PsiPunk

Here are a couple poems I've written that are on my Myspace page. You guys can check them out and see what you think. I'm not a professional writer or anything. These are just.... whatever.

Anywho, enjoy!


Smile On The Phone

Damn, when I see her...

She's got that hold; a perfumed smoke,
Inhale her all to myself.
Smile on the phone,
I just want to hear what she spoke.
Don't leave me alone.

Damn, when I see her... I choke,
That red lipstick calling me.
Smile on the phone,
I just want to call her my own.
I say this to myself when I'm alone.

"The world doesn't know."

Damn, when I see her... I'm sold,
Your hands are so warm,
My hands are so cold.
Smile on the phone.
People are here; can we be alone?

And the world still doesn't know.

Damn, when I see her... I hold
In the very last of this smoke,
Smile on the phone.
I just want to feel her close,
I'll never be alone.

The world doesn't know.
Your body may be,
The last thing I behold.
I'm silenced forever,
Smile on the phone.


Obligatory Cauterization of the Wound

In your life, but one tool:
Obligatory cauterization of the wound.
Cut heart into slivers with spoons,
Necessary removal of blood pool.
Shining slivers of heart ricochet off the moon,
Piercing dark flesh the color of rouge.

Spilling, gushing, I can't keep my cool,
These uncontrolled emotions spell doom.
Invoke the name on the tomb,
See the pain flash flood your room,
Drown, suffocating, blood of your mood,
Bury the seed of your wound.

Sinewy centers of ligaments bloom,
New hearts grow from graves of old looms
Sewing slivers of black heart into my mood,
Spent from cutting, used up and blue,
Bury your heart under the moon.

Never let it see the light of day.
Somber forever, stricken today.

strawberry bitch

oh wow!! they are so absolutely amazing and completely different!! LOL usually a writter have a pattern for writting. your style is versatile;which is great!!!

the first poem is so seductive evoking secrecy. while the second was emotionally painful to even read.. if it was a personal experience..it must of been a very difficult one!! lovely style i like the informal vs formal style of both poems!!! =) kudos for that!!

keep em coming!!

((((((((((((((((huggs))))))))))))))))0

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xViCkYx2009

I absoluty love the first one :-)

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I miss the life i use to have where i was content, happy and had so much to live for.. where did that girl go

PsiPunk

Thank you for your kind comments, guys.

The first poem is about a girl I barely even know. She's always wearing red lipstick when ever I see her, but... odd thing I've never spoken to her on the phone, just thought about it lol

xViCkYx2009

lol it sounds good you should carry on writting.. your good, there good

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I miss the life i use to have where i was content, happy and had so much to live for.. where did that girl go

PsiPunk

Here's another. I don't know what to think of it, really. I don't even remember why I wrote it or what I was thinking about at the time. To tell you the truth, I don't like it much, anyway. It doesn't seem like me... Oh, well, enjoy!

White

I am writing:

So, you say it doesn't matter anymore?
Well, there's a ghost in this show.
Won't you be my spectre, baby?
I'm so shattered; you always shadow me.

Well, there's a ghost in this show,
And my spirit has been lazy.
It really doesn't matter anymore.
I've been around you before.

As a spirit, you've been lazy,
Haunting doesn't matter anymore.
I might as well turn into a shade,
Shadows persist; white simply fades.

I don't mean it; I don't matter anymore,
There's just a ghost in this show.
Play your part quietly; perform your role.

Spectres haunting one another alone.
Spectres hunting each other alone.

There's a ghost in this show.
Its skin is as white as a bone.


I am a ghost.

PsiPunk

Wild Eyes

See me with your wild eyes.
Study me; so deep and wide,
As they move
Across my body and they shine.
Taste me with your untamed eyes.

Unruly, you feel me with your wild eyes.
Command me; so free and bright,
As they caress
Along my spirit and they glide.
Conquer me with your feral eyes.

Hungry, you feed me with your wild eyes.
Swallow me; so vicious and kind,
Break my will
With your body; you make me divine,
Take from me my uncaged life.

Lusty, you finish me with your wild eyes.
Release me; so carnal and alive,
Stay with me
Through the day and night; I peer,
Into the forest of your wild eyes.

Crystaltears

nice! :D

strawberry bitch

veryy nice!! i love ur poems!!! ;)

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PsiPunk

This is a poem inspired by the book I'm reading, The Tale of Genji. Its in the same style as the short poems people use to communicate back and forth in the book. The two parts should be seperate poems, but I'm calling this one. =P

To The Lady Of Spokane

Carnations grown travel to distant hands,
Does not the sun here provide fertile lands?


The moon leaves trails in the sky,
Upon the branch the nightingale cries.