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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Feb 19, 2005 13:04:33 GMT -5
that is what Piffy says I have, so since this IS her board, I figured I'd use her own words. So I decided to make a poem trilogy. The eyes behind closed doors, The eyes strike back,a nd the eyes take form. I love them. The first one is teh best. It is the oldest, I had it for about three years before I wrote the other two.
~Behind Closed Doors~
Eyes behind closed doors Feelings are no more Blue and green, brown and gray Love and loss, pain and hate The eyes behold that are behind closed doors See all from secret hidden pores Throughout their little room Unknown to behold The eyes behind the doors Go unseen and unnoticed When they emerge Until they creat some diversion Then all attention is on them And they sink back into seclusion The lives of The eyes Behind closed doors
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Feb 19, 2005 13:05:23 GMT -5
here are the other two
~The Eyes Strike Back~
Insulted Neglected Battered And bruised Now see the eyes All becasue of you They ventured out of their room Hardly willing to trust you But they did And now they're hurt Alone in their little room With the pores in the walls So they can veiw the world Unnoticed The eyes behind closed doors Feelings are no more Green and brown Gray and blue The eyes cry because of you They plot and they plan Revenge is at hand You shall pay You will rue the day That you betrayed The eyes behind the closed doors A friend is all they wanted After so many isolated years The pain from before forgotten And once more its been broughten They will emerge To take you out f**k you Is what they think They will come out Just once more To bring the world to the floor.
~The eyes take Form~
Passing through the halls A shadow is all Going unnoticed Only in their lives For a second Before passing She says And She does Nothing to get noticed Nothing that should be noticed Unsure if she wants to be To be noticed that is Her hair is colored Was colored Its washing out Her style is her own She calls it punk But she knows its not No smile Eyes that are hollow No emotion Shown at all Her eyes reveal her past The past hidden Behind closed doors She, herself, hollow eyes and all Will emerge one day And challenge the world Let the world Have its way with her And she'll bring it to its knees The "good" girl The "punk" girl The "good punk" girl Will leave her mark On the world Come out of the shadows And hit the world with a bang Take it out Take it down Bring it to its knees Then she'll merge Back to seclusion Becomming The silent Smiless Hollow eyed Girl in the hall Until the time comes once more For her to teach it a lesson And again knock the world to the floor
~Alex K~
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Post by section8 on Mar 3, 2005 21:17:18 GMT -5
Oh I love those! They are so full of soul and emotion. And very unique you definately should keep wrighting. ;D
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 3, 2005 23:55:44 GMT -5
hey thanx section 8, here are a few more
Fly Away
Open a book And fly away To another land And day Where dragons soar To treasure hoards To mountian caves To eat knights brave Open a book And fly away To another land And day To a princess fair With long golden hair And sought by Every man Open a book And fly away To another land And day Where a castle on a hill Is guarded by trolls And a witch's house Is full of ghouls Open a book And fly away To another land And day To dragons with gold And madins fair And haggard witches With messy black hair To trolls To ghouls To castles And knights Magic And charms And daring Sword fights Open a book And fly away Allow your mind to play all day
~Alex K ~
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 4, 2005 0:23:45 GMT -5
Step into Reality
if love is pain then love is loss if pain is hate then hate is our boss our hearts are ruled by love and love is really pain pain is really hate so our hearts are ruled by hate time to step into reality give into your heart love and hate battle constantly and shall never part for without love you cannot live and without hate you can't be happy step inot reality for love is pain and pain is hate.
Alex K
My friend Sam though that this one was totally true, I do at least, but lemme know what you think.
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Post by section8 on Mar 4, 2005 22:42:25 GMT -5
I agree that is true.... my head hurts. Lol! But it is true. So true. To bad its true though.
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Post by Enchant on Mar 4, 2005 23:02:51 GMT -5
As usual I love reading your poems...you do have a knck for writing...although werent as dark as some I have read from you , they were just as good....well done...hope to read more soon. ;D
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Post by section8 on Mar 6, 2005 21:16:14 GMT -5
Poetry Is Awesome.... They are dark to some extent.... but it deprends on your definition of d-a-r-k.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 6, 2005 23:18:59 GMT -5
Thanx guys. Piffy, I'm taking that as you asking for some of my darker stuff. I know you've had these before, but here they are anyways.
