out the rest of the week.

Puisque quand tout est perdu, vous serez là.
Je souhaite que je vous aie connu maintenant
Pour se sauver que la difficulté de l'amour a perdu parce que je ne veux jamais passer par elle encore.

Never again
I will not fall.
Closed
End of story

[Cloud Strife]

Well here we are, here once agian,
One more mistake, it just won't end,
Another fucking friend lost to me,
Because I can't think, I just speak,
A freak is me, there is no doubt,
Afraid to be the one right out
of the gate, it's too late, can't escape,
All the same, I'm to blame for the shame,
Not a game, can't contain all the pain
Not a grain, but a barrel of salt is poured
On the wound, it will soon fill the void,
Be destroyed with the rest, lost my crest,
Falling now, no wings to carry, can't be found,
The ground approaches, faster still, for I can't
find the will... to live.



Author's note: No, I'm not committing suicide, you can relax... I'm just feeling emo is all.

[Funka Genocide]

high and over waters deep
a voice, a sound unbending
done and over, thrills so cheap
a minor plot device

life and living, all I am
to feed another ego
I live and die within your hand
my only audience

kiss the cheek that holds your sight
with lips a cherry red
be my greatest vain delight
and let me serve my purpose

I am to you what lovers are
aside the ones unloved
a view of you from oh so far
your story rattles on

and left behind this dreary man
who spent forever waiting
a living ghost can't understand
his place in tales beyond him

[Cloud Strife]

It's there, somewhere, beneath the cloth,
A treacherous mark of one who'd scoffed
At thoughts of pain and misery,
Though now she'd found
that she'd been bound
By a lock that had no key.
For, you see, as she laments,
The passage here was too intense,
But as she asked for no one's help,
Kept it all inside, all that she'd felt,
Afraid to melt in front of peers,
Fears overwhelming, compelling
a young mind over her edge,
The ledge, too high up,
But not high enough, tough
Thoughts came through, though
she knew, wouldn't do
the things she should,
So she stood, embraced the pain,
now remains her reminder
of the emptiness inside her,
Beneath the cloth, above her heart,
Rests the pain, her chest so scarred.

[AceofDiamonds]

The Edge

I feel pressure all around me
It's bearing down on me
My grades are failing
My skin is paling
I can't win at school
Or anywhere else, too
School's put me on the edge

I come home for rest
For tomorrow's test
And the phone rings
I know it's you and you're calling
To talk about so many things
After a while I snap
And you react
And I hear the dial tone
I'm on the edge and you've put me there
Even in my home

I finally crashed
My spirit smashed
Laying crippled in my room
I was on the edge
And I got pushed over
And now I lay there alone

Not my best at all, it seems kind of rushed. It's basically describing someone who's heading for a nervious breakdown and finally has it.