| User | Jeniffer | | Topic | Poem secletion | | Message | This is for all the members who are familiar with the discussion about the book of poetry I am publishing or any who are interested in helping ( see ’ES published?’ ).
There will be poems that I choose myself without anyone else’s input, but want many of the selections to be discussed, because I don’t want the book to just be an album of my favorites; many of the poems will be ones that I really enjoy reading, but just because I don’t enjoy something doesn’t mean someone else won’t; how do I know which to choose without group discussion?
Here are eight current candidates; for now I won’t include the name of the member to prevent bias, although you may recognize the poem anyway ( I will say that a couple of them are my own ). All I want you to do is vote yes or no on which ones you would like to see in the book and say why; there will be more, so don’t worry if you’re not satisfied with the choices ( if you don’t like them, someone else will). Your opinions will affect the outcome of the book!
1: like you
i can be beautiful.
i can be wonderful.
i can be special?...
just like You?
...but i’m stupid!
and oh so ugly
so pathetic and; naive
nothing,
more than bothersome
filled with troubles
corroted by deceit
i can be so smart,
i can have my dreams
i can be something
if i believe!
if i try;
and still i fail
will you still
...tell those lies to me!?
...cause i’m stupid!
and oh so ugly
so pathetic and; naive
useless,
something bothersome
filled with troubles
corroted by deceit
you’re so beautiful!
so precious to the touch,
amazingly wonderful
how can this be such?
so special
believing in your dreams’
so smart, your something!
but than there’s me...
i’m stupid
i’m ugly,
i’m wasting your time;
irresponsible.
troubled inside
abanodoned/destroyed by my own mind
I just want to be beautiful!
just want to have my dreams
to be somthing, just like you!
want to be smart, yearn to be brave
to...be..something just..like...you
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE...YOUUUU
2:
she walks to the mirror, headhung
tears streaming from her eyes
trys to look inside herself
but it hurts too much inside
the heart is heavy
the soul is too
doesn’t want to think about it
takes too much, makes her confused
she lifts her head up
trying to look herself in the eye
gripping to the bathroom sink
she can’t help but wonder why
did i do something wrong??
did i ask for too many things?
could i have done differently
to change this outcoming?
is it all my fault?
am i to blame?
don’t tell me otherwise
i feel so ahsmed
she takes a deep breathe
attempting to relax
she trys to focus on the future
not wanting to have had that past
she has a few friends
she doesn’t give enough consideration
with everything happening inside
there can’t be much consintration
she’s left unspoken
dwelling on what she can’t repair
she doesn’t want to be alone
but she doen’t want anyone there
did i do something wrong??
did i ask for too many things?
could i have done differently
to change this outcoming?
is it all my fault?
am i to blame?
don’t tell me otherwise
i feel so ahsmed
with clenched fists
whe walks away
to her room/on her knees
she begins to pray
than looks up, yells, aks
"why?!why!?why?
how could you do this to me"
than she falls/crys
hitting her pillow, wimpering
she looks to the last thing that makes her happy
than she falls asleep cautiously
knowing she’ll never live everafter happily...
3: Repeated requiem
burning city lights penetrate my mind’s thoughts,
as screams erupt throughout this time, this moment...
and as cries shatter what could have been a genuine utopia...
I just sit there and watch it fade. watch all that I could never save .
taking in everything, feeling the lights and seeing the sound,
and the empty promises of death.....as these sins are written in my blood
and these lies engraved within my skin, piercing my soul, burning the core.
as winds rage within my soul and I see the light escape your eyes,
I’m cold and empty without these cries. I needed that dream to stay alive,
life was only a dream, for those who know they’re dead,
and all this reality lusts into illusion from all the lies we’ve been fed.
I just can’t imagine walking away without shedding one tear,
but what’s so wrong with letting go, if nothing exists here?
does anything really matter- if you’re all already dead?
what’s left for me to say, that I haven’t already said?
and where am I supposed to go- I can’t stay here anymore,
you might understand if you saw the corpses on the floor.
there’s nothing for me to leave and still I need to stay,
and I’m left here wondering why I was saved today?
questions seem to beg for answers I just don’t have,
as reality slowly slips away, I lose all track of time.
I saw their faces lose the last lights of life,
saw death trace their listless eyes; fixed wide open.
am i losing my mind? does happiness require sanity?
countless faces soon to reside in unmarked graves,
they haunt my every breath, they want my life,
but I never asked to stay and I didn’t try to live.
and now i can’t see anything, i can’t live a moment,
without seeing his face reflected in my tears,
he’ll never leave my mind, but I really did try,
I couldn’t save him and it wasn’t fair....
that the memory of him must hate me,
and he has his own shallow grave within my heart.
a piece of me died along with him but;
who am i to blame? well no one comes to mind,
I guess I’ll keep this pain for myself...
my own grave resting within my hands,
this clock tormenting every moment I’m alive.
reminding me that I don’t deserve this anymore,
but how much is too much?
and where do you draw the line,
between the one you want, and the one who needs you?
