Describe PoetryMarathonArchiveSix here. TwoFiftyOne under the staircase among the dust and empty boxes and spiders what hides? in the dark, perhaps a hideous monster just waiting to jump out and grab me or a burglar, snuck in under my guard hiding turn on the light. skis and camping gear /I/ wasn't frightened!
TwoFiftyTwo just waiting, just waiting waiting, wishing, hoping, dreaming for that moment when the world seems to stop and time stands still waiting, wishing, hoping, dreaming for that moment that perfect moment a whisper of a memory do you remember? that moment, that perfect moment? ~JazCat :) Two Fifty Three Do you remember Ashley asked it, so do I Do you remember When Life was beautiful And children danced Under the moon Daddy loved you That's all that mattered Do you remember A time before hate and sickness crept in Take me back, take me back Daddy doesn't love you anymore. *heather claps* who are you? *the waiting wind, who would blush if she knew how NumberTwoFiftyFour dark, it's dark outside we are driving up the mountain, she and I talking of spiders where she grew up books she stops the car we climb the last of the hill near the peak the rest of them wait - teacher has a telescope, we're looking at comets tonight eventually she and I are bored with dissecting the stars we walk in silence to the very top and lay under the moon and try to lose ourselves in space but I'm more lost in her
255
i stare into your deep blue eyes and wounder
how could i of ever loved you?
how could i of put all my heart into yours?
how could i ever hear words out of your mouth
and have them sting so bad?
......don't you love me?
daddyies are suposto ya know.....
you dont love me do you?
no
no
no
no
* * * * *
thats how i fell off of you
to the very top
i brim with anger and fear
regret and hurt
Daddy doesn't love you anymore.
thats the cold hard facts
256 Daddy doesn't love you anymore Why? What did I do that was so terrible that you don't love me? Your kidding Your joking You hat me because i tell the truth? What is so wrong with that i wonder? I keep hearing his voice over and over again "Daddy doesn't love you anymore, I am so sorry sweetie, but daddy doesn't love you no, not anymore.." I don't want you to be sorry for me I want you to know the pain and suffering that those 4 words have caused me I want you to love me and me not return those feelings of love then you will hear MY voice in your head saying over and over, "I don't love you anymore daddy, nope you little girl doesn't love you, never again will i love you..." and then you will know my torment that was caused by those words, Daddy doesn't love you... Snow TwoFiftySeven "Never again will I love you..." I say and laugh. You laugh too. For you have taken a bite of the chicken. It is in your mouth and I will smell it on your breath Later, when the moon is full and high in the sky. I will smell it and turn my face to the pillow... ...berate myself for wishing your mouth away. So sing with your mouth full of meat and love. Sing with your eyes full of me and mine full of you. We have our own garden path through the hedge. Outside our own window the oak tree grows and sap flows free like children in the waves. I see us now. I see us in my mind. We shimmy up the heavy trunk and rest around the leaves like wreaths. So as you make your bed my bed, make your stove my stove and make your walls my walls. Make your breeze my breeze and be the window too that our minds could flutter through and when you do do not eat the chicken, yet do not let me keep you from it and 'EVER' again will I love you. -Mel
TwoFiftyEight you spot my favorite tree, and since we are bored with writing slogans in chalk, and hot, we shimmy up the heavy trunk (I push up the little ones, who seeing how high up they are, immediatly want back down) and laze amongest the green and brown when we tire of this, someone's got a pen and we take turns writing messages on each other (someone writes one on you, they won't show me what it says but I blush anyway) heading home now (for our cake and ice cream and spaghetti) we run, tease, taunt, kiss when noone's looking summers always seem to turn out good
TwoFiftyNine The taste of Ritz Crackers in my focus. Our comeing alive like electricity. A body current, conducted through my fingertips and up her spine. I can feel it,in noses touching cheeks. And yet the world goes on. A soccer game, one field over. Construction paper cutouts in the windows across the mowed and browning lawn. Even dried leaves in the September grass. How obliging of it. To look real, for this time that is lifted out of time. We both know where we're going eventually. Kiss when noone's looking. And noone /does/ look, at two girls under a tree. As if there's nothing strange here at all. And maybe there's not. What a satisfaction of a letdown. Not that that's where my attention really was, in September's present tense.
260And yet the world goes on. Every day. I'm here, apart from it. I sit here, each night I watch, outside, nothing Yet, there is a light -- the world still exists. Yet I am not a part of it. A visitor. I'm apart.
