Nevermore
08-04-09, 01:49 PM
Hey, all. Newbie here. :D
I like to write, and you do too! Anywho, this is for you, a collection of my Poe kung-fu... Or really just some of the poems I like to write. I generally rhyme when I feel like it and disregard any specific order, although you might find a pattern in some. Hope you like them.
~~~
The Earth Revolves
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Comets collide,
But can't decide,
To run and play,
Or just to hide.
Sweet urban pollution,
Fermenting in my lungs,
Walking through the park,
Is like Purgatory pain.
Cryptic and redundant,
Man says goodbye,
To rational thinking,
At the dawn of millennium three.
Literature went wasted,
On the minds of simian apes,
Unappreciated by culture,
Infernos rage and rave.
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Subway railways scream to stop,
But cannot as the penny drops,
Collision collision,
Another impact event.
This is a black hole supernova showdown,
On the outskirts of the worst town,
This is a black hole supernova showdown,
And only sheep will bleat and flock.
Is there a shadow on the dock?
Maybe, maybe,
Human supremacy,
Is a mistake, because history lied.
Is there a real lawn that you see?
Just rolled out plastic,
That's fantastic,
I'm dying on the docks.
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Ink is blood on paper,
Paper's the bane of trees,
Trees are parts of nature,
Testaments to human sleaze.
That's right, the Earth revolves,
But it's all just Purgatory pain,
That's right, the Earth revolves,
And the axis always breaks.
---
Interstellar Starfish
I will wish upon your star,
Because Neverland,
Was never real,
And Barrie is deception.
The Cheshire Cat can marvel,
But only at his King,
Because his words are ticking,
The timebomb stops tonight.
There is an interstellar starfish,
Slipping into space,
Light cannot escape,
This black hole supernova showdown.
I hear, or do I fear?
The Snark, the Snark
is here!
The Jabberwock will feast.
And so the iconic camera eye,
Blinks at Asimov's head,
And the black, black domino dance,
Calls to itself man's melancholy wit.
There is an interstellar starfish,
Who cannot remember his name,
And blankly watches,
Immersed in rhetorical light.
And deep,
Deep beneath the sea,
A dead myth awaits in slumber,
The end of the black, black domino dance.
Boom, began the rainstorm,
In red hood she slipped away,
To the interstellar starfish,
Who in starlight kept away...
And then three houses,
Built out of three different things,
Tumbled away,
Because in human jealousy,
The interstellar starfish passed into the void.
And Atlas Shrugged,
"Goodbye."
***
I don't like this one so much, but meh.
Schism
A scream,
Marked bliss,
Falls through,
My cloudy afternoon.
It's raining,
In the ballroom,
But they're dancing,
In an empty, empty waltz.
I cannot see,
With these blind eyes,
What I should be,
Or what I can become.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But on this cloudy afternoon,
It was just a scream.
I cannot feel,
For I am burned,
A shattered pawn,
In the king's last game.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But in this ballroom,
Is it raining?
I cannot touch,
With pale fingers,
The body bags,
That stay here, because I asked.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But in this game,
He lost the board.
I cannot hear,
With broken ears,
What cannot breathe,
Alone, in a world composed of whispers.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But all I hear,
Is the wind and the rain.
I cannot taste,
With bereft tongue,
What was taken away,
Bereft by all those before.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But all I taste,
Is this Tesla coil tantrum.
I cannot smell,
With this acid nose,
What burned away the paper,
And with that paper burned my pain.
I cannot see,
I cannot feel,
I cannot touch,
I cannot hear,
I cannot taste,
I cannot smell,
But why?
I do believe,
I have my mind,
And this was not taken,
Because destiny decides.
<><><>
The next one ends quite abruptly because I wrote another half to it, but I wasn't satisfied.
A Text-Based Superhero
I saw, on notebook and paper,
A thing I wanted, and I asked,
But mother said, "No."
And I learned to hate.
Then I aged,
And found a game,
I liked to play,
And found some friends, too.
Then I became a child,
And I found books to read,
But my friends liked sports,
So they left me in my loneliness.
And then I found,
On notebook and paper,
That I could write,
So I did.
