Poetry Thread

[GarrotTheThief]

The hall of mirrors

In every mirror is another hall

Can you save your mother?

She runs through the corridors looking for you

Here, look

You kill her with every breath when you do not search

Are you too lazy to search?

Have you forgotten the face of your father?

You fear death but are death.

There is no escaping the kairos

Fight...

either way, the reaper awaits

Oh...now you want to pretend like there is no reaper....

Good, pretend his scythe does not cut

And when it does, cry.....who will be there to console you?

For you have forgotten the face of your father.

NO ONE WILL BE THERE....just you...just you...friend.

 

[Jaguar]

The cat
Sat on
The mat

 

[FuzzʕっಠਊಠʔっBear]

-Through an Atheists eyes -

I walk into a church, and all I see are lost souls.
Dedicating their lifes to an ancient lie.
A fabrication of reality.
In a desperate attempt to seek comfort, in all the wrong places.
We do not need a deity for comfort. We do not need a god for a purpose.
We should not help other so that we recieve a fake forgiveness for things we cannot control, that are human qualities.
Our purpose can be derived from the world around us, as we seek to improve it for the people we share the world with.
We should help our fellow man out of empathy and love.
We should treasure our short lives upon this planet, floating through the infinite cosmos, together in harmony.

 

[five sounds]

Some days I wake up
And think of all the men
Before me and the fools
They were to ever let you
Slip through their fingers.
They were such damn fools
You know?
They were the type of people
To watch the rain through their windows
And say “Don’t you just love the rain?”
I, on the other hand, was the only one
To watch it pour outside
Take my shoes
And anxiously and bravely
Go dance madly in you

-Christopher Poindexter

 

[Noon]

the past is a coal fire-sealed on narrow feet
the past is a raging sea of sound and light
in recession. the past is question-faced men
flipping coins beneath long lashes and constricted cores - sisyphus,
salih, serpentine
consanguinity between wrists and tips of shedding fingers.
dream sequels lined out in palms.
the longing left behind as the wind seeks
something ever running.

[I was brainstorming]

 

[antagonist.]

3 years;

you only have today
one day
everyday to manipulate
the continuity of your
vessel--
existence--
faceless acceptance
in a world that expects
and accepts nothing.
we live amicably
with our infection
we forge paths
with absent vicissitudes
toward fortitude
and backwards from
being bereft.
we do not look at the stars,
we do not acknowledge
our extremes
or our lows
in this broken down,
half burnt roller coaster
that kills several of our
fellow warm bodies
right before our eyes.
but we do not notice,
for we are on this march to the sea
to the end
to you and me
and we tackle our absurdities,
ignore the exceptions to the accepted
and leave remnants of our souls behind--
for we are all as substantial as
soft, fragile, inconsistent
red balloons
and we float away just as easily.
you may like to discuss drugs
or alcohol
or death
as major flaws within our network of living
but you will cleverly excuse our neglect
severing of connective tissue between us
and the humble, benevolent blindness
that renders us all
carefully brainwashed to exist
in a world
that clearly does not want us
or me
or you
to understand that we are inferior,
out of control,
small particles in a grander scheme and
perhaps of nucleates and generalized
plans that involve our demise
but begin with our blindness.

who am i today?


(didnt expect it to be this lomg lmao i might have gotten a little pissed whilst writing this)

 

[five sounds]

So remember when the weather gets rough
(You'll say to yourself)
What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too
Air can hurt you too
Some people say not to worry about the air
Some people don't know shit about the
Air

- David Byrne Air

 

[Totenkindly]

I was bored.


Love, Vampire Style
She bit him in the neck to slake
her thirst; he answered with a stake.

Epilogue:
"You broke my heart," she gasped while dying.
"Punctured it," he stressed (not lying).
And when the sun came (as it must),
Their romance quickly fell to dust.

 

[starryeyed]

It is not the flesh that wants the flesh

but a soul that wants the soul.

Months go by

and you still dwell in my subconscious .

I’ve tried to run, hide, and deny..

everyday..

but you still remain the impact.

You remind me of the great flood,

you drowned me in my own mess.

Memories and illusion cloud my vision.

It feels like 40 days and 40 nights,

without food or water to drink.

Why should I feel bad?

Why should I ever be sad?

When I look through the eyes of my deepest good,

I look and I see your deepest good.

I see your soul.

I feel it.

I’m a control freak..

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Everybody knows about my free-spirited nature,

my rebellion, my revolution.

I come and go as I please.

I value freedom and independence..

..and I don’t bow down to anybody.

But when night falls and everybody’s sleep..

I take this sacred secret and I set it free,

tattoo your persona on my etheric body..

..And surrender it to your greatness

Nobody will ever understand.

So, I stay hidden..dwelling in embarrassment

…and regret..

and I realize that the soul wins…

The smoke has cleared from my eyes

and lifted my veil to kill your imperfect disguise.

I always knew you were special.

It’s not the flesh that wants the flesh

but a soul that wants the soul.

I’ve tried to run, hide, and deny..

everyday..

but you still remain the impact.

 

[Rala]

Spirit of a Phoenix


In this corner the light is frail;
so are the hands holding memories long gone.
The childhood swing
is creaking still
far in the distance,
scaring little birds away
with broken promises and violent words,
reverberating yesterday.

But I am safe now,
hiding behind my oblivion,
learning to die a little bit more inside
with every passing day,
as I become the strong person
I have got to be.

You'll never see past the optimism
that teases you so much;
on this tall rock I shall stand,
unreachable to the powerful,
incomprehensible to the knowing,
hopeless to the skeptical,
a temple to myself.

In this corner the light is still frail;
frailer the hands which yet
refuse to be your actions,
but mine and mine alone,
so with the spirit of a Phoenix
I am moving on.

