Another fun one

Here is the golden oldie for this week. Before you read it, I just want to say it's one of my favorite poems, because I think it is a good poem in terms of flow and in terms of content. Check it out:

Everyone deserves a choice
Cause we all have our predilections
But your preference won't suffice
And you're headed in the wrong directions
You rubbed me the wrong way
And ruffled my black feathers
Now emotion flies away
And shits all on your shoulders
The stain of white can't be bleached out
It stays with you forever
And blocks away I hear you shout
I know that it's great pleasure
But your record is cast in stone
Set in halls of sanctity
Where judge and jury freely roam
And all evil is plain to see
So act this way and purge your lust
I'm sorry if I'm a bore
Have your pleasure if you must
At least I'm not a whore
Anthony C, "Life's A Bitch, You're A Slut"

Maybe I just really like the last stanza...and the title. Who knows.

Poem of the Week #4

Monday... Does anyone else just love this day? Cause, it's just the best day ever. I mean. EVER. I just don't love ANY day more, than MONDAY. Anyway, here is this week's poem:

Their opinions of me loom over like a shadow.
They block out the sun and I grow cold
Winter’s fury breathes ice on my neck
With every mocking overheard whisper
Shifty eyes glance in my direction
And like mice dart away upon my notice
An aura of misunderstanding is emitted by my body
If I could shut it off I would
If I could tune them out, in a heartbeat
I’d ignore them. But I can’t.
My heart tells me I’m pure, but it can’t fight
Against the World. I have no allies
In this fight, no one I can band together with
Alone I charge into the darkness, looking
For someone to ally with against the hoards.
But enemies surround me on all sides. I cannot succeed
Without assistance. These words are all I fight with,
But despite their strength, the World’s actions prevail.
Life slaughters my heart and leaves me for dead
My words do no good compared to the masses
So what’s left of me? My corpse lies on the floor
Dead and abandoned. Bones turn to dust, skin to ash
But out of death I shall be reborn to rise again
Despite your attempts, despite the attempts of the World
And all of its conspirators, despite fate and destiny,
I shall rise again, and fight the darkness.
I won’t stop, I won’t sheathe my words
I won’t stay my tongue. I’ll charge again,
Head on into the night, I’ll put up a fight
And I won’t be silenced, I won’t be ignored
This thorn in your side won’t be cast away with ease
Life, Fate, Destiny, Karma, I’ll kill you all before I’m through
Then the only obstacles in my way will be the World
And all of its conspirators. I won’t let them
Finish me off in the darkness quietly
I’ll cast away your shadows and your friends
And feel the sun beat down on me again.
Anthony C, "You Won’t Judge Me Without A Fight"

Oh, I was being sarcastic before...hope you guys caught that, or else you are really dense. I hate Monday. A lot. At least we got POTW, right?

A trip down memory lane

You know what I love about my poetry? It causes problems. Lots of problems. And awkwardness. Lots of awkwardness. Let's look back at one of those poems that caused such complications...

I praise your name and beauty
The deaf ears that my words fall on can hear me clearly
If blind men can see that I love you, then why can't you?
Perhaps if I open my mouth you'll hear what I'm trying to say
Too bad this goddamned vice called cowardice keeps it closed.
The bolts are fastened shut, ironically I'm left screwed
Too bad it's in the metaphorical sense, huh?
But that's not what I want from you anyway.
You aren't some cheap slut, you have so much more to offer
I guess I'll just grin and bear it
I hope my vice allows me that small freedom
Maybe one day I'll find the key to unlock my cowardly chains
Here's to wishing. Hope is wasted on the desperate
But really, is this an act of desperation?
Anthony C, "Confessional"

And how I wish that didn't happen...Haha, hey, what's the point in life if you can't laugh at your mistakes, huh?

