xkcd

by **swik** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:21 pm UTC

I really don't know anything about poetry but lately when I'm feeling lazy but feel like I should be writing something I'll quickly jot something down. I'm not sure about posting more or not.

Go
Fuck
Yourself
Wanting to
Loudly shout it out
A fake release from dramatics
Jerking grunting and fretting acting between covers
Embarrassment comes from intent
A poor player's stage
Is alone
Curtains
Closed
Please

by **NINnerd** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:40 pm UTC

I really like that, swik!

by **studyinserendipity** » Fri Apr 11, 2008 1:26 am UTC

awesome thread! There's some wonderful work here. I haven't written in a while, but I was inspired walking home from the river this balmy evening...

the moon, a chipp'd pearl,
in deep velvets, blue and black
faint stars enfolded

And some older stuff, back a year or so ago when I had time to write more...

Exact Change Only
For the taste of your sweet, cool affection
have I smoothed my rough edges
and repeatedly force-fed you lines.
Watching, waiting, fidgeting impatiently,
I wonder if, beneath your resilient exterior,
you are silently processing my request.
I scuff at the hints littered 'round you like pennies
and slowly realize that you know what I want.
You just won't relinquish it.
I set to thrashing at your indifference
before finally admitting defeat in disgust.
Forget your love.
I'd be better off romancing the soda machine.

Author's note: That particular metaphor works extremely well if you went to my high school and dealt with said machine. Or said boy, for that matter.
And now for something completely different:

Searching in your eyes to see
The words we both adore and fear
I speak, then hold my breath to hear
The whisper echoed in my ear.

Oh love! what fools and pawns are we
To think that time might stretch itself
A canopy above our wealth
Of pleasured minds and treasured stealth.

Instead, the shadows crawl and creep
As if this sphere left us behind
While we were dreaming, soft and kind
Within the other's heart and mind.

Awake from our enchanted sleep,
My dear, we play a foolish game
To bask in rays of light, then name
The sinking, blushing sun to blame.

Adieu. Come! let us part in peace.
From bitter goodbyes, a sweet release.

by **NINnerd** » Fri Apr 11, 2008 2:27 am UTC

Study - I love the moon poem!

I have something kind of similar...

Christmas

Slap the cinnamon sticks together,
And watch their dust
Sprinkle to the floor
Like the falling snow outside.
Smell the burn
Of the cedar chips
Through the cold, crisp air.
Feel wrapped in the warmth
Of your burning fire
And sweet eggnog.

Live in Christmas.

by **Edoc'sil** » Fri Apr 11, 2008 5:16 pm UTC

My most recent:

What shadow doth spread across the floor?
It is the end, and I am the harbinger.

To see the light shine upon thy face,
Making shadow shapes in its brilliant expanse.
Thy lips, so soft, a soothing nothingness,
Thy breath an angel's whisper in the cool wind.
To love is ne'er to look at thy face.
To glance upon thy lips yet see thy smile,
To behold thy neck yet experience thy grace,
To trace thine ears yet caress thy tenderness,
To brush upon thy nose yet look upon thy character,
To put thine forehead to mine yet to touch our beings,
To run through your hair yet feel thy laughter,
To fall deep into thine eyes and see thy soul.
Uncatchable light doth leave thy space,
Leaving a wanderer to walk in anxiousness.
Having not but darkness to sooth his heart,
Grasping at scents adrift in the breeze.
Begging for light that he might see his love.
Loving that he might see his soul.
For a soul did he lose on that fateful day,
Lost to love, to her, to thou.
Memories not of features did he keep,
Yet memories of what one sees beyond.
For he hath touched thy skin and felt not warmth,
But buried his being around thy heart.
A light is all he needs to see thine face,
But life is all he needs to dream of thy self.

What shadow doth spread across the floor?
It is the end, and I am the harbinger.

by **Fenix** » Sat Apr 12, 2008 2:51 am UTC

by **Ati** » Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:41 pm UTC

Three of my best:

Smell of the Storm

It smells like rain
Small dropped spattering in the dust
Holding there, a little liquid stain
And then fading, lost in soil's dry lust

It smells like the wind
The sky burns gray overyhead
The yellow trees tormented by howling godsend
The unceasing drizzle spatters living and dead

It smells like lightning
Electricity hanging heavy in the air
Permeating everything -
A sharp crackle in loose hair

It smells like life
Plants blooming, soon
Water come to starved roots, rife -
With potenting buds, dreaming of monsoon

It smells like a storm.

An Ode to the Heavens

Oh sky of fire and ice
Why do you tempt me so?
Those million points of light
Places, vast oblivions I can never go.

I may yearn, and scream at the coldness of the void
But in the end we rage briefly and then we pass
Stars, worlds, men, the space devoid
Entropy will come at last

A billion upon a billion of infernos
Roaring in unimaginable fury
Raining fires and methane snows
All wonders I can never see.

In the face of the infinite we turn aside
We watch with the eyes of an insect upon the rushing sea
We watch as suns go out and galaxies collide
For it is all we can ever see

Birthday Dance

The cake and presents are almost through,
The ice-cream’s gone and the feasters flew.
The music starts- some poor fool’s turned it on
And they come trudging back, all those that were gone
Some shuffling at first, a little awkward prance
Soon, though, feet and bodies begin to dance.
They whirl and they spin, some badly, some well.
The music changes, breaking the spell.
Soon the lights turn to rhythm, the dancers to melody
Churning, turning, like crumbs in the sea.
It’s a slow song now, they’ve split into pairs.
Grinning, blushing, they’re red to the ears
The birthday girl’s picked one, she’s smiling and bright
Dancing now, shining with light.
Soon the music’s turned off, it’s time to go home,
Sleep is calling, the place where dreams roam.
And later it fades to dull recollection,
But for that one moment, that shining reflection.
For while memories fade, and dreams never last,
They will never forget that one birthday dance.

