I guess this is the right place? I'm really interested in reading other KR members' poetry. I'm sure we have a lot of talented poets.

This is a very rough draft... I started writing it today.

[for Molly]

I can smell the smoke in your hair
and as I brush the dirt from your clothing, I think to myself,
she barely made it out alive.
You, baby you can be your own Hell sometimes
but I want to take you high and above.
I want to prove to you that there’s something above this,
that Heaven does exist.
There’s a whole world you haven’t seen.
It’s dancing right above your head,
celestial beings, love and light. Life,
life after your sudden death.
So if, by chance, you decide to take my hand
Then I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.
Maybe you’ve lost your faith in love but I know,
I know that I can bring it back.
Run away with me, lost girls trying,
Trying to find their place in life,
Finding love and losing loss.
Comfort in each others' arms.

Hayleys poem:
All I Can see are dead bodies
Rampaging struggling
Through the midst’s of sin
I can’t believe this place I’m in
This is not thin, not fair
Just look into the devils eyes
And stare
She’s dead
I said
She’s dead
The car chopped off her head
She wed
The demon’s eyes
I lied
When she died
I did care
It’s just that
I hide my feelings too much
To say
I’ll remember you anyway

Ok. I'm abit shy about this one because it's ever so personal. And nobody gets what its about. But I just want to confirm that it's about an old love, who has the nicest blue eyes that I've ever seen, and I use to describe them as Ocean Eyes.. BEFORE i read the Lovely Bones!!


Today,

I've begun again

I've craved to dive inside turquoise oceans

Warm, Inviting sea's of Blue

Dirty water, How I associate You

Today,

Oh, It's beginning...

That famillia notion of Desire and Need

Hoping, Yearning ; Selfishness, Greed

Ocean Eyes;

I've never been hesitant to jump right inside

Allowing Myself to experiance the ride -

Sunshine/Tornado's, the dangerous storms

Proving your Devotion in such Frightening forms..

Accasionally smothered in unconditional warmth,

Yet, additionally,

Never discovering that satisfaction

A missing part in an addictive jigsaw..

Find a piece, Some missing pieces,

I wan't more, I WANT MORE

I'll demand but you will only hear me

As you bask in my emotional torment



Today,

I've shed tears -

How you claim to be so Infactuated by an 'Angel',

Only makes things difficult for whom wears the Halo



I am Exhausted

Whore after whore

Queing outside your Bedroom door,

There's enough happening -

More important things to Lose my Mind about...

But Today,

I began to Wish

To fantasise Wildly

That to Love and Not have You

Was the only Thing I had to Suffer

I've lost One's sanity,

So I lost my Home

I lost half a Parent,

And all I've ever known

No House, Madhouse

Soberiety Irrevocable

"Thats Just the Way It Is "



So Today -

And probably Tomorrow -

And all the Tomorrows After -

I'll keep Longing..



That to drown inside Murky Blue

Is to Loose My Breath Inside of You

Today,

I'll Promise

That I won't Struggle To Squirm My way Out

Of Your Horiffic Depths,

I love You.

nicole28, i like the "no house, madhouse". heres my very short poem.

A copy that is you
Of a copy which is your girlfriend
Fat leeches sucking dry the words
Pretentiousness

The puppet leech
Her words are now yours
Covered in drool

She brings you to a dinner party
And the feast:
A white man

I'll post two of mine.


I don't understand it at all
How blood flows and muscles ache
And eyes blink and hearts pump
Like how I don't know why you're here
Or where you came from
How I ended up on the couch
Holding you like a child
Like my child
And loving you with everything I've ever had
And when I asked you why I've come this far
When you showed me to the bathroom mirror
I didn't know who I was looking at.
Or why it was me and you.
It's only now that I realize
Why certain people were born in certain places
Under certain stars and from certain parents
Why people meet under ugly circumstances
With the fallouts of their lives and their misconceptions in the air
When they think they're right in their hands
When you think you know everything and how it all turns out
What's meant to be and to die
Until you find what you've been living for.
I don't know why we're all living here
I don't know why things happen. where and when and how they do.
But I think it's a sign
When you meet someone that can fog out everything in your mind
Except what happens between the two of you
As long as it's beautiful, and it definitely always is
When you can't wait for tomorrow, knowing that you'll wake up and they'll love you
When you hate tomorrow, knowing that love is a decision, and that people never stop changing their minds
Or the absent ability to control them, or even listen to them at all
When you don't know yourself enough to say with confidence that there's a reason why you are where you are
It's like the stuffed animal you loved when you were so little
It's always there for you, until you mess it up.
Drop it off a bridge, or slide it in the oven
But you can't just sit it on the shelf, because you love it too much
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes you have to take chances
It's just that I've never had wings before
But flying comes so naturally.
I want to stay this high forever.


