Poetry

[Anonymous No.1899866]

That was a pretty good thread a couple days ago. Lets get shit rollin again.

[Anonymous No.1899870]

so much depends
upon

a red fat
penis

glazed with wet
cum

beside the black
cock

[Anonymous No.1899872]

Beautiful

[Anonymous No.1899874]

>>1899870
Well done.

[Anonymous No.1899875]

siblicide[like pus
from the throat]slides ‘round
a crudely fashioned
moebius, hanging
from the salted mast
[on whom the sea lays
its embattled kiss].

[Anonymous No.1899884]

Man on all fours
Gets his balls
Kicked in

Mom helps son,
Son blackmails mom
And fucks her anal

First casting of a
Hungarian, Skinny
Girl Baroka Balls

Anal Creampie
Eat it.

This is my new form, a whole new cut-up. What do you think, /lit/?

[Anonymous No.1899888]

>>1899884
You changed my life

[Anonymous No.1899905]

>>1899888

I thought I might, friendly Mr. EightsanNines. It's a whole new joint. It just seems to be writing itself. I'm not a genius, I'm merely the conduit for genius.

Tubular Verse II - Old and Young

Guy finds his girlfriend
Fucking with his parents
Old bastard has sex
With horny girl

Just want a friend
German teen Bee Shnuckle
Sodomised

Grandaughter has sex
With her gran! Superb!
She can't pay in cash
Lucky fat man

Old guys have fun
With beautiful hot chick
Stepdaddy

[Anonymous No.1899948]

>>1899875

>siblicide

[Anonymous No.1899954]

You can see them walk together,
mimicking fresh spirals between hands;
her strut whacks another pavement step.

The rigid backpack looks sick for that perky face-skin,
weaved bound; those middle-aged minivan angels gushing,
the same smiled you smile to his grope.

from here,

yet there was more to you
you twaddle nails over your keys
not rest his cries, solemn.

and
you danced in his dances
that he danced of dancing

and
rash – infection love-bed nightmares
yet he smiles such

From here, who sat in his view, cradling sight,
caressing your lush memory, from here,
beauty followed you.

[Anonymous No.1899957]

>>1899954
>>1899905
>>1899884

If these three are all by the same person, then the first two were best. The last one was pretty rubbish, tbh.

[Malavox !!soFIkVfN9z9 No.1899966]

The sweat. The drive. The strength. The hurt. The pain.
A feeling thats curt. But needed the same.
One two. One two. The sound. Feet and the ground.
The wind rushes past. The sweat is abound.
Stop. The lesser one would. But I can't stop.
I've got reasons. They push me. I won't stop.
I've come too far. I can't go back. I won't.
You thought i'd quit. You think i'm weak. I don't.
You'll say I can't, that i'm less of a man.
I'll show it's false though. It's part of my plan.
As I run my heart burns, but twice as strong
Because my darling, i'm proving you wrong.

[Anonymous No.1899975]

I finished a rewrite the other day. Is it an improvement?

New:
Peat

The blocks clash midair.
Distant, silent,
in outstretched hands.
A short pause

and fractured echoes of the sound recur,
from the windows, walls, tarmac, halls,
of the school’s demolished grounds.
Silence does not stop the swell:

it lingers on in heavy heads,
bound in thick-wound bandage gauze
and buried deep in peatbog holes,
to stir undisinterred.

Old:
Peat

Done undone, deeds linger on
like heavy-hanging heads,
they echo down through peatbog holes,
in tightly thick-wound bandage gauze
round bodies, said unsaid.

Memory is echo-bound,
regret is ever-stirring,
a sealed cave of repetition,
preserved undisinterring.

[Anonymous No.1899985]

traverse of lonely forests provides the hunt to hunted
peek patient in fear among dark with every head turn
and vines drop; lightning
alone

exit haunting, up the path, aside loomed terrors
stringing out chirping chivalrous night birds
take rest from the inferno
alone

uninvited tears cry in merry rhythm to trees
steady clouds birth mirror pools
thump-splash-thump
alone

centre of man and his lone forest where he wander
floats down his rivers a symphony
all within each other
together

[Anonymous No.1899994]

>>1899875
snow falls into
sheets but no
dead angel to
our garage
[not a hoax
just publicity]
in this new arctic
sensibility
we slow like zombie-
brought dreams of codeine
[is that yours
or mine].

[Anonymous No.1900119]

bamp

[Malavox !!soFIkVfN9z9 No.1900152]

>mfw no one ever comments on my stuff in these threads
>mfw I have no face but if I did it would be sad

[Anonymous No.1900193]

dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunks and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth high shouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you.

[Anonymous No.1900203]

>>1900152
I come here for advice on my rewrites but it's been thin on the ground for my latest poem. Progress:

The blocks clash midair,
distant and silent as a lighthouse,
in his faraway hands.
A short pause

before the sounds recur and stutter,
from the windows, walls and gutters,
of the school's demolished grounds.
Silence does not stop the swell:

it lingers on in heavy heads,
to bind in thick-wound bandage gauze
and bury deep in peatbog holes,
and stir undisinterred.

[Anonymous No.1900206]

>>1900193
That's beautifully written, reminds me of Under Milkwood. But what's with the lack of punctuation?

This guy >>1900203 by the way

[Anonymous No.1900207]

Pointy bird
Oh, pointy pointy
Anoint my head
Anointy-nointy.

[Anonymous No.1900209]

>>1900207
/lit/ will never see a thread better than that one

[Anonymous No.1900305]

bamp

[Anonymous No.1900553]

>>1900193

Isn't that the beginning of something? Suttree?

[Anonymous No.1901854]

>>1900203
It's pretty good so far.

[Anonymous No.1901861]

>>1900209
THAT THREAD, IT WAS THE BEST.