POETRY TAG SEPTEMBER 09 EDITION OUT_OF_ORDER: Where TAG poetry is placed for the month of Septermber! We are up to 90 MEMBERS!!! and have logged well over 1000 poems closer towards 2000 thanks to all the writers who've helped this club grow    Zhya: Cemented Eyes By: Wolfos I stare out above My giant hole And watch my friends laugh As the sun takes its tole It rolls over mouth Legs, stomach, chest It tastes like dirt Like the where I'll rest I try to beg I try to plead But to their laughs It all seems to feed my eyes cannot work This cannot be real But every last drip I never cease to feel And as it hardens And my begins to dry The crying doesn't cease In my cemented eyes ©2009 Wolfos Zhya: Until My Feet Are Bone By: Skiddles Walking grooves in The wrinkles of My minds cerebellum Across wide dreams Between mountainous ideas In the valleys of River made imagination Miles of terrain Trek by foot Until my feet Are to the bone. ©2009 Skiddles Zhya: Apple Core By: Roo I found your soft spot, Apple, Hidden barely under your sun kissed skin, Your pure and virgin flesh, Trashing by a bruise What happened, You didn't fall far from the tree, Even though you promised otherwise Now your innards are speckled with seed Apple, You let in the bee ©2009 Roo Zhya: Pluto's Battle With Shiva By: itskristinab*tch The only companion on the freezing trip is Charon the little satellite of a moon Tiny and dim and so much tinier than our Luna Pluto has seen the creation of the solar system what came by way of Shiva's destructive hand The heavy hand that fell and crushed out a star so many eons ago Shiva's fury can still be seen in the place which Pluto lives The icy, rocky, gem studded belt what holds the solar system's expansive gut in at the edge of space beyond Pluto the brave little snow ball has survied the demotion of its title Though nothing is more impressive than the dusty ica ball escaping what might have been Shiva the Destroyer. ©2009 itskristinab*tch Zhya: Rose-Filled Marble By: thememoryflowered I woke this mornings passion, fire in the window Celebrate in crimsons forever loving gleam I would not trade this The funeral morning seance, rituals relentless release The rose filled marble flooring tweaked in sepia toned forensics Praise the butterflies better sense and sit still Crazed by neoprene the dark serenity smooths over Replaced by the forgetful wishes of her disgrace The coffin sits stiller than still Camera shy and untoward in a fight with gravity Rueful smile return to Havanas wishing well Heavenly in her last moment and wing spanned eternity Spreads out to catch the ashes of a memory, Dreadful daytime come to light the devils playtime is no delight ©2009 thememoryflowered Zhya: Beetle Crush By: Zhya Wasteful shells reciprocate A blackened currant delight Brought about to their disgust In the name of royalty This merry bakery One fifty-fourth of remedy A dash of sulfur dew Brewed to a perfection They've greedily pursued To harness finally Were they ready, truthfully Such births would be normal Instead this wretched Twisted fate Ruthlessly transformed This child to the corpse Crushing spirits realize Through beetle blood-shot eyes That playing as the gods Destroyed more than renewed A lost soul's spherical Morality ©2009 Zhya Zhya: Ebony Chinese Urn By: Zhya Ecliptic waters whispering Bubonic plagues askew On foot to gather entropy Negate all that was true Youthful for mistakes Cleverly undoing Hypnotic quintessence In veils of vacant light Nothing should remain Ebonics with resistance So miraculous and still Enduring this, a conscience Unwilling to give in Remember what has been Nothing's saving this night ©2009 Zhya Zhya: Eleven Crystals By: thememoryflowered Stick man positioned, only older now Hassled by the hail stone titter tap And separated from the stone wash trap Of crystal flooded sparkle snap Tapered to his brow Where lies she? Eleven shadows follow her around The spaces left in between Silhouetted on the ground Dream the dreamers lover tale And whisper them around Serene the night is closing in Silence measured to the pound Throughout within and without doubt The seminar begins Sleep away the dreamers drought And cast away the sins ©2009 thememoryflowered Zhya: Night Garden By: itskristinab*tch Dead slumber held me fast in her arms on this particularly cold winter's night I had a faint memory of waking many times throughout the night Some small noise in the distance, out my sleeping ear's