NumberTwoSixtyOne We're a dedicated bunch of teens, you know - I sit here, each night with all the rest of you, each hundreds of miles apart typing our words of cheer, sorrow, anger, chatter to one another when any other group of people would have simply found some 'local friends'. And I wonder which is better sometimes - to have acheing wrists, slower conversations, lonely days or to have achey heads insipid conversations and lonely hearts. ...and I think maybe computers are worth the bother.
262Maybe computers are worth the bother. They have led me To some friends. We talk Of martial arts And of people And work.
263September's present tense is the now of fields plowed and bared and brown the color of the settled hills black-streaked with fire and blackened, broken, hollow trees survivors, sentinels September is the here of one night you go to bed in summer's blazing cradle next morning you wake up empty and the cold's pushing up through the earth and the sea is dreaming of autumn drop by drop rain is searching out the buds urging you to drink in dark, forgetful green while your blackened branches are still remembering the touch and taste of lightning. [259]
TwoSixtyFour you are still remembering the touch and taste of lightening, yet it would be easy to sink into the stillness of winter's deep ice allow your mind to forget the brazen heat of September winter is comforting in a way the wet cold is pulling you into yourself, but try to refuse its icy allure and keep your heart warm, inside itself it remembers sun-baked earth and crackling leaves that crunch underfoot since winter will, after a time become tiresome snow is fun but eventually all it is is wet if you can manage to keep the summer the trees may remember to bud.
Toe sixty five Today I learned that to sink into the stillness would be so easy. But then I go and pull you out with my eyes. You ask for a little more just a bit more now for you havent eaten in three days. Your boans are frail and sticking out but my smile doesnt leave. I can see your heart melt under my fingertips as i dish you more. See? You could sink into the stillness, But I will just pull out. just by my smile, just by my words, just by my grace, Now we both are melted. We both have melted into water just a ice cube now gone. You look up and say "Bless you my child." I look back with my everlasting smile and say "Same with you sir have a blessed evening"
266Bless you my child. It was evening, and I was driving home from work Struck by the sudden need to go into a church I stopped at the white one It gleamed in the darkness I tried not to think of you (Whoever you are) I went to the door And knocked. And knocked. And knocked... Don't you know, mister? It says (God being it) (No, wait It is the Bible) It says Knock! And the door shall be opened Sometimes I think I spend my whole life on church steps, in the cold cold, knocking. But the door wasn't opened So I went to the church across the street The lady let me in Damme I didn't want to be seen And I knelt Women kneel so gracefully You know At the altar And looked up at the dead man And prayed to the god who died For me Whatever that means. Bless you my child That's what the man's eyes said The fat man that sat next to me and prayed too. Alight Of a sudden. We all find God, but some of us find him sleeping. ~Wind~ TwoSixtySeven i tried not too think of you
(whoever you are)
but....
your face is ingrained in my memory
forever...
i resist the temptation to call you yet again to write another letter because i know i know that you don't care don't remember me with clarity no, not anymore why, i wonder? why don't you care or call, or write? why am i always the one who makes the effort the one who pursues? i want someone
someone to call me
first
to write me
first
to remember my name and say 'hi'
is that so much to ask?
~The Lady Jasmine Of Alaska~ 268your face is ingrained in my memory you, the brave one who got up to dance Everyone was standing there, just watching the band! A few bounced to the rhythm, but you -danced-! Just stood up and were, didn't care who was watching nor whether they cared.
269 Dances AloneTake my hand. But no you don't nead that. I remember you! Your the one that just danced. I couldnt get over it, but you -danced-! Guys guys guys!!! She danced! She danced with her feet, back, and mind. She didn't care what it looked like because she didnt have time to think. She just sorta did it. Now dont you wish you could do that? Just dance? just break out of everything and just dance?
