/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.1072912]

DO eet.

[Anonymous No.1072916]

baby you are perfect as fuck
you just don't know it
which is part of what
makes you perfect as fuck


BUT NOW YOU KNOW = NO LONGER PERFECT FFUUUUUUUU

[Anonymous No.1072922]

today:
i ate vegan food in a mall court
then i ironically and whole-heartedly (at the same time) bought four loko
i went to a bad brains show
i felt sick
so we went home
and talked to an asian girl in sweatpants
her room mate was masturbating
they are friendly people
i hope we see them again

[Anonymous No.1072935]

I once had a poem,
It took many hours to write
and I bought a beautiful fountain pen just
for the purpose.

It was free-form, with three stanzas,
and the over-arching theme of loss
without being too melancholy unless
you thought about it.

I'm not sure what happened to it,
but I think I lost it.
I never wrote another poem,
after that.

-anon

[Anonymous No.1072942]

I am an artist of the trembling heart
I'll craft you portraits of feeling
a burning passion, a frozen memory
paint with me

[Anonymous No.1072946]

>>1072942
that was terrible

[Anonymous No.1072950]

>>1072946
Your mom was terrible the other night, but you don't see me complaining.

[Anonymous No.1072952]

Night of your birth, thirty-three;
The Leonids they ere called.
God how the stars did fall.
I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens,
The dipper stove.

[Anonymous No.1072958]

>>1072950
more proof that you are a bad and unoriginal writer

>>1072952
this was funny
the dipper stove

[Anonymous No.1072963]

>>1072958

Stove being the past participile of stave.

[Anonymous No.1072980]

The window pane crossed three by three
like the seats in Hollywood squares.
The spiders clung to their silk roost
Of everything they seemed aware

A day of building a day of rest
Like Gods that get out the lead
They build their homes within these panes
With no mind, no bother, or dread.

But alas they clasped with all their grasp
Their bodies wrinkled and brown
When a broom swooped through and spelled their doom
And knocked their poor monuments down

[Anonymous No.1072985]

In night the mortal terror grips him;

Those shining lines! Those piercing arrows!

Those falling stars that split the heavens

(and to call them "stars" is proper and fitting, as the heart of a slight star burns in every peace kept, every manned minute,

every Satan, Stilleto, Scalpel)

and strip the earth with thunderous roar and god's fire

in groups of three or eight or ten, they number enough to cow a child

"MIRV," he'd heard them called, the shotgun suns

Preposterously mundane

But enough to paint new and dark and terribly light dreams

[Anonymous No.1072986]

Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me
Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
On the inside

Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering secret scars
His hand is waving a goodbye
There's no response or action returned

There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines all reason inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the lost

[Anonymous No.1072989]

lurking on 4chan
decided to poetize
this is for you, /lit/

[Anonymous No.1072998]

Wotan gripped at the reins of the wolf
a little tighter,
and the Einherjar knelt on the grass

Zeus and the argonauts stared dumbly
upward

Three long-haired men cursed softly,
watching the shadow streak an arc across the twilit sky.

"This isn't fair", they thought, in unison.

[Anonymous No.1073004]

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'll fuck you with a Rake.

[Anonymous No.1073014]

At night, shrouded in memories
Long forgotten
The old man sits on his impatient mind;
Yearning for memory,
For something to do, he waits.
And in the darkness an image forms
Out of the cloudy black
Teasing him, seducing him
Pulling him into her glamorous arms

Taken by the hand, he follows
Down winding stairs of lost days
Past creaking doors with happy lights
And sounds
Over bridges spanning lifetimes,
through forests long dead of old-age,
Under mountains as young as the sky they kiss.

And in the moonlight, the man and his memory dance.
A dance they have never danced before,
But one so familiar it hurts
Hurts his eyes from crying so much,
Hurts his smile from laughing too long
Hurts his hands from building a life
A life that hurt his aching heart

As the music grows, they couple spin
Spin through the days they never didn't have
And to the place where the possible is impossible.

And in that place, the old man stops
His partner disappears
Her fleeting look as she fades away
Pleading,
"Follow Me"
But he knows he can't
To follow is to forget that memory
Forget that night
Forget his love
And be with her always

He knows he never will follow,
But he knows he will never leave
Her side
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For the memory to escape
To come back to him,
And in the dark,
They will dance.

