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Post by BenRea » 10 Feb 2008 06:25

Holy shit that is a lot of poetry
i dont know how to rhyme so im just going to use the word, "rowetry"
dont smoke it's bad for your lungs
if you do you might caugh up some...lungs
wow this poem really sucks
i guess i better go fuck
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Post by dp » 10 Feb 2008 12:07

Henry Greise thinks he spits dope lyrics
little does he know they fall like loads o bricks
he got little 4th grade girls hitting on him
they be going for what dey think is da younger man
why, they even think he's in kindergar-tan
greasy, he got no shame,
sleazy, beds them dames
yo bro that's gross
get outta here now
henry stays
just to give us a shitty poem dose
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Post by funklovesfootbag » 10 Feb 2008 12:15

"Got his iPhone, keeps it in his anus
Shit fletcher, you know this shit is heinous
Dry your tears with some motherfuckin garden shears
cause thats the kind of comfort reserved for Richard Gere"

HAAAHAHAhahahahaha. Nice Henry... I'm not sure if I laughed more at being called abortion scum or Richard Gere. I think Richard Gere is more of an insult though...
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Post by CautionFragile » 12 Feb 2008 18:39

(A Midwinter's Mile in My Shoes)

My life has been a series of unfortunate events,
This was confusing at first, but with time well spent,
Pondering possibilities, questioning my worth,
I have come to the conclusion that I was cursed at birth.

Experience has taught me that trusting is futile,
Little white lies often come with a smile,
I extended my hand, in a display of good faith,
Only to be pulled into a dark, confined space.

Now a chili wind from within raises bumps on my skin,
At last, through the cracks, the light starts to dim,
The sun sets to reveal the stars in the sky,
The man that I am, becomes a boy when I cry.

When my sadness is frozen in time,
And my thoughts don’t feel like they’re mine,
I must let go of the rope that holds me back,
For it hangs those who live in the past.

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Post by Tsiangkun » 12 Feb 2008 22:40

*claps*
nice poem

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Post by CautionFragile » 13 Feb 2008 00:02

Thanks :D

It is actually a poetic accompaniment to a 3 part acoustic instrumental song I wrote.

Part 1 - Worst Case Scenario.
Part 2 - A Chilli Wind.
Part 3 - Solitary Confinement.

It's a dark song but it's not metal.

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Post by CautionFragile » 13 Feb 2008 17:04

This one I wrote during a much happier time in my life....


(A Different Flood)

It takes more muscles to frown than to smile,
I want to stay here for just awhile longer,
"Goodbye" feels like falling into a hole that gets deeper,
"Hello" makes me wish I can stay here forever.
2 feelings that overwhelm me like a natural disaster,
A different flood of emotions, I can't tell which is better,
Like the change of the seasons, I'll take off for no reason,
...As the leaves fall off the trees.

The snow starts to fall 30 miles from the ground,
We won't know it's winter until it makes its way down,
It's a beautiful thing to see this snow sprinkled town,
I like that it's easier to smile than to frown.

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Post by BenRea » 18 Feb 2008 10:59

My eyes fall through a glass pane
Stumbling upon the red brick wall
With which a door leads no place
But onto a black abyss
The cracking stairs nearly crumble
Though Up and up they go
Only to be frozen
By the great Birch tree
Looming over the lonely street lamp
That dimly lights
A molding home
Begging
To be called just that
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Post by HG » 18 Feb 2008 18:21

my face melts

in the microwave
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Post by BenRea » 18 Feb 2008 19:57

HG wrote:my face melts

in the microwave

SHABLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by CautionFragile » 06 Mar 2008 15:49

Just wrote this one in my head and needed to write it down somewhere, and I have no paper :lol:

You give off the illusion that you have dellusions of grandeur,
To keep yourself at a distance from everyone's persistent,
Pestering queries of what happend to you and not them,
All that you wish is that they'd understand,
That right now you need to be left alone,
To wallow in self pitty, something to which you are prone,
Because if they believe that you think you are better,
They will leave you alone, so that you can forget her.

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Post by CautionFragile » 27 Mar 2008 21:13

Just something I'm working on...

While revisiting the blue light inspired it became clear to me,
The beauty of the world is lost in the eyes of the saddened soul,
Every day that passes by, confusion consumes their heart,
Every night filled with nightmares of being left out in the cold.

To those who have lost their way, I say don't worry,
All you need is to listen to the songs that surround you,
Their is love everywhere, and it can fill your heart,
Open your soul to the beauty, and let the light of life shine through.

