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Title: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 20, 2007, 07:31:42 PM
"Despair Sighted, For Death Is Thy Familiar"

I keep pressing a compress over the emotion,
but the stitches keep ripping open
Open mouths, fangs agape
my fury has a soul to rape
and against some rusted nails it will scrape
killing God with a child-like grin

Open are the sores of men
on and off again we stand up and spin
this globe of wandering, translucent disease
the flies are fucking their own larva as they please

Stupid pretentious verse of nothing
little trumpets blaring something
a meritless item no one wants to hear
beating on an unconscious queer

Seer laying on the floor
bones apart, splattered in gore
A whore, whose name is "no thank you"
we sat her upright and sneezed out her rapture

Deletion comes on the morning's grin
apart from love I rot again
screaming my screams to a deaf world
a dead god denied of his string of pearls
donkey punched and sodomized by the masses,
a mongoloidal tidal wave of excess and bleeding iconography

Tormented at conception
and
asunder we rip the muses
Fuses
counting down to the next front page addition of space
where once a meatbag blocked our view of hell

Sense was made on the first line
and now the demons of madness shall dine
upon wings made from the skins of dogs
impaling precision onto rotting logs

Erase
Rebuke
This poem is useless
So is everything else

(note: title is taken from a known phrase spoken by Beholders, from d&d canon)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on March 20, 2007, 07:48:17 PM
EMOS!

(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e9/blazinred13/emos.jpg)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 20, 2007, 08:18:57 PM
EMOS!

(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e9/blazinred13/emos.jpg)

Never did an image macro fit a thread the LEAST.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 20, 2007, 08:19:52 PM
"Tom, the Pod Person"

Cavorting about,
between exhalations and snarls,
the monster snorts derisively,
tasting the flat air for his desire.

He wants their pretty little flat heads.
Removed as they sleep in their flat burning beds.
He will never be rid of his need.
He must be fed.

Hi, my name is Tom.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Nomad on March 20, 2007, 08:29:12 PM
EMOS!

(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e9/blazinred13/emos.jpg)

Never did an image macro fit a thread the LEAST.

Cry about it.  :P
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on March 20, 2007, 08:30:41 PM
(http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/1066/emotomqc0.png)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 21, 2007, 12:56:27 AM
I'll try a limerick:

I once knew a bard who was good with a lute,
And played quite well, as well, on his flute
He'd play for his gold,
For young and for old,
He'd sit down a while, and a tune he would toot.

;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 21, 2007, 01:08:32 AM
The Broken Haiku

Once I tried to write
A haiku which fit the form.
It seems I failed.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 21, 2007, 01:21:40 AM
The Broken Haiku

Once I tried to write
A haiku which fit the form.
It seems I failed.

Holy carp you rock. =P
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 21, 2007, 01:27:16 AM
Why thank you.
I do try.=D
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 21, 2007, 01:30:48 AM
Lame. You shouldn't have to try to be too cool for school.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 22, 2007, 03:15:27 AM
No one is too cool for school. School is the coolest.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 22, 2007, 03:54:12 AM
I'm cooler than school, but still atend it to make it feel better.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 22, 2007, 04:04:41 AM
You can't be cooler than school.
Cool is the very definition of school.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 22, 2007, 06:30:16 AM
And? Sweet is the very definition of sugar, and I can be much sweeter than that if I wish.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Miss M. on March 22, 2007, 06:34:07 AM
Haiku: Pain

I gave you my heart
you gave me yours forever,
now you've caused me pain


Haiku: Puppet

Moving for my child,
I reach every demand.
I wish I could think.


Haiku: Summer

The winter snows gone,
the spring showers at an end,
Summer is my love.


Haiku: Sun

Sun shining brightly,
Who will live and who will die?
In your powerful light



......I did those when I should have been paying attention in History today.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 22, 2007, 06:54:43 AM
I don't even know how to do haikus. I don't wanna bother finding out either.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Miss M. on March 22, 2007, 12:45:32 PM
they're not entirely correct [mine] but it's not really that hard... just 5 syllables every line, 3 lines long.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 22, 2007, 12:49:19 PM
they're not entirely correct [mine] but it's not really that hard... just 5 syllables every line, 3 lines long.

5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables

It's very fucking easy.

The water gazes
with moonlit splashes breaking
as the rain comes down
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 22, 2007, 12:50:19 PM
Shade

Black is what we'd say
is not a color,
but a shade.
For the fools who call it color,
I feel tonight,
I'll kill another.
Because if I hear,
another fool who compares
black to red,
or blue to black,
I'll tear their spine out
upon a rack.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Miss M. on March 22, 2007, 01:02:27 PM
"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried.


He would not listen to his mother,
his sister or best friend
He only heard the other:
"Defend the vaterland"

"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried
his brown shirt new and chic,
he ran to battle eyes open wide,
blind with the fog of rhetoric.

He saw them falling one by one
the young men and the old
this dirty war could not be won
his mother had foretold.

He fell and whimpered for a while
lips exhaling a last "Sieg Heil"
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Nomad on March 22, 2007, 02:07:43 PM
o yah, SprinkZ is TEH BEST POET EVAR.  According to him.  So watch out for him.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 22, 2007, 04:49:21 PM
I made four poems:

"The Non-commitment Group Meeting"






"The Emperor's New Haiku"








"Hollow Man"








"Sam Fisher"















Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 22, 2007, 09:16:08 PM
o yah, SprinkZ is TEH BEST POET EVAR.  According to him.  So watch out for him.

Nope.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 22, 2007, 09:31:10 PM
"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried.


He would not listen to his mother,
his sister or best friend
He only heard the other:
"Defend the vaterland"

"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried
his brown shirt new and chic,
he ran to battle eyes open wide,
blind with the fog of rhetoric.

He saw them falling one by one
the young men and the old
this dirty war could not be won
his mother had foretold.

He fell and whimpered for a while
lips exhaling a last "Sieg Heil"

This has massive potential. I just think it needs a bit more imagery, and perhaps set in a first-person perspective. It would be easier to get into this youth's brain-washed head.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Wendy on March 23, 2007, 01:37:39 AM
I made four poems:

"The Non-commitment Group Meeting"






"The Emperor's New Haiku"








"Hollow Man"








"Sam Fisher"


















OMGLOLOLOLOLROFLMAO!!!

Seriously, that was pretty fucking funny ;D ;D
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Miss M. on March 23, 2007, 03:06:22 AM
"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried.


He would not listen to his mother,
his sister or best friend
He only heard the other:
"Defend the vaterland"

"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried
his brown shirt new and chic,
he ran to battle eyes open wide,
blind with the fog of rhetoric.

He saw them falling one by one
the young men and the old
this dirty war could not be won
his mother had foretold.

He fell and whimpered for a while
lips exhaling a last "Sieg Heil"

This has massive potential. I just think it needs a bit more imagery, and perhaps set in a first-person perspective. It would be easier to get into this youth's brain-washed head.
oh thanks. I found it difficult cause we had to write a sonnet in the stle of Tony Harrison for English. ;D I agree that it lacks imagery perhaps, but since it was a sonnet, I had limited rhythm and number of lines. Might adapt it to make it a longer poem sometime when I have the time..
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: unclegravy on March 23, 2007, 06:06:47 AM
OMGLOLOLOLOLROFLMAO!!!

Seriously, that was pretty fucking funny ;D ;D
Glad someone liked it.:P
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 23, 2007, 07:18:49 AM
"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried.


