Drakefell01 Posted July 8 Author Share Posted July 8 Why not make your salad if your salad doesn't make itself? - George Mittleton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drakefell01 Posted July 22 Author Share Posted July 22 What does one do, Without a tortilla shell? How is one to get, A new bag of tortilla's? Why would one waste gas, To drive all the way to the store? Who is to know, As I weep in sorrow. - George Mittleton 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted July 22 Share Posted July 22 [The following is what's called doggerel, not poetry, but here it is anyway.] Devil in the basement alone Tortilla shells his dream home He's sad and he's low Needs more but won't go Life's building blocks he believes In the shells where he conceives But he's stuck in the dark Won't venture Won't embark Shopping's too far He's wishing on a star Tortilla dreams fade In the basement he's made Sad devil moans through the night Hunger pangs he can't fight Echoes in the walls Loneliness calls He won't step outside Basement is his only guide Lost in his beliefs Wrapped in tormented grief Shopping's too far He's wishing on a star Tortilla dreams fade In the basement he's made 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted August 11 Share Posted August 11 A few days ago I observed someone who was unable to embrace their pain and their mistakes as part of themselves and was looking to religion or psychiatric pharmaceuticals to erase what should be a significant part of them. It's not surprising. Embracing your pain is a lot harder than erasing it, but it's healthier in the long run, especially after several decades of accumulated emotional scars. Anyway, the encounter inspired me to write a poem. And I then converted the poem into a film which I shared in the Nexus Mods Skyrim SE Supporter section, but obviously I can't link the film here. I can, however, share the poem. And the above is its context. "The Happy" The demons in Hell are the happy They know that their pain is their might The angels in Heaven are blissful They believe that the end will go right We are our scars and our failures Our mistakes and our cries Erasing the bad for the good Makes us live in a world of our lies To wish for a Heaven To wish for no strain To wish for our innocence Will kill us with pain The demons in Hell are the happy They love what they have and they are The demons in Hell are the happy They wish on themselves not a star The end of love The end of apathy The end of hate The end of fantasy The demons in Hell are the happy To wish for an else is a bane The demons in Hell are the happy They know that to hope is a chain (c)2024 Guglielmo Earthbound 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted August 11 Share Posted August 11 Come to think of it, a few days before "The Happy" I wrote a similar poem about inevitability and the need to go through life making what you have count. And as I made the film to go with it YouTube friendly (rather than Flickr friendly), it is shareable in this forum. This is the poem: "No Dodging" There is no dodging a bullet There is only biding its time The swamp will drag us down The way up is to climb There is no waiting to breathe The next gasp has to come There is no sitting in the road You ride or you crawl or you run Silence of the crickets Sunlight of the night Wetness of the desert Courage of our fright The clap of our feet on the ground The cry of our dreams we forgot The flash of a word with no sound The hope of the craziest of thought There is no dodging a bullet There is no running from fear Don't wait to do what you love The bed in your grave is so near The winds from a butterfly's wings The creak of your bones when you wake The sounds you can never detect The boat with no rudder to steer There is no dodging a bullet The reckoning will always arrive There is no waiting tomorrow It's here in front of your eyes Keep riding away from the fire Keep swimming away from it all They'll catch you or not on their own So journey each step 'til you fall There is no dodging a bullet There is only the road and your fate There is no dodging a bullet There is you and your steps as you wait (c)2024 Guglielmo Earthbound I did share this on Nexus Red Dead Redemption 2 Video share, but only people who follow me would have seen it there. I figured I'd share it in this forum as well as it's a poem. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted August 14 Share Posted August 14 I wrote a poem/film on the Nexus Supporter image share, but I'll post its text here in the poem thread. "What She Sees" What does she see when she looks in your eyes Are you thinking of her with desire Are you lost in your thoughts and your needs Aching with personal fire What does she see when she looks in your soul Are you thinking of her with disdain? Are you wishing your touch was less cold Are you a ghost of your past and insane What does she see when she looks in your heart Are you waiting for what never will come Are you speechless in fright as you stare Sad for the wretch you've become What does she see when she looks in your eyes Are you tender or burning with thought Are you watching her eyes or her flesh Are you a