I'm sooooo bored and I was wondering if anyone would like to share poems and rate them...If not just wanted to start a new thread

Something I wrote a while back Excuse the errors

...And Death Knocked At My Door
By Elaine


I sat alone in my room with my bear in my arms as I stared into his eyes.
I cried as in the distance I heard the faint knock at my door.
And I looked up into the skies and implored...
...And death knocked at my door...

The silenced befriended me for it was all that surrouned.
And the world was empty, sad, and haunted.
The broken souls that wandered and watched their love ones go to war.
...And death knocked at my door.

Tears that were familiar to us all as they trickeled down our faces and on to the floor.
...And death knocked at my door.
Hatred surrounding our lives
and the day arrives...
"we shall go to war"
but they dont recognize that death knocks at our doors.

The knocking getting louder
and I hold my teddy bear closer.
Tears trailing faster as my world crumbles down onto my sides.
And daddy goes out to war and dies.

We are no longer safe, I say. Terror haunts u day by day.
Lets make it stop while we still have the chance.
Gives the little ones a chance.
You continue the fight, and we live in fright.
Why do we live in agression, and depression, and opression?
The walls are closing in and the fear is never ending.
And today we are at war, and these feelings I can't take anymore.
As I hear it get louder, and harder because death knocks at my door.

rate them?

nahh not really just to read and share

oh...in that case lol

I Never Thought

I never thought I could feel this way
I never thought this would be so deep
I never thought I could feel this way
I never thought I could love so much
I never thought this would be so deep
I always wonder how it would feel
I never thought I could love so much
I never thought someone could fill this void
I always wondered how it would feel
I never thought someone could love me for me
I never thought someone could fill this void
I want to thank you for who you are
I never thought someone could love me for me
I just never thought


~*~Stephanie~*~

I like that poem its pretty cool, and I like how it is written.

thank you.....I'm working on another one but can't get it all out yet. For some reason I like that writing style.

I like to stick to rhyming it comes out naturally but my mood changes very frequently lol so sometimes I can write really nice non rhyming poems.

this is my latest one. I have a slight idea what it's about
but I'm not completely sure yet.
I used to write a lot of poems, all the time. But now they
come to me much less often. I think this is the first one
that just came out of nowhere in 3 months.
I sit down to write a lot but that never quite works, the
ones I like best are the ones that just write themselves.


HOME ON THE RANGE

I forgot to take my medication again
I forgot to be loyal where it was due
I forgot to run from the youth I envied
I forgot to explain why I'm through

I wanted to respond so badly when
you dried your feet attentively
whilst I sank away in the pillows
that were layed out so ornately

Caprice, Caprice my mind has faltered
once again and I feel strange
I guess I felt what it must feel like
to be home, to be loved on the range

The focus of Godly regret is unfounded
but I know that all this repentance
shall follow me home to the range again
god does not judge - he passes the sentance


24-11-2004

I love it when poems dont make sense but only to you
"the ones I like best are the ones that just write themselves."
And i completely agree with that


Undesigned
By Elaine

My life so undesigned,
so simple and complex to the mind.
I am the undesiganted feature of your dreams.
And I am my worst own enemy.

I feel the fear of my bones creeping over my skin.
And I try so hard to not let it win.
But I dont know why my designed body lets it take over me once more.
Lets me cry, lets me fall, lets all these feelings in through the door.

I want to let you know how I feel in side but my designation keeps me away.
Keeps me tattered, keeps me torn, keeps me astray.
What a design I have.
So unique, so odd, so bad.

A defective one am I.
The one with a tatterd button, a tattered soul, a broken eye.
Tempted feeling is destroyed and impulsiveness has taken over my soul.
That is what makes my desigantion whole.

A decent aroma a decent fair.
A decent feeling is not what I am aware.
An unsecure life, an unsecure heart.
A feeling that I have longed so hard to find a part.

A part in this undesigned play.
Please let me be one to play.
A doll on a string.
A lonely girl on a swing.

