It is an odd state of affairs
when I must destroy my body
to stay alive.
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It is an odd state of affairs
when I must destroy my body
to stay alive.
Yellow buslines along streets,
Angry, boisterous yellow lines
Shouting and choking
On their own vomit.
(I made this up on the spot, but then I had it edited.)
October Moon
I sent a smiling moon,
a pouting moon came back.
I sent a harvest moon,
and nothing was returned.
(man, this new format is doing things to me)
He wanted to be someone, he said.
I said, well you already are.
A man, a carer, a rover among stars.
He said that was not enough.
I said well life is tough.
We sat and listened to the stars.
The sky got mellow, and we heard from afar
a sound that said you are what you are.
I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
Because he was dumb.
I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
Darn, this is one dumb kid!
How do I tell his mom
her kid is dumb?
I see you sitting there, adorning a scarf.
Your precious profile, your chin, your cheek
As you turn toward me with a thoughtful gaze,
giving the nod of consent that I seek.
I notice your stature, your presence, your form
Present with all gracefulness and charm
Knowing that you have seen me here,
Any angst I have you disarm.
The fabulous people, are they real, they don't own toilets.
When you cough they stare, when you stumble they glare.
They wake up in suits and their socks are pressed ironic.
The all got it together people, the ones you hate,
the TV people, who in restaurants choose the right glass.
For whom toilet paper is a mystery and combs a wild guess,
walk around in fantasy.
Their uncle died last week.
Pension Fund
I wish I had a wishing well;
I’d hang on it a silver bell
and when the people came to spend
their hard-earned cash for what it vends,
the chimes would sound to let me know
before the evening sun’s aglow.
And after they’ve all gone away,
or just before the break of day,
I might go out and harvest it
not looking like a total tit.
They say pity comes with sadness, I disagree.
I say it comes with heart, come and see.
The heart holds the sleeve and the sleeve holds me.
Come and take a look with me.
You say love has an angle, I might agree.
I've seen dust and angles, not much to see.
Take a look around, now look at me.
Come and hide your face with me.
Re-reading this thread and when I look over my own old posts, don't we all, I read them in the voice of Jim (old guy from Back to Future) from the old sitcom "Taxi" --- watch it sometime if ya don't know it, good show. Most of the writing is crap here, most of it mine, but there is some good stuff, and that is where it's at. I don't believe in working on writing anything really. It's either there or it isn't, and usually it isn't.
Easiest thing in the world though is to dismiss a piece of writing and critique. Go ahead, I don't mind. This is all on the spot, no forethought from me, just a germ of a think. Write better stuff if ya can. Go ahead, I welcome it.
My brother Jim, he smiles.
He has done miles.
Studied mathematics like a bird.
Listened quietly to every word.
Fell down, we got sad.
And how I wish I had what he had.
A brain unlike most you'll meet.
A stranger on the street.
My brother Jim.
No one is like him.
An expression of love comes and goes, comes and flows, like that thing you forgot.
You forgot that thing. I found it, full of dust.
It was laughing, that silly thing, had dents, and winked.
I think that was what we think we thinked.
Then the train came by, and there was the sky.
That "fark?"ing sky, all blue and dumb.
I drank some clouds and dreamed of numb.
Tell me I am trivial.
Estrogen and androgen
May help us want to be
Together. So? Life aims to win
And teases merrily.
We are snobs you and me and I,
Saviors, heart achers.
The day is on its way.
It's gonna smell bad.
Like this piece of, well whatever the hell this is.
One last chance
Cramming dance
Bonding, sharing
Like romance
How?
Somehow, it started,
some other how, it ended,
and I don’t know how.
Flower
A winter's thaw,
produces a blooming flower.
Frozen in place,
from the cold's return.
Sweetly smiling,
under the heat of the sun.
Lover's Prayer
Allow my spirit to rise,
On the diaphanous wings of your love,
And soar like an eagle,
To heaven.
The sun painted the sky
And I watched it
Bleed across
Helplessly like the love I
Feel in my soul
For you, my God.
Hallow emptiness rings
like the chimes
blowing in
the winter wind.
A sad
and lonely song
played for
a small soul.
disappointed
Such a façade
Appeared as the courteous
And the impervious
As one with your word
And not as a third
Joy
I sway with the maple branches
as we sing our hymns in church.