The Desert.

There is a place where no river flows
Where the sun shines bright and no grass ever grows.
Where water is frozen, solid ice.
No animals live here, not men or mice.
The soil is baked a badly burnt red.
The color of iron, tainted with lead.
Where dust-devils the size of mountains roam.
Dust kicked up, sprayed like sea-foam.
Where blood boils in the sun, and freezes in the shade.
A place like this, where shadows never fade.
A place where the air is breathless thin
There it is- our airless, deathless twin.
We might have been like that comfortless place.
Another barren desert, drifting in space.
This place is all very well to visit, perhaps.
But to live on Mars? – Good God man, have you snapped?

I have a few more at http://www.posthumanparables.com/poetry

by **asanisimasa** » Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:38 pm UTC

I used to write a lot, then I stopped for a few years (lack of motivation, lack of time, etc.) and only recently started to write more. I was never really that good at poetry, but my girlfriend (being an English major) encouraged me to write more, so I've been trying to write some stuff lately.
Here's a poem that I'm working on... I 'wrote' some of it in my head Saturday morning and wrote the rest today.
It's a ~~first~~ second draft or whatever, and I'm still trying to work with it and make it better, so feedback would be awesome:

I wrote:a tranquil glow through the slits in the blinds
as the sun reaches her slender fingers in
gently waking us to begin a day
but the sun can wait as we, tangled up
within each other, our skin kissing,
roll over and hope time stands still

in this moment, my fingers pressing into
skin, so soft and intimate, i meld with you
your hair sprawled across the pillow
touching my face and enveloping me,
like the suns fingers, in a delicate peace
and your neck becomes my sanctuary

when from outside the window, whispers,
sounds of life, awaken our slumber
we unwrap and untangle, move and touch
then embrace one another once more
becoming aware of our existence
surrounded in blankets and always skin

i know that, connected as one, we must eventually
part, and welcome in a blissful day
to get lost in your depth, an experience
that fills me with ineffable love
yet for now, i bury myself in you
brushing away the suns fingers and grasping yours

by **Maseiken** » Wed Apr 16, 2008 12:35 am UTC

Here's some Non-Sequiter Poems, that I wrote for almost no reason whatsoever:
Bridey saw her Visage altered,
and left to see the Zoo,
She hopped onboard the Half-Past train,
and never saw the Apes.

Let's cook up some handsome Chaps,
and let them have some tea.
But never let them see your face,
No interest lies Therein.

Silence! lazy Sloth!
Your toes Outstrip your Braincells!

by **tehmikey** » Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:50 pm UTC

I love this thread. Never before have I written poetry, but this has inspired me to start. The closests that I have come to poetry is a notebook that is filled from cover to cover with notes, rhymes, phrases, and sketches. I could probably pull some things together by highlighting thoughts and piecing them together.

I have been working on a piece recently, but I feel as though some parts are coming off as tacky. I feel a set rhyming scheme causes the reader to continue at a constant pace. I am trying to insert spots that make a person pause and emphasize words rather than ramble on. I will be looking for criticizm once I post it.

by **Maseiken** » Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:25 pm UTC

tehmikey wrote:I love this thread. Never before have I written poetry, but this has inspired me to start. The closests that I have come to poetry is a notebook that is filled from cover to cover with notes, rhymes, phrases, and sketches. I could probably pull some things together by highlighting thoughts and piecing them together.

I have been working on a piece recently, but I feel as though some parts are coming off as tacky. I feel a set rhyming scheme causes the reader to continue at a constant pace. I am trying to insert spots that make a person pause and emphasize words rather than ramble on. I will be looking for criticizm once I post it.

Punctuation is great for breaking up a rythm, just chuck some Full-stops, Colons, Hyphens... Comms don't work so good...

I tend to go for a pretty regulated rhyming scheme, as it's usually read at quite a fast pace, distracting readers from the sheer lack of Content in my poems...

by **czar of fishies.** » Sat Apr 19, 2008 4:54 am UTC

Gah, everything in this thread is so great. I kind of feel bad about posting my own now, but oh well, here goes.

The Call of Eternity

Tuesday morning I awoke
To quiescent sounds of darkness.
Aloof and proud,
I pushed open the door
And walked blithely into the world
With not so much as an observant eye.
That morning,
I was but a mere child.

Leaning over the highest cliff,
Awaiting his approaching fall,
A plain and average eye could see my error,
For he who touches every hand
And kisses every cheek that he sees
Is the truest sage.
Though pain seems to last for hours,
The friends he keeps
And the woman he holds
Are vanished within seconds;
The voice of death is all that is forever.

With the bittersweet call of eternity,
I shall wish my eyes had been more observant,
For I shall never again
Look upon even a single rose.

(I know this one isn't technically poetry, but hopefully you'll forgive :mrgreen:

)

Jeff's Fissures

The little shallow fissures on my ceiling form something that looks vaguely like the golden spiral. I never realized that until today. Noticing unintentional art on the walls and ceilings of one's house is a practice that few can really understand - you have to be drained of your physical energy, as well as most of your mental energy, and you should want to be distracted. Otherwise, there would be no reason why you would contemplate something like a ceiling for hours on end.

It's 3:14. Funny. Last time I looked at the clock, it was 1:54. I've been concentrating on this one fissure in particular for what feels like about twenty minutes now. It's sort of shaped like a J, and the depth of its trace fades in and out from its initial point to its terminal point. Kind of like a life, or a love. It fades in, primes in intensity at a certain point, then fades out again into some sort of void (or flatness, if you will).

