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i'll start: pixelated memories page 3 of 4 dimestore tapestries eskimo wannabes rolling on the moores Haida, Tlinkit Herbie Hancock did "Rock It" ganja in my pocket will have you rolling on the floor |
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oh god nooooooooooooooo |
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thats really fucking intelligent especially when we have a "poetry" thread at the top duh |
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but. uhm. that's not meant for "your" poetry... |
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I'm too stupid to write poetry but here's one from Jim Davis, creator of Garfield: I have a buddy My buddy's a toad He's kind of muddy He's flat on the road But he is my buddy My buddy to stay Till he's peeled up And sailed away |
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lol |
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aaw i like that |
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tarzan in the jungle has a belly ache wants to do a toilet *phlphlphlphl* too late |
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everyone should post some serious poems they have written and/or lyrics from their songs, if they have any.. i have like 2 1/2 pg of lyrics/spoken word that is used in one of my songs, but i don't know if i wanna type it all up and post it here if no one else is participating.. |
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yes. i'm afraid to actually post something serious. |
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i will if you do!! |
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erm. okie. lemme find something i'm not comPLETEly embarrassed to share. this may take a moment. hehe. |
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lobotomy lullabies leak from receivers pressed into colorless ears. eyes and lips clipped from magazines. sullen stares watch with wonderment. black cashmere curls like thick ink. forgive my lack of artistry. privative pleasantries pour into skulls left mindfully unattended. eyes enamored shut from remembrance. sullied time suggests deceit. brown mane mussed by haggard hands. acknowledge my fleeting patience. |
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your turn. =/ |
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i like it. |
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quiet, you. |
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but thanks...all the same. that is. heh. =] |
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i wish i could use it for my poetry project... |
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nice, i'm still typin here |
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trapped in oblivion caged in fear reality escapes and insanity nears im losing my grip and shedding a tear as i stare into nothing and nothing appears my life is a chasm into which i peer but theres nothing to see and theres nothing to hear And as the adrenaline slows and my mind returns to calm all i can feel is the sweat on my palms and i cry.. but the view doesnt change when i open my eyes so i carry on living, living a lie its time like this i wish i'd just die, but i carry on living in this eternal dream My mouth distorted in a silent scream And down my cheek rolls a single tear, which takes me into my final fear (oblivion) (ps -- dont flame me, i wrote this when i was about 15 :) i think it highlights the reason why people arent posting their poems... poetry tends to be a personal thing |
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oh wow. that kind of compliment is just... well. uhm. thanks, though. =] but stop, now. and i must leave for work right now...(F"W)E(M#W"Pofja'wpofjeW_E"FIW#LjLWFf)... but i shall return to read it in a few hours. see yous. |
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ack! that last bit was meant for mr. Q4Z2X. |
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wait, make up some crazy foreign name and ill say you're some poet from Christmas Island.. wherever that is. |
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christmas island = indian ocean, just south of indonesia. |
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There once was a girl called Monica, That fell for IDM electronica She racked her brain, for an incredulous band name, and ended up with Spoingyfluffcloingker |
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nothing is left to be said by you except that you deserved this. no one needs to clarify this, and one mustn’t befriend the unfriendliness that our society possesses no need to justify this simply simplify or die in the current style then re-imply and assume and resume destroying the desolate distinction between all of these cross-bred crosses and your semi-sane insanity then leave us with peace and undistracted dysfunction. an unsure purpose, certainly no reason. because you’ve never tried it, is why it forever occurs try to concentrate this prolific ardor, while constricting, into something representing benevolence this is what transpires; (because of your malevolence) i don’t believe this is what we deserve so then all of our greed combines, into something tangible, full of fangs and fried circuits, a semblance of stickiness tangled into your beliefs, overwhelming the truth, cherishing this untrue entity, and reuniting him with his one idol (of remorse.) it is excruciatingly simple: while you are widowing your fundamental complications, you are prevailing in your new found pretentious peacefulness this nonsense is quite appropriate. now condone it, with no repentance. i’ve always wished i had a wish while you desired to desire. we all dreamt we had a dream. that our thoughts were thought out loud and you saw our nerves, exposed. we shied away from the wee dreams that i thought we all had but i’m determined to control this: futile hope and it seems as if they cannot decide whether to kiss or kill they are already afraid of his life of lies, the weather, and… three-hundred-thirteen seems superfluous so eternity would be hell but hell would be eternity so can you decide for us? i cannot, but if you can’t i will for you i’ve seen this happen before i am so sorry you overkilljoy. now take your mind, please, then take it apart. reassemble and cover, spread on your sad sabbath’s surgical salve and cure yourself. affirm that the therapist is not the rapist |
