Poetry For Closure

  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 19, 2010 11:19 PM GMT
    Since lyrics can be poignant to help u heal. And since i've been reading so many posts of RJ members who've had their hearts broken. And since lyrics are synonymous w poetry, thought it'd be cool to start a new thread.

    Any eloquent RJ members out there ever write poetry to help u heal and get over someone u had feelings for and seal what's passed?

    Here's a ditty i wrote to start it off for those avid word buffs and spinsters willing to give their 2 bits:


    Daruma

    here---where i watch u sleep
    in quiet and in dark
    knowing tears will flow
    when u must go---and i
    am left---to dream again

    here---where u are not
    yet---in quiet and in dark
    i imagine u here---and u
    appear---my shining nite---and i
    am happy again




    Can't help it! I'm a sap w an old soul.....
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    Apr 19, 2010 11:55 PM GMT
    "If You Don't Love Me" (sung by Kylie Minogue)

    [1:]
    You can tell me anything
    You can tell me anything
    I'll believe you

    You know it too
    Share the truth with lies
    Set aside one flies
    Will you realise

    [CHORUS:]
    If you don't love me
    You don't love me
    I will know
    If you don't love me
    You don't love me

    [2:]
    You can ask me anything
    You can ask me anything
    I will do it

    You know it too
    Nothing that I'll do
    If you want me to
    And it's all so true

    [CHORUS:]
    I'll know
  • calibro

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    Apr 20, 2010 2:42 AM GMT
    this is one i wrote today that i have to turn into the workshop tomorrow (in Hebrew and the translation follows)...

    hata'am shel hachem'at bot'nim hoo pashoot
    l'dohrohn


    salchanoot
    he lo ma'aiyen
    he lo regah
    he lo hayakoom
    bayhn ahnan
    v'mahtzavah mehkooseh tachat chavalote

    he et hamirchav atah shoteh
    b'od c'dai tzefiyah har ligalgal et haroshu el tooch hayam
    im atah rotzeh
    lashir
    et hamezeg aveer
    lo metzapeh kol
    l'ahnote
    lo metzapeh et ha kol shel mishehu
    lomar lecha
    et harooach hachleeteh lo lehvaker
    o she'atah ti'ehyeh iy pa'am
    lisloach li

    rak atah
    yachol lisloach l'atzmecha
    ki simcha hoo
    hakir hatzahoov
    sheneftach b'chosech
    c'sheatah azov et hachataiyim
    rak atah zocher

    ki
    achbar hoo c'mo achbar
    kiseh hoo c'mo kiseh
    v'shum davar aynu domi l'shum davar
    milved otzmo
    echzor l'atzmi al zeh
    ahd sh'ehahni bzeh




    the taste of peanut butter is simple
    for doron


    forgiveness
    is not a well
    is not a moment
    is not the universe
    between a cloud
    and a tombstone covered under lilies

    it is the space you drink
    while watching a mountain roll its head into the sea
    if you want to sing to
    the weather
    do not expect a voice
    to answer
    do not expect someone's voice
    to tell you
    the wind has decided not to visit
    or that you will ever
    forgive me

    only you
    can forgive yourself
    because happiness is
    a yellow wall
    that opens in darkness
    when you let go of the sins
    only you remember

    because
    a mouse is like a mouse
    a chair is like a chair
    and nothing is like anything
    except itself
    i will repeat this to myself
    until i believe in it
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    Apr 20, 2010 2:54 AM GMT
    [quote][cite]calibro said[/cite]this is one i wrote today that i have to turn into the workshop tomorrow (in Hebrew and the translation follows)...


    the taste of peanut butter is simple
    for doron


    Lovely writing.
    However, is it just me, or between this thread and the one about songs to help get over your ex, there seem to be an inordinate number of guys suddenly needing closure. April really must be the cruelest month.
  • Celticmusl

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    Apr 20, 2010 3:07 AM GMT

    "We Might As Well Be Strangers" by Keane

    I don't know your face no more
    Or feel your touch that I adore
    I don't know your face no more
    It's just a place I'm looking for
    We might as well be strangers in another town
    We might as well be living in a different world
    We might as well
    We might as well
    We might as well

    I don't know your thoughts these days
    We're strangers in an empty space
    I don't understand your heart
    It's easier to be apart

