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10-06-2010, 03:43 PM
A long one this time! ^_^ Meant to be performed as Slam Poetry.
This is NOT a rhyme, not to a sing-song voice that says "Loooooove meeeeee!" because I TELL my story. NO Not an artificial "I'm too sad to cope, so I'll spit my words out by struggling to say what I mean to say by not saying exactly what I mean by meaning what I say only as long as I'm saying it"... NO Not a torn-out "I live in the ghetto and got abused by my girlfriend too many times, too many bullets in the head, so many times that I can't believe I didn't realize sooner" I've heard so many times I can't believe I'm still listening NO My life is not a beat from the street, not a sad expose of how I turned my life around, not the insanity of being a loner, unwanted, afraid, manhandled, passionate, creative-- All I am saying is I don't write poetry I've never seen the sun in the stars or the stars in the moon or the moon in your hair--but I CAN say it's been dyed too many times. So many, in fact, that it resembles the crater-strewn dried out surface of an uninhabitable rock. My story cannot be stretched out, blown up, used to float through the layers of the atmosphere, layers of belief, religion, living, dying, moral ethics, logical physics, wildly played out fantasies of a person who knows who they are already because I don't know who I am yet. Am I a Catholic-Jew-woman-person-lover-hater-fighter-follower-believer-skeptic-critic-dancer-singer-artist-- I can at least be that. But a poet...that's been overplayed too many times. I hear "Poetry" and I say, "Shit! Now this class is going to take ten times as long and make one-tenth the amount a' sense!" Rhymes, riddles, metaphors, between the lines, between the sheets, love, passion, understanding, hating, reasoning, the image of an image beyond an image behind an image of the man you sat down with on the bench while you were listening to your iPod and he was feeding the birds bread out of a paper bag-- God All Mighty have mercy on our souls! Cuz dat ain't my gig dawg. Thasnot how I roll. So where do I belong, if it's not with the poets? Am I even a person? Unable to express what I believe, my personality, my insanity, the reason for my existence, my persistence through life despite the constant crying of WHY WHY WHY WHY am I still alive? Dragging my feet through the marshes of humanity, the surrealism of reality, eternity of suffering through a poetry class without ending, a destination without a beginning, meaning in only what we mean, not what we say, constantly playing behind the covers of a lovers' bed with his (or her's) ex, only to find out later that your lover was also playing the same game, and you feel cheated, defeated, lied to, you're ready to take your own life with the blade of Juliet, but then you realize something! Your fingers grip the pen...shaking...afraid for eons about what you want to say...finally, you can say what you mean. Waste Land great Byzantium okay Arcadia intriguing Rent I like the idea Eternity Program in the making Sesame Street good for kids-- What the FUCK is up with South Park? Everyone around me everywhere is playing off these misguided spurts of idiocy and framing them as masterpieces--am I the only one who doesn't get it, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND?! Left outside of a crowd born to take the world, live it, love it, and die in a rose-scented coffin with a violin playing soft sultry music in the background to the beat of 'I Kissed a Girl' and later 'See You Again'-- NO I don't want to write poetry. I want to write history. 
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10-07-2010, 12:16 PM
Not sure about the soul but I wrote this some time ago regarding/ WHAT HAPPENS to children!
IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE "To the father" How could you leave her, did you Ever Care Twas lies you whispered in her ear love just a game to pass the time till you were told Soon your baby you will hold Did you jump for joy? a dad you'd be oh no that's just a ploy A wedding? Help You've some place else to go "The Mother" so now she's left all alone Her parents threw her out what could a single woman do Now she's "Up the Spout" Social Services don't care "Have it adopted dear" they whisper in her ear The Mum to be tries here tries there but all alone she stays till in desperations thrall she screams "Oh God Damn you all" A Loving Couple are waiting dear for your precious babe A better life they'll give her dear Be sensible--sign here" So Now the dreadful deed is done. "To the Child" Goodbye my darling child Remember how I loved you as I held you in my arms No other choice was there for me No place to live-No Place to go No sort of life for You. your special parents will love you dear but not as much as I for every day that crashes past is one day less that I have spent with "You" my precious child. WHen you are grown, please understand I really had no choice my love for you a Painful sacrifice If in my place you stood What then would be your choice?
