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poetry contest [21 May 2006|02:46pm]
fictionfanatic
The challenge right now is to write a poem that's starts with if. Post your submission at poetrycafe.
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2 More New Poems [07 May 2005|06:36pm]

vudija
Spark (The Excitement)-May 2005

The touch of the face,
kiss of the lips,
and the whispered words
spark the excitement.

Pulled closer to him,
hand to the hip,
and one to the back
spark the excitement.

Holding me there,
fingers through hair,
kissing the neck
spark the excitement.

Eyes lock on sight,
whispered confession,
two hearts collide
spark the excitement.

Hearts beat faster,
kissing slows down,
souls rise above
spark the excitement.


Wrong-May 2005

I thought my confidence
relied on you, but
boy, was I wrong.

I thought you would always be mine
until the day was done, but
boy, was I wrong.

I thought you were my match
my other half to make me whole, but
boy, was I wrong.

I thought we'd end on a good note
a friendship that lasts, but
boy, was I wrong.

I thought I knew and needed you
that you made the difference, but
boy, was I wrong.


Growing Up-May 2005

On the way to growing up,
I've learned that things have changed.
I'm not the girl I used to be,
and probably never will be.

I always saw myself as strong,
as the girl who stood a chance.
I always knew my place in life,
and thought so highly of all.

I'm not as brave as at first I thought,
I'm actually quite scared.
I'm not as unresponsive as they think,
I'm just worried of their reaction.

I'm an emotional wreck at best,
but most would never know.
I try to spare them all of my pain,
and keep it bottled up inside.

On the way to growing up,
I've learned that things have changed.
I'm not the girl I used to be,
and probably never will be.
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When it Rains [07 May 2005|06:35pm]

vudija
When it Rains---May 2005

The smell informs me of its impending return,
a time to dance and play.
The breeze picks up my hair and plays with the leaves,
the sound heard from yards away.

The clouds roll in and darken on sight,
birds begin to play a melody.
Thunder is heard from miles away,
but no one's worried.

It trickles down like tears from Heaven,
the Earth is quenched on contact.
Puddles form on the saturated soil,
and insects rejoice.

Adults run for cover within the house,
while children run outside.
They laugh and dance without any fear,
and parents watch the fun.

It comes down harder and faster,
and the children get louder.
Parents worry when lightning strikes,
and children are ushered in.

They had their fun, their little dance,
but now it must be done.
Little hands rest on window panes,
and faces pressed to glass.
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2 Poems [07 May 2005|06:34pm]

vudija
Friends, We Shall Be---May 2005

If we can't be together,
I can't have you for me.
I won't settle for less than forever,
friends, we shall be.

If you feel no attraction,
I understand fully.
I had the same reaction,
friends, we shall be.

If you want to talk,
I'll listen freely.
If you are in need of a walk,
friends, we shall be.

If you have no one to turn to,
I'm always here, truely.
I'll be here to comfort you,
friends, we shall be.


Mr Right. (in front of me)---May 2005

I have to wonder,
if you were always there,
right in front of me.

Were we friends at one point,
or did we share a class?
Were we seeing people,
and did we ever meet?

Were you a member of my club,
or did we meet online?
Were we sharing an elevator,
and did you see me there?

Were you someone that I knew,
or do we still talk today?
Were we social and flirtacious,
and did we ever flirt?

I have to wonder,
if you were always there,
right in front of me.
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Hey... [21 Apr 2005|07:06pm]

xxxcupcakexxx
[ mood | cold ]

Um...

Yeah, I know, random post, nobody posts in here anymore, but seeing as I tried to leave and it didn't let me, I guess I have a confession to make?

I don't know what's going on in here. Look, either, we keep this and try and run it again for awhile, since it seems like all of us forgot about it, or... well we could do something with it, or... well we could just get rid of it...

But seeing nothing is really going on here, let's figure something out.

Comments?

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[12 Mar 2005|08:14am]

justa_paperbag
Who wants to take over?
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"Bloody Red Tears" [21 Jan 2005|07:44pm]

xxxcupcakexxx
[ mood | happy ]

Written January 14th, 2005

Stressed out, cold, broken
The way I've felt so many times before
This time it feels so fresh
A brand new scar
Red and bleeding,
My face soaked in angry tears.
I live in forever happiness
And yet I cannot control my blood
It boils and bursts
Heated by jealousy, hatred in my heart.
Do you dare to tell me to calm down?
My unruly heart flows
Full of emotion and deep regret
For all the things I have done.
My anger is more at myself
Than it will ever be upon you
But to cut, to bleed
Is not on my list of options...
I'm already bleeding, already hurt
Already stressed out and broken
So must you spill more of my blood,
More of my bloody red tears?