    We might as well be strangers in another town
    We might as well be living in a another time
    We might as well
    We might as well
    We might as well be strangers
    Be strangers
    For all I know of you now
    For all I know of you now
    For all I know of you now
    For all I know
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    Apr 20, 2010 3:16 AM GMT
    writing, and not necessarily poetry, just writing in general is a way for me to separate myself from the current troubles or stress i face...i've never been in a relationship to be heart broken and turn to poetry, so here's one i wrote a while ago. it was written after a well known high school classmate died days after or high school graduation (im no lit or english major lol)

    You never understand the importance of life,

    Until you are forced to experience it full of pain
    A hurtful pain that is full of darkness and rain
    A storm like a monsoon, thundering with strain.

    To realize life can be taken away in a split second
    To be swept away into the clouds of heaven.

    Not even given a reason, a reason with meaning
    Only left with the urge of mourning and weeping.

    Why? We often ask ourselves.

    With the thought of us being next in the back of our heads.

    Makes you think of the way in which we live our lives
    Only to go out the next day to contradict ourselves in a circle of lies.

    Scott, you have taught me a valuable lesson
    And that is to cherish all I have been given and be aware of my actions.

    Thank you for your lessons and presence
    For I will never forget your memorable essence.

    RIP Scotty
  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 20, 2010 4:04 PM GMT
    Thx 4 sharing in this confessional dead hearts thread guys! Hope there are more introspective wordsmiths out there willing 2 bare a part of their souls. Honed words are a good cathartic way 2 purge what's gone awry in ur life. To frame, examine and find meaning in those certain deaths that have occurred. Hence, a forum.....

    Here are 2 more i wrote with a cynical (Dorothy Parker) bent:


    Mrs. KillJoy

    why---"spoil a page with rhymes?"
    sorrows are kept---by the weakest of minds

    let's cut the theatrics---i insist!
    too many manics---as it is

    "let's just go wild today" u say
    don't let ur inner child---waste away

    let's see how many we can screw---in the same bed
    cause---"u've plenty of time to do---nothing when ur dead!"

    u said---"the things i want most in life---i can't seem to get"
    so i'm left here---to fret---in my hapless mindset

    how u played charades in ur own parade
    did u whine so much---cause u cudn't get laid?

    stuck---in ur confessional mode of thinking
    which led down an habitual road of drinking

    u spoke with lips puckered from too much liquor
    ur high-brow head---as swollen as ur liver

    must u suffer my dear to make u write?
    pour ur tears on paper every nite?

    to fill a page with bric-a-brac
    to hone and keep---ur wit in tact

    how u embellished with relish---so callous and jealous
    spreading ur biting malice with zealous

    as u reveled in sharp-lipped truisms
    which turned into self-absorbed---solipsism

    proceeding The Beats
    their movement---a menial repeat

    ur foresight was unique---but in hindsight---oblique
    in need of ur clique---each day of the week?

    why how fitting Mrs. Parker!
    to be---a veteran martyr?

    a lethargic voice u had
    for a lethargic life---how sad!

    and u drink too much---because ur too pretty
    and u drink too much---because ur not pretty enuf

    but at least u were witty---oh so witty with ur ditties!
    tho witty---can get old as well my love



    excerpt from The Cold Read (The Mind-Heckler / Small Talk)

    and we'll keep---telling the stories of our lives---and we'll keep welcoming
    all the melodrama---and all the redundant pain and---chosen tragedies
    into our lives---just so we can say that something interesting---happened
    with our vain lives---some proof---that yes---we are indeed---alive
    and we'll continue singing---our songs and lies---and dreaming of the elusive
    sacred text---and reading our so-called poetry---with pen and paper ready
    by our late bedside stands---and it doesn't matter---what we're saying
    as long as we---can hear ourselves---talk...
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    Apr 20, 2010 4:09 PM GMT
    I have written a story called "Buying Bread at the Hardware Store" to help me get beyond that kind of pain... I can't post the whole thing, but if some of you wanna read it sometime, let me know.

    In the meantime, here's some Dorothy Parker for you:

    Indian Summer
    In youth, it was a way I had
    To do my best to please,
    And change, with every passing lad,
    To suit his theories.