reach Out of reach the noise was, I could still hear the strange thing A tinkling I thought in my murky, sleep-soaked mind Like the ting of an absinthe spoon hitting the top of a carved crystal glass My sleeping mind, aware of the noise, seemed to be like the carved crystal glass Swirling with the milky absinthe liquid on it's insides Ting went the noise again Not a proper ting as on would think of Not like that proper ting of a metal object hitting a glass But a ting more like that of harp plucked my a strong finger nail Just out of shot of my sleeping ears. Pluck Ting This time my eyes flap open They feel the sting of the air's icy fingers digging their way into my retinas The burn in my eyes brings me such delight I have no fear of leaving my doors open to a cold, and frigid night Pluck. Ting. I'm up from my bed This pluck, and the resulting tinging sound Has taken control of my will Like some sort of master's summoning bell Toiling out of my ear's proximity Pluck Ting I find my bare feet stamping down the quickly the trinkets of silver iced flowers Not caring for the damage I'm doing Pluck Ting My pace quickens Into the open of the garden I go I find a pale phantom of a woman perched on the bench Now and then she picks at her harp string As I drew closer and she plucked The sound filled my head as the buzz of an absinthe would Control was lost I fell to her and her will Pluck Ting I felt myself pulled form the ground The frigid air stinging my cheeks The tears rushing out of the corners of my eyes To make tiny frozen crystals of my bodies salty water there Pluck Ting again she goes High into the air we race I can feel her pale skin touching my warm pelt Like frozen, dead meat she chills me But her embrace is wonderful I cannot pull myself from her hip Pluck Ting I feel my head relax in backward position Another pluck And another ting And I don't care I feel her acrid, decayed, icy mouth on my throat Pluck and ting This phantom's harp plays into my ears I don't care Pluck and ting She sucks my life for a bit "I'll have more of you tomorrow night..." She wipsers into my ear I can smell my iron salted blood on her breath Pluck Ting My phantom is gone Laying on the dead, cold grass I feel my crimson life dripping down my neck Spilling to the snow The pluck and ting echoing in my cold ears I think to myself I am in love I will wait even after death to see my woman again in the garden If only one more night ©2009 itskristinab*tch Zhya: Beasts of the Underworld By: solidgoldx2bass Blood soaked hair and no remorse Dealing death with deadly force Carnal teeth, and tell-tale scars Run away! you can't run far Into his eye your blood runs cold To the reaper your soul is sold No mercy, no way, no how, no day You wont survive, just feel delayed Your like will flash before your eyes, no forgiveness no suprise Pay your dues and say farewell. Where do you go when your sent from hell? ©2009 solidgoldx2bass Zhya: Lost In The Desert By: GaRe_BeAr Wandering..blistering, unrelenting this heat is. Patience dwindling..water..needed for hours now..help me Dark nights lead into the dark abyss of gloom and tragic thoughts.. Help me.. Don't let this happen, this heat of the desert..the cold of the night Wandering searching in fear and fright Terror consumes what little I have left of myself Shivering, fetal, crying home The light Those lights... What..where shimmering luminescent devious little lights Nothing but glimmers of hope, or insanity? Mindless drumming of the earths heart beat..thud..thud...thud.. Heart races Mind numbs Close your eyes Rest now Desert in the summer heat..lay me down to rest for i am tired. Weary of the travels from here to there to and fro Sweat of my brow Blood of my tears Heat, never-ending, throughout the years Stop this End this Bring me peace now.. ©2009 GaRe_BeAr Zhya: Winter's Embrace By: Zhya Caress a feature better known To that of a wilted faun Crowning a toast For other hopeless Savage winter nights Outshining unto someone So quick to enchant A field of ages Unwarranted to men Prideful engagements Taint at the glass Slipping into embrace Being lustful seasons Envious to this demise Which fainted evermore Through glutton respect To nature's incision Harness a wrath unknown Unaltered with a hint Of cinder block's honey In a winter's embrace ©2009 Zhya Zhya: Hot Pink Lip Gloss and High Heels By: itskristinab*tch Dirty bathroom stalls Scraped knees and ripped nylons There is no grace