4: Last Lullaby
I lay at night wishing for you to lay by my side
Im waiting for you to come and hold me tonight
Look deep inside my darling and tell me you feel the same
Because Knowing you do will bring greatness to my name
Because I am alone without you
I dont know where I can go to
You said you love me what can I say
I spoke my heart because I do feel the same
Close your eyes I goodbye without you
My lullabie to you is the last one I will sing
I look down upon you and say goodby tonight
Darling above is calling
Dont cry because I am alright
This is the time I sing my last lullabie
The stars of heaven look down upon you
I always love you and sing you at night this last lullabie
The stars in heaven were just waiting for us to part
We were the envy of the angels
The light in the dark
We never fought we never cryed
We never had to apologise
Till on night the crack of lightning ended two lives
Two more hearts ripped apart
And one more life crying at night for no more
5: His Black Rain
She found his heart when he was in pain,
He loves her even though his heart is filled
with a black rain.
She longs to erase his scars left by a love
that done him wrong, He now questions love
will he continue to his whole life long?
Can his heart find a release? Will His heart
find it’s peace?
He has an empitness within his heart is on
the run, The emptiness could only be filled
by his son.
He found love but can’t believe in it’s worth,
He feels so alone here on this earth.
She needs him to see that for him she is there,
Her heart belongs to him forever if to believe
in her love if he truly cares.
She accepts that he’s been hurt before, It only
makes her love him more.
Will they find the key to make it last or will it get
broken because he doesn’t trust for the hurt
from the past.
She waits for him to open his heart, To finally
believe that love can be true to give his life
a new start.
She waits in silence not saying a word, But
longs for her heart to be heard.
She only wants to take away his pain, Bring
his heart in out of the black rain.
(Written By: Wilma S. Hill
copyright© 2006)
6: Untitled on a waking dream
Having faded from the waking dream
that I walked through all last night,
still wandering through the memories,
I set down my pen to write;
Looking up into the sky-
what stars once fell from there!
The moon had filled with golden light
what now is grey and bare;
The atmosphere thrums against my ears
with silence; how I care!
The loss is heavy on my heart;
music was everywhere.
How my heart danced with your every move-
how my heart rang like a bell!
absently I stroke my hand,’
where your kiss once fell.
Remembering, remembering...
I see and and smell and feel;
Do I remember truly, or imagine-
was any of it real?
I walk through the galleries of my heart-
a strange and delightful place;
all the halls are longingly graced
with the expression unique to your face...
.........Looking back, I marvel
at my souls capacity for joy,
looking back, I marvel...
and lament my wordlessness.
7: Blossom
You started out in a flurry of dreams-
blinded to thorns by sweet petals;
Now the days are shorter,
and the cold wind is clearing your head;
you are still young, so young,
but now you are learning how to live,
recognizing the time for tears that matter,
making room for laughter,
and all the while, you are growing,
all the while you are realizing
that you are not a flower,
but a tree,
not delicate, but strong,
not slender, but wide and tall,
with many branches sprouting leaves
and many layers growing as you go about each day.
And just when you thought you were over
all the silliness that was once such rumination,
the absurd fears and laughable romances,
one crush you didn’t know was still there
makes way for another you didn’t see coming,
and summer begins all over again.
8: Song
Beauty is swaying on hearts,
but the world doesn’t spin beneath their feet
out with
Politics
highhorses
highways
highheels
doublespeak
triplespeak
headaches
aspirin
money
poverty
United
Time
work
stars
camcorders
news
paper
fashion
catches
rope
partisian books
boredom
lazy
black
skirts
burqas
throwing up
falling down
fighting
plastic
garbage on the beach
sleeping
wasting
microwaves
endings
Angelou
ugly
beauty
perfection
night
the world
in with the
Long days
freedom
birds
strong
barefoot
dresses
ducks
style
talking
Emily
Picasso
tangerine
Evangeline
boxes
stars
beauty
perfect
day
sand
laughing
crying
smiling
reading
painting
working
standing up
roses
white
catching
time
unity
life
love
world
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|| Replies ||
| User | Outlaw | 2007-01-17 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | I’d go with number 3... but I might have a bias opinion.... |
| User | ChickenLittle | 2007-01-16 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | I really like your idea of letting others see it. I like the poems too... |
| User | Question Mark | 2006-12-21 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | No biggie; if it weren’t for spell check, I’d be unintelligible ( and that would be spelled ’ uninteelgelbabe’).
Looks like you did some thinking and decided to let others make some of the actual choices after all. I don’t know why no one has posted anything; I think this is a good idea. Everyone was complaining about bias, but now that they get a chance to put in their two cents they’re acting broke.
Let’s see...I’d vote thumbs up on:
Number 4: Last Lullaby
Number 5: His Black Rain
Number 6: Untitled on a waking dream
I hope you get some more votes....although I think you can do better on the selection. The pickings here are almost slim in my opinion, but then again I can be pretty critical.
I’ll PM you whatever I can find that’s worthwhile so you can add to the choices. |
| User | Jeniffer | 2006-12-11 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Great, I typoed selection. |
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