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 The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread.  4
#12031863 - 02/15/10 03:40 AM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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I have gotten a go from one of the moderators to start the official "post your own poetry thread " , so this should be a sticky.
I love reading poems by amateurs as it seems to be free from literary criticism. I think all poems are good, and I love reading them.
In this thread, let's please be polite and sensitive to people's work. For some people , it takes a lot of courage to share their art. So, please be respectful.
I am hoping this can be a good thread for aspiring/casual poets to share their work with fellow psychedelic mates.
I will kick things off with a poem I wrote about a girl I once knew:
"This is a Sad Story"
and she deteriorated slowly, never heard from again
this was a sad story because all she needed was a friend
the isolation grew into infinity, and forgotten were the days of sunny smiles
now, her brain has worn out, from running endless self-conscious miles
the knight in shining armor never arrived
she was forgotten, and somewhere else he thrived
so she sat with her cats, her squirrels, her pigeons… living in the zoo in her head
people had cold, horrifying eyes
animals and jazz were her only friends
she could’ve been someone special, someone for the ages
there could’ve been stories written for hundreds of pages
she could’ve touched lives, if someone had touched her
in the end, she died not of old age, but because no one truly loved her
her story was never told
no one ever knew her name
there wasn’t much to tell
it was really a tearless shame.
especially since,
there are so many silent souls that are the same.
but, there is importance to every life,
because we can always learn
the lesson here is…
take control of the wheel, press on the gas,
close your eyes, and make the turn.
Edited by aghorrorag (02/15/10 04:40 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12034965 - 02/15/10 06:01 PM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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Where is the sticky?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12035048 - 02/15/10 06:14 PM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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i think the mods should probably wait to see if this takes off before it gets stuck to the top of the forum...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lukeboots]
#12035745 - 02/15/10 08:21 PM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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lukeboots said:
i think the mods should probably wait to see if this takes off before it gets stuck to the top of the forum...
the mod told me it would be a sticky, other wise i wouldn't have made "the official post your own poetry" thread.
i talked to a mod before... every couple weeks someone posts their poems, there should be once place where everyone can access the creative talent of the shrooomery
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12036318 - 02/15/10 09:56 PM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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We'll sticky threads on the fly if requested in the smaller forums.
If they don't take off in a month or two they are removed. 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rev. Morton]
#12036380 - 02/15/10 10:03 PM (3 years, 4 months ago) |
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Right on. 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] 2
#12051193 - 02/18/10 01:14 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Okay here is something I wrote. I like criticism so don't hold back if you have something useful to say about it. Though this is the first poem I have written without much of a rhyme scheme so yeah.
We are coming.
We are coming from our warrens
and we bring you hate and filth.
We are coming from our barrows
to throw you to your graves
We are coming with our gore
borne of fist and fury.
We are coming with our sickness
evolved from death and rage.
We are coming to your homes
and to the ground they'll raze.
We are coming to your weakness
your bones, your flesh, our plague.
We are coming for your children
to make of them our slaves.
We are coming for your women
who within we distill a fear
We are coming, us malefaceres
We are here.
Edited by paradox_ (02/18/10 09:51 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_] 2
#12051215 - 02/18/10 01:19 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Something More
Between each breath I think of you
And write another line or two
Finding words is hardly a chore
Wishing we were something more
Between each toke I think of you
Wondering how we could be less than two
From trembling lips fire burns the ground
And something more must be found
Between each drink I think of you
The kind of pain you put me through
The empty glass breaks on the floor
So I must reach for something more
Between each cut I think of you
The stupid shit you put me through
A blood-wet blade slips to the floor
And I need the help of something more
Between each chamber I think of you
With your Goddamn games I'm finally through
This one man roulette ends on the floor
Not now, not ever, to be something more
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase] 1
#12051224 - 02/18/10 01:21 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Stronger
These days are long
But these nights are longer
I grow wearier as each passes
But they all say I will be stronger
They think that this is normal
The average case of hopeless heartbreak
But they must not understand
The toll it can take
For if they did
Their attempts at comfort would cease
They would know such words give no aid
And only make pain increase
I do not need to be reminded
Of the life and love and loss
Like ones who would say “It will get better”
As Jesus hung limply on the Cross
So do not try to console me
With vain notions of ease
The milk and honey of the world
Cannot rival the black seas
In the raging pits of Hell
There can be no redemption
No light can pierce through
Once in the mind’s benthic region
When love’s heat has risen
All you can do is crawl
When you reach the edge of love’s world
All you can do is fall
At the end of love’s road
You can go forward no longer
When love’s muscles are torn
There is no being stronger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_]
#12051225 - 02/18/10 01:21 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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paradox_ said:
Okay here is something I wrote. I like criticism so don't hold back if you have something useful to say about it. Though this is the first poem I have written without much of a rhyme scheme so yeah.
We are coming.
We are coming from our warrens
and we bring you hate and filth.
We are coming from our barrows
to throw you to your graves
We are coming with our gore
borne of fist and fury.
We are coming with our sickness
evolved from death and rage.
We are coming to your homes
and to the ground they'll raze.
We are coming to your weakness
your bones, your flesh, our plague.
We are coming for your children
to make of them our slaves.
We are coming for your women
who within we will distill fear
We are coming, us malefaceres
We are here.
Personally I think there is something off with the end of the second to last paragraph. Too many syllables maybe?
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12051256 - 02/18/10 01:27 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Uwase said:
Something More
Between each breath I think of you
And write another line or two
Finding words is hardly a chore
Wishing we were something more
Between each toke I think of you
Wondering how we could be less than two
From trembling lips fire burns the ground
And something more must be found
Between each drink I think of you
The kind of pain you put me through
The empty glass breaks on the floor
So I must reach for something more
Between each cut I think of you
The stupid shit you put me through
A blood-wet blade slips to the floor
And I need the help of something more
Between each chamber I think of you
With your Goddamn games I'm finally through
This one man roulette ends on the floor
Not now, not ever, to be something more
Awesome, I really enjoyed it. My opinion is perhaps the one line that doesn't fit for me, "wondering how we could be less than two", i guess cause you ended with "two" in the second line of the first stanza, and then repeat it, unless you are doing to emphasize the theme of two. maybe in this second line you could try to incorparate a weed metaphor calling upon the "toke" in the line above.
either way, i really enjoyed it as is.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051284 - 02/18/10 01:32 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Yea... I try not to re-use words too much, but "two" seemed to stick out to me.. thought to be honest, I find the first stanza to be pretty "weak"... But I wasn't in a great state of mind when writing it, and I try to conserve "mental state" in things I write... So if I make an error or a certain play/emphasis on words, I keep it in there afterwords :/
Thanks for the support though 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051317 - 02/18/10 01:38 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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aghorrorag said:
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
It is strange, I had this notion than a warren was place some sort of animal would live. Like a den or something like that. It doesn't look like this is the case now that I have checked into it a bit.
Malefacere is one who does evil, or at least that is my understanding of it.
I edited that line.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12051335 - 02/18/10 01:41 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Uwase said:
Yea... I try not to re-use words too much, but "two" seemed to stick out to me.. thought to be honest, I find the first stanza to be pretty "weak"... But I wasn't in a great state of mind when writing it, and I try to conserve "mental state" in things I write... So if I make an error or a certain play/emphasis on words, I keep it in there afterwords :/
Thanks for the support though
I agree, a lot of the time, I keep my work as is.
I sent my book to a few editors, and just left most of my poems as is, but just wanted to tell you that i really enjoyed it, and could relate.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_]
#12051355 - 02/18/10 01:45 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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paradox_ said:
Quote:
aghorrorag said:
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
It is strange, I had this notion than a warren was place some sort of animal would live. Like a den or something like that. It doesn't look like this is the case now that I have checked into it a bit.
Malefacere is one who does evil, or at least that is my understanding of it.
I edited that line.
hmm, the way you edited it makes it less clear you are talking about the women, i would stick with what you first had, or try and come up with way so it isn't awkward.
I really enjoy the poem's ominous tone.
I looked up "warren" - a place where rabbits breed or abound.
gives the poem some interesting imagery.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051358 - 02/18/10 01:46 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Visions of the Afterworld: fireantsandmartingourds.blogspot.com
I wrote:
Quote:
I have
come
to be the
gambler
and the thief;
gambling at
tomorrow
and stealing all
my yesterdays.
I have
come
to be a
liar
and a prophet;
delivering
all the news
that never
was.
I have
come
to be the
sick
and the
poor;
licking up
the tonic water
for the drink
and the quinine.
I have
come
to be
the pusher
and the
priest; selling
just to buy
a way to
heaven.
I have
come
to be
the dog and
the horse;
nipping at my
own heels
to pull.
The more
I run
the
faster I die
and
the darker
the day
the brighter
the moon.
I have
come to
be the
gambler
and the
thief;
losing all my yesterdays
at a crooked game of
tomorrow.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Mchaggis]
#12051369 - 02/18/10 01:49 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Why I Cry
I cry because of the days we have
And the nights that are sure to follow
The way we always end up here
Every day and every tomorrow
I cry because we lie so still
Your head upon my chest
The way you look as your lips come closer
And we breathe each other’s breath
I cry because of the love we make
All the nights we touch the sky
The way the hours unnoticeably pass by
When on the wings of love we fly
I cry because of the life we share
The way this one has been made from two
I cry because I love you
And because you love me too
---Then it switches up, past-tense changing the whole poem---
I cry because of the days we had
And the nights that were sure to follow
The way we always ended up here
Every day and every tomorrow
I cry because we lied so still
Your head upon my chest
The way you looked as your lips came closer
And we breathed each other’s breath
I cry because of the love we made
All the nights we touched the sky
The way the hours unnoticeably passed by
When on the wings of love we did fly
I cry because of the life we shared
The way that one had been made from two
I cry because I loved you
And because you loved me too
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12067661 - 02/20/10 10:17 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Warmth In Hand.
I.
as i sit,
warmth in hand.
i embark,
upon this tree.
day transmutation,
into artificial lights.
darkness envelops
the different shades of night.
i forecast my shadows,
upon the arctic tundra,
green patches of sustenance are reborn
the geese incubate their eggs,
ever watchful of the fox
II.
as i sit,
with unholy lead in hand,
i open my sacral roots
hoping for a bird to understand
observing the bees of day
buzzing above and around red nectar
one unfurls on the pavement,
a testament to the global motif.
the plastic winds howl,
as the wolf lifts its head upwards towards the stars,
sniffing the platinum skies.
III.
i know not of future milieu
only the atmosphere may bellow,
quietly quickening,
may geese migrate towards the moon
and to my wayward fellow,
i pray for lightning,
so clouds may spark a fire ablaze,
in the forests fostering your fervor.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12071339 - 02/21/10 04:32 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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See something beautiful, flawless, exquisite
Admire its contours and caress the curves
Be filled with delight and yearn to be with it
Buy, worship, wonder. Give what it deserves
Writhe in the ecstasy of its sensation
Be savvy to its method of creation
Love it.
Now break it.
Rend the pieces and make them useless
Provide no quarter, teach it of ruthless
Crush, crucify, kill and crave the carnage
Disfigure 'till defection and make it your bitch
Mar the perfection with axe tar or sledge
Hate its soul veraciously and denounce it a witch
Endear, revere then discard in a ditch
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CtK]
#12071358 - 02/21/10 04:34 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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sickscared terranian slaves imprisoned within their own free decisions.
make their way upon elevated ties upon sterile concrete incisions
pushing through fulminating fogs during a droll predawn dreamstate
opposing platforms await their turns and the unlucky exude hate
functionally lit tubes trundle with their uncomfortable jerks
ghost engineers steer without choice; mere grimacing clerks
oh dismal day of low lugubrious light. when will you descend?
rise to us soon luminous night. on you we too depend.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CtK]
#12072643 - 02/21/10 07:56 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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CtK said:
sickscared terranian slaves imprisoned within their own free decisions.
make their way upon elevated ties upon sterile concrete incisions
pushing through fulminating fogs during a droll predawn dreamstate
opposing platforms await their turns and the unlucky exude hate
functionally lit tubes trundle with their uncomfortable jerks
ghost engineers steer without choice; mere grimacing clerks
oh dismal day of low lugubrious light. when will you descend?
rise to us soon luminous night. on you we too depend.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12081662 - 02/23/10 05:29 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Let me clarify your coloured skies,
and paint them black and white.
Give thy hand unto mine,
and dive deep unto the abysmal paradise..
In vain, we take no beauty.
In-sanity, there is no shame;
For we fly amongst the caverns,
of love, hate, and lame, for what?
…
Prosperity never thrives; whistles never sing
..(But although to dark to be un-heard),
Yet boldly doth ye stride amongst the caravan
..(heart, body, mind, and soul),
Dreaming for thy day of judgment;
For Sol doeth light | Luna, the night.
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#12083735 - 02/23/10 04:33 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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great idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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it lasted a million years and only a second.....
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jeffbreir]
#12090915 - 02/24/10 08:38 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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this is the first poem i've written since elementary school.
Poem for english class
by _____ _____
When given the choice i couldn’t buy in;
as appealing as the comforts sound,
everything i hear sounds like self-deceit;
too many hypocrites and too many conflicting stories
to become another sheep.
The path i started one new years eve
brings mystic tales and a renewed hope i might take the leap
and see beyond me
to my self.
i think i can,
but that’s the problem.
Now that i have these tales in mind,
perceived negating juxtapositions fade
to reveal the one tale, retold.
Now that i have this end in mind,
the question arises of the means.
As i yearn for unification, i can’t conceal the call of the cubes
but the stigma imposed compels me
to pass up all but ideal opportunities –
too few and far between.
So i sit with the trees or in the dark
and try to remain Present, but i remain
and try to turn my head to get a glimpse of the source of the shadows
dancing on my wall, my world
and try to shine a light on my shadow to discover what resides
and what it hides
and try to surrender personas and thought patterns
to recognize the ubiquitous transpersonal divine
but satori proves elusive… so far.
Modern appeals to so-called “higher” functions refute
archaic understandings and eternal truths.
As this new pervasive internal acceptance surfaces
and i find myself exploring new and old perspectives,
i’m impelled to seek guidance from those who came before.
But who might now the best path for me?
do i seek gurus and yogis? do i seek the Learys and Mckennas?
do i seek shamen and medicine men? do i seek those i denied those years ago?
or do i dare not ask and seek my own path?
“I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.”
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this is the second.
The Poem Without a Title
This poem
has a title;
giggles.
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My words, too, are only an echo; but there is no reason why I should not repeat what I have heard. 
-Socrates Let the rabbits wear glasses!
 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: zombi]
#12105391 - 02/27/10 12:44 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Lackluster Sleep
I.
In the late hours of the night, I feel no need to sleep, Phore
In the late ours of the night, the spiders of my soul
Doth Creep.
In the late hours of the night, the brown hooting owl swoops down,
From Above;
The Stars are like Doves, and The Full Moon is awake
Yet makes no shining sounds
On the thought of lackluster sleep, I lie awake in a cozy quintessence
In the sallow light, damask skins become lambent iridescent
The Stars are Awake, The Moon is an Omni-Present
And in its nurture, quite luminescent, thoughts become reminiscent
II.
In the early ours of morn’, where the mendicant moseys forlorn,
Men of honour, prepare to labour, men of coffee, who peruse
The Morning Paper
Men of honour, prepare for the battles of the day
The Firing of Guns, The Sounding of Horns
While men like me
Squander their utility away
The thought of lack of lust, as my brittle bones depreciate, I appreciate
The Wind, A subtle gust, and the puff of a cigarette
I hope my essence lives on, when I turn to dust
III.
In the early hours of morn’, I ought to catch a Wink
Perhaps to rest . in . peace
But still the spiders of my soul doth creep
Crawling, taking slow, vertebrae steps, Downward,
My Spine, my mouth tastes of brine
And still the violet nightingale is perched on the wooden vine
And still, in the battle of evermore, I cease to think
IV.
