For the haters, for the lovers

[Bioture]

Originally posted by TelC@t
Material Girl and Bioture, please explain your signatures. My cat stole my brain this morning ... yes its the cat on my avatar, I know she's cute, but SHE IS MINE ... no she does not eat sausages. What? NO she is not on a diet.

k I'll talk to you later.

Share poems and criticism. Not boobs and stupidity. Geez even sir bracco managed to do at least that. I'm really disappointed in you, Telcat.

[sir bracco]

Originally posted by Bioture
Share poems and criticism. Not boobs and stupidity. Geez even sir bracco managed to do at least that. I'm really disappointed in you, Telcat.

thanks ur cool to Bioture i manegedge not to say anything total stupid or start another fight...some how...does any1 want me to post a poem or should i just make coments (if u guys say both i promise not to swear on this thread any more...yes that is a big thing for me to do)

[ZeUs!!]

One day I stole a giraffe,
I thought it would be a laugh,
The giraffe betrayed me
Took one look at me and ate me
And THE PUSHER invited the giraffe to join staff

[Venus]

While we're KINDA on the subject of depressing melodramatic poetry.. wrote this a while ago ;/

The moon up above
And the stars in the sky
Look down on me
As I cry

The man on the moon
Lsitens when i shout
He helps me t believe
That things will work out

The sun however
Through all the while
He sees me laugh
He sees me smile

He is fooled
Like everyone else
He dosn't see the pain
That I keep to myself

And so it goes on
Tears at night
And a smile at noon
When the sun shines bright

[Volcs]

i watch my life float away
it seems that i will never fly
feeling my foots lightness
the weight lies within
forgiveness for another day ruined
as my self control falters i turn towards them
these that bring hell inside me
one simple liquid
the simple syrup Yellow and pale
ghastly danger. my heart trips
i can feel the attack waiting to creep up on me
i'm never going to make it
i try to disappear into this air that keeps getting heavier
visibly descending within myself
i'll lose my emotions just for you
on my knees again, the tiles scrape this flesh
on my knees again, closer to death
on my knees again, my life pours away from me
another sip
another glance, i'll flash a glowing smile
suffocated inside by a mass of flesh that keeps getting thicker
dancing through fire i embrace the cold, it numbs me still
i throw myself at the looking glass
and now i am truely lost in the blur of my distortion
i let the air be my cradle
my step unheard
the thump gone, but in
my head
i close my eyes, i see her
the image distracts me
corrupts me
i give the wind my hand
inhaling the staleness of this purity
on my knees again
i like the fake taste

[Volcs]

sad eyes stare me down
searching out all of my flaws and
nothing seems to go away
growing further from me

things have lost their purpose
there is no emaning to this
i just don't care anymore
what is wrong with me?

fixated on myself
the world has stopped and frozen
nothing seems to penetrate
the cycle never ending

and i feel nothing at all
mutated from what i seek
love and beauty
scared of me

i feel so unwanted
every flaw is my foe
i hate who i am
and where i go to be alone

[Volcs]

so sheltered from the outside world
don't have to look
don't have to see
don't have to be
unless i want.
all is well
and nothing is real
unless i want it to be.
living in my fake world
under the covers with my books
my thoughts
never have to face the world
can spend my life tucked away
kept safe from the cold.
unforgiving world outside
no one daring to be mean
no one daring not to love
not daring to leave me
So protected i sit.

[Volcs]

life is cold and painful
the world will only hurt you more
rip into your soul and kick out the waste
as there is nothing left to hold onto anymore
we can stand in the shadows of darkness
between life and death
and we will never be greated by anything
a life in shambles and the angry wind will only blow you down
isn't it beautiful; the gray skies and the dreary nights
the blood stained sheets and the knife under the covers
and wouldn't a dream of solitude simply sparkle in your eyes
and wipe away all of the tears

[Volcs]

walls close in
and a heart leaps
pain and suffer
in a black dark life
the skeleton howls and hurts
from touch
a beautiful creation
touched ever so lightly
light
don't break it
not the skeleton locked in the closet
the best friend
she is suffocating
she is true beauty
a face lit by stars
and the fires of hell
burning and clawing
ripping the skin away
to a nothing precious worthless pile
a pile worshipped by all
to be condemned
to be killed
the whisper of the utter calm will fill the air
as the trees fall down

[ZeUs!!]

I prefer apples to guavas,
My cat prefers guavas to bananas;
BUT WHEN MY GUAVA GETS SPOILT,
MY BLOOD STARTS TO BOIL;
I and feed his banana to my iguana.

Amen.

[Facetious]

From the Bad Teen Angst Poetry webpage:

I, ruler of wax fruit
...written at age 16...

no, i don't rule kingdoms
i'm much more important than that
when i told my dad about it
he puked into his hat

why wax fruit, you ask?
well, no one ever talks back
if i ruled over people
i think my head would crack

sometimes it gets lonely though
'cause those who see me run
my necklaces are made of grapes--
i was almost choked by a nun

she said i was evil
then i said "um, no"
then my navy (mostly peaches)
cherry bombed her.
.
. oh hellish woe

[Material Girl]

i'll leave it to the professionals.....

Woodstock

I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me...
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
And try and get my soul free

Chorus*
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
I don't know who l am
But life is for learning


We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden



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Blue

Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, THERE is a song for you
Ink ON A PEN
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there's so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it through these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me



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

Down to You

everything comes and goes
marked by lovers and styles of clothes
things that you held high and told yourself were true
all start changing as the days come down to you

down to you, constant stranger
you're a kind person you're a cold person too
its down to you

you go down to the pickup station craving warmth and beauty
you settle for less than fascination,
a few drinks later you're not so choosy
and the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you found
clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
you hurry
to the blackness
and the blankets
to lay down
an impression
and you're lonely

in the morning there are lovers in the street
they look so high
you brush against a stranger and you both apologize
old friends seem indifferent, you must have brought that on
old bonds are broken down
love is gone

ooh, love is gone
written on your spirit the sad song
love is gone

everything comes and goes
pleasure moves on too early and
trouble leaves too slow
just when you're thinking you've finally got it made
bad news comes knocking at your garden gate
knocking for you, constant stranger
you're a brute, you're an angel
you can crawl, you can fly too
it's down to you
it all comes down to you



music & lyrics
by Joni Mitchell

[a faulty toaster]

Indifferance

When Grandmamma fell off the boat,
And couldn't swim (and wouldn't float),
Matilda just stood by and smiled,
I almost could have slapped the child.

[a faulty toaster]

Presence Of Mind

When, with my little daughter Blanche,
I climbed the Alps, last summer,
I saw a dreadful avalanche
About to overcome her;
And, as it swept her down the slope,
I vaguely wondered whether
I should be wise to cut the rope
That help us twain together.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I must confess I'm glad I did,
But still I miss the child - poor kid!

[a faulty toaster]

Tragedy

That morning, when my wife eloped
With James, our chauffeur, how I moped!
What tragedies in life there are!
I'm dashed if I can start the car!