Poems you make up on the spot

[Dark Muse]

You
my obsession
the light of the dark
of my soul.

An
addiction
your love keeps
me alive.

[jajdude]

Don't leave me in the cup like wasted tea leaves,

don't leave me like daylight creeps from afternoon,

don't leave me, wilted petals stained in

night-time shades of blue.

Oh, I just noticed this Jack.

Lovely work.

[Jack of Hearts]

Jack, he speaks like violence.
But he is without ideals.
He does not need ideals.
He knows too much to argue or judge.

Holy crap. Thank you! This reader never had a poem written about him before. Let it be said from an objective perspective that this is the greatest poem ever composed. Creative credit to jajdude with additional material from his assistant Bob Dylan.







J

[jajdude]

I looked around and learned my part,
then looked around again
and saw so much ignorance
that I learned not my part.

This is great.

[jajdude]

"on the smack-smack tile floor"

One of the best things I've ever read.

[jajdude]

Holy crap. Thank you! This reader never had a poem written about him before. Let it be said from an objective perspective that this is the greatest poem ever composed. Creative credit to jajdude with additional material from his assistant Bob Dylan.







J

JACK, we love you.

[Jack of Hearts]

Hey, thanks.

Groovy!





J

[jajdude]

I watched my father die,
Sing, hey now, sing.
I saw him tell a lie,
Sing, go on and sing.

When I saw my father die,
I saw everything.
Watch me as I lie.
Sing, go on and sing.

[Dark Muse]

Only Shadows

I await his voice
but it never comes
only the silence
and shadows.

I despise my words,
the fact that I love
the melancholy,
a feeling that becomes
addiction.

I am in love with the pain,
a facade I wear on the inside,
there are passing moments
when it comes like a knife
in the night, sincerely.

But I latch on,
feeding from myself
draining it for everything
that it is worth.

I am a fraud to myself
because my laments
make me dance in the rain
in ecstatic delight.

But it is something
which I covet,
I do not flaunt
in self-pitying need
seeking attention.

Rather I prefer to appear
as iron clad,
but to believe I have suffered
some tragedy which I keep
as a secret agony
defines me.

[jajdude]

Joy Division

Look, he said, and he liked his eyes,
As much as he liked those lullabies,
And when he fell, he fell hard,

He had no time for life.

I felt sorry for him once.

I don't anymore.

(RIP to Ian and other young suicides)

[jajdude]

Oh God that last one is awful I just noticed.


Now I forgot what I wanted to write.

But, as I said it is make them up as you go, no editing, no nothing, your true idea, your true you. That's how I do it anyway, except for typos, you can fix those.

[jajdude]

Johnny was a rambler, seven bits of a gambler,
He tried, and so he did. I'm not sure how.
He was wasted in the woods. He tried.
He was a bit of a soldier, and a bit of you and me.

We don't cry for Johnny now. He was nobody anyhow.
He got over it all too soon. He was friend to the sun and moon.
He was our brother, so he was.
He died, just because.

[cacian]

slumber crumble
nothing feels rougher
then crude being grumbled
stone age advances
warning evasive
shatters against
rock fall devises

[Jack of Hearts]

I watched my father die,
Sing, hey now, sing.
I saw him tell a lie,
Sing, go on and sing.

When I saw my father die,
I saw everything.
Watch me as I lie.
Sing, go on and sing.

This is unbearably ripe with potential.








J

[qimissung]

lay your head down
let the light fall on it like a sword
let the truth disperse
raindrops on a pool of water
the light and the blood
drifiting
on ether's lightning