NumberTwoSeventy because she didn't have time to think she didn't calculate the certainty of being lonely after. and since she didn't think and he didn't think and they were happy, not thinking she left no room for wondering no room for unhappiness just room for bodies and hugs and kisses and they elbowed everything else out dragged them to the ocean watched them drown in water, bathed by the phospheresence. and so when he left, the empty space next to her filled with thoughts and she drowned too. --RoyaBoya 271and she drowned too. the dress was too heavy, i guess like water life is heavy so is death heavy heavy heavy. dancing too much too fast in too pretty of a dress the silky soft heaviness brushing against her pale gleaming legs dancing dancing dancing she never stopped till it was over. there is a dance called the taratella. if you dance it long enough and hard enough, you can outlive the tarantulla's fatal poison. But that's not what this poem is about. I can't tell you what it's about. Prolly ophelia. NumberTwoSeventyTwo i can't tell you how quiet tonight is, with just this typing between your lines. sometimes i mouth what i am writing but now i am just tightlipped and waiting and shivering and silent. wondering. who you are and what you look like. NumberTwoSeventyThree you look like something flashing i've always liked shiny objects. they've always caught my eye, made me stoop, i'd stop and pick it up. like you. you flashed in my hand, and i nearly dropped you. luckily, i've got you back. NumberTwoSeventyFour you flashed something kind from the corner of your eye, and something about it made me stop and look. it was dark then, though - and covered up the consequences. it wasn't till later that i realized that in the day, things would shine so bright and we would have to close our eyes. 272 (Which Roya posted over)life is heavy Like the return of a samauri after a quest, only to find that his people are gone or the unicorn, on return to her forest and finds that the eternal spring has left and winter has come in her absence Salt-parched shores, too cold for anything but a few tenacious barnacles to grow the weather is heavy; no soul strays out wuthout reason I have no shelter from this weather it is no storm, and will not let up. It has always been this way, and always will be. So I make my shelter on the shore bits of driftwood a plank from the old mill a car door. I lie there, wind wistlng through the cracks in the wall and I lie still.
275I lie there Staring at the everlasting ceiling On which is inscribed You must believe Because I was so --. That night And nothing happens. We are swept away by the nothingness, aren't we, Maybe that is all there is Maybe that is all we are But as long as I am I will never end I will never let anyone End. If we are all we have we will make the best of ourselves Alone Are you afraid of yourself? In company Are you afraid of people? Yes. We are the dreamers of nightmares, we are afraid of everything, and we laugh at it all. ~do not forget iyam the wind, i go where no man can follow.~ TwoSeventySix That night she came in the door completely soaked, her eyes sparkling. We followed her outside, and all danced happily in the rain and the mud, a stroke of lightning lit up the sky, followed by the earthshaking sound of thunder. We held on to each other and stared upwards in awe, as the sky lit up again and again.
277The number on the door says 277 I know that you're Bored To the heavn I can't make life interesting for ya I surely shan't try I know you've got to have special food Special friends Special times But, my dear, I think it's safe to say That you may be what you may But I will follow her Her eyes sparkling While you sit inside And stay cool. ~Wind~ NumberTwoSeventyEight Special: It means to be set apart from the rest, doesn't it? It means to be held closely to the heart of someone else, right? For you are special and they notice. well,
I'm sick of being
sparkley
on display
(for your benefit)
I've made you some
special times
and I
suppose I don't really
regret that.
now though, being golden for you isn't enough I will glow for myself with my own lustre not reflecting off anything I don't choose to. I need to be special for me since I'm forgetting what that word means with only your definition to go by.
two seven nine I will glow for myself no longer for you I do not care what you think anymore Pinch yourself if you need to make sure this is real because this isn't your dream-land anymore I am my own person now no longer needing you no longer feeding off you no longer loving you If you cant believe it I cant help you all I know is that I'm outta here. -jekissa 280 All i know is that i'm outta here,
no looking back
only looking towards the future
I need a new life
a new me
I need new people around
I am packing my bags,
taking a train, a bus, an airplane
some means of transportation and leaving,
my life
I will pick up on a new trail
meet new people
see new places
I am outta here
for good
never again will i return
well, maybe if i get sick
and need a mom
or a hug
maybe if i need to know that people,
real people
love me
maybe i will come back
but then again do i want to leave?
A warm familiar bed
a mothers good night kiss
a house'
a dog
my state
my home..
Nope, i am not outta here
I am still looking towards the future and
making plans
I intend to go to college
experiance new things
meet new people
see new places
and explore
but i need not run from home to do those things...
~Snow~
281
Never again will I return.
I'm gone,
Just in the misty cool air I am in now.
I will never be back.
I'm off to bigger and better things,
bigger then ever before,
better then you can think of.
Never again will i return!
You can't run me down no more
oh no you can't.
Cuz...
never again will i return.
Your icey hands will melt if you try to keep me,
Your frail boand will crumble if you run after me,
Your twisted mind will snap if you tage along,
So its better if you let me go.
But I will always say
"never again will I return"
282 "never again will I return" I will face the empty popcorn bin and the dank ticket booth the gutted-out alleyway where rain drips down on my hair i know these words are not true. my friends leave dancing or they leave limping yet we can't let go, we can't erase this place from our souls we are dancing, long after the reels have ground to a stop and the lights have shorted out and the theatre has closed down. this place is a desert this place has burnt it's feasts this place has taken our naivete and filled us with sadness which, I suppose, is how we get to become alive again. to be human again.
