The Poetry Review

poetryreview @ 2006-10-10T06:07:00

2006-10-10T05:07:49Z

please, comment on my work found at this lj,

some of my work is about the special girl in my life who i lost 9 months ago, or older work targeted at others. Alot of people say its great, touching and deep thinking work.

just please... comment

Sammi: Cephalically Hyperbolic destroyer of homogeneously-structured worlds.

2006-05-21T18:01:58Z

ordinarily, i would declare that a contradictory statement.
the fabulist isn't, at all, what you perceive her to be.
beauty is defined by in and exterior.
but on the inside of the left-lying-alone leach,
scars of scattered, rapidly progressing thoughts swarm.
her walls have the imprints of the dicks that destroyed her.
all that is left and hasn't yet lingered,
is that deceptive blow delivered in the form of a finger.
a shame.
her decomposition had to be completed by absolute strangers.

New

2006-04-25T21:00:17Z

the hard way
Who can say where the memories run to,
or what was meant to last and for how long?
It seems like the more we want the less we get,
and we're left standing with half.
It's a world of mind games and playing with hearts,
that breaks each man down to his core,
weeping and begging for it to stop.
But I say bring on your pain, your agony and abuse,
'cause it has yet to kill me and when I look back at what I've learned..
it's the scars and the tears that teach me the most.
the smiles and laughter make it all worth it in the end,
but i would be no one and would have learned nothing..
if my wounds had never bled.
-dLw

chaotic passion
words cant fathom how many
emotions are tearing through my body
the ambivalence of.. love fighting
desperately to overcome the pain

but the match has been struck
to torch the house of love
and a candle stands alone
through the onslaught of rage

that candle defines me
sitting on a pedastool
just waiting to be ignited
by the heat of your flame

and the wax that is now resting,
hardened along a path down my body
waiting for the lick of the flame to melt it
down.. hesitantly dripping itself away from you

because it hurts and burns with a touch
but it feels so good to know that
your flame burns for this candle
when it stands so alone

and when the wind whips through
and douses the flame bouncing
heavily upon the wick of passion
my touch will burn more than cold
-dLw

the sounds of death await you
the mumble of a petty dispute,
the adrenaline pumping,
the words screamed in rage,
the hasty act of passion..

that took a life.

the click of a cocked gun,
the bang of a released bullet,
the ping of a shell hitting the ground,
the deafening silence that follows..

as you watch her die.

the last gasp for breath,
the clutching of her chest,
the buckling of her knees,
the thud of her body hitting the floor..

as you drop the gun.

the taste of her lips,
the sparkle in her eyes,
the curve of her hips,
the strength in her thighs...

now haunt your dreams.
-dLw

-holds breath- here goes nothing.

poetryreview @ 2005-08-22T12:53:00

2005-08-22T16:53:32Z

and less of that which we find those
and from the steaming eyes we forgot
when we follow what we hope
then gathering our failures
and resting on that which is not
falling to the ground
surrounded by what we hear around
and nothing but cowardness
figures on the wall in darkness
closed
shadows irregular in formative shape
with doors unopened and the shut of drapes

poetryreview @ 2005-07-14T23:32:00

2005-07-15T03:32:31Z

walking past the monoliths that cast a shadow
wrapped within a dream created under a blackened sun
monuments born of a broken land
taken back to where it all began
silent I stand upon these shores again
each obsidian giant faces
the firey red of the dusk
some shade their eyes
others hold what were weapons
now nothing but rust
as I wander passed each frozen figure
formless whispers find their way to my ears
each sturdy form exemplifies
a testament toward degredation or betterment
all shed bitter tears
even statues weep for the forgotten years
they speak to me
every hushed word carried by the wind
intones the wearyness of a battered remnant
all were conscious once but they lost their reason
now they cannot believe and remain the forgotton legion
the keepers of wisdom
in time I will return to this land of waste
to bring that wisdom to this place
so that maybe I can bring a name
to all these faceless wastes of space

Lyrics to a song that does not exist yet

2005-07-09T02:03:19Z

Four walls closing all around here
Breathless, restless, terrified
Can't see out, can't feel in the real of time
No escape from the inside,
I scream for help, it's quiet still
I break the walls to no avail
I still can't face this cold enclosure
My darkest fears know that I'll fail,
And I am trapped, I'm lost forever
Drenched with ice and shaking so
And she just watches, cool impassive,
Breathes the deadly music's flow.

