5 minute poetry - Page 132

Cloud Strife · 01-16-2006, 01:54 AM

Oh, how sad it is
To hear silent screams of death
On the winds of change...

***RaiRai*** · 01-18-2006, 08:39 AM

Warning - sharp blades!

Dare you to
dip
your hand in the box
the box that's unlocked
through no fault of my own

Metal fell loose
and the key is forgotten
under the dust and the debris
of what is left of me

Dare you to peer
inside of that darkness
as something cuts at your hand
(like it cut at my heart)
and it'll wrench you apart
just longing to see
what's inside the chest

So grab your knife
and tear at the sides
wide open, pried
to unleash the fury
and surrender your doubt
and let everything out

Succumb to your worries
and set aside your woes
for nobody knows
and that anticipation
that cuts from the shades
like a thousand sharp blades
is just a lust for knowing
those things I've been showing

but you've been ignoring
(all of the warnings.)

Fifthfiend · 01-18-2006, 10:57 AM

As capitals capitulate
The dark debasers defenstrate
our fulminating figureheads
and 'masculated magistrates!

...

ALL YOU PEOPLE UP THERE IN CITY HALL!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' IT UP FOR THE PEOPLE THAT'S IN THE STREETS!

[edit] New Special Edition Bonus Material!

WORK

My ass is not an amusement park ride!
And if it were there would be a sign that says
You must be this important to ride this ass!
Get the fuck out of my office!

Cloud Strife · 01-20-2006, 08:39 AM

Bloodstains
On my hands
All that remains
of a lifetime
of prime crime
Now spending time
payin' you for mine
Because reality
Don't disturb the peace
All that I can see
Is eternity
Kept so far from me
As I'm on my knees,
Ask, "Forgive me please!"
But I know it's too late
There's no other fate
There's no new clean slate
For one such as I
With no alibi
For the fates decide
Swim against the tide
But too weak to swim,
Things just look so grim
But there's no turning back
No, there's no turning back
For my concious lack
Of a light for that
Kind of strengthening
By the golden string
For the one true thing
Is the gift you bring

But if you don't share
You'll be caught unaware
And be brought to bear
Be told you don't care
Because paths come
and paths go
but a light for some
Will surely show
The truth and fault
the darkest vault
be lit for thee,
No single key
For I can see
That love, for me?
Not meant to be.

The pathways and
brighter days
Were left behind
Far and away
So let it lie
and let it die
Deserving nothing,
I confide.

Funka Genocide · 01-20-2006, 09:38 AM

a thought designed
oh so aligned
to bear a bitter turn
to smolder, slowly burn

a wreak of formal incense
or shades of innocense
a kind of kindle best
for flames within a chest

beside a heart so cold
the frost is growing old
the chill so ever present
and feeling effervescent

perhaps to lift a curse
such maladies to nurse
or even hold at bay
the dawning Winter grey

oh slights of lavendar
that perfume calendar
months are only scent
a sensual descent

through time as known to taste
but through the greatest haste
and were it all my call
I'd kill them, one and all

oh dead of tastful ire
those foisted on the pyre
I dance: a gilded knave
I twirl atop your grave

BlackMageGirl! · 01-20-2006, 11:05 AM

With eyes that strain
You tap out the blame
And ruin your own
Deception

And with looks so brittle
That makes you more little
But big in your own
Perception

And still you look down
Your reasoning still sound
But you're still missing the
Connection

So why even try?
You paint your own lies
Just telling yourself it's
Correction

Fifthfiend · 01-21-2006, 06:38 AM

Oh I drive thirty miles
And I drive thirty more
From here to there and back again
From door to door to door
And though I may be driving still
Still one last thing is true...
As long as I am driving
I am somewhere far from you!

... No seriously guys I came up with that all by myself.

The Kneumatic Pnight · 01-24-2006, 12:54 PM

Empty...
Blank...
Lines before me.
The lash of a whip peals like thunder.
An endless drive,
Like cattle,
Into the obscure horizon.

Lost...
Blind...
Endless Groping.
Arcane messages tick past.
A thick wave of mist,
Crashing over me,
Blotting out the distant horizon.

Bright...
Selcouth...
El Dorado.
Chatoyant aura just beyond my grasp.
A terrible wonder,
A challenge.
Gleaming brightly like the sun...
Just over the Horizon.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 01-24-2006, 08:54 PM

Observatoriums made in a Jesticular Manner

Girls are popular
Ever so much more so when
boys outnumber them

Being popular
here at NPF's easy
when you have boobies.

(That's not true though when
popular guys here, they too
gots them teh boobies.)

Mike McC · 01-25-2006, 10:24 PM

Time to post another poem. Again, I have some more on my deviantArt account. This one is titled 'radio thoughts'.

radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave
radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave

sort through the static, through the hiss
sort through the white noise, to find a hidden bliss

random thoughts lie in a darkened nook
random thoughts, loose and drifting, await to be collected within a book

one thousand pens set upon a dusty shelf
one thousand pens that allow someone to write, and express themself

sort through the dirt, through the dust
sort through the wear and the tear to recollect that which you must

one thousand thoughts, each one of a kind
one thousand thoughts that, as they are, are only seen and read by the blind

each line has a common bind
each stanza a truth to be sought
however, everyone has their own truth to find
and very rarely can those truths be fought

radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave
radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave

01-16-2006, 01:54 AM	#1311
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Oh, how sad it is To hear silent screams of death On the winds of change... __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

