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  1. softgrey

    softgrey flaunt the imperfection

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    darling...a whole different side of the girl we know... :flower: :heart:
     
  2. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    Courtesy of the public transit system...

    Rain, by M. Litovitz
    Do you hear the rain?
    I want to turn off the computer
    and call to tell you
    how it is raining
    in the green center of the day,
    late afternoon
    thundering open
    like heartbreak
    like we imagine
    but you are another illusion-
    so I keep on typing
     
  3. softgrey

    softgrey flaunt the imperfection

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    not my words...but i thought appropriate to sephora's post...



    the stars have not dealt me the worst they could do
    my pleasures are plenty my troubles are two

    but oh my two troubles they reave me of rest...
    the brain in my head and the heart in my breast... :blush: :innocent:
     
  4. PrinceOfCats

    PrinceOfCats Naturellement pulpeuse

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    That was a mighty strange poem, purple...I'm still thinking about it know...I like it - it's unfussy, it has an almost sponateneous quality...

    More stuff courtesy of the fine-folk at AQA...this is one of my favourite poems as well as it happens (shame we don't study it really):

    My last duchess

    Ferrara

    That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
    Looking as if she were alive. Icall
    That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
    Worked busily a day, andthere she stands.
    Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
    "Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
    Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
    The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
    But to myselfthey turned (since none puts by
    The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) 10
    And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
    How such a glance came there; so, not the first
    Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
    Her husband's presence only, called that spot
    Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps
    Frà Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps
    Over my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
    Must never hope to reproduce the faint
    Half-flush that dies along her throat": such stuff
    Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20
    For calling up that spot of joy. She had
    A heart--how shall I say?--too soon made glad,
    Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
    She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
    Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,
    The dropping of the daylight in the West,
    The bough of cherries some officious fool
    Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
    She rode with round the terrace--all and each
    Would draw from her alike the approving speech, 30
    Or blush, at least. She thanked men,--good! but thanked
    Somehow--I know not how--as if she ranked
    My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
    With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
    This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
    In speech--(which I have not)--to make your will
    Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this
    Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
    Or there exceed the mark"--and if she let
    Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set 40
    Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
    --E'en then would be some stooping, and I choose
    Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
    Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
    Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
    Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
    As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet
    The company below, then. I repeat,
    The Count your master's known munificence
    Is ample warrant that no just pretence 50
    Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
    Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
    At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
    Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
    Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
    Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

    Robert Browning
     
  5. ahhGucci

    ahhGucci Active Member

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    I loved that poem, I have so many things to say on it, but alas, I'm no intelectual ;)
     
  6. Sephora_Socialite

    Sephora_Socialite Fierce Flava

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    Thanks guys.... :flower:

    lately though I've been giving up on writing because of some major writers block. :( its been driving me nuts and even simple jingles for my greeting cards have been trouble to write.

    BTW great poems everyone..I've been reading em ...

    Prince LOL sorry you couldn't write about your line spacing, but it is very interesting...You too Ahh. ;)

    Saad...you haven't posted recently, I'd like to see more from you. I've enjoyed reading yours so far.

    Softie that lil poem is very nice. Me likes.
     
  7. saad

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    aw thanks sephora :blush:

    herres something i dug out just for you:)

    (ok, this isnt something ive shown to anyone because its too thick...if you knwo what i mean...dont pay much attention :ninja: ....i'll type the new ones i have on paper and shwo em to you guys soon ;) )


    Hate; thief of love

    At some disputed barricade I stand,
    Not quite sure of what to do, where to look
    The vague line scratched across the palm of my hand,
    Holding back the potentials of my creed,
    My dreams held captive in human pride

    Why, hate; you subtle thief of love
    Can you not let me laugh amid my brothers?
    Let hold hands and cross the river of pain,
    To rest under the shady tree of love
    And one day face the rapture of being together
    And live in bliss forever and ever
     
  8. saad

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    okay, read theis when youre doing nothing else.
    it requires that...

    i did this as an ode to the parents---




    “You wouldn’t know”

