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Poetry
Apr 1, 2004 4:11:48 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Apr 1, 2004 4:11:48 GMT -5
Aw Frenchy I think it is very accurate, and thank you for posting it. I think if people never do anything out of character then we never learn or grow as people. Plus I am working on my poetry preparing it for the literature section, and I felt as if I was in a writing rut, like my stuff was either really crappy or coming out in the same form. And I am not really putting my work down or anything I just know I can do better there are a few pieces I am proud of but the majority of my work lacks something. And I want to force myself to try different things so maybe I can grow out of my current writing pattern, and produce more work I am proud of and less that I think is mediocre. A lot of what I write never sees paper, I just don’t write it down, and some of it is good, better than other stuff I have written, so I am trying to force myself to write down things I come up with instead of letting it slip away. I am working on the literature section now, here is a link to my poems page, www.angelfire.com/zine2/faithy/2/Bios/Faithy1.htmlit’s not finished, but it will be the page that all the links in the bio go to, not all of the links work, right now only the bottom few, but that will change nightly. I finally figured out how to make a link go to a particular PART of a page, yay me. lol.. Right now I am not really writing so much as working on this, but when it is all done, I will focus on adding more writing to the site. It kind sucks though, I have to reformat everything to post it like this, so I am taking it one poem at a time. Once it is done though everyone else’s stuff will be added, and I will forbid myself to change the site again for a while, lol.. Except for of course adding more writings.. Ack anyway I should get to work. Thanks for the quote Frenchy.. Take care..
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Poetry
Apr 1, 2004 4:31:46 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Apr 1, 2004 4:31:46 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Lol, I know what you mean, often ppl are not satisfied with their work. lol, I know that too. But I think you can be proud of the 'I lost myself one", really. Is the poem anymore new? Coz I've never seen it before. I like the work you did on sonorities in this one. It's great that you could found out how to make everything work, that's funny to see it gradually changing & improve, lol, I can't wait to see how it will be when finished. psst, I'm not sure, I thought it might be a typo in tainted revelation "def ears" for "deaf ears" ? I'm not sure, I say it just in case [/glow]
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Poetry
Apr 27, 2004 3:54:18 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Apr 27, 2004 3:54:18 GMT -5
[glow=purple,1,90000]To the young girl (my bro's friend) I talked about while ago in the Drink & drive thread. Because I'm stunned by her strength & am touched by it even tho I met her only a few times.
Aurélie
Hardly entering her sixteens She already has on her face A look which tolds her pain The carefree girl Tries so hard not to show her mourn But in her look is engraved The wound of her loss Cause the look never fool And without being able to tell how You know at once that something changed... She won't be the same anymore... She won't celebrate x-mas the same way The hole won't be filled, Someone left, was taken Leaving behind a gaping wound ...for her brother's loss On a misty sunday morning She mourns quietly in her heart Holding on to the last phtos A face never to be seen again. [/glow]
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Poetry
May 12, 2004 4:28:39 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on May 12, 2004 4:28:39 GMT -5
Here's some cruddy poems I just wrote like 3 or 4 minutes ago...
...Away in the Shadows...
I'm cast away to the shadows of the night, watching and waiting for the time to pass by, hoping day by day that I don't start to cry, I try to stay here, try to survive, but how can I live when i've got nowhere to hide?
...Final Trip...
Days go by, time speeds up, years come and go but no one will know, things can get bad, things can get worse, but nothing is worse than taking your final trip down in that big black hearse. Pulled out of the back, laying flat in your box, not a thought in your head, just buried by rocks...
...Falling Despair...
Falling slow, falling fast, nothing compares to falling until you fall towards the glass, your days run dark, thick with despair, you often think to the world and wonder if no one will care...
...Rotting...
Can't see a thing, can't hear a sound, no thoughts in my head, my body lays in the ground. Cold and dark the worms chew through, the rats feast on my flesh, I can't do a thing to stop what is wrong, i'm broken and cannot be fixed, not blessed with heaven, not damned with hell, but eternily stuck here with this dead rotting smell.
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Poetry
May 14, 2004 4:35:43 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on May 14, 2004 4:35:43 GMT -5
Here's some more poems. I wrote the first one late last night. The rest I wrote this morning while I was at school and was suppose to be doing my math work. ...Black Heart... Behold my soul for it needs to be forgiven for past sins that strike down upon my thickened black heart that wishes for it's very own survival. ...Lost... Cut me once, cut me twice, do what you may, do what you might, tell me you hate me, tell me to die, rip out my hair, gouge out my eyes, leave me in a ditch, leave me to die, just don't expect me to run, don't expect me to hide, i've lost the ability to do everything, even the ability to cry. ...Useless Soul... Can't take a breathe, can't hear a sound, I lay beneath the dirt, but my soul rests in space, between heaven and hell, for i'm not allowed in either, because i've got nothing to tell.