    But now I know the things I know,
    And do the things I do;
    And if you do not like me so,
    To hell, my love, with you!
  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 20, 2010 6:53 PM GMT
    TexDef07 said:

    "...is it just me, or between this thread and the one about songs to help get over your ex there seem to be an inordinate number of guys suddenly needing closure? April really must be the cruelest month."


    I just think the topic was brought up and it just happens to be April and guys who can relate are just responding to the similar threads.....If anything, think December and February can be the cruelest months. They're the breakup months. Not that there 's a designated breakup month, but since two nostalgic holidays fall under these months---Xmas & Valentine's---the breakee can bypass exchanging sentimental gifts and prolonging the inevitable and further rubbing the hurt in the broke's face.
  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 20, 2010 7:34 PM GMT
    PA John posted video of Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make U Luv Me If U Don't":

    Has 2 be one of the saddest songs ever! Gets me in the gut everytime! Where's Cher when u need her?! Need 2, "SNAP OUT OF IT!!" Geez!! icon_smile.gif
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    Apr 20, 2010 7:42 PM GMT
    spgem saidSince lyrics can be poignant to help u heal. And since i've been reading so many posts of RJ members who've had their hearts broken. And since lyrics are synonymous w poetry, thought it'd be cool to start a new thread.

    Any eloquent RJ members out there ever write poetry to help u heal and get over someone u had feelings for and seal what's passed?.....


    As a writer, I Always write a breakup something or other. Its like a theraputic "sloughing off" of memories. You write it, peel it off, and admire it from afar, if there was anything about it to admire. Then, you get to close the book. You don't have to dwell in it. And you always should have learned something from it, and came out the wiser. Yours' seemed nice, and concise. I bet it helped.

    Check it:

    Drunken, otherwise (untitled)


    cutting my hair, which you don't really have,

    and listening to hip-hop, which makes you laugh, i thought about you.

    it's really no surprise, i've been feenin' under a guise

    for just the slightest bit of an honest strain of emotion.

    ...of conversation that "takes me there", of more important

    things than my hair...and your eyes...

    your beautifully sad, wandering eyes.

    the drunken shit we say to appease our frustrations are

    merely WIDE boundaries with NO limitations.

    more self-serving than Sally Jessy, and more

    apologetic than Jenny Jones, we ramble in brambles of

    tidbits of pasts, that don't mean a damn, lest we're planning

    on threesomes with exes...or "lasts".

    so i feen for the day, and i search for a way that i can reach into the part of you that tells it true.

    'cause the doubts that arise while i'm under my guise,

    miles away from the sad "honest" look in your eyes, seems

    a little unfair to me.

    i know it's just me, and i think it's rediculous, but it's

    VERY unlike me, i'm a natural-born "simplest".

    but to meet someone like you, who's said what you've said,

    and to do what we've done (though it started as head)

    is currently my biggest conundrum.

    does it even fucking matter to you when and how we kiss?

    or is it more of a "mean-time, in-between-time",

    just a "do" and a "diss"?

    while i'm rhyming, and thinking of us kissing...

    is there something valid, or pertinent that i'm missing?

    'cause i'd rather know NOW, and pretend to understand

    so i can gather my bearings and find a real man,

    than i would want to start a relationship

    with someone who couldn't give a shit, and

    wouldn't know what he's missing.

    (hint, hint, mother fucker, it only STARTS with the kissing)


    It is Hi - Lar - I - Ous to think about the poor sap I thought I cared about then, who couldn't commit. Poor, sexy, dumb, slut.

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    Apr 20, 2010 7:50 PM GMT
    when ember skies crash to the ground, there's nothing left but hope. and when white lies become the norm, there's nothing left of truth. for truth is just a fairy tale; something precious to our youth.

    so, truthfully speaking from my "ADULT" mind, there's more than a few things that i find you could've done differently. but who's to say which shit went wrong, and who will be there in the long to wait for things to magically return to how they used to be? the short truth is, it won't be me.

    the sad truth is, there's always things. the things that make us thriving beings. the things you blame your failures on; the things that should've made you strong. the stains you painted over trying to disguise patterns i pretended not to recognize. but i knew. i knew you didn't have much respect for yourself, and therefore i found no reason to pretend to respect you.


