Poems of the eldest Corcoran-Smith.

Greta, My love
My mind is mayhem
Thoughts in disarray.
And when you see me like this,
To no surprise you turn away.

To me
You are salvation.
In this world
Of desolation.
A world where
No-one’s there.

In my eyes,
You are a star.
Shining bright,
Oh so bright,
But oh so far.

You are an Angel,
In this life-deprived plain.
But I’m afraid
My love is in vain.
You see through me, past me.
Into a world I cannot find,
A world where passion is ever lasting.

In long months
Where I have not seen you,
I have hid
In despair born anew.

But now you’re gone,
And I can’t find you.

My friends
You tell me it’s a fake world;
A world of Fantasy.
You tell me it’s a fake world;
A world of make-believe.

You say I need some real friends,
I say that what I’ve got
Is good enough for me.

I may not see them,
But I know that they are there.
I may not see them,
But I know that they all care.

Friendship has many forms,
Any of them I’ll take.
And if I can’t get some real friends,
Some better ones I will make.

You told me it was a fake world;
A world of fantasy.
You told me it was a fake world;
A world of make-believe.

You said I needed some real friends,
And I still say:
“What I’ve got is good enough for me.”

I didn’t use to see them,
I still know that they are there.
O didn’t use to see them,
I still know that they still care.

For me, friendship had many forms,
Any of them I would take.
And I couldn’t get some real friends,
So the best form I chose to make.

The best form of friend is not a loyal one,
The best form of friend isn’t make-believe.
The best form of friend isn’t fantasy;
The best form of friend is one who’ll be better than family.

On this second poem, I get the feeling that the speaker is being told these things by a family member.

I think the poem is interesting. The stanzas that are repeated are a little redundant for my taste, but overall I enjoyed reading it.

- J

Waiting for End

When you see me
Do you see a wreck?
What a place,
What a mess,
Is this Heaven?
No, It can’t be.

It was Hell before,
But not now,
And I’m sure,
Most definitely,
It’ll be Hell once more.
When you’re gone.

I stare through the smoke,
The lies,
Of love I tell myself.

We’ll never be together,
Never one,
But I’ll remember you,
By the feather
You left behind,
My Angel.

I cannot find
Inner peace,
Just a war between love
And logic.

All my life
I’ve had to spend
Waiting for you,
Waiting for End.

How I’d Love

I watch you disappear,
Into the distance,
My heart is full of fear,
And
How I’d love it
If you were here.

I watch the moon in the night sky,
So high.
To you I would go,
And
How I’d love it,
If I could fly.

I can't believe I missed these... you never told me you had a poetry thread!

Awesome, man! These are really great. I wish I could have written as well as you when I was 12. I'm glad you're doing so well.

Don't lose inspiration! <3

Emofagishfulness

I was never funny,
I was never cool.
All my life I’ve been a fool.

Now my ‘emofagness’ has been revealed,
My rotted core has been peeled,
My ‘emofagness’ has been exposed
You’ll never shut my ‘emofagish’ mouth, you’ll never get it closed.

I’ve become one of those attention seekers,
Pretending to be sad so people will look my way.
I’ve always been one of them speakers,
Yelling, “Hey, look at me! Listen to the emofagish thing I’m about to say!”

Can’t tell when it ended,
Can’t tell when it started.
‘Oh my god’ I am so ‘retarded’.

All the time in your backside I’ll be an itch,
So tell me to go to hell, you stupid *****.

Originally Posted by Addums

Emofagishfulness

I was never funny,
I was never cool.
All my life I’ve been a fool.

Now my ‘emofagness’ has been revealed,
My rotted core has been peeled,
My ‘emofagness’ has been exposed
You’ll never shut my ‘emofagish’ mouth, you’ll never get it closed.

I’ve become one of those attention seekers,
Pretending to be sad so people will look my way.
I’ve always been one of them speakers,
Yelling, “Hey, look at me! Listen to the emofagish thing I’m about to say!”

Can’t tell when it ended,
Can’t tell when it started.
‘Oh my god’ I am so ‘retarded’.

All the time in your backside I’ll be an itch,
So tell me to go to hell, you stupid *****.

Addy... You're very funny and you're awesome. I'd always look your way no matter what, and you know it's not because you''re an attention seeker. I love helping you out, you're like my little brother and I ASSURE you that the things you said in there are NOT true. I'm sorry you feel that way, though... and I wish we got to talk more often. Maybe I could help you feel better.

It was a joke, man. I'm not really depressed and emo. xD

Originally Posted by Addums

It was a joke, man. I'm not really depressed and emo. xD

BASTARD!!!!! You made me get serious!

*Tackles* Post some more poems, I like yours a lot. <3

I am Free



We stagger we haul we

Fumble.

Horrible

Taut

Skin

Flesh

Tear

Tears of bliss

Through my paper.



Paper stained be tears that tear and plot

And cakle

They laugh at me

Those silly little maudlin words that trick and

Tickle

Like the childish goons that spray the words

How pretty

Are you pretty, too?



Then the door the cage the

Entrapment opens.

We stagger we haul we

Swear

Curse

Godspit and ****

And pestilence where are we are

We home?



Are we free are we staggering yesyes

Yes we are we are are going down

We are staggering and hauling and fumbling.



Minds are numb we scream and the leather tears across our back and the

Leather cracks the air the tears rip and tear through our faces

However no matter how gross infrequent salty they are

Like a dream.



My paper it folds and falls through the mind but mind it is

No mind

No man

No girl

No ****-stained little boy, beg for mercy

Will you feel

Pity for me?