    (female)
    Somebody laughs when his mother cries
    The mask of ignorance is a blend of perfectness
    He would think, but then the moon would laugh
    So you think you would enter the gates?
    Wipe the tears, and you may be worthy of thought
    (male)
    Somebody laughs when his father cries
    But you still wouldn’t try
    The mask of ignorance is a blend of perfectness
    You still think, let the moon laugh
    (chorus)
    You’ve seen the world in a perfect dance
    You’ve seen people live through a mystical trance
    You’ve seen the highest peak of the highest mountain glow
    You’ve seen the deepest waters of the deepest river flow
    And you think that all makes you a big man
    Someone worthy of the life’s blissful span
    But you wouldn’t know
    But you wouldn’t know
    (female)
    That there are people in this world
    Who live and die for their mother’s pride
    For that one look of satisfaction in her tired eyes
    Seeking perfection in her innocent delight
    (male)
    That there are people in this world
    Who seek to change their worlds if their fathers may
    Find the pleasure in his son swayed by his long lost dream
    For that one look of satisfaction in his tired eyes
    Seeking perfection in his innocent delight
    (chorus)
    But you’ve seen the world in a perfect dance
    You’ve seen people live through a mystical trance
    You’ve seen the highest peak of the highest mountain glow
    You’ve seen the deepest waters of the deepest river flow
    And you think that all makes you a big man
    Someone worthy of the life’s blissful span
    But you wouldn’t know
    But you wouldn’t know

    Somebody dies when his mother cries
    The tears of her eyes make him weak inside
    And the broken heart wonders if it can ever abide

    And that somebody dies when his father cries
    The tears of his eyes make him weak inside
    And the broken heart wonders if it can ever abide
    And the broken heart wonders if it can ever abide
     
  9. Sephora_Socialite

    Sephora_Socialite Fierce Flava

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    :clap: Yay Sedi!!!!


    I found something crumbled in my jacket pocket...here it is...funny I never recalled writting this..

    "Love is a Flaw"

    Tell me what I'd have to change.
    What type of person would I have to be.
    To be deep into your arms,
    For you to just look at me.

    Do I have to climb the highest cliff?
    Cry the Nile upon the floor?
    Jump over fire, step barefoot over broken glass -
    would I have to do more?

    Can you take me as I am,
    with my issues and my flaws?
    Can you hug me close to your chest
    without a hesitation or a pause?

    Must I change for you to love me
    do I have to figure what I lack, whats my flaws?
    Must I be your perfect ideal
    Is loving you worth my being, worth the cause?

    Can you be less about exterior,
    And see this is a heart of gold
    Filled to the brim with caring for you
    If you do then just reach and break the mold.

    I wish you could see things different
    You see I can be who I am, not what you want me to be
    I don't compromise myself for one person
    Yet this is what I see-

    You look deep into my loving eyes, and say the words I long to hear
    Kiss me, and say my name, please hold me near.
    Do I ask for wishes that could never come true?
    Is my destruction, my greatest fault, that I can't help loving you?
     
  10. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    Honestly, saad- you should get those made into songs, if you haven't already. And I mean this really seriously, they seem like they totally need that. Not that they're not wonderful already, but it'd kind of complete them.
    It's actually not that difficult to get done either, it doesn't have to be fully proffessional or anything. Just maybe ask around and collect a couple of your friends with good voices. If they have any vocal training, they'll usually be able to finally put it together fairly easily. I got that done for one of my songs and just recorded it on a simple tape. And, it made a massive, massive difference. My piece wasn't even particularly good, but when it was actually put to music by someone who knew what they were doing-
    :woot:
    I would definately give it a try. :flower:
     
  11. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    I thought so, it reminded me a bit of Imagist poetry. Sort of like pieces of thoughts and just focusing on brief impressions. I enjoyed reading yours as well, although it's not of the style I typically like.
     
  12. saad

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    Honestly, saad- you should get those made into songs, if you haven't already. And I mean this really seriously, they seem like they totally need that. Not that they're not wonderful already, but it'd kind of complete them.
    It's actually not that difficult to get done either, it doesn't have to be fully proffessional or anything. Just maybe ask around and collect a couple of your friends with good voices. If they have any vocal training, they'll usually be able to finally put it together fairly easily. I got that done for one of my songs and just recorded it on a simple tape. And, it made a massive, massive difference. My piece wasn't even particularly good, but when it was actually put to music by someone who knew what they were doing-
    :woot:
    I would definately give it a try. :flower: [/b][/quote]
    thanks purple :blush:

    i rememebr you said the same thing last time...which means i really should find someone and make them sing these...


    and how can i ever forget My Last Duchess!!!
    i had to do a 2 page piece on it..which ultimately took the fun out of it!
    you guys read it in Rhodri Jones's book too right? :rolleyes:
     
  13. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    I've actually been writing a bit more poetry lately (boredom?), so I might post a bit later. When it's a bit fixed up, preferably. ;)
     
  14. julieanne

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    :flower: :wub: I love this thread! I am crazy for poetry. Creative Writing was one of my minors in college, so this is up my alley! :)

