mc_muench wrote:Don't stop!!! I mean do what you want but I know I'll be reading them.
I'm enjoying how your poems read, someone mention it akin to an Elliott Smith song and that's pretty much spot on.
Are you writing these everyday or are you posting a backlog you already have?
Ill post everything I have...knowing people are reading them...i just didn't want to spam if it didn't have an audience.
As far how recent the poems are...so far its been a mix...in the last couple of weeks i've really got back into writing...so some are new, but if i don't have a new one, I'm going back to my old books to find some good ones.
D.o.S. wrote:Like, I don't just listen to Whores when I'm sitting alone in my room with the lights off staring at a wall. Sometimes I listen to it with the lights on, too.
I just got time to sit down and quietly read through these. Very much enjoyed them. Create or not, it's always your choice, but please don't stop sharing thinking it's not wanted. This stuff is great and I love seeing approaches to composition. I guess I'd be way more into poetry if it were presented in places other than coffee shops.
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AxAxSxS wrote:I just got time to sit down and quietly read through these. Very much enjoyed them. Create or not, it's always your choice, but please don't stop sharing thinking it's not wanted. This stuff is great and I love seeing approaches to composition. I guess I'd be way more into poetry if it were presented in places other than coffee shops.
sweet man. yeah I know what you mean about poetry and the stereotypes...the poet that really gave me the confidence to write and share was Bukowski...the anti-poet!
Here's a new'ish one...kinda rhymes, which I'm not hot on, but i still like it.
The Last Day
Angels wear black Demons wear white I can’t see the light I can’t hear the dark
Trees are cut down Ducks hunted down Flowers blown away the world is not the same
The people I trust No where to be seen The can hear my cries But no one moves their feet
Nothing to live for Nothing to die for Nothing to feel Nothing to witness Nothing to kill
The end is today The end is tonight Yesterday and tomorrow The end is in sight
Pray for forgiveness Pray to be free Hope someone hears your prayers to redeem
Close your eyes And clench your fist Don’t listen to anything And don’t say a word The last moment are here And they are worse than you heard
All of the whimpers All of the screams Part of the process Part of the plan
Now you realise You’re nothing special You’re nothing pure No greater scheme
Life is a disease That just found a cure You’re just part of the process Just part of the plan.
News of a sky’s collapse hits the masses as left field catchers march against the wind
National August day draws near determining the champion to run the familiar system of rage and aggression
The fast lane swells while the slow lane mills along like a vice on a water balloon meagre moments away from the inevitable burst
The upheaval of revolution tactics to reverse the unormal state
Naked women labouring behind closed doors serving a distraction as the game is played through bad weather and lack of substitutes
Everything then turns back the unormal state returns the sky flies back up the marching stops and the robots all return to their duties no questions asked
A butterfly passes by my ear wings singing in the air as it floats from one flower to the next using, taking what it needs and leaving the empty remains only to move to the next victim
Like a fairy it dances through the air bringing serenity and hope the warm embrace of my heart as I catch a glimpse
Yet it consumes devours and destroys contributing nothing producing nothing
it’s silent destruction goes unnoticed as it flashes it’s vibrant wings it’s unnatural colours amaze me yet I don’t see beyond it
I fall in love with it it’s beauty blinding me I let it in it sits, perched, and so comforting not knowing it doesn’t want me only wants what I have
scattered thoughts and blueprints of time machines litter the table nearing the end of a career watches tick away the last moments before an end but he is still working, making some last minute changes
pens down says the buzzer at 100db but he doesn't listen, he wants to keep working it't too early and the answer isn't yet resolved too many assumptions and no time to test them
The buzzer sounds again and this time louder he has to say goodbye but doesn't want to he wants to go back and make it different he wants to go back, and just give himself a chance
he doesn't mind getting back to the buzzer he would happy to go, but not like this
he switches on the time machine with a loud hum the buzzer sounds again but isn't audible he climbs into the chair, he hopes it works all he needs is a few more seconds for it to warm up
blinding lights and grinding gears swallow time he sits with a smile and wonder in his eyes as all the pieces move the way he designed, the way he imagined them all those years ago when he first knew he had to set things right
this is the moment he was working towards the chance to go back go back one last time
this time he would do it right this time he would tell her this time he would be normal this time he wouldn't be a coward
this time he would stand up for himself this time he would do what he wanted this time he would take chances this time he would live the life he wanted
but the lights start to dim and grinding gears slow down the look of wonder disappears from his face along with the smile the machine is not working, and hum gets quieter its not working...all this time...all the assumptions...something isn't right
the buzzer sounds again, louder than before pens down, its time to go
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"Ingenuity comes in the face of adversity, and nobody ever becomes a legend by following the rules set by society" -A.A.
