Xothan

I finally gathered the courage to put some of my stuff here...I'm gonna do each poem/song as a separate post inside this thread; feel free to comment, ask questions, etc, because i need all the help i can get

Xothan

Confusion

I’m on the verge
Of not caring anymore
Put me through so much shit
That’s all that’s gonna come back
Is this some sick twisted test
That I’m supposed to know the answer to
Or some sad sadistic game
You insist upon playing with my head

That’s fine
Don’t talk to me
Give me the cold shoulder,
The brush off, a big fat “up yours”
I don’t care anymore
Watch me
Watch me not care
I’m trying not to care
But it doesn’t work

If you hate me,
Fine, tell me
Don’t leave me hanging
In the limbo of your silence
Tell me to fuck off,
To go away
I suck at these games
The cat and mouse ones you play with my head
Y’know what?
Fuckit

Watch me
Watch me not care

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

Grin

Inside the broken hovel
You lie, smiling.
The sticky sweetness
Still clings to the air.
You savor every indrawn
Breath. Glittering drops
Of rain pour down
Through the cracks,
Washing away, clearing
Out the dirt and the grime.
And you lie, smiling
Inside your broken hovel.

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

Praises

I could eulogize
The beauty and sweetness
That nature has bestowed
In its great graces

I could sing songs,
Write ballads,
Compose epics
About the loveliness

All of these
I am capable of, yes.
But I know not the words that could express
The feeling that wells up in my chest
When I look upon her smiling face.

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

Progressions

You could be
The warm wind of summer
And lift me up from my place
With the lightest of touches

Chorus
I’ll still hold you close
Despite the changing
Of the seasons
And we’ll stay…near

You could be
The light breeze of autumn
And trace my body
With a whisper of grace

Chorus

You could be
A light winter snow
Dusting my forehead
With your soft powder’s glow

Chorus

You could be
A light spring shower
Rinsing my thoughts
With a refreshing chill

Chorus

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

Quality Time

A lot of people question
Whether there is an afterlife.
I don’t understand
The point of their debate;
It doesn’t matter whether
There is one at all.
Say there is one;
You’ll want to have
Lived the best life you could have
So that when you stand
Before the throne of whatever
Higher power you believe in (or not)
You have the weight of deeds on your side.
From the other perspective,
That of one who believes in nothing
But this world. You still want
To have lived the best life possible,
Because the only lasting impression
You will ever make upon this earth
Is the weight of your deeds,
And how they are remembered.
So, whatever you believe,
Do your best,
Or you might come back as a cockroach,
Be cast into a burning pit,
Or just fade into oblivion (That just might be the worst of the three).

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

She

Remote thoughts rise unbidden
From the recesses of my mind.
Thoughts once hidden
In the confines of fruitless aggravation
Bellow and stamp to be heard
By the unwilling brain.

There is neither rhyme nor reason
To the constant surfacing
Yet there is a sort of pattern,
Not discernable to the naked and untrained eye.
Primarily though, the thoughts harbor but one subject.
She is there, always, bidden or unbidden.

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

Shimmer

The multicolored sands
Of time shift in the
Darkness, illuminated
Only by the wavering
And inconsistent light
Of a single candle.

A single candle
Is held by an old man;
His beard is long,
His clothes, tatters.
Despite his age
He is not decrepit;
He is surprisingly agile.

He turns to you
And asks in all sincerity
“Where is the meaning?”
But you have no answer,
For that is the very thing you are searching for.
Meaning is what led you
Down into the dank hole,
Among the multicolored sands.

You have searched long,
The old man now your constant companion.
He never reveals his name,
Referring only to himself
As the Bearer.
You have grown used to his presence,
His wavering, inconsistent light
Is your cocoon of comfort among the dark.

The old man grows excited
“We’re very near the meaning”
The wavering, inconsistent light
Of his candle suddenly illumines
A towering monolith.
The wavering inconsistency
Of the candle’s light is absorbed
By the immensity of the monolith,
And all is lost.
Bearer, Candle.
All for meaning.

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

That Subtle Connection

Sometimes I lack
That subtle connection;
The one that runs from my brain to my mouth
And keeps me from harm.

It’s not that its not there,
Just that sometimes
It doesn’t function correctly.
That’s when I find my foot squarely
Inside my gaping mouth.

Sometimes the things I say
Can seem hurtful or untrue.
It’s not that I mean them,
It’s just that I cannot control
My rowdy subconscious.
It seems my brain
Is a constant battleground,
With impulse and reason slugging it out.

Reason seldom wins.

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Xothan

standing in the rain
it is clear and cold
the sensation
of raindrops dripping
down my face and back
sends shivers
coursing
exhilirating
as it is
it is time to come
out of the rain

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Zorvox

"She" = ... nice :P

Seer666

I understand just where you are comeing from with "Confusion". Very well done. You make the point, and make it well, and that is the hall mark of a good poem. I enjoyed your work. Keep posting.

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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!

I am the one you warned me of

I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.

Xothan

Thank you Zorvox, Seer666, for the compliments

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Xothan

AIM - icarlson75

Ryan

Sorry to bump an old thread, However, i was browsing through literature and reading some peoples works. And your "That Subtle Connection" I found really touched me, I can relate to it and i htought it was very well done..

Nice Job, and keep writing.