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If anyone out there writes? I just started and I've taken a keen interest.

This is more of a sad one, because both my folks and my crush have known me as straight all along, and think I'm "out of sorts" for having a crush on her. To my folks it's not normal and godly, and to my crush she's completely oblivious but feels that having a girl crush would be so "wrong" and "weird" for a girl who's been straight all along. But anyway. Here goes!

I'm Sick

So put me on quarantine and
Label biohazard and keep
Ten feet from prodding at my
Heart splayed open.

You don't know. See from your
Frame a moveable madness
Is an infection; malignant mustard
Slice off my heart that you don't

Know. Beats for you who will
Drive me to my grave with
Please don't fall in love with me, get
Better, seize the intruder but the heart
Must stop.

See from your frame, tinted
Violet, my peculiar heart that
Nobody knows. Quite nearly prod and
Cut. The act.

yes quiet touchy poem. Thanks for provide this.

Ooh, I love this and I would like to read more. PM'ing is good, if you're not comfortable here. I like internet poetry readings.

I've been writing a lot lately but I prefer to have poems sit for years before showing them off. Here is one of my old ones that was published. I wrote it when I was 14:

The clouds are two dimensional,
It's nothing consequential.
Amazing contrast,
Unbelievably vast.
Time has turned to punishment,
nothing but a sealed percent.
The brush strokes do not relent.
The boundries have been set.
But nothing can be kept,
for that there is no except.
The tears come once a day,
I know they don't heal pain.
And to that the world keeps turning,
As my fixated heart keeps yearning.
More can be found in a grass blade,
Than any other lonely escapade.
Heaven visits once a year,
Making existent even more unclear.
The logic of the clocks play tricks,
It amounts to ever most sick.
An overview of what we have,
Will make us even more sad.
The proxy has taken toll,
Leaving behind nothing whole.
Beauty is unthinkable.
So is the fact of a soul.
Conclusions never come easy.
What is there is no more,
Just like the ending
of endless color.
Fitting the margin perfectly,
Feelings never felt surfacing.

Hi. I don't write poems too much but I write songs. Here's part of one I'm working on:

Oh darling knit me oven mitts, you're far too hot to handle
you can eat my birthday cake and I'll eat the candles
and blow smoke rings in your eyes, you're pretty when you cry
I am not here to help you
Emmanuel

Drawn and drone we'll build our home
on the steeper side of hopeless
hocus pocus, we lose focus, swapping tokes with ghosts that choke us
shake the toaster for the crumbs
shave my hair of with your tongue
and build a nest between my breasts that hang so sadly
Emmanuel

I actually just competed in the international youth poetry slam, so I have some videos from that!




This is my group poem, which we performed in our first quarter-final bout, our semi-final bout, and then in finals. This is the semis performance, I'm the one in the middle. Fun fact: I was once thrown bodily offstage during this poem, when Justin forgot to let go of my hand during the "break out from their families" line, and instead jerked away still holding on to me.




This is one of my individual poems, which I performed in semis and finals. This is from finals! I threw up from nerves both before and after reading this. The crowd was massive and I have the absolute worst case of stage fright.

XWIMH, you (and your team!) are amazing.

Thank you!

Neat. I used to write poems, I haven't in a really, really long time. This is probably 10 years old. It's about visiting the cottage up north.

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Islands like
oil droplets in a bath of water
Spread over the expanse of the horizon

From above
Tiny broccoli florets form together and create
the fuzzy mass that breathes with the wind
Down below
Each oak, each pine, each maple
Stand tall and proud in their
quiet, reflective and calm solitude

The air, an astringent that removes impurities from my soul
A ritualistic ridding of negative energies

The great patience of nature
Humbles me and I feel like a child,
Momentarily still, silenced
As Mother Nature scrawls her name in the
ripples on the water.

wowowowoww WIMH you (all) are amazing.


I write poems but I never show anyone, they are meant to be spoken but I am terrified of performing so I just record myself in to garageband sometimes and pretend I am not a wuss :) ya'll are braver than I.
would it be okay to also turn this thread in to a "really good poetry appreciation" thread? I have hundreds of spoken word videos saved to my youtube favorites.