When I step back and look at it for a second, I realize that it's just a fissure. Nothing special there.

And now I'm thinking about her again.

by **Maseiken** » Wed Apr 23, 2008 12:50 am UTC

Here's some (Kinda) Non SequitersI wrote in past couple days...

Spoiler:

This is my attempt at something a little epic, and possibly meaningful, I think it turned out well... but I'm more pleased with the rhyme-scheme in the second verse than the actual meaning.

Spoiler:

It's a little odd but I like it

by **AlphaSquirrel** » Wed Apr 23, 2008 9:37 am UTC

Why

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Horrible love poem

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Life

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Rock!

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Darkness

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Alone

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Fear & Love

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Love and Fear. Fear and Love. Emotions. What of them? Power. Emotions, things that when you think about it, are truly meaningless, but have such tremendous power. We will do absolutely anything for the ones we love, and we will also do anything out of fear. No other emotions are as strong as these two. No one would jump off a cliff out of hate, but they would do it if they were scared of wut is behind them. Love and fear can also bring upon any other emotion. Love can make you cry or explode with joy. People will do meaningless things just because they are filled with too much emotion. Release. We all need release. Cry every now and then. Scream every once and a while. Kiss when you can. I sometimes run. Just run and run. I can get filled with so much emotion that it turns into straight energy. Run and jump and climb. It's exhilarating. However, why? Just why? Emotions don't have to exist. Just change it. Just be happy. It takes willpower, strength, and motivation, but it will pay off. Think about it. Every second your sad that is one second of joy you will never get back. Why be sad? Do we need to be sad? I'm sad at times. Then I realize that I could be happy if I wanted to. Just turn the frown upside down and think of happy thoughts, but i don't. I think to myself that I don't have enough willpower even though I have done it before. I just sit there in a puddle of self-pity. That's what it's all about. Pity. We all want attention. As a baby you will cry if u see your mother leaving you. You just want her to love you. Love. You need that love. Once the baby realizes it's mother is gone and is never coming back he'll either stop crying, or he'll cry for someone else. It could even be himself. He feels sorry for himself. You wouldn't feel sorry for yourself if you were happy. When your on a roller coaster you feel no love. Not love. Joy, but not love. Later when you're not having fun but still happy, you turn it around on yourself. You find a reason to be sad, just so you will feel bad for yourself and love yourself. I know you all can feel a connection in what I am saying. We as human beings all have the same thoughts. You see a person learning something you learned. Thinking the same things you thought or currently thinking. If you tell everything, someone else will tell of the same things. Conformism. Thats love right there. We conform to be loved. To feel loved. But we also have the fear of not being loved. We will do anything because of that fear. Cults. Willing to kill themselves to be loved. In fear of not being loved. Well, I'm not done rambling, but if you have made it this far I applaud you. Thank you so much for joining me today. Maybe some other time we can do this again. I wish I could ramble some more, but I know you're waiting for this to be over. So there you have it. If you feel like rambling I'll listen to you. For love. Love.

Love Squirrel,

The Witch Which Possessed My Head

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3 spaces is symbolic of 1 time. Only 3 times but she wont leave my mind. I saw her and engraved her into my mind. She is like a wich, for she has casted a spell on me. Like no other, she has touched my heart. she has given my brain a love tattoo. Like everybody else, I have liked before; i have crushed before, but this... but this... this is a nonstop emotional power control. my near obsession scares me. it is common though. not common throughout the world but common within the situation. it is not an obsession. but it is the itch on my back that cannot be scratched. Even my thoughts about her are different from any other before. its thoughts of beauty and fulfillment and not eroticy, and excitment. its not a lustful love at all. i have grasps and the future joke that will be explained in time but no lustful thoughts.

From the moment i saw her, she just got hotter and hotter,
I saw her and it was there. I still do not know what, but its there. she just stood out, form everyone, and everything i have ever experienced in my life. it only got worse.

On the ride back we had a connection, she licked my finger which forced out more affection. we stared into eachothers eyes and it seemed nothing at the moment but now with her so far away, it is my only memory. later was a dark drive so i couldnt even see her eyes but they were striking me, with more and more power as the currrent time flows. that is the first.

That night was full of dreams but no sleep. dreams of the wake. thoughts of the life. thoughts of the length i would go just for 1 more meet. i had thoughts of riding an exhaustful mechanism for an hour each day just to see her.

I had worked. i hadnt thought. i was excited. i didnt notice my flaw. it only grew worse. we laughed about it. i fell a few notches on my mental state. but it did still grow worse. how could i have been that bad? never in my life. i know now why i did. It showed me. this might not just be a crush. this might go somewhere. it was my turn for the lick. mine was not a lick. it was a joke. a far joke but yet with the original power of a joke. it kept. i enjoyed the joke. it told me more. she allowed the joke. surprised laughter was her response. the next were sort of a spin off of the joke. no longer a joke. but funny eroticy. that isnt the word but it stays. and no longer was the surprised laughter. just laughter. joy actually. there was a temptation that others fell in but i couldnt. its like a child that sees a toy at a store. they want the toy but they cannot live without their mother. they stick with the mother.

I was afraid she was futurally taken by one not of me and then after a long wait and hard work to attain a grasp i got a message that there was a divorce for the and a 3rd wheel and i was the 3rd. i was thrilled. later i find out this was a misconseption from within her thoughts provided by another's caretaker. That was the second

The last and latest to date is a very short but has brought it a great length. now were the grasps not just a joke however still a joke but there was another joke. a joke of an orgy. shoes were gone arms were around and on. it seemed natural. i waited for another night just to look into her eyes as early as possible but that was a denial, another misconception with a result of a very unhappy emoness. i skipped a chance of my passion of an electronic to see her but it was a misconception. a big let down. That was the third.

