Spontaneous poetry thread? Yeahhhhh, spontaneous poetry thread. That's the poem.

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Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:00:28 2012 No.3275565 [Reply] [Original]

Spontaneous poetry thread?
Yeahhhhh, spontaneous poetry thread.
That's the poem.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:01:28 2012 No.3275567 I like this spontaneous poetry thread It's rad as fuaaack Bitches gun' be mirin' my poems

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:06:28 2012 No.3275580 Cruisin up to some bitches spittin verses Spontaneously, sporadic, what have you. I'll pop some caps in their asses. Rhyme that, bitches.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:08:28 2012 No.3275588 ruff rough ruff barked the Dog up the wrong bark tree and who is to think that goD is rough ruff with me

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:10:28 2012 No.3275597

Shannon, my cock's still hard.
December 24th, alone,
and scarred.

Lips, red, and wet
can't escape
my mind.

Shannon, I have
two joints - we can
go get high.

I'll rub your crotch
and you'll call me
your guy.

Shannon, oh Shannon
why must I cry
alone, drunk, and high...

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:10:28 2012 No.3275598
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I had a date once,
with a Vietnamese beaut, or some type of Indian.

I decided to murder her, out of confusion and stresses.
I enjoyed killing her by rolling a rock on her,
I was a huge Zepplin fan.
When incarceration became me,
I held no grudge,
She was my lady buying a stairway to heaven.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:14:28 2012 No.3275602 I never once had a date, with a Vietnamese beaut, or some type of Indian, nor any other creature of love nor hate. ~ fin ~ fin

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:15:28 2012 No.3275606

So on and so on
Zizek rails
against capitalist
ideology
so sublime
his critique.

Sitting in Starbucks
two ristrettos in
feeling good knowing
that my money
well spent.

They set up good
programs to help up
poor kids. I bought my
redemption from
capitalist sin.

Is this the case,
Zizek, as you claim
it is? Or am I just
foolish and
speculating
again...

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:19:29 2012 No.3275620

Seems just trivial and dangerous now
Not worth it’s weight
Tried distracting – amusing myself
Flipped through the Qur’an
Sat and chanted an OM
Bored by Nietzsche

Perhaps psychopathy is best
Camus made it look respectable
Just you and I, old chum – snickered
It births the most interesting people after all
Better crazy than boring
And never met one that seemed so

Tried all
Then tried nothing
The bent stick – as they say
Great for seeing the world
And all reaches of the mind
Never returns quite back to where it was, though

I think I broke myself
Shouldn’t have played with my food
Shouldn’t have read so much poetry
Made it look all right to be mad
To be content with living with a delusion so long
That it becomes reality

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:24:28 2012 No.3275632

>>3275620
Man is the measure
Protagoras claims.
Can we bear the burden
of this weighty thing

this task, an uphill
battle, struggle, toiling,
until weak?

Anon,
we're alone on dark
city streets

the only light above
goes out at dawn
when the sun rises
and blinds.

Take my poems
we can be bosom
friends. We can read
Whitman, Ginsberg,
and dance to the beat

generation that we echo.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:27:28 2012 No.3275636 File: 1.97 MB, 443x333, watt.gif [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga I'm one hundred per cent nigga Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga I'm two hundred per cent nigga

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:30:29 2012 No.3275651

12:27 a.m. basement blues.
Neckbeard - unshaven
and dick cheese
smells good.

Reading Levertov
and rubbing one out
thinking of her
wrinkled snout.

Videos of third-wave
feminism scare me.
What privileges do I
have, really?

Fat, balding at age
22. I still get high
from sniffing glue.

Can't even write a poem
and I read Pound's
essays. Help me out,
anon, honestly - sincerely.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:31:29 2012 No.3275653 Over the meadows and leas, Peace roams, In the form of, Silver-lined clouds, And among them, Frolic lovers, friends, Acquaintances, Gleeful and light, Graceful and in flight, O'er the valleys and forests, They peruse. (acrostic)

Shit Tier Poem Incoming ModernOrthodoxJew !S1cHehDGB2 Sun Dec 23 23:32:29 2012 No.3275660

Mitzrayim is a land we cannot live in permanently,
For reasons of their immorality,
And because such an action would be contradictory,
To what G-d had done for the 12 small tribes.

Yet how is the land in present day?
Such a question seems unnecessary,
And yet every unsolved query is a burden that I carry.
That's why I wish to explore this moment's thought.

The land gives fair bounty for its kind,
Its weather and the Nile combine for a nice find,
Mitzrayim remains for the most part as it was previously defined,
The landscape remains unchanged.

