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« Reply #3255 on: May 22, 2019, 19:12:54 »
I think I remember this one... was it?

You're right, but I changed a pair of lines.
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« Reply #3256 on: May 25, 2019, 08:49:45 »
Just another autumn songie
(yes, it's a song lyrics not a poetical poetry by poeticizing poets)

The mornings get frosty, my hair grows long.
And I leave my footprints on the sideways of roads.
(I do realize that "long" and "roads" are shitty rhymes but it sound okay while singing)

Walking through empty streets,
Kicking trash out of my way to nowhere
With the handfuls of dreams
And that bittersweet scent in the air.

Would you smile at me
As I’m passing by smiling at you?
Under morning sky’s dome
Of impossible shade of light-blue.

Hours turn into miles as my shadow grows long.
And I try to realize when the whole world went wrong.

Would you appreciate
If I put on this transparent world
Like the naked king’s dress
Covered with web and pure gold?

Picking windfalls of tunes
For the songs I’ll never complete
Under morning sky’s dome
Of the autumn we will never meet.
Nice, but sad :P ;) Anyway, your self-deprecatory tone makes me insecure about my own verses! As for me, it's quite "poetical poetry" :D  ;D ;D ;D
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« Reply #3257 on: May 25, 2019, 09:43:55 »
Nice, but sad :P ;) Anyway, your self-deprecatory tone makes me insecure about my own verses! As for me, it's quite "poetical poetry" :D  ;D ;D ;D
Well, I meant that the tune was primary and I had to write something so the tune wasn't left alone. Accidentally it appeared to be okay. In fact I don't quite like poetry (especially my own) but sometimes I have to write it to express something I cannot express in some another way. Thus I have a respect for an easy-writing persons who doesn't make it a problem.
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« Reply #3258 on: May 25, 2019, 17:59:38 »
Well, I meant that the tune was primary and I had to write something so the tune wasn't left alone. Accidentally it appeared to be okay. In fact I don't quite like poetry (especially my own) but sometimes I have to write it to express something I cannot express in some another way. Thus I have a respect for an easy-writing persons who doesn't make it a problem.
;D I guess we all, who write in this thread, have the same need to write it to express something that cannot be expressed differently... Nicely put, by the way!  :) :D And I'd like to read more poems/lyrics from you, if possible? :)
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« Reply #3259 on: May 25, 2019, 18:06:48 »
***
Mother
Now you’re so far from me
I feel celebratory
I love you, mother
Please, stay away from me
It isn’t obligatory
To love me

Is there any hurt stronger
Is there any road longer
Than the one that took you
Away from me
Was it on the day I was born
I didn’t want to make you feel torn
Mother
Between love as a must
And hate as a natural impulse
I made you laugh
As a child
Through constant fight
With you I grew up
I had a strange mind
I still have it
You were ashamed
I understand
I tried to blend
In but always looked different
You praised me when it could bring
Some social dividend
Yet you never believed
It was imminent

You could support
But you quickly forgot
I needed it

A subject of ridicule
In my own family
A joke that is
Somehow respected
And befriended
By many
Nobody can tame me
But I love everyone
Even those hurting me
Like you
I value
That people can bear with me

Mother
Now you’re so far from me
I feel celebratory
I love you, mother
Please, stay away from me
It isn’t obligatory
To love me

And I don’t cry about you, mother
You taught me not to cry
I remember every hug, mother
I will remember till I die
Each one

You are always so official, mother
When dealing with me
Mother, it isn’t crucial
To praise people for liking me
Many strangers had to mother me
So I could live, finally

Mother
Now you’re so far from me
I feel celebratory
I love you, mother
Please, stay away from me
It isn’t obligatory
To love me

***
Why so desolate
Why so broken
So many were asking me
While I was rocking
My inner child to sleep
Without you, I couldn’t do it
In a sense
I am your child

My constant fight
With you — against myself
Against love itself
What was I fighting with?..
I’m still not entirely at ease
With the idea of you loving me
Not as a baby
Not as a crying soul that lost all control
Of her own spirit
Yet when I look into it
The feeling
I have is of being awake
As a woman
I desire
What I never allowed
Even thinking of

I sink deep into my love
Who you are to me
Is a sentence
I’m not questioning
My acceptance
Can’t be challenged now

I don’t know how
I have no idea
Yet you’re not that far
And I have no fear

Why so desolate
Why so broken
So many were asking me
While I was rocking
My inner child to sleep
My precious love will only come from above.

