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Soulbrutha34 9 years 28 days ago Posts: 515	if u write poetry then post it here. i know i do. but i wanna see yall's first. so who is the first vicitim... i mean poster
	*"You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah... and I am a torturer."*
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System 9 years 28 days ago Posts: 74809	"Rat-a-tat-tat, the cat came back...to play, drink milk, and parlay ! I'm sorry I just had to do that! How about you give us a snippet, and maybe we'll give you a lil somethin something !

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nippythefish 9 years 28 days ago Posts: 2713 Globally Banned	Buncha fricken Vogons in here. Yeah, anyway, here's a poem I wrote back when I was in boot camp: It's called 'Shimmer' So soft the glide of a nicely sharpened blade, I love the smooth swoosh in the air that is made, and the beautiful ring as it cuts through every ounce of flesh. A nick or two may form over time from each bone that it will grind against when each moment's urge is given into. No need for you to feel bad while everyone else becomes so sad, it's good to know that someone else's head is on your shoulders. With each beautiful display of life I feel that with this big ol' knife, I'll end them all when in my hand it begins to shimmer. Yeah, that's my only poem that's worthy of posting. I feel that it pretty much encompassed how I felt during boot camp. Luckily for myself and the rest of the world, I'm no longer in boot camp!

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System 9 years 26 days ago Posts: 74809	Really diggin the poem daddy-o ! Now, spill the beans on the nice young lady who has you writing a poem such as this. My poem book is at my parents house 8 hrs away, but I'll try to see if I can dig a little something up.

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MattNash 9 years 26 days ago Posts: 4312 Account Disabled	nippythefish wrote: Buncha fricken Vogons in here. Yeah, anyway, here's a poem I wrote back when I was in boot camp: It's called 'Shimmer' Yeah, that's my only poem that's worthy of posting. I feel that it pretty much encompassed how I felt during boot camp. Luckily for myself and the rest of the world, I'm no longer in boot camp! I like that, I was in bootcamp myself about ten years ago and know exactly how it felt. That pretty much nails it.

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MattNash 9 years 26 days ago Posts: 4312 Account Disabled	Here's one I wrote a few years ago, its called: "Dizzy" The sunlight shines upon The balcony while I wait For the flakes to fall. Wind breeze blows from the North in the winter and the Birds cry their call. Send the fire my way so I may breathe the smoke. Feed me the morsel from The bread of hope. Jump from the trees To the grounds below, Then bury all your burdens, In the bottomless hole. AM I MAKING YOU DIZZY? God, oh God, do I speak To you or is it myself I am speaking to? Is the oppression and ill All part of your will Or is it some flaw in the flow Of things that should be. SO WHAT? So what if there is No obvious meaning to the way things are? Does art really need an explanation? Are things that aren't socially acceptable Really an abomination? Is it the Earth that is spinning Or is it us who are spinning on the surface? AM I MAKING YOU DIZZY? Sing, oh sing to me sweet Minerva, Tell me what I want to hear, Tell me the comforting lies So that I can live without fear. Is the truth really what people desire, When its words hit the heart like a furious fire. It is not kind, Nor friendly, Cares not of your temporary name. It destroys, It kills, But is just all the same. It is what is, But what is it? Perhaps if you look for it, you'll find it. Look hard, look harder, Is that it? Or maybe that's another lie, a sweet lie, Like the sugar coated sense of hope That you've followed all your life. Perhaps hope is a lie. The thing you chase, The thing you cherish, More valuable than all the wealth in the world. It leads you one way, Then another the next day. Keep spinning! YOU HAVEN'T FALLEN YET!

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nippythefish 9 years 26 days ago Posts: 2713 Globally Banned	Dig the poem, Matt. Good shit there. Anyway, since this is probably the only thread on poetry we'll see here, what's your guys' favorite poem? Mine is called 'Animals Are Passing From Our Lives', by Philip Levine.

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MattNash 9 years 25 days ago Posts: 4312 Account Disabled	nippythefish wrote: Mine is called 'Animals Are Passing From Our Lives', by Philip Levine. How does it go?

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nippythefish 9 years 25 days ago Posts: 2713 Globally Banned	MattNash wrote: nippythefish wrote: Mine is called 'Animals Are Passing From Our Lives', by Philip Levine. How does it go? You lazy bastard! There's always Google! ANYWAY.... "Animals Are Passing From Our Lives" It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light step. I'm to market. I can smell the sour, grooved block, I can smell the blade that opens the hole and the pudgy white fingers that shake out the intestines like a hankie. In my dreams the snouts drool on the marble, suffering children, suffering flies, suffering the consumers who won't meet their steady eyes for fear they could see. The boy who drives me along believes that any moment I'll fall on my side and drum my toes like a typewriter or squeal and shit like a new housewife discovering television, or that I'll turn like a beast cleverly to hook his teeth with my teeth. No. Not this pig.