 

[Noll]

I attempted to write a sonnet that would be as shakespearean as possible. That's all I have in English, the rest is in Swedish:

Our wane is nigh, we hath both likewise drawn
From these lightless shells, its grip wearisome
As thee curse at thy youth, and cringe by dawn
I keep in my breast; thine heart's wondrous hum

As one such as I, who loveth not hath
Whose presence consists of nary a soul
Thou save me from glum, thou grant me a laugh
And light up ones life, once blackened like coal

But in thine eyes; a remarkable doubt
Art thou not certain, from fear of the past?
Sorrows a many, a heart's wicked drought
Does thou not love, not wish for us to last?

Alas, thine uncertainty is my woe!
Oh - when is thou certain, when does thou know?

 

[ilikeitlikethat]

I like really like Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven' about a man tormented by loss and shadow; Grace Nichols's 'Island Man' about a man from the Caribbean living in London and Imtiaz Dharker's 'Blessing' about jubilation of a burst water pipe spouting water amongst a drought.

 

[Obfuscate]

these are both recent...

a(_)drift

born(e) to other world(ly) dreams
the brass is always greener outside
where no caress awnsers the screams
solitude breeds the small; smile crook'd, snide
you're vision: unclean
mechanical, cruel, mean
nothing but idle gears grinding
beyond meaning worth finding

the dirt's been scheming
how to get a(_)head(stone)
f(r)om all of us, naught more than a pound of flesh
blood(_)lines drawn on the family crest
a mother bear crawls out(,) my chest
what's mine is mine and damn the rest

i've been with you

when the universe screams "i am the loudest"
i've been with you...
when the universe gives "what i am allowedest"
i've been with you
live act! and you've got us!
i have been with you...
you can't grip a paw
and "i've got yah"
i have been with you

this slip, this slink
this labyrinth:
reproduced on a dime
so cheap you won't spare time to spend it
dance back to mother with your well kept words
a how
a may
a dissarray of absolutes that doesn't include you...

how speak i to the void?
in my ash?
in my parlor tirades?
what resistance is there to the weight of histories
(unfathomed by the need of waste)?
just another space begging for your chasms...
need met need, and i was found wanting...
a fritter of taste
in an unchaste space

"i have been with you"

post script:

fom=figures of measure

 

[Wunjo]

Excerpt from Mars, "the Bringer of War"

Inspired from Gustav Holst's The Planets. It's not finished, yet.

...O’ fiery God of War, smiter almighty,
Vanquisher of men and divine alike!
O’ whose shield burning brightest,
Thou irreversible one when doth thee strike!
Thou determinator, thou spirit fierce,
Thou “father of all”, thou “king of all”!
Thou strength, thou fury, thou resilience,
Thou art the one who makes kingdoms fall.
Red planet, giver of vitality and will!
Maker of warriors from the ranks of lovers,
And lovers out of those warriors still!
Thou ever-victorious, thou giver of power!
Thou Bringer of War, thou conflict,
Who delivers zest to the living and dead.
Thou force, thou unending inflict,
Thou battle, thou blood, thou unnerving dread!
Thou consort of Venus, father of terror!
Thou who makes us know the value of peace.
Unrelenting one who gives us the fervour,
Of fighting in spite of the eternal decay!
Noble one, courageous one, one without fear,
Thou who makest each battle come into play,
Thou bestower of worth, thou taker of all dear!
Spear of Olympus, thou force of Nature!
Giver of passion, patron of all instinct,
Thou art the one who molds us and matures
In the face of doom, thou make us strict...

 

[rav3n]

Written right now, in less than a minute. Don't say I didn't contribute, regardless if it's good or bad.

Green and gold,
the summer drifts,
warm breeze caresses,
tickling body and breast,
giggling, kicking tiny feet in joy.

 

[Wunjo]

everybody else is like wet stone,
no match for me.

 

[Wunjo]

Armistice

Come hither, and wrap your grace
O'er my darkened wings;
Come hither and let us find a place,
Where everything sings.
Come hither, as the queen you are,
Of this continent inward,
Of this pregnant hinterland,
Giving birth to a puer.

Come hither, my dearest muse,
Deprive me of any ruse.
Come hither and never leave,
And this shall be the last cleave;
That'd set us apart for aeons,
For dull ages and countless moons,
With grizzly obstinance,
The poltergeist of fate looms.

Come hither, and let us expel
This looming presence
And let it no longer dwell
Around each others' excellence.
So come hither; and I shall
Drop every banner I have.
Come hither, let my kingdom fall,
Come hither, O' nymph, O' star, O' elf!

 

[Mole]

Dancin in Dialysis

Dancing in Dialysis​

Connected to the dialysis machine, I go hunting on the Savannah.

I love to hunt, I love to run down antelope.

It takes time as the antelope is faster, but can only pant and not perspire to loose the heat of the chase, while I cool myself through sweating.

And when the antelope gallops, they can't pant and soon overheat, and collapse on the ground. And here am I, the hunter, cool and perspiring, with the kill.

It takes four hours on the dialysis machine to run down an antelope. My brain becomes flooded with endorphins, I experience pleasure through my whole body, and my mind is fluid delight.

Fuck the antelope.

​- Mole.

 

[Wunjo]

haiku

the moss, blessed by your gaze
is soared into ecstasy
by the reflection of its own beauty

note: a rose absorbs every colour but red, therefore red is the only colour it is not.

keywords: self/other, gazeé/gazed.

 

[Population: 1]

Hey there wobbly chair
I tried to fix you and yet
Fell here and there
I fell in despair
Kicked you once
Now you’re everywhere
And I don’t care
So there chair

Pop: 1

Yeah I have no idea how to properly organize poems. Also, I don’t care to learn.