A poem, and I called it,
"Happiness,"
And so I was,
For awhile.
Then we went to church,
And I stood up, and I said,
"I don't believe," and the priest said,
"You are sin."
Then mommy and daddy,
Didn't talk that much,
And they split up,
Like an amoeba in mitosis.
I was a teen,
Living with grammy,
Because momma and daddy,
Went away and left me alone.
I got thrashed on at school,
Because I wrote a poem,
And I called it "Odd,"
And I think that that's an emotion.
But Mr. Riddles liked it,
And he told me a joke,
But I don't remember...
Maybe it wasn't important.
Then I was a senior,
No date, but I wasn't late,
I never had one,
So I sat there, reading.
Then I was in high school,
Writing poems, skippin' class,
And the teacher, Mrs. Cynic,
Asked me something...
But I don't remember,
Maybe it was,
"How are you?"
Or maybe it was "Who?"
I found the computer,
And I liked to write,
So I went to the Internet,
And Googled "How to Write".
I sat beneath the clouds,
And wondered,
Betwixt world and wind,
Where I was and why.
I wrote a poem,
And I called it,
"Fearless,"
And Mr. Sarcastic applauded me.
VvVvV
Treeline to Infinity
I sit here,
Watching time,
Slip by,
Into the chronology of you.
The window,
Looking clear,
Reveals to me,
A treeline to infinity.
I wonder,
With my dawdling eyes,
What I am admiring,
In the emptiness of you.
The paper,
Set before me,
Is this the best geography,
That they give me in history?
I stand up to look,
But the window is concealed,
Curtains hide my secret desire,
As I mourn for the absence of you.
I leave my room,
The comfort dissolves,
The warmth will fade away,
I have found that I lack a day.
The hallway seems to slip,
The stairway seems so far,
I only want to go outside,
My immortal becomes you.
Fumbling with the lock,
I try to fit the key,
But I find it doesn't fit,
Perhaps my wrists deserve a slit.
It finally opens; air descends,
A breath and then I leave my home,
I flee towards the forest over yonder,
To kill the coldness found in you...
On my path, I see so many faces,
Mocking, smiling, crying, blind,
On my path, I see the treeline to infinity,
My desires obsolete, I join the sacred Trinity.
I enter the forest in my nightmares,
Looking for a soul,
In a forest full of nightmares,
I find my body next to you.
The frigid winter encroaches on us,
A pain that I cannot defy,
I wish so desperately to be one with you,
And then I am reborn, my wishes set anew.
===
A Month or a Year
Once upon a dark December,
There is a day that I remember,
Because that is the day,
I gave birth to a dream.
I was sleeping,
After weeping,
Because a car crash coronation,
Crowned my dad the king of death.
I found that a panorama,
Of perfect things and bliss,
Is the perfect way to escape,
A world you wouldn't miss.
And so in fairytale where I went,
A wonderland of death and sweat,
I found an asteroid disembarking,
So I joined its merry crew.
Space was wet and rusting,
A universe was only dusting,
And we were obsolete,
But we drifted on.
A supernova star,
A black hole versus white,
We didn't dare stop to watch,
In a patch of endless night.
The captain was an optimist,
A man who rarely got the gist,
He thought he could have won a war,
With just one loss and nothing more.
And we saw electric fireflies,
That told deceit and spouted lies,
I watched them with mock interest,
But I really just studied their flaws.
We saw a planet,
Supporting life,
But Atlas shrugged,
And thus came strife.
So we went in our yellow submarine,
Seeing things we've never seen,
And I made him a present,
That he never expected.
Serrated blades,
Of all shades,
As paintings flew forth,
From the place they came.
Michelangelo, you bloody fool,
Your masterpiece is coming down,
As serrated blades,
Are sheathed in silken gown.
The pirates who have our yellow submarine,
Vowed that they would paint it green,
And send it away,
While the vacuum sucked us up.
So we float here,
Adrift in utter fear,
Or is it merely open space?
Dream ends, car crash coronation...
The world comes crashing down.
I also write stories and the like, but I'll leave those for another time. More to come! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.
