Writing Karma's Poetry [M]

[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=firebrick]Ok, I was out today and saw some pretty boys. Then I come here and read the first poem.... enough said ~_^
[size=1]Baaad Charma for fueling my sexual frustration ; )[/size]

[color=purple][b]Song[/b][/color] felt like one of those irish folksongs. Really pretty to listen to, but has a lot of bittersweetness intwined to it.
Although this one felt hopefull at the same time. It depicts what life is like: pretty/bitter/sweet/despairing/hope [size=1][insert more here][/size]

[color=purple][b]Words[/b][/color] cut so much deeper than the sharpest blade ever could . [i]*nods*[/i]
It's strange how the things that hurt the most, are the ones that are the hardest to fight....
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I shall climb onto my chair and proclaim your poetry to my tree ; p
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- Mimmi[/color]

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I have to agree with Mimmi. Lol, she said what I wanted to say best. [/COLOR]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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It's Christmas Eve, and I felt a deep need to write a poem like this. Happy Holiday's everone. I love you all. =)

Merry Day

To everybody on my list
I want to wish
A very Merry Day

I know this hasn't been this best year
But now I've got something to say, so please listen dear
I know we've suffered some pains we'll never forget
But let's not give up just yet

Through all the tears we cried upon eachother
What matters most is that we actually had another
To release our salty memoirs of tragedy upon
Someone to listen to our melancholic song

So, love, I'll put my Santa hat on for you
And smile real big, dressed in a snowy blue
I'll light all 8 candles and they'll burn like the hope
That held us all here, clinging to such a sweet rope
We'll dress in colorful Kwanza costumes
And dance until we've forgotten our doom.

I hope you have a very Merry Day
For whatever you celebrate
Even nothing at all
And remember that I'm here to catch you
Should you slip of the edge and start to fall.

Everyone rushes to buy materialistic gifts
As if those every meant anything
Everyone, I have just one wish
That you forget all the silly things
And remember the only reason
We're here for this holiday season
Is because we had eachother all along.

I want to wish you a very Merry Day,
Hush now, there's nothing left to say
For right now, we're all okay
And that's all we needed anyway.

I want to wish you all a very Merry Day.

-Karma
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[Dagger]

Only you could write a Christmas poem that's so wonderfully sweet--and yet not sappy in the slightest. The stanzas flow nicely; as I read it, I can almost imagine it being sung.

I particularly like the third verse. Its last two lines ("To release our salty memoirs of tragedy upon/ Someone to listen to our melancholic song") are very lyrical, and the idea of tears being "salty memoirs" really stuck with me.

This is an uplifting work, both bittersweet and hopeful: I enjoyed reading it more than I can say. You have a lovely way with words, my dear. ^__^

~Dagger~

[KarmaOfChaos]

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You didn't think I was alive, did you? Did you?! Don't lie to me!

...moving on.

[b]Lost[/b]
Dead yet breathing
Blind but still seeing
Although none of it is really seen.

I could touch your face
But I wouldn't truly feel
And I'm so numb I just can't place
This depression I can't seem to heal

Walking down a road bleak and vague
Stumbling in a daze
Reaching for anything to hold on
Grasping at lies, wrapped in white chiffon.


[b]Full of Empty[/b]
Wordlessly full of words
Filled so emptily, forever unheard
Wrought with pain and rotten sugar
This is no simple pleasure
In being filled with an aching hole.

Words made of a melancholic expression
A silent, unknown depression
Filled only with the pain of your unspoken words
Forever longing to be heard
Brought only emptiness to your lips desperate want
Like eating sugar when what you need was salt.

Emptiness that came from being full
Full of words that could never be heard
Heard only by your soul's aching need
The words are an infection, a spreading disease.

So if you spoke and emptied these words
You might be full in lacking
But these words remain here forever
Unheard as you pulled the lever.

Spoken by actions in the end.
Filled you until you died an empty death,
The words finally spilled out, once dead
...colored crimson red.


[b]This Sentence Is A Lie.[/b]

A paradoxical truth
An oxymoronical lie

A contradiction of circumstances.
Drawing stares and passing glances
A thought that held you a moment longer
That came and then left you, wont to ponder

This sentence is a lie.