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Poetry
May 21, 2004 3:28:03 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on May 21, 2004 3:28:03 GMT -5
...Cry...
Dead forever, alive for all eternity, stabbed in the heart, poked in the eyes, ripped at my flesh, and cry cry cry...
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Poetry
May 21, 2004 3:43:50 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on May 21, 2004 3:43:50 GMT -5
...Alone... Walk through the darkness, walk through the woods, stand on the edge, try to push me but I wont budge, i'm standing here forever, cold and alone, you don't even look as you pass by, i'm just here alone and I wish I would die because it's better than sitting here fighting the urge to just cry.
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Poetry
Jun 22, 2004 4:13:26 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 22, 2004 4:13:26 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,900000]An old one (March 31), it's a song fitting with the real song "Clowns" hence the title...not still accurate to how I am now tho, but nm
Can't you see my fear? (bis) Can't you see?
All this pretence in the air, I can't tell what scares me most My mystery dwells in the air A burden I bear alone. Now I smile and play pretend Live in past, fear future A mystery in the air Masks all around me. Masks are here to hide my fear, and to keep it for myself Masks over my face, it's a cross I need to bear Uncertainty weights on me, this is an emergency Quick you hide your eyes from me Close them, never see me there. Can't you see my fear ? Can't you see ? (repeat) Masks over my face Can't you see my fear ? Can't you see ? (repeat) Flying, flying, flying, flying
Soon I'll be in the air, not holding on to anywhere But holding on, you can't know, I have a secret a won't share I wish I could stay longer here, I don't deny, I do contemplate the world around. And I ask you NOT TO STAY Masks are put to keep you far, don't come closer you'd suffer Masks all around me, it's a cross I need to bear Uncertainty weight on me, this is an emergency Quick you hide your eyes from me Close them, never see me there Never se me there[/glow] [/center]
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Poetry
Jul 21, 2004 10:30:25 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 21, 2004 10:30:25 GMT -5
[glow=navy,3,90000000] A shadow in the dark And a smile on a face The sound of a quick pace And a dog afar bark
The rustling of a leaf The caress of the wind While away is the mind Wandering as a thief
A walk in the night Spared by the fright A walk to lead thee On the path of imaginary.
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Poetry
Sept 29, 2004 3:25:21 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Sept 29, 2004 3:25:21 GMT -5
[glow=navy,3,900000000]My poems are senseless lately, & it's very odd I write them in a urge, like they're gonna elude me if I don't hurry. I never really liked automatic writing & now it's taking its revenge on me, lol Am I possessed?
Labyrinth
Sunday… there is something wrong with someone But "who?" is what I cannot tell. Tuesday… a child is developing somewhere But in whose belly, I do not know. In that evening… a burning love, I know was not mine But made me dizzy as if it was my own.
She is sad, he is seething, and she is sick But only vague impressions No face, no name… anonymity. Maybe him, maybe her, maybe them Nothing but suppositions Stupid intuition!
A labyrinth, a maze, a mess Where am I stuck in? Which are mine which are not? Do I feel or do they feel? I can't tell, everything is blending… Mixing up… jumbling up…
And since I do not know Since it is all pointless I want to be left alone, To feel again, What is me, What is mine, What I am.[/glow]
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Poetry
Oct 6, 2004 3:48:56 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Oct 6, 2004 3:48:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,1,9000000]Vade Retro, Satana !
A useful tool Is that all what I am ? It is beneficial to have her around Let's keep her to hand.
But the "her" has a name And the "her" is upset And the "her" can't stand it no more What for? It is all futility…
A feeling of vacuity Facing this iniquity Overwhelms her individuality. Through various outlets She seeks a catharsis And for fear of losing control She beseeches Nemesis To help her to deal wisely with her ire And to keep intact her safety valve.
"What you take won't kill you But careful what you're giving." You should have paid more attention to the phrase She thinks in a mute soliloquy. Now, nil reigns... point of no return. [/glow][/b]
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Poetry
Oct 8, 2004 1:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Oct 8, 2004 1:13:36 GMT -5
very good Frenchy, the emotion in it is very strong, and I like the Depeche Mode quote. What does Vade Retro, Satana mean though? Retro has a meaning in English but I don’t think it applies here?
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Poetry
Oct 8, 2004 4:54:13 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Oct 8, 2004 4:54:13 GMT -5
[glow=navy,3,900000]It's Latin, "Vade retro, Satanas" means literally Go back, Satan. I donno if ppl do that sometimes for joking, but in here it's like you say that while making a cross with ur fingers & it's to keep the devil away, like when you wanna tease someone because of what he said or did or something. Hence in the text the will to have ppl to get away, seeing them all like destructors.