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[11 Jan 2005|01:20am]

holdthepast
Third version of a song I wrote about a friend that died while drunk driving.

Where do you go after death, is there a heaven?
If you're an angel would you answer my question?

The light on your grave shines a dark tone of gray,
the monument of your memories, topped with a vase,
of flowers that represent the last place you'll lay,
If I could see you I'd scream to your face,
About how you preached not to do the things you did,
Yet you turn around and did it, hypocritical at best,
You we're always the smarter one ever sense we were kids,
But as people grow up they care less and less,

But thats something that shouldn't of changed

Where do you go after death, is there a heaven?
If you're an angel would you answer my question?
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[02 Jan 2005|05:44pm]

xshadowedxpastx
look..i wrote a song.

streets aloneCollapse )
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[17 Dec 2004|05:28pm]

justa_paperbag
[ mood | creative ]

Autumn AprilCollapse )

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[22 Nov 2004|06:10pm]

xshadowedxpastx
hey..if anyone wants to check out poetry I've already written, you can go here:

http://apoeticsong.diaryland.com/


leave me some comments telling me what you think please!!
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[22 Nov 2004|06:04pm]

xshadowedxpastx
Remember The Night


The years flew by fast
And the memories will last
The laughs and the smiles
Through all of life's trials

Remember the night
We knew it'd be alright
We looked at the sky
And said we'll fly high.

Fly high into the skies
With courage in our eyes
We'll be best friends 'till the end
I can tell you're a friend.

Can you picture the future
When we'll go our separate ways
Not knowing which path to take
Or what clouds to fly by?

I know in my heart, my mind
That you are the kind
I will meet again in the skies
With strong courage in our eyes.

When the years have flown by
And we have flown sky high
Because of that night
When we knew it'll be alright.


by Jen Poblete
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just a few [21 Nov 2004|12:19pm]

udontknow_04
so this is my first post in this comm since...forever. haven't really been in a qriting mood. and what ever i have been writing has been really pissy and stupid.

just a few of the dumber ones...Collapse )
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[20 Nov 2004|10:51pm]

justa_paperbag
[ mood | creative ]

Jim and Jessica

Jim was a shy boy.
He liked a girl from his school, named Jessica. She was beautiful.

Jim always wanted to go up to Jessica and tell her how beautiful she was, but he never had the courage. He always stared at her, thinking of how attractive she was. He always wanted to be her friend. He always wanted to be one of the cool kids, but he never had the courage.

Jim hated his shyness, but he could never overcome it. His shyness made him suffer.

Jim always wanted to tell Jessica how he felt, but he never could. He always saw it happen in his mind, though. In his mind, he would walk up to Jessica while she was leaving class and stop her in the hallway right outside the door. She would look puzzled and ask him what he wanted.

Jim would stare at her and say, “Jessica, you know you’re beautiful. You’re so cool. I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re awesome, and....” He’d look away for a second, then look back, into her eyes, “I like you, Jessica... I always have. I’ve just never had the courage to tell you, until now. I knew I had to tell you sooner or later, and I decided sooner than later.” He looked at her face. She looked distraught. In sadness he said, “Well, I just thought I should tell you... Good-bye.”

After he’d say that, he’d slowly walk away, hoping she’d walk up to him and return her feelings on the subject. In his mind, she did. She ran to him and grabbed his shoulder. She’d turn him around, drop her books and kiss him.

But, that was only in his mind...

The way it really happened was as follows:

Jim and JessicaCollapse )

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[09 Nov 2004|06:48pm]

udontknow_04
[ mood | crushed ]

once again

once again I find my self
wishing you were here.
once again i read those words
sounding so sincere

Waiting for a response
to everything I ask
and once again i'm crying
cuz i know you wont come back

Once again i sit here
waiting for you to speak
trying hard to understand
what happened in the last week

once again I find myself
trying to find words.
trying to make you understand
how bad i've been hurt.

