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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CtK]
    #12072643 - 02/21/10 07:56 PM (10 years, 5 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 (10 years, 5 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] * 1
    #12083735 - 02/23/10 04:33 PM (10 years, 5 months ago)

great idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jeffbreir]
    #12090915 - 02/24/10 08:38 PM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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.”


___________________________________________________________________
this is the second.

The Poem Without a Title

This poem
has a title;
giggles.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: zombi]
    #12105391 - 02/27/10 12:44 AM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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]
    #12138826 - 03/04/10 01:03 AM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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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 (10 years, 5 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: oldschoolfarmer]
    #12150371 - 03/05/10 09:01 PM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HappyTrippin]
    #12161143 - 03/07/10 10:31 PM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cjesseg]
    #12163148 - 03/08/10 08:58 AM (10 years, 5 months ago)

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

:shrug: love.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Beanhead]
    #12180577 - 03/11/10 12:34 AM (10 years, 5 months ago)

There before me lay in ruin
There before me lay in rain
Chaos wrought the question 
Silence spoke the name.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sprezzatura]
    #12261087 - 03/24/10 10:49 AM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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 (10 years, 4 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #12282673 - 03/27/10 02:42 PM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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 (10 years, 4 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
    #12286483 - 03/28/10 09:38 AM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
    #12287846 - 03/28/10 03:39 PM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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 (10 years, 4 months ago)

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


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #12297934 - 03/30/10 11:04 AM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sirbojangles]
    #12301338 - 03/30/10 08:55 PM (10 years, 4 months ago)

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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