The erasers

They'll erase everything,
Your memouries, your life.

Noone will remember you,
It'll be like you never existed.

They'll chase you down,
They'll murdure your family.

They kill the innocent,
They kill the kind.

They're beastly animals.
With a horrid thirst for blood.

Sharp claws, and big guns,
Are their weapons.

They'll make you cry,
They'll make you scream.

You can try to be strong,
You can fight the fear.

It won't matter,
They'll still get you.

There's no escaping,
The erasers.

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Sorry I was bored ounce, after reading too much Science fiction.

Not my own poem, but I studied it at school years ago and it stuck with me. To explain, he's a Glaswegian and so his accent is very thick. If you read this poem out loud you will be saying it in his accent.

Unrelated Incidents by Tom Leonard

this is thi
six a clock
news thi
man said n
thi reason
a talk wia
BBC accent
iz coz yi
widny wahnt
mi ti talk
aboot thi
trooth wia
voice lik
wanna yoo
scruff. if
a toktaboot
thi trooth
lik wanna yoo
scruff yi
widny thingk
it wuz troo.
jist wanna yoo
scruff tokn.
thirza right
way ti spell
ana right way
to tok it. this
is me tokn yir
right way a
spellin. this
is ma trooth.
yooz doant no
thi trooth
yirsellz cawz
yi canny talk
right. this is
the six a clock
nyooz. belt up.

Here we go, I was working on this last night. So those of you on IRC who had a mild interest can read it. You other people can read it too. Keep in mind that it's the point of view of a scalpel.
Ignore the amount of suck the temporary title radiates.



"Partnership"

Careful, steady hands guide me along a predetermined path,
pushing with precision only years of experience could achieve.
Our partnership is life saving,
it is precious.
We pass through the thick, elastic layer of skin
Downward through the chest,
and in between the ribs
to the robust muscle.
I’m passed along to another
to continue the grueling task.
These new hands aren’t so accurate.
I’m thrust down too forcefully.
Red, sticky liquid sprays onto me
from a pierced vessel.
Seething, I want more than anything
to reprimand this novice,
and return to my rightful master.
The music we created were songs of hope,
and second chances.
Now all I hear
is the steady, piercing note of failure.

I am so gonna write a grindcore song to go along with those lyrics!

So thats what you were after those descriptions for? Dark and disturbing so naturally is fantastic. Good descriptions that don't give away the meaning straight away.

Awesome.

Poem by me. First try.

In the early mornings light.
The sky glows very bright.
Blue is not the normal hue.
Red, pink, orange, green, blue, purple.
Just to name a few.

Ok here goes... this one was quick.

We all try to live our dreams
and to be, who we want to be
but through it all, we move along.

will time ever stop?
maybe not, we can't see its web, but here we are, caught.
can you open your eyes, though you don't know how, hello, can you see me now?

We're all of us clowns
Not knowing the truth, can you choose to believe,
will you do the right thing, or find out, and swallow the fruit?

Time might not stop,
but we throw it all away, consumed by our daily lives, we can't, or we won't, but we will not play.
can you open your eyes, although you don't know how, hello there, can you see me now?

I miss all of those times, we had together,
not realizing it might end, as if those feeling were for never, so good-bye my friend.
I still can't let you go, it hurts so much, but if I detach myself, I'll forget, and let go, so please give me luck.

So next time, it seems too boring, you'll stay inside, laying, or choring,
remember something, the trifles of others, be thankful, my friend of yours, your sisters, your brothers.
Give me a wave, I might hold an opinion, to like or to dislike, belief, or superstition,
but if I seem to far away to reach, then know it's because, though I know the joys of friendship, I'm too lost to love.

Give me your hand, though you've turned off your senses, give me a chance, when I liked you, I meant it
Through all of those times the good and the bad, at least they're memories, ones that we've had.
can you open your eyes, though you don't know how, it's ok, I'm your friend; hello there, can you see me now?

A poem inspired by a cartoon I saw.

