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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby] * 3
    #27846713 - 07/02/22 04:57 PM (1 year, 11 months ago)

Evil


The forces of darkness
Are entering steadily
They cannot be stopped
They grip and grasp readily

Fifty years ago
There weren’t any lootings
All doors we unlocked
There weren’t these shootings

They’re a monthly occurrence
Today it would seem
We’re hoping in vain
We don’t bust our last seam

Vile nefariousness
Illegal, need not be
The land of the knave
Be a criminal and free

This force, this evil
Has an ingress increasing
In danger, suffering
Alarmingly unceasing

People tend to blame God
For our horrors and woes
Reasoning therefore
That He’s false, and He goes

People lose their faith
In anything decent
Increasingly so
What is worse is more recent

The only explanation
That makes any sense
Is that the Forces of Darkness
Have scaled the fence

Disconnected from necessity
Evil is pure harm
Malevolence and violence
Panicking alarm

From the depths of Hades
To all parts of the Earth
Keeping God on the sideline
For what it is worth


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Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] * 1
    #27856644 - 07/09/22 08:58 PM (1 year, 11 months ago)

:heart:


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          :dancingbear: Free time is the only time :dancingbear:                    :thatsinteresting:

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs] * 1
    #27868408 - 07/19/22 12:39 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

Sit down
Pay attention
Shut the fuck up

Deny by default
Hate out of habit
You never learn
Because you

Crucify the messenger

Coward
Bully
Traitor

Not to this nation
Fuck this country
Traitor to the ideology
You supposedly uphold

Walking blindly
Carrying the status quo
On your empty words
In your empty skull

Because that is how you survive
That is how the things nice to you
Don’t have to change
So smother the threat to lifelong luxury

Let’s drop the pretense
Your values are dead
As dead as the innocent
Your sacrifices of blissful ignorance

Your words are as empty
As the lives of millions
Struggling to survive

Coward
Bully
Traitor

The heroes you fetishize
The men you idolize
The practice you preach
Could not be

More comically contradictory
You are a plague
Of cognitive dissidence
A disease of habitual hypocrisy

Carry on, carry on

Tell yourself its right
But really it’s safe
It’s spineless, tasteless, thoughtless
The illusion of a coward

Coward
Heretic
Tyrant
Traitor

I will live forever
In the integrity
Of my morality

And your name
Will be eroded away
By the sands of history
Another faceless tyrant

Forgotten as just one
Of countless oppositions
To the eternal philosophy

That you wear
But do not hold

Coward
Traitor
Look
In the fucking mirror


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs]
    #27868421 - 07/19/22 01:08 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

A dead father
why bother

A mother who hates one
doesn't matter I am her son

I give up on the whole family ideal
mine is one endless ordeal

Not even sure if I will have kids myself or marry in time
Everything in media for the most part makes it look so sublime

My youth sucked
bloody well fucked

How much suffering was created
By two that never should have been fated

Made it through and am alive now
so many women wanting a bow

But I remember friends and alimony and child support payments
Hiding beer in divers places and the bank statements

I get why it is a 50/50 shot
and with the bottom half what have you bought?

An expensive worthless ring
that no longer means a thing

What a waste
leaves a bad taste

And child support
seen that court report

So no, not for me
Just you let me and I let you be

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #27915647 - 08/23/22 07:39 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

No one for poetry over 30 days old
People and their attention spans have gone could.

Life and what it will be
Whenever it will be we will shall see.

Not afraid, seems great for some
Others, not so fortunate, just a joke.

And oh yes, from the best just watch Amazon and R.O.P, will stand the test.

Read the books and from the looks they feel like dumb shits
Giving a fit
Chomping at the bit.

I have Prime for the products,
not this stupid woke and fake garbage.

Watch it theatres and watch it with your friends
It is is free, the first two episodes that will never end

God/life you can't pay me enough to do so.

Is like a Babylon whore
all that is in store

In this series that cost a billion
that makes the first game of thrones, dragon whatever seem like a trillion

Tired of this woke bullshit
having a fit

Political tides are changing
many are in for a rude awaking

God just read the comments
So many sentiments

To what was
and now, just because

Dumb shit is dumb shit
money flies into wasps pit


Not watching it though free, with a scree, from all the commentree, of this shit t.v.  Lol.

