write a really WEIRD poem

Dark, I hope this poem doesn't have to do with your friend trying to commit suicide?

here's another weird one I just wrote. doesn't make too much sense, but I suppose that's what weird poems are all about?

he’s got himself a new set of eyes
maybe somewhat tentatively green
perhaps even for looking at people – straight -
except their upper halves still cling to
scarred reptile glass, broken sideways for defence
and a friend says he’s definitely not cute
but what’s the point and I hope it’s not,
I mean, I didn’t want to
I always wondered who…. and now I want
something different, rainbow-coloured,
like bubbly, pink blue and green, bauble-shiny
video-arcade butterflies
or
a dose of machine-gun bullets in my guts
to make me feel as long
can’t bleed
can’t love
as long as it don’t hurt
to make me feel
to make me miss
and life’s too long considering it’s so short,
“Who said you have to complicate it?”,
his smile’s gone with the statue-eyes
and I’m left to dream of barchan dunes
and trees of Milton Keynes – too many, 20 million –
and life’s too slim considering it’s so broad
when in the end
the fight was only with yourself

Thank you for your thoughts, and no the poem did not have to do with that. It was influenced by reading the works of Gertrude Stien.

down
down
down
down
i know
you are
going down
and down
you can't help
i have control
over you
since i wrote this
and not you
you have to go
down
down
down
down
wow
i feel
the power
of poetry
to let
us
down
down
down
down
own
wn
n
.

I want to curl up and die
but then I lie
I do not really wish to die
it is just the kind of thing
someone like me likes to say
though only in my head
where I put on my own plays
an audience of myself
let the rest of the world
think I am far more serious
you see, I seek not attention
for I wait
untill I am on the only one
looking
and then I suffer
alone
and in silence
but at my own comand.

here's another weird one I've just dashed down. need's revising, though :(

you caught me
"You’re being unfaithful."
soft voice - subconscience
- right in the middle - sensors go off late
- already there-
I’m allowed to read secretly under my blanket,
you said,
but not in the corridor like this
and I almost invited you there

layered like the katana
wrapped, folded in upon yourself
five thousand times around the inner core
you make me want to coil up -
a Roman in the dust
morph embryonically
your stomach - feet
androgynous infant
but this life’s run out of sleep
and my sculptured arms won’t let me crawl
or were they yours?
and sinews, calves that forgot how to walk
without running spit me back out
thud
ud
thud
ud
thud
dud
thud
ud
ud
towards an exhausted battle

twinkle twinkle little star
in my heart another scar
once upon a time i remember
falling asleep in her daddy's car
i often wonder
how you are
what you are
are you near
are you far


are you there?

he's made of milk and logic
and wiry gold, but not the blondish-yellow sort,
more like mineral salts, that's dyes for you,
and mostly greying
and blank unfeeling dragon-eyes
that slowly blink to say he is surprised
when he is not
but sometimes he can't find his room,
his feet go trip-trip-hop as he dances, skips,
stubborn, systematically, from one door to the next
and blushes when I tap his name on the door,
asking "Is that you?"

.......aaaargh, I guess that proves I've officially gone daft

Eyes half shut
wide awake
looking up to the sky
down below
on fallen wings
where shadows sing
just another game
moving round
the caracal
music rewinds
and plays again
it must be some sort of sign
something half-divine
while meaning nothing
but the sum
of the earth and the sky
beneath the shadows of the sun
where all souls go to die
but the end has just begun
where the beginning
is no more
another lasting breath
of smoke and mirrors
to play upon the walls
invisible dances
in these dusky halls
what do reflections matter
when they disappear
into gray marble
and the shimmering lake

drip
drop
tick-
tock-
rap-
a tap
it never stops
hear the pin
ping
churing
china rain
down the
porcelain drain

do you thnk this is weird?

down the road
across the street
in an old abode
feel the beat
an old stereo
a blast to the past
but it's been unoccupied
since years' past

yep, that's mildly weird, Secret, but you'll have to practice some more to come up with a really, really, really weird poem :)

Dark, I like yours.

Thank you

dark wall black veil of night, cold-space cosmic suction
tomcat-in-boots,
enlighten us
show us the way to daily exhalation!
these worn-out symbols won't do for lunch
NO! NO! NO!
poor us, we must have a three-course meal:
repress - regress - regret,
repent, you serpentine amalgamation!
he is my lizard and my love,
would that he never were.
the beginning is nigh!
queue up and wait to be born!
too young begoggled for too old,
too bold enthrottled by too still,
oh fie, oh cross, oh pelican,
I smell your barbarous blood!
swish swish your rapier have at you mouse!
Who, by all means, taught the boy this stupidity?
Thus spake the landlord crook-nosedly.
Oh sublime spirit of minute enwrapment,
brush thy worshipers with thy arctic wings!
Ship off the buttered film from our eyes and
dagger our bowels through freeze-dried.
crow-circle against orange clouds,
wuuaargh
uaaaargh
bluuaaaargh
arachnoid, HO!
Azure inflatable llama furs!
the latest craze from Malmidar!
Buy one get one free!
gooooody, gooooody, gooooody
'atta boy!
If all is said, the nail's been hit,
the oxen faced, the camels fed,
and all the lovely pigeons dead,
Why, then, my lord, so be it!

Streached
across the arid
land

silenced
before the clock
is stuck

with no name
no call to make

Flash; click; shutter
highlighted; eye-blink
dark and light
sounds go off
ring like bells
blinding illumination
broken glass
lime light
shot off
reel; real
span around
shove; jostle
whined
back-forward
senses deadened
rewind
stop
forward
unwound