After the thought of lackluster sleep, in the heavens, where the angels keep
all of your dreams, where God counts his sheep, on thoughts of your dreams
I pray for more than sleep, I pray for her dreams
In the heavens, where angels beam, like stars, and God is a timepiece, like the moon
And in the boiling soup of my anticipation, I no longer see
the Dark Side of the Spoon, I only see the bright side of the Loons
And pray for those with lackluster dreams
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
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ive tried to let some of my guards down as of lately. I cried myself to sleep last night, but it wasnt out of sympathy. I truly want to change and move on with life. Make a new life with some friends that will actually care about me and my problems. Just atleast one friend that will always be calling me from states away , writing a stupid letter about their favorite cartoon, or just the smallest thing to make me believe im alive.
just the other day i was out with an old friend I havent seen in years. Things were awkward yet so comfortable. He knew me and I knew him. We just knew each other. You're Ben from highschool. We met in driving ed class! THan he would just have the same memories and thoughts/. None of that fake and obvious acknowledgment of a time in our shitty life's. I dont need your hand outs to feel alright with my self,,I hope you know I do have some diginity held away for the times its really needed.
Ben turned out to be one of my best friends ill ever make. Before moving to this city, I had a few really good friends, but i just visited them. But everyone started moving. My best friend ever moved and he turned more into a old memory. and so on. I stuck around though with the same group of friends. they sold weed. took extacy and shrooms, snorted coke . swallowed pills of every color,,,
and I wasn't in that whole loop myself as of yet atleast .drugs was a big part of our pass time. "hey I just got some extacy, im rolling my ass off tonight"
and I always be tripping my ass either off cough syrup or a handful of pills and beer with weed.
but we separated slowly and I never really knew who to call a friend anymore.And So I Watch You From A far ... Boredom took over days.its on those off days where the anxiety levels are off the charts, and start treating my self to klonopins and ativans like Mn Ms. Pacing around the halls and pretty much all and any place im at. Its as if I just cant get comfortable with my skin, That one person that I should be comfortable and confidant with. There are times when its just me. The guys are at the bar , im drinking my drink and conversing like nothing in the world will happen. Time fly's by like it never existed and well being is just radiating the area over our fogged intoxicated brains. Smokey and foggy skulls, just listening to the jukebox.
We always would find some women that would be nice to talk to for the night. Some hot dark haired girl will walk in with a man and two other girls. Now you never know which girl is with the guy or if any is! So I guess thats where the fun comes from and we go for any girl we can regardless of the cock block 4 inches to my left.
Most nights wed get a few numbers, but we would be so drunk and stumbling just to find our keys, the last thing on our minds (atleast short term memory could remember) was women. We always made it home drinking and abiding in any other illicit substance lying around our eye sight. Cannabis smoke was the theme of the night, as every other minute passed someone exhaled a exhilarating puff of magical mesmerizing smoke out their mouths. As our red eyed twirling heads lean back with tvs on, showing some stupid obscure documentary, whatever, and some good ass tunes would accompany.
Beer after beer and smoke after smoke. led to snort and snort, find, find, smoke..ect...but for the most part we all were good friends. No one got out of hands in front of our eyes. What they did in their own private area in their own time, well wasnt a fucking concern. Not that there wasnt times we knew things were up and and we generally just hoped they didnt get too carried away.
Ben moved away after highschool. I always told myself that I should have just moved right out, but for some reason I stayed. Staying in a small town like this can either propell your ass out as fast as possible or just get your ass stuck in the depressing mud and you just cant seem to get the fuck out. Friend after friend would move away, as I stayed around and fucked around smoking weed and getting fucked up every weekened. I shouldn't care right??? I can do it next semester , was the thoughts I always had..
was called My Stoned Thoughts....(this is a made up story...) sorry for bad grammer! was using notepad.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#12149296 - 03/05/10 05:13 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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An Ode to my Mistress Mary
Mary, you are so beautiful,
sticky, dense and green.
You help me through the rough times,
when life is down right mean.
I never have a bad day,
when I have you inside of me.
I wish the fuckin ATF
could just open their eyes and see.
Just how good you do the world,
and keep us all pain free.
You're my mistress, so damn sexy,
it's almost polygamy.
I'll dress you up in white,
and smoke you till your gone.
then I'll idly sit and watch the clouds,
and let time leisurly pass on.
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I'm with you fellers...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: oldschoolfarmer]
#12150371 - 03/05/10 09:01 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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I have a couple poems that i've made :3
I dont have a name for this one
Tear down the walls
Expose the flaws.
Feel no shame.
We are the same.
Open your eyes.
Expose the lies.
Reveal the past
It wont last.
Have no fear.
Shed a tear.
Learn to feel.
Try to heal.
It will improve.
Get with the groove.
Lost
Lost in the depths of my mind
Searching for something I cannot find.
Some days I find I am simply not here.
Many questions are unanswered by fear.
Drifting into a deep sadness.
I am overwhelmed with madness.
Cosmos
I regard the cosmos.
Searching for answers unfound.
Lost in time.
Who am I?
Twinkling heaven in the night sky
Please accompany me in this perilous night.
For I am lost, and for I am weary.
Please guide me towards your light.
And I will bare my soul to you.
Believe, for I am true.
As I am lost without you.
I regard the cosmos.
And my favorite
Rebirth
I feel like I'm not welcome here.
They re-assure me i have nothing to fear.
Outwards spiraling into a new dimension.
I am filled with apprehension.
An expedition of the mind.
Memories I never wanted to find.
Coming to life once again.
Face down in the dirt
Sheltering away the hurt.
Looking at the world with broken eyes.
Seeks truth within the night skies.
Not understanding why he is forsaken.
His father's words of rejection taken.
Growing up with these words imprinted.
Is this over, I can't take this anymore.
A struggle in my head, a frightening war.
Please.... No more.
Pinned to the floor, he lies.
A little more inside, he dies.
Torn clothes, a confused child.
Through the pain, he smiled.
Any attention is better than none.
Although he wishes it was more fun.
Bruises and scars he's not at fault.
Stop! I can't relive it, please...
I cannot keep watching these!
Please.... No more.
"It'll be okay", she whispered gently.
Things will turn out differently..
Reassuring that he will be alright.
He lays on his back, quivering in fright.
Cancer tearing away at the inside.
Together they sat there and cried.
"Thing's can only get better" She cried.
Why are you doing this to me?
This is not what I want to see!
I don't want this anymore!
Alone, wasting away in a drug haze.
Nothing anyone can say will phase.
Wishing he no longer had to face life.
He cuts his mind up with a mental knife.
"I'm worthless, I'm better off dead!"
All of his wounds, profusely bled.
His broken spirit, seeking something more real.
Is this what you want, you have me in tears!
You promised me I would have no fears!
Get me out of this now!
The walls he built begin to fall.
He begins to learn to accept it all.
Nothing will change what's in the past.
Though, the memories will always last.
Live life strong, nothing will change.
Deep memories that always exchange.
In hopes of getting peace of mind.
Slowly spiraling back into reality.
I have grown into a man, a new mentality.
Memories, I was to scared to remember..
Burn slowly within my mind like a small ember.
Finally able to stop dwelling, I have moved on.
My fears slowly evaporate, and are now gone.
I have come back to life.
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I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love. of truth. of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are one.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HappyTrippin]
#12161143 - 03/07/10 10:31 PM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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It's nowhere as cool as ya'lls are, but I suppose it's somewhat decent. I was inspired by a dream I had that is similar to this, but I changed it some.
You may criticise.
Blood spews from this creatures slit throat,
Releasing the putrid stench of decayed flesh.
Tangled in rotating razor wire that tears through its mutilated body.
It attempts to speak, but only murmurs fall from its collapsed jaws.
Insects crawl under its bruising skin,
falling from open sores.
I can barely hear it with sound of scrapping metal, screeching,
And the creature gurgleing on its own blood.
The ground forms a large crack
And naked, helpless beings are bestowed before this grotesque, blight creature
Moaning, & pleading.
The creature then quickly throws upon them its rusted razor wire
Around their throat, & limbs,
Slowly compressing
Shredding the flesh & dismembering their limbs.
Blood, & flesh are thrown
And the mutilated corpses fall to Earth
Quickly decaying, leaving only the stench of death
And a large red stain.
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Alice: "Would you tell me, please, wich way I ought to go from here?"
The Chesire Cat: "That depends a good deal on where you want go."
Alice: "I don't much care where."
The Chesire Cat: "Then it doesn't much matter wich way you go."
Alice: "...So long as I get somewhere."
The Chesire Cat: "Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough."
- Lewis Carrol; Alice in Wonderland
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cjesseg]
#12163148 - 03/08/10 08:58 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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Hoe moet ik liefde beschrijven wat moet ik toch schrijven
gedachten door je hoofd die je maar niet kan verdrijven
een gevoel in je buik, een warme tinteling over je lichaam
Je voelt je blij, je bent in extase, gelukkig ben je te saam
Je kan verdwalen in haar ogen en word er zo in gezogen
Beloven, ik houd van je, je moet me maar geloven
Je voelt alle pijn in je verdoven en komt alles te boven
Zonder glimlach sta je niet meer op en je wilt ook geen stop
Gedwee luister je als ze vraagt ga je met me mee
Alles is goed, bij haar zijn is altijd een prachtidee
je ruikt, je voelt, je hoort en je ziet haar en meer wil je niet
Alles beschrijven is zelfs niet besteed aan het mooiste lied
Je stopt niet met nadenken
wilt haar nooit een haar krenken
Als een bij ga je op de zoete geur af
je voelt haar altijd wenken
 love.
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Speak freely of my shortcomings and flaws
i'd rather learn than grasping at straws!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Beanhead]
#12180577 - 03/11/10 12:34 AM (3 years, 3 months ago) |
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There before me lay in ruin
There before me lay in rain
Chaos wrought the question
Silence spoke the name.
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Spectaculorum procedere debet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sprezzatura]
#12261087 - 03/24/10 10:49 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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I too write some poetry sometimes. But they are in my native language, so I have to translate:
Red curtains
Die!
My stomach is full
In my immortal state,
evolution is awakening,
culmination of life
is taking place,
all is culminating
into thick soup,
that I will eat,
and I wish myself:
Bon appetit!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12282406 - 03/27/10 02:02 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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I wrote this listening to Eyes in the Dark by Nox Arcana
Take this gift, & forever be a drift
Upon the clouds, in the night-time sky.
Take this now, & forever vow,
To be my mistressess.
Here, drink this.
You'll know love, like you've never before!
Refuse, & you'll be never-more!
Drink, you'll be The Eyes in the Dark.
Sucks, but whatever.
Here's another one listening to Night Wraiths by Nox Arcana.
Come to me, my pretty flower.
Let us be one, in our final hour.
Sweet as honey, beautiful as the sky.
We can't help but wonder "why?"
We lived this far, & now we must die?
Hand-in-hand we walk our way
Down the path of the Night Wraiths.
Nox Arcana is "dark-gothic-chamber" music, I guess you can say.
They're a bit repetitive, but they're still cool.
There's another band just like them,
Just maybe a bit more advanced sounding.
Midnight Syndicate.
Search 'em on Youtube if you want.
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Alice: "Would you tell me, please, wich way I ought to go from here?"
The Chesire Cat: "That depends a good deal on where you want go."
Alice: "I don't much care where."
The Chesire Cat: "Then it doesn't much matter wich way you go."
Alice: "...So long as I get somewhere."
The Chesire Cat: "Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough."
- Lewis Carrol; Alice in Wonderland
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12282673 - 03/27/10 02:42 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Jeffrey's an Aye-aye
A kind of rat like primate
Struts his stuff at night
He is talented
Also a snappy dresser
Does not like to loose
Most primates are dumb
Mind you a few humans aren't
But thats not the point
Jeffrey is très smart
He constructed a worm hole
Then he jumped through it
I hope he comes back
Though wherever he is now
I'm sure he is fine
I miss our chess games
His middle fingers less so
They were a bit strange.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Squidface]
#12285112 - 03/27/10 10:45 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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i wrote this one about my boyfriend:
The sense of danger
Pushing down the tongue
To keep the herbs
From escaping
From their rightful place
Past forbidden
Loss of days
Mutual losses
Opposite ways
Claims to my soul
Before I could know
I knew you
For you
Through you
Into you
Under you
Lost amongst your pleasures
My sins
No regrets
I thirst
Pounding blood
Our veins expand
Clairvoyant eyes
A 3rd we’ve acquired
Through passionate quanders
Loosing ouselves
Skin 2 skin
Raw
With your key
Come open your Eve
On the eve of our arrival
Such penetrating blue eyes
Overflowing over the rim
Dripping down
Following the bead
As if tracing your lines
Falls to the floor
I fall to my knees
Dedication
Appreciation
Fornication
Etched in flesh
Lined in ink
Another talent those hands know well
Laced with traces of myself
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12286483 - 03/28/10 09:38 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Made a little something last night.. well, more so this morning around 2 am x_x
Blindside Warning Bell
A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind; the self destructive metaphor sung truth, though your ears were too clouded by your own beautiful, yet detrimental actions, that ultimately brought upon your own downfall. All the songs in the skies couldn’t have saved you, in fact they dug your grave. You cried as well as I; being lost was never ours to share in serenity. Despite warning you continued; graced with despair, burdened with love, though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek to fill the empty pool of heart and soul with spikes and bones in masquerade.. You are free now, pride and chaos reign within The Temple of The Sacred BrokenHeart.
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12287846 - 03/28/10 03:39 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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THOUGHTS IN BLUE AND RED
Blue drowns the globe with her gaze
Not like tears, but with disappointment
She quoted validity that is constantly questioned
Warned
Carried on like a soilder
Spit in your face, and on your image
They tried burning Red
After she gained the old wolverines consideration
Perceptions differ
She had a garden
Growing like roses the shade of her pseudonym
Rubricizing the nations
Together they formed an alliance
Showed us one and one
A purple rumination
© 2010
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: ATWAforLIFE]
#12287858 - 03/28/10 03:41 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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BORN UNDERGROUND
Born underground
I never knew the surface until I saw the light
There is a society under this world
We were born of superstition
Thought of as tales to scare the children
© 2010
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12297934 - 03/30/10 11:04 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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i sink lightly into sudden seas
our minds freeze thrown from miner's trees
and sometimes i feel queazy from crumbs
dropping from the mouths of stapled thumb
we are the ones who run from words while the world runs from guns
can we come to a middle ground
i swear i found one over there by the sounds of the sick where the air is thick with care
we owe everything we have to care and care only
how long can the air care about us
longer the air cares about the dust it sits on?
i hope our metal wings rust and leave us with feet because our wings beat the ground we so luckily found to our liking while we were hitchhiking around
basking in nouns and verbs dictating what we deserve
but who really needs what they deserve
need is nothing in the eyes of words
eyes lined up like herds of sheep so when the weep they sweep away need and sleep under the sky they feed on
lets make love neath the weeds but leave our beads on
from them i hear the tickling rain's fading song
staining the dying dry fiery pond
before its gone id like to swim in singularity
invariably dividing into tides while widening eyes decide not to let things hide from them
their wings lied to them
they were tied to them with bloody vines
its funny how you find yourself in such positions
the decision to wake up and start making decisions lies with you and you alone
because loneliness spawns conclusions
yawns in the face of your intentions
extends in the face of interventions
as we mend the tender traces of our inventions
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cjesseg
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sirbojangles]
#12301338 - 03/30/10 08:55 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Walking through the Forest of Fears.
Where no one can hear you yell.
This place will brings you tears.
And to the gates of Hell.
Followed by demons,
Haunted by ghouls.
Not one brave soul would enter,
Only fools.
You'd find instruments of torture,
Intsruments of pain.
Lost souls who thought it a game,
Sought it for fame.
They'll take you, & break you.
Only to make you fall to your knees.
They'll jab you, & stab you,
& do as they please.
Laughing, & stealing,
They're there for killing.
If you enter, tlightly tread.
If you're caught,
You're most likely dead.
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Alice: "Would you tell me, please, wich way I ought to go from here?"
The Chesire Cat: "That depends a good deal on where you want go."
Alice: "I don't much care where."
The Chesire Cat: "Then it doesn't much matter wich way you go."
Alice: "...So long as I get somewhere."
The Chesire Cat: "Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough."
