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Post by TealBox on Aug 14, 2005 10:43:37 GMT -5
The next poem is barely even a poem except for that it addresses itself as one. I wrote it at 3AM if that helps it make more sense. "You're the Only Reason I Ever Finished a Book That Wasn't for School" How long ago was it? That we formed a book club Just you and me and our attempts to stay in touch Do you remember the first book? It was 'The Lovely Bones' About that girl who was murdered I still think it was just a sad attempt at erotica though I some times think that's why you picked it
Well it takes a special kind of girl To make me write a poem about her And it takes a very special kind of girl To make me write a poem with no rhymes or meter But it takes an extraordinary woman To make me read a book
This actually all started Way back in the sixth grade Do you really think I would have finished 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' If I didn't think Hermione looked just like you? Come on, that thing was over seven hundred pages long Come to think of it Cho looked a bit like you too So did Ginny for that matter Hell, even McGonagall looked a tad exactly like you
Well it takes a special kind of girl To make me write a refrain into a poem about her Though I'm not sure if this really counts Seeing as I changed all the lines after the first one But in any light you're an extraordinary woman Who made me read a book
So I dedicate this poem to you My old friend My little girl who I'll never let grow up in part of my mind (I'm completely aware that is unhealthy but it is the decision I've made) Who am I kidding? You're one Hell of a woman And I love you
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Post by quantumcat on Aug 14, 2005 13:32:44 GMT -5
forget the 'odes to a mistress' eyebrow' crap.
THIS is the kind of poetry a woman hordes in the most secure place in her heart.
the area reserved for the most precious treasures....
to know that you were truly known and had a positive influence on someone's life is the sweetest expeience one can have.
to hear that from someone you care about takes it to a level that is beyond awesome.
know that you have bestowed upon the recipient of this poem a gift without equal and beyond price.
thank you for giving us a glimpse of this special person and the contribution she made.
seems like you both lucked out in acquiring wonderful friends.....
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Post by TealBox on Aug 14, 2005 18:08:13 GMT -5
I've pretty much given up on the glow. It doesn't even show up in Firefox, which is the browser I use. Oh, and amzing is spelled wrong on purpose of course. "Amzing" I'll never call you honey Or sugar or sweetie or darling Or baby or pumpkin or muffin Again But if you call for me Don't doubt that I'll come running I wouldn't turn my back on a friend Again
I know I've hurt your feelings And you know you've hurt mine too But I would have never had the courage to say those things If I didn't care about you
Can we forget about the hate poem? Can we forget about the insults? I think that you are cool and just a little bit Amzing Let's just remember the rides home Let's just remember the frog cults You definitely bring a new definition to the word Amzing
I'm Sorry that today I couldn't write anything as good as 'Where We Go' I'm sure you would have liked that more But can't you at least just smile for show? After all this isn't dreadfully bad I did include our word that rhymes with spamzing Also it is still a poem about you And I find you pretty amzing
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Post by quantumcat on Aug 16, 2005 9:06:15 GMT -5
{reserves 40 autographed copies of his chapbook.)
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Post by TealBox on Aug 16, 2005 14:19:32 GMT -5
The Romance I'm referring to is of course My Chemical Romance. They're a band, but I'd hope you'd all know that already. "Dirty Hicks Love the Romance" She wakes up at 5 AM Works the straw until 7 Parents love Jesus, he's great, amen But when they sleep she flirts with mayhem
She is a dirty hick She has a clean mind She grew up in a world of can'ts But hire a private dick And I'm sure you'll find That country girl loves her Romance
MCR concert in Kansas City Black hair, black nails, isn't she pretty? Waited until midnight and then sneaked away Left a note for her parents just in case
Spent a month singing 'I'm Not Okay' Wants to get a tattoo of Gerard Way Her friends never ask her to go anywhere Because they all know it would interfere With her memorization of 'Three Cheers'
Dirty hick, you love the Romance But don't forget we love you
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Post by TealBox on Aug 18, 2005 11:37:07 GMT -5
"The Zombies" They come in hoards They scream and groan They crave the hits, the pain, the blood, the protruding bones I stand outside I stand alone I'm the last of the non-inhumans and I have no home
And it is funny that they eat brains They're destroying the knowledge that they need with it They just digest the masses And turn them into s**t
You try and find someone to blame But you have nobody but you You said this would build strength and character, I pray that's something you rue You say you're as shocked as us But how could that be true Connecting violence to violence is like realizing the sky is blue
And it is funny that they eat brains They're destroying the knowledge that they need with it They just digest the masses And turn them into s**t
You have no one to blame For this world that is so untame Where mindlessness has become fame At this high school football game I have a friend who really dislikes football, so I wrote this for him.
