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buskey |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 03:09
asymmetry
which reflects your realtiy?
lost dimensions of unequaled rhythm
condemned to a pinpoint in space
time manifesting itself in broken numbered days
dreamless propaganda beckoning
your eyes like lies
reflecting one anothers love and hate
categorical imperitives of thought
replace the once true kiss of conscious desire
further distractions of modern negation
restricted diets of consumer liquidation
plastic process creating reality
which reflects your truth?
does infinite chaos dance with order?
unrestricted vision despise seperation
further distraction become contradiction
categorical imperitives dissipate
as much by love, as by hate?
do your eyes like truth
realize the dull dream of propaganda
and manifest infinity in seamless time and space
freed from the pinpoint of
three dimensional rhythms of nothingness?
which reflects your reality?
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buskey |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 03:08
like a foreign film without subtitles
staring through you
these memories slide away
like a crashing bullet train
stuffed frames slapping the side of the projector
flicker and fade at 1,000 frames per second
you cut and paste
to suit your contempt
and accusations
there is no cohesion
or meaningful rhythm
left in your wake
you possess the luxury
of defining me by my past mistakes
then hiding your face
behind prison bar fingers
of anger and fear
while telling me how i should feel
pour the guilt down my throat
choke the love from my heart
tell me who you are today
i cant translate the spite and pain
this is is your art
the past is your medium
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buskey |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 03:06
the sound of temporary insanity
i wanna smash everything ive built and laugh as it tumbles
(a weak cardhouse of sympathetic noise)
affirm every impulse except the ones that keep me in check
(deny what lacks the power to change)
bleed from every pore and drown in it
(i know you'll help hold my head under)
scratch my eyes out so i cant see what ive done
(not cus im ashamed, ive just had enough)
bury my head in false promises made by you
(what else have i come to expect?)
kill every noble thought that peeks its pathetic head
(im sick of hypocritical idealism)
murder every single politician thats defiled the earth
with their lip service bullshit and callous self righteousness
(lets build a bonfire with their bones)
crawl in a hole far from the laughter that follows me
(the best humor is always at the expense of another)
scream obscenities while running through the streets
with shit running down my legs
(scatological survey says?)
i feel much better now
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skitzjones |
topic: New Member- new poems...
posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:41
from my second book "American Romance"
“I wanna be your dog” Iggy said
To which Perry remarked “We’ll make great pets!”
Then it was decided.
We men, from then on-
Would come to rest our heads by Her feet
while she rocked in the chair.
Eyes wide with wild longing as She did stroke our egos like fur and
fed our pride from bowls with our names, personalized.
I dug her lawn, and sniffed around strangers.
I’m quick to bark at petty things.
When she scolded the tail between my legs,
I’d whimper for her pleasure.
Mourning when she left for eternities.
Jumping her ecstatic on return.
It’s a good life’s foolish wagging tale.
from my upcoming book- one poem a day for the entire year
mar 24th poem
I can hear them scurrying the halls like rats in walls
Chattering away and the words and laughs and groans, I’m sure they’re talking about me, I feel like an inconvenience, surely there are more important things for everyone to be doing from at 230 in the morning.
Strapped down to this table, I can’t move my head, I can’t move my arms
A line in my arm keeps the fluids flowing to replenish all I left behind the last time
I kinda itch and tingle, restless, twitching
Bright sterile light makes me wince and blink back tears
There’s stars going supernova inside my skull
A hot knife twists up my spine
They check on me every 20 minutes or so
They’d rather be somewhere else
I feel the same
It’s a wretched night for a wretched soul |
skitzjones |
topic: New Member- new poems...
posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:40
Hey all, my name's Skitz M. Jones, I'm a self-published poet with some stuff out there on the market, been doing readings and such, anyway, figured I'd throw a few poems from my last 2 books out there, and maybe something from my book due out at the beginning of next year.
from my first book "In Exile" -also the tattoo on my left forearm
The rain halos the rooftops
of the deviant saints
These foul wicked saviors
Takers of souls and givers
of immediate-
if temporary salvation
They cuddle chairbacks
in the warmth of alcohol's glow
Sidewalks flood their arrival
light canvas shoes baptizing feet
with purified waters.
I want to die in their embrace:
My saving grace will be loss
the fulfillment of all things
in the absence of all things.
I grow accustomed to the small
empty space
between my heart and my hand.
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broken2theworld |
topic: Locked
posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 17:16
Locked in this Machine
A victim to your spell
Mangled by misery
Get me out of this Hell
As the GEARS crank
Grinding away at whats left of my soul
This Assembly of hate
It was you that suck me in this hole
Drowning in a mechanical meltdown
This motor VIOLATES my mind
Trying to ignore the wired isolation
As my conscience lies BLIND
I have no DIRECTION
Just this simple routine
An Internal combustion...
Free me from your fucked up Machine! |
nikki8301 |
topic: a Sijo poem
posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 02:14
Mona Lisa smirks my way under pretense of liking.
My conceited mind wonders if it's me that amuses her so.
Only she knows what a fool I am behind rose glasses. |
eglb |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 22:04
Can anyone stop the storm ,
Thats grows inside my mind?
My eys are always open,
Yet my heart seems to be blind.
I've stopped to take a glance,
At the life I'm living in
And the best thing i can see,
Is the moment it will end.
