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Yes, this is where I will be posting my poetry. Whether you like it or not, this is where it will go.

Starting now.


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Anytime now.






......Where the -expletive- is it?

Love Will Last Forever

Betwixt the earth and sky
Many things flutter and fly
But none are there that dare to match
The flight of souls, hand in hand
Two dreamers dreaming of forever
Two hearts doomed to love each other
Two souls meant to rediscover
for themselves, the path of love
for most, just a figment
a passing particle of imagination
but to us, a reality so sweet
as to; on it's own; live and breathe
And such sweet love it is
That fills us to the brim
O glorious day that brought us together!
Our love is young and looks to last forever!
The birds sing, signifying that this is our spring
That we should drink it up, enjoy, and spend it loving
For as each spring turns hence to summer
Each summer turns then to autumn, and then to winter
And when the winter of our lives is upon us, dear
I will still say that our love will last forever​

About damn time it got here.

 

[idiotic idioms]

Alrighty people, time for another posting of Pen-Powered Insanity. Here's your host, idiotic idioms (that's me) with a fresh addition to the swiftly growing package of pure and utter BS.

I give to you:

Lacerations

We slip into this world so bleak
To be surrounded by the weak
Look around and know your place
See the mirror reflection of your face
Distorted, it denies, and then it cracks
Everything you ever tried to grasp
Smashing every dream you ever had
Millions of voices inside your head
Screaming out all at once
Catching you up in their deluge
Take a look in the mirror
And see what you’re afraid you’ll see
~
Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and red from deep within
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and the world laughs at you
~
Slipping deep within your mind
Trying to find the answers you once denied
What is the meaning of life
To feel pain or to share joy
A simple tool of destiny and fate's new toy
And then you scream
You try to awaken from the dream
But the dream becomes reality,
The lie becomes the truth
And now it's plain to see
That you can't escape your destiny
And then the dream shatters
~
Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and red from deep within
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and the world laughs at you
~
No escape, no escape, no escape
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Reality closes in, choices open up
Choose to live, or choose to die
Choose to sleep, or choose to fly
Surround yourself with the weak
And once again you’ll know your place
The voices within your mind have ceased
The distortion of the mirror goes away
A misconception of being saved
This breath you breathe will be your last
And then the mirror shatters
~
Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and crimson
No more laughing, no more crying
The world has had the last laugh
The end is here​

(btw, don't expect an intro every time. I'm usually lazy.)

 

[Dolores Haze]

I'm not the world's best poetic critic, but this thread really interested me I'll provide my opinions, shall I? ^^

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Anytime now.

Hop to.

......Where the -expletive- is it?

Don't ask me.

Oh, that's adorable. The way you show how flowing the love is - like seasons or wind. It's got excellent imagery, the rhyming has no flaw either. Lemme pick it apart

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Betwixt the earth and sky
Many things flutter and fly
But none are there that dare to match
The flight of souls, hand in hand
Two dreamers dreaming of forever
Two hearts doomed to love each other
Two souls meant to rediscover
for themselves, the path of love
for most, just a figment
a passing particle of imagination
but to us, a reality so sweet
as to; on it's own; live and breathe​

Wasn't sure where to cut the quote off Bolded the bits I loved.
"Betwixt" threw me off, seeing as the rest of the poem is more simple Also it shows how rare love can be <3

And such sweet love it is
That fills us to the brim
O glorious day that brought us together!
Our love is young and looks to last forever!
The birds sing, signifying that this is our spring
That we should drink it up, enjoy, and spend it loving
For as each spring turns hence to summer
Each summer turns then to autumn, and then to winter
And when the winter of our lives is upon us, dear
I will still say that our love will last forever

Geee <3 Not even cheesy although it looks like it at first glance >_>; The end would have to be my favourite, it's as though (or mebbe it is) that the person is telling their lover all these things, which just makes it more wonderful =3​

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About damn time it got here.

Pff; Iknoerite

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Lacerations

I always hear that in crime shows ;; Does it means sweat or something? Dx

We slip into this world so bleak
To be surrounded by the weak
Look around and know your place
See the mirror reflection of your face
Distorted, it denies, and then it cracks
Everything you ever tried to grasp
Smashing every dream you ever had
Millions of voices inside your head
Screaming out all at once
Catching you up in their deluge
Take a look in the mirror
And see what you’re afraid you’ll see

Hmm. I had to read this one a few times to get it to be honest. I'm taking it as someone's birth, and as they get to recognise themselves they recognise the darker parts of themselves? I'm not that great with interpretation..
Again, bolded what I liked. It confused me really, so I'll just say I'm lovin' the imagery you've got there once again.

Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and red from deep within
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and the world laughs at you

(I don't know what lacerations mean )

I like the last part, really I do. It shows.. I'm probably taking this wrong, but it's a kind of revelation on humanity, how when someone mourns what we all suffer we sympathise less.

Slipping deep within your mind
Trying to find the answers you once denied
What is the meaning of life
To feel pain or to share joy
A simple tool of destiny and fate's new toy
And then you scream
You try to awaken from the dream
But the dream becomes reality,
The lie becomes the truth
And now it's plain to see
That you can't escape your destiny
And then the dream shatters

Ooh. Interesting. You're very good at this. Interesting how you haven't described any tears or anything like that, nor given clear examples to explain why they're feeling this way (except in the first part) and yet it seems to fit.

Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and red from deep within
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and the world laughs at you

Same comment as before. More of a song, isn't it? Sad, though..

No escape, no escape, no escape
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Reality closes in, choices open up
Choose to live, or choose to die
Choose to sleep, or choose to fly
Surround yourself with the weak
And once again you’ll know your place
The voices within your mind have ceased
The distortion of the mirror goes away
A misconception of being saved
This breath you breathe will be your last
And then the mirror shatters

This poem is really making me think, I can somewhat relate to the feeling of being trapped. The 'mirror' a constant theme in this, it's a poem of reflection.

Broken glass and broken dreams
Lacerations to your skin
Blood flowing dark and crimson
No more laughing, no more crying
The world has had the last laugh
The end is here

I'm not quite sure how this poem's ended. Have they found hope? Taken their life? Or have I just read incorrectly?

I'm not that good with dark poetry, unless I'm writing some metaphorical crap I'm not the dark type.

You're very good with variation, from a poem about the joys of life to one of sadness.

 

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well, lacerations is just a fancy word for cuts. Like, when a person has been peppered with shrapnel in a war and went in to the doctor or morgue if he died, they would say he had multiple lacerations.

I like the level of thought you actually put into it. Not too many people do that, so it's a rare gift. To be honest though, I didn't put much thought into it while I was writing it, it just kind of flowed out of me at the time, but I have spent a little bit of my time since then trying to figure out what I meant with it. It could be taken a couple different ways:

I like your idea that that symbolizes birth, because it fits so well. I didn't mention tears, mainly because it didn't seem to fit the flow. But it is implied that there are tears. Also, it doesn't need to state how the person got to feeling that way, because with it left the way it is, more people will relate to it than if I had put in something about that.

Basically, it has a lot to do with life. This is one theory I entertain about what it means: Taking your idea that it starts with birth, it shows the travel of man from life to death. And it was written during a time where I was very depressed, so yeah, there's not a whole lot of hope in it. People are constantly self-reflecting, and not always in a good way. Most people who are growing up have this image of themselves that they want achieve. They're not happy with who they are. Broken dreams is actually literal. During the life of a person, if they do not achieve their dreams early on, it's possible that those dreams can die and never be reborn. and when a persons hopes and dreams die, they die inside.

the final part has to deal with the fact that there is no escape from life, except for death. When the world laughs at you when you're feeling down, it's the final straw on the camels back for some people. It's a horrible thing to be so down and to have people constantly poking at you and harassing you and bringing you down further. Yet, if you laugh, they laugh with you, but if you cry... well.

Mostly, it's a poem about depression. Depressed people usually cut themselves, hence the lacerations. The mirror shattering could be attributed to the fact that the person looking in it didn't like what they saw.

Or you could take the literal walk through the poem and have it be true enough, too, and that is: That I wrote it about myself. That I was the person who was depressed and upon self-reflection, hated who I was, got tired of looking in the mirror of self-reflection. (turned out later on that I had a lot more going for me than I thought) You could safely assume that I cut myself, too, in places that people didn't see. And, I did contemplate my own death a lot back then and even had a plan for it after a while. I've since moved past. It's just a poem about the tragedy that is depression and what it can lead to when a person is just so overwhelmed that they give up on themselves. The end can be taken however you want.

Whatever meaning you wish to take from it makes no difference to me. everyone takes from it what they will. I believe self-interpretation to be the best, because everyone has their own views on how the world works, etc. Still though, and again, I like the fact that you put this much thought into my poetry. Not too many people do that, so thank you. in fact, if your age is accurate, you have insights and ideas that many people twice and three times your age simply do not have. Keep developing that mind of yours, it truly is something special.