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Post by quantumcat on Aug 18, 2005 12:10:34 GMT -5
go,teal,go!
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Post by Dr. Purple Goddess on Aug 18, 2005 12:18:50 GMT -5
I really liked your "ode to football" Teal, very good imagery. It flowed quite nicely as well. But I always was a sucker for these kinds of poems.
Keep up the good work. ;D
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Post by Charisma69 on Aug 18, 2005 13:06:40 GMT -5
You really should make sure to keep all these so you can have your own book of poetry published someday. These are very good. I look forward to reading more of them. ;D
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Post by TealBox on Aug 18, 2005 14:50:08 GMT -5
Long before I had an actual blog I wrote " The Never Interesting Story". A friend I made after ending that story is now begging me to restart it and put him in it. He also told me I wasn't allowed to make his poem for this series into the sequel he's begging me for. I really don't like people being pushy with me. "The Poem That Is Not a Sequel to the Never Interesting Story" Chapter I: No Chapter -August 18, 2005 'Write a new part to TNIS,' demanded young Chance Ben replied, 'But I destroyed that world, no one's alive' Chance got mad, 'Then I'll s**t in your hat. Â How'd you like that?' Ben didn't like that, and he wished that he could hide
Ben came up with a plan that was good and not at all bad It surely would get Chance off his back (that creepy boy-gnome) Ben quickly rushed off to go and find Chance who was mad Ben told Chance, 'The new TNIS will be your poem' 'That is a stupid idea,' said Chance, which made Ben sad
How do you please someone that will not be pleased? And do as little work as possible in doing it Why does he make this so hard? I just want to sleep, but he throws a fit
Ben looked at the clock, hours had passed He'd never get his work started Ben thought to himself, 'I better be fast' And inked down a sequel to the story he once hearted But the heart wasn't there this time And I think a little part of him died
So, that's the story of the sequel that Ben rushed for his friend Chance It was completely unoriginal and hurt everyone that was involved At least no one here even ever had to put on their pants To see all the death and destruction such a thing would cause
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Post by TealBox on Aug 18, 2005 15:17:06 GMT -5
You really should make sure to keep all these so you can have your own book of poetry published someday. These are very good. I look forward to reading more of them. ;D All of my poems are stored on AllPoetry and my harddrive (and some have hard copies if I originally wrote them away from my computer). This series of poems is also saved here on these forums. There is a chance I could lose it all, but it is very small.
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Post by TealBox on Aug 19, 2005 14:42:44 GMT -5
This one is about my penpal (or whatever you call it when you e-mail someone in Europe). It is also a contest poem for AllPoetry. The challenge of the contest was to write a poem about your screenname, my screenname there is Luny Ben. ""The Big, Blue Ocean" or "How I Must Appear to Your Eyes"" Looking at me Must be like looking across the ocean My heart has always been Four thousand miles away I guess you should know That I wasn't born crazy This lunatic you see Is just the last page Of a very, very long book
I write to you today Not like I have before I wish to thank you For seeing the good in me They wish to put me away Not that I've committed a crime It is really quite absurd They think that I'm luny Isn't that silly?
