For BelleBane:
Lost My Job
Lost my job.
Went home, stripped, opened a bottle of Jim Beam and took out my 20 gauge.
Hunting season.
Becoming one with all, you bleed, I bleed, you die, I die.
Naked as the day.
I was wrenched from comfort and the womb, smacked on the ass and officially pronounced
alive.
Looking back, what have I done? What have...
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Lost My Job
Lost my job.
Went home, stripped, opened a bottle of Jim Beam and took out my 20 gauge.
Hunting season.
Becoming one with all, you bleed, I bleed, you die, I die.
Naked as the day.
I was wrenched from comfort and the womb, smacked on the ass and officially pronounced
alive.
Looking back, what have I done? What have...
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nycstreetpoet:
On the day of (or maybe it was a day or two after) 9/11 I remember watching news crews in Palestine and footage of children dancing in the streets because the Great Satan America was dealt a crushing blow and because a large number of Jews worked in the World Trade Center towers. It's certainly weird to cheer the death of anyone, but it's far more socially acceptable, and easier for me to handle, then cheering the deaths of thousands of innocent people. I would never cheer because I'm glad someone is dead, but I don't find it weird for people to cheer Bin Laden's passing. It's ghoulish, true. But not weird. Not to me.
callioppe:
I'm glad I could help to inspire you 
would you mind sharing when you're finished?
would you mind sharing when you're finished? I'm learning how to rave!
Milk that bull!
Be certain to rock your new skills out at a light switch rave!
Milk that bull!
Be certain to rock your new skills out at a light switch rave!
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nycstreetpoet:
I would prefer decriminalization myself, but I doubt the government would go for that. If they ever do, it would take DECADES at least.
pesky:
I've been going berserk over this incident that happened back in goddamn January and its literally been eating away at me inside. And in light of my recent Philosophy class talks, I realize that I'm letting something have power over me. So here's this little poem for you. Truth be told, I was just talking to my English professor about how I haven't written poetry in a long while, so you've done me a favor by getting me back into it. Devour + Enjoy.
"I Can't Hate You Anymore"
Putred, pouty petal lips
Photosynthetic paisley eyes
I'd smell your poison any day, if you'd asked me.
The obvious detracts me from finding out the truth
And I spin 'round in my footsteps when you're 'round me.
And all I ever wanted was to have my cake and eat it, too
But I can choke you out, if you'd just ask me
Perfect little bullshit world
It's heaven in a nutshell, dear
Shattered like my memories, everlasting
But I don't hate you anymore, if you're asking.
"I Can't Hate You Anymore"
Putred, pouty petal lips
Photosynthetic paisley eyes
I'd smell your poison any day, if you'd asked me.
The obvious detracts me from finding out the truth
And I spin 'round in my footsteps when you're 'round me.
And all I ever wanted was to have my cake and eat it, too
But I can choke you out, if you'd just ask me
Perfect little bullshit world
It's heaven in a nutshell, dear
Shattered like my memories, everlasting
But I don't hate you anymore, if you're asking.
The Idea as Revolution
We hold this truth to be self-evident:
Every Idea is Revolution!
God electrified the word and in do so ensured his self-castration.
We were Loyalists before we knew we had a choice; before the snake enticed us with thought.
Every Idea is Revolution!
And now it is luxurious, almost orgasmic! The wave of defiance, of freedom!
We were Loyalists before we...
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We hold this truth to be self-evident:
Every Idea is Revolution!
God electrified the word and in do so ensured his self-castration.
We were Loyalists before we knew we had a choice; before the snake enticed us with thought.
Every Idea is Revolution!
And now it is luxurious, almost orgasmic! The wave of defiance, of freedom!
We were Loyalists before we...
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POETRY TIME!
First poem:
Net Worth
Post my net worth on the wall.
If I were to be for sale, how much would you pay to make me your pet?
See me in my cage. Look at the bottle I have suspended on the side, I like the steel spout and the water comes out! I can go home with you today; walk in alone...
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First poem:
Net Worth
Post my net worth on the wall.
If I were to be for sale, how much would you pay to make me your pet?
See me in my cage. Look at the bottle I have suspended on the side, I like the steel spout and the water comes out! I can go home with you today; walk in alone...
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bradley:
Thank you so much for your sweet comment. Its things like that that are helping me cope with all of this. Its really not just raining but pouring lately to say the least haha. You insight meant a lot to me <3
This poem came to me almost as though I had lived the pained it related. Compelled, I wrote.
Daughter of Laughter
Daughter of Laughter.
I named her Sarah.
Daughter of Laughter, Child of Autumn, Symphony of Life!
Everything in my world is now seen in a new and dazzling light!
Heaven or Apocalypse means nothing to me now!
The only system I use to measure...
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Daughter of Laughter
Daughter of Laughter.
I named her Sarah.
Daughter of Laughter, Child of Autumn, Symphony of Life!
Everything in my world is now seen in a new and dazzling light!
Heaven or Apocalypse means nothing to me now!
