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Real_Poopypants
Stranger
Registered: 09/02/04
Posts: 237
Loc: Surrey, B.C.
Last seen: 1 year, 20 days
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Murder's at the door - so sorry I can't let you in feel the cold seep through the seams you won't bury me, I won't slip beneath. The fatal knock grows loud - it echoes through my empty space resist it - seal the door if I fail, intentions stain the floor I once was just a boy who wondered things, chased my dreams, kept searching. now my dreams like clouds high over me, hold the key... still knocking.
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Birds_Can_Swim
Fish Can Fly
Registered: 03/29/06
Posts: 1,269
Loc: Right in front of you, du...
Last seen: 17 years, 10 months
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I forget when I did this
Much less why
A storm of red A flash of silk Swift feet bring death on highest heels An angry love she can no longer feel
I do not know Mora, My Dear Sweet Lenora
Claws of the Lioness A striking of nail Passionate hate fueling her lustful drives Of sexual fear, her good hand hives
She meant nothing to me, that Cora My Dear Sweet Lenora
A pail stream on a riverbed smooth A piercing shriek, like harpy?s song Betrayal comes in the most beautiful forms God has competition, from a lover scorned
Who is this Flora, My Dear Sweet Lenora
Gentle breakings of spectacular muscles A softly ephemeral eternal embrace Tears congregate, smiles hide Love is reborn, from hatred died
You are my one, my only My Dear Sweet Lenora
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JacquesCousteau
Being.
Registered: 06/10/03
Posts: 7,825
Loc: Everywhere, Everytime.
Last seen: 1 year, 10 months
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A couple new pieces:
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Opportunity, abashed with selfish silence, dwindles in the air I've disturbed with my breath. I celebrate a fickle friend's arrival.
This fluidity, this certain sense of compliance, which kindles through the depths I've disturbed in my mind, allows me opportunity to reflect.
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I keep my hold, but without a center on it. I pray I'm whole, but it all falls down again.
I stray, I'm bold, but without a center conflict. I take it on, there's no where left to swim.
Sign in, then hold. Offer your compliance. You're red, I know. But the line is growing thin.
I scream, "I know, that I depend on failing promise..." I pray, humbled. Recognize, and start again.
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Real_Poopypants
Stranger
Registered: 09/02/04
Posts: 237
Loc: Surrey, B.C.
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wow I like that second piece a lot. Good work man.
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Hyper_Panda_GO
Team Action!
Registered: 05/28/06
Posts: 9,720
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Childish, but I like it
A flurry of feathers! A flurry of night! The Crow is in another fight!
A beak like a knife! Like a killer’s friend! The Crow is brave he likes to pretend!
He blocks the light! He blocks the breeze! Damn The Crow with the happy disease!
He flies over your head! He flies under your soul! The Crow always skims the moral toll!
He caws with glee! He caws with me! He caws when the pleasant times must flee!
Bless The Crow! And his feathery shame! The Crow has accepted your contended game!
He will bargain the stars! He will plead with the moon! He will ensure your suspected doom!
There he is now! That avian whore! The one who spies outside your door!
The one who taunts! The one who saves! The one who will guard your ephemeral grave!
Look at The Crow! Look at him sing! Of death and misery and other such things!
Will he tell of his life? Will his lies be true? It's up to The Crow, and not to you!
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JacquesCousteau
Being.
Registered: 06/10/03
Posts: 7,825
Loc: Everywhere, Everytime.
Last seen: 1 year, 10 months
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New material... un-named thus far:
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Please disregard my offenses. I did not intend to rain. My second hand revolves, but I cannot find my refrain. Steps ahead of trying, I recall reliance ending. But sending out the violence has retrieved me only pain.
I search for a second's silence, silent voices must remain; in lieu of realization, it is "search" I must abstain. I try to find my silence; try to reach past love and pain. But try, it starts to tangle. It’s much too tight in it's restraint.
The distance reaches deeper, so much deeper I must race. I see you standing strong, an inspiration in my gaze. I feel my balance trembling; I detect my fate impending. I heard there's a secret ending... one my mind cannot appraise.
I was skeptical at first, but now I'm starting to adhere to all that mumbo psychic freaks insist on whisper'n in my ear. I'm high above the ocean now. I'm starting to see clear. I found the road again, somehow. And now I must adhere.