And she danced to the rhythm of my deepest secrets
Danced to the music of my darkest fears
Danced with a smile insane and lovely
Danced while she saw me dying here.

Endless falling into blackness
There's no place for me to land
No edge, no top, no ending of this
hole from hell so darkly damned,
I cannot touch, I cannot feel
I cannot reach security
No light to show me hope or glory
Just visions of insanity,
And I am dropping deeper always
I forget the way to home
My deepest secret in the chasm
Forever now I'm so alone...

Touch this, my mind, her soul, this life
Taste this, my hell, her joyous dance
Love this, my death, her drug of always
Read my mind and I've no chance
Deadly poisons, deadly dance.

Voices echo through the hallway
Cannot hear a word they say
My question met with cold refusal
Soft psychosis here to stay,
I shout for reason, run and hide
I see salvation, cannot call
Madness speaks a million visions
and I see, I feel them all,
And I am crying to their rhythm
The beat awry, alive, askance
And I am joining in the music
I am joining in the dance.

And she danced to the rhythm of my deepest secrets
Danced to the music of my darkest fears
Danced with a smile insane and lovely
Danced while she saw me dying here.

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2005-07-07T21:02:45Z

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Understanding Nothing

2005-06-29T12:13:36Z

Understanding everything you say,
listening but not caring.
Your pessimism saved for my brighter days,
you spite me just for my daring.

Love life all but drowned,
your debauchery long in preparing.
For once in my life, happiness I found,
I was damned from the start for caring.

poetryreview @ 2005-06-21T16:09:00

2005-06-21T20:09:25Z

My Fiance Brian Wrote this One...

I just want to see what everyone thinks of it...

The judgment is coming,
Where all will stand before the trials of their God,
To be separated into positions they're called,
To see whose the greater among men,
All the sinners that have never sinned,
In the name of their faiths,
Conveniently placed on the shoulders of the scared,
Afraid of the ends to their mean,
Which savior is truly saved,
Who is equal among the rest,
Created in the image of the best,
Religion where others are a sin,
Idolatry to it's Christian men,
Holding a cross and casting a stone,
Into the lives of their inferiors,
Where equals become superior,
Where salvation is replaced by prejudice,
I stop in their tracks and ask no favors,
Except to stand in the middle of sinners and saviors.

poetryreview @ 2005-06-21T11:32:00

2005-06-21T15:32:50Z

Let other beauties have the power
To make one lovesick for an hour,
Perhaps for a whole day or two,
But so to captivate a heart
That it shall never part:
Only that power remains in you.
Let other beauties have the skill
By tempering smiles some fears to kill
And by degrees a heart undo.
But with a sweet yet tyrant eye
At once to bid one look and die:
None has that art but only you.
Fair wonder, to those flaming eyes
A heart I fain would sacrifice
If I had ever a one in store,
But having lost mine long before,
Well may I sigh, wish and adore,
But for my life can die no more

New

2005-06-19T07:21:03Z

~The Rhyme in The Riddle~
Darkness falls on the global mass
The black and white begin to dim
Kings and Queens have power no more
And the castle is appearing grim

The court is completely cleared
The clergyman have no one to prey
And the knights rest their steeds
Because, Chess is over for the day

~Setting In~
And less of that which we find those
and from the steaming eyes we forgot
when we follow what we hope
then gathering our failures
and resting on that which is not
falling to the ground
surrounded by what we hear around
and nothing but cowardness
figures on the wall in darkness
closed
shadows irregular in formative shape
with doors unopened and the shut of drapes

~Neverland~
So once upon a time,
About neverwhen ago,
In neverland by neverwhere where neverrivers flo,
Where neverword is rhyme,
Kids neverever grow,
And neverday joins nevernight in neverending glow,
There lived a little girl,
Who loved a little boy,
He promised her a pearl,
She promised him a toy.

The years have passed,
So many years,
And years, and years, and more,
The boy has stayed in neverland,
The girl has gone ashore.