NumberTwoEightyThree Rain drips down on my hair Do I care? I think not. An umbrella sits unused in my backpack Should've left it at home I'm already carrying so much It's not so crowded today The rain chased so many away But not the musicians This weekend out of all the year The air is filled with notes I can't walk twenty feet Without running into some new sound An Andean band fades into A pianist on wheels fades into Didgeridus fade into Steel drums fade into A fiddle fades into A hurdy-gurdy fades into A large strange-looking stringed instrument fades into An angry, politically charged guitar fades into Musical spoons played with all amount of style They all lump together in my ears One huge mound Of creative sound And the smells From India, Vietnam, Kenya, Tibet Attack my nostrils And make me wonder What tasty new morsels I'll be trying out this time. One weekend out of all the weekends of the year... Nearly bliss.
284 Rain drips down on my hair down my face down my back and off my hands but the rain doesnt sing without you the rain just makes me cold and wet without you i try and kiss the rain time and time again but the rain is just rain without you to kiss the rain is ever so cold and wet to kiss the rain is ever so hard to kiss the rain is to let you go oh if only i could just kiss the rain
TwoEightyFive I don't write poetry, really.
just like I don't really
draw, any more.
or make stuff.
But it still seeps
out, like my pores leak it out.
An oily goo of creativity.
My thoughts chunk together
find their own
m o m e n tum
and fly
off my hands
through pencils and keyboards and
fingerboards horsehair chalk bare feet
air through vocal cords that
aren't used to being silent.
Sometimes it's someone elses words
or heart
and it's almost like I am the insterment
of their intent
but still, it's mine.
--- 286 My thoughts chunk together
never is there less than 3,
ideas never give me peace
until i form a sort of plan,
an action to put /into/ action the ideas
the chunks of my thoughts are all muddled together
i can never be sure if that thought came before the other one,
or if this one before that?
It gets all very confusing sometimes,
but they figures themselves, (the thoughts/ideas) out sooner or later
than i am left with new ideas and plans of action for those ideas
and thoughts on everything and everybody around me
my mind never gives me a break
not even when i am asleep
I still plan things in my dreams,
and boy do i have some wacky dreams!
but the ideas and thoughts are all of my own,
they came from /my/ brain, /my/ head, /my/ imagination
and i can be proud, even if they don't work out,
or are complete failures
'Cause they are mine...
~Snow~
TwoEightySeven my mind never gives me a break. it just cracks up, spends it's time screaming at me GET A LIFE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO SO JUST D do you know the way to san jose? my mind never gives me a break break break like a cracked up egg yuk yuk yuk all over the kitchen counter i don't like egg between my toes. i don't like egg between my toes and i never puddle stomp anymore and if i do i wear boots. big thick heavy boots and my fingers type "think" when they're not supposed to. not supposed to think, fingers, you don't have a brain. no brain here. knock on wood. ding dong nobody home. besides that naked blob with feathers in her hair and egg between her toes shivering and singing softly do you know the way to san jose? woah woah woahwoah, woah... she won't stop. my mind won't give me a break. and my poems want to be longer. they want to wrap fifty times around the earth just so no one will have the time to read them. my fingers type "know" when they're not supposed to. they leave off letters. key nouns subjects of my sentences and since i can't trust them i forget what i was going to woah woah woahwoah, woah... she blinks poor little lady on the floor she thinks she is happy sitting on the floor singing singing singing sweet songs, the melody pure and true people don't worry about a thing every little thing gonna be all there they go again. thinking they "think" no they "thing" no they they won't cooperate didn't they ever watch sesame street or mister rogers or didn't they ever do anything important? don't they have the expirience of faces and more faces, peoples noses and eyelashes and haven't they seen asphalt, sand, dirt water grass haven't they taken out more trash than this? and they still won't stop. they won't stop until i break the keybo i won't break the keyboard. this is my message to you people don't worry gonna be all right she sings softly and happily wiggles her toes in the raw egg
NumberTwoEightyEight she sings softly and tries not to think about the next line of the poem. thinking never got her anywhere just accusations of over analyzing. thinking never made her happy. it just prolonged the memories. she would rather give her fingers free reign and let her thoughts follow the notes of the song that someone else had to think about. singing never let her down. it never left her it never required her to furrow her brow and thinkthinkthink she's thinking now, too much, her fingers still and her throat stops. silence is the bane of her existence, and thinking, makes her quiet. (and now she hopes nobody will stop and read and think about what she just wrote.) she refuses to delete words she hopes her fingers won't ever still she prays that her voice will go on forever and wishes she knew how to make this poem stop. Save The Last Dance 289
Save the last dance
you said you would.