He would not listen to his mother,
his sister or best friend
He only heard the other:
"Defend the vaterland"

"Heil Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried
his brown shirt new and chic,
he ran to battle eyes open wide,
blind with the fog of rhetoric.

He saw them falling one by one
the young men and the old
this dirty war could not be won
his mother had foretold.

He fell and whimpered for a while
lips exhaling a last "Sieg Heil"

This has massive potential. I just think it needs a bit more imagery, and perhaps set in a first-person perspective. It would be easier to get into this youth's brain-washed head.
oh thanks. I found it difficult cause we had to write a sonnet in the stle of Tony Harrison for English. ;D I agree that it lacks imagery perhaps, but since it was a sonnet, I had limited rhythm and number of lines. Might adapt it to make it a longer poem sometime when I have the time..

Well the sonnet is frequently seen as presenting a problem or an argument, and then solving it in the last two lines (frequently the heroic couplet). I think for a sonnet it's quite good, but you could take this idea of a mindless shell youth and turn it into a great first-person perspective poem about it. I think that might work fantastically.

The rhythm is pretty good, but sometimes the meter skips out, but that's all right.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 04:37:46 AM
"Sphere of No Form"

Cold and recalcitrant
the shadows muse of darker mornings
long since secluded in basements of memories
We stood and praised the arching corners
of a love denied and fastened to burning skins
Reprints came out in sets of fifty
and the surplus we used as bandages on our open stomachs

Our form
our function
has been lost to the ages
on pages
whose lettering is a font only dogs can read
Plead
and be damned for half the purchase price of our competitor

Silence
and a god is denied
Reprisal
and a skin is shed for something wetter, more malformed

Malicious was the twilight of our youth
as the age of a thousand losses
losses which own real estate in hell
became the choir of the damned
singing to deaf deities with no pants on their cloven-footed legs

The seasons came and went
and the sphere of no form cast its magic
and upon our hands the scars from war
clinging like leeches in the reddened fleshes
were silent witness to our own self destruction
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 02:37:05 PM
"Fictional Reunion"

Somewhere,
I tread a little harder than perhaps was taught to me how to do.
Somehow,
I let the years ease by without any inkling,
of just what all of this would come to mean,
after all was said,
and after all was over with.
Sometimes,
I can see you in my head,
a dancing dervish of "what could have been",
and I go quiet,
in the midnight of my afternoons.

Somewhere,
there are photographs of you, in boxes, on some shelf.
Somehow,
they crawl, and claw, their way up and out into the light of day,
never stopping to ask my memories how they feel,
never glancing backwards to the time when they were made.
Sometimes,
I ache for those times before now,
when I had no knowledge of men and their designs,
and I go quiet,
my innocence as dead as you now have become.

To a world that is ever-moving,
and a line of slobbering fools who are ever pushing,
my missing of you is only matched
by the unshakable reality I never got to say goodbye...


-Written for my mother
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 02:44:19 PM
"Sphere of No Form"

Cold and recalcitrant What is cold and recalcitrant? What are you personifying? Or is this a person?
the shadows muse of darker mornings muse is the oldest word in poetry. The equivalent of saying heart, soul, shard, etc. Also, what kind of shadows? Are you personifying the shadows? Or is the shadow a creature?
long since secluded in basements of memories A lot of sibilance in this line...sounds like slithering.
We stood and praised the arching corners 3rd person to second person...very confusing.
of a love denied and fastened to burning skins a love denied? Some sort of guilty pleasure? A person? This is confusing.
Reprints came out in sets of fifty Confusing.
and the surplus we used as bandages on our open stomachs What?

Our form
our function
has been lost to the ages
on pages
whose lettering is a font only dogs can read
Plead
and be damned for half the purchase price of our competitor Huh? This entire stanza is a big huh to me. What do the dogs represent? Why can only a canine read it? Is it a metaphor? What is it?

Silence
and a god is denied
Reprisal
and a skin is shed for something wetter, more malformed Who is this "god," is the god the shadows, the memories, the canine god that wrote this text? This is insanely ambiguous.

Malicious was the twilight of our youth
as the age of a thousand losses
losses which own real estate in hell
became the choir of the damned
singing to deaf deities with no pants on their cloven-footed legs What the fuck?

The seasons came and went
and the sphere of no form cast its magic
and upon our hands the scars from war
clinging like leeches in the reddened fleshes
were silent witness to our own self destruction What the fuck?

Seriously...I have never read a poem that tried so hard to convey something, and only conveyed total nonsense.

Perhaps you can explain? Because there is too much ambiguity in this for me to interpret it properly.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 02:45:03 PM
Speak Easy

I told her it was about a hundred years ago
that we met.
I swear we were the bees’ knees,
roaring in the twenties,
drinking up the places where they spoke easy,
and we never cared about a word they said.
Our nights were spent
under the holler of quick music,
quick feet
and our slow jazzy love.
We just were out of contact
for those decades—
I told her, “Baby, I’m glad we’re back.”
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 02:46:42 PM
I enjoyed that piece. It reminds me of the work of Sylvia Plath. Recent write?
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 03:01:07 PM
I enjoyed that piece. It reminds me of the work of Sylvia Plath. Recent write?

It is recent, but I am not terribly familiar with Sylvia Plath. I will get more familiar with her though.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 03:09:16 PM
I enjoyed that piece. It reminds me of the work of Sylvia Plath. Recent write?

It is recent, but I am not terribly familiar with Sylvia Plath. I will get more familiar with her though.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 03:15:47 PM
I enjoyed that piece. It reminds me of the work of Sylvia Plath. Recent write?

It is recent, but I am not terribly familiar with Sylvia Plath. I will get more familiar with her though.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath

Wikipedia is in fact evil. I already checked that so far...I want to get a collection of her poems or something.

Apropos, explain that poem.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 03:17:00 PM
No. I attempted to be nice, and you went batshit insane. Predictable.

I think I am done acknowledging you exist at this point.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 03:18:54 PM
No. I attempted to be nice, and you went batshit insane. Predictable.

I think I am done acknowledging you exist at this point.

Batshit insane? Nah. You either explain that poem you wrote, or I will have to always accept it as batshit inane.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 03:56:59 PM
When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.

The poem has no explanation that I wish to share with the likes of yourself. It's called "poetry". Interpret it at your own pleasure. I don't really care if you "Get it" or "Hate it".
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 04:18:43 PM
When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.

The poem has no explanation that I wish to share with the likes of yourself. It's called "poetry". Interpret it at your own pleasure. I don't really care if you "Get it" or "Hate it".

If that's poetry, then I've never written poetry in my entire life. I never knew putting as many RANDOM things as possible into a bunch of unorganized strophes with countless enjambments was poetry.

You're really stuck-up.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 29, 2007, 04:21:41 PM
Metaphor is above social labels. Really.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 04:24:58 PM
Metaphor is above social labels. Really.

Being ridiculously subtle is NOT what good poetry is made out of; nor is being subtle like that. It doesn't make you clever, or intelligent.

I can make subtle connections that no one will get but me as well. Except unlike you, I want to COMMUNICATE an idea. That's what writing is meant to do: communicate.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 04:26:04 PM
Disillusioned Grace

I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
A place of chaos, and random order—
Mangled memories, fuzzy faces, and my intellectual-loan I called a license
was inside my crippled cavity. I threw my eyes forward,
many stares were seen. A double-shot caramel macchiato espresso was in front of me,
with a table—gum stuck underneath,
and I could overhear Them speaking.
I, the coffee-house-revolutionary had
a reason to shut up.


