For You

The few priests we could find
Bit out their tongues to divine
Goodness today, dies while unheard
Best bleed within, before you speak a word

Glassy fragments, ghostly shells
Drifting bodies that ring with the bells
Left unfound, where long grass grows
Sharp voices muted, by Winter's cold snows

But Heaven had left, a solitary comet
Spitting its ash, the embers of a sonnet
Streams of love, of distance and madness
Guiding lights, for dreamers lost to sadness

Those eyes smile, when they spy your star
Yelping with want, before they know who you are
Clipped wings, fall from the dove
Stilled its breath, with their tourniquet of love

Light gently fades, tears dry in place
But seeing what has lost, brings us face-to-face
Voices dry up, lights slowly die
If not the place, then we will share the sky

And through that we kiss

Krystal

Go to my place and find the forbidden
Emotional damage is carefully hidden
Lock up the door and close up the shutters
Push it in softly and press the right buttons

I know how she rises I know how she falls
Casting her shadow all over the walls
Faking a sound that I want to believe
No matter how well I know every scream

I feel myself peak as she falls to her knees
Showering juices all over her teeth
Bathing in sweat a familiar disease
Divided by only the depth of the screen

No matter how often I service myself
It's always the same as the last time I felt
Mop up the mess that she never sees
Push the right buttons until she recedes

Hide her away till I need her again
A puppet I pull on I need to depend
Back in the darkness where nobody sees her
Until the next time that I feel like a seizure

Syllables are evil / Much more then simply counting / Is Haiku building

Haiku 1

Just before the ends
The enchantment slips away
Turn around and leave

Haiku 2

Again! Lauren write
Saved must the Haiku now be
From my massive suck!

Only Bureaucrats Are Interested In Remaining With The Stationary

I gotta admit, this didn't end where I thought it would. But here we are! The title was originally going to be a line in the poem. Oddly, I was listening to a love song while I wrote this...


That cool hand
Reaches out to take hold
Soothing you with numbers
Placing you in the fold

You got lost
All out on your own
Walk with these grey steps
Drink the bones of your new home

It’s got such a cold voice
That kisses us with song
Taking all those lonely people
Giving them somewhere to belong

The last threadbare rope
To the broken hearted deep
That carries us to the lullaby
Churning out a never ending sleep

So forget the sunshine
Of that now lost day
Just let the cold hands rock you
And gently take you away

White or Red?

What is this body and time that i'm in?
Like everyone else a blood cell within
A system so big i cannot perceive
If it is healthy or if it's diseased

Am i a problem or am i the key?
rushing through veins of the world that i see
Billions of others passing me by
We are the same, we live and we die

But am i corrupting or do i conform?
am i disruptive or am i forlorn?
Am i in fighting to keep us alive,
Or draining the system with secrets and lies?

Mr King

I am the lord of all that I see
and you are so tiny, so stand next to me.
Look at my oil and look at my gold,
Look at my people stood out in the cold

If only they joined us and chose to believe
Our system of love for ourselves and our needs
Think yourself lucky you don't have to choose
who has to win and who has to lose

Just stand in my shadow, its sheltered and dark
and hidden from dangers about to embark
Try not to worry your fragile brain
With worry of torture and justice and pain

Distances

I can hear your voice
Calling from so far away
Opens up my eyes
Revealing how I murder each day

Inside of your words
There is a new song
The ringing melody
Showing all I've done wrong

Shutting myself
Behind a years worth of scars
Submitting, joining
The rythem of the buildings and cars

And a touch has taught
To let go of that sorrow
Walk out from these shadows
To take new hold of tomorrow

One Line or Last Song of the Old Man

We sad-eyed
Lunchtime poets
Drop our pens
Once again

It is time
For these tiny streams
To join binary regiments
Lumbering on

Smile, shakehands
With those
Weary-faced-gossipers,
Besuited sociopaths

As we stand behind
Our thick glass
Taking 8 hour baths
In UV lighting

We are forever
Out that window
To be the children we were
Playing in the sun

I will not
Let that sunset
Come

A Love Poem

When I look at you
There is no need for the next letter
To see every sorry love poem
Instantly done one better

What use is this rhyem scheme,
This meter, this flow?
When compared to us together
Breathing where no words dare go

The Rythem we sing
Even these words can't see
As we show these paltry love poems
What they are aching to be

No, these words can't reach you
Having flown too far away
Not turning back to see me
As you slowly walked away

Anonymus Contributions

Everyone gets a little shy about writing, so I made this. Its a name that can be used by anyone. So if you want to write but are a little nervous feel free to post under this! And then in time you will see that you totally fucking rule!!! Woooo! Fuck yeah!

The user name is Anonymus_X and the password for this user is "writeclub." Am I not oh so creative?!

You can create here: http://www.blogger.com/publish.g?blogID=13824074&inprogress=true

Enjoy!

