5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

Irony plays it's role
Life has been rehased
Rehersed, it crashed
A repeating dance
Of pain and humilty

I won't do it
I have done it
Then it falls through
Once again.

Lucky, come unscathed
Photograph of shame
Put in a box, shove away
Pretend that you didn't see
And focus on your own pain

Life now calls to me
Act again, go through the day
Keep this event from everyone
Who would tell you
"Who cares? It's not real."

So life tugs at two ends
What is or is not "real"
Heart, mind, body, soul
Two are in each world
Now all at risk of vanishing

Again (Irony dogs my footsteps)
Choose (Heart and soul, body and mind?)
Just (One is for me, one for others)
One (Practical and Emotional)
World (For both...is impossible...)

[Totsumanu]

I need to write a poem
but what should it be about
Should it be about something I know
I am starting to have some doubt

Must think harder about it
This is starting to hurt my head
Where are my pills for this
Think I need to go to bed

No no no I need to write something
No matter if it's about a cat
It must be good enough
for some one to read and smile at

Oh the pain in my head
Should thinking hurt this much
Maybe not
but what did I have for lunch

No back to the topic at hand
Must earn respect of others
All those who reed this
and there mothers

What's that you say
I don't have to rhyme it
Poems don't have to
Ah sh..

[Funka Genocide]

Totsu! I tried to rep you but it won't let me do it yet, that was great!


here are some things I wrote today while killing time at a coffee shop, yes, I always have pen and paper with me, say of it what you will!


I'm not a slave to these lines
they play for me what I desire
hopeful iterations of latest thoughts
I want to know that I'm in charge

and so I will not
open myself to destiny
fighting god will get you nowhere
as long as thats's where I'm headed...

no, these words are yours as much as mine
we can't keep a phrase like sand
no bottle holds a meaning
it is the thought inside your mind

without you they are lost
I am nothing without them
you make me what I am
you make me what you want



here's another one, I call it "The Meaning of Life"

why to keep on living
if you're going to die?
why to feel these slivers
can't identify

couldn't ask that question
were I never born
quite simplistic reason
eh, there's always porn!


yeah, I kind of lost that one halfway through.


a haiku

first I must exclaim
afterwards cough spasticly
now I must retire



yet another!



I'll just keep on writing
forever and again
my soul will be a martyr
to wasted epithets

whatever cosmic paths
traveled by its grace
never to relent
in recording

in creating
defining of itself
all facets ever known
until perfection

takes me home, takes me home

please...



and another one!


a little more
I'll keep asking for
just a little more
even after...

write it down in stone
scratch it on a napkin
my desire will be known
forever after...

so you never knew me?
perhaps you've met the others
who speak in unknown dreams
they love you too...



and here is one I am just making up right now.



I sat in thoutful pose
I thought myself quite dashing
with pen in hand I scribbled like mad
I thought she was looking my way
I sneezed once
not twice
I felt awkward
I left
I guess I wasn't so dashing

[Sithdarth]

Here be one on the spot:

Twisted and conflicted I walk
neither in darkness nor in light
from this path I dare not balk
I must hold onto all that is right

Solitary in my very nature
still I battle fear and doubt
that someday in my future
I may yet lose this bout

From outside in I stare
as others live lifes complete
wishing I too could share
in something I find so fleet

[BlackMageGirl!]

This is how I feel when I wake up to my alarm clock every morning. I think most people share the same experience =P

Too long I rest in bed
Lion emblemed sheets
I dream in peaceful sleep
Harsh noise brings me to this reality

Seriously though, who wants to get up?
I look at the alarm and turn off that noise
....with a hammar.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

In the black night, a bright star dims.
What once was inspiring has become grim.
And in it's deminishment, it seems so sad,
To see one flicker, when before it was glad.

But in all it's sorrow, it's pain and it's fear,
It's then when other stars start to appear.
'Round the dimmed one, out of stagnation,
Forms a supporting and beautiful Constellation.

[Cloud Strife]

"Kindness"

They do it for publicity,
They do it for the fame.
They just use their money
To help in easing pain.

But they do it out of kindness,
With no need for TV crews,
Showing that they truly care,
Even if they aren't the news.

Helping out, little by little,
Trying to help those who hurt,
Sacrificing, completely selfless,
They'd give them their own shirt.

In times of peril, there they are,
Digging through the rubble.
No matter the danger, they help out,
Finding those in trouble.

[Osterbaum]

Nobody and somebody

Yesterdays nobodys

That is what we are
So small in this big, big world
In this even bigger galaxy
In this gigantic universe

Todays nobodys

We are so little in this place
We are nothing to this universe
We are insignificant
We are useless

Tomorrows nobodys

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Still the same
Small, little, insignificant, useless
Nobodys

Yet somebodys

Somebodys to me
To you, to him, to her, to them
To each other
Every single one of us

Yesterdays nobodys
Todays nobodys
Tomorrows nobodys
Yet somebodys

This poem was inspired partly by the phrase "Then they see the sky and they remember what they are" and partly by many other things. It's a beatifull phrase, one that everyone understands in his or her own way.

[Cloud Strife]

I'm searching for something...

Something to touch,
Something to feel,
Something to love,
Something that's real.

Searching in the dark,
I come upon one more
thing that won't remark
How cold it is on the floor.

Getting up off hands and knees,
I start my search again,
But I shiver from the breeze,
And my will begins to bend.

Give up hope, go to sleep,
Voices whisper in my ear.
Turn back now, it's too bleak...
They're responding to my fear.

Searching on,
keeping track,
Close to dawn,
I can't turn back.

[Nikose Tyris]

what do you do when there is nothing left
when all you believed and hoped in is dead
what do you do when all is for naught
when your whole life is hole-filled plot

when the dark is attacking
you can't fight back
it rips you and beats you
and bleeds you till your dead

when light fills your life
remember it is false
it is a fake, a lie,
a big horrible farce.

when the light begins to fade
and the dark begins anew
slip these words to your heart
and hold them high as true

The darkness is a falsity,
the light a greater joke
the life of all is worthless
when the life of one is staked.

hold yourself above all else
above your so-called friends
do whatever it takes to keep things right
but in the end-- win.

I wrote that for an english teacher a while ago. she was convinced i was a goth, and was suicidal. I started wearing black to her class and handed in that. i managed to get her thinking I was crazy and would blow up the school.

to qoute Regis: A lie within a lie.
I wrote it for fun to get the reaction.