POETRY POSTING sa PEX....post ur poems and woes here!!!

[kumpare]

How curious the light behaves
Reflecting off the dancing waves.
Oh how my very being craves
A view from down below.
Suspended in my watery lair,
I would not need to gasp for air,
For I'm no longer human there
Beneath the icy flow.
It's peaceful there, but I have found
I still can hear the distant sound
Of voices of the souls who drowned
And left loved ones to mourn.
The lonely wails transmit the pain
Of those who just could not remain
So journeyed to the unknow plane
Of dead souls and unborn.
But in this world there still exist
Survivors who will always miss
The passion of their lovers' kiss
That warmed them night and day.
Though here above the vast, cold sea,
My heart is without tragedy,
For I have someone dear to me
Who hasn't passed away.
Never let that be untrue,
For I could not bear thoughts of you
Trapped underneath the ocean blue
Deprived of your last breath.
No harm to you would I condone,
For I'd be left here on my own
To face this tragic world alone,
A fate far worse than death.

UNTITLED

[kumpare]

I turn to face the setting sun,
It burns into my eyes
And awakens every sorrow's breath
To yield my soul's demise.
I sink into an ageless mire
Of scorn, and hate, and lust;
I soon pass into nothingness
And dance freely 'mongst the dust
Of countless eras passed away
That share my mindless gloom,
Each one's evil intentions
Concealed beneath perfume.
Behind a glass, night summons me
To dance with visions gold;
Each one a promise of my fate
But misfortunes untold.
But I, awakened by my sight,
Must beckon night to flee;
As I return to nothingness
And slowly cease to see.


Night in Dementia

[brainsalad]

Although it might seem that it is a poem about abuse/incest... that is not the case --as always with poems there is always a deeper/different meaning….
This was first written at the time of Pres. Arroyo’s State of the Nation Address and was only finished now -the initial title was “untitled” but I think it would be safe to say that this is my own State of the Nation Address.... with the child (in the poem) representing the people of the Philippines and the “narrator” representing the powers that be……

“Untitled/S.O.N.A.”

Oh little child, please don’t be scared
Just close the door and turn out the lights
Come now and let your body be bared
Let us play and enjoy these nights

Oh little child, please don’t cry
Let me have one more caress
Oh please just one more try
Come now child, please undress

Oh little child, please come to me
I promise I’ll be tender
Now, now it’ll be fun you’ll see
Oh yes, spread and let me enter

Oh little child, please don’t tell
‘Tis only between you and I
A secret we’ll take to hell
Oh little child, please don’t cry

...brainsalad 2K1...

....comments good or bad will be appreciated...

[shadowboxer]

brainsalad - the best basahin yung Memoirs of A Geisha pag tamang summer...

sobrang captivating yung book - in no time will you be hooked!

[brainsalad]

im still trying to get a copy of it........ala dito sa baguio eh.....

..........
slinkyshu :kelan uli pasukan????
...........

[tamedfox]

The bride marches down the aisle
immaculately covered
laces piercing the fine pores of her
skin
(that has not kissed summer nor made love with the rain)
All itchy and hot
she braves the altar's
carpeted aisle that felt like sand
on her 3-inch heeled designer shoe
She could barely breathe.
This bride,
with the corsett strangling her
torso.

Outside
in an old tree house
She bleeds.
He surrenders.
They tremble.
Naked bodies
Souls
entertwined.

Church bells belt their tired celebration.

The bride who could barely breathe passes her bouquet of
procedures to the next clueless maiden.

While she rests her head on her lover's chest
and whisper
"till death do us part."

[SlinkyShu]

Originally posted by brainsalad
im still trying to get a copy of it........ala dito sa baguio eh.....

..........
slinkyshu :kelan uli pasukan????
...........

Sa 3 ata pasukan eh nagawa mo naba mga inassign satin????
may kopya ako ng memoirs of a geisha eh pero binabasa ko pa captivating nga talaga!!!! hehehehehe it rocks

[SlinkyShu]

Sorry

Sorry i wasn't there for you
Sorry i didn't care
Sorry i couldn't light your path
in your time of darkness
Im sorry i wasn't by your side
to catch your tears to keep you warm
to hold you tight when you were in pain
when your were cold when you cried

But i guess its to late now
My apologies are useless now that your gone
Now that i can't see you
my Sorries won't bring you back this i know
now in my cold dark corner i sit in the cold
hopping for some one to touch
someone to keep me warm
someone to catch my tears
someone to hold my tight
someone to.................Love
maybe this time you shall feel sorry for me
i do still hope you mean it


suggestions anyone????

