For Absent Friends
braggman
Steve Bragg
Forum Posts: 1850
Steve Bragg
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 27th Dec 2011Forum Posts: 1850
Poetry Contest Description
For those who we have left, those who have left us, or those who have left the world.
What's up DUP? I have been absent. I wasn't dead, but I sure was missing. I didn't write, barely did any reading, and had little to say. It was good, but I decided to wander back and see the DUP again. I figure I need to do a bit of reading as I work my way back into the written world. So how about a contest? Let's see some poems about those who are still absent for one reason or another... exiled, estranged, shamed, bitter, dead. Take a month. No other rules.
MrAlptraum
Mr A
Forum Posts: 1878
Mr A
Dangerous Mind
17
Joined 24th Dec 2011 Forum Posts: 1878
"Taxidermic (morphine smile)"
When you daydream, you look found, in the belly of contentment;
as if the demons howling down your soul
ripping each letter from words like tomorrow
couldn't muster a whisper, and they can't.
I'd break the dream to ask you what you're thinking
but I'd be lucky to make your ear, and I know
you'd smile and say nothing. A lead-boat smile that needn't be.
Whatever it is, last night's memory of rending agony
is forgotten; it never even existed but it's coming back tonight
and it's this morphine that preserves atrophy
but I thank it for this smile, while you slowly leak
through the cracks between us and a flawed cosmos.
When you daydream, you look found, in the belly of contentment;
as if the demons howling down your soul
ripping each letter from words like tomorrow
couldn't muster a whisper, and they can't.
I'd break the dream to ask you what you're thinking
but I'd be lucky to make your ear, and I know
you'd smile and say nothing. A lead-boat smile that needn't be.
Whatever it is, last night's memory of rending agony
is forgotten; it never even existed but it's coming back tonight
and it's this morphine that preserves atrophy
but I thank it for this smile, while you slowly leak
through the cracks between us and a flawed cosmos.
lightbaron
Forum Posts: 2374
Dangerous Mind
15
Joined 19th Jan 2012Forum Posts: 2374
I have a muse
with three tiny scars
above her lip
and I can tell she's forever
by the way that tiny asymmetry
unlocks the deep tingles
in me
the everything click.
More love than inspiration,
she left me
because I got lost long ago
and
ain't no muse, worth her salt
gonna bedside the lazy.
I betrayed the little her
the her of carbon and moontides,
of stability,
past, and the blasphemy
of future.
Nothing now
but to write the slant off letters
to the bigger her
and
fight the will towards lethargy.
Twice,
this year she smuggled
nuclear warheads
into my mailbox.
More love than inspiration,
she'd rather see me dead
than sleepy.
with three tiny scars
above her lip
and I can tell she's forever
by the way that tiny asymmetry
unlocks the deep tingles
in me
the everything click.
More love than inspiration,
she left me
because I got lost long ago
and
ain't no muse, worth her salt
gonna bedside the lazy.
I betrayed the little her
the her of carbon and moontides,
of stability,
past, and the blasphemy
of future.
Nothing now
but to write the slant off letters
to the bigger her
and
fight the will towards lethargy.
Twice,
this year she smuggled
nuclear warheads
into my mailbox.
More love than inspiration,
she'd rather see me dead
than sleepy.
Mitochondrial
Will lou White
Forum Posts: 190
Will lou White
Thought Provoker
1
Joined 19th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 190
Hunter
---------------
A notched doorframe
covered in child like writing
and drawings unhindered
by the idea of judgement
was left in the house
we grow up in
Paint stains on
the floorboards
from the time you
begged me to
paint your space
marines with you
and your drawers full of
hand made birthday
cards, kids t shirts
and get well cards
written by kids
unknowing to the
limitations of
modern medicine.
And so many pokemon cards,
whenever i move something
theres always a million
pokemon cards
suddenly there
i laugh
what else can i do but
pick them up
and laugh and
say "you were
never one to clean"
Slowly walk to your
door and
put them back
in your untouched
room.
i painted all
of those marines
to the colours
you wanted,
and I'm sorry
that i said
they wouldn't
match.
They
do dude,
they
match awesomely.
