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Old 06-09-2008, 01:27 PM
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– The Poet Of The Fall –


I feel that poetry is by far the best way to let my feelings out, to take a load off my chest. And it works a lot of the time. Here, in this thread, I’m going to post up some of my poems, just to see what the rest of you think. They can get quite depressing, I’m warning you, and if you’re not in the mood to get depressed, then I’d recommend not reading them. Not that they’re anywhere near as good as many of the greats, but they can make you feel bad. Without further ado I will post up a poem (on the next post, I’d like to keep this post free for me to keep as a contents post), and if any of you would like to comment on any of my poems, please feel free to do so; I’m always ready for criticism, too, as long as it has a purpose.


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Post One – Introduction
Post Two – The Blackbird’s Song
Post Three – Unknown
Post Four – Dancing Maggie
Post Five – The Fish And The Water-Bearer
Post Six – Love Lacks A Heart; Dance
Post Nine – The Back Alleys Of My Mind
Post Twelve – Blade-pill; Your Kiss
Post Sixteen – Don't Use God As An Excuse
Post Seventeen – Close The God Damn Door
Post Nineteen – Bright Black, Dark White
Post Twenty – Try To Run From It, Dear. It Will Only Prolong The Pain
Post Twenty-four – She Did
Post Twenty-six – You Are Everything That’s Bad For Me
Post Twenty-seven – Talk About A Whimsical Mind



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Old 06-09-2008, 01:29 PM
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The Blackbird’s Song
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The blackbird sings its last song.
A song of intangible grief
As far as human understanding goes.
But there is something there
That strikes me hard;
Steel through my chest, as if some sort of misguided wake-up call

The untimely whirlwinds of chaos
Make their way
From east to west
In a never-ending path of destruction.
Someone is trying to tell us something
We are too stubborn to understand

I try to make a difference, I honestly do
But what can one lone boy do
Against the might of entire nations, bonding together
In false friendship?

Nothing.

I see the waves crashing against the rocky cliff-face and wonder:
Will this be the last of peace?
Will mankind’s overpowering urge to conquer
Take our planet away from us?
It is our planet, and we have the right to stand up
To protest
But what good has that ever done?

We scorn Greenpeace
Calling them no-good rabble-rousers.
But they have the right idea
If not the right execution.
It will not be a nuclear war that kills us
It will not be a Martian invasion
It will be our stupidity.
Our very own Goddamned stupidity.

Today, the trees outside my window are green.
Tomorrow –
Will they be brown?
Or will they not exist?
It is a question
It has an answer
It is up to you to find that answer.

Many will tell you to rise up
To be a hero
To save the world.
No, not me. I know what you will and will not do.
You will not rise up
You are no hero
You will not save the world.

Sometimes I look around and wonder
What kind of Gods would let a world strangle itself to death?
And then I look around again and realise
God left this place a long time ago.

But there is still hope.
There is always hope.
Man is a social beast
For once, mankind, pardon me
– womankind, too –,
Must use its horrible skills, the very skills that brought about this
Tragedy
To solve it. I will dream of that day.
For it will come.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe the next lifetime.
But it will come.



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Old 06-19-2008, 09:26 AM
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Unknown
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Unknown, she walks in
Through open doors
And glides before him
And angel of black moor.

A flash and the memory fades
His hands are slick with sweat
The metal cools against warm palm
Another time weaves its thread.

Unknown she speaks free
He stands on guard
Both friend and enemy
She thinks of him last.

A flash and the memory fades
The light before him widens
The nose indistinguishable
The light in his mind brightens.

Unknown she loves him
Rough edge, manicure
A teenage life enlightened
With feeling in his throat

A flash and the memory fades
Metal tinkles beside
Hands grope for handle small
Remembrance pushes all aside.

Unknown near future
To lovers passionate
The thought one more kiss spurs
Before it is all too late

A flash and the memory fades
He readies himself upright
The shot echoes in the room
The past is clear despite

Unknown she tricked him
Harlot of spite
Black heart now broken
Wails dwindle in the night

A flash and the memory fades
Ripped caps buckle below
Hands and knees floor and ice
Black eyes reminisce once more

Unknown she walks out
Through open doors
And glides right past him
An angel of black moor.



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Dancing Maggie
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Dancing Maggie lights up the sky
Waving her hands and smiling her smile
Nothing shines quite as bright
As her eyes.

Yes, I’m falling in love with a
Runaway girl
And I don’t know how I can stop it.

Her laugh, it echoes in the night
And makes me want to look at her
‘Cause every time I do I falter
And shiver.

