my old poetry thread (http://216.12.210.218/~admin10/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5615&perpage=20&pagenumber=1)

and everyone... enjoy this ^-^ There's all my other poems and this thread is for all teh new ones. I expect a year from now to have another :D

Shook

Why wait for a moment that's never gonna happen
or reach in the distance for something that isnt even there.
It just kills me so much knowing that these thoughts keep on lapping
and it puts out the fire in my heart that made me know everyone cares.

In my head there's this wall rejecting all good thoughts
because in my heart there's nothing that tells me someone cares -
In my mind there's blurriness even though I have good vision that
in the end my mind will part and finally be clear.

I'm blind beyond reality and my compass is broken so I dont know where to go
and even though I feel this is right I know that nothing is there anymore
because in the distance that something is gone
and in the end everything I've fought for will break and they'll be no more
of anything
that I believe
and everything
that helps me breathe.

Each day
of my life is turning into something different than the day there was before
and even though my mind is broken still there lays a memory of much more
from my past
that helps me feel
and all the memories
that help me deal
with this life
of mine.

Yet nothing is the same and never will it be again
since my fire is out and cant be put back in again
and nothing will be right again since
my time is nearly over and my path is blocked for good
until my mind is clearer and until this world is shook.

w00tness. This is great. Speaking more about life i see. Love it *huggles* The new starts off great.

Hmmmm. *thinks* Great thread hun. You gave me an idea.

^__^;; But great girl, it brought a tear to my eye. A great work. Your best yet.

Beautiful poem Dessy. Extremely emotional and real. I guess that poem was inspired by your life and I admire you for expressing your life into words so well ^_^

I think a new thread is exactly what your poems need. Changes are always good for the soul and I know that even though you dislike changes they are actually healthy for you after all. Well, enough said~ :X

Keep up the amazing work! =D

Actually I've found that I really like changes, they're actually kool. I mean, if someone was the same for all they're life wouldnt that be just a bit boring?

anywayz - thanks for the comments everyone :) next poem I wrote before the one I posted but it's good so ya know ^-^;

Sun Rise

I wish this day would end
and with that every day after
so my mind would find it's way
instead of losing it's path
from day to day

I wish the sun would finnally rise
to take away this pain
that is building up inside...
I'm sick of feeling like nothing matters
and I'm sick of life being so unclear
I just want something to shine on me
to consume all of my fears

The darkness threatens me with depression
so never do I open my eyes
and never do I try to convience myself
that this is just a dream
because I cant get up the courage
to face myself to try and redeem myself
of everything I am
because it's hard for me to realize that
I'm wanting to be free

Your eyes are piercing through me
and it makes me want to cry
because when you ask if I'm sad and I say no
I know you know that it's a lie

I lay on my bed awake
and try to think of nothing
but my thoughts are always running
and my crying isnt stopping
which is why I am mumbling
when you try to talk to me
to figure out this state I'm in
and why I keep my feelings in
instead of letting them out to feel like me again

The day is slowly turning cold
and I hover low in fear
because the side of me thats hurting wishes
that this day would end right here...
the sun goes down but still I stay
hoping that it'd go away
so light will come again
so my happiness will be renewed again
to let life fill my blood within

Originally posted by Amara Ciel
Actually I've found that I really like changes, they're actually kool. I mean, if someone was the same for all they're life wouldnt that be just a bit boring?


Fair enough Dessy and good point. I think I'm the one who hates changes now and I always thought I embraced them so well. Anyhoo, on to comments about the poem.. :X

The poem is good (as always) but I would like to see a happier side in your poem but your depressing poems are more realastic so they are all that more better. Enough said~ I always say the same thing about your poems Dessy because I have said what I wanted to say lots of times already -_-

Nevertheless, keep up the great work. You're giving someone something worthy to read now and then just to let you know ^_^

Thank you Amelia :) just ta know ya like my writings make me happy, so dont worry about having to make a big ol post in this lil old thread ^-^

this I wrote tonight. Just in one of those moods.

So this is what it's like

So this is what it's like to be in love...
to hurt within your heart and soul
and yet to feel wings lifting you up.

Guess this is what it means to me -
to breathe a whisper of your name into the setting sun
to dive into the deepest sea without a thought to turn and run...

So this is what it's like to be in love...
to hear your name everywhere and always see your face
to turn from all that's hurting and to only feel your grace.
I can only say your name and I cant leave you out..
in my mind your everywhere and always do I trace
your the everything that I've wanted and your what I'm all about.