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Post by habitat » 27 Mar 2008 22:25

I filmed my buddy Kurt doing his slam poetry. Check it out


Personal Ad - Kurt Olsen
[youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=2CMXIbgAuZc[/youtube]
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Post by CautionFragile » 27 Mar 2008 22:41

That was awesome.
He has a very moving presence.
Thanks for posting.

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Post by SlashC » 28 Mar 2008 23:40

[00:22] Zeb: 'how it goin' Terminally ill
[00:24] <SlashC>: my prospects are lookin bleak
sprawled out in a gunfight
bullet through my cheek
i'm too old to die
and too young to live
i've four more rounds in my chambers
that i so wish to give
bang bang
your knee is shattered
bang bang
your brain is splattered
you hit the floor
as if your life ever mattered
... seconds flash over me
as red rain falls
forming droplets of sorrow
my last breath exhaled
I will not live to meet tommorow.
Rory "Tophat" Dawson

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Post by gMoney » 16 Jun 2008 19:20

ack-hem...


Nowhere
There is a place, in the land of mistakes,
Where the people are dead and their actions are fake.
Louder than words; darker than noise,
That whispers a subtle, yet deafening voice:

"This is nowhere, so get out or die!"
Yells the invisible man, with an irritable cry.
"But this is my home; it's where I belong."
But his ego was thick, and his temper too strong.

"This isn't your home, this is hardly a place."
And his body appeared, and the earth began to shake,
For the man was a baby, and a hundred years old;
For a body this tiny, his voice was so bold.

"This is a land, for people like me,
Who found their way in, but now can not leave.
The water is dry, the end never comes,
The days are all black, and dreary, and glum.
So please go away, and leave us alone,
In this dreadful land "nowhere,"
Where I call my home."
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Post by F[uns]tylin' Eclectic » 25 Feb 2010 00:45

I've posted this one elsewhere, but I keep finding a better spot to put it...

This one's called, "Suicidal Words"

Suicidal Words

My mind thinks fast; it sputters
Stutters protruding from my lips, too quick
Words smashed together, can’t understand them
Spinning into a verbal oblivion
They stick to the roof of my mouth
Can’t think straight right now
Mind is mush, thoughts are fucked
Thinks aren’t thought out fully
Fully fucked up thoughts are released
Spilling out like blood from my battered teeth
Raw words in my mind
Decaying and unkind
Buried behind a crooked smile
Stitched to the flesh; so vile
My tongue is a gravestone
Rotting vowels leak through cracks
Dripping, dropping, drooling down my chin
Looking maniacal
These suicidal words
Taste
So
Fucking
Bitter
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Post by hrdcorethndr1 » 18 May 2010 07:00

Pressure always pushes the hardest from within,
Without pressure how can I satisfy your whim?
Stop pushing on me,
But the one I speak to is inside,
Where do I run from myself?
Where do I hide in solitude if the person I run from is attached to my back?
How do I run if the same though causes the legs to stun,
How do I move if the same though causes me to bruise
Thoughts conflict
Motions contradict
Motion is impossible and thus nothing is possible
Possibility flawed without the turning thought
The though flawed by possibility of plot
Motions construed
Days ruined
Life
Going
Nowhere
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Post by TokenHippie » 24 May 2011 12:33

Waiting

Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Decades.

I could go on and on but essentially time keeps me at bay.
My mind travels slowly on a whimsical space ride.
Time never waits for me to catch up,
As soon as it sees that I cease to pay attention... to keep my composure,
It sprints past the finish line and waves it's gold medal in my face.

No matter what speed I attain,
Whatever niche I find or loophole I utilize,
It beats me by a mile,
Runs laps around me on the track.
In this rat race we call life time is the varsity captain,
I am the water boy.

Put me in coach!! I want to show you that I can do well too.
No answer. Time's success causes those around to turn a deaf ear to my plight.
I float around in this empty space thinking about what I can do to beat the system...
What's the use in the end? I fail TIME in and TIME out.
And I still refer to it like I just did.
Truly the better competitor in this matter I am but a man,
Who am I to battle this element.. this divinity.

Do I give up?
Not even I have the correct answer to that question.
Guess I just go along with the show,
It must carry on as we all well know and aren't we all just players in this game?
Time has us by the hair,
It doesn't intend to let go either.

But it has the empathy to let us mere mortals spend life in it's grace,
Better too, spend it with each other.
So though this tyrant has us conform in every way possible,
Bound to its schedule and tied to it's whim like puppets in a show,
We're all the stars of the act and time the silent puppet master.

Recognized more than the deity himself we win in the end.
We win for one another.
Why circle jerk when you can circle kick??

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