However, a revolution has occurred spiritually,
Mitzrayim's people have thrown away idolatry,
And they've traded in their idols to praise His name daily,
But I still cannot live there.

The people have changed and that is all fine,
But G-d has still commanded me to stay outside of its borders line.
I mustn't forget what He did for us with powers divine,
I must remember that this land is theirs, not mine.

What a simple and stupid poem I wrote. I always suck at writing poems.

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:35:28 2012 No.3275667

the internet is a great place to feel really sad on
really really sad even though you haven't felt anything in weeks
not the unbearable kind of sad though like down and numb kinda sad
tfw down and numb
i need to sleep really badly
i wish i cute girl who browsed /lit/ to cuddle with and kiss and hold hands in bed
this is the worst saddest poem i've ever made jesus i'd make a terrible poet
for the record i did not look at this before submitting thinking 'genius' or 'this is good'
sa
ge

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:37:29 2012 No.3275674 May throws her cigarette into the grass, Hoping to start a fire, Dampness fills her shoes and her clothes, We cross the field before dark, The car is gone, We peer into the fog, Perhaps the red of receding tail-lights, Perhaps not.

>>	ModernOrthodoxJew !S1cHehDGB2 Sun Dec 23 23:38:28 2012 No.3275680 >>3275667 Fucking 10/10 poem. Would read again.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:40:28 2012 No.3275687 west philadelphi a born and raised on the playground where I spent mostofmydays chillin out m a x i n relaxin all cool and shooting some b b a l outside l of the school

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:41:28 2012 No.3275693

Maple Mountain

At its base
I can only see its ghost.
Thickets of auroral fog
Casts over its prodigious peaks, a transparent
Curtain masks the view of a window.
The lake between the ample alp and I, is as still as glass
And in a distorted fashion reflects Monet’s trees and shrubbery.
The wind’s dampness delivers to my tongue
The charred taste of last night’s fire.
In this Ontario desolation gentle slaps
Of miniscule waves breach the coasts rocks,
Or a fish maybe, a gaped mouth
Commencing dawns feast;
Agitating the water’s harmony.

As the sun arises to the days perpetual climb,
The fog begins to dissipate, the damp air dries,
And my colossal foe announces itself
In its empyrean entirety.
As does the sun,
My day begun
To commence
The perpetual
Climb.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:41:28 2012 No.3275695 >>3275667 >implying any of us think our poems are good >implying a good poet would be browsing /lit/

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:44:28 2012 No.3275705 File: 23 KB, 800x599, Andre_Rieu_2007.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] I think you're really lit But my god don't you know it Posters on lit Have never licked a clit Graham Greene Whiskey n cigarit Hate on it I dun giv a shit

>>	ModernOrthodoxJew !S1cHehDGB2 Sun Dec 23 23:46:28 2012 No.3275713 >>3275705 I'm sick, I'll shoot you on a lick, Don't be jelly, bitches get on my dick. I don't care if you're mad, Because I lost the ability to rhyme.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:46:28 2012 No.3275714 some times i pre tend my e mo tions mean some thing i read pess o a dur ing these times but i'm on ly pre tend ing

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:48:28 2012 No.3275726 >>3275713 You are so callous, You probably eat phallus, You're so pernicious, You find it delicious.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:49:28 2012 No.3275730 these threads are fun i really like them

>>	ModernOrthodoxJew !S1cHehDGB2 Sun Dec 23 23:50:28 2012 No.3275734 >>3275726 I got schooled, I should just leave now.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:54:28 2012 No.3275752 >>3275695 Puppy cock, I find good poems once and awhile. I save ones that really strike me.

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:55:28 2012 No.3275754

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Anonymous Sun Dec 23 23:56:28 2012 No.3275757

thin tropical rag,
it's on you?

it was $148 from Saks on sale
and still your grandma bought it,
translucent as death
dangling in some strange dimension
on a mirrored pole

it's on you now
and clinging to wind that's
winding through tall grass

your steps are children
in the ground,
children that hop
on my lungs joyously shrieking
overwhelmed i
couldn't say "you look good
in that shirt" even though i know
you would know i was saying

"your heart smothers my body
come here"

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:04:28 2012 No.3275783 >>3275752 Post them.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:07:28 2012 No.3275790 Can't stop won't stop not until the booty drop

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:07:28 2012 No.3275792 attachment.jpg

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:13:28 2012 No.3275798

I'll spend this Christmas with friends,
This I told my mother,
Not coming home this year,
This I said to her,
Make sure you aren't lonely on Christmas,
I assure her I won't be.

