POETRY With Mia Isabella - Share Yours

[BLKGSXR]

Double time:
Invisible


The city has two faces,
it has too many phases,
I found myself flipping through pages
from days of my life,
all alone, at a desk by a light.

People keep swarmin by him
no one looks back for a quick glimpse,
looks like they're ignoring some simp
who is standing in the street,
it's not surprising me.

During the daytime,
-or maybe during another lifetime,
He'd send his mother a lifeline saying, "Hey, mother I'm fine,
but the people on the street, it seems like they can't see me."

I think that I might just be-(invisible)
-

The city has two faces
shit, it has so many phases
I found myself ripping through pages
of days of my life
I detest the tests of life.

So I closed my heartbreak,
and I even turned the page on heartache
stopped looking through keepsakes
for something inbetween, for something I just can't see.

That's because it's not right-there anymore
it's become invisible.
That's because there is nothing there, like before

so I am ( __________ )

[Alyssa87]

^^
"all alone, at a desk by a light."

i really love that line.

i like poetry like this.
quiet angst. well done.

[MiaIsabella1985]

I am just so impressed with everyones writing and thoughts being shared. Every style is unique and every idea it seems is a longing for something each person desires - and as Alyssa stated - quiet angst.

Please keep sharing everyone

[JustMeHere]

I'm loving this thread. Keep 'em coming.

Here's my contribution:
(I actually scribbled it down last night at work. Keep in mind, I'm no poet. I don't know what I'd do if I were to ever try and just write a poem, I think I'd hate it. But I do play piano and love to write lyrics .. I know, I know, 6-in-1 ..., I just understand the process better as lyrics, then I don't worry about making it so pertinent or comprehensive.)

-Sweet Simplicity-

We count our close calls
When we're counting our days.
Hit or miss, up or down,
We're the same anyway.

And the stars poke, one by one,
Through the darkening blue
As we talk of shaking off the moss
That's grown on me and you.


Yesterday was something,
But it's only a dream.
It's a sin that we're in
The rushing of the stream.

So pass another beer
and take in the day's end.
Let's pretend that, once again,
Sweet Simplicity's our friend.

Sweet Simplicity, the taste deceives my tongue
Like the smell of new-grown lilacs sitting in the sun.
I feel you, and I need you, and I hate you just the same.
Sweet Simplicity,
I guess it's all said in your name.


I could see us right now
as we sit here on your stairs.
Laughing out loud; talking about
this feeling hanging in the air.

Like the numbers of the stars tonight
I guess we're growing too.
And, like them, I think we can
Shine a light on through.

Sweet Simplicity, the taste deceives my tongue
Like the smell of new-grown lilacs sitting in the sun.
I feel you, and I need you, and I hate you just the same.
Sweet Simplicity,
I guess it's all said in your name.

Sweet Simplicity, you're written on my soul
I could hold you in my arms and know you cannot make me whole.
You're a comfort, and a poison, and you're keeping me the same.
Sweet Simplicity,
I guess it's all said in your name.

[Alyssa87]

^^^That supposed sweet simplicity. Aint it a bitch?
i really like this.

it reminds me a bit of this piece..
(in that i reject 'simplicity' as it were)

2 Much 4 Myself
Possibly defected-
My subconscious has been detected.
Tapping into the truth- coated in good intentions
Lead to liberation and more love than I could mention.
But innate wishes for ignorance seem to sometimes arise.
To perhaps solely see color in my eyes.
And not the clear view through my shattered window
Leading to the depths of the previously unknown
Where reality sets in and festers.
Every single shortcoming shown.

The true grasp on wisdom I often allude to,
The self-mastery I often boast,
Is good for poetry and conversation
But often unhealthily keep my mind engrossed.
The peace of mind I continue to wish for
After many years of prayer
Is more complicated than anticipated.
To which I was totally unaware.
The blessing-slash-curses we often hear about
Um yea. Hi. That's me!
That's my scenario. My state of consciousness
The centered/conflicted soul I've come to be.

But I've been let in on a virtue worth sharing.
'Were frightened not by our darkness, but our light'.
Perhaps this seemingly burdensome compulsion
Will prove essential to a global shift i'll incite!
This conscious mind of mine will undoubtedly aid me.
My peace- unshakable, still and serene.
I am indeed powerful beyond measure.
But not without trials by any means.

[JustMeHere]

^^^ Nice! I wish I could express myself like that, you grabbed a lot of my thoughts in that one.

[Alyssa87]

^^^ Nice! I wish I could express myself like that, you grabbed a lot of my thoughts in that one.

strangely enough, i thought i might

Thanks mister. I'm glad i picked a good one for you : )

[T-girl hound]

its some terrific writing here

[transmaven]

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

[JustMeHere]

This one's kinda on the same page:

-The Floodgates-

Oh, the way they look
will always get me.
I'm such a young thing but I know the game.
Such empty glances,
with empty grins.
There are times I wonder if the molds don't change.

Pursed my lips always seem to be,
To keep the thoughts behind my eyes.
Seems to me that there's no good could come
If the floodgates open and I let the waters rise.

Bite my tongue, bite my tongue, bite my tongue and wear a smile.

So it goes,
as I feign interest
Same old song and dance and way of life.
Hold garments, and Holy sit-coms
bring a sacrifice of "la-de-da" each night.

Spoon-fed culture almost makes me laugh
Telling me they know my mind.
Semms to me there's no good could ever come
If the floodgates open and I let the waters rise.

Bite my tongue, bite my tongue, bite my tongue and wear a smile.