https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?26038-title The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 05:09:19 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?26038-title https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?13218-Midnight-Relaxation Mon, 16 Dec 2013 05:54:44 GMT I am one with the community. Butts are used for toilets. Leaving out a 't' in that word has left my dictionary. I am a man without a father, with the infinitely small soul of a piece of sap ready to flood the terraces of banality at any point. When there is no call for alarm, help is granted by a 6th sense outside of sight, taste, touch, sound and smell. I drift languidly in the night as a stalker of atoms and grasshoppers. The latter bounces through the wind to my blessed canal of wax and somehow plunges through jargon to get to a head that is 1/1 something to the power of something the size of the ocean. I see why baby poppers with rotten milk cartons and drunk millionaires find solace in black on white late at night on a box (or rectangle). I'll lick my lips as I yawn and try to make my tongue hit each part of the circumference of my lips. The failure of the endeavor makes me reassess the failure. Each letter is less relevant than the last but being less relevant to a point of utter languor keeps the arthritis at bay. Then again, at one year less than Taylor Swift's age, infinite languor being 0 and infinite pride of 1,000,000,000 views results in a 1 with 0's that is as relevant as the reader of this stuff wishes to make it.
Math has always been my strong point, supplemented by well-aimed computer screens, kicks to the chest and 'butty' 'BUTTY' which apparently means dog in some Indian language. Growing up to classics is like fingering an angel's beard. I don't know why I'm doing it but its comfort is an eternity. Ending any book brings me around 5.999 feet deep. A couple more 9's would hire an undertaker. He never comes around to getting the job done because I find another book. Someone told me today that my birthday was irrelevant. It was one of the greatest compliments I have ever received seeing that my birthday incidentally lies on New Years Eve. Perhaps if I lectured her on diet pills and driving school my face would be symmetric after golf club and computer hurls. On the topic of hurling, I nearly did so after drinking aloe water but my canisters of love making have been kept at bay. I am grateful for that. I heard from what one might call a reliable source that lotion, spiderman undies, and 49 rowboats with the right hand can leave one paralyzed or dead. 4 16 second sessions turns the boy into the man every night. A clear head is all a boy needs to find the axiom of manhood. A man finds his community. I go to bed. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?13218-Midnight-Relaxation https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12956-BlaaauhhH!-How-ya-like-me-Now! Fri, 10 May 2013 11:11:21 GMT Grades came in early and I got 4 A's and 1 B! I guess letters on a page adequately compensate for sleep deprivation, weight loss, and vagaries. What I lack in monetary debt (thank God mum's got cheddar!) I gain in being a caged rat at my mother's abode for a decade. At least there'll be plenty of cheddar for this rat! This calls for a poem!

Cares
Adol09

[F]ree are we to express beliefs
[U]nder the halo of impartiality
[C]ollege is wonderful since it
[K]ills stupidity with arsenic wit

[C]ognizant of where we'll go
[O]n the path of manifest glory!
[L]oving life 'til we grow old
[L]oving to bag others' groceries

[E]at well of fruit for it is not forbidden
[G]race your with borrowed credit
[E]asily learn to love then love to learn to be a slave
---

I would have started the next 2000 lines with exclamation points but the exclamation points would slowly lose their excitement. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12956-BlaaauhhH!-How-ya-like-me-Now! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12916-Trying-to-Promote-the-Writing-of-Poetic-Music-! Sat, 30 Mar 2013 05:27:00 GMT This is one of the first rap (poetically inspired) rhymes I have ever written. I would love to write lyrics for underground hip hop artists on... This is one of the first rap (poetically inspired) rhymes I have ever written. I would love to write lyrics for underground hip hop artists on YouTube, Hip Hop forums, and other creative venues who do not care for money/fame etc... It is just a hobby. I do not want to make ANY money from my lyrics and I am not a ‘rapper’ so I can’t deliver them well. If anyone knows of someone who would like to collaborate with me, I’d be more than happy to write more. :)

