We've had a few poem topics in the past, so I felt like sharing. A little over a month ago I started visiting a yahoo poetry club which I had helped start years ago. In a moment of whim, I felt like writing a poem for them. It's my first poem since the year 2000 I think.
Estrangement
Time has gone by
not so much time
but time enough
many memories though
They are not enough
To bring back the time
when I was younger
though not long ago
t'were happier days
they seem long ago
I feel estranged
we always feel lonely
but not so alone
surrounded by people
we still feel alone
Hmmm, I have some old poetry here. Some awful, some not so bad. All of it has that teen aged "Deer god help me" feel to it. /me opens my heart to UGN.
,.~``~.,Growing Up,.~``~.,
Deepest of deep thinkers
Heavy Drinkers
Loud screams
Dark dreams
Welcome to the land of insanity
Pull up a chair and join the family
,.~``~.,Cheating other,.~``~.,
I [censored] you, and you [censored] me by [censored] him.
It's all pretty [censored] up, Now so am I
So [censored] it, we've all been [censored]
,.~``~.,Eys Of Prophecy,.~``~.,
Eyes of Prophecy
Tell me what you see
Depression moving nearer
I loved a girl, now I fear her
Gun shots ring out
The victems next of kin beguins to shout
Wasted time is such a shame
Still don't understand the gaame
Sweat from stress beguins to glisten
No one seems to want to listen
Future so dark and unforseen
A peirod of rest would be so sereen
But I'll never get a chance
Never give a second glance
Life speeds up as you get older
The worlds hand to you gets much colder
A generation controled by government
And yet all our money is spent
All these thoughts race through my mind
As if in constant play and rewind
,.~``~.,Tick tock,.~``~.,
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Heart pounds as I stare at the clock
Time waiting for no one
Here I go again on the run
Hiding from the world like a fragile child
Don't know what to do, all my problems piled
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Heart pounds as I stare at the clock
Fear is only a state of mind
Sad it's the only one I can find
Time is all I've got
Thing is I haven't got a lot
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
,.~``~.,Writing,.~``~.,
Writing on a piece of paper
Not much to it at all
Drag the pen across and leave lines
Ahhh but those lines are words
These words are mine
I am an artist chiping away
Carefuly I sculpt this phrase
A wood pulp rock I carve
A pen my chisle
And when the dust settles
When I am done my work
You can admire it over my grave
We artists aren't popular alive
,.~``~.,Trust,.~``~.,
Tust is a luxury 2 people obtain together
,.~``~.,Soldier,.~``~.,
Far away in a distant land
Fighting a war of another man
Still just a child, mind so easily bent
Waiting to die, because all your luck is spent
Over seas fighting so strong
But the war wasn't supposed to be this long
Fighting for your country, your dad so proud.
The screams of the dying so god damed loud
looking back, thinking of the better days
when i saw light at the end of the tunnel
before my head became a complicated maze.
drowning out the pain you made me feel
trying forget all the sadness and betrayl
i never knew how feeling could be so real
and the times we had
the things we shared
never thought it could be this bad
i've never felt so aware
of the pain in this world
inflicted by you
the remorse beginning to unfurl
in a lighter shade of blue
the picture forming in my mind
is a complicated one i see
how could i have been so blind
is this all that is left for me?
(this poem is about JC of course. hahaha. i hate him so much sometimes)