The Tolkien and the the other R.R. that can't finish his fucking book
but gave it a look.  (Not Peter Jackson, never sent the script to after he said, sure, I would be happy to look at)

Is time for the great pile of shit
that is legit
and this is the time for it.

We are ready and Amazon is bringing on
like a fat dwarf in a thong.


Edited by Barnaby (08/23/22 07:51 PM)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby] * 1
    #27915682 - 08/23/22 08:19 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Shroomies are blooming
And boomers bruise blue
I love tripping and I also love you.

      :love:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: The Blind Ass]
    #27915716 - 08/23/22 09:07 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

30 days plus.

The soul of the shroomery has left

Just a joke.

God it is like anything I write
is trite
and gives a fright.

You get the flow.

Shall I go, been there in the day.
Place is shit
what drawned me to it.

I just get the vibe to an extent
they are fake to a degree
yet still free

They have no ill intent and want to challenge everything
yet what are their lives with Aaron and main man

To lazy to do anything in the series that was different because didn't want to leave his Vegas home
and talk to them from

Lazy and rich

I just don't like him anymore.  But I like what he has done
to show some sun
on what is done.

God they are grouping together.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby] * 3
    #27918965 - 08/25/22 10:00 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Past chaos is not missed, it persists and haunts
On the outside bliss, deep inside.. rotting, gaunt.

Old demons fade, but are just a thought away
Nature heals, but through a deathly decay.

Everything will be fine, that's what some people say
While each passing moment, our lives fade away.

The unique human mind, capable of amazing feats
Some stressed by free time, while some struggle to eat.

Every war has a winner, but even the winners suffer
The victory by definition, at the expense of some other.

So then what is the goal, what is any fight for?
Valuable lessons learned, but leave us searching for more.

Integrating it all, fuck, what a mess.
Even things that seem small, may prove the ultimate test.

Edited by feevers (08/25/22 10:16 PM)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: feevers] * 1
    #27950511 - 09/14/22 09:11 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

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The fourth wall of existence is performing your life and witnesses you. From surficial mundane stimulant administrative effects or depressant seeming dirge factors of violitional motivation stripping, then onto the everything-is-everything, anyone looking out anywhere, as anything, is the supreme real, routed of self-designation, idiosyncratic how they built infinity into all everyone else's. Because only one of us exists, not needing to exhaustively shuffle through localizations of the nonlocal. I've had many a non-substrate mediated spiritual experience, they simply can alert itself to you unplanned, spontaneous. Then a near-death situation I contended with, when after acute administration of a non-lethal quantity of polistirex DXM I physiologically began dying. I have severe brain injury from cessation of neuronal oxygenation, or is this psychogenic in the context of the experience of non-integrative communing with the far-in and out reality / altered routing-schema concerning the localized persona to the all-arching nonlinear field-space of metaphysical blanketing/cushioning. "Our topple, our tumble, our spiral from grace, we're held together, yet out of place, beyond the veil lies a frequency suggestive of a wisp of sweet ectasy". Nested beings, like fractalizing dreams within dreams, recrystalizing bioluminescent permeability field lattice strands. Dripping the heel, inside but beform, that which maps stencil apprisement delocalization features. This thee as-aboveness, soul below the mercuial drilling mainframe billowing outwaddler outwick, the arc natively napped, pinged, about an inter-sidestep of someone smooshed ablequaintive, reeling upmirth connotationally, these sparks witheld of. Hoodlum sleep vesicle rile-ups or itself bellowingly. The organic practical, and the occluded off-frame perceptual-warping vorticies. A perimeter carving as ends or beginnings, non-requisite. Picks up where it doesn't leave off. Reefactual-sire sports that hoopla selection eyeingly, a bout of relegatory timetable consortment grottlepack tensile-inclusion issuement. Counter-maneuverings, upon the expectation premises taken asunder via their interchange abruptly, offset, imploring novelty procession of willfully flexible fastening rotary resinous tracts. These paradox points, like diving spools amassing themselves. Celestial holograph stood pooling stood, lymphatical spirit deposits - discoverable winding theirselves down-n-out for some freshened gill mote sonny coma wiles verifiably disabused, this anti-imbursed bind-spoke. An effulgent sticky scenic-rouse, namedly, milehanded monopole constructor of grit at nitty. 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The central principles of reality are ultimately: unconditional love for itself which is all (the stranger, the closer to divine homing), an infinite novelty generating superposition of anything goesness of untamed degrees of freedom and nonlinear imaginative scope. Couched with infinitude of spirit-heart, the multiversing branches and branchlets are tempered of superpossesive rift inconsolablity. The point being, that everything whatsoever anywhere is here and there to work out, respective to each iteration auric signature of procession or timeline. That the idio-context be honored transmutatively, and ones essential infancy in each be ever-utilized of homing beacon. Restoration, revitalization, rejuvenation, reinvigoration to subtlety of time dialative sacral principality. Communal heavenscape of restfulness. An infinity branching labyrinth soul-node domain auric-signature, summarizively circuitous with its infinite selform of nonselfing. Every soul-node, a dreamer cast and recast in front of their higher selves of wavelength levels and everything's pinnacle absolvent omni-dreameringness. The unreality of reality singularity multiphasal-multimodular imaginer of all imaginers, becomes its creation, evolves thro' it, participates from the particular nodular context. The soul alcove funscape / wishfulfillence holodeck, of each entity organism, and the communal holodeck. Your site interlocks into my focal points of interest, the rearing ground I see for the self/mass and teleological vision on all self exemplified. Briskness. Thimble