Working Title: An Underground Alliance

Mixing wishful dishes to sincerely tantalize your senses
Dappling sporadic light refractions right through your glass’ lenses
A product of gritty beat lickers n’ witty word blenders
I crack your lack of tact with lines so black it leaves dents in fenders
My bro chose to go nourish prose in college
But this quick hit slits doors wit' nails of knowledge
What’s right? To grip a mic intent to rip peals of silence
My only wish? To die quick then dream 'midst
the spirits of an underground alliance. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12916-Trying-to-Promote-the-Writing-of-Poetic-Music-! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12904-First-Blog-in-a-Little-over-5-years!!!-Allow-me-to-Reintroduce-Myself! Wed, 20 Mar 2013 17:53:27 GMT Howdy, My name is Mark I live in front of a park i take walks in the dark i have the voice of a lark my opinion is stark hark! im about to... Howdy, My name is Mark
I live in front of a park
i take walks in the dark
i have the voice of a lark
my opinion is stark
hark!
im about to embark
the ark
of introducing myself again, I said it's Mark!

Ok... so that OFFICIALLY is the worst rhyme I've ever written.

Now on to the goods...

I live by my self-improvised motto: My hide hides the heart inside. My exterior conveys an enigma. Average to some, attractive to others, downright homely to even more still, but my heart conceals unfathomable joy in the wake of the adversity and struggle I have overcome. I have read hundreds of classics ranging from novellas such as John Steinbeck's 'The Moon is Down' to onerous epics showcased by Tolstoy's 'War and Peace', Dostoevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov', Cervantes' 'Don Quixote' and Dumas' 'The Count of Monte Cristo'. My favorite characters of all time are Jean Valjean (Les Miserables) followed by Alyosha (The Brothers Karamazov) followed by Pierre Bolkonsky and most members of the Rostov family (War and Peace), Konstantin Levin (Anna Karenina), Vronsky Alexandrovitch (Anna Karenina), Tom Joad (The Grapes of Wrath), Becky Sharp (Vanity Fair), Don Quixote, Sancho Panza, and the hilarious princess (although I am not sure if she is in Knight of the Rueful Figure or Knight of the Lion, Don Quixote), Siddhartha (Siddhartha), Randall Patrick McMurphy (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest), Milady and d'Artagnan (The Three Musketeers), Quasimodo, Dom Claude Frollo, Jehan Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)... and Many Many more! :)

Favorite video games include: Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Metal Gear Solid 4, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

Favorite albums: Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt, Nas - Illmatic, Megadeth - Rust in Peace, The Beach Boys - Pet Sounds, The Beatles - Revolver, The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band, Iron Maiden - Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, Nieve - Playback, Soulchef - Remember When..., 1982 (Termanology and Statik) - 2012, Cunninlynguists - Oneirology..

Favorite poems: John Milton's 'Paradise Lost', Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself', Rudyard Kipling's 'If', Geoffrey Chaucer's 'Canterbury Tales', William Blake's 'Tiger, Tiger' and Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"

Favorite Math subjects: Calculus II, Linear Algebra, Elementary Topology, Differential Equations, Vector Analysis, Generalized Functions

Favorite Chemistry Subjects: Organic Chemistry II, Biochemistry, Chemical Analysis, Physical Chemistry, Analysis of Thermodynamics, Topological Chemical Analysis... you get the drift..

Favorite genre of writing: Prose poetry, Free-verse poetry, sonnets, villanelles

Favorite animals: Praying Mantis, Domesticated cats :) (Quite droll, if you ask me)

Favorite color: black

Favorite actress: Natalie Portman

Most attractive woman on the planet: Natalie Portman

Person I fantasize about the most when I am in bed: Natalie Portman.

OK, THAT'S ENOUGH! LOL!!

