Well thank you for sharing your fly poem. That was pretty good.

I spoke upon a staggered wall
my words they went unheeded
I tried to get my message through
I thought that it was needed

The winds they blew the grass did grow
the water from the brook did flow
I looked out at the world apart
until my eyes grew tired

I wondered why a man as I continued to make sense

The lovely yellow rose of spring still pricks me when I grasp
the winter's ice still burns my tounge
the flagpole I'm stuck fast

A word or two sung to deaf ears can make an awful sound
Step off that stool your standing on
place your ear on the ground

And listen to the sound of nil
as you are whisked around

Simply breath taking my dear friend! ;)
I anxiously await your next work of art that your pen and hand so beautifully scribe.

A jar of equilibrium won’t get me off this slide,
what a wicked twisted time I’ve had upon this ride

This road is crooked as the rear leg of a big green frog,
my hazy mind is blocked and I can’t see through all this smog

A wink from you is all that I can conjure at this moment,
the danger of my thinking is that I enjoy this torment

The nucleus of my problem is mired in indecision,
looking for a way to find a key to my new prison

The answer lies within my soul to seek may be to find,
Opening up and asking for might just relieve my bind

I really like this. It is a deep from the soul piece of work.
I can draw many different feelings and interpretations from it. I like it when I can do that and you seem to have a knack for that. ;)
~Angel~

Refreshing sameness twists me round
like a seesaw in the ground

Looking up the time is new
all the while my thoughts are you

Listening to the sweet birds sound
peace and hope is what Iv'e found

Precious ticks they seem so few
the sky's a wondrous shade of blue

My fate's no longer sealed or bound
like a new born baby hound

The twinkle in your eye's a clue
stuck to you I am like glue

Stepping to the pitchers mound
happy times have got me wound

Enjoying this I want to do
I hope you all can see it too

Hit upside my bloody head
I taste the two by four

Words can sting just like a bee
this Iv'e learned for me

Speak the way you will be heard
try not to be rude

Words that come from your inside
is where you will reside

The visual this draws in my minds eye is somehow comical....I guess it's that morbid sense of humor we someimes possess.

Anyway, great work as usual my friend!
~Angel~

Kung fu grip has got my balls
twisting till they bleed

Dragging ass while plodding on
the crack seems wider still

Limping as the day grows long
I take my final breath

And watch the sun fall down to earth
as nighttime smacks me round

Today I woke up still alive
I watched the sunrise from behind

I looked to see you laying there
meshed in your dreams without a care

I brushed my hand upon your cheek
a smile from you whilst you still sleep

I'm gone to work with dreams of you
the love we've found still seems so new

I REALLY like this line. :)

:)

The dreary dark and gloomy state
Is where my heart is from
The sunny warm and happy place
Is where it wants to run
A glimpse of what it could be like
Is all it took to yearn
Finding what I need for me
Is what I'd like to learn
The wonder of a happy life
Seems oh so strange to me
Holding hands and chasing bees
I've had a slice of free
An apple every day is nice
Why can't I have the pie
The love embedded in those eyes
I think a while and sigh

Well, there you go again...you caught me off guard and started those little wet droplets that come from my eyes.
Thank you for sharing. ;)

"I've had a slice of free"

nice line, man.

I really liked that last poem ( i like all your poems though)
But the last one was really honest , It showed a feeling that I can relate too.

Thanks guys, your comments mean a lot to me.

nice stuff...i like the flow of it.

Thank you. It means more than anyone knows when I get responses on my stuff.

I climbed atop a tree one day
and watched the birds fly by
The wonder of the way they soared
made me close my eyes
Begining to float off myself
I let go of this life
and rode upon a silver cloud
as worries passed me by
Enjoying my new found freedom
I journeyed through the skies
Looking for a way to find
peace and love and nice
I saw a little lady stop
and give a child a hand
Tis then I knew what I must do
was such a simple plan
I climbed down from the twisted tree
and put myself to work
I held my hand out and my heart
Tried not to be a jerk
Today the peace and love of us
somehow begins with me
and if I do my little part
I know that I am free

