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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #17013393 - 10/11/12 04:41 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

The think I love about poetry is, every time I see a word spelled incorrectly, or the "incorrect" homophone used in place of the one that would usually be intended in this thread, I do a double take and end up convincing myself it was actually intentional on basis of artistic merit.

:lol:  Good stuff though, dig the thread idea.


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There are more people imprisoned for the commission of drug offenses in the United States - close to 500,000 - than are incarcerated in England, France, Germany, and Japan for all crimes combined.  Examined in another way, the United States has 100,000 more people incarcerated for nonviolent drug offenses than all the countries of the European Union combined, despite the fact that the European Union has 100 million more citizens. :crankey: 

- "Drugs and Drug Policy: The Control of Consciousness Alteration, 2007.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Shpongle1]
    #17039482 - 10/16/12 12:25 AM (11 years, 8 months ago)

The blade missed my heart
But it was pierced anyway
Bearing the weight of the world
As I am steadily crushed

Men deserve more than they have
Knowing that somehow
They were meant for more
Than this shallow existence
More than flaws of system

So steal from your fellow man
And make yours what was meant
Violence begets violence
As hate makes hate
And greed feeds greed
Is there no one to stop this?

I want to gouge my eyes out
So I will see no more
This devastation of my people
I want to blow my ears out
So I will hear no more
The cries of criminals and victims

The Empires of man
Were built with blood, sweat, and tears
But not of the kings and politicians
Who reign for a god they don’t know
Each only demanding more of the downtrodden
And it will never be enough

I cut my chest open
So I feel no more
This god forsaken continuum
With a blade jammed in my breast


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs]
    #17057884 - 10/18/12 09:08 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

"The Knife Cries"

The knife cries through smooth death. That's un-debatable.
What remains to be seen is the knifes true form, and
What's the death?
To die, be dying, so many kinds of death. It;s definition is unreliable and form fitted
To the shapes of our bodies, like tan lycra you might have worn during your morning run
To strengthen your heart, and body, to extend your life.

Extend your life?

How could you know it's been extended unless you know you've died?
Your life is the form.
Yet not always true, it's tempered, sharpen-able, but always dulling as it gets used.
As you get used.
There's an obvious handle. Even a child picks up a knife by it's handle.
Their keen eyes see the sharpness of its edge.
The edge is the form.
Always true. Stepping off, falling off, there is always an edge.
How far is it?
Probably not as far as death.
Probably not as smooth.

There is rarely jagged death, but form can be jagged.
the form of an edge, the form of a knife, the form of a death.
The form of a body falling loosely to the ground
In an exhale of exhaustion that is not the precusrsor to a breath.
Smooth breath on the edge of death.
Jagged edge in form and completion.
Smooth death crying for the knife.
Don't cry for death, cry, if you will, for life.
Not the longing for an end.
The yearning for incompletion?
No.
The yearning for completion?
No.
Completion.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Psychedelic Pupil]
    #17074451 - 10/21/12 05:40 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

Cold, hard, and smooth to the touch
warm, running, and rushing up
i breath you in, to hold my drudge
i feel you embrace, and start to nudge
you flow through me, with arms held wide
a crashing of the water, held high with the tide
this burning is holding me, at the edge
the dragon is chasing, he had nothing, he fled
your silk white gown, smokes with cloud
your sinking frown, holds me to ground
the weight coming back, i need you more
back to the drudge, till i have some more

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StockyRocky] * 1
    #17074498 - 10/21/12 05:45 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

Love is the only truth,
yet love can exist without truth,
you will find neither here, nor anywhere,
you say you will wait forever,
no matter how long,
but no love will you find,
the rain will fall and the wind will blow,
a damp cold curse over your soul.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StockyRocky]
    #17078561 - 10/22/12 11:59 AM (11 years, 8 months ago)

Shit!

Edited by 245willow19 (01/20/13 10:49 AM)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19]
    #17078978 - 10/22/12 01:12 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

Nice work.  Awesome phrasing and imagery

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: moonrockmushy] * 2
    #17089068 - 10/23/12 09:46 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Mother

I looked at you like a memory.

I bit your skin, and peeled away
your bitter rind. Spitting out seeds,
you were just as sour
as I expected.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: psilocybepoetess]
    #17097428 - 10/25/12 06:50 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Quote:

psilocybepoetess said:
Mother

I looked at you like a memory.

