poetry thread

[Anonymous No.14193226]

write what's on your mind in the form of a poem.

something i threw together:
>off the chest
>on the canvas
>i lost the truth
>hidden in stanzas
>issues were issued by a crane on my morning
>sucker punch to my trust caused me self-mourning
>prayed to the lord, guess he kept my soul
>living in domestic, hard to find a role
>kill the weak, but heal the willing

[Anonymous No.14193235]

I once thought I would make great art
But that thought was doomed from the start
I'm selling my life
For kids and a wife
My dreams being naught but a fart

Where'd all the little pleasures go
Life seems one long sprawling plateau
Neither falls nor peaks
Just placidly bleak
Just the valley of death's shadow

[Anonymous No.14193261]

A workstation labeled "Take heed!
"Reservéd for postgrads in need!"
Though no postgrad am I,
None shall question me. Why?
For I'm wearing plaid, blue jeans, and tweed.

[Anonymous No.14193313]

Breath, ragged and in great heaving bounds
Whispers play across my pricked back
Hairs standing to attention
Like soldiers crowning the trenches
How quickly its extinguished
Slide a razor across the base
A silver flash in the poorly lit bathroom
Mowing down countless young men
The world ends every day in every bathroom across this pock marked rock
Stare into the mirror, always a past version staring back
Our mind lags behind the present
Touch me on my outlet with your forked tongue
The never-ending orgasm will hit your tongue long before
You ever know time passed
Our senses are reflections of the past
While the present falls through our splayed fingers
Like the sands of time
How many men will grow on my face
Until the scythe of father time
Will nick me on the cheek
And how long will death take
To go from the wound that never heals
Right into my present

[Anonymous No.14193756]

>On a bountiful sun would i ever imagine?
>that a small white lady could paint my world so brigthly
>for in the midst of my work i had the chance to see
> a women i would've never be able to unsee
> she wore black and gray, oh what a wonderfull day,
>it has already arrived, the girl that only in my dreams i could ever have
>what a sad thing to think, but a fact is a fact.
>she seemd special and kind, beatiful and smart, and i'm here just besides my insecurities in disguse.
>I keep trying and trying, but my legs just don't work, for they where made to walk, not to find love.
>i just need a chance, a second to prove, that i could make you smile enough for you to wish keeping me around
>but that moment never comes, and might never come, so i will just look at you from a distance
>for it seems the only distance that i will ever be able to love you

[Anonymous No.14193926]

Back to the room
with its four blue walls
and white ceiling
and stench

the stench of
old socks and
open empty beer cans

I think many times
about cleaning up
but I love my filth
more than anything else
the dirt, the grime,
I love it because
I see myself in it
in the chaos of it all

No Tindr, no Bumble,
nothing to upset
my consecrated lonliness
I am a monk of my own religion
in my own quarters
of my own
monastery
of clutter

and here feel rebirth
again into life, through
the vaginal passage
of my own becoming
again, crying,
again, screaming,
again, coming of age,
being formed new,
reinvented

all I need
is a bed
a drink
and a smoke
maybe some
paper
but other than that
I think
Im quite
fine.

[Anonymous No.14193951]

I
want to
off
myself

[Anonymous No.14193974]

Lonely some sat
for hours I walked
treading softly

[Anonymous No.14194368]

Computer I sat,
this thread I shat, applause
Your face I clap, bap

Unimportant I
mysteriously, vacant
Hatred is blatant

Free verse, could not be worse,
confidence towering above,
could not catch a relationship,
even if I had a glove,
romanticizing love like a dove
Images of you and me,
woven like a basket,
nervous all the the time,
knowing i wouldn't ask it

[Anonymous No.14194426]

the smell of cucumber wafts in from the kitchen of your new york train track apartment window tv playing songs of metal churning in your bed
the tube is playing old movies of lots of people on the bus black and white and mexican and theyre all looking down
in your seat in front of you outside the window rubber glass and tin fly across the screen and motion blur disguises faces of commuters traveling past in the heart of a post suburban city

[Anonymous No.14194617]

~
The help of others; rejected!
And if you were in a turmoil of the ecclesiastical
Now would not be the time to bathe, or
Hunker down lest her spirit eludes you

There she goes hurtling through the night
(strange lives (that they live))
You would never have thought stoppable
the chanting of their signals do not deter her

Emptiness seems to be the demand
Light travel gets us further
The very need to regain our bearings
That the prestigious do not have

I witnessed for my self the rot and mould
of the sedentary
And having no further reason to
confer

began the mantra of the three

"You will come here also"

~

[Anonymous No.14194690]

Do you believe in ghosts?

[Anonymous No.14194813]

Is that Charles Carroll?

[Anonymous No.14194932]

>>14193313
Nice one brother

[Anonymous No.14194951]

>>14193226
Wish I never married them
Shoulda seen it coming then
He passed away from flesh decay
I wish she'd also rot away.
Contemplable stepmom.

[Anonymous No.14195598]

alone i stare to the void in anguish
as my soul can do nothing but languish
a rotten disease i cannot vanquish

[Anonymous No.14195601]

>>14193235

This is pretty sad anon, are you giving up being great for normie-hood?

[Anonymous No.14196592]

>>14194932
Thank you!