poems, non-related to placebo

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

poems, non-related to placebo

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

Black

Written my feelings down

On this blank piece of paper

I wrote it alone

It feels much safer

Than it ever did with you

You’d look over my shoulder

And you had no clue

I was hurting you see

And I had nothing to live for

Just this constant worry

Please, can I live again?

Not with you not with a friend

I want my life back

I don’t want to live

Like this in black.

Dead

Like this dead plant that lies beside my heart

I suffer the most

Penalties that I find unfair

And steaming tears

You are this being

Yet nothing to me

I am a heart break

A soul a shaking ghost

That does not understand

A bell that songs for you

The deep pitched mist

You’re like this designer

You create my pain

You are the fake angel

Of peace and quiet

Creep, creep, creep

You’re this dieing affectionate lover

Cry my wounds dry

As you made them

You made me bleed

Now heal my pain

You’re sad

So how do I feel?

Im in pain, im suffering

Im gradually falling

Broken, im broken now

Held in my palm

broken

Space

I have never been

To a place like this

But this place ive seen

Ive seen it all before

The darkness

The cold heat

The shadows

The heart beat

The terrifying hands

That grab your attention

The black grain sands

The awkward tension

The sobbing in our mind

The crunching steps behind us

A shock when we look behind

Just disturbed dust

We are alone in this place

No one can hear us

This big empty space

Just us

Notice how their all rather...depressing lol!

puremorning · Member

mines suck
it's in romanian

Si calci
SI te afunzi
Si tragi
Si iti ramine piciorul in noroi
Si iar
Si dai de o piatra
Si stai pe ea
SI dai de alta
Si iar noroiul ce te suge
Si apa
SI iar o piatra
Si iar
SI uite-asa e viata pana mori

I tried to translate it and the rest I have but It lost all its charm and it sounds like ****

And you step
And you go deeper
And you pull
And your leg remains in the mud
And again
And you find a rock in your way
And you sit on it
And you find another one
And again, the mud that sucks you in
And water
And a rock again
And again
And this is life until you die

In viata trebuie sa dai cu coatele
Unde se da cu coatele.. dar si acolo unde nu se da
cand nu se vada
Unde se joaca cinstit, joci cinstit
Unde se triseaza, trebuie sa trisezi "cinstit" - cel ma bine
Cand se fuge fugi
Atunci traiesti bine, esti fericit si cinstit
Daca joci numai cinstit, esti numai fericit
Daca trisezi si dai cu coatele, esti fericit si traiesti bine, dar esti un las
ALEGE

In life you must fight for what you want,
Where is the place to fight, but also where it isn't
when you're not noticed
Where it's played fair, you play fair
Where people are cheating, you must cheat the best
When it's time to run, you run
YOu're happy and honest, then you live good
If you play only fair, you're only happy
If you cheat and fight with everyone, you're happy and you live god but you're a coward
CHOOSE!!

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

They dont suck at all! their REALLY good!

puremorning · Member

if mine are good than yours are the best poems ever...

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

no, yours are really good

dub psychosis · Member

ah, don't be so modest....both are good

here is one i just wrote today on school (during History class...):

Peek to my soul

Daylight covers me
Everything's so blurry
I can't see
My fantasies fade
Everything's gone
It's gone so fast
Underneath my skin.

All is ****ed up
Yeah, it was my fault
What can I say?
What can I do?
There are no regrets
I've got a wicked mind
I can say I'm proud
Proud of those mistakes
Of those crimes
Those are sins
Sins I can't erase or forget
They're all carved in my arms
My arms are completely tattoed
With bloody red ink.

puremorning · Member

it's really good
I like it

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

woah, thats really good well done!!!!

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

Children

Their happy smiles seem awkward

They’re little feet seem to tire

You’re pushing their feet forward

They want to fall into the fire

Their cradling they’re arms

Like when they’re mother cradled them

Don’t set of the alarms

Just for them to condemn

Falling back into their darkness

Like the windows on the house

Like blacked eyes staring into the mess

They’re t-shirts tear douse

Little kids they are

Sitting alone in they’re room

No glowing light star

To take away the doom

Will · Member

i just wonna say for futher notice, you guys should be writting lyrics for my band and not me. coz you guys are good

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

I'm sure your lyrics are really good, Post them here

Will · Member

their not, and first i have to find them, i sorta lost them in that tip of a room. but i'll dig them out

puremorning · Member

POST THEM HERE AS SOON NAS YOU FIND THEM!! PLS

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

Yeha. please do

Bloodline_Blue · Member

I used to write, no longer. It has all been hidden away.

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

do you have any old poems you can share with us?

Bloodline_Blue · Member

Alas the justification to the centre didn't work..

It doesn't really work when aligned to the left like that.

Bloodline_Blue · Member

Winter Frame

In the depths of winter all things are reduced
to their Spartan essentials.
We see the bones of the land,
the bones of trees,
streams frozen into cold hard veins,
the stark elegance of the underlying structure of life.
We see the frailty of our own mortal flesh,
the cracked, yet lasting structure
of our own bones -
our brittle bid for eternity.

(I thought it rather apt for this time of year.)

-- Edited by Bloodline_Blue at 20:31, 2004-12-19

-- Edited by Bloodline_Blue at 20:36, 2004-12-19

-- Edited by Bloodline_Blue at 20:43, 2004-12-19

Bloodline_Blue · Member

The poem needs editing though. It says brittle twice, one could be replaced with feeble I suppose but I know not which, nor whether feeble would be the right word. I can't decide whether it would sit well or badly so close to 'frailty'.

Argh!

Bloodline_Blue · Member

Frivolity over, centre-justification sorted, poem pretty-much redone.

Hannah_Molko · Moderator

wow...I really really like that!!!!!!! well done!!!

Bloodline_Blue · Member

Quietly pleased that you like it, I posted it more out of curiosity than anything else. I've not done anything vaguely poetical for years. Not since the lower school, than last night, that.

It's a bit darker than it could be but then even when I was young, pure and innocent, I didn't write cheerfully.

Bloodline_Blue · Member

One suspects that one will again be unable to write for another five years until out of the blue a poem will again surface.

Bloodline_Blue · Member

This is cerainly not mine, but I found it in a book on new years eve. It's interesting, at the very least.

"Le Vampire"

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,

De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
— Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme le forçat à la chaîne,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne
— Maudite, maudite sois-tu!

J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.

Hélas! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
«Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
À ton esclavage maudit,

Imbécile! — de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire!»

— Charles Baudelaire

The Vampire

Thou, sharper than a dagger thrust
Sinking into my plaintive heart,
Thou, frenzied and arrayed in lust,
Strong as a demon host whose art

Possessed by humbled soul at last,
Made it thy bed and thy domain,
Whore to whom I am bound fast
As is the convict to his chain,

The stubborn gambler to his dice,
The rabid drunkard to his bowl,
The carcass to its vermin mice —
O thrice-accursèd be thy soul!

I called on the swift sword to smite
One blow to free my life of this,
I begged perfidious aconite
For succor in my cowardice.

But sword and poison in my need
Heaped scorn upon my craven mood,
Saying: "Unworthy to be freed,
From thine accursed servitude,

O fool, if through our efforts, Fate
Absolved thee from thy sorry plight,
Thy kisses would resuscitate
Thy vampire's corpse for thy delight.

(Something distinctly Zoe-esque about that, good poem though, á mon avis..)

-- Edited by Bloodline_Blue at 23:30, 2005-01-05