This is not a poem!

Want to write so much
A poem out of this boredom
but what can i say
i'm either painfully dying or painfully dead

yet my panic seizure seems to failed me today
i had none emotions, lacks of spirits,
as same as a frickin puppet jinx.
Yes... I am dead, I guess..

No you're not dead!
IDIOT!
Can't you see that the puppet's been freed?
The spirits are everywhere,
and the seizure fails you every freakin day!

Yet the skies are not moving!
I'm breathin, the breath from the dead,
yet my mind wonders to those skies
and the colors are black and white
I may not be dead, but now..
I feel colorless...

But how can I write if I'm dead?
How can I be dead, if I write?
Either way, no poem today...
or is there?

I guess this is my poem
it's about NOT a poem
Yet somehow, it came to live,
meanwhile... i am not..
DAMN!
I need to write a real poem!

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Written by me and AlexJhon while chatting via YM.

Girl in the red dress

Girl in the red dress,
I can see you from here,
sitting there in front of me,
unknowingly innocently

But there you are again,
beautiful and breath-taking
wrapped in a slim red dress
of which power astounds me

I don’t know why
you’re so alluring
Oh my, oh my…
it’s beyond my understanding

Maybe it’s the color red
the longest wave length
the stir of blood
rouse of passion

But damn you’re so hot
hot and red and hot
like the lust of roses
covetousness of the late sun

Ah, am I dreaming?
aren’t I still?
because you’re everywhere
lately
and all I can do is watch and see
while everyone sees what I’m supposed to see
only I can’t really see
the girl in the red dress
You,
are,
mine.

Soliloquist,
Sept 25, 2008


Comments : Wow! Finally! A poem of desire and selfishness. This is a writer's saying : I'm currently sitting in front of a real girl in red whose beauty becomes my inspiration for this poetry. Inspirations can come at any time. I just have to know :P

O’ Lazy Girl

O’ lazy girl look how lazy you are
your homework unfinished
your puzzles unsolved
but why don’t you see, why don’t you see?

O’ lazy girl look how naughty you are
you hop around like an insane rabbit
you yell around like a wounded elephant
but why can’t you see, what you should be…

O’ lazy girl look at your face
look at your future
look at yourself.
O’ lazy girl… when will you see?

Soliloquist,
Aug 25, 2008

The Dense Nothingness

It was a dull vacuum I tried to see
despite my shielded eyes
why, I couldn’t see

I stretched out my hands
everything’s around
yet I couldn’t touch

It was a vast abyss I walked on
broad and unshaped
Oh my, I couldn’t breathe

I try to unfold
my past and future
why, I still can’t see.


Soliloquist,
Aug 8, 2008

Waiting

This is a poem I created a long time ago, published it in my main blog and let me just say that I love it!





I put it here because it qualifies as a poetry, even though it's inside an image (my idea before :D)

Created : April 4, 2007
Published here : Sept 18, 2008

Purple's Poet : Another Waiting

Seems like an absurd thing
an Angel cries
an Inca speaks Spanish
a lover rhymes

Lies never come true
avaricious beasts
reapers die
makes a lover kneels

Waiting before you
waiting to come
waiting ahead of you
Did you know?

It’s like living in a delusion
cherishing every minute with convulsion
but it’s not real

It’s not real

Soliloquist,
Jan 28, 2007
published : Sept 18, 2008


Actually this version of Waiting was written before the BoA one.