[shadowboxer]

Originally posted by Quentin
warning: bad poetry ahead

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ode to Michelle Branch

You're seventeen
Yet you rock like hell
That's how i feel
For guitar slingers
Who can make themselves heard
Rocker chics
Way different from all that pop crap
You are your own force
Like Fiona Apple and Sheryl Crow
How i would love
To be the first to hear your music
To know what feels to
Just shout it all out
And still sound lyrical

But i shall be confined
In watching you behind glass walls
And boob tubes
Along with other channels
While you're plundered by MTV
Or some nameless radio station

For now your song
Will play and rewind in my head
Like it always does
To music that i don't just hear

You're everything to me
I'm not alone

AHAHAYYYYYYYY!!!!! KRAS KO RIN SYA!!!!!!

she's sooooooooo pretty, ooh la la!!!!!

[oblique_tease]

with your new found authority, you levitate.
you like that, dont you?
you walk pass by me
and in my mind i ask you, "do you smell that?"
the air is filled with a scent of defense
yet my armor is downsized by your apathetic wrath; what an irony.

you, of all the ambassadors of greater judgement,
who loathe the juices of subjectivity
are the last, i would expect, of the gods
to descend from the skies above dead grounds
and plunge into the rivers of melancholy.
i wish you are alright.

boldly i walk upon the soil and towards the leaves.
"what happened?" i asked.
and what do you suppose it replied?
not a bend of a stem, not a flutter, not a sway.
then i guess i should just walk away.

[a friend told me, i wrote pretty good stuff, its just that i lack form. its just that my expression tends to get limited when i try using rhyme and measure. what do u guys think?]

[oblique_tease]

[these 2 belong to a series of poems inspired by the most unique soul i have ever encountered]

Bearer of the Pencil Hat

the strength of your innocence
the fire dragons breath
my fear, the glistening pebble amongst the ashes
why should i trust you?

my journey, the rope that binds the wooden planks
your words, the manifestation of my inner truth
thank you oh lark of the night
for gracing my days with your song



Algernon

do not part your lips to utter the question
is this poem addressed to me?
i'm tired today
(but i want you to stay)

who are you, bearer of the pencil hat?
your presence frightens me
look at these words
they are brought to life by terror

i feel every limb of me, every strand of hair,
my toes, my arms, shoulders and legs
pulled, tugged, stretched in opposite directions
by the claws of my demons

i felt i knew what to say
im sorry i didn't say it
i wish you knew that i need you
though i wish you'd never find out

[this is about..

white sails, wooden bows
head to toes
waves hit bends of bark ascend
my urge attend
nimbus gods fall into hiding
hands, gliding
tangerine, purple
warm flesh, supple
wash the horizon
lips, crimson
in unfamiliar territory
tongues find sanctuary

fill me with your substance
that i may awaken and rise
to the energy of the fore elements
twin mounds of solid earth hiding the sun,
tingling sensation of cold winds blowing against your nape,
hot rages of crisp, warm flames amidst the fire,
and wet bodies of water
clinging,
wrapping your whole body,
sucking you down, pushing you up

hot rages
wet bodies
a tingling sensation that send needle ****** up your spine

release me from your wretched claws

..sex]

[and of course, this one, pretty much talks about whats goin on in this crazy head of mine. its entitled Redlands]

what will become of her when she seeks comfort in her writing?
the torment, the ecstasy, the numbness is there.
i pray that you do not betray her
for you are the last strand of hope in her twisted paradigm.
see her hands in transgression.
they are no less slaves then her raging vessels.
the blood from the lasserations of despair
does not cease to leave a path of stinging sensation nagging in her brain.
mercy, dear child, buried on cold earth, valuable for its scarcity,
and the startling discovery of its fossils is a breakthrough
that cracked the insuperable chaos in our land.
time is god to those who dare to be puckish.
she lives to please her father the king yet she was sentenced to exile
for she'd committed blasphemy against the sacred artificial dimension.
we plead to you, oh little one.
yours is the kiss that will awaken our princess.
make known to her the need for human intervention.
burn our kingdom and set us free.

[if u liked my poems, u may wanna check out some prose compositions i made at www.corneredsphere.blogspot.com and www.c-sphere-page2.blogspot.com. id have to warn u though, those were done in the light of frustration; somewhat unrequited love, but not quite.. ]

[twisted_tzigane]

Originally posted by Quentin
Cavite Rhapsody I

I'm going home to Silang today
And this is what i saw
Coffee trees and coffee flowers
Blooming besides the highway

It smells like french perfume
All over my small, home barrio
How faintly, gently it masks
The wondrous occasion ahead

Today somebody will get married
And i have remembered when
She was still a child to me
I've always love her myself then

Funny how you first meet someone
Right from childhood up til college ends
When you can quarrel about everything
And still get by as friends

Sometimes i question myself
Why i'm not a happy ending
What is it with me and fate?
But then, it's not for me to answer coz ...

