For the haters, for the lovers

[Bioture]

A little of my poetry for you guys. flames welcome.


1/23/2003
(c) Reflect2k3

Vunerable

Darkness creeps along the brow blankets of black
To match this emotional lack
What you showed was all a lie
For me to see feel and not deny
Yet some see through your rack of lust
Those few you hate with up-most distrust
I alone see through all the masks
You make it seem like im the task
Now tsk tsk my own life is at risk
Vulnerable to those I see
The ones created to get rid of me
Swallow the pride forcing it down
Now to take the final plunge into a bitter hell with no frown
Feel the icy cool a grow
Now the knowledge caught remains unknown
Though the wall and grass and trees
Whisper the sin you acted out in short breeze
Slice me up slap me down repeat this act
Now in my own crimson I wish to lack
I sputter up more and force it back down
I am destroyed and my cards are knocked down

[Bioture]

11/3/2002
(c) Reflect2k3

No Surrender- Over the Top

Lock the doors, drop give me twenty
Twenty for you, the best I know how
One hundred percent, is it enough?
This is all I have, yet I am not impressed
Stand on the borders, don’t cross
Not yet, not without the scars of
Reality and the stitches of fantasy
Come back choking on my own breath
Is it my pride, or is it my weakness?
No one is there anymore, its just you
And yourself and the people that pretend
To care. Past the wastelands of belief
And honest opinions lies an oasis of
Fallacies that seethe through every drop
Of its sweet nectar.
Past the bruises and the cold weather
Cannot lie warm hugs and kisses but only
More pain. More suffering.

I look into the sky filled with fireflies and I
Welcome my enlightenment with open arms
I embrace the anguish in an attempt to prove
To myself and to everyone else
That I can do what I promise.
One hundred percent may not be enough
But I will never surrender
I will not quit this until my hands are soaked
In my own selfish desires
I called this my haven not knowing that
This, and everything else is just an illusion.
Nothing more. I have been over the top.
There is nothing else I can’t stomach
There is nothing else I’m unwilling to do
This is my sacrifice
This is no surrender
Over the top.

[Bioture]

RaIN
Reflect2k3 © 11/25/02

The endless rain keeps on pouring, soaking me with guilt,
I try to run away but my clothes are heavy,
The breathing is uneven, my heart is racing,
I’m afraid of the shadows that you left.
The streetlights blind my path,
I turn not knowing why, but still I run,
My legs are weary, my breathing harsh,
And I collapse, looking at the ground.
There is silence, yet there is cacophony,
And everything just spins around me,
I don’t look up; I don’t look to the sides,
I stare empty at the ground.

The endless rain keeps on pouring from the sky,
The droplets of it are nails in my back,
Ripping, tearing the jacket and my flesh
No sound just hollow stare, the silence.
Another lie, another kick in the ribs,
Yet I’m still breathing, still afraid
To look up and see the stars smile sardonically at me
The only promise is the end.

You shadows haunt me in the dark,
My past haunts me during the daylight,
And everything is just so screwed up,
I feel the blood drips down my chest.
Beat up, confused and tired,
I try to raise my brutalized form from the ground,
There is no energy left in my body
There is no soul in my heart
Yet I’m still running in my mind,
Yet I’m still guilty for those sins,

I will not find the peace; your shadows promised me that,
That’s why I run….
It is too late to ask for your forgiveness…
To say the truth there is no point in it.
Because the day I shot you in the head,
Half of my nightmares ended.
You looked so beautiful that night,
But when I was soaked in the blood there was nothing left for me,
Except to run…
The shadows haunt me in this endless rain,
I will never be free of this pain…
And I shut down, for now at least….
For now I feel, at peace.

[Bioture]

This one won the fall 2002 poetry contest at psu.

My Incurable Sickness
By Reflect2k3
10.6.2002

I fell. Straight and hard
And I was injured. Everything I knew was gone
I knew this was the start
Of everything that would be going wrong

I prayed every night for a cure
Something to make me forget
This feeling that makes me insecure
And sometimes makes me regret
What I have done
What I haven’t started
Things I should’ve said
Despite of what I’ve become.

You are my Incurable Sickness.
The only one I can’t touch, the only one I can’t have
Through my failures, through my successes
I’ve loved you, I’ve hated you.
I can’t have you

Ever since I met you, I’ve had this incurable sickness
I’ve become a patient towards my feelings
I’ve become a patient towards you

Ever since I fell,
Straight and hard
I’ve prayed for a cure
To rid me of this sickness

My Incurable Sickness

[Bioture]

An older poem, it was published in last years "The sound of Poetry" and came in second in the New York Poetry Alliance contest.


