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a poem on the underground wall

Posted by marmalade_girl on 2010.05.13 at 23:21
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
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.


*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?


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

Posted by j_excalibur on 2009.06.29 at 01:01
Current Music: creeper by islands (what a perfect song for this)
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
Current Mood: contentcontent
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




A poem from my days as a student of anthropology

Posted by marmalade_girl on 2008.02.23 at 20:49
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
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.



More song Lyrics

Posted by astrokender on 2007.12.27 at 20:47
Current Mood: jubilantjubilant
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


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)


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
clothes, hair, skin
Shaking hands confess
repeating but not repenting the night
the dust, the smoke, the needle
Blood that trembles, craves
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


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.


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.


snowman's wife

Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.12.07 at 02:21
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: bjork/all is full of love by plaid
ring frozen to
his lips numb
every cell
is completely different;
inconsistent, and

of winter.
my words
sink below,
hushed and nival.
over time...


Passion & The Opera by Nightwish

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



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


not my poem at all - advice for a stegosaurus -

Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.11.03 at 03:33
Current Mood: lonelylonely
Current Music: silver river by yoko kanno
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.


uncoiled - original poetry

Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.10.08 at 07:23
Current Mood: lovedloved
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
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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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...



Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.10.04 at 02:32
Current Mood: discontentnot funky fresh
Current Music: arcadia by yoko kanno
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Posted by q_sama on 2007.10.01 at 17:00
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
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.


uneven potato - original poetry

Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.09.02 at 02:05
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: love song by sara bareilles
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lightning strikes

daphnaie - original poetry

Posted by j_excalibur on 2007.09.02 at 01:23
Current Mood: hopefula little shy
Current Music: soul meets body by death cab for cutie
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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
Current Mood: worriedshy
Current Music: stress - pain of salvation
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.


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
Current Mood: curiouscurious
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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