- Lewis Carrol; Alice in Wonderland
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Doe Eyed
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12314469 - 04/01/10 10:28 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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i really like your poem hajnal
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12319421 - 04/02/10 08:01 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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wrote this just now... its an idea ive kinda had for a while now
about a church whose congregation has their faith shattered (by an abusing pastor) and is left with nothing to live for (without a god)
and how we need to live life without the use of chaining ourselves down
making ourselves feel comfortable with shaky ideas
just because we fear the universe being greater than ourselves; humanity
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The Pulpit
Amidst the congregation
a murmur reached
all the farther
each passing minute
their Father neglected
the pulpit
Questions arose
answered with accusations
of blasphemy
as their faith
stood shaking behind
the pulpit
He was drunk
as the child cried
and the people rose
but no one to
the pulpit
A shattered faith
leaves nothing left;
to live for
nothing would
be a tragedy
if your only answer
need be represented at
a pulpit
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#12322304 - 04/03/10 10:56 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Hajnal
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
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I'll only allow this as being a viable post if you were extremely intoxicated. yesno?
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12326825 - 04/04/10 02:13 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Thank you  May I ask what it is that hits you? It's hard to to get an outside perspective sometimes, or what it means to you?
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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Simms
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#12327665 - 04/04/10 09:56 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Hajnal said:
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I'll only allow this as being a viable post if you were extremely intoxicated. yesno?
No, I was not toxicated. This is a form of poetry.
It means nothing. But patterns can be viewed as a form of poetry, therefore poetry can be seen in things, numbers, etc. There are actually books filled with this kind of poetry.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12327688 - 04/04/10 10:04 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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Actually, I'll accept that answer as well, and agree with you. I hadn't even thought of that last night, hah. In fact I could go on for days on how true that is.. Synaesthesia is love <3
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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 Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12337393 - 04/05/10 08:09 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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hajnal-this is the poem that i really liked:
Blindside Warning Bell
A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind; the self destructive metaphor sung truth, though your ears were too clouded by your own beautiful, yet detrimental actions, that ultimately brought upon your own downfall. All the songs in the skies couldn’t have saved you, in fact they dug your grave. You cried as well as I; being lost was never ours to share in serenity. Despite warning you continued; graced with despair, burdened with love, though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek to fill the empty pool of heart and soul with spikes and bones in masquerade.. You are free now, pride and chaos reign within The Temple of The Sacred BrokenHeart.
by hajnal
i love your language in your poem
like here: "though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek"
you don't stick to complete sentences or standard sentence/gramatical structure
i love the topic of this too-its something i can imagine and feel and even relate to in certain ways
you also started it off really strong: "A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind"
i think thats beautiful
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Hajnal
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12342917 - 04/06/10 05:04 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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If you're interested, I sent a PM somewhat regarding the topic; I don't want to derail the thread any more than I have haha.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12356597 - 04/08/10 07:00 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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"Pink Dandelion"
Utter disconnection
reality was of course known to be pointless
but this other consciousness which showed promise
seems to be but an illusion
so many troubled young minds
confused and alone only further outcasting potential comradery
is it selfish to consider a dandelion for a rose
if the dandelion is a shade of red
in a sea of yellow
or does its very nature prohibit higher thought
its simply bleeding and bleeding
but this is nothing extraordinary
nothing that would amuse the sun
nothing that would stir a number two pencil
just a flower aware of its singularity
unable to change its exterior
changing slightly to pink
soon to be a blank sheet of paper
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Calvin]
#12386552 - 04/13/10 06:52 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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ha...do not keep a lot of your poems and writings on computer ....
theyll crash and lose it allha.
i learned..pen and paper always ha
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#12388647 - 04/13/10 11:50 PM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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1. That's what the internet is for
2. Boards of Canada are the shit. Geogaddi is still one of the best albums for taking a journey through. I haven't experimented using it with anything other than DXM though.
3. I don't know what everyone's definition of poetry is, but this fits in my own definition.
Love's Enigma
This war is far from over I hope you know; I can feel you and your soul without you even by my side.
...
That never changed.
My emotions are tied with yours; our emotional fluctuations are synchronized, our universes became intertwined that fateful day when our eyes met for the first time. We're apart of a vivid story called reality; a story that throws us chaos and despair at any given opportune moment, though that is only because we chose to side with the darkness.
Why?
We have our reasons; though the situation may be different our goals were the same. Prosperity. We've become demons of our own worlds.. but we love every fucking second of it. Sadly, over time we discovered that insanity and knowledge, despite being everything we learned to love, would be our downfall as much as we would like to have thought otherwise.
Now we are trapped in a world of information and our third eye prominent. We just want to be happy. We just want to love. We just want to be; be the way we were meant to be.
..But, in order for a demon to become humble once again, they must be destroyed at the very core and lose absolutely everything they could ever hope to gain from their life. But when one is broken at their very core, what is left but a void? Life becomes a wild card, and is what the perceiver makes of it. The demon can either revel in his or her pain and sink to the depths of existence and descend into the depths of insanity, knowledge, chaos, and apathy, or ascend into the light and learn to love again through sanity, knowledge, unity, and empathy. Words cannot describe how tempting and alluring the depths of insanity can be at this point in time, but I have not given up hope.
I would be a liar if I were to say that hope was not lost from time to time, but such things are natural when walking down such a path of life. I have faith that my reality will not turn out to be a tragedy, nor will her own. Love is a powerful energy, for even when entangled in the darkness, it does nothing but grow, grow, and grow; whether it be in the form of pleasure, pain, sorrow, joy.. it does nothing but keep us wanting more. I love you. I know you're reading this, and whatever stage you're at, I have faith that in the end our ends will meet, and we will become those perfect circles entwined, just as we first believed.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12401676 - 04/16/10 03:39 AM (3 years, 2 months ago) |
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I just did this literally 20 seconds ago and I thought it was pretty neat.. I literally started off with one word and wrote down the first word that popped into my mind relating to that word, then the next word relating to the previous word and so on and so forth.. this is what I came up with in roughly 30 seconds. I thought it was pretty interesting..
" life death pain hate sadness happiness sorrow flowing wildly freely splashing across borders of consciousness breathing laughing living meaning everything intertwined.. rotating spinning madly yet cautiously step step weave a carpet out of tears and fears fight the rain drain the mind build anew stray away come hither.. constructive chaos."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12478159 - 04/29/10 05:03 PM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Here's one I wrote... its a little random and quite long but whatever:
once on a yellow piece of paper,
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog.
and that's what it was about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on he door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year father tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and let them sing on the bus
that was the year his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of x's
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
and his father always tucked him in at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem called "autumn"
because that was the name of the season
snd that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that father tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in at night
and got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
called "innocence; a question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what is was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
becaue he never showed her
that was the year that father tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of apostle's creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three a.m he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "absolutely nothing"
becaue that's what it was really about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on that bathroom door
because he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen
Woob woob
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dillweed4]
#12492182 - 05/02/10 05:26 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Sex.
The act which fills the world with kin.
Money.
That which makes this world spin.
Power.
Greatly increased after a bottle of gin.
Thank you, thank you. I was high as fuck when I wrote this. High on what is for me to know and you to find out!
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Opiate free since 6/22/11 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Legalize]
#12500796 - 05/03/10 08:34 PM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Dilweed, dude- 
I loved it though. Don't stop
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12501000 - 05/03/10 09:07 PM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Memories
Just as what a good long survey of the sun can do,
They're blotched with opaque bubbles of red and blue.
They've been written; they've been spoken, yet fluid and elude
A longing for a permanence, practical and true.
Knocked Up
You shall reap what you sow.
But you know he ain't a gardener,
He just plays with the hose.
But for 9 months he pardons her,
For in 9 months he knows-
By birth of his own daughter,
He's turned bottles into bones.
EDIT: I'm a perfectionist, had some spelling and syntax errors.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12509210 - 05/05/10 08:30 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
auxiliary said:
Dilweed, dude-
I loved it though. Don't stop
Next time I can be bothered I will write up another of my poems
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dillweed4]
#12522013 - 05/07/10 02:31 PM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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First post! Here's one of my 'surrealist' rants/prose.
The sky is clear, so eyes got to be cloudy.
Columbine was the result of mind control. I licked her clitoris in sync with the flickering candle. Larva fall from the ceiling. Subcutaneous spiders weave a second flesh. Thoughts swirl like the iridescent gasoline in sidewalk puddles. I saw the patterns of the universe unfold in a six car pile up on highway eleven. Sometimes I think getting nausea is the only time I am aware of my stomach. The bed is vacant, her absence is vital to sustaining my particular pulse. Decomposing frogs molested by fibrous tendrils. Stick figures claim the territory formally known as my liver. In the mirror, I notice my throat has been replaced by a black void.
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Quote:
Orgoneaccumulator said:
First post! Here's one of my 'surrealist' rants/prose.
The sky is clear, so eyes got to be cloudy.
Columbine was the result of mind control. I licked her clitoris in sync with the flickering candle. Larva fall from the ceiling. Subcutaneous spiders weave a second flesh. Thoughts swirl like the iridescent gasoline in sidewalk puddles. I saw the patterns of the universe unfold in a six car pile up on highway eleven. Sometimes I think getting nausea is the only time I am aware of my stomach. The bed is vacant, her absence is vital to sustaining my particular pulse. Decomposing frogs molested by fibrous tendrils. Stick figures claim the territory formally known as my liver. In the mirror, I notice my throat has been replaced by a black void.
Holy shit dude.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12531997 - 05/09/10 04:02 PM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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here come snoopy
gunna smell your poopy
watch your step
or he'll bite your neck
Anti-intellectual poetry where it's at.
Edited by Sci-Fi (05/09/10 04:20 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sci-Fi]
#12540412 - 05/11/10 12:14 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Vast oceans
A deep blue myth
Reflecting the Celestial Swirl
Rippling the moon and reversing the constellations
Currents pulling comets
The romance of mass and gravity perpetuates itself
As the atmosphere and the moisture polarize each other
So the colors are always changing
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mathias]
#12540447 - 05/11/10 12:20 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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I will be lightning
Within this realm of dreams
Some stranger invents
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mathias]
#12541669 - 05/11/10 08:21 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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Right so here is another one which I have decided to share:
'Black Hole'
When there is a single thought that just keeps going round,
that draws all others in to it, then this rumination's bound
to form a singularity.
Others gravitate to the weight of this single thought
unable to escape despite knowing that they ought
to flee the singularity.
In spectacular collision two spiralling thoughts may create
a rare and fleeting fancy that might just avoid a fate
within the singularity.
It ascends. It aspires. It struggles against the pull.
To which it eventually succumbs. The all powerful
and consuming singularity.
Leaving just a single thought going round and round
bending all lighter thoughts to itself in a way that's bound
to perpetuate the singularity.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12589651 - 05/19/10 01:34 AM (3 years, 1 month ago) |
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I wrote this some years ago after a very nice LSD trip:
LSD
Open your mind on LSD,
And see,
Your fantasy's reality!
In endless beauty,
Forever free,
Discovering infinity!
Feeling the love, the ecstasy,
The harmony of unity
Of skies society!
We are the stars -
So shall it be!
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They walk upright, have a twinkle in the eyes and a smile on the lips.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: oversyn]
#12617563 - 05/24/10 01:52 AM (3 years, 27 days ago) |
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1 gram, 2 gram, 3 point 5.
makes me a man...with an eagles eyes.
one more cap gives me eagles wings.
add an eighth to that and my ego dies.
that's a QUARTER down now he's both sides of the coin.
money talks, and Geo(George wash,)speaks no lies.
holding up the Left wing for my equal rights.
and to be precise..just legalize..
1 gram, 2 gram, get with the program.
how you gunna throw me in prison because I grow plants?
I'm a grown man! Fuck a Big Brother!
I can cross the street on my own,,I don't need to hold hands!
a love life is novelty and I don't need the romance,
bust a move and a nut..fuck a slow dance!
OK, I got a broke heart...it ain't so bad,
I got a Case of the BLUES...Ill eat a whole bag!!!
Edited by milkman4d4 (05/29/10 04:26 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12636804 - 05/27/10 09:23 AM (3 years, 24 days ago) |
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Everything
Nothing
They weigh the same.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12640747 - 05/27/10 09:02 PM (3 years, 24 days ago) |
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Patiently waiting, Patiently hating
fastings bland,
Hungy for a tacos.
Fuck blind dating, I miss mating
scratch that,
make them fish tacos.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777] 2
#12644006 - 05/28/10 10:18 AM (3 years, 23 days ago) |
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I AM A TREE
GEOMETRY
Face to face with nature
I'd like to get to meet her.
chewing on some paper
size of a centimeter.
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I FEEL!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12644013 - 05/28/10 10:21 AM (3 years, 23 days ago) |
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Quote:
milkman4d4 said:
1 gram, 2 gram, 3 point 5.
makes me a man...with an eagles eyes.....
this whole poem is really cool. It would roll of the tongue better if you wrote the whole thing in some kind of meter.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DigDagDeg] 1
#12650982 - 05/29/10 04:29 PM (3 years, 22 days ago) |
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thank you!!! its more of a rap than a poem...it picks up and slows down at parts..but I agree it could flow a bit smoother
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12679220 - 06/03/10 04:47 PM (3 years, 17 days ago) |
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here's one... no name though
turniquet ties binding
an institutionalized grip
hands around encompassing
flesh and fluid filled
biways receeding
pipebomb dreams greeting
and life's blood sowing
seeds and creeds
unfurling green and
black creepers the need
to flee to burn shit
nesecity to do things
create a change
affect things
intraveneously
no curse a release
the ability to be free
and think clearly
you and me baby
together and separate
either way completely
you are the other side of me
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: panscrutiny]
#12685071 - 06/04/10 03:18 PM (3 years, 16 days ago) |
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More prose than poetry but still:
2 hirings and 1 “fuck you, I'm outta here later” and i've come back to doing for myself. No longer following the shepherds, embracing my uniqueness. A crow left of the murder, flying through my own patch of sky away from the incessant, ruckus chirps of my fellow avians. Ears no longer drowned in the redundant flapping of cadenced wings. No, rolling pizza dough is not for me, I roll through the canyons. 100 miles an hour, 3 lunatic amigos roaring through dark tunnels only occasionally lit by protectorate, vibrant yucca lanterns. We need not these barriers placed by big brother to protect us. Our minds will every turn properly taken, every law properly broken. Men of the night, strong and vulnerable.
No longer will I secede to the will of the Shepard, my burden is that of hearing how I do wrong, how I will fail. Your words are my success, your story compared to mine will amount to less. The free generation, forever the best.
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nice
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12702115 - 06/07/10 11:09 AM (3 years, 13 days ago) |
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=986732heres a song/rap i just wrote the other day... and a link to the beat...i havnt recorded it yet
the beat is labled as NEVER TOO LATE...enjoy
I sit back and watch my life spiral into control,
Flick my Bic and light the last inch of my rope.
BOOM!.. But before I vanish into smoke,
I’ma leave my people with this last little note,
Here ya jackasses, have 20 dollars,
Go on and hit the town, crash into some towers.
That’s a gas! Why you actin’ sour?
I sent my condolences through cannabis flowers.
I shipped you some chocolates with hugs and kisses,
A dick for your ass and a tongue for the misses,
Fuck! What else ya want from the kid? Shit.
Stop droppin’ acid and become religious?
Hmmm…now what the fuck am I missin’
Rub your feet, cook, and scrub your dishes?
Ain’t them the jobs for the cunts and bitches?
Can’t you see my love comes unconditioned?
Just call me DAD, I’m the motherfuckin man,
Put you in a head lock till you scream “uncle Sam,
Let me out of this trunk, and untie my hands,
So I can jack-off once more before we land”,
yeeeah! Cause the bird don’t crash!
You silly motherfucker it just burns to ash,
And when I’m on my very last labyrinth lap
Ill be sure to let you know before I zap my ass
yeeeah ! With a bolt of kundulini,
He’s electro-cute, but had a few too many,
How’s about forever and a new beginning?
Yup! Thumbs up dudes to the mushroom bingeing
Still hearing , Who the fuck is he kidding?
Umm… Just about everyone in this building,
You dumb motherfucker, uh. Weren’t you listening,
Or were you just too busy to spread the love with me?
