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you should also lighten up. oh never mind, you believe people should be shot for expressing themselves creatively in a way you don't approve of. |
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ah, theres a large difference between me actually believing something and me making a joke. you may not have found that funny, but don't insult my intelligence by not recognizing it as being humor. |
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well, then you should have recognized that i was joking as well. |
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my poem was coming from my heart, and you ignored it. my feelings are teh hurt. |
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zaphod, i didn't mean to start a pseudo-conflict. i just jokingly answered your joking. maybe i should have put one of those little ";)" things or something to show that i was just fooling around. it can be difficult to express sarcasm over the internet. |
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I remember Dolleater's recommendation to take out all forms of sarcasm out of your online conversations. And all other types of humor as well. |
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sandwiched between earth and sky 2 dimensional like an amoeba in a microscope slide see the horizon go flat like a wall the world is a bull and we're driving down its back towards its head towards 'the wall' that appears on the horizon it's flat like a picture of a white-painted shack |
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i like that one it's good!.. |
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thanks! |
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he was probably joking |
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Of course he was. Or was he? |
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teh fuck teh shit teh ass teh damn teh bitch |
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OMG we have a winner! props on using an odd number of lines, it works so well. |
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heres my original haiku: dog, is running fast watch out, car, driving too fast blood, on the fender |
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meh. this one sucks. but here we goooooo... white walls. empty room. waiting for color to spill from the ceiling and crash down through the silence. requiem for joy shot down my xylophone spine. wind chimes envy my rattle as cold chills wrench subtle seizures. slumped in seat, the calm burns eyes as they watch life trickle down legs and pool at feet. |
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My poem called a small picture, enjoy! A small picture, a footnote And they don’t pay attention Although I look deeper still Into your ambiguous intention You label yourself inept and without Feelings and a common sense After being viewed so many times They look past the deserved reverence Your colours dark and significance unknown To most who take the passing glance If they stopped and see what I always saw They would give you your chance To shine through their world of menial tasks To out do your ‘better’ sibling The creative stars and the luscious knowledge Are just yours for the plucking If they stopped and stood in awe like me You would shout aloud Your wisdom, courage and knowledge That makes your creator proud |
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have you posted that someplace else? i feel like i've read that before. perhaps in some other poetry thread? |
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yeah i have, but no one noticed it/commented on it, so i though i would put it again |
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There once was a girl called Zeta Who looked nothing like our Neetta I took her face And fucked it up And now she's minging |
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had some good pomes. Where'd he go? |
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kill kill kill, the white man. kill him until he is dead... kill kill kill the white man. kill him on his bed. |
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We need to save the whales Sea World is sickning All they care about is sales Don't bring your kids there They'll see bloody , dieing life The employees don't care THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE DEATHS OF THEIR KILLER WHALES THAT ARE ENDANGERED AND THE FACT THAT THEY'RE HELPING WITH THEIR EXTINCTION!!! Don't support Sea World. Don't support institutions that create animal cruelty. |
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Don't support institutions that create animal cruelty. such as, almost every single restaurant/grocery store, clothing stores that sell products with animal fur/hide, medical institutions and companies that test their procedures/drugs/products on animals, etc..? |
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don't try to make me sound like a hypocrite. sure it can be. there's a difference between going to a clinic and going to see live animal acts at sea world. (besides im vegan , i do the best i can. i dont care of others aren't... im not trying to change people's lifestyles.) maybe i should of re-quoted that. trying to show the hidden information behind animal institutions that seem to be "helping and saving" animals. |
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i wasn't trying to make you sound like a hypocrite, i just wanted to point out that supporting institutions that commit animal cruelty is almost unavoidable. i think it is a good thing for everyone to state their beliefs about these things because maybe your example could help influence others to do something about it in some way. i also agree that someone's beliefs shouldn't be forced upon other people to try and get them to change their lifestyle, but it's a good thing to get others to realize that animal cruelty exists everywhere in today's society and is not just from a few "evil" corporations. the less people who are ignorant or indifferent to the entire problem, the closer it is to being stopped. |
