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moonrockmushy
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: christianc]
#16508040 - 07/10/12 05:12 AM (11 years, 11 months ago) |
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embarassed
I open my eyes Wasting only sleep
I believed I was lonely There was a good reason for sticking it out
Walking I wonder Is this what they talked about?
It all seems senseless and vague The hissing of waves in the desert
Puddles form around my feet Soon I am dragging
Dreams cloud the landscape I fashon my lies
Collecting bits of string Empty cigar boxes
Many bits of string Empty cigar boxes
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Enjoywho
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: moonrockmushy]
#16508067 - 07/10/12 05:24 AM (11 years, 11 months ago) |
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Here I am Once again Enjoy what you do who you no me bitch represent an OG
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CrazedPossum
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. *DELETED* [Re: Enjoywho]
#16531134 - 07/14/12 04:34 PM (11 years, 11 months ago) |
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Post deleted by CrazedPossumReason for deletion: dont want to share this poem anymore
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Vore

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CrazedPossum]
#16552756 - 07/19/12 12:36 AM (11 years, 11 months ago) |
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Who Mourns For The Executioner?
Called not of his will A bloody cleaver in hand His sole purpose To balance out
What stands
An answer to The question To silence the voice That has spoken long enough
What stands
A dark invitation A desire towards the light Wished them all the best Left with hair, flesh, and blood
What stands
The fires grow tall And not a drop of water to be spared
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Vore]
#16615110 - 07/30/12 06:06 AM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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Here kitty kitty
Witchety grubs and ugly mugs Finding their way through the meaningless scrubs Where will they go when this night is light Where will they go when this height is mite
Nothing to do in a forest of two Less and less I guess we'll find a way to meet with you In there somewhere, I don't care, I lit a flare One hundred and one metres before the baby flew
Come inside and let's be one In this city, on this rung Together we'll see what comes of the subject matter When after a strange brew we are both as mad as the hatter
Sign me a petition and I'll signal you something delicious Without a care in our underwear we dare to be bare Sex in the litter
Serious?
Sewwy is? Nothing delirious Innit? Twice today I lay in the sea shore, no the bay Spider descends, big man pretends It's not a spider but something flea
Worcester, worch the fuck does that mean? Coming and going in the inward boring flowing Out we go, the outlet is mouth-let Into a spewing see Of pictures of the deceased you and me
Muddy pilgrims lay in a stupid itchy hay It almost hurts to speak with an urge so scratchy But they resist because the laughter comes naturally
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#16632304 - 08/02/12 05:14 AM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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Nothing could prepare you for this The easy state space station kiss The long forgotten just do what you wish For it's in your best interests not to list all the list less ness
Confounded and true, the heart beats you, it's not the only way out of this maze, though your brain beats blood through it in a daze, lost in the serene unfolding of the nothing state of perfect minded minding your own business, only the mind exists. Boring! Not really. Boring! Not really! Repetitive and boring.
Within the shot finded never the less ending on the birthday of twelve. Shoot 'em ups and starry guts losing control in perfect disconnected disconnect.
Mind and falcon, losing welcome, his outstretched wings win you back to planet three and thus you and me we shout and glee and here we see it's not me but the three stolen bags of hay that aren't bags but lessons strutting into May that I find inside nothing too tasty but another stolen day.
NOT HERE TO PRETEND, LOSING CONDESCEND, FORTUITOUS RECOMMEND, I SHOUT AND SHOUT AND SHOUT
Someone listens, it's me.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#16650019 - 08/05/12 09:09 PM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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The hate I feel is real feel it again with religious zeal Why does religion ruin relationships instead of build it? I'm at a loss but I don't regret it. My family, either or, so fuck off say it to your mother fuck off Only way to let go of abandnment birthday and all I want is to others to feel pain The pain I feel that slave to that belief fertile breeding grounds, upper middle class fuck off. Do you ever dare to tell your mother to fuck off. Well this on my birthday I don't care about your scoff. Like Nirvana, it will always be a part of me There is so much that you can't see doesn't matter because there are so many masks always doing your tasks break from reality and see what is going to be Why do I hold on for acceptance?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#16657727 - 08/06/12 11:06 PM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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glad to see you all!! and thanks for the reading I am really enjoying the poetry!! not much here...maybe these were inspired by lots of things! In two worlds, two views, what would the lord have me do?
..death and birth? why are you so stricken? I already stood up; I inhaled death, a cold feeling in the breath of life.
this is a convo between God, and Powerion ;]
and God said, proceed from every word and atlast my friend you have so much power! everything has its time.. one must not give up on these earthly things till one is ready. I have seen everything under the sun, and even the stars themselves wondered to see what you were looking at.
