~*~Official Poetry Thread~*~

Ligi_Bella · 12-19-2006, 04:13 PM

Seeing as we are admirers of Damien, Im sure alot of us have a part that pours our feelings and wit into writing. Thats whats so amazing about him, you know? Its not just lyrics...Its poetry from his heart and its so genuine and bare, naked for all to see.

Post a poem!

Ligi_Bella · 12-19-2006, 04:22 PM

Closing_Doors · 12-19-2006, 06:01 PM

You only waited 9 minutes for a response!

Seems more suited to the Everything Else forum anyways (in fact its probably been done so have a look).

Timeé · 12-19-2006, 06:19 PM

To watch me carve a tree of stone,
To silence witches, ghosts and ghouls,
Silhouettes dance neath starry shores,
The valley interlocks in threes and fours.

Ligi_Bella · 12-19-2006, 07:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Closing_Doors

You only waited 9 minutes for a response!

Seems more suited to the Everything Else forum anyways (in fact its probably been done so have a look).

Lol, Im impatient.

DRQuebec · 12-19-2006, 08:47 PM

Free traduction of a song of mine that is originally written in french so there won't have any rhymes. It sounds pretty ugly cause some words in french sound awful in english, I won't do that again I promise

Sunday Night

How beautiful is that, the only light in the room
Comes from the screen that keeps me tied
It looks like the moon making her way
But with poetry in less

I see ourselves reading a book in front of a fireplace
Winter is less rough when you're two to fight it
But I'm alone in front of a air-heater abit too old
that's incapable of keeping me warm

Like you, and him, and her, all week long I repeated to myself
That we feel so good with all our freedom
What's the point of having somebody else in your life
When you're having f***ing good friends

But I realize that finally
I'd need you sitting on my knees right now
It's snowing outside, it looks like the moon is falling apart
I'd go walk in a park but without you, it'd be a blow of sword in the water

So instead I'll go take a beer
and try to forget the week-end is over
Alexis and I are going to take some air,
this air of a sad song we swallow in small mouthfuls

I'm not willing to reach tomorrow
I'm freezing, but it's not blankets I need
Outside, it's winter of Quebec which I'm undergoing
But inside myself it's Siberia

Maybe tomorrow it'll be better but for now
I just want a little bit of you in the dark
I know that love like melancholy gets erased with time
Time that seems to have stopped tonight, like all sunday nights.

Oh my god that was long and useless. This song lost all of her charms

Calum · 12-19-2006, 08:58 PM

Ok, i'll post an extremely personal one first then another one tomorrow.

This one is laying me out naked so to speak.

?

I couldn’t find my pencil this morning. That little stick of graphite meant a fortune to me, and that I can’t explain. The question mark tattooed to the back of my hand shrieks at me, but then it’s only scribbled on with a bursting biro, and the poison of the pen swills around up to my head, like the convection current of amnesia.
A biro doesn’t quite have the effect on a piece of paper as those particles of graphite you see; with my pencil I know where I stand, and where I come from.
Monotonous isn’t quite the word to describe the past; but my wrist has been locked in muscle memory, circling the page, shaping metaphoric spheres.
When this particular blow to the head came, I knew it was coming, I just didn’t duck.

I was struck, hard across the face as if my eyes had caught witness to things they shouldn’t have seen, and my ears were corroded by forbidden acids.

The fading question mark, through my hourglass I’ve seen. I knew before you did; your cotton eyelids shroud my pencil’s words with ignorance of the highest quality. So “welcome to my ****ed up little mind, where other people know me better than myself”.

The apologies aren’t washing your bull**** off my boots, and they certainly don’t buy me a new pencil. So goodnight my little sobbing star, I’ll see you some time.

Windgirl · 12-19-2006, 11:38 PM

Oh man!!!DRQuebec that was wonderful!!!!!!

alright here's two short ones :-D

don't forget to floss- title

thread the words

could never speak

listen to the silence as it flosses

inbetween my teeth.