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for:Michael Thomas Mancuso Jr. [06 Nov 2004|07:37pm]

mansonschic666
[ mood | determined ]

i don't think people actualli read these anymoreCollapse )

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"In Essence" - 2004 [29 Oct 2004|06:28pm]

vudija
She's got the voice an angel:
the smile of a child,
long blonde hair,
and deep blue eyes.

She's got full crimson lips;
that spread when she smiles:
She can light up a room;
in the dead of the night.

Her giggle's contagious;
everyone's laughing.
There's no room for sadness,
when she's close by.

She's peaceful and calm;
a tear never falls.
In essense, she's perfect;
if you believe in such a thing.
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the following poem has been rated M for mature *caution* [28 Oct 2004|09:42pm]

xshadowedxpastx
the following poem has been rated M for mature *caution*

I swear I can go on like this foreverCollapse )
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Story I started writing. Not finished, yet. [28 Oct 2004|11:07am]

justa_paperbag
[ mood | bored ]

Boy is quiet at wrong times, speaks at wrong times, and there are never any right times for him.

When in class, he falls out of his chair and is loud and disruptive, trying to get attention.

When at lunch with friends, he just sits and listens to them, never adding his voice to the table.

When he gets a job, he’s loud/social on the job, but in the break room or before/after work, he’s quiet and pretty much keeps to himself.

He’s never had a girlfriend and all his best friends have left.

He wants to go to college to become a music and/or math teacher but when he gets there, he hates it and quits.

He gets an apartment and works more and lives alone.

He invites friends over and has parties free of drugs and alcohol and he meets a girl.

The girl is beautiful (unconventionally) and shy. They meet in the kitchen where the boy went to be away from the party.

She was sitting at the table, alone, drinking something, staring out the window and didn’t notice him come in.

He then gets a drink himself, and sits down. She doesn’t notice at first, and continues to stare at the constellations, until she takes a drink and sees him sitting there, looking the other way.

After she finishes drinking, she says, “this party sucks, doesn’t it?”

