After reading some of the other poetry on this site i was inspired to post some of my own!

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The masked dancer looks to the horizon
Toes hanging from the edge of the cliff
He whispers

Cameron looks on from far afield
His lips soft
A raindrop from above will not unsettle

He knows not what can be stopped
What cannot be he is well aware
He suffers for none

The mask of gibbons finally falls
There is no crash
only silence


This is just something i wrote a while back during a confused period in my life. Thanks for reading!

Very interesting poem I wish I knew exactly what it all meant. I do like the precarious situation presented in the first stanza and the undramatic close in the last. Very nice balance indeed.

Well written mirrors!
good depth, nice cadence

thanks for the comments guys
i'll put some more up as i feel comfortable

getaway

the hook dangles
waiting for a bite, a snap
but not from the mature

Ugly heart
spitting at what he once was
breathing

hairs stand on end
with anger
with fear
with or without

initials CG in a forearm of bronze
ting ting ting
the wok becons

i wrote that one this afternoon in a heated passionate spurt.

the getaway is another nice poem. I can feel the anger oozing through or maybe it is actually regret? Too young to fool the mature but too old to be what he once was. The work must continue.

Thankyou for your comment, i feel expressions such as these should be left up to interpretation so i won't confirm or deny your comments. Really happy someone as talented as yourself enjoys my work!

Awesome writings!
Please continue to write.

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blood runs from the entrance of the cave
frequently visited by an unwelcome stranger
a place he calls home

a voice echos inside his head
the words lose meaning
"where are you?" he calls "CAMERRROOOOOOONNNNNNNN"

The cave starts to rumble
but eventually stops
there is no one to hear it

The stranger returns home
he warms himself by the fire
his hands stay cold

"how was your day bruce?"
bruce is his wifes name
oppression no more



This is another very confused piece i wrote during a difficult period.

Very good piece again and aye quite confusing. I am not even sure if home is the cave or both the cave and another home. Either way it works. Very powerful imagery at least for me because I can imagine the setting in the cave.

This is something i found today i wrote over a year ago


Drip, drip, drip
the tap leaks inside my head
no energy to move
let it drip

Drip, drip, drip
my heart is bleeding
the puddle in my tin can soul
it echoes

Drip, cam, gib
my eyes are leaking
leaking out the pain and the hurt
love not returned

Drip drip
the fire burns
i met a boy
i call him jessica

Drip drip drip
the condensation drips
from the four waters
i just ordered
drank a quater
crushing dried out sausage
with pestle and mortar

keep me young
keep me old
do a mad remix
the depth of the heart may sink