But this is what it feels inside my heart...
a thousand sharpened, rusty knives carving at the edge
countless needs of attention within the crowds
listening to their sorry cries
and rebuking what you've said.
Running from their terror to find you
and leaving behind everything that I once and always knew.

And this is what it feels deep in my soul
a pain so true and real that it cannot even be marked
a cry so fierce that it tears me up and makes me feel a fool.

Guess I'm still and will always be confused
for no matter that this love makes me feel complete
I'm still the same I used to be and I still plead guilty at your feet.

You have one hell of a talent Desi. You seem to come out with wonderfull stuff everytime I blink. The deep emotion within is well written. Loads of passion in those two poems right there. I only wish I were half as good...

It's a good thing your poems make you happy Dessy.. Moving right along.. Desi, your latest poem is amazing and I can personally relate to it really well ^_^

You describe the emotions of the poems so well. Good job.. ^_^

Des, i can also relate to that poem a lot. I can guess what inspired you to write that, but i won't guess for privacy's sake. One of your best works yet.

thx babes and babettes :) Lately at school I've been getting mixed messages from everyone, it's kinda confuxing; and so my next poem brings out my lil vampire fetish. Enjoy :)

Thirst

A thirst for blood is what we have
a little drink of that dark red wine...
to get drunk off love and paranoia
and feel the powers that bind.

Your soul has treasures that I want
and your heart is full of greed -
you take from life and never return a single sacrifice or deed.

You're cold and yet your burning up
and your vibe is that of dark.
The sun shines on your face
and so I'm filling up with lust
and wanting to leave my mark.

Please, just a tiny taste...
a bite of your soft white skin -
a little drink of that dark red wine.

Just one sip of blood to trickle down my lips;
to hear you gasp at my tender kiss.

Good poem Dessy~ The subject of the poem is a bit sinister but you write on it so well. Keep it up! ^_^

thanx. Got that from the tired feeling I was in :D

and now, one I wrote today. Feels like my writers cramp is at last parting from me.

See Her

Treatment from the body's flare.
Someone's wish is your despair.

Introduction,
life's corruption.
Flaming bullets bring you there.
Sun that is shining
brings hail flying...
Wind that dances through her hair.

Raindrops dribble
nice and simple.
Flowers bloom to heal the pain.
Love surrenders
and the long nights slender...
See her dancing through the rain.

Dazed confusion from afar.
Horoscopes alinement of the stars.

Look across the endless seas.
See her pleading on her knees.
Drifting petals fill the air
Drifting cinders catch her there.

Sun rays stinging
skies are singing,
see her laughing of the pain.
Path's excitment
Stars alinement...
See her falling from the rain.

Great poem Amara Ciel. I'm not sure if that poem was personal or not but it has a certain enchantment about it. I really like it and it seems more cheerful than the other poems..

Keep on writing Amara Ciel.

OMG, you are brilliant! How come you are so good and just get better all the time? That last one flowed perfectly! Don't put on the brakes yet! =O

thanks guyz for the compliements :) I'm soooo glad you think I'm good, phillip!! and you too Amelia. thanks :)

the last poem was about Haley cuz I was remembering once when it was raining a few weeks back I think it was and we were running through this big water puddle and it was fun ^-^ She was happy!!! which made me happy.

Sleeping

I see you looking at me
from so far away
I see you smiling weakly
carrying your pain.
I want to hold you tightly
so I reach out to touch your hand
I feel the thin air grasp me
I feel the nothing that is there.

This is just a dream
you dissapear from me.
I look beyond and see the shifting stars
This is just a dream
no use fighting tears
I look to find who you've been hidden from.

I've been sleeping for so long
and I cant wake up
I keep on running towards the never waking sun.
I can hear your voice
but you're still so far away
I trip and fall into the dropping rain.

I can see your hand above me now
is it real?
I can feel you lifting me up
and into your arms I flee.
You hold me close but I refuse to be caught up in my dream
I let lose the air from which I breathe.

This is just a dream
you dissapear from me.
I look beyond and see the shifting stars
This is just a dream
no use fighting tears
I look to find who you've been hidden from.

Is it me?
Do I know the truth behind the mask I seek?
Do the stars hide
to keep the light inside?

Why cant I wake up
I've been sleeping for too long
and now it's been enough

This is just a dream
you've dissapeared from me.
I look beyond and see the shifting stars
This is just a dream
no use fighting fears
I now know who you've been hidden from...

Beautiful poem Amara Ciel. You should actually give that to Haley because I'm sure she will love it and will treasure you as a friend even more. If it was Haley, I know that's how I would react.

