Poems

Here's my latest one. Don't know if its quite finished because I keep changing it randomly (just changed it as I was posting :P). anyway here it is.

- Far Away -

I shake like a branch, so stiff, so tight
Stumbling through a doorway filled up with light
Staggering along a road all out of place
Though everyone looks they ignore my old face

I don’t know my way; so scared, so dark
I’ve ruined so many lives tryin’ not to be apart
But now there’s love in this warm embrace
And I cling to it so tight, cause when it’s gone
I’m erased

I’m running so fast I can’t touch the ground
Going so wild I can’t hear a sound
Wet hair, warm sun, a secret smile
And a crying breeze floating on for miles

A fear deep down flows out as tears
I try to speak up but nobody hears
My eyes close and I see the cost
Wish I could go back and not be so lost….

(C) 2006. Joel Grant

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Concert Tab!! MOFO poetry Been Dreaming Lately?

Whew I haven't written anything in a while. I've been so busy lately. I would like to read more stuff by others though. Or even feedback on mine would be great too! *bump*

Here's one I wrote 5 seconds ago:

Maggie Grace, come sit on my face.

Short, but sweet.

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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die"

Epic.

off the top of my head:

repression
fingers
emotions challenging
reborn/rebirth
penetrating/touching
who touches mother?
she screams in my womb

the crimson confusion
guide me to the grave
desire/anger
release her flesh
creativity/depression
touch me
leave my mother alone

That's pretty cool for off the top of your head. I have a really odd interpretation though.....too weird to share.....but that's like a beautiful painting where everyone gets something different from it. What was your intention behind it? if it's not too personal.

birthday wake

there is a secret sadness in this yearly tableau
it lingers in the air with the smell of baking and cake and resonating pats on the back
in midst of the hurrahs of the day, a darkly painted shadow perches precariously above, unnoticed
a sad presence often felt, of failure and another year gone

blowing out sixteen candles
neon wax dripping into the yellow frost
sizzling into the coat of sugary glaze
a childhood extinguished with a single breath
whimsy, wonder, unconditional love
dissipitating into the air with smoky plumes and bitter scent

A Dream Anticipated

Remember me.
And how close our minds touched on those summer days,
the remarkably simple way we found eachother
Isn't it nice to know you, but hardly know you before falling in love?
Express your empathy, and we will fasten ourselves to a rocket and propel into the heavens

Look through the window and see an imagined scene-- of you and me, lost in the same strange place (together at last)
I pull my heart out and give it to you,
you take it with such delicacy?

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I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
T.S Eliot, "Preludes"

A mother is raped and gives birth to a girl who grows up wishing she could have been the one who was raped instead. She lives life trying to find the man who raped her mother, in hopes that she too can be raped.

hahahah, samsonite, didn't mean to do that to ya! but i'm flattered, eh, to get the reaction. i forgot i posted this here. thanks!

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life without movies is like cereal without milk. possible, but disgusting. but not nearly as bad as cereal with water. don't lie. I know you've done it.

unsaid
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynn

words like pebbles fall into the water
sighing meaning like shadows crisscrossing,
drunk and heavy across the stillness;
what would have been a glance becomes
a smile, weighted whisper;
what would have been acknowledgment becomes
a hint of making love;

intensity in your eyes will send mine
chasing across the hillside;
you blind me with your laugh, your grin,
the wicked way you have about you;

the lines you draw in social circles
become curves caressed by lips and tongue;
the eager laugh a vibrant growl,
the wide, unrepentant grin a cocky challenge;

within this arena of pending circumstance
we ease around each other always
tensed, quiet, careful;
spring-loaded I hold myself in check thinking
that perhaps I have misread;

we hold our breath around each other
and when we speak we create our own soft language;
velvet murmurs, gentle chiding, ever prickly,
feeling and prodding, testing;
and beneath it all, an anticipation deep and dark
as all the fiercest things we have yet to tell;

unspoken truths fill up the air around us
and we swim through them, ever wary;
and my lips ache to replace with kisses
all the things still left unsaid.

black widow love (this has nothing to do with me)

dark eyes that he loves,
dark eyes that tell a lie
she never cared until he dared to look another way
it isn't jealousy (an authenticity she lacks)
the lost adoring sheep must be brought back like the rest
touch and go for a moment there, she almost lost her chance
She spoke deception to everyone she knew,
She pouted red lips and faked heartbreak so she could get her way
She caught her prey in the end, and poisoned him at last
Delusional at best, he feels so in control, and that the sticky web is really silken gold
He looks at the eyes he loves,
the eyes that never will

nature's hymmnal
the wind speaking in your ear,
and the trees singing loud
remindable fixtures of an unfailing love
the hills rise to meet the sky,
and the grass bows to the sun
let all creation show praise for all he has done

how to avoid a burning rome (incomplete)
we're heading towards the same old thing
paint over the decay
molten raining from the sky day after day

we're climbing up civilizations walls just to fall again
forget the wars not fought in vain
newer the brave and determined the foe; it makes no difference in the end

we're betting on a race already won and losing anyways
the snake won't shed his skin
the old has yet to die

oh poems ! maybe i'll post some of mine in the future as well.
for now i was wondering, Firegod, do/did you have anything to do with Otep ?

Calling at the voices,
That ever will haunt me.
Whispers in the shadows,
For all eternity.

Moving magic windows,
Days of the past.
Cries and sights of nothing,
Fires that will last.

Screaming at existence,
Silence all to hear.
Bleeding with the fire,
But nothing there to hear.

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"As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away."
-From Identity

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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton

My bum
it's at the bottom of my back
sometimes a bum is called a bottom
or an arse
so many words
to describe the globular protrusion of
the bum

(C) 2006. Moo

There it sat
that unopend thing
Greeting the day
Yearning
gniteerg

"This is Love"

(c)C.watt

I tried to fail,
I tried, I failed.
I failed to try.
Just don't ask why.
It makes me cry.

I have a deviant art account under the same screenname I have here. I post a lot there.

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Any good villian is the hero of their own story.

deviant art does poetry? i didn't know that, thanks!

Ive got one Dutch poem, i'll translate it.

Ik zocht een leven onder huis en steen,
Europa Afrika en daaromheen,
hoe meer ik zocht, hoe minder ik vond,
het leek verloren; afgerond.


Dat was mijn leven. Nu niet.

Moraal van het verhaal: zoekende zijn we allemaal,
alleen wie het lef heeft te stoppen,
of uit wanhoop het op te geven,
zal het uiteindelijk vinden: een leven.

Means as much as:

I have looked for a purpose under house and stone
Europe Africa and beyond
the more i searched, the less i found
it seemed lost: done

That was my life. Not anymore.

Lesson of the story: we are all searching
only those who have the guts to give up
or despearence makes them stop
those will find a purpose of life eventually

Sounds aweful in english, je sais.

Now my english one:

Your Smile
Your Taste
Your Breath
These are the things
I'll Never Forget

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I Amsterdam

And do check my "art": Deviant