I bit your skin, and peeled away
your bitter rind. Spitting out seeds,
you were just as sour
as I expected.




I love the simplicity of this and Ouch! it makes me kind of hurt


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Psychedelic Pupil]
    #17097445 - 10/25/12 06:57 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Thank you, Psychedelic Pupil.

These lines are killer,
"Your life is the form.
Yet not always true, it's tempered, sharpen-able,... always dulling as it gets used.
As you get used...
Even a child picks up a knife by it's handle."

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: psilocybepoetess]
    #17097489 - 10/25/12 07:15 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

And thank you. There's actually 3 other parts that are just as long. I just got tired of typing so I stopped there. Here's the next part.

Completion?
How can so many experiences end?
The search for knowledge?
Discovering the past talents or traits left behind by some prime intuition
Of a way that has past like all other ways.
But not past into the distant oblivion.
That's not our memory. Our memory is here, what has formed around us and within us.
It is shared and justified with others. The experience must be justified or the memory is not complete.
And never is, because the further from the memory you go the more you can pick it up
And roll it around to reveal new facets to its shape that somehow you missed before.
What, was missed before.
What was missed before?
What, did you say?
What, did you mean?
What the fuck is going on?
Why is what missed so often?
Not only before but now and again, right there, I just missed another what.
Why can't we learn, what?
Why don't we ask, what?
Why didn't I say, what?
I don't understand.
I can't remember.
That memory that formed a circle around that information I was supposed to hang on to
So I wouldn't have to say, what, has somehow now faded.
It is not a circle that holds or contains.
Now a circle that's a void for knowledge to pass through.
What, was in the void.
What, is in the world.
What, are all my meager experiences accumulating to?
What, are all my extraordinary experiences boiling down to?
It all boils down to something, I should have just asked...what?


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Psychedelic Pupil] * 1
    #17114482 - 10/27/12 10:07 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Not a wink of sleep
Life's a waking dream
Not for a week
No sleep sleep sleep
No end in sight
No internal drive
Just my tortured mind
Reflective suicide

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Opinionatticus]
    #17115534 - 10/28/12 01:22 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

(Just had one of the greatest nights of my life and this is what i'm feeling right now:)

LETTING GO (IS NOT A PROCESS)

buzzed into the oblivion of love.
fuck it.
that's my motto.
fuck it.

who gives a flying fuck?
it's here.
why think about it?
why theorize about it?
why look for answers?

it's right fucking here.
there is no fucking path.
there is no fucking thing to follow.
no explicit rules.
it's here.

that's it.
let it go.
let it go.
let it go.

what the fuck else is there?
tomorrow?
it doesn't exist.
yesterday?
gone too.

what the fuck else is there.
wake up.
you have it all.

why fight it?
why play games with yourself?
why try so hard?

it's now.
that's it.
let it go.
you don't have to wear a mask.
you don't have to be anything.

let it all go.
ride the waves
it's all around you.
this is it.
this is all you'll ever know.

you can lock yourself away
and drain yourself in hope.
or you can open the fuck up
right now.
you can forget about it all
right now.

it's a game.
it's all it is.
we try so hard.
we swim against the current.

go with it.
whatever it is, go with it.
no lust for result.
no expectations.
no more fucking hope.

it's now or never.
the love is already here
it's within you.
it's always there
and you run from it.

you ask questions.
you look in the wrong places.
stop looking.
the search is over.

the treasure has been found.
it's within.
it always has been.
what are you fighting?
what are you lying about now?

forget all that.
forget it.
what is there to do
but accept this?
and let it be?
what else is there?

nothing.
you are it.
you always have been.
it's so easy to forget.
it's so easy to get lost
in all that thought
all that illusion.

you don't need anyone
or anything
to bring it out.

let go of all that.
no more holding on.
no more childish games.

you know the truth.
there is nothing to correct.
there is nothing to figure out.

it's now.
that's all you'll ever have.
leave the meaning out.
just let it go.

you've always been there.
all you have to do
is remember.

:heart:


(yea it's not a sublime work of genius but it's from the heart, so as the poem states, "fuck it." hope you enjoyed :smile:)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: fallingbacktoearth]
    #17116167 - 10/28/12 06:39 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Quote:

Opinionatticus said:
Not a wink of sleep
Life's a waking dream
Not for a week
No sleep sleep sleep
No end in sight
No internal drive
Just my tortured mind
Reflective suicide



Well written and depressing. I've been there before. Thankful things got better.