I lied of course.
I have two bottles of whiskey,
A bottle of coke,
A wheel of Camembert and a pack of crackers,
The ice-cubes are freezing as we speak,
The films are downloading as we speak,
The frozen pizza is thawing,
The best Christmas ever.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:26:28 2012 No.3275827 File: 17 KB, 625x160, 566221_10152299905045106_1174116016_n.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3275783 Go get high off your own stash. Why don't you look for some yourself? I'll post one.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:31:28 2012 No.3275843 I snorted coke from a mirror. We danced the night away, Finally talked to women at the bar, Drank more wine than ever before, An enchantress kissed me in the corner, I felt more alive than ever before. It was only No Doz.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:33:28 2012 No.3275845 >>3275827 Haven't browsed /lit/ much. I've got no stash and don't know much about poetry. I enjoyed Bukowski and Leonard Cohen poems. Just asking man.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:34:28 2012 No.3275848

Come fellow fans
of /lit/erature, and /b/retheran yonder,
join me in my alienated solemness.
Desolated behind a mask,
which makes me a faggot.
Cowardice runs rampant among these parts,
Strength resides as well, well-hidden.
So join me in strength, with that of which we greedily and helplessly love,
my anonymous 4chan

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:35:28 2012 No.3275855 Nigga was a faggot, so I killed that faggot nigga, Blew his bitch ass brains out like a bad jigga, Should have sodomized his black ass with a pole, Like string cheese it would have oozed out his hole. >lel I am teh rapper

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:37:28 2012 No.3275859 >>3275845 Sorry, thought you were the asshole saying there's no good poetry on /lit/ Also, I love bukowski too... but if you want your asshole to stay intact, I'd leave that detail out while browsing /lit/. He's pretty unanimously hated here.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:39:28 2012 No.3275867 The soprano ascends beyond joy, Beyond love, grief, fear, and hate, In particular order, She takes my soul, Scrunches it up into a little ball, And throws it into the garbage can, Fuck you, Bach.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:40:28 2012 No.3275872

I wanted to say goodbye to you
before you died
but I was halfway across the world
and you were unable to talk
the copd had claimed your lungs

Even though you left when I was young
and only emailed occasionally
and was bad to my mother
I still feel the bond between father and son
and I cannot hate you.

I hope I can be a father one day
with a son.
I will stay with my family, though.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:40:28 2012 No.3275873

>>3275855
Have read from Rousseau to Foucault, the social contract theory,
the origin of inequality is the ownership of property.
fucking niggas intellectually, gettin the best of me,
dropping you faggots down like you belong on /mlp/.
So why tarnish this thread with shit raps abundantly,
didn't you know R.A.P is an acronym for "retards attempting poetry."?

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:41:28 2012 No.3275875 >>3275859 Is it because they hate Women?

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:43:28 2012 No.3275884 >>3275867 i like this one

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:44:28 2012 No.3275887 Shall I compare thee to a Winter's day? Thou art more chilly and effeminate.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:45:28 2012 No.3275893 >>3275867 >Fuck you, Bach I am so creative.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:46:28 2012 No.3275894 File: 24 KB, 365x394, wine_smell.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3275884 >someone likes my poem

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:49:28 2012 No.3275911 File: 58 KB, 600x384, fatfuck.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3275894 >beetchoven

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:54:28 2012 No.3275926 >>3275873 8/10

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:56:28 2012 No.3275931 op is a self-referential, metaironic protofaggot he gut fucks his own guts too bad with his tiny dick he can't even satisfy himself.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 00:57:28 2012 No.3275933 I was there in the beginning, son amidst the heat and the plasma and the soup I excelled was the first, the fastest sperm a vessel of pure will desperate to create the universe and I push upon the edges of forever so sit down, son said the photon

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 01:19:28 2012 No.3275976 A quarter past one in the goddamn morning, looking at the ostentatious bells flippantly adorning the triangular monstrosity that consumes the room everyone's up dreaming, (but i'm on shrooms :)

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 01:33:28 2012 No.3275995

One, two, three, four,
Five, six, seven, eight,
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
Thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen,
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five,
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine,
Thirty, Thirty-one, Thirty-two, Thirty-three
Bit system.

Where did I go wrong? Where do most people go wrong?

