Any good...

[~Ozy~]

Okay, I'm editing this to be a general anthology of my poems for PC. I might include notes on thm might not. you'll just have to see. I'll be puttingup a few of my older ones first, the ones I'm proud of.


I never was any good
At writing anyone a love poem
It always seemed to hurt to much
My heart was always too bruised
My soul was never trusting

So I guess this will have to do
Inadaquate as I think it is
Because nothing's adaquate for you
I can't give you all you deserve
Please listen anyway

You heal me
Make me feel like it's going to be okay
Even when nothing's going the way I'd like
I trust you
More than I do myself
Or any other
My world revolves around you
Do you understnd that
I know I don't

I was never any good
At writing anyone a love poem
I hope this will do

[Chase Leader]

It was interesting, however it didn't flow to well.

[TheOnly]

it didnt flow at all. it was ok though. improve on the flowing

[~Ozy~]

That was actually part of the point of this. Not to sound defensive or anything, but strem-of-conciousness poetry rarely, if ever flows.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

He's right, you know. Stream-of-consioucness poems aren't supposed to flow. Normally, they're very choppy, so it fits his said genre.

*giggles* And thanks, koi. I did enjoy it, though you knkow I think you are more than adequet for me.

[~Ozy~]

Well, these first three are examples of my improv, in fact when I was doing nothing but write improvisational poetry. These are my my favorites of the three. Written, respectively, for an ex-boyfriend, kinda as a POV piece, and finally, when I was thinking about the more violent side of me and its contrast with who ya'all usually see.

Why?
Why did you
Have to lie
Why couldn't you
Just say goodbye
And now I want
For you to die
Because you lied
Because I cried
And something inside
Made me decide
That love ain't worth the ride
On this emotional tide

But now I find
There's another who's kind
Has seeped inside my mind
Made my heart shine

And now you want me to come back
After what you did, you deny the fact
That you betrayed me, stabbed me in the back
You take a different tack
Say that it was the crack
I still don't wanna come back

I've moved on
What love we had
Is long since gone
But I still ask why

Gravity
Gravity
Filling me
With overflowing
Sincerity
Overwhelming me
Washing over me
Killing me
Instilling in me
Sense of duty
Loyalty
Bravery
Finally,
No more gravity
My heart runs free
A light I see
And thus I flee
From gravity

Conflicted
They say it's alright.
That I don't need to fight.
That I can still write.
I think it's a lie.
I could make them die.
Fists and feet.
Blood on the street.
Broken bones, shattered lives.
Pile of bodies outside a dive.
Why do I fight?
I just want to write.
But it's not alright.
I still want to fight.
Scent of blood in my brain.
And the thought still remains.
Block, punch, kick.
Another mother****ing prick.
And still I fight.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

*shivers* Powerful poetry, love. I envy your rhyming abilities. I have none, so it seems. :P

[Caroline]

I think it's good. Love the theme... all up, a very sweet poem. ^_^
It's not good... it's excellent. =P

[Cybex Mewtwo]

Ah......so now I see whos with Phantom Mew...always wondered...but anywho, that's not really any of my buisness...ahem...


You, too, are a wonderful poet. And you, too, have surpassed me in many ways. You have become another star in my sky along with Phantom Mew and blue eyes white dragon. These first few are most impressive. Very touching and very well said (except for Conflicted...that was an awesome one with action! :laugh: ) You also must be bowed to.

[~Ozy~]

Thanks, to all of you. *giggles* Though truth be told, Blaine's assessment of my writing is still the one I value most. :P They all mean a lot to me, though, really, they do. I'm not used to m work being recognized. I'm still working through some of my older poetry, these next two are rather mre emotional, for me, at least. Again, respectively, in memory of my grandfather (and koi, sorry, I know by this point you must be getting a little weary of hearing about him), cutting, and, well, I suppose you could call it a protest poem.


Angelic Requiem
An angel came within my dreams
To tell me of my fears
And all the things that saddened me so
Throughout the passing years

A bottle of tears she gave to me
So I could remember you
And I know that you will one day see
All of our dreams come true

The tears of the world, they comfort me
For I know I’m not alone
Even though you’ve left this world
I’m never on my own

The bottle of tears she gave to me
Came from the heart and soul
And let your life be remembered by
The light you gave to the world

One Cut/Spiral
One cut more
And I spiral down
I fall ever deeper
Never hitting the ground.

One cut deeper
I feel the pain
The blood runs down
Red glorious rain.

One cut further
There's no hope, no light
I love the darkness
I can taste the night.