for a girl caught in the stalls The oozing sound of the pounding music bashed through the walls and into the ears of all within shot What a h~&#% handing her services out in whatever bathroom stall flops her way With a strangers rigid dick in waiting The new shoes will surely be scuffed up soon The knees bleeding And the pride torn The paper lady turn her gaze to the girls in line All primping and peaking in their hand held mirrors to check themselves before their long awaited hovering piss in the stalls Shake the ass Pull the nylons Hell's bashing the floor Toilet might muddle over Does she care Mot at all. This is making a living Fake blond Paris Hilton extensions purchased earlier that day $80 per fall Tugged out with the deep throat and trod into the grimy floor Bang go her knees Rip saw the nylons And snap go the tendons in her jaws This all a night's work When the service provider loves hot pink lip gloss and purses More than her pristine dental work ©2009 itskristinab*tch Background music: Zhya: Soy-Based Life Forms By: thememoryflowered When you were in paradise, Lost or found And the highest house hyacinth reflected summer Did you ever look at the price Did you even notice the jazz band drummer? Sundown hotel Crazy dactyl spider Wall drenched to death Sold, highest bidder forty two and o Sing it to me in your faded bathroom voice Recreate and procrastinate Where have you disappeared to? Paradise lost and found The only way forward is reverse Perverse and diverse The soy based reincarnation of your memory A life form within a destiny filled bluff She called your heart and raised you hers Out here the jazz band plays a different tune Immaculate and succulent The leeches leech life ©2009 thememoryflowered Zhya: Defecating Envelopes By: itskristinab*tch I love birth day cards Those faggy colored things with color of the rainbow balloons on them Or grumpy wet cats Bunnies with septum piercings and eyebrow captives Those fun envelops Defecating their birth day wishing best All over my cake But whoa! Why has one of my b-day well wishers literally included their shit? In this particular envelope? Can't this envelope filled with shit be sent to someone the sender doesn't like? What am I to do with my shit covered cake, and this odor filled, envelope? I think I'll smack Kristy in the head with it Seeing as how she can't get her kid to kindergarten on time for having spent the night out with her useless bf Kristy needs a defecating envelope in her life. I think I'll send her one titled "FROM TONI WITH LOVE!" ©2009 itskristinab*tch Zhya: Anticipation By: Roo Stomach turning, sweat breaking, beautiful anticipation Its been 2 long years, Opening letters, dreading the phone ringing Watching late breaking stories on Cnn Raising the kids, making dinners and going to sleep alone in our room, without you beside me Its pleasant though, the pillow smells of you Drifting to sleep with the memories of our wedding, When you teared up and said I do The car door slams, is it you? Hide in the kitchen with your favorite meal awaiting you I hear your boots, your bags drop at the door after you turn the knob And there you stand, I can see you It's like the light has shone on my world again My love, My Life... My Military Wife ©2009 Roo Zhya: Social Morning By: GaRe_BeAr A great cadence of chirps and buzzing begins anew. First drops of sunshine and rays of dew. Last sight of light, from a night so blue. Little birds chirps, at my window seal. Fervently, feverishly, flaunting its feathers so lovely. Stretching its wings to a glorious morning indeed. Riding the winds of the African plains. Crossing the seas of Jabralter. What a Social Morning. Such life to us, speaking its secrets Every bee buzzing, every flower blooming. Saying hello, on this lovely morning. ©2009 GaRe_BeAr Zhya: Monkey See, Monkey Do By: Zhya More of life regretting an Older faint stumble Noting what was now Knowing it was then Everything soon became Your severed thrill of death Selfishly departing Ending those who crave Evanescent sailing on Downward, to an earth Omniscient as the still Safeguarding a terabyte Older than your fingers Copying a movement Inside a bending chaos All along, you never knew What they were ever saying ©2009 Zhya Zhya: Sting Me By: Skiddles This feeling is a wonderful sting I want it to hold me Captive; to not give me up It doesn't need to be masked As attractive, beauty---just Placed lightly on the skin, enough To bring