The rains keeps pouring down ,
On my umbrella full of holes.
While the heart inside my chest,
Bleeds for the ache inside my soul.
The lightning strikes the sky,
And for a moment I can see.
But the only thing around,
Is what brought me to my knees.
Will this ever end?
This rain inside my mind
Or will I slip away?
As life leaves me behind
Thomas Little
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psychedelicmess |
topic: untitled
posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 01:50
the tires slicking from the newly wet pavement woke me from my slumber.
the tires wrecklessly go through the puddles, like it didn't even phase them to ruin the somber pools of water.
the pools cry out to those that will listen to thier peaceful sounds it caresses and kisses my ears.
the metallic and earthy smells and sounds.
i want more. my body aches for it.
kiss my hands kiss my feet, don't take me for granted as well.
-me |
samoht |
topic: I am a new member and I love to write! an example;
posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 03:24
that's what I'm talkin' about express your selves beautiful blue-eyes very nicely done please post more |
blueyez |
topic: I am a new member and I love to write! an example;
posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 05:59
I AM Sunshine
by blueyez on May 23
Once upon a time sunshine had a name.
And in that name there rose a flame.
Within this flame a soul was grown.
The brightest light ever shown.
Dropped from heaven to the earth.
Left to feel a woman's worth.
The light would soon begin to dim.
The blame would soon be put on him.
You tried to steal the light God gave,
But it is up to me to save.
So I'm taking back my shining light,
Never giving into fright.
For all of you who try to steal,
The happiness in which I feel.
I hope your fate is sealed in Hell,
For that is where you all shall dwell
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xzanthia |
topic: 26 – F – Denver/Tampa….
posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 22:00
26 – F – Denver/Tampa….
Just learning about these groups and website… Please come check out my profile..
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sandydfly |
topic: New group member
posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 16:22
“Sara I”
Sometimes I wonder
About all the wrong moves I’ve made
Regarding life,
And then I look at you.
My little girl.
Innocence staring back at me.
Can it really be?
How did it come to pass that
Even after everything I did wrong, the
Lord sent me my very own angel,
Like a divine miracle, you are
Everything I ever needed.
Knowing now why He blessed me with you…
Right when I needed a miracle in my life to
Awaken me from the chaos I was sinking into.
Understand that you are
Sara: my savior, my purpose, my
Everything, my all.
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samoht |
topic: Desire's Precious Embers
posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 05:42
It seems to me, lately I fear you think I've
grown cold. Because maybe you feel I think
our union to be old. I don't write the little
forget-me-nots; like the ones I would write
by the tons when our fire was hot.
I get so hung up on making a life for us,
that I no longer make as big a fuss, as I did
when our love was new. But there's a thing or
two I need to explain to you.
The big flames wild and out of control no
longer burn because the bedrock of coal
created by them keep the fire slow, and
eternal. With more power than fire itself the
heat.
There is no fire without what we have, a bed
of coals in a heap.
Thomas W. Herreras
Copyright ©2006 Thomas W. Herreras
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samoht |
topic: right on very beautiful
posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 05:38
Very nice violet |
violetkoi |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Sun May 28, 2006 07:34
Suffocating On Silence- A Sonnet
I close my eyes and walk through doorways,
Listening to the creaks and crannies breathing.
Inching step by step like a game we played
While children, hiding behind trees teething.
Innocence follows me cloaked around my feet,
Guiding my shuffled dance into the unknown.
Never would you find me this weary on the street.
Too much action fusing my muscle with bone.
I knew three months in I could not leave,
Holding onto a thread of what was breeched.
Once, you said at first chance you'd trap me,
Laugh and point, throw bread beyond my reach.
Now, I close my eyes when entering rooms,
So afraid it too will be my death tomb.
Lauren Leslie Moore
Copyright 2006 Lauren Leslie Moore
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samoht |
topic: Are there no more poets? If your here please post poem and share an artthats cap
posted: Wed May 10, 2006 02:12
Monster in the bottle
So full of love,so full of life.
Yet heart-ache cuts through like a knife.
Loved by all who would meet me,
Despised by those who know me.
Triumphunt to those who would defeat me.
A failure to those who would show me.
Forever in search of a bigger thrill,
The monster in the bottle has made its kill.
Thomas Wayne Herreras
Copyright ©2006 Thomas Wayne Herreras
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samoht |
topic: #2
posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:04
Treasures
Treasures lost then found,
Worth more than gold a hundred times a pound.
From innocent souls who depend heavily on you,
To full grown men who respect honor and love you true.
Independance and maternal love don't always agree,
Yet your wisdom and love put wisdom in me.
I'll always be your "Tommy" though I've grown up to "Tom",
And I'll always be there because I love you Mom.
Thomas Wayne Herreras
Copyright ©2006 Thomas Wayne Herreras
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samoht |
topic: First submission to poets corner
posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 01:01
"Continue to Dream"
As the dawn of day begins I continue to dream.
I do not know why but,I continue to dream.
As I look upon the worlds troubles I feel my own so inextreme.
Yet despite the madness I continue to dream.
I dream of a place where children run free,
Where people fall in love without the animosity.
Where feilds are green,and the air is clean.
Untill such a place is found I continue to dream.
Thomas Wayne Herreras
Copyright ©2006 Thomas Wayne Herreras
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