Bittersweet Candy Bowl

I apologized to the birds today
for I didn’t come out to play.
They fly and sing above my head
and leave me left for dead,
for when they asked as I drudged past
why with them, I couldn’t be, I bowed my head
and simply said, “I’m sorry, I can’t see”

I’ve lost my sight from hysteric fright
of seeing what I am.
A broken body on a ragged spirit,
a survivor of fortune’s blight.

I’ve lost my wings, they’ve been clipped
with hooks of isolation.
Injecting shame, my own past blame
when I seek rejuvination.

So I cannot fly, though I might try
to be with birds and sing.
But failure brings renewing sting
and replaces songs with cries.

Do angels fall for a reason?
Is there some purpose that even they do not comprehend?
For they are cast from a world of beauty into our land of pain and shame,
They lose everything.
It must feel like dying.
Or being crushed.
Their wings broken,
Their beauty stained,
Their power lost,
Their hearts broken.
Such suffering for one who never deserved it.

Yes.
There is purpose.
For only a fallen angel can point the way
Home to those who also fall
But from a lesser height.
Though they are but a smashed remnant of they once were
They can still give others
Those few words
That mean so much.

And maybe, just maybe,
The fallen angel can learn to fly
Once more.

Nice one, waxing, but I think you should change “fall” to “fell” in the second to last stanza there.

That is proof that I like your poem, when that’s all i can come up with as advice :0

i wrote this when i was trying to figure out what kinda person i am

seeming and unseemingly, incandescent and indecent are my thoughts
The thoughts that course through my veins as i wake and as i sleep.
Time is illusion and mentallity more-so, and for all the slight of hand
each day shows me i still cannot be convinced that the illusion i conjur upon myself is real also…
Mentallity
Unseemingly seemful
Seamlessly seamless
Nulifying numb
And so forth

I don’t know. “Fell” suggests a purely past tense, while the use of “fall” here also carries a future connotation. Think of it as a contraction of “may also fall”. But I guess it can work either way, and I’m not entirely sure which one is better…

Interesting, Darkly. You doubt, but even so, you realize that your doubting can seem so trite and play with this notion, even though it would just be a part of the illusion you doubt.

Overall very good. Thought-provoking at the very least. I’m not quite getting the occasional capitalization. Do you just capitalize some of the more important words, or is it just that it helps separate the second half of the poem? (or are you just lazy )

@ magnus I think “nulifying” in the second to last line should continue the rythim you have going there and be made into “nulifyingly”… I’m also not entirely happy with the poem ending with “and so forth” when the rest of it has very careful word choice and precision.

Don’t ask me how to fix that, but I think you’re capable of it. I wonder if anyone’s going to call social services on me after reading my sad, unnamed slop up there… They’ll say “I guess ol’ happehface wasn’t so happeh afterall” as they load me into the looney cart.

I think the “and so forth” is important to the poem because it reflects his own dismissive attitude toward his own work. It reveals that he thinks it’s just another trite discussion of doubt. But to each his/her own.

And I doubt they’d throw you in the looney bin just yet. You need to gaze into the black of night to see the beauty of the stars, after all.

Yeh the random capitalisation is just me being….well…random

the reason i wrote “and so forth” is because i often dismiss my current thoughts and move onto the next line of thoughts


the thing is, my poetry is either directed at myself or someone who doesnt even exist

Existence is such a fickle thing.

only if you think things actually existiiiii

Existence is only fickle if you believe things exist? Now that’s a pickle.

no i just dont believe “fickle” and “pickle” exict

This was caused by an aneurysm, or maybe I’m just a dish of sashimi dreaming of a firefly? I don’t know.

Spring has arrived, and you’re with me
I don’t know you very well, that’s true and it is
No matter for how long time will be
I want you so badly, and I wish we can be like this

I hear the little birds singing
And the soft breeze coming
And you with your white dress
Making my heart beat, again and again

Summer is now the time
The epoch flew high
We just realized
That we are together,
And we love each other so badly

A story written on the sand
As in our hearts too
A legend that will never die
No matter how, no matter when

Autumn and the leaves are falling
The cold breeze is coming again
I see tears in your eyes
And there are in mine, as well

As the leaves are falling
Like that our love is gone
Now my heart is broken
While you leave this place,
Our nest, our home.

