?poetry?

[brokencello]

Thank you. Speaking of abstract, my friend just sent a really weird one into my mailbox. It made me write this, which is bizarre.

My eyes are clouded over
My lips will never move again
My hair is getting thinner
My body's skin and bones
What happened, you ask
I'm dead you see
And if you don't remember
It's in the darkest corner
Of your eternal mind
I died just yesterday, you see
And it was all an accident
Your car and my bike
Your concussion my life
Your eyes look so confused to me
Your lips are frozen helpless
Your head is scarred and hurt to me
Your body on a machine
What happened you ask
You're hurt you see
And if you don't remember
It was before the memory scan
Light on light
Dark on dark
Red on blood
I'm dead you see
It was your fault
But if you can't remember
Is there any pain at all?



We spin forever in space
Only to remain here on earth
Will you live to see the next dawn?
Will I die to see a sea of black?

We are not here
to cause war I hope
more likely to cause peace
But we are causing war right now
Peace is just a memory
Look at the sun
It is yellow it is gold
If you look at the sun today
A flicker of peace escapes
The war is black
It's in my home
It's in my bed
It's waiting
BLACK
And I cannot escape it
It's just
so hard
to do
Can you help me escape it?
Or have you missed the dawn
I'm not on a bed of blackness yet
But it's closer than before
Closer
Closer
Closer
I'm scared
Of the black
I want the white
But black is everywhere
You're turning black
Blood and hate and horror
Got black?

[Zgirl]

Uh that was really freaky BC. Anyways did you know that people in central africa say black is a lucky color. (Okay these people live in the desert so think desert.) It's the color of the rain clouds, cows, and their skin color. I think black is a lucky color too! it's also the color of the night sky. I think blood hate and horror are red. Black is kind of peaceful if you know what I mean. Think about it. If you were stuck in a box which color would you like it to be.
White or Black? i think a white box would drive me crazy, nothing but white all around me. But a black box would be a little better.
(But if I could really choose I would want a <span class="ev_code_PURPLE">purple</span> box!)

[semiramis]

And in most of Asia, white is the color of death. Which is interesting, because people are always forgetting that when they look at the yin and yang.... it's the masculine one that gets the stigma-d color, not the feminine, as a lot of peeps mistakingly assume ^.^

I agree with Z, a white box would be worse.... black is like oblivion--just plain and simple lack of anything, and it's harder to notice the passage of time... but white... white is white, but white is, as an infusion of all colors of light, really quite a noisy color.

...although I suppose that if you're inside a box, it's black no matter what color it is.

...which, in itself, is a bit of a metaphor...

[Rysade]

Haha! Black box/White box testing! It's a programming practice! Black box testing is then you enter information, and analyze the output, and determine if it's correct. White box testing is when you analyze the program based on it's insides. Actually, I'm not positive that's too accurate. Ardub would know, he automates testing for Microsoft, I think.

[brokencello]

If you're going to critize me
For the color I see when I close my eyes
And think of death
Then you make your own
We have no right to criticize
Until we have made the accomplishment
And if we forget
We realize later our comments were nothing

I guess what I'm trying to say is, white sends a feeling of purity through a lot of people's minds. When you have been terrorized, you often wake up to white, like a layer of peace...It's just that whenever I'm searching, it's black. I know that sounded nutty, but just trust me. And the black is the color of nightmares to me. And I feel kind of stupid with you telling me what cultures like black and hate white...because I was trying to help you Americans get it...black is dark...and dark is evil we are told. I was attempting a new type of poetry--if you didn't like it, you could just say so, but it wasn't as ordinary as my normal stuff. *tilts back head and closes eyes, listening to distorted heavy metal reign in her ears* So anyway, I was trying to cast an image of shadow--do you realize how much war we're in? I was trying to say that everyone who trys to help dies off. I tried--I died. Am I being resurrected? Will I come back? I'm trying. Because I missed the dawn. And I know this might now make sense to you, and that you all hated my poetry, but just...try, ok?

[semiramis]

Oh.... I'm sorry!!! T.T.... I didn't mean to criticize you... I actually really liked it, very mood-setting and emotional. I was actually just trying to share an interesting cultural fact... I'm sorry if you took offense

[brokencello]

Nice cover-up. I understand if you don't like it, and it's ok if you took offense. It meant something to me...that...maybe you can't connect with. Maybe...it's too abstract, stretching into the farthest corners of my mind.

