Quietly Screaming
Without a voice,
just silent signs.
They bear no noise,
these screaming lines.
Hi all,
So, uh...I made this archive more for myself then for critics.
I'm currently assembling a poetry bundle,
so I needed to find all the poems I ever posted on this site
(stupid enough, I haven't got them on my PC).
And this is also a nice way to get them in one place and keep me
from the need to seek them again.
But I actually will be posting new poems here once in a while too,
for all of you to enjoy, so check in once in a while! ^^
Thus, here we go! =D
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*New Poems:
Yet to be titled
A fluid streaming through the air,
colorful, transparant,
and above all fair.
Isn't it apparrent,
to follow its generosity,
strolling through the sand.
Pacing the velocity,
to keep the peace of this day,
for losing it would be such a pity.
Do I not just want to lay,
and quietly drift,
along the shores of what may.
I guess I'll let you lift,
me up in your sphere,
and give me your gift...
I'll be asleep right here,
for as long as it takes,
for me to hear.
The verdict of the stakes,
that I need to know,
to reach the shore of your lake,
over the sea down below.
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Some random posted poems:
.
Yes, I know.
I joined with joy,
and loved a boy,
a boy who wasn't you.
Yes, I know.
I laughed with insanity,
as well as my pity,
for what could I do?
but cry not with tears,
but utter not by screams,
these meaningless words,
clichés, strings and cords,
I'm tied to you,
I'm tied to you!
Do you know what that means?
Do I?
Stab me now!
Lift me up!
Grab me now!
For I give up!
Why talk,
lie still?
Why whisper,
then leave?
Why scream,
and fight?
Why touch,
yet stay?
I'll talk without diversions,
and say what I have to say;
let light come through this day.
Yes?
Yes.
I will not lose you.
No?
No.
No...because you know that I love you.
A story in three nights: who will believe it?
1
Soft wind,
warm wind,
quiet in its roar.
Pulls me,
lifts me-
my sighed core.
What is it that I want?
My thoughts are
slightly, satisfied.
A thought mine:
silent, needs,
no emotion which leads;
this sweet rain,
this damp care,
which does not spare
me, but I know
that I will rise,
leave the cold,
return like mad,
back to bed,
back to you;
oblivion.
For the comfort that I found,
is not from here,
nor from now,
is but a small, short wick,
which happened to stick,
somewhere in my heart.
2
I stand again,
the second night;
seeing that which I light,
that which I can.
-a cold eve befalls me-
Seeking clouds,
grating, grousing;
layer to layer,
like silent communicator
-s from the wind
are standing around me
whispering of a must,
their origin,
their lust,
is what I get to be.
Can I control,
use this?
Can I fall,
misuse this?
Who will tell me
a difference.
Who will tell me
my insurance
...of desire?
3
Walks through my mind
lead me here,
and here again;
my home of what's been,
and gone again.
Like the street over the hill,
to the right of this place,
this too leads to the devil,
the devils face.
Known/unknown,
it matters not;
'cause just like the lot
they all stretch out
endlessly before me.
Riding on my bike,
through the night ringing
with music alike;
fading into nothing
like a thought,
which suddenly,
forgot who was singing...
to me before.
Proposed a grand lore:
how long will I believe it?
Three nights have passed now.
A story in three nights: Two days to compromise.
1
What,
what has happened?
A night lives strong,
in memory deafened.
Could,
could it be just that;
I've waited too long,
that it's lost its wet?
I,
I build these steeples?
Guarding what is gone,
what's rendered me sleepless.
Do,
do me now.
I've lived my song,
but neglected to bow?
Will I catch some sleep tonight?
2
Why,
why is it so hard,
to write about
this second start?
Do,
Do I really?
Have to step out,
this heart so needy.
I,
I love this yes,
uttering such grout.
Controlling this mess?
Love,
love these words?
Make me proud,
control the herds.
(Of) this,
this inspiration;
Will I shout,
and re-enter its mansion?
Will I catch a dream tonight?
When life continues, I use the bus
The bus didn't come today
I tried to feel mad
But something dawned to me, I say
I know now why it
Neglected to pick me up
From the stop where it did:
I wasn't ready
(And so)
as the bus felt my doubt
it left to become my mouth
turning away
I'm afraid to board
that bus in green
I'm afraid to go
the street down
to school
to sports
to friends
to shops
I'm afraid to live, I presume
I won't continue
Damn, are those the only things I go to?
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Poems for my last Poetry Thread:
The sounds of Goodbye
These sounds in the air,
have only importance to me.
Peacefully you stroke my hair,
and let me be.
These are the notes you play,
for me, and me alone.
These are the feelings which you may,
share only with me, and me alone.
This is your song for me,
which will carve your soul forever in mine.
This is you, me, us, together,
now I can peacefully cross the line.
Goodbye, my love,
Till the next life.
Tied to memories
One day,
One play,
One grey,
Grey sky.
I lost the match,
of love, of hope.
But what's the catch?
This golden rope.
I'm tied to this life,
which lost its meaning.
Its core, my strife,
My heart is crying.
But I won't sigh,
in this world I hate.
And I will lie,
because my heart is dying.