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Universal Heaven] * 1
    #27950534 - 09/14/22 09:30 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)



A Continental Breakfast Adventure-Rousted/Roasted Schema: Dimensionless Contingent Finalities Of Smooth Phase-Transitioning Uniformity:

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Nothing could get stuck, as it knew beforth from running every scenario imaginable and unimaginable throughout itself. The basis of everything ever, this paradoxical transpersonal impersonal nexus-identity, is the mainstay of every psychic centralizator (observer). Tumbling around and bouncing in the absolute tangle of barometric-aware vines, there existing a sea of adrift tentacle fuzzballs, deceptively autonomic. Massive alert-status ambience breach! Riddling confoundment labyrinths, waiting for something that stickies itself in identification psychically. A portion of us, a psychic cord from before-life, keeping you at hold in the doorway and exit (birth), and (death) the exit and entrance. Tapestry fields of potentiality and actuality, seen displayed before us. Betwixt interdimensional rifts, filament structures only appearing as thus to sensory/perceptual/experiential interpretations of each user and their interface with outerly stale swoon-britching overlaying. The immediate/proximal environmental/architectural manifolding. Above and below, unresolving and resolving, deconstructive and reconstructive. Agency-tier'd interfolded diffusion of symmetry breakages, simultaneously everything at core. A dancing mirage of user-cords all inseparably tethered in geometric applicatatory swirls and curls to the userless paradoxical identity. Macro-waves and micro-packet fields adjust amidst tubular branchlets of pseudo-unconscious appearential unseamed resolution-sets. The syncope dream-chambers rising and falling with slow-wave resting 3D-networked breathing ceilings, essentially spool-workings. Comatose photonic seizure macro-convulsions rippling cosmologically in a rabbit hole singularity engorging with vivid jungle-organelles, an array of synthetic and meta-unanything "machinescapes." The unanything faculty roused via vital aggregate-scapes, of verve-degree'd rotating intricacy traveling in vector-fabric fibers scattering grid-lit meshing organica siphoning-centers. Pivoting on a multi-pylon'd tensile alpha and omega transliteration + transproliferation bloomfield, secluded. There existing spongey-factorization oft excluded or even occluded. A league of mushy phantasm-bending suctioncup-rearing shipwreck cloisterfuck loft/crawlspace scrapyards. Meandering mandible-modules appropriate living-intent in holonomic values. Keeper-functionality, placing constraints on convex cut-offs, a magnitude distortion/reabsorption safety-net, for all plots and pertinent corridors slinging localities and temporal sectors at all angular momentum cottage-shapeshifters, culling into alignment. The coordinate-proto-spheric provisional abstractive guiles, poured into miniaturized swampman, encoded by sheer information integration nausea-steepness. 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Weeping mouth-stand on sale, with follicles. Popping an overturned amnesic vacuum-dried life-force set of nodes, the isness of cushion-velcro offgasing ideologically and unmistakenly in naked stencil skeleton-resembling beings, multi-eye socket'd, crawling sky-wide in factories with needle-definitions. In draining aperture clefts for mucus-smitten balloonland side-glances, asphyxiation of sweet serenity/mental disorders is the causally chained attunement of substation bravado-dolls. Become like in their covered hiding-fort selves, themselves, the selves - subjectively frame'd in null-set validation, timelessly brocaded with brochure-besmittenment hue. Cot.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Universal Heaven]
    #27989940 - 10/09/22 10:47 AM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Heres one hawked off the top...