---------------
A notched doorframe
covered in child like writing
and drawings unhindered
by the idea of judgement
was left in the house
we grow up in
Paint stains on
the floorboards
from the time you
begged me to
paint your space
marines with you
and your drawers full of
hand made birthday
cards, kids t shirts
and get well cards
written by kids
unknowing to the
limitations of
modern medicine.
And so many pokemon cards,
whenever i move something
theres always a million
pokemon cards
suddenly there
i laugh
what else can i do but
pick them up
and laugh and
say "you were
never one to clean"
Slowly walk to your
door and
put them back
in your untouched
room.
i painted all
of those marines
to the colours
you wanted,
and I'm sorry
that i said
they wouldn't
match.
They
do dude,
they
match awesomely.
AscensionES
Aptilneilrionaltion
Forum Posts: 1797
Aptilneilrionaltion
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 22nd Jan 2013Forum Posts: 1797
Steve, good to see you here brother, hope you're keeping well.
Old Bathurst
Walking down the Great Western
wind carried on my sleeve.
My heart slowly thudding
beating in time to my steps.
Slow.. as thoughts wander
walking sixteen hours
not much else to do.
Nothing but the wind
and the rain, passing down my arms
adding cherished weight to my shoulders.
Man, it's therapeutic
I wouldn't have it any other way
along this lonesome highway
turning off to the right
pass the train station
within the night.
I've come onto Old Bathurst
heading to Emu Heights
Echoes of the amplifiers
Turn the Page, Metallica
echoes out..
Wandering alone
along some lonesome road.
I've never felt more at home
than the winds and the rain
accompanying me.
On the road again..
My thoughts come in.
Thinking of her
imagining her features
I reach out subconsciously
and nothing's there..
Old Bathurst
Walking down the Great Western
wind carried on my sleeve.
My heart slowly thudding
beating in time to my steps.
Slow.. as thoughts wander
walking sixteen hours
not much else to do.
Nothing but the wind
and the rain, passing down my arms
adding cherished weight to my shoulders.
Man, it's therapeutic
I wouldn't have it any other way
along this lonesome highway
turning off to the right
pass the train station
within the night.
I've come onto Old Bathurst
heading to Emu Heights
Echoes of the amplifiers
Turn the Page, Metallica
echoes out..
Wandering alone
along some lonesome road.
I've never felt more at home
than the winds and the rain
accompanying me.
On the road again..
My thoughts come in.
Thinking of her
imagining her features
I reach out subconsciously
and nothing's there..
Astyanax
Ceejay
Forum Posts: 748
Ceejay
Fire of Insight
9
Joined 23rd Feb 2010Forum Posts: 748
Archaeology
Preparing to paint my room anew,
I pulled the old shelves from the wall.
For many years, their rows of dusty books
Had helped to form the image of the room.
Now that they’ve gone, I see the stripes
Of long-forgotten paint that they concealed.
Aubergine! A fashionable colour of the time,
A time of marriage, crawling infants, tensions -
Different lives lived by other selves.
In ancient dust lay artefacts and relics:
A tarnished coin, a scrap of dried-up leaf,
Memories of meals and drinks,
Wild nights and friends no longer friends,
The wounding thrusts that cannot be unsaid,
The sullen silences
That cannot now be broken,
The shards of what was once a married life.
It is a sad and sobering thing
To come, all unprepared, upon the past.
So now I am impatient
To make a start with roller and fresh paint
That covers all beneath it with one coat.
Preparing to paint my room anew,
I pulled the old shelves from the wall.
For many years, their rows of dusty books
Had helped to form the image of the room.
Now that they’ve gone, I see the stripes
Of long-forgotten paint that they concealed.
Aubergine! A fashionable colour of the time,
A time of marriage, crawling infants, tensions -
Different lives lived by other selves.
In ancient dust lay artefacts and relics:
A tarnished coin, a scrap of dried-up leaf,
Memories of meals and drinks,
Wild nights and friends no longer friends,
The wounding thrusts that cannot be unsaid,
The sullen silences
That cannot now be broken,
The shards of what was once a married life.
It is a sad and sobering thing
To come, all unprepared, upon the past.