---

This is as subtle as I'll ever get. Anymore subtle and the idea I want to convey won't be heard by anyone but myself. Only fart-sniffing pseudointellectuals think that writing really subtle is clever.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 09:58:47 PM
Gotta Work

I like dreaming—
I lay in bed to sleep—
I feel piano wire
tying its way around my neck.
I wake up to shower,
and I make a rug in the drain.
I drive and watch people cursing
and screaming—
all of them screaming at me.
Why can’t I go faster,
or slower,
or perhaps just not go at all?
I arrive at work,
and I know I have to do
this job, or whatever.
Something tells me
this isn’t all I can do;
(but) People tell me
this is all I’m good for.
I used to wake up
and drag a comb
through my dark hair, down
to its curly roots.
I used to shower
and watch suds and water
disappear.
I’d go to school
and be able to hold my hands
in a fashion I chose.
I’d day dream
while gazing at the playground
and those word smothered breezes
from the teacher would blow over my head.
I think that was the way to live.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on March 29, 2007, 10:00:41 PM
Disillusioned Grace

I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
A place of chaos, and random order—
Mangled memories, fuzzy faces, and my intellectual-loan I called a license
was inside my crippled cavity. I threw my eyes forward,
many stares were seen. A double-shot caramel macchiato espresso was in front of me,
with a table—gum stuck underneath,
and I could overhear Them speaking.
I, the coffee-house-revolutionary had
a reason to shut up.


---

This is as subtle as I'll ever get. Anymore subtle and the idea I want to convey won't be heard by anyone but myself. Only fart-sniffing pseudointellectuals think that writing really subtle is clever.

K
here's my free verse poem about you

emo emo
why aren't you dead
emo emo
cut yourself please
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 10:11:24 PM
Disillusioned Grace

I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
A place of chaos, and random order—
Mangled memories, fuzzy faces, and my intellectual-loan I called a license
was inside my crippled cavity. I threw my eyes forward,
many stares were seen. A double-shot caramel macchiato espresso was in front of me,
with a table—gum stuck underneath,
and I could overhear Them speaking.
I, the coffee-house-revolutionary had
a reason to shut up.


---

This is as subtle as I'll ever get. Anymore subtle and the idea I want to convey won't be heard by anyone but myself. Only fart-sniffing pseudointellectuals think that writing really subtle is clever.

K
here's my free verse poem about you

emo emo
why aren't you dead
emo emo
cut yourself please

How is the poem emo? Errr...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on March 29, 2007, 10:14:08 PM
Disillusioned Grace

I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
A place of chaos, and random order—
Mangled memories, fuzzy faces, and my intellectual-loan I called a license
was inside my crippled cavity. I threw my eyes forward,
many stares were seen. A double-shot caramel macchiato espresso was in front of me,
with a table—gum stuck underneath,
and I could overhear Them speaking.
I, the coffee-house-revolutionary had
a reason to shut up.


---

This is as subtle as I'll ever get. Anymore subtle and the idea I want to convey won't be heard by anyone but myself. Only fart-sniffing pseudointellectuals think that writing really subtle is clever.

K
here's my free verse poem about you

emo emo
why aren't you dead
emo emo
cut yourself please

How is the poem emo? Errr...

All poems classify as 'emo writings'
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 29, 2007, 10:26:38 PM
Disillusioned Grace

I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
A place of chaos, and random order—
Mangled memories, fuzzy faces, and my intellectual-loan I called a license
was inside my crippled cavity. I threw my eyes forward,
many stares were seen. A double-shot caramel macchiato espresso was in front of me,
with a table—gum stuck underneath,
and I could overhear Them speaking.
I, the coffee-house-revolutionary had
a reason to shut up.


---

This is as subtle as I'll ever get. Anymore subtle and the idea I want to convey won't be heard by anyone but myself. Only fart-sniffing pseudointellectuals think that writing really subtle is clever.

K
here's my free verse poem about you

emo emo
why aren't you dead
emo emo
cut yourself please

How is the poem emo? Errr...

All poems classify as 'emo writings'

Even Edgar Allan Poe?
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 12:30:40 AM
Edgar Allen Poe DEFINED emo. We have him to thank for the cultural train wreck of Tim Burton, etc.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 12:49:40 AM
Edgar Allen Poe DEFINED emo. We have him to thank for the cultural train wreck of Tim Burton, etc.

Edgar ALLAN!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111 Poe did not define Emo :P

He defined psychosis, angst, and...OMG HE DID DEFINE EMO!
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 01:44:15 AM
Sprinks, my response:

The poem was written in large part for a community of which I am a moderator in the "dark and gruesome area" of poetry posts. It reflects upon the emotions and nuances of the community, the ups and downs that come with such things. Overall, it is about how, at the end of a day, a community has only the form we assign it. Basic gist.

"Sphere of No Form"

Cold and recalcitrant [the shadows on the following line tie into this]
the shadows muse of darker mornings muse is a direct reference to a site I am a mod on, by name]
long since secluded in basements of memoriesnostalgia, again for the site people
We stood and praised the arching corners this represents turns of events on the board
of a love denied and fastened to burning skins imagery dealing with flame wars
Reprints came out in sets of fifty contemporary play on words dealing with plagurism
and the surplus we used as bandages on our open stomachs open stomachs is a metaphor for people spilling their guts and again, flamewars

Our form
our function
has been lost to the ages
on pages
whose lettering is a font only dogs can read meant to convey mass ignorance
Plead
and be damned for half the purchase price of our competitor
metaphor for people who give up everything to win an argument, but lose their humanity (lol irony)

Silence
and a god is denied
Reprisal
and a skin is shed for something wetter, more malformed

metaphor dealing with the horror of blood that boils in veins when one is affronted

Malicious was the twilight of our youth
as the age of a thousand losses
losses which own real estate in hell
became the choir of the damned
singing to deaf deities with no pants on their cloven-footed legs

The seasons came and went
and the sphere of no form cast its magic people come and go on all forums
and upon our hands the scars from war
clinging like leeches in the reddened fleshes people bear grudges online sometimes
were silent witness to our own self destruction our community destroyed itself and was reborn anew

So basically, the entire poem was an emothgoth fucktard way of identifying with board drama, at a community. This poem was published in more than one location, but it was mostly written as a personal reflection on the drama, the honor, and the random insanity that internet web forums always bring to the table.

It was intentionally vague, so that when written, those on the site where it first appeared could appreciate its vagaries without needing to explain it, or need it explained to them.

Posting it here then, was my mistake I suppose. It was more to show some emotion, rather than enlighten.

Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 01:47:27 AM
Sprinks, my response:

The poem is was written in large part for a community of which I am a moderator in the "dark and gruesome area" of poetry posts. It reflects upon the emotions and nuances of the community, the ups and downs that come with such things. Overall, it is about how, at the end of a day, a community has only the form we assign it. Basic gist.

