5 minute poetry - Page 47

Demon with a Glass Hand · 11-17-2004, 12:41 AM

Teen Angst Poem #117899

You stare
I hate it!
I hate it how you stare!
You look at me
and you laugh
or you point
I see the looks on your faces!
Go away!
I hate how you make me feel!
Like I'm not special!
Like I'm not as good as you!
Hate it!
Stop looking!
Stop pointing!
Stop laughing!
Stop smir-

What's that, Dave?
Zip my Zipper?!

Oh ...

Well, fuck.

Aeria · 11-17-2004, 02:08 AM

It's time... For... Another poem! If you can make sense of what I was trying to convey with this poem, then you must be a genious, for its true meaning is deeply hidden. Regardless, hope you enjoy it!

Crashes of thunder, flashes of light,
Embers of fire, burning so bright.
Calling to heaven, Falling to Earth,
Icy blue angels, given new birth.
Little are halos, brittle are wings,
Illusion of weakness, noble as kings.
Awesome in power, fearsome in might,
These tiny new angels fight back the night.

BlackMageGirl! · 11-17-2004, 03:44 AM

What is it that I'm trying to say?
The words just won't come my way
It's blank, nothing will just come out
What turn of events brought this about?
I talk and I talk, all of them empty words
I can't say anything, it is just absurd!
I want release, a respite, a reprieve
Running in circles, why can't I leave?
I don't want this, I never wanted this
Pain for me, for others its bliss
No, don't touch me, don't come near
Crying silently so others can't hear
What do you see when you see me?
Am I just a thing desired by thee?
Something to keep, something to own
Something special! Something known!
It shakes me to my very core
I'm an object, nothing more
They don't care, they don't see
They just won't let me be
Look at her, unsullied, untainted
Grabbing me, pleasure not sated
I shy away from you and you follow
My fear a lump too hard to swallow
My back hits the wall, no way out
Screams lock throat, I can't shout
Your eyes, they burn into mine
Will I escape you this time?
You lean in to get what you seek
Hot are the tears running down my cheek
Desperate, I push you away, you stumble
The visions of my safety once again crumble
I run, putting distance between you and I
I trip and I fall, laying there as I cry
One thing on my mind...
Why, why, why?

Dona Maria · 11-17-2004, 03:45 AM

something written in class that i may expand into poetry form. so it's not poetry per-say, but it will be! bah, why do i feel the need to justify myself to you people :p

I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. I knew I should have spared myself the pain, but I couldn't. I had refused her embrace once before, but the pain it would have caused me was nothing to the shame I felt at seeing the hurt in her lucid eyes. So I did it. I had hoped to keep a tight reign on the impulse, to just embrace her as a friend, but the moment our bodies touched...my will crumbled. I held her to me, fighting the urge to affectionatly nip her ear. The fragrance of her hair tossed me into a sea of memories; of waking up to her scent and the perfume of her hair, of countless times brushing away the stray lock that always found a way to caress her face despite her best efforts. I sighed into her ear all my pain, my longing, my unrequited love. When it was done, she ascended those five steps back to heaven, and I wished I could still fly.

Zephie · 11-17-2004, 03:56 AM

Can't you feel my pain?
No pity nor remorse for your fellow man?
Or have you forgotten I AM man?
Am I not alive?
Don't I breathe and work with you in the fields?
Oh that's right, I work FOR you in the fields.
You lash me to furrow the land,
And yet you care not to feed my hand.
Only enough for life, you say,
Never enough to make my day.
Fine, that's the way it is,
My kind was always your stepping stone.
Just another pebble on the path to righteousness,
Isn't that so, O Holiest of Bastardness?

---

Hellooooo, racial protest poem.

BMG: That's pretty sweet stuff...

BlackMageGirl! · 11-17-2004, 06:06 PM

Is there something wrong?
My heart is clenching inside my chest
What is this that I'm feeling?
It gives me no peace, no rest.

I feel a void, it's so empty
I shut it away and I smile
Yet it clamors inside my being
Turning the inches into miles...

I sink down and once again
I find myself locking my words away
I walk into the blanketing fog
The grayness holds me in its sway.

I wonder and I ponder
What has brought this about?
Is it because once again, into my heart
Enters those familiar feelings of doubt?

I stop walking, the path is not clear
I follow the trial up to the loners' peak
I tell everyone that it's alright
But why do I inside just feel so weak?

I peer over the edge and watch the ocean flow
My eyes becoming as frozen, orbs of forsaken
Has my feelings finally been turned to nothing?
Or is my soul the silence has finally taken?

The key, one that I thought
Never would I use again
I find that dusty box of remembrance
Opening it up, my heart I put in

And locking up the beating jewel
But look at how slowly it goes!
Will it take it out again?
That is what I'll never know...

BlackMageGirl! · 11-17-2004, 08:32 PM

I go on with my happy life
But what about the people that I met?
Are they as happy as I am?
Or, can it be that they are upset?

