The darkish, quiet, never told poetic words

the coming of age (february 20, 2007)

2007-02-21T02:47:54Z

exercising
the will to be forcible
for you to see me against tides
of unwanted imagery
against unexplained comedy
of you here lying motionless
touching the skin at my back

calculating
the risks already undertaken
from the moment you smelled my hair
till your arms playfully linger on my bare hip
then in unison
looking thru the frosty window
listening to the rain pouring madly at the roof
whispering carelessly to remember
long forgotten memories taken in innocence together

leaving
the bliss left under the sheets
with you holding me closely
against your bare chest
overpowering me with your able shoulders
trapped endlessly
wanting blissfully
to be here forever
without turning back
to our lives lived in secrecy

are you (January 13, 2002)

2007-02-20T01:49:03Z

so are you just gonna stand there
like yesterday
just lingering there feeling today
yielding the night as endlessly as before
without even trying to knock on my door

are you finally aware of me
behind these incessant façade of queries
are you finally gonna stay here
or are you gonna runaway
like everyone …
and their misconception of fairy tales
that ends happily ever after
that starts perfectly forever and ever

are you just gonna fit in there
behind the shadow of the night
beneath the stars of the coming twilight
dreaming of her instead of me tonight

are you just gonna let this be
another escaping melody
another time to say a swift good bye
another moment to take away the realms of the sky
without ever standing beside me in your arms tonight

are you?
will you?

of love and not love (january 21, 2002)

2007-02-12T23:48:53Z

swooning under the carpet
of love and not love
of emotions and none emotions
crashing under the rug of desire
or faltering under the feet of denial

fumbling all over
your heart so full of carelessness
of stepping out or being stepped at
of being conscious or being ridiculous
of love and the so-called love
of you yesterday and of you now
i wonder whom did i loved the most somehow

between love and hatred
of being impassioned or angered
i wonder how i ever made it
in times and in places
between right and wrong
i swoon underneath the mat
of love and not love
of being in love and being in love with you

interlude IX

2007-02-11T23:38:16Z

wondering ... wondering
if you are
as sincere as cheating
as gallant as whining
as kind as lying
as valiant as hiding

wondering ... wondering
if love is
as furious as hatred
as scarlet as death
as fervent as bluntness
as plain as everyday

wondering
wondering

a new sense

2007-02-06T02:29:27Z

a new sense of feeling
a new sense of missing
from impulse to this fleeting feeling
of excitement
of estrangement
to you finally
to you eventually

hopefully
hopefully

a new sense of relief
a new sense of flight
from careless air
to blissful winds
shared together from freshness
to slumber
dreaming of you and i
together
together

hopefully
hopefully

a new sense of feeling
a new sense of being
i had with you
so suddenly
so impulsively
from you
from you all along
now i’m never gonna be on my own
hopefully
eventually

hopefully
hopefully

i said goodbye

2007-02-02T05:20:21Z

moving forth
ahead...
secretly hurting
deep inside
youve let me down
"have the ships been long gone?"

no looking back
just breathing ahead
have you let my hands go?
i cant feel your heart anymore

i am lost
this world is too big without you
ill drown
my heart will succumb
stay for a while
i cant say goodbye

facing ahead
tears against the wind
tomorrows too blinding
all things sinking
slipping
dreaming
away from me
can you stay for a while
until i can say goodbye?

you

2007-01-26T03:45:06Z

butterflies...
in my stomach
endlessly fluttering
i dont know i can feel such thing
with you and your constant invitation
to cascade towards earthly communion

seasons...
bursting in the scene
im not aware of this foreign feeling
bouncing off every walls imaginable
i never knew life could be this conceivable

lingering...
singing while im sleeping
laughing while im screaming
dancing while im spinning
i cant escape it
need to be in this constant state

crazy...
narcotically impossible to achieve
this mindset so high i cant hardly believe
if this is true
if this is you

silent_poems @ 2005-08-15T14:26:00

2005-08-15T18:26:37Z

+A Poetry Rating Community.