Dear Babydoll [A Confession.]
when love creates a poison
so contagious that you can't touch him
i think that you're in the wrong place.
and when he held me close
to reinact the scenes permitted
i closed my eyes and played the part
with the innocence of a virgin kiss
chasing the night through the garden and over the fence.
and it's a repulsive thing
when you're ashamed of the one you love
enough to kiss them in the dark
when no one's looking.
and the world is asleep
or inside, tossing and turning
to a broken 45
or a forced love scene on the television
it's not something you can dream to
and they know that she's a lie
so dear babydoll,
what drove you crazy?
was it daddy in the front lawn
or the dresses in the attic?
cuz i can see them
golden threaded and from a place i can't imagine
hanging dead, reflections in your crying eyes
hiding everything you've felt
everything that no one ever knew
like the secret i've kept
because hate holds a and t and e
and so does the word beautiful.
it's exactly what i've always thought you were.

I'm probably gonna regret posting this.


Friday morning, whiskey shits
Stripper got me for all I had
9 miles of leg on nubian goddess
Way too drunk to get hard
but I sprayed my lust over all--
gallons of
gushing
goo-- all for you.
Your peers have nothing-
sloppy nipple, poorly placed tattoos,
stench of spent cocks - false hope.
But you were all a boy could want--
skin like black shine ice
bent over singing freedom songs
manslaughter eyes, wishful lips,
realizing puzzles nuzzled in your hips
One good lustfuck-
in the name of justice, of course.
Those white girls should just go home
to their little dogs and VH1.
But you shall remain!
Let me lick at, look at
your cozy cooch-
sent to me by my friend Jesus---
bless him
I have respect-
even your devil tongue teasing - and your -
right up and leaving---
to liquefy the lap of another lush...
9 seconds later.
So I go home
jerk off
smoke a cigarette
pass right out. But ---
I once loved you.

W.Wanker, I actually really, really love that.

right on. thanks i guess. it was sort of silly but i guess i always liked it too. couple years ago i wrote it.

Not sure why I'm posting it here, but I was just cleaning my room and found some old notes from about a year ago. That was around the time I joined Kittyradio and I had a worst depression, which is of course over now.
These are some short so-called poems, very repetitive, but I wrote them all on one particular evening in a cab on my way from a club. I guess it's more like a work in progress, but I never finished it, since thankfully I'm not in the state I used to be back then. The whole events of that night are perfectly described by the Smiths in How soon is now. I went to the club on my own, left on my own, went home put on The Void by the Raincoats, cried and wanted to die. I never really wrote poetry, but I guess it was just overwhelming. Freaks me out, now that I read it.

Black Cab
I'm rushing up and down the streets
Going to the places,
Where nobody is waiting for me.
In my black bubble
I'm always alone.
I stop at the traffic lights
In the black cab next to me
Two men are kissing
They are happy, they've got each other.
Green light takes them back
Our ways will never cross again.


Ghost
Nothing has changed when I died:
Planes are still spinning in the skies,
Red buses and black cabs,
People, thousands of them
They walk, drive, fly through me
And they don't see me
That's alright - I'm dead.

***
People on the streets,
They've got dead faces
Their eyes are empty
They look through me
I walk with them
I take opposite direction
It doesn't make a difference
For them I'm dead

* * *

When I died people were wondering
Why? What happened?
She was young and beautiful
She lived in a wonderful city
She bought all the shoes
and dresses she wanted
How could she ever have
Any reasons to be unhappy?

I lie here in my coffin
young and beautiful
I have my best dress and shoes on
There is no reason to be unhappy
I died long time ago
I was dead anyway.

Frank Zappa was the frickin' king
Katie Holmes still ain't got no ring
Courtney can kick Madonna's ass
Yep, she'd defo come in last
AOL is my best friend
they'll stay with me until the end
Full moon must be out
people scream and shout
So bark at the moon
(oh yes, I'm a loon)
Godzilla rules!
that much is true
Oh, and hello VioletPrue

haha, you like have like the magic like with your words..

Oh my love
What went wrong?
You caught rabies
In your soul.
Did I infect you you?
Can we still have rabies sex?
Like dirty rotten junkie scum in New Orleans?
Remember that tank top you bought me?
You wrote "youre gorgeous" on it.
Thanks for that.
I use it as a cumrag.

Who's this asshole in my bed
Have no idea
But gave him head
Yes I march to my own drum
And I blame it on the rum
Detox, you say?
What the hell for
Still not rotten
To the core

Waking up
Another day
Another sun
Another afternoon
Think im turning into a loon.

They say I'm crazy
Who gives a fuck?
They're not there
When I'm down on my luck
The rent was due
and I was broke
just forgot
and took a toke
Saturday's here
lots to fear
neighbor's kids screaming
in my ear
Could watch tv
but can't hear shit
these parents need help
or I'll have a fit

roses are red
violes are blue
this thread sucks
so fuck you!

sexy......... bitch

its a haiku!

i like that. i like it lots. but it is sad.

i like it as well. it somehow reminds of some poetry by a guy called Bruce Dawe, but it is not much like it

Oh so bored
So bored of life
Why not?
Think Ill kill my wife.
Shes always been a bitch.
Think ill burry her
Throw her in a ditch
God Damned witch.
She'll probably complain about the dirt.

I like that one!