Forty Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 My World ------------------ 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 ----------------------------- Well what do ya think? love it hate it but post your own! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Rage- Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 Damn I was thinking of starting a thread like this soon...give me an hour and I'll find mine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seeking Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 poemz are gay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest hipnos Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 HAIKU TIME!!!! i wish i could be oh so smart, as seeking is then i'd rape swans too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harpo Marx Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
graffsurgeon Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 Originally posted by seeking innocence poemz are gay if poem(z) are gay..what is music? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Rage- Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest bug Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 god rage, are you trying to disprove seeking with THAT? it only confirms his statement. i appreciate good poetry, not shit dripping with cheese........ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seeking Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 someday god will make people that get sarcasm. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Rage- Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest hipnos Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 oh my bleeding foot i lost it doing dishes no more will i dance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest bug Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A Fire Inside Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forty Posted January 22, 2002 Author Share Posted January 22, 2002 ouch........:o :o :o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seeking Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZackAttack Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 http://www.freephoto-i.net/users/tishacat/mehoy.jpg'> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
intercept Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 ill post some up in a bit,......//... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest blood as ink Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 Originally posted by seeking innocence poemz are gay spoking like a true poet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kaesthebluntedwonder Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 heres a few i found...enjoy! http://www.handmadepottery.net/images/Guy009.jpg'> http://www.handmadepottery.net/ceramic/imagesshoya/Copybowls7.jpg'> http://www.handmadepottery.net/karenzeilman/karenzeilmanimage03thumb.jpg'> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
When Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 I am love...I am despair I am everything and I am nothing the later being prevalent and the first a fleeting dream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Secret Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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... :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ASER1NE Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 ^^ dang man , i really like that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest imported_El Mamerro Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forty Posted January 22, 2002 Author Share Posted January 22, 2002 when I gotta say When. I'm really feelin that.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jades_blue Posted January 22, 2002 Share Posted January 22, 2002 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuburbianBrat Posted January 24, 2002 Share Posted January 24, 2002 here's some from my notebook: Birds chirp on screens of glass, Fly on sound, the trees stop. Whistling toads give way to thought, The sun sits on a desk. The dark moon sits content above, iron squares dance, To music of mind. lines converge to hate or love. Blind shells run mazes of black, track of white-spoiled kings unite plastic earth is formed to truth, and scattered amongst the roots. I am a triangle now, a three sided beast of mixed emotion. Dancing in the garden of good and evil, Eden resembles a stairwell. I watch men cross rivers of lions, we are ruled by time, color and size. Our eyes fixed on mountains, on which paper looms. Come humbly to the manger now, black silver leapards dance beneath, pumpkin sky children cry and wine, we are ruled by time. Haikus: Brustrokes form although clouded, men fall along tracks, I turn to find nothing there. Alphabet soup in the clouds, A storm on the screen, Thinking of form on a page. don't bite! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
khaotic970 Posted January 24, 2002 Share Posted January 24, 2002 THANK YALL FOR CUMMIN OUT GOD BLESS YOU GOODNIGHT Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daus Posted January 24, 2002 Share Posted January 24, 2002 This isn't mine but taken from the book Junior College written by one of my favorite poets Gary Soto: SMALL TALK AND CHECKERS I slip into my old robe. I weave my beard into a noose. I set a checkerboard on a trash can-- Three flies for me and my out-of-work friend. I call him Smiley, "Smiley," I say, "It's your move." He chuckles And raises his peppered hand to his throat, That satchel of loose skin. Smiley scratches His nose and shoves a checker. He says, "Is that corn Or your teeth?" I ignore him And leap like crazy over the board. I rub my hands together, Friction that was desire ten years before. The flies settle at the edge Of boredom and filth, Their fuzzy bottoms hugging the board. The sun presses westward. A boy on a bike tosses the newspaper, The news sorted equally between the dead And the living. The wind stirs The flies on our throats. When a girl taunts, "Hey, old man!" Smiley and I both look up, Feeble men eager at our final call. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinyl junkie Posted January 24, 2002 Share Posted January 24, 2002 one of the few i've had published: hey, girl, come sit in the car with me and smoke your voice away. maybe sleep for a minute. look at the lights. put our arms around each other. come upstairs with me. eat, sleep, fuck. get up when the car horns wake us up. don’t bother with a shower, just get in the car with me and drive. nowhere in particular. it’s really easy, you just pick a direction and step on the gas. go somewhere we’ve never been before, even if it just means going to a different 7-11 for a different soda and a different pack of cigarettes. find a place to park, to read, to write, to listen. check this off the list of places you’ve never been. now, get back in the car, we’re headin for the freeway. you know how you’ve always wondered what’s on the other side of that wall on 101... we’re gonna find out, you and me. now we know. come back home with me and sleep through the afternoon. wake up and it’s dark outside, everyone’s asleep, and there’s no cars going by on the street. hey, girl, come sit in the car with me and smoke your voice away... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earth robot Posted January 24, 2002 Share Posted January 24, 2002 I want free money WORK Work is the capitalistic way of tearing out the talents from people’s minds. The corporate pig takes the thoughts and emotions and twists them into a marketable product. He runs around throwing his ten percent, only to add to his pile by sixty more. People become trapped in his promises, of gaining his wealth. They slave at the same job without a day of gain. They are given useless pellets in the form of titles and names. All to blind them to the truth of how much the corporate pig makes. He will never get off of his thought stealing throne to tell a man good job. He sends an automated note, when he cannot give a raise. Men lust at his money, and then in turn he gains more of their life to enslave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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