mc_muench wrote:Don't stop!!! I mean do what you want but I know I'll be reading them.
I'm enjoying how your poems read, someone mention it akin to an Elliott Smith song and that's pretty much spot on.
Are you writing these everyday or are you posting a backlog you already have?
Ill post everything I have...knowing people are reading them...i just didn't want to spam if it didn't have an audience.
As far how recent the poems are...so far its been a mix...in the last couple of weeks i've really got back into writing...so some are new, but if i don't have a new one, I'm going back to my old books to find some good ones.
D.o.S. wrote:Like, I don't just listen to Whores when I'm sitting alone in my room with the lights off staring at a wall. Sometimes I listen to it with the lights on, too.
I just got time to sit down and quietly read through these. Very much enjoyed them. Create or not, it's always your choice, but please don't stop sharing thinking it's not wanted. This stuff is great and I love seeing approaches to composition. I guess I'd be way more into poetry if it were presented in places other than coffee shops.
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AxAxSxS wrote:I just got time to sit down and quietly read through these. Very much enjoyed them. Create or not, it's always your choice, but please don't stop sharing thinking it's not wanted. This stuff is great and I love seeing approaches to composition. I guess I'd be way more into poetry if it were presented in places other than coffee shops.
sweet man. yeah I know what you mean about poetry and the stereotypes...the poet that really gave me the confidence to write and share was Bukowski...the anti-poet!
Here's a new'ish one...kinda rhymes, which I'm not hot on, but i still like it.
The Last Day
Angels wear black
Demons wear white
I can’t see the light
I can’t hear the dark
Trees are cut down
Ducks hunted down
Flowers blown away
the world is not the same
The people I trust
No where to be seen
The can hear my cries
But no one moves their feet
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to feel
Nothing to witness
Nothing to kill
The end is today
The end is tonight
Yesterday and tomorrow
The end is in sight
Pray for forgiveness
Pray to be free
Hope someone hears
your prayers to redeem
Close your eyes
And clench your fist
Don’t listen to anything
And don’t say a word
The last moment are here
And they are worse than you heard
All of the whimpers
All of the screams
Part of the process
Part of the plan
Now you realise
You’re nothing special
You’re nothing pure
No greater scheme
Life is a disease
That just found a cure
You’re just part of the process
Just part of the plan.
News of a sky’s collapse
hits the masses
as left field catchers
march against the wind
National August day draws near
determining the champion
to run the familiar system
of rage and aggression
The fast lane swells
while the slow lane mills along
like a vice on a water balloon
meagre moments away
from the inevitable burst
The upheaval of revolution
tactics to reverse
the unormal state
Naked women labouring
behind closed doors
serving a distraction
as the game is played
through bad weather
and lack of substitutes
Everything then turns back
the unormal state returns
the sky flies back up
the marching stops
and the robots
all return to their duties
no questions asked
A butterfly passes by my ear
wings singing in the air
as it floats from one flower to the next
using, taking what it needs
and leaving the empty remains
only to move to the next victim
Like a fairy it dances
through the air
bringing serenity and hope
the warm embrace of my heart
as I catch a glimpse
Yet it consumes
devours and destroys
contributing nothing
producing nothing
it’s silent destruction
goes unnoticed as it flashes it’s vibrant wings
it’s unnatural colours amaze me
yet I don’t see beyond it
I fall in love with it
it’s beauty blinding me
I let it in
it sits, perched, and so comforting
not knowing it doesn’t want me
only wants what I have
scattered thoughts and blueprints of time machines
litter the table nearing the end of a career
watches tick away the last moments before an end
but he is still working, making some last minute changes
pens down says the buzzer at 100db
but he doesn't listen, he wants to keep working
it't too early and the answer isn't yet resolved
too many assumptions and no time to test them
The buzzer sounds again and this time louder
he has to say goodbye but doesn't want to
he wants to go back and make it different
he wants to go back, and just give himself a chance
he doesn't mind getting back to the buzzer
he would happy to go, but not like this
he switches on the time machine with a loud hum
the buzzer sounds again but isn't audible
he climbs into the chair, he hopes it works
all he needs is a few more seconds for it to warm up
blinding lights and grinding gears swallow time
he sits with a smile and wonder in his eyes as all the pieces move
the way he designed, the way he imagined them all those years ago
when he first knew he had to set things right
this is the moment
he was working towards
the chance to go back
go back one last time
this time he would do it right
this time he would tell her
this time he would be normal
this time he wouldn't be a coward
this time he would stand up for himself
this time he would do what he wanted
this time he would take chances
this time he would live the life he wanted
but the lights start to dim and grinding gears slow down
the look of wonder disappears from his face along with the smile
the machine is not working, and hum gets quieter
its not working...all this time...all the assumptions...something isn't right
the buzzer sounds again, louder than before
pens down, its time to go
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