Winter now embraces me
With her cold hands
Because you’re no more with me
Because you’re away from here

Now I wander, and I walk
Around like a pale ghost
Asking myself why, again and again
Crying about a love that is no more

I would like to pretend it’s just the rain running down my face,
Oh how I want to find my own place,
I can only say it’s not the tears,
Because if I admit to that then I have to accept my fear.

That one day you will leave me and I’ll be on my own,
But I want the pleasure of knowing that you’ll pick up the phone
Just maybe you will, when I call.
Pretending that you’ll still pick me up when I fall,

This is just the way the story goes.
And I would like to say, “Well I just didn’t know.”
But I know it would all be a lie
And sometimes, we have to fall before we can fly.

And the crash will hurt more than the broken heart
But that eventually I’ll be given a new start
And maybe you’ll be there again.
I can only hope I can still call you friend,
In the end,

Oh this is the end.

Why do you weep?
You both knew this day would come.
When what was eternal would end
When you would each lose a love and a friend.
You could see it coming like a falling star
Yet you could do nothing to look away.

And though you always looked to him,
I stood in your shadow, to soothe your pain
With words so quickly forgotten
Drown in the face on the one you claimed to love.
And now he’s gone, and you cry
Sad tears that i cannot dry.

I have always been here to ease your fall
And I always will be
But you never have, and never will
Realize my feelings for you.
So like I ghost I stand guard
Eternally and faithfully, but forever ignored.

@ninja: foreshadowing the comic eh?

but seriously good job with the poetry guys (and la commie). you all got soul.

Thank ya sir!

Para un amigo, un hermano y un heroe…

How can I look back
And not see you
My brother in arms
My inseparable friend

How can now my legs go on
And my mouth say, it’s ok
If you’re here no more
And my soul dies every day

I walk around that old house
I hear your steps
I turn around with a happy face
The truth makes me cry, my sorrow, my pain

How is it, that you’re no more
You’re not at home, or in the streets
You leaved this place,
And left me behind, dying here

Don’t you understand?
Can’t you see my pain?
Your eyes can’t see me crying?
Even now, that I’m at your grave?

I can touch the ground
And I can feel you, under it
I don’t know if I can stand
I wish to be with you, can you understand it?

My soul can’t handle this pain
My eyes are tired to cry
But I can’t help it
I’m alone, again alone, but why you may say.

I have family, yes they’re with me
I have love, yes indeed
I have health, yes it is
I have friends, no, I don’t have them here

You where my only friend
And now the cold hands of death take you
I’m tired my dear friend, I want to sleep
I stay here, sharing the same ground, as we did those days

Now I touch the cold ground,
And I say to myself
I wish this was you
That way, I could feel you again.

@FW: wow…just wow… thats amazing.

Thanks, 5 minute poetry works heh…also i was in the mood. I’ll try to write more ofter here…

Is love lost
or just misplaced
Will i die
or be erased

Wondering about you
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I listen to your voice,
but I can’t hear anything.
I do wonder when you talk
if you expect others to listen,
but then why would you even try?

You show me a blank stare,
it’s so full of meaning,
though I wonder what it is.

I wonder whenever I look at you
if you can even see I’m here,
but deep inside
I already know the answer;
It sometimes makes me cry.

What’s the meaning behind your expressions?
I want to know the girl with those brown stripes,
wonder what you are really like.

Many times I have wished
to know more about you,
but then I think things through again
and I wonder,
would that ruin my idea of you?

But it’s not like it even matters
because you dont exist,
you will never hear my voice,
nor will I ever hear yours;
but most of the time I’m wondering…
what if you were real?

This is a poem I wrote for my very special person :3

Together

As the years pass by in the cool of night
I woke in a sweat from a terrible fright
I dreamed of a world where all was blue
No care, no smiles, no cheers, no you.

My face was streaked with tears un-numbered
The world was filled with hearts that hungered
And sitting in my bed alone
was me, with my hearts feelings now known

some see a river, some see the sky
but if love could be, it would not be high
nor low nor close, nor red nor blue,
If my love took an image, it would be you.

