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She is a spider with nothing on,

looks at me with soft lips taunting me.

He asks if I can express how I feel,

how I feel about him he would never understand.

I don't know him but he is my fate, my soulmate.

 

Blah:LOL:

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whoever steals your purse steals trash

but anyone who takes your time . . .

 

time is more important than anything else really

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sun in the sky, she rises,

moon up so high, he spies on.

She spends the day,

looking his way.

He spends his night,

wanting her in sight.

Opposites may attract,

But you can't backtrack.

The Moon and the Sun,

Always wanting to be one.

 

 

been a while since i did a poem.

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sun in the sky, she rises,

moon up so high, he spies on.

She spends the day,

looking his way.

He spends his night,

wanting her in sight.

Opposites may attract,

But you can't backtrack.

The Moon and the Sun,

Always wanting to be one.

 

 

been a while since i did a poem.

 

I like that one, very beautiful.

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why this torment

why bring this upon the youth

do you know the anguish I feel?

Do you know how I dread the morrow?

 

 

 

^you would never believe what that is written about.

School?

 

:LOL:

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Trouble.

 

A car crash and a flood and a broken stereo

A shifter and a priest and a bucket full of wine

Cannonballs and billiard balls and lots of pretty girls

A drifter and a cynic and a boy with baggy clothes

A monster and a dragon and hydrochoric acid

Trademarks and Primarks and a couple asbos

A hammer and a mirror, a pistol and a mink

The devil holds a cradle, about to take a drink.

 

I always quite like your poetry, you have a lovely way of telling a story, vivid and beautiful. Very nice. :)

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I always quite like your poetry, you have a lovely way of telling a story, vivid and beautiful. Very nice. :)

 

How very kind of you, thank you for saying so. :happy: Though it's rare that I can build up a picture with a poem, mine tend to be more expressive, describing feelings. But that was an experiment. :happy:

 

Ah let me see if I can do one here...

 

Fucking little pussies

Playing with murder

Sleeping with babies

And kicking the shit

 

Out of the motherload

Into the pain

Bitches make noise

About to get tossed

 

Into the light again

Fucking little pussies

Got fucked up

And pissed themselves.

 

:stunned: Did I just write that?

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How very kind of you, thank you for saying so. :happy: Though it's rare that I can build up a picture with a poem, mine tend to be more expressive, describing feelings. But that was an experiment. :happy:

 

Ah let me see if I can do one here...

 

Fucking little pussies

Playing with murder

Sleeping with babies

And kicking the shit

 

Out of the motherload

Into the pain

Bitches make noise

About to get tossed

 

Into the light again

Fucking little pussies

Got fucked up

And pissed themselves.

 

:stunned:Did I just write that?

 

Yes, yes you did. Still vivid, and yet definitely not pretty. ;) Doesn't really seem to suit you, but if you like it...

 

In any case, you may not think of yourself as a poetic storyteller, but your writing isn't abstract; you write with beautiful language but in a way people can relate to. Your expressive poetry gets your point across and thus tells your story, whether it's something like your experiment or more of the in your head feelings based type. I prefer that; it is a bit of an easier voice to listen to... :) (Not sure why I essentially seem to be rambling on when originally all I meant to say is I liked it and well done. Must be the wine. Oops...)

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Spraling spiraling spinning down

The end of the world will cause a frown

We've fucked it up for so many years

It'll happen soon so have no fears.

 

Don't be surprised when the end finaly comes

I know when, i've done my sums

I'd tell you all with examples show

But to be honest you'd rather not know.

 

Is there anything we can do to stop the rot?

Well, it involves us all, the very lot

And i know its hard to all get along

So we'll all die...

 

But is that wrong?

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Yes, yes you did. Still vivid, and yet definitely not pretty. ;) Doesn't really seem to suit you, but if you like it...

 

In any case, you may not think of yourself as a poetic storyteller, but your writing isn't abstract; you write with beautiful language but in a way people can relate to. Your expressive poetry gets your point across and thus tells your story, whether it's something like your experiment or more of the in your head feelings based type. I prefer that; it is a bit of an easier voice to listen to... :) (Not sure why I essentially seem to be rambling on when originally all I meant to say is I liked it and well done. Must be the wine. Oops...)

