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floatingupstream

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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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Loc: Australia
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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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WoodsCall
own it


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#13695209 - 12/28/10 09:31 AM (13 years, 1 month 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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#13709505 - 12/31/10 12:29 AM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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-------------------- Ronda Nina...
Edited by Crumpet (01/05/11 03:47 PM)
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NoxNoctum
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13714002 - 01/01/11 05:28 AM (13 years, 30 days 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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CarnivalBarker
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: NoxNoctum]
#13715331 - 01/01/11 02:40 PM (13 years, 29 days ago) |
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The white swan serenely drifts into the fog
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Crumpet
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Loc: Australia
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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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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Shrine Builder
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13725828 - 01/03/11 05:03 PM (13 years, 27 days 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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Crumpet
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Registered: 04/21/10
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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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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masterharf
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13727675 - 01/04/11 01:02 AM (13 years, 27 days 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
-------------------- harf
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Crumpet
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: masterharf]
#13730348 - 01/04/11 04:27 PM (13 years, 26 days 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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NoxNoctum
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13730527 - 01/04/11 04:55 PM (13 years, 26 days 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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Loc: Australia
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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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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junkyardgod
A psychedelic mess.


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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13736188 - 01/05/11 04:41 PM (13 years, 25 days 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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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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13741033 - 01/06/11 12:44 PM (13 years, 24 days 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.
-------------------- I need Jesus.
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Crumpet
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: thoughts]
#13745256 - 01/07/11 12:10 AM (13 years, 24 days 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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13746653 - 01/07/11 10:09 AM (13 years, 24 days 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.
-------------------- nar mar mar
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Sheeno


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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: thoughts]
#13756663 - 01/09/11 08:46 AM (13 years, 22 days 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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