THE ARCHIVE

[sirmavers]

Thought I might try and start up.....again. Still writing as much as ever, got loads going, but thought that maybe I'd throw this up, enjoy

One fine day,
Someone will have grace,
But until this great day I will still be losing in some race,
One new morning,
The sun will burst my blinds,
In front of me is just what I have always meant to find,
One great man,
I am giving it my all,
All the effort wasted until I make my fall,
One good thing,
About my time away,
It they’d remember me and just what I had to say,
One close friend,
Since she echoes all my rhymes,
These are the things I dreamt of all the good times,
One big feat,
Ahead for many days,
Just don’t do what the weak do and go give it all away,
One chance comes,
Don’t waste it all to fast,
Or all the things you had will be in the distant past.

xxx

[scruff]

ok you might get a surprise after about 2 minutes... if you have good memories.

But let the tension build.

[dontask]

thats one of your poems init? kinda sounds like a reverend n the makers ballad at first haha

[scruff]

seeing as I own this link I'm not breaching copyright

www.sendspace.com/file/yj7apt

[sirmavers]

The music kept deaths door firmly closed,
As the wisdom of others had me ponder,
If life truly has served me up a treat,
Or if it’s just cheated me into a surrender,
The rose flowered early on what was a cloudy day,
And it brightened up the April sky,
Soon it was drowned in the rain of May,
And all hope I had with it went to fly,
I thought that what I never had,
Would never be regarded as something that I’d need,
And though nobody ever told me you would flower,
I felt that something was to come of this seed,
The waves of regret drowned every bit of sorrow,
As grace was too high to hold,
But even within good touching distance,
She’d snub and watch me fold,
Distress was never in the shadow of joy,
As the dim light would take a spot on me,
All my optimism would rise away with shades of grace,
And the clouds would stay to hide what was to see,
I thought that soon I’d walk a sunburst street,
But the thickened clouds were all to heavily lined,
Lined with everything beautiful I once had,
To beautiful for me to ever find.

[dontask]

some pretty good parts in that ant

[sirmavers]

It's alright. I've never stopped writing stuff, but when I was looking on the 'general chat' part of the forum I just remembered this thread! Think we all forgot about it. Don't think it will always be a main part of the forum simply because people don't like to contribute and don't like to read the stuff. Shame really because there was a point when about 5 of us where posting almost every day and it was going great. Suppose all good things must come to an end.

[dontask]

lol all good things must come to an end, said the stone roses/ the las etc fan =p, just keep postin people still read even if they dont comment.

[sirmavers]

Don't want to voer run it with stuff, because it would get boring. Might put the occasional thing up, see what other people do.

[dontask]

i always get the odd lil hook runnin through my head n think oh tht wud be good but never get round to it

[sirmavers]

That's it mate, I was walking through the rather heavy rain this morning and I stopped at a bus stop to get dry and I thought of something which at the time seemed ace, something about the rain, but I can't remember now! Sure though, if it was as good as I last thought it was then it will come back.

[Darren]

Hey Ant, don't stop posting mate, I know that only a handful of ya only ever posted but many of us do read this thread and enjoy it....even inspire us to write!

I would never of posted my only poem if it wasn't for this thread - so keep it going

You never know I might write another one day

[sirmavers]

If you find the time Darren. I've got loads of time, apart from work I don't do much so I have all the time I need.

I must have been on something when I write this, it's about my boss and I find it quite funny, did it a month or so ago:

I would say that it’s just the company you keep,
But you haven’t got a pal to name,
That’s apart from old Jim the imaginary man,
‘Oh he’s real? What a terrible shame’,
I could say that it’s the way you come across,
But just looking sends me off with a fit,
Snarling and gurning with the swagger of a tw*t,
No charisma not the tinniest bit,
And so it dawns on me why you don’t get along,
I couldn’t be more obvious to my eyes,
You’re Canadian and you’re not welcome here!
As this realization is greeted with sighs.

