I have seen some people on here sharing their poetry on their blogs, but why not in a thread?
So here we go.
I have seen some people on here sharing their poetry on their blogs, but why not in a thread?
So here we go.
I would not say poetry is my forté (I feel more at home with prose), but I have given it a go in 2014-2016 regardless.
Interestingly, my ambivalent infatuation for an ESI guy truly got the ball rolling. For me, there seems to a strong correlation between my SX instinct being "activated" and how creative I'll be.
Your Youth in You
thwarts my heart in
Two or Three Ways
Torturing face
beguiling hair
Fantastic summer flair
in the air of nights
Roses bloom in gloom
forever at dawn’s noon
A mouth saying
wherefore art thou
a swirl in time
Can I truly deny
The pain of a kiss
I have always missed
The siren’s sullen song
rings painfully raw now
Great beginnings and painful ends
I’ve walked in silence with broken hands
The mirror, it shows a face I’ve seen
in long forgotten, murderous dreams
Her eyes were cold, her stare was blank
And I fell into a pit that would never end
Further down and down, the rabbit hole
Scorching my blood, eating me whole
Now I am at wit’s end
What do you say, my love?
Is there another story to tell?
Walking through a maze of shattered dreams
with dull pain sharpening my belief
that in this world, there's no place for love
This is my newest song lyrics:
They dressed me all in white
Told me to be nice
Made me pray to God
but oh I said no, no no, no
I am not one of your kind
I will not turn blind
You won't change my mind
I only have my pride
Listen to the noises in the crowd
For what is worth it
I will scream out ould
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll shout louder than their guns
I'll hit harder than their bars
yeah, yeah, yeah
Rage and fight
That's their right
Violance and fear
Weapons in the gear
Dirty wishes underneath their preach
Saints fly too high for us to reach
Listen to the noises in the crowd
For what is worth it
I will scream out ould
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll shout louder than their guns
I'll hit harder than their bars
yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my old song lyrics:
I'm drowning deep in my self-consciousness
Minding every step I take
There's a chain around my neck
I was born yesterday
and today I learn how to live
I wasn't born to follow
in someone esle's footsepts
I wasn't born to swallow
The truth that is stepping my back
I breathe in and I breathe out
It's a smoke that slowly kills my soul
I was born yerstday
and today I learn how to live
I wasn't born to follow
In someone else's footsteps
I wasn't born to swallow
The truth that is stepping my back
oh! And my poem
It's the illusion of a beating heart
that turns darkness into light
it's a gravity of fall
that turns chaos into whole
it's the power of a chord
that turns wild
into the world
The concept and the word
the savage and the lord
the missing piece of the truth
creates the conflict and the sooth
It's like dreaming with open eyes
none knows where the body lies
while swimming through the dream
the concept becomes the theme
the judge is the thief
the happiness, the grief.
I much prefer composing to writing lyrics, but you should always learn new tricks. I have started song writing on and off for the last year.
So just brainstorming now...
Last night I found my home
In a student bar downtown
You can see the lights and feel the lust
You want to earn your crown
Now just as I was trapped
In some crude philosophy
I see a girl, she's beautiful
And she comes right up to me
What strategy she has!
How will this come to pass?
Well take a chance
Gamble hard
And throw yourself at me
So make a move
Face your fear
And give yourself to me!
Last edited by Spermatozoa; 10-04-2017 at 11:20 PM.
I am impressed by your lyric writing. Would you potentially be interested in collaborating on a project, or even just discussing music? 3s and 4s have complimentary strengths so can work well together, creatively.
I don't want to be pushy so will leave the ball in your park - but if you are interested then send me a PM.
Purgatory
Unless the blood is washed off your hands
there is no hope for the purge
the path to resurrection is always wide
like the neck of an animal
beating with life
and striving for death.
Like a body of a snake
slippery and poisonous
watch your step
or you might slip
watch your step
that leads to death.
There is no sin, if there is no life
the path, dangerous and wide
will wash off your lie
and leave you to die
there's no hope for resurrection
if you miss the sacrifice
*Not finished yet* - Yesterday jaming with my band, this came out:
I was told
I should save my soul
I was told
that it's my last call
So take me down to paradise
Take me down and wish me luck
All your wishes won't come true
All your nightmares become you
A lone ranger
Just a stranger
I'll tell you my secrets
and trade them for your soul
So take me down to paradise
Take me down and wish me luck
All your wishes won't come true
All your nightmares become you
You told me that I could be anything
Anything I desire
Just another lier
Hanging on a wire
Of misconception and disease
The Dance of the Dames
With fluttering wings
And crossed over lanes
Hearts beat to a single drum
When all is done, and lost, and
Overrun, with confusion
The ballerina, she danced with
tears and physical unrest, oh
To a tune only his heart could hear
But in her chest, there was the fear
Of not returning the song
Perhaps her hope was forgone
All along
So with brittle feet and unkempt hair,
She fell to the ground, and breathed for more air
The lungs constricted,
her desire uncontained
She flung herself to temptation
And never regained her former self
And so she danced
And never walked again
I don't know what kind of month April is anymore
The calm comes before the storm
Stupid calm, don't keep me waiting long
The grass grows greener on the other side
Let sleeping dogs lie
And let the bulls run them over
I want an axe to break the ice
For your throne I thread with you
Geopoliticus Child, you're next
No longer to reside in darkness
Hinauf strebt's, hinauf
This town is not big enough
To believe that, although you see Death all around
You shall not die
Don't deceive
With belief
Hinauf strebt's, hinauf
Just in case anyone here is interested: I will repeat the offer I made a few months ago. I am looking for a lyricist to collaborate with me and produce some songs over the summer break (yes it's summer here). I would like it to be someone I've watched a bit rather than some random from a music board. There seem to be a few people on 16types with poetic talents.
