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UFU
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Shroomhunter53]
#17451053 - 12/26/12 03:26 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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Thanks, I have some more I will post later
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AcidBath
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: UFU]
#17491217 - 01/03/13 11:57 AM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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i was sitting in the darkness- when the shadow came to me and thats about when i lost it- every inch of dignity
is it just me? can i stop it? i dont know, i wont know! so,, it wont get to me, but i cant let go, let it go, no
in the corner of my half closed eye- everything warps to black fingers and arms are reaching out- and im reaching back, reaching back!
just an idea for a song that will never get played ha.
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everything i say is only a satirical joke, nothing serious man!
 
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: AcidBath]
#17506996 - 01/06/13 12:59 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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Nigga Nogga on the wall Who's the greatest of them all
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BlindSoothsayer
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19]
#17517622 - 01/08/13 02:19 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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Whiskey in my water, acid on my blotter. Holes in the brain so I'm going insane.
Water in my cereal, Further on my stereo. Wrap your head with this material.
This poem is available under the GNU General Public License.
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psychonaut435
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BlindSoothsayer]
#17547093 - 01/14/13 01:19 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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SWIM wrote this after hanging out with Dimitri earlier, it sounded cool so I thought I'd share it.
Oh my friend Dimitri, I wish to know you well. Once, Twice, Thrice a rip, and things begin to swell. Reality is ripping at the seams, is this heaven, or be it hell? Geometric Patterns everywhere, Then the beings in this realm become quite apparent. He opens the box, many a time, the body starts to rock, and quiver and shake, it's not too late, to break the mental lock. The box is entered, and as soon exited, Now in 2 dimensions, getting less hectic. Open the eyes, For I feel the body once again. Rip Rip Rip Rip Rip, Once more to see the new friends, the colors are different, as well as the shapes but the beings remain quite unchanged, I cannot begin to fathom, how to escape these games They direct my sight, left and right, and in ways I cannot say Showing how this realm functions, yet I will not understand today. The Visions fade, groupings going from tight to loose, And now I see a glimpse of the glory of these Divine Moments of Truth.
-------------------- ADITYA HRIDAYAM PUNYAM SARV SHATRU BENA All evil vanishes from life for him who keeps the sun in his heart -Ramayana TAT TWAM ASI That thou art
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Tryscair
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: psychonaut435]
#17561282 - 01/17/13 08:22 AM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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This is a piece out of a song I wrote which was inspired by a recent psychadelic experience
I've been starving for a while Fighting my way out Into the daylight To see the world around White ash and suffering Reality provides Well, I'll decide To make it beautiful again
Falling from my column Grasp the world with withered limbs That bite and sting With every breath I know I live And love outside me Reach through the cracks stained on my Blind perception My impression of life
-------------------- You can't teach AwesumDawg lame tricks
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TranscendingLife
I Don't Need a Life to Live



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Tryscair]
#17569132 - 01/18/13 05:18 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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A Toast
To the Past: For without it, our Paths would've never crossed. And we'd be not here with Friends.
To the Present: In which, we eternally live. Forever surrounded by Loved Ones.
To the Future: In it, lies our Hopes and Dreams. Together, there, we all shall be.
-------------------- AMU: We Quickly Answer Questions Here "One must accept the probability of failure to experience the elation of success." - TranscendingLife “A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.” - James Joyce
      How I Do EVERYTHING      "Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart…. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."- Carl Jung "Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means."- William S. Burroughs "You are as dead now as you will ever be" - Seth
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Crumpet
go sranger



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back to basics me and mydriasis take trips outside the matix inside my favourite spaceship where i glide and taylor makeshift glossolalia my savior, this crazy oasis
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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TranscendingLife
I Don't Need a Life to Live