    Hah! This guy. Complete waste of time, and yet, a clever little ditty...
  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 20, 2010 8:27 PM GMT
    Thx justskeevin! Did it help? Dunno? Guess artists & writers like 2 lose themselves in the creative process. It's a good way 2 take the hurt & transform it, u know?!...It's a given. U shed words instead of tears....
  • TannerMasseur

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    Apr 26, 2010 6:54 PM GMT
    Here's two of my favorite poems that i wish i wrote:

    Cavafy's Desires by Michael Longley

    Like corpses that the undertaker makes beautiful
    And shuts, with tears, inside a costly mausoleum---
    Roses at the forehead, jasmine at the feet---so
    Desires look, after they have passed away
    Unconsummated, without one night of passion
    Or a morning when the moon stays in the sky.


    Breath by Eamon Grennan

    Glassed in all day like this, I keep towelling the windows dry,
    Trying to wipe the fog away that keeps me blind behind glass,
    Unable to see the world outside for what it is, the way things
    Become shadows and blunted silhouettes of themselves, birds
    Only blurs where they shake a branch when they land or leave
    Or just dash past, a flash of cloud particles snatching at wombs
    As I do myself each time I get the big window clear again and try
    To take in all the colors and shapes out there, all the living bits
    Of matter that stand in their own ordinary uncanny light,
    Until blearing begins again and I see my own breathing does it.
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    Sep 06, 2012 12:45 AM GMT
    Rain falls set to wash away my foundations,
    Concrete laid down still hot as it sets,
    The bonds begin to loosen,
    Between the aggregate and sand,
    Time once again set back,
    Lost in gray stream of running water,
    The scaffolding begins to moan, buckle and roar,
    Slowly leaning from upright, to Westward
    As the structure begins to fall,
    Months of preparation and hard work,
    Splintered across the woodland clearing,
    My own stairway to heaven,
    Lost to a weak foundation,
    My boots stained red,
    Won't shine again,
    Now I follow the current,
    Before my dreams are washed away, and dead.


    For life I won't get to realize, in them State I'm in.
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    Sep 06, 2012 12:49 AM GMT


    LYRICS:
    Will I be seeing you tomorrow
    Will I be seeing you again
    God knows we said so little
    Won't go so far as to call you a friend

    But there's something in your ways
    Keeps me vying for a connection
    And I know you feel the same
    It's become a two-way addiction

    Come on and give me your heart
    Write it on the back of my hand
    Then say it's forever

    Well we never really said goodbye
    We kinda left it in the air
    And as the train pulled off I knew you loved her more

    Oh no no no no, I am not afraid to lose
    Oh no no no no
    Just gimme some time and I'll walk to a different groove

    Go on and give her your heart
    Write it on the back of her hand
    And say it's forever

    That's alright, that's o.k., thoughts of you are leaving
    That's alright, that's o.k., thoughts of you are leaving...anyway

    Come on and give her your heart
    Write it on the back of her hand
    And say it's forever

    Come on and give me your heart...
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    Sep 06, 2012 1:18 AM GMT
    Our hearts were on a path of collision
    But then you stole my television
    You lied I was the only one
    I wish I'd shot you with my gun
    You didn't care I was left heartsick
    I wish I'd bitten down upon your dick.
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    Sep 06, 2012 1:24 AM GMT
    From my blog:

    http://originalcontentrequired.tumblr.com/post/24377175967/shed-some-light
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    Sep 06, 2012 2:12 AM GMT
    I write a lot of poetry, often... here's a little sumtin sumtin:

    Marionette
    I am from the blackest of nights,
    freezing through to your soul
    as the thunder's cadence
    sways you no more.

    I am from the moon,
    changing you at every glance,
    stifling your haphazard terms
    until you are a puppet.

    I am from nature,
    controlling your independent path
    as you mindlessly drone on
    in a wasted existence.

    I am from bliss,
    goading every sense,
    as I blind you
    and manipulate your emotions.

    I am from ancient beauty,
    coaxing every step,
    as you strut ever forward
    to your final encore.

    I am from disparity,
    depressing you with every revelation,
    as your thoughts cease
    and divinity dies.

    I am from the cancerous tumors,
    killing you with every breath,
    as I hide in the shadows
    and observe.

    I am from the gallows,
    suffocating you with every twitch,
    as your skin grows cold
    and your eyes darken.

