THE ARCHIVE

[sirmavers]

Begging for what's above rather than simply making it myself, though either will do right now:

Dear my love,
Help me please,
Through this flood,
And the devils strip tease,
You left my heart,
And the space that is left,
You took everything I had,
No fear of theft,
I still stare at fear,
As it haunts both eyes,
Worry puts me through pain,
Worries make me cry,
I don’t deserve this,
I don’t want to die,
But sure I’ve no choice,
This death I can’t defy,
I can’t leave my love,
She’s all I hold,
To leave her behind,
Would be to leave her growing old,
If someone said there was a good life,
Then I’d keep her on my arm,
Live with me on heaven or earth,
Bring with you your adoration and charm,
Take this pill,
It’ll send you to a better place,
I can’t live without you,
Waking up to an empty space,
Heaven has its reasons,
Eternal bliss can’t be found on earth,
Tears anguish or misery,
There’s nothing the suffering is worth.

x

[sirmavers]

Another shitty poem about death, I'm pretty good at this:

Don’t go routing for death,
She’ll only run away,
Every night at the end of my bed,
From side to side she’ll sway,
Screaming from the away end,
She’ll show me her striptease,
Never willing to unmask herself,
Never willing to take me with ease,
f*ck my pride,
Take me down and shame me,
Show the world I’m weak and withered,
Show them this isn’t where I should be,
Dancing in the dark,
She touches my lips,
Poison pallet she kisses me,
In through my veins death slips,
I’m the fool,
She won’t be haste,
Enjoying every moment up to death,
She never knew of grace,
Veins are racing,
Excitement and fear,
As I tell her goodbye,
The b*tch doesn’t shed a tear,
Our touch is hindered,
For good her lips leave,
Falling to the floor,
Death has done her deed.

x

[sirmavers]

Since I'm on a role, I shall be conjuring up some more lines whilst on bus home onight I should imagine, and if anything as good as these last few comes of it then I shall pop it up in the early hours when I get in, hopefully something really ace and deep, because believe it or not these horrible sickening things about death and related tat actually cheer me up, take my mind away from shit in life. Look forward to this.

[Exo-Happiness]

I can see the road laid out before me
It is empty
Apart from the hundreds of faces
Walking the opposite way

Just as you did.

I ignore them,
They are nothing to me.
Faces set in my mind
Just for an instance
Until the next strange face comes along
And that too stays briefly.

Just as you did.

I climb the steady hill
Tripping ever so slightly
On a loose rock.
I grasp the fence for support
But it falls from under me.

Just as you did.

Strong,
I clamber to my feet
And continue up the hill.
The brow appears
But introduces to me only
A steep
Winding
Dangerous
Downwards spiral.

Just as you did.

I slump to the floor
Willing the strength to combat my body
And lift me high.
Higher than the stars.
An escape route
From the horror of my racing mind.
Instead I can only
Slump
Further into myself.
Until nothing is left of me
But a dense object.
Resembling a crushed coke can.
A youth passes me
And kicks me
Hard
In the chest.
Little does he know it hurts.
But I don’t mind.

[Exo-Happiness]

I hear of people with two faces
Apparently they lie
Bitterly.

I lie awake at night
And think how someone could hurt
Those they say they
Love.

With twisted words,
Spurting cruelly from two mouths.
The devil’s work

Their eyes often gleam sunshine blue.
Yet their second set of sight
Is mutilated with jealous red
And envious purple.
Colours of unease.

Yet the power these double headed beasts
Possess,
Is the ability to take
Any recognition of their disgusting diagnosis
As nutrition.
They feed off your truest words.

By pointing out their doubled features,
You should only expect sobbing hurt
from the sunshine blue.
Yet spurts of vicious disgust
From those purple or red eyes.

Luckily,
If the beast takes on it’s evil post
With any kind of skill,
Their horrid words should
Remain hidden from your view.
Left behind your back.
Only to fuel the paranoia.

[sirmavers]

I've obviously seen the second one mate, it is good, I love that first one though, very very clever, something that I get that doesn't rhyme Top stuff.

Just done this, kind of a follow up about the last 3 I've done about suicide, but this one is like about time being stopped whenever the oppurtunity arises and being given another go, but then when I'm stable I just worry about i happening again. This was very spontanious...