Alright I’m back to Reiterate for the illiterate
Stupid motherfuckers that I cant even begin to hate,
Why?...because my love is what?
Unconditional you motherfuckers and sluts!
So what’s with the name callin’? Ill explain it all,
But first, just let me finish this bowl,
There. ya see? Now that didn’t take long,
Cause the one hitter quitter’s the shit this kids on.
Now back to motherfuckin subject of the song
Our planet…the one that we’ve been fuckin’ so long
God damned it, now its goin to hell and beyond,
And its time to go green or motherfucker get gone!
The love was once lost, but I’ve found myself,
And I’ve cum back strong, providing mom with help,
So you can either lend a hand or just kill yourselves,
The love is unconditional…2012.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12704059 - 06/07/10 06:02 PM (3 years, 13 days ago) |
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sometimes the lights and shadows all look like threatening things
and I forget your warmth
that is the only sickness, I know
now the strength rises in me again, vitality
this always changing thing
autumn my leaves go away the many autumns of the hours
bare and foggy
spring and summer are like one green and yellow
wilting and well, I feel like a wheel
and yet this life is my own,
i've always been sharing this axis with you
we roll down these hills
roll into the blue of the sea with tea cups in our hands
drinking up the ocean , sugar as sand
wander to the dreaming valleys
and wake up the sleeping heads
this lucid dream is not for wasting even if we are dead
but this dream is my own
and i share it with you...
i don't know why it gets dark, and i don't know why we get blue
i gave it up for thou art
art! art! art!
art! art!
Art! art!
Joy!
Joy is a sunrise, with you by my side..
i am a bisexual transwoman occasionally attracted to feet but mostly just to really outlandish and indescribable yet simple, natural, healthy and wholesome sexual and psychosomatic spiritual terra's who likes to be refered to as a humble cuckold sometimes but unsure about anal penetration and on another note i'm also irish at least on a fundamental spiritual level, and a faery, and i like to play guitar and I love God n you Flo and this i never shall hide because it makes me ecstatic, it was the way that was revealed unto I and im glad do my part in saying it and also going with the flow..
I consider myself to be innocent, in regards to most aspects of life but also very wise
so certainly, I am a fool..
muahaha
yet I love Flo, and she loves me, I don't know if she reads these
I think if she did, then that would be funny
and unpredictable
loving virginal sex
with a benevolent universe such as yrself
i dont understand the reproductive organs
they are so lewd, so mysterious
so bizarre...
i don't understand them, they seem so unapproachable
so easy to rub the wrong way...
but love's embrace is the attraction which
makes it clear.. so it would be for me
love calls me elsewere, not entirely beyond the body
but beyond the mind
sweeping this 'me' away into confusion, into honest reverie, into something everpresent
and miraculous
is this something unnatural? an aberration in me? everything to be constantly adrift in it
in silent response to the purest indwelling desire
a mere matter of language lies between
the language of my soul is alive and cognizant
timeless
it doesn't say anything
the birds chirp and the village is quiet
but someone has rearranged the pine cones
a lone cricket bursts out once in daylight
and i know everything is free!!
Hafiz and Mira bai, Kabir , Rumi and Theresa know what i mean.. i can't explain enough!
anything, in the end there is no me, i'm only here because the leaves rustle love songs
that people sometimes miss
otherwise i'd be fishing
and growing corn, giving thanks to the Goddess who hath bestowed this blessed existence
verily, for she is everywhere
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Amzy]
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
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"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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i like this! good job like the way its constructed
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12730658 - 06/12/10 11:35 AM (3 years, 8 days ago) |
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there once was a cat named friar
who wanted only to fill his desire
so he found a small shoe
and filled it with poo
then his owner lit him on fire
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cthoolhu]
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In the brink of an apocalypse we panic and look back at what we have achieved.
But We all die anyway so you just die like everyone else in the world.
I can take your life like it doesn't matter,
I face the concequences in my own life that doesn't happen.
You see nothing we act is real, its just fear,
as death is dancing, whispering in our ear.
You can't escape me you son of a bitch, I take your life and hijack your soul,
you'll be forever scared of me, not ready when time comes
Doing anything just to not die, but remember, you'll die in the crowd.
The thrive for life drives us, fucking bitches, buying cars,
or is it just fear of death and losing it all,
fear of crazyness in our empty lives which we need to fulfill.
asking forgivness as there is no peace in our souls
divinity is gone, everyone just separate, having our own thrill,
its time to realize everything and nothing weigh exactly the same,
its how balance is achieved, between life and death,
Talk about divine intervention in our everyday frame:
you are bound to make up your morals as you catch your first breath.
Death takes us, nothing matters at all,
In just a blink of an eye all your achievemnts fall,
just a last thought endlessly remains, forever in time and space,
reflecting on those who are about to be born,
You better get used to the idea, because death will be spitting in your face.
God doesn't forgive, as we make up our own mind of what we want to achieve
You know the end is near, you cover your face and feel,
as your mind gets filled with thoughts on dmt, the reality is gone all becomes the same,
nothing remains, life and death become one entity as you become sane.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12738365 - 06/13/10 10:18 PM (3 years, 7 days ago) |
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Destroying the reflection of my existence
Call upon the power of spirit for assistance.
Upon the arrival a transformation takes place
The ascension of flight takes off into deep space
Into the deepest chasms of self I navigate through
Discovering hidden meanings within that will renew
The beauty of life within and out of ones self.
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When we met I was coming out of the haze.
Somewhere down the road I had lost my ways.
On that fateful day the connection awoke.
Deep within our beings our souls had spoke.
Telling us tales of a not so distant past.
Where our souls had intertwined to forever last.
As we awaken to the very essence of our being
We are discovering within another, a deep meaning.
Two hearts beating together within the flow.
We spread our wings and show our beauty as we grow.
As time unravels the message is very clear.
Allow ourselves to be vulnerable or forever live in fear.
Everything I have to give is true.
And I offer it to you.
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As the clouds roll by, I'm lost in thought.
Often wondering what it is that I have sought.
Searching throughout the universe for the unknown.
Discovering an ineffable beauty that can only be shown.
Reaching out for the touch that only draws me in deeper.
Chasing after the love that I am feeling leads me steeper.
Spiraling through my mind discovering new land within.
Sharing the experiences of the cosmos with the kin.
Letting go of walls that once stopped the flow.
Vulnerable, I allow myself to truly grow.
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I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love. of truth. of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are one.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HappyTrippin]
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http://noise-distillery.deviantart.com/art/Two-167948253
wrote these two on a really low dose (like threshold effects) of mushrooms, enjoy?
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"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
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"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12789695 - 06/23/10 12:50 PM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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I'll have to start reading through this I have been absent from the board as of late. Here's something some Trip-Hop and Marijuana inspired in me....my main problem is making words more visual as I tend to be too abstract. This was my effort to be more concrete which still failed.
Withered flowers don't cry as they kiss death
Her lips are dry and riddled with thorns
So why do the apes dread their last breath
Their overgrown brains have let them dread it too long
So how can I kill the fears the corner of the room unknown
Offer me a heaven in a basket to keep my thoughts from becoming drastic
What if I disagree with the blanket of lies you've sewn
Label me a heretic wearing red letters of plastic
Quiet my scream in the streets as I scream about not being heard about not being free
But you're in the land that's be paved along by thoughts echoing freedom so strong
Why do you keep the key that unlocks my brain much too far from me?
Knowing the truth written between the lies would surely chaos so naturally its wrong
Welcome the chaos that implodes all the lies way out in the open raining from skies
Soak up all the knowledge until you're ready to burst
Do not worry about the new information that seems to defy
All the old distortions you drank to quell your thirst
Taste ethereal droplets sent from the stars
Paper laced with the chance to feel infinity
The solar system is the history of who you are
Realizing you are only solar dust could bring forth divinity
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With Allure I Look to the Sky With Awakened Eyes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rocker232]
#12798766 - 06/24/10 09:14 PM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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^Cool! You should try free verse (no rhyming or very little/subtle), you might be able to express those excellent images even better.
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"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
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I find this so incredibly hard to do! Most of that stems from looking at poetry as the same thing as song lyrics which its not. I should try it though thanks for the tip!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
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your puzzles, my hamburgers
collapsed
deep inside of the fields, from which they sprang
led happy and fulfilling lives
led, i say, because those lives have since returned to the Great Mama
in hawaii we wait on beds of slate, yet the comfort is great
because our hearts are a gate, a gate to the world of magic and love
a world where we are, free and true like dove
a hug, a hug
a tree that can hug
a wild kind of rug that covers the whole place
within that lay me down and please smother my face
with your summer rain, with your berries and your pines
smelling like the mushrooms and ness of my youth
be free, inspire the world, the cosmic joke, it is the small ones
the fleeting ones, the ones like dandelion parachutes
and oaks laden in the song birds
all sweet phoenixes twinkling, our conversations turn to dictionaries
gitas, made of lotion and herbs the words themselves
half open, filled with the light and dark of the world, the sun...
in this shrine I wait and pray and think of You
though you are here, so far away you sometimes seem
I cannot believe you have come, the weight of past action moves in me still
still still
I can be still with you,
fill with you,
that I could be to you what you are to me
the whole world we are
and the smiling alligators, too, the monkeys free now at the zoo
the wildness come out to part the ways, the bring back the first love
and restart the days, is that you, in the sun that runs in the sky
from in the east to where the hempstead lies?
we follow from a part thats wise,
our battle cries the calls of love, and true romance again alive
the world, its dance, in every breath, you come over me, this predicament here
the solemn fears that men build around them have fallen in this storm now
and I see now, I am free, the walls torn down and windows shattered, like a light that comes to me
though my will is tattered
a light a smile, a golden magic
thing and suddenly i'm free, flying and its as if nothing mattered
burst out from the egg, its not the way I thought it would be
but this like stargazing, wondering roaming, growing like moss on the ancient
garden in wyoming where I lay and think of marzipan and jazz... the clouds swirling in lullabies
but the fire in my gut is strong, and on my breast the rain, if it ever would fall
that rain, that would grow me so tall, there you're like a unicorn or a dragon and we ride and life is true
throughout the endless hills, I would always think of you
and now upon this axis we are flung the world's beside singing like a bell was rung
all that was ever done, the weaving of this essence
the secrets of the one, the rainbow dragon in dresses, presence
over jumps the castle door, and finding in a car like forever
the wind blowing through the doors and there is something indistinct a spirit
barely flung, yet happy to be riling and a friend, sure number one, and so this is fair wanti
and we travelling through and through and as the leaves and trees to lend their homes
and friendly gnomes come from the dew, singing mathematics, alphabets and poetry in triads
hermit, hermit, so alone, with the bashful naiad
you've got naivete, let them come and be dispelled
never should you fall into a moonless well
and if so where I draw up the water, or as I go to the stream
fairies come to help me and they give me strangely dreams
and the deer does run the days do pass and Danu in her seat finding soma
through the dwelling of the spirit of the creek
and I am a pine, I am a mind, I don't know, said the shroom
and she looked upon it funnily and then swept it up with her invisible broom
causing the night to shake and ate
the stars fell from the sky, I was not there but a rift came and asked then ruefully 'why?'
in sacred chorus all the heavens and the earths and wanti answered
because it is all things, my love, that are the silent dancers
and all in motion, still in motion
motion is our meaning
the only poetry is motion
namely,
i like to eat rice screaming
nothing
belly button
time is nice, I pass the houses cars and buildings
I pass the people, I alone
and you invisibly beside me
we mysterious, I imagine but maybe not
who knows what they see, looking out, they paint again and again over me the world
and all their souls,
wow, you can get lost in it sometimes
Why are you the dragon of my dreams? Why are you the fairies with the jeans
why is everything not what it seems, you magical person, you witch of wellness
I enjoy spells and witchcraft and the arcane has struck me
perhaps I am bewitched but its true it is love, by Aine's blessing and by Aphrodite's rub
and by the cool waters of where I first learned, the fairy way
came and the candles were burned and so I say wow, how it came and how it paused
and overall it happened as felt through the walls in the dark
stumbling blind, I did not see but I felt it, when you came to me
Oh, love, do not part, it is like at the start, oh love do not part
this is light of the heart, the smell of good herbs in the air... but in a way its not even there
like the smoke, like the peace, like the feeling in my knees, spilling over eachother
you've got me, drenched in so many sunsets and rises
eternal suprises like glimpsing death happily
or a fruit from the apple tree
come in me, sweetly, running my tongue over your lips, to complete
we
I stumbled now nature speaks clearly to me, life is to be lived and lived free
don't go giving it away and when you die you are born,
for you are only a root, and only branches see the sun
but is a tree upside down not the same?
are we not basked in the inner flame of the core of this world
is the dirt not the air, love such questions come over me
and bizarre I must seem as I live in such a dream, ignorant to the thoughts of others
so many wonders spring from a box of oranges, a half open door,
the astrology of our lives...
I smoke charas on mountain tops and sing to God
just a sprite, just a wavering, and then in the sun I am and there is the moon there
and blossoming from the clouds little flowers of tao
oh coyote, you know of what you sang
oh joy of insignificance
and nature of life's dream
how delightful are the animals
and the ends to which they team
our yogas are one
Goddess is every being
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Talking animals wtf... that doesn't make any damn sense.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 6th]
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I like to just take the time to write whats on my mind. My attempts at being poetic 
--entrenched in the thoughts of my mind the soft melody of spoken word
it flows following no path, flowing in waves an upbeat peak.
time is an illusion sacrificed everyday. eyes open at morning all over the world but life is never clearly foretold. my perceived reality can only be influenced by personal experiences ones that hold memory and last long past there duration. Perception is often deceiving sheltering those who wish not to see the truth. peel the layers until you reach the core empathy can be achieved.
--Spiraling, twisting, it tears only to come together as one again. the continuity of endlessness. Where life ends and ashes flow, a seed is ready to grow.
What can be done when there is no choice, which map is being read, is there a path ahead, or have I yet begun to walk it.
--For where do i begin. Rejoice in open arms, smiles from fading faces. lips are open, A mantra is heard, echoing, free falling its length unseen. The songs of men together as one it fills the open air, upward. The cool desert sand is beneath me. I rise with the melodies, my body still among the crowd still within the circle. We weave and flow back and forth in tune. I am above them all looking down on myself, the drumming of our hands become soft only the songs i am within can be heard repeating with strength. I open my eyes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: systm]
#12843793 - 07/03/10 08:19 AM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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Something I just whipped up
An open mind is what I seek
To see without judging, to infuse this bleak
And dreary world with colour, life and vibrancy
The kind of naked perception that is unattainable
To the unwilling eye
But to the third eye it comes as easy
As flight to the bird,
As swimming to the fish
Who weave among the streams
As we waver between streams of consciousness
And unconsciousness
Hue changes,
Blue flanges,
Red emerges,
Orange turgid
Violet streaks across the clouds
The inner world spirals towards my Center
Reverting to an initial state, suffused with noetic placenta
Unknowing, all-seeing with fresh eyes
At last the veil dissipates!
And the world is without disguise
Striking blue
A brilliant hue
The emerald green of a thriving tree
Reaching up, outward, eternally
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12849330 - 07/04/10 11:00 PM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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This one is pretty simple:
Twirling, twisting and writhing;
The fire swells and flows
Orange, red is blinding
Ineffable in prose
But I shall try, though words are meager
Though I am certain and am eager
To tell of this great inferno's fury
It laid waste to pine and birch,
A towering mass of destruction lurched
Forward, rolling with heat and force
Carving a most ugly scar through the forest's heart
And then it rose, ready and poised
To strike with that crackling, burning noise
That harkened the coming of more fire still.
Many wept as their homes were charred
And in the chaos, they suffered scars
And wounds from which they would never heal
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12850491 - 07/05/10 06:10 AM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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Another I just wrote:
Waves breaking on the shore that is my Self
Eroding, slowly in the face of knowledge
My sanity slipping from the precipice
Won't somebody help?