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Nothings darker than your brightest smile No one is perfect like your sarcastic tone Sometimes it’d be nice if you brightened up a bit Pull the bee out of your ass and set it free The fire between us is ablaze So is our humanity I’d love to get close to you Feel you Love you But it’s like fighting for a lost cause The hate we’ve created is so clear now We can’t pretend anymore We can’t make our emotions vanish It’d be so great to To hide it all down deep inside Smile behind our hands Let the river of denial flow in our souls Let the fiery clutches of guilt and sorrow cling to us like animals But there is nothing we can do now Pretend to be friends Feed each the lie that in the end we will be together Have it drain down through us Sifting out our fate and leaving it to dry in our minds Clouding it like haze And giving us the idea that our love is true i wrote that after finding out that a close friend was backstabbing me |
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that was really well written. i'm sure a lot of us can relate. it's nice to see some people here willing to share their poems/ verbal expressions, even though that can be very personal and revealing. |
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I like the rhythm of that one. A natural rhythm, one might say. |
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okay, good then. ;) |
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here's one i wrote... butchering up her face in front of the mirror: 'honey the kids are on strike they're marching through the backyard and spitting on the swingset' picking at his scabs and spinning the lazy susan: 'dear the chores will get done with the children or without them we should try our best to ignore the cries and whi(s/m)pering' screaming and choking at their skies and plucking weeds: 'guys we should've made bigger signs and spilled more of our blood on the grass' |
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that one is beautiful and disturbing at the same time |
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i really liked that one. |
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Numb as she falls to the ground Crying and wailing All she’s lost All she’ll never have She’s woken up Realized what she is Drowned in what she was And what she will always be to be Maybe I should stop holding her Maybe I should let her up out of the abyss She kicks She screams She begins to realize As her lungs fill with her sins As she sees the light that is her destiny As she thrusts her head upward with one final push Using the last of her god given strength She breaches the water She jumps Climbs Flies to me And we meet Falling Failing Loving Never have we met but our love is stronger than anything on this earth In my arms as I cradle her Embracing for the last time She comes She smiles And she whispers “Thank you “ that one is about how much it hurts to realize the truth and what great lengths people go to to hide it from themselves |
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de-root this feeling and forget it all devote these feelings to forget it all: i feel a longing without desolation your diverting magnetism instills in me a feeling that i must be repelled.. now here i stand, unremembered i gaze into your radiant glare my sweltering pupils dilate. while you, a burning student of un-intent contract.. into ra(n)ge (now), i can't see apparently fall into ra(n)ge: digging my way again.. digging my way in is there no other way to win? i would halt to a crawl a limping distraction of courage, or envy observ(at)ing the majesty and observing all that is true in you but i cannot ignore this implication, the lethargic impulse to recreate poppies popping into my head corrupting our souls, until we are dead de-root this feeling and forget it all devote these feelings to forget it all |
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2 of mine: The sand whistles through the oceans toes. And picking up a blade of grass he moves along the expansive coastline I am mine now I own me, I own me And it is sweet |
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The houses and the quarters are full the shelves are tightened but I will not leave. The atmosphere isn't any taste the distillation is for my mouth always.... In love with her, I will go to become undisguised and naked, in contact with the enemy within me. my breathing and inspiration I strike at my heart, blood and air through my lungs, the aspiration of the green one goes away and dry goes away, the dark colored border and the hay in the barn the sound of the words of my voice to the wind, the slight kisses, embraces, reaching around arms, the game of brightness the pleasure in the attacks of the streets throughout the fields and slopes the sensation of health |
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good one.! |
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not a "poem" but it's poetic to me. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- I have stood, dancing, in the eye of the storm. Rationale can lead to approximation of knowledge but raw experience is truth understood in the moment. I’ve experienced the Mystery so many times. It consumes me as I write this. It seeps into my awareness and I feel it. The Mystery is a constant of existence. One may choose to deny it or deny it unconsciously but it will always be present for rediscovery. It is always attracting someone. Someone is always tripping over it or diving into it. Never will there be a time when the Mystery is absent. As we force the it further into the macroscopic and microscopic realms of perception we fall deeper into the spell of the illusion that there is not Mystery but merely illusion. It is the illusion that there is no Mystery, that mystery need only be corner so that it’s mask may be removed. The mask removed reveals but the Mystery in yet another form. So slippery is the Mystery. |
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i really like that poem btw |
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