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« Reply #3260 on: May 25, 2019, 21:21:25 »
:D And I'd like to read more poems/lyrics from you, if possible? :)

Fortunately nothing new lately :)
Btw the last poem (and some older ones) by you reminded me of Sopor Aeternus/Anna Varney's songs about his/her mother, but those were much more hateful.
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« Reply #3261 on: May 26, 2019, 11:28:21 »
Fortunately nothing new lately :)
Btw the last poem (and some older ones) by you reminded me of Sopor Aeternus/Anna Varney's songs about his/her mother, but those were much more hateful.
Ok, I'll take it as a "because everything's fine" ;)
Mmm, thanks for mentioning, I actually didn't listen to her much since I was pulled off the gothic orbit (of course except Lacrimosa and a few others), now I'll do this (how could I forget it?..) Hate...it is such a complicated topic for me, to be honest. I experience it very rarely and in short glimpses and always feel ashamed afterward, and thus I'm sort of unsettled/scared seeing/hearing it coming from other people, but the music somehow allows for it without being scary (a mystery of mysteries to me still  ;D). And as Sopor Aeternus is always so graceful, I'm sure even hate can be transformed into a jewel by Anne Varney's soul and heart :) As for my mother and my poems... I don't hate her at all. Everyone has their reasons to be this way or that way, and I'm sure that a complicated relationship with a close one is complicated for both persons. I, at least, have the opportunity to somehow express it and thus be able to move on. And I have no idea how it was, is -- and above all, will be -- within her about this all. I don't believe it ever was really easy for her.
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« Reply #3262 on: May 26, 2019, 18:19:47 »
Hope this helps you to settle your relationships with mother in some way. Also thanks for your answer.
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« Reply #3263 on: May 27, 2019, 20:16:35 »
Hope this helps you to settle your relationships with mother in some way. Also thanks for your answer.
:D No problem. I don't feel comfortable with sharing that all but... in all truth, I know I'm far from the only one who has a strained relationship with a really close family member. So in case, any such soul stumbles upon it...it's good to have it explained somewhere. Plus, to be honest, my mother and I are fine. The key to peace was to realize that things don't always go according to plan, and it's beyond your control. You can't pick your initial family and you can't change adult people. What society shows as the only true correct family and relationships within it is not true for many people (I actually find it cruel to many, but it's another topic...) and that your biological mother/father and the person who actually played the role might be different people. More than that, that role might be spread across several people in your life. And there's nothing bad in it. It's just another, less known formation style of a personality. Family is also a specter, so to say. 
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« Reply #3264 on: May 27, 2019, 20:22:04 »
***
The mist is coming up
Obscuring me
From sight

Where goes the light
When you blow out
The candle?

A cloud of splendor
Surrounds me
The mist is vapor —
Each droplet is a feast
Of color and reflection —
Earth’s tinted tears

My mind still fears
My heart still hears
The music

I’m fusing
Fears with thoughts
My sanity I fought
For and with
Is a cold precise lancet
Tearing through me
As I doctor my reality
It is a banality
And I know it wouldn’t work

Come, hear me talk
With my fingers weaving
Through time and space
I try hard to keep it
In my grasp —
But all is sand

How would it end
If there’s no end?

I slowly walk
In the mist surrounding me
Through
Different stages of life
Different ages yet the time
Stands still within me
For eons I am here
And I’m not quite there yet

The ice has melted
The wall is gone
I’m liberated
I’m not alone
Come, take my hand and
Let’s walk some more
Together

I see a feather
Behind me
And it’s white

The mist is coming up
Obscuring me
From sight

Come find me
My true love
« Last Edit: May 27, 2019, 20:27:47 by egonSchiele »
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« Reply #3265 on: May 27, 2019, 21:28:34 »
Hope this helps you to settle your relationships with mother in some way. Also thanks for your answer.
And thank you for your concern... I'm a bit too much into this all still so somehow forgot to say it.
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« Reply #3266 on: June 04, 2019, 20:02:12 »
***
Perfume
Let me put on some

Delve
Deeper

Question more

I remember sentences

I remember whispers

She was teaching me the right way to play music
She told me people are happy to die
If they can have work
Because that painful death will come later
And now you can live as if you are not doomed
But we are all doomed anyway
Death will come for all

I recall
How I thought but didn't pronounce
That sentence
"But children are born.
Children are kept being born!"