I sang a song of sad repose
whilst sitting on a stile
I clamoured for an audience
then mummered for a while
I wanted to tell my tall tales
to all that lent an ear
But all that wanted to hear me
were drowning in their beer
I closed my mouth and kept it in
while all the while enraged
the acts put forth from my hatred
put me inside a cage
I walked around till I was tired
a circle in the paint
I told of how I was done wrong
Of how I was a saint
I prayed to god for patience love
and constant understanding
Bubba walked in and said to me
we're sharing this here landing
I guess next time I'll have to say
I'll watch what I ask for
And look upon the mirror first
before I close the door

Absolutely splendid! :D
You speak so well from the soul.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful gift with us! ;)

Lost in a trance, like in a dream
things are'nt what they really seem
Spinning round, my heads a top
why can't I make this all just stop
Thoughts won't quit, my minds a blur
I wish my foot would stop it's birr
Pictures flash, hung on my wall
why can't I end this blinding thrall
Flowers bloom, in other meadows
thinking of how it once was
Faceless faces, looking through
all the time, searching for you
Moments pass, kept in my mind
days go by, time to unwind
In my grasp, I let it slip
shaking slowly, I've lost my grip
Todays the day to make things right
although things don't look very bright
One step a time, walking over
searching for my four leaf clover
On the leaf, I hope to find
a glowy worm, one of a kind

As a tear falls, I thank you for sharing.

Very nice work. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks

Chilly frost of winters morn,
no more summer dew
Leaves turn bright and fall upon
the snow that looks so new
Fires blaze and warm our hands
we laugh and sing our tunes
October nights in the cornfields
the maze of harvest moons
Sledding down a frozen hill
the time we spend together
Freezing cold with hearts of warmth
The lovely winter weather

Sunset means sunrise for some
I'm starting where the others done
The moon casts off an eerie glow
reflecting off the chilling snow
To one that see's a garbage dump
I see a wallet nice and plump
We see things different that are same
What they say is in a name
Today I choose to see the light
Where others can see only night
My life has formed a twisted tale
The tears could fill a giants pail
I use them to shower me with
This has been my journeys pith
Hand in hand I walk the miles
Embracing all my newfound trials
To you I may seem but a joke
It's time to take off that dark cloak
Inhale this life and breathe the air
Live life like you have no care
Today may be the last were here
Fill it full of love and cheer

Snowflakes dancing in the light
Thankful for the gift of sight
To see what god has given me
The wonder of a colbat sea
I view the valley far below
City lights give off a glow
Images burned into my mind
I think about the man whos blind

Nice work! I very much like the one about winter.

You never, EVER cease to amaze me. I look forward to reading what you write and venturing into your world. Have I told you lately you are the King?....You are the king! :D
Thank you for keeping on. ;)

And thank you for commenting on my stuff :)

Today I will walk with my head held up high
Today is tomorrow of yesterdays time
I woke and I looked at the reflection of me

No regrets as I smiled

A goal that I have is to wake and to say
Yesterday's choices were ones that I made
I'm free from the chain's that once consumed me

i like your work, keep the train going

I will, thanks

The cold concrete is where I sleep
A choice I made now mine to keep
The days seem longer when I ride
I'm looking for a place to hide
The trains whistle keeps me blue
When my thoughts turn back to you
This drug I drink helps me to run
Sometimes I wish I had a gun
I look to find an instant cure
My thoughts no longer seem so pure
A new town maybe it's the one
I pray somehow this will be done

And a darkness peeks from within. Good writing my friend. I think many can relate to this! ;)

WOW, I really like this one.

your writing is quiet enjoyable, thank you for your inspiration and the sharing of your talents. you have many poems that I have enjoyed experienceing

Thanks Chauncey, I really appericate it.

Thats funny, she said with a smile,
its not that funny
We looked at each other with a sad
repose, as we looked away
It hurts me to hurt your feelings,
as tears wet the dry riverbed
Alone when I'm with you,
or so it seems
We hold hands and whistle
instead
The shrill ringing sound that echo's
throughout, my soft shoulder topper
is dead
The clang of the bell is all that I
hear
As I walk toward the left edge
Funny you say, that which you have said,
I listen to you mime the words
And hum to myself, as I often do
my sanity's kept to myself
A joke told to one, that one that is lone
I laugh and they wonder what of
A thing that was lost, can never be found,
I search just to have it to do

This is very good, as usual! I love the last four lines in particular, it always seems like I can relate so well to your words.
Thanks for sharing.