But I will take them all on 'Cause I know that I'm sane I've barricaded this house And hidden myself deep inside They wish to take me to the luny bin But they don't see I've been the Luny Ben all along My spirit trapped in one solid location They're just mad my bounds have been defied And I owe that all to you
Through your eyes I have seen the Irish countryside And I've swum in the waves Of the ocean, big and blue I've seen Swiss mountains And cloudless skies And that is why I thank you For teaching my soul to fly
So, my dearest Llama It is time to say farewell They have broken down my door And it is the worst that I fear I don't know if they'll let me write From my white and padded room But don't give up on me And I will always be your Bear Love, the Luny Ben and the soul inside it
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Post by TealBox on Aug 21, 2005 15:33:15 GMT -5
I went ahead and wrote the final four today. "Jeffery, the Jeff Who Isn’t Jeffrey" You left town So long ago Okay, maybe it’s been less than a year Anyways You’re still gone now And we’re all left behind back here
Have fun on your adventure I hope that you find some gold Have fun on your adventure I hope your legs don’t get cold
The young girls Cry every night And in your honor hold pillow fights But I don’t Feel very right To not see your face but have it on hats, and signs, and kites
Have fun on your adventure I hope the food is good Have fun on your adventure I hope you don’t have to chop wood Have fun on your adventure I hope you have lots of pie Have fun on your adventure I hope that you don’t die "If You Rock the Ferris Wheel Again You’ll Fall Out" So one day was just like any other You have the grass, the sky, and not a single bother It could be cooler, but it could also be hotter Then Jesus appeared, hardcore
He wasn’t looking at you, but you knew that he was glancing You suddenly wished you had never listened to Marilyn Manson And he stared at you and said, “Boy, why aren’t you dancing?” And he busted a move right there, hardcore
Then suddenly you started to see That the dancing Jesus was nothing more than the wind, and flowers, and trees Amplified into over-personification by your spirituality And you had just had a minor hallucination, hardcore
So you headed inside and downloaded some music Because pirating isn’t a crime if you know you have to use it And the joy will stay with you through health and through sick Plus you didn’t want to pay the gas to go to the record store, hardcore
You let the music flood your ears and the lyrics flood your mind And there was just one last treasure the day had left to find Your feet started moving and your body followed behind You were following the words of your own Jesus, hardcore "Jeffrey, the Jeff Who Isn’t Jeffery" I still say you look like Spike Who in turn looks like Billy Idol Then again it is just blonde hair and a black jacket That could describe hundreds of people But there is so much more to you
Who else is loyal to the end? Who else goes to girls soccer games just to support friends? Who can look despair in the eye And wake up every single morning alive?
I still say you should look on the brighter side Which in turn looks like happiness Maybe we don’t have what it takes to cheer you up But we’ll stand by your side Just like you have for us so many times
Who else takes us all to the mall? Who else always answers the call? Who else can stand my whining through and through And offer me stories I can relate to?
I still say you’d look good in a cape Though technically I never said that before Then people would see you as a hero And even if we have a hundred of those There is so much more to you "These Are My Life, Part 18" You came to me when I was broken And I followed your tracks for three years You were kind and neighborly But also very much a figment I never took the time to meet you So it may seem odd that I would write you a poem But you also must understand You’re the reason I treasure my friends so much The day I left your path Is the day I became myself So I thank you for leading me to the fork in the road Where I finally had the courage to part ways If it weren’t for you I’d still be content being As shy and cowardly as I was when I moved here So much more imaginary to the world Than you were to me Though we have parted ways I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me Thank you
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Post by tjaman on Aug 24, 2005 18:06:35 GMT -5
And thank you for sharing these things, Teal.
They're amazing on their own, the more amazing for your youth.
They do exactly what they want them to do, which is hard for small words and big to do, figuratively speaking.
Of course, I'm inferring by that that what they do in my head is what you want them to do.
But thoughts and images crash in astonishing ways, and when they do, they do. And when they don't, they float away, laughing.
And you have demonstrated so much control ...
Drunk on words ...
You're gonna get laid by next summer.
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Post by quantumcat on Aug 24, 2005 20:02:06 GMT -5
This kid could have gotten laid AT BIRTH,he's so together.
But ,ironically enough,those attractive enough (physically,mentally and spiritually) to be able to bed anyone anytime won't have the desperate need to until they're truly ready.
you already have the ability to read people and connect with them on the most intimate levels.
you can do with ideas what the rest of us only hope we can approximate with flesh.
When you combine your words with your physical presence, (your eyes,voice,touch,etc.) you'll be able to reach those important to you in a very special way.
Your friends and family can know what they mean to you.
Let's hope that you never doubt what you will mean to those whose lives you touch.
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