The Big Pointy One Posted February 25, 2003 Report Share Posted February 25, 2003 (edited) This has been going on for a long time now I'm calling out to you and you're never there It rips me apart inside more and more But just at the last second you suddenly appear Everything fades away and all is well Nothing else matters, I feel alive Every time I'm with you I haven't a worry Nothing else matters, everything's alright And then it all begins again The anguish and torment and waiting I need to hear the sweet sound of your voice But endless ringing is all I get I'm left with bittersweet memories of you I curse myself, I damn it all I fall deeper into my darkness inside My fragmented heart turns to dust It's only a matter of time now I don't know how much longer I can handle this Maybe it's obsession, maybe it's love It doesn't matter, the future is blank These things don't quite work out in the end Still, I'll hold on, I'll pick up the phone I'll let it ring, maybe you'll answer And maybe, just maybe it'll be worth it... "Hello?" "..." "Hello?" "...goodbye." Edited February 25, 2003 by The Big Pointy One Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted February 25, 2003 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2003 I sit here in the morning light Staring into my hands What could have been is the right The left is how I am How's it really supposed to be? Is my current path my true fate? Is this person supposed to be me? Every day, this is my debate. Wasted potential, it seems I could have been so much more Have I broken my dreams? It burns down to my very core What about those I hold dear They don't seem too pleased It must hurt them that I don't care I'm not worried if they're appeased Am I wasting my life and my time Living with no goals or meaning Poems of inner strife that don't rhyme I say my life is just beginning Or is it about to end Will the day come at last When I can no longer bend And I finally snap so fast I break. I know, my poetry sucks, especially when I try to rhyme like this. But of course, I'm not so much trying to write poetry but express what I'm feeling, and this is just an inkling, for any who are interested. Heh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tasslehoff Posted February 26, 2003 Report Share Posted February 26, 2003 Hey buddy. Non of this stuff sucks. You are very talented writer. You capture your feelings, or the expressed feelings very well. Hope I can read more sometime man.. Bravo! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted April 1, 2003 Author Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 Things I'd like to say to you... If I could find that one pure moment when I've swallowed all my fears If for only a few fleeting seconds and composed myself enough to say all the things I've wanted to say for so long now, this is what they'd be... First I'd give you an apology, for not being so bright; even though there's an anthology of poetry I could write It wouldn't make a difference, it wouldn't mean a thing It kinda doesn't make any sense, how this is happenning Your words have fallen on my deaf ears, to stubborn to hold to your blatant honesty, I fall to fears, my routine is getting old. I keep lying to myself, thinking of another way I keep hurting myself, hoping for that one day... When everything else would disappear, and all could be right When I could share my love with you, my dear all through the night The world wouldn't seem such a bleak place; it never does with you One look could cure this sad and broken face, it always does with you. Alas, but the truth has surfaced, I know the way it has to be Yes, I've found my purpose, it's friends for you and me. But instead, I'll choke, living as this joke, giving up on my hope, until you pick up the phone, and I splurt and stutter, words escape my lips, and I'm back where I started. I'm sorry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted April 25, 2003 Author Report Share Posted April 25, 2003 Just a new 'song' I wrote whilst my roommate was jamming out the depressing tunes on his guitar. Inspiration comes in many forms, it seems. Not again I'm the courageous one, yeah But I can never find the guts to say what I want... to you. I've called you so many times, yeah But you're never home I'm on to the games you play on me And yeah I can see you running from me ~Chorus?~ You try to pull the wool over my eyes But I'm already blind But I'm already blind and it's okay baby, I don't mind No I don't mind anymore 'Cause I don't want to look at you again No, I don't want to look at you again Not again Not again My memory is flooded with the tears Of that one sweet night I'll never quite forget I don't want to, but I've got to Even though you're the one I've wanted for so long I can't have you, no I can't have you, it just ain't right Or at least that's the impression I get ~Chorus?Again.~ So yeah, now I'm ready to say goodbye But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt I hate to cut my hearstrings so easily But it's the path I choose to take Maybe I'm writing this message just a bit too late But I can't stand this rack you've put me in I'm tired of waiting on this needle's point Just waiting for a few meaningless words Stuttered out by myself; no The ones you say to me ~Chorus?X2,Last times~ Never again... Alright, it needs a lot of work, whatever. It won't get anymore work though, I think. Just the way it's gonna go. Heh. I realise I use the chorus way too often, way too early. So in other words, this wouldn't end up as much better than a pop song, if it were ever recorded etc., etc.. Yeah. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted April 25, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 25, 2005 Something I scratched down a few days ago. No real form here. If it were read audibly it would be in a spoken word format. When I read it to myself it reminds of a piece done by a certain hip hop artist... I think Sage Francis, but I'm not 100% sure. Here it is. And yes, it's the same topic that 99% of my works are. Everlasting desire burns my eyes away still the stillness in my heart that keeps me from breathing memory enshrined to the reflection of night; mind enslaved to the wraith that once was and may never be no amount of resurrection could bring you back to me; no amount of prayer could set me on the path again double the pain for half the pleasure just once again a wish never granted is a dream never gained; a fleeting image of past chances gone by if only if only was enough; if only time was the clay in my hands once again; I would shape the eternal ring - twisted as it is, perfect as it isn't. just bring back to me that moonshed night that sweet sorrowful moment of darkness and silence when everything began anew again but now it haunts me, wraith as it is; revenant relentless watching and waiting, hawking and hunting, hurting and bleeding; the end is not here nor is it coming. too soon. too soon. too son. I offer no further explanation. I haven't left, nor am I returning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted April 25, 2005 Report Share Posted April 25, 2005 Man, I'm not sure how this thread could be continually updated with so few comments on it. That first one especially just blew me away. I never even knew you wrote poetry. The third one, "Things I'd like to say to you..." reads for me as hip hop, somehow, despite the fact that the topic/words don't exactly suggest that. Then again the mention of hip hop in your most recent one makes me realize perhaps it was supposed to be read that way, so congratulations if it was. (One quick note on this one: Typo on "to stubborn to hold", ie "too stubborn"). So, yeah. Discovering this thread was a nice surprise today. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted April 25, 2005 Report Share Posted April 25, 2005 I'm with Katz. How did I miss these before? Really good *gut* poetry. These are great reads. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted April 26, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 26, 2005 Thank you both. I really do appreciate it. About the spelling... yeah, sometimes I go too fast, and make simple typos like that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted October 31, 2005 Author Report Share Posted October 31, 2005 Devil Girl Bring me the devil girl With her heart of gold Eyes on the brink of tears Shining in the light of the moon Skin pale and soft Rip my flesh apart by her hand Restore me again with her kiss If everything is different Eternity is still the same Pain sorrow and desire everlasting All so strong, one just out of reach Come closer to me I want to wrap myself in you Bring your tears to my chest Listen to the rhythmic palpatations It's my lullaby to you... Love me tonight and I will never let you go (This poem was inspired when I was drooling over a random picture of Morrigan from the Darkstalkers series of videogames, and also over a few comments/discussions i've made/had regarding one of my uhh... preferences when it comes to the opposite sex ;p) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetcherrie Posted October 31, 2005 Report Share Posted October 31, 2005 First time for me to stumble upon this thread....and what a pleasant surprise. You've got a few nice little gems here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tasslehoff Posted November 15, 2005 Report Share Posted November 15, 2005 BPO. You have an amazing talent to string together words. Im so caught up in everything your right. Its all just amazing. Keep writing, I love to read it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted November 15, 2005 Author Report Share Posted November 15, 2005 ~Haiku~ Crystalline window Frigid air and blowing flakes Cold orange morning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted December 24, 2005 Author Report Share Posted December 24, 2005 The snow has fallen on the grass and the sun's already up three days now and still no slumber trying to think but the only sound is thunder aching bones and a tired heart can only lead to no good darkness crawls in with the setting sun but all eyes here are open cold hum of radiation provides no comfort until the sun comes up again the buzzer will be ringing just a few hours from now how much longer 'til it's over I want to go to sleep This one isn't really so much poetry as it is random scrawling, but hey, since when have I made the claim that any of this is poetry? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted December 28, 2006 Author Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Mostly random words here. Alone in painful contemplation ivory keys striking painful chords deep within let it all go running down my cheeks I have no words just solitude don't wanna be alone no more can't stand feeling this way give me release fill in the hurt empty the sorrow lie with me till dawn let me resonate with you let's steal away into the night grey sky's coming nobody's here but me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted December 28, 2006 Author Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 I don't know if I've posted this one before... I couldn't find it, but this is one of my favourites that I've written. Again, mostly formless, but I think there's a couple good lines in there. (Especially the quaint FF reference worked in.) Lately I've felt so empty on the inside I don't know quite what it is I'm not sure if this pain will ever subside All I've known lately is this hollow feeling and it just destroys my mind To know at some point I left my heart behind What part of me snapped What made me throw it to the side Just when did I turn to stone Since when has my touch been ice I think it's when you left me alone WIth nothing better to do than cry Three times the scar; I want to die Do they know what it means WHen I want to erase myself WHen I can't stand to face myself The only feeling I'm capable of is self-resent Disgust in my reflection, it haunts my eyes Perhaps its my fault as I push you all away The safety device it may well be Unfortunately it seems to hurt you all less than me The seed is planted, it just needs to grow But it can't do that without your love Maybe then I'll have something to fill me Maybe if you nurture that seed 'til it's a tree Then maybe that emptiness will be filled with life and maybe I will be cleared of all this strife But I'm having trouble waiting Because everyday is gradual petrification. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Man, BPO, you're good. "When I want to erase myself When I can't stand to face myself" And "three days now and still no slumber trying to think but the only sound is thunder" That poem that you said is mostly "random scrawling" (you should start titling them, even if you do it with numbers) I really liked. I enjoy how in your poetry, I don't really expect rhyming, it just happens. I'm never sure what the rhyme-scheme is, and I don't care, because it feels unconstrained like free-verse, not clunky like imperfect rhythm, but if I read along I will be pleasantly surprised by the rhymes. Which is unusual, because if rhyming doesn't follow a rhythm and I'm not expecting it, it's so easy to miss. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Big Pointy One Posted December 29, 2006 Author Report Share Posted December 29, 2006 Much thanks ^.^ Yeah, I should start titling them... I have a rough organizing scheme on my harddrive and such, but maybe I'll fix it through editing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iroti Posted January 8, 2007 Report Share Posted January 8, 2007 In reference to the first poem posted: It's a poignant poem indeed. It draws you into an atmosphere of longing and helplessness...also helplessness between the relationship of the people. How one is holding on, yet in the end, they just need to let go...and move on. It's the end of it. However, in the first section, though it is free verse, it doesn't seem like a poem. More like a journal, and you are just writing down your feelings. It's not too consistent or flowing; free verse or any poem, in my opinion, seem to have fluent, consistent rhythm, and somes times it come off a bit stagnant and dry. IE.-'I don't know how much longer I can handle this Maybe it's obsession, maybe it's love It doesn't matter, the future is blank...' It's blunt...and lacks fluidity. It's as if someone just jotted it down in a diary. I think the second section is the best and most moving. Keep writing like that; I skimmed your other poems which I think shine brighter than this one, yet still have this issue on occasion. It needs some polishing, but is a nice concept and exudes emotion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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