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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: POETS OF OA.COM..... who here writes poetry? | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 11:26 PM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | wow this came outta nowhere lol i never read past page two in any forum.  If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| MamA CaZ | posted on 08-03-2001 @ 11:40 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | just wanted to bring this back to the top... i KNOW there are alot of creative people out there & I want you all to share with me... For those who don't like other's to read their poetry I understand completely...If its the whole *open forum* deal, you can always email me.. (Snatch322@aol.com) everyone has different styles, different tastes & juices... I'm inspired most when I read other's thoughts... And let's just say this artist is suffering from a mental block at the moment.. Lets go people.. show me what's in your soul!!  "All I want is food and creative love" This message was edited by MamA CaZ on 8-3-01 @ 11:45 AM | ||||
| Shelle Bink True star of the celebrity softball game: the redhead in section 101. | posted on 08-03-2001 @ 1:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | I write a shitload of poetry... more in the form of songs. I'll search through to find a good one to post, because the ones I have near me are a bit too personal to post... This is an awesome thread, I don't know why I missed it the first time around.  | ||||
| njstrawberry | posted on 08-03-2001 @ 1:51 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Feb. 01 | I have about 400 of them, at least. I need to make my way into the garage and get them. I will post a few soon... I was bi when being bi wasn't kewl. Mmmm tastes like chicken to me, wanna lick? DON'T UNDER ESTIMATE THE PSYCHO FACTOR IN MY HEAD | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 08-03-2001 @ 2:48 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | quote: Cause you loathe me and ignore my posts. If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Shelle Bink True star of the celebrity softball game: the redhead in section 101. | posted on 08-08-2001 @ 12:15 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | Just wrote it now actually 8 months and 12 days after what inspired it...as well as hearing Staind's "It's Been A While..." finally got me to write this. Burn the memories Laughter turns to stone Hard to believe I heard You killed yourself on the phone. I gather the pictures and frames After all is said and done Wondering if I'll feel the same I know I'll be the lonely one. I took the photographs of you and I Light them on fire As I begin to cry Light the fire I just watch them burn Feelings inspired But there's nothing I've learned. Burn the memories Just make them go away Couldn't you have stayed For at least one more day.... ~*~DJW8300~*~ | ||||
| funky junk | posted on 08-08-2001 @ 12:54 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jul. 01 | Wow, I've been waiting years to find a forum for my genius.....here's one of my early attempts (albeit outdated)... Siegfried and Roy, Siegfried and Roy, The names of those two just bring feelings of joy. In front of each other they take turns to kneel, While driving, one's head will be under the wheel. At work they perform with tiger and monkey, At home they pass time playing bury the donkey. Roy enjoys teabagging, Siegfried likes scat And both love their rectums massaged by a rat. Their sexual deviance I long to match, But, lo, I am straight, and mainly like snatch. Well???? Taste my freshness.... | ||||
| GrkqtOandAfan Claim staked by FTL. | posted on 08-08-2001 @ 1:17 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | This is one I wrote awhile back, if you don't know the expression to wear "rose colored glasses" it means to kinda wear blinders so you feel like everything is going well even when its not... Rose Colored Glasses become a daily routine put them on and pain is unseen Rose Colored Glasses cover my eyes Blues become Reds Black becomes White Rose Colored Glasses cover my life problems fade into the night Rose Colored Glasses I wish you would break Viewing the world like this is an unhealthy mistake Rose Colored Glasses removed before bed my eyes are tired and so is my head Rose Colored Glasses away in their case I wish I didn't need them So I can see one'e true face Rose Colored Glasses not needed to rest wish dreams were reality Because those I see best  CIT (Cuties in Training): none, have room for 2 email me if you want to be a Cutie Yahman - Certified Cutie as of 6/19/01 | ||||
