User Poetry - Page 47

WT Sharpe · 06-01-2010, 12:39 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Vintage Season

Most of my "poetry" was originally conceived as lyrics, so it shows a bit more deliberate rhyme and structure than some of the other offerings in this thread.

This one has never been recorded:

Very nice! Love to hear it set to music!

kennyc · 06-01-2010, 07:22 AM

Nice David, thanks for sharing that.

GeoffC · 06-01-2010, 07:24 AM

Good David - hope we see many more here ....

Vintage Season · 06-01-2010, 09:57 AM

David? Oh, I see... I forgot to add my signature.

Glad you liked it!

- M.

GeoffC · 06-01-2010, 10:33 AM

You are confusing us ..... !

kennyc · 06-01-2010, 10:39 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GeoffC

You are confusing us ..... !

Like that's hard or something?

GeoffC · 06-01-2010, 10:44 AM

Okay, shall we try M instead ....

Vintage Season · 06-01-2010, 10:53 AM

Either is fine with me, Geoff. I generally go by M... David just confused me for a moment!

- M.

GeoffC · 06-01-2010, 10:58 AM

Perhaps it was your sig line that confused us, as kennyc pointed out, we are easily confused here ... bein' artistic an 'all ....

TLHaddix · 06-01-2010, 09:04 PM

Bitterness

Bitterness spreads through me when I hear the sound of your voice or the mention of your name. It eats up everything good inside me, leaves me stunned and empty.

All those years, you oh-so-carefully hid away your contempt, but it is hidden no more. Like Pandora’s box, your scorn came out into the open, and it will never be shoved back into that corner you stored it in.

I feel used up, abused. My soul is sore and scarred, and compassion has withered away inside me. Do you even know what your carelessness has done to me?

No one else can see me screaming, hear my pain. They don’t think I’m worthy of the emotion. They make excuses for you, blaming your disease. You don’t really mean to rip me in half.

They can’t excuse my feelings, and they are uncomfortable. I won’t disguise my pain any longer for their comfort. It has eaten away at my soul and made it raw.

And you don’t even know what it is that you’ve done.

WT Sharpe · 06-01-2010, 09:15 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TLHaddix

Bitterness

Bitterness spreads through me when I hear the sound of your voice or the mention of your name. It eats up everything good inside me, leaves me stunned and empty.

All those years, you oh-so-carefully hid away your contempt, but it is hidden no more. Like Pandora’s box, your scorn came out into the open, and it will never be shoved back into that corner you stored it in.

I feel used up, abused. My soul is sore and scarred, and compassion has withered away inside me. Do you even know what your carelessness has done to me?

No one else can see me screaming, hear my pain. They don’t think I’m worthy of the emotion. They make excuses for you, blaming your disease. You don’t really mean to rip me in half.

They can’t excuse my feelings, and they are uncomfortable. I won’t disguise my pain any longer for their comfort. It has eaten away at my soul and made it raw.

And you don’t even know what it is that you’ve done.

Wonderful expression of bitterness!

We've all been there at one time or another. You captured the feeling in words really well.

kennyc · 06-01-2010, 09:18 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TLHaddix

Bitterness

Bitterness spreads through me when I hear the sound of your voice or the mention of your name. It eats up everything good inside me, leaves me stunned and empty.

All those years, you oh-so-carefully hid away your contempt, but it is hidden no more. Like Pandora’s box, your scorn came out into the open, and it will never be shoved back into that corner you stored it in.

I feel used up, abused. My soul is sore and scarred, and compassion has withered away inside me. Do you even know what your carelessness has done to me?

No one else can see me screaming, hear my pain. They don’t think I’m worthy of the emotion. They make excuses for you, blaming your disease. You don’t really mean to rip me in half.

They can’t excuse my feelings, and they are uncomfortable. I won’t disguise my pain any longer for their comfort. It has eaten away at my soul and made it raw.

And you don’t even know what it is that you’ve done.

Very cathartic! Well done! I've written a few along these lines!

TLHaddix · 06-01-2010, 11:45 PM

Thank you, thank you.

GeoffC · 06-02-2010, 04:16 AM

Thanks for posting that - strikes many a chord...

One hopes, of course, it wasn't directed at cats !!!!!

Welcome to MR, and we hope to see more offerings in this thread .....

iggy123 · 06-03-2010, 12:10 AM

The boy took the girl in his car to the place he knew lovers go. Her in his car under his gaze. She and her shy femininities exuding from her like vapor, surrounding them in the night. He thought to himself, how lucky is he to be here in the atmosphere of her love this night. Her mind beat against the inside of her skull. He took her hand. His content gaze out over the city and the stars through the windshield and her crazed animal mind not coming through her skin to him.

Little did the boy know the spirits that gathered outside his car conspired with the girl against him. They circled outside the car and saw the boy's innocent love-aspirations and what it was that he saw in the girl and regarded it like pirates of the heart. They swung open the door and pulled the girl out by her metaphysicals. The boy tried to hold on but he really didn't stand a chance and the spirits carried her to where they wanted her and lifted her up and held her and did those things to her. More spirits held the boy down and made him watch. The girl whaling in the trance of the will of the spirits and the anguish of the boy like a very tragic faerie tale that night.