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10-07-2010, 10:08 PM
very nice dogsbody! I liked how you addressed not only the mother and father, but also the child, answering an appeal for understanding by posing a new question, "What then would be your choice?" I think it's a very cool poem!
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10-08-2010, 01:20 PM
thankyou
MuRaSaKiiNkI. It is basically about a woman having to give up her baby, because there used to be so much bigotry for single women to be pregnant- so many were forced to give up their baby's. either into the care system or to be adopted. Later when the adult child starts searching for his or her parent-- they can have much anger and misunderstandings. Many think that they just were not wanted, so grow up thinking bad thoughts about their mother especially. I believe in many of the States in America it can still be difficult to find out their roots-- some States still prevent them finding out.
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10-08-2010, 01:25 PM
this was to my own mother-- I only knew her for three months at the end of the war------------ never seen her since and left it too late to search for her.
Mother Mum Billie Mother, did you ever care About the child you bore Discarded at the sign of War Was it convenient-- Hitlers threat Your child--she's weeping even now to think that you could so forget about the child you bore mistreated at the end of War Mother--did you ever dream ponder, wonder, make believe about the child you bore Mother did you Ever Love That plain rejected lonely child Even at the dawn of peace were you there to comfort her? Mother just how did it feel Waiting in that heaving crowd would your husband chuck you out The kid's not His, he'd shout and clout Mother were you really Scared to meet that nuisance of a brat just cos it's the end of war Mother did you hate her so That pale excited little girl Treat her badly for a while So when she'd gone You'd wear a smile out of sight---Out of mind Mother --was this true did you ever ever care about the child you bore Just before the fear of War Mother as the years rolled by Did you ever ever sigh long to see the woman grown Maybe even family Mother--its so sad to know you died alone No-one cared Mother I believe the price was paid When in your coffin you were laid Mother can you now forgive my anger, hatred through these years my search for you was just too late for you and I will never know Reunion on this earth So please forgive that child you bore For after all You gave her life Yes Her Precious Life Thanks Mum.
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10-08-2010, 01:39 PM
this is not apoem but perhaps food for thought:
iT IS RAINING RAIN AND FEELINGS INTO THE EARTH AND THEY ARE TRODDEN DEEPLY SUBMERGED UNTIL THEY FLOW INTO THE ROCKS BELOW. THEY ARE LOST AMONGST THE FOSSILS OF THE CENTURIES. LONG FORGOTTEN AS IF THEY NEVER DID EXIST.NO MATTER HOW HARD WE RACE AND RUN TO HOLD THEM BACK WE WILL NEVER RETRIEVE THEM-- NEVER CATCH A GLIMPSE OF WHAT WAS TRUE OR WHAT WAS FALSE. WOULD A FISHING NET SAVE THEM FROM CASCADING INTO THE DEPTHS? A FISHING NET HAS TOO MANY HOLES, WOULD A MERMAID CATCH THEM AS SHE SWIMS GALLANTLY TO SNATCH AT THEM AS THEY DESCEND SO SWIFTLY INTO THE TORRENTS OF TIME. SHE WOULD NEED TO SWIM FASTER THAN IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THOSE FEELINGS WISH TO BE LOST AND NEVER DISPLAYED TO A SOUL IN THE WORLD. HOW SAD IT IS.DID THEY HAVE A SOUL? PERHAPS ANOTHER SOUL MIGHT