Rachel and Pensive - thank you.
Rachel and Pensive - thank you.
Hi there!
read all your works here and it is interesting how people get along with their ideas and there's always the question: is it real?
I gave it a try aswell - please mark mistakes, for I'm a foreigner.
Thanks!
J.
You
It is you, who wants me to finish my studies. Also you that tells me what is right, 'cause you know much better than I do.
Stones are to be taken out of ones way - you love sentences like these.
I’m always listening to my mind, more than to my heart, ‘cause you taught me so.
You are proud for what I do and that I am getting done with chemistry,
But should my life be just for you?
Family means a lot to me, including especially you
Thus emotions tell me:
Some Stones are not for take away.
Nice one Shig - daring bit of rhyming there - Mareeed and deed! I'm really enjoying reading these. Yours got me thinking Joleena.
here's me other parent:
Early morning. Him standing by the kettle, thumb on the red switch, waiting impatiently for his fourth cup of coffee. Smell of nicotine and Nescafe in my face. Moaning about a door left open or a light left on since he lost his job.A tobacco tin thrown at a door, brown tobacco lost in the brown floor. A minor tragedy. Years later the coffee swapped for tins of Special Brew and cheap red wine, most of the time. But no more despising his rancid coffee nicotine breath. He's sad that he lost it all. He isn't my real dad.
Oh, I am 'Chinaski' by the way - I reverted back to me old forum name and avatar - it's a long story!
Last edited by Bandini; 04-26-2006 at 12:19 PM.
That's really nicely put Joleena - I could point out a couple of minor grammar slips, but it doesn't really need changing - the slips add a touch of foreignness which is charming.
And we're all foreigners, somewhere.
I agree - I really liked this:
Originally Posted by Joleena
he is yielding and
gray at the edges
but refuses to let go
of the youngest leaves.
dislikes family
conflicts, but
has tossed
me into the wind
to effect an
impossible peace.
his heart
is strong but
the bark is fraying -
perhaps he has
forgotten his
own strength
while leaning on
this birch whom
he adores
by this bank
on a slow
river. the
flowers bloom
and sometimes
birds nest and
strew petals
around his
feet he'd always
liked gardens
i hope he's happy
sometimes it
seems his roots
cry out for
more light
he doesn't know
the forest's dimness
is not shade.
*not quite 100 but close
**blp, what a very interesting thread you mentioned!
Last edited by amuse; 04-26-2006 at 04:18 PM.
shh!!!
the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.
Hey - lets not quibble over a word or two. I really liked that.
Having seen this before the post referenced, I thought this was a description of your mother in 100 words or fewer, and thought, "Oh my god, that's brilliant."Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
Of course, it's not. But I'm going to pretend it is. By the way, nice work on the poem, too.
Stick it on any way. we can bend the rules a little can't we?Originally Posted by blp
Join in! Join in!Originally Posted by amuse
My father is a Roman Emperor
Who kills all those who are a threat to Him.
Putting your son into the river won’t
fool Him. And we are nothing but His slaves
We toil and we sweat so that He may sit
Smile, sleep, Smile, play, Smile, feast on souls, and Smile.
But like all those before Him and all those
After,
Please believe me when I tell you Daddy,
Your highness,
Your
end
will
>>>>>come
>>>>>>>>>>>>too.
Did You know Ceasar was killed by those he
trusted most?
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
What the hell...Originally Posted by Bandini
Poem for Mom
People who aren’t any good at drawing
and don’t care
who drop litter and chew gum with their
mouths open
who aren’t any good at drawing
but like sex
like people
like flesh
you don’t like them
you don’t want me to like them either
A person is a body
That includes you
You need to be told you have a body too
It hangs on me
hotly and hevily
You need to be told you have a body too
But it disappears in the bigness of cathedral air
it disappears in history
in the warp and weft of a tapestry
in the drawing rooms of rich relatives
the Jewishness freezes and falls off. Half of you gone
Well, I’m off
I’m going to leave you here
stewing over your immortality project
it’s not for me
I’m busy
I have to fall in love with someone rotten
make some valueless things
and describe them ungrammatically
read some pornography
poison some cats
You have an existential problem
I have to get this wax out of my ear
You have this theory that suffering is endemic
but my *** feels really sweet in these pants
A sticker on my medicine bottle says
‘for external use only’
I could still see it as I threw it at the TV
Absent-mindedly putting a
Splash of orange juice in my coffee
Tonight for dinner I’m having boeuf en croissant
and coffee with wine in it
i like the turn at the end...but I must say its fairly predictable. But excellent definition/view of...is it teens (?) : 'I have to fall in love with someone rotten' 'read pornography'
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
I thought it was great, and I think people confuse honest expression with being predictable sometimes, and I prefer honest to pretentious. If I'm honest, I thought yours was a bit 'psuedy' Optimisticnad. But then 'different people/ different 'pinions/some like apples/some like onions