Thread: My Poetry...

Like a bandanna tied tight, they restrict your vision
Unable to see out through the current conditions.
An assault on reason, with implications of fear
Tyrannical acts of terrorism draw near.
Not from Al Queda or Iran, Iraq
Our own government oversaw the 911 attack.
God damn back stabbers, don't give a fuck
Administer ID cards, to keep their ideals intact
I'll rip through this system of kings and treason
Colder then snow gripping the summer season
Slightly misleading, but reread the lines
It's misplaced, like situational fines

So where as citizens do we draw the line?

Or should I give up freedom as which should be mine?

A man who hated poetry
Stepped out in the rain one day
His shoulders were hunched as he pulled up his hood
He was looking for something to say

Life had become so dreary
To get out of bed was a chore
He'd abandoned his friends toward reclusive ends
And the ladies all found him a bore

His car was decrepit and rusty
His clothes, they were ragged and worn
He looked like a slob with a low-paying job
And his hair was unstylishly shorn

The judgment of others he dreaded
Such weight did he give to their jeers!
He never would try, he'd just sit back and cry
That he didn't fit in with his peers!

He wasn't the king of nothin'
Couldn't sing or draw a cartoon
An eccentric of sorts and he didn't play sports
And he'd never even been to the moon!

He wished he'd had something to offer
For the world to know he had worth
But it's hard to go forth and to live out one's dreams
When one carries the weight of the Earth

He wanted to live in solitude
At the same time, attention he craved
He felt trapped in the box of a sad paradox
And quite sure that he couldn't be saved

Well the rain it kept on a-pourin'
It soaked through his hood to his hair
He stood and he thought and he thought as he stood
That surely he was going nowhere

Was this what the good Lord intended?
Limbo was all that he'd known
It seemed plain in his mind the he'd stayed far behind
While everyone else had all grown

Along came a break in the rainfall
The sun momentarily shone
Then all in a flash he sat down on his ass
And he scribbled his very first poem

It took him a couple of hours
He erased it again and again
It wasn't that good but he threw back his hood
And looked up at the sky with a grin.

Your Heroes are Dead

Your Heroes are dead
They're all in your head
Their memories fade
As the sun rises, red, burning.
A monument to ubiquity.

Your Heroes are gone
They left with the dawn
Your childish wishes
While the moon dances, silver, shining.
A monument to naivete.

Your Heroes have no legacy
Save fleeting hypnopædic memories
And when nothing is left
We'll start again.

Its happened again
As it has so many times before
Mr. Wonderful broke your heart
Now he's off with "That Little Slut"

And as you have so many times before
You come to me resting on my shoulder
Pouring your heart out, and crying softly

You look up at me with tears in your eyes
As you have so many times before
And in choking sobs you exclaim
"I wish I could find a guy like you"

And as I have done so many times before
I look down at you with a sad smile
and whisper "Yeah... That would be great."

thats all for now..

kthanxbai.

guess not... I found another one...
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.Wake.the.Silence.



Wake up.
Open your eyes.
The lives you lead are all lies.
But you'd rather die blind.
Oblivious to the fact.
That you can fight back.
And stand for something.
Rather than dying for nothing.
Materialism creates the hate.
Stored inside your soul.
That will be with you till you grow old.
So be bold.
And take a stand.
I'll be there to hold your hand.
As we walk to the capitol.
We'll watch it all fall.
To the ground.
With not a sound to be heard.
Though it deafens the ears.
The silence.

Is the only thing that exists.

I glance at the edges of her ocean
Unsure
Should I take this plunge?
If I do I will be lost
Forever.
Surrounded by unfathomable beauty
Suspended in unending, ceaseless, joy
I know full well that if I choose to dive
My gaze will never waver from her eyes.

Well done. I quite like the the second one. I don't agree with the conspiracy theory in the first one but it also is quite unique and well written.

Keep writing.

Thank you kindly.


And I shall.

I forgot about this thread. lol

Big bump of all my new(ish) work.

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Teacher

First day of this new class
Holy hell, my professor isn't objective in the least
I can tell these two and a half hours each week
will be a struggle to survive
I already want out, not 2 hours in.
I came to learn, not hear him prosetlyze.
I've shut him out
All I can focus on are varicose veins and coffee stains
His face is very familiar yet I can't place it.
Moments later it comes to me
He looks like Flounder.
Not the fish, but the frosh.
That chubby loser from Animal House
Plus 60.


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Just some crap I wrote today in my Philosophy of Religion class

Little Square of Paper

One little square of paper
missing from my pile
it's somewhere on the ground
I won't stop searching til it's found
I'll keep looking with my tongue

Untitled Agony


"Whatever floats your boat" she said

but somehow the idea of being a shipwreck excites me

I am an iceberg

but all she sees is the peak

metaphors are all I speak in these days

but they barely keep my head above the surface

I never cared for water anyhow

The Anti-Limerick

There was a young man with an orange,
Who kept that there orange for a month,
It didn't turn silver,
It turned kinda purple,
And that there was one spoiled orange.

Aurora Surrealis

Dancing purple amphista
whirl feverishly
under the midnight sun
and weep tears that fall heavily
like lead
and bruise their toes.

Disheveled Order

I am over, under, and beside myself.
I am this and that, these and those, black and white, up and down.
Clearly opaque, generally particular, extremely moderate.
A quiet cacophony, the sober inebriate.
I am disheveled order stopped at a sprint on the glass ceiling.
I am not.
I am a vanishing act.
Shining like asphalt, waiting to plunge my hand into my shallow mind.
Recapping a state of reverie but we dance for salt, pennies and dust.
I am severe. I am several states of matter, but not one of them does.
I am soiled terracotta, taking root in potash, the basis for insanity.
Focused diffusion, pointed aimlessly, speeding directly to anywhere slowly.

I really like that recent one. A lot. Nice flow, nice message, I dig it.

Oh, and the acid one is pretty killer too - 'Little Square of Paper.' You knew I'd know it.

Thanks bro that little square of paper gave me a good time

and for the recent one, which one were you talking about? lol cause like 4 of them are recent.

Heh, the most recent is my favourite. Disheveled Order.

Who Am I?


I am a short explanation.
I am an enigma, wrapped in ambiguity, sprinkled with illogical references and unheard of morals.
I am critical cynicism desperately seeking salvation and relief.
I am me, a combination of past events, present attitudes and future aspirations.

Fucking SICK.

Awesome man.

Gracias

Check my last one out?

Let's be poetry critic buddies.

Another lame poem from me...


I Sometimes Dream of What it Would Be Like Just Moments Before the World Ends

I sometimes dream of what it would be like just moments before the world ends.

Ash falling like snow, choking life in its counterfeit winter
Orange glows in the distance, signals of the end of time
Teary-eyed mothers clinging to their children, weeping their final goodbyes

I sometimes dream of what I would do just moments before the world ends.

I would lie in the grass of a park, enjoying nature for one last moment
Or sing a song at the top of my lungs, announcing my acceptance of our fate
Or embrace loved ones for the last time, thanking them for a life worth living

I sometimes dream of who I would be with just moments before the world ends.

And this dream is always the same, no matter the ending
Hand in hand and peaceful in your grasp
I am with you

Physics

We have values
Values of x
12 different medias
are found in the reference table
So take a quick look
there are some things I must say
to tie a few relationships together
Just take a quick look
because when light hits a diamond
the light scatters
All these problems
I gave you all these problems
Certainly everything will be explained


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I did that during physics class a few years ago... I took random phrases the teacher said and turned it into a poem.