-Jazzy

silent_poems @ 2005-08-08T20:56:00

2005-08-09T02:06:05Z

Hi, some of these may be posted in my journal but who cares.

I can't explain what drives me to seclusion
Deprives me of conclusion
What makes me want to scream....
and in the end makes me stronger than i was

that's not my best but it will do for now.

silent_poems @ 2005-08-01T15:04:00

2005-08-01T19:04:45Z

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- A rating community for poets!
- Weekly Prompts!
- Critiques!
- Lots of poetry!

silent_poems @ 2005-07-09T19:33:00

2005-07-09T23:34:05Z

New

2004-11-10T14:28:10Z

It's not one of my best, but it's the last one I wrote.

pain and sorrow compressed as one
fill me and take over
every little word
every sentence
takes control and sends me in a whirl
thoughts of you
from your mouth
fill me
with broken promises

nothing good
anywhere to be seen
no vibe that is happy
no feeling of love
just broken promises
spoken by your mouth
from your heart

i'm filled with broken promises from you
i'm full of your broken promises

poem ....intro

2004-11-05T23:28:55Z

Hello,

I just found this community. I am reposting one of the poems i have on my journal here...i will post some here but the journal will have more. I have put a few up more will come. Here is one of them....thanks

Don’t

Don’t want to wake up
Nothing out there to see
Don’t want to be
Still struggling with myself
Don’t care to impress
Can’t impress with nothing
Don’t want to feel
Ends up being painful
Don’t want to be loud
Just the quietness remains
Don’t want friends
Seen to many empty souls
Don’t want to be noticed
Let me stay in the background
Don’t want your care
You rarely returned it
Don’t want this life
Nothing more than a lie

..............I....................

2004-08-07T12:55:17Z

i wanted to feel the tenderness,theorize the world in my eyes. i wanted to smell the aroma ,present always in my life as happiness,which i never could. I have to be aspirant to persue the world ,but I'm a damsel who is petrified to rebule the past .But i love to philosophize my own world. I deplore my sane but it is present. Yet i want to be delived from sanity . I am dazed but repute that i do have to rouse from this world to a new one . I'm the ruinous of my own world and want one to feel ruthless for me ,not rueful...........not rueful. I ruffled my way by my own and the molestation showed the murk and yet for that i prefer nothing but to squester

written by
Rehmania..........Soul seeker...........

..............I..............

2004-08-07T12:51:00Z

life is going on as it always was...............still pretending to live in this world facing all the brutal realities.............but tired inside..........alot tired..........in this heart ...........tired to say i can but i couldnt ..........tired to do what i never wanted............tired to be what i am now! ........but i am changed ............changed alot in the past few months .........and changes ,changed my life forever......... ..............and i make a lot more matured decisions then before ........... now ........i seek the deepness when i reach there........i learn the possibilities how to be there.............i search in them ........and i read when i reach ...........i never felt serene ...........but i have'nt lost my sensibility ............i feel rueful for myself for roving in the darkness......and .....the secrecy in that darkness made me defective .......and i gave nothing but delusions...............for which i had to defray...........i'm dazed and artless now .........................i could'nt confide............but let me be delived from the reality .................and let me be lost in my sane .........so that i could be ruminative.............and feel the rustle to persue them..................

silent_poems @ 2004-04-25T15:21:00

2004-04-25T12:13:08Z

(I'm not sure about the title yet. Suggestions welcome.)

Borne

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been two days since my last confession
Two days too long.
Has it really been two days since I hurt? two days since I cried?
No. There's another sin, Father. I've lied.
I lie, but to what purpose?
I don't know. I can't remember any more.
Have I lied to you?

No there was no lie. Pain is not confession.
You have hurt, but have not confessed.
What are your sins my child?

Too many to recount, Father.
Or too few.
Is it a sin to be sad?
Or to be happy?
One must be a sin, Father, but I forget which.
Either way I have.

