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March 24th, 2010


pekkywriter
04:47 pm - The Plan
You were so obsessed with beauty and innocence.
I bewildered you with my beauty
and you believed me so delicate and naive...

I don't know if I did love you,
But perhaps I don't care.

Poor you!  You don't know the plans I have for you.

This love is too magnificent,
but maybe one day it will be over.
I prefer to be the one in your heart
while there is still time.

So, I will take you to the next world,
to the neverland where souls don't return,
So you die for me, but your love won't.

Beautiful times go by very fast.
That's why I am afraid that your love
however intense will be fleeting.
I am sorry my love, I can't bear that.

My beauty and purity one day will disappear,
so why not let you die while remembering as I am now.
This love of yours I want to capture forever,
So, my lover, you must leave this earth.

(c) Pekky Marquez, 2010

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February 4th, 2010


rebekah1213
09:54 pm - First Poem of 2010


People like me
By rebekah1213
 
Seeking over pages. . .
Looking over pictures and words. . .
Searching for meaning without loneliness. .

I want more people in my life
I want more words of encouragement
I want to help others
I want to know that there are other weird people here

I need someone to be friend
and brighten my life
I am just looking for people
like me . . .



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July 14th, 2009


rebekah1213
10:23 am - A Moment of a Shadow

 A Moment of a Shadow

Rebekah © July 2009

I am but a moment in light
Dancing in secret
Envying shadows
Trying to avoid any regret

I am the whisper
In a painful scream
In the mist of pure fear
Nothing is as it seems

In the middle of Moon-lit sky
Lighting the dark night
I think these thoughts
My conscious fights

"I know I am not
That person who is so cool
I really miss
My days at school

I know I am not
invulnerable
However I know I am
Invisible

I feel I am
Not always who I want to be
However I am finally
trying to accept me!"

We are all just simple moment
Playing in the shadows
we need to go out
And live our lives now.

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November 13th, 2006


emergingmuses
03:12 pm - Nobody Know- an original work
Pile of socks
A backwards clock
tickin' forwards
There's a can of Sprite
but that ain't right
Everyone knows
She don't drink carbonation.
Her baby sits and muses
and together, rockin', they blow
Mother's fuses
Dishes piling up where the candles glow
Where she's gone, don't nobody know?

You gotta check her receipts
because I don't think she paid
and inside her head, thoughts of the dead,
How he knew how to get her laid
Snow keeps falling on her shoulders
it blends well with the red underneath her tips
(but don't worry pet, together they'll make pink)
Cherry stained lips
don't nobody know where's she gone?

Heat won't keep her straight
it's makin' her late
Then the confusion of pills
they say it made her real ill
and the socks,
the dishes encrusted,
week old food
caked on milk rings
Pilin' up
Don't nobody care
That she ain't really there?
Where she's gone, don't nobody know?
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: The Score- Sarah Slean

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November 3rd, 2006


emergingmuses
12:22 pm - A reminder...
I've become
impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter no more
the two of us (all used)

all used up and beaten up
watching fate
as it flows
down the path
we hav chose

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow

you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you

awake to the sound
as they peel apart the skin
they pick and they pull
trying to get their fingers in

well they've got to kill what we found
well they've got to hate what they fear
well they've got to make it go away
well they've got to make it disappear

the farther I fall I'm beside you
as lost as I get I will find you
the deeper the wound I'm inside you
forever and ever I am a part of

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow

you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you

you and me
even after everything
you the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything
Current Mood: workingworking
Current Music: We're in this together now- NIN

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October 18th, 2006


emergingmuses
09:41 pm - All or Nothing
These are the all or nothing days
All I want
Is the nothing I receive
A visit, drink, conversation
Unfettered.
Life drags meaning from my vocabulary
Not always but consistantly enough
To make me aware of the
Emptiness
That surrounds me.

These are the all or nothing days
Nothing I say
Can change all the things that need to be
I clap my hands
But the magic denies me
All I want
Nothing gained with so much lost.

Shall I speak of always when it is merely a pretty word for
Forever?
Non-existant
Just like how I am.
I do not play your sweet songs,
I cannot seem to grasp a muddy ball,
I seem to start conflict everywhere I go
and I am not the simple katie-girl you seek.

All I want is a different perception
Nothing more.
All nothing
Nothing all.
These are the all or nothing days.
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
Current Music: Somebody- Depeche Mode

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September 10th, 2006


emergingmuses
07:58 pm
The Pomegranate
by Eavan Boland


The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted. Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain to keep her.
I carried her back past whitebeams
and wasps and honey-scented buddleias.
But I was Ceres then and I knew
winter was in store for every leaf
on every tree on that road.
Was inescapable for each one we passed.

And for me.

It is winter
and the stars are hidden.
I climb the stairs and stand where I can see
my child asleep beside her teen magazines,
her can of Coke, her plate of uncut fruit.
The pomegranate! How did I forget it?
She could have come home and been safe
and ended the story and all
our heart-broken searching but she reached
out a hand and plucked a pomegranate.
She put out her hand and pulled down
the French sound for apple and
the noise of stone and the proof
that even in the place of death,
at the heart of legend, in the midst
of rocks full of unshed tears
ready to be diamonds by the time
the story was told, a child can be
hungry. I could warn her. There is still a chance.
The rain is cold. The road is flint-coloured.
The suburb has cars and cable television.
The veiled stars are above ground.
It is another world. But what else
can a mother give her daughter but such
beautiful rifts in time?
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
The legend will be hers as well as mine.
She will enter it. As I have.
She will wake up. She will hold
the papery flushed skin in her hand.
And to her lips. I will say nothing.

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August 14th, 2006


emergingmuses
11:36 pm - Somebody- Depeche Mode
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone wholl stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
Shell get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact shell often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I dont want to be tied
To anyones strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Current Mood: mellowmellow
Current Music: See above

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July 20th, 2006


emergingmuses
12:50 am - Skillful Water Carriers~ an original work
Miss Spektor reminded us of what we were,
Entwined and giggling like it was our first time
and yet it was.
We were innocently uninnocent,
Hidden in the dark and reading
One another like textbooks
I am still studying the imprints you left.
Trent screamed like an echo
and I lost sense of time and place,
while you carried me through relentlessly.
We skillful water carriers
knew too well what we needed,
what we deserved
and the tears were tears of pain,
pleasure, pride restoring us.

Miss Spektor sang beautifully in my ear
as I covered myself
and slept in our remains.
No promises, no regrets,
"I am not a skillful water carrier
but I have learned to carry love..."
In whatever form that comes in,
I shall carry it through.


(((See Regina Spektor's "Aquarius" for lyric inspiration.)))
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Miss You Love- Silverchair

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June 27th, 2006


emergingmuses
03:39 am - Alternatives~ an original work
Another way of saying
"I'm not sleeping"
Is to see the circles around my eyes
and watch the raccoons call me "momma"
Another way of saying
"I miss him"
Is to watch me smell the air
Knowing he's not really there.
Another way of saying
"I don't need this"
Is walking away from hopeful notions
and opting for sanity, if only for
mere moments.
Another way of saying
"Thank you"
There is no other way
unless you're insincere
and there's no truth beneath it.
Another way of saying
"I love you"
is to reach out for me
and realize I'm reaching back
Another way of saying
"I'm a rebel"
is not through the photography of sad dolls and boy clowns
it is a silent fulfillment of
oneself.
Another way of saying
"I took my daily dose of apathy"
is to simply smile
while sticking a knife in the back of my hand.
Another way of saying
So many things
Alternatives calling out to the senses
To be aware
I'm aware
of my surroundings.
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: Listen to the Rain- Evanescence

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