Send in the clowns.
Those funny red nosed people.
They flop with every step with their long red silly shoes.
The have painted expressions.
They are silly, sad, happy, and glad.
And clowns are always entertaining unless you one of those people who is just afraid of clowns in that case you run and scream at the sight of one.

ok.. i read a sasunaru fanfic, and, thus inspired, made this up instantly (well.. semi-instantly):

I see you there, within my grasp,
Still you slip away so fast,
Clutching out, it bothers me,
How I reach so desperately

Hold me now, so closely
Missing you so narrowly
Look at me, see my face,
catch me falling out of grace

Where are you, show yourself,
How can I miss you so,
When I can't find you anywhere,
How could I let you go?

Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling

I hate you, I wish you'd die,
A hate so strong, can't be denied,
Here I am, your rival dear,
Can't you see me oh so near?

Catch me now, catch me quick,
This world's hold just lost its grip,
Quickly now, before I break
Watch me now fall out of grace.

Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling

Closed away to this world
Unable now to jump this hurdle,
where are you so far away,
It's too late, I'm out of grace.

Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling.

actually, I had Clowns (can you see me now) By t.A.T.u. stuck in my head, so this poem is more of a song to that tune.....

Elocution

Such a union
I cannot sanction,
this tainting relation
is an abomination.
Society doesn’t need
an affinity for the same,
but instead a clear path
for world domination.
Everything would unravel
and fall to dissolution.
So much for the humans
leading in evolution.
There is just one solution
to this love substitution.
I’ve made a resolution
to promote diminution.


Note: It's what Hitler would think of gay marriage. This does not reflect my opinion.

I always come to check and see
But what do people think of me?
I check quickly, hope I'm not late,
What the heck- won't anyone rate??

sorry, a small poem I wrote in like... 5 seconds on how I wish people would rate my stuff..O.o

<Merged here "Random Poem" thread in Fanworks forum with the following three posts. 02/22/07 ~Tombow>

Have you ever reached the sky?
If you have,why?
Let the sky reach you,
and the air moves around you
and until you shout stop,
you shall fly.


Hope you guys like it.

I really like it. It is great. I would like to see more poems, if you have any/are willing to share.

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BTW we have a poem thread here.

Also, I think your siggie is too long. Maybe you should get rid of some of that text.

@Mrs.Elric - sweety_pie is correct on both accounts, hence I edited your sig to fit into the Max sig size for the board which is 500 pix wide and 300 pix high.
(I tried my best not to mess up the spirit of your sig, but please feel free to rearrange, as long as the final product is within the Max sig space for the board..^^)

And, I'm merging your "Random Poem" thread to Poetry thread in Open Chat forum.
ETA: Thread merged, and notified the thread author of the merge.

And, as long as I'm editing oversized sig...
@Squishy-chan - Your sig had too many "~*" (three extra sets, to be exact) and that was making your sig too large, and to compensate, the board was stretching just your post portion of the forum page sideways to acommodate your extra large sig size.
Hence, I took out three sets of "~*" from your sig so that your post is the same size as everyone-else.

[quote name='Tombow' date='Feb 22 2007, 08:12 PM' p

^You quoted wrong.. or something.

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Save me

All this pain I'm feeling.
The suffering I'm witnessing.

Save me from it.
Take me far away.

I call your name.
I yell for your help.

Save me! Save me! Save me!

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I got bored in Math Class ounce and wrote this poem... I hate it when I get bored, I come up with crap like that.

sweetypie- I know. My computer wont do it right for some reason. Suckish

Don't ever say I can't keep a promise. XD

Wha... you wrote a grindcore song to Aily's lyrics or who's? I wanna hear it, along with vocals

Ok I wrote this one in my computer class....
I was very sad... I was feeling just as the poem

I’m sorry…
You are suffering alone in the darkness
I let you go…
I abandoned you…
It choax you… Your heart is dying
Your pearled wings are transforming into dark wings…
I’m sorry…
You must hate me right now… I can understand if you do it…
I want to kill myself now…
Tears in silence…
I want to be next to you…
I’m trying to pull you out of the mood…
But it don’t let me…
It’s trapping my wings… Restless…
I don´t care if it transforms my wings
Sacrifice…
You will be safe in my arms…
I will protect you until the end
Now my tears aren’t of sadness
I have a weak smile on my face
Pale on my body…
My worst fear, has become my strongest courage
Now sleep in peace my darling, when you wake up
I will be there in spirit…
Maybe not in body at all…
I have broken wings…
But at least…
I don’t have a broken heart…

Emily

terrible

Come now, Bacon. Not everyone has a poetic license. Besides, sometimes poetry can be relative.

