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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 1
#22879692 - 02/08/16 04:28 PM (7 years, 11 months ago) |
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Free like a bright spark, sent skyward from a clash by who knows what. Shimmering arcing luminous brilliant HIGHER brighter. The crescendo comes at the point of the most explosive brilliance. Glowing tracing pulsing embers dropping cooling. Confined once more, grounded waiting to be sent skyward by who knows what.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 1
#22879760 - 02/08/16 04:46 PM (7 years, 11 months ago) |
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Psyc Depth. Its a fleeting glance of an unrepentent self. Inescapable mirrors of the mind. Are you greedy, are you kind?
Its a moment of clarity, through the haze of narcissism. Its a chance to breath, with but a moments fresh air. Is this what you asked for, do you even care?
Then comes the reflection of decisions already made. Upon ones shoulders, realisation, to be brave. Are you accountable, can you be saved?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: akira_akuma] 1
#22905256 - 02/14/16 07:04 PM (7 years, 11 months ago) |
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Complexity in disguise. Open your eyes. The corpse is left. But the spirit soars.
The seemingly wasted. Is crucial renewal. The stars know. They have waited.
Feelings of confinement. Cast them aside. Feel the rythm. You are the sky.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Masked] 2
#22957590 - 02/29/16 04:59 AM (7 years, 10 months ago) |
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DividedQuantum said: On Creativity
Where do I begin? There have been so many men Who sought Calliope, only to find A crashing, silent din
Beneath all structure Mending all rupture Is the light of the muses Suffusing dark's puncture
All rhythm, all thought Everything one is taught Arises deep from the bed Of the absence of naught
A fire, as it were Light that doesn't blur A clarity perfect For existence to stir
The foundation, you see Is not matter, or me But an infinite spirit Brings forth the verb, to be
We abstract from the motion And build up a fine notion Breaking up Nature's scaffold Into a thinking man's potion
Yet undivided and flowing Is Nature in her knowing There is only the one Though the many are showing
 Especially this "Beneath all structure Mending all rupture Is the light of the muses Suffusing dark's puncture"
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Soularize said: Very nice work 
Shit, well I really didn't know about this thread at all before I just posted my poem in its own thread.
Here's the poem anyhow. It's about lost and wasted friendships and their residual memories.
Lonleliness is a kiss that you give to yourself when The bliss of the world's escaped you The sound of fake chimes when you know it's just rain bouncing off chairs on the deck that you sit by Soft bullets of comforting pain
I think about all of the friendships I've ruined over the years How the memories remain - so crystal clear - that they cut through other thoughts like a razor through cloth Or a stubborn cold wind through loose dying leaves of some strange living tree The memories that you once used to warm things with Now they burn things Some sear so supreme Some sing and some sting Pieces I've lost that buckle and break Falling off into that same unreachable place Where all those other pieces have gone
I wonder how many pieces that is that I've lost now and how many one man could stand to lose Before the chips turn to cracks and the cracks turn to fault-lines Snaking their way through a heart of refuse To be broken is one thing But what about shattered? I imagine all of those pieces laid out before me Shards big and small I admire them all And find myself tempted to hold them
Some pieces are too jagged to handle Too vast to repair Some reflect and refract Some just sit there I can see further pieces but surely would fall If I reached for them all I gather up those with the least-damning edges And carry them off with half-bloodied hands To a place where they'll shine Or just rest and refine Such a beast, a lost piece is God damn.
A lost piece is better than a piece never had.
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akira_akuma said: if there was a God, a master of the universe & all things he should expect & rejoice at the questioning intellect his disbelievers, seen as just & true, righteous renouncing the blind -- leading people seeking the mind -- & rejecting it & knowing
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Masked said: I just wrote this in like 5 minutes on a late nightshift state of mind. So obviously it's cheesy and not very good, but wanted to share anyway

I like it! What is good don't be so negative on yourself
As I find myself reading through strangers thoughts I am left perturbed by the minds positional haunts Where relativity and self belief lay dormant A dangerous game of a self depreciating informant
Now I know these are just the musings of an incognito brethren But still I pause at the potential ramifications A miss step whilst treading the fine line Between just poetry and your beautiful minds
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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A story without plot. Forevever reflected within the mirrors of now. Perceptible reality a very long shot. Believing in light when its only a shadow.
