THE ARCHIVE

[sirmavers]

And I've just dug this out, about 2 months old, another one I love. The bit I love about reading back on these is that the titles mean nothing, they are usually just one of the lines, but once I open them and read the first lines I remember exactly why I wrote it and what it was about, and this was one of them. Do you ever think that the world is at your feet and that you have everything you want, but then have it walk away from you the next day for not even the scent of it lingers, just gone forever:

Now we haven’t spoke for what feels like 3 years,
I hope you know you’re missing the flood of my salty tears,
Occasionally I feel like for once I’m being loved,
But sooner rather than later my dreams will just be shoved,
For weeks I was on a high above you and everyone,
Now I’m looking up at the clouds searching for the sun,
From time to time I’ll ponder over whether I should get in touch,
Put when pen goes to paper I feel I’m asking too much,
It used to be you that would knock on my door,
But now I’m begging for you everyday more and more,
How did I go many a year without gracing your thoughts?
Now just weeks into this so many new things have been bought,
I thought to choose my loved ones before I chose anything else,
Now I’m left in pieces choosing new life off the shelf,
Could I not give you what made you smile or did I just make you frown?
Now I feel beat and down and out and no longer in the sound,
So much for finding someone that would hand me some grace,
I thought we’d be friends even at the bitter end but you just spat in my face,
For now you could be anywhere beyond my dreams of course,
So long and once in while you remember me and feel a little remorse.

[sirmavers]

Again in this one, the rain again, the last line, just says alot:

I no longer want to live like this,
The secrets are holding me against the wall,
I need to let it out and show everyone,
That I feel like taking a big fall,
I can’t keep this mask of self worship,
On top of the mask of self hate,
I must show you all what I’m going through,
And that the early doors are to be my fate,
You laugh and smile along with me,
When I act out a moment of optimism,
Soon my conscience surrenders to my honesty,
And I’m back to my old ways of pessimism,
It’s so easy to smile all day,
Particularly if it’s with an honest heart,
But my tears beyond my broken smile,
Take me straight back to the start,
All I’ve ever wanted to do,
Is change somebody’s ways around,
But when my accomplice breaks my spine,
It knocks me out of the sound,
My pain was always beyond my pale skin,
As it lay in a deep distant cove,
But times like this released my all,
And by the day I feel more reason to loathe,
Please understand my scars and marks,
For they delve deep into the past few years,
But the depth of my soul is ever out of reach,
And all I can leave you is rain and tears.

Just realised that loads mention rain, but here is another decent one:

I feel a tear coming on,
Falling from above,
It’s getting lost in the rain,
Along with all your love,
Pull me through the weather,
Drag me through the storm,
Down the sun beats on me,
I see the clues beginning to form,
I can’t make it on my own,
We all need a hand to hold,
You’re the reason the words are in me,
And the reason the magic unfolds,
I won’t cry unless I need to,
When on comes desperation and pain,
I won’t weep for pity any longer,
I see now I’ve nothing to gain.

[sirmavers]

Something that isn't about rain Old stuff it is:

Every time I heard the phone sing I thought I heard her voice,
I listened closely I heard whispers from heaven I didn’t have a choice,
Buildings up in the clouds are somewhere that I’ve never been before,
All these things are happening whilst I’m behind closed doors,
Above the clouds are the points of view that only angels could find,
I wanted to meet these God given gifts so I went looking for the signs,
The door bell sings a symphony of heavenly heartfelt harps,
I thought today would be the day that our lives forever finally start,
Again I was in a wonder world where tortoise would flatten the hare,
But these childhood fairytales do come true in my home and everywhere,
In a book of wisdom I read these words that only a genius could pen down,
I tell her that I was the culprit to these and she smirks and begins to frown,
The white noise that I wake up to tells me to stop dreaming and find my head,
This bickering hits me hard all day and I can’t forget what they said,
I’ve been doubted since my screaming start and I’m forever made look such a big fool,
They don’t know that I see what I shouldn’t see and what I see is what makes the rules,
I don’t control these nonsense visions that seem to be everywhere I look,
Once a knock on the door comes along I think it’s her because the memory has stuck.