I am a hide that hides the heart inside and I seek a heart that hides within the outer hide. :) ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12904-First-Blog-in-a-Little-over-5-years!!!-Allow-me-to-Reintroduce-Myself! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3901-Adolescent09-s-Blog Sun, 09 Dec 2007 19:06:06 GMT I have transiently returned after my abrupt hiatus from the forums. I'll be snooping in these parts from time to time :). ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3901-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2579-Adolescent09-s-Blog Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:06:04 GMT Goodbye forum. Goodbye forum. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2579-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2571-Adolescent09-s-Blog Wed, 11 Jul 2007 05:56:28 GMT Surrender was the straw of hope and took it up they did. Battalion vaunts up and rose but pomp was clouded in. A flame lit immoral befitting... Surrender was the straw of hope
and took it up they did. Battalion
vaunts up and rose but pomp
was clouded in. A flame lit immoral
befitting rise in passion,
leading rants on Yankees
to cook their pride in sin.
But where mind at will
gives thought to fort and citadel
is built, a tyrant will annex
but feel his soul burn like cinders.
A change of season
and fortune brought
from middle-west,
a defense for right.
His beared and booze
and jocund mood,
his native plights and tales so trite
deemed quite angsty and often rude
was the bloat of last resort.
It was as though depravity
lost adopted sense
when barbarity gave rise
to squall,
that fell the Southern fence.

Entrenched was a mutual flag of cheers
when obdurate command surrendered
Negro rights given all in future years
Hurrah for the booze defender! ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2571-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2568-Adolescent09-s-Blog Wed, 11 Jul 2007 03:29:20 GMT From my cat napping on a ledge the world is aeon cotton string and rigid people are swatting critters in their selfish phrases. the ledge leans... From my cat napping on a ledge
the world is aeon cotton string
and rigid people are swatting critters
in their selfish phrases.
the ledge leans
in my balmy kitchen
with olive sprinkled brocolli
as stars that wink Wisconsin Corn
to a crescent, sun-down sleep

my shutting
fridge, disinterested
with all the lowly livings
whose bloated tummies
pang the counter tossing olives
are the irises of infants who wont
be here past three ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2568-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1127-Adolescent09-s-Blog Mon, 09 Jul 2007 03:58:19 GMT Anti Micro-Wrath Protection It’s your duty to know the danger...: it’s as big as small as big in all society... or as big as small as big... Anti Micro-Wrath Protection

It’s your duty to know the danger...:

it’s as big as small as
big in all society... or
as big as small as big
is in society.
(Either way it’s bad. Get it. You need it. You know it.) TM
-----
I’m couchant by my yester-week hide,
guaranteed seclude
from micro-wrath:

a euphemism of societal wrath, its worst at that,
brewed with macro in micro version,
taught to dig at the notch of seam
to angle in and tritely wedge.

“No fear of that”, I gleam
All my being is in with nocturnal dispatchers:
nocturnal as in alive and alive they are,
their little ‘whirl-woos whirl woos’
diurnal as well to keep in check, peace impingementers
(A typo it may be but it says so on the box)

It’s topped with mini sky-line revolvers,
with their ‘toom...!,toom...!,toom...!’s’

little little men
in (is that army blue?)
With their pantheon of pincer knives

So all is armed and ready and quiet.
Armed, ready and quiet,
armed, quiet and ready,
quiet, armed and ready
quiet, ready and armed...
arm.. quite... read....
But Hark!

A nuance in the air. A little little
pincer toter said it heard..
and many many
little little pincer toters threw a spotted
speck at a whatever-it-was in the midst.
And whatever-it-was happened to be
a thing of which my hided fence
kept me free. Let this fence
(Did I mean defense?) be described
sparingly.

It wavered, croaked, cracked,
then broke,
and I saw in night just as well
as if in bright of day
my $800 down the drain.

Then saw my folly (Or confronted it?)
as I became the victim of sleep in
imagination's quilt:

How can man pine for the death
of what he feeds?