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and this life isn’t really just an insect dreamer’s dream. while you yearn for this ominous oblivion i will learn from your enigmatic intricacy i can already feel myself slipping away [into your unmistakably complex hostility] you obliterate me once then implicate, eviscerate neutralize and devastate yesterday’s marauding of this evil charade wednesday slipped away again today it was never really here buy aren’t we all.. nothing can retell the way that you sang the suffering of at least two million, their lives list underneath the way that you understood the standing unknown christ is simply christ simple is as you forgot simple is us all singing again beneath the stars while you’re above from another’s view watching back at the same moment twisting perception to meet us but not you, never. then suddenly you snap the circle blending delight with agony and the disregarded lives of all other humans resulting in the demise of this dogmatic chemical and you will never know no one ever will and then violate, desecrate, annihilate never again will you speculate how i have countless reasons why you fill me with contempt gone are the un-serene sirens that perturb us. yet again i’m repulsed by the repugnance that you reveal if my wish for a wish ever did come true, then i wish you’d never again replace me with you |
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damn apostrophe squares |
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Melissa: You are my heart, You are my soul, You give me life, And make me whole. I give to you, All of my life, To hope someday, You'll be my wife. I want to live, Life by your side, To see the love, You have inside. I want to dream, Sweet dreams of you, And ever know, Our love is true. I wrote this for my gf as part of her birthday present :) I tell you now, I know for sure, My heart was ill, You are the cure. Melissa dear, I love you so, And with these words, I let you know: You are my heart, You are my soul, You give me life, And make me whole. |
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*barf*! |
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*cries hysterically* |
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I cried too.. the Barf was to do with an old kebab I found in my slippers. |
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not sure what to say about that reply... |
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the barn is creaking, creaking loneliness i should be doing my homework, homework but instead i'll write this terrible poem and yet like life it ends and i've contributed nothing |
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thanks naaic |
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stairs.......stairs......... stairs going upstairs, stairs going downstairs...... sliding down the banister, running up the stairs............. Stairs.........stairs....Stares? *chortle* |
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you are really fucking intelligent HAH |
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Happy Puppy! Good Boy, Yes You Are Such A Good Doggy Good Buddy Wuddy Puppy Wuppy Happy Puppy Doggy! |
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haphazard mallard's calling card order pilfered at the border like Battlestar Galactica tactical reptiles flabby with bovine wrappings lips smacking on the gristle hectic warp-factor tactics on crack |
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Slicked up Shined up Load up Blow up |
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cool, thanks for typing out your stuff guys! |
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nice thread so far.. 'twas a good idea |
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My member. My member is black as black as night it am an ebony rythem stick. you want to see it? you want to see it? here it am, here it am, it am as big as a 14 pound ham. thank you. |
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i think some of you should follow the example of corticalstim, crocomire and tab and post some at least halfway serious shit.. |
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i think poets, mimes, and film critics should be rounded up and shot. the poets could write bad poetry, the mimes could do bad performance art interpreting the poetry, and the critics could review it. then they could all die! and the world would be a better place. |
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lol at usacid poem keep em comin yall, however they be |
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please? |
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that's terrible except for the mime part. but even they don't deserve to be killed, just to be placed in a glass box, for real.. |
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lighten up. oh never mind, you write poetry. |
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little treibster from the stars kaka power is my PHARTS! i will chase you like a MOLE let me touch that sweet wet HOLE |
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