So now I am impatient
To make a start with roller and fresh paint
That covers all beneath it with one coat.
opheliac
Forum Posts: 2122
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 29th Aug 2009Forum Posts: 2122
deleted. I'll come back with another entry.
kourtnissixxx
Forum Posts: 928
Dangerous Mind
12
Joined 12th July 2011Forum Posts: 928
I apologize for my lack of grammar but this poem is dedicated to more than one friend who have lost thier lives due to reaper finger tips.
Happy birthday to a ghost
It's hard to find an asshole you
Connect with on every level
When hate is only confusion
And anger over something you can't
Even imagine to control for a day
When hail satan really means
Fairytales just don't live up to
The expectations of a broken
Home and we all understand
Eachothers pain 'cause we've all
Been wallowing in filth for who the
Fuck knows how long
When you're young all you want
Is to be treated like an adult
But your not, so you imatate the
Actions of an addict while rebelling
Against the limitations of a teenager
But maturity comes with a price
When the day reality incinerates your
Conscious that your no longer that
Adolescent fighting for that freedom
Of escaping the cage of a pigeon
With crippled wings, but now the
Owl with cynical clarity of the same
Wretched hatred for a life that seems
Just as meaningless as the first day
The kitten in you opened your eyes
To the shit constantly kicked in your face
As the years progress it all begins
To look like the same repetitive cycle
Depression
Malice
Numb
Slight optimism
Deteriorated motives
Depression
Malice
Numb
Deteriorated motives
Malice
Numb
Numb
Numb
Malice
Depression
You never really outgrow the need
For grasping hold of that empty
Moment when nothing really matters
That gorgeous high when tranquility
Is the minds eye of atramentous
Empty thoughts and jaded perception
Heh..
Yeah..
I love that shit
It's like having the power button
Jacked up for a few hours of desolate
Internal liberty without the hassle of
The humane inclination to nostalgia
That eats away until all the looking
Glass emanates is self inadequacy
I wonder if some people are just
Born reclusive or if experience
And society have just beaten them
Into a solitary submission
Loathing the very species they share
Disgusting genetics with no matter
How hard they try to separate
Themselves from a vile, poor excuse
Of a so called superior race
I refer to myself in that context one
Could say if they dared the mundane
process of actually attempting to
Get to know who this vessel of
An impregnated serpentine really is
This controversial snake of accepting deceit
When all I do despise humanity yet
Cherish the few friends I have with
Unbearable desire to see them happy
It's hard when emotional attachments die
Especially when family no longer
Means the tie of blood and abandonment
When your siblings are the night
Walkers who share substance and
Animosity with you in the streets
It's soul crushing to be the sole
Reason the most important person
You might have loved died Even more so
When another friend, regardless
Of how insignificant they seemed
For a time, also falls victim to a
Reaper with invisible hourglass
Decisions
It's ironic how suicide fails, multiple
Occasions, only so one can descend
Into turmoil to rip and claw blood
To redeem who you once where
From a pit that only gets deeper
Just so you can watch every motivator
You had to convince yourself grief
Mends with the taunting hands of
Time fall into the deceased caress
Of coffins with dyslexic names
Maturity comes with a fickle price
I'm (blessed?)(cursed?) with another
Year of age next month, yet Matt
Turned 21 today with his only
Recognition the indulgence of
Maggots against putrid flesh
Perhaps he's found the Nirvana
We all fantasized about in Zachs
Party shack, no longer bound by
The cycle we, the breathing
(suffocating),
Still revolve around
Lilly as well, who fucking knows?
