Poetry Journal...Sorta...

[KayLenny#7 offline]

That one was awesome! You two should be famous! D:

[Just_Jaine offline]

That was sooo much fun to write. Plus the quality did not go down because of the length. Great job Shi_Min_Xi.

Thanks Number 7

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Thanks Jaine, same to you

This poem took us 3 days! 3 days because of time difference, parents interfereing blah blah blah....

Thanks Numbuh 7! You really think we're that good?

[KayLenny#7 offline]

You really think we're that good?

Well, I haven't seen any better.

[Lani offline]

:O! That was really long (hee hee, 1111 words xD)! But it was really good, too! Like Numbuh 7 said... I've never seen better xD;;

Keep it up! x3

[YDV offline]

o___O;;

You're trying to make me cry, aren't you? (CONSPIRACY!! xDD sorry) I mean seriously you have like no idea how much I relate to that ^^;

Awesome poem, guys, very powerful. (Length doesn't bother me lol)

[MY85 offline]

Songs And Poetry at BKO... if you're interested... there was already a thread for it. But I'll let this one live.

[Stonecreek]

ARe you sure you two aren't the same person? Your combined efforts flow so smoothly and read so well that I swear you're sharing a cranium sometimes. And Jaine, I'm not the only one who's written a shower poem now. Or at least, that is what it seemed like to me.

I PMed Shi_Min_Xi a day or two ago when I discovered that thread in BKO. Is there any way to combine the two threads? A lot of people posted there that do not frequent this thread, and I'd like to know why.

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Are you sure you two aren't the same person? Your combined efforts flow so smoothly and read so well that I swear you're sharing a cranium sometimes.

We can assure you we're two different people...But thanks for the compliment

I PMed Shi_Min_Xi a day or two ago when I discovered that thread in BKO. Is there any way to combine the two threads? A lot of people posted there that do not frequent this thread, and I'd like to know why.

Same here....

[KayLenny#7 offline]

Okay. I just wrote a poem for the heck of it. I really discourage critisizm of any sort (constructive or otherwise). It's probably the only poetry I'll ever write anyways.

EDIT: Positive feedback is welcome.

I look around at my surroundings.
It is as if I am in a pitch black room overlooking an ideal world.
I call out; some people stop to see if anyone is home, but to them, there is nothing inside.
They go through the day; all of them the same.
They pretend that they have more problems than anyone else and that they have no one to run to.
Can they not see the blessings before them?
Or the people who actually do have relevance behind their claims?

Why do my calls for help go unnoticed?
Why is the only thing seen, that of a negative perception?
Slowly the black gets blacker
And the ideal world drifts beyond reach.
I fall into my subconscious and see what has been a part of me for so long.
All these feelings that I never wanted to feel become my reality.
Et senilinol tahit si ni im tirae.

[emoBillâ„¢ offline]

Here's mine on what Jeremie's acting like lately:

He's so distant
It's like a stranger has woken up in his body
He never talks
Eats
Or even sleeps
It's so odd how he can contrast his behavior
I thought I was the light of his life
Isn't there something I can do to get him to listen?
In the dark
I wait
And he's still not there
Maybe he's mad at me
Sad
Or even happy but afraid to show it
I don't know what's wrong with him
But I'll find out
Someday

Isn't it kawaii?

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Don't kill me for this but I liked your poem Numbuh 7!

Err Aelita, as much as I liked your poem, could you please comment on the other poems that were posted here as well? Thanks! (BTW, that's an interesting poem from Aelita's POV...)

[emoBillâ„¢ offline]

Oh sorry! I shall do that from now on. Thanx for the comment!

Yeah, that was nice Numbuh 7!

Here's another one...one about Ulrich and Yumi!

They're always fighting
It's like they don't want to love each other
I know they're in love
But they don't seem happy with each other
Isn't there something I can do to help them
My own love life is failing
Why does this happen to everyone I know?

Also in Aelita's POV.

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Definitly something Aelita would say. Nice job.

(Yay! We got another contributer!!)