    Here's something I wrote a few years ago. It's called,

    Dirty Little Game

    Take your time.
    Do it right.
    You're gonna love it --
    The way it's gonna feel,
    The rush you're gonna get.
    Wow, look at you...
    You're already sweating.
    Nervous, are ya?
    Youre heart is thumping out of your chest,
    I can see it.
    I'm the one who should be nervous... not you.
    You getting that crazy feeling yet?
    Hey, don't worry about me ---
    Remember, it was my idea in the first place.
    Don't even think twice about it.
    It'll be all right.
    No one's going to find out.
    I promise I won't tell --- you know I won't.
    Once it's over with, you can leave.
    I won't mind.
    C'mon --look at me.
    There ya go, nice and slow now.
    A little bit more.
    Oh yes.
    You look ready.
    Your hands look ready.
    Your body looks ready.
    You're in position now.;
    You ready?
    I watch you place your hands on it ---
    I watch you shake a little and raise it in the air.
    I can see it looking straight at me --- raised and ready.
    I watch you squeeze your eyes shut.
    I watch your finger ---
    I laugh madly and watch no more.
    _______________________________________________________

    one more... this one's called

    ice

    by its
    intensity
    soothed
    so cold so
    fresh so
    chillingly
    alive in my
    mouth my
    lips, oh
    every inch
    of my lips
    my aching
    stomach
    coated with
    coolness
    captures
    the drips
    smaller
    and
    smaller it melts
    on my
    tongue
    decreasing dissolving
    disappearing
    my medicine
    my
    mind my
    misery dying
    along with it
    the only
    thing left
    will be
    the memory
     
  15. longlegsue

    longlegsue New Member

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    Here's a little something I wrote for my creative writing class. It's called Cast Away- but I'm not sure if I like it as the title anymore.

    "Cast Away"


    She led him
    Urgently
    Up the softly carpeted stairs
    Her finger entwined
    In his belt loop
    Gently tugging him
    Along

    Her room was dark
    Flecked with
    The red bordello glow
    Of ten tea lights
    Drowning in their own blood
    A black lacy brassiere
    Decorated a worn crucifix
    The cold wintry air
    Pulsated through their bodies

    He gawked at the sight
    While she deftly unbuckled
    His tattered leather belt
    Standing on her tiptoes
    To breathe hotly into the skin behind his ear

    She sidled to the window
    Glancing over her shoulder
    That little smirk pursed on her delicate lips

    She led him onto the roof
    Resting herself against the cold gritty chimney
    Gripping the shingles with her elvin feet
    A toe specked with pale pink polish caressed a spot of moss
    Invading her territory

    She drew him in by his shirt collar
    Nipping at his lower lip
    Drawing his essence out
    Gyrating in movements foreign to him
    She forgot about the cold

    Fifteen minutes later
    He left without a word
    Shimmying down the trellis
    His red Trans Am puttered down
    The quiet suburban street
    A few seconds later

    She stared at the fresh scrapes
    Along her thighs
    The blood was creeping onto the hem
    Of her stark white nightgown
    Her white blonde hair
    Stirred by the icy wind
    Floated like a halo
    Around her face

    She fished for a cigarette
    From her stash behind the chimney

    Taking a long draw
    She exhaled slowly
    And let a delicate ring of smoke
    Float into the void
     
  16. TheSoCalledPrep

    TheSoCalledPrep New Member

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    I like that :flower:


    Maybe if get truly energized I'll dig up some of my stuff tomorrow :ninja:
     
  17. julieanne

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    longlegsue, I love "Cast Away".... beautiful, just beautiful! :blush:
     
  18. prixi

    prixi New Member

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    Here goes... :ninja:
    The Dragon Lady

    she hovers above us
    an example of mankind's monstrosities
    Thus
    the Dragon Lady.

    they said she was sent from hell
    that the "dragon lady" label,
    was but an understatement
    a label to make her more..
    endearing..

    I found their chilly words
    True indeed
    That fateful day
    when her eyes bored into me

    They were eyes of pure evil
    channeling nothing but cold malevolence
    sending shivers down my spine
    Terrorising my dreams


    The time has flown, and countless years passed
    But that venomous gaze
    Is still imprinted harshly
    Painfully
    as if it were carved into my mind
    with a sturdy knife

    Oh Dragon Lady
    why can I never forget you ?
    Why do you haunt me so?

    :lol:
     
  19. longlegsue

    longlegsue New Member

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    Thank you, TheSoCalledPrep and julieanne!! :blush: :blush:
     
  20. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    De Profundis

    Oh why is heaven built so far,
    Oh why is earth set so remote?
    I cannot reach the nearest star
    That hangs afloat.
    I would not care to reach the moon,
    One round monotonous of change;
    Yet even she repeats her tune
    Beyond my range.
    I never watch the scatter'd fire
    Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
    But all my heart is one desire,
    And all in vain:
    For I am bound with fleshly bands,
    Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
    I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
    And catch at hope.

    -Christina Rossetti
     

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