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#17587825 - 01/21/13 09:50 PM (11 years, 5 months ago) |
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No offense, crumpet, but it needs punctuation to break it up. It reads like a long run-on sentence, otherwise. OK, finally got the USB to work & got my new poem uploaded, check it:
A Dream:
The dead dim bar light, Smoke filled stinging air. The bartender stands behind ancient oak. Glistening bottles, kaleidoscope glint. Pull tabs of sugar-malted hops. "Four Dollars." "Keep it." "Thanks."
Asses glued to varnished hardwood. Backs sinking into corduroy soft cloth. Ugly, old, used, worn. Men with hats; Women in fur. Sitting staring, waiting wanting. Gently sipping, gingerly speaking. Glasses clank together, “Auld lang syne.” Glass knocks wood.
Me, dissolving into old musty green cotton. Cigarette burning brown smoked haze. Golden amber liquid sits, contained. My eyes hovering over the crowd. Stalking, sitting, looking, wondering. What the fuck are they talking about. The woman’s arms flailing wildly. Arms crossed, the man, leaning. Their tongues wickedly spitting Indistinguishable vibrations. “Momma told me, when I was young…”
The overhead fan wobbles. A breeze brushes past the nape of my neck. “Let me braid your hair.” “OK.” I lay back as her nimble fingers twist Pull my hair into a contorted position. I light a cigarette, gently turning in my fingers. Force of habit. Hot air rushing past my lips, in my lunges. Exhale. The bartender leaning over the bar. “I’ll have 1 more.” “Thanks” I Pay my tab and start back. The bag of Lays chips crunches, Sitting back on the sticky couch. “What’s going on?” “Nothing much, just chillin’.” “Work was bullshit tonight.” “Yea, I know. I can’t believe…” I lean back, sinking deeper. The conversation not wanted. I go back into my head, escaping.
She enters with a rush of cold night air. Warmed by an oversized hoody and blue jeans. Sneakily, a trailer scuttles behind, Her friend. “Damn it.” My brain flashes. “…be somethin’, you love and understand…” Our eyes meet, a smile is exchanged Across the incoherent air, “Hi.” As her cold carbonated liquid foams over. “It’s pouring like shit tonight, sorry.” She returns an apathetic glance. “…all that you need is in your soul…” The first sip slips past her lips. Her friend spilling relentless words of exhaustion.
The iridescent light flickers, TVs go off. The game must be over. What time is it? Only midnight, a new day beckons. All of the uncertainty of the future, whilst in the present. Her sneakers gliding across cement towards me. Arms embrace, wrapping around backs, There’s a short moment of exchanged speech. We return to our previous positions. Me on the urine soaked couch. Her to the hard wood bench against an antique.
My loneliness but a moment there. A friend, once giving space, sits. “Eh, nothing, just another night.” “Yup.” He leans back vacant eyes drift across smoke signals. My glowing embers extinguished in plastic. Movement in the corner catches my attention. I turn to focus black pupils on silver shining. Leaning forward, legs stretch, mug in hand, I bob and weave through tangled body parts. She stands, turns, starts to leave, As I cross her laser line sight. “Come outside with me for a second.” She gently leads me, holding my fingers Into the crisp Autumn night where stars light.
Stepping aside, our tongues toss words Back and forth, playing catch. Warm embrace, hands gently massaging backs. Chests separating, arms tight around waists, Eyes leaning in to inspect suppleness; Our upper and lower pillows meet. Heads gently come apart, for a moment. Meeting back in the middle, our muscles escape. Endorphins press hard through pumping veins. One last firm embrace; for tonight.
Turning, we leave one another. Her to her fossil fueled silver chariot. I to the smoked air filled building. “…it’s hard to leave when you can’t find the door…” The carbonation popping on my mustache, I finish the last golden drops Escape, flowing around my chin Landing on my crotch. “Bye. Later. Thanks.” The bag of chips crunches. Cold palms pressing on glass double doors. Northern winds whip at my face as I return.
-------------------- AMU: We Quickly Answer Questions Here "One must accept the probability of failure to experience the elation of success." - TranscendingLife “A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.” - James Joyce
      How I Do EVERYTHING      "Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart…. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."- Carl Jung "Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means."- William S. Burroughs "You are as dead now as you will ever be" - Seth
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Crumpet
go sranger



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back to basics. me and mydriasis, take trips outside the matix. inside my favourite spaceship. where i glide and taylor makeshift glossolalia. my savior, this, crazy oasis.
how is a new line not a full stop already
alot of poets and the like dont use full stop in thier booklets just new lines
and there was one commer in there, btw
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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OZA
When the going gets weird.....