Thank you Minx :)

Blasted out the smokin barrell
A bullet runnin from the gun
Movin fast as greased lighting
Hit the wall and then I'm done

Disarm hurts I pulled a muscle
Damned if I can find a cure
Legs a wobbling when I walk
Heart is broken minds a blur
Lucid I are in a memory
Day seems cloudy when I talk
When the one thats broke is mended
Pockets full of nothing more

That last one is quite sureal, and I loved it

I really like that last one. You are very talented!

Thanks guys, your comments mean a lot to me

The Burial of the Dead
 

April is the kindest month. Mixing
rainwater with winter grass, browned
by the forgotten snow and cold. There
is warmth in the water now, and dust
is no longer charging fear into the old dead sockets
left by ice displacement.
A skull in ground, and not a care left in my mind.
And not a care left in my mind.

The lake was shimmering, sure. Also,
the breeze cooled my overwarm skin, but
the flashes of heat from your eye never quite left
the impression you had hoped.
The following winter’s blizzard chilled
every last bit of you from me.
Hope springs eternal, they say.

I never had hoped for a miracle.
I wasn’t dissappointed.

thanks for sharing

Nice

Thanks von

The fog rolls in
I see but I am blind
I hear a muffled cry
I feel numb
The sun trys to hide
The cold wraps around me
The wind whispers my name
The nightmare continues

Re: The Burial of the Dead
 

A bit opposite of "Wasteland", eh?

A smile is born, from deep inside
It brews and warms my chest
It flows up from my crinkled toes
And runs along my arms
It climbs upon it's shoulder perch,
and runs toward my face
It hits me smack dab in the middle
Tis then I show my teeth
I thank you all for giving me
A Happy Birthday wish

It has been a while since I have visited lit and your thread. Please forgive my lack of response to your absolutely wonderful work. You make me PROUD dear sweet friend of mine. Thank you for sharing so much of you here and IRL. You are a true gem and a gift to all who get the pleasure of having you as part of their life.
BTW: The Burial of the Dead....WOW! I can't begin to express how that made me feel. Very impressive indeed. Keep it up! ;)

Stillborn... good catch. I used that line as a sort of a springboard for my poem. And thanks for your kind words, Angel.

Tree of a Wasted Life
 

Trees grow so slow that you don’t even notice
when they finally stop reaching upwards
and rest, content, waiting for the fall.
Waiting for their offspring to take root
they pray silently. All the while
getting only fatter.

You are welcome RoboBlaster. However, I must be honest and say that I hadn't realized it was someone else's work, I thought it was J.R.V.A.'s.
BUT, it is really good, enough so that I would recommend you start your own thread where people can read your stuff and reply directly to you. Your work certainly is worth it's own place. :)

My own thread, eh? Perhaps I shall do just that. Maybe I'll start with BOTD

I see red, and it soothes me
The color of money is greed
Blue is a day where the sun shines
White seems to free me of need
A yellow rose bud makes me queasy
A black heart was burned the last time
Pink panties get me excited
And purple boots help me to climb
A rainbow is filled with all colors
I look at one and sit and smile
Emotions remembered once doormant
These colors make my life worthwile

Nice work, as usual! I very much like your line "The color of money is greed".
Well done!

*bump*

Your work is worthy of viewing often...so I'm bumping it up top. ;)
Can't be having you fall off to the second page!

Thanks for sharing your work!

Thanks to both of you. It is very awe inspiring to get praise from two such as you. Sorry I havent ben around for a while, With the holidays and the new house, I am trying to squeeze 26 hours into a day. Will be here more soon

If you looked closely, you could see the corner of his mouth
It was the only indication there was a part of him missing
It wasn't like a man who had lost his leg, or arm, It was something different
The smile that once covered his face, was still there, but one corner would not turn up
Try as he may, he couldn't make it do it
It may have been the years of toil, or maybe innocence lost,
or the childhood, maybe none of those
Somehow it seemed it would always be there, he was known for it
When people would speak of him, they would comment on it
He did a good job of being he
A piece of him was missing
If you looked close, you could see

With eyes and heart wide open...I can see the missing piece.
Your words took my breath away. You have the most amazing gift my friend. You inspire me.
Thank you for you. ;)

I very much like this last one.
You do have a wonderful talent and I find I relate to your words so easily.
I look forward to the next one!