I want to hear your poems!

but okay, let's hear your favorites.

I will pm you if you promise not to make fun of me!

some fav poems from yoochoob:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uno-noGe2l4&list=FL_l9arEBzUv1O4n21uGKyAg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx0y_fMVmQo&list=FL_l9arEBzUv1O4n21uGKyAg

http://www.youtube.com/watchv=M6wJl37N9C0&list=FL_l9arEBzUv1O4n21uGKyAg&index=76

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Q7IzwUa_kI&list=FL_l9arEBzUv1O4n21uGKyAg&index=91(I am a little bit gross in love with Ivan Coyote.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eIvmIoPDTg&list=FL_l9arEBzUv1O4n21uGKyAg&index=101

Of course I promise! <3
I'm going to sleep now but I'll look at all these later.

AMAZING
3rd link doesn't work but the others are fantastic.
now where is yours??

sometimes I think we could have been a great story

if I hadn’t had to pick up those extra shifts

if you had stopped turning on grindcore at 6 am

if I hadn’t ever moved to chicago and met the first person

of many whose broken heart would break mine

if I hadn’t followed myself back to philadelphia like a ghost of what never happened

if I hadn’t told myself that was what i deserved in every subsequent relationship

if you had hated yourself more

sometimes

like when you would braid my hair and tell me about your day

like when I read to you until you fell asleep

the way our hands fit together

and apart around each other

your biting wit whispered soft in to your glass so only I could hear

the tattoos on your thighs

another thing I got to learn about you

your softness

your warmth in the cold

we could have been perfect

if we had met in the summer

if I had known what it was like to not need you, but want you

if you hadn’t cared

if I had cared more

if the space you left next to me in bed was deeper

if you had loved the poems you wrote more than you loved me

if I hadn’t loved art more than you

sleep more than you

anything more than you

but I will always love something more than you

I have been alone since childhood and don’t think for a second you are going to replace the only thing I care about more than surviving.

I will reach out in the dark for ink and acid an eternity before I will ever think to reach out for you

I will find more comfort in the soft edges of rag paper

than in your kiss

and for that

I am not

sorry.

that was awesome and actually made me cry a little. good shiitake.

thank you sea queue

more favorites:

Jeanann Verlee is one of my favorite poets ever.

I was just looking through some of my old stuff and here's an Italian sonnet I wrote as an exercise. It's about honey so of course I thought of youse. Also I should note I wrote this about a year before I went vegan:

DEATH BY HONEY

A fly lay dead in my jar of honey
Drowning attended by the Quaker Oats
Man, immortal on cereal he gloats
While Aunt Jemima may think it's funny
That greedy creatures could be such dummies
She looks on—or so it seems, a fly floats
In golden amber dreams—as one who dotes
On saccharine swoons like fools for money

Many believe they will walk on water
Fall in whimsy, betrayed by earthly bulk
That pulls us under—encumber to sink
This tiny fly like poor lamb to slaughter
Had he known his honeyed end, would he skulk
Or march feckless for death—his own sweet drink?

EH/June 12, 2003

hey! I have one I want to share because it's important to me but I don't want to post it here, but If anyone wants it I can pm it to you, would love feedback etc

JK here's a different one:

http://audioboo.fm/boos/1065340-letter-to-a-12-year-old-obsessed-with-film

PM IT TO ME PLEASE

Goddamn that was awesome. And possibly made me cry a little.

Guys! I didn't know we had a poetry thread! I've been so inactive!

I'm part of my university's poetry performance crew (which is amazing, I'm in love with all the other members because poetry), and I slammed in our November slam (came in third behind two veteran seniors as a first-time freshman! It was exciting! I'm up for the wildcard decision for our Grand Slam, which is a huge even at WashU and determines who makes our national CUPSI team). Videos were taken, and I'll put the links to my pieces up when our tech people put together our publicity stuff.

I'm so excited about the poets on the PPK. I love you guys.