The substance elusive. Restrained by the fixated. Thoughts subversive. Confined by the uninitiated.
With self eventually calmed The turbulence left to still. Changed but never harmed Being the fool on the hill.
The journey with no end. Learning to not seek glory. A comforting friend. A plot without story.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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Thankyou:) I like it! The deepest valley lies below the highest peak.
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Its a trap. Constructing self determining. Constructing levels yearning. Realitys real? Slap.
Can't hold back. Always minds eye overwhelming. Always Big picture shelving. Giving in? Slack.
Hard to take. Forever wasted struggle. Forever beautiful trouble. Which one? Make.
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The scariest peak.
What's more worrying. The fear of failure. Or in fact. Not being made happy by success.
What's more uncomfortable. The climb itself. Or in fact. Once there having nowhere else to go.
What's more pleasurable. The view from the top. Or in fact. The smell of the flowers half way.
What's more important. Seeing the snow. Or in fact. Not needing to go.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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The Pledge.
Baffled the ripple. Stymied the flow. Slowed to a trickle. no one need know.
Forces dammed in. With massive retention. liberation left rotting. Resultant societal detention.
Polluted and abused. Forcing individual strays. I'm thinking ruse. Worse these days?
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  Kindred though seperate.
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Brutally honest and refreshing, better to love and be hurt than to never love at all.
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The lonely birds choice.
Loneliness bequeaths me solitude. Shadows bring me contrast. Silence instills fortitude. Fleeting moments last.
Friendships allow perspective. An ability to understand. Rudder against the misdirective. A bird in the hand.
Mixtures of opinions. Giving credence to the humble. Threaded through billions. Righteousness will only stumble.
Finding my own balance. Inevitably individually mistaken. Ive chosen the slow dance. Mine. Beautiful. Misshapen.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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The grand illusionist.
Speck on a speck. No need for thought. Infinite cards, finite deck. Forced to accept that which is taught.
Self importance. Whimsical validity. Religions dance. Compounding hypocrisy.
More stars in space. Than grains of sand on earth. No need to chase. Insignificance the berth.
So much yet so little. Craving for importance. Existence real yet brittle. Staged is the repetitious dance.
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Air is whipping. Stars are luminous. Mind is tripping. Problems humorous.
Legs are automatic. Setting is morphing. Ripping realitys fabric. Gone moments mourning.
Slowly regaining form. Perspective altered. Calm after storm. Existence sorted.
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The enemy is near. No need to look far. Blinded by fear. History by scar.
Outwards we peer. Elephant we dont see. Unobviously clear. Maybe its me.
The battles within. No higher power. Believe and give in. Im just a flower.
Ignorance my enemy. Importance my fear. Lifestyled hypocrisy. The boat that I steer.
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Does a tree question its existence. Are we superior because we do. A life yet no feelings. As important as me and as you.
Why dont they destroy each other. As we feel that we must. The struggle born of greed. It's symbiosis not lust.
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Sun rays reaching. Life. Passing warmth decieving. Strife.
Darkness sent receding. Illumination. Coldness left needing. Exaltation.
Light needs relativity. Perspective. Shadow brings sustainability. Creative.
Minds eye decoder. Photovoltaic. Emotions shadow over. We all fake it.
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Phallic fallibility.
Signs of excess. Towering above us. Unsustainable stress. Misplaced trust.
Measures of success. Warped and contrived. How they exist. Whilst the poorest die.
Break down the towers. Bring down the dicks. Change the powers. Humanities sick.
Trophies of waste. Decorated with greed. Symbols of haste. More than we need.
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Re: Poem [Re: caman] 2
#23182768 - 05/03/16 02:48 AM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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Forever in a moment like Sunlight in a suspended dew drop. Poised like the second hand on a circular clock. Travelling though as if in some intermissionionary snap. Taking nothing and still so much to give back.
Giving like the freshness of a passing breeze. Momentary rippling of the ocean before shore calms the seas. Intwined in a moment am i and maybe you too. Struggle to make sense it'll tighten if you do.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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