Post by Aaron Graf on Nov 8, 2004 4:41:58 GMT -5
Dancing with Melancholy Newsletter #4:
Table of Contents:
Poem #1: Untitled
Poem #2: Leave Me Dead Already
Poem #3: Feeble-Minded Youth
Poem #4: Kiss This Stranger
Poem #5: I Want to Be
Poem #6: Why Do I Feel?
Poem #7: Ice in Their Sockets
Poem #8: Shattered
Poem #9: The Lameness of Boredom
Poem #10: At Peace
Poems:
Poem #1: Untitled
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099640399
Why does this boy jump for joy?
For he is just a queer boy.
Watching his daddy shake his head...
Wishing his only son dead.
Why does this boy scream and cry?
All he ever did was try...
Daddy would beat him blue
and make him swallow glue...
Why does this boy live?
He can never ever forgive..
His daddy for what he's done
oh daddy, I just wanted to be your son.
By:Ash D M
(for now untitled. I'm putting this in the Gay section part too)
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Poem #2: Leave Me Dead Already
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099661134
Leave Me Dead Already
Heart torn asunder and trampled upon,
All who I love have died or have gone.
That feeling in my heart?
What heart?
It’s been ripped out violently,
By those close to me.
But why am I still living?
Living?
Living just like a wilted rose,
Who will soon topple and break when a strong wind blows.
See what happens when you start loving.
Loving?
As in giving my life for no return so far?
For wishing upon someone else’s star?
For casting my penny in a cursed well,
So I leave my sanity stuck inside its own pits of hell.
I don’t want your pity and I don’t want your stares
And I don’t need to be afraid of that fiery lair?
How can I be afraid of what doesn’t exist?
I’m already there, should I go down that list?
Ever have friends? Who cut you in the back?
Who turn their back on you, when you start going off track.
Where the hell were they when I wanted them in?
When I was left all alone with a razor digging in my skin.
Tearing from me a part of my life.
What life?
Why? Why didn’t my mother just abort it?
Because when she gave birth to me, my feelings turned to shit.
So here I am staring at razors again,
Sliding them inside my wrists every now and then.
Sliding it near my throat, wondering how much life is worth?
Was there anything it is worth?
Priceless? You’re right, priceless.
It is as the slogan says, to me worthless.
I can “trip” myself in the shower, it’s just an accident,
I’ll find out I had a funeral, and nobody went.
Please allow me to punish my crime,
My being born in this world wasting my precious time.
~ Aaron Graf
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Poem #3: Feeble-Minded Youth
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1098741246
feeble-minded youth
clasped by a dark hand
unfortunate, unappreciated, uncouthed
tantalized, mellow, sinful and bland
helpless always, beyond understanding
healthy, hearty, hallow
feeble-minded youth
in his prime and shallow...
frolic among the dead roses
shower the blood of self-mutilation
forever lost in minds creation
feeble-minded youth of a nation
by: Ash D M
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Poem #4: Kiss This Stranger
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099034163&start=0
(have no clue where to put this poem so it just goes here...)
Who is this dark looking stranger?
Why does he keep staring at me?
What does he want here?
He’s frightening me, can’t he see?
As I walk, he walks
As I slow, he slows
As I talk, he talks
Like I know he knows
He has a very exotic look
Dark suited, blue eyes and black shiny hair
I very so want to kiss him like a book
I can’t set aside without a stare
He falls behind me, far behind
Can see him grinning at me
I wonder if he would be kind
Kind enough to leave me be
Now I am alone
So alone I feel like that stranger
Feels like the world disown
Disown my mind and body here
In my dark loving room
With this stranger that is only me
by: Ash D M
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Table of Contents:
Poem #1: Untitled
Poem #2: Leave Me Dead Already
Poem #3: Feeble-Minded Youth
Poem #4: Kiss This Stranger
Poem #5: I Want to Be
Poem #6: Why Do I Feel?
Poem #7: Ice in Their Sockets
Poem #8: Shattered
Poem #9: The Lameness of Boredom
Poem #10: At Peace
Poems:
Poem #1: Untitled
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099640399
Why does this boy jump for joy?
For he is just a queer boy.
Watching his daddy shake his head...
Wishing his only son dead.
Why does this boy scream and cry?
All he ever did was try...
Daddy would beat him blue
and make him swallow glue...
Why does this boy live?
He can never ever forgive..
His daddy for what he's done
oh daddy, I just wanted to be your son.
By:Ash D M
(for now untitled. I'm putting this in the Gay section part too)
Post a Comment or Critique:
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Poem #2: Leave Me Dead Already
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099661134
Leave Me Dead Already
Heart torn asunder and trampled upon,
All who I love have died or have gone.
That feeling in my heart?
What heart?
It’s been ripped out violently,
By those close to me.
But why am I still living?
Living?
Living just like a wilted rose,
Who will soon topple and break when a strong wind blows.
See what happens when you start loving.
Loving?
As in giving my life for no return so far?
For wishing upon someone else’s star?
For casting my penny in a cursed well,
So I leave my sanity stuck inside its own pits of hell.
I don’t want your pity and I don’t want your stares
And I don’t need to be afraid of that fiery lair?
How can I be afraid of what doesn’t exist?
I’m already there, should I go down that list?
Ever have friends? Who cut you in the back?
Who turn their back on you, when you start going off track.
Where the hell were they when I wanted them in?
When I was left all alone with a razor digging in my skin.
Tearing from me a part of my life.
What life?
Why? Why didn’t my mother just abort it?
Because when she gave birth to me, my feelings turned to shit.
So here I am staring at razors again,
Sliding them inside my wrists every now and then.
Sliding it near my throat, wondering how much life is worth?
Was there anything it is worth?
Priceless? You’re right, priceless.
It is as the slogan says, to me worthless.
I can “trip” myself in the shower, it’s just an accident,
I’ll find out I had a funeral, and nobody went.
Please allow me to punish my crime,
My being born in this world wasting my precious time.
~ Aaron Graf
Post a Comment or Critique:
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Poem #3: Feeble-Minded Youth
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1098741246
feeble-minded youth
clasped by a dark hand
unfortunate, unappreciated, uncouthed
tantalized, mellow, sinful and bland
helpless always, beyond understanding
healthy, hearty, hallow
feeble-minded youth
in his prime and shallow...
frolic among the dead roses
shower the blood of self-mutilation
forever lost in minds creation
feeble-minded youth of a nation
by: Ash D M
Post a Comment or Critique:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=post&thread=1098741246&start=0
Poem #4: Kiss This Stranger
Username: ForgetMeNot
Author: Ash D M
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1099034163&start=0
(have no clue where to put this poem so it just goes here...)
Who is this dark looking stranger?
Why does he keep staring at me?
What does he want here?
He’s frightening me, can’t he see?
As I walk, he walks
As I slow, he slows
As I talk, he talks
Like I know he knows
He has a very exotic look
Dark suited, blue eyes and black shiny hair
I very so want to kiss him like a book
I can’t set aside without a stare
He falls behind me, far behind
Can see him grinning at me
I wonder if he would be kind
Kind enough to leave me be
Now I am alone
So alone I feel like that stranger
Feels like the world disown
Disown my mind and body here
In my dark loving room
With this stranger that is only me
by: Ash D M
Post a Comment or Critique:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=post&thread=1099034163&start=0