Shadow

If it won't leave me alone it's no surprise that I'm shrill
but to no avail, my shadow follows me still.
When sunlight reveals my frown, that only fills it with glee.
Yet on a moonlit night it never fails to locate me.
Until my shadow appears the only thing that is true
appearing in a flash on any wall within view.

But increasingly I realise that it is pleasing after all
to have such a constant companion, then I recall
that the only times my shadow has left me alone
have been the darkest times that I have known.
And so it fills me with delight to have my shadow about
for it completes my world, without a doubt.

I am not interested in poem.
but some figurative poems are interesting.

I just heard this poem written by Bob Dylan (it's not a song).
I'm a 'new' big fan of Bob Dylan since like two months ago (God forgive me for being so late to know about his works), but I just heard this poem called 'Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie' just a couple days ago, and It feels like a REVELATION to me. Because he can say what I just want to say but I can't. And he daid it almost 45 years ago, 20 years before i was born. So.. I just can't hold myself to share this for all of you guys.

Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Bob Dylan

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown

Ok
I wrote this In high school
"Sorry for the silence
I've dwelling in ...
But in compare with your beauty
no words can ever win "
I never had the time too say to anyone ..hope one day i will

Purple feelings

happiness sewed with tears
colorful backgrounds disguise bloody hills
is this our love?
just a mask on empty feeling
usual actions that hide a horrible killing
a fake smile to prove that we are in pain
a dead heart to show we're still awake
breath in breath out
i take the challenge of another day
moving like a corpse trying to win a game i can't play
is love a lie?
thats what i think
while losing more tears every time i blink
my words don't reach you in that empty space
locked away in your own little place
i begged you to take me
in your own little world
to give me the key so i can open your closed door
but only pain
lays in your dark heart
your suffering brakes me aparat
i don't want this love
take it from me
i don't want to suffer from disbelief
this world is to cruel
my feelings are so empty
our tears are filled with lies
again something in me dies
than reborn's to see the light
torturing myself over and over again
nothing good"s gonna come , nothing new will stand.
is this love ?
no , it's murder between our hearts
it's a massacre that's in front of our eyes
but we chose not to see it
and take it over again and again
repeating the the same words repeating the same game
lost in the nightmare of love
lost in our own little pain
having the same purple feelings
destroying each other with hate.

Anyone reading this post is extremely lucky. For you get to lay your virgin eyes upon one of my famous poems.

i can't speak to you with my eyes.
i see you through my lips,
furiously molded against yours.

you don't know me.

your words are laced of spiked honesty;
you're fucking hurting me.
play a false one, please.

i don't want you.

i don't know how to creat one.but i create short poem.

i love pablo neruda...i love tonight i write the saddest poem but anyway here is my contribution:
On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

(tell me what you think)

"To face myself"

Seeing clear but a blur of understanding
Dazed in self-ishness
In depths of fear
Filled by emotions supressed inside of me
Knowing what is the need to see
But curled up can not move
Filled in anguish
So crushed in pieces
Blame is pointed in all
"Why cant i stand
To face myself"

theres one on my profile, in the pages with the korean title~~ check it out!

GENIUS!

LOL... you wrote this song?? dang.. me and my classmates used to sing this song.. =]

its not good at all but it's fun so here it is Help can know one hear me i'm dying dose know one care .I'm praying i'm on my knees.I'm bleeding blod is gushing out from my wounds.Know one hears me i'm traped the walls are closeing in i'm sufucating.Everything is going black.I scream once more but nuthing.I'm on by myself know one here to save me.I'm going to die.Will know one save me from my death. I see only darkness know light know glimps of hope my dreams will die alonge with me.Save me......Save me someone dont lett me die not by myself not all alone.Help i'm caling out save me.I'm longing for some one to save me if im going to die i dont want to die alone. Ican feal the lights leaving my eyes.I know i'm going to die alone.I'm choking on my blod i'm going to die alone this is it i'm dying. God frogive me or my sins take away my pain,my sadniss rap me in your arms.Giv me peace,serenity,happyness,joy save me......Save me. p.s my spelling suxs sry ;.; <(^.^<) (>^.^)>!

we are
lost
lost till loneliness
change in hatred
the spider
will we be
trapping
killing
lost in pleasure
everlasting
till
we see
with 8 eyes
every cocon
is dead
toys
forever numb
dead
yet
alive
only for us
 
we
will see
the pain
hurt
we caused
every trap
we made
every soul
we ate
 
finally
will we know
and we
will cry eyes out
trembling
with laughter
our pleasure
everlasting