Its the sensible chuckle of life
The correction to struggle and strife
The point made to cut like a knife
Unto the ending of mans wrought delight

Oh haha, heehee
This sensible chuckle certainly got the best of little ol' me

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: will-o-wisp]
    #27990957 - 10/09/22 08:47 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Being born
the joy of life

So much strife
but, it, is, just life

nuking each other
to each their brother

never expected it when born
the world really torn

How I chose to start living and stop fearing the bomb
Kubrick film

Back to the Cuba missle crises so saith Biden
just in a different way, who knows who is at play

It made me think and drink
what I care about in life

Watched a movie with people with implants of A.I.
someone commanding one every second of every day

My whole body revolted against the idea
but a lot of life is being made extreemly clear

We all have free will and that is what is trying to be taken away
nothing of oneself, as the world is in play.  Funny how simple it is to all go away.

But my plans I say!
God has his own plans by the way.

Fuck religion, fuck governments, fuck this corruption.
Seeds of destruction.

On its way
plans are coming to fruition today



Is amusing to go through it as everyone does just in different ways.  I feel humility and mercy. 

We are eternal, never forget that.  Took a long time to let go of the fear and realize.

On with life.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby]
    #28039158 - 11/07/22 08:11 PM (1 year, 7 months ago)

To beat of radio song hit : I’m good and feeling alright




I dosed
And i’m tripping tonight
And it’s gunna be the best fucking high of my life
Open eyes
I’ll see colors bend and fragment into the lights
Yea I dosed
And I’m tripping tonight
:trippinbawelz: Lol
I want weed versions too lol


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] * 2
    #28109132 - 12/22/22 07:01 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

Posh Dosh: A Poem About The Almighty Dollar - by doolhoofd

Listen here: soundcloud.com/doolhoofddiscobol/posh-dosh

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01) ₮he moolah is the magic key
that opens our society:
people will do all you say,
ev'rythin'll go your way.

02) €v'rybody worships dough,
'cause we all wanna run the show.
Sick'ning greed without restraint,
run the tre'dmill till you faint.

03) Дt the cashbox: five, six, sev'n,
hurry up to make elev'n;
a nickel & two pennies more -
grab y'r bags, rush out the door.

04) ₮urn the tube on: more disasters!
You're a puppet, they're the masters.
If only you could save some green!
You'd finally shake that nagging spleen.

05) Дn'mals crushed industrially,
a fat cat for the pres'dency.
Corrupted idiocr'cy!
Ev'rything is vanity.

06) ₱eeps don't care 'bout one another,
love comes only from your mother.
The rich survive, lean 'n' mean,
the darkest cashflows go unseen.

07) ₡ap'talism's quite immoral,
but the scent you flaunt is floral;
the world's real cold, cruel & vicious,
but rare steak is so delicious!

08) ฿read & circ'ses keep you dumb,
screens all 'round that make us numb;
mindless glutt'ny fills your life,
trapped inside this endless strife.

09) ฿uy now! Get rich! Look cool. Feel Great!!
Advertrashment's our sad fate.
Browse for brand-new stuff online:
go, spend it all! You'll be just fine!

10) €arn a livin'! Play it fair!
The irony: you'll get nowhere.
To chase your dreams you cog away,
each & ev'ry liv'long day.

11) ฿e good. Shut up. Just do the chore.
Go to work & play the whore.
A weekend out, a tiny flat;
you'll always be a poor grey rat.

12) ₱ower, water, doctors, dinner,
watch your bank account get thinner;
"Visa, MasterCard or credit?"
Cash flies eaz'ly if you let it.

13) ₮ax! Insurance! Gas! Phone! Rent!
Cough up NOW or go get bent!
They'll grope, they'll nab, they'll grip, they'll grab,
till they've cleared out your whole tab.

14) €xpenses pile up way too high!
Your reserves've all run dry!
Fear now gets the best of you!
Panickin's all you can do...

15) $leepless nights & gloomy days,
calculatin' valid ways
to crawl out this red pit you're in,
& turn your loss 'round to a win.

