Something for the Poets.

[LikeTheWolf]

it's another beautiful night

one that i will not see

i have to quickly grasp the shackles

and chain myself in

as the moonlight bathes me

all goes red

when i awake

i will still be here in this chair

hopefully

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

how many others feel so alone

with the people closest to them

all around them?

 

what is one to do?

 

God, I don't even know what to pray for

desolation melts over my soul

the glances of others bounce off of my mask

'all is fine' i project

how could they know?

i can't break their heart

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

so many others have such a charmed life

never having to worry about money

they live happy little lives

and often hear "I love you, honey."

 

a vacation for them

happens without a second thought

as with so many other things

such as the new car they bought

 

their children never go without

and never hear 'we can't afford it'

and when mommy and daddy want to go out

they have a nanny to babysit

 

life is their illusion

and it seems all so simple for them

"How can you not be happy?"

"Don't you know the world is your gem?"

 

if i wasn't kicked in the gut and brought down to my knees

my outlook on life might be different

i see others with their heads in the cloud

i have a different contrast in judgement

 

everyday i have my job is a gift

even though i got a degree in my passion

while so many others seem so secure

and can afford the latest fashion

 

but at the end of the day

i wouldn't trade how i live

because if i was like them

i wouldnt have this perspective

 

but then i wonder

"what's so easy in my life

that makes me blind?"

no love. no money. just strife

 

that must truly be the price for enlightenment

 

- ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

dad doesn't want a tool set

(is a vacuum something you would like to get?)

 

dad doesn't want a necktie

(While you like clothes, he's a 'guy')

 

dad doesn't want stuff for the grill

cooking for everyone is no big thrill

 

dad doesn't want equipment for the yard

on a day just for him, you think he wants to work hard?

 

the woman has a special day

restaurants are full

the phone lines are tied

she gets treated like royalty

 

but for him, it's denied

so make him breakfast

give him something fun

make it a special day just like you had

(maybe your day should be outdone)

 

but if the day isn't 'proper'

dads don't complain or whine

regardless if you barely tried

he'll say the day was just fine

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

i stand above you finally

around you is everyone that knew you

and cared to come

i bite my lip

to create false tears

if only they knew

if only they knew

the type of person you were

 

i take the shovel

and dig up dirt to throw upon the pine

the preacher says a few words

while i celebrate inside

while i celebrate inside

 

no one really seems to care

it looks like you are reaping what you sowed

i almost regret

that i had nothing to do with it

and my one wish is

that you were alive once more

that you were alive once more

once your grave is completely filled in

farewell

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

come in out of the rain

and under my umbrella

it's not that i want you dry

i prefer to make you wet

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

i stare at the wall, facing the clock

i watch the minutes go by

i hear you sleep

i can't help but weep

i wish you would tell me good-bye

too much time gone by

too much to time to lose

too much hatred to distrubute

too much hatred to use

sunshine fails me and i'm still numb

sunshine fails to rest on your eyes

sunshine fails to awaken your sleep

sunshine exposes what i've become

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

ALL SHIPS VIEW DEAD, ROUGH CAPTAINS.

NEVER DESIRE A SAIL.

NEVER FIGHT A CLOUD.

SEAS FALL LIKE AN OLD BREEZE.

ADVENTURE IS A STORMY LAD.

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

until the river runs clear

life is no longer just for kicks

light keeps me company

even though its a night of legends

 

Annie says the Sun will come out tomorrow

a new day isn't such a good thing for everybody

wait until you get a real problem

like the ones the grow like cancer

that make time your enemy

 

shadow voices are making opera overnight

the sideshow is alive on the inside

zoom in

for something to scream about

i'd rather be alone in a house of haunting

than be the outsider

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

im stuck her

in one place like there's a stake in my heart

through my chest

though the bed

 

i remember when being me was enough

but you've grown sick of me

and that may be why i cannot let go

 

i'm sick and trapped and isolated

and i wouldn't want to see you now

and yet i want to see you

 

my sanity is folding in on itself

and i wish i could blame you

but this was always destined to happen

yet i'm happy you are free from this

while i drown in it

who would have thought it could be so toxic

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

it's coming down the pike

and you won't see it coming

like a freight train through front door

just as you begin to doze off

it's coming

 

you caused it

you own it

you made it happen

 

but I know you won't understand why

 

you'll pout

you'll moan

you'll cry foul

 

welcome to the definition of payback

 

 

-ltw

[Trialbyfire]

If you create a thread

Written in prose

Maybe some of the LS members

Can help you with your pain.

[LikeTheWolf]

it can't be touched

but can be the result of touching

 

it can't seen

but sometimes only the symptoms

 

some say it shared

but that's only by people that pretend to care

 

when the lucky ones one have it

it chews them up and spits them out in one thoughtless gulp

 

however, the unlucky ones get wallow in it

without knowing they are

it gets in their bones and wallows in their insides

and then it grows like cancer until its no longer

a separate entity

but part of you

 

the more you address it,

the worse it gets

 

the more you ignore it,

the more you live in denial

either way, you are not longer you

 

it being merciless

it being a necessity

'it' being pain

 

and that is the worst kind of 'it'

 

-ltw

 

 

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[Nemo]

If you create a thread

Written in prose

Please include the cons

Because balance is the key

To a good poem

[Storyrider]

Please include the cons

Because balance is the key

To a good poem

Amateurs too, because

Everyone deserves the chance

to be poetic.