This was done a while ago aswell, early May. One of my favourites and for anyone who can't be arsed thinking about the story, just like thinking you know someone and then losing them when you need them most:

First and foremost I could only see one mind beyond her eyes,
To be single minded is one of the few things that I lack and I somewhat despise,
She put it straight for me and took the job to teach me just exactly what to say,
And exactly how to treat them when they leave me on the bay,
I needed something else to use my worries on,
These worries cast a shadow on the rest of my life ‘oh where do they come from?’
Fifteen minutes of doubt is too much time to waste just pondering,
The wolves are coming after me I don’t know what weapons they’ll bring,
I wasted many a year just pampering these questions,
I should have seen the trouble running from one hell of a distance,
This is the most obscene chapter of my later years,
The races I won’t win just to be covered up by tears,
The blood won’t fool the hunter he will smell you out,
This isn’t worth the trouble or worth laughing about,
The sky is only blue if you have clear daylight ahead,
It stays stormy through the hours when you’re up and out of bed,
Running from the danger in the dark won’t help your path,
You need some lighted guidance for grace these beasts won’t have,
A torch that I have known and used for forever and a day,
She’s in my bag I’ll get her out I hope that she has stayed,
It seems the single minded b*tch has kept a simple mind,
I told you to keep open wisdom because new things you will find,
I kept my open thoughts thinking that she’d be here,
Turns out I was foolish and she felt too much fear,
So down come the beasts down a dead end track,
I’m blinded and I’m going to be nailed in the back.

Not joking, I could post like loads of stuff but I will just do a couple a week, and I'm always writing, so I won't run out of things to post!

[sirmavers]

This was just me, about a week ago, imagining having to kill someone you love just so that you don't have to see them with someone else, bit wierd but I really like it:

I think I’ve hit you far too hard,
You’re left lying in the mud,
Tears and heartfelt screams for help,
Whilst face down in sun dappled blood,
I warned you for many months,
That there would soon be a mighty backlash,
Quickly the 6 inch blade was drawn,
And the deed was done in a flash,
I look down at your withered corpse,
And the blood runs into the streams,
Red stains on my old brown boots,
Now I’ll wash them to a blinding gleam,
And so the bitterness has left,
And pleasure is the only part of my thoughts,
Not selflessness or common remorse,
Where ever given or bought,
I’ll take you down to the resting place,
And see you and your heart roll down stream,
Nothing left of what I thought we had,
Hope optimism and dreams,
I simply couldn’t put up with the thought,
Of living away from you whilst you’re around,
So long as we’re apart from each other,
You’ll be dead and safe and sound.

[sirmavers]

Love this one, enjoy yourself:

I’ve never seen your face,
But I’d know it from a mile,
Take a picture along with me,
Because you might just ruin my smile,
I hope it’s not just me,
And you’ve killed other people as well,
I’m ready for the blow from this,
I’m ready to fall to hell,
You won’t shock me a bit,
If you’re not the girl I know,
I’ve nailed this picture I have of you,
To my heart so the real you won’t show,
You should have told me earlier,
So I could say my five last words,
I’ll get them right out of the way,
‘This really has been absurd’,
Am I just being pessimistic?
Are you really what I want?
The perfect picture will stay with me,
Even if you don’t,
The realization could be dramatic,
You could break the painting in two,
It took me forever to paint your face,
So don’t ruin it just as you want to.

This was what I was talking about in one of my above posts, the rain thing. The rain says alot to me because it just doesn't seem to stop and there is nothing positive to get out of it, just falls down on you and knocks you to the floor down too your lowest or lows, pain and everything, and as odd as it sounds, whilst drying off at this bus stop I saw a few things, obviously just things that I made myself see, but it's as if they were doing it by themselves, amazing it was:

I took a walk out,
To see if visions found me,
Seems that they did,
As all the people surround me,
Staring outside,
I saw people in the rain,
It fell into visions,
I feel so insane,
The 2 usual lovers,
Walk into each other’s arms,
There is a bomb between them,
They didn’t hear the alarm,
They were both blown out,
To opposite ends,
As the rain blinds them,
They soon forget that they’re friends,
I feel mine and his similarities,
As I watch him float downstream,
We’re both cast away from love,
And both alone so it seems,
The man in the rain,
He was a mirror of me,
As he drowned out love,
And he drowned in the sea,
See the other rain drops,
They were what he thought was grace,
I’ll remember this man well,
Should I ever forget her face.