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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:01 pm
Hey, I'm Psychotic__GAL. I thought it was about time that I start sharing my work. I'm still experimenting with my style, so it all might seem like one genre to you, the reader, but if you will, please keep in mind that I am still experimenting with the different types of poems.
Right now, I'll just be doing poems, because my stories are at a bit of a standstill.... I might have "writer's block". Anyway, please enjoy my poems and please, if you have any suggestions or criticism just post them and I'll be grateful. Index of my poems 1. intro2. The Remorse of a Murderer3.Lovely, Frozen Dame4. You Think You Know Me5.Dreams6 Forevermore7. Deep, dark8. Skin Deep9. War10. A Love Awaits Me11. Fury12. My Tomb13. A Dramatic Vision14. Blowing Wind15. Lonely Path16. Ode to My Poptart17. Labyrinth18. Recordless19. The Real Me20. Broken21. Stone Wall22. You search; I will hide
23. Liberating24. Road to everywhere, but road to nowhere25. Your Chance 26. Innocence27. The end is drawing near28. Stood Up
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:05 pm
The Remorse of a Murderer A woman with frightened glancing
Lying eyes upon a dagger dancing
Sticking in her horrid husband's bust.
Run, she must.
She cannot escape her dead lover, ever starring
Not that she was given to caring.
The feeling was of remorse
Except for the fact, it was only worse.
She did not seem to shed a tear
Her eyes instead took a look of fear.
Along her hands ran a shiny scar
Though you could not see it from afar.
A red dye corrupted her grasp
Although it did not look to last.
Later, as the law infested
Looked they did as they invested
Their tools were cunning
However their clues were restraining.
They found no murderer
She found them.
The woman had complained of hearing
A vile curse or violent jeering
She whimpered about a haunted leering
That she was supposedly receiving.
They took our woman to a court
For her to be tried by a Judge, and jury.
The Jury of course found her guilty
However, she was sent to a different kind of prison.
Where she could be alone.
Which was found out to be an insane home.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:15 pm
Lovely, Frozen Dame A High class woman
Of usually timid nature
And well mannered behavior.
Her words that were spoken, however,
Would not make you feel any warmer on a chilly day,
But perhaps they were cooler.
And if one of her oxford grey eyes glanced at someone--anyone--
It instantly provoked a fear.
Yet, this lady of class was really cast into a world of fog:
She was confused about the world around her
Why everyone avoided her
Why she was so lonely
Why her husband always seemed to be gone.
Yet, she used to be a different lady.
A happier lady.
A brighter, sunnier woman.
This is why her husband had married her--had loved her.
But around her, the world of riches corrupted the innocence she once had treasured.
Her husband had never foul played her--he had faith in her--
He left home early--and went to work--
Working tirelessly to earn his pay
Then he would return home, late, to his lady still waiting.
Every night as he walked inside their beautiful home
She'd be almost young and animated again.
He truly enjoyed her late at twilight
But not more than ten minutes would go by--
As they sat talking--teasing--loving--
before he would be able to see her eyes change
She took her rigid form--and once again became cool.
One night was different;
Her husband came home
Knowing where to find his lady
Knowing that he had won presidency at his firm
Would be like resurrecting the woman he had wed.
He walked to the chair
In the dimly lit room, where he expected to see her.
However, his bride was not sitting in her chair.
No cry of welcome that usually came sounded
All had a defining silence--Finality to it.
One word came to him.
Odd.
He shook his head and left the room.
To his own bedroom, he started to.
He saw his wife's sleeping form
Lying on the right side of the bed.
He thought not to wake her, so he undressed in the dim streetlight.
Once in bed, he kissed the Lady's forehead.
Cold.
He thought nothing of this.
The next morning, as dawn approached
The irritating alarm clock sounded.
The man awoke, as always trying not to wake his wife,
For once the Lady was not stirring.
The man showered and dressed in solitude.
He walked back into his bedroom
His Lady still lie motionless.
He walked to the right side of the bed
To give a good-bye kiss.
And he almost turned around instantly
A violent scene reflected in his watering eyes;
His wife--His lovely wife-- Lie on the bed.
Lie on the bed with pale face,
Colorless cheeks colorless lips.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:45 pm
You think you know me
Laughter ringing in your ears
'Is it yours?' you think aloud.
Ringlets shining like the sun--
'Be it you?' your heart declared.
The delicate features one would look for,
Were not there.
You could not see,
Nor could you hear.
A fine line between her and I,
That even you--
My friend for all these years,
Was not able to detect my own essence.
And be it must
The things you thought
Were not--
They could not
Be my own.
How foolish of you to think it was me
When clearly our differences could be seen.
How stupid of me
To dwell on the dream
That you would possibly remember me!
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:54 pm
Dreams
Into the homes
Where children sleep
Inside their minds
Lives a fairy-tale place
Over long plains, flowers abloom
Beside long oceans, endless in doom
Under long sunsets
Playing all day
These children will dream on, O yes dream on
Not wanting to leave
But they will have to wake up
For their parents shall never know
What lies in their fairy-tale world
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 1:31 pm
FOREVERMORE
The eyes were cold
No song was sung
Never before had she cried
Until now.
Forevermore was what she heard, forevermore.
She looked at the vial
Which contained her fate
To stay in this sorrow
Or to move on to a happier place
No family to turn to
No faith restored
Or so how this tragic allegory is told
But what to do?