"Sphere of No Form"

Cold and recalcitrant [the shadows on the following line tie into this]
the shadows muse of darker mornings muse is a direct reference to a site I am a mod on, by name]
long since secluded in basements of memoriesnostalgia, again for the site people
We stood and praised the arching corners this represents turns of events on the board
of a love denied and fastened to burning skins imagery dealing with flame wars
Reprints came out in sets of fifty contemporary play on words dealing with plagurism
and the surplus we used as bandages on our open stomachs open stomachs is a metaphor for people spilling their guts and again, flamewars

Our form
our function
has been lost to the ages
on pages
whose lettering is a font only dogs can read meant to convey mass ignorance
Plead
and be damned for half the purchase price of our competitor
metaphor for people who give up everything to win an argument, but lose their humanity (lol irony)

Silence
and a god is denied
Reprisal
and a skin is shed for something wetter, more malformed

metaphor dealing with the horror of blood that boils in veins when one is affronted

Malicious was the twilight of our youth
as the age of a thousand losses
losses which own real estate in hell
became the choir of the damned
singing to deaf deities with no pants on their cloven-footed legs

The seasons came and went
and the sphere of no form cast its magic people come and go on all forms
and upon our hands the scars from war
clinging like leeches in the reddened fleshes people bear grudges online sometimes
were silent witness to our own self destruction our community destroyed itself and was reborn anew

So basically, the entire poem was an emothgoth fucktard way of identifying with board drama, at a community. This poem was published in more than one location, but it was mostly written as a personal reflection on the drama, the honor, and the random insanity that internet web forums always bring to the table.

It was intentionally vague, so that when written, those on the site where it first appeared could appreciate its vagaries without needing to explain it, or need it explained to them.

Posting it here then, was my mistake I suppose. It was more to show some emotion, rather than enlighten.



This reminds me of cyber-culture poetry in a sense. I wish to get more into the cyber-culture kind of poetry, since it will be the next type of poetry (I am sure of it). I just had no idea what this poem meant, and now I think I know even less...link to these forums?
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 01:48:11 AM
Gotta Work

I like dreaming—
I lay in bed to sleep—
I feel piano wire
tying its way around my neck.
I wake up to shower,
and I make a rug in the drain.
I drive and watch people cursing
and screaming—
all of them screaming at me.
Why can’t I go faster,
or slower,
or perhaps just not go at all?
I arrive at work,
and I know I have to do
this job, or whatever.
Something tells me
this isn’t all I can do;
(but) People tell me
this is all I’m good for.
I used to wake up
and drag a comb
through my dark hair, down
to its curly roots.
I used to shower
and watch suds and water
disappear.
I’d go to school
and be able to hold my hands
in a fashion I chose.
I’d day dream
while gazing at the playground
and those word smothered breezes
from the teacher would blow over my head.
I think that was the way to live.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 01:48:35 AM
www.undyingmuse.com
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 01:52:27 AM
I have registered, and now I need to wait...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 01:52:43 AM
Gotta Work

I like dreaming—
I lay in bed to sleep—
I feel piano wire
tying its way around my neck. facing the day?
I wake up to shower,
and I make a rug in the drain. lol that is nice. hair clogs ftw!
I drive and watch people cursing
and screaming—
all of them screaming at me. road rage?
Why can’t I go faster,
or slower,
or perhaps just not go at all? indecision
I arrive at work,
and I know I have to do
this job, or whatever.
Something tells me
this isn’t all I can do; striving for more in life, noble. Most don't look ahead.
(but) People tell me
this is all I’m good for.
I used to wake up
and drag a comb
through my dark hair, down
to its curly roots.interesting imagery
I used to shower
and watch suds and water
disappear.
I’d go to school
and be able to hold my hands
in a fashion I chose.gloves? postures of your hands? mannerisms?
I’d day dream
while gazing at the playground
and those word smothered breezessilences surrounded by bustle, sweet moments
from the teacher would blow over my head. silence disturbed by instrusive humanity
I think that was the way to live. you prefer the life of the thinker to the laborer. not a bad thing


I like the end sentiment, it shows a process that doesn't negate one's perspective.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 01:55:05 AM
The admin and mods agreed that manual account activation is a must. We have been plagued by an army of bot registrations over the past couple of years, and they are attempting to curb that. I will let Jade (the owner) know to get you activated asap. Her online presence is spotty, but she will check her email soon.

Hope you like the place, your writing is most welcome, and you will find that, although the site is slow, we have very established writers present. You will fit right in  ;)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 01:56:27 AM
I always find it strange how it's so ingrained in our culture how we must work incredibly hard, and if we do not work we are bad. Some people would say what you do (write) is not really a job, because you are not breaking any sweat unless we are talking about your mind. It's left-over crap from the Puritans/Pilgrims of Plymouth anyway. So I always try to always find a way to do something that doesn't require a ton of work...life is too short to be totally consumed in a 9-5.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 01:58:18 AM
The admin and mods agreed that manual account activation is a must. We have been plagued by an army of bot registrations over the past couple of years, and they are attempting to curb that. I will let Jade (the owner) know to get you activated asap. Her online presence is spotty, but she will check her email soon.

Hope you like the place, your writing is most welcome, and you will find that, although the site is slow, we have very established writers present. You will fit right in  ;)

The bot problem is pretty serious...constantly updating forums can't solve how fast an asshole can create a spam-bot. What do you mean by established writers? Also, what medium do you go through to find editors/people looking to publish poetry/prose? I keep trying to find places to publish, but all the ones I found so far want Christian stuff. I want to talk about things far simpler than God. I like to write poetry about things that are really simple, and basic. God is too complicated, and too strange for me to explain.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 01:59:45 AM
I always find it strange how it's so ingrained in our culture how we must work incredibly hard, and if we do not work we are bad. Some people would say what you do (write) is not really a job, because you are not breaking any sweat unless we are talking about your mind. It's left-over crap from the Puritans/Pilgrims of Plymouth anyway. So I always try to always find a way to do something that doesn't require a ton of work...life is too short to be totally consumed in a 9-5.

In total agreement. Here is a snippet from something I wrote expressing that sentiment:

Reality is not a lab dish. Reality is not swayed by our appeals to it's vanity, or the silly belief we have a say. People rush around, oblivious to the end that is coming. We are taught to earn money, to be smart and productive...

I think people want more for themselves, but the programming is so overbearing, most cave in and just do it. For example, the people who, when I was in highschool, were the rebels, the spiked heads, the pot smokers, the black makeup kids, now drive volvo's and attend community fund raisers, while their kids arcade hop. Or the trailer park example.

People lose themselves along the way, to the "must produce" mindset that America, in particular, preaches. Thank heaven I actually didn't follow that line. ::)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 02:03:10 AM
I always find it strange how it's so ingrained in our culture how we must work incredibly hard, and if we do not work we are bad. Some people would say what you do (write) is not really a job, because you are not breaking any sweat unless we are talking about your mind. It's left-over crap from the Puritans/Pilgrims of Plymouth anyway. So I always try to always find a way to do something that doesn't require a ton of work...life is too short to be totally consumed in a 9-5.
Reality is not a lab dish. Reality is not swayed by our appeals to it's vanity, or the silly belief we have a say. People rush around, oblivious to the end that is coming. We are taught to earn money, to be smart and productive...

It's very true, and I sometimes feel sad when I see people proud that 40 years of their life was dedicated to work, and the rest of it will be dedicated to learning who they married, who they really are, and who their kids are.

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I think people want more for themselves, but the programming is so overbearing, most cave in and just do it. For example, the people who, when I was in highschool, were the rebels, the spiked heads, the pot smokers, the black makeup kids, now drive volvo's and attend community fund raisers, while their kids arcade hop. Or the trailer park example.