Calcium deprived- title

lengthen your spine
for you seemed
a little taller
in the tales
where you make
the skim
crème de la crème.

freeda · 12-22-2006, 12:07 AM

as i sit silently
you ask me for my words
what sort of words would you like?
right now, i cannot say that i love you
right now, i cannot tell you any truth
right now, i cannot show you my face
but you still ask for my words
as if they would help you understand me
when all i have are my words that change
like the the cells in our bodies every few days
ask me for my words again
on another day, when i feel my story and wisdom
worthy of sound

Timeé · 12-22-2006, 12:47 AM

Heres a poem i wrote. people who dont write poems give feedback

Half At Five Rain

"Startling delight", my stirring love,
A bottle of milk and two speckled doves,
Shrouding the candles pouring dawn into day,
The owl glares tiredly at the wick-smothered pane.

A bleary-eyed monster settles in closet from rain,
The child sleeps on knowing nothing of pain,
Sheeps walk with mist, extinct shephards lie low,
The new lamb bleats on and he will never know.

Where dew is no soft drink and mosses grow from stone,
And hoodlums blare widly screaming "bad to the bone",

The rain stops abrubt and my mind turns blank,
To sleep I floundered and my healthy heart sank.

DRQuebec · 12-22-2006, 02:35 AM

Volcanoes : this is excellent. i liked it. much. very much. you say things in a way I love.

A2_Blue · 12-22-2006, 08:11 AM

Siting on the edge of an envelope.
On the brink of a choice:
Not knowing but moving on inspite of ignorance
Or knowing but being trapped in the hoplessness of awareness
Either way, im F!%ked.

(just a quick thought on how im feeling right now)

12-19-2006, 04:13 PM	#1
Ligi_Bella Super Eskimo Baby Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Houston, TX Posts: 17	*~~Official Poetry Thread~~* Seeing as we are admirers of Damien, Im sure alot of us have a part that pours our feelings and wit into writing. Thats whats so amazing about him, you know? Its not just lyrics...Its poetry from his heart and its so genuine and bare, naked for all to see. Post a poem! __________________ www.myspace.com/ligibella Last edited by Ligi_Bella; 12-19-2006 at 05:43 PM.

12-19-2006, 04:22 PM	#2
Ligi_Bella Super Eskimo Baby Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Houston, TX Posts: 17	__________________ www.myspace.com/ligibella

12-19-2006, 06:01 PM	#3
Closing_Doors Hysterical & Useless Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 1,329	You only waited 9 minutes for a response! Seems more suited to the Everything Else forum anyways (in fact its probably been done so have a look). __________________ Come clean, come good, repeat with me the punch line 'Just like blood' when those at the back rush forward to say how a little love goes a long long long way. -- Simon Armitage

12-19-2006, 06:19 PM	#4
Timeé Intello Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Co. Donegal, Ireland. Posts: 2,435	To watch me carve a tree of stone, To silence witches, ghosts and ghouls, Silhouettes dance neath starry shores, The valley interlocks in threes and fours. __________________ Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you?

12-19-2006, 08:47 PM	#6
DRQuebec Eskimo Regular Join Date: May 2006 Location: Montréal, Québec, Canada Posts: 174	Free traduction of a song of mine that is originally written in french so there won't have any rhymes. It sounds pretty ugly cause some words in french sound awful in english, I won't do that again I promise Sunday Night How beautiful is that, the only light in the room Comes from the screen that keeps me tied It looks like the moon making her way But with poetry in less I see ourselves reading a book in front of a fireplace Winter is less rough when you're two to fight it But I'm alone in front of a air-heater abit too old that's incapable of keeping me warm Like you, and him, and her, all week long I repeated to myself That we feel so good with all our freedom What's the point of having somebody else in your life When you're having f***ing good friends But I realize that finally I'd need you sitting on my knees right now It's snowing outside, it looks like the moon is falling apart I'd go walk in a park but without you, it'd be a blow of sword in the water So instead I'll go take a beer and try to forget the week-end is over Alexis and I are going to take some air, this air of a sad song we swallow in small mouthfuls I'm not willing to reach tomorrow I'm freezing, but it's not blankets I need Outside, it's winter of Quebec which I'm undergoing But inside myself it's Siberia Maybe tomorrow it'll be better but for now I just want a little bit of you in the dark I know that love like melancholy gets erased with time Time that seems to have stopped tonight, like all sunday nights. Oh my god that was long and useless. This song lost all of her charms __________________ --- Hey Angel, your wings are broken yet it's time to fly. Please, we'll let the sea melt down the rocks over our back. Man An Ocean