Save it with your
arms
&
grace.
Save it with your own two hands,
your
body
mind
&
soul.
Just save it
do it for me.
Go on forever
and never let me go,
never let me out of sight.
Keep me in your arms and hands forever
but i will still be happy if you just
save the last dance for me.
NumberTwoNinety I've never seen you dance but I bet if I did you'd be whirling ,spinning, laughing and I'd miss bits of you because you were going fast, way too fast, all arms and grace and salty sweat ,the bottoms of your feet beating out the rhythm you hear in your bones.
(TwoNineOne) twirling 300
I've never seen you dance,
its amazing.
It makes me stop and look back.
It makes me wanna go with you
/forever./
I've never seen you dance before
till now.
What a treat this is cuz
your dancing babe
your
dancing
with
me.
#292 this moment it makes me wanna go with you forever even though i don't know where even though forever will never end it makes me catch my breath it makes me smile it makes me wanna drink you like sex on the beach it makes me stupid and i will leave all my words forever i will leave all i know forever and leave all i will learn forever for this moment cuz when it is over i will be alone forever ~jenny TwoNineThree forever isn't as long as you thought, was it? only a little more than a year or two and we all know how fast those go by. why, you are gone now, you who tried forever on for size last year and found it a bit big, you know exactly how long a year is i'm sure. and now that this part of forever has gone by what do you have? i've memorized my social security number. and now that you know exactly how long forever is will you still take as much time to park your car every morning?
294 I've memorized my Social. Security. Number. A sumptuous victory over Chaos. And yet still I spin....................... I've memorized my Social. Security. Number. I feel better now. Don't. You? -Emerie Two Ninety-Five Chaos. My brain is having a tantrum. Whining, pouting, crying, wheedling, pleading, on the floor. Pathetic. "I wanna know everything!" Stomp. "It will be fuuun."(Wheedle) "Come on, here," (the sound of my brain rutting through it's closet for some Schopenhauer, Neitzsche, Plato, and Buber De Vaca Freud.) Wait brain, wait. What would it be like to know everything? Seeing with no eyes? Tasting with no mouth? Smelling with no nose? Feeling with no form? Thinking with no brain? (Chaos disappears, I finish typing this, and take my brain out mushroom hunting)
296 a confusing poem i wounder what it would be like to fall into your head live there for a bit then move out What would it be like to know everything? because thats you right there you think you know everything you think you can tuch anything and drag your mouth over life but how wrong you are i will show you when i live there for a bit
Two Nine Six (got pasted over) (Mushroom hunting) You were I wondered What were you doing? The faint sort of feeling when you know someone's doing something they really shouldn't But you ignore it Anyway I was just a lilymaid that day Looking too intense, as I always do...damme me... I looked for you I looked for you The lilymaid looked for you She still looks for you. ~thunderr TwoNinetySeven? I looked for you. I looked everywhere. I couldn't figure out where you had gone. Then I remembered. you were never here to begin with. it was only a dream. a wonderful beautiful dream, that disappeared with the buzz of the alarm clock. I dive back into bed, and try to go back to sleep. try to bring the dream back. because dreaming of you is much nicer than being awake alone.
TwoNinetyEight We only sipped our words and looked over the brims In case we didn't like the answers we might have had to face (that might have been our first mistake) Someday you're going to forgive her And where will that leave me? We never tiptoed through the hardest parts But we weren't as careful as we could be (that might have been our first mistake) You used to want to be a poet And I envied you for your ambition And then you burned and shunned all your poetry books You said it left too much room for discussion (that might have been your first mistake) I think maybe I should have looked closer And tried to see it through your view And we had more rages than happy endings And I never told you that I did really love you (that might have been my first mistake)
TwoNinetyNine your eyes left too much room for discussion bigger in the darkness pulling inward and your mouth did nothing to push the silence away with unfinished sentences yes, i know what you meant i can figure out what it all means and yet it all was not enough to fill your eyes or maybe it's just that they are too full already with something that cannot be pushed away
300 with something that cannot be pushed away I become scared, confused and tired I sit feeling empty I know I am not, but when it gets to be too much I overflow then I feel empty. You ask me why I am the way I am I cannot say... I'm just empty with nothing else to care about you try and change that, saying you care but if you care you'll let me be because I know one day I will be alive again -jekissa NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 4 times, last edited on June 1, 2001 by ::ffff:64.33.161.3. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
