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    a poem on the underground wall

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2010.05.13 at 23:21
    A Poem on the Underground Wall
    --Simon and Garfunkel

    The last train is nearly due,
    The underground is closing soon,
    And in the dark deserted station,
    Restless in anticipation,
    A man waits in the shadows.

    His restless eyes leap and scratch,
    At all that they can touch or catch,
    And hidden deep within his pocket,
    Safe within its silent socket,
    He holds a colored crayon.

    Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
    The carriage rides to meet the groom,
    And opens wide and welcome doors,
    But he hesitates, then withdraws
    Deeper in the shadows.

    And the train is gone suddenly
    On wheels clicking silently
    Like a gently tapping litany,
    And he holds his crayon rosary
    Tighter in his hand.

    Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
    The crayon on the wall he slashes,
    Deep upon the advertising,
    A single worded poem comprised
    Of four letters.

    And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
    The poem across the tracks rebounding
    Shadowed by the exit light
    His legs take their ascending flight
    To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

    FAIL

    *pokes at dead community*

    Posted by astrokender on 2009.11.04 at 17:17
    Heh. It's not like I've really been writing, which doesn't help. But I did get a tiny spark of inspiration traveling down the highway last week, and this little poem/song snippet stemmed from that. Hopefully some more inspiration will float my way (and I'll have a pen and paper handy, instead of writing this on the edge of a receipt. e_e).







    There's a pillow lying on the highway;
    I wonder if I should pull over and rest my head?
    Watch the feathers fly, as the cars pass by;
    Maybe this is what it feels like to be dead?

    face

    Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn on the Light?

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2009.06.29 at 01:01
    Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?

    There is so much more to admit in the darkness.
    Tongue gliding along the pit of silence, reaching out
    to sleep...then the wind touches

    the window and scraps of sound dryly rattle in
    the heavy and uncertain peace of night.
    We all hate the feeling of

    invasion - breaking down the confidence gathered
    throughout the day. Something stirs in the room, in
    your thoughts - a low hum

    or murmur. But pass it off as nothing, as everything,
    as something, but anything that could happen to anyone.
    There's a point when you

    have to believe that there's something wrong or not.
    There's a time when that intimacy with shadows (either
    as a shield or as nakedness)

    will be enough for you or not. Is there truth in the bed
    next to yours? Is there something that should be seen
    and felt; a risk worth turning on the lights?

    Will there be anything there at all?
    _______

    It's been so long since someone posted here, I thought I would :)
    This is from a new focus I'm trying with the exploration of urban legends/horror films.


    endless light

    That Sweet Sound

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2008.05.08 at 23:44
    Okay, so this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing tonight. I'm supposed to be writing a poem for my story. But I needed to remember what my poetry sounded like (really, I was hoping to find one of my old ones I could doctor), so I've been poking around though old stuff and I found this. I wrote it for my seester a long, long time ago. ♥

    That Sweet Sound

    your song was always summertime --
    those crystal days when the sky
    was as blue as the grass was green.
    the air was sweet with lawn-scent
    and the flavor of hot pavement as our skates
    burst the tar bubbles beneath us.
    the breeze was always so cool
    on our faces and through our hair -- both kissed
    with the sun's copper glow.

    the trees were green a shady
    dappling the sidewalk with shadows.
    we nibbled penny candy, listening
    to birds and mowers and the clicking
    of doggie claws on concrete.
    we were pioneers or immigrants or explorers
    until the chime of churchbells
    brought us home.

    when our windows opened like casements
    the curtains would float -- white and airy
    while the scent of Daddy's charcoal smoke
    drifted up to grumbling tummies.
    our tiny radio hummed with tinny music --
    the song you always sang along with
    and I remember how you'd laugh and turn it
    up as far as it would go.

    I heard that song today,
    reminding me of summers long ago
    when we didn't need toys to play
    and flowers weren't for picking.
    I can still hear you laughing and singing
    and turning the radio up.

    --March 1, 1998

    endless light

    The Lusty Month of May

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2008.05.01 at 10:30
    This is a song from Camelot, posted here in celebration of my favorite holiday - May Day. It's sung while Guinevere and the court are a May-ing, which includes flowers and food and (all kinds of) frolic!

    The Lusty Month of May
    by Alan Jay Lerner

    Tra la! It's May!
    The lusty month of May!
    That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
    Blissfully astray.
    Tra la! It's here!
    That shocking time of year
    When tons of wicked little thoughts
    Merrily appear!
    It's May! It's May!
    That gorgeous holiday
    When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
    Will be a cad!
    It's mad! It's gay!
    A libelous display!
    Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
    Ev'ryone breaks.
    Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
    The lusty month of May!

    Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
    What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
    Whence this perfume floating ev'rywhere?
    Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit!
    Tra la la la la! That dear forbidden fruit!
    Tra la la la la!


    Tra la! It's May!
    The lusty month of May!
    That darling month when ev'ryone throws
    Self-control away.
    It's time to do
    A wretched thing or two,
    And try to make each precious day
    One you'll always rue!
    It's May! It's May!
    The month of "yes you may,"
    The time for ev'ry frivolous whim,
    Proper or "im."
    It's wild! It's gay!
    A blot in ev'ry way.
    The birds and bees with all of their vast
    Amorous past
    Gaze at the human race aghast,
    The lusty month of May.

    Tra la! It's May!
    The lusty month of May!
    That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
    Blissfully astray.
    Tra la! It's here!
    That shocking time of year
    When tons of wicked little thoughts
    Merrily appear.
    It's May! It's May!
    The month of great dismay.
    When all the world is brimming with fun,
    Wholesome or "un."

    It's mad! It's gay!
    A libelous display!
    Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
    Ev'ryone breaks.
    Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
    The lusty month of May!


    Full little Hampster

    Across the Universe

    Posted by ashe5k on 2008.03.14 at 06:27
    I just love the lyrics to this song. Never heard it before I watched the film. I love how it just flows.

    ---------
    Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
    They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
    Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
    Possessing and caressing me.
    Jai guru de va om
    Nothing's gonna change my world,
    Nothing's gonna change my world.

    Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
    That call me on and on across the universe,
    Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
    Tumble blindly as they make their way
    Across the universe
    Jai guru de va om
    Nothing's gonna change my world,
    Nothing's gonna change my world.

    Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
    Through my open views inviting and inciting me
    Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
    million suns, it calls me on and on
    Across the universe
    Jai guru de va om
    Nothing's gonna change my world,
    Nothing's gonna change my world.

    endless light

    Not mine

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2008.02.23 at 21:45
    I like the way this one, while technically still a sonnet, has broken all the rules. ^_^

    Post-Coitum Tritesse: A Sonnet
    by Brad Leithauser

    Why
    do
    you
    sigh,
    roar,
    fall,
    all
    for

    some
    hum-
    drum
    come,
    --mm?
    Hm...

    redhead

    A poem from my days as a student of anthropology

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2008.02.23 at 20:49
    A. boisei - Nutcracker Man

    I hold your skull in my hands,
    feel I know you
    though bone is gone, long ago
    mineralized into solid rock.
    You are rough beneath
    my fingers. Pitted,
    fractured with countless centuries of wear
    How long is a million years?

    Long enough for us to forget -
    to change.
    How beautiful you are
    your saggital crest, broken
    at the zenith
    of your age-worn skull.
    Built from heavy muscles chewing
    tough vegetables, tubers, leaves:
    They left impressions on your teeth

    Teeth like mine - for smiling?
    Did human emotions
    play across your monkey face?
    passion, fear, rage,
    love for your children, mother,
    your wife? Could you speak to her,
    whisper devotion in the shade
    of acacia trees?
    Or did she know
    by your touch, by the look

    in those deep-set eyes?
    I trace thick ridges,
    your brow forever furrowed
    over sloping forehead.
    Empty eyes stare - absolute
    Keeping secrets:
    Did you know who you were?
    Did you wonder why the stars glowed?
    Intelligent enough
    to pick up a rock

    make a tool.
    You thrived.

    2-13-1997

    happy

    More song Lyrics

    Posted by astrokender on 2007.12.27 at 20:47
    This song is just so damn pretty. Thanks for finding the right cd for me, marmalade_girl !


    The Killers- My List

    Let me wrap myself around you
    Let you show me how I see
    And when you come back in from nowhere
    Do you ever think of me?
    Your heart is not able
    Let me show you how much I care
    I need those eyes to tide me over
    I’ll take your picture when I go
    It gives me strength and gives me patience
    But I’ll never let you know
    I got nothing on you baby
    But I always said I try
    Let me show you how much I care
    Cause sometimes it gets hard
    And don’t she know
    Don’t give the ghost up just clench your fist
    You should have known by now you were on my list
    Don’t give the ghost up just clench your fist
    You should have known by now you were on my list
    Don’t give the ghost up just clench your fist
    You should have known by now you were wrong (on my list)
    When your heart is not able
    And your prayers they’re not fables
    Let me show you (let me show you)
    Let me show you (let me show you)
    Let me show you how much I care oh

    redhead

    And one I *do* remember

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2007.12.13 at 22:29
    Someone Like You

    shrouded in apathy
    I look to no one
    (but see you)

    the flickering
    of a passion
    strung among strands
    of broken lights
    you glow in the nighttime
    and I try to shine for you

    you trace the outlines
    of scars not yet faded
    unable to steal my pain
    but trying
    I give more than I intend
    needing everything
    that you don't offer

    later I hate myself
    for clinging to you
    (hating you
    for encouraging me)
    angry to be in love
    with no one

    and you say you love
    my sister more
    (so much more)
    and I see that I don't care
    except that my pride
    stings with the blow

    I don't wish for your hands
    anymore, but long
    instead for your mind
    wanting you to understand
    what I want
    (not you but someone like you)

    (12-27-97)


    endless light

    Two poems that I forgot I wrote

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2007.12.13 at 22:21
    (Live Journal has eaten my formatting. Gah.)