And night is day,
And day is night,
And night is chasing day,
The boy has stayed in neverland,
The girl has gone away.

And weeds have grown
In flower beds,
And weeds and weeds galore,
The boy has stayed in neverland,
The girl is here no more.

Dear gentle boy,
In worlds so wide,
In worlds and worlds so rich,
Away you’re gone,
So out of word,
So out of missive reach,
Away so far,
This frightened little girl,
Awaits, awaits,
Your silver little pearl,
My hair so long,
And long and long my wait,
And in my hand
I hold the toy,
The promise long of date.

The years have passed,
So many years,
And years and years and more,
Please blow a bubble
Ball of soap,
And send it to my shore,
And night is day,
And day is night,
And night is closing day,
And fill it with
Your rainbow’s kiss,
And send it here away,
And weeds have grown
In flower beds,
And weeds and weeds galore,
You took my heart,
Two hearts you have,
I have a heart no more.

So once upon a time,
About neverwhen ago,
In neverland by neverwhere where neverrivers flow,
Where neverword is rhyme,
Kids neverever grow,
And neverday joins nevernight in neverending glow,
A woman no longer girl,
Returns to find a boy,
She reaches for the pearl,
He reaches for the toy,
And with a final sigh,
His grizzly head asleep,
Forever in her lap,
The toy in mighty grip.

Oh tender boy,
Forever you are gone,
The pearl you granted me,
To hold it here alone,
And grow into the world,
You gave me life and power,
Dear boy, you are the seed,
And I, the pretty flower.

New

2005-01-20T06:21:50Z

I really have no idea if these are good or bad, I've never showed them or really considered showing them to anyone (they are my diary of sorts). I write all the time, and they have been helping me sort through a lot of things that happened in the fall. most ofthem aren't actually this dark or about drugs, thse just happen to be some of my favorites (maybe for emotional reasons).. I was thinking about submitting some to a literary magazine, just to see what the feedback would be, but I think this is better because it's more anonymous, so if these are bad you don't actually have a face to put with the botched words..

#1)Tiger
We are together again
bonded in
ill-lit sweat & nails
music slides through our bones
your breath comes
out like dying animals,
black eyes smiling
because we are
entwined in violence
and broken skin.
At last
our lashes melt away
together we drip
down the star-stained
street,
roars dissolving
to silent red glare
in the dawning light.

2) Fairies on Colfax
The girls are dancing
in white dust desperation
every vein full of hot lead,
spiraling downward
to bare feet on splintered wood
White eyed, wide mouthed
they fly with running noses
through air rife with powdered glass,
their shadows curling across creaking floorboards
full of manic grace
their fairy halos
formed from faded mist
and amber streetlight

3)Showdown at midnight

Kneeling to a neon-lighted
siren song
of dawnless nights, I
succumb to seduction
and destruction chemically,
feeding demons
in blurry back seats
until my lungs heave blood
and I perceive
my heartbeats to be fading,
aware of me ceasing to be
as beneath my bruised sternum
they cease to beat,
drowned in a yawning sleaze
of roaring red cars and
electric guitars/
My naked flesh is
unfeeling even as
the six-shot cold steel
shoved between my teeth;
I have faded to sick sterile
white in the lunar
light
because tonight
the nightmares come
measured in smoke
or on mirrors

reality is leaving me
whispering
your deathknell
from lips bloody
as the cavities
that start in your
titanium
heart
and seep through
to the freshly sinned,
frosty skin
of he who lays mechanically
hollow
and smirking under summer stars

then halogen-lit vision dims,
for now
I take my final bow:
dizzy on knees deep in darkness
breaking before
the red harvest moon
prostrate because I can
no longer stand

Poetry Review was ranked #2 in poetry related LJ communities by the WebZero3 Awards

2005-01-12T21:58:50Z

Congrats!

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poetryreview @ 2004-05-20T10:18:00

2004-05-20T07:18:41Z

Yeah, hi, I posted around 2 weeks ago (at least) and I've only recieved One vote... I'd appreciate a couple more... thanks

Stamped

2004-05-17T15:54:52Z

I'm trying to keep this community alive here.. kind of.. sort of. I guess the only way to do that is to keep posting more poetry. Wahoo!

