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I had a thread a long time ago, but it pretty much died since I wasnt contributing to it at all for a while. So I am going to try to stick with this one, updating it regularly.

I think I will start this new thread with a poem I wrote last week.

A blank façade
Covers a complex painting
Vast and solid
Internally filled with riddles
I cannot find purchase
On its silky smooth surface
But when I manage a handhold
I will be face to face with her soul

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A Bit of Sunshine

Tip, tap, tip, tap

The rain is falling.
I breathe slowly,
The window fogging.
My reflection is fading

in, out, in, out

And becoming clearer.
I wrap myself in thoughts,
To keep myself warm
Thoughts of you

you, me, us, we

And I.

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Were I not human, I would say
Give all your sorrows away.
Don't hold to griefs that cloud your past
Live each moment as you would you last.

If I had no feelings, I would advise
To ignore their prods and petty lies
What's done is done and it may have hurt
But stand up, child, brush off the dirt.

Yet I am only human, flawed and frail,
My sorrows write my life's rich tale,
To release my griefs and my regret
Would be to erase my being, my soul forget.

Emotions, weakness, bring true strength
Wisdom gained through pain, at length
Shown through actions, hateful and kind
Passed, the legacy of an ancestral mind.

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Your breath upon my hair,
My head upon your chest;
Never has the safety of another's arms
Felt so true.

We could lay like this forever,
Away from the world.
Content with just ourselves
Our lives in limbo;

Together, bliss.

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I know naught, but what thou hath told me.
I have grown sheltered, yea, verily,
No parcel of will or hope to lead me.
I seek adventure, divine release from this monotony,
To sail blue seas, borne of Posidon,
O'er tides and swells, to reach the horizon.
To battle with creatures, nay, monsters abroad
Ye children of demons, creations of gods.
Smote by sword, baptised in blood,
Pretty dreams of a peasant son.

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Valentine's Day Haiku
You make me happy,
You make me smile when I'm sad.
I love you, Austin.

Yayy for V DAYY!!!!!!!

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"Welcome back Alex, we missed you dearly!"

Dormant, waiting to be awakened,
She rests.
Held in an indefinite slumber,
She dreams.
Reality is based on perception,
She sees her life
Through a warped looking glass.
She paints her canvas
With broad strokes
And crooked lines.

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One of the poems you wrote, I liked it very much, 'My Wish for the World'. So deepening.. It warms my heart.

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So I see you're back with my sandwhich. Took you long enough.

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I LoVe it!!! It's great to have you back

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Once wakened, the artist will no doubt burst forth with shining, exemplary brilliance and creativity. Paint your canvas well, Tigerspice, paint it bright.

so yah, i like totale look frwrd to mor powems

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I can see the horizon, it is I.
The world is within my circumference,
The ocean sways in motion with my thoughts,
The stars realign to escort my dreams.
The Earth spins only as I do,
And when I stop, all disappears.

There is a boat, it floats alone.
I drift along in it,
forever approaching my horizon,

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So I am doing this thing called a Poetry Slam at my school, and this is one of the pieces I've written that I will be reading on Wednesday. It is a competition, and the top two "Poetry Slammers" get to go on a trip to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to participate in the National Poetry Slam.
Please give me your feedback.


He had a smile on his lips
But embers burning in his eyes.
His razor-blade fingers
Would cut into her wrist.

He disguised his black heart
With whisperings of sweet nothings
And hid his need for control
Beneath a veil of concern.

"Love hurts," he would say.

She would lay awake at night
saying,
"This pain I feel is a burden of love, at least I'm not alone."

And she would explain away the bruises
Until she had herself convinced
That the mark upon her face
Was from walking into a door

And the broken glass
Glittering red in her skin
Was the result of her own foolish mistake.

Even as her blood
Would sluggishly drip onto the floor,
His snarling face would soften.

He would gently take her
Into his arms
And whisper the words,

"I love you."

So she would forgive him
Because "love hurts."

And she knew the hands
That had come crashing against her
Were also capable
Of wiping away her tears.

And the sharp words
That exited his mouth
Would be erased
By the press of his lips
Upon her temple
As he tells her he is sorry
And he won't do it again.

But how many times
Can someone say they are sorry
Before the phrase loses its meaning?

His once reassuring hand
Upon her shoulder
Now felt like a claw
Digging into her back
Holding her captive.

And she could no longer overlook
The multitude of scars
Tallying up faster and faster
Upon her skin.

Every fight etched into her body,
An unwilling record of their "love"
That she had to hide
Beneath long-sleeves and makeup
So the neighbors
Would not get suspicious

And she began to hide
Behind a smile
So he would not realize
Her dawning horror
And the transformation of her love

From a burning flame

To a fiery hatred

Until one night
When he raised a knife
And she raised a gun

She looked him in the eyes
and said,
"Love hurts, right?"

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The symbolic themes are blades and fire. Perhaps something like forging would tie them together?

"This pain I feel is a burden of love, at least I'm not alone."

There shouldn't be just a comma in the middle because it's 2 complete thoughts. Either ", but" or a semicolon.
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I wasn't worried about the punctuation because I'm only going to read it, I don't have to present it in written form

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I spent the day at the Chattahoochee Writers' Conference and Workshop. I got to read several of my new poems, and I met a lot of cool people and had a ton of fun. My state's Poet Laureate was there, though I have to admit that he wasn't exactly well received; so were a few published authors, such as Teresa Davis, Shay Youngblood, and Joshilyn Jackson. Here are some pictures, and later I will post a few poems that I had to write as part of the workshops I attended.


Me reading my poetry:
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/Screenshot_1_zpse68c1593.png

My friend Jeremiah reading an erotic poem from an LGBTQ book
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/Screenshot_2_zps044600ff.png

http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/Screenshot_3_zpsbda969f0.png

Jeremiah performing his original poem, Death Row:
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/165913_10151970657056018_287200344_n_zpsa8b56993.jpg

Writing from a prompt:
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/1374362_10151970655441018_594436031_n_zps21006ede.jpg

My State's Poet Laureate, Judson Mitcham
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/1381391_10151970647566018_1629445591_n_zpsc7eda0cc.jpg

The lovely and hilarious Teresa Davis:
http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x385/Alexispiceytiger/1379701_10151970647091018_745684952_n_zpsf02a57cc.jpg

It was great and I hope to go again next year.

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