She moved to where her dresser stood
Looked down at the pretty painted wood
She picked up that vial
And took a sip
She saw the tiny drip that was left
Yet she hadn''t the time, to drink it up.
The last thing she saw
She heard
She felt
Were the words: FOREVER and MORE.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 1:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 1:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 1:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 2:07 pm
A Love Awaits Me
I want to experience this love foreseen,
By those who are all ready old.
I want this feeling to mold in me
To take it's hold-- Or grip.
A dream of mine, some would say,
But me, I say it's an obsession.
To lessen my weight with just a taste,
To capture my heart, To steal my soul,
To make my breath be put on hold.
Even the feeling of you in my thoughts,
Makes me feel great.
If I could wish a handsome wish,
Surly this would be it:
Promised to me; and I to you
Oh such a fate that stands for me,
But then again it makes me wait,
For your affection, attention, caresses.
Of course this is my dream...
Nothing more,
Until that day.
Nothing but my thoughts and dreams--
And yet nothing less.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 2:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 8:19 pm
psychotic__Gal Lovely, Frozen Dame A High class woman
Of usually timid nature
And well mannered behavior.
Her words that were spoken, however,
Would not make you feel any warmer on a chilly day,
But perhaps they were cooler.
And if one of her oxford grey eyes glanced at someone--anyone--
It instantly provoked a fear.
Yet, this lady of class was really cast into a world of fog:
She was confused about the world around her
Why everyone avoided her
Why she was so lonely
Why her husband always seemed to be gone.
Yet, she used to be a different lady.
A happier lady.
A brighter, sunnier woman.
This is why her husband had married her--had loved her.
But around her, the world of riches corrupted the innocence she once had treasured.
Her husband had never foul played her--he had faith in her--
He left home early--and went to work--
Working tirelessly to earn his pay
Then he would return home, late, to his lady still waiting.
Every night as he walked inside their beautiful home
She'd be almost young and animated again.
He truly enjoyed her late at twilight
But not more than ten minutes would go by--
As they sat talking--teasing--loving--
before he would be able to see her eyes change
She took her rigid form--and once again became cool.
One night was different;
Her husband came home
Knowing where to find his lady
Knowing that he had won presidency at his firm
Would be like resurrecting the woman he had wed.
He walked to the chair
In the dimly lit room, where he expected to see her.
However, his bride was not sitting in her chair.
No cry of welcome that usually came sounded
All had a defining silence--Finality to it.
One word came to him.
Odd.
He shook his head and left the room.
To his own bedroom, he started to.
He saw his wife's sleeping form
Lying on the right side of the bed.
He thought not to wake her, so he undressed in the dim streetlight.
Once in bed, he kissed the Lady's forehead.
Cold.
He thought nothing of this.
The next morning, as dawn approached
The irritating alarm clock sounded.
The man awoke, as always trying not to wake his wife,
For once the Lady was not stirring.
The man showered and dressed in solitude.
He walked back into his bedroom
His Lady still lie motionless.
He walked to the right side of the bed
To give a good-bye kiss.
And he almost turned around instantly
A violent scene reflected in his watering eyes;
His wife--His lovely wife-- Lie on the bed.
Lie on the bed with pale face,
Colorless cheeks colorless lips.
I do like this poem, it's written interestingly ((if thats even a word)). Its almost like prose, but you can find the rythm if you try. Its a very interesting story too. Thought up well. The first thing I noticed though, is your not told why its happening. I mean, its said that the world corrupted her innocence, and she became very unhappy, but it doesnt really say how. It leaves you with an impression that something bad happened, but you dont know what. It just feels like your missing a big part of the story. Heh, and i feel sorry for the husband. But thats not a problem, it gives it more emotion. Quote: A Love Awaits Me I want to experience this love foreseen, By those who are all ready old. I want this feeling to mold in me To take it’s hold-- Or grip. A dream of mine, some would say, But me—I say it’s an obsession. To lessen my weight with just a taste, To capture me heart—To steal my soul— To make my breath be put on hold. Even the feeling of you in my thoughts, Makes me feel great. If I could wish a handsome wish, Surly this would be it: Promised to me; and I to you Oh such a fate that stands for me, But then again it makes me wait— For your affection, attention, caresses. Of course this is my dream... Nothing more, Until that day. Nothing but my thoughts and dreams— And yet nothing less. I like this one alot. Its very sweet. At first i thought it would be about longing for love in general, but then you said 'you', as in someone specific. I really like it ^^' Although in the second paragraph it says 'me heart', was it supposed to be like that or is that a typo. It seems like it would be better as 'my'. Oh, my favorite line is the last. "Nothing but my thoughts and dreams- And yet nothing less." Its like saying that even though they're just fantasies, they arent worthless. smile
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:00 pm
Thanks for your helpful comments! They were great to see!
let me clarify something though about Lovely, frozen dame.
I don't think I left anything really out... Because in 1 of the stanzas it says that the woman is in a "fog" meaning that she doesn't get why people dislike her, why her husband works so much, and the world in general. She used to have an innocent and carefree soul, but then she was pressed down by the responsibilities concerning her marriage and even her wealth. She didn't know why she was so stone hearted, when she didn't even want to be. She was lonely and she probably had the idea that her husband wasn't really "working" all the time, but he was being unfaithful. What she failed to understand was that her husband really did love her, he had faith in her and he wasn't having an affair. Do you get it now?
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:14 pm
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