Happy birthday bro
Just remember I'm right there with you
Withering away in that cemetery
With each godless day that passes
Happy birthday to a ghost
It's hard to find an asshole you
Connect with on every level
When hate is only confusion
And anger over something you can't
Even imagine to control for a day
When hail satan really means
Fairytales just don't live up to
The expectations of a broken
Home and we all understand
Eachothers pain 'cause we've all
Been wallowing in filth for who the
Fuck knows how long
When you're young all you want
Is to be treated like an adult
But your not, so you imatate the
Actions of an addict while rebelling
Against the limitations of a teenager
But maturity comes with a price
When the day reality incinerates your
Conscious that your no longer that
Adolescent fighting for that freedom
Of escaping the cage of a pigeon
With crippled wings, but now the
Owl with cynical clarity of the same
Wretched hatred for a life that seems
Just as meaningless as the first day
The kitten in you opened your eyes
To the shit constantly kicked in your face
As the years progress it all begins
To look like the same repetitive cycle
Depression
Malice
Numb
Slight optimism
Deteriorated motives
Depression
Malice
Numb
Deteriorated motives
Malice
Numb
Numb
Numb
Malice
Depression
You never really outgrow the need
For grasping hold of that empty
Moment when nothing really matters
That gorgeous high when tranquility
Is the minds eye of atramentous
Empty thoughts and jaded perception
Heh..
Yeah..
I love that shit
It's like having the power button
Jacked up for a few hours of desolate
Internal liberty without the hassle of
The humane inclination to nostalgia
That eats away until all the looking
Glass emanates is self inadequacy
I wonder if some people are just
Born reclusive or if experience
And society have just beaten them
Into a solitary submission
Loathing the very species they share
Disgusting genetics with no matter
How hard they try to separate
Themselves from a vile, poor excuse
Of a so called superior race
I refer to myself in that context one
Could say if they dared the mundane
process of actually attempting to
Get to know who this vessel of
An impregnated serpentine really is
This controversial snake of accepting deceit
When all I do despise humanity yet
Cherish the few friends I have with
Unbearable desire to see them happy
It's hard when emotional attachments die
Especially when family no longer
Means the tie of blood and abandonment
When your siblings are the night
Walkers who share substance and
Animosity with you in the streets
It's soul crushing to be the sole
Reason the most important person
You might have loved died Even more so
When another friend, regardless
Of how insignificant they seemed
For a time, also falls victim to a
Reaper with invisible hourglass
Decisions
It's ironic how suicide fails, multiple
Occasions, only so one can descend
Into turmoil to rip and claw blood
To redeem who you once where
From a pit that only gets deeper
Just so you can watch every motivator
You had to convince yourself grief
Mends with the taunting hands of
Time fall into the deceased caress
Of coffins with dyslexic names
Maturity comes with a fickle price
I'm (blessed?)(cursed?) with another
Year of age next month, yet Matt
Turned 21 today with his only
Recognition the indulgence of
Maggots against putrid flesh
Perhaps he's found the Nirvana
We all fantasized about in Zachs
Party shack, no longer bound by
The cycle we, the breathing
(suffocating),
Still revolve around
Lilly as well, who fucking knows?
Happy birthday bro
Just remember I'm right there with you
Withering away in that cemetery
With each godless day that passes
opheliac
Forum Posts: 2122
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 29th Aug 2009Forum Posts: 2122
Threnody
I'd sit with you for
an eternity or two,
and hold your hand.
I'd hear you talk,
laugh when appropriate.
I'd shed an ocean
or two because you left
and I stayed.
I'd sit with you for
an eternity or two,
and hold your hand.
I'd hear you talk,
laugh when appropriate.
I'd shed an ocean
or two because you left
and I stayed.
Anonymous
“Poets through the Hourglass”
http://media.rhizome.org/blog/2157/HourGlassGreenSandF7.jpg
Remember the
days of our lives,
as the world turns,
like sands in the hourglass?
Geeeez, I heard it
a million times
on the television.
These days revolve,
endlessly.
So do the people in our worlds,
constantly.
I sure miss some of those
Deep Underground folks,
they were on
My Poets list
for a reason.
No joke fellow rhymers.
The seasons turn,
I wonder what went wrong.
Are they happy?
Are they sad?
Did they have a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack?
I’ll probably never know.
Oh, please come back,
you hungry-hearted-runaways,
I miss your writes!
http://media.rhizome.org/blog/2157/HourGlassGreenSandF7.jpg
Remember the
days of our lives,
as the world turns,
like sands in the hourglass?
Geeeez, I heard it
a million times
on the television.
These days revolve,
endlessly.
So do the people in our worlds,
constantly.
I sure miss some of those
Deep Underground folks,
they were on
My Poets list
for a reason.
No joke fellow rhymers.
The seasons turn,
I wonder what went wrong.
