SF Poetry Corner.

[greentea]

Feel free to express your self through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language of choice..

[greentea]

Heres my haiku.

These jeans are selvedge

It's natural indigo

I want one more pair!

Thank you...

[cheapmuthafukr]

now this was your first mistake

to put all your trust in me

my blood runs cold just like a snake

depression sets roots like a tree

time after time i tried to warn you

you didnt believe a word i said

you know if you stay ill just destroy you

narcicisim leaves emotions dead

all the love is gone from me

this body is just an empty shell

numbness is what i have to work with

id prefer the eternal flames of hell

you lie and swear and say that you love me

i return the favor back to you

until the time that i can trust me

trust my words are never true

[cheapmuthafukr]

as my lungs breathe deep

my addict smoke

my mind slowly wanders back to you

times we shared

how you were with me thru the worst of times

and how i left you when i lost myself

im coming back

will you be there

has it been too long to make amends

tho i denied you

and left you dead

can i revive you

once again?

[derdankhund]

chained to this world

like some savage beast

forever seeking respite

or oblivion at the least

unbeknownst from whence

attacks this restless fatigue

no marks on this flesh

(but) so surely does this soul bleed

is it purely affected,

this amoral lassitude

a simply human condition

so pointless to soothe...

[RobbertJan]

applying for uni in London, so dreaming of being there a lot:

London, William Blake

I wandered through each chartered street,

Near where the chartered Thames does flow,

And mark in every face I meet,

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,

In every infant's cry of fear,

In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry

Every blackening church appals,

And the hapless soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear

How the youthful harlot's curse

Blasts the new-born infant's tear,

And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse

[derdankhund]

Winter Meanderings

The failing sun makes its last attempt to lighten night’s somber palette.

I stride purposefully, yet directionless, a lost explorer beneath the amber sky.

My gaze touches upon the leafless vanguard of a naked winter forest,

and I find myself unconsciously beckoned towards the emaciated shapes,

like a reluctant beast of burden yoked to the merciless vagaries of time.

My hand drifts caressingly over the trunk, and I jerk back in surprise.

The crumbling scent, the decaying strength, bring another time and place.

Resigned now, I turn towards the mass looming at the edge of perception.

My steps are hesitant, as I struggle to perceive a clear path in growing obscurity.

The first few obstacles are easily circumvented, and I grow overbold.

A trick of the gloom leads my steps to a ravine, into which I tumble gracelessly.

I brush myself off and blink, for the image begins to shift wildly;

is this ravine the first of my journey, or the last of my memory?

I toil onwards, hindered ever more by the waning light.

The juxtaposition of now and then serves me poorly,

and I fight the incessant attempts of my deluded mind

as it fills in the gaps brought by the ubiquitous darkness.

This internal conflict nearly brings about my ruin,

for I trip on a fallen branch and wrench my ankle badly.

The pain provides an irresistible distraction for my delirium,

and I remain prone, accompanied by the sharp warmth.

My eyes drift towards the sparse glimpses of the horizon

provided to me by the interweaving of ephemeral trees.

They focus sharply, then unfocus just as rapidly;

I succumb to the disorientation, even revel in it,

until my vision returns, sharper than ever before.

I lift myself painfully off the ground, gingerly testing my weakened limb.

Having no choice, I trust my newfound sight to guide me through the midnight preserve.

I pause and laugh at the irony of it, preferring to trust in false sight than go blindly;

what I had eternally criticized in others, I find myself adopting instinctively.

Cognizant blindness must inevitably acquiesce to the seductive lure of ignorant sight.

The forest appears before me like a vision unseen, the hues brighter, yet indistinct.

The darkness is still there, but it has no effect upon my adjusted perspective.

The shapes slowly unfold themselves upon my field of vision,

like a frozen image from a block of marble beneath a sculptor’s tools.

Everything appears detailed to the most infinitesimal scale,

yet with further scrutiny, it becomes clear that nothing is as it should be,

the sharp, defining edges worn away to nondescript smoothness.

Thus I flounder along, transfixed by this new quandary.

My perception is not that of the here and now, yet it betrays then just as readily,

conjuring half-remembrances to lead me astray, alluring in their familiar guise.

As the images begin to lose all definition entirely, my emotions take full reign.

I pass by the last vestiges of the forest without being aware of them or the cliff beneath.

My feet take me over the edge of the precipice, and I fall downward, senseless.

I awake to the first rays of the morning sun peeking over the rim of the cliff.

My sight has returned to a semblance of normality, and I find myself pondering;

was the cliff the last of my journey, or the first of my memory?

[tangerine]

please, think of the goats

can I pound your toasts?

[__3xL]

^^ that was the bomb diggety ^^

no doubt

[__3xL]

ringspun denim FEEL like they are becoming mine - aging like fine Rhine , falling indigo lines messing with my mind

[datasupa]

when all the shit talking no longer has joy to bring

when all the pissing contests have dissipated

when all the bitter defeats have lost their dreaded sting

when all the denim fades have from memory faded

when the fires of victory have turned to ashes, dead and dry

and sufu become a dying ember that cannot be saved

then, despite however much i try and try

this one image will remain with me to the grave.