 

Haha, I don't like it, I must've just felt like swearing a bit. :LOL:

 

Yeah I want to write about feelings without being abstract; I want my poems to be accessible so they can be appreciated. :) Hehe, wine. :LOL:

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The One.

 

You are but a page to hack and crumple

As I wish, or are you?

So from my glazing eyes come some great words,

You, the source, or are you?

And gab-given page and trembling shoulders,

Work of you, or are you?

Hate do I think my love is unspoken,

You, my love, or are you?

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Here is a poem I wrote about 6 minutes ago... it's called Four Minutes Ago:

 

 

Four minutes before,

I sat here longing,

Longing for,

A big fat dog.

No dog came,

Wishing for,

For all the fame,

But four minutes ago,

No dog came,

Then he did come finally,

And the bastard ate my sandwich.

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Here is a poem I wrote about 6 minutes ago... it's called Four Minutes Ago:

 

 

Four minutes before,

I sat here longing,

Longing for,

A big fat dog.

No dog came,

Wishing for,

For all the fame,

But four minutes ago,

No dog came,

Then he did come finally,

And the bastard ate my sandwich.

 

Excellence defined!

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A poem:

 

Why oh why

Does Nimpo cry?

Is it because

His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight?

Or is just

y'know, that other stuff.

Nudge nudge

Wink wink

Apparently, this isn't going over too well,

what a pity.

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Excellence defined!

 

 

thanks thanks

 

 

A poem:

 

Why oh why

Does Nimpo cry?

Is it because

His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight?

Or is just

y'know, that other stuff.

Nudge nudge

Wink wink

Apparently, this isn't going over too well,

what a pity.

 

"His sickness breeds only small forays into a dimming limelight?"

 

That's why... :yesey:

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Dead eyes,

cold hands,

move with no will of their own.

Black heart,

not needed,

cut it out, I am alone.

My love you have killed me.

 

:'(:rolleyes:

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The Carnival.

 

There was a mighty dog,

Who always had the first say,

And he barked.

 

Then a sheep came along,

But the odd thing was,

He barked too.

 

Then a monkey came,

And when he saw that the sheep

And the dog were both barking,

He barked too.

 

Soon there was a carnival

A carnival of animals,

And all of them were barking.

Lions and tigers were barking.

Snails and worms were barking.

Whales and dolphins were barking.

Orangutans and armadillos were barking

Ameobas and staphylococcus aureuses were barking.

 

And it was the most boring carnival ever,

Because when the children saw a cute lion cub,

It barked.

And when they saw a playful monkey,

It barked.

And when they saw an intelligent dolphin,

It barked.

They all barked in their faces.

And their barks were very intimidating and annoying.

So everybody had no choice but to bark too.

 

Except for me.

I do not bark.

I sing.

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In the Chair in Front of your Chair

 

Knife cutting,

Breaking eyelash.

Do I whisper?

Do I dare?

Stop the gasping,

Stop the work,

Make a tremble,

Make a quake,

Rotate the glass,

Make a pass.

Lets go fly a kite and hope

that it doesn't get tangled.

Around a friend,

a friendly foe,

Let's wish for absence,

Wish for rebellion,

Hell in a straight chair,

In a straight chair,

In a straight chair.

 

(Written two tuesdays ago, I just found it)

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In the Chair in Front of your Chair

 

Knife cutting,

Breaking eyelash.

Do I whisper?

Do I dare?

Stop the gasping,

Stop the work,

Make a tremble,

Make a quake,

Rotate the glass,

Make a pass.

Lets go fly a kite and hope

that it doesn't get tangled.

Around a friend,

a friendly foe,

Let's wish for absence,

Wish for rebellion,

Hell in a straight chair,

In a straight chair,

In a straight chair.

 

(Written two tuesdays ago, I just found it)

 

Very beautiful, and hopeful in a strange way.

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