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Adrian
Salamon
Winner
of our Top 5 Poets of
November 2003 Online
Competition
I'm
Adrian and 22 Years old
born in Wisbech, Cambs but
now living in Whitehaven,
Cumbria with my
girlfriend. I first
started writing poetry
while I was at university
in Hull. I never really
thought that any was good
and still am my own worse
critic. During some parts
of university I was
feeling a bit low and this
is when I just started
writing out things that
were in my head. Most of
my poems to me don't seem
like poems should do as
many seem to be large
ramblings such as the
"Television
Tedium" poem.
For this reason a lot of
my poems a pretty dark and
depressing but as time
went on I have wrote on
other things which matter
to me.
After
I while I started to post
my poems on some forums
and got some positive
comments which surprised
me, so this made me write
even more and about other
subjects which meant
something to me such as
Television and Hull.
My
influences include Philip
Larkin especially his poem "Aubade",
Sylvia Plath, and Patrick
Jones and the lyrics and
music of the Manic
Street Preachers who
bassist of is the brother
of poet Patrick Jones.
I hope
you enjoy my poems as I am
still shocked that people
do like what I write.
"The Scarlet
Ribbon" is the first
one I wrote and this was
during a time I felt low
and did some things I now
regret. "Moth"
was about how I was
feeling but taken from the
view point of a moth, a
beautiful creature but
most regard as pests.
"Graveyard" is
about as you can guess
graveyards at they are
meant to be peaceful areas
but to me it is about
things decaying and the
end of life and that
scares me."Negative
forces" is how
negativity and hatred
destroys all. "House
of Despair" is just
really about how some
people ignore what is
going on to others.
The
Scarlet Ribbon
My
heart beats to its
Gentle movement
Unison in rhythm and
motion
The
skin sighs relief
Stained by its glory
Stained by its colour
Red
like the roses
Colour of love
Same feeling, same ache
Relaxing,
contemplating
Like a junkie
Addict; need the feeling
The
scarlet ribbon
Lays across my arm
Covering all it sees
Moth
Moth
Gently flying through the
night air
Wings pounding a gentle
rhythm
Icon of hate, its majesty
disregarded
Yet held within the
aesthetic wing
Dejection renders a scar
all too clear
In a world devoid of light
The moth is alone,
alienated, lost
Its cries falter, no one
wants to hear
Rejection beats the tiny
shell
The bronze messenger falls
to earth
Its hopes confiscated,
snatched away
Into the grave, the moth
lays
Into eternity, nothing
bruises anymore
Graveyard
The
damp nestles amongst the
stone
Moss cracked granite
crumbling in piles
Grassy knoll can't hide
the gruesome truth
Dead flower garden, all
life extinguished
Broken rose lies in
oversized pepper pot
The nettles guard 24/7 for
eternity
The crypt eyes its
surrounding with misery
The ancient marble angel
weeps again
Another hole has closed
upon its victim
The owls scream their
death melody
Negative
forces play
Come
and feast on the broken
bodies you create
The weak cower under what
you dictate
Their homes razed to the
ground
Lives deleted like
spelling mistakes
Come and drink the
cascading river of blood
Sink on down in the
putrefaction,
Drown in the stagnant
misery
The milk of human kindness
leaves a sour taste
Polluted; infected by the
hatred for all
Shards of lies smash
through the mind
Splitting all traces of
reason into oblivion
Hate leaches feeling,
sucks the emotions dry
Feeds on what we are;
laughs at what we become
Forcing us against the
wall, killing us like a
war
Head on the block, say
your last prayers, it wins
Every time, Anytime,
Overtime, it won't stop
Take everything away, you
take it all away
Greed looks on with green
eyes glowing
Negative forces play
tonight
Break the bones of those
they tease
The weak crumble into
scattered splinters
Dust blown in the wind far
away
The negative forces play
tonight
House
of Despair
Welcome
to the house of despair
Welcome to agonies lair
Come hang your senses by
the door
Come inside and be my
guest
See
that guy in the corner
Always blue, forever
mourner
Lived his whole life in
misery
Broken and beaten since he
was three
See
the boy with the broken
crown
Watch him cower, cry and
frown
Bullied and tortured in
his school
Yet he's the one made the
fool
See
the girl with bruised
fists
The red ring around her
wrists
No one seems to understand
her
Only will in the funeral
parlour
See
that lady in the red
Saw her family all shot
dead
Now she sits all day alone
Yet still waits by the
telephone
See
the woman who was violated
She shouldn't be the one
hated
Now too scared to see the
sky
Just sits inside and
rather cry
Welcome
to the house of despair
Everyone ignores, no one
cares
All walk past, get on with
lives
As I start passing out the
knives
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