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 01:34:28 2012 No.3275999

I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out
You spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley

The music, dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too
Twenty four before my love
You'll see, I'll be there with you

I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distant atmosphere
Call it morning driving
Through the south
Even in the valley

In and around the lake, woh
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Come again
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too, oh, oh
Twenty four before my love
You'll see I'll be there with you

Along the drifting cloud
The eagle searching down on the land
Catching the swirling wind
The sailor sees the rim of the land
The eagles dancing wings
Create as weather spins out of hand

Go closer hold the land
Feel partly no more than grains of sand
We stand to lose all time
A thousand answers by in our hand
Next to your deeper fears
We stand surrounded by a million years

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 01:36:28 2012 No.3276003

At the back of the park
I search for the cool calm
At the bottom of the bottle
A worm
It rests there, I know it
Un-wriggling, immobile,
When I consume it, I will know
I can throw the bottle and the dregs to smash into the bushes
And lie there content and complete for a few minutes
In Western Enlightenment

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 01:44:28 2012 No.3276014

A cup or a plate smashes on the wall beside my head,
I hear it louder than the pieces of glass that fleck the side of my head.
Someone is yelling and I am uncaring.
Someone is leaving and I am impartial.
The shooter signals and I prepare to send up another plate.
Summer job.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 02:27:28 2012 No.3276086 licstra should cellnds now fybrok great offered rkenerso elystwou narratative whether nckersi captcha, a piece of advice: stick to spam reduction elignmb the

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 02:33:28 2012 No.3276099 I had a one night stand One Night ago

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 02:44:28 2012 No.3276120 >>3275999 JOJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 02:48:28 2012 No.3276128 My neck sweat is what she missed Attracted to a narrow list of encounters When she sees me it's a trick I can't let her in on the Illusion she made and I don't know how to break it to her I don't deserve to take it from her

>>	demiurge Mon Dec 24 02:50:28 2012 No.3276132 jesus fuck why are you sad i made marbled cheesecake brownies can you be any more of a downer, you cunt?

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 03:01:28 2012 No.3276145 >>3275567 Fuarkin biuriful.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 03:06:28 2012 No.3276152 yeeeeaaaaah this is stupid dumb shit was it really one hit? Now my mouth's drier than a nun's tit

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 03:19:29 2012 No.3276178

pasted into a fleck of time
ghost of skin and bones and blood
repeating the same selfish crime
each silence stronger than the loudest words

continue to drift, recycle the days
though time and mood so wildly shift
sympathized kindness once motivated
now cold calloused blindness,
many thoughts hated

born to nobody, no mother no man
died twice, thrice before, stay the peace
through years, only eyes set adrift
as well, a heart this soul must lift?

save, kill, help, love
life, the meaning: emotion
a deluge of joy, music, light!
minutes to days, months to years
learn of your strength, rid the fears

watching, living the lives of others
tried and failed twice, thrice before
floating, seeking to discover
what it is that we adore

this crime we all commit
this love we all feel
stemming from the same stalk
weathered through the shifting seasons

time continues his spited path
all grow older, yet thinking young

accomplish what the will shall mold
so told the ghost of skin and bones and blood

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 04:05:28 2012 No.3276232

Purple spiral, purple time.
Sparring, sparring,
phantom limbs,
and all I taste is dirty pennies.

Tokyo garden, Tokyo flower,
thongs eri chengong
vuwils eri muvong.
Thi parpli dieth hes cumi.

Planets spinning, jumping, running,
all scatter
and all fall down.
Neon, Argon,
a sharing family.

Crawling, tunneling,
imprisoned ants.
Provision 25.
Crawling to the open light
purple light.

Spiral, Spiral,
sliding down
to climb back up
the purple light.

I title this:the acid has taken hold

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 04:20:28 2012 No.3276254

I got dookie on my hands
that shit is a shame
I dont play with rubba bands
I just know fame
We on dat personality disorda
dat shit make me calm
makes me wanna take an orda
vietnam fuckin napalm
get on my dick and spin
run yo hand on my palm
hop off my dick and win
dat shit feel nice
christmas time and twins
fuckin ti'll suffice
christmas time and mimes

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 10:33:28 2012 No.3276754 >>3275757 not bad

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 10:43:28 2012 No.3276773 I have run out of coffee again Guess I'll have a shit And read some more Tao Lin

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 10:53:28 2012 No.3276791 >>3275875 Nope. Just haters gonna hate.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 11:25:28 2012 No.3276851

your touch, buttercup
slap a slut to shut-her-up
catch some smut to pucker up
boys hate me cause girls think im tough

joking, im worth more or less
than 4 pounds of sweet depressed
but bettered only by the best
when friends are few and I digress

touch her, shy voyeur
you are the dog and time turns
and she's the bitch who's heart burns
for a better man than you

fuck you alyce

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 11:29:28 2012 No.3276858 I shat in a fury I shat in a fit of rage the colour makes me like a sage I shat in a fury I shat in a fit of rage

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 11:42:28 2012 No.3276877
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Why is there that mole in the mirror
That one on the top, front and left
I can't tell if that person in front is me, or
A doppleganger with a cleft