THANNKS MINX :)

You wake up and your still there

What a bitch you think, as you
look down at the mirror

Today was supposed to be the day,
you wonder what went worng

You fumble for your feelers

Another day, another way,
Deja vu might work today

Tingling toes release the pain,
and soothe away the heat

The smell you taste will tell the tale,
and rush along your haste,
Succeding in the failed attempt
to see and hear your fate

The tangled world of addiction.
You captured it well my friend.
This says so much between the lines.
Great work as always.
~Angel~

Thanks for the kind words

Your sentiment of sediment is rudimentary
Extolling loquacity you sporadically loom in me
Proposing propisititions predisposes perplexity,
propititious as an army ant, sailing out to sea.
Lopped upon the looking glass, it seems to be the key
The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems,
adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories
To filch away another day,bequeaths a quality,
of prophecy when harvestmen, crawl beneath the trees

After disecting and digesting your work, more than once, it amazes me that you can write something that at first boggles my mind with it's complexity and once understood and felt, boggles my mind with awe and my heart with wonder. You impress me.

Thanks all, I really enjoy reading your responses, almost as much as I enjoy writing

My spine starts to shiver when I think of you
remembering days and times that werent blue
A walk in the park brought me from the dead
a twinkle inside from the words that you said
A heart noer pure encompassing time
a heart that I wished was somehow still mine
My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more

'My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more'

I like this very ryhtmic style, and the imagery is nice an emo'.

'The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems,
adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories'

I like this especially, but the rest of that piece i thought was a little contrived. I love the word 'sumptious' too, and the theme of differing perception (that i presume is intentionally) lent to the piece by 'as it seems' is evocative. Nice!

Oh my, you have always had what it takes to tug on my heart strings!
Nice work my sweet friend.
:icare:

We go on

The look of knowing in our eyes
The words twixt two are no surprise

We hold within our trembling hands
A world of dreams and pending plans

We wonder why the days roll on
to soon we know they will be gone

"If only" plagues our weary souls
we ponder times of different roles

On we go today again,
a smile perhaps we'll somehow feign

A step to take a thousand flights
we look toward our guiding light

I enjoy how you utalize rhyming paterns. Your poems always flow so smoothly.

This entire poem reaches far into my heart and soul but this specific line has such a deep rooted connection that I continue to read it again and again.

Thank you my dear sweet friend, for all you have been and continue to be to me and my life. Thank you for being a constant, never failing me. :icare:

And by the way...it's about time you put something new here! :D

S~
you have grown so much since I first read you.

keep on

Thanks Quasi

Drink me like the morning dew,
that gathers on a rose
Look at me with loving eyes,
like sunshine to the dawn
Hold me like you would a child,
your fingers through my hair
Give me love and let me know,
how much you really care

Look into my eyes and what do you see
Do you see me looking away or looking through
Inside I hide a lonely man trying to break free
Looking for a place to hide
Conflicting feelings help me up,
then drop me on the ground
I try to ressurecte a happy boy that I once knew
But something tells me that he's gone,
In this life he is through
Something else tells me he's here,
Be happy for the day
I search and search for answers to these questions I have found
Believing is what keeps me here,
and also keeps me bound
Look into my jaded eyes and tell me what you see
Hold my hand and tell me I am who I try to be

Eyes tearing as I watch my small child,
Enjoying the day no cares to be found.


I have a very close bond with my daughters.
This one really touched me....
thank you

Thanks :)
I have 2 daughters also

I remember summer time,
L azy days gone by
O h how we could waste the day
V anished with the past
E very time I look at you,
Y esterdays my last
O nce I held you in my arms
U nder a full moon
A s the day whispers away
L onging for your touch
W ishing for another taste,
A nswering my crutch
Y es I know todays the day I should say to you
S o long thanks for everything, I love you so much

Damn you....I just spent an hour and a half reading your stuff.......but it was worth it.


You amaze.....please continue to do so.