This one man, friends that we were
I like talking to him, it makes my day
But am I only seeing something false?
Did I make a mistake in here anyway?

Did I reject him? Is it that why he's quiet?
Yes, I did know that there was some tension...
What have I missed? Is what I did not right?
Is there any possible way to stop this dissention?

Maybe I too did throw him away
Like he has been thrown so many times before
I didn't help, I added to his pain
By simply walking out that door...

I now realizing what I have overlooked
And what of him? What can I do?
Or is it my doing that made it this way?
I stand outside, confused, grieving for you...

icythaco · 11-18-2004, 12:46 AM

I'm going for a bit less structured type of poetry here:

Nostalgia

Forced habit...repitition,
repitition...repitition,
as humanity falls back
on its past for support.

We dwell in our own history,
whether or not we admit it,
in theory, we should move on
but in fact, we thrive on sweet reminiscence;

On times long gone
and events that have already been lived through,
on the cliches and metaphors
used once too often...

Trapped in our own desire
for the so called "good old days" of yore,
when things seemed simpler
but were they really?

Or were we ourselves simpler?
the very pondering of this question
can lead you down the road
of vivid history, so clear, but yet still so intangible.

The moral is as follows:
when wandering down the road of life,
and the past beckons with its hollow gestures,
never, ever look back...

Funka Genocide · 11-18-2004, 01:07 AM

never once having seen
the waves assaulting precipice
at a glance, so pristine
and within is life

awkward moments led away
the centers' rationale
yet in these times bare it lay
the heartbeat of the world

rhythm like a train station
when no one else is there
no other human infestation
self alone with She

diving ever deeper
clinging single minded
love won't let me keep her
I am just a beast

sail these waves
oh, they crash
and in my grave
leave only ash

Aeria · 11-18-2004, 01:16 AM

Deluge of poets, flooding of words,
Torrent of meanings, all them absurd.
Only one message, only one voice,
Only one master, only one choice.
Angry dissention, frustrated lies,
Lacking of morals, truth's alibis.
Utter compasion, smothered with hate,
Corruption at last at alarming rate.

11-17-2004, 12:41 AM	#461
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Teen Angst Poem #117899 You stare I hate it! I hate it how you stare! You look at me and you laugh or you point I see the looks on your faces! Go away! I hate how you make me feel! Like I'm not special! Like I'm not as good as you! Hate it! Stop looking! Stop pointing! Stop laughing! Stop smir- What's that, Dave? Zip my Zipper?! Oh ... Well, fuck. __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.

11-17-2004, 02:08 AM	#462
Aeria Light Warrior Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 600	It's time... For... Another poem! If you can make sense of what I was trying to convey with this poem, then you must be a genious, for its true meaning is deeply hidden. Regardless, hope you enjoy it! Crashes of thunder, flashes of light, Embers of fire, burning so bright. Calling to heaven, Falling to Earth, Icy blue angels, given new birth. Little are halos, brittle are wings, Illusion of weakness, noble as kings. Awesome in power, fearsome in might, These tiny new angels fight back the night. __________________ ~ }\|{ ~ The Magic Butterfly

11-17-2004, 03:44 AM	#463
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	What is it that I'm trying to say? The words just won't come my way It's blank, nothing will just come out What turn of events brought this about? I talk and I talk, all of them empty words I can't say anything, it is just absurd! I want release, a respite, a reprieve Running in circles, why can't I leave? I don't want this, I never wanted this Pain for me, for others its bliss No, don't touch me, don't come near Crying silently so others can't hear What do you see when you see me? Am I just a thing desired by thee? Something to keep, something to own Something special! Something known! It shakes me to my very core I'm an object, nothing more They don't care, they don't see They just won't let me be Look at her, unsullied, untainted Grabbing me, pleasure not sated I shy away from you and you follow My fear a lump too hard to swallow My back hits the wall, no way out Screams lock throat, I can't shout Your eyes, they burn into mine Will I escape you this time? You lean in to get what you seek Hot are the tears running down my cheek Desperate, I push you away, you stumble The visions of my safety once again crumble I run, putting distance between you and I I trip and I fall, laying there as I cry One thing on my mind... Why, why, why? Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-15-2004 at 01:32 PM.

