Dark alleyways, and smoky bars
Settle down
That's what they do.
That's what I do.

Restless insomniacs
Settle down
When they daylight starts,
and their bellies are full.

Down deep
Settle down.
The acid betrays me,
and cool tile finds my face.

Sweet dreams
settle down
Into the loving embrace
of an empty sleep.

Quiet tears
settle down
onto the same
cold floor that welcomed me.

Settle down.
Settle down,
my sweet compatriot,
there will be plenty of time
Settle down.
Settle down,
beautiful mistress,
and I will see you soon.
Where the moon meets the sky,
there are the dreams of those
who never knew not to die.

I never learned,
what I did not know.
I never saw,
that which I did not show.

In the firelight,
crisp faeries dance
among those burnt embers,
I danced.

In that fire,
she had a face.
Along a river,
she had a name.

And when the wind came,
it blew her name away.

I started searching
in the valleys and the mountains
and all i heard were echoes.

In those echoes,
she lurked in the shadows.
I never knew her,
I never saw her,
I never dreamed.

Who's going to carry my cross?
All the way to Golgotha.

I didn't realize this was a quiz.
I would have marked all C's.
I didn't know
my life was
a balanced scorecard
measuring operations
with financials.
If I would have known,
I could have studied.
I mean
I should at least get to study.
Just another hour?
Just another day?
Just another lifetime?

I promise.
If your whispers were made of words,
they would form the name
of an undercurrent
in the nature of horror,
and form the tone
of whatever hell is.

I saw your picture
In a book.
It reminded me of
a dream we used to have.

Walking down a beach,
you told me
Everything.
I didn't care.
I didn't bother to listen.
You were telling me
The future.
-------------------------

Dreams die.
Written across the eyelids
of humanity.
They die.
Swept away
by the reality of this world.
You'll see them again
some day.
In the great misty,
float on by.

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Cancer is just abnormally rapid growth.
How radical an idea that is?
When you have sex with an overweight pox ridden woman?
Do you know her face?
Do you touch her wrinkles?
When you fuck a man you don't love?
Do you know their smell?
Do you see
That they feel the same for you.
Does it repulse you?
Does it make you vomit?
Love is a many splendored thing,
with many splinters.
I'll put on my rose-colored glasses
and sip from my cheap wine.
Wake me when we get to the end
of this tawdry fairy tale.

fairies.....hmmm....very nice very nice your work has class....
Lesa...

Beautiful

Snow falls on broken hearts.
Every snowflake,
Every heartbreak
is unique,
different.

In the slummy shades of Farish street,
I knew love.
It came in the form
of a mocha skinned beauty.
Her name not important.

In the penthouse of a Hilton,
I knew love,
It came in the form
of an olive angel.
Her name not important.

In the high school halls,
I knew love,
It came in the form,
of a blonde haired, blue-eyed goddess,
Her name not important.

There are many roads to Xanadu.
There are many impasses along the way.
In the struggle,
We find a breeze to hold,
and drift along the river.

A few of them almost remind me of Cure songs.
I like your style of writing. More like songs than poetry.
Are you a musician as well as a song writer?

i like the way you write.

i love this one, good job. the last stanza is the best!

deadly

In sunken chapels
and well-lit canopies,
soft smoke fills rooms.

At dusk, we see her face.
In the eve, we know her name.
To learn the truth at daybreak,
and die at sundown
would be enough.

Crisp coolness covers the lost.
They once had it all.
And spent it on sneakers,
electric lights,
and those electric jar openers
made by
Black & Decker.

In the morning, I saw her face.
Deep blue eyes
Deep blue lips
and a deep blue smile
that took me home.

In the evening, I knew her name.
I dare not whispered it.
For fear of breaking it,
but she knew I knew.
And that was enough.

And so I sat in my chair,
and lit a fragrance.
Someone fell asleep at the wheel,
I woke up in the ditch.

Cobblestone highways
show me
the next destination.

A small city amidst a reservoir.
It ate me up
Like a disease
that was its own cure.
It ate me up in its glory,
It ate me up in its misery.

All art is defined by the amount
of suffering given to it
by those few who cried tears
Of pain given to them
by a situation they could not
control, and a temperament
that was defined
by the brutal realization that
no matter what they did,
the fate of mankind
was sealed
with the opening
of Pandora's box.

In that box,
there is my city.
A city of misery,
A city of light.
A city of hate,
A city of love.
A city between the river and the sea.
A city whose name
was defined by the times
it burned.