Discordant Rhythm
©Reflect2k3 Nov 2001

I have tried to talk to you
I have looked up and asked you
Why have you ignored me then and now
Why have you been mingling in my life so much?
And never bothered so much as telling me why
Things in my life have become so complicated
So different
You never judged anything I’ve done before
But you’ve always been there. Staring at me from the rooftops
Peeking at me through every keyhole
Eavesdropping endlessly from the windows
And altering my life in a way I never wanted

I still remember how beautiful you were
Eternally staring into the windows of my soul
As everyone dances and rejoices
I sat there silent and motionless
Listening to the raindrops outside
I lift my head and I wondered why
That every time it rains I think angels cry
Watching others around me
Flashing and showing off something I don’t have
Something I’m better off not having
So I have the last laugh
Whenever I open my eyes all I see is a blinding darkness
Whenever I lend you an ear all I hear is the deafening sound of silence
Whenever raindrops fell on my head, all I felt was hopelessness

I have always felt this way
Something I don’t have and cannot comprehend.
This is what you mean to me.
I wish I could just wake up and be what you want me to be
I wish I could suddenly forget who you are
And what you made me do and believe
How you made my life one of disbelief
How prayers are useless
And how miracles are mistakes

Because nothing will rise above the unzipping of pants
And the unfolding of wallets
Such is the price I’ve paid to escape boredom
This is why I stare at the sky
Looking at you looking into my eyes
I realize, that you are all the reasons why angels cry.

[Sleepy Weasel]

So you're basically just posting poems you like, that's the idea here?

[Bioture]

It would be nice if you could share poems you actually wrote, but whatever.

[Bilbo]

Stop posting those melodramatic depressing poems

[PolluX]

EENHOORN


Here, zonder naam en zonder gezicht
Zie vanuit den hoge
Op uw droeve eenhoorn neer
Die danig hunkert naar uw licht,

Die sierlijk door de wouden dwaalt
Maar bladeren geen voedsel vindt,
Die voor de poort der doden draalt,
Allen bladeren op uw wind.

Here, zonder handen zonder stem
Snij de lichtlans van zijn voorhoofd
En vang hem in uw stalen klem
Voor de wereld hem de glans ontrooft,

Lok hem langs de stapsteen sterven
Niet als anderen domweg gedoofd
Maar rein, vrij van bederven
Langs de kruisweg waar hij in gelooft

(J. 't Hooft)


Maakt gedrochtelijke tekeningen; gedegenereerde koppen, injectiespuit dwars door de keel. Kortom, tekeningen erg verwant aan druggebruikers.
"(opmerking over T'Hooft in het dagboek van een opvoeder. Verbeteringsgesticht Ruiselede, 24/05/1974)

[Material Girl]

incurable sickness could be a punk song - send it to bands man...

MADSKILLZ :eek:

[sir bracco]

Originally posted by PolluX
EENHOORN


Here, zonder naam en zonder gezicht
Zie vanuit den hoge
Op uw droeve eenhoorn neer
Die danig hunkert naar uw licht,

Die sierlijk door de wouden dwaalt
Maar bladeren geen voedsel vindt,
Die voor de poort der doden draalt,
Allen bladeren op uw wind.

Here, zonder handen zonder stem
Snij de lichtlans van zijn voorhoofd
En vang hem in uw stalen klem
Voor de wereld hem de glans ontrooft,

Lok hem langs de stapsteen sterven
Niet als anderen domweg gedoofd
Maar rein, vrij van bederven
Langs de kruisweg waar hij in gelooft

(J. 't Hooft)


Maakt gedrochtelijke tekeningen; gedegenereerde koppen, injectiespuit dwars door de keel. Kortom, tekeningen erg verwant aan druggebruikers.
"(opmerking over T'Hooft in het dagboek van een opvoeder. Verbeteringsgesticht Ruiselede, 24/05/1974)

good god what the hell? man i dont even spell that bad

[Verthanthi]

-Soothe -

Safe smooth case
Its top spins again
Push down hard, now turn
Fingertips grip plastic edges with plastic ridges
It makes a grating sound
Like steel beads on wood
Finally freedom

Sanitary smell and puffed cotton
Pull the cotton out
That creepy slippery touch of
Fibrous material sliding
Between forefinger and thumb
It makes no sound, but it still squeaks
Look inside

Round red rubies
Diamond white lozenges
Little, yellow, different
Blue, translucent, and plastic
They all spill onto skin
Some skitter onto the floor
Lost in pink bathroom carpets

Swallow
Bitter like soap they slide
Over spit-soaked tongue
And down the throat
A sip of sink water follows
To chase, not cleanse the taste

[Verthanthi]

The doorway's colours glow vibrantly like melting crayons
Crayons made of wood and glass
Inside, bare bulbs radiate every color not in the rainbow
Ugly bass beats abuse the air
Clomping upstairs, scuffed vinyl boots pinch my heels and toes
Salty saliva forms on my tongue
When I smell the burning steak and searing salmon
that sizzle deliciously on a grill
Those vibrant crayons are blue and liquid and luscious
The waitress wears black fishnets that accent her pale legs
She props my party a slew of virgin drinks
I wonder if she sees the silent word my lips mouth
They say, “You”
The deafening speakers of doom hush themselves (temporarily)
The room is silent as a mob
I stand suddenly and try to say something to her (something cool)
But he always falters the crowd
She will quickly forget the bizarre boy in a black bowtie
For he is a slippery memory
People who never knew him forget him
plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose
The tablecloth whispers sympathy to me
Wrapping me softly in virgin white

[Verthanthi]

-Orchid-

Frail like a rice paper window
Buffeted by unceasing winds
One more gust, and it will tear
And flutter off forgotten
Dancing and twirling away
Tattered into nothingness

Tender skin veils gleaming fangs
A puma ready to pounce
Has soft midnight fur
To blend into a starry sky
Prey only see glinting teeth
A moment before the end

An ephemeral avatar
Crafts a blind for all eyes

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Any constructive criticism would be appreciated.

[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.