I sit on my front porch
and I light a cigarette.
I try to sing for you but
my head is empty of song.
My time for you is gone
and I can no longer instill
that hope, and the want
into my voice or my cry.
My former desire has gone
awry from where I longed.
The well from which you
used to spring has run dry,
is now a wall of rocks, a
ring wherein nothing rises.
This circle which could be
a home is instead a tomb,
a litany of can-not-have, a
tome of imperfect endings.
I hate this word processor.
It turns my poetry into a
study on perfect grammar.
You cling to the devil to whom
you think you have sold your
soul, and in the meantime
leave your spirit to bend
and twist in the wind you
made in your passing by.
Foolish, I wait for it to wake.
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Quote from: So Can A Furby on January 20, 2009, 11:43:49 AM
I sit in my front porch
And I light a cigarette
I try to sing for you but
my head is empty of song.
My time for you is gone
So I can no longer instill
That hope, and the want
Into my voice or my cry
My former desire has gone
awry from what I used to long.
The well from which you
Used to spring has run dry,
Has become a wall of rocks, a
ring wherein nothing rises.
This circle which could be
A home is instead a tomb,
a litany of can-not-have, a
tome of imperfect endings.
I hate this word processor.
It turns my poetry into a
Study on perfect grammar.
You cling to the devil you
Think you have sold your
Soul to, and in the meantime
Leave your real soul to bend
And twist in the wind you
Made in your passing by.
Foolish, I wait for it to wake.
Loved this bit :mittens:
I pace on your front porch
because i burned down my house
inhaling your second hand smoke.
It's been 8 months since i quit
and not a day goes by that i don't want one.
I croak. I caw. Its not a song but it still has rhythm.
I empty my head so that something
new will rattle my skull.
cheese sandwiches again?
fnert fnert fnert.
chew it up.
oh. that wasn't a cheese sandwich.
staring into the dry well
I realize the uselessness of this afternoon.
But bumping into someone is never a waste of my time.
I'll follow the next passing insect over the wall.
Each ending I track down is
a frayed bit of string quietly asking for a kite.
I could hate this computer.
I could hate this whiskey.
I could hate this paycheck.
I could hate you.
But I getalong with whatever the devil gives me.
And hate is just a disappointed bitter angry love.
I'm too bored and exhausted for that.
The fool's wisdumb doesn't bloom from gravity.
The wisdumb comes from learning to throw yourself at the ground and missing.
The dream has been dreaming while the fool has been sleeping.
What's so wise about waking if you were already living the dream?
neither of us were ever really here anyway.
and when he muttered "Smirkadelphia is my home"
they said "you aren't funny"
and he laughed because there never was any joke.
oops.
sorry.
i meant... "i really like your poem"
Go start your own attention-whoring thread. This one is mine.
Quote from: Pomp on January 21, 2009, 08:57:13 PM
Go start your own attention-whoring thread. This one is mine.
:lulz:
Good poem Nigle, I always read them but I can never think of anything better to say. I got to work on mah feedback skills. :wink: Will this one make it to the pod casts?
i understand. you only wanted someone to help you with your grammer. (intentionally misspelled)
or maybe some empty praise for what you wrote.
here's some flattery so that maybe you will like me....
you didn't want an honest. creative response. that might steal your "show".
once again.... i apologize.
yer a good writer and stuff.
Quote from: Ziggy Odyssey on January 21, 2009, 09:11:36 PM
i understand. you only wanted someone to help you with your grammer. (intentionally misspelled)
or maybe some empty praise for what you wrote.
here's some flattery so that maybe you will like me....
you didn't want an honest. creative response. that might steal your "show".
once again.... i apologize.
yer a good writer and stuff.
Only 31 more posts..... :argh!:
I like this Nigel. It's good!!!
Quote from: Ziggy Odyssey on January 21, 2009, 09:11:36 PM
i understand. you only wanted someone to help you with your grammer. (intentionally misspelled)
or maybe some empty praise for what you wrote.
here's some flattery so that maybe you will like me....
you didn't want an honest. creative response. that might steal your "show".
once again.... i apologize.
yer a good writer and stuff.