People lose themselves along the way, to the "must produce" mindset that America, in particular, preaches. Thank heaven I actually didn't follow that line. ::)

I am trying to find a way to be happy. I don't care if it involves money, but I still find in these times...it's very hard to avoid what already exists. I still have to pay for my girl, and work, and do the "right" thing as society would see it. If I do not, I begin to be seen as a slacker, which is almost as bad as being a thief.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 02:08:21 AM
The admin and mods agreed that manual account activation is a must. We have been plagued by an army of bot registrations over the past couple of years, and they are attempting to curb that. I will let Jade (the owner) know to get you activated asap. Her online presence is spotty, but she will check her email soon.

Hope you like the place, your writing is most welcome, and you will find that, although the site is slow, we have very established writers present. You will fit right in  ;)

The bot problem is pretty serious...constantly updating forums can't solve how fast an asshole can create a spam-bot. What do you mean by established writers? Also, what medium do you go through to find editors/people looking to publish poetry/prose? I keep trying to find places to publish, but all the ones I found so far want Christian stuff. I want to talk about things far simpler than God. I like to write poetry about things that are really simple, and basic. God is too complicated, and too strange for me to explain.

My forums, which are down until tomorrow night, deal art in all mediums, and we had the same problems. But I updated the forum code to latest incarnation, and have since put safeguards into place that refuse access to 86% of the bots that normally get through the basic filters.

By established writers, I mean people who are published, who teach writing, or basically just are out there, in the literary world. Several of them are novelists as far as I have learned. A couple of these people run another site called poetrypages, and in a word, that site is massive beyond comprehension.

Publishing is a topic I could write you a novel on, lol but I won't put you through that. For my writing of poetry I go the self publishing route, using services such as Xlibris, or my own self, such as ebooks, and paid for, print on demand things such as Lulu.com, Cafepress, etc (which means your book never goes out of print). Cafepress costs like $6 a month and you can upload your manuscripts, your cover art, all that mess, with an included E-ISBN, for no additional fee, and sell your books, in both paperback and hardback formats. They take many sizes of books, both length and physical book size. It is rewarding because YOU are the editor and publisher, and selling your work or getting your name out there is a total process you control on your own. It makes publishing accessible for anyone who has the time and drive to do so.

For novels, that requires similar approaches, but if you want to write the next big thing, you simply WILL have to go the traditional lumber mill route, and if you subsidy that, it's quite pricey. Xlibris is like a one time fee of 1,500 smackers, PER BOOK (for the high end marketing kit and press stuff with it and they design the cover for you), but its a real professionally designed book like you would see at a bookstore, and has an ISBN and never goes out of print because of the print on demand thing.

Personally, I prefer to do it all myself, and thus cut out the middleman. Thus, whether or not a book is well received, it was all me, and that is what is most important to me: I said it. I did it.

I will send you some links to relevant sites than can steer you in the self-publishing world, if you are interested, but i will pm them, so im not filling this up with spam.

In response to the bold type up there, I think that was well said!
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 02:14:17 AM
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My forums, which are down until tomorrow night, deal art in all mediums, and we had the same problems. But I updated the forum code to latest incarnation, and have since put safeguards into place that refuse access to 86% of the bots that normally get through the basic filters.

Sometimes it is amusing to see a clever bot that knows that it's a poetry forum, and then you see 100 links about Emily Dickinson porn or something...

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By established writers, I mean people who are published, who teach writing, or basically just are out there, in the literary world. Several of them are novelists as far as I have learned. A couple of these people run another site called poetrypages, and in a word, that site is massive beyond comprehension.

As long as they do not use Allpoetry/Everypoet I am cool with them. Everypoet is hardcore mean and fucked up. Allpoetry is too soft, and they do not allow real critiques.

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Publishing is a topic I could write you a novel on, lol but I won't put you through that. For my writing of poetry I go the self publishing route, using services such as Xlibris, or my own self, such as ebooks, and paid for, print on demand things such as Lulu.com, Cafepress, etc (which means your book never goes out of print). Cafepress costs like $6 a month and you can upload your manuscripts, your cover art, all that mess, with an included E-ISBN, for no additional fee, and sell your books, in both paperback and hardback formats. They take many sizes of books, both length and physical book size. It is rewarding because YOU are the editor and publisher, and selling your work or getting your name out there is a total process you control on your own. It makes publishing accessible for anyone who has the time and drive to do so.

Self-publishing reminds me of Walt Whitman a bit. I really would love to do that, it really sounds quite interesting, and right now I have the funds to do such a thing. I just believe I need to refine my poetry a bit before I go and publish my own works. I believe there is a lot I don't know yet.

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For novels, that requires similar approaches, but if you want to write the next big thing, you simply WILL have to go the traditional lumber mill route, and if you subsidy that, it's quite pricey. Xlibris is like a one time fee of 15,000 smackers, PER BOOK, but its a real professionally designed book like you would see at a bookstore, and has an ISBN and never goes out of print because of the print on demand thing.

Well, if the book is anywhere near decent, you can make up the 15,000 bucks in the first 1,000 copies. If Oprah talks about it, you'll be unrealistically rich.

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Personally, I prefer to do it all myself, and thus cut out the middleman. Thus, whether or not a book is well received, it was all me, and that is what is most important to me: I said it. I did it.

I will send you some links to relevant sites than can steer you in the self-publishing world, if you are interested, but i will pm them, so im not filling this up with spam.

Yeah, that sounds freakin' amazing. Middlemen are for noobs.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on March 30, 2007, 07:04:24 AM
Edgar Allen Poe DEFINED emo. We have him to thank for the cultural train wreck of Tim Burton, etc.

Edgar ALLAN!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111 Poe did not define Emo :P

He defined psychosis, angst, and...OMG HE DID DEFINE EMO!

I'm glad you've finaly realized.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 07:17:53 AM
As long as they do not use Allpoetry/Everypoet I am cool with them. Everypoet is hardcore mean and fucked up. Allpoetry is too soft, and they do not allow real critiques.

Oh yes indeed. They allow critique, and usually make it clear that you shouldn't pimp your own work more than you comment, but it rarely if ever has become a problem.


I have been on that site for about 3 years now, known the owner for 5, she is a close friend of mine. They are wonderful people. If you poem needs work, they won't sugarcoat it, but they aren't asinine about it.

There is one poster, however, who I have had quite a sitcom with. Her name is Saynora_de, and she is a completely talented and well spoken poet, but she has the most misguided critique method known to human kind. If she doesn't like how you worded something, she will make mention "this word does not belong". 10/10 times, she is completely off the mark, and thus madness ensues when I am involved.

She is only 16 though, which I had no idea about, so that makes it easier to deal with. Just take note of that one, she means well, but "the road to hell is paved with pretentious.."

 :D
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 30, 2007, 12:11:33 PM
As long as they do not use Allpoetry/Everypoet I am cool with them. Everypoet is hardcore mean and fucked up. Allpoetry is too soft, and they do not allow real critiques.

Oh yes indeed. They allow critique, and usually make it clear that you shouldn't pimp your own work more than you comment, but it rarely if ever has become a problem.


I have been on that site for about 3 years now, known the owner for 5, she is a close friend of mine. They are wonderful people. If you poem needs work, they won't sugarcoat it, but they aren't asinine about it.

There is one poster, however, who I have had quite a sitcom with. Her name is Saynora_de, and she is a completely talented and well spoken poet, but she has the most misguided critique method known to human kind. If she doesn't like how you worded something, she will make mention "this word does not belong". 10/10 times, she is completely off the mark, and thus madness ensues when I am involved.