Keep up the great wark Amara Ciel..

a short one... made about my best friend. I'm giving it to her tomorrow morning :) (the poem, silly)

My Flower

Such a sweet, sweet smell;
my flesh-bred flower.
The petals might fall,
and even when the thorns
poke and cut my skin
she's still beautiful to me.

the card I wrote it on is an old valentines day card with a bear on the front holding a heart that says "You're Special" on it. Made me think of her ^-^

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Prettiful poem Amara Ciel. I'm sure Haley will really like it. Keep up the good work..

Thanks muchos :)

Another

Another dream is setting in
another thought to end the trend.
The same little fire is
burning on the dark ensence;
and my fingers show the mark
from it,
it's my mistake
and it's sinking in again.

Why can't I remember
what I did last week?
Everything is another fading memory.
Why don't my mind clear
to let the dreams set in?
Everyone is turning into another fading melody.
My body shows the mark
from it,
it's my mistake
and it's sinking in again.

He fought his way to save me
but I got scared and turned away.
The same mistakes are running
through my heart without a trace.

The footprints lay in the ground,
covered with grass and hay.
Never will they be recovered
from their dark, mysterious grave.

Why can't I remember
what I did last week?
Everything is another fading memory.
Why don't my mind clear
to let my dreams sink in?
Everyone is turning into another fading melody.
My whole body shows the mark
from it,
and it's my mistake
it's my mistake...
but it won't sink in.

Good poem Amara Ciel. It's a bit long but nevertheless you did a great job on writing it.

So They Tell Me

Intelligance,
I'm waiting to come true;
blankly.
Hoping that soon I will break through;
without pain.

I cant believe how fast the years go by
and yet I'm still the same, way
even when I change, me

And how come I cant care
even when he's there
slipping on the thin air,
holding on to every breath he takes, in
and even if he changes,
we'll still be the same, way

So they tell me

Why
cant I live?
forty days and forty nights
without a simple plan
So they tell me

How
can I be?
I'm so messed up
and shaking up
I dont even care...

Faithfullness,
I cant get back up..
sadly.
I'm not the same person that I used to be
I'm changing
and yet I'm still the same old me.
I'm still the one who cares
who's never really there

So they tell me

Why
cant I live?
forty days and forty nights
without a simple plan
So they tell me
So they tell me

nothing can break through
no-one is strong enough
or weak enough
to want to have a change
So they tell me...
things are gonna change

How
can I be?
I'm so messed up
and shaking up
I dont even care..

Amazing poem Amara Ciel, honestly.. Very dramatic and chilling. I like it.

Great job. Even though the poem was enchanting it lacks the magic the other poems had. Weird..

I'm Splitting

Can you see my fingers splitting
my blood is dripping
the darkness slipping
slowly from within

I cant stand the way I look now
the way I act now
I cant see me anymore now
and I dont care
I cant care
it takes too much to care

effort and intelligance
I'm missing both
it takes too much to feel
so I dont care about how I look now
or how I act now
it reflects on me too much

Can you see my fingers splitting
my blood is dripping
the darkness slipping
slowly from within

I can't stand the way I look now
the way I act now
I cant see me anymore now
and I dont care
I cant care
it takes too much to care
and I dont want to care

happiness and decentcy
I'm missing both
it takes too much to do this
so I dont care about how I look now
or how I act now
it reflects on me too much

take me if you want me
or leave me in the dust
I want to be dirty
I want to get freaky
at least then I'd feel some lust
I could feel some lust
I'd get to feel
I'd actually care

Can you see my fingers splitting
my blood is dripping
the darkness slipping
slowly from within

Great poem Amara Ciel. In a way it's a bit like the last poem, only it's much better. Well done..

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I was thinking it'd be interesting to write something different from what I usually write. I wrote it from the perspective (is that the right word?) of a china doll that's been left out all alone and stuff... dolls can teach you alot ya know :)

China Doll

Laying on the ground
I look at my life through eyes of a shattered soul.
My face is cold
and I have but thin rags for clothes...

I lay on the ground
as the flower petals fly above me
I watch them,
my pink sky
my one and only company

The clouds are grey
the sun turning into moons and stars

Laying on the ground
the wind flies around me
carrying dust into my face
I look at my life through eyes of a shattered soul

Stones thrown at my body
wouldn't hurt as much as the pain stings
as I watch the clouds turn into water and pour onto me
My glass face echos the sound of the rain drops that arent stopping
and it feels like needles of ice being thrown from a strong arm

Laying on the ground
everything soon turns into a shoreless sea
as I'm washed away into the night
the flower petals dying with me,
and I watch them
my pink sky
the one I called my company

First of all, I like the theme. Second, I like the way you wrote on a poem based on someone else's possible perspective. Third, the poem paints a pretty picture as it's described well and it's full of emotion.