Was that nonsense that you posted supposed to be an "honest. creative response"? :lulz:
If you want to post your poetry, post in your own thread. This is Bring and Brag, not Apple Talk.
P.S. fuck off and/or die.
Thanks, Pent, Khara and SP! :D
I'm not interested in your childish fraternity hazing games. especially when the beer is as flat as what i've found here.
me thinks i smelt it sed soooo lervley az this.... "black sheep are still sheep" are they knot?
What interests me are poets that respond to poetry with poetry and that want to build on each other's wirkz.
inspiring each other. if there are any here.
I'm not into sitting around and sucking each other's empty headed dix while they jerk off their egos for as you call it "attention whoring threads".
(kindly fucking off now with rancid spooge trails....)
:roll:
Quote from: Ziggy Odyssey on January 21, 2009, 10:51:38 PM
I'm not interested in your childish fraternity hazing games. especially when the beer is as flat as what i've found here.
me thinks i smelt it sed soooo lervley az this.... "black sheep are still sheep" are they knot?
What interests me are poets that respond to poetry with poetry and that want to build on each other's wirkz.
inspiring each other. if there are any here.
I'm not into sitting around and sucking each other's empty headed dix while they jerk off their egos for as you call it "attention whoring threads".
(kindly fucking off now with rancid spooge trails....)
:roll:
It's funny... come right in acting like a complete fucking dick, and you get treated like a complete fucking dick.
Also, if that was seriously your "poetry", and you were trying to build off mine... holy shit, your poetry is fucking abysmal.
Go to a poetry wanker forum if you want to do that kind of shit. Rest assured, if you find one that isn't a mutual masturbation society, they will shit all over your nonsense a fuckton harder than people here ever would. I have 16 years of experience with poetry communities, and if they're any good (by which I mean honestly critical and interested in helping you improve) they will completely deconstruct your poems line by line and tell you WHY it's utter crap.
Have fun being a total prick elsewhere.
BTW, you chickenshit, I banged that out at quarter to four in the morning, drunk off my ass and feeling shitty about my pending divorce and loss of my best friend, and it's STILL better than anything you could manage to squeeze out of that sphincter you call your "creativity". So, seriously, die in a fire.
die in a fire. yeah. i hear that alot. come up with something more creative.
how about DIE TWISTING IN AGONY STICKING YOUR TONGUE IN AN ELECTRIC OUTLET WHILE MOLTEN LAVA IS POURED IN YOUR POCKET AND COOCOO BIRDS PECK OUT YER EYES!!!!
this name calling and bickering is all very childish. blah blah blah.
"they will completely deconstruct your poems line by line and tell you WHY it's utter crap."
utter crap reminds me of bullshit. how gnow the brown chao munches upongst the sweet green grass.
such sweet smelling nonsense. mu.
flowers for you?
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anyway... exactly! it is EXACTLY this line for line deconstruction of poetry that i reject! the old tired aesthetics have to go!
it's like tearing apart a flower to make it smell better.
and at it's best....
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eh. to each hir own. you enjoy deconstructing poetry line for line and finessing it to make it better.
wunderful. you can do that tired ol shtick for another 16 years if you like yer bread n jam that wayzywootz.
hoo am i to say nay? not I. not I.
have fun!
anyway i won't bother anybody here anymore. i've decided Discordia isn't really for me. I reject the dogmatic-undogma of my unfaith and give my tongue to the smiling cat. I'm off to join a beginning writers group or something. Art is good therapy. It's been essential to my various mental conditions! :)
have a nice life. or don't.
p.s. - I've died in more fires than you'll ever know.
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sorry i couldn't shtick around for 50 posts. maybe there would've been a cake or something?!!
HAIL ERIS! and all that mumbo jumbo....
:evil:
23 posts!
skeedle leee deedle leeee doooooo!!!!!
ha ha
:lulz:
I thought you were leaving?
you can go play with my stuff
i wont bite
too much
maybe