My design, my code is all but one.
A feeling of all but fun.
A fear of anger and a resentment to the mind.
Oh and how hated is this terrible fearful design.

A porcelien face, A hollow soul
A heart full of personal turmoil.
An object of desire. An object of love.
A girl with neither nor one or the other.

A design is what life is.
Something that I don't have,
something that I have long missed.
10/22/04

BlueRoses801 said

I'll be honest with you and tell
you straight up that I want to
take that line and use it myself



If I ever do get published I'll
let you cut in on the share of
my two sold copies

lol I ll take you up on that

I do write poems and I must say this is one thing I am proud of, because some of them are pretty good. I even won some prices with them, and some got published too. I'd like to share them with you, I even tried this some time ago, but got no responses. The problem is; they're written in Dutch...I really don't like to write in another language. When I was fourteen I wrote one poem in English, we had to do it for the English lggcourse... But, it's really horrible, that one ! And I'm almost ten years older now !

yoou should share it with us though...what counts is that you shared

BlueRoses801 said:

The English one? Naaaaah! The Dutch one is somewhere on the 'artist community' board, Luv4oneanother even tried to make a translation of it, which I really appreciated, but again, it is so hard for me to say sth about it when it's in another lgg. Prose is ok, I often read English prose, but poetry is so much harder...

I just noticed the Dutch one is gone too...

Here's something I wrote...it's very romantic...



Research by a WSU doctor is showing that violence against women can cause physical and emotional damage that is more than just skin deep.
John Porcerelli, PhD, ABPP, associate professor director of the Division of Behavioral Science of family medicine, has recently published three articles in various medical journals detailing his research on domestic and other types of violence.
The results of these studies have shown that women who have been subjected to violence are more likely to suffer from physical and psychological distress than others.
“In our recent studies, with Patricia West, RN, PhD of St. John Hospital & Medical Center, of violent victimization of patients who use primary care clinics, 10 percent of both male and females reported some type of physical victimization in the past year.
“Victimized women had more physical symptoms and depressive symptoms than non-victimized women and men. In a follow-up study of women who were only emotional abused, results indicated more respiratory, cardiovascular, GI and depressive symptoms than non-abused women,” Porcerelli said.
The articles, "Personality Profile of Partner-violent Men" in the Journal of Personality Disorders; "Mechanisms & Self-reported Violence Toward Partners & Strangers" in the Journal of Personality Assessment and "Defense Mechanisms & Violence Toward Partners and Strangers: Defense Mechanisms Manual and Defense Mechanisms Rating Scale" in the Journal of the American Psychoanalytic Association, highlight Porcerelli’s work in showing the important link between family medicine and the potential for clinicians to encounter victims of domestic violence.
“My interest in domestic violence grew out of my own clinical work as well as my work with residents at the University Family Physicians clinic. Primary care clinics are an ideal place to screen for victims and perpetrators of domestic and other types of victimization because family physicians see entire families and therefore see patients across the entire life span,” he said.
Over the past several years, his research has included assessing prevalence of domestic and other types of victimization of patients who use primary care.
Porcerelli, who is a Diplomate of the American Board of Professional Psychology, has also focused on the physical health and psychological correlates of abuse, the quality of relationships and coping mechanisms of male perpetrators, personality correlates of abusive men, and effectiveness of psychotherapy in the treatment of men and women in abusive relationships.
Through his studies Porcerelli has found that many perpetrators will deny any violence or abuse they have inflicted upon others.
In order to obtain more accurate, non-biased data he and his colleagues have relied upon psychologists and clinical social workers throughout Michigan to describe male clients in their practices who have been violent toward their partners.
“The clinicians used a reliable and valid instrument to describe their patients, thus standardizing the assessment process. In the study, partner-violent men were compared to nonviolent but maritally- distressed men. The result is a clinically relevant profile of partner-violent men that can be used by healthcare professionals as criteria for assessment,” Porcerelli said.
Porcerelli’s research on violence was partially funded internally and by the OHEP.
He and his colleagues have applied for funding from the National Institutes of Mental Health to continue their work.