She is only 16 though, which I had no idea about, so that makes it easier to deal with. Just take note of that one, she means well, but "the road to hell is paved with pretentious.."

 :D


Ralmfao, that's great: "the road to hell is paved with pretentious..."

I love pretention; it's so INFURIATING. Apropos, I am on the site now...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 30, 2007, 12:12:16 PM
I haven't been to bed yet  ;D
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 31, 2007, 03:12:32 AM
The following piece is in the format I intended. It is structurally based on the exact method I intend to perform it, spoken word, next week up at a local reading I am attending. This event is a not-for-pay venue, but a rally on anti-violence against children. Thus, the format is again, intentional. Obviously, hearing it as I intended is not possible, so please keep that in mind when it becomes...off kilter. This was intentional to convey ideas that tie into the ending of the written content, and is meant to be from the perspective of an abused child who has reached the end of his days as a man. The violent portion is self-inflicted, and should be confused with contradiction. Everything said is intentional.

"Alone"

I am sitting inside my center at this exact moment. I am content. I am at one. Every cell is listening, with rapt attention, for what magic my desires will weave this night. The world is on pause. My worries have been face-fucked into obedient silence. Everything in my sight is bound to me. Everything within my dreadful reach is mine. I own it. I control it. I manipulate it. I become what I want to become and nothing, not a thing, can stop me.

I feel insurmountable. I feel, inside the deepest, darkest, hissing and sleeping evil of my rotten to the core self, where my silent disease is clotting my arteries, the clacking jaws of the starving Arctic Wolf. I am the alpha male in this forsaken place. None can nor would challenge my strength. In the snow of denial that swirls about me, I melt each unique and special snowflake with ragged breath, formed of a terrible and fearsome willpower mightier than that of the angriest God's wrath.

I thirst for the hunt. Not for game, and not for my meal, but for the sheer...sensation of the flesh. For That sweet, quickened taste, as my inner primal essence sinks my intent into the flank of whatever random thing is at hand. Trees. Horses. Iron bars. Grenades. Human FUCKING beings. Paper. It makes no difference. I want to eat the whole fucking planet earth and shit it out and wallow in the excrement, just for the pleasurable knowledge that it bothers the small part of me that remains human.

I will chain that bastard, unwanted child of perdition away; that part of me that is soft, malleable, and pathetically frail as a newborn. I will poke out his eyes and force feed them to him, and pluck out each tooth, just to see how high-pitched that little pig shit whiny fuck can scream. I will bash his fucking skull until his cries for reason and sanity and purpose have become nothing more than a garbled, digitally diffused white noise, grating on the nerve clusters of a God I denied so fully, that I caused his final, contemptible END!

Everything will wane. All withers in due course. I can become as strong as an ancient Redwood, and yet, still, as is always so, I will loosen my hold on the denuded soil with my roots. So from redwood to Wormwood, will I slip. I will atrophy. I will succumb. I will go the final direction. I will bear witness to a final winter, and south will I aim my failing glances.

FUCK THAT!

I will RAGE against this closure! I will not be silent! I have earned scars to resist this! My hide is thick from the lashes of circumstance! I will scream so loud that it will rupture my veins and rend my tendons! I will fuel my infernal stubbornness with my own pain! I will fuse my every fucking sentient notion against it with the drive to win! There is only my own belief! Everything bends for ME. I am not finite! I am not a mote of dust upon the cosmic floor!  I will NOT be ignored! I will RAGE against the silence! I will BITE! I will PISS and SHIT and RIP and tear at
THIS FUCKING PRETENSE!

(chew up and spit out my still burning cigarette at the crowd and snort derisively - cig will be a prop during the performance)

I will look down at my hands, covered in sweat. I will trace the ley-lines of years across each palm with eyes that have seen more than some can imagine. I will despair in that exact instance. I will see the lines have deepend. I will see them to have become cuts, Gouged axle trails from eighteen wheelers from the cold, hard roads of life, grinding over another bag of soft meat. I will acknowledge that raccoon and that armadillo and realize I am no different. Life is always in a hurry. I am always in the way. I will acknowledge.

I...I can always deny it, even in defeat. I can fall to these knees, the splinters tongue fucking  my nerves, piercing my ebbing strength, as it seeps out beneath me, into the dust where I know Inevitability's kiss awaits to wet my lips. I know how this will end. I know all too well what waits for every man in the dark.

Alone is a cunning predator. Alone is callous. Alone is ruthless. Alone is what waits for every man. Every woman. Every dog and every idea. Alone is always waiting. Always watching. He is infernally patient. He will gnaw a talon in patient reverie, as I flow into to his mock-erotic devices. His lust is only matched by his godlike patience.

I will destroy everything to deny that I am going to be destroyed. I will become immortal in the goto-loop binary INSISTENCE that goes into labor within my completely unrestrainable mind, that it cannot end this way. My refusal will take physical form. It will crawl its way up and out from this grave of circumstance and bite at the breasts of the reason. I will suck out the fatty tissue and watch it foam on my cracking lips. I will swipe my crusty, filthy hands across the face of Sanity. I will deny her, in spite of myself, until I am convinced the silence is gone away from me. The silence....My only quiet, persistent...NAGGING FUCKING FEAR...is that silence. That god damn silence. There is no noise that can compete with that smothering, hovering, lingering, sadistic non-sound.

And in the silence that comes, I will believe I fought it off. To the last fleck of tired skin and clotting drops of room temperature blood, I'll believe I fought that fucking bastard named Alone, killing his sister Sanity, and escaping his prison of "Not Anymore".

I will tell myself,  in spite of all of this, that the face now before me is so....So perfectly luscious. The mother of Alone, the queen of the Fated Winds, will lure me close. She will lean in like a curious lover, her tongue of absolution will lash, teasingly, against mine. I will quiver in some inane pleasure at this, despite what I know it to signify. She will impregnate my wounded, blistered maw with that tongue of absolution. It will sting at the outset, and my inability to scream will still not make me shy away. Her touching wet tongue will be undeniable. I will kiss Inevitability back with passion, for my fate is entwined with this romance, and it is the romance of all who draw in their many stolen, over-extended, unworthy and wasted breaths.

Alone will stand at a distance, watching his mother, his queen, use her most potent utensil, her Absolution Tongue, to bring me to him.

Alone is me and I am him. Death is Alone, and so am I.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: SPrinkZ on March 31, 2007, 03:00:26 PM
As I said on the other forum. My only complaint is some of the sayings seem a bit worn and lose their impact at the right moment, and some phrases I've heard before. Overall, it's a great piece and uses stops to great effect.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on March 31, 2007, 04:46:24 PM
It needs more titty.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 01, 2007, 10:41:55 AM
"Snowless Winter"

This roaming winter road
is besotted with missing, reckless abandon
I sit and sift through the clothing of a hope
and find myself high on a ledge, with a mask on
I look inward, and there rests a claw
it rakes across me, opening a maw of chest flesh;
a tumor-sized, cumbersome reminder
that snow doesn't fall in Hell

Hell can be subjective,
just as the clouds have multiple personalities
And yet, and yet...
I look around my circumference
to find the salt shaker that contains her ashes
and her white powder becomes the snowfall
in this season
between the screaming and the drying of tears

Currents on the winds slap
and my face protests these ministrations
I turn away from that which burns
but with ice, not with fire
an invisible demonic surge against me
I look outside and see silent freezing
the snow is gone from my fields of grieving
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Big Bad Assed Wolf on April 23, 2007, 04:29:44 PM
SOMBER TRUTH.

