Please Stop - poem
Current mood: bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Won't somebody please stop

this pounding

in my head?

It's counting

out the miles

between us two.

Won't somebody please stop

the rain

pattering the leaves?

It's washing

out the green

to make me blue.

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poem - Any Old Man - to my Grandpa John
Current mood: bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry

My gorgeous Grandpa died on the 16/05/08. His funeral is on Saturday and my grandma asked me to write a poem for the service. I'm already crying so who knows what I'll be like on the day.

It's pretty simple but it's not written for credit or some evoking a particular emotion... it's a shared memory of a wonderful man, sorely missed!

Any Old Man – to my Grandpa John

Some old men are grumpy

Some old men are sad

but my Grandpa was gentle

and gave all he had

to the people who loved him;

all those he loved back.

Some old men totter

along as they moan

but he plodded with purpose

around his bungalow home

while he doted on Peggie

with a patience of stone.

Some old men are selfish,

some nostalgic or cynics

but Grandpa would smile

and with a glint and a kiss

he'd lighten a burden,

with no opportunity missed.

Increasing numbers

are what make men old

but inside John's aging body

was a charmer with a young

fella's soul.

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Metronome - poem - rewrite
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Keep your pace

as black velvet covers,

caresses your skin;

fingers of the wind.

Your hands stretch out;

searching, twisting,

desperately hoping…

The silence pounds.

Fantasies blur to grey,

as lights suddenly strobe,

head aches, ears reach out

to the pounding drum.

Stressing, straining

to peel back the black.

Is there anything worth seeing?

Bass reverberates

bringing a roar of sound

smell and the constant

longing;

hands stretch out…

If only she were closer

maybe you could catch her,

test the snare and measure

your beat to her rhythm.

All those hands are good for is stretching.

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Walking Through the Woods - a new poem - a new style...
Current mood: excited
Category: Writing and Poetry

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These aspects:

blackberry brambles

choke

saplings and hawthorn

bushes; dense,

tripping

roots

of spiny trees

that poke

rain holes

in clouds,

stripped

by winter's

wandering

whip.

She cackles

'You can keep

your nest on.'

These aspects make

the roofless shed

seem washed

upon a tide

of tangles.

Ivy climbs

the clinging moss

and reaches

out

to the naked frame

of a tethered

vintage

Beetle.

Its bonnet gasps

in screaming shame,

faded primrose

curling

up in pain.

These aspects

illustrate

the state

of a long forgotten

wood.

Fungi fashion

patterns

the fallen

branches

that disintegrate

as I stumble

through the marsh.

The barbed wire fence

should have fallen

yet stands,

twisted

with more snares

than should be there.

These aspects

illustrate

the state

of my mind.

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Brown Paper - Poem
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hey guys, I really appreciate you checking out my work, especially as I've been away so long. I feel twice as bad as I have no time to check out all your blogs so it makesyou reading this twice as special. Cheers, it means a lot...

C x

Brown Paper

A brown

paper

roll

Don't rip

Tear

no holes

Wrap

tightly

Adhere

Paper

brown

Fold

Smooth

down

edges

Keep

precious

protected

Fold me

in brown

paper

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Crimson Blasts - poem
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Laughter

taps

my window

as a couple

scurries

past.

The distance

echoes

shrieks

with gold,

green, crimson

blasts.

Voices

rise with

rockets

crossing

the bleak

sky,

I hold

my breath,

lay back

and squeeze

closed

my eye.

The background

pops

and rat-tat-ats,

a boom,

it shakes

my bed.

The shrieks

turn

into screaming

of the injured,

lost,

and dead.

I rise

to tape

the windows,

to extinguish

treacherous

light.

I sleep

down

in the cellar

while fire

claims

the night .

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Wonderful Love - poem
Current mood: crushed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Wonderful Love: to be intoned with a hint of melancholy

What a wonderful thing is love

You with fly and you will fight

You will defend with all your might

You will smile and you will sigh

But most of all you will cry

What a wonderful thing is love

Your heart will bend and it will break

Your heart will bleed until it aches

Your eyes will shine with tears of joy

For gracious girl, beloved boy

What a wonderful thing is love

To hug, to kiss, to caress and so to miss

To fall into their open arms

Or risk the trip into some harm

What a wonderful thing is love

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Recently - poem
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Recently

I've been

Frozen

Like a flower

Within arthritic glacier

As silent

As the waves sound

To a fish

Within the crushing black

A turbulent bird

Tossed

Upon the ebb

Of my emotions

A raincloud

With a reason

To flood

On concrete scarring

Now words

Form a therapy

Brushed along

A silken sheet

Or dancing

On a new breeze

Formed by lips

Warmed by breath

Contained within a gesture

To release me

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I Went Away - poem
Current mood: excited
Category: Writing and Poetry

I went away for a while, but I didn't 'fit' so I came home. This poems away from my usual style but I think it reflects how I felt there, not only lyrically, but by using a jolted form and language.

