Zane's Poerty

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  1. Zanven

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    Zane's Poetry

    Well, I wanted to make a thread dedicated to those scribblings I call poetry. ; ) Criticism is accepted, just try not to make it too harsh. :cool:

    Most of my poems are Anti-homogenous, so you may not like them at all = P

    Anyway, I am going to post almost all of whats in my poetry notebook, starting in the next post. = )

    *NOTE *Sorry for the mispelling of 'poetry' ...makes me look kinda illiterate, ; P
     
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    Short poems:

    Beautiful

    Flower lies on stone
    Stone glutting in the
    Sun
    Sun sending rays
    To Earth
    Upturned soil
    Warming
    Bathing in light
    The undergrowth sleeping
    In peace

    Shadow

    Follow you
    Swallow you
    In bloom
    Consume

    Ink

    Sitting, wincing
    Needle
    In, out, in
    Bleeding profusely
    Pain is beauty

    (Thats about when I got my tatoo :cool:, not about hurting myself)

    N Two

    Zane,
    All this bullshit,

    It has to
    End
    Sometime
    Click.
     
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    I won this last years county poetry contest with this, how, I don't know...guess everyone else sucked even more. About the car wreck I got into.

    Shouldn't Be
    Wet
    Tires squeal
    Jerk wheel
    Slide
    Breaking
    Head-on
    Collision
    Bounce back
    Slammed backward
    Asphalt
    Sight spinning
    Roof, floorboard
    Floorboard, roof
    Harsh landing
    Belt choking, holding
    Dazed look whereabouts
    Uncertain
    Unbuckle, stull dazed
    Crawl, crawl, crawl
    Through the window, onto pavement
    Stand, unhurt, unstable
    Why?
    Uncut, unbroken, unjust
    I shouldn't be here
     
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    Misguided
    Plight of black America
    I cannot feel
    The relief of rich America
    I do not share
    The fright of the immigrant
    Render me clueless
    The racism of all people
    I take no part in
    Emotions and Feelings
    belong to humanity

    The Husband
    Out of town on business
    Entering your twenty Demeanor of cool
    and biskness
    Riches remain plenty

    A prudent wife at home
    Reserved for self control
    Strong self-will like stone
    Leaving no gap in heart nor soul

    30 Seconds
    To the line
    Running
    Quickly, quickly
    Spike

    Time to breathe, time
    Call the play, we know the routes
    Audibles, coverage, film
    Film plays into the hands, or hands
    At the line breathing
    Quickening, mind rushing
    Time down, snap
    Step back, coverage broken launch

    Floating, gliding, projectory, still climbing
    Elevating, accelerating, no dign of end
    Now slowly, so slowly, falling into arms
    Into earth, into ground, into hell
    Incomplete
    Tears stream
    Lost opportunity
    Incomplete
     
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    Last batch for today, or I won't have any left for other days = )

    The Ghost

    Passing the grave
    Just keeps moving
    Never stopping, unaware
    You're are dead, all of you
    Just stop

    Love Me

    Love me, my sick
    sense of humor
    Love me, the sensitve
    poet I portray
    Love me, the offensive
    White Malcom X
    Love me, for victims come easier

    Me

    Hello, my name is God
    I hate you
    Hello, my name is Poe
    I still hate you
    Hello, my name is Caesar
    How I hate you
    Hello, my name is Satan
    SURPRISE!
    I still hate you
    Hello, my name is Truth
    Why do you hate me?

    The Devil

    The devil has no horns
    Though he speaks with forked
    Tounge
    No wings, No fangs
    His beauty not lost on
    Mortals
    Manifest into
    The common man's
    Sympathizes
    Listening and lying
    Biding his time

    Elect him.

    A Moment With God

    Come with me, my fallen son
    Tell me, my friend, where are you from
    Do you hail from streets so violent?
    Gunshot wounds hold no one silent

    Hustled your way to feed your family
    Talked so much of how you can't
    understand me
    Attended church, prayed like the rest
    Yet your life ended with shells thrust into
    your chest
    A street walked, the ghetto just will not
    release
    Holding captive, the pain will not
    cease
    So I revive you, my son, right back to
    your cell
    I let you live no to end you back to
    hell.
     