Poor child;
You are not condemned for feelings.
God will not banish you to torment for eternity. Not for that.
He has some mercy.

But, Father, what is pain if not a recognition of sin?

Then tell me your sins, child.

I have lived, Father.

Ah, my child, that is a sin indeed.

wrapped and twisted by BarkingShadow

2004-04-25T10:21:52Z

Harsh words and violent blows
hidden secrets nobody knows
eyes are open, hands are fisted
deep inside i'm wrapped and twisted
so many tricks and so many lies
too many whens and too many whys
nobody's special, nobody's gifted, i'm just me
wrapped and twisted
sleeping awake and choking on a dream
listening loudly to a silent scream
call my mind the number's unlisted
lost in someone so wrapped and twisted
on my knees, alive but dead
look at the invisiable blood i've bleed
i'm not gone, my mind has drifted
don't expect much i'm wrapped and twisted
burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow
today is just yesturday's tomorrow
the sun died out, the ashes shifted
i'm still here wrapped and twisted

Roses inspire me... an odd poem

2004-04-16T21:51:15Z

This poem probably needs a lot of work, but I need to vent some of my romantic, tragic feelings.

Look at the rose
The dark red rose with withering beauty
So elegant and so poised
You'd never know how much she suffers
You'd never see the tears
stream down her stem
You'd never see the blood
that drips from her petals
Ah yes! Cliche at times,
but this rose...
This rose is not a cliche
Her pain is real
Her love was real,
but her thorns hurt no one but herself
And so she suffers
But you wouldn't know
She hides it so well
And in hiding it, hides herself
And though broken and dejected,
that which she hides, is her true beauty
The soul that she hides is truly beautiful
Romantic and tragic, idealistic and visionary
That soul is the victim of the rose's cruel environment
And now look -
the red, red rose withers and becomes
black... blacker..

"Paint me your soul"

2004-04-16T21:29:57Z

Paint me your soul
Let me see the colors of your rainbow
Draw me your heart
Tell me all your feelings

Paint me your soul
with the water color pastels and the thick, vivid paints
as multifaceted as you are

Paint me the black,
the darkness shrouded within
Paint me the grey,
your insecurities and failures

Paint me the red,
dark, wine colored - your passion,
show me what moves you
Paint me the violet-pinks,
your love, your caring -
You never cease to astound me

Paint me the darkest blues
Tell me of your sadness
so that I may take it away

Paint me your soul

My Despair

2004-04-02T14:15:31Z

No one can see me,
No one can hear me,
No one can touch me,
No one can feel me.
.
I cannot breathe
I cannot speak
I cannot think
I cannot feel.
.
They want to hear me
but they cannot listen;
They want to know me,
but they barely see me.
.
My thoughts are a mess
My eyes are clouded
My heart is chaos,
My soul turns black.
.
Inner feelings taunt me
Inner thoughts tear me down
Inner demons haunt me
Inner child wears a frown.
.
Demons, Devils, Angel's wings,
no one will ever hear me scream
my pain my torment nothing more
my mind far away, peaceful Italian shores..
Bring me love, Bring me peace..
.
These thoughts are not mine
they say death is sublime
Bleeding slowly, breathing fast
Heart beating, not long to last.
.
They cannot reach me deep inside
deep inside I do hide
I will lurk within my soul
This darkness is getting out of control.