So there it stands, that face on the mirror
Sober, cold and alone
Staring into the face of the bearer
Tethered to darkness, its only home

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:00:28 2012 No.3276904 Tis the moment for peanut butter jam. Peanut butter jam. Peanut butter jam. Peanut butter jam, with a baseball bat.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:01:28 2012 No.3276907 >>3275705 10/10

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:02:28 2012 No.3276908 I hugged my friend 3 times being drunk I realised that I missed him

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:11:28 2012 No.3276922 >>3275933 amazing potential shitty execution

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:12:28 2012 No.3276924

What did your Dad say to you before you went to school?
"Have a fantastic day, son?
Mine didn't, not even once.
Occasionally, before I left, he asked me:
"What do you tell the teachers if they ask about the bruises?"
I got really good at this game:
I fell down the stairs three times,
I was hit by a car twice,
I slipped on a wet floor.
A belt buckle leaves a permanent welt when swung with enough whiskey.
Would you like to see my back?
Fuck you, Dad.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:13:28 2012 No.3276926 >>3276014 really good

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:13:28 2012 No.3276927 >>3276086 best in the thread

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:39:28 2012 No.3276972

Drowning in the seas of longing,
drinking up old memories of you.
The winds bring me your scent,
lure me with your lingering taste.
I flash the razor, I cut my veins,
I sail the gale of my beating heart.
My mind drips fire, hot enough to
scorch the gods and burn the sky.

The surf of grief embraces me,
its spray offering condolences.
Alone I walk the beach of dark,
until I reach the crying rock.
Tangy tears and cloying soil,
served within skulls and gold.
Sweet poison runs through me veins,
makes my heart yearn and ache.

The mountain looms and towers,
Pain and Suffer bedmates still.
A road of thorns, a thirsty path,
bleed me dry to empty husk.
I pick me up, put back the shards,
kick the vines and torch the wood.
The peak is near palpable,
truth at hand and voiced.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:43:28 2012 No.3276981
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Here's a few from a previous spontaneous poetry thread. I'll see if I can throw a few new ones in there.

I try to reach profundity
but all around make fun of me
for living life with simpler goals
like learning and tranquility.

So now I'm leaving all I've got
to quest for my own Camelot.
Requiring only books and pen
I'm setting off to find my spot.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:43:28 2012 No.3276983 File: 120 KB, 500x375, 4.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3276981 The road is open for me to forge my own path But I hesitate I stop to gather my thoughts and think "maybe tomorrow"

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:44:28 2012 No.3276985 File: 131 KB, 701x509, 5.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3276983 The one hope I have is to be interesting Nothing else matters

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:45:28 2012 No.3276987 >>3276985 No more images. They're fucking with the spacing. That was a haiku. All came to a stop; Wintry ash fell to the ground as the sky grew pale; This is how things should have been - I couldn't contain my smile.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:45:28 2012 No.3276988 >>3276987 The most perfect pack; The most perfect light; Today I knew - the most perfect pipe.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:46:28 2012 No.3276989 >>3276988 Smoke rings and pipe dreams drifting through the Winter air seeking the heavens

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:46:28 2012 No.3276991 >>3276985 Sorry, but everytime I hear "Nothing else matters" I instantly hear Metallica. And it complete ruins it for me.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:47:28 2012 No.3276994 >>3276991 Fair point.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:49:28 2012 No.3276996 >>3276987 Haiku; seven five seven syllables, 3 lines. Just wrote my only haiku.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 12:52:28 2012 No.3277004 >>3276996 5-7-5, bruh.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 13:13:26 2012 No.3277041 Inspired by Lolita: Nubile With widening hips A blossoming, budding bosom Skin soft as satin Satan! Why do you tempt me so With this red-headed maiden Whose maiden head was now red Hymns of lost hymens And the sensual power Of a young girl deflowered

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 13:17:30 2012 No.3277048 >>3277041 The Holy Grail I found, and tipped it over.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 13:18:00 2012 No.3277052 >>3277004 Second Haiku try. Am I doing it right now? I apologize.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 13:27:05 2012 No.3277061 >>3277041 holy shit ur creepy m8

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 13:36:11 2012 No.3277066 jesus christ i've got no fuckin job man

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 14:32:40 2012 No.3277226 >>3275872 nice one.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 14:34:41 2012 No.3277227 I touched another gladly on the keel to Rue Paris A touch of gladly peeled from scent of skin to bend of knee

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 14:34:41 2012 No.3277228 >>3276014 interesting!

