are the PEXers POETS?

[EtErNiTy]

lets see if the pexers make poems, post ur best poems that u made here :D

[Eina]

Here goes, please be nice. :)

Love and Betrayal

Speak not to me of love,
Nor of betrayal;
Love is no stranger to me
For I felt it for you once;
And neither is treachery
For you have made me know it well;
And even my own heart plays traitor
For I love you still.

[astr0girl]

+ Phobia

In the dark of the night
All alone and afraid
Eyes wide open
Trying to reach day.
Yet all I can see
Is a blackhole abyss
No boundaries preside
But a bottomless pit
Shapes and figure
In my head haunt
Disfigured and vile
They like to daunt
I can not escape
This nightmarish dream
All sense is lost
In a mindless stream
Freedom of sorts
Seems miles away
The darkness closes in
Here to stay
With nothing to grip
I hold onto hope
Letting go of my fears I must try to cope
There seems to be no point
Nothing is real
Breathing my last breath
Your presence I feel Is turned into light
You hold my hand
And give me sight

© astr0girl '99

[IceAngel]

I posted the poem that I think is one of my best current works here already, and its titled "Reminiscing". But here's something anyway.

-Cigarette Tints-
Amber eyes glowing
amidst the darkness
of midnight glare,
he subdues my
trembling limbs,
and they slowly
crumple from the
agony of being the
victim of his
stare.

A slender, gloved finger
reaches for the cigarette
hanging from his lips,
and before my eyes
could follow its descent
to the ash-covered ground,
a velvety feel of a gloved
hand brushes the rigid
softness of my cheek,
my sighs drowning
the smoke from the
dying cigarette in
the background.

[sampaguita]

My lungs scream
out the songs of denial,
but my heart
is chanting him...

[Zen]

Holy moly, ang tagal ko nang di gumagawa ng poems. I remember when I was a kid, nilalapitan ako ng teacher na nagha-handle nung school paper para gumawa ako ng poem for them. Sheesh, I really need to revive the poet in me (naks :p)

Teka, maghahalungkat ako ng old poems ko..

[tRiStAn]

next time i'd try to avoid writing poetry on the spot...nakakainis mag-edit.. :)

[tRiStAn]

Poem at 2:12 AM

this is the time of madness:

when silent dreams are dreamed awake,
only to shatter on the deserted floor,
where a pile of garbage: books whose torn
leaves mark forgotten lines, coffe cups, and pajamas, are stewn like unmarked graves.

with eyes that remain oblivious to the dark,
i turn my senses to the shadows passing, only
to see the moon wane, ever watchful, ever alone.

nights like this leave open old wounds: as i remember it was you whose body i once held in the dark.




[This message has been edited by tRiStAn (edited 04-25-2000).]

[Mister Dean]

*sniff* That's some gorgeous stuff there, PEx poets! Keep on writing!

[YoBaKs]

it's about ART...i post this one already but anyway i want to share it with u guys!

In a time warp
speakin to my ears
transcends messages through time
smashes through barriers
We mortals could never completely understand. . .
Art immitating Life, life immitating Art

So pure, so orgasmic can't seem to tell stories
of whoever sees through a looking glass
i see nothing but light, of such ingenuity
Art is not what it seems, and it never will
For as long as you have the dream
i can see you smash through Barriers

Art immitating life, life immitating art...

peacelove and godspeed!

[tRiStAn]

A Poem Done in Haste
(for Nina who refuse to see)

they make no sense, these words
to the untrained eyes, like a
beautiful sunrise to one blind
since birth.

like this love i write about to
you.

overhead the rain echoes my song:
cold drops sound like thunders as
though wanting to be heard. the
night sings to me.

the night sings to me, wrapped in my
own solitude.

in the morning you will find me
as cold as the day you left.

[rors]

tristan, you sure are one helluva poet! i like your poems. :)

[tRiStAn]

thanks. :D

[JDELEON]

alas dose y medya...

alas dose y medya
****** ina
sigawan na naman
sa may tabi
umiiyak na naman
si baby

dumating ang parak
kinuha kay lalaki
ang bote ng alak
sabi'y okay na ,malamang hindi

ganyan talaga
kapag alas dose y medya


*There is no such thing as good writing, only good re-writing. This is my first pass, if you have any comments or corrections...

[This message has been edited by JDELEON (edited 04-25-2000).]

[JDELEON]

IceAngel, sensual, but disconcerting...Pls. don't take this the wrong way, but are gloves (particularly men's gloves) really velvety? I love how graphic your writing is... Cigarette Tints, I can almost see the short film shot in sepia....

Sampaguita, like the contrast... singing vs. chanting...denial vs. desire...

