Miss Scissorhand's Poetry Thread.

[EmilyScissorhands]

I decided to post a few of my poems here.

Sorry, you guys, but I don't post any of my "favorite" poetry online, because my work was stolen at one point in my life. So I'm very wary...

But I'll post a few of my "reject" poems on here, and maybe someone will enjoy them. ^_^

A Content Warning:
A lot of my poetry contains violence, insanity, and a few very dark concepts, including murder and abuse from unlikely view points. Most of it's pretty tame, with mere hints of violence. I'll leave a comment before the poem if there's anything too terribly bad in it.

And just so you know: I do NOT support violence in ANY way... I'm quite the peaceful person. biggrin  

[EmilyScissorhands]

The rhyme scheme is really off in this one, but I love the concept. It's a very dark, melancholy view of a love.

To me, it's about being in a relationship that you know is bad for you, but you can't do anything about it: Perhaps because the concept of love is hypnotizing, perhaps because others are watching.

Make what you will of it, though. It can mean whatever you want it to mean.

Valse Noire De Coeur

Into the starlight,
We danced.
The moon at our throats
At the thought
Of romance.
We bled into the sand.
And crimson eyes
Watched as
Our hopes were banned.
Young love, a glimmer,
And everyone romancing.
Take my hand,
The world grows dimmer
As everyone is dancing.  

[AntoniaMerEnfant]

EmilyScissorhands

The rhyme scheme is really off in this one, but I love the concept. It's a very dark, melancholy view of a love.

To me, it's about being in a relationship that you know is bad for you, but you can't do anything about it: Perhaps because the concept of love is hypnotizing, perhaps because others are watching.

Make what you will of it, though. It can mean whatever you want it to mean.

Valse Noire De Coeur

Into the starlight,
We danced.
The moon at our throats
At the thought
Of romance.
We bled into the sand.
And crimson eyes
Watched as
Our hopes were banned.
Young love, a glimmer,
And everyone romancing.
Take my hand,
The world grows dimmer
As everyone is dancing.

I absolutely enjoyed this piece! You have a lot of talent. I wish I could put my finger on what made it so superb, but it may just be as simple as your command of words.  

[EmilyScissorhands]

AntoniaMerEnfant

EmilyScissorhands

The rhyme scheme is really off in this one, but I love the concept. It's a very dark, melancholy view of a love.

To me, it's about being in a relationship that you know is bad for you, but you can't do anything about it: Perhaps because the concept of love is hypnotizing, perhaps because others are watching.

Make what you will of it, though. It can mean whatever you want it to mean.

Valse Noire De Coeur

Into the starlight,
We danced.
The moon at our throats
At the thought
Of romance.
We bled into the sand.
And crimson eyes
Watched as
Our hopes were banned.
Young love, a glimmer,
And everyone romancing.
Take my hand,
The world grows dimmer
As everyone is dancing.

I absolutely enjoyed this piece! You have a lot of talent. I wish I could put my finger on what made it so superb, but it may just be as simple as your command of words.

Thank you. ^_^  

[EmilyScissorhands]

Here's one more. I wrote this at 2 in the morning while trying to get to sleep. Yet again, the rhyme scheme is off. I wrote this as a semi-rhyming paragraph instead of a poem, so that's probably why.

Insanity (In Two Easy Steps)

I took my sleeping pills today.
Fed these fish my useless remains.
Four AM, the hurting stopped.
My heart's numb, but I'm okay.

This black heart waltz won't keep me,
But two steps back and I'll fall.

It's five AM, and I can't rest.
I'm okay, but my heart won't last,
For I'm thirty pills in
And learning from my dreams:
Two steps back and you'll fall deep.

To pass the angels to a lower asylum
With a white jump suit to keep you silent.  

[amaeli]

Although I enjoy role-playing occasionally, I did not necessarily want to do so just to submit some of my poetry. Your thread seemed just as appropriate a place as any, so I apologize if it was not originally your intent for others to post their work here as well, Miss Scissorhands. This is one of my most recent pieces. The rhyming scheme is a bit simplistic compared to other poems I have written, but I think it might be worth reading all the same.


I lie alone and wait
Longing for your embrace

Overcome by feelings
My head begins reeling

You were my forever
Now it may be never

What was once certainty
Becomes this insanity

Hope is always fleeting
My heart has stopped beating

Nothing left but a shell
Trapped inside my own hell

These memories grow cold
Doubt creeps in through this hole

In the blink of an eye
My soul begins to die

This heart is broken
Its remains now frozen

Ice falling to the floor
I break apart once more

Devastated again
All things come to an end

Just look and you will see
There is no trace of me  

[AntoniaMerEnfant]

Wow Amaeli. (I always ask this question, bear with me) was this based on your own feelings?

What I liked about your poem was that I could relate entirely, it pin pointed some of the feelings I felt when I was heart broken. Pretty words are fine an dandy, but there is something to be said when a writer can capture what people feel.  

[amaeli]

Why thank you, Antonia. whee To answer your question, all of my poetry is based on emotions I have felt at one point or another in my life. Like many others, I write so I do not have to keep whatever I am feeling hidden away deep inside where it can fester and slowly kill me from within. Therefore, once I have poured everything out of me onto the page, I need not worry myself with thinking about it anymore. 3nodding

 

[Super Buick]

hmm... perhaps someday, i'll be able to do the same. right now though, i have a hard time conveying my thoughts and emotions into words.  

[SydneySkye]

The poems are awesome. They make you feel and think. I love that.  

[avoralus]

Since this is apparently the spot to post one's poetry, I might just belt out an old one for the sake of doing it.

Never did title it.

It doesn't make much sense to have to laugh yourself to sleep,
It's asinine to salvage all the pieces buried deep;
My soul awaits, my heart abates when eyes can barely see,
My sins are retroactive and my head is killing me;
There's one of us that's ragged,
One of us that's clean,
One in need of thrills, another still of dopamine;
We're running out of upside-down,
Direction's all the same--
A brand of rationale that we can all just simply feign.
Allocate.
Exasperate.
Inspire and control.
They tell us of diseases that can rot away our souls.
We found a god inside the box that keeps the mass in line,
And he told us true salvation was to enervate our minds.
To give up eating apples.
To give up ten percent.
To kneel, sign his cross, and never question what it meant.
My eyes transfixed on pixels, and my head, it throbbed with pain,
And the plethora of god-hairs split and formed as though in vain;
The gel that caked the space between the strands of flowing twine
Connected to his hands and feet in ten suspending lines;
And then I saw the star of six the weavery unfurled,
And so I caught another plot to take over the world.