Poem Thread

[sisterofyu]

Doren Robbins    
   
             
           
My Defects Call Me Back

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Back on the telephone with my defects. They called me again just outside Ventura County where the radiator poured green chemicals on my chest and arms. And it wasn't my need for coolant that brought me back to Los Angeles, I can tell you that. Always some oversight, some lopsided-ness, some offspring of my stunted perceptions leads the way. By Ventura I no longer perceived accidents as accidents, but as the way I arranged every choice around what was least threatening to my weak side. So little agility. My lopsidedness. Some neglect.

My defects called me back to tell me they are the real subjects. To them everything else is "conceit, everything-just verbal spermicide, topic after topic, right-brain hobbyism, someone working a butcher's scale so it works for him, and how long are you going to look into a tailor's mirror at what is never naked about your self?" Those fucking defects wouldn't get off the phone. And what whining interiors they have, what extremes they think are only tolerable to someone who outlasted the compulsion to live extremely.

Maybe that's all they want me to know. Or is that just another disguise-that identity of extremes, and not needing them? Maybe they're not as deep as they think they are.

There I was, facing the lifted hood again. The real subject was the radiator and the patience that at least got me to Ventura. I had to answer the phone because my defects were calling me back. I had to answer the phone. They blamed me for the "stains of coolant," and for the radiator that was "neglected." "Forgetfulness," I said. "Sabotage," they yelled back at me.

The other thing, the weak side, I think it drips here and there so I'll know by the stains not where it is but that I haven't been near it. My defects have trained me. I fixed the leak in the mounted viscera of hoses. The hose root bled because the stalk was over-heated or just worn-out from years of use. But I'm not going to say more than I have to about what happened, and what I think. I really shouldn't be carrying myself anymore like someone who has lost that much.

[sisterofyu]

Siegfried Sassoon

Glory Of Women

 You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,
Or wounded in a mentionable place.
You worship decorations; you believe
That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.
You make us shells. You listen with delight,
By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.
You crown our distant ardours while we fight,
And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.
You can't believe that British troops 'retire'
When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,
Trampling the terrible corpses--blind with blood.
O German mother dreaming by the fire,
While you are knitting socks to send your son
His face is trodden deeper in the mud.

[2NaFish]

Siegfried Sassoon

when he came home the place they sent him to his about 200 yards from my house, it's a beautiful building but it'll have been somewhat different in Siggy's day.

[sisterofyu]

show me a pic of it keekee

[axlstwin]

........... quoth the raven, 'nevermore'......


 

[Rock Diva]

Yep. If you've seen Jaws 1 it was the song Chief Brody, Roper and ... the shark slayer were singing while they were drunk.

Quint.

[alottaluv4axl]

I am amazing;
for everything I am
and everything I am not.

I am crazy;
Because of the thoughts in my head
and those who have betrayed me.

I am smart;
For having common sense
and listening to my heart.

I am amazing;
for everythign I am
and everything I am not.

I am not brave;
I cry over silly things
and it never eases the pain.

I am not evil;
I do not hurt others purposefully
and I do not break deals.

I am amazing;
for everything I am
and everything I am not.

I am paranoid;
I check things twice
otherwise, in my mind, there is a huge void.

I am self-conscience;
I won't let it break me down
those people can be so dense.

I am amazing;
for everything I am
and everything I am not.

--I just found this randomly. By some chick.

[2NaFish]

talking in bed

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.

Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,

And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation

It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.


something about the line "at this unique distance from isolation". it rocks.

[wyldechild]

actually they are lyrics but I made them to my gf after this one fucking sad thing that happened  

the lyrics may suck but I dont care ...

Someday

(Verse 1)
it was a day when my heart cried
it was a day when my sould died
someone hurted you
and I didnt know what to do
I felt so helpless
and almost out of breath
I just thought of you
and what could I do

(pre-chorus)
you were so far away
and I couldnt find a way
how to get to you
why did he bring the rain
it's him who I blame
he will pay that's for sure

(chorus)
there was a time when we knew it all
there was a time when we had it all
but we've runned out of time
the life we knew happened to die
but I'll promise that there will be time
there will be time when all will be fine
we will find a way
someday

(verse 2)
years roll by so fast
we have to make sure it wont be our last
together we can stand
believe me... we can

(pre-chorus)
I've gotten closer to you
and all the things I can do
I will do
the one who brought the rain
I promise.. he will live in pain
away from you

(chorus)
there was a time when we knew it all
there was a time when we had it all
but we've runned out of time
the life we knew happened to die
but I'll promise that there will be time
there will be time when all will be fine
we will find a way
someday

[Rocket Queen]

Jack'y Jack'y, Jack'y
where are you now?
In the drugstore, waiting for you to show.
Jack D Jack'o,
when will you run thru my vains?
When you cough up 40 bucks.
Jacko Jack D, Jacksoo
I'll see you then

 

[sisterofyu]

More Than Myself

Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
something worth learning
in that narrow diary of my mind,
in the commonplaces of the asylum
where the cracked mirror
or my own selfish death
outstared me . . .
I tapped my own head;
it was glass, an inverted bowl.
It's small thing
to rage inside your own bowl.
At first it was private.
Then it was more than myself.
 

Anne Sexton

[sisterofyu]

Personality
by Magdalena Ball

When the perfect
personality formula
of your tickbox life
leads you into the
swamp of overconformance
telling you who you are
whom to love
what to do
your world reduced to
gorgeous masks you pull from the cupboard
wear with aplomb
to order and control the
random variation in behaviour
behind type
Mars v Venus
extrovert v introvert
square hole or round peg

deep under the downy covers
you hide a chaotic mess of wings and tears

the ticking of boxes mirrors the ticking clock
until time is up
the candle snuffed
leaving only the
taut masks
of your vibrant
personality
restlessly alone on their splintery stem

that’s where I’ll meet you
at the Maginot line
of your self perception
match in hand
ready to light the candle

[White-Rider]

Hey SISTER!!! What do you look like?!! As good as your INNER-SELF?  'THAT'D BLOW ME AWAY!!!' 

[sisterofyu]

Hey SISTER!!! What do you look like?!! As good as your INNER-SELF?  'THAT'D BLOW ME AWAY!!!' 

keekee..... thanks for that white rider but sadly Im just an old shoe....boohoo....still we share fantastic brands of poems n art n music....keekee eh