oooold poetry from me
Outshyned
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Whoa, was reading through some of my old notebooks..I suppose some of my stuff has always been somewhat rhymy. I think it requires some degree of skill to be able to do that.. To be able to still rhyme and keep with one line of expression, still saying what you want to say. Gotta be an irish thing or something with the rhyming 
This stuff was written within the last 10 yrs. Probably before 2000 (as if anyone cares). Much of it reflects my feelings about stuffing my hopes and dreams away while becomming accomplished in a career that i was never that interested in to begin with. A career i have since walked away from.
Okey. Some flippy poetry now I'll seperate them with a dotted line ---
Begin:
true self on a shelf
locked away, kept at bay
a self imposed clink
how low must we sink
keep it under your hat
you can't remember all of that
and you cant even understand
not even you
hiding behind a cloud
knowing it, knowing it
inconsequential mindspeak
in love with being weak
mists of majik
days of beautiful green
tiny dewdrops
action and reaction
inaction and freedom from pain
left hand, right hand
balance, realization, aggravation
aggression and strain
chemical falasy
lights that always blink
on and off
always a surprise
crippling pain
accusation, the wait for anothers demise
sick i tell you
as we learn our theory
learning that energy never ceases to exist
only changing forms
magnets not only attract
they repel as well
energy in a spiral
buried down deep
your deepest secrets i'll keep
i know you're burning
all part of your learning
troubled past you try to hide
forgive the forgotten ones
they last forever, look
for now they have not died
dry your tears, forget pride
try to understand the ones that lied
you're in love, you need a shove
strength from the spirit
neither below, nor above
they ruin it all, plot downfall
when in reality they ruin themselves
This stuff was written within the last 10 yrs. Probably before 2000 (as if anyone cares). Much of it reflects my feelings about stuffing my hopes and dreams away while becomming accomplished in a career that i was never that interested in to begin with. A career i have since walked away from.
Okey. Some flippy poetry now
I'll seperate them with a dotted line ---Begin:
true self on a shelf
locked away, kept at bay
a self imposed clink
how low must we sink
keep it under your hat
you can't remember all of that
and you cant even understand
not even you
hiding behind a cloud
knowing it, knowing it
inconsequential mindspeak
in love with being weak
mists of majik
days of beautiful green
tiny dewdrops
action and reaction
inaction and freedom from pain
left hand, right hand
balance, realization, aggravation
aggression and strain
chemical falasy
lights that always blink
on and off
always a surprise
crippling pain
accusation, the wait for anothers demise
sick i tell you
as we learn our theory
learning that energy never ceases to exist
only changing forms
magnets not only attract
they repel as well
energy in a spiral
buried down deep
your deepest secrets i'll keep
i know you're burning
all part of your learning
troubled past you try to hide
forgive the forgotten ones
they last forever, look
for now they have not died
dry your tears, forget pride
try to understand the ones that lied
you're in love, you need a shove
strength from the spirit
neither below, nor above
they ruin it all, plot downfall
when in reality they ruin themselves
"I guess it was the beatings... made me wise
But I'm not about to give thanks, or apologize"
The other day the above lyrics hit me like they never had before.......Almost dizzying....So true, feelings i long recognise summed up in words so beautifully/perfectly.....
But I'm not about to give thanks, or apologize"
The other day the above lyrics hit me like they never had before.......Almost dizzying....So true, feelings i long recognise summed up in words so beautifully/perfectly.....
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glad you're doing well
brutal honesty
allow our eyes to see
it's everywhere
no one cares
hiding in your doubt
it'll turn you inside out
hidden and safe
life is a gift
hating hatreds lift
feel it inside
know it like your name
know that you crush and hurt
painless now, aimless,, wow
hurting times are over now
painless
griefless
nameless
immune to you
in your face and demolished
always a coincidence
never again, never
lock up in doubt
to hell with us and all of our me
shhh.. now
dont tell me, shut up and show me
even though some can't see the hand in front of their face
the hand leaves trails...without a trace
searching, still searching
searching for light
what is slated?
what's happening?
all i see is endless gray
and the need for insight
perfectly sane
in blinding light and pain
is it still happening?
what is to be?
humanity still losing their minds
things still locked in secret
need to be free
to lose the shades of bondage
to look and really see
not coloring or distorting
just allowings to be
The Freak
gone and inside
what is it that you see?
comparing and observing
does anything agree?
churning out the obvious
oh oblivious actor
and avoider of pain
running easily through the raindrops
for fear of complete meltdown
it's easy to subdue
the freak
allowing you to be
whatever cards you are showing
the image you want to be seen
fidgiting and confused
silence is a friend
thoughts too loudly
thinking forever, infinity and no end
But I'm not about to give thanks, or apologize"
The other day the above lyrics hit me like they never had before.......Almost dizzying....So true, feelings i long recognise summed up in words so beautifully/perfectly.....
second, i really like these poems. alright, let me see if i can be more specific than 'like', i find that you capture the feeling of the pain of following a path that sucks (this will lead me directly into point#3), you capture the mood of the place you're in without telling me what kind of place it is (although i may be biased, since i worked as a lab tech for awhile, but the bit about the magnets, which was probably about ppl, made me visualize this magnet that we put in beakers to stir the solution while it's being heated, alright, i digress).
third, i am currently in the situation of deciding on 'my future', i'm 26, i did a degree in biology, then ran away from everything to travel in asia for a year, i came back and reality hit me in the face pretty hard. i am currently doing a masters in something that will lead into a job, a career in fact, but i feel like my soul is being ripped out (it's in environmental studies, so i havn't completly sold out to the man, yet). this is the first time in my life that i've had my own apartment with my own furniture, with my own debt, i used to move every couple of months, subletting, never commiting, although it was tiring, i liked the lack of comitment. anyway, i'm looking for advice, how did it work out for you? what job were you doing, and what do you do now? are you able to support yourself (one of my biggest fears is poverty, and debt). any advice would be fantastic.
and thanks for posting your poems here, they make me feel not so alone (sorry for the cheese)
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