Do not read these poems, unless you are ready for snapshots of life

[EllevenSevenSounds]

The Cry of Life, Lord help me, The crying is real, unlocked in the box,
locked up in the fox fur, slunk

Danny stares at me, a millionaire trust fund baby without a care in the world
"Don't be such a downer dip shit." He blinks.
"Fuck you," is the thought.
Silence are the words.

I've done so much analytical work I'm bleeding memories from my ears
Each memory comes with a tear
And each tear, behind it, is a fear.

Sapien moving digits, burnt toes, lord thunk me,
slunk down like a rabbit shot by a pebble off the slingshot of a meddlesome Dennis.
His blue eyes and gaped teeth haunt me - an all American lemon head
but I'm as dark as burnt toast and they see me as a dweller, still whiter than most, stuck in the middle.
The knife goes in.
The blood falls out.
I'm staring up at my assailant. He's darker than me. His skin is dark but his eyes are light. He smiles and takes my wallet. Thanks, in a whisper. Almost dead. Lights fade.

Baptism!
Lord? Hello? Goddess?
Empty room and dark and all, hello?
Are you alive like me?

Anyone there?

Goodbye loneliness.
Her neck is rotting, the cancer is deep. Hello.
Amen. God are you there? She's gone, off the hands like some sand, the hands of life, the air is the band,
the breath is the sound, her chest isn't moving. I cry over her hoping my tears lead to resurrection.


BOOM! It's third grade.
Running with the scissors. I turn around, there she is getting mad at me. No fair she said.
No fair. She's gone. Nobody said that. Found it in a tear. Amen. God? Hello? Nobody. Shit I'm done, kick rock and go. Angels flew here. I picked their wings and let them curl. I let their wings burn like paper in some fire. The edges burnt crisp and flipped up slowly.
God? Hello? Nothing. Not even lightning.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

Dear mr mrs.
How are you today?
Do you feel like a man in your little girl body?
Slip into something nice.
Wear those stalkings while I stalk you
Use that chalk to make the outline
Open up the fridge
let's get dirty
Jump in the bed.
I smell you from the kitchen
And I'm making us some food
So you can eat your eggs
And then I can scramble up the mood
We have all night to bump and grind
We have all summer to bump our hips
We could bite our lips and take sips
From the jumps to the pumps
The reebok fist bumps
And the oasis and the water
You were my first born daughter
Now you are my mother
Now you call me daddy
hello mrs. mr.
Now I call you granny
Now you call me papa
now we are the water
now we say "I lava"
you.
Hey boo.
hoo woo.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

Yo, the girls get taps on their little tooshies
I am the main bro
I used to be hot but now I'm an eskimo
ex - cuse - me
How are you doing?
I'm not really a sexist
and I'm worth doing.
How is your night?
Do you feel really good?
I got shot five times
IN the best suburban hood
I'm that real ish
You can eat me like a dish
You could call me bobba ganush
and squeeze my stick with your toosh
however you want to make the toothpaste flow
I'm here for you, baby, just tell me when to go
every night I tuck my teddies in the bed
yeah I know
PMS is red.

 

[Polaris]

Wow, this is some excellent stuff. Just the kind of poetry I like. Keep up the good work.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

Wow, this is some excellent stuff. Just the kind of poetry I like. Keep up the good work.

Hey thanks so much! It's what I live for mostly. I'll try to keep being inspired.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

THE RED DAWN
"Kneel," the overlord said
I assumed the prone position, a ritual of kneeling and then lowering to the stomach for the elder.
My tribe passed on the tradition to each successive generation. In total desolation
I went down to the knee, head hanging in defeat like a broken Knight.

"You will kill the virgins.
Why have you no exuberence!" The elder screamed.
The warriors followed and echoed him with their voices of question.
"You have no verve warrior! Where is your spine!"

I did not want the elder to kill my mother, so I showed him I was not disloyal by replying,
"A warrior hunts with no emotion. This is the way. A warrior cannot see clearly in the water, therefore a warrior walks the earth with his spear ready under the RED DAWN"
My voice was low, but full of confidence. Cool with no emotion.

The others around me screamed in unison..."This is the way."

In that moment I took control of the elder's power. He was displeased and had no choice but to swallow the seed.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

Here we are again
Just you and I
Sitting in the dark

I sit on the stool
Hunched forward
My neck hurts
and in my Giant Hands, bleeding from the work
Hangs the ring I made you
Of gold that I found
and a Diamond that I plucked
from the sky

You sit like a bird
laying still in this land
under your blankets
a desert of wood between us
acres and miles of barren floor
across the room
in the dark - shadows cast like tombs
and ever here and there
a pillar of the light so bright
or just enough to illuminate
the path of what might be an ant
but is instead an empty space
I grant

I rise like an iron machine
and walk towards you ever so slow
I fear that I will wake you from your precious sleep
and all your cells will die from radiation

I fear that your skin will melt off your neck
and expose your bone
and you will be in a pain unnatural
for a gentle creature to be in

I've seen the zombies walk across
And floss the land with every falling hand
I've seen the white and red and black horses ride across
the horizon
I've witnessed the unimaginable tragedy before me
of holding a dying hand
and watched her come back to life
only to wonder if she would once again
begin to die like Jesus

Oh lord watch over her
I am unworthy of this prayer
but please, if it is one thing you do for me or anyone,
Stop the bleeders from bleeding anymore
and put their pain inside my skull
and bury the tumor deep
I'll die in the water freezing
Just please do not disturb the sheep

Now my love I lean over you
and give you a kiss goodnight
and hold you in my mind
so very, very tight.

 

[EllevenSevenSounds]

Got her pregnant and had an abortion repeatedly
Just to see if I could open up a gate
Make a deal with Satan and seal a grander fate

Undefeatedly, I traverse the gray area perfectly
The only symphony greater than the one I write
Is my lord in hell's unflinching oversight and my massive underbite

I drag my knuckles, walking like a Neanderthal
Cracking bones against the rock to make the rhythm right
I am the greatest architect of humanoid mid ixionic flight,
messianic rituals, and her Electra complex under x-ray light

 

[The Cat]

There once was a fellow who liked to show off
He made lots of threads in which he would scoff
Dancing around exclaiming his luck
He pushed it too far, and got himself fucked.

The End...?

 

[Julius_Van_Der_Beak]

There once was a fellow who liked to show off
He made lots of threads in which he would scoff
Dancing around exclaiming his luck
He pushed it too far, and got himself fucked.

The End...?

This thread is 2 deep man.

I'm a little disappointed by phobik. He used to grate on me (it just seemed like he didn't have much to contribute but vaguely trolly one-line stuff) but I've come to enjoy his posts in the past year or so; it seemed like I was seeing other sides to him. Shame that he was worse than he seemed at his trolliest.

 

[Siúil a Rúin]

I'm not ready for snapshots of life, so I couldn't bring myself to read the poems.

 

[The Cat]

I'm not ready for snapshots of life, so I couldn't bring myself to read the poems.

It's okay. They were clearly photo shopped anyway.