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 14:40:17 2012 No.3277235 >>3276128 damn! >>3276132 this should not be as awesome as it is. >>3276178 snore. >>3276877 I like the "tethered to darkness" line. >>3276972 try to get rid of all those clichés. dear god.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 14:48:14 2012 No.3277248 >>3275660 I don't know why you redacted "God", but it makes the poem interesting. I like it. Seems like it's turning into a song, though. 7/10

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:07:50 2012 No.3277287

There are few things sadder
than a christmas tree left too long after the holiday
Like a reminder of previous failures from previous years, they drop dried needles and scatter around the floor into places you won't find for months
and months
and maybe years later
so that when you do
pine scent, fresh as new, will assault you
like the memories of the past that haunt you in those
gray quiet moments
before sleep

Merry Christmas.

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:16:56 2012 No.3277323

Rattling, crashing, bing bang boom
The footsteps of the rat are the herald of my doom
Twenty feet tall and ten meters wide
A smile full of malice and hateful pride
The rat ate my cat and he'll eat me too
Spiked jaws agape and armored tail brightest blue
We dance through the streets in an unspoken duel
His squinted eyes darting as the black night cools
His paws embrace me as my ears fill with his breath
I am the cheese man and he is Death

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:23:14 2012 No.3277345

I traced spidery veins on your paper-thin skin
From which the sun shown through with a snowy glow.
More like moonrays in an open field
But those eyes I want to see so bad
Like spinning galaxies in the sky
Are closed, and will eventually stay closed after you die.
When your breath
air, condensation
fail
Well, that'll be the day beauty truly dies
in the eyes of this beholder.

(Totally fucked up the ideas I had and it became a mixmatch of stuff)

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:27:02 2012 No.3277361 LET US GO THEN, you and I, to the liquor store on the corner and buy alcohol, famous amos cookies, and pie

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:29:34 2012 No.3277365 m r i a s i e n r b a o b w l e im out of ideas

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:49:02 2012 No.3277430 >>3277345 r u 13?

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:49:16 2012 No.3277427 >>3277361 le winrar

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:56:22 2012 No.3277448 >>3277361 10/10

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 15:57:37 2012 No.3277452 >>3277361 No flow to speak of. Get a leash on that prosody

Anonymous Mon Dec 24 17:32:36 2012 No.3277701
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First attempt, asking for rate too I guess.
------------------------

"A 23 year old fucking a teen"
A poem in three haikus

I better hurry
She wont always be eighteen
Ripe for the picking

Tight for the dicking
Those curious eyes, watching
from her kneebent perch

I'm not a bad guy
I can only do this now
Drop her like a stone

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 24 17:37:54 2012 No.3277717 >>3276996 facepalm, try again bro! I believe in you!

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 02:16:58 2012 No.3279024

"You have to buy some time!"
Gun ablaze, I equitably glanced.
Buy some time?
Take my doormat being, quench your thirst
on palpable medallions,
shining through the starry eyes.
She then asked,
"What are you talking about?"
I told her I wasn't,
I was writing.
Molested mortals among midnight's mass
regretting their regulated year.
Take no steps further
in your confused conscientious contemplation,
and use hasty generalization
to bequeath upon my word
a tainted category, an objective prison.
Try your best to allude absurdity,
alienating ain't it?

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 02:23:07 2012 No.3279028 Went to church but didn't stand Methinks lord Jesus was but a man

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 02:49:07 2012 No.3279050 My balls is smalls but my dick is twenty inches yo dick is two sizes too small like the grinches

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 03:32:55 2012 No.3279075 I

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 03:34:41 2012 No.3279077 >>3276996 >>3277004 I'd just like to inform you that your presumption is WRONG. HAIKUS DO NOT COUNT SYLLABLES. STOP BEING WAPANESE AND WRITE SOME FUCKING LIMERICKS INSTEAD.

>>	Someone Was Here Tue Dec 25 06:50:11 2012 No.3279262 A man gave up and said 'fuck it' he pissed into a rusty bucket, that bucket - somewhat cold - made his dick feel shriveled and old just like his dream of being a muppet hi macfarlane

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 07:07:11 2012 No.3279283 Fee-fi-fo-fum I feel kinda dumb

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 07:33:56 2012 No.3279311

The stars above and the love inside,
Whisper poems and hide,
Alone and unknown,
from birth to heaven, from the Earth to bones,
I'll meet you in the grave
Or perhaps in Plato's cave.