For all that does arise
Will only meet its demise
Es geht alles vorbei
Heralding questions as to why

Opposite to what is proud
Vanity killed in its shroud
Failing to comprehend
Only after it does ascend

Orisons attain their dominion
Steeped in truth, not opinion
Cried out in disdain
In fear of an alien domain

Surmount this fear, shall we
Rather than shriek begone thee
This dread has always shown
What little we have ever known
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Big Bad Assed Wolf on April 23, 2007, 04:41:23 PM
EMANCIPATION. DEDICATED TO JANICE.

In an ardent desire to reach
For something special to adorn
Yet that lay stranded on a beach
Appearing remote and forlorn

With wrath, brandishing the sword
As anger readily facilitates
Lashing out against this discord
Drunk with anguish that inebriates

But at the chance to be free
Unveiling a most hidden desire
An opportunity to merely be
Allowing the torture to expire

No longer burdened to atone
He is content, he is alone.

This is an attempt at an Elizabethean love sonnet, tinged with bitterness.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 23, 2007, 05:11:27 PM
I dig it.  ;)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Dioptimus Drime on April 23, 2007, 07:10:33 PM
This is one I wrote a while back. Don't think I posted it here yet. If I have, I'm gonna look like an ass. It's somewhat experimental, so if it's confusing, it's probably not your fault.

"Habeas Corpus Secus"
Simon Swift (aka Noel HansoN)

My rose enigma,
She sheds the scent of desideration,
Which I receive,
Breathing in pining commiseration.

A sigh,
A notion,
A contemplation.

I wonder,
I wander,
In concentration.

My emerald enigma,
She shares a path with me so sublime,
Which I follow,
Unconcerned of the way or the time.

Inhale,
I struggle,
Indifferent to my strain.

Apathetic, but
Analytical,
Attention to my strain.

My gold enigma,
She casts her wealth to me, riches beyond,
Which I snatch up,
Though I don't understand what is behind.

Altogether,
A heave,
A sigh of relief.

Intake,
Intrigue,
Intention unknown.

My fuchsia enigma,
She extends her regality of isolation,
Which I grasp,
Absorbing gladly the connotation.

Interest,
Incited,
Inside my head.

A theory,
A query,
A quickly quelled quip.

My precious white enigma,
She hovers o'er my head in continuum.
Which I see,
Verse caught in moratorium.

A thought,
A verdict,
A verification.

Is it?
It is,
Infatuation.


~D-Draw
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 23, 2007, 09:36:33 PM
I dig this one too.  ;)


I like how you expressed so much in so little in each portion of the overall poem. I am not 100% clear on the intent of the theme, but it reads well. Written from personal or impartial stance?
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Dioptimus Drime on April 23, 2007, 11:47:46 PM
I dig this one too.  ;)


I like how you expressed so much in so little in each portion of the overall poem. I am not 100% clear on the intent of the theme, but it reads well. Written from personal or impartial stance?

Personal. To clarify, my original intent is sort of to compare two conflicting mindsets on the same issue--the more romantic and visual disposition, and the straight and to-the-point factual/analytical disposition.

~D-Draw
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Big Bad Assed Wolf on April 24, 2007, 04:15:58 AM
DECEMBER MIST

I remember, I remember
A cold pilgrimage in December
And all it does bequeath
The end of autumn, a falling leaf

I remember, I remember
A sad pilgrimage in December
Transcendence coming soon
Languished howls at the moon

Stood in the mist at the gate
Devoured by most intimate hate
Stood in the mist in the garden
Spirit fades and soul does harden

Replayed every June and May
Sentiments that won't go away
A shadow of infinite duration
melancholy parade of humiliation

I remember, I remember
That freezing December mist
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 24, 2007, 06:14:29 AM
Someone wrote me a poem once. I wanted to post it but can't find it either. But basically its about piranhas living in the bath...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 24, 2007, 06:23:26 AM
I was in the bath and he wanted me to get out so he wrote that poem, saying the piranhas would eat me or something if I stayed in the bath
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: submerge529 on April 24, 2007, 12:15:17 PM
here's a haiku inspired by Louis C.K.

Bought a tomato
I ate it and it was good
Shut the fuck up now.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Vauxhall the Vampire on April 24, 2007, 12:29:01 PM
here's a haiku inspired by Louis C.K.

Bought a tomato
I ate it and it was good
Shut the fuck up now.

IMA CHARGIN MUH LASERZ
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 25, 2007, 08:22:29 AM
In the words of the loved Vamp:
























































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Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 25, 2007, 08:40:08 AM
I found that piranha poem Lurvebucket of Maus!

There's a piranha in the bath
It has an evil laugh
It eats hands and feet
and poos on the toilet seat
since it's not big enough to raise the seat up and use the toilet like a normal person

Then I moaned that it wasn't a nice poem so he wrote this one

Love drank too much
And occasionally swore
but her face was bonny
her beauty without flaw
Apart from her knee
Which was a bit scabby,
So really, line 4 was totally wrong as there was a flaw
But the knee was quite easy to conceal
Giving the illusion that her beauty was without flaw
even though the knee was quite sore


Naturally I moaned some more...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Kasroa Is Gone on April 25, 2007, 08:43:50 AM
How quickly my mind climbs down
from the sphere of control
into the rocky island
in the pit of flames
there it sits for what seems like hours
before the ladder takes it back
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Dioptimus Drime on April 25, 2007, 10:32:25 AM
So, it was four in the morning, and I was attempting to think through specific issues in my life and decided that I might be able to convey myself in poetic verse. I wasn't, really, and thus my poetry quickly degenerated into scribbling down random nonsensical phrases which floated by my thoughts. However, I harvested the core of the actual poem before it was just randomly scribbling different things down, and here's what I came out with in my post-edit piece. I also found the note somewhat humorous considering the preceding poem and its truthfulness, so I included that as well.

"Shades"
by Simon Swift (aka Noel Hanson)

How can I make it?
I'm floundering.
I'm flailing.
I'm falling fallaciously.
But am I?
And why?
Questions float voraciously.

Stop. Life is shit.
Deal with it.
Push through.

Is there a point? A motive?
I'm meandering.
I'm misconstruing.
I'm mute, moot, mopped.
What next?
I don't know.
How?
I don't know.

Stop. Life is shit.
Deal with it.
Push through.

Wakes of red,
and yellow.
Insightful incentive
to incite insolence.
Colors fly,
Harmoniously ominous.

Stop. Life is shit.
Deal with it.
Push through.

Maybe I am crazy,
If just a little bit,
but I'm sick of it.
This poem is no longer
Comprehensible.

*Note to self: Do not try to articulate thoughts in esoteric poetic verse while attempting to think through issues--my poetry is far better in retrospect.*


~D-Draw
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 25, 2007, 10:42:13 AM
lol. Lovely poetry, nonetheless  ;)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Dioptimus Drime on April 25, 2007, 10:46:25 AM
I still think I'm going to stick to retrospective poetry, though, for the sake of comprehension. :P

~D-Draw
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 25, 2007, 10:46:34 AM
Very nice, but, come on, it can't hold a candle to pirahna in the bath...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 25, 2007, 10:50:33 AM
Very nice, but, come on, it can't hold a candle to pirahna in the bath...