I'm risking my heart just by posting this but i have made a promise to myself that i will never back down because of fear. conforminism is the last of the bottom. I WILL NOT CHANGE. THAT IS THE PROBLEM. SHE HAS CHANGED MY LIFE JUST BY MY MEETING HER. AND A DENIAL WILL CHAGE MY LIFE MORE THAN MY THOUGHTS WILL ALLOW. BUT I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER. ITS JUST THE WONDERING OF WHAT TO DO. THIS IS FOR HER BUT IT IS FOR ME. IT IS FOR ME BUT IT IS PROOF THAT I WILL DO ANYTHING. CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW I FEEL? LITTERALLY EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY A NAME, A FEELING, AND AN IMAGE FLOWING THROUGH YOUR MIND. IT NEVER LEAVES. IT LOWERS AND MOVES TO THE BACK BUT NEVER LEAVES. I UNDERSTAND MORE OF THE WORLD JUST WITH THIS FEELING. CONSTANT THOUGHTS. ATTEMPTED HARM OF MYSELF HAS EVEN HAPPENED A FEW TIMES. ITS DRIVING ME INSANE. IT MUST MOVE. NOT THE THOUGHTS. MY LIFE. MY LIFE MUST MOVE. LOVE. JUST THAT WORD. TYPING IT WITH A FEELING FOR THE FIRST TIME IS MAD! I NEED MOVEMENT. A QUICK MOVEMENT. NOT THIS SLOW JOKE TO GRASP. I CAN LIVE WITH THIS SPEED BUT MY MIND IS DECAYING. PLEASE HELP. I DONT KNOW WHY. THOSE WORDS KEEP ON POPPING IN MY HEAD INFRONT OF HER. I WILL NOT BACK DOWN. I WANT TO SAY. I WILL SAY.
PLEASE HELP ME!