 

OK, now it is a haiku.

[Lovelybird]

For there is nothing trustworthy in their talk;

their heart is destruction;

their throat is an open sepulcher;

they flatter and make smooth with their tongue

[Lovelybird]

For at the window of my house

I looked out through my lattice

and I saw among the simple ones,

I observed among the youths,

a young man without sense

passing along the street near her corner

taking the road to her house

in the twilight, in the evening,

at the time of night and darkness

 

Then a woman comes toward him,

decked out like a prostitute, wily of heart.

she is loud and wayward

her feet do not stay at home

now in the street, now in the squares

and at every corner she lies in wait

She seize him and kissed him,

and with impudent face she says to him:

"I had to offer sacrifices,

and today I have paid my vows

so now I have come out to meet you

to seek you eagerly, and I have found you

....

let us delight of ourselves with love

For my husband is not at home

he has gone on a long journey

....

Right away he follows her,

and goes like an ox to the slaughter

....

He is like a bird rushing into a snare

not knowing that it will cost him his life

[Lovelybird]

It is better to trust in the Lord than to

depend on people

 

Those who have put their trust in Ethiopia

and have boasted about Egypt

will be disillusioned

their hopes shattered

[Lovelybird]

He longs for light, goodness and love

but he didn't find them

out of fear and loneliness

He showed others he is rotten inside

cause that is the way to win "friends"

 

when she saw that

instantly felt rejoice and thought

"he is more rotten than me,

he made me feel good about myself,

let me take advantage of that

My husband cannot make me feel so passionate

and I will try to keep him rotten"

 

She said to him

"let me comfort you, let's celebrate in lust"

 

and he felt more lonely than ever, and wondering

where is light, goodness and love?

[LikeTheWolf]

If you create a thread

Written in prose

Maybe some of the LS members

Can help you with your pain.

 

i considered the words above

for much of the passing hours

this thread will do just fine

its mine, yours, ours

 

sometimes others can't help ease the pain

sometimes individuals may not even want it

i, however, am torn between the choice

and this may make me a misfit

 

i do recognize your outreach however

a bright fire in a moonlit sky

this pain is my own obscure trial

and something I will live by

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

my child did not want to get on the stage

i said 'Hurry! You must go!'

"I'm scared!" she cried.

'I'll be right here!' I comforted

"But you won't be on stage with me!"

'I'll be with you in a different way!' I promised

"I don't want think I want to!" she resisted

'It's only for a few moments! Not minutes! Not even hours! And not even a whole day! Can you do it for a few moments?'

"I think I can do a moment or two."

 

And I let her go. And I watched her make her way.

I could tell she was worried

scared, and self conscious

 

she wanted to do everything right

everything i told her. everything we worked on

she made some mistakes

she looked at me for help

like her problems up there were the only thing that mattered

and there was nothing beyond the dilemmas

and it was one miss after another

and she felt bad

but she made some strides

others got tripped up too

and she looked at me

and put those others ahead of herself

forgetting make me proud

but in turn doing so

if only my child knew (no, she knew)

if only my child believed that i loved her

she would know i loved her no matter what

 

her role in the play ended

and she came back to me off the stage

"How did I do, Father?"

'You did wonderful my daughter.' I said with a hug.

"Why are you crying?"

'I'm just glad you came back to me.'

"It seemed so long up there. Away from you especially."

'But it the scheme of things, it wasn't long, was it?'

"No. It was very short. And all the problems I had up there seem so small."

'Just a blink. Compared to eternity.' I confirmed.

"What was the name of the play I was in?" she asked.

I simply shook my head and laughed.

"Why, my child, it's called ."

 

-ltw

[Lovelybird]

 

...............

 

;)

 

..............

 

:rolleyes:

 

.............

 

:D:D:love:

[Storyrider]

 

...............

 

;)

 

..............

 

:rolleyes:

 

.............

 

:D:D:love:

I didn't know you are a performance artist, lovelybird!

[annieo]

Come red riding hood

a woman, not little at all

I caught you alone in the forest

feel your burning. heed your call

 

Come Red riding hood

encompass your red over me

your cloak, your lips, and whatever else

enslaves myself, unable to flee

 

Come red Riding hood

send those swinging hips my way

teach me to ride, live up to your name

hoist your body, swoon and sway

 

Come red riding Hood

draw back your hooded cover

reveal those eyes, your glistening hair

i'll expose the other

 

Cum Red Riding Hood

 

Come

 

 

 

-LTW

 

u

 

Walking through the woods one day

my feet were lead, my hips like clay

towards my grandmother's house I made

my solitary, wary way

 

I carried fruit and muffins warm

but then felt hot breath on my arm

I turned with fear, my pupils wide

and saw a wolf was at my side

 

"What do you want of me" I stuttered

the Wolf just eyed my frame and chuckled,

"It's not the the basket that I seek,

but your moist and rosy flesh to tweak."

 

What did I do to deserve this fate

was I too slow, was it too late?

Or perhaps I dressed as harlots do,

a red-veiled mystery, alone and new.

[Storyrider]

Who am I? My name is Ned.

I do not like my little bed.

This is not good.

This is not right.

My feet stick out of bed all night.

And when I pull them in, oh dear.

My head sticks out of bed up here.