The Camera Man and His Love Affair

It is known that clockwork can and will tick fowards or backwards
To either confuse the mind or
Set the wrinkles deeper
Though a passing second may dim the edges and
Splinter greasy relics
But a moment lost cannot congeal and cling
As if to mute the patterns upon the paper

The dust comes with the territory
Like a parisite, it will clutch to keepsakes misplaced or
Misinterpreted
Such as the dirty little photograph
When souls were captured in the midst of squalor
Yet everybody smiled

Teeth were bared while rotting in gums
After tongues were bitten in awe of
A moment to preserve in time
Mouths grinned naked, barren
Living legends of dirt and honor
But they presented themselves to the lenses
And though their faces were stained
The flash bleached their imperfections

Today the grime can still be felt
Through the perforations in the folded cardboard
The blood, the mess, and the mud
Warped with age, lying statically as a backdrop
Holding dearly and closely to the three women
Aware but momentarily apathetic
To everyone but
The camera man

enjoy.

newbie

2004-05-11T09:00:18Z

hi guys. my name's meghan and i'm 18. i've been writing for as long as i remember... so here goes with the poems...
thanks for your help.

first:

i walk around
lonely and
dull eyes cry
while they play catch
with my soul
they drop it
embarrassed
both of us
apologetic
me too
ohdon'tworry
i say all one word
its not mine
i don't even like it

second:

when inebriated
i talk about pretense
and passion
and words
and i lament that my
stomach folds over
and my arms will never be as thin as --
and its like the bitterness of
the Bacardi strips away a
layer of skin leaving me
red raw bleeding
beautiful
i speak and my words
jab the air, sharp swords of
blurred originality,
angst and uncertainty,
and i am happy
to be raw, waxed and stinging
but it hurts to know myself,
and to know that when i awake,
mouth dry, limbs sobered by
embarrassment and perhaps regret,
i will cry again because
my skin is back, thick cloaks of
secrecy and insecurity, suffocating
and the clouds are so heavy,
but my body still sinks down --

and finally:

christmas came and went
and filaments of purity were
hard to find that day, so the tree
shed pine needles
green sprigs lay amputated and fragrant upon a floor
littered with joy and other grievances.

Stamped

2004-05-10T19:30:06Z

Of ashtrays and
Silverware
Shifted twenty degrees between
Palm and
Wrist
Lining contours
And stroking little
Ornaments had she
Only kissed

Him
When the static
Folds patterned
Hearts upon the
Screen
Romancing in
Circles
Within her upside
Down routine

Among song birds and
Love birds lies
Interstellar dis -
array
Provocative yet her
Passion
Some undefinable
Social cliche

community or not?

2004-05-03T13:35:43Z

It has been two weeks since i posted three poems in this community, and i have received only two comments, both of which i am grateful for.

However, i was under the impression that this is a poetry rating community with a stamping system. It is impossible to foster a sense of community when members are shut out of the entire process until they are "stamped," and then not stamp any new members for weeks on end. It is impossible to be rated when there are so few active raters. It is a vicious cycle.

I am not stamped yet, so i am breaking the rules by posting this at all, but this is something that seriously needs to be addressed if this community is going to thrive.

I think the rules need to be rethought and revamped if poetryreview is expected to survive.

Second try

2004-04-30T10:02:55Z

Stable and Still

I want to dig
With my hands
Here in the dirt
Searching for the unknown
With damp earth
Catching underneath my fingernails
Embedded in the valleys of my fingerprints
I want to crawl
On all fours
Here upon the ground
Feel the spinning earth stable and still
Beneath me
And dirtying my knees
Through the holes in my jeans
I want to seep
Into the soil
Like freshly fallen rain
On hazy summer mornings
Forgetful of time
And content with just being

All we do is…

So maybe I’ll scream
Maybe I’ll shriek and the sound will resonate
Bouncing off the walls and echoing in your ears
A hundred thousand times
Maybe then you’ll hear me
Maybe then you’ll get it.

I whisper
Close to your ear
My voice fluttering like soft wings
Uttering nothings and somethings and things
And hearing me,
You’ll turn
Stare into my eyes
Look straight through me
Screwing the person
Who longs to make love to you

So maybe I’ll scream
A violent trill
That will rip you apart inside
Every note ringing my name
Maybe then you’ll hear me
Maybe then you’ll get it.