| sykopathchik Hey... Buckaroo! Yes, everyone knows I type in a unique manner. No need to comment. | posted on 08-09-2001 @ 10:03 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Okay gonna post this and expect to be TOOLED its alil old from begining of the year jesus why didnt i see this post sooNer ah fuck it ill throw in 2 just for your bordoM enjoymenT !*will watch spelling for this * hehe Disgaurd your pain, smile over sorrow these deciving eyes see no light. this very lonley soul,does nothing to please ......... but only asks for a peaceful sleep. To do right having tried at least ,seems to lead to failure.. the doors maybe opening ,but always shutting with the blink of an eye. the light gets alil brighter,as everything gets dimmer. Someone is telling me somthing anything all the while not knowing now what im sopose to doo .. the days will be ruff the laffs will be shown the sleep will be endless. To open your eyes for the firsttime, is to close them too.. to give your first smile is leting out your tears.. To take your very first steP into this place wereever it maybe . is to fall flat on your face and just let it be . To start to learn right from wrong is all in your own free wiling hands . Finaly to begin falling apart is learning how to pick up all the peices  | ||||
| LilGothChick | posted on 08-10-2001 @ 2:46 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Funky Junk: BRA-FUCKING-VO!!! Ok, here goes my little ego-masturbation. I have a little obsession with water, and especially the ocean, and I had written a really melodramatic one about drowning myself, and then I decided to make it a black humor epic, far more enjoyable than personal melodrama, and thus, this: Feathers on the water swirl before they drown White fingers, long and slender, pulling, pulling down Not a sound is ever heard by one so far away Nor will one be ever heard once darkness turns to day The swirling sea will be the end, as once the start it was And all the world may kneel then for a lost and silent cause For the little that is heard now, by a white witch in her sleep The chorus of the caverns and the echoes of the deep Whatever spell could keep this off, she hadn't learnt to speak In sense she knew it was her fate, the thinning of the weak A mermaid's song she sang then, with brine becoming breath The last words of a songstress, with abandon saved for death Strollers on the shore at dawn would look her footsteps o'er And muse a drowning had occurred, though one had not, for sure For if there had, there would have come a body up the sand And if there were, for sure it would be known across the land No soul would guess the footsteps of the princess ended here The last act of the sorceress of ecstasy and beer Now in the misty silence, the moon's alone once more The minions of Poseidon await to close the door The tides have carried her away like leaves upon a stream The clouds have cried upon the shells at seeing what they've seen There's nothing quite like moonlight to instil a tragic sense And there's nothing like the ocean to conceal the evidence.  Proud graduate of the FollowThisLogic adoption agency. >^..^< | ||||
| McBourbon | posted on 08-10-2001 @ 9:19 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | I promise to post my published poem here at some point as well, but wanted to make sure this one got back to the ::TOP::  | ||||
| ~FallenAingL~ Unofficial Biggest Whore of OA.com G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Reaver Strike Battalion Rage Brother #1, Paladin of Hatred Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones. | posted on 08-11-2001 @ 12:03 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | I've never seen this thread, but I'd be happy to share some of my work with my friends here at OA.com. I've actually been lucky enough to have some of my work published in a collection of poems. Here's just one of my favorites. Enjoy, my friends. It's You Once I was afraid I'd ever find someone to really care about. I wanted someone perfect at least for me A special way of talking, A honest way of listening. Not being afraid to laugh or cry Kindness and understanding Fun and excitement Someone who would lift my heart with joy I guess I expected a lot but I am a believer and I believe that someday someone's particular magic would transform my life. So in spite of all the waiting, all the loneliness, all the almost giving up It's been worth it, It's all been worth while and wishes really do come true because what I always wanted isn't a dream It's you..  Thine In Honor, FallenAingL "Those blind with rage... are by destiny ensnared." -Ariel of the Circle of Nine This message was edited by ~FallenAingL~ on 8-11-01 @ 12:44 AM | ||||
| Shelle Bink True star of the celebrity softball game: the redhead in section 101. | posted on 08-11-2001 @ 12:32 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | For Jessicka's Girl: Little Amber Smiles So Sweetly A Tiny Cherub Put Here For Us. Don't Lose Your Pride Don't Lose Your Happiness Just Be Your Mommy's Lil Girl And Always Have That Innocence Always Remember You're Loved Even Tho Some Will Say Otherwise Never Believe Them Though You're Smart Enough To Know Lies. **work in progress**  It Hurts To Look At You Sometimes... Beauty Can Be Intoxicating | ||||
| djgrrrl | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 12:27 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Nov. 00 | There's some really dark stuff here. Is anyone here a Leonard Cohen fan? He writes pretty dark stuff too.. fp://us.f1.yahoofs.com/users/ea29fad2/bc/Yahoo!+Photo+Album/O%26A+Cat2---1.jpg?bcJWNGqBVbXs4KJT | ||||