If it is true, then it is false
But if it is false, then it is true

An opposite that was the same
An innocent that was to blame
Cogitations construe themselves
Until it so deep down you delve

You become lost within yourself.

Lost in a place you knew so well
Heaven became Hell
And upside down is where you stand,
A bruising slap becomes a helping hand,

This sentence is a lie.


Whoo, feel the mighty poem power! (Why am I reminded of a bad superhero kid's show?)

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=darkred]At long last, she returns to us with her poetry !

I cannot even begin to comprehend what you just wrote, for it is filled with layers of subliminal messages.

Lies - twisted perception, or realization of false facades - quiet walks in crowded places.

It is good to read your words of thought, so I ask thee to grace this place once more ^_^

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Study Hall = Poetry

[b]Leaving Kiss[/b]

Is this what you wanted?
Was this your plan all along?
Somehow, I don't think so
Yet sadness is the only thing I know

Rasping a heartfelt tragedy, here upon the cold floor
Red-rimmed eyes shudder to open, blind no more
Staring out at you, and nothing, dead in their sockets
Blood pulses out of the wound where her heart was, now hidden in you pocket
Do you even know that it's there?

Flesh pale and frozen without your touch
And your leaving kiss was just too much
...yet never enough
Killed by a kiss that was goodbye.

Her palm rests, and fingers clutch her bleeding womb
Swollen with emotions and memories of you
Impregnated by her own tears
The child is an infection, a realization of fears.

The birth of this killed her
As a soft tear slid down a raw cheek
She lie there, dead and broken upon the ground
Breathing silenced, death without a sound.


[b]Falling Out[/b]

I stared at your face
And I remembered your words
And I thought I must despise you
For all the things you left unheard.

You, whom I was supposed to love
I can't find that love now
So maybe we should just forget this
Our friendship was too much to allow

Not all my memories are painful
We've had some wonderful times
But now this hurts worse
Hitting deeper with each of my rhymes.

And some days I wish I hadn't met you
...Everyday I wish this didn't hurt
Some days I wish I could die
Bloodstainds seeping through my shirt

Don't you think if I could have avoided this
I would have?
Or maybe you're too damn selfish and blind
To see that I did all that I could have

So now I'm falling out
Out of you and out of me
Falling out of the world
Falling out of exsistance, wishing I could forget who I must be.


[b]Catalyst of the Heart[/b]

A catalyst is somethat quickens
Makes better what came before
Darling, you are a catalyst of my heart
It thuds softly in my chest
At the mere thought of you.

The blood burns in my veins
Racing and pulsing at your approach
And the smile of some driven slightly insane
Touchs my lips at your quick embrace

You are a catalyst of my heart
Wonderfully bittersweet adoration
Incessant, quiet infatuation
Consumed by longing for you

Sweetest, tie my heart up in ethereal ropes
Held strong with our obscurely pleasur'd bond
It will beat for you
Palpitating and capitulating
Caught up in the catalyst that was you.


[b]Tell Them All[/b]

Tell them all
Every, last, one
That I died.

Tell them all
That they found me there
Amidst the scribbled poems and sketches
As if I was still asleep.

Tell them all
How morbidly, delicately beautiful it was
Among the scribbles and the sketches
With my hair splayed out, and my arms flung wide
Nothing to hide
Tell them all
I died a quiet death
Drowned by my own emotion.

Tell them
That I died with my lips locked in a kiss
(I never found his lips)
And my eyes made of mist
(Misted with muted insanity)
They were shuttered closed
Locked out the world
And dyed tearstained.

Tell them all
That I died a quiet death
Searching for a peaceful rest
And a place my mind could call my own.

Tell them all
I had left a letter
That said something witty and clever
Tell them I died well.

Please, won't you tell them all?
That I died last night in my sleep
And as dreamer's fleeting dreams never keep
So too had my life fled.

Because...

I might as well have died
For all the strength I can call up now
Is none at all
Might as well fall
So just tell them all
That I died quietly
Tell them all
That I died well.


[b]Sick[/b]

Bound up flat against the wall
Bound abd bleeding, but not yet ready to fall
Dirt and scars are perversely tracing
Lovely tatoos lacing
Arcing orgasms of pain across my body

I turned to you with suppresed, depressed eyes
Dead staring, and quietly scaring
I see the fear of beaten rage
There, relfected in your glass cages
Windows into your head

(I can see you now...)