12-19-2006, 08:58 PM	#7
Calum Eskimo Regular Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: West Sussex, England Posts: 442	Ok, i'll post an extremely personal one first then another one tomorrow. This one is laying me out naked so to speak. ? I couldn’t find my pencil this morning. That little stick of graphite meant a fortune to me, and that I can’t explain. The question mark tattooed to the back of my hand shrieks at me, but then it’s only scribbled on with a bursting biro, and the poison of the pen swills around up to my head, like the convection current of amnesia. A biro doesn’t quite have the effect on a piece of paper as those particles of graphite you see; with my pencil I know where I stand, and where I come from. Monotonous isn’t quite the word to describe the past; but my wrist has been locked in muscle memory, circling the page, shaping metaphoric spheres. When this particular blow to the head came, I knew it was coming, I just didn’t duck. I was struck, hard across the face as if my eyes had caught witness to things they shouldn’t have seen, and my ears were corroded by forbidden acids. The fading question mark, through my hourglass I’ve seen. I knew before you did; your cotton eyelids shroud my pencil’s words with ignorance of the highest quality. So “welcome to my **ed up little mind, where other people know me better than myself”. The apologies aren’t washing your bull** off my boots, and they certainly don’t buy me a new pencil. So goodnight my little sobbing star, I’ll see you some time.

12-19-2006, 11:38 PM	#8
Windgirl Eskimo Friend Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: New York Posts: 85	Oh man!!!DRQuebec that was wonderful!!!!!! alright here's two short ones :-D don't forget to floss- title thread the words could never speak listen to the silence as it flosses inbetween my teeth. Calcium deprived- title lengthen your spine for you seemed a little taller in the tales where you make the skim crème de la crème. Last edited by Windgirl; 12-19-2006 at 11:56 PM.

12-22-2006, 12:07 AM	#9
freeda Eskimo Baby Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: los angeles Posts: 7	melancholy poem as i sit silently you ask me for my words what sort of words would you like? right now, i cannot say that i love you right now, i cannot tell you any truth right now, i cannot show you my face but you still ask for my words as if they would help you understand me when all i have are my words that change like the the cells in our bodies every few days ask me for my words again on another day, when i feel my story and wisdom worthy of sound

12-22-2006, 12:47 AM	#10
Timeé Intello Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Co. Donegal, Ireland. Posts: 2,435	Half At Five Rain Heres a poem i wrote. people who dont write poems give feedback Half At Five Rain "Startling delight", my stirring love, A bottle of milk and two speckled doves, Shrouding the candles pouring dawn into day, The owl glares tiredly at the wick-smothered pane. A bleary-eyed monster settles in closet from rain, The child sleeps on knowing nothing of pain, Sheeps walk with mist, extinct shephards lie low, The new lamb bleats on and he will never know. Where dew is no soft drink and mosses grow from stone, And hoodlums blare widly screaming "bad to the bone", The rain stops abrubt and my mind turns blank, To sleep I floundered and my healthy heart sank. __________________ Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you?

12-22-2006, 02:35 AM	#12
DRQuebec Eskimo Regular Join Date: May 2006 Location: Montréal, Québec, Canada Posts: 174	Volcanoes : this is excellent. i liked it. much. very much. you say things in a way I love. __________________ --- Hey Angel, your wings are broken yet it's time to fly. Please, we'll let the sea melt down the rocks over our back. Man An Ocean

12-22-2006, 08:11 AM	#13
A2_Blue Eskimo Friend Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Michigan, USA Posts: 94	Siting on the edge of an envelope. On the brink of a choice: Not knowing but moving on inspite of ignorance Or knowing but being trapped in the hoplessness of awareness Either way, im F!%ked. (just a quick thought on how im feeling right now)