Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on May 23, 2009 19:40:15 GMT -5
I just went through kind of the worst week of my life. So I wrote a poem.. in high hopes that one specific really obnoxious metaphorical boy I thought I loved would read it.
Even though he'll never find it here, I hope you guys like it:
Hair curls in your face, around your eyes and gets caught in your lips. I brush it away from your glasses, carress the body I've missed.
I'd almost forgotten how timid you are. But with your hair cut and dyed you look like a star.
Tall grass and air guitar reflects on your face. Those days we used to spend aren't far away. You're still the person I used to love, where I'd spend my days.
Muggy summer afternoons turn into clear, neon lit nights. Cold air cuts on the skin, you shut your eyes. The city without you is never the same, it's you and I, reconnecting our lives.
But you pull away, Your hazel eyes cast down. You're getting lost in the movement I just hope you don't drown.
Take a minute and pause, and look around this concrete jungle. You're leaving in three hours, and I hope I'm not the cause.
When you're plane leaves, streaking the empty sky white. It seems there's a piece of me leaving in that flight.
When I watch the sun rise over the deserted rooves in this packed city. How do I know you won't be thinking of me?
I see the lost smiles of the crowds on the streets. Becoming so alive when the rest are deadbeat.
It seems since you've left I'm alone again. The people I talk to are shadows of men. I'd always thought you made me me. Now I'm swimming alone in this empty sea.
We show more of ourselves when we know none at all. Show what's inside so we can stand tall.
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Post by Appayipyip the Klingon on May 24, 2009 14:16:10 GMT -5
That's pretty good! You should write more I'd say more, but, ah, it's totally unnecessary stuff that I'd be saying.
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Post by notreal on May 25, 2009 19:13:05 GMT -5
Oh, Abbzy. Things are going to get better. I told you the other night, you're amazing and unique; not everyone is going to be able to handle you. When somebody realizes how fabulous you are, finally, he isn't even going to be close to good enough for you.
You're an amazing writer, of course, it's full of emotion.
The thing about art, though, nobody really knows or cares what you mean by it anyway.
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on May 29, 2009 19:17:30 GMT -5
Shayyy. Thankies more than anything. Max is in Chicago right now, so I don't even have to deal with him. He read this though. He said he really liked it.. He thought it was beautiful. And he actually got most of what I meant by it. Why is he so perfect but so stupid?
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on Jun 7, 2009 3:46:36 GMT -5
New Poem.
"Reflections"
Tears run silently down her cheeks. This magic castle isn’t enough anymore. Those clouds move and so will she.
Everything will be gone before you blink; before you see.
Plastic houses and paper towns dot our American landscapes. They sway with the changing times, always rough, always re-taping.
The paint chips off her fingernails and off of the walls. Maybe she scratches it off, when she just can’t take these halls.
Maybe she hides behind reflective surfaces for a reason.
Maybe she thinks that when you see her, you see yourself. You’ll see who she is, and who you really are.
Because in these paper towns, with these paper people, and with this paper girl, ideas are written and the paper gets filled.
Paper moves with the wind. And soon enough, it will blow.
But this doesn’t have to be so.
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Post by notreal on Jun 11, 2009 12:50:16 GMT -5
Honestly, this is absolutely amazing. It sort of reminds me of "The Mirror" which was written by an anonymous author, but anyhoo, the style is somewhat the same. The style is rugged, almost guessing, just like the girl in the poem. Sort of unsure, so the style switches with the train of thought.
The rhythm was off. So was the girl, the society, the entire setting.
It was sort of haunting.
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on Jun 18, 2009 16:40:29 GMT -5
Thank you more than anything Shay. Oh.. and all my art is here: splendiforous.deviantart.com/ And now it's Time to Say Goodbye to the Young and Pure It takes ten seconds to make a scar or a footstep on your sidewalk chalk piano. One movement to mess up your artwork. Can you take that chance? Remain that new, unfamiliar contast? Leave your broken strings hanging- forget that they'll catch when you run past? Because as you stir the currents and the wind begins to spin and you make the choices and I see who you've been. The facade is down and true colors blind. You're pulling at the loose ends- and it's all starting to unwind. As much as I'd love to have that free wheeling trust I can't help but wonder If I'll ever adjust. And I don't need your hand and I don't need your sympathy. I just want you to take ten seconds to look back at me. It takes ten seconds to make a scar, A bad feeling. A scratch on your guitar. But it takes forever to hold a smile.
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on Jun 28, 2009 1:31:24 GMT -5
..wrote another.
Ruined
When you glance, you lock eyes. Common brown to ever morphing, iridescent green. As long as you can remember they've been nothing but serene.
But these twin oceans are choppy, Sending your measly rudder a-whirl. You're getting knocked of course, but you'd expected just as much from that little girl.
However that red stripe appeared sending real shockwaves around. Something so unexpected when you were ready for a rebound.
As it swells under long sleeves simmering in a hot summer sun, you escape with another, And it all becomes undone.
The sweet optimist you met has hidden behind a wall, wary for those who climb it, but ready for those who fall.
It's your choice to traverse this obstacle of hers- but perhaps you'll get through with the right choice words.
So listen to your encore, in that crowded Hollywood club- your hand in hers is a poor excuse for love.
So if you watch the tears streak her dirt scrubbed cheeks, you'll only have to see them once in these lonely weeks.
If you're not careful she'll be gone before you look back. This scenery is blank when its her face you lack.
A ruined girl never stands out in a crowd. But those morphing green eyes will always scream loud.
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on Jul 18, 2009 3:58:19 GMT -5
Moar poem time:
This Moment
Love this moment- take it and run. Happiness comes so fleetingly, over before its truly begun.
So smile wider, dance longer, hug harder, love stronger.
Summer nights never lie. Truth hangs in the evening marine, soaking into tank tops leaving the blessed serene.
As secret music pounds to the stars, we take a step back, remember who we are.
We're the strangers left to break, held together by the secrets we create.
Stuck with people we never really know, we become the people we love to show.
The ones that dance until the sweat rolls, The ones that know how to truly let go. The ones that hold on until the morning shines, The ones that keep that starry glow.
That beachy hair only comes once a year, Soaked to the roots with hidden fear.
We never know what's coming next, but we take it in stride no matter how complex.
So we pop the top, pop the collar. Sing to that radio song, Give the surfers a holler.
So what's on your mind? Summer oh-nine. That tempting season that's all mine.
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Splendi
Combustion Man
I've lost my place but I can't stop this story..
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Post by Splendi on Jul 19, 2009 22:18:42 GMT -5
O GOD ANOTHER ONE:
"A Toast to a New Year"
It began with a toast to an amazing oh-nine, Champagne in one hand, the other held high.
Kareoke spread the music to the mountains, and a chaste forehead kiss. It began well enough, but all she can do is reminisce.
This winding path has come full swing, leaving the helpless spinning, rewinding that unraveling, broken string.
A toast surrounded by love to ring in a new start, has brought nothing but pain to our struggling hearts.
An effect on a dusty couch, her imprint on his side. They've been away, and those shadows hide.
And as the months pass and the two grow apart, their lives seperate dominated by heart.
She slowly falls while he stays afloat. Maybe one day he'll find her, pull her onto his boat.
They sink, they swim, they let their new lives begin.
A toast to good luck, a toast to a good year, a toast to good health, a toast to no fear.
Keep it together, save it for her, him. Keep it together, because it's sink or swim.
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