    Iscariot's Escape

    Run through dawn's faded night
    pungent scent of sweat
    Filthy
    clothes, hair, skin
    Shaking hands confess
    repeating but not repenting the night
    the dust, the smoke, the needle
    Blood that trembles, craves
    more
    pocketful of silver kept...
    A quiet mumble, and easy stumble

    a kiss on that face beloved

    Then back to the Door, the Den
    the forgetful lifelessness beneath
    angels' dusty wings
    floating, flying, forgetting the weight
    his words, his cross
    Crossing into nothing
    impure--unchaste--unclean
    unburdened

    (03-12-02)


    beguiled
    she looks at you, longs
    to know you well, to speak
    with you --
    to fit together pieces
    of you she's collected
    from stolen moments when
    the camera -->caught
    you being you.

    (03-11-02)

    I suspect that last one's about River Phoenix, though I don't remember writing it. Both look much prettier with all the fancy indentations and shaping I did. >_< I wish there was a way to show that here.

    blue

    snowman's wife

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.12.07 at 02:21
    ring frozen to
    my
    finger.
    his lips numb
    my
    breast.
    his
    every cell
    is completely different;
    individual,
    inconsistent, and
    undependable.

    years
    of winter.
    my words
    sink below,
    hushed and nival.
    the
    ice
    thickens
    over time...

    spiral

    Passion & The Opera by Nightwish

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.11.23 at 02:12
    i love this song. it's so rocking.

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    happy

    Poem

    Posted by astrokender on 2007.11.21 at 16:19
    Underlying Affection

    Lip twist, expression flip
    eyes alight and laughter slip
    Flapping, falling, tangled dancing
    words are wooing and romancing

    delicate wrist, hair flip
    smile white and tongue betwixt
    Sneaking sliding fumbled touching
    breath is heady while limbs are clutching

    goose flesh, undressed
    sweat beads across the breast
    Every motion, movement, mention
    echoes underlying affection

    earth

    not my poem at all - advice for a stegosaurus -

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.11.03 at 03:33
    Advice for a Stegosaurus by Jessica Goodheart
    Never mind the asteroid, 
    the hot throat of the volcano,
    a sun that daily drops into the void.

    Comb the great dry earth for drink.
    Strut your bird-hipped body.
    Practice a lizard grin. Don't think.

    Stretch out your tail. Walk, as you must,
    in a slow deliberate gait.
    Don't look back, Dinosaur. Dust is dust.

    You'll leave your bones, your fossil feet
    and armored eyelids.
    Put your chin to the wind. Eat what you eat.


    necklace

    uncoiled - original poetry

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.10.08 at 07:23
    You were the
    shadows that taught
    me where the
    ground stood.
    Your voices cajoles the
    summer to my thighs
    and calms the
    violent spring in my
    breast.
    You hushed my
    thunder, showed
    me light beyond my
    reckless combustions.
    When we lie
    naked, our bodies breathing
    into each other, I can
    feel the grass
    sprout underneath.

    Your laughter pulled
    out ribbons
    of sincerity I
    never knew I had swallowed.
    My head
    is full,
    but you don't smash it, you
    kiss it - sucking
    out the viper coiled there.
    I am now a human,
    I am now
    worth being loved.


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    happy

    More Lyrics.

    Posted by astrokender on 2007.10.07 at 15:41
    Here is my favorite clip of 8Stops7's Question Everything. The last lines always give me goosebumps. They translate well to the singer's rusty, broken voice.




    ...So forgive me if I come off sounding bitter
    if my words push you away
    if I seem surprised to see you lying here
    in front of me.
    Just consider what you're asking
    and give me a little time
    cause I'm still having trouble breathing
    cause up till now
    I've never seen you cry...

    blue

    Fallen

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.10.04 at 02:32
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    creative
    Posted by q_sama on 2007.10.01 at 17:00
    This was one recently written by a high school friend of mine -


    I heard you

    in the stale morning air following one of your shoddy performances

    well knowing that your surreptitious grin concealed daggers on the other end of the door,

    Et tu, Brute?