Good poem Amara Ciel. Keep up the great work.

true

Birthday

Remember my birthday at the middle school
I thought that I looked so cool
my baggy pants and a tight blue shirt
I thought that tonight I'd let you rule
My hair was curled and braided
so glad not to be jaded
I took your hand and we danced
I took your hand and we danced

and I remember that night at the middle school
looking you in the eyes
remember thinking that I'd kill the girls that touched you
if they looked into your eyes
you put your hands around me and we danced
you put your hands around me and we danced

first time was the last
first time was the only time
last time for romance
and the begining of trouble
begining of love
last time that we danced

I remember my birthday at the middle school
dancing with my friends
asking if you were looking at me
as I was dancing with my friends
they said you were and I smiled
I couldnt help that
so I took your hand and I smiled
I couldnt help that

first time was the last
first time was the only time
last time for romance
first time was the last
and the begining of trouble
begining of love
last time that we danced

should have remembered tha'd be the only time we'd dance
now I miss when you held my hand
first time was the last
and I cant remember
the last time for romance
I wish I remembered
my birthday at the middle school
and the last time that we danced

Your poems steadily keep getting better every time I read them~

That poem was very reminiscent and very touching. The repetitiveness add a powerful element that really drives the poem home.

Great piece of work Desi hun. ^__^

(Even if I dun post much... I'm still reading...)

Great poem Desiree. Like Drea said the repetitive lines in the poem made it even better and it also made the poem flow well. Yeah, the poem was touching and it was written based on an interesting theme.

Well done Desi.

I Look Like an Old Rag Doll

I go to school each day
waking at six
but wishing it was seven.
I cant fall asleep at night
it's too hard to stop thinking.

I dont know how to reach my heavens.
I'm in an illusion
and it's too hard to wake up.
I sit in my chair staring,
I'm just too stuck.

I didnt wash off my make up...
it's still there.
My mask from yesterday,
I wish it'd tear.
I cant stop it
make it go away
I look sedated
make it go away
make it go away

I look dried up
an old rag doll
I need him to tell me that I look beautiful again.
I look sedated
I'm all dried up
I wish he'd tell me I look beautiful again...

In my dirty shoes
I have to walk
miles expanded
it's to my mind I talk.
In an illusion
I cant wake up
I want to keep sleeping
make it stop.

I'm not skitzophrenic
I'm not bipolar
she told me I wasnt
but why wont it stop?
I have to walk
I dont have the energy to run
I look sedated
I'm just too stuck

I look dried up
an old rag doll
I need him to tell me I look beautiful again.
I look sedated
I'm all dried up
I wish he'd tell me I look beautiful again.

I need to reach my heavens
maybe then I'd hear him tell me I look beautiful again.

Very good poem Des~ I especially like the theme and the repetitive of words or certain lines. It's very effective.

Although it's a long poem it's stil makes for a good read. Well done.

... untitled... dedicated to Willy for giving me a dirty mind and dedicated to me for being stupid enough to use it

I feel like I've had enough
sick of being used like an old torn rag
but I dont want to give it up
even though I want my life and myself back
He's been loving he's been shoving he's been saying I'm the best he's had
but just fuck it though I love it and I need it I just want to go back

I got enough from the world
her rays keep stinging and her face misleads me
the stars dont shine a way through
I'm supposed to be growing but instead I'm slowing down

I dont have the power
I cant find a way through
I am low and sour
my love's almost all been used...

I know I've had enough
whiped up every mess that's been set down
dont wanna give it up
but I know that I've got to slow down

She said I told you so
said I'd mess up every chance I'd have
and when I told her so
she laughed at me and said too bad
She's been happy she's been laughing she's been saying I'm the best she's had
but just fuck it though I love I just hate it and I want to go back
I want to go back

Her rays are stinging and her eyes keep piercing through
she's been helping him with the tortures and it's piercing through

I dont have the power
I cant find which way to go through
I'm naive for being low and sour
but my love's slowly coming through

Great poem Desiree. Even though it's long it still makes for a good read because it's decribed well and it's emotional in all the right places. Keep up the good work.

I might just stop posting poems here and get some online journal with a link and start posting there but I dunno.. thx for support amelia, now what does you think? *clueless*

My Sky

Drifting aimlessly past the sunset and the clouds
the pink sky that flies by,
with the birds up in it's eyes..
I remember the sound
cuz it's too hard to forget.