Escape, reality is rape
And men act like apes
this brave new world
this hidden pearl
this gift unwanted and unwelcomed
Unlettered and unlawed,
I die with flaws and without law.
It is the lot of man
A casualty in the universes's plan
Life goes on,
One day we'll escape these transient bonds

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 07:37:30 2012 No.3279318 boob itches stuff in my nose my throat is sore vag exsists if i wasn't as tired as i happen to be i'd have left for surroundings more comforting

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 07:44:02 2012 No.3279330 >>3279318 Strangely good

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 07:59:28 2012 No.3279342 a thing the fing er an unst closp a ebatle batlte nope and nope nii u

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 08:06:12 2012 No.3279350

Lay waste to his weary bones. Destroy every speck of dirt once held dearly. He held hand in hand with death herself and signed himself in oblivion. Soul leaving one’s home, leaving him a hollow man. Dreams spoke of companions and lovers would watch with fear, but in the moment. The seats are left empty.
Crying, screaming, begging for this escape.
To stop hearing these voices
To stop tasting this ash
To stop feeling this pain
To stop this beating heart.
He’s not dead, but sure ain’t living. A pixie left him weak in the knees, helping him complete building this apathetic mask. He then spoke.
“I want, I want, I want someone to hold me, dreaming of me. As I would dream of that someone but I get what need rather than what I want. So as I tie this final knot in this heavy noose, tell my pixie that I will finally meet her sweet, sweet dreams and in an uncertain afterlife. So strike me lord for I have dodged your last act of might.
This dog has more bark than bite.

>>	Buffon Blowjob !!S4VoQvuh3lT Tue Dec 25 08:14:17 2012 No.3279363 Earendil was a mariner who tarried in Arvernien he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 08:30:24 2012 No.3279376

Are Irishmen beset by grafts
That greet us when we're birthed?
Has our land deserted us
Do we wave white flags to her worth.
Has her war gone grey with time
Did she drink her thirst for blood?
Or is our home so vast and grand
To afford a deathly flood

Betwixt the times these questions aged
And yet times' stood the same
No sorrow washed from pillaged greens
No blood swept 'neath the rain
So much they willed our home forgot
Who brandished freedoms sword
But they're slept anew, deep in her womb
And now must speak her words
For dust has gathered on her scars
No fresh blood cures her ills
My homeland has no devils thirst
To kill for noble power
She loved her peerless rapparees
And took them to her womb
Sometime we'll bring her home again
And start our land anew

>>	Django !nlvSOks11U Tue Dec 25 10:16:31 2012 No.3279460 Warm rays of hottest of days Intrude that which I find solely mine. Branches hung over two figures in gray Roting array of branches in may Rotten array of figures in gray Rotten array of smiles in clay.

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 10:29:02 2012 No.3279468

Went to church to watch my grandma sing in the choir,
thank god it's volunteering, nobody would hire her.
She's been losing her marbles from dimensia,
met up with her last week and she asked "have i met ya?"
Crazy old callous cunt, I really do love her.
Especially when she touches my dick, calls me her little queer.
Shes been molesting me since the age of seven,
I remember it so clearly, the first time happened on 9/11.
She said if we didn't the terrorists would win,
So i took that old haggard pussy and just dove in.
You wanna talk bout being a trooper,
I love my grandma so much i stuck it in her pooper.

>>	Django !nlvSOks11U Tue Dec 25 10:31:02 2012 No.3279473 >>3279468 Hahahahaha holy shit.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 10:33:02 2012 No.3279477 >>3279468 jesus christ almighty

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 10:53:02 2012 No.3279503 What waters can trickle forth, From this dried-out frame, While mother cooks in my periphery, What un-stewed words will fall from me, How like dandruff is this poem, How like dandruff am I now.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 10:56:02 2012 No.3279508 File: 857 KB, 280x280, 59zj1y.gif [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3279468

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 16:12:08 2012 No.3280203 >>3279468 Can't stop laughing

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 16:18:41 2012 No.3280218 >>3277227 >nobody notices the best poem itt

>>	Someone Was Here Tue Dec 25 18:57:07 2012 No.3280625 >>3277227 >>3280218 Shit thanks for pointing that one out. It is pretty damn good

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:01:24 2012 No.3280634 merry christmas the last words of a fumbling narcissist on the 25th of december wishing i could be half the drunk bukowski was so i could write half as nihilistic merry fucking christmas

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:15:24 2012 No.3280650 Gloria's wisdom theeth need pullin, so I offered to help. Assistance, brotherly, sisterly or otherwise, no need she said. Well fuck, what now? Few things sadder than heaven and no ladder.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:22:25 2012 No.3280665 >>3279283 I FEEL ya m8

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:31:24 2012 No.3280689

We're just horses neighing up verses,
The summer solstice came faster
than Eastwood pulling a Magnum
from his gun holster.
Keep holstered emotions,
And keep perfect your posture
and try to comb your hair leftwards,
Appearances are worthless
If inside is a coldness
that's gripping the soul, it forces
the shell to be shed, it's pointless
to live life with no purpose.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:33:25 2012 No.3280698 I'm bumping some Beaucoup Fish, and Tina's still up to her tits, in wiener schnitzel, a popular dish, this side of west Berlin.