YoBaks... uuuyyy, sino si ART? =P Just kidding. Quick thought, if Life and Art are one,then there is no imitation.
p.s. Peacelove & GodSpeed ( I like that. )

May Angels smile upon you,
Joe

[YoBaKs]

JDELEON

we have our own views...and i respect urs...

peacelove and godspeed!

[DELISYUS]

- KNOCK NOT Mec 3-2-2000

Knock not
Lest I open the door
To my heart
And let unwanted visitors
Such as pain
And suffering
In…

Knock not,
Oh, please don’t
Allow me this haven
I’ve created for myself
Let me just
Cocoon myself…heal myself…
Love myself
Again.

Needless to say
I have been burnt
Too many times…
And am now too scared
Too scarred…

I have decided to close
My door
On the dance of love
And intimacy
For my own good…
The world has been too cold,
Love has been unkind,
It’s time I protect myself.
Besides,
Only one more crack
And I will surely be lost
One more blow and I know
It will be the end,
Of the ME I trustingly
Offered
To all those
Who came before you…

Knock not,
Awaken not
My need to belong in
Someone’s arms again,
Inspire not my desire to
Sing love songs
With a partner again…
Oh,incite me not,
Invite me not to play again
Only to nurture bruises
Yet again.

Time may prove me wrong
For closing my door
And tucking away the key…
Still, knock not, and
Go your merry way
Without me…


“ I am currently at a stage where,

when guys come knocking, instead of asking “who’s there?”... I end up saying, “hmm, ahhh…nobody’s home!”

PExers...ala lang.....

(insert sad smile here)

[This message has been edited by DELISYUS (edited 06-30-2000).]

[YoBaKs]

The weakest of the weak!

Sometimes i see nothing
From this world full of everything
Overtaken by powers
And perceptions undiscovered
Was it the greatest field?
Or is it the greatest play?

None of which i can find...
The powers of sorrows
The dedications of a hero
The visions of an Idol

None of which i can find...
The strengths of the poor
The freedom for myself
And the virtues that i desreved

Now it's time to go...
I followed my directions
I chased my fear
I chased my courage
But now I’m coming back...


peacelove and godspeed!


[This message has been edited by YoBaKs (edited 06-30-2000).]

[TNT2bluz]

hmm...

This one came up in a conversation with a dear friend.

I asked, do you know what it is like to miss you too much?

It is when poetry justifies the madness, as my mind gasps to find the words to keep its sanity.

[This message has been edited by TNT2bluz (edited 07-01-2000).]

[maxwell]

What is it about your smile ?
that makes being with you worthwhile
this you asked that evening
while I told you what I was feeling

it's the curve of your lips
the dimples on your cheeks
even those metal braces
glued to your teeth

if you only knew
how happy I am when I'm with you
maybe you'd see
why you are special to me

it's the curve of your lips
the dimples on your cheeks
even those metal braces
glued to your teeth

at the end of the day while i lay to sleep
your smile lingers in my head
like a treasure that i keep
maybe someday sometime
i don't have to miss that wonderful smile

but while i wait for that day
i wish i might and i wish i may
keep seeing that smile everyday

[zimdude]

the best I can do for now... Haiku.

1.

Reading thoughts at PEx
Opening our hearts and minds
Who's the next loveteam?

2.

Writing is not hard
If you put your mind to it
Everybody's crazy

[TNT2bluz]

flower full of peace
swaying in the gentle breeze
let your beauty be

haikus haikus...

[DELISYUS]

uyyyyyyyyy...........ala na bang iba??????

[TNT2bluz]

threads have shelf-lives too you know...

[DELISYUS]

THE REASON WHY…7-06-2000 10:30-10:40 am

You’ve always told yourself that
Am only taking you for granted
You’ve always thought that
My love for you is dead

You have stopped believing
And stopped keeping faith
Which only lets me know
I might have been too late

But the reason why I didn’t call
The reason why I wouldn’t budge
Is a past that is haunting me
And hurting me so much

A past you have no control over
A past I cannot change
A thing still remembered
A scar that hasn’t aged

If I were to love you
And forge a future with you
I’d have to heal myself first
In order to be true

And though it hurts
I have to say goodbye
I have to shut you out
And stumblingly try

To do this alone
And risk losing you
With the fervent wish that
Someday, you’ll stop crying too

So, just please bear in mind
The real reason why
Let that somehow soothe you
And give you peace of mind.

And when my work is done
And am finally healed
When I’ve pacified my heart
And satisfied my grief

I will check the path we once walked upon
I will walk that road again
Only this time without a need
To never leave again

And if fate were kind
There you’d be
We’ll be together now
For eternity


......guys.....just made this poem of sorts this morning....after i got the poem sent to me by my ex....which was also entitled THE REASON WHY...