01-18-2006, 08:39 AM	#1312
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Warning - sharp blades! Dare you to dip your hand in the box the box that's unlocked through no fault of my own Metal fell loose and the key is forgotten under the dust and the debris of what is left of me Dare you to peer inside of that darkness as something cuts at your hand (like it cut at my heart) and it'll wrench you apart just longing to see what's inside the chest So grab your knife and tear at the sides wide open, pried to unleash the fury and surrender your doubt and let everything out Succumb to your worries and set aside your woes for nobody knows and that anticipation that cuts from the shades like a thousand sharp blades is just a lust for knowing those things I've been showing but you've been ignoring (all of the warnings.) __________________ I AM FURIOUS

01-18-2006, 10:57 AM	#1313
Fifthfiend for all seasons Join Date: Feb 2004 Posts: 19,409	As capitals capitulate The dark debasers defenstrate our fulminating figureheads and 'masculated magistrates! ... ALL YOU PEOPLE UP THERE IN CITY HALL! YOU'RE FUCKIN' IT UP FOR THE PEOPLE THAT'S IN THE STREETS! [edit] New Special Edition Bonus Material! WORK My ass is not an amusement park ride! And if it were there would be a sign that says You must be this important to ride this ass! Get the fuck out of my office! __________________ check out my buttspresso Last edited by Fifthfiend; 01-18-2006 at 06:29 PM.

01-20-2006, 08:39 AM	#1314
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Bloodstains On my hands All that remains of a lifetime of prime crime Now spending time payin' you for mine Because reality Don't disturb the peace All that I can see Is eternity Kept so far from me As I'm on my knees, Ask, "Forgive me please!" But I know it's too late There's no other fate There's no new clean slate For one such as I With no alibi For the fates decide Swim against the tide But too weak to swim, Things just look so grim But there's no turning back No, there's no turning back For my concious lack Of a light for that Kind of strengthening By the golden string For the one true thing Is the gift you bring But if you don't share You'll be caught unaware And be brought to bear Be told you don't care Because paths come and paths go but a light for some Will surely show The truth and fault the darkest vault be lit for thee, No single key For I can see That love, for me? Not meant to be. The pathways and brighter days Were left behind Far and away So let it lie and let it die Deserving nothing, I confide. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

01-20-2006, 09:38 AM	#1315
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Slights of Lavendar a thought designed oh so aligned to bear a bitter turn to smolder, slowly burn a wreak of formal incense or shades of innocense a kind of kindle best for flames within a chest beside a heart so cold the frost is growing old the chill so ever present and feeling effervescent perhaps to lift a curse such maladies to nurse or even hold at bay the dawning Winter grey oh slights of lavendar that perfume calendar months are only scent a sensual descent through time as known to taste but through the greatest haste and were it all my call I'd kill them, one and all oh dead of tastful ire those foisted on the pyre I dance: a gilded knave I twirl atop your grave

01-20-2006, 11:05 AM	#1316
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	With eyes that strain You tap out the blame And ruin your own Deception And with looks so brittle That makes you more little But big in your own Perception And still you look down Your reasoning still sound But you're still missing the Connection So why even try? You paint your own lies Just telling yourself it's Correction

01-21-2006, 06:38 AM	#1317
Fifthfiend for all seasons Join Date: Feb 2004 Posts: 19,409	Oh I drive thirty miles And I drive thirty more From here to there and back again From door to door to door And though I may be driving still Still one last thing is true... As long as I am driving I am somewhere far from you! ... No seriously guys I came up with that all by myself. __________________ check out my buttspresso

01-24-2006, 12:54 PM	#1318
The Kneumatic Pnight Everfree Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: The Mythical Frontier Posts: 906	Empty... Blank... Lines before me. The lash of a whip peals like thunder. An endless drive, Like cattle, Into the obscure horizon. Lost... Blind... Endless Groping. Arcane messages tick past. A thick wave of mist, Crashing over me, Blotting out the distant horizon. Bright... Selcouth... El Dorado. Chatoyant aura just beyond my grasp. A terrible wonder, A challenge. Gleaming brightly like the sun... Just over the Horizon. __________________ FAILURE IS LEARNING TO ACCEPT THOSE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE

01-24-2006, 08:54 PM	#1319
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Observatoriums made in a Jesticular Manner Girls are popular Ever so much more so when boys outnumber them Being popular here at NPF's easy when you have boobies. (That's not true though when popular guys here, they too gots them teh boobies.) __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.

01-25-2006, 10:24 PM	#1320
Mike McC Time is something else. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Wherever I am needed, I will be there. Posts: 5,065	Time to post another poem. Again, I have some more on my deviantArt account. This one is titled 'radio thoughts'. radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave sort through the static, through the hiss sort through the white noise, to find a hidden bliss random thoughts lie in a darkened nook random thoughts, loose and drifting, await to be collected within a book one thousand pens set upon a dusty shelf one thousand pens that allow someone to write, and express themself sort through the dirt, through the dust sort through the wear and the tear to recollect that which you must one thousand thoughts, each one of a kind one thousand thoughts that, as they are, are only seen and read by the blind each line has a common bind each stanza a truth to be sought however, everyone has their own truth to find and very rarely can those truths be fought radio thoughts on an unoccupied wave radio thoughts that still broadcast after the creator is in the grave __________________ WHERE MIKEY IS IN 2022! tumblrs - http://werewolf.zone twitters - @itmightbemikey

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