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[The Stranger Stranger]

So I'm going to use this as my dumping ground for my pieces of poetry. Hope you like

[The Stranger Stranger]

Every Body

This one goes out to any body
That envies another
The smile of a girl
Or the muscles of another
Many of us have that hungering
Over that which we do not own
Millions of us want change
And because of this some of us feel alone
I like how I look
I am most of the man I want to be
But like many other bodies
There are parts that I just don't want to see
But when someone real person
My flaws gain no detection
When someone sees the real person
They see my perfect imperfections
I have friends who admire my style
Strength to rival any task
Hair that girls have told me would kill for
Thinking on this I have to ask
Can we not love ourselves
Like someone would day and night
We all want so many things but we're also wanted
We can see but we don't have the gift of sight
If you hate your hands
Someone love your size
If you hate your physique
Someone loves your thighs
We all want so many things
When all we should want is new eyes
Ones that bring a pretty smile to the mirror because
That's how you become the envy of girls and guys
Walking like you know exactly what beauty is
And where it lies

[The Stranger Stranger]

Two moments

There is a tale I am unable to tell
Not because it is beyond my place
I have walked across those sad pages
Ask of my history and see the sadness mould my face
I cannot tell this tale
For the same reason a soldier will not speak of war
For the same reason a mother when asked by a man the labours of birth
Will say nothing more
Either you hold a rifle to your heart
Either you hold a child to your chest
Or the story cannot start

We meet up every so often
And spend a moment not retelling the past
Men and woman weighted with being led astray
Then we spend another moment for those we wished could last
These are the warriors of a war unseen
And the only ones I trust
Either you fought alone
Or you now sit with us
And although we will not speak of it
There is a torment worse than knowing
About the trials and times of a history lived and unspoken
Our silent numbers are growing

We are just statistics or a national tragedy
If the second moment is spent on someone young enough
Some call it mental health problems
Some just say times were tough
I cannot help but feel life could get better
If us angels tried to describe all that was hellish and vile

Over here you can see what a rifle looks like
Over here we have what we call a child
And if you have the time friend
I am a story that has yet to reach the end

[KuttingEdge]

Oh my god.
Those are both amazing.

I have a very strong interest in poetry (as is shown in my signature with Amir Safi's words below) and this has to be the most well written poetry I've read on RYL or on any online forums by an amateur poet at all.

I don't know what to say other than that you should perfect these and perform these live. If I heard these at a poets' night at a cafe, I would be amazed. I can imagine it perfectly, both these lend themselves to spoken presentation so well.

Please send me a message or something letting me know if you decide to take a chance and do it. Although I'm sure we live no where near each other I'd drive quite far to hear those poems performed.

Congratulations on creating beautiful art.

xoxoKae

[The Stranger Stranger]

I want to leave

He told me a secret
He hoped this child would not understand
He said he wanted to leave
Clutching me with weary hands
Maybe he told me because I was too young
To want the answer sought
Maybe he told me because I was too young
While the others were not
But I grew up and asked questions
Was this place stopping his restoration
Why had he not left yet
And where was his destination
But I had become an older equal
Not a child whose understanding of this secret could never be achieved
The very secret that was now being kept from me
A secret that he wanted to leave
And in the middle of a storm
On a dark dark night
He left
Doing what he thought was right
When we lowered him into the ground
I felt the urge to leave grow wild
So with an aged voice
I told my secret to a child

[The Stranger Stranger]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AQeCDrcESA"]Every Body by Jacob Wordsmith - YouTube[/ame]

[The Stranger Stranger]

The Winter harvest

Relapse breathes on the other side
Of the window
Our flattened noses are seperated by a layer of cold
Through our breath we send soundless messages
With flaccid force I could sentence this seperation to shards
And with those shards we could speak once more
Without the window I would fight with famished frost nightly
But by day I could sculpt smiles
That said
They would be snow coated smiles
And nothing is more dangerous than a glittered grin concealing chattering teeth

Relapse breathes on the other side
Of the window
Writing brrr and rubbing his arms
Somewhere warm is not where he needs to be
He just has a hungering to digest heat
And a thirst for my defeat
I know this
But I also know how it feels
When winter whitens my teeth
Under this preassure we press
Against a boundary bound for better intentions
Than me using flaccid force
I press for the sound ice makes when it quickly crawls
Crack
But what about the famished frost
Crack
What about the glittered grin
Crack
Stop it
STOP IT NOW
I step back
And brave a warm night's sleep

[The Stranger Stranger]