Nightmare Rose

2004-02-27T13:26:58Z

I wrote a song....

http://www.livejournal.com/users/joenanna/5663.html

silent_poems @ 2004-02-24T23:29:00

2004-02-24T23:35:01Z

two poems

breathing becomes difficult
sight becomes painful
looking back is not an option
looking ahead is impossible
concentration is forgotten
memories are a current
repeating again
mind so confused
seeing is remembering
boredom taking over
denial is life
unknown thoughts and sights
lost in darkness of light and day
watching from a corner
waiting for something
so different from you
so different from me
watching the day
waiting for light
watching the night
waiting to die
knowing the end
so slow it comes
knowing i wont make it
waiting to die

the terror to move
to blink to see
it haunts my every day
these dreams
these nightmares
they follow me around
from day to night
from home to school
memories are scars
yet blood drips from the wounds
the open flesh stinging
silence that follows
quickens my pace
and i turn to look behind
screams and whispers
shock and tears
open my eyes with fright
reality resumes
but im lost in the dooms
the sorrow and regret
which fills my life

Newbie

2004-02-16T16:40:00Z

*waves nervously* hey all, I'm new to the community, but a long time writer. I've wrote my first poem in 7th grade and haven't stopped since (I'm in 10th now). I'm 15 and live in Tennessee, my friends call me Jo... I've got many poems but I don't know which to post here, so I'll just do a poem of my name (I'm very fond of those)....

Jaded eyes scan the mirror in disgust
Obsessing over minor flaws
Empty regrets shine within the jade
Nothing could force forgetfullness
Acid tears begin to form, as the memories return
Naivete in youth forshadows disaster
Numbness consumes the brain as the body lies nude
And Jaded eyes blink away virginity

Some old work of mine

2004-01-20T17:45:08Z

This was a class assignment last year...well the form was anyway. Other than that we had no restrictions...

Courting Shadows

The Dreams which have no moral flock round one who
Swallows precious stones. They force his jaws and fill
Him with dull granite pebbles, thieving his few
Polished gems -- imitating an exchange. Still
Glamoured glass will pass for rock. Untruths chained through
The weavings of secrets, formed inside a quill,
Resound in hollow echoes -- deemed ephemeral
Yet fade not, but form mirages that shimmer ill.

For he eats them all, not stopping to inspect
The texture of the splinters purging from the
Pen. He's lost inside facets, hoping to reflect
More than greed in his shining eyes. His entry
Into dimness begun, he cannot recollect
The reason for beauty's faux gleam, cannot free
Himself from the all-consuming lust that lit
His irises with a fiery glow. Forfeit

To his unmastered longing, he swallows each
Piece of costume jewelry as they press it to
His lips. He could cough up pearls. Attempts at speech
Suppress his gag reflex forcing strings of new
Impossibilities down his throat. The breech
Between his teeth grows wider as glass of blue-
White floods inside, suffocating lights too dim
To see the real. And so the shadows claim him.

Empathy

She’s curled up on the bathroom floor
Wedged between the toilet and the tub
Lightly tracing over faded lines with a stolen kitchen knife
Searching for her tears
Somewhere under scar tissue and broken dreams
The sharp edges cut her mind into shattered thoughts

They found her covered in her own vomit
Retching tears

They sewed her up in patchwork
And tried to mend her mind
But they couldn’t figure out how to put the pain back together
Slivers got lost inside her
Pierced muscles, cracked bones, severed nerves
And her tears evaporated under the bright lights of the operating table

They said she was as good as new
No tears

She’s lost inside her fractured mind
Wedged between the toilet and the sink
Deftly ripping out the seams they left loose at the ends
Since they stole her tears
She's replaced them with the kitchen knife
And continues to retrace the memory of feeling

Occasionally a splinter of pain will surface
But she still can't find her tears

silent_poems @ 2004-01-14T20:52:00

2004-01-14T17:47:34Z

I woke up this morning inside your eyes
Left the world to be broken by it's lies
Here I'll curl up, content and depressed
Touching only part of you, leaving all the rest

hand extended to hold onto these times
keep them safe 'til we're past the shy's

it could be all or nothing
if we're not aware
might be worth something
if we choose to care

the view from inside your eyes...

amazing as white cherries will arise...

see the real figment of these times...

when I cried from inside your eyes...

Tomorrow I'll wake up seeing through my eyes
But able to seperate your truth and these lies
~Eyes, MTH 14.1.04