Fuckin a....Thank you so much It amazes me that anyone reads my stuff anymore :)

Haha, don't be so amazed. I like whateverthey're called poems that, you know, have a message from the first letter...normally they're not pulled off very well, but that last one could have easily been a quality normal poem. So bravo!

There are still a few of us that hang around the literature board, and although I haven't been as active in writing and reading, I have been checking in on your work from time to time. It's amazing!

Thanks much... your such a nice guy :)

I think about the morning dew
that glistens in your eyes
Of how the way you look at me
a lonely sad surprise
Once we had a lovely way
to know what each was thinking
now we wish we were away
our happiness is fleeting
Our love was lost a long a long,
and twisting cobbled road
The searching somehow for it now
a far to heavy load
The tears you shed should be
the tears of joy and hapiness
Not the tears of loneliness,
sorrow and regress
Someday we will look back on,
our love and have a smile,
Remembering the times we had,
always were worthwile

The long and icy fingers waft
out through my speaker grill
Grasping hold of my hard heart,
it wails a lonley shrill
The channel changer seems to
put me to the same old song
Every tune reminds me that,
today your really gone
The day I die I wish sometimes,
to come to me today,
Thinking of the things I did,
and always did'nt say
Sing a song of happiness
of joy and hope and love
Sing it in another room,
Right now mine is all gone

:(So sad. :thumbsup:Good job!

Thanks :)

I sway with the numbness my mind is a blur
All of the while I seem to be blue
A droplet of blood falls I feel just a prick
Winding up dead might just do the trick
Below's where I'm hiding I follow the sound
Loving this pain a new wave I've found
Letting go now might just be to easy
I've grown quite accustomed to feeling this sleazy
Blaming myself for all of the woes
Depression is great when thats how it goes
If snapping is nice then let me be me
Holding on tight might just be the key
The grasp of it's grip has got me wound tight
A look at myself may give me a fright
The sponge soaks me in as I run for some more
My foot is stuck tight as I won't close the door
A web of deciet spun tighter than one
Whatever I've left I sure feel it none
Hope is a place I lost when I ran
From to a small boy that slammed into a man
A spark from a flame burnt me through to the core
Feeling alright has been gone I am sure
I look to the lake to remind me of you
A taste's all I get of insanity's stew
Up from my bowels I emit quite a stench
I stand and I quiver atop this brick fence
I wonder today if I want a tommorow
Enjoying this ride while I bask in my sorrow
A slap from a kid brings me up to a place
Wanting release from another cold face
I swing when I walk as my axis is twisted
I look at my hands as they seem to be fisted
I want to feel bad cause inside it feels right
I realize I'm scared as I don't like this height
The bloods dried and craked as I want to bleed often
The dull pain inside somehow won't seem to soften

Awesome line......as expected.
Thanx, as always.

Thanks Tecoyah, That means a lot to me :)

Knit one pearl two my needles go click clack
as I thank my god above the devil wants you back
I weave a nice new sweater to put on because I'm cold,
Covering up my heart and soul, so I can still be bold
I must sew it hard and fast to build a thick and solid veil,
Closing up and shutting down as I release a wail
If I craft a solid shield I won't feel a thing
I can't even hear the birds when they begin to sing
Wrapping it up nice and tight will keep away the flame
Cause if it broke just one more time, it would be a shame
Don't you ask me one more time to borrrow my new sweater
Somone asked me long ago, and I agreed to let her
When I got it back it was ripped and tatter torn,
Giving it back in that way, has left me full of scorn
So I'll hold my hand out to, you if you care to ask
I'll put on a smile and say, do you like my mask

Extremly cold and wet is how the song lead me to here
Crippled and upset is where my numbness turned the page
Broken and dejected as the mirror hides the view
Looking sad and lonley as the road don't seem so new
A bird can't fly with twisted wings that have been tied and clipped
A train will lie in rubbage when suddenly there are no tracks
Jumping off or jumping on it depends on where you land
Grasping for the fingers of a space that has no hands
Lying in the road may get you where you want to be
Singing in the shower is the way to go while living in a tree
Recalling all the memories I've stored in this old house
Trudging through the times of sad as I dance round and round
My eyes are blue with somewhat of a dull and crimson hue
I fondly think of yesterday as I so often do