And an obtusely sick grin twisted my lips
A killing kiss smirking among wisps
Of my limp strands of color
And slowly I stood, with no place for you to run for cover.

Picking up the razor blades
That had once pierced my skin in a daze
Blood drips, it seeps from every pore
Now who are you gonna call a whore?
Let's see how you fare against a fighter.

I ripped your body from your stomach to your throat
Lauging as you start to choke
Suffocating in your own red velvet liquid
Smiling, feel sadistic
I let my fingers trace your flesh.

Softly, morbidly tender at first
Then scraping broken nails against you till it hurts
My hands closed around your neck
And squeezed you, like a disease beginning to infect
My fingers drowned in your rapidly oozing blood.

(Let's see you scream at me now.)


Yes yes, I am a veritable torrent of contradictory emotions. Carry on. (Thanks Mimmi for your reply! Hugs and kisses liebling!)

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=darkred][b]Leaving Kiss
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I can read this in two ways ? she had hopes for this person to return her affections, but was turned down and the rejection killed her.
It can also be taken quite literally, she was taken advantage of and died.

The way you wrote it, with symbolism or whatever one would like to call it, was simply perfect.
Beautiful !

[b]Falling Out[/b]

When you love someone and fall out, you wish that you could hate them ? because it would make detachment and separation so much easier.

You want to bleed out the pain, let the memories wash out of you.

[b]Catalyst of the Heart[/b]

What can I say ? Sweet, pure [size=1](but not too innocently sweet ~_^)[/size] and envy-able. ; ]

[b]Tell Them All[/b]

This can be read as a flight from what hurt, scared and disturbed the deceased.
But also as ? the person chose to end those things.
Surrounded by the ?scribbling and sketches?, reflections on paper, affirming the truths as was seen by the dead.
Comforted to a sleep where those truths were also reality.

[b]Sick[/b]

The last one screamed primal, raw power.
Turning the tables, as it is called, and feeling the pleasure that was pain inflicted on you.
Very explosive.


Karma - I am lost for better words and analytical skills.[i] *bows*[/i]

- Mimmi
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[KarmaOfChaos]

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Ah Mimmi, this thread has become a poetry jam between the two of us! Lol. Thanks so much for the review - you understood each poem perfectly, and described them better than I could. Leaving Kiss is, indeed a poem made of the double meaning. I leave it up to the reader which side to take for themselves, depending on their own personal experiences. Because in a way, the emotion is the same, it's just the circumstances that are different.

Falling Out was about an argument between myself and my best friend. Once again you hit the nail on the head in description. Same with the rest of the poems. ^-^

Now for new poetry!

[b]Night[/b]

Soft clouds tinted pale indigo velvet
And stars sparkled like the heaven's frozen tears
The moon is the nightwalker's lighthouse
Shining, forever just out of reach

The quiet is dark and timidly entrancing
The wind tells secrets in a language you can almost understand
The human voice has no place here
Night is [u]nature's[/u] song.

Searching eyes ease closed in an ended calamity
The calamity of the day
And the night came creeping upon us
Like a lover who slowly put their hands upon you
And whispered devotion in a forgien tongue.

(I don't usually write 'earth' poetry, and mostly don't care for it, but there is a certain wonderfully calmness that the night gives me, and I felt it my duty as a poet to express that tranquil sensation as best I could.)

[b]Rain[/b]

knees knocked together
a shy, pleading look
weakly holding a broken umbrella
standing in the rain.

crowds brushed past
without a glance
hurrying on upon wet paved sidewalks
bumping and pushing
fallen on the ground
as the rain fell down.

laying on the soaked cement
cracks and dirt
umbrella knocked aside
still alone
lonely silence in the rain.

(I completly ommited pronouns and capatilization in this one, just playing with literary effects. Opinions?)

[b]Losing It[/b]

That fall doesn't scare me
Push me forward, I won't flee
I've fallen so many times before
Would it matter if I fell just once more?

I'm not afraid because there always was
Someone to to catch me when I fell from above
But now it seems I was just a spectacle to them
And now they're bored and tired, and won't be there to catch me again

So now I'm losing it
Once more I'm losing it
But this time...I'm afraid
Because there's no one to hold on when I've lost it all.