an unstable pain that I want, I need, I love Continually gaining happiness Something this good cannot be Greed; but I am glad I left I have found a better lain For my pain I intend to keep It's mine when I am awake, it's mine When I am asleep, when I am Alone or without or have everything So trap me within this painful bind Preserve this itch and annoyance Sting me, but don't leave behind The stinger and die Like the bumblebee before you. ©2009 Skiddles Zhya: Unrequited Forgiveness By: itskristinab*tch My forgiveness does not exist Unless it is a boot to the back of a head The teeth scattered out The hot crimson ooze splattering forth To whittle down the parking bumper I'd rather splay a chest open than utter the words :you are forgiven..." I'm not your merciful Jesus Nor am i your forgiving Jewish God I'm a nut I can't relate to many feelings Anger, rage, contempt, vengeance is what I know best I'll stick one in the gut before I accept I'm sorry Or i was wrong You are wrong, when you're on the wrong end of my blade Or fork, or even a cover from a cat food tin Slice Dice Binge Cringe Suffer the feeling Forgiveness I can't give And I don't feel it for you. not in you God's degree Through me one can know the meaning of unrequited forgivness It's the sharp stab of my rage. ©2009 itskristinab*tch Zhya: Speeding Fish By: dan_harris Fish! oh Fish! Slow down, apply brake You beautiful, tiny, colourful fish Why don't you let my eyes pierce by your beauty? You run way too fast You swing way too fast Maybe, you can be part of my gun So that when I shoot someone in water You could enter that someone at the bullet speed (800 km/hr) Oh speeding fish of the sea You are a beauty to me, And always will be in my mind, It brought me to ground Where I could be found And made me difficult to find ©2009 dan_harris Zhya: Loving and Caring Teacher By: Zhya Like morning dew has pressed along A valiant set of palms A scrimmage taking place for that Of the teacher and her young So swift, they drift over this tide Of scrambling defeat A glance to skill in dynasty Pride developed her reserve Whilst watching him excel Foot to grass and then alas The callousness returns This teacher knew of her duty To handle ecliptic wild With care she ever reserved For those who required both In the irritant of succession Development was never fond Of waiting just for him As though through task Or vast miracle He transformed to an envy In love of her true skill ©2009 Zhya Zhya: Rain Savage By: Mac_the_Finger Savage is my name The only witness to this trial And while I’m standing in the rain I notice leaves turning to water The woman who loved me Loves another man now, who loves men And he came to me once Pretending that he was afraid And she’s waiting to be loved Like she was made of golden sz& But none of these alternate lovers Knew how to deal with one another The former cried to death And while the latter learned to suffer And studied everything she gathered I walked and I was empty And I knew how to get along So I crawled under a blanket I shared with seven unpaid whores And standing in the shower I notice a leaf pinned to a chair I read as I stand naked That every savage love is dead ©2009 Mac_the_Finger Zhya: Melody's Sleeping By: itskristinab*tch The bottle gives me no sense balance Therefore no sense of rhyme And perhaps no sense of reason Or at least what others would call reason My reason is odd Off center, but it prized as my own. I have no melody No flow Melody is sleeping when I write Melody is like fate, and faith And I don't care for her The chaos of thought The lack of tether to reasonable bounds is my space My understanding A constant flux A conundrum The maelstrom I do not care for anyone for anyone to relate or to understand My madness is my own Whilst melody does not do her job And is sleeping.... ©2009 itskristinab*tch Zhya: Mal Adjusted Snorkel Mask By: Zhya Morning subdues alacrity Along a sea of dream Looking for that better switch Adjusting with a better box Deformed phalanges whisper Just to receive notion Unbound from this ecstatic Suppressed reality Thoughts are splattered overhead Enticing the nobility Descending within cruelty Shaping humans new No safer set of lens Occurred to replicate Reiterate a joyous tune Knowing spells are caught Laughing at the man Everyone believed in Mask a severed simple truth Apprehensive to a turn Snaking for this victim Killing those it fame's Rising just to frame ©2009 Zhya |