Interesting

I love your poem

Go to www.toledocitypaper.com. My writing is all over there. I'm the Contributing Editor.

Auch pianolayer, looks like you've been hurt. Or maybe your literary persona has been hurt, that may also be the case !

Agonizing
By Elaine

I want to cry
I want to scream
I feel such agony.
I hurt right here, in my heart.
I dont know what to say, I don't know where is my part.
My part in life, My position in this skin.
Wondering why, you are a walking sin.

I'm crying. I am in pain. Never did it hurt so much like today.
Oh God make this pain go away
Agonizing For what I dont know.
For your childish stare, why? For you are my foe.

I dont like you, you tore my feelings, you disgust me.
I wouldn't care if you even apologized on bended knee.
I am agonizing from all the pain.
The things you people say makes me insane.
It hurts but its okay. You'll get yours someday.

I'm crying and I cant control my self no more.
And my tender skin, my scarred arms, remain sore.
Make it stop somebody please.
I hurt so much, I hurt inside of me.

I am agonizing oh this pain.
And I am no longer sane.
My heart is screaming, but my voice is shut.
I can't speak or yell, no way out but by a simple cut.

Scream and gush free.
Bleed my endless agonies.
Oh how I am crying and wish to suffer no more
Here as I lie on the salty teared floor.

The pain and anger you caused in me will never go away.
But the damn feelings in my heart shall always betray.
Stay away from me, be gone.
Dont look into my eyes anymore from now on.

Stop it! let me scream!
Oh God, take away this agony.
Dropped on my knees and I beg to you.
These feelings I have, I know not what to do.

The night has closed and come to an end.
And it is time for I for my prayers to send.
So my Dear heavenly Father, I implore
comfort me tonight, as I lie on the cold wooden floor.

Send an angel tonight to comfort my soul.
Give me the strength to stand this personal turmoil.
For I thought one of yours would never hurt me this way.
But I was wrong, for the ones "closest" to you shall even betray.

I beg for a single hug and for a single kiss tonight.
I beg for some comfort, ease,
and knowledge that everything will be alright.
Oh my sweet lord how I pray this to you.
Help me please, for I need you.

Salted tears crack my sensative skin.
as my heart goes into a spin.
So one more night with salted pillows and salted tears.
One more night, with agony, and fear.

One more night with a broken heart and a broken soul.
One more night with out control.
So let me climb to bed and cry my self to sleep.
And maybe, Just maybe, I will shed this agony as I weep.

memories of you
are like
sharp shiny objects I can't put down
a corpse pillow gutted of its eiderdown
the most abundant crop to never be sown
an opera sung in monotone
a desolate overpopulated mythic ghost town
a stained outdated wedding gown;
a Mona Lisa frown
wearing an obsolete dilapidated crown
being violently raped by a circus clown
strange, those
memories of you
I like

I sit down to write a lot but that never quite works, the
ones I like best are the ones that just write themselves.

This is so true, IstenSzek. Just like 'knock, knock, a poem is knocking on your door'. Sometimes it's no use to try to knock out the poem out of the words. Although to me, this last technique is a good thing to review what I wrote before, to look at it in a second, sober moment...

SnowQueen said:

I like this one. It's a bit overloaded by images, but those images are strong, original and confronting.

MarieLouise said:

Thanks.

It's supposed to be image-filled. That was the point of it and what I was trying to do.

How?

How did it feel to tell me you loved me?
Why lie about something you never felt.
How did it feel to tell me you loved me?
How did it feel to call me a friend?
Why lie about something you never felt.
Did it feel good to destroy someone's faith in people?
How did it feel to call me a friend?
You said you were honest from the day we met.
Did it feel good to destroy someone's faith in people?
You ask for forgiveness.
You said you were honest from the day we met.
What you really want is to play with my mind.
You ask for forgiveness.
How does it feel to know I forgive so freely?
When What you really want is to play with my mind.
How do I forgive when I can't forgive myself for letting this happen?
All I can ask is how?


Stephanie