I'm losing it
Falling deeper into this endless pit
I'm alone
I'm alone and I'm losing it.

(This poem became an abject confession. Ah well.)

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=darkred]Whee, score for me >_>;

The things is, Charmi dearest, that all the people reading your poetry gets stunned by their beauty and end up dumbfounded. The same goes for me, so I have to have my evil German twin type for me,
[i]alles klar Liebling[/i] ? ~_^

[b]"Night"[/b]

It's intriguing to see you write poetry that you usually don't do, it means that you don't limit yourself to what you think you do best. And I must say that you pulled off the serene effect of the early/late hours [i]perfectly[/i], my heart beat calmly as I read that ^_^


[b]"Rain"[/b]

This is one of those poems that just hit me in a place where words don't exist, only sensation. It is a tornado of emotions, yet peaceful in it's execution. A scene, a painting, a moment was captured in that poem. And all I can do, is stare at it and allow it to take me over.


[b]"Losing It"[/b]

So very true, Charmi. I wish there were ways for me to express what goes on in my mind as I read your poetry, but alas I cannot speak the workings of my inner core very well.

At some point the falling is so natural and it even becomes the expected event by those around you. So you fall/get pushed and you are caught/hit the ground, until something changes. The novelty of seeing you fall and be there to catch you, has faded, is no longer the main objective. Or you fall too quickly and slips the arms that meant to safely guide you back up.
The fear that you weren't forced to face before, seizes its opportunity, devours you; and you slip from the ground you actually had, albeit unknown/beyond conscious awareness.

The loneliness [i]you[/i] embrace is a place where you are not lonely, because you chose it yourself.
But when you are [i]thrown[/i] into the shadows intentionally, it is a lonelier deal evermore.

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I do enjoy your work, immensely so. Passt gut auf dich auf, Charmi Liebling ^_^

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Mimmi dearest, sometimes I think you outdo me with your replies! Heh heh. Danke, du bist wirklich ehrfürchtig (und dein twin zu). Thank you for your [i]wonderful[/i] reviews, liebling. Here's more poetry!

[b]newspaper.[/b]

newspaper spread all upon the floor
words of the world that are silent in black and white
spread out to catch dripping paint
no one cares about what they say
the letters meld together
endlessly, all the different stories
melting together, becoming one mass
of streaming distance from reality
like the writers really cared.

the distant, unencumbered writers, 'unbiased'
why should they write the story?
better to tell the world how the story felt
rather than how it went.
as if the writers were unencumbered at all.

splotches of color blotch out the words
and the story is left in bits and pieces
not making any sense at all

but maybe that was what was meant all along
that the papers, all crisp and perfect
weren't supposed to be read
(what a foolish idea)
but only after the story had been crinkled and torn
covered in paint and sawdust
could we see the truth between oddly numbered lines
the hidden meaning that was meant all along
that reality wasn't real
...tangible does not mean truth
looking deeper
finding what was there beneath the lies and deceit.


[b]Start[/b]

The screen blinks, as the theme music begins to play
The screen is reset, all the options are cleared
It's time to start this again
Forget all the things you feared
Jumpstart your heart, it's a new game
We don't have anyone to blame
So let's just start this again.

Delete the last player
And with him goes the things that he's done
So now maybe we can move on
Hit the start buttton again

(The poetry of a gamer...oh god. -.-")


[b]Shame[/b]

I know what this feeling is
I've felt it so many times before
It's shame, mine, not his
Glad I finally took it for what it was.

Ashamed of all this hell
That I'm putting them through
You'd think I'd learn after I fell
But I'm too blind for that.

I'm ashamed of being me
I'd rather be anyone else in the world
I'm a fool, so please, feel free
To throw me away

I'm too ashamed to show my face
And too afraid to die
Nowhere is my place
So shove me in it, because I keep getting lost.

A wide-eyed creature who knows she's not worth it
A fool, a fake, a masquerade
All alone she sits
Cowering covered in shame.

Like an ugly, wretched paint
It covers her entire soul
And she became bitter and learned how to hate
Will this paint ever wash off?

I'm living in shame
I want to hide
I want to die
But I'm a fool
So what I want doesn't count
Stop acting like it does.