Alone in my room
my head is pounding so much to do my wrists hurt alone in my room i slam my door i fall to the floor knife in hands the impulse demands the door is locked i'll be disturbed not to do what i do alone in my room i press the blade to my wrist blood released it is bliss more impressions made more red to see on the floor all around me i clean my wrists and my floor i clean my knife too this is what i do alone in my room
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 6, 2005 23:24:26 GMT -5
I dunno
its 1:10 in the morning. and I dunno I think I'm all up and depressed but what the f**k ever i don't care. I need to write, I need to say nuts. say something I just don't know what to say say, say what a funni thing to say one bit, and mean something different diferent different, its all the same the new way to be "in" is to be "out" The way to be like everyone else is to not be like everyone else does that make sence? any sence at all? I don't think so because YOU are DIFFERENT JUST LIKE EVERYONE else get it, tell me you get it my rants and my raves this is how I live my life How I'll live the rest of my days f**k you, and the world too my life is my issue not your's, but out I stay out of your's even though you need me need me, need me everyoe needs me but what about me I need someone too But I can't have them Why? Becasue it would show I'm weak Id's say I'm not a robot I have human emotion and just like everyone else who needs someone (mainly me) I need someone too. And to see that would scare others off and then I'd prolly be even worse off Then I was before when everyone needed me So I'm stuck in this Eternal circle Trapped for life and not even mine I'm not trapped here in teh lose lose situaton of a cirle for my own life I stuck here for thoes who need me. For thoes who need and open ear with out which They'd suffer in silence they resort to inflicting fear upon themselfs upon others it don't matter, but thats why I'm here. I need someone to understand HA no one understands no one ever could no matter how they try my life is simply Rhy Rhy bread, the best of the worst and then people say I have no problems Problems, problems Thats what I'll call this poem this rap this whatever the hell it is rap, rap, music and more Without music life is a bore bore bore thats what I'm called becasue I'm worldly becasue I read more then "normal" nutsf**ks do? w/e i'm done f**k the world and f**k you to words can't decribe how I feel right now I just wanna shout in some unknown toung all the words are swelling up in my mouth and throat I hate you know cuz I can say it all I can't place the angry feeligns, and nuts I have within me into human, mortal words the feelings are just too strong feelings, feelings thats all I have. Anger, and hate otherwise I'm dead dead, dead, summerland sounds nice I wonder what I'll get as advice once I get there the gods will tell me why I was put on earth this time around and what did I do to deserve the suffering thoguhts and feeling that swell up within me and why can't I decribe them it hurts you know really painful I cry becasue I can't say what I need to say I'm choking on my feelings and on my thoughts right now And there is nothing I can do and no where I can go
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Post by Enchant on Mar 7, 2005 4:23:19 GMT -5
ahhh Theres a bit of the old Soul there.....very deep . As usual you never cease to amaze me...we done...hope to see more.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 7, 2005 16:51:12 GMT -5
Thanks piffy. I have a brand spanking new poem. It is a bitmore morbid than any of my otehr cut poems, but no worries.Please keep in mind that I had only ten minuets today, so thats when I wrote it. I'm giving you the origional so don't judge it too harshly.
Cut
I look at my life And see no point to it I then take the knife And put the blade to my wrist They need me Cut Yet they kill me They beg for my ear Cut Yet will not lend one to me They ask my help Cut Yet do not repay it I have saved two lifes Cut But they don't save mine I recieve no gratitude Cut For my services I get no respect now Cut But they'll respect the dead My arms bleed now Non-stop as I write This is my goodbye So you will understand why I chose this plight The room darkens now So I'll put down my pen I am so tired For the eternal sleep to rest my head
~Alex k~
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Post by Enchant on Mar 7, 2005 18:05:06 GMT -5
You did that is 10 minutes? That is absolutely powerful Trippy....very powerful....Its sad, but there is so much truth behind it, ....I hope you never truely feel that way.....*huggles*...Your poetry is strong mojo, my freind...very strong mojo.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 7, 2005 20:00:24 GMT -5
*huggles back* I have too much to live for to kill myself. I'm not a coward, and if I have a problem I stand up to not, not run...perminatly. Though I must confesst, writing like that is my own form of cutting, I don't do it. The problems the people in my poems have, with their friends and family and such, are actually my problems in reality. I am just 16, so I prolly see my actual problems worse than what they really are, but what teen doesn't right? But I put how I veiw my problems in my poetry, and from that release the anger and stress I wish I could really give off in real life. I have too much controle over my emotions to do anything stupid. But its jsut how I feel.
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Post by Enchant on Mar 7, 2005 23:33:31 GMT -5
You are a very grounded person...I think you are wise beyond your years....I am pleased that it wasn't referring to you....not only does it show your intellegence and ability to make your readers feel what you want them to , it shoes that you indeed have a poets soul. well done again
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