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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) |
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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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 1
#27856644 - 07/09/22 08:58 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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Free time is the only time
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CookieCrumbs
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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) |
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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) |
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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) |
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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.
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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) |
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Shroomies are blooming And boomers bruise blue I love tripping and I also love you.
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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) |
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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) |
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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.
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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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Hi I am Scott. I have a heavyset intrigue in psychonautic/mystical experience in general. To attempt some encapsulation, an ever-refined communion of soul affinity of intrigue. A lot of creative art in the form of undefined line drawing intricacy pieces I make, and psychedelic dream catcher / dream-weaving poetry. I study pharmacology, neuroscience and quantum mechanics regularly. I also resonate with how well you provide precise nuanced detailing of the nonlinear over-arching ubiquitous subliminal spirit-heart we all are. The egoless impersonal and transpersonal spirit-heart of nonlocal/atemporal superposition of the endless, being itself the restfully zero-dimensional oneness. So that, through the higher echelon effect page contexts or entheogenic / hallucinogenic compound page referentiality, Psychonaut Wiki embodies stellarly the dichotomy of unaware-unconscienced / conscious-conscienced feeling reservoirs & technical belaborage. 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. Grooming nothingness, stammered in the site of clabbernecking's spoofed ventricle formulae, propped, "evening andover!" unto world leads preforming an incisive brittle milkout bree.. they're clammerage; Kraytrill The Anchor beading the outing sigils, thurst wavically beckons turnover bedding outro-clime supraliminal movers. Primed, arose under-growth endo-selving exo-selving slivers: pre and post persona existential influx of mysterium bidirectible/bydirections of infusement, aggregatedly repiling chainlinking disorders of corridor plummeting engrowtheringly viable to comparts of holonomadic gestation regulators inculcatively drenched and drippling. A vouchlift?, several waterbrink vouchers chafing through-in thro-grout, a bubbling tarp, oof. Skycutting skyliver moonroom stairnettle. The body/life its own personal idiosyncratic dreamscape nexus, accordingly each node of the communal beingness we are is tailored to lovingly. 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
-------------------- The nonlinear over-arching ubiquitous subliminal spirit-heart we all are. The egoless impersonal and transpersonal spirit-heart of nonlocal/atemporal superposition of the endless, being itself the restfully zero-dimensional oneness.
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A Continental Breakfast Adventure-Rousted/Roasted Schema: Dimensionless Contingent Finalities Of Smooth Phase-Transitioning Uniformity:
The paradoxical nexus of psychic relations, the intermingling nexus-radiance sustainment "down" into the outskirts of its projected cosmological territorial regions. An infinite-dimensional/non-dimensional point-apparatus on the most vast scalar limits (leaving nothing not/off). Stretching sprawls of tendril-like potentialities turning into actualities. This systemic reference point paradoxical nexus godhead, all convergent destinies intertwined/interwoven in a divinely self-adjusting, infinitely malleable spectral-fluidity of imagination/dream-weaving capabilities/capacities. The all-reaching dream-scape of the singular paradox point made only of hallucinatory-"sap" of idiosyncrasies/fluctuations/irregularities dwelling in this bizarre identity-source. A reality-horizon that undergoes all permutations, yet averages out its psychic centralizators in-stepcase with sum-setwork of true interdependency flowing in all directions. Every degree of freedom underwent, within and without. 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. Gridwork prosthesis, deja vu metronome bubbling fancied, in soury grape-like onions categorized in astringent cauterized abridged yet unbuttoned spectation-mirrorage. Splicing many a deviated boding-well. Severe drooling on present austere/stark glittering smirk-phobe invaders. Phaneron septum-lattice indistinguishabilities of placement phenomenologies, spatter mussel wishing wells, otherworldly in crackling. Nookie nook toppling of sporadic touch-feltered glistening ordeal wards. Dah buried inside, behind time's fringe-barrier recon-ventricle. Smooshed out of sidestep with novelty-gradients, now and again, Dah, always for always as of ever and in and of itself intrinsically fixed in ordering of wattage-marooning, the semblance of eclipsed silhouettes. On the underside of this fairy-go-round/amusement park, funhouse recursion and reflective prickliness stutter but continue prickling, a poke for every-wiggling tea-potter. Unicyclic unicycles with spoke-stone graspablity. 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.
-------------------- The nonlinear over-arching ubiquitous subliminal spirit-heart we all are. The egoless impersonal and transpersonal spirit-heart of nonlocal/atemporal superposition of the endless, being itself the restfully zero-dimensional oneness.
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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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Barnaby
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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) |
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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) |
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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
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) |
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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.
-------------------- 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) |
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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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psilocybinmansions said: 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...
...And some eyecandy for you:
https://www.deviantart.com/dana-ulama/art/iuzfgiuzgoiug-gif-875820620
-------------------- 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
Edited by doolhoofd (12/27/22 04:48 PM)
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Barnaby
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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) |
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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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#28121729 - 01/02/23 06:59 PM (1 year, 5 months ago) |
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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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja]
#28122103 - 01/03/23 02:42 AM (1 year, 5 months ago) |
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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) |
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When I turned myself outwards, I ran out of Me. Lost to horizons of what I could be.
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