How to Write Poetry?

I had a conversation with someone I talk a lot to on Facebook. We talked about what I want my next poetry collection to look like, what message I want it to send.

I ended up showing her a small part of a poem I am working on, it is so far from done, and it is not at all the way i want it to be. She asked me if she could come with an advise, and I said of cause, I love new input, but i hardly ever use them, but you can learn a lot from listening to others opinions. So she wrote how she would do it, and I kind of liked where she was going. But I would never use her idea, because I don´t want to write pink candyfloss poetry, there is way to much of roses are red anyway. There is nothing wrong with candyfloss poetry, it is just not for me ;)

her is the undone poem I showed her...

He slips her 100 for a taxi home

While he cut another

Checkmark in the bedpost

She turns out the red light

She dance with the pole

She believe she is an actress

But she is hardly madras

With the new stuff I am writing I want to show how I see the world. As a Danish rapper wrote in the beginning of one of his songs:

Jeg kunne synge dig de smukkeste

strofer, men behøver slet ikke / For

de lytter jo alligevel først når jeg

siger, smukke kvinder vil behandles

som pis

I could sing you the most beautiful

strophes, but do not need to / Because

they only listen when I

say, beautiful women want to be treated

like shit

L.O.C. - Liam O´Corner

To me this tiny part of a song, have a lot of meaning, in my opinion he is right. I could write a lot of beautiful poetry, but I don´t believe anyone would get my point at all. I have been writing beautiful stuff, and I learned it got misunderstood, and it is OK, since we all read things differently and gives it our own meaning, like I just did with Liam´s words here.

Sings In the Night

You sing in the night

The sweetest lullaby

You are the only one

Who can make me dance

Under the pale moon light

Death climbs the wall

Like flowers it hold on tight

We dance on the edge

With a gun in our mouth

I like to write a surreal. Something that provokes and can be slightly perverted, since I really wanna say, LOOK BEFORE IT IS TO LATE...

Forget the Future

Let us forget

What we did in the future

Come lay down beside me

Let us look at the sky

The brown sky

The sky the young ones

Tells their tales about

Tales from when they were old

Stories about a blue sky

Stars that shined so brightly

About green grass

Now the streets

Is covered in grey ashes

From all the wars

From the burning

The toxic rain falls

And the mist never seem to end

Like freaks we walk around

Let’s forget

What we did in the future

Lay down here in my arms

Let us talk about

What we want in the past

The Present

 The present spreads it´s legs for the future

And leaves the past behind

The blonde’s venomous lipstick

Leaves blood red rings

On phallus

Wet angels and lusting beast

Flutters from bed to bed

Spreading diseases

Careless

Never willing to take responsibility

Blame it on another they say

The present welcomes the future

While the past turns with a broken heart

When I read poetry I read: Michael Strunge, Edgar Allan Poe, L.O.C., Leonard Cohen etc...
I know I have a few musician on the list, but a song lyric is to me also poetry.

I guess what i am trying to say, it that I am not very good at sweet poetry, I want something with an edge, something that stands out from the rest. That really makes you think, I love outgoing lyrics/poetry that shows the way the author sees the world.
My mantra is: Those who think they are crazy enough to change the world, it the once that changes the world.

"Cyanide Sun"

Should've known how hard it is to stop tearing each other apart

Separating souls entwined with all these labyrinthine lies

I am dead to you, a shadow doomed

My love, forever in the dark

And of all untruths the truest is you

Too close to my heart

This emptiness I've made my home

Embracing memories of dreams long gone

One last caress from the corpse of love is all I want

Underneath the cyanide sun

We've sailed the seas of grief on a raft built with our tears

Looking for a way to disappear for a moment from our deepest fears

I'll be drowning you in this river of gloom

Forever in my heart

Ville Valo - HIM

And yes I just had to add a song by HIM, since Ville Valo is a damn brilliant poet, even though I from time to time, think his writings gets to sweet, but he have a way with words, that I just love.

The poetry collection I work on now, will be divided into small collections, all with their own little title, or this is how I think it will be now, but who knows how it ends? One thing I have learned by publishing my first collection Blue Lips/Acoustic Suicide, is that nothing will be as first planed, you just have to wait and see where it ends.
My working title on the new collection is: "Before it is too late" with the subtitles:

Flamboyant?

Arrogant?

Libertine?

Promiscuous?

Famous?

Neurotic?

Gothic?

Emotional?

Sentimental?

Infantile?

It will probably change along the way.
I want it to be, outgoing in your face, ugly, provoking, perverted and showing things as I see them.