Poem Of The Week #3

Well, it's Monday again, and here I am back in Binghamton after a long weekend (6 days long actually) and awaiting my next chance to get back to the city (although I think it'll be November before that happens). Anyway, I'll stop the chit chat and show you what you came for: the poems. Disclaimer: This poem may be too intense for some readers. So take it with a grain of salt and enjoy it for what it is. Here's this week's poem:

I felt so close, but now I feel so distant
Those words we shared, now I miss them
I don’t want to give in to apathy
But it seems I have no control over me
Emotion leaves, and I’m left so cold
There’s nothing left for me to hold
I thought I loved you, was I wrong?
I felt for you, but now that’s gone
Before I would have died for you
But now I feel like I don’t know you
Didn’t you care that I was alive?
Didn’t you comfort me when I cried?
Wiped my tears away with your smile?
I would have walked you down the aisle
I would have given you a family and home
And neither of us would have felt alone
But you never felt loneliness
You had someone else to kiss
I stood by your side and watched you date
A man that I would always hate
Did jealous notions seize my mind
And make me loathe him and his kind?
Did I judge him with a bias eye?
He said he loved you, and I thought he lied
I cared so much but you didn’t know
How far that I was willing to go
I’d travel to Hell just to see your face
If you were condemned I’d take your place
You chose him over me, would you do it twice?
I’m just an alternative that won’t suffice
I guess you don’t feel that way for me
But I know I will love you for eternity
Anthony C, "You'll Never Know How I Feel"

Bands To Watch Out For

This time's band to listen to is...TRUSTcompany. Simplistic rhymes, slow beats, fast paces, excellent rock and emo from this band. Almost every track on their CD The Lonely Position Of Neutral rocks, and notably the lead singer has an excellent voice for this genre. TRUST me on this, it's a CD to pick up and a band to watch out for (even though the album came out like two years ago, still get it).

Golden Oldies

You know that contest I was talking about? Well, this is the poem that I entered, so check it out:

A man lies in a flowery pink bed laying
beside a young beautiful woman with
yellow-tipped black hair. In a low
somber voice he tells her "I love you"
and embraces her in a kiss lacking
feeling and passion. His emotions,
her body, both naked, but she can't see
his emotions. Cupid's arrow shot her
twice, one arrow per eye, one arrow for
I, for I have been shot. And while the
passionate blood of my heart seeps into
my chest, while my lungs overflow
with red fiery flames of passion
While my breath turns red
While I choke on passion
While I suffocate at
The sound of her voice
The thought of her face
The mention of her name!
She lies in bed with him, naked.
Anthony C, "Appreciation"

Hotness

So I got the mail today, and I was reading through all of the letters and such, and I found one that said poetry.com. For all of you who don't know, I entered a contest a while back during the summer for one of my favorite poems, Appreciation, and they liked it so much that they wanted to enter it in a book. Apparently, they also want another poem of mine, an unpublished one, that I need to enter into another book. Problem is, I'm very indecisive and I can't choose which my favorite is. That's where you guys come in. If you remember any of my poems, please tell me which one I should put into the book, or if you don't remember then at least if what genre I should put in. Also, I don't know what to include in the biographical section, so if you guys have any suggestions it would rock. Thanks a bunch.
P.S. If you guys could tell me A.S.A.P. it would be great.

Poem Of The Week #2

It's Monday again, start of classes for this week, start of jobs, start of.........fuck this day and all it stands for (cept POTW). The only reason someone should get up on a Monday is for Poem of the Week...speaking of which, here it is for this week:

So, you want it on a silver platter?
It’s too hard to try to work for?
Well, that’s true for all that matters
Anything worth having is worth a war.

Pass me the gun, I have to bite the bullet
Signals flaring, telling me to go
I’m thrown the ball but I can’t shoot it
I don’t jump in the pool, I take it slow

I’m taught a lesson I won’t learn
You give me a pick to break the ice
Under the spotlight’s heat I burn
Sorry, I’m just not that nice.

I’m a curse to those around me
A plague to those who are near
My appearance blinds anyone that can see
My voice deafens anyone that can hear.

I don’t want to go the distance
Fear’s a friend I’ll have for life
My legs are too weak to walk this
Is death the only answer that’ll suffice?

I can’t complain forever
My breath is running thin
Loneliness is something I can’t weather
If I’m a coward I’ll never win.