Fudge

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FUCK ALL YOU LITTLE PIECES OF SHIT THAT MAKE ALL THOSE FUCKING CHAIN MAIL FAKE BULLSHIT... SERIOUSLY, HOW DO YOU JUST WASTE A GOOD FEW MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE TYPING UP SOME GAY ASS "BULLETIN" (NOTICE I QUOTED THE BULLETIN BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL THEY ARE ALL STUPID AS HELL ANYWAYS) JUST SO YOU CAN BELIEVE YOU ARE GOD ALMIGHTY JUST BECAUSE YOU TYPED SOMETHING THAT GOT REPOSTED MORE THAN ONCE OR JUST PLAIN OUT BRAG ABOUT HOW MANY TIMES YOUR LITTLE SHITTY ASS PIECE OF SHIT GOT REPOSTED TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS. SECOND OF ALL, HOW DO YOU JUST BE SO STUPID AS TO NOT THINK ABOUT ANY OF THE OTHER FUCKING CONSEQUENCES AS TO TYPING SOMETHING LIKE "IF YOU SEND REPOST THIS WITHIN 2 MIN. OF OPENING THIS BULLETIN THEN YOUR TRUE LOVE WILL CALL TONIGHT" THAT SOME DUMBASS MIGHT ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT AND GET THIER FUCKING HOPES UP EVEN THOUGH EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERY FUCKING CHAIN MAIL IS A FAKE, THEY JUST TRY THEIR HARDEST TO BELIEVE BECAUSE THE FUCKING HUMAN RACE IS SO FUCKING RETARDED MORE THAN ANY OTHER ANIMAL BECAUSE OF THE SIMPLE FUCKING FACT THAT WE HAVE EMOTIONS (HOW MANY FUCKING TEENAGE DOGS HAVE YOU SEEN JUMP OUT A WINDOW) AND THEY END UP UPSET BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH THEY KNOW ABOUT THE FLAW IN MOST IS THE FACT THAT THE "TRUE LOVE" IS PROBABLY ASLEEP BY THE TIME SOME PEOPLE READ THE BULLETIN OR THEY DONT EVEN HAVE YOUR FUCKING NUMBER TO CALL YOU, THEY STILL FUCKING CLING ON TO THEIR DREAM THAT EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT IN THE END AND THEIR LIFE WILL TURN INTO THE FUCKING AMERICAN DREAM WHEN DEEP INSIDE THEY VERY WELL KNOW IT IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN; EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HUMAN IS GOING TO BE MISERABLE AT A SHIT LOAD OF POINTS IN THERE LIFE AND THEY WILL NOT REACH THEIR DREAM OF BEING A FUCKING RICH BASTARD WITH THEIR TRUE LOVE BY THEIR SIDE AND END UP IN HEAVEN EVEN THOUGH HE MIGHT NOT BE TRUE AND IT SAYS IN THE BIBLE THAT IT IS HARDER FOR A RICH MAN TO GET IN HEAVEN THEN TO SQUEEZE A CAMEL THROUGH A FUCKING NEEDELE, BUT THEY STILL FUCKING CLING ON TO THEIR FUCKNG HOPES AND EMOTIONS THAT EVERYTHING IS LIKE THEY IMAGINE IT AND THEY HAVE GONE TO CHURCH TO MUCH TO END UP JUST A FUCKING CORPSE 6 FEET UNDER AND THAT IS IT. BUT WE STILL FUCKING CLING ON TO HEAVEN AND GOD AND SHIT BECUASE WE ARE TO AFRAID TO ADMIT THAT WE END UP NOT IN HEAVEN OR HELL AND JUST PLAIN OUT DONT FUCKING EXIST. AND ALL THIS SHIT IS BECAUSE OF A FUCKING BULLETIN THAT SOMEBODY MADE JUST SO THEY THINK THAT THEY HAVE DONE SOMETHING BEFORE THEY DIE BECAUSE THAT IS ONE OF EVERYBODY'S GREATEST FEARS WETHER THEY ADMIT IT OR NOT, TO BE FORGOTTEN. THAT IS ONE OF THE REASONS WE BELIEVE IN HEAVEN IS THAT EVEN IF WE DONT GET REMEMBERED WE CAN STILL GET A CHANCE TO GET KNOWN IN HEAVEN. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, I HATE THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD. I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY THE GREATEST QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE BECUASE WE WOULD HATE TO ADMIT THAT ALL WE DO IN LIFE IS WASTE GOVERNMENT'S MONEY BY GOING TO SCHOOL, HURT PEOPLE (YES, EVERYBODY HURTS CONSTANTLY WHETHER THEY REALIZE IT OR NOT IT IS TRUE), GO THROUGH THE DAMN SAME DEAD END JOB AND END UP ACOMPLISHING NOTHING AT ALL IN THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. WELL... THERE IS NO FUCKING POINT TO LIFE, THAT IS ALL WE DO IN LIFE. THERE IS NOTHING IN LIFE THAT IS WORTH WORKING FOR BECAUSE IN THE END YOU WILL END BEING FORGOTTEN NO MATTER WHAT. WHAT ABOUT APOCALYPSE WHEN THERE ENDS UP BEING NO GOD AND WE ALL JUST FUCKING DIE OUT WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT. WELL FUCK THAT. fuck that... fuck that... IM ALMOST WANTING TO JUST FUCKING END MY LIFE RIGHT NOW INSTEAD OF WORKING ALL MY LIFE FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. AND ONE LAST THING THAT JUST CAME TO MY MIND. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU YOU, ALL YOU FUCKING RICH PREPPY BITCHES THAT ARE SPOILED AND START FUCKING CRYING AND SHIT WHEN YOUR DADDY DOESNT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT $1.5 MILLION CAR FOR YOUR FUCKING 16TH BIRTHDAY. I UNDERSTAND IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COMPARE TWO TRAGEDIES BECAUSE EVERYBODY REACTS DIFFERENTLY TO DIFFERENT THINGS LIKE FOR INSTANCE IF SOMEBODY WHO IS VERY CLOSE TO THEIR FATHER'S FATHER DIES THEN THAT WOULD BE A VERY VERY HORRIBLE TRAGEDY FOR THEM MOST LIKELY BUT IF SOMEBODY'S FATHER RAN OUT ON THEM WHEN THEY WERE THREE YEARS OLD AND THEN FIND OUT WHEN THEY ARE 15 THAT THEIR FATHER DIED WHEN THEY WERE 8 IT PROBABLY WOULD BARELY FUCKING EFFECT THEM. BUT EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THIS THAT KIND OF SHIT STILL PISSES YOU OFF. WELL I SERIOUSLY DOUBT ANYBODY IS GOING TO FUCKING READ ALL OF THIS BUT THERE IS LESS OF A CHANCE THAT THEY ARE GOING TO READ IT IF IT IS ANY LONGER THAN WHAT IT ALREADY IS, AND EVEN THOUGH WHAT IM COMPLAINING ABOUT IS PEOPLE FORGETTING OTHER PEOPLE AND NOT BEING REMEMBERED OR REALIZED IS SUCH A FUCKING TRAGEDY, I MYSELF AM INCLUDED IN THAT SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING HUMAN BEING SO I AM GOING TO END THIS OFF BY SAYING MY FAVORITE PHRASE ONE MORE FUCKING TIME

"FUCK YOU!"

by **Ravenor** » Fri Apr 25, 2008 3:57 pm UTC

Wow, I have to say (as many have before me) that here is some amzing talent, and a full range of emotions expressed upon these pages.... and I (like others) am almost too hesitant to add my meagre scribblings... but I so, in the hope that they at least seek to attain such heights... if not achieve them.

...........

"Now I Am More Hateful"

Another time apart,
Till another night kept in
And a swift inebriation,
giving quick excuse for sin
We play games with lives of others
And the memory of us
We give in to lame excuses,
Make a mockery of trust

We are nothing but the moment,
With the depth of shallow pools
We take joy in flesh of others,
And we live our lives like fools
What do we care of tomorrow?
Let us just live for tonight
In this den of darkened pleasure,
Where my morals all take flight

Looking back I do not blame you,
As I would not blame the sea,
If I sank myself in it's embrace
Only for it to drown me
But perhaps you should take stock now,
Listen to the song I've sung

For now I am more hateful,
Of all that we have done.

by **Kuko** » Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:04 pm UTC

Ravenor, your poem is so meaningful.

Here's to my first post:

Determined to find the truth
You depend on fate
Hope is low, and about to give up on life
Wrists with nothing but cuts

Death is the final step in life
Nothing matters anymore
Blood drips from your eyes

Everything is devastated
And love becomes nothing

Rain falls from the sky
Running freely in the wet
You leave a trail of unseen tears
Thinking about your most wanted wish;
To finally escape from all problems
It becomes real
Atlast

by **tehmikey** » Mon Apr 28, 2008 6:42 pm UTC

I did not expect something like this to be my first post... I wanted to have something more profound or well written as a first entry. I wrote this as a satire, and it is not exactly my normal style.

I wrote this after making breakfast for an ex girlfriend this morning. She was going to be driving 9 hours to go visit her boyfriend for the week. She drove 2 hours and stayed the night at my place so that she could get a head start and only have 7 hours to drive today (She slept on my couch). She was emotionally unstable when we dated, and I became emo after we broke up. I wrote this to poke fun at the terrible nature of our relationship and by proxy our break up. Laugh/criticize away.