But if every time I look at her
She would look back at me
And smile at me, I’d freeze
Forever.

The more I try to move away
The more I get trapped in
Her whirlpool
And I cannot get out.

I’ve given up.
I know it’ll never be.
But to have her love me
For even a second of our lives
Would be the sweetest thing.

I would love her back
And my social anomie
Would no longer matter because
I had her.

Dancing Maggie makes my heart beat
And I hyperventilate
When she approaches
Too scared to believe that maybe
It’s true

If she’d touch my skin, and
Kiss my lips, heaven would
Seem a reality.
And maybe then, in all of that
I’d open my eyes and see
That there’s a world beyond me.

Dancing Maggie would open my
Eyes to the wonders of life
And for that one moment
– though to me it would be a year –
She would know that I
Love her more than anything else
In the world

Dancing Maggie lights up the sky
Waving her hands and smiling her smile
Nothing shines quite as bright
As her eyes.

Dancing Maggie…


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The Fish and the Water-Bearer
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They lie together on the soft green grass,
Hand in hand, entwined forever.
He turns and looks into her brown eyes;
Man to wife, boy to lover.

Beside them, the radio plays softly,
A song of love and life.
The lyrics sad and out of place:
"A dagger or a knife?"

She switches it off, and smiles
That beautiful smile of hers.
He takes her head in his arms,
They kiss and concur.

He lays back and she follows suite,
They gaze up at the stars.
The cool velvet night-time backdrop;
It reflects who they are.

He takes her hand in his own,
And traces out a shape.
Star to star, join the dots,
Against the dark purple cape.

A shape is born, a figure is found,
Enlightenment dawns upon her.
It is a fish, the turn of change,
The sympathetic marker.

He smiles and takes her hand once more,
Tracing out again.
Her eyes get narrow, her mind gets to work,
To forsee his plan.

It is the mighty water-bearer,
Aquarius is his name.
He is her guardian, her zodiac,
Her enemies are his bane.

The boy slips his hand in his pocket
And withdraws a box.
He hands over the dark-green container,
He hands over the lock.

"Open it," he says with glee,
His eyes are wide with hope.
She slips in the key, and turns the lock,
He hopes that she can cope.

Out comes an amethyst ring:
A jewel of stubborn beauty.
He's on his knees and then he says:-
"Oh black rose, will you marry me?"



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Love Lacks A Heart
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From beginning to end, it rages
Ever on; a writhing turmoil
Buried deep in my heart, lacking
One itself to understand.

On the outside it exudes a
Beauty unmatched by any fellows.
It is the bearer of smiles
And howls; evil’s incarnate

It both conceives and kills
Mercilessly with a masked face.
Wily throughout it grows stronger
Due to idiocy and ignorance.

They call it blind; an
End to war and hate.
But indeed it only instigates
So, the blame missing it.

It is that beautiful yet
Despicable emotion. Life itself
Revolves around its every
Whim and fancy.

It is love.



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Dance
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Above me the stars sparkle
In a never ending twinkle
Of unknowing knowledge
That is beyond me right now.

Beside me I see the grey ocean
With hidden meaning to its
Waves of untimely chaos
A misunderstood mannequin.

Behind me the firelight crackles
As the mound of wood is burnt to ash
And smells of smoke clog my nose
Like my dream of make believe.

Beneath me my toes flex
As the sand caresses both my souls
Physical and metaphorical
Like the touch I dream about

But none of that matters to me
For standing right in front of me
Looking into my black eyes with
Your brown, is you.

Your smile is captivating
Your touch similarly so
And when you look at me with such
Affection, I can do nothing but melt.

I think of what to say, what to do
My mind trembles
But from behind me music flows
As the radio is turned on

I calm down and know what to say
Your manicured hands in mine
I raise them to my lips and say
“Will you dance with me tonight?”



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Great poems! I love other poets! :)

Words dont' really depress me, though.

Oh, I have a few poems myself, if you would like, check out the thread in the section called "My Poems"

By the way, I LOVE "Dance" its amazing!

I can tell that you are very spiritual, thats great, as I am too! Please read my poems if you have a chance :) I would love to discuss poetry and such with you
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Thanks for the compliments. I dunno how spiritual I am, but I do believe in God, so I suppose you could say that. Thanks once again, and I'll drop by your thread some time and read your poems as well.

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The Back Alleys Of My Mind
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Even as I sit here on the balcony and write,
The curious scents of cow dung and agarbatti mixing in my nose,
And the sparrows singing their last song for today,
I wonder if there really is any point.
I only write for myself, after all.
But if I do, is there any real reason for me to labour,
Penning down my thoughts in a coherent fashion,
When I can allow them to wander freely in the back alleys of my mind?