I like to write, and you do too! Anywho, this is for you, a collection of my Poe kung-fu... Or really just some of the poems I like to write. I generally rhyme when I feel like it and disregard any specific order, although you might find a pattern in some. Hope you like them.
~~~
The Earth Revolves
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Comets collide,
But can't decide,
To run and play,
Or just to hide.
Sweet urban pollution,
Fermenting in my lungs,
Walking through the park,
Is like Purgatory pain.
Cryptic and redundant,
Man says goodbye,
To rational thinking,
At the dawn of millennium three.
Literature went wasted,
On the minds of simian apes,
Unappreciated by culture,
Infernos rage and rave.
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Subway railways scream to stop,
But cannot as the penny drops,
Collision collision,
Another impact event.
This is a black hole supernova showdown,
On the outskirts of the worst town,
This is a black hole supernova showdown,
And only sheep will bleat and flock.
Is there a shadow on the dock?
Maybe, maybe,
Human supremacy,
Is a mistake, because history lied.
Is there a real lawn that you see?
Just rolled out plastic,
That's fantastic,
I'm dying on the docks.
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Purgatory pain,
The axis tilts and sways a bit,
Been rusting in the rain.
Ink is blood on paper,
Paper's the bane of trees,
Trees are parts of nature,
Testaments to human sleaze.
That's right, the Earth revolves,
But it's all just Purgatory pain,
That's right, the Earth revolves,
And the axis always breaks.
---
Interstellar Starfish
I will wish upon your star,
Because Neverland,
Was never real,
And Barrie is deception.
The Cheshire Cat can marvel,
But only at his King,
Because his words are ticking,
The timebomb stops tonight.
There is an interstellar starfish,
Slipping into space,
Light cannot escape,
This black hole supernova showdown.
I hear, or do I fear?
The Snark, the Snark
is here!
The Jabberwock will feast.
And so the iconic camera eye,
Blinks at Asimov's head,
And the black, black domino dance,
Calls to itself man's melancholy wit.
There is an interstellar starfish,
Who cannot remember his name,
And blankly watches,
Immersed in rhetorical light.
And deep,
Deep beneath the sea,
A dead myth awaits in slumber,
The end of the black, black domino dance.
Boom, began the rainstorm,
In red hood she slipped away,
To the interstellar starfish,
Who in starlight kept away...
And then three houses,
Built out of three different things,
Tumbled away,
Because in human jealousy,
The interstellar starfish passed into the void.
And Atlas Shrugged,
"Goodbye."
***
I don't like this one so much, but meh.
Schism
A scream,
Marked bliss,
Falls through,
My cloudy afternoon.
It's raining,
In the ballroom,
But they're dancing,
In an empty, empty waltz.
I cannot see,
With these blind eyes,
What I should be,
Or what I can become.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But on this cloudy afternoon,
It was just a scream.
I cannot feel,
For I am burned,
A shattered pawn,
In the king's last game.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But in this ballroom,
Is it raining?
I cannot touch,
With pale fingers,
The body bags,
That stay here, because I asked.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But in this game,
He lost the board.
I cannot hear,
With broken ears,
What cannot breathe,
Alone, in a world composed of whispers.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But all I hear,
Is the wind and the rain.
I cannot taste,
With bereft tongue,
What was taken away,
Bereft by all those before.
They say,
That schisms mark the end,
But all I taste,
Is this Tesla coil tantrum.
I cannot smell,
With this acid nose,
What burned away the paper,
And with that paper burned my pain.
I cannot see,
I cannot feel,
I cannot touch,
I cannot hear,
I cannot taste,
I cannot smell,
But why?
I do believe,
I have my mind,
And this was not taken,
Because destiny decides.
<><><>
The next one ends quite abruptly because I wrote another half to it, but I wasn't satisfied.
A Text-Based Superhero
I saw, on notebook and paper,
A thing I wanted, and I asked,
But mother said, "No."
And I learned to hate.
Then I aged,
And found a game,
I liked to play,
And found some friends, too.
Then I became a child,
And I found books to read,
But my friends liked sports,
So they left me in my loneliness.