Just south of hell,
But just north of heaven.
There we live.
There we love.
There we die.

a very unique style.. beautiful.

love the new ones...:5:

highway lights
give way to
stormy nights

I saw your face in a window.
When the blinds were closed,
I slept a little.
I drank a cup of coffee,
and I heard your smile.

I turned around
just quick enough
to find your shadow.

Your shadow taunted me
and teased me.
I tried to grab it,
but it slipped through my fingers
and disappeared behind the sun.

I slept on feathers
so I could smell
you coming.
And when you came,
I saw.
And when I saw,
you fled.

I'm scared.

HOPE TO SEE MORE
DEADLY

Woah, I love the last 2. the last one is awesome, I really like it. You have such talent. Please please post more!!!

_EMZ_

still waiting for more
deadly

Misty morning sickness
carries me away
into the realm
of another yesterday.

The sun shines brightest
on the blind.
I never gave up hope
on those who never gave up
me.

In the morning,
the sun shines on those
who don't have anything.

In the afternoon,
the sun shines on those
who have everything.

At night, the moon hides
behind the clouds
and taunts me.

Its face hidden by the silver.
Its beauty hidden by the hate.
And when it spat down upon me,
I sighed.

At my funeral,
people looked over into the casket.
They prayed for my soul,
and they prayed for theirs.
Too bad, I know the answer
and now I can't tell it.

Hidden by the silver,
Blinded by the light.
Burned by the fire.
Angels die every day,
never giving a voice
to those things we needed to hear.

Cold breath
scatters
against warm skin.

Silk sheets
give way
against warm bodies.

Sweet kisses
turn
to nightmares
when you forget
that the ones you
love die in your sleep,
and when you remember
the ones you hate
linger.

They remember
your weakest points,
your most poignant sins,
your lust, desires, failures.
Escape is futile.
Assimilation is inevitable.

u got a unique way in writing... words flow smoothly and touch deeply
great work

cheers

thats really good

The best thing
about this week
is that my hair
was unusually bouncy,
and free.

The worst thing
about this week
is that I went
bald.

The best thing
about this week
is that I feel
unusual strength.

The worst thing
about this week
is that hypothermia
took my fingers.

The best thing
about this week
is that I found
the pieces of my
heart.

The worst thing
about this week
is that the pieces
were broken and
thrown into the garbage.

The best thing
about this week
is that you were here.

The worst thing
about this week
is that it was in
a coffin.

A Little Humor (Warning Descriptive Language)

Ode to Fuck

Oh what a word,
this four-letter word,
used as a noun
and used as a verb.

Fuck this, and that.
Fuck you, and your cat.
Fuck the world
and its life.
Fuck the world
and its strife.

Oh what a word,
this four-letter word,
used as a noun
and used as a verb.

Fuck you, and your dad.
Fuck me when you're mad.
I once fucked an old lady,
which made me quite sad.

Outside of a car,
inside of a bar.
I use it quite oft,
With friends,
or in my loft.

It describes quite a pleasure,
Sometimes quite a measure,
Goes well on a card,
after you've done it quite hard.

You say it in church,
when fishing for perch.
It's so versatile.
It's on radio dials.


So here's an ode
To the most fabulous word.
It's the reason for being,
and oh what a sight worth seeing.

So fuck all you like,
up the road on a bike.
In your bed, in a car,
Here at home, or a far.

But always consider this little note,
When fucking strangers,
please wrap your skin boat.

those are really good.keep writing

LMAO. I loved "Ode to Fuck"

It was perfect. *claps* and now I must go clean off my computer screen.... it has droplets of diet coke all over it from laughing.. :D

Yes, Ode to Fuck is one amusing piece of work. *chuckles* No other style like it from what I have read of works. :20: Well done Verocity.

OMG that was funny Verocity! I did actually LOL. :-p

You have to do more like this... this is true wit! :)

Very deep. I would love to read more...

i like your new work
deadly

Destruction, Destruction
What's your function?

Crickets chirped
outside my window.
You know you can tell the weather,
by the beats
of the wings.

If they could tell the weather,
They'd tell me it's cold.
It's cold in the ground.

In this pine box,
only monsters and weevils
eat away at rotten wood.

It's cold in the ground.
I can hear the children singing,
up above.
I don't get to see them.
I don't get to see flowers.

All I have is the worms,
worms that nag at me.
Oh, they do nag.
In my dreams,
In the waking hour
They scour my bones,
and I live in nothingness.