[Anonymous No.1073020]

>>1072942

Sounded like a cheap porno song

[Anonymous No.1073032]

I love poems
Lots

[Anonymous No.1073036]

Roses are crimson
Violets are a bit more blue
I'm a fuckin' brah

[Anonymous No.1073079]

>>1072935

I'm pretentious enough to like this, well done anon

[Anonymous No.1073083]

Roses are red
Voilets are bleu
all my base
are belong to u

- aNon

[Anonymous No.1073095]

>>1072922
To Doubles

Oh, doubles, such replicate numbers
forever twisting like hot, lusty lovers.
These two, together, a perfect pair
so gracious to upon us their radiance share.

Is a man a man, without math by his side?
All I know is looking upon these doubles fills me with pride.
Rolling doubles creates such a brilliant momentum
so when I do it, you'd better check 'em

[Anonymous No.1073098]

There once was a man from Nantucket
He thought he... ah, fuck it.

[Anonymous No.1073103]

Projector
My roommates hung you, from our ceiling
Much too low - you obstruct my viewing
When we watched "Clerks"
I thought they were jerks
When we watched "Starship Troopers"
I hated those losers
Then we watched "The English Patient"
And I was finally content

[Anonymous No.1073105]

Late nights bleeding into early mornings
Spent talking to strangers
That we soon know better than
The people we walk passed every day,
The summer air filled with the soft static
Of a dead man’s switch gone quiet,
The background music for an apocalypse,
While those detailed strangers and
Anonymous neighbors
Shout and make love as they always have,
Supplying the lyrics to the last song,
And it is a strange time to be alive.

[Anonymous No.1073139]

the hero of Hillsbrad! The one named Milan
hath triumphed for weak when eve broke the dawn
from pillage to plunder, the Alliance won't rest!
when honor awaits those who fight with their best

a twenty two mage with a mission in mind
is helpless at best when so humbly confined
though not without fight, he's now helpless; at bay
but not before a revenge plot begins to make way
rest now, young mage, less ye fight another day

but hark! 'round the bend comes a hero in green
wielding a sword with a glistening sheen!
he storms through the fields for the innocent horde
making his way within deep to the shore

"battle cries! TO ARMS! for the glory of Thrall!"
As one by one the Alliance will fall!
"For glory! For honor! For legends and gods!"
"For proving your might yet against all the odds!"
"Victory! Justice! And all from his sword!"
"long live Milan!" the low levels roared

though all is set right in the mind of Milan
his heart wavers hard for a friend that hath fallen
but ten minutes later appears a mage from the dark
cured of all sickness and void of a mark

the hero of Hillsbrad! The one named Milan
hath triumphed for weak now that eve broke the dawn
for champion and defender, the Horde never rests!
when honor awaits those who fight with their best


I need a life

[Anonymous No.1073158]

derpy derpy derpy derp
der derp derp derpy derp

derpy derpy derpy derp
der derp DUR dirp derp

derp derp;
derp

[Anonymous No.1073246]

>>1073020
wait wait wait, wait

Author of that thing here. I'll grant that it may be bad, but...what kind of porno song has words? Think this over and speak to me after class.

[Anonymous No.1073251]

broken bells can be fixed
but they never sound the same
it's like a wicked waste of breath
which occupies the brain
never again will i be filled

[Anonymous No.1073259]

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[Anonymous No.1073554]

A phone that never dies
Is locked in a box in a closet,
And its cry, no surprise,
Goes unwanted

But relent as it won't
It continues to hope
That love will come by
And unbox it

[Anonymous No.1073749]

>>1072998

Is it just me, or is this fucking awesome?!

[Anonymous No.1073770]

Frustrating and dense,
a needless pretence.
Why am I tortured
by glares so intense?
Scared icy eyes,
corrupts your insides.
They shackle madness
and beauty, and flies.
A shadow framed,
a wild horse tamed.
Tea without sugar?
What are you, Insane?

[tommy No.1073773]

roses are blue
fuck you too

[Anonymous No.1073779]

I once experienced a college life
On a breezy street-lamp-lit night
Stumbling about in my mind
Stomping about on the ground
Blearily tailing a friend of a friend
I recall the doors and then-
Morning

[Anonymous No.1073784]

>>1073105
this one is cool