You provide the lyrics, I'll set them to music. No prior experience in songwriting is required, so long as you are passionate about rock, metal and classical music.
If you want to take me up on my offer, send me a PM or contact me on Discord, and we will discuss it further.
There are very nice contributions here. I have something to share as well, I'll finish the last lines later and post.
Newfound Eternal
Will you meet me in the woods
under a cold midnight sky?
If these trees could talk,
will they whisper through
the willows of your luminous
eyes and melodic voice?
The almighty power in the
universe could break my clock
before I discover my potential
and strive for false success in
my golden years.
My head,
your shoulder,
a midnight sky,
an infinite vessel of constellations,
my clock stops ticking,
what a very pleasant way to die...
Yeah. I love Pokémon.
Years pass...
No mind in the Moon
(haiku)
I was inspired by you guys to hunt down poems I posted in a poetry community like ten years ago but I'm too embarrassed because they were kind of literal and concrete (as far as poetry goes) describing relational insecurities. So I'll just share the two I wrote for a haiku contest with the theme of summer memories.
racing down the street
sticky ice cream truck fingers
untied shoelaces
giggles behind palms
the fort made of found items
says no boys allowed
The plateau state of existence
when we’re reaching to the ground
The silent scream of resistance
in the moment of rebound
My heart is beating
blood is heating
brain stands frozen still
as my body and my will
The morning I’ll leave
is the day you’ll stay
how much of us survives
if the past always dies
I taste the mud
underneath your gut
I taste the bile
of your denial
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Go Fuck Yourself
Model X Will Save Us!
*randomwarelinkremoved
I am the jabroni
I love the pony
Your ass is grass
Cuz ur niggas is phony
The cake is a LIE
Over 9000
9001 specifically
Personally I prefer
the pie
A simple remedy to power
Once attained
To nothing it can be pertained
A most useless skill
Ever-powerful
Only one more move left
In the game
To return from whence
One came
Last edited by nyessss; 12-29-2017 at 09:05 PM.
I peel back the scalp that covers your thoughts
to see if I can find them underneath
Nothing there, but blood.
So I hammer off the top of your skull
so I can let your thoughts escape
like smoke from wood fire
Nothing there but more blood
Getting frustrated, I spoon through your brains
searching in vain as I poke, twist, and scoop.
Where the fuck are your thoughts you cunt?!
Shit.
It appears that this fragile mess of brain goo
was the source of all you were and all your thoughts.
My bad.
Sorry about that.
I love loved you.
Dead eyes seeking
But never found
Locked away
With Satan's hounds
My only friend became an enemy
And enemies got even worse
Welcome to my life
It's just an eternal curse
We hope for 'better'
But better never comes
Not even a less worse
If all walls shall tumble, though they never will
And we can sit with our quiet lover atop the moonlit hill
We can burn the world great with our gay love so true
I want to destroy this world-
And create something new
The FBI would twist what I say
And say I advocate murder
But I don't want anybody killed,
No sacrificial lambs to the slaughter
Just your shitty institutions and mind control shit
Sexual allegation is a distraction
To the manipulation gaslightin rule-the-world tactics
Your privacy is being violated, at this very moment
With the false pretense that they are the good guys
Dead eyes may always seek,
but never found
Though I want a better ride
in the In-between Sound
I still have hope
Even though it will fall
I'm still alive, after all
Time runs with silver shoes,
The pavement is painted in grey blood
I look up to his blackened gaze
Little metal threads weave through his veins
I wonder what has made them soft to the touch,
But harsh to his eyes
His flesh retracts, I can feel the stingy pain
Why do we need to lose ourselves in this?
I ask him, but his pain is silent, outnumbed
by the crushing noise
Our skulls bump against each other
And leave trails of love
inspired by this
Женщины,
как вы прекрасны,
как вы нежны,
как страстны.
В ваших глазах свет тысяч звёзд.
Вы - жизни песнь,
Вы - вечной страсти нежность,
Вы - мудрость доброты и света сердца вдохновенье.
Нет счастья выше, чем любить вас и любимым вами быть.
Отдать вам сердце без остатка,
Что б счастью вашему служить.
И быть счастливым счастьем вашим.
Награда ваша велика.
Она вселенной измерима.
В ней жизнь даёте вы,
Любовью вашей согревая.
Вы - в сердце первая любовь,
И разуму начальны наставленья.
Вы красотой своей несёте судьбу вселенной,
А нежностью и добротой от всех сомнений избавленье.
Last edited by Sol; 07-20-2018 at 09:33 PM.
@Number 9 large
if my poetry makes you jealousy, it's not so awful
so thanks for the compliment
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
Long lost secrets in the depths are brought up, up, up, to rest on the ink black sleepy waves, to bear as witness to the Queen’ Serene glow. She moves the very soul of the sea. Starfish. Mollusks. Algae. Whales. Dolphins. Shipwrecks. Oh how grand the vessels still are in spite of time and water weighing them down. Beings of ancient times also surface. The kraken. The hydra. Sea serpents both malicious and divine. Merpeople who chatter to each other in shrill tongues, half soothing half maddening. Tawny Moon. She shows the way. All hidden and all that was once lost will return.