Relatively stable state of mind,
With very little I want to say,
This is all going to change when the sun comes up,
A new face for a different day,
Typical grey shadows over the house,
As the window takes a gloss of rain,
No sun to leave a shadow of my house,
As no shadows of the past remain,
My head comes up from a dirty old pillow,
And it soon falls down to my hands,
As I see the state of the day I wake to,
I dig a hole for my head in the sand,
Feet on the floor as my dry skin cracks,
I can’t find my own way to the door,
My eyes and lips and ears are sealed,
And I fall and thump on the floor,
Seasons never changing overhead,
Just rain and wind head my way,
As the buildings fall I have lost it all,
And these words are all I’ve left to say,
The clock stops ticking and the rain stops still,
As time takes a break in its tracks,
Cold faces freeze and fall to bits,
I’ve joined the line and there’s no going back,
Hunters sitting in the dead of day,
Staring down the line of prisoners,
Mine are the only set of eyes that lie there,
And they no longer seem to be with us,
Take me to the door and lock me in,
And leave me lying in mid air,
Please press play and watch me fall,
As if you never ever really cared.

[sirmavers]

For those who care....

I have messaged Darren in hope that he can help me get this part of the forum off the ground and that, hopfully making it a proper part of the forum

So you all know like. Lets keep out fingers crossed...

You think you can stub me out,
Like an old cigarette,
Kick me out of your life,
Nothing more than a silhouette,
You think the thoughts won’t haunt you,
But you can’t leave the truth alone,
You hear the sirens ringing,
But all you’re hearing is the phone,
You can’t just let it ring,
You don’t have an answer phone,
You’re worried about who’s at the other end,
Well it’s me and I want to come home,
You can tear up the pictures from the album,
But the images will still remain,
You’ll see me in your sleep,
And ponder whether you are still sane,
2 O’clock in the early morning,
You hear the phone ring,
Will you answer to an angel?
Or will you hear death sing?
The truth seems to delve to deep,
Into what was our past,
Now the past is yours,
I hope this haunting lasts,
Let the memories linger,
And you shall not sleep for weeks,
Try to wipe them out,
And the ghosts will only speak,
Whispers from your conscience,
And whispers from your friends,
When will I leave your room?
When will this nightmare end?
I told you that to disappear,
Wasn’t the wisest choice,
I said I’d remain in every thought you provoked,
And every word spoken by your voice,
I’ll be there forever,
I hope you dwell on your regrets,
All that you knew is now in stone,
And in stone it will now set.


I'll never forget what we said x

[benraul]

exohappiness, I loved your two poems above. THink they are brilliant. Very different. Very good imagery.

Sorry Ant, didnt have time to read yours but will try to have a look soon.

[sirmavers]

Haha, I'm deeply offended ben You'll neve have time, don't worry, I don't expect people to read the stuff, I do it for myself, and very occasionally for someone else, but just post them with little hope that people will read them, but like I said, I don't expect

[Sean]

You play with the fantasy you own,
Rule the kingdom you think you roam,
Playing with the truth like it has no relevance,
Feeding the lies to anyone who will listen,
Use the construction of your seduction,
To repel anyone not to your taste,

Its a persona you follow,
With the truth you find it so hard to swallow.

The answers can’t be found,
To the mystery on everyone’s lips,
Nobody dares to say,
Not even maybe.

The world you live in is falling apart,
Along with the aching heart,
You used to possess,
Stripped so bare it’s had to undress,
The ridicule you tried to fool,
Kept it so close to your chest.

Its a persona you follow,
With the truth you find it so hard to swallow.

The answers can’t be found,
To the mystery on everyone’s lips,
Nobody dares to say,
Not even maybe.

The only difference that could be revealed,
Was not in existence,
Due to the amount of resistance,
Shown by the armour you were wrapped in,
So much protection was due to the most complete,
Dissection.
Why do you keep your secret so close to your chest?
Like you have to and you’re obsessed,

It’s like you’re still in the dark,
Can’t even realize,
You’re wrapped in your own lies.

[sirmavers]

Faced with the challenge of writing a poem about Daisys, I came up with this, just came across it again now and it brings a smile to my face whenever I read it, because despite how daft it sounds, it has a meaning to it beyond the daisy itself

So I would lie there,
Beneath the deepening lawn,
Angry looks from the beetles,
As the passing ants would fawn,
For I was a truly a weed,
Beneath the white and yellow skin,
I was happy so Ellie said,
But they don’t know where I’ve been,
Under the dirtiest feet,
Trodden on by size 10 boots,
Torn up by the dog,
Leaving nothing but my roots,
How I ever pulled through this,
Only God himself knows clear,
Must be because I’m truly beautiful,
Never again shall I hide away in fear.

[dontask]

brill idea setting it up like this darren

[sirmavers]

Yeh, eeeer, kind of my idea aswell mate Look forward to it.

I will have my thinking cap on tonight, but every week I will have a different topic to write poems about, and I hope that everyone joins in This is going to be ace...

[dontask]

the topic idea is good. should rename this thread the archive or something.

[sirmavers]

uuuuuuum, that's a good idea. Since it's all the old stuff. Think I may lock it and start a new one. Good thinking.