Today ... today she'll get married
To my cousin that love her so
I'll be there to witness their union
And sing their wedding song

I'll be leaving Silang tonight
And with that i'll leave
A past, a memory, and an emotion
I passed by coffee trees and coffee flowers

... and a home i have missed so

Good voice...

[twisted_tzigane]

The Absence of Light 12/26/2001

I traipse through the labyrinth of sadness,
It was cold.
It was daunting.


There was an absence of light.


I try to clinch my self.
From whatever that may hurt me.
It was horrendous.
I cannot bear it…
Somehow the labyrinth,
brings back the memories I have of long ago.
And it all flashed back,
every detail,
every account,
It was all too much…
All at once it flooded through my thoughts.
It all came down,
crushing my defenses,
my walls,
and my heart.


I let out a silent scream.


It was useless.


I cannot escape
the past
the present
and the future.


I have no idea what tomorrow would bring…


I don’t even want to know it.
I don’t even want to see it.


I am scared…
I hold onto my dear life.
For whatever may remain,
it would be my restless soul.


Once again, I traipse through the labyrinth of sadness.
Holding onto nothing.
But my self.

[fishball]

DRUGGED

you've got me hooked up
at a level of supreme mind driven confusion
eradicating my mental apprehension
of what falling in love is

you let me fall in your simple yet subtle ways
shutting my eyes from the vulnerable truth

you leave me helpless and obscure
devouring ur way out of my profound feeling
that still has no cure...

[SlinkyShu]

Of Love and Life


Love is ridiculous
it can drive you insane
it sacres you like the things that go "bump" in the night
it hypnotizes you into its void into its hole
a hole you may never get out from alive
a life you must live

Just like life
it pushes you to your limits
it drives you to your boundiries
it grips you by the neck and you have no control over it

If love is so much like life?
then is it true that if you love do you live?
if you live do you love?
what if you dont?
are you....... Dead??

Dead like me??

[Little_Totoy]

"Verwirrung"

When angels have fallen
And the skies have turned to grey
When the sun has stopped shining
And the night is one with the day

On tattered wings its coming
We better keep moving
You cant see it
But you better believe it

With one swift motion
She swept into our land
And swept us unto the sea
Taking all life away

We walk out of the shelters
Again the sun is shining
The Earth is again waking
And its as bright as a promise

The promis of a coming day

[lingzie]

I couldn't see
why you were so
in love with me.
I never loved
the me
that we see.
But you were beautiful
and painful
and free.
And I was so broken
and used.
And I got lost.
I could climb on
your shoulders
and take in the world.
I could sit
and smell with you
the stench of
my heart breaking.
And you would taste
my tears.
And we could listen
to you sing.
You never really listened.
You didn't care
at all.
But you always loved.
You loved me
for whatever.
And you made me
wonder.
I will always wonder.

~~~~

To break the silent code
one must break the heart
The monotony of love stormed by a rage
of tears
Let the heart sing soulfully of the blues
and the grays
Of the silence that covers all
Like a blanket of warm snow
and the whisper of soft goodbye
Breathe unto me the sigh of calm and let
me fly on wings of fragrant air and ice

~~~~

Day breaks
in the midst
of a contemplation
of the moon.
Light
cracks open
the dark gray
of confused
shadows intoxicated.
Cold granite
bears fruit
to the warm clarity
of the
crystal sun; a
kaleidoscope in my hand.

[s|ate]

DOG

How I abhor dog.
A mouhful of words,
void of sense.
A hell of nerves
inside his tiny mind.
Pretending to be brave,
But fear is voraciously
chasing his @ss.
Yet the man claims,
"My very best friend."

[tEaMooN]

the last poem i wrote before the year dies

the night is screaming
as loud as those fancy woes go
from the silver tongues of forgotten
fools
engulfed by the thundering facade of
hope
misery
and harmony

yes..
people are dead living
floating like a shattered feather in thin air
floating like a fetid flesh in a crockie-crowded river
so calm...
pretended to be complete

yes...
nothing new...years come...years go..
but the sun still shines in the south
without any trace of boredom
just marks of today
or maybe tomorrow
while people are not too tired...

yes...
this new year..i hope for something new...
i hope not for anything perfect, anything good..
but i hope for something as worthy as..
LIVING


-46 minutes before the year dies

[vincent_coffee]

Sometimes the waves rush to meet me

Sometimes the waves rush to meet me
easing
my fierce passion
reminding me of infinite paradise
of blue, of silver,
of the thousand isles
where waves dwell,
move, flow
and chase each curl
freely
one after the other.
sometimes the waves rush to meet me
stealing me
from myself
for a while
till I become
the wandering sunset clouds that from afar
seem to kiss the waves
I know, sometimes.