Entropy

tremors

Nine or half a dozen
It doesn't matter that much to me
I reach into my pocket
Literally
And always find the thing I needed the night before
Given time I find something
That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
Living in chaos, what you need
Is only ever a motion away

tremors

A flash, and it's there
A flash and it's gone
But it really was there
When the world aligns for just an instant
My heart becomes calm
The past drops to the ground

tremors

Lying back pressed into the baking earth that day, I thought I saw a starling. But it could have been a shadow from the corner of my eye. I climbed the hill looking for deliverance, but I found none. Those years were tough, tougher than they are now. Those years I doubted that I'd ever belong in the world again

chadwick

thank you, Sir tremors
i can feel what you're saying
you are good

thank you

tremors

No, thank you Lord Chadwick

I felt like writing some today. Writing's good.

pandora

Good morning :wave:

I will enjoy this new thread, tremors

expected value and chaos alike

I love the writers here! we are fortunate to read all the good....

thank you!

I know those years I did not belong.
Now I see I did and they belong to me,
they are me.

tremors

:wave:

pandora wrote:

I know those years I did not belong.
Now I see I did and they belong to me,
they are me.

The hills are inside me, inside me the hills. The pain that defined me - never did it whisper anything other than "you are worth more than this"

rollings

your writings--very on
that avatar? a fine companion to them

tremors

Rollings wrote:

your writings--very on
that avatar? a fine companion to them

I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy

tremors

Push the far line, push it further each time
Does it bring you safer or danger?
De La Soul once told me "It might blow up, but it won't go pop"

They lied

tremors

Diligence becomes delinquence
Simple experiments in the morning
Get out of hand by afternoon
Don't describe delirium
And don't try this at home

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

Nine or half a dozen
It doesn't matter that much to me
I reach into my pocket
Literally
And always find the thing I needed the night before
Given time I find something
That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
Living in chaos, what you need
Is only ever a motion away

so fucking true
tremors, you rock

tremors

chickweed wrote:

tremors wrote:

Nine or half a dozen
It doesn't matter that much to me
I reach into my pocket
Literally
And always find the thing I needed the night before
Given time I find something
That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
Living in chaos, what you need
Is only ever a motion away

so fucking true
tremors, you rock

Thankyou my good friend.

I shouldn't have stayed up late watching the TOTD last night. You're getting a normal week's worth of poems in a day! I am now going to write something that helps me to settle down.

tremors

In the deep part of the night
You will come to know yourself
In the true part of the light
You will be shown the way

tremors

The law of diminishing return. The time I could have spent elsewhere. The expression she never gave me - well - only once, the time she said goodbye. The stable elements getting envious (left upon the side) The insidious slide - know it oh too well. The uncertain phrased question, the one I always pose. The yearning and the scanning - the gap that's never filled. Never did anyone tell me, that it was getting time to leave

pandora

tremors wrote:

Rollings wrote:

your writings--very on
that avatar? a fine companion to them

I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy

I like it when they are all lined up on a page ... too cool.... then scroll up and down

I'm a 70's girl ... what can I say

thanks tremors

tremors

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

Rollings wrote:

your writings--very on
that avatar? a fine companion to them

I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy

I like it when they are all lined up on a page ... too cool.... then scroll up and down

I'm a 70's girl ... what can I say

thanks tremors

I am liking this current avatar - but honestly - it is setting me off! I may have to change it in a few days if I don't calm and collect myself. Is fun for the moment though!

Thanks Pandi - The 70s are a vastly underrated decade - I was born in the early 70s, but what I know of shit now - so many things - like radical theories (psychiatry, politics, art, culture) they had a lot more sophisticated understanding of in the mainstream, than the current mainstream. Am I making sense?

mysticweed

then please don't calm or collect yourself
-- just yet

and you make perfect sense to me (well THAT may not be the best news - for you, anyway)
sometimes nonsense is exactly what is needed
you know
for a dream
or a trip to the dentist

tremors

Turmoil is always testing. These times I believe there is a safe way though. These times I believe I'm stronger, leaner, wiser. This morning the acrid taste in my throat stings with the echoes of the empty hollow phrases my society gave me. So ineffectual, so sickeningly vacuous, sickeningly hollow, so void of solidarity, of humanity, so plastic, so nobody out there knows what to say, so nobody out there wants to believe there's a feeling person in there. So terrified to say the wrong thing. So let's all say nothing. So terrified to break out of the shell, and into mine. So vacant, people I thought I knew, loved and trusted, people I thought understood me. People who can only say "are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? No, keep it, and swallow it yourself. Did I look fucking alright?

Oh, and one last thing.

These times I am amongst different friends

tremors

(I'm getting deja vu here - I'm sure I've written pretty much that same thing before! Round and round in circles, and always coming back to the same place. Well, I'm not Ted Hughes, so a little bit of repetitiveness in my ramblings will hopefully be excused. Is this the poetry forum or the therapy section btw?? I tend to think both!)

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

Turmoil is always testing. These times I believe there is a safe way though. These times I believe I'm stronger, leaner, wiser. This morning the acrid taste in my throat stings with the echoes of the empty hollow phrases my society gave me. So ineffectual, so sickeningly vacuous, sickeningly hollow, so void of solidarity, of humanity, so plastic, so nobody out there knows what to say, so nobody out there wants to believe there's a feeling person in there. So terrified to say the wrong thing. So let's all say nothing. So terrified to break out of the shell, and into mine. So vacant, people I thought I knew, loved and trusted, people I thought understood me. People who can only say "are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? No, keep it, and swallow it yourself. Did I look fucking alright?

Oh, and one last thing.

These times I am amongst different friends

A moment in time
Can’t catch it for shit
I tried to shed some tears Cause I thought I should cry

Lost you in the crowd Should have looked for you
Didn’t really want to, Still thought I should try

What the fuck can that mean
Love and hate
A line so fine, black and white
Bring me back to where I care

And for fuck’s sake
Give me a light