...hope u'll like it.... :)

[IceAngel]

Jdeleon: No problem, its interesting to read criticism on my work since I received lots and I've learned to take them with a grain of salt. As for the gloves, "Cigarette Tints" was originally a poem I wrote based on an anime I was watching. The person with the gloves has a different type of glove (the white ones that aren't made of rubber). And since the point of view of the poem came from the person being seduced by the gloved person, he is too drawn by him to notice if the glove is indeed...uh, rubbery. So for him, the glove feels velvety.

Err...am I getting my point across? I feel more confused now. But thanks for the criticism anyhow. :)

[DELISYUS]

zimdude!!!!! poet ka rin pala eh!!!

(insert hugs for migs here)

[DELISYUS]

this is cool......i write poems but never tried analyzing them....kasi nga, its just an avenue i use when others wont work... :)

[zimdude]

ASL

<;m>; hiya, 'sup, im new to this channel
<;f>; hi there, m, its a good thing to travel
<;f>; here, were fun ppl, lookin for friends
<;m>; oh gud thing my i was led to this place
<;m>; others? not my taste, and i don't want to end
<;f>; chatting? heh, it's got me hooked
<;f>; and people are wondrin just how i look
<;m>; cutie? ***** nga, lotsa ppl come up to you
<;f>; oh well, that's online persona, ain't always true
<;m>; that's right! oo nga naman, people just ask
<;m>; for your ASL, and then, just end it at that
<;f>; til the EB? hey i don't even wanna go
<;f>; shy ako, and then, you'll never really know...

* Disconnected *

[snowcrash]

Delisyus said something about writing poems as an "avenue," but never having analyzed them.

Which leads me to repeat here a comment by Doreen Fernandez on writing: "Write in white heat, edit in cold blood."

Self-expression only pretends to be poetry. When you write your experience (usually of love, unrequited, betrayed, first felt, fallen into - or of sex, if you're feeling lusty and itchy) in disjointed words, the occasional rhyme, using pretty phrases, in an arrangement resembling stanzas, it is easy to label as poetry something that is merely an onrush of emotion.

But if that is what you feel like writing at the time, then of course you must write it.

It won't be a poem yet, just writing as therapy.

It will start to become a poem when:
1. You see the experience as metaphor for another, unexpected thought;
2. You wrestle with your language so that the poem achieves maximum power with an economy of well-chosen words;
3. It holds mysteries.

This is my own guide, arrived at after writing many, many, many words.

This could be helpful to some, and anathema to others. Take it as you will.

[DELISYUS]

sabi ko nga nde ako poet eh!!!

[frenzy]

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[EtErNiTy]

hmmm...here's one of mine :D

REALITY HITS

The sky is dark and it starts to rain
i think of you and I still feel the pain
lying here alone, once again
reality hits, we cant be more than friends

Seeing you makes it harder each day
trying so hard to just stay away
i think of the short time we spent together
reality hits, it cant be forever

Sometimes i wonder whats on your mind
did you leave everything behind
when the day came when it all had to end
reality hit, i could not pretend

Tears started to fall down to my cheeks
i was so hurt, i felt so week
the love that i had, deep within me
reality hits, it will never be set free


gin august '98 :(

[EtErNiTy]

i know its not a real one, but oh well ;) :D

[MJaka]

* wrote this while on a contemplative state eating...

Lanzones

You are imperfect
a man , a woman,
The elements bruising
That yellow skin.


the nectar seeps
Through fingers who push
And probe.
I will have to suck the juice,
Just as I always did,
As a child,
Wondering,
Is that thing your navel?

But like the soil,
You hide yourself,
Bursting only
In the company
of Mouths Anticipating
plump flesh.

It makes me sigh,
Sucking your black seeds,
Thinking of dead men
Who feasted on your ancestors,
The farmer who picks the fallen,
And the others who held
You before me,
How we are all connected,
Sweet and tart,
How we smell:
Pungent
in different ways.


* Feel free to nitpick.
:D

[MJaka]

Eto medyo light, intended for kids:
It's about my job.....


A Different Princess

I arrive, the princess of steel
Cinderella’s gown in hand.
White as kaolin salt
Light as a Helium sky.

Fine long fingers fill
purple royal latex gloves.
A pair of sleepy calloused feet
snuck in boots half a foot too big .

My hand bear the sweetness
Of an antiseptic wash.
Damn, I cannot wear glass!
Poor little pinky toes
encased in polymer wraps.
Fine, little almond eyes
Goggled like mad.

I do not have jewels,
not even a watch
But I have my beakers,
ten test tubes and flasks.
I am a princess
who cannot talk too much
I cannot speak to enzymes:
my cheese might turn to mulch!