One cut two
I look over again
My knife lies there
No hope, just sin.

Tortured Genius
Tortured Genuis
Head in the sky
Softly composing a lullaby
Ignoring all the simple fools
Thinking the only way to rule
Is with force, and might, and guns, and bombs
Filling the world with violence and death
Destroying peace and death
And dads and moms
All with a single "smart bomb"
On a "surgical strike"
Designed to stop one evil dictator

Tortured genius
Head in the clouds
Dreaming of a banner unfurled
On the top of a castle in another world
Unlike our own
Where the selfsame fools
Who think the only way to rule
Is with force and might and decption and lies
Filling the airwaves with their false words,
"This is all in the intrest of your saftey"
"With technology, we guarantee there will be no civillian casualties"
Never guessing that one "smart bomb"
Ripped apart families, dads, kids, and moms

Tortured Genius
Watching that banner unfurled
On the top of a castle in another world
Where peace reigns supreme
Tortured only because
He knows it's a dream
Which will only come true
After Death's barrier is breached
After that lone castle beseiged
By the forces of violence, guns, and bombs
Have all passed away
And forever peace reigns

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

*nods* Wonderful Poems, love. All I can really say, other than I am NOT tiring of hearing of your grandfather. I never would.

[Cybex Mewtwo]

I must say you show your works well. Quite well written and very deep. I tip my hat to you again. And it is with great warmth that I say you did splendidly.

[~Ozy~]

I have a surprise for you all today. A NEW poem! :P Corona is a little fussy at the moment, so it might not be top notch, but I wrote it, and Corona's whining be ****ed. I actually wrote it about my home state, Colorado (the bells referenced in the first verse are the Maroon Bells, in case you're wondering).

Seasonal
Bells always chiming
Midsummer, patchwork of snow
Bighorn below, dining
All in sunset's glow

Aspen leaves golden
Patch of wealth in the green
I in thrall, beholden
Atumnal glory to be seen

Howling winter in the pass
Cutting sharp in powder fine
Avalanching up in Snowmass
Up a backcountry climb

Mud and rocks, cold and heat
Snow and sunshine ev'ry second day
Vernal playtime needs warm feet
Or with frostbite you'll pay

Never doubt my homeland's glory
Nor the dangers too
Every sunrise tells a story
Every sunset makes it true

[Cybex Mewtwo]

In my opinion, it started slow, but picked up and finished off nicely at the end. Once again you have done a superb job.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

*smiles* Nice one, love. Your attatchment to CO has been made apparant again! :P

[~Ozy~]

ANOTHER new poem by me! YAY! :P Well, this is kinda about when I started to realize just how close I felt to my pair, and when romantic feelings for her started to come back. Again, stream-of-conciousness poetry.

Ending it all
I was about to
Let it all end
Throw it away
Cold steel sticking through me

I said it was to protect you
To keep them from harm
Then you said I was wrong
And let it all end

I'm not sure why
I trusted you
Let you stop me
Told you I wouldn't
Said I'd try something else
But I did
And I'm grateful
Else we'd both be dead

That's when it started coming back
Started wanting to hold you
But that wasn't right
That wasn't who I was
But it was, I found
Afraid to tell you
Terrified to let you know
Because you wouldn't want me

But you did
And I did
And now, together
For both of us
We ended it all

[Cybex Mewtwo]

*sigh*......wish I could have that feeling......but alas...

Very good work once again. You are amazing.

[~Ozy~]

This is pretty much the only thread I'll continue to post in, as I do still have poetry to share with everyone. So listen, okay? :P This one is almost a song, I guess.

Guilty
You said it was all right
But that was last night
And it doesn't seem now
Like it's gonna work out

I'm guilty, tried in my mind
Try to find innocence, get left behind
It's NOT all right
No matter what was said last night

Can you feel it, my lament?
In my mind, it all makes sense
My guilt weighs down my soul
And I don't deserve the role.

(that I'm placed in...)

I'm guilty, tried in my mind
Try to find innocence, get left behind
It's NOT all right
No matter what was said last night

It's said life goes on
But in my guilt, I'm but a pawn
Undeserving and alone
Without joy of my own

And the jury comes in
Against you I've sinned
Sentenced to bleed
Sentenced to need

(to apologize for my wrongs...)

I'm guilty, tried in my mind
Try to find innocence, get left behind
It's NOT all right
No matter what was said last night

[Cybex Mewtwo]

Adamant, you have once again outdid yourself. I am proud to idolize you as one of the best around. You inspire me to keep going. And as for this piece, very emotional on my part. excellent.