The love in your eyes
Makes me feel so ashamed
That I'm pushing you aside
I can't bear to have you care
I wish you didn't.

I wish that all my mistakes were mine alone
That I didn't have to look so stupid in front of them
No, please, don't pick up the phone
Dont dial my numbers, please.

But they're still there, and the ringing shatters my ears
Phone ringing off the hook
This is my deepest fear
I can't even bear to look.

Don't you see? I can't answer that phone
Please stop caring about me
I'm ashamed of my self
I want that shame to go away
I want you not to love me
So I don't have to feel ashamed.

This is shame, true and deep
True as red blood does seep
True as a child's unencumbered sleep
Shame of the girl.

He loved me and left me, there it is
And as bad as I want to hold his hand
A wish of lost existance
Is far stronger in my mind.

Standing at a fork in the road
Staring at the dirt
I don't know which way to go
But please don't try to help me
It only hurts me worse you see
I want to simply sit here alone
And not bother you all.

This....

this is what shame truly is.


[b]Pretty Shadows[/b]

The pretty shadows of her soul
Cast into stark relief (the sharp pain
That had pooled inside her) as if she were a bowl

Pretty shadows quickly turn into horrifying demons
Terrors only as great as your imagination though
Your own shadow against you
A hellish nightmare, a cage of your own creation that trapped you.

Shadow of sanity quickly fled
And her ears bled
The cacophony of chaos and confusion
A choir born in morose, spiting rage.

Confusion. That is what it is.

Apperance said it was anger
But the shadow spoke the true form
An ill-disguised confusion
That bred bitterness; emotions sorely torn.

A mask tells lies and nothing more
That's why it's made, that's what it's there for
So turn away and try and ignore
The mask
and consequently
everything hidden beneath.

Ignorance is bliss.

If only she could ignore her reckless cogitations
With every thought she hurts herself worse
Meditation became self-mutilation
And pep talks turned to self-deprication.
Pretty shadows slowly lead to suffocation
The bitter confusion is killing
And all you wanted was all you could never have
So death laid his hands upon you
For you lead them there, in the end.


[b]A kiss.[/b]

A kiss
Kept tightly locked upon lips
Like a whisper'd secret
Held only for another

A kiss
Lingering in bittersweet wait
For her lover's eyes to wake
Inaudible in such a quietly roaring room.

Kissing
Killed with sweet saturnine seclusion
Lost to the world
Like a whisper'd secret
Long forgotten in this catastrophic, chaotic world.

Kissed
A pained memory of the flesh
That goes deeper than the skin
Lips that ate away at her heart
While they sought pleasure from her mouth.

A kiss
Drifting away in oblivion
But ne'er forgotten.


[b]Lover[/b]

you're like a secret I just couldn't keep
although I swore I always would
You're the mystery I never could quite figure
and maybe I don't need to

i'd like to understand this
but maybe I shouldn't
all I took from you was kiss
but it seems like you took so much more from me

and I thought I knew you just a little
but I turn around and you're different
and I thought that I could trust you
But now I'm not so sure.

did you ever really care?
or was that just another lie you told
to win the lady fair
but maybe what you said
maybe it was true after all

in my heart of hearts, believing you would be so much easier
so much easier on my heart
but the doubting voice in me is saying
to be wary of playing the part
of a fool.

and now I'm stuck here wondering
if it even matters anymore.


[b]Heart[/b]

love is a heart
a heart strongly pulsing and beating
pounding the thick blood of emotions
so powerfully through your veins

and what an ethereal feeling
drifting slowly from the ground
don't open your eyes
for fear it might drift away.

the heart beat so steadily
flowing near and true
a wound to it would go deeper
far deeper than we could have ever known

yet so surely as we feared the cut
refused to believe it might happen
there it was
piercing us deeper
ripping in two what once was whole

and now the emotions come spilling out
gushing in this rushing pool of blood
and the pain is so complete
and completly devastating
too weak to die, too hurt to heal the wound.

love is a heart
just as easily torn
and foolishly worn
on the edge of our sleeves.

Whoo, okay, that's enough for tonight. Don't drink and drive, and remember - mashed potatoes can be your friend!