And all I have left
is my broken pine box,
some worms as friends,
and my best dress socks.

Very good work, unique and enjoyable reading.

i agree with saint_morgana
deadly

Nestle me into your bosom,
sweet surrender
never tasted
so bitter.

Truth is fleet of foot
when it comes off your tongue.
Serpents never lied so fast,
and the tree of knowledge
never sentenced people
so fast
as your acerbic wit
and quick tongue.

In the description,
there's the devil
in a blue dress,
and a black thong,
and God doesn't exist to you.
And by God
I mean goodness,
because in you,
there is none.

In fewer words,
you're a liar.
Deceitful, horrible
a demon.
You sucked the soul
out of my body
through my genitals.

And you know what?
I still love you.
I still crave you.
I still must have you.
I taste you in my veins,
and on my lips.

Please give me heaven.
I'm tired of hell.
Let me go.

For those who like a little sophomoric humor.

The Shit.

Oh, what a beautiful thing in the morning,
Right as the day breaks,
to head straight for that bathroom stall,
and make that doodoo cake.

Oh you know sometimes it stinks,
and sometimes it makes you think
that you didn't know what you ate last night,
but you know it wasn't right.

Oh, your significant other cannot stand,
that stink of your poopoo sand.
She tells you get out of town,
when you make that farting sound.

Oh ho the poopoo flows
right on down the pot.
Sometimes it's kinda cold,
other times it's rather hot.

Oh ho the poopoo flows
right on down the pot
Sometimes it's kinda cold,
other times it's rather hot.

And women are also to blame,
They try to play it off as not,
but their asses are the same.
And they let their stink simmer,
for days and days at times,
and finally when they let it bust,
it makes lightbulbs dimmer.

And you know pets do it to.
On the paper or in a shoe.
You don't want to slap them on the butt..
and when they just passed that stinky mud.

Oh ho the poopoo flows
right on down the pot.
sometimes it's rather cold,
and other times it's hot.

LMAO! I love this style. :D

Is there something you need to tell us? You've had Poop on the brain lately haven't you? :P

Okay, I've now read all of your poetry, and I feel as if I'm seeing a whole different person than the one I've come to know. I've been given a peek into you and seen a part that I thought might be there, but wasn't sure. You are so intellectual and funny. Most of our converstaions are either though provoking or us just laughing at each other. These poems show me a different side of you. I'm very glad I read them and very glad that I've gotten the chance to get to know you. You are wonderful. *hugs you and places a kiss on your cheek*

Now, write some more damnit! :10:

You're going to make me blush horribly! *is blushing horribly* Dammit. Don't tell people I'm intellectual and funny, they will come to expect that!. A person with low goals is never disappointed. :D

lol. awww .. look, you are so cute when you are blushing!

*blows you a raspberry* hah, too late, you've been outed! :D

Brown eyes
don't you know
you need to give up now.

Brown eyes
don't you know
your mother didn't mean
for you to get this far.

She didn't mean for you to get this far,
oh no she didn't.
She didn't mean for you to get this far,
but you did.

Brown eyes
don't you know
Angels don't live forever.
The end is just as good as the beginning.

Brown eyes
don't you know
your father didn't mean
for you to get this far.

He didn't mean for you to get this far,
oh no he didn't.
He didn't mean for you to get this far,
but you did.

Brown eyes
don't you know
they loved you, and they miss you.
But you won't give em that little bit of satisfaction
Oh no you won't.
You can't.

Brown eyes
don't you know,
they tried their best,
they didn't know it wasn't good enough.
You ask for the same, but you don't give it.

Brown eyes
don't you know
the future is there for you.
Just gotta grow up,
mother and father didn't mean for you to get this far
and now you've got to do it without them.

Brown eyes
don't you know.
You're a mother or father now.
They tried their best,
now's your turn.

Tell me lies.
Tell me sweet little lies.

Whisper them in my ear.
Turn them with your fingertips
until you cast your spell
and throw your illusion over me.

I know you're a liar.
I know you're a thief.

Tell me lies.
tell me sweet little lies.

Brush them over my eyelids.
Paint them on my lips
until you steal what's left
of my broken body and soul.

If you had told me the truth,
that would have been enough
for redemption.

Redemption doesn't come
for those who don't seek absolution
for the sins they commit
against the ones they love.

Redemption doesn't come
for those who don't seek absolution
for the sins they commit
against the ones they love.