& yep, this quote from Depeche Mode stroke me when I heard it, it's just so true, & funny you recognized it btw.
Btw, where is your new banner from? [/glow]
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Poetry
Oct 8, 2004 23:38:21 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Oct 8, 2004 23:38:21 GMT -5
From? Well from me, lol. I made it. I made it for a blade message board I belong to that’s why the avatar said Abigail, but I got the Moderator to change my name to Faithy there to! So YAY! Now I can put up the faithy version here and there, it’s so much better with the same name everywhere. I chose those pictures because I felt they were powerful images. Like she’s being restricted and censored, maybe even harmed. And you can’t read it well do to the crappy conversion to JPG format, but the bottom left hand corner says ‘release me’. And I get the joke about the crossing fingers and the get behind me satan, it’s a joke here as well. Like if I am messing around or being weird a friend will say that to me and show the cross, and I will hiss like a vampire and shield my eyes as a joke, lol. And of course I recognized the quote! lol I am a huge Depeche Mode fan. I have a lot of their CD’s, and I like their lyrics a lot. Oh oh and I REALLY hope that the package is mine! I have been so worried it wouldn’t ever get to you, and I have something else for you but I didn’t want to mail it till I knew it could get to you safely. So *crosses fingers till the look like a twizzler* take care and (hugs)!! ~ Faithy
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Poetry
Oct 9, 2004 1:03:10 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Oct 9, 2004 1:03:10 GMT -5
[glow=navy,3,9000000]7.50 am Faithy !! Me think the post office open at 8am so I'm gonna check soon. Fortunately it's few feet away from my house.
Oh, & sice you're a Depeche Mode fan you might be able to help me. A friend lend me an album of them, but I have no idea what the title of the album is since she can't remember & since it's a copied cd. The first song is "taking a ride with my best friend" & the n°10 is the best gloomy, & freaking song I ever heard I think. & btw, I'm converting my roomy to Depeche Mode, & it's working !!!! Yay, coz it's sommink hard to do, like it never worked for other like Linkin Park or Evanescence or Vangelis ...
Cool there is the same kind of funny joke there, with the Vade Retro Satanas ! Joking meaning, serious meaning, I mean, ususally ppl uses the joking meaning only...
7.59am !!! i'm going back soon i'll email you or something
Got it got it, but I guess you got the emails. & what something else, no no no way, you spoilt me already gee, I didn't even deserve so many things !!! Me happy, very very happy now [/glow]
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Poetry
Oct 12, 2004 5:50:36 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Oct 12, 2004 5:50:36 GMT -5
Oh, & sice you're a Depeche Mode fan you might be able to help me. A friend lend me an album of them, but I have no idea what the title of the album is since she can't remember & since it's a copied cd. The first song is "taking a ride with my best friend" & the n°10 is the best gloomy, & freaking song I ever heard I think. & btw, I'm converting my roomy to Depeche Mode, & it's working !!!! Yay, coz it's sommink hard to do, like it never worked for other like Linkin Park or Evanescence or Vangelis ... Hey Frenchy, I believe the CD you want is Depeche Mode Music For The Masses the first song is called “Never Let Me Down Again” and the 10th song, is it an instrumental type? Is so it’s called Pimpf. I hope this is the right one. oh and I am very glad you liked your package
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Poetry
Oct 13, 2004 3:12:36 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Oct 13, 2004 3:12:36 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,90000]With the lil 15 song in it yup that's it. Thanky I guess I'm gonna keep this album & little longer & in exchange I'll lend mine (Exciter) to the person who lend me this cd. I wanted to go & buy all the cd of them I found in a second-hand cd store, but since I've been stolen my money for this month I guess I'll have to wait *crosses fingers so that no one buy the cds be4*[/glow]
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Poetry
Nov 18, 2004 8:06:14 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Nov 18, 2004 8:06:14 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,9000000]Morpheus message?
Lost in catacombs, I wander. This motionless squalid shape I'm making out afar in the gloom Give me a shudder… On the qui vive I come closer, Approaching slowly, Lapsed into total silence For fear of the contingent outlets That could cause the vanishing Of this quixotic apparition. Is this catafalque mine? Am I to die tonight?
Sinking into an abyssal lethargy Prisoner of a never-ending apathy A swirl of nil takes over my mind … but I open my eyes, And turmoil comes back I'm still alive. [/glow]
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Poetry
May 25, 2005 3:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on May 25, 2005 3:32:20 GMT -5
Clones?
No tears in my eyes But a tempest inside That tears all apart The jetsams of my wreckage
This sea rages in me Shattering my feelings And all the ideas I had about me.
But I don't want To be that, to be me If me means these things, I'd much prefer to die.
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