But then, maybe you wont.

If I didn’t tell you, would you know it was you that you were seeing?

Your words are painted to be lovely
But they lack the compassion
They will never be art.

You touch everything
But you feel nothing
You will never have passion

You are full with everything
But you’re forever hollow
You will never know life

Your actions are well acted
Predictable pretences of affection, emotion, attention
But they will never hold meaning.

You will never live in this life
You will never truly return love offered
You will never be all you think you are
Because you simply
Do not exist.

This time, instead of just saying "No" if you dont like them, could I get a little Feedback? That's what you claimed this community was for, so I'd really appreciate some if you see it fit to give any. However, if you liked these, more of my stuff can be found in my journal- StormyViolet.

NEW

2004-04-29T17:52:40Z

Noetic

Everything seems so cold
So dark and unclean
So ugly, imperfect.
Everything seems such a mess
(and I can’t seem to get away).
I want this to stop
I want this to stop
I want this to stop
Just leave me alone
and let me be.
There’s nothing you can do that can set me free.
No God, no drug, no corpse to ride
No awe, just insecurity
and a lacking in ability
please just go
just leave me alone
or hold me close
(whichever you pick).
I just don’t want to feel
I just don’t want to feel
I just don’t want to feel this way
anymore.
So hold me close
(or set me free)
but please, just make it
permanent.

The Problem with Newtonian Physics

Maybe we're all just one big moment
one big maw of raw potential and endless probabilities
piercing the eyelids and heading straight towards the cerebral cortex
in hopes of finding something down there in the dark dank basement of the psyche
yeah...that must be it
something, somewhere --I can feel it in my quarks
its that shudder/goose bump thing you do when the toes curl up
and you howl at the moon like a dog
and maybe this time, time isn't the answer
for we both know that time never resolved any disassociative train of thought
and time never made anything better
especially not for us
from mechanics to fractals, from ice cream to god
where the blind passion can both kill and conceive in a single brush stroke of the young artists hands
emerging, submerging, illusively still
just one moment where I can love you, undress you, hold you, make you mine
just one second where we can transcend this skin and become one with the skies
just one moment where we can be for now, and then, and ever still
just one second please.

Tragic Hero (closing act)

Star crossed lovers, end of scene
foolish boy, those snakes deceive
lick me up then push me down
neon thrust against the ground
I’m the slut and you’re the whore
your legs are like revolving doors
half-wit fuck you scream/collide
just wait until you’ve been inside
hate me, take me, Lysol can
live inside me, make me man
feel the tension break the chord
your legs are like the written word
senseless space, no given name
neither sacred nor profane
to want, to have, is not my wish
just fade away, you don’t exist.

Black Motion

2004-04-28T03:55:37Z

Dark entwines of perputual hate
Burning, decieveing this passionate hate
Like snake writhing inside, consuming thought
Burning touch my hands they wrought
Your neck feels soft under my iron like grip
As I twist it breaks, you fall, limp

I laugh at your defective whimper
The grimace of pain that lines your lips
The dark embrace of the shadows you wear
As my thoughts descend quicker, I turn to dispair

'Ha' it screams from the depths of my thought
'What you do now young Kin, your pray you've fought,
You've wrenched them to the ground
Dissapated their life. What say thou now!'
The words pierce like knife

My fingers touch the neck thats limp
Touching the softness, the gentle tint
Of red that spreads below his skin
I crouch beside
My fangs dig in

I taste the nectar of red divine
Swill it around inside my mouth
Feel the passion of rage inside
I scream out aloud
I close my eyes
The anger burns hot under my skin
As I look the sky
The moonlight dim
The shadows pass by
Skitting by
Dancing
My body erupts
Energy pours
The sky fills with outrageous roar
My body lifts
Oh the air

I can feel the touch of night on me
Feel it explode all around of me
Touch the sky with my hard claws
Feel the heartbeat touch on me
Feel the strangers pass me by
Alone, in the dark
This night is prime