Inspiration
This world is filled
With sound
With noise
This world is filled
With colours bound
With hearts rejoice
This world around us
Is filled...with inspiration
Is filled with thoughts
Of this sensation
This feeling I get
Only once in a while
This feeling I get
Creates my style
I will write
I will create
I will make it worth your while
So please listen to me...
Just one more time
The world ends with you
I walked through the streets
of a city tainted
a city corrupted
and a world full of love
I crossed through the water
of a sea so clear
a sea so lovely
and a world full of love
I travelled through the green
of a forest so quiet
a forest so lively
and a world full of love
To arrive at this sadness
of a graveyard with stones
a stone with your name
in a world without love...
For the world ended with you
Creativity
You've got a mind full of thoughts
verbal, creative
With a hand eagering above
original, progressive
A hand above a paper blank
waiting, obsessive
With a pen gripped tightly
wanting, aggressive
You write a story
fill the space
You draw in glory
a gentle face
Creativity truly is impressive
...if its you.
Love on your side
Strange strings of light
figures of God
Weird forms of life
shadows are shot
Strings through the darkness
red, blue, green, white
Forms for your sadness
ridding you of spite
Rainbows of happiness
protecting you from tears
Bright clouds of loveliness
keeping you from fears
So, please...be happy with this light
And know, that love is by your side
Madness
Chased by shadows,
I run through these narrow alleyways.
On the verge of madness,
Unable to talk since days.
By whispervoices driven,
Forth, forth, forth, never done.
On the verge of madness,
Where do I go, why do I run?
Pushed by memories,
I storm into the open.
On the verge of madness,
with blood on my chin.
Due these hands like claws,
Soaked in blood.
I now stand on the verge of madness,
I know what you are thinking:
He, with his naked teeth,
and his wild stare of long ago...
What is this for madness?
What is this for beast?
A storm will rise tonight
Whispers of wood
Shadows by fire
An inspired mood
Letters for sire
Scents of old books
Of ink, gentle flames
An old man by looks
With half a dozen names
Rooms within rooms
Doors made of doors
Keys out of keys
And warmth within rain
Mystery and Unknown
Will write tonight a poem
sheltered by surrounding walls
listening to sounds of rain
A poem
A quiet screaming storm
Flown away Memories
My heart,
My heart is wavering.
Remembering or so it seems.
Those times long forgotten,
Times long gone.
My heart,
My heart is longing.
Eagering or so it seems.
For your touch long forgotten,
Your touch that I miss.
This song,
This song is whispering.
A melody or so it seems.
A melody of love...
A melody for you.
This feeling.
Yes, this feeling.
Melancholy or so it seems.
Is wanting to tell me,
These memories of us.
Us?
Yes, us.
Happiness or so it seemed.
But, this is just a mere glimpse...
Of times long forgotten,
Times long gone.
...
Tonight I remembered you...
Tommorrow you are gone.
Sweet like Cherries/Cherry sweet
It is not about need
It is not about war
It is not about greed
And for you...
It is not so you can be a star.
You need not bleed
You need not cry
You need not scream
You need only...to die
Die
For the ones you love
The ones you cherish
You will leave for above
With a smile you will perish
To be sweet
To be loving
To be gracious
To be walking
Down the path of death...
For planting the seed
Of being loved
When we feel
A touch
A bite
A stroke
And love
Blowing in your neck
nibbling your ear
A slight peck
Do you want to hear?
A moan
A word
A scream
Of love
Stroking your hair
And your wet skin
Isn't it fair?
Come on, give in
Come on, give in...
And let me kiss you
In search of happiness
Walking through this world of dreams,
I stare at all these wonderful things.
A bird flies by, with colours blue, green, yellow, red, or so it seems.
A bird floats gently on these winds
A bright, yellow sun is rising,
with strings of red touching the earth I'm walking.
The fluffy clouds are lying,
trying to be green instead of white, while I'm talking
to myself and even singing
a song of nature.
Its like a life of easy biding,
this place with temperature.
A gentle sun.
A bright blue sky.
Makes all undone,
And lets me fly.
A single breeze,
or a drop of water...
Is more to me,
than all that matters.
I my dreams.
In a wish.
Some just want everything
I do not wish to talk to you,
I do not wish to kiss.
I do not wish to laugh with you,
or cry with you, for all there is.
Rays of the sun,
hair alike;
ways that you stun,
me despite
That I do not want to touch,
nor hold your hand.
As I do not want to stroke,
your hair back and stand
beside you with your dreams.
But these are just,
words of a fool,
spoken by many,
Just used as a tool,
to give a tone to all that seems
Bright and shiny in our lives,
and gives a tone to all that is;
alive, and what
always will be dives.
Into this ocean,
into this sky.
...
You know...
I just want to stare,
at you while you sleep.
And dare
to speak deep
about nothing at all
in silence
in patience
Quiet
With you
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So, I might remove some of the poems later on, in accordance to the bundle,
which I want to publish sometime, so enjoy them while they last! =D
(Althought I don't think any of these can be linked to the actual bundle anyway, lol.)
And on a last note: I said this was more for myself then for critics, but of course they are
always appreciated, as well as other comments of my liking.
That's about it, folks. =D
Cicero, over and out.
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