Some Love Poetry for...

[raiSINgirl420]

another holiday to boost the economy.
*shudder*
and sorry they are kinda long, maybe i should consider short stories more often. nah...i like the line breaks. :)

does anyone else want to share some?

~

a meltdown from the inside spreading out.

the suns dance to the beat of our minds,
warming the life that we cannot see
but at that moment
i felt the heat waves
from the billions of stars
in the unending sky
flowing down,
over stepping the miles,
leaping across space and time,
an incurable fever
that assumed our senses.
at that instant
mars and venus clashed.
they were thrown off their axis
sending them into astronomical seizure,
erasing the dividing line,
liquefying together.
in that breath
the busybody world
stopped
and felt a revolutionary feeling,
but only for a heartbeat,
in the depths of their souls
as our minds fused together.

as the nonexistent seconds pass
we will conquer the universes.
i am sure of that.
almost sure of it.

~

and i heard the daisies weeping...

your arms wrapped around me,
making an effort to keep me warm,
with all your intellect
you sensed the harsh storm
that was about to take place,
that was rolling in,
an immutable tide,
crushing in from the
sullen sea.

our eyes locked in intense stare.
it was right then
when nature was synchronized
with our minds.
i heard the daisies begin to weep
it startled me,
sent shivers up and down my spine
like a harp
in a chilling orchestra piece.

i detached myself from your olive eyes
and saw the blossoms start to droop and hang
waving their flowery heads in shame.
the grass started to whimper
under our bare feet,
the crickets mellowed to
a dreary tune.
i knew what was coming,
i wanted to fly away on your breath
i wanted out of there
and !quick!

the trees let out a heavy sigh.
a gust that caused goosebumps
on a hot summers night.
with each sigh
the leaves quickly died,
hitting the ground
with a deafening ticht.
in the distance
i could faintly hear
the asphalt begin to crack like ice.
the weeds were protruding through,
this was the time,
they,
in all there unwanted glory
could shine.
they watched,
they cheered,
as we said our good-byes.
the moon above
sobbed snow
that gradually began to
freeze and silence
the mourning lawn.
the birds were huddled
in their nest and
~~shivering~~
speculating our every move.

we stood there,
our tears
frozen on our cheeks,
eyes still locked
the silence was so loud
there was no need for words
linked with infinite mental balance,
an unbreakable tie,
that we knew
miles and minutes
could never let die.

so we walked away
saying our good-byes
knowing that in time,
if time exists,
we would just be.

~

standing on the edge of your soul...

it’s difficult for me
not to jump right in
and drown myself.

i position myself with attitude,
tasting the thoughts,
nibbling on them
one by one
until there is nothing left
but crumbs.
i hand them back to you
and
like a handful of m&ms
you throw them back,
washing them down
with gallant manner.

we
speak in silence
terrified of
destroying the beauty.
we
converse tongue-tied
worn down
from the line of duty.

beauty?
i forget
what it looks like,
what it feels like,
what it tastes like,
but not what it sounds like.
it’s blaring in my ears
keeping me awake
tossing and turning in my mania mattress
covered in sweat
dreaming of
---you---me---soak-n-wet---
fuck!
i’m a wreck!

i get up to get a cigarette
then sit down again.
pondering,
fidgeting,
calculating,
with the clock staring at me.
i take a sip from my cup
sit back and sigh.

why does life lie?

i’m too tired to look for another reason to live today.
my mind is corroded with battle cries,
callous lips,
skinned knees
and minor blips.

i drive my hands through my hair
causing my scalp to nearly bleed.
(tenthousandyearsagomesopotamiatotalitarian
agricultureunequalglobalismwehavefallenasleep
aspeopleasanimalsweareheretonurtureNOTDESTROY
deploydeploydeploy)
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssSTOP!
i think...
i think too much.
this is just a method of choice.

all i want to heed,
and all i want to hear,

is your voice.

i’m diving head first---
this
is my choice.

[Thrakandor]

Originally posted by raiSINgirl420
all i want to heed,
and all i want to hear,

is your voice.

i’m diving head first---
this
is my choice.

Hmmm, the style is a bit contemporary (I think that's the word... a bit modern anyway) for my liking, but it's got some nice rhythm to it, and those lines quoted I do like very much. It's a nice cadence to end the poem with, if I can justifiably turn that term into use for poetry.

[damnable]

I wrote a poem once about Valentine's Day, but I can't find it now. I only remember that it played with the idea of V.D. and how the consumerism of V.D. burns and itches my soul. I was pretty depressed at the time. Not today, though, no sir. It does irritate me a little that there is a holiday with the seeming specific intent of making the lonely feel lonelier. Oh, well, here's a poem off the cuff.