I'm in too deep
Inward, outward
Perception informs experience
I'm losing control
Of my body
My limbs and extremities feel foreign
Alien, as if not under my posession
I've forgotten what I'm doing
Where I am
And where I'm heading
A constant feeling of something
A drive, towards what I'm unsure
'Til I figure it out I'm wading
Back towards the shore
Try to grasp these rocks
But their jagged, coarse against my skin
I try to hoist my body on the shore
But fail, to my chagrin
So I decide to keep on drowning
In this maelstrom, I am flailing
But the more I lose control
The more my fear betrays me
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
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Quote:
introspector said:
Something I just whipped up
An open mind is what I seek
To see without judging, to infuse this bleak
And dreary world with colour, life and vibrancy
The kind of naked perception that is unattainable
To the unwilling eye
But to the third eye it comes as easy
As flight to the bird,
As swimming to the fish
Who weave among the streams
As we waver between streams of consciousness
And unconsciousness
Hue changes,
Blue flanges,
Red emerges,
Orange turgid
Violet streaks across the clouds
The inner world spirals towards my Center
Reverting to an initial state, suffused with noetic placenta
Unknowing, all-seeing with fresh eyes
At last the veil dissipates!
And the world is without disguise
Striking blue
A brilliant hue
The emerald green of a thriving tree
Reaching up, outward, eternally
I rikey.
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12859692 - 07/07/10 01:17 AM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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The storm clouds gathering
Are ominous and foreboding
I see in their swirling madness
The universe folding
Unto itself
Without light
I can see only shadows
Make out vaguely
God's face so hallowed
But it is only fleeting
Awaiting this fabled meeting
Embracing judgement, when it comes
But still I wait
With heart beating
And desiccant tongue
Where are you?
I seek answers
But none are given
Only beget more questions
Does this quest
Lead me to redemption
Salvation
Enlightenment
Or to some void of nothingness
Restless nights
Nebulous recollection
Of horrid dreams
My minds deflection
Cannot hold at bay
These horrid dreams
The pendulum swings
Back and forth
Its torturous rings
With every hour
Is one toll closer
To silence
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12860573 - 07/07/10 07:07 AM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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I dont know if its good or considered actual poetry, but i wrote this tonight after long arguments with my dad.
Speaking The Truth.
Wanting to breath smoke
On my thoughts i begin to choke
clashing with the reality i feel
in the pale night, what is real?
Words so weak they evaporate,
intent for the receiver they penetrate
they pretend it didnt hurt,
but i know it made them feel like dirt.
Retreat, and i know i've won,
this kind of victory doesnt feel like one
spiteful words spoken so lightly
I should have known better inside me.
Words so easily instigate,
such deep rooted hate
that one cant resist the urge
to return such a hateful surge
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  I wish to become enlightened, to know bliss, to be a pure expression of joy, to slake my insatiable thirst.
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you can hear the airplanes passing by
making sounds in the sky.
should I stay the same? insane?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Man in the Box]
#12864265 - 07/07/10 11:18 PM (2 years, 11 months ago) |
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We live without voice
The illusion of choice
We are contented to languish
Clutched in this system's tendrils
Our free will slipping between our fingers
Only servitude lingers, like a shroud descending
To cloud our minds
The power resides
Deep inside
To deride
To destroy
Our captors
And their arbitrary rules
Designed to keep us
From sipping the pool
Of knowledge
Is it blissful
To be a part
Of this machine
That ensnares our hearts
Our minds, our souls
Our dreams, our goals
Which shatter into
A million parts
Caught in the gears
Of this vast machine
Of slavery
Struggling to break free
Our voice is the key
If only we
Would rise from our haunches
Relent from our staunchness
And our preconceptions would melt
Into a sickly brown sludge
To hate, and to judge
Is futile
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Too many buzzwords in these poems. You guys have mad talent, please though, stray from the buzzwords.
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"It's Gloom as unpredicted on this earth. I realize all the uncountable manifestations the thinking-mind invents to place wall of horror before pure realization that there is no wall and there is no horror just transcendental empty kissable milk light of everlasting eternity's pure and perfect empty nature"- Kerouac
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The feelings wash over me
Lulling me into a dream
A waking, lucid dream
From which I derive
A kind of pleasure
The profundity of which
One cannot measure
First drag, a weight is lifted
Second toke, my mind is shifted
A little off-center, perspective
Re-arranged, neurons firing
My consciousness clouded
Yet clearer than glass
Clearer than water unspoiled
Or than the sky looming
Above like a reflection
Of the sea
The mind recoils
At this true epiphany
This realisation
Of me
One can surmount this anxiousness
This apprehension that claws
And gnaws
And scratches at one's sanity
That makes every word profanity
Every expression illicit
Every thought seem awkward
In every crime, complicit
But once this stage is conquered
The paranoia erodes
In the face of true mind's beauty
True happiness it bodes
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector] 1
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great words from everyone. im really glad to see this here i somehow over looked it every time. Im running late for work so ill have to post more later.
some notes:
Wonderful and appropriate,
fixate on an inevitable product of instinct.
Packaged tightly woven intricate cells.
In ourselves we take elevation
as a challenge,
comprehending only in the
brief moments of clarity
that we all must believe
to be
I
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persistent existence flows fluid without resistance
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go sranger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: rolbz] 1
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As you pursue the loopy loonie
you compute the you bute truely
smooth tunes move you through to the next clue
a trail of smartie all the way to the new moon
In my room marooned
a part of Me's a party on paper
wooing in linguistic caper
shooing who brings in hate for nature
Plate the cake up to make up mates for
the journey, the earnings are turned to the ones who ate the
deserving serve with the recipe worded
absurd consumers soon get herded
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Crumpet
go sranger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
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Titled: Travesty at the school of non prophet tragically unprofound nonesense piss dribbling cowardly cock smoking dinosaurs from egypt wearing avocado skin after garments for breakfast.
Open up misanthrope
nope hissing wont-stop it
quit pissing in pockets
opt to spit twisted lingo it fits
dim witted tricksters-your windows missed
a flick of the wrist caught the eye of the driver
a shake of a fist to the guy behind ya
neither guy nor gal can tell me-well
cocks & hens
shall we say-stocked up on pens
Shocker the flock falls awesome
in awed em-inner empyrean
custom myths & divinorum
touched on this at the highway form
i adored em
the trolls toll scorched em
no fare-for a pedestrian
bare necessity's-quest aeon
whatever-my hooves just chew through shoes
endeavour to peak along side equestrian
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
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Hey Crumpet I really like yours.
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skidooshake2021
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I took the hit around mid-day
close my eyes and blast away
subtly let free my mind
conciousness and thought unwind
im being squeezed, compressed, pulled through
its hard to not know what to do
you just let go and float away
until you reach another day
until youve traveled far away
and new insight has come to stay
the faces looking down at me
something you dont need eyes to see
the feeling that youve been set free
infinite ability
it turns your thought process to string
which then connects to everything
you find the meaning of all life
and sympathize for pain and strife
you see beyond what you can know
anywhere you want to go
you have the means to make it so
just put yourself into the flow
when nothing before had made sense
every thought was now condensed
there suddenly was room for more
whole universes to explore
im somewhere quite familiar now
i feel like ive been here somehow...
im in a place where i felt scared
when i was previously there
in panic now i start to struggle
the setting crashes down to rubble
and from the smoke and vast debris
emits a godly energy
a force of knowledge, light and good
finally i understood
what matters isnt what i fear
its the things that arent clear
its to find out why im here
human kind knows not a thing
of aliens and cosmic rings
godly forces, outer spaces
happy shapes and funny faces
i wish the world could try and see
that there is nothing wrong with me
i have been where you cant go
molded planets out of dough
and filled a summer day with snow.
You look at me and think im crazy.
"Are you on drugs? They'll make you hazy,
Turn you half brain-dead and lazy."
But my half-assed response to you,
is what else do you have to do?
Wake up early, go to work
all day about to go berserk?
get off late and grab a bite
same thing that you had last night?
stare a little, go to bed
play your day out in your head?
nothing different about today...
how long will it go on that way?
how long will you sit and wait
not putting one thing to debate?
not questioning a single thing
just stay the same and swim upstream.
So when you ask yourself a question.
Please take heed to my suggestion.
When your life seems dull and bleak
Dont shun the answer that you seek.
Its been within you all this time.
Close your eyes. Open Your Mind
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Crumpet
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Oakey doke get poking
open up devotions
measured by the battle
adams apple bites back - cattle
saddle up & rattle in galactic Cadillacs
Oh we all tell - attacks of mushie up n ups
jovial fellas on flustered lust - pucker up
lucky fucks muster up &
usher in mucky stuff
chuffed enough to bust a nut
dusk to dusk
thankyou much
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Re: Man in the Box [Re: Crumpet]
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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kissablemilklight
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Not actually my feelings on love just practicing my rhyming prose
Theirs a plague thats been long on this earth. We're told its something we want from the first breaths after birth. It attacks no organs, it destroys self worth. This disease is love and we are told that it helps, when all that is does is make us dependent on something other than ourselves. It eliminates the individual in a quick 1 hour ritual. It strips away all essence of our being, grabs hold of our mind with a slip of a ring. Don't let this disease grab hold, if you do all hopes and dreams with then fold and crumble away never to be seen again. Stay away from love, just make friends.
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Christs Chin
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Excalibur
I froze your tears and made a dagger
And stabbed it in my cock, forever
It stays there like Excalibur
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are
Take this cool, dark steel-ed blade
Steal it
Sheath it in your lake
I'd drown with you to be together
Must you breathe?
Cos i need heaven
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
As you pursue the loopy loonie
you compute the you bute truely
smooth tunes move you through to the next clue
a trail of smartie all the way to the new moon
In my room marooned
a part of Me's a party on paper
wooing in linguistic caper
shooing who brings in hate for nature
Plate the cake up to make up mates for
the journey, the earnings are turned to the ones who ate the
deserving serve with the recipe worded
absurd consumers soon get herded
Yessir. I like this one
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JesusGreen
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Christs Chin]
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Some very nice poetry in here. Might add some of my own after my next trip (tripping really inspires me) - though I'm no poet, so don't expect anything good haha.
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: JesusGreen]
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comin at ya
in a tractor
if your not a fan of my rhymes then i'll smack ya
word
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nowwhoutthink
maybe im dreaming
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Posts: 5,393
Loc: 805 Saint Cloud Road Mars
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13078288 - 08/20/10 02:00 PM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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I age so badly
today the dead rose from their sleeping graves.
empty pill bottles and half full whiskey..
I stayed up all week, just swallow those pills.
Its 4:30and you’re fast asleep.
minds falling apart at all ends.
I can stay away and alone just need to be strong.
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Stranger in a strange land
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
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Quote:
nowwhoutthink said:
I age so badly
today the dead rose from their sleeping graves.
empty pill bottles and half full whiskey..
I stayed up all week, just swallow those pills.
Its 4:30and you’re fast asleep.
minds falling apart at all ends.
I can stay away and alone just need to be strong.
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#13079185 - 08/20/10 05:31 PM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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heres mine:
Carefully placed touches
Carefully timed brushes
Must this
Must us
Swirl togeather
Cosmic dust
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thoughts
imagining.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom] 1
#13087458 - 08/22/10 08:06 PM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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Hey people. I was recently incarcarated for a little more than 3 months and during that time i began to do something ive never really done before, at least nothing i considered too special, which is WRITING!
ive come to find i can write some pretty cool stuff, at least IMO. heres one of a few poems i wrote in my cell in the middle of the night.
The grass' glowing greens,
The atmospheric blues.
A yet discovered morning
Will paint itself anew.
The Sun's majestic introduction;
Even kings are apt to bow.
Eternal ages all have waited
To shine freely here and now.
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thangin'.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts]
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Hey people. I was recently incarcarated for a little more than 3 months and during that time i began to do something ive never really done before, at least nothing i considered too special, which is WRITING!
ive come to find i can write some pretty cool stuff, at least IMO. heres one of a few poems i wrote in my cell in the middle of the night.
The grass' glowing greens,
The atmospheric blues.
A yet discovered morning
Will paint itself anew.
The Sun's majestic introduction;
Even kings are apt to bow.
Eternal ages all have waited
To shine freely here and now.
YES man. Dig it. Glad your free!
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mais
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delicate milk filled nearly clear mounds on your nipple
taste in my head
toast-like stretches of connective lines
taste in my mouth
yeast treat of dried expansions
lire yewyaw and lire yicks
my left ear is gone
a paus--
limeath brewn secouls
sweet meat treaks
smile wire push down
neck twick pull out
knee buckling slip
tighten up my yearn
sarcastic color intrusion
welcoming blur
push out breath out shit
breath in rare treat
clear help
help clear
spit slick
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thoughts
imagining.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#13109825 - 08/27/10 02:39 PM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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Quote:
weshroom said:
YES man. Dig it. Glad your free!
Thank you.
oh i am extremely greatful to finally be out. i wrote that poem in hopes of seeing this day -my freedom.
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thangin'.
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wondercat
Dashing
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sitting by a fire
enjoying the warmth by my toes
i wait and wonder
why time never seems to slow
there seems to be a climax
the rivers roaring down
that not even a new agenda
could change the way it sounds
I seem to feel more pressure
there's buzzing i the air
i can't express the sorrow
that we might pay our fare
and what happens to our mindset?
will we be struck for long?
although it seems improbable,
our souls will continue on
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it truly is an illusion- your senses are just perceiving the varying vibrations in different ways- its holography; a representation.
"Nothing" is easy - Mooji
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thoughts
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not bad wondercat.
here's another one for y'all.
A soft whisper swims
Throughout my tangled thoughts.
As it travels dim,
It passes by uncaught.
There was a time that it shined brightly
And glorified my brain.
This whisper dives and swims by nightly,
And leaves a shallow stain.
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thangin'.
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circastes
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Nice.
Here's one I wrote last night:
GRAVES OF THE LIARS
Crawling through the forest on all fours again
In a desperate rush to find my pen
I dropped it when I wrote my name onto a tree
"Alpha and Omega – The Finality – Me"
Metal-suited men seek my immediate presence
They are distasteful of what I said to the peasants
"You are free – You are me – We are forever"
And off I ran with an ink-soaked white feather
Those who uttered such things before me
Battled the same government of thieves hastened to deplore thee
Now into the soil of justice the truth must be sown
And my words scribed onto the wood must be known
Or into blackened history will all attempts be thrown
Their crimes against my comrades are twofold
False accusations and the murder of Leopold
Scripted onto that tree over there
And when the rigged gate crushed my child
Something unnatural in my hate veins reviled
So I shall see to it that every one of them is buried
In the forest of truth that my friend trees have ferried
After I burn them alive for treason
Against the one true self-government – Reason
Their steeples will become smoke stacks
Their wives will endure the most deplorable of acts
Everywhere the villagers will hear of my tale
A chapter in which the spirit of revenge did not fail
So here I am hunted while I search to scribble the truth
Remembering my son and his stolen youth
Burning inside, igniting a pit of inhuman strength
To see them fall I go to no end of length
And so it begins, one of them spots me
A knife in his side, a dead stare into his eye
He will be the first funeral of a long line a of liars
Into the air will be smelt flesh from a salutation of fires
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-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
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"Hey Elves," was shouted
but the breath was
spent in vein
for as lightning flashed and
the blackness bounced back blacker
the drolls were kicking out the walls,
and now the elves are
unguinous diamond soup --
-- you know the kind that flows out from beneath
your skin invisibly.
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free-ballin
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eve69]
#13192654 - 09/14/10 04:23 AM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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I like that one! very visual.
here's one I wrote the other day:
Love like stone
like wind,
like trees.
Love like dirt beneath your feet.
Be an anchor,
be a pillar,
be the corner stone.
Be the love you least expect;
be the light that's always lit.
Be the thing you want to see,
and love like wildfire in the trees.
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WAFFLEZZ!!!11!!!1!!!1!!!!
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cyantific
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13192835 - 09/14/10 07:04 AM (2 years, 9 months ago) |
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with slippery skin treads the entity ...
through a prison of polished surfaces ...
neither bars nor walls contain it ...
nor fetters upon it feet ...
it is free to roam at will ...
its foundering steps but a constant reminder ...
of the pain ...
and suffering
it gets ...
crashing
into its own reflections ...
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apprentice.five
the psychopythia
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cyantific]
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I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
I rarely post my stuff online, but I do need a post count and I'm too much of a noob to quite come out of lurk mode yet, so. I wrote this about two months ago, during an (ongoing) detachment from a very unhealthy co-dependent relationship.
