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Doe Eyed
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12314469 - 04/01/10 08:28 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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i really like your poem hajnal
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12319421 - 04/02/10 06:01 PM (13 years, 11 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
--- 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 08:56 AM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Hajnal
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12326731 - 04/03/10 11:50 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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I'll only allow this as being a viable post if you were extremely intoxicated. yesno?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12326825 - 04/04/10 12:13 AM (13 years, 11 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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal] 1
#12327665 - 04/04/10 07:56 AM (13 years, 11 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 08:04 AM (13 years, 11 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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12337393 - 04/05/10 06:09 PM (13 years, 11 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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12342917 - 04/06/10 03:04 PM (13 years, 11 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: Calvin]
#12386552 - 04/13/10 04:52 PM (13 years, 11 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 09:50 PM (13 years, 11 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 01:39 AM (13 years, 11 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 03:03 PM (13 years, 10 months 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 03:26 AM (13 years, 10 months 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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Legalize]
#12500796 - 05/03/10 06:34 PM (13 years, 10 months 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 07:07 PM (13 years, 10 months 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 06:30 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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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 12:31 PM (13 years, 10 months 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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