I don’t know.



Oh gods here they come they are come here they

They come like they will be crying

Like we cry.



Little maudlin words,

Running throughout my head of the serpent,

It coils around, constricting

Us.



Are we free no we are

Not free. Not yet.



Are we free now?

Are we there?

Mummy

Are

We there?

Yet we never get there but are

We

There yet?

Mummy? Mummy you’re not there mummy you aren’t there



Pain the pain ow

Ouch

We howl like mongrel bastard-dogs



Are we there

Yes son, we are

H-h-hiphiphooray we are home

jump for joy

are we home?

No



But



Still we

Are

Free. I am free.

LOLZ It really did re-arrange my sinuses. xD That was awesome, and I love the non-objective feel to it. It has a meaning, but it's so obscure, and it's just really deep despite not really appearing so on the outside. If it wasn't 7:00am I might be able to think of something better to say, but alas I am exhausted.

Anyways, love it. <3

The Path.

Day by day, I travel my road.
It is twisting, deceptive.
Where do I go? Where do I roam?
Like some plaything of reality,
I maraud the open path.

I slash and hack and stab,
Take down the foes who would hinder me.
They are nothing to me.
You are nothing.
I am everything.

It is my domain, the open road.
I shall take what is mine,
What I think I deserve.
It’s what I’ve come to know as my life.

I maraud the path.
I am a bandit on the marketplace.
A stain upon your very soul.
And by the by,
No.

I will not go away.

Why Do We Try?

Shattered remains
Of what I once was.
They lay, scattered
Upon the kitchen floor.

You can’t hear it, so don’t listen.

Love doesn’t come in a bagful of cash,
Given out amply to passers-by.
It should be delivered in a box
Reading “Handle with care”.
And pain given to customers as a taste-test.

You can’t taste it, so don’t lick your lips.

Blood pools about my feet,
And my intentions are betrayed
By crimson footsteps
Over the glass.

You can’t touch it, so get rid of those feelings.

I’ve survived
Because I’m a survivor.
I’m a fighter.
I don’t have fists and I don’t have gloves.
But I can tell you now
“I’ll fight. I’ll Survive. I’ll always come back for more.”

You can’t see it, so don’t look.

It’s what you know
When you’ve been smashed in the face.
Your blood flies through the air,
Drips of life that you won’t get back.
But at least you can say that you’ve won.

You can be in it, so dive in.

Poetry is a wonderful outlet for all those cooped up feelings of disappointment, no?

I only read 'Why Do We Try?' so I'll give you my thoughts on it. Wonderfully written, to be sure. In some respects I like how open-ended it is. You haven't given it a clear-cut point, meaning that readers can interpret it to fit in with their own lives. Your scope and the way it is written is exemplary, although I'm confused as to what the point of it is. I've often found myself so wrapped up in a poem that my once clear meaning becomes tangled in a complicated knot of feelings and catchy lines. You should try reading your poetry to yourself, making sure that the message is always clear. After all, what is poetry without a moral?

Aces Back in Sets

Shame on my face,
Blood on the dice.
Throw them now, roll a six,
Aces back in sets.

And we take the chance,
Roll the dice,
Cry when you get snake-eyes.
Cut out the risk.

Dance the game,
Play the cards.
God only knows,
You’ll **** it up.

It’s the thrill,
Not the spill.
Dancing quietly, chaotically,
On the brink of success and failure.

Get the rush, the adrenaline,
Little Gambler,
Dance for me.
A dance that I like to call:
Aces back in sets.

And we fade...

I can feel you beneath my feet;
I'll keep on jumping,
Snap your spine.

I can feel you beneath my fingers;
I'll keep on ripping,
Tear off your face.

Luckily, I'm getting tired.
Should I come back tomorrow?
Only time will tell.

Or maybe your spine will.

Someone has issues :3

Care to explain what's behind your latest poem? It is incredibly vivid, and it's clear that something has to be bothering you. I heart it.

This links to the last.

Venom

I can feel this,
I can feel your hatred.
It explores me as you do,
No crevice left untouched, unmolested.

This defiling,
This poison,
It is my blood now.
Part of me,
Part of you,
Part of us.

We are one now, tied.
Chained.
Constricted.

I can feel this,
This is not life.
It is not smooth, unblemished.
It is infection, it is Venom.

.StarlessCountry.

Upon this life-starved rock,
I stand, stand and mock
The shattered society
That contemplates me.
Me and myself, but not I.

Voices in my head scream
And moan, faces covered with moonlight sheen.
I must run towards the sky,
Up a crystal hillside.
Jagged blades cut my feet,
I stumble and fall, into deep sleep.

I wake in umber
Sheets, stained with wrong slumber,
Thick with memories
Of chains and ropes.
Unbound, Un-free.

I waste the land
With corrupt mind, savage hand,
Take the children from their sleep.
I sit and watch my darling sheep.

They are my cattle,
With little bells that rattle
In the Starless Country.
Filled with Morons, all and sundry.

I promised I would defend,
But I’m not ready to die again.
I will fight if I must,
Shoot myself, heart of dust.

I see your country when I look down,
The little smear, stupid town.
It is no better than the soul
That lives with me within this hole.

Flee to the skies we will,
Wielding word with unmatched skill,
Words of darkness, words of pain,
Walk this world I shan’t again.

Sleep in death, sleep in life,
Wield the sentence, not the knife.
I beg of you to walk amply,
Convert the Morons, all and sundry.

I like some of them, but the other ones are a bit too sad for me. Writing poetry is such a nice pass time ^_^ keep writing, you're very talented.