damnationfromafar wrote:
8_Stars_8 wrote:
One thing I want to ask all of you, do you have any certain authors that inspire your writing? 
Not to be rude, but, I really don't want this forum topic turning into writing discussion or questions/answers, so please refrain in the future. It's just not what this is meant for.
Haha! No problem, I was trying to refer to your poetry, but I understand what you're saying!
Thanks for sharing your poem damnationfromafar.
[inspired by a previous abusive relationship, content warnings for that, suicide]
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vi.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
I thrill
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
v.
Your eyes scanning the horizon;
my eyes only on you.
You, superimposed on my retina
Outlined bright and burning
iv.
On shore and beyond shore
Legs slipping beneath me, Bambi-on-ice
Your eyes tracking
Darting between blooming blues (cheekbones; elbows)
and greens (elbows; thighs)
Your fingerprints on me for days
blue and green and bilirubin yellow
[the ice
br—ea—k—s
sliced through, larger sheets to smaller sheets to shattered shreds]
it is breaking
it is broken.
iii.
blood supply:
your large hands cover arteria carotis and squeeze
until vessels burst in my eyes
breath pressed out, i stagger, fall
on my knees
my bladed hands on arteriae ulnaris et radialis
hacking haphazardly and blood dr
i
p
s
down my wrist
my legs
my unwritten page
ii.
911, state your emergency.
never again
I promise, I promise
Never again.
I didn’t mean it.
I didn’t mean to do it.
never again
i.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
i flinch
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
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vi.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
I thrill
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
v.
Your eyes scanning the horizon;
my eyes only on you.
You, superimposed on my retina
Outlined bright and burning
iv.
On shore and beyond shore
Legs slipping beneath me, Bambi-on-ice
Your eyes tracking
Darting between blooming blues (cheekbones; elbows)
and greens (elbows; thighs)
Your fingerprints on me for days
blue and green and bilirubin yellow
[the ice
br—ea—k—s
sliced through, larger sheets to smaller sheets to shattered shreds]
it is breaking
it is broken.
iii.
blood supply:
your large hands cover arteria carotis and squeeze
until vessels burst in my eyes
breath pressed out, i stagger, fall
on my knees
my bladed hands on arteriae ulnaris et radialis
hacking haphazardly and blood dr
i
p
s
down my wrist
my legs
my unwritten page
ii.
911, state your emergency.
never again
I promise, I promise
Never again.
I didn’t mean it.
I didn’t mean to do it.
never again
i.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
i flinch
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
Gregory Greenwood wrote:
[inspired by a previous abusive relationship, content warnings for that, suicide]
---
vi.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
I thrill
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
v.
Your eyes scanning the horizon;
my eyes only on you.
You, superimposed on my retina
Outlined bright and burning
iv.
On shore and beyond shore
Legs slipping beneath me, Bambi-on-ice
Your eyes tracking
Darting between blooming blues (cheekbones; elbows)
and greens (elbows; thighs)
Your fingerprints on me for days
blue and green and bilirubin yellow
[the ice
br—ea—k—s
sliced through, larger sheets to smaller sheets to shattered shreds]
it is breaking
it is broken.
iii.
blood supply:
your large hands cover arteria carotis and squeeze
until vessels burst in my eyes
breath pressed out, i stagger, fall
on my knees
my bladed hands on arteriae ulnaris et radialis
hacking haphazardly and blood dr
i
p
s
down my wrist
my legs
my unwritten page
ii.
911, state your emergency.
never again
I promise, I promise
Never again.
I didn’t mean it.
I didn’t mean to do it.
never again
i.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
i flinch
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
---
vi.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
I thrill
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
v.
Your eyes scanning the horizon;
my eyes only on you.
You, superimposed on my retina
Outlined bright and burning
iv.
On shore and beyond shore
Legs slipping beneath me, Bambi-on-ice
Your eyes tracking
Darting between blooming blues (cheekbones; elbows)
and greens (elbows; thighs)
Your fingerprints on me for days
blue and green and bilirubin yellow
[the ice
br—ea—k—s
sliced through, larger sheets to smaller sheets to shattered shreds]
it is breaking
it is broken.
iii.
blood supply:
your large hands cover arteria carotis and squeeze
until vessels burst in my eyes
breath pressed out, i stagger, fall
on my knees
my bladed hands on arteriae ulnaris et radialis
hacking haphazardly and blood dr
i
p
s
down my wrist
my legs
my unwritten page
ii.
911, state your emergency.
never again
I promise, I promise
Never again.
I didn’t mean it.
I didn’t mean to do it.
never again
i.
You touch me and
an action potential races through my nerves
setting them alight
i flinch
and you touch me harder, more
roaming hands across my landscape, skin-to-skin, all yours.