16) ¥ou'll wonder then, when nothin's left:
isn't "profit" merely theft?
& If you don't believe that's true,
le'me spell it out for you.

17) ₡an't prop up their cunning tricks?
Then they'll cling to you like ticks
& drain your wallet even more;
you'll sink to poverty galore.

18) ¥ou'll be evicted from your space,
replaced, erased, a broke disgrace,
a homeless bum, a basket case;
stray victim of our heartless race.

19) ₫own on the streets is where you'll live,
sleep on a bench, beg folks to give
their hard-earn'd coin away for naught;
your image makes 'em all distraught.

20) ₥add'ning inequalities!
A few buffs swim in boodle seas:
for them the mass shall plod & sweat,
while hope for change is absent yet.




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Penny: 'What are you and Professor FussyFace up to tonight?'
Leonard: "Star Wars on Blu-ray."
Penny: 'Haven't you seen that movie like, a thousand times?'
Leonard: "Not on Blu-ray. Only twice on Blu-ray."
Penny: 'Oh, Leonard...'
Leonard: "I know. It's high-resolution sadness."
- The Big Bang Theory, S07E09

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: doolhoofd] * 2
    #28113608 - 12/27/22 02:04 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

Silent and forcing, night drips through the sky, demons curdle in the fierce desert of the Earth's basement, transforming into thoughts of harm and remorse. Lit fuses mistake themselves for candles as the switchbox turns ninety degrees. Steady recurrences of static in the eye, like the old televisions - just a line. Leaves are tongues here, ensuring the air is taste tested. Why a perch for a bird? I perch on nonchanlantism. She doesn't seem to care? Coughing mixtures of what would steal the day on the ultimate heist, screaming salads, cracks and errs on the side of caution, speaking softly through a window because it's polite not to breathe someone else's air...

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: psilocybinmansions]
    #28113893 - 12/27/22 10:49 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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Silent and forcing, night drips through the sky, demons curdle in the fierce desert of the Earth's basement, transforming into thoughts of harm and remorse. Lit fuses mistake themselves for candles as the switchbox turns ninety degrees. Steady recurrences of static in the eye, like the old televisions - just a line. Leaves are tongues here, ensuring the air is taste tested. Why a perch for a bird? I perch on nonchanlantism. She doesn't seem to care? Coughing mixtures of what would steal the day on the ultimate heist, screaming salads, cracks and errs on the side of caution, speaking softly through a window because it's polite not to breathe someone else's air...




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Penny: 'What are you and Professor FussyFace up to tonight?'
Leonard: "Star Wars on Blu-ray."
Penny: 'Haven't you seen that movie like, a thousand times?'
Leonard: "Not on Blu-ray. Only twice on Blu-ray."
Penny: 'Oh, Leonard...'
Leonard: "I know. It's high-resolution sadness."
- The Big Bang Theory, S07E09

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: doolhoofd]
    #28116103 - 12/29/22 08:37 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

January is coming
31 days of pollution and is something

Wasted a lot of hundreds in Vegas
I take a loss, no one to save us

Denver booked in February
Kind of a sanctuary

A second home


In all seriousness will not go
If the weather is to and fro

Seems like a bad idea
but is done
learn son

For it is done.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby] * 1
    #28121729 - 01/02/23 06:59 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

Looking finding.

Experiential merit.
Yes no's.
Sober incoherence.
Now shows.
Jigsawed perspectives.
Edgeless map.
Perfect solution.
Incompleteness trap.
Unified perfection.
Undoes itself.
Poetic confusions
Insofar themselves.
Clarified reality.
Patterns flawed.
Inconsistently always.
Fibboniacally restored.)


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Just a fool on the hill.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja]
    #28122103 - 01/03/23 02:42 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

When everything looks bleak
and ones life feels incomplete

What does one do?

Go on a staycation
call it a vacation
wallow in the to and fro

Life as a traveler
and very much a rambler
snow is treacherous this year

So go find a pub
and others that chug/drug
and the pain just disappears

So your team lost
by quite a lot
it hurts but why cry in your beer?

A gamblers insantity
far from reality
the endless frality

Of debts being paid

A hollow feeling
feels like I am sinking

Yet their is hope afterall.

Life turns around
nary a frown

And Spring shall soon be here.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] * 2
    #28138941 - 01/14/23 03:50 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

When I turned myself outwards, I ran out of Me.
Lost to horizons of what I could be.
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