Unsuspecting alone
We wait
Hearts beating
Alone at gates
Memory lost
No reason to care
Step in these shadows if you dare
Feel my claws spread all over you
Feel my touch graze over you
Feel the scream that won't let go
From your mouth not mine
I won't let go
We are in
Black Motion

NEW

2004-04-27T11:11:03Z

Weird
Weird is a complement so dont try to hurt me,
By calling me Weird.
Weird is an understatement of a wonderfull thing,
Earned from the hard work it takes,
to not be assosiated with normal.
If i had an investment of Weird Id by up normal,
So it could be easyer to Weird.
Cause I'm Weird
Wierd Dosnt follow rules not in sosiaty not in grammer
I before E except after C but not me I'm,
WEIRD

Stamped(e)

2004-04-26T16:10:55Z

I'll have everyone's new posts stamped/rejected by this weekend.
Sorry about the lull, there are a lot of reasons for it but it'll suffice to say I'm back and I'll be stamping ASAP.

Soon we'll have enough critics that these times where I can't find the time to go through everyone won't be so detrimental as it was these past few weeks.

NEW.

2004-04-26T09:09:24Z

i never had an ego until i fell in love

we are a masterpiece:

listen to the sound of our kiss after kiss.
an orchestra of lips, tongues, and flesh.
composing symphonies so sweet
so effortless
we could make beethoven jealous.

could he be tossing and turning in his grave?
envying our every note,
the pitch,
the rhythm,
the tone.

a love story so pure
so natural
romeo and juliet are having a retirement party,
and shakespeare is tempted to ascend from the soil
just to get our autographs.

--

the clouds won today, the wrestling match with the sun

i can't help but wonder
if the raindrops sliding down my glasses
that i wipe off with my t-shirt to see everything clearer
are the same ones that soaked my pigtails
and dripped down my reversible rain coat.

i can't help but wonder
if the puddles i avoided in the parking lot today
are the same ones i leapt into
using every ounce of my forty-nine pound body
dirtying the whites of my kids' size eleven saddle shoes.

i can't help but wonder
if the rain i forced off my windshield so violently
with my wipers on maximum speed
were the same droplets i watched dancing slowly down the window
as my mom drove me to school.

i can't help but wonder
if the worms that came out to play this morning
that i crushed without mercy using my women's size eight boots
are the same creatures i rescued
and collected in my lunch box during recess.

all on my first day of kindergarten.

--

the perfect storm

my soul and yours
skipping hand in hand
along the beaches of our skin.
slow dancing to the rhythm
of our heart beats.

my soul and yours
skinny dipping in the ocean of blankets.
thrown about violently
by the waves of our emotions.
crashing
into the shores of our mouths.

my soul and yours
watch the clouds in our eyes
the lightening of our smiles
hear the thunder of our bodies.

my soul and yours
caught in the storm of feelings
tasting the wind of our breath
soaked by the raindrops of our tears
and splashing in the puddles of our sweat.

Stamped? (if I am not tell me)

2004-04-25T22:00:52Z

Hi everyone, its about that time that I am submitting my final portfolio for my poetry class and wanted to get some feedback on a couple of the poems. Please leave comment, (criticism preferred) but heck, I love having my ego boosted too. Peace

Return to the Garden

The great tower still stood
but it was different this time
as if the whole world shrank.

Going farther I feel the crunch
like I had for so many years
changing to relief
stepping onto the original soil
from which my roots developed.

I know why I am here,
reminiscence is not it
I have a purpose.
My memories try to divert me,
crowding my mind,
with thoughts of my youth.

I approach the teacher,
oddly the same after 15 years
just more worn by time.
It's the end of the day
pickup time for Ari.
A lifetime of potential,
who begins to blossom.

The concrete steps are still there,
bikes, sand toys, water fountain.
A wooden staircase, purveyor
of hours of amusement.

We leave this place of dreams,
of memories, stopping for one second,
Never forgetting to check
for the watermelon beneath the steps

Your Second Heart

Burned into your chest,
red and black, a white whisp
it brewed such jealousy,
only in my mind.

What did he do, to merit
something so permanent.
self mutilation-
damaging G-d's gift.

We lay together,
holding tight; he is still there
in your heart, in my mind.
I may forget you,
You will never forget him.