Poe Ms

Please write poems to fill this newborn empty void. Check out JottingDownBones for dark poetry, or go back to OtherWritings. Or try out PoetryMarathon A place to write poems useing the last line of the one before it.(I think thats how it goes) Or PoetryAsAWayOfLife for the poems people enjoy. Or WritersCircle, which a table of contents listing pages of people's writing, most of it poetry. And don't forget the PoetryPick, all sorts of good stuff there!

RuthsPoems I just have so many they took up to much space here so I put them on there own little page.

 DifferentDumbYouDown:

 Justbrokeup
 Last tuesday, daytime, nighttime all ran smooth into each other - 
 I slipped gently into socks and told
 you it
 might be
 just about over.
 
 Blond runs into blue-green eyes
 I can't remember and 
 Black runs into brown-gold eyes 
 I can't forget:
 His fingers far softer than 
 yours, I know
 they should be rougher
 from guitar pick-plucks. 
 
 I learned how to manuever;
 apt and able, 
 my motion-heavy mind dancing
 flirt circles within itself.
 Playing into games is happiness 
 for me and I live
 to be fluttery.

 I am called so,
 and I think you fool
 for not knowing
 and though I'm all for a different person
 It's the same numb feeling
 that'll dumb you down to sleep.

Maggie (newcomer)

wow. I like your poem Maggie. wow. write more!- Lorin

coming of age

leave me a note

signed in blood,

and i will buy you

a banana split

to celebrate the chasm between

girlhood and WOMAN

no matter that

it will make your stomach hurt

Today you are different

you are

leaving the time

when one month could

bleed into the other

because you will

bleed into

every month and

even curse your mother

for not explaining all of this

over that banana split.

(roya)

maybe i should write more

stop spending so much time

staring off into space

or into your eyes your soul of your pictures

maybe i should

put my words to music

stop singing what other people write

start doing

something productive for a change

maybe i should stop writing

start reading more, or

learn about the Greats

throw names around like they

weigh nothing but feathers

learn how to appreciate a good painting

and strong black coffee

learn how to put a phone line in

maybe i should

talk less

or say something more interesting

maybe i should go to the doctor to find out

what's really wrong

maybe i should

admit those fears maybe i should keep them quiet

maybe i should ignore them

and stop staring into space

when i could be writing

maybe i haven't written

what needs to be writting.

but i will.

(roya)

Too close for comfort

my letters overlap each other and i am not

giving anyone

proper breathing room

so sorry that i

doodle in the margins

and talk in all the silences

but there is always the danger of

falling like a star into the ocean

bright, burning and then

nothing.

let me cram

my life story into hello

if it will make you

remember me.

(roya)

your eyelashes were closed

bars of steel and iron

preventing me

from climbing

through the window of your soul

and making myself at home.

i don't know why

you locked those doors

i would have protected you

to my death

never let another hurt you

you saw the mess

behind my eyes

and hide the key

where i couldn't find it.

then closed your eyes

and i was hurt

one more time

waking up with sore muscles

from trying

to bend bars of steel.

(roya)

 writing off the top of my head
 to please you
 please please you
 say you will
    saaay you will
 songs mix in my mind
 and i shout aliteration!
 concious, concious
 always there aware beware
 the concious girl for she will
 look at you
 she will look at you and she will
 think
 and you do not know what she's thinking, no
 even when she talks, no
 even when she looks at you and she talks and she laughs
 no
 you do not know 

 that she is thinking of someone else, that she is talking
 to someone else
 that she is multitasking and proud of herself for not
 paying full attention to you
 not playing fully
 not paying out the dues she owes
 not tied up with you, not knot

 she is somewhere else 
 she is thinkign of a poem
 she is remembering
 she is fantasizing
 she is hungry and she's going to go eat dinner
 she is prosaic and she is creative and she
 thinks

• oh marina you make me cry.

 not tied up with you, no she's managed
 to cut that rope(that throat) at last
 but the other you's
 demand
 attention too, and so i multitask
 i am here and i am there
 trying not to erase before i even write
 trying not to define myself into a corner
 but
 i'm proud of my traits
 i'm proud when people recognize me
 when the attention is mine.
 she said i have a story for everything, and
 i am proud
 to be in the light. 

 i cut the throat that i kissed
 yes, that tie is gone.
 because lips chap and skin peels and i can't feel it anymore
 but you
 hold out your arms and i can't see any scars
 your skin like a slate
 making mine look marred.
 you hold out a chance
 to write
 the introspection out,
 how aware would i be without you and your songs
 how conscious would i be
 without your hand on my cheek.
 i let go of him
 so i could hold on to you. 

RoyaBoya (this is odd, the last line. i wonder what i mean. ah well.)

                     the night i saw my love,
 i look upon the moon and i see the greatest thing  i ever seen
 i saw my love was  dancing in the moon last night
 i looked again to night and i saw nothing it was just the moon
 but that night i looked down at the river and i saw my love 
 standing there looking back at me
 i looked strait ahead and i was my love get shot 
 i looked upon the moon again and i saw y love laying there alone dying
 and cold.   no one is there to help him and i can do anything but sit there

 watching my love die i can't do anything and i saw my own love die in the
moon
 and then i saw him reaching to me and i reach back at him and i  guess i
die the night
 with my love 
 a part of me die that night with him but apart is still so alive 
 Kay