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MattNash 9 years 24 days ago Posts: 4312 Account Disabled	nippythefish wrote: Anyway, since this is probably the only thread on poetry we'll see here, what's your guys' favorite poem? Mine is called 'Animals Are Passing From Our Lives', by Philip Levine. Cool, poem. Makes me kind of hungry for a ham sandwich... Just kidding I don't really know any poets accept Robert Frost and William Shakespeare. I use to like "Backward's Bill" by Shel Silverstein when I was a kid, and Dr. Suess's work. Do songs count as poems and songwritters, poets? Then I'd have to say my favorite poem is "The Stars Are Projectors" by Modest Mouse or "Time" by Pink Floyd.

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Soulbrutha34 9 years 22 days ago Posts: 515	Chyna0207 wrote: Really diggin the poem daddy-o ! Now, spill the beans on the nice young lady who has you writing a poem such as this. My poem book is at my parents house 8 hrs away, but I'll try to see if I can dig a little something up. for u.
	*"You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah... and I am a torturer."*
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MattNash 9 years 22 days ago Posts: 4312 Account Disabled	This is more prose then poetry, but here it goes anyway: "Armagedon Threatens" Are the wars and earthquakes symbols of the end of the world? Is great Gabriel about to blow his trumpet to take away those who "buy it" and leave behind those who don't? Are things really all that different now then how it has been for centuries? Are there more disasters or are we just hearing about it more? In every home we have a window to the rest of the world and the messages rise on waves in the air so when shit happens, we know in a matter of seconds. I say have no fear, for the end is not near and if it was, What would you do about it? Pray? People have been praying to unlistening ears for eons and nothing has ever happened that wasn't going to happen anyway. So let's come up with some new superstitions to ease our collective thoughts and keep ourselves at bay, or Let's just be wise and let what's supposed to happen, happen, for How can we ever evolve into Gods if we don't reap what we sow?

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System 9 years 21 days ago Posts: 74809	Here is one I've been working on. It's sad but it's a description of one of my paitings. I usually paint what I'm feeling like. I was quite sad for a while when I was about 14 or 15. Probably because when we moved I had to leave my best friends and this boy I was crazy about. Well, I hope you like it anyway. "A Lover's Lament" There she lie, lifeless in her lover's arms, her body with its earthly charms, as he wonders why she had to die. Her youthful skin so soft and sweet. Her face, with a glow unearthly, shone, has left him in the world alone, as he morns the death she could not cheat. "I'm sorry my love," he whispers in her ear. "I will forever hold you dear." And he prayed to God above. "Oh dear father, take this angel home. for on this earth did she only roam and of my fate you needn't bother."

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System 9 years 20 days ago Posts: 74809	Soulbrutha34 wrote: Chyna0207 wrote: Really diggin the poem daddy-o ! Now, spill the beans on the nice young lady who has you writing a poem such as this. My poem book is at my parents house 8 hrs away, but I'll try to see if I can dig a little something up. for u. [b][color=indigo]Well my,my soulbrotha

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Soulbrutha34
9 years 18 days ago
Posts: 515
thanx
"You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah... and I am a torturer."
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System 9 years 11 days ago Posts: 74809	Ok, here's my poem, which is kind of long. So, if any of you feel like reading it, then knock yourself out. An Angel That Stalks at Night His eyes a sweet cinammon brown his smile so warm and bright. He doesn't know I admire him so, this angel who stalks at night. His aura so pure and heavenly that stops all in its sight. Soft smooth lips of sugar cane, this angel who stalks at night. The love I feel for this sweet soul cannot be taken away. But he doesn't see its killing me, to not have him come my way. Freefall I have so deeply into a darkness with no hope of light. He's hurting me so terribly, this angel who stalks at night. I dream a dream of he and I, in a secret land of ecstacy. Where we're all alone, just us two, him proclaiming his love to me. I take my hand and put it in his, and we dance a dance of love. A rose he places to my heart, and we fly away like doves. I then awake from my pleasant dream eager to tell him how I feel. But when I do he looks and says, "Excuse me, are you for real?" "Who'd want to date someone like you, so thin, plain, and ugly? I'd kiss a frog, or even a warthog, before I'd let you touch me!" I stood rock still, feeling alone and cold, like a body that's left for dead. His lifeless words felt like cemented bricks being thrown against my head. I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and lifted my head up high. I promised to God as long as I lived that no guy would hurt my pride. I'll think things through thoroughly next time, and make sure he's Mr. Right. This is the last time I'll ache in pain by this angel that stalks at night.

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Soulbrutha34
9 years 9 days ago
Posts: 515
wow. that's good
"You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah... and I am a torturer."
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System 9 years 9 days ago Posts: 74809	Soulbrutha34 wrote: wow. that's good Thank you . And as with most poetry there is much truth behind this poem.

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Soulbrutha34
9 years 9 days ago
Posts: 515
sho' u right
"You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah... and I am a torturer."
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