11-17-2004, 03:45 AM	#464
Dona Maria tastes like burning Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: somewhere orange Posts: 436	something written in class that i may expand into poetry form. so it's not poetry per-say, but it will be! bah, why do i feel the need to justify myself to you people :p I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. I knew I should have spared myself the pain, but I couldn't. I had refused her embrace once before, but the pain it would have caused me was nothing to the shame I felt at seeing the hurt in her lucid eyes. So I did it. I had hoped to keep a tight reign on the impulse, to just embrace her as a friend, but the moment our bodies touched...my will crumbled. I held her to me, fighting the urge to affectionatly nip her ear. The fragrance of her hair tossed me into a sea of memories; of waking up to her scent and the perfume of her hair, of countless times brushing away the stray lock that always found a way to caress her face despite her best efforts. I sighed into her ear all my pain, my longing, my unrequited love. When it was done, she ascended those five steps back to heaven, and I wished I could still fly. __________________ Between Christopher Marlow and William Shakespeare: Will: I wrote you another sonnet. Chris: No! How many times have I told you: No more sonnets! How many is that anyway? Will: About a hundred

11-17-2004, 03:56 AM	#465
Zephie The Playwright Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Texas Posts: 1,191	Can't you feel my pain? No pity nor remorse for your fellow man? Or have you forgotten I AM man? Am I not alive? Don't I breathe and work with you in the fields? Oh that's right, I work FOR you in the fields. You lash me to furrow the land, And yet you care not to feed my hand. Only enough for life, you say, Never enough to make my day. Fine, that's the way it is, My kind was always your stepping stone. Just another pebble on the path to righteousness, Isn't that so, O Holiest of Bastardness? --- Hellooooo, racial protest poem. BMG: That's pretty sweet stuff... __________________ Burns inside with a heart like a Hole / A Naked Machine with a Busted Soul

11-17-2004, 06:06 PM	#466
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	Is there something wrong? My heart is clenching inside my chest What is this that I'm feeling? It gives me no peace, no rest. I feel a void, it's so empty I shut it away and I smile Yet it clamors inside my being Turning the inches into miles... I sink down and once again I find myself locking my words away I walk into the blanketing fog The grayness holds me in its sway. I wonder and I ponder What has brought this about? Is it because once again, into my heart Enters those familiar feelings of doubt? I stop walking, the path is not clear I follow the trial up to the loners' peak I tell everyone that it's alright But why do I inside just feel so weak? I peer over the edge and watch the ocean flow My eyes becoming as frozen, orbs of forsaken Has my feelings finally been turned to nothing? Or is my soul the silence has finally taken? The key, one that I thought Never would I use again I find that dusty box of remembrance Opening it up, my heart I put in And locking up the beating jewel But look at how slowly it goes! Will it take it out again? That is what I'll never know... Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-15-2004 at 01:31 PM.

11-17-2004, 08:32 PM	#467
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	I go on with my happy life But what about the people that I met? Are they as happy as I am? Or, can it be that they are upset? This one man, friends that we were I like talking to him, it makes my day But am I only seeing something false? Did I make a mistake in here anyway? Did I reject him? Is it that why he's quiet? Yes, I did know that there was some tension... What have I missed? Is what I did not right? Is there any possible way to stop this dissention? Maybe I too did throw him away Like he has been thrown so many times before I didn't help, I added to his pain By simply walking out that door... I now realizing what I have overlooked And what of him? What can I do? Or is it my doing that made it this way? I stand outside, confused, grieving for you... Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-15-2004 at 01:30 PM.

11-18-2004, 12:46 AM	#468
icythaco Funcraft II: "Let's all get along!" Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: I erased my exact whereabouts from googleEarth Posts: 665	I'm going for a bit less structured type of poetry here: Nostalgia Forced habit...repitition, repitition...repitition, as humanity falls back on its past for support. We dwell in our own history, whether or not we admit it, in theory, we should move on but in fact, we thrive on sweet reminiscence; On times long gone and events that have already been lived through, on the cliches and metaphors used once too often... Trapped in our own desire for the so called "good old days" of yore, when things seemed simpler but were they really? Or were we ourselves simpler? the very pondering of this question can lead you down the road of vivid history, so clear, but yet still so intangible. The moral is as follows: when wandering down the road of life, and the past beckons with its hollow gestures, never, ever look back... __________________ Due to several pending lawsuits, Blizzard's long anticipated next installment in the famed Starcraft series, Starcraft II, has been renamed "Funcraft II". In addition, according to a Blizzard spokesman, the game will no longer focus on interstellar battle but will instead be centered around the idea of nonviolent conflict resolution, with the game's ultimate goal being to bring about interstellar harmony.

11-18-2004, 01:07 AM	#469
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Rhythm Like a Train Station never once having seen the waves assaulting precipice at a glance, so pristine and within is life awkward moments led away the centers' rationale yet in these times bare it lay the heartbeat of the world rhythm like a train station when no one else is there no other human infestation self alone with She diving ever deeper clinging single minded love won't let me keep her I am just a beast sail these waves oh, they crash and in my grave leave only ash

11-18-2004, 01:16 AM	#470
Aeria Light Warrior Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Canadia Posts: 600	Deluge of poets, flooding of words, Torrent of meanings, all them absurd. Only one message, only one voice, Only one master, only one choice. Angry dissention, frustrated lies, Lacking of morals, truth's alibis. Utter compasion, smothered with hate, Corruption at last at alarming rate. __________________ ~ }\|{ ~ The Magic Butterfly