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#17606579 - 01/24/13 11:58 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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I don't know what I'm doing with it yet - it's unfinished 
I awoke somewhere in my dreams, and a girl named Lucille said come with me, we'll go and see a place that isn't real. We can travel in time, but it's all in our mind. So you must join me and feel where yellow skies and worldly eyes present themselves and the unreal.
-------------------- The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
Edited by OZA (01/25/13 12:04 AM)
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blueskydilemma
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#17606944 - 01/25/13 02:05 AM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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from the bottom to tha top ya gonna get what ya sowed if ya brought tha whirldwin(d) down on ya self than thats prophecy foretold He prescribed much health you administered disease Christians pray in one fashion how will you look on your knees?
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TranscendingLife
I Don't Need a Life to Live



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: OZA]
#17608624 - 01/25/13 12:14 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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Quote:
OZA said: I don't know what I'm doing with it yet - it's unfinished 
I awoke somewhere in my dreams, and a girl named Lucille said come with me, we'll go and see a place that isn't real. We can travel in time, but it's all in our mind. So you must join me and feel where yellow skies and worldly eyes present themselves and the unreal.
Make it a journey. Check out "The Wasteland" & "Parallax"
-------------------- AMU: We Quickly Answer Questions Here "One must accept the probability of failure to experience the elation of success." - TranscendingLife “A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.” - James Joyce
      How I Do EVERYTHING      "Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart…. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."- Carl Jung "Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means."- William S. Burroughs "You are as dead now as you will ever be" - Seth
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Beanhead
IS IRONIC PARADOX


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Oh doctor creator, could you come quikly? I'm sure that mother earth is quite sickly I feel that we're sick, i can see the symptomps But nobody can really tell what it is is it nothing or a planetary crisis? all of us just on one ball, it's becoming fuller then full Nobody wants to believe, they rather call it Irish bull
Oh doctor, they tell me i'm losing my mind alas yet it's true, our sphere is undermined
Oh you see it well when the earths bleeds from a red vein mother natures plan succeeds As a silent protest no matter how strong they stood all of us will dissolve in the encompassing flood
The earth has a fever and it's starting to get hotter we're starting to sweat but we won't stop to fret The polar caps melt and the water is rising do you think it's surprising that i'm despising all the economists that need a chastising but we don't want to stop because that sucks it's a problem for our future, let them resolve it and whilst were at it, heres another building permit Egoïsm, the cancer of the human race and those who spread this, what do you chase? Between good and evil, death and survival When is the time of the imminent arrival?
We want to have, obtain, acquire n get and only untill we have a BMW were set Second choice is our personality as looks come first Reality is an obstacle with our unquenchable thirst And so we keep on hoping for a better time but neither I or the doctor can cure our crime Soon enough our future will be surpassed by the present. and here I am just wondering by which event
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It are dark times so I ride out as a knight here to liberate your mind, i'm up for the fight A select few at the top and they won't stop untill you are corrupted or either obedient I wonder what is their secret ingredient From the start they force theories inside your head Yes we are fed... bullshit! about a so-called heroic past But anything that could prove otherwise got cut fast Or sold as a lie, as a story that doesn't comply Whilst your brain gets nourished like a fat pig you'll eat anything that looks shiny and big because you have forgot to critically think you're brainwashed, are you able to see the link? they've learned you not to trust on your own feeling You have to run along because the horde does the dealing
So keep your eyes open and read between the rules they'd rather have sheep, pigs n mules who don't bother thinking and walk into the slaughter So keep your eyes open before they sell the skin of your daughter
Propaganda still exists, so think when you read Believing the crap that they feed will make you bleed Politics wash their hands in the water of innocence An expensive lawyer switches trials to a small offence whilst others suffer, true crimes go out with minor expense There is a conspiracy between multinational and government Long live the globalization, European Union as investment The countries that don't develop with get puked out Because economic power means politic power The new world order consists of only the true coward
*chorus
Cameras in cities, on the buildings and traffic signs For eating infront of churses we're receiving fines in trams and buses they're all around us now they can track you, even when you cuss You are also easily traced everywhere on the phone they'll tap into it, till your darkest secrets are known Even with a computer they're still able to spy on you Every site you've been on, they can link you too When pinning money they can see where you've been I feel the eyes in my back, yet the culprit remains unseen
So start to think and look at it from a diffirent angle Only then you will unchain yourself from their strangle
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The5thElement
Smile Friends :)