The only system I use to measure...
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Love Song for a Lost Love
I knew a girl once who told me she'd never eaten a Cadbury Creme Egg. At the time, I'd never enjoyed the simple pleasure that is three scoops of ice cream wedged between a bisected banana. To each other, we were perfect; we were incomplete. A project, a puzzle, a broken doll to be made whole. We were void,...
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I knew a girl once who told me she'd never eaten a Cadbury Creme Egg. At the time, I'd never enjoyed the simple pleasure that is three scoops of ice cream wedged between a bisected banana. To each other, we were perfect; we were incomplete. A project, a puzzle, a broken doll to be made whole. We were void,...
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HAIKU MADNESS!!!
Haiku
All haiku contain
ten and seven syllables
that express our joy.
Extended Haiku
Waiting for the Wolf
or for the Revolution
I'm ready for them.
Let the Wolf take me!
I feel my essence slipping
into the Wolf Dream.
Reborn as the Wolf
the world is my hunting ground!
Hungrily, I prey!
The Last Hunt draws near.
The soul of the world...
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Haiku
All haiku contain
ten and seven syllables
that express our joy.
Extended Haiku
Waiting for the Wolf
or for the Revolution
I'm ready for them.
Let the Wolf take me!
I feel my essence slipping
into the Wolf Dream.
Reborn as the Wolf
the world is my hunting ground!
Hungrily, I prey!
The Last Hunt draws near.
The soul of the world...
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::prose poem::
We were the kids who wore their hats sideways; everybody knew where it was at. Most of us, me especially, had cultivated an almost religious hate of people we referred to as "poseurs:" that is to say, anyone who wasn't one of us, but behaved as though he or she was. This was distressing, as it upset the pecking order. I wore the...
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We were the kids who wore their hats sideways; everybody knew where it was at. Most of us, me especially, had cultivated an almost religious hate of people we referred to as "poseurs:" that is to say, anyone who wasn't one of us, but behaved as though he or she was. This was distressing, as it upset the pecking order. I wore the...
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katya:
it was about a formative evaluation of projects/ not the most exciting thing..
pia:
thanks for you commet <3
Where were you at the origin of sound?
Day 4/5:
Resonate with me.
Let's harmonize, baby.
Sing! your right, you're right.
Open your eyes to electric guitars,
snaps crackles and pops of the tube as it plays our song.
Resonate.
The whole world sings along, Edison brought us the sound and we make it move.
Let's harmonize, baby.
We're here at the apex, the pinnacle,...
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Day 4/5:
Resonate with me.
Let's harmonize, baby.
Sing! your right, you're right.
Open your eyes to electric guitars,
snaps crackles and pops of the tube as it plays our song.
Resonate.
The whole world sings along, Edison brought us the sound and we make it move.
Let's harmonize, baby.
We're here at the apex, the pinnacle,...
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Day 3: Sestina
The church bell recites the hour;
I'm at home and my ears are ringing.
I'm trying to figure out why sound.
Most people tune them out anyway.
I'm not exactly pissed, but this sort of shit gets to me.
I mean, I'm trying to fucking sleep!
The menacing bells rouse me from my too-deep sleep.
No one other than me should be...
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The church bell recites the hour;
I'm at home and my ears are ringing.
I'm trying to figure out why sound.
Most people tune them out anyway.
I'm not exactly pissed, but this sort of shit gets to me.
I mean, I'm trying to fucking sleep!
The menacing bells rouse me from my too-deep sleep.
No one other than me should be...
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Day 2: Freeform poetry
I literally wrote this on a piece of newspaper on the Q train Saturday morning.
The Bargain
They are the moneykeepers. I've seen them; they wear human skin and have mastered our language. Every tendon tenses, the sinister sinew draws itself up to face us. Their mock mouths open wide as they chorus "Let us make a deal." They have us...
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I literally wrote this on a piece of newspaper on the Q train Saturday morning.
The Bargain
They are the moneykeepers. I've seen them; they wear human skin and have mastered our language. Every tendon tenses, the sinister sinew draws itself up to face us. Their mock mouths open wide as they chorus "Let us make a deal." They have us...
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Day 1: Acrostic
This is technically a poem; it's really more of a dialogue, but it is an acrostic dialogue, and it has its own sort of poetic qualities in its seemingly natural tone.
April Fool's Day (Fools in Love)
"Are you fucking shitting me?"
"Please, there's no reason to be so overdramatic."
"Really? Really. That's your idea of a practical joke?"
"I never said...
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This is technically a poem; it's really more of a dialogue, but it is an acrostic dialogue, and it has its own sort of poetic qualities in its seemingly natural tone.
April Fool's Day (Fools in Love)
"Are you fucking shitting me?"
"Please, there's no reason to be so overdramatic."
"Really? Really. That's your idea of a practical joke?"
"I never said...
Read More
heathen:
Love your poetry blogs! I really appreciate the different styles you used when writing them. It makes each one even more unique.