Redemption doesn't come
for those who don't seek absolution
for the sins they commit
against those who gave up
their bodies, lives, and souls
so that those who don't seek absolution
could sleep in warm beds, and dream pleasant thoughts.

These last two would be great as songs. The repetiveness in each one gives it such a rhythmic quality. Not sure what kind of music, but definitely songs. :)

~Jenn

If you died tomorrow,
I wouldn't go to your funeral.
I wouldn't spit on your grave.
I wouldn't shed a tear.

If you came home tomorrow,
I wouldn't open the door.
I wouldn't open a curtain.
I wouldn't shed one tear.

If you smiled at me tomorrow,
I wouldn't smile back.
I wouldn't frown.
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

In this world of shadows,
I hear them whisper your name.
And when I saw you, I was engrossed
by the rumors.
Hellfire burns so lightly as compared to your words.
If snakes had tongues as forked,
they'd still not compare to yours.

I wanted to believe your lies.
Beautiful lies they were.
Futures, and pasts, and presents,
intertwined in a tapestry
of wonder and awe.

Like castles and tapestries,
love turns to dust.
Dust ages not so well as wine.

I took your eyes,
and I put them in a jar,
so I could look at them forever.
Blue as the sky
reminds me of my youth.

I took your tongue,
and I put it in a jar,
so I could hear it forever,
Sweet nothings
last forever encapsulated in a shell.

I took your fingers,
and I put them in a jar,
so I could have your touch forever.
Embraces are a little bit colder now,
but they are better than nothing at all.

I took your heart,
and I put it in a jar,
so I could have your love forever.
It still beats but not for me,
and that's why I keep it.
It reminds me of my youth,
blue skies, seashells, and my heart
that you keep in your jar.

Footprints in the snow
let me know where you are.
You fade before the spring,
and you come back in the fall.

Footprints in the snow
I followed you for so long,
but I can't anymore.
The road is long
and I am weary.

Footprints in the snow
bring me comfort
that I know
there are those
who made this trek
before me.

Footprints in the snow,
I want to lay down.
Beside you where I am warm.

The snow covers my body
just like the footprints,
and winter soon turns to spring
soon turns to summer
soon turns to fall.
when the footprints return.

Wow Vero..I had no idea you could write like this. I am amazed. Brown eyes and Tell me lies, i absolutely love, and The Shit..well..I have to say i like that one b/c it made me laugh..very different and thats what i like about it.

give us more..please

This is not mine, but I think it's one of the greatest songs ever.

Georgia, Georgia,
The whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

I'm say Georgia
Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you



I said Georgia,
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you

Georgia,
Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

I said just an old sweet song,
Keeps Georgia on my mind

When you told me,
you loved me,
I thought it meant
you loved me.

When you told me
you wanted me,
I thought it meant,
you wanted me.

I never knew
the words you
whispered in the dark
were shadows
existing between
day and light,
truth and lies.

I should have known.
I should have known.
I'm sorry I was blind.

My tears fall against a wooden floor,
it soaks them up.
I have a whole bucket of tears
dedicated to you.

They have your name on every drop.
Every snowflake that fell,
made up of your name,
your words, our memories.

My memory fails me now.
I used to remember sunshine,
now I know darkness.
I used to remember a smile,
and not a grimace.

Everytime I hear your name,
or see your face.
I choke on my own vomit.

Lump in my heart,
and lump in my throat.
I didn't realize what you meant
When you said goodbye.

Lump in my head,
Lump in my throat.
I loved you so long,
I thought I would die.

And when it was over,
I sang a song,
and when it was over,
I said my goodbye.

Don't leave me now
in my moment of need.
When I said it was over,
I didn't know what I said.

Lump in my head,
Lump in my heart,

What did I do to deserve such a fate,
I didn't realize
the game was in play.

When I saw you the first time,
same as the last time.
Your eyes sparkled
blue.

Blue as the ocean,
Shattered my light.
Lump in my head.
Lump in my heart.

Love is a cancer
never meant to set free.
It eats your insides,
and never relieves.
That insatiable lust
that fire that burns.
Lump in my head,
it always consumes.

Your cancer consumed me.
Black as the bird,
that flies in a sky
freely.

Lump in my head,
Lump in my heart,
Where did I go
in the state of panic?
Into your head,
and into your closet
where the skeletons lay.

Lump in my head,
and Lump in my throat.
Quiet is the lonely hunter,
who dies in a frozen shell.

Shades of Schoolhouse Rock? Ah, memories. *s*

Good stuff, Verocity!