Water might add some insight into that.... ::)
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 25, 2007, 10:58:45 AM
Very nice, but, come on, it can't hold a candle to pirahna in the bath...

Water might add some insight into that.... ::)

I didn't think of that
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Miss M. on April 25, 2007, 11:01:05 AM
I found that piranha poem Lurvebucket of Maus!

There's a piranha in the bath
It has an evil laugh
It eats hands and feet
and poos on the toilet seat
since it's not big enough to raise the seat up and use the toilet like a normal person

Then I moaned that it wasn't a nice poem so he wrote this one

Love drank too much
And occasionally swore
but her face was bonny
her beauty without flaw
Apart from her knee
Which was a bit scabby,
So really, line 4 was totally wrong as there was a flaw
But the knee was quite easy to conceal
Giving the illusion that her beauty was without flaw
even though the knee was quite sore


Naturally I moaned some more...
lol. I would too! terrible.  :P
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 25, 2007, 11:02:56 AM
I found that piranha poem Lurvebucket of Maus!

There's a piranha in the bath
It has an evil laugh
It eats hands and feet
and poos on the toilet seat
since it's not big enough to raise the seat up and use the toilet like a normal person

Then I moaned that it wasn't a nice poem so he wrote this one

Love drank too much
And occasionally swore
but her face was bonny
her beauty without flaw
Apart from her knee
Which was a bit scabby,
So really, line 4 was totally wrong as there was a flaw
But the knee was quite easy to conceal
Giving the illusion that her beauty was without flaw
even though the knee was quite sore


Naturally I moaned some more...
lol. I would too! terrible.  :P

he did a worse one as well but I ain't posting that. After all my moaning he finally did one that was sort of nice

Love drank too much
And occasionally swore
but her face was bonny
her beauty without flaw
Her eyes were striking
As blue as a sea
And her hair was not ginger
in the wind it blew free
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Dioptimus Drime on April 25, 2007, 11:05:01 AM
I like the other one better...

~D-Draw
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on April 25, 2007, 11:06:45 AM
You would!

Actually, I will post the worst one cos the last line kicks arse

Love's eyes were mad and glarey
Love's armpits were foul and hairy
Love's hand was manky and gay
The scarknee was eating Milk Tray
Love's bum was having a fart
Love's feet were ready to start
Kicking the shit out of me for writing this poem
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on April 25, 2007, 11:20:17 AM
Another day is blown apart.
A sweet moment has been supplanted
by time and distance.
A voice on the line is cut into static.
A song was sung to become a dial tone.

Another moment of peace became uncertainty.

Why the fuck do I get out of bed anymore?
Would it truly matter if I died in my sleep?
Who would weep?
Who would have their world shattered?
What space would be cleared by my erasure from Darwin's to-do list?

And so it goes,
an ocean in between the beauty I felt near her,
and the wall of silence I sleep standing up against.
Another night spent in silence,
typing my bleeding heart inanity onto a cold, silent page,
with a moon as cold as the stars so far distant past her face.

Another night spent in decomposition,
of composition of a muse that is forever alone,
forever tortured by the need to be loved,
the need to be heard by someone in the flesh,
some ear to tweak at the sounds I desperately share,
with a world gone mad from selfish ambition.

And so I go, on into the late hours,
a dead-man-talking, to myself, through these poems,
screaming, scratching at the door,
for a little piece of peace,
to find comfort, to be needed,
to be held down and shown my charms have gravity, just ONCE.

It used to be simple,
the incandescent hues of each dawn,
promising to be filled with purpose.

I keep creating.
I keep bleeding.
I keep reinventing the notion of self.
I keep spinning the wheel.

But the silence comes time and again.
I wake up alone.
I am surrounded by my own creations.
They cannot hold.
There is no comfort.
There is only the bastardized silence,
the truth,
stabbing me in my face,
as I refuse to blink back my fear.

Alone is just another night...in silent decay...
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Big Bad Assed Wolf on May 01, 2007, 08:25:04 AM
LONELY DAYS

There was a time I could envision
In most fervent optimism cloaked
Colliding with truth and derision
Destroying the happy dogma invoked

Looking back on those lonely days
Every distress highly compressed
Vivid recall of every one does amaze
Extirpation of virtues once caressed

Those lonely days did inaugerate
The quelling of every delusion
The time did at once demarcate
What was real from illusion

For another there was no more pain
The tedium that suffering spawned
Freed from the torment never again
In haste these lonely days dawned
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Durdan on May 01, 2007, 08:27:48 AM
Little birdy in the snow
brokes its wong and could not go
so i lurred it to me with some bread
then i crushed his effing head
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Colonel Gaydafi on May 01, 2007, 08:33:37 AM
Beautiful. Brought a tear to me eye.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Durdan on May 01, 2007, 08:37:54 AM
slowly slaughter
the unborn meak
rip them from their mothers
straight off the teet
throw them into a world unknown
hope they land on their feet.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: EvilToothpaste on May 01, 2007, 11:41:04 AM
excellent stuff, everyone!



No time to sleep, no time to dream 
No time for love, or maybe it’s me
No time to chat, no time, old friend
No time for work, no money for hay
No humor today, seems funny that way
No time to run, much less for fun
No thought to stray (from study, anyway)
No end in sight, give up, I might, but
No need to fret, no sense to quit:
No time’s been wasted, except to shit.
9-5-01   
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: EvilToothpaste on May 01, 2007, 12:08:09 PM
her daydreams have taken her away,
perhaps they’ll take her where she wants to stay.
quaint streets that bring her back from home,
she imagines life is not inside their bones.
yeah, she can see their uneven sidewalks
but of tomorrow is all she seems to talk.

she can feel rhythm and taste melancholy
neatness silently so naturally.

she wakes up under stars late at night
she traces her trail in their shattered light
the pincushion path dictates her feet
she wonders if she knows where it will lead.
small steps that take her far from here,
I hope they’ll take her somewhere awfully near.

Thursday, December 20, 2001
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Agent_0042 on May 01, 2007, 07:22:48 PM
Quote from: Uncyclopedia: Sexual Innuendo
The surf on the rocks,
Gentle rain falls on cedars,
I will fuck you raw.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'll fuck you with a rake

A thread killer if I ever saw one.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Big Bad Assed Wolf on May 02, 2007, 04:07:50 PM
ANGER

A revealation of wretched being
Illuminated in a manner verbose
A festival of blood seething
Articulating something bellicose

Sentiments loudly heard
Leading everyone to surmise
A wondeful Old Norse word
Unwillingness to compromise

An esctacy of wrathful trembling
Perhaps begetting future remorse
A disclosure of that resembling
The serpent of poisoned discourse

Dawned in a sepulchral morn
Another miserable day is born
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Agent_0042 on May 02, 2007, 04:12:16 PM
Damn...I'll have to try harder next time.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: EvilToothpaste on May 02, 2007, 11:29:02 PM
No one listens to anyone else in this thread; they just post their own shit and hope for some gratitude or appraisal. 
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on May 03, 2007, 06:02:46 AM
If only you were straight.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: submerge529 on May 03, 2007, 10:23:25 AM
Conflict boils over like an angry sludge

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Hope.
Springs.
Title: Re: The "Post Your Poem" Thread
Post by: Midnight on September 09, 2007, 06:50:12 PM
Bumped because all the best trends begin with me.