"A picture is worth a thousand words", or so the quote goes. However, you've managed to sum up the "picture/sculpture" in a mere 105 words; fantastic. =]
(You are a very talented sculptor. Have you created others that are accompanied by poem?)
Actually this was the first poem I've ever done a sculpture to accompany it. I've had creative flurries before where I've done several things - paintings, sketches, poems etc - but usually I don't finish them but Digital Princcess/Daddy's Girl was one that didn't stop, and wouldn't let me stop until I had completely satisfied it. I have a painting on the go currently -glaring at me from my easel, and an idea for another sculpture, I just need to find the appropriate type of clay/ceramic to use. A couple of the pictures for Digital Princess seem to have gotten lost once I added that post so I'll re add them here. In case you were wondering, yes that's a Barbie and I made her outfit from tinfoil and then painted it xD
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Twisting my words You missunderstand; Winding them into a tight knot. How is it that you can't grasp What I'm saying? Am I speaking jibberish? Somewhere my true meaning Was lost in translation. Dictating my feelings, And putting words in my mouth. You assume too much. Speaking my mind never works; Me: I'm hard to understand. Myself: is complicated. And I: can't figure out where I'm going. Flapping about like a mother Hen Squawking in my ears, Holding a safety net To catch me when I fall. Distracting, irritating, confusing - Embarassing. Why can't you just leave me alone? One independant thought, The light through the fog Dissolving the shadows Which surround me. Tethered to a short leash Gripped in an iron chokehold; Please just let me go.
- Jade Dye
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Home safely! Had a wonderful weekend, and have a hilarious boating mishap story. Annnnnd back to the books and work. Bah. So here's one of my angriest poems. Yes it was directed at a specific person, technically this one goes hand in hand with Daddy's Girl as this is the 'second part' of that poem.
Blind
Blind
Written 08/18/2009
Wanting that which You can't have. Take your words Like daggers, And drive them deep Into the hearts Of those you called friends; Simple jealousy. Was it worth the pain? Was it good for you? The bandaid On a fatal wound. Pretend it isn't there. Though it screams In your deaf ears. Vague indifference For the suffering you caused. Walk away. Turn your back. What you don't see, Can't hurt you; Or so you think.
- Jade Dye
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Blind works well as a "part two" to Daddy's Girl. You have a very clear way of sending your message through poetry, and I can feel the emotions that you - as the author - felt upon writing this piece. It's brilliant as ever. =]
I'm glad to see that you've returned safely; I'd love to hear about the boat story some time. =]
Welcome Spirit Master! And thank you for your comments. So far this thread has been only poems written by myself, but I'm open and glad to receive and share poems from others! That being said, I really liked how you worded yours. Very visual. Great piece!
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My mind races at a mile a minute There's so much that I want to say, That I need to say. Why can't I just say what I'm thinking As I think of it? When the words do come, They aren't what I meant. Give me paper, And I'll write for hours. Give me a computer, And I'll type an entire book. Face to face, the words aren't there. What is it I'm looking for? I've left a trail of broken hearts And confusion in my wake. Those that truly loved me Were pushed away. Those that I wanted to love me, Only loved themselves. Still young, but caught in purgatory. Wanting to move forward Yet I'm being held back, Or am I just holding myself back? Life deals the better hands To those around me. Maybe I'm destined to sit behind And watch as others Chase their dreams, While mine burn before my eyes.
- Jade Dye
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I thoroughly loveStained! ^_____^
It's another piece about expression, except this type of expression is verbal and the lack of ability to express something verbally that is being thought. It also moves further into the zone of dreams and how some people get ahead in life because of sheer random chance, where others are behind for no apparent reason. Feelings of "is it just me?" or "what am I doing wrong?" always happen in these cases, and it helps me to understand the feelings that were put into the piece. Remarkable really. =]
This next poem was inspired by a friend and the crap they were experiencing at the time, but it also reflects how I felt at the time and felt all through high school. So it was both personal to myself and her. Personally one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy!