Emo
Pathos, Paper, Pen:
We may begin.
Wanting, wallowing, whining:
This is but the beginning.
Breeding, bleeding, burning:
One's not deserving.
Piercing, cutting, slashing:
Will growing stronger.
Red'er, Darker, Deeper:
Almost done.
Slowing, Calming, Sleeping:
Gone.

by **Supergrunch** » Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:35 pm UTC

Sonnet time! I think this is the only poem I've ever written:

You see a man who loiters on a stool,
Why he is seated there you do not know,
You'd think that it was not seemly at all,
Augmented by the ever falling snow.
"Why is he there, what does he do?" you think,
And pull your hood around your tired eyes.
You watch as he reaches out for a drink,
"Oh great; a drunk," - well, that is no surprise.
But then he undergoes some kind of shift,
A god, of sorts, lurks right beneath his skin,
You see his soul, somehow it is adrift,
The world departs, you sense an actual sin:
Beneath his shawl a song of evil breaks,
And in your heart a deadly pain awakes.

by **studyinserendipity** » Thu May 01, 2008 1:14 am UTC

@ supergrunch: hooray for sonnets! I enjoyed in particular the subject matter clashing with my stereotypic expectations of what sonnets are about.

And now, some words ordered in artsy fashion - maybe not a poem per se, but I liked the way it felt in my brain.

there were lights, bright lights and fire,
and I ran towards nothing useful.
a scream; a sun blossomed
the city fell unconscious.

by **jayseven** » Thu May 01, 2008 2:44 pm UTC

Some awesome poetry here. Pretty cool. Hope nobody minds me squeezing out a few. Mind where you step, there be emo abounds!

For Things Too Important To Simply Just Remember

Spoiler:

Of Favours and Regrets ~ My very own sonnet, Supergrunch!

Spoiler:

<the last four lines definitely need working on. Hell, the last six do. I was considering using 'pearl' instead of 'untold', but any oyster analogy either felt too forced or too weak>

Who is writing in my book? ~ This is a free verse exercise...

Spoiler:

An unnamed One

Spoiler:

by **schumi_girl** » Thu May 01, 2008 11:55 pm UTC

Most of my work is now up at schumigirl.deviantart.com

I wrote this one for my best friend's mum, who is dying.

Will She Know.

How can she leave us?
How can she go?
When her daughters get married,
Will she ever know?

Will she know we love her,
And think of her everyday?
Will she know we all take care,
And all watch what we say?

Will she know we miss her,
So much it hurts to be.
We’d do anything to have her back,
Will she be able to see?

Will she know our hurt is extreme,
Like ice inside each heart.
We loved her so much she had to go,
And unwillingly we let her depart.

Maybe it's not so great.. but the feeling's there.

by **singularapathy** » Fri May 02, 2008 8:52 am UTC

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by **markkat** » Sun May 04, 2008 7:27 pm UTC

Let me be honest
I had to think of something
To feed hungry gods

From Random Haiku. Something I did long ago.

by **Maseiken** » Mon May 05, 2008 6:52 am UTC

^Technically not a Haiku, as a central component to a traditional Haiku is a reference to the natural world. /nitpick

by **studyinserendipity** » Mon May 05, 2008 4:00 pm UTC

hungry gods aren't part of the natural world?

by **Maseiken** » Tue May 06, 2008 5:33 am UTC

For the purposes of Haiku? No, it should generally be a reference to the Seasons.

by **samiam** » Sat May 10, 2008 10:08 pm UTC

A prayer.

I put my message in a jar,
then sealed it up with faintest hope.
I left it for the swirling seas,
to decide where the jar should go.
The quick tides,they pushed and pulled it,
it's course was neither here nor there,
and then one day it ran aground,
in a tiny place called nowhere.

First post fever.

by **audioMIME** » Sun May 11, 2008 6:54 am UTC

Ivy Ruins

Twelve O’clock in no-moon night
you can see the statues breathe
walk in rhythm, without light
and dance, alive, on daemons’ eve

Mirrorward

Know thyself for an inner crown,
An inner universe to spill on the pale wind
Falling with thousands of feathers in your backpack, down
Until all’s well, and tranquility frolics, a liquid beast
Engulfing the cracked piths of men who have sinned.
There’s nothing wrong with having a conscience
There’s nothing wrong with doing wrong
But brittle little strangers can’t take both.
THE EVISCERATION OF SOUL
And mirrorward
Are right and left, respectively.
Know more than your mirror does, though.

Opinion

Philosopher, as bold as brass,
May brace himself to bite,
But nothing on the battlefield
Has say to say he’s right.

Morality is liquid
That our bibles try and freeze,
But as we swim, the tide comes in
And sweeps us to our knees.

The greatest of us tell us
What the dullest layman knows:
Ask the stupid questions
And do not obey the prose.

The sense you sense is sensible
Is sentence sensed enough.
Whatever stone your eyes elamp
Your faith will weight your cuff.

There's my contribution.
Man, that took almost an hour; professional poets must have it rough...

by **eHalcyon** » Wed May 14, 2008 4:08 am UTC

I'd love some feedback. I've written many poems in many different styles. Here's one of my favourites. It's not as out of season for me - I'm Canadian and, at least where I live, we still had snow less than 3 weeks ago.

I know that rhyme is no longer "cool," but I'm still fond of it. John Donne is cool and I love extended metaphors.