This poem is damn amazing. The way you use the placing of the characters in "drips" and dashes in "breaks" to evoke images of the actions is just amazing....it's next level. Next level. Incredibly good poem. Congrats. And congrats on being free and being here.
damnationfromafar wrote:
(Based on my experience with my abuser and mental illness)
Immoral Restraint
I'm insane, it's a fuel that burns slowly,
like a villain that torments my every thought,
take me from the pile of maniacs,
tell me I'm a unique one.
Cold hands degraded shaking like a bitch,
gala of inept, you whisper that.
pluck me up from the pit of the tawdry and deranged,
tell me I'm the gold-mine you've been looking for.
Use my blood to work your way up,
my raging anguish is the x on your checks,
distract me with velvet touches,
tell me I'm your favorite (banned word) screw loose.
Vile gasoline ignites your craving,
shamelessly earning off my suffering, viciously nauseating,
feathering bruises along my skin,
tell me I'm your property.
So frozen with malaise you take my air,
refuse to let me breathe,
I'm drowning.
Immoral Restraint
I'm insane, it's a fuel that burns slowly,
like a villain that torments my every thought,
take me from the pile of maniacs,
tell me I'm a unique one.
Cold hands degraded shaking like a bitch,
gala of inept, you whisper that.
pluck me up from the pit of the tawdry and deranged,
tell me I'm the gold-mine you've been looking for.
Use my blood to work your way up,
my raging anguish is the x on your checks,
distract me with velvet touches,
tell me I'm your favorite (banned word) screw loose.
Vile gasoline ignites your craving,
shamelessly earning off my suffering, viciously nauseating,
feathering bruises along my skin,
tell me I'm your property.
So frozen with malaise you take my air,
refuse to let me breathe,
I'm drowning.
Amazing as always so vivid
(A little violence) The new man in my life. Befriended me at the right time. Man I was killing to many bottles of whisky and wine. He's so freindly kind and sweet understanding. The new man in my life. If a woman broke his heart. I would straighten her out. If a woman told him lies. She would have two black eyes. The new man in my life. I'd do the twist and shout with him. He'd know from my affection friendship kindness stweetness tenderness. I'd reveal all the clues to me all my mysteries. I'd make all his dreams come true. The new man in my life. He'd know the desire fire of true love. Faithfullness loyalty trust a partnership between a man and a woman. In every sunrise and sunset. I remember this chivalrous and gallant knight. The new man in my life.
Wandering aimlessly
As thoughts run through my head
The clock ticks on the wall
Walking the halls when I should be sleeping instead
There's no room to run
From the cold inside myself
Everything tucked away
On some hidden shelf
Stop to lay on the floor
Staring at the ceiling
Trying to ignore the closed and locked door
The one I can not go through
Never to be explored
The things I'll never know
Won't pull aside the curtains
Don't look out the window
The stars
And moon
Only illuminating the bars
Of the cage I've let myself live inside
Ignoring the pull
Of the mysterious wonders outside
Because I can't get lost
Under that big dark sky
It's calling
I can hear it's cry
But here I stay
In the safety of my home
But is a place truly safe
If I feel alone?
Where phantoms of my past
Echo down the halls
Live inside hurting hearts
And creep along the walls
I ask myself sometimes
Why do I stay?
Wandering aimlessly
As thoughts run through my head
The clock ticks on the wall
Walking the halls when I should be sleeping instead
As thoughts run through my head
The clock ticks on the wall
Walking the halls when I should be sleeping instead
There's no room to run
From the cold inside myself
Everything tucked away
On some hidden shelf
Stop to lay on the floor
Staring at the ceiling
Trying to ignore the closed and locked door
The one I can not go through
Never to be explored
The things I'll never know
Won't pull aside the curtains
Don't look out the window
The stars
And moon
Only illuminating the bars
Of the cage I've let myself live inside
Ignoring the pull
Of the mysterious wonders outside
Because I can't get lost
Under that big dark sky
It's calling
I can hear it's cry
But here I stay
In the safety of my home
But is a place truly safe
If I feel alone?
Where phantoms of my past
Echo down the halls
Live inside hurting hearts
And creep along the walls
I ask myself sometimes
Why do I stay?
Wandering aimlessly
As thoughts run through my head
The clock ticks on the wall
Walking the halls when I should be sleeping instead
Abigail_Austin wrote:
This poem is damn amazing. The way you use the placing of the characters in "drips" and dashes in "breaks" to evoke images of the actions is just amazing....it's next level. Next level. Incredibly good poem. Congrats. And congrats on being free and being here.
What an incredible compliment, thank you so much
I've been very impressed with the poetry posted in this thread so I really appreciate both your compliment and your sentiment. I'm glad I'm here! And I'm glad you got what I was going for with the formating, I was worried it wouldn't be very clear. Thanks very much again, Abigail.