I Went Away

This town talks of my friendship,

Of stolen teenage kisses,

Ice cream licks, sandcastles,

Seaside dreams and wishes.

I'd mould my friendships

Like the sand.

Emotions ebb and flow

As the turning tide

Seeps my youth deeper

Into the surrounding land.

And the wind embraced

Me freely during

A quest for independence,

Familiarity formed the granite rocks

As a change transcended.

Now the walls are hard and raw,

Cold and unfamiliar.

The road's uneven to my steps

As I search for a comfy crevice,

But faces are strange,

Something's changed

And it's pushing me away.

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whore in the dirt - poem
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

Shit on me / swear at me / spit on me blood

Mangle me / murder me / spray me with mud

Batter me / bludgeon me / beat me to death

Cry at me / kick at me / cum on my chest

Piss on me / painfully / pervert your play

Dice with me / dick in me / it's a deadly day

Fight with me / fuck with me / a fickle flirt

Who are you / how am I / Whore in the dirt

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Love is the Kitchen - poem
Current mood: loved
Category: Writing and Poetry

Love is the Kitchen

Love is the grease trap

Love is the spoon

Love is the system

That keeps the room cool

Love is the brush

Love is the crumbs

Love is the sucking

Of juice off our thumbs

Love is the freezer

Storing our food

Love is mashed potato

And the mountains we build

Love is the caress

Of the pastry I hold

Love is the kettle

Love is the scald

Love is the fork

Aiding the knife

Love is the poking

Love is the slice

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Quizzes...
Current mood: lazy
Category: Quiz/Survey

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Your Power Bird is a Cardinal

You believe that each day is precious, and you spend your times as best as you can. You see the wonder in small things, and you are often content with what you have. You life an interesting, colorful life - and you bring color to those around you. Confident and expressive, you believe you know how to live a good life. You're living it!

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You Communicate With Your Body

This isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means that you're a "touchy-feely" person. You need a lot of affection in your life. And for you, this means both giving and receiving little touches. Warm hearted, you bond with people easily. In fact, you often feel a little sad when you're not in the company of others. A little moody, you tend to be controlled by your emotions. But a bit hug always comforts you!

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What Your Soul Really Looks Like

.. You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life. You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds. You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true. Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now. For you, falling in love is all about flirting and feeling playful. You couldn't fall in love with someone who took life too seriously.

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You Are 64% Brutally Honest

.. Most of the time, you tell it like it is. Even if it's hard for people to hear. Sometimes you hold back though, because you never want your honesty to be hurtful.

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20 Different Kinds of Calm - poem with an apology
Current mood: busy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hey guys. Thanks to all those who will comment on this poem. I've been totally lax keeping up with my subscriptions - totally coveredin 20 different kinds of college work at the moment. This poem eased my insomnia last night though so thanks again, even for checking it out.

C x

20 Different Kinds of Calm

Outside it's quiet

covered in 20 different

kinds of calm;

birds sleep

as yet there's no

sunshine cause

for their alarm.

The quietest of

these past gone nights;

the rain has pounded

closed my eyes,

the wind has blasted

branches through

all of my dreams.

Nature sleeps

while cars glide

along distant roads

like a moonless tide.

Clockwork measures

the night. The fight

continues between

awake and asleep.

Cloth rumbles,

pen scratches,

My breath whistles

down my nose.

I've never known

a night so still;

covered in 20 different

kinds if calm,

emphasising my energy.

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The Mind on Duty - poem
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Mind on Duty

she hides behind her paperwork

to type away the time

she drowns herself in washing up

to forget that last goodbye

she scrubs away dead follicles

and the wine stain on the floor

while the flax gets drunk on suds

'til she thinks of him no more

she walks from bed to window sill

feet scuffing up the floor

she teases ends of unbrushed hair

and pads towards the door

she swivels on her black desk chair

finger drawing in some dust

she thinks of nothing as her mind

is something she can't trust

for if she lets it rest a while

throughout her jittery day

she finds her concentration

is untrained and so will stray

and that sudden lapse, pause for

breath makes her feel betrayed;

he's many miles from her

yet he'll never go away

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I Should - poem
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

I should be howling

Like a wolf with an axe

In it's back

Away from the pack;

Shadow elongated in the

Cold moon light.

I should be shivering

Like a man, naked

On the ice

Skin turning blue

As the wind drives the snow

Deeper into his flesh.

I should be crying

Like a baby left abandoned

On a step;

Helpless and perplexed,

Reaching out for the comfort

Of strong and warming arms.

I should be scared

Like a soldier, hand

Upon a hilt, knowing

He could be killed

If he breaks

From his formation.

I should be bending

Like a flower, isolated

In the suffocating grasses

Of African heat,

Beaten by the sunshine

As it takes away the moisture.

I should be calling

Out your name, suffering

With pain with the thousands

Of miles between us.

I know I will see you again;

So I smile.

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