Flower petals falling
from the stem of which they stay
being lifted by the wind that flies
across centuries of skies
til it stops for them to lay.

Red moons caused from human's blood
the stars their body and soul
the skies the home they live in
under the universe's control

Glassy eyes looking at it
wondering what's gonna be next
catching air into their lungs
hoping it's not the last

Falling aimlessly into the sunset and the clouds
the pink sky darkening as it flies by,
with the birds falling from it's eyes...
I remember the sound
hoping not to forget

I know I don't post much in other people's threads, but I will glady start doing that from now on. Desi you're a briliant pooet, your way of using words to discribe what is on your mind is simply stunning. Keep up the good writing, and I'll keep up the reading.

Died

If I died tonight
would you remember me?
Would you still think
I was a true beauty?
If I died tonight...
would I still slowly breathe?

Taste me
sweetly
Hold me till I die
Love me
baby
Dont leave me here to cry

You're what I've needed...
without you I couldt breathe.
If I died tonight
would you remember me?

I'm trying to steal back
my soul of which was sold
I want to revive
our memories gone cold.
I'm weakening
so hold me til I die
love me
baby
Dont leave me here to cry...

If I died tonight
would you remember me?
If I died tonight
would I still slowly breathe?

I need you to love me
like you did before.
Dont leave me to rot
lying on the floor.

Taste me
sweetly
Hold me till I die
Love me
baby
Dont leave me here to cry

Remember the skies
our memories gone cold
keep me in your eyes
the love so blindly sold.

If I died tonight
would you remember me?
If I died tonight...
keep me locked inside your eyes

Amazing, outstanding, breathtaking, and absolutely wonderful. I love your work... you've truly grown into a beautiful poet Desi...

Your work just continues to get better and better... I especially like the last one... keep it up girly girl. ;)

thx drea drea :) this next poem is kinda sad... it's not really about me, well part of it is, (I write poems on the walls in the bathroom at school ;)) but mostly it's just about a little girl with a freaked up family trying to get out.

Walls

Home alone with the maid
mama's out gettin laid
daddy's diggin his own grave
their girl's sleepin, all afraid

She cant stop thinking of what they've said
dreams are twisting in her head.
Memories keep ripping at her heart
before 'family' was torn apart..

Why the hell is it this way now?
things are messed up inside her head.
If they love me let them see
that this fightin's killin me...
I'm not your baby anymore
even when it's really tough
and when I'm locked behind these doors.
Love ya, but I've had enough.

Arguments turn to bloody brawls
daddy's drunk, there's no more laws
she writes poetry on bathroom stalls
but she's still locked behind these walls

Why the hell is it this way now?
things are messed up inside her head.
If they love me let them see
that this fightin's killin me...
I'm not your baby anymore
even when it's really tough
and when I'm locked behind these doors.
Love ya, but I've had enough.

Racing racing, round and round
little girl's fallen to the ground
mama's fucked up on the drugs...
Love ya, but I've had enough

Why the hell is it this way now?
things are messed up inside her head
If they love me let them feel
that this pain is growing real...
I'm not your baby anymore
even when it's really tough
and when I'm locked behind these doors.
Love ya, but I've had enough.

Another set of amazing poems Desi. me likes~ It serves me right for being so busy and having to miss reading the poems first thing.

Anyways, I really liked the theme of the last poem. Very realistic, very emotional.

Died reminds me of a Cranberries song I have heard but your poem made the song look weak. Well done.

And as for My Sky it's very imaginative and it paints a prettiful picture. Good job.

P.S - As for that idea of posting your poems on your LJ it sounds good to me seeing as you will get more traffic at your LJ as well. It will only work if you alert your daily poem readers of the change.

thx amelia :D I might just keep on posting in here, cuz I'm gonna leave my LJ for just writing, instead of my poetry..

Washed

Flickering candles..
insence that burns too slowly.
skin that's tearing from inside out.
Turning over
I cry..
it's what's in my mind when I sleep

Hair dyed darker,
eyes that seem to glow with each blink.
Paint my skin so
people dont know that it's me

Hide my true self,
run away from all that healed me.
Cave in,
my thoughts..
it's what's in my mind when I sleep

Why dont they understand
that I want to be much older?
Hide my true self..
it's what's in my mind when I sleep

Children crying..
imagination takes them much further.
Finding their trueselves
but people dont know what it means

Burning ashes..
the wind will whip it all away.
Memories no longer..
it's all washed away when I sleep

Where did everything else go? Anyways, I liked that poem because it had a mysterious nature to it and in a way it was kinda morbid, but it was good because of that. Keep on writing Dessy~