Lord forgive me, but how do you know?
because Powerion, even you must have seen you have always been looking down.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: stumpme]
#16657909 - 08/06/12 11:39 PM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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dying planes crash again hate the life the birthday stillborn better than death I resurrect
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#16674842 - 08/10/12 02:32 AM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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I am NOT a tree I am NOT a tree I am NOT a tree I am NOT a tree
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mv356
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mrjynxx]
#16690320 - 08/12/12 10:02 PM (11 years, 10 months ago) |
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Everyday i get better at telling the truths from the lies like slowly learning to decipher rain clouds from blue skies skies starting to accept the fact that i'm not like other guys as i fly to the moon and back everytime i close my eyes realizin that we came to earth just to die like shooting stars flying by if you want to make a wish now's the time Cause ultimately times just another mask, glued to our faces by the questions that we ask, like does loving life make me a masochist? is there such thing as a cursed gift? Am i actually a dope lyricist? i think so cuz everytime i rhyme it's like a free psychedelic experience and it's easy to be inspired when our paradox is so mysterious i hear the call of the stars but can't take it seirous i guess it's just who i is it's just who i am my own biggest fan a one man bad oh and i'm programmed to paint hands red cause all the love i found went to my head starry eye'd admiring the pretty colors that i bleed as the young soldier overseas got pumped full of lead and the starving child got handed a bible instead of being fed all the words never got their chance to be said it's my own fucking sanity hanging on by a thread cause the monster that used to live under my bed somehow managed to crawl into my head
i breath knowing these chaellenges are here to seperate the boys from the men the truth from the trends the chaos from the zen the now from the when it's the recipe for heaven so rest in piece but live as a legend no point in asking questions, or asking god to send you a sign, nothing to do really but sit wait for the stars to be aligned so cross you're t's, dot you're i's ask your why's like why to i even try to ride this tide can't quite digest my pesticides today's alibi won't subdue tomorrow's sorrow's Can never get the message out of the fucking bottle or distinguish the model citizen from the criminal they wall walk in circles and keep their dreaming to a minimal as i become less human and more metaphysical highly origanal break the damn and let the chi flow
peddle to the floor i'm not gonna meddle in the affairs or mortals anymore too busy searchin mind for portals and the earth for c4 cleansing the doors of my perception realities just a word i get to write the definition pay attention cause Until the stars cause you terror you'll never know what i felt i've been so low i wanted to hang myself with orions belt i was being a whiney little bitch about the cards i was delt and realized that satan was dealing from the bottom of the deck and so i started rapping and he bobbed his head and broke his neck then i checked my hand again, and i had all four aces more than the basics blessed with the opportunity to be a glitch in the matrix release the hatrid hand in hand we can make it walking further from the masses Theres a line that seperates real from the divine and i think we passed it, puttin all my eggs in one basket as i gave you my secrets in a glass box asked you to smash it yet i never learn, still tryin to turn the page and accept that i'm not a prophet or a sage just an animal and an angel forced to share a cage stop telling me to act my age i'm 22 and i don't wanna hear your truths i don't wanna hear your lies i don't wanna hear your story unless the dies see i'm one of those red eye'd jedi's who can still hear the cries of demons that i locked away into an archaic vault screaming from the depths of my psyche saying "mikey it all your fault" i take it with a grain a salt lead the assault down into the deranged abyss that is the shadow lands of my own unexplored consciousness
PM me if u wanna hear more poems i wrote
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mv356]
#16783994 - 09/03/12 09:05 PM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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dawn of a mourn in scorn of a shore thin fauna kin in the midst
when needing a hand is twisting a wrist
day tour through a few states in one place mydriasis
i rate this
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TheMule73
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jdub1]
#16810729 - 09/08/12 11:48 AM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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Good thread
Edited by TheMule73 (09/25/12 10:06 AM)
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drkkenny
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: TheMule73]
#16811228 - 09/08/12 01:29 PM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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Honeydew harvest seems appetizing by the mouthful; how I pray for the finer riches, a caring heart to mend the many wounded garret dwellers;
Onward I must go for the forests & foreign chambers I have to yet to plunder. The frock I've assembled has fooled noone but the grandest fool of them all, myself.
Must this tragic vessel move past these rough & stormy seas, everlasting this spite appears to boil in the tragic flow of my blood. ...alas I shall be alone til the last leave falls from this weeping willow.