I think of that little star and I find
hopefulness.
Should I not be here,
standing on my road?
The story of my life...
Many paths have crossed
mine and turned back on their
own way. Looking back,
I see the discarded hearts
and broken glasses.
I laugh, because this
scene is old and so am I.
I love how M F
rolls off the tongue
Like a bowling bowl
hurling at the F
I love the BOOM!
When it hits the ears
Shouting M F to the Heavens
M F can you hear that?
M F a sensational
feast for disposing caged rage!
Some pain came on, oh it was gorgeous and filled your future bragging rights
I can tell them what I've done and where I've been
such a small thing I am, you are, let's grab some air, anything to puff us up
but I was through this
yeah I know
I was through that
yeah
each happy in superior nonsense
now what?!
said the maiden
to the voyage,
to oars pause!!
said the voiyg,
let waves sail on
and off you trot
off to some
no man's land
should you encounter
ET do by all means
say
be be
space voyages's wippy
Coffee down,
saliva brown,
on the spot,
the clock
tic tock.
What now,
creative maybe
no no time,
rhyming just by chance,
overthinking to a trance
Ill end while I'm ahead,
great now an ache
in my head.
If you are below 50, take some L-arginine. Above 50, some beet juice and L-citrulline. In any case, if you weigh too much, take some CLA. Keep caffeine under 200 mg per 24 hrs.
Good day!!
3.11.2013
The plum tree
blossoms
have proved
their mettle
... now fall
like snowflakes
petal by petal
3/11/2013
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
crunch a kitkat
and sit with rifraf
it never ends right
so try tax fax
over a hard flask
and see the mask
wack a hard pack
i heard a fracas
i thought it blagger
and then i looked
and it was a crooked
silent as plunked
i knew too good
not to spoil cruse
but then i crude
never for mute
ever remember
to switch my member
to zero tender
i get a fracas
instead and sack I
a bon deserved terminal
third
once upon a time
a man fell down from sky
he caught a perfect light
that stood him up up right
the landing was a startle
beautifuly he had felt
because his feet were
certe
he was about to walk
all around planet caught
exciting was the cold
that caught up with his
warmth
as he ventured out to plot
a marvellous applaud
Fun riddle inspired by a forum name most people know here!
cOuld life be sets Of letters tO UntanglE it’s titlE?
1
Mistry
Stry
Mst
Mystris
By
MystrMystyry
Answer:
Myst(E)Ry
St(O)ry
M(O)st
Myst(E)ri(OU)s
By
MystrMystry
MystrMystry = Mr. Mystery
The letters that clarify the riddle are obviously in the capital letters of the first sentence
Hey, I know that was stupidly easy, but it was fun for me to make it up, although all the creativity comes from that forumgoer’s name! All credit given to him!
the sacred
races
to
the wind
that paces
the road
ages
to slow
phases
and regret
majors
to turn
wages
to gain
pages
road
tenders
in youth
it maidens
the speed
it raisen
and amen
the sacred is tamen
Snowstorm in May, oh, cruel, foul weather,
When will you get your act together?
I've been struggling too long, here comes another day,
And all you have for me is a snowstorm in May.
I start to bray on the filth of my breast
Gold knots for sinews in my simpered lobe
testosterone pebbles in divinity's lap
he blooms like like tulips in consternation
festooning my mind with goth paupers.
This end in ending brings me to a fit
not fearing neighbours heard your rush of f ucks.
I want to cherry-light cigarettes with you
And drink Jack Daniels and honey
Until we can no longer taste the sweetness
I want to look up at the smoke you’ve exhaled
To watch it create cloudy wisps that make
The sky look like a Van Gogh Painting
I want you to notice the way my eyes
Seem to change colour as the night falls darker
And I want to tell you not to get up
So we can stay here a little longer
And pretend that everything we do
Matters
Nicely done Meg.
It seems you've advanced but what was it you've advanced from?
You have more money now. That's an advance surely.
Time was not wise.
No, it wasn't about money. I'm just as deep as poor.
Of course, money never mattered.
Then the word loser came to mind and god knows we must avoid that.
Oh, I've never fallen for the prescribed attitudes of the many.
Is that so?
She won't read long poems.
She says they make her sad
like –
kids singing into a hole
thinking it's a pit.