Perfume
Let me put on some

What brought them all there?
A hope for a better future
A mad dance for a chance
To pull out a winning ticket
The Russian roulette
That is your best option
There is no emotion
There is no word

Delve
Deeper

Stories I know
And I can't unlearn them
A constant backdrop
Against my own story
The price of naivety
The cost of giving in
To a sweet promise
The consequences
Of blissful ignorance
The power play
Of the giants
Who are ants

Perfume
Let me put on some

I remember sentences

I remember whispers

Things are made to look one way
To hide the reality
To distract from it

Lies that console you
So you lose time
That you could live

Question more

I remember sentences

I remember whispers

She was teaching me the right way to play music
She told me people are happy to die
If they can have work
She was quick to console me
Don't think so much
You just think too much
There is no reason to worry

Perfume
Let me put on some

Here birds are singing
But I see words from an old book
"Cover yourself with a blanket
And you would be saved"
"The earth trembles
And the giant mushroom
Is so big"
"He was laughing
At the name of his desease
He was too healthy
To believe in it"

And I hear another morning
Other birds singing
And a voice over our heads:
"It is better to have it quick
I'll be honest with you
And in all this
I'm supposed to tell you
There's nothing new
That you don't know"

Perfume
Let me put on some
Let me stop thinking
Let me dream of light and laughter
People live everywhere
I shouldn't doom them before their time

The biggest crime
Is always done in silence

Delve
Deeper

Question more

I remember sentences

I remember whispers

I let it go --
I will never be able to let it go

Perfume
Let me put on some
My precious love will only come from above.

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« Reply #3267 on: June 05, 2019, 09:20:35 »
The sweet sense you were near
nearer than nearest near
your soft voice whisphering
it'll all be ok
the pounding of your heart
surrounding me with your love
who are we after all?
judgmental sarcificing ourself for none
demons telling us what's right
and forgetting thereby what life is for
hidden places in myself
I knew they were there,
we were there before
you came, you left,
please help me find the way
your nearness eases the earthly pain
feeling the urge, the calling
is it this? what I've been waiting for?
turning dust to light
seeing softness in harshness
I could not do untill your nearness
crying no longer helps
I guess I lost the ability to feel
along, feel, turning twist
isn't it enough to say I miss you?
the ardour of your soul
the radiation of your being fulfills
why where we put thousand miles apart?
holding on to the knowledge
we know, don't we?
When you can dream it, you can do it!

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« Reply #3268 on: June 05, 2019, 09:27:14 »
Soft raindrops  calling my name
there's a hurricane in my heart
I had no idea how it'd feel to lose you
fear though, I had enough,
yet I pushed you away, urged you to go
the tears run down as the storm gains strength
there's too much in my head
my soul lays dying seeing time ticking
so much to do and yet here I am
waiting
eternally in vein for something to happen
cannot find the activate button
feeling useless and used, abused
waiting
when the last raindrop falls
the last tears dry out
my face turns into grimaces of horroful painful thoughts
demons of old are back
I'm longegonelost forevermore neverback
my deepest desire is just to love
forget the games, the complexity
because we are no complex being
we are just we, we are.
When you can dream it, you can do it!

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« Reply #3269 on: June 06, 2019, 21:43:56 »
***
Words
I feel I’m losing them
I see them falling from my weak hands
The building blocks of a bridge
To life and future
Words
I feel them falling

Notes
I sense them waiting on my fingertips
I may not pronounce but they exist
I can almost touch them
Notes
Are crying

Time
Is running through me
The bribed wire

Words
I feel I’m losing them
I see them falling from my weak hands
The building blocks of a bridge
To life and future
Words
I feel them falling

Friend, are you a friend to me?
Fiend, are you a fiend to me?
One letter decides
Yet I will not get that letter
My precious love will only come from above.