Random Rantings of a Sarcastic Poet » poetry

cravingoxygen — Thu, 29 May 2008 15:49:00 +0000

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Silence of Ink

Floating wings

Of moonlit white
Crossed and recrossed
With scars of ink

Veins that pulse
With bloody shadows;
Dark, wet threads
Slapped across the page

Never tells a secret
Never breaks a promise
Never ever shocked
By what you feel is realNo use in lying to it
Doesn’t care ’bout the truth
Though you be spattered with blood
It’s always willing to soothe

It’s a song without a voice
Music without a sound
It’s emotions translated
Into the foreign language of now

Doesn’t judge by what you write
Or think about
Or feel
It’s a silent confindante
Though all else
May be surreal

cravingoxygen — Fri, 23 May 2008 18:35:00 +0000

Yeah okay.
So call me lame, but I’ve found a couple of other poems that I wrote before. Here’s one of them:

Numb
There are times that I wonder
Whether I’m still alive
Or whether I’m just going through the motions;
Walking dead

Fine outside
Numb inside
Interesting lack of emotion
As I watch from afarWonder what went wrong
Wonder whether anything went wrong
Wonder what actually went right

I don’t know anymore
There’s nothing wrong with me
Yet something’s not like it should

Don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to say
Don’t know what to feel
Don’t know whether I still can

Now wasn’t that just wonderfully depressing. Well, here’s another one. It was supposed to be a song, but I kinda couldn’t come up with a chorus, so it became a poem. It doesn’t have a name.

Stuck in a rut
On the outskirts of life
No way back in
No way to pull out
But I don’t care
I’m gonna come clean
No matter what I do
I’m being sucked inIt’s pushing, I’m pulling
With all of my might
It’s coming, I’m going
Trying hard to pull out
But although I try
To change my ways
No matter what I do
I’m being sucked in

Nothing that stands out
Anymore
Each colour is faded
More than before
Everything blurs
Not much can be seen
No matter what I do
I’m being sucked in

There’s quicksand
All around
And I’m being sucked in.

cravingoxygen — Fri, 23 May 2008 18:14:00 +0000

Hey again.
Here’s my newest poem if you feel like reading it:

Craving Oxygen
As an alread-parched desert
Is forever desiring more sun
As a drunken ocean
Begs more water for the next high
My heart pleads for space and isolation
My lonely soul craves oxygenAlways feeling crowded
Though there’s no-one around
Never mind that the place is empty
Feel like I still hear sounds

It’s as though the air is liquid
Each breath I take -
It burns me

Breathing shards
Of shattered glass
Feel it slicing up my feelings

Hate this eternal silence
But cracked silence hurts more
It’s cutting up my emotions
Puncturing my heartCall it paranoia
You can never be too careful
Retreating into my loneliness
Where there’s no-one to cause pain
‘Cept me

Maybe I’ll add some more to it. But that’s it for now. Maybe that shrink was right. *sigh sigh*
Don’t really know. Don’t particularly care. I guess this is me in a certain sense, but not how I feel right now. I, personally, am feeling pretty okay.Your Sarcastic Poet

Ballad of a Boyfrienless Outcast

cravingoxygen — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:34:00 +0000

Ballad of a Boyfriendless Outcast
AKA
Fallen for the Stranger I’ve Never MetI’ve never seen your face
Or the colour of your eyes.
I’ve never seen you smile
Or one of your teardrops as it dries.I’ve never felt your touch
Or the brush of your gaze.
I’ve never been with you a moment
Yet I’ve known you all my days.

Is it possible to love someone
Who you don’t even know?
I’ve fallen for a total stranger
To who I long to go.

I’ve never sensed your presence
In the middle of the crowd.
I’ve never heard you whisper;
Maybe all else is too loud.

I love you with everything inside me
All my dreams, hopes and wishes are yours.
Yet, for all I know, you’re one of them:
An empty fantasy at Death’s doors.

I’ve never spoken a word to you,
Though not out of choice.
I’ve never heard you make a sound
Yet, I’m sure I’d know your voice.

But somewhere deep inside me,
I know you do exist.
You must be out there somewhere
The little voice persists.

You’ve never ever seen me,
Yet I know I’ll know it’s you.
And when you see me, finally,
You’ll feel like you always knew

But I don’t know where to find you
Or look for you or call
As you might have noticed,
The world’s big and I’m pretty small.

You’ve never held me in your arms
When I was miserable or cried
Even though I’d say I was fine
You’d know that I had ied

The chances of me finding you,
When your very existance is questionable,
Doesn’t matter much to me,
No matter how unbelievable.

You’ve never put your hand in mine
To show me that you care.
You’ve never put your lips on mine
To show our love is rare.

But I believe in hope
And in faith and in love
And someday I know I’ll find you
‘Cause I believe in true love.

Okay, so it’s lame and lovestruck, but give me a break. I can’t be sarcastic all the time. And I’ve got copyright on this, so don’t go publishing it as yours all over the net or using it as lyrics for your song or whatever else you might want to do to or with it.
Comments welcome. If anyone’s even reading this. Why they’d be doing this I don’t know. (See, I’m back to my sarcastic self again).

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