The Thaw

The Winter storm is harsh indeed,
the wind so sharp that snowmen bleed,
but brave they must the numbing wrath -

a snowman cannot leave his path.
His half-a-nose was once a snack,
a carrot chunk 'neath eyes coal-black.
A Block of ice beats in his chest,
a would-be heart so long suppressed.
This snowman melts in icy cold,
there is no warmth to keep him whole.
With skin of snow and veins of frost,
thus he remains a snowman lost.

If he could just let truth be told,
he would extol the end of cold.
A tongue of flame, a burning choir –
what he would give to be of fire!

Dear algid fool, how can it be?
We cannot fight with destiny.
You yearn for heat but melt in chill
until that beating Block is still.
Alas, the warmth will come too late –
by Winter's end you'll meet your fate.
But come the Spring, when you have died,
I'll search for all the tears we cried.

And when your puddle-heart I find,
I'll mourn for all of Snow-Mankind.

by **tehmikey** » Wed May 14, 2008 6:16 pm UTC

<3 Rhyme.

I like your poem a lot eHalcyon. I enjoy your style a lot. My favorite poems have rhyme and rhythm much as yours does.
Share more so that I have things to compare to as I work on my skill

by **eHalcyon** » Wed May 14, 2008 8:30 pm UTC

tehmikey wrote:<3 Rhyme.

I like your poem a lot eHalcyon. I enjoy your style a lot. My favorite poems have rhyme and rhythm much as yours does.
Share more so that I have things to compare to as I work on my skill

My style is extremely variable. I've written a few Shakespearean sonnets (iambic pentameter ftw!), plenty of free-verse, a rubaiyat, haikus and limericks. I've made up some really strange rhyming schemes as well. Most of my poems are conceits (extended metaphors), much like John Donne's work. For example, "The Thaw" is about unrequited love on the part of the "snowman", who is afraid to confess the truth. The idea is twisted in that I assert that the snowman melts because it isn't warm enough; the warmth in fact comes too late to save him.

tehmikey wrote:I have been working on a piece recently, but I feel as though some parts are coming off as tacky. I feel a set rhyming scheme causes the reader to continue at a constant pace. I am trying to insert spots that make a person pause and emphasize words rather than ramble on. I will be looking for criticizm once I post it.

Line breaks are good for this. If a poem rhymes, I find it choppy and distracting if there isn't a strong rhythm throughout. A good poet can change the rhythm and keep the flow, but it takes tremendous care to keep it together. You could also try breaking into freeverse stanzas before jumping back into the set rhyming scheme.

by **linkshaender17** » Sun May 18, 2008 12:59 am UTC

I want to comment on all the poems I've seen so far but it's so difficult and everyone's done such a fantastic job that I can't even begin to write what I feel without coming out with complete nonsense and sounding foolish.

I figure I'll just chip in, and I very much hope you enjoy.

The first I wrote when I went back to Berlin to see family and friends, the second is unfinished like my friend's life, when he died last year.

Burned a thousand times
by the light meant to heal.
Each person smiles at me
with a laugh from a chaste mouth -
bearing teeth as sharp as razors.
My face begins to melt into a puddle
to be molded by someone else,
the desires own what I have lost.
A fist to the stomach by the helping hand,
it leaves a mark so everyone knows.
Face the wall and look at your destiny -
take one step forward but two steps back,
The reflection dies before its birth.
Shine a light on a person
but don't forget the one
it caused a shadow to be cast upon.
Give life to one, kill the other,
blinded and silent
every cry makes no sound.
Your happiness, my misery,
Every step you make
'causes you to throw me to the side.
Lift yourself and lower me,
I hate you.

************************

Forever doesn't seem so long anymore
The end is crashing just like before,
Winter came too soon this year,
It's like the world can sense my fear.

The sun is always moving farther away
Movin' on seems so much harder today
I feel like you're still beside me
Tears are flowin' that you'll never see.

The wind blows colder
and the nights seem longer,
But I don't want it to go away
I didn't want you to go away.

I harbour hatred but it's not for you,
I know this pain won't get me through,
Without your hand nothin's the same,
I don't think I can play this game.

Everyday with God I plead
So silent, I can't hear your heart beat,
This feeling spreads within my heart
and I feel like I"m fallin' apart

I don't want to lose what I have left
but to every cry I seem so deaf

by **superglucose** » Mon May 19, 2008 4:48 am UTC

The Cactus:

There is a cactus on my night stand
And I do not know from whence it came
It is no longer in the unforgiving desert
but it did not need matronly scorn

Where is the cactus going?
Why isn't it moving any faster?
What is the cactus thinking?
Is it content to be here, now?

The cactus cannot be content,
else why would it have thorns?
Thorns that keep those around it
from loving it with a hug

Is the cactus afraid of love?
Perhaps it is afraid that it will be noticed
The cactus stands still so I will not notice it
The cactus stands still so I will not hurt it

The cactus is not my cactus, it is its own.
Can I own a cactus?
I care for the cactus, I love the cactus
the cactus does not love me.

Can the cactus even love?
If it can't, is it only because it does not know how?
How can I tell the cactus I love it?
Even gifts are a token gesture

The cactus sits there in its pot
it is immobilized by fear
it is ignorant of love
it is so much better than I

The cactus is content on my night stand
staring at me and asking me
why it is afraid to love
and why it must wear spikes to protect itself

I cannot answer the cactus for I do not know
I cannot answer the cactus for I am not strong
I cannot answer the cactus
But I love that the cactus asks me.

This was inspired by my girlfriend's cactus, which I am currently cactus sitting. I love the word cactus, by the way.

Anyways, it was about five lines in that I realized I was actually talking about my girlfriend. So yes it's about the cactus that she asked me to look after (make sure her cat don't eat it, etc.), but it's also really about her. I can give an in depth explanation of all the lines of this poem, which to me makes it my greatest poem ever.