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    Well, I guess the lack of comments means no one likes, but I shall press on! :cool:

    The Role of God

    The show lof life will still be seen
    the role of God will be played by Hitler
    Stail, Mussolini, Pol-pot
    Same basic characteristics
    Sans a few flaws
    Punishment for the individual
    All hail obedience
    Unquestioning faith, loyalty
    Dictators all, crushed opposition

    Argue the role of God

    Stick Figure

    Sit on your paper, lazy
    Thin arms and smile drive me crazy
    Empty Eyes, Twig-like Torso
    The enemy of Von Gogh and Picasso
    Little stick Figure, How you mock me
    I'll kill my imagination, You can't Stop me

    (That was an assignment I had to do : Write a poem about an artist who lost his talent)

    Vegan Diet

    Aparagus, celery, oranges and apples
    Herbal Tea, Caffeime Free Snapple
    Swear off meat, the poor little critters
    I'll see you later when your Tigger's
    Dinner
    But if you must do this like Church and
    Steeple
    Spare an animal and get a little meal of
    People
     
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    My Jacket

    I will walk down the hall
    Wearing my Jacket
    Hearing thier voices
    Thier taunts, thier laughter
    Clinching my arms around
    My body, my temple
    Suffering insults, screaming
    Screaming inside
    Just want in my room
    My cozy, soft room
    My Jacket keeps me
    Warm
    Safe?
    No
    But warm

    ~Masterpiece Theatre~

    Curtians up, act as if
    It never happened
    Nothing wrong, medically
    Nothing wrong
    Articulate voices avoiding
    Unwanted quotations
    Jousting between scenes
    With the truth
    Makeup, cover the blemishes
    Chords of conscious cut
    Lifeless
    Lights darken, day passes
    Stage is set
    The children rest in costime
    Under the stage

    Inspiration of Immortal


    The abortion of Jesus, the impeachment of God
    Tear the masses to pieces, yet you wear your Façade
    The chaos never ceases, the hate just won't stop
    Heaven starts bleeding as the pendulum drops

    Hate me with all that you call a soul
    Negate what I say is your diety's goal
    Break under the wieght of your faith being stole
    Pain and all it's brethren takes it's heavy toll

    The guilt you feel brings the Bible and pretense
    together
    False pretense, yes, all ammuntion is better
    Tethered to me idea of mortality, never

    Ideaology not withstanding, see it now as mere
    just
    But those who follow infallible give no peace nor
    rest
    The abolition of fault is adrenaline to the chest
    Tis on eternal purgatory, No more or no less

    Excitment or mirage, An illusion wrought by
    faith
    A great belife that in itself is not safe
    That the Messiah, a masochist, was in himself a
    wraith
    And all but few chosen are yours
    Ire, your hate
     
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    It's pretty good. It goes really deep.
     
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    You've chosen some really good topics for your poems - I love that one about the devil and also the jacket. They're short but very penetrating.
     
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    Thanks for the feed-back guys! I had all but given up hope for some = D I'll post more tomorrow, I would now, but I just got off work and I don't want to walk allllll the way to the car to get my notebook....which is only about 5 steps...but Still!
     
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    It gets deeper, nice writings, I think you would be one like me and the longer they get they get more depth, and depth is good. Nicely done though
     
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    Thanks for the input, Holly. I'm not near as organized as you, ( you know the time and date written, and whay number poem it is!) so I have to look through my notebook at all kinds of random
    scribblings, some of which are illegible, as I seemed to have been under a mood altering substance
    -whistles- I hope I can find a few more longer ones, to quench your thirst for lengthier bits. = )
     
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    Can't wait to see more.
     
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    Topsy Turvey

    The world is crazy
    Topsy Turvey
    Teacups go rround
    Such a small world
    The kingsom alight
    Magic at work
    Build me, Gepetto
    I'll never be a real boy
    So crazy

    Cynic

    Every known fact
    Is
    Supsect to scrutiny
    in
    Ordinary society's
    of
    Todays mmodern cynicism

    Different

    Think outside the box
    Like everyone else
    Defeats the purpose
    Doesn't it?
    Think inside
    Thats rather unorthodox
    Isn't it?