You shouldn't attempt poetry in a language you have yet to master.

But I once wrote a poem for French class in high school and my teacher said it was very good.

...That's different. It was for class.

But I enjoyed writing it and wanted to write it.

Here's a poem I wrote a while back:

I'm sitting here against the trees
My chest pressed firmly against my knees
I dry my eyes and wonder why
I always sit here when I cry

Then I think about the years
We used to sit here, drying tears
This was the place that we would go
Nowhere was safe, not even home

But somehow this place turned us in
And now I'm sitting here again
Without you my life is gone
Everything else seems so wrong

I can never be like you
You always told me I can too
But they see things differently
Everything for you; Nothing for me

Selfishness is wrong, I know
But now I'm thinking I should go
They don't want me here to stay
They even told me that one day

They loved you and never me
I loved them more than they could see
But you're gone now and so am I
I never even cross their minds

I leave the house and go next door
They don't wonder anymore
Where I go; Not their concern
Something I have grown to learn

So now I sit here and I cry
Alone just wishing I could die
I'm waiting now, please sing your song
Tell me that I can go on

I need to hear somebody say
I'll live to see another day
I understand you had to go
I guess I'm stronger than they know

I'm taking all that you could not
And seeing how your heart got caught
In between the pain and fear
Of judgement passed with every tear

If you were here now you could see
The love they had for you, not me

Possibly the poem I'm going to submit to print, as of yet unsure

Furry foxes vex the vets and jump quickley over
knowing hounds
Ample amblers understand the meaning
of being carefree
Learning labourors yearn for the zeal to get
love lost and found
Jerring journalists never open jars for the hungry
and needy

Simple shoppers suss out sales of shoes
and shiney things
Driving dangers eco from the ears
of the elderly
Bouncy babies grab at bee's and bawl
when they get the sting
Witty writers are irked by the happiness of
this reality

In Alphabet Lane, no-one knows a need for normaility

Just something little I have wrote.

Just thought I'd let you know
Why you are my reason to live
The beauty that surrounds you
And everything that you give

You've shown me there's more to life
Than video games and TV
And to be myself instead of
what others want me to be

Just thought I'd let you know
How every time I look at you
No matter our situation or relation
I still see the same beauty from when I met you

And like the girl at the movies
Who's waiting for that special guy
I'll always be waiting for you
My love......my world

My life is all but a fantasy,
Trapping myself within,
Books, poetry, stories,
Keeping out of reality.

Is there something wrong with me?
I've tried, again and again
To be with people,
But they all seem to shrink away...

Is something wrong with me?

"You're beautiful, you're perfect.."
Then why won't you ever stay..
Why do you all insist on leaving,
Can't you please tell me why..

My cravings have returned,
but a promise is keeping them at bay,
yet why should i promise you anything.
when you can't do the same.

I've been trying to be happy,
For me, for all of you.
You can't say I bring you down,
When I reveal nothing.

What is wrong with me..?

"You're beautiful, you're perfect,
You're everything to me".

And I am alone again.

“Empty Crowds”

Days grew long
As hours passed like seconds
Walking through
Crowds filled with no one
No light shown
Through the silver clouds
Swallowed
By the black sky

That fateful day
You whispered
But your words were lost to me
Like a feather
Caught in the wind
Walking through empty crowds
You left to find yourself
And nothing at once

But you’d never return
To my arms
A place you once called home
You left to find yourself
And nothing

Written out of boredom, plus I felt like writing.

Finally got around to writing lyrics for another of my songs.

