Calling all POETS, ARTISTS AND MUSICIANS!
We've got so many talented people here; this would be a good place to share something other than our 'foods'; diet, and 'problems'.
Franse is a terrific photographer; artist, and poet! Okay, that's a LOT of talent in one lovely lady. Oilpaintlady is a great photographer; painter, and writes poetry also - more talent to share. Imaginee writes poetry; does beautiful photography, and is a magnificent sketch artist. Poetnw is a superb poety; maybe some other hidden talents as well.
Rayn is a great singer; Katydid is an exciting illustrator working on a children's book (want that book for certain); and musci2harvest is not only a whiz on the history of jazz, but can 'jazz' up a cake in the most beautiful way!
Let's do some happy talk; read some great poetry, and enjoy the comments about art and music from the many who have these interests listed in their bio's.
Diane.
Original Post by soccerislove05:Awesome thread =) Here's a poem I just wrote today...
Your Memory
I sit on the oak porch, gazing into the night,
the snowflakes falling ever so slight.
Every white crystal, a memory, fall in front of me,
giving me vision despite the darkness.
I grinned, snowflakes slipping from my eyes,
as the sepia memories of you arise;
&nb sp; the techno music we played “too loud”,
&nb sp; the playgrounds we were “too big for”,
&nb sp; the battles we won that made us “too proud”,
&nb sp; the dares we did that were “too hardcore”.
I cried and laughed, dead but reborn,
and I saw a shooting star in the abyss above.
I knew you were out there, under this one sky,
one world, one destiny, one hello, one goodbye.
People don’t know, so they can’t understand,
but I’ll just sit here forever and hold the hand
of your memory.
I made 'bold', what really touched me in this poem. The entire prose is wonderful, but I think I've felt this way before - never put it into such beautiful words.
Now this is something that really would be beautiful set to music - when I get back to my home, I'm going to see what I can do with it on the piano.
I think it falls into the same category of ONE HAND ONE HEART (from Westside Story) - it might even work to modify the melody of ONE HAND ONE HEART to work with Soccer's words. If anyone gets that chance - to 'play' with it a bit, let me know.
Now that a medical problem has cropped up, we will have to be back at our home March 25 for some tests; then after that we go to 2 weddings in Arizona - bouncing between doctors and marriages (sounds interesting anyway). I definitely want to put her words to some type of music - or have someone here do it.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could 'talk' and 'sing' right here too? Now, there might be a way, but I sure don't know it. All I know is, this prose SINGS! I love it. Diane
I wrote a couple of poems about Anorexia and one about my mis-diagnosis...I often write to calm myself. Sorry-I guess it's kind of "problem/diet" related. 
Dark-Eyed Monster
A dark-eyed monster
Strolls at a haunting pace
Cold and emotionless
With blood on its face
This twilight-eyed creature
Has an arsenal of weapons,
Knowing each person’s fears,
Pushing all the right buttons.
The putrid dark-eyed villain
Knows just the wrong words to say.
He messes with your mind,
And skews your outlook every day.
This devil distorts what friends tell you,
Claiming it all as lies.
When really the only faker here,
Stands right before your eyes.
He, the putrid monster,
Is sick, vile, and cruel.
He lives to see you suffer,
Your insecurities are his fuel.
This beast constantly ruins
everything that you find grand.
He pummels every triumph
into grains of worthless sand.
He destroys every moment
That brings a smile to your face.
He swipes away enjoyment,
Rubbing sadness in your face.
The creature seems to be your friend,
Until he stabs your back.
He waits until you’ve opened up
To point out all you lack.
You often search for this monster’s lair,
But there’s rare evidence to find.
It’ll take all of your life to see
That he thrives inside your mind.
My Fake Friend
I don't know when it started,
I just wish it would end.
This darkness that's killing me now,
the same one that I thought was my friend.
I know all of its devious ways now,
I see a downward trend.
The same one that brings me sole comfort,
is the one that destroys me in the end.
Diagnosis: Lost
Only your voice I heard in the deep silent shallows,
what you said lingered near in the dark, unknown shadows.
A slight embrace I felt; it was unbeleivably overwelmin g.
But that feeling was gone in a flash; it all faded without warning.
A day or two ago I'd thought that hope had arrived,
but simple dreams cannot break apart what's nailed firmly inside.
I only longed for pureness, or a mere feeling health.
I was lost and I knew that; even to myself I was stealth.
It's consequence, I feared, for my manipulative ways.
"People aren't swayed by my talk; no one trusts me these days.
I stand for truth now, I stand for humanity.
I don't stand for shame, I don't want pointless vanity.
Can you see me at all? Or have I really disappeared?"
I was lost on the road, and farther gone than I feared.
My destination was unseen; I'd veered away from my track.
And I couldn't turn around, I could not find my way back.
I observed this world around me, so sultry, yet so weird.
That's when my eyes saw a figure, and into my eyes it peered.
It was you, and I thought, maybe you could tell me the truth.
But you distorted my mind, you stole my small scraps of youth.
The walls crumbled as you said,
it was all just in my head.
My mind told me you were wrong,
until you sung a hypnotising song.
You weren't there to be my friend.
That's what you said before the end.
And now I'm deathy, lifeless bone
stone cold and left alone.
Your words seem freshly planted in my head.
Sewn to my being with slitched-up thread.
A book of lies, not a mere verse.
Now it's my burden and my curse.
Original Post by soccerislove05:
Awesome thread =) Here's a poem I just wrote today...
Your Memory
I sit on the oak porch, gazing into the night,
the snowflakes falling ever so slight.
Every white crystal, a memory, fall in front of me,
giving me vision despite the darkness.
I grinned, snowflakes slipping from my eyes,
as the sepia memories of you arise;
&nb sp; the techno music we played “too loud”,
&nb sp; the playgrounds we were “too big for”,
&nb sp; the battles we won that made us “too proud”,
&nb sp; the dares we did that were “too hardcore”.
I cried and laughed, dead but reborn,
and I saw a shooting star in the abyss above.
I knew you were out there, under this one sky,
one world, one destiny, one hello, one goodbye.
People don’t know, so they can’t understand,
but I’ll just sit here forever and hold the hand
of your memory.
This is beautiful.:] I cannot relate to it, but it's really touching nonetheless.