    You blew Judas' kisses at me

    in the single seamy, wretched manner in which you have learned to conduct yourself.

    Oh, how you aspire to conspire; always thriving on contriving

    and artlessly peddling your fruitless charm across the room like a plastic checker piece,

    blithely unaware of the rooks and biships standing in your path;

    your pint sized imagination ill equipped to discern that you're no special snow flake

    or even acid rain drop,

    that I've encountered other cagey smiles full of razor sharp rows of jagged teeth;

    The better to eat me with;

    Clowns in costumes less lackluster than yours;

    that of an abject, gluttonous, disingenuous, debauched fool

    who is adept only at fooling her sordid, swollen reflection.

    Mirror, mirror on the wall,

    whose image is most distorted in this fun house hall?



    I've remained in tacit, indifferent placation,

    uncommenting on your translucent childish antics,

    careful not to waste a solitary word on you;

    disinclined to let you blow it up, twist and warp it into the creature of your choosing,

    to bob aside the misshapen, inflated, id- studded ego you smugly string along with pride.

    After all, pedantic fools know not what to do with words or concepts

    and words are more sacred, more dear to me

    than your feeble tenacity may allow you to fathom;

    you merely pretend to grasp the virtue of applying them with integrity and deliberation

    as you stretch, contort, and toy with them, fully incapable of expressing appreciation.

    For this integral, pathetic motive alone,

    I have indulgently pitied you

    though I was never a fan of your act.

    face

    uneven potato - original poetry

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.09.02 at 02:05
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    lightning strikes

    daphnaie - original poetry

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.09.02 at 01:23
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    light of love

    morning on earth by pain of salvation

    Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.08.31 at 01:43
    hello, i'm new (so, so very new), but i have lyrics from one of my absolutely favourite songs done by my favourite band pain of salvation (underground swed band). it makes me cry when i hear it and i'd love to share it. it's part of a concept cd (all their cds are), so to hear the whole story, you have to listen to the cd, but each song can stand out alone.
    okay, here we go:
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    endless light

    Two vastly different poems

    Posted by marmalade_girl on 2007.08.05 at 18:28
    "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks

    We real cool. We
    Left school. We
    Lurk late. We
    Strike straight. We
    Sing sin. We
    Thin gin. We
    Jazz June. We
    Die soon.



    "XXIV: A Ditty" by Sir Philip Sidney

    My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
    By just exchange one to the other given:
    I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
    There never was a better bargain driven:
    My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

    His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
    My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
    He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
    I cherish his because in me it bides:
    My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.



    And the Banana Fish drabbles (not by me) that they inspired. ♥ I love Cain's the most, but they're all good.

    happy

    The Killers - Read My Mind

    Posted by astrokender on 2007.08.03 at 13:09
    On the corner of main street
    Just tryin' to keep it in line
    You say you wanna move on and
    You say I'm falling behind

    Can you read my mind?
    Can you read my mind?

    I never really gave up on
    Breakin' out of this two-star town
    I got the green light
    I got a little fight
    I'm gonna turn this thing around

    Can you read my mind?
    Can you read my mind?

    The good old days, the honest man;
    The restless heart, the Promised Land
    A subtle kiss that no one sees;
    A broken wrist and a big trapeze

    Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
    Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
    Before you go, can you read my mind?

    It’s funny how you just break down
    Waitin' on some sign
    I pull up to the front of your driveway
    With magic soakin' my spine

    Can you read my mind?
    Can you read my mind?

    The teenage queen, the loaded gun;
    The drop dead dream, the Chosen One
    A southern drawl, a world unseen;
    A city wall and a trampoline

    Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
    Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
    Before you go
    Tell me what you find when you read my mind

    Slippin’ in my faith until I fall
    You never returned that call
    Woman, open the door, don't let it sting
    I wanna breathe that fire again

    She said
    Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
    Cause I don't shine if you don't shine

    Put your back on me
    Put your back on me
    Put your back on me

    The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun
    When you read my mind


    -----

    I just can't get over my love for the line: 'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine.'

    Big Damn Love
    Posted by q_sama on 2007.08.02 at 14:21
    I, can carry you
    hands under knees under neck
    Bend my legs and lift you
    with lighter than expected strain
    My back muscles do not tear
    A first

    You, are my rudder
    Keeping me from the rocks when my steering is suspect
    We are safe, far enough from shore to enjoy the view
    Yet close enough to get back to the real world

    We, are each others halves
    Matching hands, feet
    With differing, but complimentary minds
    In storms, we reach out
    In calm, we relax
    Through the good, bad and days
    that are merely days
    We are us

    - written by chaptal


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