[sirmavers]

Bit more, just done this, on what seems a marathon the past few weeks We all know the price of wasted time:

There is no room or time to say these things,
But if I rhyme it then it might mean more,
The only person who understood a word I said,
Has ran away and locked the door,
I thought the months we went through,
Cost me nothing but my words,
But the bill came through the window today,
And the price of you was so absurd,
You stripped me of my sanity,
And every penny to my name,
You took the gold and melted it down,
Whilst I watched outside standing in the rain,
I write you a letter the other day,
But forget to mark it with an address,
I’d assume that you’ve moved away anyway,
To relieve you of me and the stress,
I need something new to read,
To take the words of you off my mind,
I thought many times before you came,
That love was there for me to find,
I can’t afford to spend every penny,
On routing for a fist full of gold,
Let fortune find its way to me,
And when it happens let the story be told,
How there was a gentleman,
And he wasted day after day finding love,
Until one day it dawned on him,
That it was right there and it’d fallen from above.

[sirmavers]

More More More!!! Just done this, the line about sleepless nights has been in my head for ages but couldn't find the right poem to put it in:

I saw a single magpie this evening,
And I never saw a second for joy,
I watched every path on the way to my home,
But what lay there has now been destroyed,
I look forward to what should be a long night,
As I’ll stay eyes wide open until dawn,
Sleepless nights are nature’s drug,
As I stand her pierced by a thorn,
Pills are drowned in my salty tears,
As I choke on the easiest way out,
Maybe the pain on the inside will heal,
But the scars and marks will stay without doubt,
Sometimes if things stay the same,
They are easily forgotten about,
But I’m forever begging for grace,
And no notice is taken as I shout,
I’ll be up forever searching for clues,
As to why I never get what I scream for,
The bitter pill sits in the roof of my mouth,
As no one out here can find the cure.

xx

[sirmavers]

More biatches. I got robbed of everything so I found what they had left and took my revenge:

Shuffle through any old bits,
Seeing if you had left anything behind,
I tore apart everything that you owned,
It was worth it and I really hope you don’t mind,
Very little left of what was there,
About 23 weeks ago,
You preferred yourself as a single entity,
Playing the main part in any old show,
I can see that routing for the clues,
Won’t do anything but damage what’s left,
So I’ll leave now in peace tranquility,
I’ve lost my mind the crime was a theft,
You stole me away from reality,
And took apart the little bits that mattered,
You covered it up with worshipping,
And seemingly I was oh so flattered,
But you took the bits of me that I needed,
As I lay there forever deflated,
So this was when I took it to the point,
To have you held down and sedated,
As I shuffled through crap that’s left,
I stumbled across a little age old work,
It was my dignity you had in a cupboard locked away,
You thought that you could hide whilst I hurt,
The brogues of me were now returned,
After a little misunderstanding,
Now I’ll leave a mess from where I searched,
And your own brogues are now in my hands.

[sirmavers]

This is just basically about trying to get something out of someone when you don't really need it, and not thinking it through before you go full throttle to get what you want, because when you do that you just end up on your arse pretty much:

With little complacency,
I took it upon my vanity,
To sort out the mishaps,
And regain my sanity,
‘Why so obsequious?
It’s really not like you’
You didn’t like the way I was,
Oh what do I do?
I’m snarling I’m fawning,
So much servility in the air,
‘Thought you’d be gone by now,
But you’re still there’
I feel submissive,
I notice no one but you,
These feelings are now customary,
Oh what do you do?
Please don’t compare me,
To your usual parasite,
I’m flattering in a good manner,
I shouldn’t get so uptight,
I’m feeling different today,
A little bit obscene,
No cringing attributes,
Not a swagger to be seen,
I feel a little less submissive,
I’ll go about this my way,
Pay a little more attention,
Take care with what I say,
I had very little luck,
In the way of winning favor,
So I’ll leave now anyhow,
Before they have me flatter again.

[sirmavers]

This is weak, NEED MORE PEOPLE!! I'm a 1 man band here, real shame. Please please please, even if you've never ever write anything before do try and do something and get it up, there is no such thing as bad poetry, unless is major crap of course, but so long as your heart is in it then it's good enough for here.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[scruff]

i havent been here in a while and I havent written anything new in ages, so i'll try a little experiment... i'll just sit here with a blank canvas listening to my music blasting from the pc speakers and see what springs to mind..... totally made up on the spot


DEAD PINK FIRE

Look me in the eye now, can you see what I'm feeling
I feel you cant, then again I'm blind
I've seen golden lights on darkened streets
And streets of gold on darkened nights
I've walked in the rain and seen patterns of the sun
I've counted beyond you and never got past one