"Manichaean Paranoia"

Good and evil
your choice is made
a choice by which you'll live and die

Embroil yourself
in perpetual struggle
to a rigid point of view confined

White and black
nothing may exist between
the deconstruction of our world...
a soothing delusion - obscene
your delusion is obscene

A comfort zone for the holy warrior
a bastardized internal conflict
that you've externalized
waging endless war
to keep your ego satisfied

Aloof and sullen
the demagogue made of paper and wax
grasps the dagger
the ghostly blade to strike his enemies down

the spectre of tragedy shrieks in your ear
staging your passion play
the Sword of Damocles holds you in fear
we live at the edge of its blade

Your grip on reality falters
Your sense of morality fails
the house of cards you've built collapses
and to what avail?

Defiantly and petulantly against the world you stand
The fading spectre of tragedy forcing your hand
Grandiose paranoia your vision obscures
A single holy man fighting a world that's impure

You're praying for wisdom and strength
your enemies hiding from view
yet in plain sight their plots are exposed
to a like-minded chosen few

A slave to your own contradictions
Abounding hypocrisy reveals you for who you are
the pursuit of victory is an addiction
Abuse our will
Abuse our trust
And scoff at our festering scars

Oppressive, possessed
a blemish on our history
Reclusive, self-righteous
a prophet of false certainties

Bow!
Receive your crown
You king of this empty empire
Your throne awaits...

Rise,
Angels of reckoning!
Grant this dire icon his most perverse dream

Your crown,
Your throne,
Your subjects -
All skeletons and ghosts

"It is only by grasping our own capacity for evil,
our own darkness,
that we hold our own capacity for evil at bay.
When evil is always external,
then moral purification always entails
the eradication of others."
-C. Hedges"

Hmm, that's pretty good, Bacon. I like some of the rhymes you use. It has a nice rhythm to it (they're lyrics, after all). Desolate and relevant to the warring worlds today . . .

I made this a long time ago for an assignment and the placement of the words are supposed to make a shape of a crescent moon...I forgot what kind of poetry it's called but I know it has a specific name...well this is how it goes:

the
moon
a silver sliver
up so high
a golden smile in the sky
sailing upon a sea of stars
peeking behind fluffy clouds
stop playing hide-and-seek
won't you come out tonight?
I miss you.




...I think it went something like that, can't remember exactly. It was like 3 years ago.

Well, if anyone likes poems, please read mine and rate them thanks!

Night’s Wind

The crimson sun sets slowly into the clouds,
The fluorescent moon lighting the dark sky in rounds.
The grass whistles as night’s wind quivers,
Sending waves of brilliant energy causing shivers.
The cold wind has gone, warm replacing,
Fear, cowardice, hate erasing.
Love has come touching the soul,
Prompting strength as the weak’s goal.
Stars creating patterns up in the sky,
A boy, laying calm, wondering why.
Night’s wind wanders the Earth crying,
Yearning for a soul, never lying.
The boy creeping deeper into his slumber,
Dreaming up dreams creating wonder.
Night’s wind’s soul locates the boy,
Seeping in his soul with joy.
Night’s wind has escaped distress,
His soul now filled with finesse.
The shining moon dissolves past the horizon...
The sun rising once again, another day will now awaken.


Circle
The majesty called the sun is laid to rest
The queen, the moon, shines its best,
The stars become the messengers of night
The wind carries tunes of glee, not of fright,
The darkness calms the mind, it sleeps without thought
The creatures come out, that the night has brought,
The eyes and the heart become one at this hour
Astounding it is, that calm brings power,
The grassy planes rustle as the wind speaks its way
The nations are at peace, which is what night will say,
The moon wanes away, weeping with dark tears
The bright day comes alive, again fear appears,
The calmness is lost, as things awaken
The day has come, night has shaken.


Night
Darkness is not what one fears
It is what brings calmness and wipes away tears,
Night is here, the wind flows over bush and tree
Creatures of the night, travel the world with glee,
The stars are messengers of the night
The wind carries the messages scaring away fright,
The boy, he sleeps, in a tent on a field
The night brings him peace, his body will yield,
When day comes again he will wake
He will be one with nature, one the night did make.