CATCH THEM BEFORE TOO LATE THEY ARE FOREVER LOST AND MANGLED. PERHAPS THEY NEVER DID EXIST. DO HUMANS EVEN EXIST OR ARE THEY TOO JUST A FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION THAT CAN BE SCORED OUT WITHIN A BLINK OF AN EYE. WHY BE BORN AT ALL? WHAT IS THE POINT OF ARRIVING ON THIS EARTH? IS IT ALL A CONTINUOUS LESSON THAT SOMEHOW IS NEVER LEARNED. WHAT IS A HUMAN BEING? WHY DO THEY EXIST? WHAT REASON CAN THERE BE TO ARRIVE ON EARTH AT ALL WHEN ALL THEY DO IS KILL EACH OTHER SOMETIMES WITH UNSEEN THOUGHTS THAT PENETRATE THE SOUL. IS IT NOT BETTER TO BE KILLED BY THE SWORD RATHER THAN THE HIDDEN SECRETS OF THE MIND. THOSE THAT TORTURE OTHERS BY THEIR ACTIONS OR LACK OF ACTIONS THOSE THAT HIDE THEIR THOUGHTS BEHIND A MASK. WHY ALL THE SECRETS? ROBOTS NEED NO FEELINGS BUT HUMAN BEINGS DO OTHERWISE THEY MAY AS WELL BE ROBOTS TOO. WHAT DID OSCAR WILDE WRITE? "AND ALL MEN KILL THE THING THEY LOVE BY ALL LET THIS BE HEARD SOME DO IT WITH A BITTER LOOK SOME WITH A FLATTERING WORD THE COWARD DOES IT WITH A KISS THE BRAVE MAN WITH A SWORD! SO DOES THIS MEAN THAT NO MAN SHOULD DARE TO LOVE ANOTHER? ONE CAN NEVER LOVE WITHOUT BEING HURT. IS IT SO MUCH EASIER TO SUPPRESS ALL FEELINGS AND JUST LIVE IN A VACUUM OF PRETENCE AND HAVE A BARBED WIRE CAGE SURROUND THE SOUL AND HEART? IS IT BETTER TO NEVER HAVE KNOWN LOVE AND LEAD A COLD BLANK EXISTENCE WHERE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO EMERGE OR TAKE OVER. BE LIKE A BLOCK OF ICE? PERHAPS BUT WHAT IS THE SAYING? "iT IS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THAN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL." BUT THEN THAT MEANS TORMENT SO IS IT REALLY WORTH LOSING ONES HEART TO ANOTHER? IS THE AGONY AND PAIN WORTH ALL THE ANGUISH WHEN LOVE IS REJECTED? FOR THE ONE WHO LOVES? SHOULD THEY BECOME AS A WOODEN TOY THAT IS MANIPULATED BY OTHERS. iT SEEMS FOOLISHNESS INDEED. CAN THEY TAKE BACK THE LOVE THAT IS UNWANTED? WILL THE LOVED ONE EVEN NOTICE OR CARE? MOST LIKELY NOT. IS A WOMAN ALLOWED TO LOVE ANOTHER WOMAN? IS IT A CRIME? sorry this is all in capitals. I am unsure how to alter the font to lower case.
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A meeting -
10-08-2010, 09:53 PM
Note: I am.. pretty bad at poetry. But, this is one I did about a month ago anywayy. xD
Oh how embarrassing..  When we met.. I was oh so young. A mere thirteen And you? You were oh so old in my eyes. Sixteen But even though our ages, were so far apart. Even though our parents, Fought, Grounded, We never, never gave up our friendship. A blink of my eyes, we fell in love. A love I’d never felt before. One I never wanted to give up. One you never wanted to give away to another. Another blink, I’m fourteen. You give me lilies and chocolate. Soon enough, You’re seventeen, And our parents try to split us again. This time, we emerge, broken scarred and apart… Oh how I missed you, And I knew you missed me too. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, It all passes in a gaze, never remembering anything except for my heart, Aching for you One more blink of my eyes, you’re there, next to me kissing me softly, begging for forgiveness, And our hearts heal slowly as time passes. Slowly, our parents, Everyone, They all realize it. We need each other.. Now, We stand here. Embracing as we start our lives together again, just as we knew we would be doing years ago. Happy Anniversary, I told you we would be here.. ♥ Err.. tada? : D Comments? ♥ 8/21/09 ♥
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