(Something I threw together yesterday outside of Barnes & Noble)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#16819804 - 09/09/12 08:56 PM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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MARK OFF THE ROOF:
lifes not fair they exclaimed when i was small they explained it all what comes up must fall who stands tall must end up crawling you found a way live life that stalls the walls from closing you in when your less impressive when you hang your head humble screwed over by being piss poor passive aggressive next time you address me i might have less of a shit to give i might have more of a life to live i might have changed enough to love myself more maybe just enough to ignore you and your ordinary canary coal mine mind
think what you wish spend your time washing your own dirty dishes im not apologizing for being the biggest fish shot in the barrel im not sorry any more for seeming feral im not apologizing for realizing your a terrible herald im not fucking sorry for not being careful im not sorry im me im not sorry i ended up making it harder than it had to be
i hope you arent sorry for how you act i hope you no one waits until after you packed after you relaxed right when your practically happy i hope you double checked your facts i hope you never feel like a hack when your interviewer lacks interest when your opportunity turns west when you rewrite your past for the rest of your life bitter brother and dead wife
whatever makes you feel like a man most whatever makes you forget your wasted white bread burnt toast whatever makes whatever your believe worth boasting about whatever keeps your dead dad's ghost out keep doing it keep it up keep living up to nothing i hope you live up to your dreams i hope you never change teams i wanna see you across the green field wielding what you think is the answer i hope you get cancer
PAULSBORO:
i left home the minute the option fell in my lap i found myself living in silent hill off-map an oil town never slapped with a federal cap the refinery whines behind the whining of my trap i learned i yapped i laugh and ask my uncle for a half and jacked off to the idea of girl resting her head against my back
we lived with a couple of couples and a couple of cats the black one took to rubbing her face on my hat the other two needed a smaller animal to attack so i sat and got fat fell into a pattern i thought i was better than that doing nothing compulsively and constantly distracted
i reacted tacked on a bunch of projects that required acting then the couples collapsed and the depression relapsed i was left all alone with an empty floor covered in plastic facts are facts i wont pretend living alone wasnt fantastic no one to find dirty dishes to be drastic no one to call me on my bullshit when im manic moving around wont work right if you let yourself panic
so i sat around and enjoyed the town i knew id never be back then i packed and left behind a bunch of crap and moved away from the deleware bay and the oil that made it black to the friends who thought i either didnt care or i finally cracked
to the city where your safe away from where the crack is being sold and the death of a friend makes people in their 20s feel old where you end up putting the health of your body on hold and where every strand of dignity is sold
everyone wants to buy things theyre just doing what theyre told
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sirbojangles]
#16858460 - 09/16/12 07:03 PM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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The government set up 9/11 Sending all kinds of innocent people to heaven. Blame the talaban, and FUCK their religion.
Politicians and CEOs came together with a mission. To control the worlds oil, had their palms itchin. To put a pipeline in middle of the sand. With our military presents in the middle eastern land. Blame Osama Bin Ladin, even though he was working with the man. Disregard human life, making money was the plan.
I love my country. Im a patriot. And Im ready to stand against the oppression. Ready to rally the people in this time of recession. And fight the power with full on aggression.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CaliGrown]
#16884695 - 09/21/12 03:50 AM (11 years, 9 months ago) |
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Some very good stuff in here. There's no way I could ever read it all unfortunately. Btw good one CaliGrown 
Here is my first contribution.
Four years Four years later…
Time for which there’s little to show When ones known possess fruits of effort This shell has been known without one While dreaming of something greater
Sick of bitter fruitless nights Craving nothing but universal cease of suffering So slowly all the lights were turned out And I hoped to whither in the sun
With hope of decaying outside as in But friction is absent, it's too cold No maggots will feast on this wasteful flesh As insisted, this vessel became numb
Time holds no matter, though I feel so old Years strolled by as just a blur Oh how this turn out has been bleak… Could it be any more dumb?
To hope that this heart would leak Into the land and dissipate in open air And that love would float and flow throughout There has been no use...
Nothing But still matter… I want to matter.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs] 1
#16906135 - 09/25/12 12:21 AM (11 years, 8 months ago) |
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Spill:
On closer inspection, You saw the hairs embedded in the carpet The pores sheltering debris
And you laughed in your alien voice Hardly recognized yourself What a strange combination
The mucus creeping up your throat And the dirt, and the shame, and the guilt It didn't matter much in that moment
And you laughed In your "Ha Ha Ha" They didn't know what to do
You breaking the taboo...
He looked at you The drool dripping off his chin, And you... fearless.
You did a little dance There in the swamp They thought it was all clean And you, the foreign agent
Ponder, they: What of our familiar?
Ahhh, and then we got nervous The eyes peered right in We wondered just what to do
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Vore]
#16908397 - 09/25/12 01:07 PM (11 years, 8 months ago) |
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Quote:
Vore said: Spill:
On closer inspection, You saw the hairs embedded in the carpet The pores sheltering debris
And you laughed in your alien voice Hardly recognized yourself What a strange combination
The mucus creeping up your throat And the dirt, and the shame, and the guilt It didn't matter much in that moment
And you laughed In your "Ha Ha Ha" They didn't know what to do
You breaking the taboo...
He looked at you The drool dripping off his chin, And you... fearless.
You did a little dance There in the swamp They thought it was all clean And you, the foreign agent
Ponder, they: What of our familiar?
Ahhh, and then we got nervous The eyes peered right in We wondered just what to do
interesting.. trippy. good job, i loved it
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: drkkenny]
#16986067 - 10/07/12 06:32 PM (11 years, 8 months ago) |
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Quote:
drkkenny said: Honeydew harvest seems appetizing by the mouthful; how I pray for the finer riches, a caring heart to mend the many wounded garret dwellers;
Onward I must go for the forests & foreign chambers I have to yet to plunder. The frock I've assembled has fooled noone but the grandest fool of them all, myself.
Must this tragic vessel move past these rough & stormy seas, everlasting this spite appears to boil in the tragic flow of my blood. ...alas I shall be alone til the last leave falls from this weeping willow.
(Something I threw together yesterday outside of Barnes & Noble)
This sort of style appeals to me. It's much more profound.
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