Are they happy?
Are they sad?
Did they have a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack?
I’ll probably never know.
Oh, please come back,
you hungry-hearted-runaways,
I miss your writes!
jaspersilence
Forum Posts: 708
Fire of Insight
7
Joined 12th Dec 2012Forum Posts: 708
Never Alive
There were times when I offered,the specialty of my ears.
You'd sew your mouth shut,and just talk with your tears.
There were those times when I reached out my arms,and my hands.
You'd turn back toward the ledge,and just ponder the land.
Then I cut myself open,to give you my heart.
From the bed to where I was,was always too far.
I peeled back my flesh then,exposing my soul.
You told me you couldn't compare,to something so old.
So what could I do for the girl who wants to die?
I watched you until you did...But you were really never alive.
iamsorrysarah...
There were times when I offered,the specialty of my ears.
You'd sew your mouth shut,and just talk with your tears.
There were those times when I reached out my arms,and my hands.
You'd turn back toward the ledge,and just ponder the land.
Then I cut myself open,to give you my heart.
From the bed to where I was,was always too far.
I peeled back my flesh then,exposing my soul.
You told me you couldn't compare,to something so old.
So what could I do for the girl who wants to die?
I watched you until you did...But you were really never alive.
iamsorrysarah...
Anonymous
FOR MY MOTHER - MAY SHE REST IN THE PEACE OF THE LORD
Life has wiped out her memory
She lived longer than her friends
When she died
Four people at her graveside
Where are the others?
My father, in another city
Her family….all over the world
She did not deserve the life she had
Nor the lingering death
She lived much too long
Begged for an early ending
Against the religion and the laws
I think she hung on
For me.
***************************************************
My mother was also my friend.
Life has wiped out her memory
She lived longer than her friends
When she died
Four people at her graveside
Where are the others?
My father, in another city
Her family….all over the world
She did not deserve the life she had
Nor the lingering death
She lived much too long
Begged for an early ending
Against the religion and the laws
I think she hung on
For me.
***************************************************
My mother was also my friend.
Magdalena
Spartalena
Forum Posts: 3005
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
62
Joined 21st Apr 2012Forum Posts: 3005
Haunted Eyes
I cannot recall the day
that you disappeared
or why I let it happen
without warning
you were gone
Your smile
always reached your eyes
you loved life and living it
no matter how many times
it beat you down
even when it broke you
you still got back up
and carried on
I miss you my warrior friend
will you ever return?
There is someone else
that now stands in your place
her smile never reaches
her haunted eyes
when she looks at me
the tears quietly fall
and it hurts so much
I wish I could reach her
and make her believe
she is beautiful
but when I look at her
that possibility
seems so far out of reach
I long for my absent friend
she brightened my days
with her vibrant laugh
but when I look in the mirror
I only see the girl
with the haunted eyes
I miss you my warrior friend
will you ever return?
I cannot recall the day
that you disappeared
or why I let it happen
without warning
you were gone
Your smile
always reached your eyes
you loved life and living it
no matter how many times
it beat you down
even when it broke you
you still got back up
and carried on
I miss you my warrior friend
will you ever return?
There is someone else
that now stands in your place
her smile never reaches
her haunted eyes
when she looks at me
the tears quietly fall
and it hurts so much
I wish I could reach her
and make her believe
she is beautiful
but when I look at her
that possibility
seems so far out of reach
I long for my absent friend
she brightened my days
with her vibrant laugh
but when I look in the mirror
I only see the girl
with the haunted eyes
I miss you my warrior friend
will you ever return?
braggman
Steve Bragg
Forum Posts: 1850
Steve Bragg
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 27th Dec 2011Forum Posts: 1850
Bump
Anonymous
He was my friend
He was my cosmic candy
an affirmation, when I needed one
had wires as stripped and tangled
as my own
a soul to release
a life to unload
Sporadic, he was
yet, dependably so
Til his highs were too happy
his downs too low
He blacked out cold
or left me hanging
on certain days
I still wonder what happened
I'm soothed on occasion
by feeding the notion
that he'll return again
like a wave to the ocean
and rock me
hard or to sleep
With still wet poetry
tears that I can keep