(moved from chat waywt)

[denimdestroyedmylife]

i am moved

[cuddlysheep]

fall season is here

cool evenings with your close friends

toast to the good life.

[Leonard Leroy]

Bitch, keep me awake,

your breasts and eyes are so nice,

Your words I can’t take.

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You have got it good

And the world is your oyster.

But you hate sea food.

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Lust for it, watch nearby

Hungry beast, sexy eyes

Eat the food, or you die

Wading through all the lies

Heavy boots, leather soles

Dead cow, no edibles

Now you walk over souls

They’re only animals

Bloody steps, gorgeous red

Pretty girls smile away

Give them a sense of dread

Burning light on their day

Show to them real truth

You hero with daring

Pull them into your booth

Sexy eyes need sharing.

[wEstSidE]

fuk u

fuk u

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fuk u

fuk u

BITCH FUK U

[aziz]

I yank back the moldy shower curtain,

and lift each foot into the tub. It's been

a long day, and I'm just another worker

in some forsaken dream factory, another day to purge

myself of sin. My hands grip

the cold metal of the rusted faucet. I haven't

turned on a light yet. Sometimes I almost think

I don't want to see me in the mirror, don't

want to see what I'm surrounded by. I wait

a bit before I bathe in this blistering-hot water, just to briefly

immerse myself in cool shadows. My eyes adjust

to the darkness. It takes me a minute, maybe two, to see

the many black dots endeavoring themselves

across the tile, an endless arctic, seeking food,

shelter, truth. Maybe even to

escape the wretched heat of early

September, they've come inside.

But this isn't their home. Shit, this

ain't even my home. Damn

stupid ants. They walk about, as if they're

following some maze, chasing after something.

They can't see their future, but up here,

being a giant, I can. I've got to get rid of them.

I've decided I'll just use my fingers,

after all, it's not that big of a deal. They

scurry about, always busy, duties to fulfill,

not wanting any trouble. So obedient.

I try not to think how much they

are like us, how much we

are like them. I stand on my two

feet, my naked body

reaching up. I send my finger,

the executioner to their fragile fantasies

of sugar and anthills and empires

and spread them across the cold tile in

one fell swoop. The only feeling beneath

my fingers is numbness as the scalding

water washes everything away,

tiny corpses, tiny dreams, tiny

everything.

[Leonard Leroy]

^Intense. I have trouble feeling right with writing without structure. Just a hiccup of mine. I'm still working on overcoming that. Anyhow...

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Her frozen nipples,

His passion melted,

Eros’ shot ripples,

A love song belted,

From the hawking swan,

Selling her feathers,

Buyer makes a bond,

And ties those tethers,

Obligation’s shape,

Collars her finger,

A mouth is agape,

This feeling, linger

It will if lucky,

If true this lover,

His thoughts work to free,

All doubts that hover,

Sharing all the wealth,

The body and key,

Be happy with health,

Chained blind-eyed with glee.

[enatoka]

lololololololol

[enatoka]

sdg ggg rsgr grgrgr

[enatoka]

lolololololololol

[enatoka]

thtr hjk rtj yjuyk

[enatoka]

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[_ironman]

i don't feel loved;

nor should i have to begin with.

apparently honesty is just too much to ask for.

i guess secrecy is just safer for you;

keeping me at a distance; on a need to know basis.

retreat into privacy when you're scared.

as you get upset at my reaction and insult my affection,

ask yourself, how was i supposed to respond to this?

so sorry i can't forgive acts of heresy confessed with a guiltless poise.

am i to blame for your attitude toward me?

if trusting me is such an excruciating task,

perhaps i should just leave.

feed me your secrets, slowly but surely.

guide me along this path of voidness;

ease me into you.

manipulate this accord;

i am just a pawn to you.

i'll never know which way to go...

i'll never know anything better.

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[cheep]

i want pussy for free

i want pussy for free

you can not have my money

i want pussy for free

for free.

[onemancult]

cold grey-blue woof

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in echoes, you heard this

your understanding not enough

i'm positive you knew this

but now the going's tough

in echoes, you wrote this

and i found myself alone

and now that i've killed you

i'll give a dog your bones.

[onemancult]

mother of pearl as succored by satanische fwarces

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whore! whore!

babylon whore!

whore more whore! whore unto whoredom, whore!

babylon babble on and on byblos--

pornography, whore!

wet with dew of cock and sundries from a soda shop!

wet! cunt! whore! more! give me, give me

more!

wet! sopping!

stop! sobbing!

whore, whore, whore whore...

who're you? whore? who're you?

dance for me, now lay down

your neck elongates

i ejaculate

a necklace for you... hail satan.

[onemancult]

sin and sacrifice in the darkened bowels of caramindorshintagasteinfungarshaianildoland

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deep, deep within

caramindorshintagasteinfungarshaianildoland

we play dungeons and dragons

and our penises shrivel.

roll the dice.

[cuddlysheep]

dats deep.

[datasupa]

apparently omc's account has been h4x0r3d by keagan

[ProfMonnitoff]

datasupa you faggot baby