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(Just had one of the greatest nights of my life and this is what i'm feeling right now:)

(yea it's not a sublime work of genius but it's from the heart, so as the poem states, "fuck it." hope you enjoyed :smile:)




I like it! It's filled with lots of hope! Thanks for sharing.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sirbojangles]
    #17122279 - 10/29/12 07:05 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Quote:

sirbojangles said:


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: TheMule73]
    #17124119 - 10/29/12 01:34 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Shit!

Edited by 245willow19 (01/20/13 10:50 AM)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19] * 1
    #17137100 - 10/31/12 02:25 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Becoming something other...
Enveloped in this fleshy chrysalis,
I feel the alien limbs stretch restlessly,
Some rudimentary things adorned with
Claws and scales.
This thing inside me quickens,
Brought to life by the cauterizing heat
within my heart.
It hungers.
It gnashes fangs.
It waits to shed this suppurating shell
of soft pink meat
And spread its magnificent,
Coldly glistening wings.
It watches from within,
Hoping someday to sample the flavors
of human flesh.
It goes by many names,
Demon,
Anger,
But it knows not these monikers,
For its language is its own,
Made up of the smell of fear
And the squeals of prey.
Watch it transform within me.
Watch as it changes me.
Watch me becoming.
Watch it blossom like a spoiled,
Putrid flower.
And know that you have triggered this,
By planting this evil seed within my heart.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KS_funguy]
    #17137162 - 10/31/12 02:35 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

The Sky Opened up



Yo, I saw the sky open up
I thought i've seen some things but I guess it's not enough
Bright light Saturated color, I tell em' Bright light Saturated Color
Things are not as duller

Opening my eyes is like a remedy
Pouring out my feelings just so i can see a friend in me
While lending me the profits from a trickled down successor tree
Hoping in the end that it would open up the best in me

But nows the time, to open up and sense again
and hopefully progress ourselves into better enlightened men
Think about the now instead of hanging on to then
and then you'll start to see the colors of the ones who can

So don't give up
See it with your minds eye
open the door and say hello and not goodbye
Entrance step onto the stage, Open another chapter or another page



Yo, I saw the sky open up
I thought i've seen some things but I guess it's not enough
Bright light Saturated color
I tell em' Bright light Saturated Color



Hold on, while I continue breathing
and try to capture every bit of life's beautiful meaning
Now it's seeming, so hard to see the light while i'm still dreaming
While everyday just takes a little bit of sweet believing

Now you see, the level of the rebel that is me
and if you don't believe in deja' vu' believe in destiny
Because there might be a message that is floating in the sea
and if you don't open your eyes then that message won't be freed

But yo check it, I might just get elected
My verse could curse the wickeds worse if you could only catch it
Now just set it, like an old recorded memory
Blending all my senses just becomes a routine tendency

Now can you find, the piece that has been missing
You might just hear some wisdom words so sit back take a listen
And i'd be lying if I said I've never hurt
But whether you or I felt the pain we try to make it work



Yo, I saw the sky open up
I thought i've seen some things but I guess it's not enough
Bright light Saturated color
I tell em' Bright light Saturated Color


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Big Worm]
    #17152144 - 11/03/12 07:59 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

Some truly amazing work in here guys. I personally thank you all for sharing and I try to read it all whenever someone posts. Keep it up!

Tease me
Beg to please me
Pretend to see me
And leave me

Give new meaning
To helpless
Broken down
Souls cast to oblivion

Working toward freedom
Seeking the ease
Only the void
This is not relief

Feel dead
Beg to be dead
Pretend to be dead
And die.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs]
    #17153391 - 11/03/12 12:50 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

My days are numbered.
Ties are severed and
    bridges burned.
Each day that passes,
Sun setting like a
    guillotine.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
For everyone else the
    world still turns.
But I am left a ghost,
Walking through my
    final days unseen.
Time draw to close,
With sickness and so many
    lessons learned.
And I lay my head wondering,
What will my fleeting
    memory mean?

(upon learning I have a fatal illness, I sit and watch each day tick by like a death row inmate, my health fails more and more each day.  I have given up being afraid of my imminent demise, instead focusing on what impact my life will leave behind.  Will my children remember me kindly?  Will my wife learn to love and be whole once again?)

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