    No

    No alternatives
    No hope
    No love
    No faith
    No heaven
    No hell
    No God
    No life

    Know me


    Sorry guys, I just don't write many long poems, the ones in the next post are a bit longer, but not much.
     
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    Hide It

    You can't know me, I won't let you
    Hid the real me the day I met
    you
    Dope myself up just trying to forget
    you
    Using the needle as my only refuge

    Slit my wrist and try my anger
    To know me is to wade in danger
    Love the baby lying in that manger
    I look at the scene and see nothing
    but strangers

    I hate myself and so should you
    The mirrow shows the soulless truth
    They slow my breathing as Vicodin
    do
    Dark circles let my addiction show
    though

    Stand by the sight of my own grace
    To the need to protect, I am a slave
    I'm not scared, nor am I brave
    Fueled up on Crystal, I feel no pain

    You don't know me, I won't let
    you
    To stop my disease I must protect
    you
    To my inner struggle I won't subject
    you

    You'll never know I love you
    I won't let you

    Breath

    Inhale
    Hold
    Exhale
    Inhale
    Hold
    Exhale
    Inhale
    Hold
    Exhale
    Cough
    Inhale
    Hold
    Exhale
    Stop

    My shadow

    I see you
    Behind me
    Stalking
    Praying on my
    Insecurities
    You think I don't
    Know you're there

    Oh, I know

    Human Nature

    Lie
    Then say you don't
    Steal
    then hate others for it
    Rape
    then guard yourseld
    Kill
    then beg for forgiveness
    Pray
    then repeat

    More tomorrow or the next day = )
     
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    They don't have to be long to be good - these ones are just as amazing. I like the one called Hide It especially well.
     
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    Thanks a ton, WR = ) I'll might get around to putting more up later today, but more than likely tomorrow.
     
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    Walls

    The walls of Rome crumble under Zeus
    God in your world, the Devil in mine
    Darkness seeps into the jagged edges
    A barren wall, bricks always perched
    The torrents sit stalking
    Grime mating with its cousin dust
    The sword stays suspended
    Flame maintained over millennia
    Wings beat about the filth
    Antiquity left with no exuberance
    Pale light stands expelling no heat
    Stubborn, walls stand in Purgatory
    Face aged, wrinkled
    Every line engraved, nothing smooth
    Vacant eyes staring at naught
    Noting stirs, movement non-existent
    Pinnacle of arrogance, unwavering
    Rage of radicals lost through the crusade
    Innocence the word, guilt the action
    Great shells just inside the house the
    martyrs
    Sacrifice of life in pain
    Torrents now spinning searching for
    Prey, or Pray?
    Messiah nesting among the Hatred
    Nothing stirs, nightmarish silence
    Walls still erect, rigid, impenetrable
     
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    Forcible Entry

    Pillage, my guilt, eyes cast downward
    Glass lying, grounded, broken, jagged
    Dark circles, neck twisted upon shoulder
    Hands wrung raw, knees clutched
    rocking.

    Screaming, Crying, Powerless
    The cold touch, driving pain
    Guilt, my own fault, do something.
    Strain, strain, useless, useless.

    I wash constantly, soap and scrub
    Flesh raw from the cloth, scrub, scrub
    Can't do it enough, my filth consumes
    me
    Filth and grime, so dirty.

    Nightmares, screaming, in the night
    Feel the power, ruthless, cold
    unstoppable
    The feeling still impressed upon my
    mind
    Scared, seared into my subconconscious

    Run my bathwater, hot, steaming
    Slowly enveloping my filthy body
    Taking down my solution to the paini nflicted
    Pull the cord in after
    me
    Shocking

    This will never happen again, I won't be
    around

    Botox

    The mountains are worn, old
    Losing thier luster, no longer vibrant
    So move in the machinery, move
    Smooth the craters built through time
    Replenish the habitat with new life
    Making tourism skyrocket
    Making the mountain fake.
     
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    These are the best ones so far. Incredible description. What's a "botox", by the way?