You dont feel it like I do because you havent seen what I've seen
Put the shade in my ghost and sleep in my dreams
Will the world stop for you if you forget my name
or just remember that one thing whilst the rest stays the same

So I'll walk into another night and see fire in the skies
Cartoon fireworks spelling out obsessions and lies
And the words will fall in on me, I'll catch two lonely and two only
I'll catch the word only and send you the lonely
i'll keep the other two matches for dead weather desire
And paint them in Pink until you can spell out the fire



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if you're observant enough you might notice that took me 17 minutes

[sirmavers]

Sweet, love that scruff, something I'd be well chuffed with. I've never really done something straight onto the forum with nothing on my mind so fair play. I love the line about the rain, of course, can't beat the rain. Really good, would like to compare it to something I'd right, but better of course, but it's the kind of thing that I'd like to be able to do, and the kind of thing that I see.

[sirmavers]

Just stummbled across this old one, was obviously written when I was on a downer (which tends to be most of the time), and basically, I was thinking about what would be the last things that you say to the people who have driven you to suicide, just a story of how people have fucked you about so bad that you literally lose the will to live, so you can't go any further, that's how it is:

I’m not wanted anymore,
So please leave me on my own,
Don’t try to get in touch again,
Because I will not be home,
You’ve driven me through danger,
And made me feel lost and unknown,
Now this car has packed it in,
And your black heart again has nothing shown,
I want to go to sleep now,
Close my eyes for one long time,
Wake up in clouds so soon,
With the angels it would be sublime,
I’ll collect my thoughts in a letter,
What words should be the last of mine?
What lines should be to lead me out?
I’ll be gone in all good time,
For you my friend I leave nothing,
Not a fist full of dust or gold,
You may forget me and no longer care,
If you were to be so bold,
Thank you for the short attention,
It really made me feel shit,
You drowned me in my own tears,
For which you feel no remorse (not a bit),
So long as you enjoyed the laughs,
That set me on my way,
Then all is well with all the living,
Never rational with what’s to say,
Take a bow for your progress you’ve come a long way,
Once just a thorn in my side,
But this is deemed to be repetitive strain,
And has bought me a ticket for the ride,
These are my only final words for you,
“Don’t trip and smash in your face”,
What a shame it would be but how ironic,
If you where then to take my place,
I’m sure you’d love the attention,
Tis what you’ve been chasing all this time,
Oh not this type, you wanted glory,
Not quite the same as mine,
Well so long anyway,
No doubt I’ll be forgotten next week,
I’m out of the way no more fun to be had,
And no more attention for you to seek.

[sirmavers]

Uuuuuuuum, lack of time and thought provoking inspiration has led to a shortage of stuff for me to write, but just did this, thought I'd end my fascination with rain for a while (despite the irony of the weather) and do something that relates to fire :

Will you listen to my sob story?
I must relieve myself,
If you’re of a nervous disposition,
Then take cover this is bad for your health,
Whilst I wait for someone to torture,
I will sit and fan the flame,
And I’ll look into the flickering tongues,
Finding someone to give the blame,
I thought that a fire could keep me warm,
But this just brings on a chill,
I myself cannot put it out,
I need a hand before I fall ill,
Nothing is going to disappear,
Unless I let the demons out,
And so I travel high and wide,
Finding somewhere to fight this bout,
My ever present look of dismay,
Is stuck to my punch worthy face,
Help me now and listen out,
Just give me 5 minutes of grace,
All you have to lend me is your ears,
As through your eyes you will see,
What the lack of attention for so many years,
Has left me here to be.

[ELF!]

Ok, so I thought I'd help set the ball rolling for the competition by posting something here, that of course relates to the topic

There once was a man called mike,
He told me he liked my bike.
Then called it behind my back
So upon him I did attack
I killed the bleader
Then rode away on my two wheeler

[sirmavers]

That's great, says alot actually, love it the way it tells us you weren't going to try and reason with him, or do things the slow way, you just things done, says alot about you. I'd assume that the bike is a euphamism for something more important, but either way it's great!

Joe sat on his straw chair,
Sitting bemused with a stare,
Boiling a bag full of rice,
But really this man wasn't nice,
Beyond the blandest of stairs,
Was a man who knew nothing of the word fair,
He drew a big knife,
And took it on his wife,
She eats rice no more,
Has no job at the florist store

[dontask]

warning : mind blowing by me imminent ...(i may be overhyping it)