| Tony Metropolis | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 8:07 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | The Best Life Watch you from afar See the things you do Dream of the best life For me and you Think of you at night Can not forget your scent I would forfeit my soul To relive the time we have spent Need to feel your presence Every single day I wish to be closer But I am so far away I try to make you smile Just for a moment or two I try it all the time To get a response from you I will change my life around me To become a part of you I will do absolutely anything To be one of the few The few that you hold dear In the middle of your affection I hope that my life to you Is not just a reflection My heart beats so loudly But only I can hear If you could never hear it Is my only fear I wish to tell you these things One very special day I wish to be closer But I am so far away. "I am a sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady." - The Shermanator | ||||
| av8er OA.com's taint with wings. | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 8:17 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Gonzo, I never would've thought you were into writing poetry after having met you. I enjoyed reading "Warped & Twisted" I can relate to it. It just goes to show the old cliche' stands true. Never judge a book by its cover. I perused through alot of what was written here, and I must say cudos to all of you for having the courage to share with us. Nice work all of you.  I'm accepting applications for adoptees. | ||||
| bluecarpenter | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 9:05 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 01 | So...I'm a songwriter, among other things. Guess I'll go out on the limb with the rest of you. Some of what I read here was very good. Some of it was just so-so. But the important thing about writing is sharing. Once you put it out there, it's all good. Here goes. This is a song called Solitary Man. I was eighteen, I was aching Constantly recuperating from my breaking heart... I was sacrificing freedom searched in vain for my lost kingdom I was ripped apart... Standing lonesome in a crowded room, surrounded by impending doom I waited... Can I tell you what it's like to be... Solitary Man... You were dressed up like a princess, unrequitted love relentless, you were flying... How I long to be your savior, keep you from the danger you're denying... Could I catch you when you fall, can I even save myself at all, I'm dying... Let me tell you what it's like to be... Solitary Man... ...The t.v. plays all night, I hate to be alone But deep inside the darkness there, my solitude has grown... Ten years come and gone, seen my sweet baby born in mesmerizing wonder... Now I look into his eyes, and see reflections of my lightening and thunder... And I swear to god can't let him be another, sentimental fool like me... Cause you can't understand what it's like to be... Solitary Man Thanks for this forum. It's been a while since I've shared. Wish you could hear my guitar. Keep on... LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE...BUT DON'T IGNORE ME | ||||
| jewdown | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 9:29 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | From off the top of my head the thoughts that go unsaid fluttering through my unsettled mind sanity and clarity I can't seem to find Clarity, & visions of what is true turns to clouds of emptiness and everything blue I shutter to the thoughts reality, wasted days of what should be. Kill me. Kill me. Shut the fuck up Try to be me! "We don't take kindly to not takin' kindly around here." | ||||
| sweetasacherry | posted on 08-12-2001 @ 9:40 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 01 | i have to compliment all of you on your amazing poetry. i too write although i havent written anything worth posting lately, i will look for the many books i have to ind something to post. Adopted by: Jon Benet Norton | ||||
| Jon Benet Norton G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. GTA3 Criminal Activity Specialist | posted on 08-15-2001 @ 1:53 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | I've got one, it goes along the same lines as GS's "Warped and Twisted": It’s dark in here cold and black Can’t see my way through can’t scream All I do is sit and sew myself back together Blindly But I like it here I keep the company of one but I’m here alone Bleeding Jabbing needles into me Hoping I’m putting myself back together correctly Maybe it’s not how things should be Could be But I like it like this Just me And my memories to keep me from getting lonely After a while you can’t feel anymore of the needlepoint It just becomes commonplace The blood hurts the most It burns as it drips down me Reminding me of the whole reason I’m sewing that part back on The stitches may be sloppy but they hold At least for a while but they’ll break when they’re old I like it here Where no one sees The horrible mess I’ve made of me Crooked stitches Blood on the floor And a box where My rusty needles are stored Here being nowhere in nothing in me Too black to see