The Poetry Corner

sing me a song a song of hell, oh goodbye tell me why
you can't figure it out i'm sorry you're lost i've been found
things are like a song i'd write writing writing and still it's wrong
figure it out already i'm not really apologetic get found
fa la la la la la, hell don't sing me a song just
SHUT UP AND BLOW ME
 
here's a little freestyle for y'all (yeah, im BORED, and i don't claim that this is talent)

so i downed a benzo,
and i notice that the kenzo
ads arent as good as last season,
and the reason
for that is the lack of glam
that stam
provides, she's so pretty
like a kitty with those eyes
you get her in a picture you won't have to compromise
this is getting really lame
i bow my head in shame
 
I dont pay for this trip that they call life

sometimes
 
In My Religion

in my religion, god went out of his way for me to make Big Xtra days on Monday because he knows how f*cking sh*tty Mondays are
in my religion, god is modest, and doesn't like it when people capitalize his name (so modest, that he doesn't even consider himself a proper noun)

in my religion god empathizes instead of judges
in my religion, we're in the lonely tanks while goldfish look at us from the outside and feed us flakes of processed "food"

in my relgion, centipedes and moths automatically die when they're within a square mile viscinity of me
in my religion, every corporation but mcdonalds would cease to exist (they're food just tastes too good, it's my main vice)

in my religion, saying "fair trade" would be redundant
in my religion, saying "tough sh*t" would be a biblical reference

in my religion, i am one among several billion
and in my religion, that's what drives us to be good people.
 
joke poetry

I'm a dreamer and a screamer. I am sad. I am mad. I am lost. I am frost.
I like cold. But I love gold. I want to love. But I'm so above.
I've disappeared
into weird. You love me. I'm the queen bee. I'm green. And I feel, spleen.
I drink. I'm barely skint. I don't smell like mint. I don't wear mink.
Myself. Yourself. A skirt and it hurt. A bicycle. Please recycle.
Underwear. The sky the air. A storm, and a girls dorm.
A bathroom. Despair & Gloom. Dirty and flirty.
I am pathetic. You're poetic. Dramatic & pRAgmatic.
I am a liar and I'm on a wire.
I'm so high I could die. Sleep deep, but i'm a creep.
Dancing and glancing. Replacing and Racing. Facing.
Mistaken, forsaken. Heart. Art. Apart.
Kino. A sound and a pound. Truth and Youth.
 
this is in no way proffessional or good or what ever...just explaining my little brother^_^
My brother

Is that a helicopter?
Some kind of animal?
Oh! it’s just him
He buzzes like a bee
Jumping off walls prancing around
Perhaps he is a descendant from a monkey?
He hates bananas though
A sudden bright light comes from around the corner
What a smile
Like the headlights of a car
Humming to himself, he passes me
The room seems brighter, I feel lighter
“OHHH” He breaks into song
it’s a bit loud, he isn’t too bad
what is he now?
Some kind of important person, or perhaps just him
I can never tell
The noise stops, but only the one coming from his mouth
A new noise, his feet
He’s dancing, it seems some kind of hop twist ballet type
A new kind perhaps….
He walks up to me
“My cat smells like fish” he says in a hillbillie voice
I laugh, he smiles
His teeth are imperfect, big and muddled
Cute
I turn away, but a twinkle catches my eye
It is his eye, of course
A star
Like he will be
 
^ Acester!!! You're a gem! That is probably one of the sweetest things I've ever read. I love how your innocence & love shines through. :heart: :heart: I need to come here more often.
 
this is a poem i wrote a few years ago. it was a letter to my mum.

Dear Mum



I wish I could fly away into the horizon

like a bird learning to navigate the wide blue

skies for the first time, experimenting the first taste

of freedom of those dizzy heights.

.......And fly so high that I disappear into the

distance, far beyond vision.



I wish I could travel so far that

I know myself no longer as the person I was

but know that I have changed.

I wish I could awaken to this dream tomorrow

and shatter the myth that I live in today.



Shall I awaken yet again to nothing but

painful monotony?

Unmarked, dreary day after day, night after night,

save little change in my pattern of existence.

When I ask, shall I learn to fly?



Love,



Learning to fly?
 
Tinuviel said:
^ Acester!!! You're a gem! That is probably one of the sweetest things I've ever read. I love how your innocence & love shines through. :heart: :heart: I need to come here more often.

awww...:blush: thankyou, that made my day:blush::flower:
 









The death of innocence falls down hard


And acts of desperation become unknowingly in tact.



Withal, faceless, demeaning, eternal flames regard,



Those of the scrupulous, pure, and exact.



With peremptory, fatuous decisions made,



And fleeting discretion fatally denied,



Comes a fresh beginning in a life unscathed



Where decaying clandestine joys reside.









hmm wrote it when i was in h.s.
i think i had a little too much fun with the thesaurus or smthg..

candicec
 
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"Hope is the thing with feathers" - Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And rings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
 
My Buddy, My Enemy



You sit with me in silence,
You’re my secret, you’re my truth
They think you’re a delusion,
While I know you’re with me everyday





When I’m lost I call for you,

You comfort me when I’m hungry
An empty feeling in my heart,
But I never feel alone

I love you since the day I found you,
You wrap you’re stick thin arms around me
Whisper in my ear:
“Don’t be frightened, dearest, I’ll always be here”

And maybe,
in a way,
that’s what frightens me the most.





xxx

 
Poems?

Post yours if you want.

Just some lyrics

she has the personality to wash everyone else away
with the innocence of the daisies
in a meadow of decay
she ifects the cure
ignores the faces
she is an angel in the darkest of places
 
Like in a dream

Like the wind touching my skin
And the water over my hand
Laying in the grass with the sun above me
And you by my side with a smile
It’s feels like I am flying away with the wind

by me
 

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