Supplication
O my sister, what becomes
of her who held the dogs at bay?
Can she still see through my eyes,
Have I got the guts to stay
Or leave this place? I've lost the path
That gave this void of meaning end:
I lost the feather, felt the wrath,
Kissed a viper, killed a friend,
I made my choice and lost my way,
Bit the bullet, came undone,
Took a gamble, lost the play,
Gun unfired, war unwon.
O my sister. Here I am.
No one took these words away.
Do I tempt you with them still,
The one excuse I have to pray?
Are you swayed, my sullen goddess,
Are you moved to see my chains?
Long I tremble for the harvest --
Long lie prostrate for the rain.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five]
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/\ I really like the "I made my choice and lost my way / Bit the bullet, came undone / Took a gamble, lost the play / Gun unfired, war unwon" part Found myself looking over it a few times, that last line was really clever imo.
Just wrote this, kind of baked but was listening to some Balmorhea and kind of felt like writing something. I guess this sort of relates to DMT in some ways...
Tangible lines skewed and strung
Fractal facades shaded from invisible suns
A gentle humming whispers in the ear
Answers...quickly becoming very clear
Eternity and light meld together
A cornucopia of the now and forever
Seems over as quickly as it began
What was learned - Was who I am
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Die before you die
Edited by Best (09/16/10 01:31 AM)
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FoxFire
Energized Matter
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Loc: PNW
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best]
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Nice writing people! This is a great idea for a thread.
Heres one I wrote for the troops overseas, just a thank you.
Thank you
I see blood in the sand and pink mist in the sky,
While Jack Daniels I sip and diamonds we buy.
There are children with grown mans guns,
And grown men like children run.
Worlds apart on the same globe grow,
And small is the chance that any will ever know.
The interaction is subtle, the message is strong,
The same paths we tread, our fathers were wrong.
So day by day we forget, and feign the regret,
For little do we know of the dying mans song.
So I thank you.
I thank you for the chance to let the fields grow,
And to one day reap what the others have sown,
I thank you for the hardship that stands in my way,
For such is our trial to overcome it one day.
And in doing so we are one with our fate,
That so long all our lives has eluded our gaze.
I thank you for the debts I must labor to quell,
And if any are left, may they find me in hell.
I thank you for the sun and the moon in my eyes,
May they give you comfort in unfriendly skies,
For they are the same that shine on all of mankind.
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Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.
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Trip Over
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: FoxFire]
#13202709 - 09/16/10 06:06 AM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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I really like most of these posts, let me freestyle a few poems
Reality is solidified,
one moment liquifies,
a rush of truth from inside,
residing within a cave called mind.
I escaped from the cave,
shackeled, bounded,
now found my way.
Truth be told, no,I keep at bay..
thoughts like seeds grow and decay.
Reflections in mirrors showing myself,
knowing myself.. this knowledge is wealth.
Boundless.. unlimited.. a concept I felt,
I saw within mind, and touched someone else.
I think I should start with the easy to grasp as an introduction before I get ambiguous.
I started reading at the last page but ill work my way back, its very intriguing stuff, I like it.
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I tripped balls without the aid of psychedelics and became one with the universe. I travelled far from this reality and left my ego behind. Enlightenment revealed itself to me, I was overwhelmed. I was reborn!
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nowwhoutthink
maybe im dreaming
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: imCKmush]
#13239444 - 09/24/10 07:40 AM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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was gonna be lyrics to a song im working on...hence to 2 chorusy like parts...
is it wrong to want someone in a pretty dress.
someone to look at when my eyes need a rest?
i think that person was you.
youre gone and im stil here feeling so fucking blue.
i wrote a song for you.
you werent meant to hear it.
its was too soon.
i cried last night when i saw the pictures.
i knew that it was all me and not her.
and the winter will be here after your next blink.
just another fucked up summer romance,
that never really had _that
second _chance
another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
and i knew how to spell your name from the start.
no h just an a and thats where well part.
im feeling alone all over..my head and heart.
i wish we never even had a finish and a start
oh god i can feel it so much inside this overworked heart.
grey takes over your soul.
you all remember my mistakes,
but when i do something right it just slips
right by.
and the winter will be here after your next blink.
just another fucked up summer romance,
that never had a second chance.
another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
maybe my chemical inbalance keeps all souls at bay?
was it the timing? or did I just act like a mess?
was it something I said or didnt say?
i smelt your book.
old pages of pages where your fingers and eyes took a close look.
i cant say this is for the best but my god im feeling like im such a fucking mess.
i know well make it in time but were here now.
unless we can really digest the mess we made for our little isolated worlds
well never change.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
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i just thought the list made it look coolhaha
- you wish i could sing better.
- and I wish you were more artistic.
- but there isnt much wecan do now.
- the ceiling is moving like an ocean.
- while im lying on the floor mockin a log floating ignorantly through the sea. your smile was all i had. youre gone and the cold wind is all thats left flowing around my ears and hair. we can sit alone all night just thinking about the past. you were crowded by friends that loved you. an acoustic guitar/ and an empty bag of drugs...its all ive got left. clocks are ticking and flowers are blooming while youre slowly dying.
we fly
right on by
through and through.
watch the sky.
wave goodbye.
through and through...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
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and it can only be love to leave such a sour taste in the mouth.
Id do anything to pack it all up and move out south.
so far away from the city lights and all the stupid lies.
they spew from your mouth like vomit from a drunken frat boy.
and it wont be a thing to me to call you a whore now.
youre always on the other side leaving me alone thinking how?
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 Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#13240335 - 09/24/10 02:20 PM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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song of myself.
the light behind a stained glass window
i wish to be that which is behind what inspires
i wish to be what makes the beauty
however unseen by the blinded eye of many
but how can a rose behind stained glass every really bloom?
every petal to fall will stay at my feet
never blow to the feet of others
never caress the world when the wind
picks me up, and my fallen beauty
beauty which was mine. to admit this is huge.
i possessed beauty.
no longer tainted by the hands of her betrayer.
my mother's new love found love on my skin.
in the caves of my being, in the waves of my hair
soaked with his water pouring down myself
naked within his grasp. helpless. alone.
but to her he was faithful. it was me who is
to be punished. my sinful lips should have stayed
sewn in silence. like a light summer breeze,
no whisps to be heard as your hair
ever so gently, is blown from your face.
exposing your eyes which glow from the sun
exposing your truths which hide behind your eyes.
your eyes cannot lie, and neither do my words
try telling her that. my words are lies
my heart is ice my intentions are selfish.
but then i dare you. look into my eyes
soft and warm, i promise. no lies, no harm
intended. i was answering questions, never
accusing. i was young. the word molested
never crossed my mind, it entered my ears
traveling from the mouth of the detective.
bulimia. something i would never consider
apparently something i didn't have to.
the pills the starving the binging the purging
the cutting the crying the writing the hate.
his hands gave him pleasure and left me with hate
then i found love and found beauty
like the whie out of a winter storm
causing fires in the fireplace
hot chocolate in the mug
blankets surrounding while arms hold on tightly
the comfort of another in the cold of the world
the beautiful cold. causing goosebumps to the skin
and tremors to the hands. a gust of freezing up your spine
is the farthest from hell you can get.
even the warm sun exposing the tears dwelling in my eyes
is more like hell than winters bitter storm
her snow fills the streets. covers the landscape in
a pure innocent white. untrotted in the night
until morning brings strangers, that scar her work.
but she still bears down, and recovers herself.
so strong and beautiful.
unlike the roar of the ocean each snowflake lays softly
and the sea hold demons and monsters and darkness
but then so do i. deep within. sometimes they escape
but so one day they can be eliminated
and only soft snow will dwell.
and for her and him and him and him and her
my love is never ending. never ceasing. not for a moment.
but my oceans are still not calm, and to save them from
drowning, i must get away. i must drain my sorrows
and then return to them, full of even more love
and health and example.
however full the world, without them it would be empty
there would be no point in living no need
for any light behind a stained glass window
without them, my eyes would be tied to my feet.
never really open to see, only open to move
pointlessly through life. aimlessly around.
going nowhere.
they love so i live.
a rose behind glass.
for now.
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heres something that started out as a poem, but then i thought itd be better as a song. i want to start composing the music for it soon.
its called Circles.
(Verse #1)
Staring at the sun
trying to see the reasons why.
I throw my soul into the endless sky.
And in my time of being pieced together and complete
I see all that exists inside of me.
(Chorus)x1
The world spins right under my feet.
Plans go unchanged on busy streets.
I float and pass through opened doors
and find sights id never seen before.
(Verse #2)
Feeling like no time has passed,
life's captured in your photographs.
Im thinking i could get stuck in with you.
And so its easy to pretend
If theres a start, there is no end
Like circles that you carefully once drew.
(Chorus)x1
(End chorus)x3
Oohhhh, and its over.
Oohhhh, over and over.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five]
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apprentice.five said:
I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
Thanks. I think some of the rhymes are a bit of a stretch... someone else commented that as well... but I like it very much.
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"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#13252293 - 09/27/10 05:35 AM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict
ambivalent and avidly manic
attacking crackling static
in addition to the mission
an immaculate nak at racking's
restocking his stash and he's dishing
words of wisdom like lets go fishing
efficiency is missing
and many wish to be kissing
than listen in the the written hissing
but he cant quick sipping
what the tip of his mits are gripping
post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss
wide armed and open fist
oceans of kosher & jovial notions
this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness
only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit
it's this
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crumpet is a fictional alias i go by, and does not represent anything factual.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13262029 - 09/29/10 12:09 AM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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scal'a'dac kit'cal'ag ni le'tar n puh le'das le'tak
kab stibe leppa smada
le'tab uth iyb desz'em eel'no synsh'o'ved ral'u'co
poch la'ir'air at'poc'e'leh det'morp'e'let cip'pks'e'dial'oak die ad'ipes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13272878 - 10/01/10 12:30 AM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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Escalante
Mazes through sagebrush lead no where
Expert eyes signal towards a shy, nameless, clearing
Ivory moonlight guides our eyes through a featureless gap
Red walls surround us, lifeless rainbows reveal themselves
The midday sun could not penetrate this stone
Basking moonlight awakens the spires
Dancing for me as I lay
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay]
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nice poem deekay. Nice pic too
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay]
#13300703 - 10/06/10 10:01 PM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
energy cleanse
energy cleanse
schizophrenic stoner philosopher
zen healing with warm stones
a mans touch
a green feminist perspective
all the radiance of lifes youth, ase
oh world people, beings of present gifted in memory
vision
ini in natures magic calling phalanx
felicity's cat paw walk, tumbling between the scattered fallen branches
and such ilk which maketh this healing ground
goddess she does emanate, the power is mine
but there is no me
i am gone, there is no more water in the river
chance a spirit wandering did walk and rest abreast where waves
once did rave and weather
a shade of heather, the baskets of candy which have no purpose
the fairies shying away from the eye
oh, aye, I, the basement, these plants
afternoon sunshine window, burning through
i can't take my eyes off the screens
every where screens, mercury dreams, thermometer astronomer
oh whether get better
it must mean something
our souls have gone through something
i look into the doorknob
a thousand shadows fade away and the true me is revealed,
the order is not far off
the tao is indwelling yonato, somersaults, no salt, the feelings
between catnip and dynamic dance
the cloud warrior of peace in the mountain stance
vargo, vargo, wytipodating
these pathways, drawing forth, what had all been set forth, in her heart
she looked back, through art it had found reason
and so she died happy
the planets still align sometimes like the spirits of the past
and back and forth we sit and sway upon the looking glass
of consciousness
you must celebrate the cherandeer and the calip both
beginning ever from nothing, rising to a cape of complexity
and receding, they are more like oaks than anything
these monks of the schizophrenic school, where the theatre
has melded with the spirit of the life eternal, and brahman
rises again in the spirit mind, upon that field bountiful with mana
and that band, that circle medicine song
still building from windows out of leaking mouths, echoing streams
coming from the source, the water meant something
added to the smoke, maybe it was all steam, suddenly it was culinary
i waited several months in the bottom compartment of mags
with whatev, a bottle a loose leaf, offering unto the soma gods
where the hills are alive again speaking that ancient chant
no one hears, like stones we are, stone people, stone stoners
of the churning palm
rising, for care the herb is mostly of emptiness
the elixir is mostly of wonder at the simplicity
these are the amish of today, wandering among the world of whatever
the spirits take them as they do anyone and give what they can
i opened the windows today and smoked all my joints out in the middle of the street today
and played the far out music with the long grooves
it was just calling me to do, didn't seem to do much but ripple
the coolness in the air, your face everything, i wish they didn't know so much
my heart flies openly, naked and innocent
among the serious faces of reality, so from what dream is my home
or dreamland, hidden in the planes, it sprouts again from annals of stories
shaking even in the mind of the focused one
folk come and part like the leaves turning brittle, leaves and leaves all i see anymore
just to be that leaf, back there, i get there, the language in the lights
the butterflies, even the poetry has changed, the fireflies are still there
under that healing tree i sneak out at night and listen to the geese
oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
it is true the sacrament is ourself is the life spirit eternal spirit
crystallized and alchemized memories wisdoms, gnosis
passed down through nature, the pomo teaches us when we come in on the way
growing ourselves, our own spirits ripe sprouting
with the written ness, coming in all designs and reaching to the truth, it rises and all heed unknowingly
the ways are still there for those who see with true eyes
the intent is pure and the self is filled, take it within
and let it heal you, the spirit of wanti returns, the mushroom villages, the system of elevation
on such a small level and yet, so spiritual, within that world,
we must only now again the fairy nature, reunite our peoples seeing that the truth is, we have all come here
born of stardust as consciousness and here we rest together around the wheel of time,
each fulfilling their divine part, when the knowing began to flow i didnt know it over took me and i tried to block it never doing so, where the poetry of the angels is sent thus forth
for i have died and so it comes through me, this is all heaven
all you see is the ness take it in, through the breathe, a thousand healing patterns
my existence is this, the spine of the universe, i travel, mending the fire pit
the stars, clouds wait in hidden wisdoms ever conversing, on levels i must look up
but up there in the heights of consciousness, where the soul is floaty,
i found myself among such distant realms, what truth exists behind closed sites? skating around
ice skating
you just have to trust it as it builds inside you break from the norm, though the pull you in,
stay free enough to go your own like the leaf, you cant throw them far they take their own path
spiralling and fluttering
there i said it, all this and sitting around, what is this story, this truth
the yoga in our bodies, kriyas, this sacred living book, pours out and i somewhere between the
moon and sun, its like an atom
maybe just one an atom so plain
maybe iron, stainless steel, such would be my fate, in an unlikely place, flowing freely now, but i will come to form
this knowledge is passed down, will it be changed ever it is made, errors and all, who will bother, who can ever really say they understand, true knowledge seems far away, when you take into account the sheer faith we live our lives from
but that basic faith and knowing is all we can do and it is why God made us, and through faith and love we are fulfilled, such is the way, the truth is wanti to me is that fulfillment born through the world and the story of its coming, hiding and appearance, like the magical lands of old are wont to do, it is a spirit, how to find again and cross awadwan, into the true, the pure land where buddhas of old have all come, and frolicked in truth, fulfilling the prophecies which made this universe
for it is true, all are divine vessels, and there is no coincidence we take these forms as we appear, the clear and intuitive usefulness of ourselves is always apparent, out there, where the voices may come, announced or not, maybe sleeping in, a shade of mood, like a different ray of sunshine just for you, why is there this universal love that surrounds me, for which my love goes everywhere like a dandelion in the wind well blown. I meet again the plants upon the paths travelled so long ago and now, from so many angles now and just beginner, deeper they beckon, wounded healer, this path, this love is for you and your heart big enough to share it and pass it on, and on through out existence such is the way with love like this, you have to find the right moment and then it goes, like a sail or a shooting star even.
and among all this, to this, we had come up with this thought and orgasmic world, the thoughts, that love, forlorned like rabbits randomly going this way and that, I find the top of the hill where I might have once sat, and smoke a joint, I just rolled half pepper mint and sage, half ganja, the ness smoke fills my soul, alive again I am, the silence of everything, I had entered into the promised land. Ah and they are here, the allies of truth and loving kindness and they are everywhere.
