welshbyte

Before I start a thread of my poetry and ramblings, I think a bit of backgound would help readers understand me a little better:

I began learning to play guitar in August 2003 and I soon realised that I enjoyed writing my own little tunes a lot more than playing music that other people have written. With that came a keen interest in writing lyrics. I started writing lyrics with no music when I didnt have access to my guitar and that's what showed me that I enjoy writing poems. All the words, however inspired, influenced or inexperienced they may be, come from my thoughts and feelings at the time. I would cite some examples of my influences as Shakespeare, Radiohead and an unhealthy daily infusion of dumbed down television shows and mini-city life. I like to keep an eye on current affairs for inspiration too. So, here's my first (and probably most bitter) poem. Feedback welcome.

-Dummy's Guide-
(Dedicated to the government)

Wake in the morning and pull on your best character
Another day at the races
Bored of losing bets on landmine football
Free overseas call to sue another telecoms company
Pay to cage the animals who steal your dinner
And call it punishment
Pop a pill to relax
Complain about your aching backs
Sit back in your £1000 armchair for the rest of the week
Forget about the world
Its not your Aikea kitchen
Choke on the genetically modified fat of the land
The sheep will flock
To chew your socks
As your face is turning blue

- welshbyte

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welshbyte

What, no opinions?
Here's another. More of a song lyric than poetry but i guess thats my style.


-TV Stardom Bitch-

Opened up with fingernails
A catwalk dance with your entrails
Biting on the bloody needle
Held by the hand that feeds you

Making the empty gin bottle spin
Break the finger from your wedding ring
Appease the voices inside your head
Entice the masses into your bed

Cuts your slave trade fingers off
If you ever try to turn it off
Let me brainwash you
Let me tell you how to think
Let me brainwash you
Correct your thoughts with blood red ink

Thought that cameras steal the soul
Til they signed you up on their payroll
Tuck them in with blanket rage
Provoke the names on every page

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J.R.V.A.

I like them. You have kind of the same opinion of the world as I. Thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

welshbyte

Something a little different i wrote after a good deep chat about poetry and art and stuff with a very good new friend i met at university. Wrote it in about 15 minutes while she went to change for our night out at the cinema. Its a bit dark and it sounds like its about a newborn baby dying or something (when i read it weeks later) but i can assure you its purely metaphorical, about feelings rather than ideas, and can mean anything you perceive it to mean.

~ Born the Day ~

Born the day before she died
When all the past was locked inside
Never again will angels hide
Now their eyes are open wide

She drowned in every drop of rain
She hid her eyes and felt the pain
A wish to finally break insane
The demon spike inside her brain

She left the clocks all spinning round
And feet that never touch the ground
The best of plans not aired in sound
Her secret thoughts are still unfound

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welshbyte

Emptying my notebook today! This one is basically about some feelings i had towards my seeming inability to find love. Reads more like lyrics than poetry i think (No strict structure to it, but hey, thats why i love artistic freedom)

-Infinite Loop-

Sometimes when you jump
The world doesnt want to catch you
Sometimes when you're flying high
The clouds decide to hide you

Never when the time is right
And all the shit is out of sight
Never when the feeling's right
The world is out to wreck you

When the pigs are waving from the sky
And moments keep on floating by

At last the chance has come and gone
The jokers sing the same old song

Once again you wave goodbye
Another love has passed me by

The right words come at the wrong time
Another chance has passed me by

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amonkie

I really like how Born the Day can be read so many different ways.... Sometimes how I see poetry all depends on my mood that day. If it can change, then I usually love the poem even more later! Thanks for sharing, can't believe I missed these the first time around.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

welshbyte

Thanks for the feedback amonkie My new friend is quite an artist and she inspires me to be more artistic and create more poetic sentences, even just talking to her. So i'll probably be adding to this thread more often now. Yep how i read, and write poetry is always influenced by my mood at the time. Belated thanks also to J.R.V.A.

PS I was talking to my friend the other day and i said something which i instantly caught as a good lyric so i am really wanting to build a poem around that one lyric now. I'll let you know what it is in the next instalment, hopefully it'll grow into something good

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welshbyte

The first two lines of this one are the words i mentioned in my last post. I'm quite pleased with what they developed into.

~Love vs Wisdom~

I'll shed a single tear
And put it in a box just for you
With my broken heart and blackened eyes
Wrapped in silken shrouds of blue

I'll cut a thorny rose
And scratch out my eyes just for you
Take the petals from its velvet crown
And dig out my grave where it grew

I'd change all my thoughts
And write them in a book about you
The story of how i always hated you
But the words would never be true

I'd break out of this shell
And turn into perfection for you
Carve my image into something else
Someone else to satisfy you

I'll turn my eyes away
And forget about you just for me
Awaiting all of my next sunrises
And relearn what it feels to be free

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