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Newspaper"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]I just loved this one, how you show one use of a paper (functioning as nothing more than something to catch up debree from decorating a room... I think) subtly pointing out how we ignore the troubles it speaks of. And yes, that's how it is unfortunately. What we read in the papers is a perception of a reality, not reality itself. And not many read it, or between the lines. [/color][/size][/font][/color]
[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]Rawr on you ~_^[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Start"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]Once again you hit us with the hidden meanings ~_^ Sure, it can be read as playing a video-game, but also relationships. Life is very much like a video-game, and it is also not. The buttons used to control the game can sometimes be missing, or out of reach. Or you lost the manual and frantically hit the wrong buttons over and over again.[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]I was grinning delightfully when I read this one. [/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Shame"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]When one is alone, the shame does not feel apparent -whereas when you're in the company of others, you're constantly reminded of it ?[/color][/size][/font][/color]
[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]And to overcome something, you must do it alone - or you won't feel that the accomplishment was a step forward.[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]This was slighlty different from your other poems. I'm not sure why. [/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Pretty Shadows"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]What seemed like a safe place, turned out to be more frightful than what you sought refuge from ? (shadows/refuge shields you from the sun/pain, but the shadows/refuge was only a mirage, something created by the sun/pain ?).... yes, I am still tired ^_^;[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"A Kiss"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]So much pain that can be derived from pleasure. Gorgeous.[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Lover"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]And just like secrets, the longer you keep them, the more you question their origin and their intent. [/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=black][b]"Heart"[/b][/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]Oh the imagery, the feel. When we think of Love, we imagine it as a Heart - and a blow to the heart will most likely kill you. Yes.[/color][/size][/font][/color]
[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]I cannot even write anything sensible about this one. Pure beauty.[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=deeppink][font=Verdana][size=1][color=#800000]- Mimmi[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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* salutes Mimmi * Excellent. Yea, Pretty Shadows and Shame are harder to interpret than some of my other poems.

Shame is basically saying "I've done something awful to the people I care most about, and I'm ashamed, I'm so ashamed I wish that I had never met you, and that you didn't care about me, so I wouldn't have to hurt you, and I wouldn't have to be ashamed."

Pretty Shadows is the metaphor of the child's nightmare, his own 'pretty shadows' turning against him and turning into monsters. The evil is only as great as he imagines it to be. Then, using the shadow imagery, the poem transitions into something else, the shadows are truth hidden behind a mask. The mask is that of anger, but what it really hides is confusion. The confusion made her bitter, and she uses the mask to hide how lost and mixed up she really feels.

more poetry...

[b]Halfway[/b]

Halfway there, halfway gone
Halfway to this place I long to call my home
Halfway held by your arms
Star-dazed by this world full of charms.

Halfway in love
Caught between below and above
Halfway between happy and sad
Something so wonderful, why does it make you feel so bad?

We're halfway there.

Middle is a painful place to be
Thoughts are clouded and you can't quite see
The right decision is never clear
Caught at halfway, held back by fears.

Reach for me...just a little closer.


[b]Wasting[/b]

Fill you up with nothing
Doing things over and over that had already been done
Watch the hours tick
Wasting away in the sun

Stupid things meant to make you think you're amused
Life fades faster than words washed in water
While you sat there waiting
Wondering why you bothered.

Wasting away on borrowed time
The mindless tricks that made you laugh
Have dulled you into a comatose illusion
That what you're living is just part of the confusion.

Nothing became your everything
The photograps came out blank
And all the memories we shared
Wasted away, and slowly sank

(to the bottom of oblivion.)


Wasting was inspired by Farenheit 451. You'll understand if you've read the book.

-Karma
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[Bio]

[color=sienna][size=2][b]Halfway[/b]: I think this is describing a significant other that has been rather emotionally neglectful, and they won't listen whenever you try to tell them that.[/size][/color]

[color=#a0522d][size=2][b]Wasting[/b]: This poem may be about the same person, or maybe a friend that's depressed. They think you don't care about them, and/or that nobody cares about them.[/size][/color]

[size=2][color=#a0522d](sorry for not responding to these in a while)[/color][/size]

[Arasoi]

[color=darkslateblue]I can see that you haven't lost your knack for poetry since I last used these boards. I love both of these poems, and I can relate a lot to both of them...at least, my interpretation of them.[/color] [color=#483d8b]First, for [i]Halfway:[/i][/color]