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Beanhead]
#17627954 - 01/29/13 09:27 AM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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I 'm floating down this river this feeling I hope to feel forever will I make it back to shore, or float to the unknown floating down the river will I find you at the end, or float to the unknown
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meowcatmeow
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: The5thElement] 1
#17630689 - 01/29/13 06:00 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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Sometime, between where we tried and where you gave up. I never told you that I could fly, that my wings could open from this atrophy, so wide. That my glowing golds and radiant reds will wrap you up inside; So fast, you won't feel it.
I cling to you, just in time.
As though space-time is null, we fall away from one another. A feeble stop, drop, and roll; you just float there, flaming.
In between what was, and what will never be. Never again.
Your tears and your cries fail to douse even one flame. I watch all your ashes, linger and drift away. Taken up, disappeared. leaving nothing the same, but the scars of lost hope And the echo of your name.
Hey everyone! I'm new here on the Shroomery.
Just sayin "Hi" to the art community on here! It'll be fun to start writing again. It's been 3 years since the poetry class that I composed that one in. (This'll be the 3rd Draft, as I just revised for posting here.) What do you guys think?
It'll be really exciting to have a community to share with, I cant wait to get to know you guys! The only poems I've written as of late have been short, sweet, and incomplete. Can't wait for the wonderful challenge, as I haven't actually written something I feel very proud of in a few years! But, I have better life experience for subject matter now, so lets see how it goes!

-------------------- One, two, three, what are we fighting for?
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Eddeee
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: meowcatmeow]
#17641104 - 01/30/13 11:09 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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Journey through life to the doorway of death and at the end of life can you say there is nothing left Hopefully there is some sort of an afterlife or a guiding light Maybe just rotting in the ground food for worms for there delight that is ok by me as long as I don't get hurt or feel any pain and what is sin anyway is it achieving all this fame is it what you where taught all these years teaching change in life but mostly fears And God, what is god made off some say God is only love The strongest emotion the most commotion The most God
-------------------- Don't read books study life then write books we are nothing but atoms trying to figure out what atoms are.
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CookieCrumbs
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Eddeee]
#17748106 - 02/05/13 06:25 AM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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Welcome back to writing Meowcat. Look forward to more of your stuff.
Older than my age Years of my ancestors My dear brothers and sisters Have been almost as much my own Bone splinters Don’t let me let you down Everyone else may Only human This is humanity… Burn scars Casual hues Of grey and blue The lines that go against the grain To make that of their own Hope against all hope To be buried Underneath the ground in which I have always stood… Blood stains Your reality is not all encompassing And it is almost just as fictional as my own Just as blind and broken as anyone else I feel what you do The emptiness Meaningless Broken sighs Believe in something higher What is higher than it all? Perhaps it is lower than none… I can love you for my whole life But it’s almost meaningless There’s a world of injustice We will never escape And I cannot ignore. Bitter smoke A prisoner Like everyone else Of the physicality Believing to be free… So helplessly frightened To think your attacker is your protector You will sell your soul Because it’s the right thing to do If there is an answer There is not one There is not one.
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Free time is the only time
Edited by CookieCrumbs (02/05/13 06:28 AM)
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs]
#17749542 - 02/05/13 01:17 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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A late evening of a cold and bitter December day As the trees began to tilt and sway Please, pretty plants don’t wither Of course, I hate things that creep, crawl and slither I drank the brew around midday Closed my eyes and drifted away It was an awful bitter tasting brew Made from the strange sleep inducing plants that I grew Yesterday I went up the mountains and picked whatever could be found Like the little magic things that sprouted from the ground I run towards the light at the end of the tunnel Filtering my negative thoughts through a funnel I abhorred living in this growing concrete jungle My life is Bungled
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19]
#17761959 - 02/07/13 01:35 PM (11 years, 4 months ago) |
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You might find this story a bit funny 
There are magic fruits that can be picked My fingers and lips, which I always licked A basket in one hand I began to explore the unknown farmland In this world there is a key That shall unlock a part of me Snipping off stalks from pretty plants Today I found and watched a hordes of ants Nature is so beautiful and cruel Westernized people rely on materialistic fuel Some things will always remain a mystery Perhaps I could go down in history As today’s hunt was a complete failure There’s a slight chance that I might meet the jailer They found me in ditch Crying and wailing like a miserable bitch The police arrived and arrested me There wasn’t a chance for me to flee Fuck this, I want to be free But I know that won’t ever be I'm going to jail for three years Already I'm exhausted and reduced to tears
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