[Eliana]

....Amazing. ^_^ You really are an excellent poet.
You really made sure not to leave out detail, which is excellent. Detail always makes a poem more intense.
I saw a few typos in there but that won't kill anyone so meh~
You also might wanna play around with some different rhyming schemes, and see what happens. It's kinda cool to see the outcomes.
You're flow is all right, always room for improvment but it looks good.

I look forward to the rest of your poems! ^_^

~Eli

[~Ozy~]

This was something jotted down (and I do mean jotted, we had ten minutes) for my Creative Writing class. Our topic was on what it means to be teenaged. I think it could still use some wwork, though.

6205
Days pass me by
6205
Somewhere around there
6205
Not all that many, I am told
6205
Feels different to me 6205

Been to hell and back
At 6205
Been floating on clouds
At 6205
Had a knife to my wrist
At 6205
Had a love for eternity
At 6205

I can fight, and I can love
When I'm 6205
Can offer kindness where there's hate
When I'm 6205
My life still isn't my own
When I'm 6205
Still doing things I'd rather not
When I'm 6205

I am everything you've ever seen
And 6205
Good and bad and in between
And 6205
Life and death, kind and mean
And 6205
Most of all, I'm 17
And 6205

[Cybex Mewtwo]

Well Adamant, it may have been a jotted poem, but it still is quite good.

[~Ozy~]

Again, written for Creative Writing. Like Phantom Mew's "Because You're Gone," this is written from a "what if?" standpoint. I'll post the first two parts now, the other two this afternoon.

Four Hours (a lyrical poem in four parts)

1st hour
Broken promises all around,
Scream over and over without a sound.
Still don't blame you, you had the right.
But my blood-soaked sheets tell of night.

Of nights alone
Nights on my own
Without you by my side
Because you lied.

Giving voice to my scream,
Beg it's a dream.
But it's not, and you're dead,
And for you I have bled.

For the nights alone
Nights on my own
without you by my side
Because you lied

2nd Hour
Did I do something wrong?
Drag it out to long?
I wish you could tell me
But now you are free.

Free of life
Free of strife
But now I cry
Because of your lie

Is this despair?
It just isn't fair.
Or rage instead?
One thought in my head.

That you're free of life
free of strife
But now I cry
Because of your lie

[~Ozy~]

Sorry to double-post, and sorry for not having the last two parts of "Four Hours," but there's another poem that takes precedence. I won't go into why I wrote it, but it involves some rather serious happenings from last night.

Put out the Light
Is it true what you say?
True what you feel?
In bed I lay,
With a desperate appeal.

"Do you still love me?
Or at least forgive?
Forget or be free?
Continue to live?
Did I betray you?
Shatter your trust?
Are your words true?
Or am I a bust?"

You deserve more than I can give.
My life is charmed, but I cannot live.
Without you, my life is a fright.
Slide up my wrists, and put out the light.

[Cybex Mewtwo]

Hmm...I can kinda figure what you're talking about...but I won't say.....very powerful work here.

[Shiney]

I'm no expert at poetry, my understanding of it is slim to nil, and my skill at it is worse, but even I like these. ^_^

[~Ozy~]

This was also written for Creative Writing. Not much else to say, except: enjoy.

For Whom I Weep
When I’m walking home…
Looking at the road…
It all disgusts me.
Reviled, repulsive,
Totally unholy.

No one else sees it.
None of them seem to know.
Why I can’t sleep at night.
Why the world isn’t right.

I weep for the destruction.
I weep for the trees.
The rivers now poisoned.
And the birds that must flee.
I weep for the sky
As it slowly turns brown.
I weep for the greed
That draws oil from ground.

In the heart of the city
That I must call home.
I listen to pleading,
Begging, beseeching
Help I can’t give.

No one else sees it.
None of them seem to know.
Why I can’t sleep at night.
Why the world isn’t right.

I weep for the dead
In the ground, in the air.
And I weep for the dead
Still alive, can’t care
I weep for those hungry.
Those consumed by thirst.
I weep for those
Who look on this with mirth.
And at my home
On the TV.
Gunshots, explosions
Though I run
I can’t flee.

No one else sees it.
None of them seem to know.
Why I can’t sleep at night.
Why the world isn’t right.

I weep for the dying
Of bullets and bombs.
I weep for peace lost.
Peace shattered by wrong.
I weep for tranquility.
I weep for the war.
And I weep for my life
Peaceful no more.