    I am from death,
    rejecting you
    for the petty and feeble thing
    whom you truly are.



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    Sep 06, 2012 2:36 AM GMT
    Poetry For Closure

    I found my zipper open
    And then a hand went gropin’
    I said I was bespoken
    A protest said in token

    The prospect of exposure
    Did not destroy composure
    And when his lips were closer
    I brought the thing to closure
  • O5vx

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    Sep 06, 2012 2:54 AM GMT
    At this Night

    At this night, I look into the dark sea
    I can still hear that vocie that drank
    My blood like a tiger fishing for danger.

    It was never a stranger to me,
    Not even at the moment I thought it should.

    Time has gone, spring is here
    And as birds come and go with proclaimed
    Love for life, I could not help but wonder if
    My sweet love sing a hallowed bell;

    I could not help but hear that voice for
    That closing moment, maybe good or bad,
    I was not ready to find out.

    Moving on and calling on love
    To give what is rightfully mine
    To me, to make this separation
    A permanent one.

    At this night, the tide as turn and
    My boat is sailing home.
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    Sep 06, 2012 3:42 AM GMT
    IN THIS MOMENT


    In this moment, when all the water we drank
    was all the wine in the world.

    Those buttons that stood outside your building
    I don't remember if they were for ringing the door bell
    or ringing in silence.

    You always kept the patio light on
    so I could always see,
    even if there was no darkness.

    This was the way we wanted it.
    Was this the way we wanted it?

    The two of us inside your bedroom
    Our four walls of the room
    were connected by every corner of the world

    Standing next to you,
    looking out the window.
    You promised me we would never
    have to worry about the outside world

    I promised you we would never have to worry about tomorrow.

    You have me a watch,
    instead of a wedding ring.

    It was the best gift anyone could give.

    The gift of time.
    The only thing we both knew would last forever
  • EddieT

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    Sep 06, 2012 3:47 AM GMT
    Evanescence - Lost in Paradise

    http://youtu.be/3rnxlW5TrBs

    I've been believing in something so distant
    As if I was human
    And I've been denying this feeling of hopelessness
    In me, in me

    All the promises I made
    Just to let you down
    You believed in me, but I'm broken

    I have nothing left
    And all I feel is this cruel wanting

    We've been falling for all this time
    And now I'm lost in paradise

    As much as I'd like the past not to exist
    It still does
    And as much as I'd like to feel like I belong here
    I'm just as scared as you

    I have nothing left
    And all I feel is this cruel wanting

    We've been falling for all this time
    And now I'm lost in paradise

    Run away, run away
    One day we won't feel this pain anymore

    Take it all away
    Shadows of you
    Cause they won't let me go

    Until I have nothing left
    And all I feel is this cruel wanting

    We've been falling for all this time
    And now I'm lost in paradise

    Alone, and lost in paradise
  • TannerMasseur

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    Sep 06, 2012 5:19 AM GMT
    Glad this thread got replied again icon_smile.gif Always room for more! Keep on writing....
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    Sep 06, 2012 5:36 AM GMT
    love letter

    in the last season
    of my protracted youth
    I lay beside him
    tenderly
    earnestly
    without guile
    ever so gently
    without even conviction
    but just as I was
    just as he’d have me
    just until

    the revelation
    a flock of dead black carrier pigeons
    raining down upon my head
    his premeditated indiscretion
    his forensic self-exoneration
    a cathartic release of his ambivalence
    and the salve of predictable apologies
    for once upon a time, he said
    he really did love me

    words he assured
    were rehearsed in a letter
    for the sake of clarity
    read over the phone with precision
    like an invading army
    marching steadfast
    across the shores of my little tender heart
    the simple, sleepy domestic bliss
    of days gone by
    vaporized
    and transformed
    to retroactive disarray

    they say the seasons of a tree
    are carved into its trunk like memories
    concentric rings of sun and storm
    the footprints of thirsty days
    and fertile Summer rains
    inscribed into the cells of its very wooden corpus

    and so I am,
    unrecognizable,
    not as I was
    but frozen in time
    mute, immovable
    the brain of this injury
    a psychiatric artifact
    of concentric rings
    and faithful inscription
    a cordon sanitaire
    between the delusion
    of what never was
    and
    the fantasy
    of what can never be