Keep in mind though, that for a lot of what I write, I don't put much or any thought into it at all. All the metaphors, etc. come from my subconscious. When I write a poem, I'm done in roughly less than 15 minutes, because I just go from start to end with whatever flows. I just open up my mind and let my subconscious guide what goes down, simply because my subconscious knows more than I ever will. It's always back there, figuring stuff out for me, keeping my memories, etc. It's all still ultimately my work, just from a part of myself that isn't exactly open for me to control, if that makes sense.

 

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This topic was given to me in a poetry chatroom on AOL. In the chatroom, people 'tag' each other to post poetry, and give them a topic to write about, which they then have to write about then and there. This is what I came up with for

Ethereal World

in the world we live in
we have crooked people
ruined politicians
these are the people ruling our nation
thinking they have the right ideas
not bothering to say that their ideas
will only benefit themselves
and what they want
in the world we live in
we have people starving to death
while others sit down at a smorgasboard feast
throwing out half of what was prepared
destroyed, wasted
in the streets of third world countries
children pick up arms and fight wars
to the death, without a second thought
I mean, what could there be for them thats more
than what they have come to know
an existence of tragic misfortune
where each day is a struggle for survival
the difference between rich and poor grows greater
almost on a daily basis, the greed of some growing bigger
in the world we live in
people turn inward and ignore whats going on
a woman being abused or raped
a child being neglected
its on the news and all we can do
is just sit and say how horrible is that
while doing nothing at all to raise a stopping hand
and all I can say is that this can not be reality
that these things that occur, these tragedies
must be something of a world worse than the one I live
but it all comes boiling down to an end
this IS our reality, our tragedy, our deepest shame
this ethereal world is the one we live
where millions die every day that shouldn't
when the actions of people around the world could prevent it
but they choose not to
this world, the people in it
each trying to do the best they can and failing miserably
and all I can do is sit and ask why
why is it so hard for one person to help another
in this ethereal world​

 

[idiotic idioms]

I am currently gathering all of my love poems together and am editing them in the hopes of having them published. I'm not having too much of a problem with it, but if there is anyone who is good at spotting improper uses of punctuation that was willing to look over my editing, it would be greatly appreciated.

Got 4 poems edited and ready to be put into my book today, so I'm not doing too bad. Once I get that done, I'll have to write the filler for in between the poems, as I don't like the idea of having the poems all in a row. I'm thinking of writing out my thoughts about love, my theories and conclusions, and then filtering in the poems throughout. I have come up with a title for the book, but it's not set in stone yet. So far, what I have is 'Poetry for the Romantically Inclined: a Collection of Love Poems', which is a little bit windy, but I like it.

Anyway, here's another poem:

Darling Love

Darling love, I give to thee,
my heart; my soul; the air I breathe,
because I need them not with you around:
You lift me up off solid ground.
An angel fallen from heaven,
or so it seems to me, the son of Adam.
Lovely like the warm, summer breeze.
As pure as the winter snows.
My love for you is never ending,
Like a plant it grows and grows.
Your face, giving tribute to the night sky
with stars shining forth, in place of eyes,
with hair that would put the colors of autumn to shame:
Reddish hue; a fiery blaze.
A mouth so sweet, it seems to me,
that all things sugar lessen in comparison.
My dear, sweet heart, that is not all:
your smile is like the morning sun,
a shining light upon me falls
and staring at it's beauty, I am stunned;
paralyzed in place;
listening to the Angels singing
what sounds like Amazing Grace,
and with each passing breath I breathe,
I thank God for the gift he gave to me:
You, my love; my angel; my goddess; my baby​

 

[idiotic idioms]

Alright, time for a break in your regularly scheduled poetry: I have turned my myspace into a center for all of my writing projects that I'll be working on in the future. I have cleared out all the apps I was using on it and my old blog posts and have posted new ones. I'm finally going to buckle down and get serious about a career in writing, and what I need right now are fans, people to read my work, enjoy it and possibly tell their friends. I can't do this alone. (trust me, I tried, lol) Seriously though, the fans, friends and family are the people who make up who an entertainer is. Without those three things, and of course a good ability to entertain, the entertainer is nothing. I literally can't do it without the support of the people around me, so I have to do what I'm not good at and ask for help. Can you guys please help me?

The link is here: http://www.myspace.com/poeticwit

Thank you,

Christopher M Brown