He looks at her, smiles and responds, “yeah it does.”
“I never have a good time at these things. Everyone’s always drunk or stoned. I hate it.” Although the boy wished for the party to be alcohol/drug-free, his guests brought their own paraphernalia.
“Yeah, I know what you mean…”
“So, what’s your name? I’m April,” she said staring from her drink to the boy.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you April. I’m Stephen.”
They shake hands and smile. “And it’s nice to meet you, too, Stephen.”
She thinks for a second and then asks, “Wait, the guy that lives here is Stephen… Is that you?”
“Unfortunately,” he says with a weak laugh.
“Oh, stop. So, if this is your party, what are you doing in there?” She asked.
“Well, I don’t’ know. This was the first party I’ve had or been to, and it’s just so boring. I said no alcohol and no drugs, but no one listened and they’re all high and drunk.”
She says with her eyes, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“I had to get away from it. No one paid any attention to me, and they all did what they wanted, so I came in here to escape.”
“I understand. I did the same. This isn’t my first party; my friends keep dragging me with hopes I’ll meet some guy, but all of the guys I meet at these things are moron drunks.”
“Well, you met me here,” he says with a somewhat nervous smirk. “I’m not a drunk.”
“And you don’t seem like a moron, either,” she says with a chuckle.
They both laugh awkwardly, and he then asks if she wants more to drink.
“Sure, that’d be nice,” she said, and then turned her stare back to the stars. “What I really want is to get out of here, though.”
As he got up and opened the fridge, he agreed, “yeah, but I can’t tell everyone to get out. They’ll hate me.”
“So, just leave then. They don’t need you,” she said with a big hopeful grin.
He gave her the drink and reciprocated the smile. “Alright, let’s go then,” he said, paused and then asked, “do you have a coat or something?”
“Yeah, it’s in the living room.”
He gleefully asked what it looked like and then retrieved it.
When he returned with her coat and his sweatshirt, she smiled. “Thanks. So, how’re gonna leave without them knowing?” She asked while pointing to the living room full of loud, drunken fools.
“Well, we can go down the fire escape… if you want, or we can just go through the front door. It’s not like anyone would notice.”
She stood up as he was talking and put on her coat. When he finished, she said with a half smile, “let’s take the fire escape.”
They both smiled and walked toward the window. He tried to open it, but since it was the middle of Autumn, it was too cold to budge as easily. She reached over and helped him and it opened. He got out first, and then held her hand as she stepped out. They closed the window and climbed down the ladder.
After they reached the ground, they both looked up and smiled.
“So, where to, now?” She asked as they started walking through the alley between the two old brick apartment buildings.
“Well, I don’t know,” he said with a nervous laugh.
“Do you have a car?” She wondered as she turned to see his answer.
“Unfortunately, no. Do you?” he asked, hopefully.
“I do, but it’s at home. My friends brought me. But, that’s okay. I like walking.”
He looked at her and smiled, “yeah, me too.”
So, they slowly walked down the street away from the loud party.
“So, do you go to school?” he questioned.
She paused for a second, and then answered, “Yeah. I go to the community college.”
“Oh yeah? What year?”
Again, she hesitated for a second, looked away, and said, “freshman.” Then she turned to him. “What about you?”
“I was a freshman, but I dropped out after first semester. I couldn’t handle it anymore. It didn’t seem to be helping anything, and I feel so much better now.”
She smiled and looked at him. “That’s good. Whatever makes you happy. You shouldn’t do something you don’t like.”
“Yeah. So what’re you majoring in?”
She paused once again and then responded with, “I don’t’ know exactly, yet, but I’m thinking maybe some kind of art, like maybe photography.”
“Cool, cool. I wanted to major in music, but couldn’t at the school I was at… Man I hated that place.”
“Damn, that sucks.” she said as they crossed a street continuing to distance themselves from the apartment.
“Yeah, but at least now I have time to work on what I love; my writing.”
“You write? That’s awesome. What kind of stuff do you write?”
As they passed a broken street light, he said, “All kinds of things: poetry, stories, music, free-writes, fantasies, movie ideas. You know, whatever’s on my mind, really.”
“Yeah? That’s cool. I have a few poems but that’s about it. I’m more into the visual arts, like photography and drawing.”
“That’s cool. I used to draw.”
“Why ‘used to’?”
“Because after drawing class in high school, I could never really draw anything good on my own.”
“Oh. Well, I bet if you wanted, you could draw beautifully,” she said, warming him up with her smile.
As he walked, with his hands in his sweatshirt, he stared at his company.
Her brown, curly hair perpetually falling in her face, covering her beautiful pale green eyes, would be pushed aside with her small hands during each conversation.
“So, are we walking anywhere, or are we just walking?” She asked, staring straight ahead.
Snapping out of his trance, “well, I guess it’s up to you, but I should probably get back soon.”

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"Fading" and "The Dark Winter Sky" [23 Oct 2004|09:11pm]

xxxcupcakexxx
[ mood | happy ]

"Fading"
Written October 20th 2004

Rain falls on my beautiful parade
I cry, feeling all I had is lost
You were the sun in my morning sky
The crystal white stars of night
A helper, lover, friend and guide
But it seems I've lost the path...

The night sky is empty
The cold bitter darkness covers all
No light from the shores
To guide this lost ship home
I took my careless thoughts for granted
Beacuse I thought they'd be our future
But the stormy sea around us
Has torn our dreams apart

My eyes turn gray, lose life without your warmth
I shiver when all else is hot as steam
Your fiery eyes are lost in my memory
Ice has covered my every vision of you
The sadness in my expression
Is all I can seem to show
The snow, the nexw fresh snow
Covers the barren land that fall has created for me

Our hot summer love is fading
In front of my formerly bright brown eyes
I cannot see, but fear for you
That you're right, that it's falling apart
Fall has come to take away life
And with it, takes my patience and love
I wish I could love you forever, but it seems
That we cannot stay happy in love...






"The Dark Winter Sky"
Written October 23rd 2004

I've long been searching for
The beginning of the end
The last stronghold before we break...
Everything I want to have
Is locked behind a door at the end
Of the path through dangers
Of the pain and suffering I handle
Day to day, moment to moment
Everything is old and dull and dry
And I am searching for your brillance
Like the bright shining moon
In the dark winter sky...

The darkness from around me
Does not take my soul
There's light in my heart
So deep inside of myself
Where everything good in me hides
And I feel alone sometimes
But I let my beautiful violet light escape
I want to make everyone as happy
As I feel in these moments
Because nothing will bring me down
I will remain on high
As I search for you, my crystal white star
In the dark winter sky...

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