StP Poetry Compilation

[sandpaper cowboy]

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[sandpaper cowboy]

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[Odin]

Beachhead:


We have a destination
A beautiful lonely beach
Scattered with sharp edged ordinance
Glittering in clear cast starlight
Where without any fright.
We walk along skipping questions of whats right
So in your minds clear skies sight echos
This rusted metal heaven
A Bursting yet empty
Astronomical constellation
Where ground scraps of rusty sea salt steel outnumber my count of seven
And then remember
My minds lyrical member
So you shall
Watch your step
Where you tread
Through
Histories desolation
On an empty stretch
Of sandy bed
When death tolls
Shall remind you
That once a Hell
Of seaside grains stained Bloody Red.
Existed for a time
On this lonely beachhead

ODin

Reposted from another thread few weeks ago. ;d

 

[sandpaper cowboy]

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[sandpaper cowboy]

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[Badly Drawn Girl]

He wrote his dreams down backwards so that he would not miss a thing.

But then he'd send them to me that way,
all mismatched, and fucked up,
eternally opposite,
leading to the beginning
the moment of falling fast
asleep.

Have you ever read a letter back to front?
So it starts from the goodbye, the love, the yours, or sincerely, or since early,
which is the whole point of the letter anyway.
You work your way up
thru family news, weather pleasantries, hello greetings, finally the date.

Like stopping sex.
Sex stopping.
You refrain holding hands, from clasping to fingertips
to hugs with cheeks and noses touching towards pretending to be asleep first, to hugs
and lastly to the tiny wave, so much like the first that drew you in;
"Why yes, it's you, hello, you've finally come."

Like hearing a great book report on a novel and its ending.
You buy the book, start from the start, edge towards what you know.
Though in this particular example you don't mind much, you're just grateful, and ready.

Much like it being April
yet we know the summer already.
Later, we'll tell it,
"We rode bicycles, we were very poor
there was so much to say."

 

[Jaguwar]

BDG what a terrific opening line! I literally sat up straighter. I personally can think of nothing to critique.

 

[sandpaper cowboy]

Hey great job!
And Yay! that somebody else is sharing their poetry!

 

[Badly Drawn Girl]

Thank you. I'm glad you both liked it. Here is another short one to leave things off with. I hope others will share more.

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Afterwards I ride to the lake,
deserted, which is insane considering the heat:
a living thing - early August, nearly unreal.
I don't jump so much as fall in.
This is sex to me now. This is the new nothing.
Weightless, feeling the cold water
close in around me I shut my eyes, kick deeper
until everything is dark and soundless like death.

That was before you turned to me years later
in the rain, in a different city,
almost apologizing
after so much had gone wrong between us,
saying,
I'll never forgive you. Nothing is forgiven.

 

[Odin]

Wish
I don't wish to be known for my art...
I don't wish to be another man apart...
I burn brightly yet my image imprints
A shadow that treads lightly...
So I smile.
Delicately... standing here
Rightly... maybe
I am a man searching for the everlasting light...
Superstitious and righteous ideas
Wondering...
Whats right?
Even in sight of shadows deep pretentious
Horrible might
And so
Though my thoughts reflect
A supernova blinding bright...
I stay sanguine
And see
A given example
Van Gogh's tortured emotional hight.
We wake up...
Eyes breaking open
My lovers blinding sight.

 

[sandpaper cowboy]

I think I catch your meaning, or one of them anyway.

 

[CelticWanderer]

Cataracts have grown over my eyes.
Blinding me from the gorgeous tragedy
That bestows wandering winds to my moored soul.

Suffering and freedom on the East coast.
Pines call to me like a mother
Searching for her lost young.
Desperate and warm.

Lounging in the decay and sap filtered light,
I find myself.
I am calloused fingers searching for scratch and song.
A vagabond of soft heart and pernicious wrongs.

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Crystals to my cranium.
Crepuscular rays in my hair
Vagrant is how I'd like to be.

 

[Odin]

Take my embers all my ashes...
Toss them in the forge
Press and hammer a dark diamond sword
Throw me past the moon and stars...
Far beyond the darkest sky.
A Never ending journey
Seen through reflections
In my metal memories from afar.
The Darkest Burning star.

first draft. never the final.

haha....

Odin... ::bookworm::


Edit it thrice..?? ,,, no bo more like a dozen times...

 

[Jaguwar]

Love the sentiment, trips up in the rhythm a little bit on line 4, somehow. Maybe just
"Shoot me past the moon and stars" ?

 

[Odin]

I'm so ADHD even with my own mind... already modified..... but I feel my muse fading... so I let it lie.

 

[Jaguwar]

Ah I know she can be fickle... let it be then.

 

[Corinne]

sitting here on highway 49
the other side of the border
holds the life i left behind
with an accent too thick to comprehend
i found my voice in music
singing melodies of a home once had
and a love nearly chased across the continent
the road is full of uncertainty
as well as adventure
for wanderlust, there is no cure
2,000 miles to go
but my eyes wont stay open
my mind keeps a roamin
and hopin...
to be reunited with kin

while crossing over
they searched me high and low
and then pulled over by popo
he said this aint a race
i said sir im just tryna get home
can you give a girl a break?
so i wake up at a truck stop
boil up some rice
rain rinses the dirt right off my back
feels kinda nice
dreads blow in the wind
rock music fades out
replaced by songs of trucks and beer
guess im in hick town now
scenery changes yet again
from deserts to corn fields
temptation to pull over
and forage up a meal
here i am, on the road again...

 

[Audra C]

White Lights

White lights, dark nights.
Your face keeps me awake well past midnight.
We can tell ourselves it'll all be fine
but I think that's just a lie to keep our spirits alive

I don't believe there's beauty in pain
if there is I can't see it.
And I know that there is a sun after it rains,
but I don't want to believe it.

White lights reflecting in my eyes
while all of our memories dance around in my mind.
Headlights shining from both sides,
these nights always end in long drives.

And I regret all these decisions I've made,
but I can't change them.
And I've given so much of myself away,
but I'd probably do it again.

White lights shining from gas station signs
It wasn't enough simply saying goodbye.
Maybe there's no closure for the people you leave behind
Ask me again as the weeks go by.

I expect nothing out of time,
but that doesn't mean I won't try.
White lights, dark nights.
Burn out so I can close my eyes.

 

[Johny]

Manic depression
Suicidal aggression
Oh God please make the pain go away
Flash of death,alcohol breath
Bullet speeding car blows them all away
No anticipation of recreation, I don't wanna go to heaven or he'll
Stey put here in my rage, rage in my cell
Blood bleeds out of my heart and into my grave,I drowned eternally, I drown in my rage.