I don't think about life otherwise, I feel it for it has come over me, dawned, like the morning of a cosmic day, there meditating in the wood, where the fairies came to sing, there in small embers of the wisdom of bliss, is wanti entered now, and fallen out of, the, ebbing words of the priests, the pure open feeling just of now
ridiculous
nessecary
beautiful
spontaneous
like free form jazz,too much to care what it means, too much to have come this far
the sun is breaking through the leaves, who are laughing, leafing like jewels in the celestial truth of the
depths of the sky, where we sit, around the circle, I laugh crying, its been a while, that old spokane river,
bless the truth which brought this as it is, for it is not just what we see which is settled here, Pomo, blessing rise upon this land and in the hearts of us who are woven together in this mural the earth, universe, on the stars where our names are truer send us love that is clarity, resounding.
I know I am a fool, I wander and have settled down, half my life even lived, what use is there in this upon everything, a sigil a phrase, what use is there in this living?
the truth is, use or not its just the way, go with the flow, surrender to the truth,
god is like that it seems like, in all people one general direction, one trueness one thing shined through it was of such appearance it could not begin to be said for one would not even assume the need to mention it, but still, i guess i've just forgotten, alone out here, i can be myself, if death is chasing let it come, though maybe it will dawn on me again, to let the river through, but here i am wondering what does it mean and why
the truth is the reason is the doing of it, like our real names, they are so long we are always in the saying of them, so how could we ever really live in this way and answer so may questions in such a life at such a repeated basis, its crazy, the length of one day is much longer than they would lead you to believe maybe its time splicing or some such wierdness, as a worshipper of the goddess of nature, I fall in line with the seasons, though its true how can one even tell these days, so intertwined is everything, it is simply the mind, no the heart! (all of it?)
the elements!
possibly they are all different worlds we are going through and being destroyed and created endlessly within the goddess, born again and again
through that loving koan of existence, we voyage
possibly and through the alignment of time and adjustment certain, expression of self could be reached, the honey splattered across my tongue, man
but suppose i had said woman, and is there a woman,
the goddess is all of this and more, all this is your praise wanti is the tie dye lotus flower of a heart enlightened by the truth where that is born in the lifestream, i cry out that love! and it fills me, and i am transforming all the time, firinne, truth, love, solus, pomo, god, goddess, nature,
I am somewhere on the axis for the love is scattered there, love is the shaman, and no body speaks,
our language just crude wailing, yet tragically beautiful, in lew of feeling, the psychic knower
between us wanderings, this and that, who knows what is really the truth
it seems the bounds are easily set, where our beings are free, our energies are pure, those of the planet, those of living things, those of all kinds of things together, and of emptiness, nothingness, celestial truth,
just a flower before the temple, and I have not even entered yet, for it seemed like a tomb, and the mystics chased me out
so much was the ekstasis, so broad was the sun, the adventure is true reason, we navigators of the soul
appearing in the dreamtime, appearing everywhere equally, expounding a spiritually intense and blatant dharma
like the blazing warm of living, always there, add a voice
there we are the spirits, so filling you, and here this world, adawapayo, brings the bring and you go deep into the poetry of it, where there are the dreams and to cleanse love of this work, we weave, we weave, the healing growing, nature coming back, so big so small, steady and wise and fair
bless you and aigy thanks for what you do, given all a place and a way, we are recognized as we can be, we find our purpose in the small things
building up
rock on
earth unity
oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Amzy]
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Good stuff Amzy
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#13310143 - 10/08/10 09:20 PM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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liberation
I like to fuck myself
and every one
from all possible directions
including the angle of
just not fuck at all
not around,
not anything
just shut the fuck up and
work.
love it if you do.
whatever comes.
feel this.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Aukikco]
#13310687 - 10/08/10 11:30 PM (2 years, 8 months ago) |
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Here's a poem I wrote about yabbies
Yabbies, yabbies.
yabbies yabbies.
yabbies,yabbies yabbies.
yabbies yabbies yabbies.
yabbies with their little grabbies
yabbies, yabbies, yabbies.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict
ambivalent and avidly manic
attacking crackling static
in addition to the mission
an immaculate nak at racking's
restocking his stash and he's dishing
words of wisdom like lets go fishing
efficiency is missing
and many wish to be kissing
than listen in the the written hissing
but he cant quick sipping
what the tip of his mits are gripping
post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss
wide armed and open fist
oceans of kosher & jovial notions
this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness
only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit
it's this
And Amzy, you're awesome.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts]
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Thanks bro, no mention of my yabbie poem though?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] 1
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"human curiosities"
as if on a carousel
we held tightly on
as we spun
around around around
until we both let go
and came falling down,
together.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lysergicide]
#13407959 - 10/29/10 09:48 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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What is tantamount to the ending,
in this race always pretending,
and to a shallow life attending,
but never once amending,
for a past that's still offending,
and yet it begs for mending,
before an eternity of spending,
on this race always pretending.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Over]
#13470089 - 11/11/10 07:58 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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ME
Who is me?
What is my freewill?
Is there such a thing?
Have I been trained since childhood to respond?
Do I have a choice?
Am I a mindless automaton?
One question I am not programmed to answer.
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"Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EtheralDreamer]
#13470101 - 11/11/10 08:01 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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After a dose of some very pure manmade chemistry I was sitting at the piano bar surrounded by friends and great music. My mind wanders everywhere and nowhere. Through out the night I tranced out of my surrounding and would come back staring at pieces of paper (the piano requests slips) covered in my pure consciousness. Non linear pure expressions of feeling... (there were a few times i would stop mid thought and write a new one only to come back. I will note these spots and direct you should you wish to experience them as the universe gave them to me instead of a complete (lol) thought at a time) I have separated and numbered them according to each slip of paper.
I share these with anyone willing to jump down the rabbit hole and view the universe as I saw it...
1
Beauty
How easy we forget
The awe of innocence
Our mind and body desensitized
Impossible to operate
Paralyzed by senses
Nothing remains but human understanding
So flawed, not designed for it all
Exposed it drives us mad
Evolution has given us armor
But in doing we embrace mere glimpses
Through a veil, ignorance our self defense
2
Our math sets our laws
More dimensions are a certainty
Perhaps therein lie our souls
Not meant to experience
Not there for us
But oh the grace we miss (wrote "music" at this point)
It's all there, everyone's sculpture different
We chip away the pieces we can endure
Everyone's masterpiece different
Yet all lacking any resemblance to reality
But what does that mean?
Perception IS reality
In this world of monsters and men
MUSIC
If math describes all
And music is math
Perhaps a level of consciousness enriched
Every society worships with music
Universally universal (see note)
It shows the numbers that slip our mind
It shows the entirety of our existence
It is our unified theory badged in theater mask
note
Don't send radio waves for them, send music
3
Chemistry = math employed as the device to inspire and dig deep. To give the tools to understand. Inject the decoder ring. The numbers to set us free from the box we cower in. Forced enlightenment. How silly we are to rely on words as a language. Such flaws. But it is all we are prepared to exchange.
4
Eyes
The window to our "souls"
Look close
It is like a fractal
The equation that makes us unique
A bar code assigned at birth
Perhaps our personality
Our "free will"
It is all there
Numbers
Too complex for comprehension
I understand I haven't a clue
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Math is God
Language, our manmade antichrist
Pushing us to perpetual ignorance
With words we condemn our selves to never achieve enlightenment
Social small talk draws us as moths to flame
The devil is seductive
6 (this one started as a note to my buddy but i just kept going)
Think of the drugs Hawking would have made if he chose to be a chemist. Sober and handicapped he boggles our minds. To turn his understanding into chemicals we would see God. Oh how horrific that true understanding is to us. When I play with madness.
7 (this one was a note I passed)
Sorry I'm not very fun socially right now. I'm barely here. Traveling the halls of my mind taking inventory. Conducting an appraisal of my understanding. Of my reality.
8
Think about the natural beauty of the math in a wave.
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Life is so overwhelming
It's utterly mind boggling
We have adapted to deal with so much
Sadly the price comes at dwelling in the shallow end
Amazement surrounds us as we write it off
Not in our budget
Misers of comprehension
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Wondering about downers.
If they slow your body then they should extend your mind.
The chemistry would last longer.
Atropine...10 Bpm...Shallow breaths
Perhaps pushing through the midnight hour our mind and soul give up and regrasp our anchor?
Blow our bubbles and climb in
Recreating the simplicity of the womb
11 (about alcohol)
Even assuming the drink extends
Is it worth the blur?
It erases detail
Our escape pod and refuge of sanity
Closing our minds, a safety net
Even fewer things perceived
Another lifeboat for the escape of spotlighted subtitles
Blinded we can cope with a piece
The whole puzzle too horrific to construct
12 (notes started by a lyric from a song that was being performed)
Where the whiskey and wine chases our blues away...
Therefore blues = unbuffered grim reality in our view
A clear shoot on sight for our human nature to seek simplicity
13 (on the conversations going on around me)
I only half understand these spoken words.
So shallow and simple.
Don't need the data.
Just the single checksum.
That number IS the conversation.
Math.
Our universe demands it.
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Where am I?
Have I traveled?
I left a shade so they won't suspect
But my mind wanders
It probes the universe
Cutting the tether to the mundane
That, our closely embraced anchor
It keeps us fixed in the storm
Archaic understanding our refuge
Exploration strikes pure terror
Better to live in a bubble
Than a house without control
Here be dragons
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"Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty."
-John Lennon
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EtheralDreamer]
#13475546 - 11/12/10 09:36 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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wrote this a long long time ago........ in the midst of fighting my own spiritual revolution, I was called "Sigyn" back then (smile)
Since penning this poem, I've tried sharing it with others, but its meaning always seemed to fall on deaf and ignorant ears.
Somehow, I think people here might actually get it :p
New Moon Blues
If only to Quell where the Fire Resides,
I would Run to the Ocean and Dive Inside.
Let the Salted water Wash me Clean,
Purify my Heart and inner Esteem.
Into the Darkness I will Creep with the Tide,
Sit on the Bottom and the Light Die.
Born again into a better Institution,
If Only I could be part of the Solution.
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Advance Notice: If you see that I'm ignoring you, then it is caused by one of two things....
1) You're boring or 2) I forgot to take my Adderall.
There's a Fungus Among Us and I call him Phred
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EatShiitake]
#13476418 - 11/13/10 01:37 AM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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pull me in to a pinnacle estate
so manic climacteric's wont exacerbate the minimal
add another diamond in the mind of the clinical
principles poking at ya poor sore eyes
typical how watered eyes can cauterize the sort of guys
pitiful when caught out with quarts
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13491944 - 11/16/10 11:37 AM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Everytime I see my girlfriend she has something she made for me. I guess she produces art at a much faster rate than me. the last thing i gave her was a drawing i did for her that turned out kinda scary and dark. not at all how i feel about her. I'm a lot better with words though (i think), so i set out to write a poem for her, and this is it.
Tracks
in the sticky dim, under stars
two roaring voices
attached to trains
fuel each others lights in the dark
shining brighter in company
vibrant and blinding
parallel and immanent
revel in each other as we pass by
and if your light fades with distance
I will bend these rails
and come back for you.
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Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix.
~William S. Burroughs
Edited by StaleShrooms (11/16/10 12:02 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
#13498550 - 11/17/10 04:16 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Very nice EtheralDreamer.
And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?
Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.
When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its rivers full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.
A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
Even by material driven kind.
An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance
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thangin'.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts]
#13499200 - 11/17/10 06:30 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Very nice EtheralDreamer.
And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?
Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.
When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its river full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.
A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
By the most materialistic kind.
An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance
She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet . Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).
dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?
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Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix.
~William S. Burroughs
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
#13504125 - 11/18/10 04:35 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Quote:
StaleShrooms said:
She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet . Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).
dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?
Your poem is great man, i really liked it. I'm sure your girl liked it.
The only thing was i got a little confused when i read the line "revel in eachother as we pass by"
I just don't know who's passing who by.
And thanks for liking my poem, I'm glad it gave you that reaction.
It's really just about a very nice trip i had on mushrooms
and remembering the moment where i was in complete bliss, just being..breathing..existing.
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thangin'.
Edited by thoughts (11/18/10 04:43 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts]
#13504142 - 11/18/10 04:40 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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I feel like the wind soaring around the mountaintops.
I feel like joy in essence.
I wish for a simpler time.
I wish for peace of mind.
I want to be the one to say,
Let’s everyone of us live for today.
What if we all agreed to live,
In a world that could be understood?
Let’s fly to the moon,
And look back down,
Maybe then you will truly see,
Who it is you are destined to be.
So, if one day the wind should stop,
And the joy of life seems to dull,
Be the one who tried to save,
The last thing left living for.
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feedback is appreciated [Re: Aser]
#13548929 - 11/27/10 05:57 PM (2 years, 6 months ago) |
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Warm Wall
At first it's the worst.
It is softer after
It’s over after, It's only after...
It just so happened to be there
It just so happened to be better.
See silver as a colour.
Slipping sand,
theres a way to make it stay.
Holding hand,
the way it looks that way.
A necessary step,
Hard to forget.
Creatures even after death.
Preserving a practise.
The sick and the healthy don't mix.
Hardly even have a good idea
Ambivalent emotion.
Dissolve division.
It isn't, again.
Like a mystery that won't reveal its self.
Heroes. Heretics. Hired Hell employees.
Scizzors in the sink.
Ultimately so sensitive.
Save it for someone special.
People in Japan have the same idea man.
Understanding is moving on.
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Is it not an excuse to find fright not at night?
Days sleep away, inside myself I remain hidden.
When terror is within the mind, the mind horrified paces uncontrollably.
Paranoid pondering thus penetrates perception.
The long since denied sense of security which lays in the ability to reason
Is temporarily distorted by consuming irrationality.
Just something I wrote years ago describing an anxiety attack.
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Crumpet
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postumous gunner bang bang show no mercy to the wanna be runners
fucking fist fuck your face with the facts
bring it back to the archaich ways of the pre jurasic paralax
attack your freakin primate state to relate to the crap
sold in the kite steam - bite or just write and rejoin the rip tight team
clean and ready to get wet - so when i get wrecked i jet - better yet
i take flight - almighty as the hierachy sabotage plight
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#13695209 - 12/28/10 11:31 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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"Firing Squad"
Crooked backs forced
Upon quadrille wall
Silent reflections
Stagnation
Then fall
This short poem is over 6 years old, but it recently resurfaced in my life and I'm going to create some art to go with it.
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Live free or die.
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Crumpet
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: WoodsCall]
#13709505 - 12/31/10 02:29 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Cost you much? Trusting the rush to fold in unjust?
hush the fears crush, posthumous
The clutch the ruts key fraught with forgery
trust you much?
Montage minds eyes, calamity conglomerate
stagnate manikins, the tableau caberae
Audit plaudit, pry in prion, primitive equity
Surmise plebiscite bullseye
You choose bellicose, Ra knew
Ambrosia symbiosis hosts this
Endure the solution via fiotura locution
Heteromorphic piecemeal
be still till ramadan feats kill
Each meal perturbed by pyrrhic sanctity
Emerge surreptitiously and try thalasothearopy
Handed a theandric plan, slam the gunjabell
An entrepreneur at this aural guttural
An indenture in your formal free for all
Hence the tense indefensible set trends
Why are we asked to stick to this prolix?
This monolithic logorrhoea
Ochlocracy rhymester risque
The synachy Valediction of truculence
Purgatory via all elements
Neutralize prolemic pyretic poetics
Not gonna let it get down to an underground epidemic
Raucous causes cloud around
Sea meets sky and it's about to start pounding down
Loosing patients to this ancient renaissance
Avidly ravenous rubbing up static fulmination
Back to nature got a plantigrade occupation
Whats the reason for trees n birds & bees?