[color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493][QUOTE][color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493]Halfway in love
Caught between below and above
Halfway between happy and sad
Something so wonderful, why does it make you feel so bad?[/color][/color][/QUOTE][/color][/color]
[color=darkslateblue]I know that feeling only too well. It's a feeling I get whenever I start to like anyone; I'm happy when I'm with them, but also sad at the same time because I know that there's no chance for them to feel the same way about me. That is an interesting question: How can something that should be wonderful, liking someone, make you feel so badly at the same time? I only wish I had the answer.[/color]

[color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493][QUOTE][color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493]Middle is a painful place to be
Thoughts are clouded and you can't quite see
The right decision is never clear
Caught at halfway, held back by fears.[/color][/color][/QUOTE][/color][/color]
[color=darkslateblue]Middle is indeed a painful place to be. The emotion of liking or loving someone is both a blessing and a curse; with no way to tell if the person in question feels the same or not, it feels good and hurts at the same time. It feels good because of the possiblity of being able to have a chance with that person, and it hurts because of the thought that the outcome may be the opposite of what is desired. Whether to ask the person out or try to ignore the crush is a decision that always has a highly unclear result until a choice is chosen; and then there is no turning back. Fear is the reason for the hurt that goes along with the good feelings of love, for fear of rejection is what causes the pain.[/color]

[color=#483d8b]And now, my comments for [i]Wasting:[/i][/color]

[color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493][QUOTE][color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493]Fill you up with nothing
Doing things over and over that had already been done
Watch the hours tick
Wasting away in the sun[/color][/color][/QUOTE][/color][/color]
[color=darkslateblue]I know this feeling very well...because it's what I feel every day; empty inside. Each morning I wake up knowing that the new day will be relatively the same as the last; the only difference is the change of date. [/color]

[color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493][QUOTE][color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493]Stupid things meant to make you think you're amused
Life fades faster than words washed in water
While you sat there waiting
Wondering why you bothered.[/color][/color][/QUOTE]
[color=darkslateblue]To keep yourself busy, you would do whatever possible to keep as entertained as possible, pretending to be fine. However, you really know that the useless activities done to keep amused are truly pointless and unproductive. Inside, you know that your efforts are futile, and are trapped in an endless cycle, waiting for something to break you out of it, while knowing that nothing will ever happen and a change from this repetition will never occur.[/color]

[color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493][QUOTE][color=#483d8b][color=#ff1493]Nothing became your everything
The photograps came out blank
And all the memories we shared
Wasted away, and slowly sank

(to the bottom of oblivion.)[/color][/color][/QUOTE][/color][/color][/color][/color]
[color=darkslateblue]What you thought was something ended up not being anything at all, and you were seeing things that were never really there in the first place. However, before realizing this, you had already devoted yourself to what you believed was there. The memories of the way things used to be seem distant, floating away, never to be felt or known again.[/color]

[color=#483d8b]Well, that's what I got out of your poems. I'm not sure if my interpretations were correct; what I took from the poems were lines that touched me based on what I'm feeling right now. And since I made my interpretations based on my feelings, I'm not sure if they're right. But, no matter what the case, both poems are amazing. Great job, Karmi! I can't wait to read more.[/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Lady Nai, this thread is specifically for Karma of Chaos' poetry. Poetry by other people is not accepted. If you wish to post your own poetry, please feel free to start up your own poetry thread. Just remember when you do that there's no double posting allowed, and if you wish to add a poem and no one's replied, edit your previous post. [/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]-- Asphy[/size][/font]

[Mimmsicle]

[b][size=1][color=#800000]Halfway[/color][/size][/b]

[size=1][color=#800000]Ah, the moment before the moment. Where you've taken one step and think of the consequences and possibilites of that move. And you want what you are moving [b]to[/b], to move to [b]you[/b]. [/color][/size]
[size=1][color=#800000]Solemnly beautiful.[/color][/size]

[b][size=1][color=#800000]Wasting[/color][/size][/b]

[size=1][color=#800000]Live in the moment, see the future without focusing too heavily on it. And Explore. [/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]Yeah, I don't know what I'm writing here. Haven't read the book, but the poem was [i]really[/i] good. I just don't feel that there's anything to add to it. Rawr.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]- Mimmi ^_^[/color][/size]

[KarmaOfChaos]

[color=deeppink][size=1]Welcome back to KRMA Radio, at 107.7 FM. Here's a poem duette describing two very exquistitely emotional things, that can be percieved postively and negatively. Then the last poem has its meaning in its title. See if you can find it. Enjoy!

