Collection of Poetry

PJfaninmainePJfaninmaine Posts: 216
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Just thought I would start a new thread so everyone could write some of there poetry here.


If eyes are mirrors to the soul, Why cant they see me?
Oh, what a happy person she is, Oh, how nice she is to all.
They dont see the bills unpaid, they dont see the worries spinning around in her head.
Married at 18, three kids by twenty-three, Divorced at Twenty-Seven. No college education, a martyr of the State.
How will she survive in a world full of material things?
No one to turn to. All she wants is to put a gun to her head. Then, she thinks of her children, Cant leave them to fend for themselves. Somehow, Someway, she will survive and rise above it all.
If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
(Angelina Jolie)
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  • Originally posted by PJfaninmaine
    Just thought I would start a new thread so everyone could write some of there poetry here.


    If eyes are mirrors to the soul, Why cant they see me?
    Oh, what a happy person she is, Oh, how nice she is to all.
    They dont see the bills unpaid, they dont see the worries spinning around in her head.
    Married at 18, three kids by twenty-three, Divorced at Twenty-Seven. No college education, a martyr of the State.
    How will she survive in a world full of material things?
    No one to turn to. All she wants is to put a gun to her head. Then, she thinks of her children, Cant leave them to fend for themselves. Somehow, Someway, she will survive and rise above it all.

    Keep hope alive, Mainer! You realize by posting here, you've gained a handful of people who would come and kick you if you killed yourself. ;)

    Thank you for posting and welcome! Stick around!
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  • The materials
    Are things not needed.
    And if no one to turn to
    Turn to yourself.
    Worries will always be.
    We must put them in order,
    We must not let them consume
    Our happy souls.
    Education does not make you smart
    You can teach yourself
    Anything you really want to know.
    Thoughts of handguns are easy
    Harder still to keep on.
    But keeping on is the only option,
    Have love for yourself and your kin,
    Because it is all that matters.
    Somehow, someway we must rise above it all
    Never want to see you fall! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    oh the ammo belt snaps tight
    cheap
    easy
    slipknot love at 650 feet per second
    be it whomever said love is blind
    take aim and be kind
    my apple adorns me
    bitten
    spit
    smitten
    kicked
    if you have the one shot
    and feel the need to give
    I say aim high motherfucker
    For if it isn't the will or the dominatrix
    It is the jeans and the sneakers that flow so smoothly down the pavement
    through the alley
    over the fence
    Cracks notwithstanding
    Fucking tree in the way

    You'll have to catch me to eat me and I know these woods like the back of my hand and if I happen to find my armory there will be nothing to stand in my way nothing to beat back my freedom and right to breathe...

    These days I hear the shots echo in the distance and the armies that pile at my door so naive

    This rock quarry rarely mined
    My mind
    If you thought the dream sorely remembered
    If you thought the last breath escaped
    May I politely remind you of last year's triumph and this year's last stand
    Those clouds are mine
    I've claimed them as my manifest destiny
    You can keep your land
    Nothing grows here as it is and the slamdance tantrums that you pull in the state mean nothing to these cliff walls so silent and imposing these past centuries

    The day you look up and realize that the blue in the sky is merely the illusion that keeps us so ground bound
    I'll already be gone
    Shot into the infinite at 650 feet per second, a cocked hammer released
    Funny how those cliffs never say a word
    The best kept secrets die in the wind
    And my smoke
    The smell of ozone
    Drifts through the canyon in the winter pause
    Your dinner will be ready at 11.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Thank you for your words of encouragement, and that awesome poetry. That is what it is poetry. Yes i do speak from the heart, but, it doesnt mean im going to be gone tomorrow. I have risen above it all, and am a very strong woman. I am in a happier place:) I have to credit my children for that, God Bless Them! When the mood strikes me, I will add more poetry and I hope you all do the same, thank you
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
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