The door was closed
I peered through the peephole
Shook your hand through the mail slot
And we talked, and we laughed
I opened the door a crack - why not?
It was easier to talk and to laugh
And it was sunny on my porch
I stood in the open door frame
Smiling, you accepted the snacks
And I finally invited you in
You said no
I told you what a nice house it was
You leaned in and looked around
And you smiled and said no
My porch is nice, though
It was fine if you didn't want to come in
It was fine
It was fine
It wasn't fine
Why wouldn't you come in?
I swept and I mopped and I cleaned
And I gave you more treats and told myself it was okay
It was okay like this
It was okay
It was okay
When did you return to your own porch?
I closed the door, and opened it again
I closed it again and opened it again
I closed the door and the curtains and I paced and told myself it was okay
I peered through the peephole
You closed your door, too
The door is closed
I peered through the peephole
Shook your hand through the mail slot
And we talked, and we laughed
I opened the door a crack - why not?
It was easier to talk and to laugh
And it was sunny on my porch
I stood in the open door frame
Smiling, you accepted the snacks
And I finally invited you in
You said no
I told you what a nice house it was
You leaned in and looked around
And you smiled and said no
My porch is nice, though
It was fine if you didn't want to come in
It was fine
It was fine
It wasn't fine
Why wouldn't you come in?
I swept and I mopped and I cleaned
And I gave you more treats and told myself it was okay
It was okay like this
It was okay
It was okay
When did you return to your own porch?
I closed the door, and opened it again
I closed it again and opened it again
I closed the door and the curtains and I paced and told myself it was okay
I peered through the peephole
You closed your door, too
The door is closed
The Raven Outside my Door
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This just came to me as I sat staring at an RP I've owed a reply on for several days. For some reason I couldn't quite write anything that was worthy of my co-writers lovely words, and I wrote and deleted many a posts. I was stuck. It's summer here and quite warm, so I had the side door open to get some cross-breeze, and this big beauticul matriarh Raven lansed on the brick wall just outside the door and started shouting.its piercing 'Caw'. It was deafening coming in the house, so I gto up and walked to the door and saw her there. I paused by the doorway, and she thought of flying off, but paused and turned and stared at me and started 'clicking'. Now I'm less than two meters (less than six feet for my USA friends) and she walkes a few paces along the top of the brick wall and clicks some more. It was such a beautiful moment of conenction!
Anyway, after a minute of pacing and clicking, she flies off, and I come back and sit back in front of my computer, and I suddenly start writing out a really nice RP reply to this RP. I look out my window, and I see the Raven high up in a gum tree watching. I'm now getting on with writing a promised starter and creating a character. Too cool!
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This just came to me as I sat staring at an RP I've owed a reply on for several days. For some reason I couldn't quite write anything that was worthy of my co-writers lovely words, and I wrote and deleted many a posts. I was stuck. It's summer here and quite warm, so I had the side door open to get some cross-breeze, and this big beauticul matriarh Raven lansed on the brick wall just outside the door and started shouting.its piercing 'Caw'. It was deafening coming in the house, so I gto up and walked to the door and saw her there. I paused by the doorway, and she thought of flying off, but paused and turned and stared at me and started 'clicking'. Now I'm less than two meters (less than six feet for my USA friends) and she walkes a few paces along the top of the brick wall and clicks some more. It was such a beautiful moment of conenction!
Anyway, after a minute of pacing and clicking, she flies off, and I come back and sit back in front of my computer, and I suddenly start writing out a really nice RP reply to this RP. I look out my window, and I see the Raven high up in a gum tree watching. I'm now getting on with writing a promised starter and creating a character. Too cool!
Dunedain-Ranger wrote:
The Raven Outside my Door
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
Ohhhh I love this! Definitely relatable. I have been feeling down and out about my rps lately, for various reasons, you may know them, and this made even me feel a little better.
So I... May have probably never told anyone on rpr this, but I used to sing in choir at school, and still enjoy singing but really don't do it much. I'm not a great singer; being an author is my forte. So not surprisingly I used to write songs. I don't have many of them left, because they were mostly in notebooks that got trashed.
However, here is one I wrote a few years ago.
Warnings for mentions of mental illness, medication, suicide, medical mistreatment.
However, here is one I wrote a few years ago.
Warnings for mentions of mental illness, medication, suicide, medical mistreatment.
Narcissistic Apothecary
Narcissistic Apothecary
Take me down, tell me I need an aid for this illness.
Take me down, you handcuff me to the hospital bed, cure this sickness.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore my relapse...
My heart's beating for the wrong reasons, but the right reasons
keep me alive.
My soul is weaning off the sloshing friendly greeting of the ice cold danger in your veins.