fountain of love or a shot What does she hear when she asks you to stay Do you think of her longing for friends What do you see when she looks in your eyes Are you the start of her joy or its end What does she see when she looks in your eyes What do you see when you look in your soul (c) 2024 Guglielmo Earthbound 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted August 16 Share Posted August 16 I posted the following poem in a film at the Nexus Supporter Image Share, but I'll add the text here as well: "She Gave Up" She gave up desire To be a little more sane She gave up her heart To feel less pain She gave up her dream To see with her eyes She gave up her sight To live in her lies She gave up her love Because it hurt too much But she still feels the loss With no one to touch She gave up her soul Though it whispers at night Why does it hurt When she turns out the light She gave up her fear But it won't go away She cries in the dark For her last hope to stay She gave up her music So when he comes she would know She's waiting forever He died long ago She gave up desire But it keeps coming back She's empty inside And her future is black She gave up her life She gave up her soul She gave it to you And you don't even know (c) 2024 Guglielmo Earthbound 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted August 21 Share Posted August 21 This post is to talk about poetry itself. During the late 1980s college was still cheap enough one could work at a job for $7 an hour and still pay his or her way through college without requiring student loans. So for around nine years I simply took every class I thought was interesting and paid for them by working full time jobs while I went to school. (I also went to 8 night clubs a week plus a movie every Tuesday and essentially slept every other day unless you count lying down in bed for five minutes before it was time to get up or dozing off in the front row of some lectures right in front of the teacher--a teacher who still gave me an A+ because I always woke up and answered every question correctly.) During those nine years I took very many classes in poetry and creative writing because I've always loved poetry. The main take away I took from this is there are two competing schools of thought on poetry: 1. That the author's intended meaning matters, and 2. That the author's intended meaning is irrelevant, and the reader is free to assign any meaning he or she wishes. I have always been of the second school, and I'm reminded of one of the most emotionally expressive singers I've heard, Lisa Gerrard from Dead Can Dance. In an interview in their DVD titled "Toward the Within" she said she likes to sing without the indoctrination of language. I'm also reminded of the sound track of a couple of wonderful films such as "The Opening of Misty Beethoven" and "Thick As Thieve" in which there are songs with no words but beautiful singing. So a few days ago I decided to write a poem without the indoctrination of language, and it came out as follows: La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala Na nanana nana Na na nanana nana La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala La la lala lalala lala lala Na na nana nanana nana nana La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala Na nanana nana Na na nanana nana La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala La la lala lalala lala lala Na na nana nanana nana nana La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala Na nanana nana Na na nanana nana La lalala lala, la la, lala La lalalala lala lala La la lala lalala lala lala Na na nana nanana nana nana For the curious, that poem sounds like this: What that poem sounds like And according to the school of poetry to which I subscribe, that poem has meaning. It has the meaning any reader subscribes to it. Sometimes words are their own beauty. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karna5 Posted September 4 Share Posted September 4 I wrote a poem about loneliness (and shared the film titled "At Your Door" I made with it in the Nexus Supporter section). But as the poem's theme is universal in nature, I figured I'd share it here for those who don't have Supporter/Premium memberships to see it. No one waits at your door No one remembers your name Nobody misses you anymore Only your memories remain Nobody cares if you die Nobody cares if you phone No angels watch from the sky You're a ghost, totally alone Life through TV is what's left Stories through books are your dreams All of your hopes are bereft You're alone to the utter extremes Is this your fear or a fact of today Is it too late for you to decide Perhaps it's only for you to say Will your life and your fears both collide No one waits at your door You never asked them to come No one calls anymore Are you the ghost you've become When did you last make a call When did you visit your friend Perhaps you did drop the ball But you're still in time to amend No one waits at your door Is this how you want it to end (c)2024 Guglielmo Earthbound This is a link to song of that poem I made for the film. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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