And then I found,
On notebook and paper,
That I could write,
So I did.
A poem, and I called it,
"Happiness,"
And so I was,
For awhile.
Then we went to church,
And I stood up, and I said,
"I don't believe," and the priest said,
"You are sin."
Then mommy and daddy,
Didn't talk that much,
And they split up,
Like an amoeba in mitosis.
I was a teen,
Living with grammy,
Because momma and daddy,
Went away and left me alone.
I got thrashed on at school,
Because I wrote a poem,
And I called it "Odd,"
And I think that that's an emotion.
But Mr. Riddles liked it,
And he told me a joke,
But I don't remember...
Maybe it wasn't important.
Then I was a senior,
No date, but I wasn't late,
I never had one,
So I sat there, reading.
Then I was in high school,
Writing poems, skippin' class,
And the teacher, Mrs. Cynic,
Asked me something...
But I don't remember,
Maybe it was,
"How are you?"
Or maybe it was "Who?"
I found the computer,
And I liked to write,
So I went to the Internet,
And Googled "How to Write".
I sat beneath the clouds,
And wondered,
Betwixt world and wind,
Where I was and why.
I wrote a poem,
And I called it,
"Fearless,"
And Mr. Sarcastic applauded me.
VvVvV
Treeline to Infinity
I sit here,
Watching time,
Slip by,
Into the chronology of you.
The window,
Looking clear,
Reveals to me,
A treeline to infinity.
I wonder,
With my dawdling eyes,
What I am admiring,
In the emptiness of you.
The paper,
Set before me,
Is this the best geography,
That they give me in history?
I stand up to look,
But the window is concealed,
Curtains hide my secret desire,
As I mourn for the absence of you.
I leave my room,
The comfort dissolves,
The warmth will fade away,
I have found that I lack a day.
The hallway seems to slip,
The stairway seems so far,
I only want to go outside,
My immortal becomes you.
Fumbling with the lock,
I try to fit the key,
But I find it doesn't fit,
Perhaps my wrists deserve a slit.
It finally opens; air descends,
A breath and then I leave my home,
I flee towards the forest over yonder,
To kill the coldness found in you...
On my path, I see so many faces,
Mocking, smiling, crying, blind,
On my path, I see the treeline to infinity,
My desires obsolete, I join the sacred Trinity.
I enter the forest in my nightmares,
Looking for a soul,
In a forest full of nightmares,
I find my body next to you.
The frigid winter encroaches on us,
A pain that I cannot defy,
I wish so desperately to be one with you,
And then I am reborn, my wishes set anew.
===
A Month or a Year
Once upon a dark December,
There is a day that I remember,
Because that is the day,
I gave birth to a dream.
I was sleeping,
After weeping,
Because a car crash coronation,
Crowned my dad the king of death.
I found that a panorama,
Of perfect things and bliss,
Is the perfect way to escape,
A world you wouldn't miss.
And so in fairytale where I went,
A wonderland of death and sweat,
I found an asteroid disembarking,
So I joined its merry crew.
Space was wet and rusting,
A universe was only dusting,
And we were obsolete,
But we drifted on.
A supernova star,
A black hole versus white,
We didn't dare stop to watch,
In a patch of endless night.
The captain was an optimist,
A man who rarely got the gist,
He thought he could have won a war,
With just one loss and nothing more.
And we saw electric fireflies,
That told deceit and spouted lies,
I watched them with mock interest,
But I really just studied their flaws.
We saw a planet,
Supporting life,
But Atlas shrugged,
And thus came strife.
So we went in our yellow submarine,
Seeing things we've never seen,
And I made him a present,
That he never expected.
Serrated blades,
Of all shades,
As paintings flew forth,
From the place they came.
Michelangelo, you bloody fool,
Your masterpiece is coming down,
As serrated blades,
Are sheathed in silken gown.
The pirates who have our yellow submarine,
Vowed that they would paint it green,
And send it away,
While the vacuum sucked us up.
So we float here,
Adrift in utter fear,
Or is it merely open space?
Dream ends, car crash coronation...
The world comes crashing down.
I also write stories and the like, but I'll leave those for another time. More to come! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.