I'm just trying to be what you're dying to see.
So bring me another round of potentially fatal drugs.
Overdose on xanax it, it must be a suicide attempt.
Miscalculations aside.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore your misdiagnosis.
My heart's beating for the wrong reasons, but the right reasons
keep me alive.
My soul is weaning off the sloshing friendly greeting of the ice cold danger in your veins.
I'm crying, trying to be what you're dying to see, bleed dry.
Years and years flushed down for potential madness.
Locked away for a simple ailment.
Shadows of the ones we love all fade, into grey.
I'm not dying, not living, you say it's okay.
You'll figure it all out, by the time it's too late.
But you'll take the credit, lose the blame.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore your misdiagnosis, ignore my relapse...
Narcissistic Apothecary
Take me down, tell me I need an aid for this illness.
Take me down, you handcuff me to the hospital bed, cure this sickness.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore my relapse...
My heart's beating for the wrong reasons, but the right reasons
keep me alive.
My soul is weaning off the sloshing friendly greeting of the ice cold danger in your veins.
I'm just trying to be what you're dying to see.
So bring me another round of potentially fatal drugs.
Overdose on xanax it, it must be a suicide attempt.
Miscalculations aside.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore your misdiagnosis.
My heart's beating for the wrong reasons, but the right reasons
keep me alive.
My soul is weaning off the sloshing friendly greeting of the ice cold danger in your veins.
I'm crying, trying to be what you're dying to see, bleed dry.
Years and years flushed down for potential madness.
Locked away for a simple ailment.
Shadows of the ones we love all fade, into grey.
I'm not dying, not living, you say it's okay.
You'll figure it all out, by the time it's too late.
But you'll take the credit, lose the blame.
Narcissistic apothecary, give me the medicine to fix this madness.
Take the credit but ignore your misdiagnosis, ignore my relapse...
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You're going to curse the day you were born. You're going to learn women aren't sex toys. Be a man not a boy. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Your spell over me is broken. You told me lies while I said the truth. You and I are through. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Tonight with a bottle of wine. I toast to our ending for it's my beginning. Go live your cavier champagne life. I have more heart soul spirit love that you'll never have. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Farewell and goodbye. Go back to your empty mansion and leave me in peace. It's over now I'm free. In the morning when I awake I realize. You and I were one big mistake. To you I was a piece of meat. A trophy girlfriend off the reservation. You never saw the beauty in this world that I see from my teepee. It's over now we were never ment to be.
I love everyone's poems on here.
Nice prose.
Here's one:
You were a friend to me
Were you a friend to me?
The Blade speaks louder than words
And I can't reach it when its sticking out of my back.
Here's one:
You were a friend to me
Were you a friend to me?
The Blade speaks louder than words
And I can't reach it when its sticking out of my back.
Loved your raven poem dunedain. Thanks for the kind words about my poem.
I was ecstacic
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Abigail_Austin wrote:
I was ecstacic
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Ohh this is beautiful and I can definitely relate to it. Thanks for sharing hun.
Pastel
I'm pastel on my own.
Bright only in the dullest sense.
Soft and I'm destroyed by a smudge.
Beautiful to the eyes.
Shallow in a wave of emotion.
Pretty words are everything.
Tell me I don't need saturation.
It's not fair, closed off and losing time.
So devoid of color it's hard to breath.
Pastel on my own.
I'll make peace with my home.
Tell me I'll be- don't tell me I can't see.
Caught in a rainbow.
I'm the air in between, everything is real but me.
I'm too vague.
I'm pastel on my own.
Bright only in the dullest sense.
Soft and I'm destroyed by a smudge.
Beautiful to the eyes.
Shallow in a wave of emotion.
Pretty words are everything.
Tell me I don't need saturation.
It's not fair, closed off and losing time.
So devoid of color it's hard to breath.
Pastel on my own.
I'll make peace with my home.
Tell me I'll be- don't tell me I can't see.
Caught in a rainbow.
I'm the air in between, everything is real but me.
I'm too vague.
damnationfromafar wrote:
Abigail_Austin wrote:
I was ecstacic
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Now I'm just spent
It was beginning
Now it's the end
Isn't it funny
How one last thing
turns into another
Again and again?
But then there's the slow down
Better leave first
But then you don't
And the hours are cursed
Then for no reason
You doubt everything
You send one more message,
Again and again
And then you look crazy
'Cause maybe, you are
And those who can take it,
They've earned their gold star
And those are the people
To always keep close
Those are the ones who
You value the most
Their kindness is soothing
Their patience, a psalm
That quiets your spirit
And leaves behind calm
Ohh this is beautiful and I can definitely relate to it. Thanks for sharing hun.
Thanks, Damnation
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