Anthony C, "Put Up Or Shut Up"

Still haven't thought of a name

Here's a golden oldie from the AIM posts:

This cloudless night is the second emptiest
thing I know. There are no more stars
in the sky, I've wished them all away again
thinking about you. For each star in the sky
I have made the same wish, hoping
that I choose that one lucky wishing star
that makes all dreams come true. That
one star that has eluded me for the past
four years, that one star in the sky
that I can't find, that I have looked
for every night since I met you.
I know it exists, it has to.
It is my last and only chance to be with you.
I won't stop looking for it, every night
Whether it's clear as day, whether
it's dark as night, whether I can't see
anything at all, I'll continue my search.
My eyes bleed as the sun approaches
the horizon. The sky burns in its glorious flames
and my hope in its existence is renewed
I have finally found that wishing star.
It is the second most beautiful thing I know.
Anthony C, "Wishing Star"

Retro Revolution...or something

By the ingenious idea of another (I really wish I could take credit, but I can't), there shall be a new feature to POTW. I shall have a segment where I post an oldie from the AIM POTW poems on every thursday, called "Retro Revisitation" or another name that doesn't suck. So check out some of the old hits and misses, it'll be a riot.

Poem of the Week #1

Here is it, the first blog poem for POTW:

Do you ever feel like something is so right?
Even though your mind tells you it’s wrong?
Like there’s something for which you want to fight
Or a piece of something you’ve searched for, but had all along?
A notion you want to forget, but can’t ignore?
A passion that burns your soul and scars your mind?
A feeling that consumes you and makes life worth living for
A friend that you know and never want to leave behind?
Does the fear of never being with said person
Take control of your lungs and steal your air?
That this person is your only one
And that your friend doesn’t know how much you care?
Oblivious to your feelings, ignorant to your emotion?
Blinded by the light of your passion and all that you cherish?
Does your plight feel unbearable, like the foulest malediction?
Hexed beyond endurance, to the point where you perish?
Suffering is a pain that you might not endure
It tears your heart to shreds and makes your soul moan
But please, if you suffer like I do, suffer no more
For love is a burden you don’t have to bear alone.

Anthony C, "I'm Here For You"

Before we jump in the pool and our bathing suits come off due to impact and we are scarred for life...

Look, before we get into POTW, I just thought that it would be good if I just told y'all that, out of all of the literary terms I use, I use hyperbole the most. That means I tend to exaggerate a lot. A LOT. So take no offense to my poetry, and try not to be creeped out about it, just appreciate it for what it is and we'll all have a fun time.

On another note, I may end up publishing poems I wrote a while ago cause I like them so much. Since I wrote them a while ago, they have feelings that I may/may not be feeling at the time I post them. Therefore, if you are offended by a poem of mine, or think that I hate you immensely or that I am deeply in love with you(*cough Raphy cough*)...crap, I just coughed all over my keyboard...don't get mad, get Glad. Anyway, my poetry is deep, and some people may not be able to understand what is going on with it. Which is ok, cause they can still enjoy it. But there are some underlying jokes/motifs in them that most probably won't get (shit, I don't even understand some of the stuff I wrote since it was so long ago).

The First Of Many

A note to readers:
This blog was created (or at least revived) by Sofia's request. If you don't know who Sofia is, then you should.

Well, this is the first of many posts I'll hopefully put up on this site, so...here it is. Now, you are probably all settled in your chair and thinking to yourself: "Hey, this site is boring, it's just another stupid retarded blog, why should I pay it any attention." Well smart-ass, I'll tell you why. This isn't just a blog. This is Poem Of The Week. Poem Of The Week is a little hobby of mine in which I post a poem every week (pretty obvious from the title) on this blog and share poetry with everyone I can. Some of it is mine, and some of it is famous people you know. But when I become famous for my poems, you'll say to yourself: "Hey, I was there when he first posted up Poem Of The Week."

Anyway, this site will probably be mostly devoted to POTW (I can't continue to type out that long name), but I may feel inclined to post up other stuff on here in the days to come.

To all of you who read this, I just want you to know that I originally created this blog for the purpose of POTW. I used to use AIM and it's delicious away messages for that purpose, but since this interface is much easier and since I want to put up longer poems, I need a blog. That, and I'm really tired of leaving up AIM 24/7. I plan on putting up poems every monday, but sometimes I might just fall behind or get lazy or something, so if a new poem isn't up on monday, don't kill me. Just yell at me a lot and sue me.