Word Play

Summery is the feeling after spring
Irony is the taste of a spoon
And when someone says they’re a metal head
I think of Dr Doom
A play on words
Is any dialogue on stage.
When someone asks me to better spend my time
I wonder can I get clocks as a* wage
I would say I’m on a roll
But I have no bread beneath my feet
Cancer research is a virus getting smarter
Having nothing from your ankle to your toes is defeat
Dogs bark
But I can’t find branches or fruit
My jaw hit the floor
When my tired friend said he was pooped
I wrote this because I was bored
But I am not a wooden utensil you can cut the cheese on
Please do not cut the cheese on me
Maybe I got the idea of some of these words wrong

[The Stranger Stranger]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aiFDVVrQ58"]The 7up In The Spotlight - Jacob Wordsmith - Youtube[/ame]

[Fading-Away]

These are really good. You definitely have a talent for writing!

[The Stranger Stranger]

You think so!? Thank you so much for your comment, It made my night :)

[The Stranger Stranger]

Aww thank you so much. comments like that always make my day. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

[The Stranger Stranger]

Soulful Story

This story has a happy middle
And I need to tell it to you because if I don't
Then I doesn't have a happy middle
Gosh you're even prettier up close
So pretty you make the tongue lose memory
And legs feel like they had a lobotomy
Me talking to you now is just an exception to your rule
A reign I could only admire from afar
But I knelt with the rest of them in your church
You're so pretty that...
That...
A man would sell his soul just to talk to you
That wasn't a metaphor
I bought a story to say to you
The irony is that this is the story
And the silly thing is
It should have costed more
I would buy ten or twelve stories if I had more souls
So yeah
This is the happy middle I was talking about
Yes I would love to have coffee with you
Just you and me
But I can't
There is somewhere I need to be

[The Stranger Stranger]

I'm not entirely happy with this one and was wondering if you could give me constructive criticism. Aside from the barely edited nature of it, I hope you enjoy.

Pained Paints

Give these painters peace and they will paint no more

I look on any her or him for drawing on the skin
A butterfly has beauty and charm
But when drawn on the body means a fight with self harm
Drawing a butterfly seems nice
Comparing to rolling the dice with this poisoned cake tempting someone to slice
Even the shy can say they fight by resisting the urge and drawing a butterfly

A semi-colon is a depiction of struggles with suicide self harm and addiction
A joining in a sentence of clauses and someone's fight for their causes
Fighting seeing the darkness and hiding
Fighting flesh too close to a lighter lighting
Fighting chemicals inviting
A beautiful tattoo for any her or him to show you can make it through

A black dot is a cry for help sought
It says the one beside me is not who he or she seem to be
The black dot says there is a black eye or words that try and deny any option but to comply
The smallest bit of ink ceases the silence against the abuse and violence
A fight back and the only attack that they made themselves in the colour black

Give these painters peace and they will paint no more

[The Stranger Stranger]

Ok youtube has been misbehaving since day one so I'm just going to post the links because for some reason, it won't actually put the video on this site without tons of tweaking.

Princes and Princesses
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN09evGID7U

The Lunch Club
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=morx9O9-0Fo

What I Learnt Turning 25
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMekhL_5zvQ

Six Words
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdpIJlbDkGY

[The Stranger Stranger]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Animositical

Oh my gosh! These are amazing!

Thank you so much. You comments always make my day and it means a lot to read them. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

[The Stranger Stranger]

Adding To The Playlist


We were the kids who hated one thing above our master's voice
Our own
We were the children falling so smoothly into the teen angst stereotype
Alone
But only a few of us meant the never forevers we promised
We live as liars while they lie as the fatally honest
And then we put the rings in a box
Let our hair regain its natural colour
Some of us used less time to fight and more time to resist
Some of us know the past has no control but it did help make this
But
Some of us just kept adding music to the playlist

You told us it would be a phase
The eclipsed days and the nights medication keeps at bay
Now we feel like children in loose skin
Teen angst is named so
So what the hell
We're getting jobs husbands and wives
Babies college degrees and lives
So what the hell
The rest aged past the need for attention
But what about us who still have secrets never mentioned
The dream was this nightmare would be over past nineteen
But we can still smell the cigarette breath of the monsters under the bed
That stench that tongues our ears when we hear whispers of never forevers
We need the adults in armour to tell us that we will not end
Up like those kids ageing like they are encased in amber
Life is finding new ways to make us tick and our clocks refuse to talk
Tell us what a grown-up would do
Tell us how to be more like you
Tell us you have no use for earphones or feeling alone

[The Stranger Stranger]

should I post a Christmas story or is it too late the year for that sort of thing?

[Rug]

Can I just say, you should you tube your stuff all the time! Love what I heard! Well said!

Could also do with some new eyes :D

[Rug]

Also I would love a Christmas piece :)