My 500th Poem

[altoecko]

Been a long time that I've been writing these and you guys have never seemed to really like them. I wonder why I keep posting? Who cares, I'm still going to anyways(whether you like that or not). Well here it is, my 500th poem.

(500.) I... 11/10/05 9:07 P.M. - 9:44 P.M.
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No man is an island
I hear these words
I think them true
We are our own world

My best work comes when I am alone
When I have nothing else but my soul
My pen
My will to write
I feel as though sometimes
Writing is my way of telling myself of the world
People say I write with wisdom far surpassing my own
I cannot ignore the sagacity with which I write
I surprise even myself

Counting my short life in paintings
Finger painted new born
Water colored infant
Doodling child
Sketching adolescent
Painting teenager
Though I cannot draw
paint
or even hope to do so
I can write
Your soul is my canvas
Your ears are my brush
My words are the paint

There is something to be said
For the man that can paint so well
That you would remember his art
For years to come
When you read my words,
Do they resonate within you?
Do they not rest so peacefully inside?
I may sound as though I speak gibberish at times
But I only speak my mind
My half uttered words from my half complete marrow

Should not I be proud?
That I can speak to you
Through you to you

I know not
Whether I be destined for
happiness
or for
sorrow
But my soul shall live on
Within these words
Within this picture
This picture I paint

I only want to help
To share with others
So that they may read my soul
And feel captivated
To keep living
To keep hoping
For a better tommorrow

I often fear I will leave you
Leave all of you
Far too soon
So I must help while I can

Can I cry?
I don't know anymore
I cried so much
But never when you left
Only when I left
Did my tears burn my cheeks
Like rivers flowing to perdition
Where you can take the ferry
Anytime you'd like
But always drown on cast-off

I lose myself
Behind my words I speak so softly

To you, I am me
To you, I am him
To him, I am lost
To me, there is no aspiration to die

These words I write in blood
Across your soul
Like tarnished canvas
Stretched out between your misery
I hope to cure you
Of this ailment you feel
That I inflicted

A single arrow
Pierced your breast
Corrupted your heart
Befouled my own
Shot by him
Claimed by me
My words I do write
To show what I feel
What I know to be true
That I...
am too young
too stupid
too arrogant
To admit my own error

So, once again
I write
In blood
In brail
On my own soul
In hopes that you will reach out and read
That through all my faces
All my jokes
My dreams for me
That I...
Am afraid
Afraid that I may speak of heaven
But deliver only hell

Angels often sing of you
Holding you like a Seraph
above this Earth
above my hopes
Like you are the only cure
For what ails this broken body
This serrated blade with no hilt
That keeps slicing in hopes to find
A resting place

I write of things which I know
Things of which I see
Things that have meaning
If only to me
With my phoenix
gushing flames from my mind
you ease my troubles
with your hands so kind

I will say it once
Only once within this
This work I bleed for you
This blood I have no more of
Curtled on me
Will you read?
My soul
For it has but one thing
Which in screams at me night and day
Haunting me
Untill I let it out
That I...
Love you
With all my being
These words I bleed for you

[Roland Of Gilead]

Re: My 500th Poem

A bit too emo for my taste but nonetheless very well written.

[Big Rick Cook]

Re: My 500th Poem

I found one of your poems on poets.com

People didn't like it.

[altoecko]

Re: My 500th Poem

.....thanks?

[Xobie]

Re: My 500th Poem

500 poems... thats alot to write, have you posted them all this site?
Those words are almost like a poem I guess, but then with your style, it's doesn't have to rhyme, does it?
Congrats, it was interesting enough to make me think.

[IRC]

Re: My 500th Poem

So I read your poem
And what can I say
It seems you post one
almost every day

I can't believe
number 500 is here
I'm sure each one
you hold very dear

I'm sure you spent time
burning the midnight oil
to find the right words
a struggle, a toil

It's not easy to write
more than words on paper
you have to have passion
and wit like a rapier

poetry can inspire
man to great heights
or when about a woman
it can even inspire fights

but at it's heart
it's about emotion
that's the cause
that's the commotion

So congrats to you
feel good about yourself
you're doing your best
and that's true wealth

But as for me
only one thing to do
and that of course
is make fun of you

So I read your poem
and what can I say
you're on my ignore list
and you're there to stay.

*snap*
*snap*
*snap*
*snap*
*snap*

[pinkymadigan]

Re: My 500th Poem

You misused it's. You meant its in "but at it's heart".