EDITS: All edits you see on this post are most likely to alter the wording slightly because it's still (like all of my works of writing) a work in progress.

by **EktaKKalra** » Tue May 20, 2008 3:54 pm UTC

Hey,
I often write poems. I have composed more than 2000 poems till date. Please read some of my poems:

I wish to write
The words of my heart,
The cause of its beats
The delicacy of thoughts.

* * * * *
A million reasons
Still to know,
The beats of heart
The sound that flows.

* * * * *
I lit a candle in solitude
With it I lit my dreams,
True, I saw a miracle real
My childhood smiling at my youth.

* * * * *
As drops in river
So do desires in mind,
Rise and succeed
On the command of time.

* * * * *
In the sweat with time
In the pain, Divine
We remember you
To forget life.

* * * * *
Never mind the heat of sun
Joys will come.

* * * * *
Tears wipe pain from my face
Not strength from my heart.

* * * * *
Tears are tiny drops of pain
In the ocean of ever flowing joys.

* * * * *
To the temple she goes with tears in
eyes,
From the temple she comes with
smiling pride.

* * * * *
Faith never cries
It's doubt that sheds tears.

* * * * *
In the magnitude of what exists
There is nothing in infinity
And infinity in nothing.

* * * * *
Near the fruity tree lies his grave,
He who died for a loaf of bread.

* * * * *
Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra
You can buy my book from my website:
http://nutracists.com/
ektakkalra@nutracists.com

by **ZonkerBrainless** » Fri May 23, 2008 2:25 pm UTC

I HAVE FOUND MY MUSE AND IT IS THE CAPLOCKS KEY

FOR IN THE TWILIGHT DEPTHS OF TIME IT IS THE SPARKLING SHOUT
AT THE TOP OF THE INTERNET LUNGS THAT DEFINES TIMELESS FORMLESS AND WIRELESS EXPLOSIONS OF SOUNDS THAT RIP OFF THE GROUND OUT TO MAKE A TRIP AROUND

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AT THE VERY TOP OF MY LUNGS
AT THE VERY TOP OF MY LUNGS
AT THE VERY TOP OF MY LUNGS

I AM A BLIND MAN THROWING FEATHERS IN THE HURRICANE OF THE INTERNET

I AM LOUD LOUD LOUD AND YET YOU CANNOT HEAR ME, YOU CANNOT HEAR ME, YOU CANNOT HEAR ME

AT THE VERY TOP OF MY LUUUUUUUUUUUNGS!!!!!!!!!!!!

LALALALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAA I CAN'T HEEEEEEEEAR YOU

by **greeniguana00** » Sat May 24, 2008 12:53 am UTC

I believe in a love that we some day may share
As naive as it seems, my affection's aware
I perceive that you hate me, but still I must dare
to not leave, to not sway, when I know you don't care

In your eyes, I see nothing, and naught in your voice
I surmise you hide feeling; I ought to just wait
From your cries, I take hope in a long sought rejoice
I give rise to a dream more than thought, it's our fate

Now the phone sits beside me, and soon longing appears
Words of wisdom “leave her alone” ring in my ears
the last time I saw you, it must have been years
you were smiling, you said... (I've forgotten)
the last time I heard you, you hung up
“Stop bothering me” you had said
now I'm afraid to call you
maybe you want to talk
but I won't risk it
yes I'll see you
tomorrow
I love
you

you'll
love me
tomorrow
you'll see me, yes
and be happy then
and you will want to talk
I won't be afraid of you
“We can talk now” you will tell me
my eyes lighting up, I'll say to you
“Okay, but now I have nothing to say”
And then you'll walk away, leaving me alone
sitting there, thinking about you, beside the phone
wishing I had called you, said I loved you, had I known

by **Air** » Thu May 29, 2008 2:04 am UTC

Woah, you shaped the lines and everything!

That's awesome. The fact that I can completely relate the subject matter helps.

by **linkshaender17** » Thu May 29, 2008 8:45 pm UTC

Here I'm lost behind this guise
Eclipsing what my soul screams true.
Steadfast I walk beneath these skies
of crimson laced with thoughts of you.

Fighting desires to give in,
A path I feel is meant to be,
May surely lead to my ruin
If only I could clearly see.

Bound and tied by shackles of pride
Obstructing good from breaking through
Yet winter tide is on the rise
to cleanse the mind and clear my view.

A conflict rages from within,
The fog is dense; it's hard to see.
A war is waged, which side will win?
Victory commands destiny.

I miss you already.

by **studyinserendipity** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:56 am UTC

@ Maseiken - just warning you in advance, this is a pseudo-haiku post, as it is not about seasons

The email that provided inspiration:

It is really warm in the office today.

Hopefully it doesn't get even warmer.

Makes me sleepy......

Hope your monday is going well,

And my reply:

Your e-mails are cute
Brief, haiku-like, ignoring
syllable number...

and amount of lines.

by **greeniguana00** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 11:32 pm UTC

You adorable monster,
how I feel alone without you

I'm confused
and you ignore me

You're beautiful
and seem so apathetic

but are you? I can't know
you won't tell me

I try to ask you
but I can't, every time

I'm scared to think without you
but I can't be with you

I still don't know why
I can't think, I can't speak

Please tell me I'm crazy
or that you hate me

then maybe I'll understand
and leave you be

Or tell me you love me
and then I'll ask why

you'd say such a lie
and bring me such pain

and then words will come
falling like rain

and wash out the silence
that makes me insane

but right now I feel only lonely
although you're an arms reach away

So talk to me
talk to me

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