Poems for all the CB writers Options

[AzN_AssAul'][']

For the poet in us all. Dunno if this is the right place for the thread, but here ya go. Feel free to post your poetry... And be open to criticism (hopefully constructive!). Here's one of mine...
Hope you like it. And give some cc plz...Ty

Moral Anaesthesia

We were always barred behind
each other's private walls;
with miles of air and oceanic mass,
words unspoken behind bullet-proof glass.
Helpless and stuck in a mere illusion,
a fleeting moment past much too soon;
the promise of God to a fool,
beauty too pure to ever be true.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

Tonight you tore down all dreams
built with white lies and deceit.
Where I once stood comfortably numb,
I weep and rot deaf, blind and dumb;
Feast in misery like cheap red wine,
the easiest substitute for the truth.
Moral anaesthesia, morphine for the soul -
the price you pay, for losing control.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

[RiddleMeWonders]

Tell me what you guys think about it... and whatever else. I need clarity.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Where does my beginning start after it ends?
I'm not angry but I'm not happy.
I am not satisfied but I have no hunger.

I am nothing simply for the nothing's cause.
Laughing at only air, acting if I had a care. Funny misery never came here,
with so much to say but no emotion to justify it.
I'm a nuetral lifeforce with not or too much juice to handle.

I'm a seashell glued to a sandle. I'm a firefly imprisoned by the glow.
I'm hazard to uncertain ones who don't know where to go.
I'm the parasite of the life everyone lives and I give myself way too much credit for things I want to know.

I rave instead of fixing the problem.
What problem do I have with people?
But I'll never understand because I want to know.


Saturday, March 27, 2004

I am a water... I am a song....
I am a daughter.. and I may be wrong about many things
But my heart is looking for the right place
and I'm trying to keep my cool
when I see your face

I'm just a shadow of my mind
and I make you worry from time to time
but in all honesty
I don't think you really care.

If you asked me about my world could I tell you the truth dear girl?
I'm just a image of the lies.
Someone you don't recognize without a reminder.

Sheriff pulls up to your house walks to the door knocks heavily
and wakes your spouse
He comes to get you but you just shrug him off...
he says "they can't find her"

You mumble and you yell,
was I really worth the hell,
and I stumble back into the light
too afraid to live or die.

Right now I can't remember
what I felt like last december
but if I felt a little bit better
maybe I could tell you later?

I just want something to hold onto...
Someone I can belong to.
No one knows exactly how hard I havent tried.
No one knows exactly how long I havent kept it all inside.
Why don't I feel better yet?