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My World

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Dirty fingernails

& the smell of ashtrays.

Big-boned old ladies carrying brooms

have come to sweep it all under the carpet,

out of sight & not to be seen.

Kept hidden even from the

moldy coffee cups that litter the

surface of everything in this place.

We have cheap paint

& the constant sound of buzzing,

but the rooms keep getting smaller.

The closet with drity clothes tossed in front

I think is an entrance

to somewhere I don't want to go.

A place full of refrigerators

with broken freezer doors.

I can hear the people outside the window.

Their mouths saying more

than the minds would have liked.

I can taste the words they've let slip.

 

 

 

40Till5

 

 

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Well what do ya think?

love it

hate it

but post your own!

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Damn I was thinking of starting a thread like this soon...give me an hour and I'll find mine.

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Guest hipnos

HAIKU TIME!!!!

 

i wish i could be

oh so smart, as seeking is

then i'd rape swans too.

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drag this lake

looking for corpses

dusting for prints

pry up the floorboards

pieces of plane

and blackbox recorders

dont lie

 

and ive been procupied

with these six six senses

that sense DNA

on barbed wire fences

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Originally posted by seeking innocence

poemz are gay

 

I'll say this bluntly....Fuck you.

 

 

One of my "poemz"

My Crime

 

It's cold.

The luminescent glow of the moon reflects off the endless tracks.

I follow them as if I were being lead by hand to an unforeseen treasure.

I am unaware of the time.

It must be past two.

 

I approach the giant metal beast.

I am taken aback.

As I exhale the soft waves of cold breath swirl around my face.

I am ready.

 

I place my bag onto the ground and withdraw my first weapon.

The first few blows to the metal beast are tremendous.

With every hit, the beast is being destructed.

The beast is taking on new form.

My second weapon follows, along with the third, forth and fifth.

Each more different than the other, but still as effective.

 

The beast has been defeated.

Its change is now visible to all.

 

I am a graffiti artist.

This is my crime.

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Guest bug

god rage, are you trying to disprove seeking with THAT? it only confirms his statement. i appreciate good poetry, not shit dripping with cheese........

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Originally posted by seeking innocence

someday god will make people that get sarcasm.

 

the correct word placement would be:

 

"Someday God will make people that UNDERSTAND sarcasm."

 

 

One more:

 

LOVE / HATE

I hate you.

I love you.

I speak of you.

 

I don’t truly love anything.

I don’t truly hate anything.

How do I even know if I speak truly?

 

These words flow out of my mouth.

They slither unsubstantially through the air,

Ever soon besetting upon your recollection.

Your recollection of these words.

Love.

Hate.

 

A match is struck and the fire in your subconscious is set.

Your memory of love.

Your memory of hate.

My memory of love.

My memory of hate.

 

The blaze in my mind has been stamped out.

By you.

Washed away in a river of tears.

 

I hope you drown in that river.

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Guest hipnos

oh my bleeding foot

i lost it doing dishes

no more will i dance

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Guest bug

okay i lose...was rage being sarcastic with the poem, or was seeking being sarcastic? ooh, this hurts, i'm usually the one being misunderstood for my sarcasm.

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Eh, I'm not a big fan of sharing poetry with others, mostly cause I don't write it for anyone but me. I'll give it a try though...

 

This one is like a year and a half old...

 

Erosion

In the darkness I sit and lie

Wide awake all through the night

Nothing else to do but cry

and ponder, wonder and try to forget why

 

Why you did this to me, why

Why you left me to suffer, why

Why you told me you'd be back with help

As you ran into the fading sun

Clouds rolled in and thunder shouts

 

I pondered on my fear of the dark

and how I was never afraid until that night

Wondered why you'd run away

and leave me to this pain

I tried to forget everything

But it hurt too much

 

The blood ran cold

The cut so deep

How did you expect me to rest and sleep?

 

In the early hours of the morning as the sun rose

The clouds moved on and the rain dried up

I saw you coming from afar

I wondered where you went and how far

For hours passed, it seemed forever

But you came back, just as you said

 

And with the last fatal blow

You said you couldn't help

This is my fault

My problem and I'd have to find my own solution.

I sat and prayed throughout the day

Visions of a new revolution

The truth is I was living in seclusion

 

To open up and let you in

It took so much from me

But you couldn't see

This was so hard

This was too much

 

And now I lay awake as night falls

The shadows cast from street lamps above

and I wonder if heaven knows...

Knows if I will survive.

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i was being sarcastic, rage, unfortunitly, was being serious...

 

not that im criticising anyones poems, because im not, but i found that the day i realized i didnt give a fuck about making things rhyme, it was like a whole new world opend up for me. very few 'good' poems rhyme, because its just such a limiting format (dante's inferno being the exception)

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Originally posted by seeking innocence

poemz are gay

 

spoking like a true poet.

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I am love...I am despair

I am everything and I am nothing

the later being prevalent

and the first a fleeting dream.

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May 17, 1993

 

I must

I must

I must increase

My bust...

The bigger

The better

The tighter

The sweater

The boys

Will like us

Better...

 

:)

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Sorry, but any poem that starts with "In the darkness I sit and lie" merits the author a slow and torturous death. And Rage... please make the hurting stop...

 

I'm not good at poems, so here's one Beau Sia gave me:

 

State of the Nation

 

My high concept film

Involves teenagers and sex

And product placement.

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sometimes I wonder if you guys will ever stop being assholes....

 

as for fireinside -- I liked. Along with everyone else who had something to say.. or post. keep 'em coming - whatever they may be. Written works sound good to me.

 

Who the hell said poems had to rhyme? - besides 'poem' is a generic statement...

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