Candy-heart Cowboy

"YOU'RE SWEET"
in fading crimson letters
on a dry, cracked,
dusty, purple mesa.
the saccharine plain
is no place for the
faint of heart.
peering up
through the cellophane sky
we tell tales around the fire,
singing songs like "Clementine,"
mixing whiskey with our whine.
some day maybe i'll mosey
on down to "BE MINE" Butte,
greener than anything i've seen.
i'll go to the top
real careful-like,
stare into "TOO BAD" valley, and
cry a river like Paul Bunyan,
watching the letters wash away
and my river turn to blood.

Well, I can't say it's uplifting or even really cohesive, but demonstrative, yes. Happy Fucking Valentine's Day.

[Aenimal]

Originally posted by raiSINgirl420
i drive my hands through my hair
causing my scalp to nearly bleed.
(tenthousandyearsagomesopotamiatotalitarian
agricultureunequalglobalismwehavefallenasleep
aspeopleasanimalsweareheretonurtureNOTDESTROY
deploydeploydeploy)
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssSTOP!
i think...
i think too much.
this is just a method of choice.

all i want to heed,
and all i want to hear,

is your voice.

i’m diving head first---
this
is my choice. [/B]

That was some great work. I especially loved this last part. I can completly understand and associate with them. Have you read the Ishmeal trilogy?

I started working on a poem for my girlfriend last wednesday, should have it finished within a couple days. Can't wait to give it to her. I'll post it here when I'm done.

[damnable]

Oh, yeah. Great poem, raisSINgirl420. As always, surprising and refreshing and vivid and superb, like taking acid for the first time. Jaw-dropping. You should be publishing and making shit-loads of money, except that poets don't make shit for money.

Once I wiped my ass with three one-dollar bills because there was no toilet paper at the club I was at. I was proud of myself, but I probably smelled bad for the rest of the night. This story just popped into my head and I thought I should share it, although maybe it should be a new thread. Whatever, I'm tired. If you've read this far, you are too bored. Find something, anything else to do than read my self-indulgent rambling. You probably read my poem, too. Garbage, huh? This second paragraph, by the way is addressed to anyone reading this post, though the first paragraph is to someone specifically, whose poem you actually should read. You'll probably enjoy it. If you haven't read my poem, don't worry. It's about life on the plains inside a box of Valentine's candy hearts - stupid, stupid poem. Remember, though, when you're thinking that this damnable guy is an idiot, a prideful, needy idiot at that: I am well aware of this fact. Change takes time. I'll try to be less of a mess next time I post. Good grief.

Also, votes on whether I should get an Eeyore tattoo?

[raiSINgirl420]

don't get an Eeyore tattoo, he is cool and all, but my vote is no.

thanks for the kind words, yeah it would be nice to get paid for writing, but it's just the same, i dunno, i have 4of my pieces published in small literary mags, no money, just copies, it's cool to see yourself in print, but i don't know about the whole career thing, although a fan base would be cool, ppl waiting to see what i write next, but i might disappoint them. ha.

anyways...
Aenimal, post it and i will post the one i wrote for my other half, you know i hate that phrase, other half. or maybe i don't, it's early in the morning.
:):) hehe...love poems get me everytime.

there were 3 separte pieces here. :)

[Aenimal]

Alright, I've completed my first full iteration of my love poem. I'll probly make some changes to it later though, i only plan on giving it to her next weekend.

Gaia's Gift.

Just as every cycle, mine starts in chaos.
The winter's been long and depressive.
It's radical winds have blurred my vision
Keeping me from finding my destination.

But our mother is not without compassion,
Within her kingdom lies the sublime secret;
Every cycle has it's polarities of dark and light
Just as every child has a soul and a mate.

And though the northern winds still blow
I feel my equinox is finally upon me
For the darkness in my life
Has been subdued by your light.

Just as every being, my destination is clear
My journey; however, is ever-twisting
Through this labyrinth of life, I wander
Searching for the path ever-pondered..

But our mother is not without compassion,
Within her kingdom lie the sublime guardians;
Every soul's way is guided by its mate
whom, earth risen, shall return you to it in love.

Now after a journey so long, I'm confronted
By your spirit so earthly, so divine, so soothing.
In this maze of mirrors, your eyes are the only windows,
Feeding me utopic scenes of the way through this life.

Facing you, my guardian, I am silently rejuvenated.
A thousand desires are appeased, yet a thousand born.
You've a gaze that lures me,
A scent that delights me,
A voice that calms me,
A touch that mends me,
And a radiance that heals me.

We needn't look to the skies for heavenly destiny,
Its path is from earth, on earth and to the earth.
Its treasures are amongst us and within us.
They need simply be acknowledged.
And I acknowledge that you are
Gaia's Gift.