......Lets Do this folks, we can at least give a go, if it blows the we shine it. NO LOSS; WIN WIN situation so post Ure entries here for the next two weeks, no more than two poems per individual every two weeks. THANKS:metalhead

Shouldn't there be posts here?

Oh, whatever, bored.

Tried to catch the sun today
My fingers clasped around it
It slipped away from my hands
Shivered in it's silver bed
Mere inches out of my reach
Fingertips brushed on loose dirt;
Waited to try it again
Staring at it face to face;
Wonder who will win this race?

~bites DM~

My Door


When you are standing at my door,
will I caress your tender cheek
and part your lips with mine?

Will limbs intwine in passions fire
stripped bare of vulnerabilities
lost in lust's frenzied air?

Can you moisten these parched loins
awakening me with your touch
electric on my skin?

If you gaze into my eyes
will you hold their fiery spark
and join the heat within?

Would you desire to taste of me,
my heat, my life, my sin,
and drink and drink again?

Elusive ever these answers be,
held in hazy surreal worlds
where I dreampt you at my door.


2003 SAH

She Cries


Wind whispers through the trees.
Such a gentle breeze to soothe
the existance of my skin.
Birds titter and squeak while insects
chirp their constant melodies; even
the rush of traffic is muffled to soothing
whooshes, faint background hum.
One could dissappear here and yet
hanging in the air is an acrid smell
of smoke. It snaps me back to less
quiet thoughts and I see my hand with
its scarred finger holding down the pages
as I write.

The scar, angry like the world, years
from new but screaming LOUD,
interupting the tranquility of my
epidermis. A blight to famine the
beauty of unmarked cells. Too
many scars. My hands have had
their share of living, though there
are moments they still find grace.

Branches of the ceder rise like
ladder rungs above the roof and
carry me back years to the pine
trees of my youth.
The ones I would climb so high.
I would sit and sway in their branches
far above the roof. Some days I would
soar with the birds, wind blowing
through my hair and burning pink
across my cheeks.
Then mom would look up and call
"COME DOWN!...at least to where
you are lower than the roof."
A sigh, a frown, a defiant
"I wont fall," but for her I would
climb lower anyway.

Somewhere someone mows their lawn.
I hear the traffic again. Escapes too
short, too few these days. The world
is angry, sharing its unrest with those
who feel. Constant undercurrents of
tormented screams, a planet dying...
shuddering to purge itself of this plague
of wasteful instant gratification, this
bacterial infestation of egotistical greed
carried to its most vulnerable surfaces
by this parasite of man.

I hate it when she cries.


2003 SAH

*runs around bleeding*

~chases addicted~ :vampire:

Wait a minute tomorrow is Friday. Oh hell....

~Flames~

Burned by the
Flame that touches
Every heart has come
To take it's toll on me

I am the true unforgiven
One, stained and bloodied
I serve but one purpose
To keep destroying myself

Break myself I say
Let others help me
Along the way
Bring me down

Scolded with blisters
I have come to finally
Realize that sometimes
People that you have
Put your trust in can
Be your worst enemy

Humbly obey what
I am told to do
I am not a leader
I am a follower
Letting the strings
Make my every move
I am but a slave
To the puppet master

Now I will try to
Understand these
Things that people
Do that can cause
So much pain and
Hurt inside that it
Makes you want to
Do unimagineable
Things that yourself
Thought were never
Possible to do

Though it's tough
To overcome this
Burden, this time
I know I will win
I must win, I can't lose
It's too much to now win
Time to kisk some ass
Time to stand up to
The puppet master
That's pulling my strings
I will no longer follow
The rules that I must
Follow in order to survive
I am gonna continue to
Keep going onward
Furiously powered by
Rage and love I
Will over power the
Forces that feed
Me and keep me
Safe from harm

Keep going the way
I have always known
Keep wishing and
Dreaming that someday
I may win this fight
That I fight everyday

yes enter your poems quickly, tomorrow the votes will be sent and next week, on Monday, we start again...
(forgive me, but i got NO time to post a poem, next time perhaps)

I don't know if you are still taking entries...but here

Grip your heart
Never let go
Never let the real you show
If you do,
Everyone will run
No more light
Banished from sun.
Keep it in
Don't let it out
Inanimate
Like them
Hate the world
Curse it to ashes
But be relieved
When the judgement passes
You are un-true
But never alone
They will accompany you
To that dark world unknown.

~*Raven*~