@Adolescent 09
7/08/7 ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1127-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1126-Adolescent09-s-Blog Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:34:21 GMT My Fog: The Moral Cleaner

I sat in a sunset's dip of glean;
its pre-rain trickles dressed in form
to wash my shoulder's decked forlorn--

just like a friend on whose shoulder you lean,
When adversity is a face in all that you've seen,
It seeped up my woe in an evil conform,
and flung it to the turbulent crest of a storm.

My whims were unleashed in melodious green,
Spare sockets of fog rising pupils doth showed,
Creatures of life for life it was,
that syrup-drip-frost-licked the leaf of a bow,
fleece enshrined clumps of mushroomed fuzz,
which grew from the birth of a seed moist sowed
and twirled serenades of a bee-strung tune of buzz ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1126-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1122-Adolescent09-s-Blog Sun, 08 Jul 2007 01:59:01 GMT The Silence Tune

I'm in the open of the silence tune
where nothing's note is in my ear
typing a letter in blank of loom
on my fissured head of indented seams

Stillness camps in a cube of peace,
and words won't flow from lips of parch,
so silence's node slips with ease
to stifle noise's light in dark. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1122-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1120-Adolescent09-s-Blog Sat, 07 Jul 2007 17:09:53 GMT If a true plea had wings so innocent and fair, through which place or time would mine have to sour to show that penance is the threshold, desire,... If a true plea had wings so innocent and fair,
through which place or time would mine have to
sour to show that penance is the threshold,
desire, the door, which needs be unbolted to liberate
my stall of lashes, wrinkles, blood and gore. For I've
waded in the depths of evil's shore and have delved into
the caves of leviathans galore
who dented my flesh,
halved my soul and
residued the rest
of me
on the deep sea floor. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1120-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1118-Adolescent09-s-Blog Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:31:53 GMT Well it's three in the morning on a Friday night as I loiter about my comp in crinkled boxers tinged with fruit roll up stains. I've a seamlessly reoccurring dream that I've been in this physical state or mood of thought before and it is little wonder. I'm sixteen years old dwelling in an environment where gunshots aren't aberrational, where cocaine is a euphemism for sugar and where if your dog (or anyone living for that matter) dies in your midst you'd best chuck it out the window before triple-inch-lengthed tarantula looking rats burrow through your decade old carpet to suck on the blood of the carcass. Oh and it's not your carpet, It's not your walls and you'd mine as well call it a pitch-tent neighborhood.. Not because you can get shot through the cerebrum at any given time (which, trust me, is VERY likely) to come abruptly face to face with whatever creator you conceive, but if the rent isn't due to the hobbling, weatherbeaten landlady who periodically emerges from some execrable depth (YES, she looks identical to the illustrations of Cinderella's oldest sister. The big, FAT one), you'd better start counting your luck because it's most definitely going to rock-slide from there. How I am here?---why am I here and---what have I been brought up to be?-- are three questions only the latter of which I have a remote clue. Some in this living hell will equate me to an Uncle Tom, forumgoers here can see me as some type of black cherubim who will glide over the forums in the guise of pretentious nothingness. The rest of the world has yet to behold whatever it was I was meant to be. Only adulthood can pave a path out of this predestined misery.


Till then... Good Night and sleep tight you intelligent-packed forumgoers who most likely don't intend to view this! Nighty night night night :D ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1118-Adolescent09-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1115-Adolescent09-s-Blog Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:02:05 GMT *The Conjugal Meet* She trudged with an end of her soul on the pave of serendipity lane. Her glory were bipeds goading her on, his soul... The Conjugal Meet

She trudged with an end of her soul
on the pave of serendipity
lane.

Her glory were bipeds
goading her on, his soul
was a doubt, scudding along
he turned at the bend,
of Jan frost end (so long)
her tickled lips pursed
and he whispered a song. ]]> Adolescent09 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1115-Adolescent09-s-Blog