[b]The Kiss[/b]

It came quietly, softly
Yet sweetly sudden
A kiss deep in the lips
Long awaiting unlocking
In the locking of lips.

It came as a whisper
Unexpected and secret
A kiss kept hidden
In the eyes and sighs
of unspoken pleading.

It came passionatly
A brightly dark desire
A kiss dancing
on the edge of thoughts
...fluttering in the air.

It came for only a moment
Then faded while leaving traces
On everything it had touched
A kiss killing
A beloved poison in the blood.


[b]The Scream[/b]

Mouth opened in that eternal scream
Tears shed in darkness go unseen
Wailing silently wishing for numbing anastesia
Thoughts are daggers in a melancholic euphoria.

Soul seeping through a papercut
Staring in shock as time falls into a rut
Then the pain slams into forward and hits full-force
But somehow the scream stays hidden, as the anguish takes its course.

Dreams and hopes into fears corrode
Life collapses and the heart implodes
Veins ridden with vitality slowly wither
Eyes dyed with desperation anxiously quiver.

The scream creates a killing ache
As all the things inside fragment and break
The pressure crushes down and fractures
The smiles and laughter violently shatter.

The scream grows louder
Leaving in its wake nothing but black ashes and powder
The scream finally becomes unbearable
A cacophony so terrible
You die holding it in.


[b]Almost[/b]

The inspiring achingly beautiful emotion
Which we love and hate in the same pained moment--and
Then! silence...a quiet explosion
A breath a sigh a moan a whisper

The notes of a forlorn melody
Bring hope and despair bubbling
To the stagnant surface
Watching the rain puddling.

Lightning strikes--
Hitting the glass roof and reflecting
Infintely faceted burning sensation
A contagious scream infecting

The joy and sorrow and bliss and rage
Reflecting in those glass cages
A window to the soul;
A window which begins to swallow me whole.

I smile all the while
Holding plastic paper hearts
So falsely fragile and torn in two
Unknowning of the spark.

Impregnated with the tumultuous invasion
Of the mind with all these thoughts that bind
And bind and wind and loose salvation
Unable to convey; unable to pray
For the ripping squeezing touching feeling
Of all these multiple parts
Slowly tears and tears apart

An indescribable orgasm of ethereal emotion.

A word on the tip of your tongue that sticks
The incessant rhythm of a clock that ticks

Intangible reality that must be.


-Karma[/size][/color]

[Mimmsicle]

[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=Sienna]Give us more of your lovely poetry Charmi and I shall make an effort to actually put my brain into thought!

Sorry for not trying to analyze the latest batch, but I will try if you whip up your latest creation _^_[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[KarmaOfChaos]

[color=deeppink][size=1]* curtsy *

[b]An Inquisition of Human Emotion[/b]

A dozen blood-red roses
Falling petal by petal
Into a black puddle
Of melted hearts and melted metal

A thick white fog
Draining into the lungs
Permeating every pore
Madness creeping into every core

An echo of a whisper
In the ears of a blushing bride
Softly questioning the ring
She wears with such pride.

A kiss between the eyes
Made of intensely painful anticipation
Builds deep inside
Leaving a sensation of elevation

A quiet life-support system
Keeping the child alive
Parent's hands holding his
The doctor says he might not survive.


[b]Transient Love[/b]

I sing to you my sugar'd lullaby
Hold me as I tremble in fragility
We lie covered in moans and sighs
Yearning for more than our instability.

Languish in this aching balance
And there is an oppressive stillness in the air
Love so hard it turned to malice
Listening to the silence as it rips and tears.

I am caught up in the lucid light
Reflected in your eyes
Like a moth attracted in the dead of night
To the soft glow of a lightbulb's lie.

Transient love which lingers in the corners
Of my mind and soul and heart
And slowly I am dismembered
By the words we never said.

-Karma[/size][/color]