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Kid_A
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poetry poetry poetry
#1293465 - 02/09/03 11:05 AM (20 years, 11 months ago) |
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evening all; this is my first post here in creative arts. i was curious to see if there are any other poets lurking these boards, and if they'd care to post any of their work for all to enjoy. also, i'm interested in what states of consciousness you find are most comfortable to write in. are there any substances that you find lower your creativity, or make it far too difficult to create anything intelligent or worthwhile? and well, i think i'll go right ahead and share a current piece of my own to get things started...
the weather gets hard as coil of metal and we toss all the junk onto the failing ground
it's very simple (no skin torn off from the body) to desert the current. to dissociate form the tendrils of the wind, licking the face, (feels fine till the skin breaks off) the arctic tendrils, tentacle wrappings, so pragmatic to pull you deeper to its center it's so easy to remove the feet from ice and slick the shoes upon the grass, (god damn ignored but dead, all the same) slick the shoes in a purposeful step and stab into the degenerative lapping of detuned wind song blowing strong; to unwrap the skin (a little rip beneath the neck, a minor slack of pain in a peck,(one might suck the blood of a wound in first reaction to increase the plain infection)) and to deflect the wind till it calms gentle please don't hold the flesh in general when it's unwise to let it out. when it's unwise to watch a body's destruction unbuilt it's a detriment to not be meant when the wind is awash with industrial scent the skin is unkind to be broke apart, by a coincidental north heart, finger bit incident. - - - - - - and i hope that was to someone's liking.
-------------------- the only thing worse than bad memories is no memories at all
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Cracka_X
Spiritual Dirt Worshipper



Registered: 01/25/03
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Loc: Swamp
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Re: poetry poetry poetry [Re: Kid_A]
#1294041 - 02/09/03 03:51 PM (20 years, 11 months ago) |
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I used to be a coke head then finally quit and kept a journal of shit. Some of its serious and some of it is just bullshit that I thought sound good. I'd try to make up lyrics, I think its pretty close to poetry.
Coke and Rhyming ----------- Things been weird these few days Ever since doin that muthafuckin' yay
Cuz its the cri-dizzle-d I never done speed Not smoke crack Cuz it aint for me
I got a 1.1 on my SAT My brain's so gone from poppin E
But now there's a resurrection in me Have a smile run a mile and be drug free (cept shrooms) Things are gonna change in my world Maybe one day I'll be the Duke of Earl
The Red Man ---------------- Tonight I was in Awe For something I saw A man suited in red One legged on a sled
With a stick in each hand This man had a plan He was doing something not many other can wow I thought I admire this man
How crazy is this one leg to do little with I admire this man He just won't give in
One night I was playing pick up hockey and this guy with one leg and a sled came on the ice, I coudln't believe it. He wasn't as good as the others but he told me how its an actual sport for the disabled.
One of those on going thought poems ----------------------------------------------- Build over time and now all I hear are whines. So I kick my head, can't sleep in bed, for it seems the pain will never end. I'll pull out of this drought and bring myself about and stop these wasteful ideas. For the day has gone, I'm left with the deception that haunts me. And lies that taunt me, idiots that surround me. Now the night, somehting I look forward to but could also bring fright, but brings me insight of what is to come. Then comes the day with the rising sun. The same phenomena that blinded my eyes. I suppose shit like this balances all lives. And all the things that have been said and done with sorrow, hatred, and happiness have all but yet even to begun. To be taken by the shot of a gun or a drunk driver who was only out for fun. Then a new life is born to replace the lost and with each new life is hope that'll repeat itself until everything is used up and then everything will be gone.
I'm done, Cracka_X
-------------------- The best way to live is to be like water For water benefits all things and goes against none of them It provides for all people and even cleanses those places a man is loath to go In this way it is just like Tao ~Daodejing
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crossbowchristian
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Re: poetry poetry poetry [Re: Kid_A]
#25797339 - 02/07/19 01:33 PM (4 years, 11 months ago) |
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Darkest depths in which I lie. Feeling calm the peace inside, pieces of life formulate but I can't seem to finish my plate. Living in the cold where the warmth resides Feeling alive but dead inside. Balancing energies to cleanse the mind. Where do I lie tonight? Whilst they push the bread aside, Shall we feast? Some may say I feed the beast. But we all know what is behind, Drawing the blinds as we ignite The pipe, and blast apart, The mind is one as the flesh parts. It seems the seas are flowing so, The glowing beams of energy flow. I sing as tears fall from the skies, As a baffled mind wipes his eyes. For love was sacredly yours, But now, we lie upon the floor. Soaring through the winds As the pouring just begins. We quench the thirst and sing, We breathe to find the key, But once it all fades, We see. Our eyes were covered With shades.
Just a quick improvised poem, not trying to be too great. Just pure expression, I wrote another a while back, but I never really feel that my poetry is that great, but just as any artist improving is as eternal as the universe.
Running like tears that stream Heated to blow off steam Set upon a hill This summit is not a pill Searching for life within Forget about the sin Barriers broken that hold the soul Soaring winds that mold the whole Illuminate the dark to see the light Shine O star, so others just might Break the chain to free the mind See the web begin to unwind From the beginning we have been deceived But our souls are beginning to be relieved Once we know we've been taught lies, We see the Devil in God's disguise.
-------------------- Christian Williams 
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