I cannot answer myself.
Believe me, I’ve tried countless times before, and failed to make sense out of my actions.
Even the senseless seem to have reason
To their rhyme;
A method to their madness.
But no.
Not me.
It’s strange, no doubt, but does it mean something?

That question, fortunately, I can answer.
And the answer is no.
Of course there is no hidden meaning.
God did not create me to be some sort of saviour, or a prophet.
No, I was created with the same purpose as the rest of humanity:
To live, to love, and to progress.
Perhaps the last of the three is the biggest mistake that
God has made.

Oddly enough, however, I do not laugh in the face of fate.
Many I know,
And many more that I respect,
Claim that fate does not exist, and that we are free to make our own choices.
To them I say only this: –
“Open your eyes, and look around,
“Then, you come tell me you don’t believe in fate.”

Is it not fate that put India between China and Alexander’s conquest?
Is it not fate that formed the Great Russian army, so that the forces of fascism could be halted?
Is it not fate that the Wright brothers slept in the same bedroom chamber?
Is it not fate that you are sitting there right now, reading this?
Let me answer you, my friend.
Yes, it is fate.
Fate is what carves us; fate is what shapes us into what we are
Just so that we can fulfil her unknowable machinations.

Destiny, however, is questionable.
Many people fail to see the difference, and indeed I am guilty of doing the same.
But I have realised that there is a difference,
And a vast one at that.
Fate lays out a sequence of events that our life must follow;
Fate gives us a path to walk on in this complex labyrinth of life.
Destiny places a burden on our shoulders;
It gives us a task that we must fulfil;
It pressures us.
But not fate.

I hope I am understandable in what I am saying,
For this is perhaps the first time I am not writing for myself.
This poem goes out to the people who are reading it right now.
I wish to make the discoveries I have uncovered clear to anyone in doubt.
Yes, I have found reason to my rhyme;
Method to my madness.
I am finally a normal poet.

If there even is such a thing…



As a side note, I live in India. Agarbattis are incense sticks which Hindus light and place in the praying room during the lighting-of-the-lamp ceremony in the evening. Well, that's what my family does, anyway.

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O.o I like your poems.

They're real fun to read, and I enjoyed reading them. I hope you write more poems.
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Haha. I'm not gonna stop writing poetry, you don't need to worry about that. I just need to wait for some inspiration to make me write something else.

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Blade-pill
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Black varnish and black jeans
Pink hair dye and pink seams
Thick liner and swift smile
Makes the waiting all worthwhile.

A soft hand upon my own
Sweet whispers and sweet tone
Black bracelet, studded belt
Those lips they make me melt.

One quick move and she stands up
Lifts the bottle and fills her cup
Blood-red liquid, oh so sweet
Three neck chains, oh so neat.

In my hand I hold the blade
The two of us in the shade
Down her throat the liquid goes
Skin as if it had just snowed.

To my mouth she holds white pill
Fiery eyes, I swear could kill
I hold blade over left breast
Wary of her hand on my chest.

Into my mouth, the pill goes
Sweet red liquor follows slow
Night moves in, such an art
Like my blade, plunged through her heart.



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Your Kiss
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I look in the mirror and see a boy
He stands tall and taunts me
I can do nothing, his words drill
Deep into my weakened brain
He tells me I am impure and weak
I am no more than a shadow
My heart is cut in half and vulnerable
The strong take advantage
My lies have come back to me
To haunt me till I die
The only thing that keeps me alive
Is the kiss you give me
It takes me away from my pain
Into oblivion



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You're quite the poet. ^.^ I love how honest your writing feels--you use the words well and... abuse pattern to its utmost while still being... er... not patterned?

If that makes sense to anyone besides me.
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Lol. I'll take that as a compliment. But yes, thank you. I vaguely get what you're trying to say. Vaguely, mind.

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c: Those were indeed all compliments, XD. I think what I was trying to say at the time I wrote that (aka two am after hunting down the mice living in the Chips Ahoy package I found under my bed, actually...) was: I enjoy the way you used patterns in your pieces. They were there, but they were subtle and flowed well, rather than the oft-abused 'every end word rhymes~'.

Possibly? :D

I really shouldn't use the internet after eight pm.

Anyways, I felt like reading something so I went back and reread a few of these. They're just as great the second time around, which is definitely a good sign. I'll be keeping tabs on this topic for more poetry. ^___^
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