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    Withered words,
    I read the purpose.
    I cannot feel the point.
    It is dull and i deflect it.

    Coughing up fragments,
    I choked on the emotions.
    I cannot swallow the void.
    It is vast and i acknowledge it.

    Starry eyes streaming,
    I saw the world.
    I cannot escape the blur.
    It is skewed and i savor it.
    Hang on traveling woman - Don't sacrifice your plan
    Cause it will come back to you - Before you lose it on the man


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    He sits with pen
    in tranquil glen
    to recollect emotion.
    He calls it Poetry
    but I, Procrastination.
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    sit, spit, shit

    i think i left it, lost it

    tried to deceive myself into buying it

    this, this that i do not want

    you got it, regret it, yet you keep letting it back in

    pressure packed weakness

    sit, spit, shit

    I gotta get out of this

    when?
    `
    'Cause you can't handle me...

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    "That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that it? It is."

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    Hey guys, I'm new on this forum. As my name implies I do write poetry. I was hoping for a bit of a bigger presence for poetry here. Maybe I can help in this. I have quite a bit of stuff and will try to add to what is here. Reading this thread, I can really see the difference in how one type approaches a poem as opposed to say an INFJ/INFP type like myself. Here's a fairly involved one I wrote last year. This is about as "angry" as I write. Enjoy!



    WORDS OF SILENCE

    Words are not important, for words can lie.
    But the silence speaks volumes, it screams--and I know why.

    The truth is in the space between,
    our words and our silence,
    --unseen.

    We do not say what we (really) mean,
    but we mean what we (really) say,
    --just in another way.

    And we tell ourselves its ok..Well, maybe just for today.

    The truth we cant admit, we think is better left unspoken.
    Reality wont permit (while wrapped in our gaudy lie),
    the thing we must deny,
    yet still are sadly hoping.

    The unspoken truth is the lie (this is where we begin to die).
    But why do we deny,
    What we know is real?
    --and what we feel.

    The Words of Silence are cold-blooded killers. They take you from the inside out.
    And you shout,
    .....and you shout,
    ...and you shout.

    Words are not important, for words can surely lie.
    But your silence speaks in volumes, which one cannot deny.

    The truth is in the space between our silence and our words.
    And cannot bear be spoken as lies,
    and so it dies,
    and so it dies.

    It cannot fit in the spaces that are in between our lives.
    Your soul shines in hasty splendor
    Come see the spark,
    Come feel the surrender. --Qp
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    Quiet.

    Oblivion slowly lifts and I become aware of my eyes

    they remain closed while I recall the dream but fleeing

    I don't imagine it meant much, yet it left me uneasy

    reality awaits me. My bed's so warm...

    I see the rain outside my window and I relate

    as I collect my thoughts in peace before I move

    I think about what this day has in store for me

    it will be difficult as there's a lot to do.

    I do not wish to roll over and re-settle

    nor am I eager to act, so I'll just stay a while,

    like this...

    Eyes fully open now, my life returns

    my room is cold yet my dog has shunned her blanket

    I watch her for a while before my being tells me

    it's ready now, it's ready;

    overcome with sizzling zeal

    I hear the fuzzing in my ears

    I reach to lengths in both directions and,

    this dear exquisite stretch feels like nirvana! ahhhh...

    Left with only ringing in my ears

    tingling in my limbs

    I await the magic second

    that my feet dare touch the floor...


    ~Welcome to my Quiet day.

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    Very nice. That time in the morning can be very soothing and relaxing. Like the day itself, your poem takes its time and lives in the moment, taking in all the little details and relishing them.
    Your soul shines in hasty splendor
    Come see the spark,
    Come feel the surrender. --Qp

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    Random get pen and be honest with self session. Don't know what is with me, I normally write all the time and recently I don't.


    You have the choice between
    procrastination and perfection.
    You can stare into the black
    or plan a better life.

    Lying here tonight
    with your head upon your pillow,
    so ready to look back
    before you let the change arrive.

    You have dreamt so many times
    of a future that is better.
    Opportunities arise,
    and you spend your time like this?

    Contemplate demise.
    Contemplate the weather.
    Never let your eyes
    fall on the world you miss.
    Freude, schöner Götterfunken Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

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    The earth splits and swallows
    Amidst the dark and fertile - open
    Fade back, push forward
    Drink, grow and live
    Thrive in the ground open
    The stunning blindness
    New eyes see past the dead
    Warmth, dripping with life
    Captured by a world of color
    At last
    "It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

    "Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau

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    I live my life in iambs
    Syllables and moments
    Words that mean no more than they are
    and become, or are becoming
    like me
    An unreal part of
    this real world
    I'm speechless and out of tune
    I have no meter
    No rhythm
    Just steady thoughts
    in anything but four-four
    An enigma in d-minor
    suffering and classic
    destroying the lexicon
    and slaughtering the scale
    I am the fermata
    And the conductor
    I'll only stop when I say I'm done

    My Prose

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    Quote Originally Posted by Chaolioe View Post
    I live my life in iambs
    Syllables and moments
    Words that mean no more than they are
    and become, or are becoming
    like me
    An unreal part of
    this real world
    I'm speechless and out of tune
    I have no meter
    No rhythm
    Just steady thoughts
    in anything but four-four
    An enigma in d-minor
    suffering and classic
    destroying the lexicon
    and slaughtering the scale
    I am the fermata
    And the conductor
    I'll only stop when I say I'm done
    Bravo! Well done.

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