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planetmike23
Space Cadet
Registered: 05/16/04
Posts: 21
Loc: Whittier
Last seen: 15 years, 27 days
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on the dark side of the divine light, automatons materialize within the devil's kingdom
never to know
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David_vs_Goliath
Informer
Registered: 04/01/06
Posts: 208
Loc: Chicago
Last seen: 14 years, 2 months
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Pure, free, flow, just be Slide into nature Don't question, just be
Silence the society Free your mind Open to all, just be
-------------------- "People living deeply have no fear of death." "Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love." "Our problems are man-made, therefore they may be solved by man. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings."
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SneezingPenis
ACHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!111!
Registered: 01/15/05
Posts: 15,427
Last seen: 6 years, 10 months
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Why I Hate Poetry: the poem
Shakespear replaced by Shatner Abounding Ignorance of Iambic Pentameter everyone.. thinks.... theyareapoet
Vague, ambiguous, and incomplete liberally studded with "You", "I" and "Me" you.... mustletgo.... cause I..... can't say no.....
Your poetry sucks, but excuse your chagrin because Sandburg was horrible, and so was Whitman It doesnt get any worse reading Leaves of Grass until having to read some Ogden Nash
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zappaisgod
horrid asshole
Registered: 02/11/04
Posts: 81,741
Loc: Fractallife's gym
Last seen: 7 years, 9 months
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A small incision at the base of your spine and I'm fucking your brain stem A semino-spinal slurry sublime A gnosis in the end
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JacquesCousteau
Being.
Registered: 06/10/03
Posts: 7,825
Loc: Everywhere, Everytime.
Last seen: 1 year, 10 months
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Strange and Cryptic Poetry --------------------------
If I had my way, we'd be... set free. Like the leaves of the sassafras trees.
But I sing just out of key-- and believe me-- it's the norm; and I naturally...
freeze. Like a deer-- in a halogen halo.
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Hyper_Panda_GO
Team Action!
Registered: 05/28/06
Posts: 9,720
Last seen: 10 years, 10 months
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This one belongs on myspace and the fact I don't even have a myspace, this poem shames me
The Flaw
Stab my heart See it bleed Mix the crimson With my seed Plant the seed Make sure it grows Feed its flower My bridal clothes Burn my clothes Eat the ash Put the rest Into the sash Take the sash Go to the pier Hurl the sash And drown your fear Stare at your fear Look the eyes Face the colors That made you cry Go home and cry For another day Laugh at the moon So pale and gay Tale that gay And shoot it down Watch the smiles Devolve to frowns Take those frowns And strangle them Use your hands And force the end Now write the end Dip your quill Into your veins And begin the thrill
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freebass
small beardedchild
Registered: 03/02/06
Posts: 50
Loc: SC
Last seen: 15 years, 2 months
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Walking the streets, pondering serial numbers and codes, Alone with too much noise and casual interference, finding not enough sunlight in my obscure corner, as rationed by monoliths of steel and glass and too much paper, Leaning in to constrict and belittle. Like shoulder pads, as shown by the teller at the bank, Where the long metal handrails clink down the staircase And send their song spiraling down towards the lobby Or out towards the daylight and casual interference.
one more relfecting through a foggy mirror recipient of anonymous threats wondering lost in hollow gloaming marveling high in lonely desert at heavenly bodies cast unsung unlike heroes named in neon arenas where mass's excess leaves a stain to cover up with threadbare carpet or scrub out with noxious cleansing It runs in the gutters after raining clandestine color, shapeless fluid to kill a songbird, make blind a child to cast precious stones into crucible glowing undoing nature's conquered will to make false scenes of human progress by choosing a facet of sideways sunlight as reflected through a broken mirror
-------------------- FREEDOM ACROSS THE UNIVERSE!!!
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Newbie
User of semicolons.
Registered: 07/18/04
Posts: 24,715
Loc: SoCal
Last seen: 19 hours, 25 minutes
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Re: Short poems. [Re: freebass]
#5867088 - 07/16/06 08:05 PM (17 years, 8 months ago) |
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I wrote this really quickly for an AIM away message. (sleeping)
My eyes have closed away the day And opened up the night Silent, still, alone I lay Engulfed in mental sight
Traveling through an endless plane I remember all I see Locked inside my active brain In a new reality
Time inside does not exist Nor does wrong or right When I leave I won't be missed Events won't be as bright
If you wish to see me now As hard as it may seem Lay your tired body down And join me in my dream.
Edited by Newbie (07/16/06 08:05 PM)
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mr_kite
The Watcher
Registered: 09/16/02
Posts: 2,577
Loc: shambhala
Last seen: 11 years, 8 months
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Almond fingers wrest the pen They scrawl away the dready hours He writes it like he sees it, yeah He writes it like he sees it Then he never quite believes it Till he sits inside his den again
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