Ok, and now for one of my drama exercises I had to read a Sonnet and than make my own version of it. So here is the original and my version:

Original:
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long-since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.

My version:
When I sit alone in this here room
I remember memories lost in the past,
I laugh as I think of things I have not in my grasp.
And with old and new anguishes my time is wasted:
Then I can forget how to see with my eyes,
For friends hide from a date with death this night,
And cry loves long lost song of despair,
And groan at the cost of many a crushed sight.
Then, I can lament at lamentations foregone,
And heavily from anguish to anguish tell over,
The depressing account of groan before groan,
Which I new compensate as if not compensated before,
But while I sit here alone, your memory comes to mind,
All grievances annihilated, and death I can find.

2 more poems I wrote up, nothing to do with the sonnet above:

Rain

A calm night breeze flows over tree and ground,
As a grey cloud covers up princess moon,
And begins to shed its tears.
A man lies numb, sword at his side,
As night’s tears roll down his face and corpse,
The blood runs clean fusing with earth and soil.
Rain falls continuously as lights extinguish,
Villages and towns lye down to sleep,
The water’s noise calms the soul,
As the land falls silent and and blood runs cold,
Of the corpse on the ground his soul ascending,
To worlds above in dimensions unseen,
Peace comes now as night’s tears begin to dwindle down,
The sky clears a path for princess moon,
And calmness again approaches night,
As a sleeping nation, stays silent.


Tears

A child and dog play with love and happiness,
But a man, insane, wishes to combine the love they share,
He combines them together with magic unknown,
Making a man-beast filled with sadness unequaled by any other,
A man enters the room where the beast does dwell,
And when their eyes do meet, he knows what deed has been done,
He grows silent with fury and rage,
The beast is captured by people not seen,
But the man strikes back, the beast free again,
The man searches and searches the town in worry,
While he does so, another man finds our beast,
He sees the sorrow deep in its eyes,
And to save the soul of this man beast
He separates the two with the cost of their deaths,
The man leaves the seen as the other enters in,
He spies the wall, blood scatter all over,
He knows the deed that happened but seconds before,
As tears begin to roll down his checks
And rain pours down over his soul.

here is a poem I wrote for my mom, since its her birthday today.

Flower

The violet petals shine
As blinding father son emits rays of light.
A night’s rain, just passed,
The water seeping into the soil,
Purifying the flower stem.
The majestic suns sets,
Princess moon glimmers radiantly.
Her illuminating beam of dull night light,
Intensifies the radiance of the violet color shade.
As these days progress the flower will only,
Grow larger and larger till the day it withers,
Only to be born once again.

This one is kinda a compilation of a few of my poems.

Winter’s Promise

The kingdom sun slowly falls beyond the horizon
As prince night and princess moon rise with authority.
Days short, nights long, the true coming of winter,
Shrill climates and white snow,
Painted black by the lifeless night.
Heaven, Earth Hell, meet in concord,
Birth and death intertwine and interlace,
Bringing serenity to the mind and the soul.
Fear, cowardice, hate erasing.
As a grey cloud covers up princess moon,
And begins to shed its tears.
Rain falls continuously as lights extinguish,
Villages and towns lye down to sleep,
Souls ascend to worlds above in dimensions unseen,
Peace comes now as night’s tears begin to dwindle down,
The sky clears a path for princess moon,
And calmness again approaches night,
As a sleeping nation, stays silent.

Fallen Comrade

Trees dance to the howl of the wind,
Night approaches, the sun dwindles into the depths of the unknown,
Raging fire brightens the royal blue sky,
Burnt villages cry red blood,
Deceased souls tremble at the shriek.
A hubristic army marches on laughing at the sight of mutilation,
One soldier caught in the blaze of his village sees out an open door,
A shirne encrusted with names of heroes killed in action.
He mutters: my soul, you can take, all I ask is that you,
“Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.”


EDIT: woops, sorry I didn't see this thread, sorry for posting the other thread.

Here's one that took me like a month to write. I'm going to link it because its like 7 pages long... sooooo if you want to read a long tragic poem.... here you go hahahaha

Unrequited Love