So what am I?
A savior?
Brought to show them their wrongs?
I could not do that.
It’s a burden too strong.

Too strong to weep for.
Too heavy for tears.
They must see on their own.
Lest I end my years…
Too short to show them
The prices they’ll pay.
To short to show them
A healthier way.

So I sit alone.
Thoughts empty at night.
Curl up in bed
Because the world isn’t right.
I can’t change a thing,
The price is too steep.
So I sit alone,
And all alone I must weep.

[Cybex Mewtwo]

You still do quite well. I enjoy this and anything else you bring up to us. Very well done.

[~Ozy~]

Okay, okay, sorry I haven't posted here in a while. Corona's been fussy, saying she needs a mate. anyways, I promise that in my next post here, I'll have the conclusion to "Four Hours." for the moment, I have a new poem. Enjoy.

Finding Why I Fell
And the blood rains down again
My knife shakes, cut deeper for my sin
The distraction will be my salvation
The distraction led to his creation

I'm scared and afraid
Can't change, but hey,
I deserve it anyway

A flash of white so far above
Angelic wings, innocent as a dove
My tears stream down, begging, screaming
"Come and save me, keep me from fleeing"

I'm scared and afraid
Can't change, but hey,
I deserve it anyway

Her tears streamed down, wiping me clean
Absolved of sin, and I walk in a dream
Then it went wrong, love began
Love unrequited, my love is a sham

I'm scared and afraid
Can't change, but hey,
I deserve it anyway

I can't be with you, never could
Besides, impossible that love would
ever come to me, ever set me free
But your feelings won't let me be

I'm scared and afraid
Can't change, but hey,
I deserve it anyway

But I love you, it's true
Our grey skies are blue
And together, we're strong
As we weave a new song

Not scared or afraid
I can change, and hey
I deserve you every day

Now time has passed
The months stream by so fast
Or are they so slow
No matter, we go

(Together forever)

Not scared or afraid
I can change, and hey
I deserve you every day

[~Ozy~]

Meh, improv poetry. It sounds a lot better read on stage, passionately than it does read, but still... Anyways, no title for this one.

Fine, you know
I met you six months ago.
Met you, looked like you needed help.
Tried to help, pull you out.
Looked like I had,
But you, you slumped back.
Fell down and you didn't care.
And I, when I tried to help,
You said "Don't dare."

So you know what?
You wanna talk again?
You, after you ditched me, left me?
You think I want to?
I couldn't help leaving you,
Neither of us could be on.
Tried calling.
Tried talking.
You, you asked
"What good will it do?"
And now, now you wanna talk?
Now, when you need help again?
when you've fallen down again?

You make the effort, you try now.
I, I tried too hard, look where it got me.
Nowhere, you know it.
Foul-weather friend.
You talk now.
'Cuz I won't.
I don't give a ****, it's your turn.
Go ahead, dig into your wrists every night.
I know you want to.

See if I care.

[Amy-chan]

Wow. This is... deep poetry. Emotional, powerful. You describe your feelings and conflicts well. I loved every one of these, and I look forward to seeing more of your work. ~In accordance w/prophecy.

[~Ozy~]

Again, more improv. I've been doing a lot of that lately, for my school's open-mic stuff. Title: Dance the Day. Yeah, I know it doesn't have the rhyme or rhythm I usually do, but meh. I still kinda like it.

I love today
Love the way
I feel like I could just dance
Prance
A day where you wish
Someone would just put
A really kickass song
On the intercom
Drag your friends
Come along
As we dance the day
Dance away

Not eveyone would notice at first
Not the cool kids
Only the really cool ones
Who you share a secret smile with
They'd groove out, sing a verse
Maybe a few other would catch on
Sing a song
I'd start to play guitar

I can't play a guitar
But who cares
It's a perfect day
I love today
Let's dance away

[Amy-chan]

No, it's not your usual style, but it's still good. A bit happier than the others, actually. Lighter. I liked it.

[~Ozy~]

Still doing standup/improv. Meh. And, as a joke, some contemporary poetry. :P

Happily in love
Smack of feet
Against cold cement
In a perfect moment
Back arched to where it hurts
As I finally get it
Get what?
I don't know
In a perfect moment
For a pencil scketch
For a b/w photo
For some music
Her kisses hurt my feet
As I ride
My lover
The wall


Lampshade
Haiku in 12 verses
Fireflies flit
About the stars
Of tea leaves
God is 19
Lampshade

[Amy-chan]

Like you say, a good parody of modern poems. :P