Mach said:

get out your D80 Missy!

ZombieKitten said:

It really freaks me out when people here use my real nick name



anyway I want to try to do something to honour the Goddess Epona

Waiting for a muse to come up with something appropriate for this hermit.

Fauxie said:

how about this:

ting tong

ZombieKitten said:

I think that's probably do-able. It might need to be a collage of photos though.

Fauxie said:

There is ting tong all around! Go out and capture it

annnd i've dug up some old stuff... i can't believe i'm doing this..
please understand...
they're not actual poems, just... stylized thoughts...


it's harder than you think
to see the daisies through the fog
hoping that the joy and warmth
aren't too good to be true
screams from the other side
of frustration and misunderstanding
scare you - they don't understand the fog...
hell... neither do you
you see the daisies dying
you hear those voices grow faint
believing that their love for you is no longer there
all because of you
you've taught yourself to cry no more
tears born of the fog are useless
even more when they're not understood
you're alone and it's your fault
you didn't fight hard enough
for the moon that yearns beyond the fog
and yet you... are the sun
*irony*
the sun that could not melt the fog
that could not nurse the daisies
that could not make the moon shine with passion anymore...
...a burnt out star.

I'd like to see if anyone would come up with imagery for my new poem without being gory


“Film Number Five”

So you compare your life to a horror film
And I’ll bet that there will be a sequel
They are going to run with this one
So I hope that you are alive
By film number five…

You wear a disturbed mask
To attack only yourself
So turn your tired back
And remove another bloody axe

Knocking at more doors for the promise of the good things inside
No answer, feel empty and you’re left wanting to kill something
But I’ll wait up for you to keep good company
Bringing hope to your life
And so join me on the ground
And tonight I will die with you again …

You compared your life to a horror film
And yes, there was a sequel
Not the rich money spinner that we first thought
So sorry that you never survived
Before film number five
But you know that you were always my favourite one.




© 2008 Steven Pottle
[Edited 2/1/08 1:35am]

There once was a wrestler called Jeanie,
Who always wore a ill-fitting bikini,
and if in mud did she fight,
we surely always caught a sight,
of her lovely (but dirty) vagini.

I hope that inspires someone.

There once was a wrestler called Jeanie,
Who always wore a ill-fitting bikini,
and if in mud did she fight,
we surely always caught a sight,
of her lovely (but dirty) vagini.

I hope that inspires someone.

sammij said:

looks like a poem to me...

hokay... so i'll post the last one i had thought of posting
and who knows, maybe i'll write something new in the near future...


losing my mind never felt so easy
easy has never been so wrong
strange thoughts, easy thoughts, wrong thoughts
no matter the adjective, i fear them all the same
to succumb to the illusion of control
leads way to extreme vulnerability
when you think you're in - you're out
i'm losing touch with myself
because i thought i knew who "i" was...
...i was wrong.
because it was far too easy
to be that familiar with myself
became acquainted with my faults
and thought i had accepted them
i had only covered them up - hid them...



*cough* yeah now that i read this over, i'm pretty sure it was an unfinished blurb, but i still kinda like how it flows...i won't be able to complete it though - i'm just not in that mindstate anymore...

sammij said:

ZombieKitten said:

What is it about women in Australia and bricks?...

And I'll partake , definitely sounds like a cool idea...sounds a lot like something Herman came up with on one of Ocean's threads, when he said he would provide the poetry and I would provide the photos to accompany it. That never got off the ground, tho lol...

So do we get to pick our own "muse"? Can more than one person use the same poetry/article/whatever?

Byron said:

No! It has to be me..

NEW RULE tap tap!

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

WORDS, KAREN, WE NEED SOME WORDS!!!

ZombieKitten said:

Right, I have to think about it.... I am more the connoisseur of art then the creator ... I appreciate it deeply however.

I want to peel off the years gone by like an ill-fitting shirt
and my shoes,
run to the park
towards the swings
and one more time climb aboard with you.

Naked in mind and soul
we'll swing to and fro, like spiders,
the air scrubbing away at our outer selves
until we're fresh and clean and new again.
You remember back then, don't you?
When each new day was a gold coin found by the side of a road,
and the world's simplest pleasures found us first;
back then, when we were friends.

Let's be, for awhile, in a world
of just you and me and what life used to be;
suspended together
on tethers
of metal
and leather.
Hands grasping chain rusted to dried blood,
you thrust ahead
while I push back;
separate
apart
independent motion.
Our feet scrape unique grooves into the ground
up, down
high, low
further and farther apart we go.
Momentum builds,
legs straining at opposite horizons.
Up, down
high, low
further and farther apart we go
but at the lowest point of the arc we are side by side -
crashing elbows
connecting
if only for that instant
and in that small way.

So let's run barefoot to the park, my friend
find our old seats, if they're even still there
and swing high into a night
as dark and soft as your hair.
Like we did years ago,
let's dangle on chainlink webs
lean back and laugh
and wiggle our bare toes on the moon.

I can't wait to see what comes of this thread!