Peas beans & other greens fiend these
If mits grip this fatitical riddle it'll be
hay diddle diddle grab your fiddle
fazzled little piggys in the middle
go razzmatazz, glad to have
enough to suffice this written wish list
perdurable in it's rigorous tight shift
gravity addicts and holistic protagonists
lead a legion to phlogenisis
oleaginous regions commence seminiferous
seeing as im fricative and relish a lyrical relic
i shmicken and embellish this empirical psychadelic
un critical non collisional ethical epic
peptic hectic key keen to be Delphic
Crumpet
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13714002 - 01/01/11 07:28 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Something I wrote in HS... partially as a joke to see if my English teacher would try to derive some "deep meaning" from it... but I ended up enjoying writing it. Basically about seasonal change/love poem. I was pretty much trying to copy John Donne. Obviously failed miserably lol. That guy's the best poet of all time with E.E. Cummings close behind IMO. No one else should ever bother trying.
Gaze
The crimson Orb doth shine on its upward path
Manifold dying shear Tongues chase an arclite-shaft
A Blazon’d in the Northern sky for aught to see
Aye, but tis Naught nor but silt next to thee
Autumn’s Aurora ‘shrines its last wretchèd loom
The singèd eyes of the Beholden do consume
Bloodred corpses have painted what ere were green
But match’d with thine Eyes, immortal beauty be but fiend
The steeliee rapiers of nature’s torpor foal
Shrieking ghoul winds part the morbod whole
Staggered Ancients guard the secreted swoon
Silent lids watching below my Funeral Moon.
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: NoxNoctum]
#13715331 - 01/01/11 04:40 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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The white swan
serenely drifts
into the fog
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Crumpet
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it's not that chummy on an Oedipus revolt
this truculence got funny when it sounds like mind control
booze choosed bellicose, pineal assault
they hide in the gaps waiting for me too fall
they clock on n clock off
i plot along when im not aloft
they get up on downers for a lack of truth then flop the lot
when the cluey blued truly sources food there un accustomed of
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13725828 - 01/03/11 07:03 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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“Hidden Forbearers of the cosmos.
They flourished before any particles,
Their matter casting rays of light through the oblivion,
Illuminating the young oceans of emptiness.”
This is what the elderly man said,
Before lighting his pipe and abrading his grizzled beard.
Bone white rings of smoke blended in with the fire’s own,
And the smell of burning pine and aged tobacco filled the night air.
His fables of ancient and hidden cultures lured the curiosity of my youth.
Tales of their worship of the void and their forbidden rituals fascinated me.
Forgotten civilizations who communed in hollowed stone pillars.
Crimson waves of uncharted waters clashing against the structures,
Saturating the ethereal minerals that they were formed from.
Vines of hieroglyphic bejeweled woods climbed up the pillars,
Granting means of accessibility to the otherwise impenetrable objects.
Wooden bridges conjoined each individual rock mast,
Forming a disturbing of plexus of cryptic architecture.
Apertures of questionable materials were located on each stone tower.
On them were primordial carvings of nightmarish beings,
Monstrosities of epic terror that were unrevealed to the sane world.
Perhaps they were worshiped idols?
Could the pillars have been built to admire feared gods?
I asked my aged accomplice his source of such copious details.
One could not simply fabricate such awe-inspiring tales without influences.
His arms quivered from the night cold,
Or was it deep imbedded fear?
With a toke of his wooden pipe,
He began to tell me of how he was once a navigator,
A profession that required rigorous journeys to undocumented waters.
His career required him to search for landscapes and unmarked islands,
And provide the recorded data to cartographers.
Storms of immense strength were common at sea,
Yet the crew of the ship he abided in knew how to function under the extremes,
Even though none could have guessed their ultimate impending doom.
A rouge wave from the cold heart of the ocean,
Approached the portside of the vessel one night,
Like an unforeseen assassin from the depths of the aqueous abyss.
Walls of water like diamonds overwhelmed the wooden hauls,
And the interior was overflowed with salt water,
Drowning all who dreamed in their cabins that night.
The top decks were cleared of all inhabitants,
Who were thrown by the forces of the wave into the night.
My friend awoke the next morning,
Afloat on a fragmented piece of the ship,
He drifted into an unknown direction for three days and nights.
On the third night, his eyes widened at what he observed,
The stone pillars- reaching for the stars,
Like hands of those wanting the knowledge of a virgin universe.
Bellowing chants echoed across the sky,
Seeming to come from the stone pillars.
Yet nothing could prepare his sanity for what he heard next.
From a remote distance away,
Absent from his vision,
The odious howls of unseen behemoths came forth.
He imagined their appearances.
Visions of colossal beings whose heads dispersed the clouds,
And whose feet splintered the hardest crusts of the earth’s surface.
He breathed heavily,
Shaking the eeriness that came over him as he described his peril.
Everything after the sounds of the giants was forgotten,
He tells me.
I know he lies,
But I do not ask him to venture further.
His sanity may be saved by the absence of those memories.
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Here's a poem off of an album by an Australian DJ named plutonic lab. A personal favorite of mine so I thought I'd share...
Living grows around us like a skin, to shut away the outer desolation
for if we clearly marked the furthest deep, we should be dead long years before the grave
but turning around within the holy shell of worry, and discontent
we grow and flourish, and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes
Some break the shell, I believe there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls
They look both out and in
And through this cruel slit, they stare out among the cinders of the world with naked eyes
Knowing themselves, and too much El's besides
Sends chills up my spine often
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13727675 - 01/04/11 03:02 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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my brain is a fog
that my mind
cant drive through
I throw on the lights
but the haze seeps into
I try to relax
but what am I to do
when im driving through fog
and my mind says fuck you
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harf
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: masterharf]
#13730348 - 01/04/11 06:27 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Deviation of a parable roll
the satirical surpent in a sodom hole
sodden obbligato, an omnivorous Geronimo
a crustose husk hutching the grotto
Not an ockerdom quarreling an odalisque
but a sematic attractor on a pedicle to fish
A semibold simplice on an Oedipus revolt
A discountenance if it's not an apple catapult
Neither a disunion nor dissonant enshroud
It's an exigent theorem of a sagacios flout
Keratose iconoclast, the contradiction of injudicious
An odious ominous crack at the iniquity of insidious
Venus and mars between us are bars in an oncogenes class
omniscient and effectual
Renascent the regnant, renditional requiem
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13730527 - 01/04/11 06:55 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Yo weed is the shiz.
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Blondell_Letrange
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This vision/illusion
premature, we incubate
sickly wanton hothouse blooms,
juxtaposed with insidious prickle...
our exposed oozing cores
bind...
mingle,
the pus and treachery of past lives.
And with tenuous understanding,
by the way of
our fragile utopian designs.
Thrown haphazardly,
into conjuring.
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Crumpet
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Thankyou much your just enough
but it sux to be juxtapose to accrue whats just not just enough, construe?
mooving through to a new drew drop
measurments of resin are sure to crop mops
knocking on a trap door
rocking on a see saw
dropping jaw jargen
winding like a siren
with an eye on the one tiring minus the tyre ring plus
whats just just enough
fuckyou much
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13736188 - 01/05/11 06:41 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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red balloons
you constrict the flow
and float like red balloons,
inflating, dazing, dozing
on the way to the moon
i capture the glow
like a goddess bound by fear,
astral sensations sprawling
and burning up the atmosphere
when i inflict my kisses
you scream so serpentine,
guttural growls of passion
being brazenly unleashed
in heavenly gasps and groans
the oxygen slows, depletes,
your lips locked and swollen
from sucking up my dreams
your fireheart pops, explodes,
deflating lazily in the breeze,
my fever burns so brightly
while sleep with me sings the sea
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aint no blood in my body, its liquid soul in my vein
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Crumpet
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i like your kind junkyardgod
pleased to please
flustered up on mitosis lust
i wrote this in and bestowed it in the scuttlebutt
so all who anchored would jettison the clusterfuck
must i trust the lust ruts knuckle down
just enough to encrust my blunt inverted crown
what a steal, im outstanding in my field
like a scare crow who's never known much other than a weathering shield
peel me in to the shin kicking thin soil
boil up another hot shot in the pot
clock off, im knocking off the knock offs
not a drop off a cloud to enshroud the coming truculence
truth be fenced in by the oncoming crowd
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13741033 - 01/06/11 02:44 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
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thangin'.
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: thoughts]
#13745256 - 01/07/11 02:10 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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if your 555, im 666
gracefully cut n past instillation to lase to nations their placed
ape faced men adore the minotaur souring eye
bulls push n pull the cry of harikari dynasty plight
white to black the reprisal flat lined
insight the dining four pronged shiitake
while i climb the hypnogogniac flack jacket
on cron the crap got slapped and cracked the slack backwards
best to be tightend foe
i roast your host just typing bro
swipe the the sorta astral flight short
rewrite to the troglodyte astronaut
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13746653 - 01/07/11 12:09 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Here is a really special one, written in a time of great loneliness / introspective contemplation. I call it, "Everybody has a Penis."
Everybody has a Penis.
He has his,
She has his,
But some of us need a Pussy, too.
Yes, everybody has a Penis.
Stuck on Mars,
Take me to Venus,
So badly need a Pussy, it's true.
Thank you.
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nar mar mar
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: thoughts]
#13756663 - 01/09/11 10:46 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
Do you reckon you found greater creativity when in jail?
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The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13770119 - 01/11/11 07:10 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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crickets cry
the circus train
rolls away
into a lake of pain
lick the fingers
of a sungraced hand
trace the path
across the land
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Sheeno]
#13782442 - 01/13/11 09:13 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Quote:
Sheeno said:
Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
Do you reckon you found greater creativity when in jail?
Thanks.
And YES. Jail is where i actually started writing.
Having all the time in the world to get into myself
is what really helped. No work, no bills, no distractions.
It was the lowest point in my life, but i chose to
make the best of it.
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thangin'.
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: thoughts]
#13798083 - 01/16/11 07:39 PM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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A Lunar seeker, drifting away. Palm exposing, retracting divinities glow. Onward growing. Ludic faces casting out melodies from an approaching vessel. Warm air caressing cool colors, low tides refracting dim lights, watching own spirits guide celestial voice. Standing sea side.
Love to share.
Stay with me here,
Suspending selves thorough Rheas’ care.
Dissolving self-images
Nothing to bear.
Not one, not a soul, to displace us
Together weaving dreams, circumfusing the soul with demiurgical vision.
Standing sea side, rattling with life. Lifted out of this shell game which has held me captive long enough. Transposing with the outside, pouring in through every side. Infinitely stretched as gods return to trace us.
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If there were no rewards to reap,No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen hereI certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
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Congruent species within the gravitational prospector, titillating deepest within the oracles.
Schematics collapsed for a necessary relapse.
Opaque now diminished,
translucence now begun.
Interarticular shadows emitting voices,
reverberatory webs primordially ingested before given choices.
Evolutionary attainment to return to source.
The crescentic negations of self, now reduced to none,
as transparency is brought forth expressing the inner artists gun.
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If there were no rewards to reap,No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen hereI certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
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Crumpet
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Registered: 04/22/10
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Lucy was in the kitchen with the air vent on full
Jason the free mason came a running in with a candle in his hand
every time the egg timer sounded Lucy would click her fingers and take another deep breath
How in Krakatoa's name did this happen said jason
I was playing mouse trap with our little Kattie and, and...
And what? replied Lucy
And. BAM! They were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the pressure cooker lid exploding off from across the room.
Jason quickly shielded Lucy in his 20L pressure cooker covering embrace
The next minute Kattie walked in to find two glass eyes and eye patch sitting in the bowl on her high chair.
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13838353 - 01/23/11 08:17 PM (2 years, 4 months ago) |
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intertwined
we came together in a crash
where breaths were blasted away
far beyond body’s reaching grasp
to float aimless in the atmosphere
suddenly you breathed right into me
into lifeless lungs filled with ash
i felt your lips so alive and free
your tongue so wet and piercing
twisting in you dove so deep
till we tore apart like a lightning flash
thunder roared but i didn’t look back
to the strike of your beckoning voice
mesmerizing, mighty and freezing
conquering all of my fragile feelings
all my heartache slowly fleeting
to the moment i first saw you
and i swear i turned to ice
but your feverous eyes burned so bright
melting all the moisture away
infernos evaporating the messy fray
and there i stood with mouth open wide
recklessly loving you who intersects
your path so tenderly onto mine
loving so slow but sure to infect
till the moment we intertwine
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aint no blood in my body, its liquid soul in my vein
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junkyardgod
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Quote:
circastes said:
I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
That's fucking beautiful man. Delicious writing!
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aint no blood in my body, its liquid soul in my vein
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Trivial, life is trivial.
A question begs for an answer.
But no no one can answer the questions I seek.
Failure and damnation,
Everyone is hesitant to speak.
I seek a new beginning, one that will lead me away,
from a gray world filled with death and decay.
I hate this world and wish it would end,
time stands still while we all pretend.
Nature's universe.
Hope is a angle filled with a quandry.
Love and protect while death fills me.
Alive and well but the time will come,
when i'm dead and buried and find the existence that will come.
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These are some of the first song lyrics (maybe) that I've ever attempted to write. Usually I write music to a singer's lyrics and melodies, so I have no idea if this is any good. I wrote it all in one go, probably need to change rhythm and # lines and thangs. What do you all think?
A ghost wind licks the lighter's flame
You shivered by the river
But I, I never felt a thing
I don't even know
What Love is
I thought you'd show me
Won't ever be free
And your gypsy eyes
Look like infinity
So I drink into the night
You don't bother me at all
Inhale, exhale
It don't bother me at all
Nothing can bother me at all
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Edited by CarnivalBarker (01/27/11 10:06 PM)
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circastes
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Quote:
junkyardgod said:
Quote:
circastes said:
I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
That's fucking beautiful man. Delicious writing!
Thanks dude! I love it when I get good feedback like that.
Sometimes I think I could do better if I went back over it and fixed the structure up, but it feels fradulent then, like there's no flow or life to correcting mistakes as there is to writing the whole thing at once.
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"Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
"There never was any forgetfulness for Self."
-Ramana Maharshi
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It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
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Quote:
CidneyIndole said:
It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
I love the last sentence. Simple truth.
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junkyardgod
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Quote:
CidneyIndole said:
It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
Ahhh, this resounds within me...I feel it. Good stuff man.
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CidneyIndole
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You sidle up against my side,
Like never-really-meant-to-be
And serpent-tongued,
My siren sung,
‘till hollow hung my head
On memory’s still sepulchre
Broke bones of weary rest to dust
Vestigial hearts
Now beat apart
And never know another.
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I am me. We are You.
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CidneyIndole
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All the works in this thread (by me, of course, lol) were written the day they were posted, usually unedited. The first one I put here was actually meant for the "freestyle" thread in the pub. haha. But it seemed a little too deep for over there. (Seems a little shallow for over here, though.)
I'm almost surprised I didn't get a comment on that last one. Some of my work I like, some I don't. Looking at that one again, there are some elements I like...
My poetry tends to be very short and unconventional.
I like using weird/tight rhyme/meter.
I like to play with words.
Sometimes I use little to no form.
One of the things I really like about poetry as an art is just how free it is. The most free, of the literary arts.
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CidneyIndole
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This is just something short I was playing with in my head while I was cleaning...
I got your box of macaroni.
But eating out on KY Jelly
was never quite the same with you away.
Despite the many incidents
and flavors of today.
And even though you kinda used me--
Saw right through you saw right to me
it was never quite the same with you away.
Despite the many elements
that all come into play.
(finished? haha)
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I am me. We are You.
Edited by CidneyIndole (02/21/11 02:40 AM)
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Rev. Morton
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13999166 - 02/21/11 02:45 AM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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This turned out to be a good thread.
Positions of the planets in the sidereal zodiac on 1/1/11:
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DogDancing
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rev. Morton]
#14011538 - 02/23/11 03:19 AM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Sundown
I am from soil,
farm country, and the outskirts of towns.
dust and dirt are plentiful.
My nostrils are black and feel terrible,
itching and scratching now its almost bearable.
I am from sunshine, and plum trees,
from garden spiders, blowing in the breeze.
I am from the paint on my walls,
To the white flying gulls.
I am from experiments,
made by the governments.
I am from liberty,
But feel I still need clarity.
I am from defiance,
From truth, and also science.
I am from pastures where horses roam,
I am from a loving home.
I am from death,
I feel my last breath.
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CidneyIndole
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DogDancing]
#14012059 - 02/23/11 07:51 AM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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