Personal Poetry
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 9:28 a.m. - Subject: Personal Poetry |
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Im an amature at writing poems and thought it would be cool if some people posted their own poetry.
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 10:04 a.m. - Subject: |
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fish fingers fish fingers, four in a row.
fish fingers fish fingers and not a single toe!
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 12:58 p.m. - Subject: |
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Fog creeps into the brain. A few laughs may appear to the air.
Slowly functions are disconnected. Flipped state of mind.
A small seed planted in the stomach. It twists, turns, and grows.
The mix is your eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Everything is sizes, shapes, and positioning.
Stare into the mirror and stay stuck. The soul will run off and play games without you.
Stuck becomes a hobby and confusion a process of thought.
Each item has new definitions; your definitions.
Ears hear a moo and mouth the tastes a steak.
Eyes see rain and the brain sees the world melt.
Only for a second though.
Carbon dioxide laughs chase oxygen in circles.
Someone walks by and you notice fifteen seconds after.
Understanding followed by peace sinks deep.
Total control of your plateau. Is control lost or elite?
A beast of a human comes to you with words.
You have heard them all before but are having trouble connecting.
Irritable and upset. Overwhelming life. Talk self out of cutting with the knife.
Too much understanding for self and none with reality.
Where did the true meaning for any sentences go?
Maybe just cock the gun and blow. No. The drug is talking.
Once you step foot to the other side, it is hard to get the drug to shut up.
Sticks with for too long. Is this me now? I can hardly recognize.
Relaxation and rest. Sober for a couple weeks; brain had too much of a test.
Thoughts changed to drastically. Cope with what you have in your self.
It may be battered; it may be scattered; it is there though.
That other side will get you manipulating your self,.
Make it out clean. A whole new breed of human, or insane..
Might as well not press your luck.
Ask questions. Listen to answers.
Experimenting does not always have positive results.
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 12:58 p.m. - Subject: |
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 3:26 p.m. - Subject: |
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I don’t think I shall ever see
A girl as ugly as the one who gave me VD
Hideous as sin and not half as fun
She’d already fucked everyone under the sun
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 3:49 p.m. - Subject: |
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LMFA! it was good though
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 5:17 p.m. - Subject: |
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i like jefferys poem,its deep and i can relate to it. I wrote this poem one night when i was reflecting on my childhood. "Why Care" Its a lonely feeling when noone cares Its like your trapped in a box and no matter how loud you scream u can never be heard... After a while u begin to feel worthless,not needed,like trash in the morning Your yearning to be needed... But your not Your desperate to understand... But you can’t People would rather pass u by than 2 look into your eyes and see what makes u sick Rather than listen to u, they shun you Rather than give a hand, they step on u They slowly devolop a sort of distaste 4 u Completely dissocializing all together They think its 4 the better But if u step back and take a breather You will realize that they dont understand u Therefore they fear u It’s ironic because in time U will begin not to care!
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| Posted: Feb 29, 2008 9:07 p.m. - Subject: |
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oh I could write meaningful poems if you wanted....I was just in a silly mood
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| Posted: Mar 01, 2008 10:20 a.m. - Subject: |
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write whatever poems you like. good, bad, funny serious, stupid, crappy, whatever art is art
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| Posted: Mar 01, 2008 12:59 p.m. - Subject: |
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I only write poems when I’m coming off a fucking acid binge, no idea why, but I always end up on the computer typing or with a pen and a pad. Weird.
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| Posted: Mar 02, 2008 8:33 a.m. - Subject: |
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dude, acid is fuckin nuts. my dad said he took it when he was young while watching a western movie. he said he heard a gunshot from the movie and hit the ground thinking he was shot screaming "mama ive been shot!" It was a funny story to me but im not doing that bullshit.
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| Posted: Mar 26, 2008 8:04 p.m. - Subject: |
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This is one that i wrote about 9/11....i hope u like it.
The Silence
Stress.
I知 in the line of work
That deals with stress.
Court orders, case dates, judges, clients, hate mail,
Police, murder,
Failure.
In the end that痴 what it comes down to,
Stress.
My method of dealing with it is smoking.
Not the healthiest way,
But it works.
I went to the roof.
It was the only place I was allowed to smoke.
I got the last one in the pack.
My lucky day.
I stayed up there long,
Too long.
The beauty of New York always got to me.
The incredible skyline could only be appreciated from up,
On the roof of the World Trade Center.
The roof always seemed to sway with the building
A little,
But today there was a vibration
Then a rumbling,
Then a shaking.
I looked,
But it was too late.
The tremendous a sound of a plane hitting a building.
A sound I hope you never have to experience.
I didn稚 see it happen.
I知 glad for that.
The beauty of the New York skyline
Turned into a cloud of smoke.
I opened the door.
The stairs had caved in.
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
I cried.
I couldn稚 stop.
The unbearable thought.
The greatest city in the world.
Brought to its knees.
I could feel it,
The unbearable heat.
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
There were only two choices,
But my mind had already been made.
As I fell to the ground
The beauty and majesty of New York seemed to fade away.
People around me were screaming
But for me
There was only silence.
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