[semiramis]

No, really, I didn't dislike it.... abstract is fine. Most of my own most recent stuff is more abstract in its tendancy... like I said, I was just making a note of an interesting cultural discrepency, and how it affects the way individuals think... I'm of asian descent, myself, which is probably one reason why the cultural connotations of the colors black and white are getting slightly blurry for me (mostly because most of the people I hang out with are asian, too). There wasn't any offense taken on my part at all; I didn't realize I was coming off sounding like I did, sorry.

...? Am I making sense?

[Rysade]

You wanna play the angst game? We can play the angst game.

**************

With darkness the eye is ever inward.
Lovers of the night hate the rays that glare from lamps and lights.
Children of the Light
Exist only with the sun.
What do they care to know of themselves?
The Sun burns and shines.
Shines to show the surroundings
Burns to burn them away
Leaves nothing but their eyes to look at light and their companions in companionship united by worship of the sun.
But eyes see not themselves
Can eyes turn inward with their lids burned away, their bodies
Their MINDS HIDDEN FROM THEMSELVES
By the light?

**************

What's up? Your turn.

[brokencello]

It started out alone in the dark
Alone and weak and helpless
A poor man stumbled upon it
And unleashed it upon his rich old king
It sprayed and splashed and ate them all
It made the dark grow larger
It sank back down into a drop
A girl out for groceries found it
She picked it up ornamented her hair
She unleashed it upon her stepmother
Her name was Cinderella
And although you find her sweet and kind
A growing hating evil was all that was inside
After killing off the other race
It sank back down into a jewel
Another girl found it then
She put it on her belt that day
Snow White was of course her name
And the jewel slowly destroyed her
But the corset got her first
It withered on her withering corpse
Until another picked it up
Aurora she was called by most and Briar Rose by some
She put it on her finger--soon after pricked her thumb
And she died too soon after
This jewel of red this small fragment of blood
It waited another seven years before it rose again
This time was the worst of all
It swept the world of love and care
It killed off all true meaning
It replaced it all with fluorescent lights and cold metal
And bombs and telephones and noise
Its name was hate
And we are living in hate today
A fairy tale for some
A horror for the rest of us

[vegan_chick]

Herself is hidden inside
her sweet smile there to hide
the thousands of tears
her soul each day cries
and that flame of fears that never ever dies

"its not worth it" hisses a voice inside her head
"takes not long till that blissful day you're dead,
It's easy," it says, "you know what to do,
pretty soon, this pain will be through"

But that fear inside her blazed still
she could not determine her will
should I stick with this commitment to myself
and bear the strife?
Or should I seek peace
and leave behind my life?
Is there any other way to end my grief and pain?
Is there surely a rainbow admist all of this rain?

And she smiled her first genuine smile when her consious murmered yes!!

[Aurora]

Quiet sobs
Wrack his body
her body
so many tears...
we've all shed
yet...
why do we hide it
like some forgotten shame?
why...
does he
does she
go home at night
and reach for the knife?
a light shines in his
her
eyes.
the light of hate
self-hate
self-loathing
a line of red is painted
on his
her
wrist
stomach
ankle
somewhere where it won't be noticed
but it won't
no one looks.
no one cares
And why should they?
they're lost too
In their own problems
they probably go home at night and do the same...

[Birdhead]

The last line of that poem, Aurie, was really, really good- clever. Blackly funny. I liked it.

Hey, guys. Let's NOT play the angst game. The mreo you dwell on unhappiness.... I could, if I felt like it, write a depressing poem about why miy life sucsk because Dad's gone into recievership and we have no money and I feel guilty going to the school I'm going to and nobody understands me, dammit, angst angst ANGST...
... but that's all I've been doing for the past month, so I ain't gonna. I'm not saying sad poems aren't nice in their time, I just think I personally write too many of them too badly. So, a challenge: Can you write a happy, crafted poem? Due in this Monday, if you can.

[Aurora]

*blink*
*thinks*

Fun
Three letter word
but means so much
to me
bright sunny days
trying to drown each other in a pool
attacking each other with forks in the mall
going crazy at an anime convention
being myself
and let's be frank
if fun didn't exist
(oh black unhappy day)
we'd all blow up.

I'm no good with happy things.

[vegan_chick]

Okay now, what you've all been waiting for;
A HAPPY POEM!!!

Her garden lay open
greeting the rain
to kiss the withered flowers
that lay broken on the ground
like promises and hurting hearts
petals browning
but still delicate to the touch
still fragrant
still alive
just waiting
for the rain
to come dowm
and heal the pains
of the past


Okay, so maybe it's not that happy, but hey, it's not sad!