A loving smile, a warm embrace
when beauty shines, I see your face
the curse of love, it never stops
to make you glow when my heart hops

Along a road I ran to you
my face and features, turning blue
for none could smell the wonderous sweet
that came from when our hearts did meet

yet maybe i hunger for something more
maybe my heart will still remain poor
for the love in my eyes and the love in your heart
makes me smile with every start

and the smiles i see from so far away
are with me until the end of the day
so when we next our paths do finally meet
whether it be at home or in the street

I’ll ask you to smile, nothing more, nothing less
for that smile is alike to the sweetest caress
and should you deny me even this small ask
I know that my heart has failed me this task

of finding my way, through traps and dangers
through miles of stone, past miles of strangers
to find my way here, back where I belong
with someone to hold, someone who is strong

the cold winds and the eternal flame
of colliding hearts should not be there to blame
for the sorrow i feel every time you leave me
alone with my heart to be gone, leave me be.

If one smile could make the yellow sun rise,
the one light to finally open my eyes
the light would come from only one single place
the face of an angel, loves face, your face.

So don’t hide your eyes, don’t leave in despair
know that even when you’re alone, I will care
I’d fight off an army just to be in your arms
and until my death I’d protect you from harms

just to see your sweet smile, brush the hair from your face
with nowhere to run, no future, no place
but here in your arms, together and alone
and right now your smile makes this place feel like home.

‘tis true what they say; i hate the world and haste the day

Like those old days…

Walking among the streets
Turn around and stop
See those happy childs
Those kids, that the fear will never know

Watch your own steps
Look at your footprints
Look at your hands
They’re not human, they bleed, isn’t it?

But did you killed someone?
Or why your hands bleed?
Oh is because you scratched the walls
Searching for a helping hand

And you didn’t find anything
In those old days
Filled with sorrow and pain
Instead of children games

In a dark corner
Alone, thinking
Wondering and asking
Why this, why like this

You see kids playing at the ground
From that window, at your room
You hear the laugh and the play
You grab that pillow, and fall upon that doom

A place of no return
A way of don’t turn back
My body, i want to leave
But i must wait, for a while

You go again to the school
And with great pain in the heart
Walking without a soul
A body that is already death

They won’t stop
You don’t have a choice
It has to be always
Like those old days

Places, people and numbers
Everything is marked
Everything in this mind
Is cursed, is hurted

There is no hope out there?
Theye is no one that hears my pain?
The darkness, my long time friend
Has my shadow come to play with me again?

But i don’t have toys
I just have this old body
Blood, my only way
To draw, to write, always lonely

And i wrote a big book
In those old days
All with my blood
And my soul engraved in he portrait

To read that book
No one knows the way
That is on the shelf
Alone, and away

Like in those old days
Keep walking, old feet
Clean your eyes with the sleeve
There is nothing else to see here

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Raw, filthy…no edits made…i just want to write…nothing more and nothing else…

Their Hopes

The trees of winter lie empty and bare
The wind blows through them, wondering where
Those hopes and dreams that once were there
Have gone

“We let them go, fall one by one,
As the night approached, drove out the sun,
And now rest defeated, our hoping done”
They said

The wind, distraught, came to me
And asked if I could somehow see
Where it was their lost hopes may be
“Far away”

I said unto the wind, “Yet not vanished
They sit decaying at their feet, banished
Not beyond saving, though thin and famished
Yet still

They seem to think hope is only for times
Of plenty, not suited hard years and cold climes
A false friend or a luxury like a poet’s rhymes;
Close enough

That they are dismissed” I now concluded
The wind had listened in our spot secluded
And now I knew its heart had been recruited
To touch

The souls of those who watched those hopeless trees
And remind them that hope returns with the sun
So we need not abandon it, only to end up where we had begun
The soul

What would i do?

Like a vagrant in a unknown city
I walk among this streets
With a weight in my shoulders
Using a fake grin

But what is the point
There is no excuse
I can’t hide my face
People know me, very well

Directly into my face
I saw the first punch
I fall into the ground
There are no words in my mouth

What’s the purpose anyway
They won’t hear me
They never did it before
They don’t believe me

And they point at me
And curse my name
The day i was born
And the family, from which i came

Fight back?
Useless
Wake up
And smile at them

And i continue walking
Down this streets
Just to face more people
And suffer the same routine

My body can resist a bit more
But my soul can’t take it anymore
I’m so tired, i’m so exausted
My strenght, has fallen

I wish i had wings
To fly away from my demise
But i’m here to stay
Forever, condemned, to walk until my fall

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Raw and filthy again…