This mutilated wreck of mentality But I’m quiet here in my pain And happy to be alone Although I keep falling apart It always gives me something to sew I have no steady hand Or light to see with I use my veins for twine and shit for bandages But I know for sure The things that hold me together are me Only torn Mistakes that rip through a flashing moment Another part falls off from the burning torment But… I like it here Where no one sees The horrible mess I’ve made of me Crooked stitches Blood on the floor And a box where My rusty needles are stored My eyes sewn shut And all I see Are the memories Of all the things I never wanted to be Mouth sewn closed In my head I scream To release the pain of this insanity But now the breast has been exposed I did it all to myself Now I must suffer And in my head I see the picture Of me in this void A pathetic loathsome infected soulstitcher The only part that I can’t get right Is the part responsible for giving me life It keeps a beat Pushing life through entangled veins The string I use It’s hard to put me together And get it just right When my only company is silence And I have no light It’s also the most broken With the most pieces to find And searching in the dark For those parts on mine Is an impossible task A trial of patience But when I get it right I’ll be the perfect creation Till then………. I like it here Where no one sees The horrible mess I’ve made of me Crooked stitches Blood on the floor And a box where My rusty needles are stored  Check out my band at: Visit this Website "The saddest thing in life is wasted talent" -Machiavelli- My adopted newbies are sweetasacherry and F the S out of her A E-Mail Me | ||||
| MamA CaZ | posted on 08-21-2001 @ 1:48 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | good evening... up late, can't sleep... thought I'd share some more thoughts: My mind is like a piece of clay Taking the shape I'm given Without a sculptor I am just a mound So lay your hands upon me I'll become whatever you choose My soul purpose in life To be the medium for someone else To bring their thoughts to life I beg for someone to mold me To bring a new form to my existence So take me in your hands and draw out the shape And fire me into a new reality.. "All I want is food and creative love" | ||||
| MamA CaZ | posted on 08-21-2001 @ 2:04 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Oh little body , do not die... I look at you through wild blue eyes so questionly into yours you hold the soul that talks to me. Although our conversations be as wordless as the windy sky So looked your heart at the last right in my soul before we died as London traffic roar outside... and now the same blue eyes you see looked through me from a little sun, so questioningly, so searching that youthfulness and age are one... Your questions looked at me & died before my soul made full reply... Lord, leave this other light on oh little body, do not die... "All I want is food and creative love" | ||||
| 2 tired 2 give N F One of the Teen Tomatoe Boys is Retarted... Guess which one I am!!! | posted on 08-22-2001 @ 3:11 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | I write poetry Gonzo...here's one of my most recent sonnets... My lady showed her love in quite a different way, A way defying all logic and reason, My mind was confused on that day, And my heart ached for that season. She didn't show it with her smiles, How much I'd desire one today She knows not, but for it I'd travel miles. She didn't show it in any usual way. Not with a letter, not with a kiss, Not with a poem, book or song, Yet all of these I now miss, And for all of them I continually long. How much she loved me in a different way she did show. Because she loved me so much, she let me go--  When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night's starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance, And when I feel, fair creature of a hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the fairy power Of unreflecting love--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. --Keats This message was edited by 2 tired 2 give N F on 8-22-01 @ 3:32 AM | ||||
| Unicron | posted on 08-22-2001 @ 3:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Mar. 01 | Soon To Be Released All this pain all inside no where to go no where to hide always there staring at me can't get away never being free not even my family can save me from this some of them however are the cause of this no one cares no one knows that there is a beast soon to be released  | ||||
| Joey1120 SHOW ME MULE!!!! | posted on 02-25-2002 @ 2:46 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 02 | Well, I found the poetry thread, so I'm posting another one of my pieces. This one is called "The Stranger Ways We Live," and if I was a sitcom, I'm sure these would be the lyrics to my theme song ;) THE STRANGER WAYS WE LIVE
Two years have passed and the road is still winding so many ways #10 in the Naughtiest Nightie Contest • Email Me Thought and Emotion - Here's my personal writing and fun site Searching to find a love up on a higher level | ||||
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