welcome to...My Poetry Spot!

Introduction

Hello! I've been in a poetry kick lately and I was hoping to get some feedback. I will return the favor, naturally. Thank you for your time!

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I Don't Want to Hear

I hear the voices
They remind me of choices
I cover my ears,
Because I don't want to hear.

The voices are your's
They want to give me a tour
But I cover my ears,
Because I don't want to hear.

Never has your voice been so bold
Never has it been so cold,
I try to cover my ears,
But you want me to hear.

You speak of the wonders of the world
And the cruelties never told,
You remind of my own failings
Lingering on the damning,
And I want to cover my ears
But there is too much to hear.

Memories

Memories are a funny thing.
What was once so clear...isn't anymore
What was once so unclear is now...see through
And what once made my heart flutter---
Now resembles stone.

Hey, Jasny, hey

Hey, Jasny, hey
I have all of the cards
But you don't see...
...You never see...

Hey, Jasny, hey
Do you feel lost?
You look like you're lost
And I hold all of the cards
Don't you see?
...You never see...

Hey, Jasny, hey
I feel lost, too.
And you hold all of the cards
But you don't see...
...You never see...

Hey, Jasny, hey
Look at me, look look
Here's the big bad hook.
And the cards, the cards of life,
They are burning, ashes ashes,
-Ashes to ashes, We all fall-
And you still don't see
...You never see...

(About a friend of mine, or somebody who used to be my friend. I'm not to going explain the exact meaning of this poem, I think its easy to figure out. The cards represent the cards we are all dealt and whoever holds them has the control, but that control burned to ashes. And she never understood.)

Game

Let's play a game.
I'll sit here and smile simply
You'll pretend to care about what I have to say
I'll include you in everything I do
While you walk away (Please don't walk away)
And while life keeps moving on
And you keep floating away to faraway places
I'm still sitting here with a smile glued to my face.

(I'm sure we've all felt this way)

Darkness

There is a darkness
that holds a place in every
heart. It seethes in each
and every pore. It is just
hoping to gain control. And
it will get you when you least
expect it.

(This isn't terribly original, but I was trying out a different style. It didn't stick.)

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I try to smile
I try to stand tall
Yet I only frown
And I fall to to the ground

(It isn't my best poem but I kind of like it, and it doesn't have any special meaning)

I let this thread die, and I didn't want to make a new one. So I'm going to add onto it instead, even though its a year old >>;
I'm going to add onto the first one what some of the poems are about and do the same here. You are welcome to interpret them however you want too, though.

Your Ghost

Gone, in the blink of an eye
Your smiles, your laughs…all turn into dust.
My tears crash down and it becomes mud
I’m trapped by your memory
Only time can heal the wounds of yesterday
But you are a ghost that still lingers
The past still whispers about what was
And it whispers about what will never be
Why did you leave me in the mud?
Leave behind your smiling ghost?
But memories fade, they blow away,
And everything that you meant to me—
Will turn into not.

(I wrote this when my one coworker was transfered to another store that was closer to where he lived. He was an amazing person who was nice to me even though I didn't deserve it. He was genuinely a good person and thats what I liked about him)

Colors

There are so many colors
They flood my vision---
I'm going blind, I'm going to be blind
My arms, they're frozen,
My legs are in a bind
The colors begin to fade...
An eery music begins to play
My memories are colors of jade
And I don't know the way.

There are so many colors
They flood my vision---
But they lack any form,
And then they begin to fade...
Its all in my mind or so they say
Yet the eery music starts to play
And my memories jade.

There are so many colors
They flood my vision---
Yet I feel so lost.
The formless bubbles don't lead the way,
My memories have turned to jade
And the eery music makes way for a new day.

The day is fading in so many colors,
They flood my vision---
But I have never been so blind
My body is no longer responding
And the music and the voices disappear
The colors turn to black, and---
I no longer know who I am.

(This came to me when I wanted to write a poem but couldn't think of anything. So I started it as such to have something to work with and it took a life of its own. My interpretation of it is somebody who is dying to put it simply.)

Sensation

What is this new sensation?
It reminds me of an infestation.
I hear the little whispers you say,
The melody of this brandnew game
And the thought I have is what a wonderful day!

The lights flicker on out, the colors fade,
Our lips meet, and I wonder if it is all a facade...
But the illusion never shatters,
My heart may have skipped a beat
And to be frank, that is all that matters

This new sensation might be a fever
But all I can say is 'Never!'
Does this brandnew game make me bad?
As the colors blend together and sound fades away...
I find that I do not care; Not even a tad!

(I wrote this two days ago after I got my first kiss. This makes it seem more magical than it actually was, but it wasn't necessarily bad :) )

You

The air is chilled, but so is my heart,
The wind blows a steady breeze,
And I begin to think of you.
Your smiles are like sunshine
The rays warming my insides
And your eyes, they sparkle,
They are like the earth or summer sky
But my mind wanders,
And my attention span wans,
And I find myself drawn to reality
Where equations hold sway
And you are no more than fantasy.

(I wrote this in math class and I wanted to write something)

Is this...?

Is this what it feels like?
Does it even count?
And should I feel something that I lack?

The walls surround me, they trap,
It is only a whisper, it barely leaves a mark,
And suddenly I am at loss for words,
And my face turns to stone.

There is no anger, just confusion
I feel a touch of the awkward
A taste of something new,
I wonder how I ought to feel
And find I feel weird.

Now I wonder what I should do
Continue this charade, or politely decline
I don't feel the same, it is that simple
Nice guy or not, this has to stop
Kiss my cheek, not my lips
And perhaps we can still be friends.

(This was written at the end of last year. A boy pulled me off to the side and kissed my cheek in the library and told me that he liked me. I felt absolutely nothing over the act itself and I wondered if there was something wrong with me. My sister told me to go for it, but I didn't. I'm glad I didn't.)

Curtain

And the curtain falls,
This scene is forever over,
I run down endless halls,
Trying to find my perfect lover.

(This is only the first part of the poem, but the rest is lacking so I'll probably end up rewriting it.)

I wrote this about my boyfriend in october when we had only been dating for three months. I kinda fell in love with him pretty quickly but this was about when it really hit. I was scared to tell him since it can go a number of ways, but when I finally told him it didn't go badly...actually it was kind of funny. It is super weird that I can like somebody so much. And I showed him this the other day, I was going to read it out loud but I was too shy so I made him read it to himself =)
Warning, it is super sappy. And girly. You have been warned!

Missing You

I miss you when you are not here
I can still feel your tender touch
The way you took my breath away
And how you made me feel so safe.

Your scent still lingers
My phone is so silent, it ought to ring
What are you doing? How are you feeling?
What is that makes you, you?
I want to know everything,
Can I see you smile?
Can I hold you one last time?
And I wish you never had to go.

Do you know how much I miss you?
How much I wish you could hold me?
But you seem so far away
And tomorrow can't come fast enough.

When you call me beautiful, I believe it,
You make me feel so comfortable
And who knew how much I could laugh.

I think that I am in love with you
Could you love me, too...?
I wish you never had to go,
I want to put you in a box,
So that I could hide you from the world
And keep you all to myself.

I miss you, but it has only been a day.
Is that even okay?
I love the sound of your voice
The way your breath quickens
And I like it when you smile,
It makes the world a little bit brighter--
And missing you gives me something to write about.

Since "Missing You" is a poem, I've gone ahead and merged that thread with the poetry topic you had already made. :yes:

Knerd: My bad! I like your signiture by the way =)