The girl looks back on the night later in life in the all's fair way that every woman looks back on the memories of her heartbreaks. The man who sits in the chair beside her's who was the boy in the story reaches over and takes hold of her hand. The woman's pretensions that a man can't understand and the story of her life like she wanted it. He holds her hand and they look out from their porch. The man sitting there more content than ever in the role he has played in her life and the woman's mind working hard on her next fantasy.

Walking among the old windmills,
I saw a young boy struggle against the wind
His coat was short, his legs were thin

I could not see his face behind his hands,
But in that hurricane still knew
He was not crying, he was not frowning

The windmills turned a faster pace,
The wind picked up as in a race
And lifted him, revealed his face

I caught his eye, and knew him then -
He looked remarkably like me,
And made amends with him

The night the windmills raced the wind
I saw a young boy struggling
His coat was short, his legs were thin.

Tons more poetry on my blog, http://igglestheclown.blogspot.com/

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06-01-2010, 07:22 AM	#692
kennyc The Dank Side of the Moon Posts: 35,922 Karma: 119747553 Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Denver, CO Device: Kindle2 & PW, Onyx Boox Go6	Nice David, thanks for sharing that.

06-01-2010, 07:24 AM	#693
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Good David - hope we see many more here ....

06-01-2010, 09:57 AM	#694
Vintage Season Pulps and dime novels... Posts: 343 Karma: 1952003 Join Date: Jan 2009 Device: Kobo Aura/Kobo Aura One LE/iPad Air	David? Oh, I see... I forgot to add my signature. Glad you liked it! - M.

06-01-2010, 10:33 AM	#695
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	You are confusing us ..... !

06-01-2010, 10:44 AM	#697
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Okay, shall we try M instead ....

06-01-2010, 10:53 AM	#698
Vintage Season Pulps and dime novels... Posts: 343 Karma: 1952003 Join Date: Jan 2009 Device: Kobo Aura/Kobo Aura One LE/iPad Air	Either is fine with me, Geoff. I generally go by M... David just confused me for a moment! - M.

06-01-2010, 10:58 AM	#699
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Perhaps it was your sig line that confused us, as kennyc pointed out, we are easily confused here ... bein' artistic an 'all ....

06-01-2010, 09:04 PM	#700
TLHaddix Author, wife, reader. Posts: 21 Karma: 515232 Join Date: Apr 2010 Location: Near Akron, Ohio Device: Kindle	Bitterness Bitterness spreads through me when I hear the sound of your voice or the mention of your name. It eats up everything good inside me, leaves me stunned and empty. All those years, you oh-so-carefully hid away your contempt, but it is hidden no more. Like Pandora’s box, your scorn came out into the open, and it will never be shoved back into that corner you stored it in. I feel used up, abused. My soul is sore and scarred, and compassion has withered away inside me. Do you even know what your carelessness has done to me? No one else can see me screaming, hear my pain. They don’t think I’m worthy of the emotion. They make excuses for you, blaming your disease. You don’t really mean to rip me in half. They can’t excuse my feelings, and they are uncomfortable. I won’t disguise my pain any longer for their comfort. It has eaten away at my soul and made it raw. And you don’t even know what it is that you’ve done.

06-01-2010, 11:45 PM	#703
TLHaddix Author, wife, reader. Posts: 21 Karma: 515232 Join Date: Apr 2010 Location: Near Akron, Ohio Device: Kindle	Thank you, thank you.

06-02-2010, 04:16 AM	#704
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Thanks for posting that - strikes many a chord... One hopes, of course, it wasn't directed at cats !!!!! Welcome to MR, and we hope to see more offerings in this thread .....

06-03-2010, 12:10 AM	#705
iggy123 Junior Member Posts: 3 Karma: 10 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: kindle	The boy took the girl in his car to the place he knew lovers go. Her in his car under his gaze. She and her shy femininities exuding from her like vapor, surrounding them in the night. He thought to himself, how lucky is he to be here in the atmosphere of her love this night. Her mind beat against the inside of her skull. He took her hand. His content gaze out over the city and the stars through the windshield and her crazed animal mind not coming through her skin to him. Little did the boy know the spirits that gathered outside his car conspired with the girl against him. They circled outside the car and saw the boy's innocent love-aspirations and what it was that he saw in the girl and regarded it like pirates of the heart. They swung open the door and pulled the girl out by her metaphysicals. The boy tried to hold on but he really didn't stand a chance and the spirits carried her to where they wanted her and lifted her up and held her and did those things to her. More spirits held the boy down and made him watch. The girl whaling in the trance of the will of the spirits and the anguish of the boy like a very tragic faerie tale that night. The girl looks back on the night later in life in the all's fair way that every woman looks back on the memories of her heartbreaks. The man who sits in the chair beside her's who was the boy in the story reaches over and takes hold of her hand. The woman's pretensions that a man can't understand and the story of her life like she wanted it. He holds her hand and they look out from their porch. The man sitting there more content than ever in the role he has played in her life and the woman's mind working hard on her next fantasy. Walking among the old windmills, I saw a young boy struggle against the wind His coat was short, his legs were thin I could not see his face behind his hands, But in that hurricane still knew He was not crying, he was not frowning The windmills turned a faster pace, The wind picked up as in a race And lifted him, revealed his face I caught his eye, and knew him then - He looked remarkably like me, And made amends with him The night the windmills raced the wind I saw a young boy struggling His coat was short, his legs were thin. Tons more poetry on my blog, http://igglestheclown.blogspot.com/