TwoTwoZeroSixTwoZeroZeroFive

Wake to sounds of birds
Sun breaks my eyes open
Like dried mud in the heat

Slide down stairs
Refuel cells
Stare blankly at flashing box

Wander into daylight
All riding in big tin bricks
We don’t make a sound

We flow like oil
In through doors
To our controls

Blackening the floors
Our fingers squirm
Until we fade away

Go home
Refuel cells
Stare blankly at flashing box

Cascade into bed
Liquid full of dreams
Hardens in the night

911 Call

Hello is that the state police could you help me please
I need to hear somebody speak with tones of sympathy
I am having problems, problems here at home
The people i have locked away aren't leaving me alone

I feel the need to damage all the things surrounding me
hurt my wife and beat my kids and kill my family
There seems to be confusion over what i'm meant to be
so i've locked them in the basement so maybe they can see for me

I like the screaming sounds they make, i've been hearing it for days
i wonder if they hear me laugh as I watch the Lakers play
No theres nothing wrong with me i just like the time alone
I just called you to share these noises on the phone

No you don't need to come and see, i'll sort the problems out
Don't you use that tone with me don't you make me shout
I'm in control of everything now everyone is here
Now that i can see them all and hear what they all hear

You want me to get violent instead of keeping silent?
If you show up with the swat cops i'll shoot up the whole island
I just rang you cos you must hear this stuff a lot, no!
no-ones gonna get shot cos my baby girl here's all i've got

she's nice and quiet when i shout so i know she's listening
but her momma won't shut up so i locked her in the kitchen
I can hear sirens and firing, is that for me? were you lyin?
Why is the chopper flyin, are you outside spyin?

You said no-ones comin and we were just shootin the breeze
I don't wanna have to shoot little baby here in the knees
Momma and Poppa said i should be calm and set everyone free
I told them to try and wipe the blood off with their sleeves

I gotta hang up, someone's comin in through the door
I guess it's time to light the gasoline i poured on the floor
They won't die in the basement because the heat rises
See, If you listened I wouldn't have been left to my own devices

Now the cops are inside and everything is burning around me
The screamin in the kitchen is drownin out Jerry Springer on the TV
It's getting hard to breathe in here so i'm going now i can't see
Have a nice day lady i hope you do your best to remember me

Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em

I thought of this while on my break today. It's from three perspectives and supposed to feel sorta dreamy and disjoined. I might re-write it in a different style later in the week and as it is now I think it needs some work, but I hope you enjoy!

With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet[1]

There is nothing I know how to do
So I wearily turn to you
To see if that bright
Can shake open these eyes
“One day, I aspire to be
A memorable set of quotes
But for right now,
These words are for you”

With a little lizard tongue
That licks out slander
Creepy crawler words
Peak out to steal your sun
“See that butterfly?
Whose beauty is so conspicuous?
Why that’s just a moth,
That’s tricked you to forget it is hideous”

You glide like a blossom
That has caught a cool summers breeze
Telling me the secrets
Of how I can float by with ease
“Learn to sing for everything you see,
Hold onto breath and let the world be
Dance with whom you meet and let your bodies entwine”
But like all good riddles, you’ve forget you are sublime

The hungry clouds
Eat up the sun once more.
And he is sliming out
From underneath the sharp rocks.
Hearing your song,
Watching your dance,
Lingering on the intermission
To squeal through the trance.
And his screams shake the stars
Sure enough he is,
That even that God he no longer believes in
Has dared to hear

The long arms of night,
Stretch out to the day.
As it breathes its last kiss,
To throw on the wind,
For you.
As the night comes near
I'll write a dream for you,
So good you will never wake up…

But there is a prowler under the moon
And even beneath the dark
His shadow still looms
He stretches out a long tongue
And laps,
“What will happen, when those dreams start to fade?
When enchantment no longer lingers
And all that was good slips into the shade
You’ll have to wake up
And see only one thing is true.
The ugliness that is in me
Is the only real thing in you.”

I aspire to be
Right now
For you

[1] That’s a MC Hammer quote

3 Poems

Not my best work, but I wrote these lastnight to have something to put on the site.

Dive

Slowly.
The drips
Turn,
Into a steady stream.
And then,
The waters rise.
And then,
The pipes break.
You watch.
As
They all
Get swept away.

Untitled

They have shiny and clean
White teeth.
These go “clickity-clack!”
“Clickity-clack!”
They have meaty,
Grease stains.
From all those lunch hours,
Giddy-drunk swap meets.
They build their fences.
They park their cars.
They talk on their phones.
And when you look in,
Deep enough.
You see your reflection
Beaming back to you.
With a perfect smile.
On those,
Shiny.
White.
Teeth.

A Tourniquet

There is a burn,
Slowly creeping up those veins.
You have a fist to untie,
So, dig it in deep.
And tear out the new high.

Write Club

Hey everyone, this is the writing group. If you want to be added to the members just contact me. Hopefully we can get a good amout of writers and readers! A lot of varities of "write club" we taken, so I had to do with "this is the write club," ah well! Also, I'm not married to the template, so if you have suggestions I am open to them!

Oh, I will be making a general use member if people want to publish under a nom de plume.