Divided
Divided
Written 2007
Always on the outside Looking in. Pounding on this invisible wall That divides me from them, I long for just one touch. The knowledge of power That they weild so carelessly Like a child with a rattle.
My compassionate nature Seems to be my undoing. I bend and twist for those 'Friends' 'Family' That leave a bitter taste. Choking on the dust Left behind in their wake. Just an old shoe Overused and left abandoned.
My lips have been sewn Despite the silent screams That echo in my mind. At every turn I'm cast aside. Why is it I can't find the one, Who'll listen to me as I listen To them?
Self hatred grows As a weed in fertile soil Spreading and devouring Searing in my soul The frustration mounts Gaining speed. When will this end?
Smash the mirror that laughs Take the glass and slash Rip and tear At these veins. Let the blood spill.
- Jade Dye
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This is exactly what I've wanted to say to several people in my life... I'm glad someone else is able to understand those feelings. Thanks for sharing that one. =]
Nother angry poem. Likely going to have a couple of these in a row.
Artist
Artist
July 22, 2009
Beautiful fraud. Behind that porcelain mask, Pretending to be real Despite the deepening cracks, That expose the inner void. Fire Demon, raging to get out.
Narcissistic fool. The world doesn't revolve Around your inflated ego.
Aggrivating cock-tease. Your mouth will lead To your own folly; Fall from grace.
Talentless poser. Searching for the voice That speaks thy mind, But delivers a cacophony Of misguided ideas, Led astray.
- Jade Dye
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This is actually an inspirational piece; though it is also in an angry tone. Hmm... Yes, I think this can be something that I could easily write a story about. =]
Angry poems galore! Yes directed at an ex friend, but better to vent on paper rather than punch them xD
Little Miss
Little Miss
Written 08/11/2009
Why do I keep you in my life? Conceited, filthy wretch. Always about you, What you want, What you do, What you need, What about anyone else? A computer game Controls your life. Hours pass, turning into days, Then weeks into months. Only getting up to piss, Grab something to eat, Or drag your ass to bed. Only showering when you Finally, can't stand You own stench. Must everything Be delivered to you? It's easy to critisize Everyone but yourself. Little Miss perfect. You do no wrong. Time will prove, Just how wrong you are.
- Jade Dye
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Wow, I found an odd piece the other day. This one stretches back almost ten years ago xD I was going through a hard time both in school and personal life, and then the weirdest thing happened. I was taking notes in class one day and a friend asked if she could see them to make sure she had gotten all the information, but when she looked at them she said "Dude, what the fuck!" - I looked at my notes and I had written everything backwards. Later that night I wrote this poem, it reads from right to left.
Plague
Plague
Written 2002
gnivil fo tniop eht s'tahw wolloh era sevil ruo nehw sselgninaem dna suriv gnivil a er'ew tenalp siht gniyortsed rehto hcae tsgnoma gnilbbauqs emag a gniyalp nerdlihc ekil rewop dna ecar, noigiler ruo ot dael lliw yllautneve noitcurtsed eugalp a er'ew tenalp siht no.
-Jade Dye
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This is a curious example of questioning existence and purpose; I really like it. =] The idea of humans having no purpose and being a plague on the planet has been explored quite well, however it's not something that is talked about very much in terms of art or, more specifically, poetry. It was good to write, and I think it's cool to have it written in the "sdrawkcab" (backwards) style that you have it written in. =]
(A couple mistakes though; power should be "rewop" instead of "rewpo" and squabbling should be "gnilbbauqs" instead of "gnilbbawcs".)
This is another oldie, starting to run out of poems to post o_o must write more!
Motion Sickness
Motion Sickness
Written 2005
The world is spinning Never stopping Round and round. Like the paddle and the ball Back and forth. Back and forth. I just get ahead And then I'm yanked back. The noose tightens The guillotine drops.
Busting my butt Day in And day out. My body aches Mind explodes Is it all for nothing?
Chest tightens I can't breathe Everyday The same Over and over Never ending Twisting Spinning Jumping Bending Gymnastics In the office Yet I'm always Somehow Behind.
- Jade Dye
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