[TB3]

That last one sounds a little depressant - Aelita seems to find the Yumi/Ulrich dynamic entertaining in the show.

[KingCheez offline]

Poetry is like
Eating a bag of milk
With similies and metaphors
I fell asleep on my arm.

That's my rap. Rap-poem. Rap is just poems in fractured English.

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

That last one sounds a little depressant - Aelita seems to find the Yumi/Ulrich dynamic entertaining in the show.

Well, good point. But after reading her earlier poem about Jeremie just a few seconds earlier...I kept that in mind while reading this...Which is why they sound like what Aelita would say...

[emoBillâ„¢ offline]

That last one sounds a little depressant - Aelita seems to find the Yumi/Ulrich dynamic entertaining in the show.

Well...I am very depressed right now...Jeremie doesn't seem to want to talk to me anymore...and everything seems so terrible nowadays...

I'm sorry I am sad like this...I'll try to be happy...

Good one, KingCheez! I laughed a lot...

[Crazy_For_Christ. offline]

Shi_Min_Xi, how do you write these Poems? *Holds up a Microphone to his/her mouth with a T.V camera behind*

[YDV offline]

I assume they come from some deep chasm within his head, and then he moves his fingers on the keyboard. :O

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Shi_Min_Xi, how do you write these Poems?

What YDV said...lol

Well most of them come from my personal feelings and what could happen if a certain something happened...Then I try to put those ideas into a poetic form. I've been putting off poetry for a little while to finish this tale of mine for English....If I get the chance I met post it somewhere....

[Stonecreek]

Shi_Min_Xi has been discussing this with Jaine and I, and we agree - it is time for the poetry journal to come to an end. So, we have farewell poems for it. I have one already written, but it's at home; I'll have to post it tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll wing one here:

Wrecking Ball

Sentimentality echoes against the barren walls
once holding the promise of things far above us.

But the structure is not sound.

It shakes in its foundation,
crumbles on the inside,
decays without a thought.

Neglect is a funny thing.

The damage is always done without the realization
that you're hurting what you once, and still do love.

Try as we might, we can't repair the scuffed facade,
so we lob rocks through the windows
just to mask the deeper ache within.

And one day we come back, longing for what has been,
To find the edifice wiped away, a bulldozed plot of land.
We smile amidst the tears,
for we must destroy to try again.

[oddson offline]

this may be ramdom but

i like poems

[Stonecreek]

One last poem, then I'll let the true maestros (Shi_Min_Xi and Jaine) take over.

The Cancer

Something flickered and died inside
with a whimper and not a bang,
not missed by its extended family
due to the prolonged goodbye.

Eradicated, not by a hiatus,
but by a cancerous growth
left, untended, to fester inside
and atrophy the bonds of trust.

We can't pretend we didn't know -
how could we ever forget?
Instead, the focus is on the negative
and not on the gifts bestowed.

Widely decried, yet seemingly unheard
(but what isn't shunned these days?)
The end fo the line actually came
before we'd ever written a word.

So we unplug the life support
and watch the monitor go flat.
Deep inside, we bury the remorse
and long for the friend we had to abort.

[Just_Jaine offline]

Hello amigos! I am back for now. Anyhow I have been away for a while now, for various reasons as well as the obvious. Well that’s beside the point. DD asked me to right a poem several months ago. And I must say I was quite distracted. I did attempt to write some poetry how ever none of it ever felt right and the even this poem I am not completely happy with it. Well here you go…

I’m wiped around
In an unseen something
My soul is beaten
As if it were nothing
I’m the wounded one now
With no crutch to lean up on
No somebody to pick me up
Off of the ground

Life is full of mysteries
And yet I have no key
To unlock the door

I hear you talking to them
Your voice brimming with concern
Your eyes carrying worry
I wish sometimes that-
That I was your friend
That I could confined in you
That you would be there
When I need a friend
That I would never
Have to feel alone
To have my eyes on the lurk of tears
To look around in that desolate face
To feel alone
That this is my fate