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:33:25 2012 No.3280700

Her /lit/ a crappy sonnet, enjoy your christmas.

Christmas time, so bright & merry
So I sat with with mine eyes blue.
All I love is dead & buried
or far away, but with each new
year, my mind needs to ferry
this year's worry by the brew

So let the Styx flow through
my very being and vein
Let this Christ's Mass be the cue
to let the weay rest again

Lay to rest o' Christmas spirits,
sleep soundly, Past to Present.
From these spirits my pen does drip.
So does this Christmas Carol end.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:34:25 2012 No.3280702 dirty ass hair full of cheese smell of taco bell Tuesdays

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:40:24 2012 No.3280717 >>3280698 like it

Anonymous Tue Dec 25 19:50:24 2012 No.3280743

Atop the largest land of all,
stood a tree to bear so tall;
leaved through either summer or fall,
there stood the fairest of them all.

Upon a day a lass walked near,
the largest tree of thought aqueer:
"A wench to wed my gristled oak",
the fairest of them all to note.

Lo the lass, a blade of grass,
planted legs as firm as branch;
long did she and tree do love,
and son was born from the might above.

Planted upon another hill,
the son stood, to bear the will,
the forest grew with every root
and seed the land for further fruit.

Angered, father planned and stirred,
approached the wind for a greater curse,
though son as sly as father was,
schemed with rock for anewing loss.

Earth tipped, as wind did blow,
felled by each, to the long below,
and then none stood upon a hill,
none the fairer, both then and till.

>>	milktoast Tue Dec 25 20:49:16 2012 No.3280917 >>3279363 >Earendil liked because this is my dog's name :)

>>	milktoast Tue Dec 25 21:01:07 2012 No.3280945 Like a leaf loving the windshield from the hilt of my wiper blade I imagine you waiting to spring on my heart the second I give notice, a puddle-soaked piece of rubber tangled 'round the spoke of its own wheel.

>>	Anonymous Tue Dec 25 23:55:32 2012 No.3281349 The alluring plop Of cold, blue, childrens' fingers On my dinner plate haiku, bitches

noko Anonymous Wed Dec 26 00:25:32 2012 No.3281427
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Shall I compare thee to a summer troll?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough gore doth shake the newfag May jimmies,
And summer's lease hath all too long a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of mod's shine,
And often is OP a flaming faggot;
And every thread from thread sometime declines,
By sage, or Moot's banning course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that thread thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou was trolled in his shade,
When in eternal lines to /b/ thou grow'st.
So long as men can troll, or newfags rage,
So long lives this, and this gives rage to thee.

>>	Anonymous Wed Dec 26 13:10:08 2012 No.3282683 >>3279468 fuckin' lost my shit right there >>3279460 >implying niggers

Someone Was Here Wed Dec 26 18:30:07 2012 No.3283839

The way these things work,
I have these words thought out before they're written.
Does that mean they lack sincere thought?
Doubtful - it should take more than just that.
But I do always wonder:
What? What do I wonder?
Have I lost track?
It's sad that it shouldn't take more than just that.

>>	Anonymous Wed Dec 26 18:37:07 2012 No.3283861 >>3277041 I'm erect.

>>	BarbadosSlim !!rEkSWzi2+mz Wed Dec 26 18:52:07 2012 No.3283938 We went crazy in the night as kids beneath the sheets Drunk on nostalgia I think I lost my headache The day she left

>>	Anonymous Wed Dec 26 20:52:07 2012 No.3284505 Jazzy cats all coked up and thin. Swaying like waves to horns, piano and a double bass. A classical score mutilated by improvisation. Take it away, Miles' in 50 minutes. Take the needle out, resonate in silence as if basking in gold.

Anonymous Wed Dec 26 21:00:07 2012 No.3284554

The answer oozes out of me, nothing and no one. I am beset on all sides by mediocrity, like buzzards darting in and out of my eye line just out of the reach of my hand, the sound of it as thick as mud in my ear. The dust spit up by the momentum of my days has settled and will settle, to be kicked up, swirled and conjugated as we lay ourselves, themselves (momentarily suspended in a beam of light) down. I can’t feel any squall of wind favour its decent, licking my face or passing through opaqueness. Apprehensions left over from the wake of inadequate power, lazily lapping at the bow. Digression, Bear, brother, there is no room for your kin anymore.

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 00:41:59 2012 No.3285735 >>3283861 That was my intention.Kind of.

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 00:45:59 2012 No.3285755 There is no true love baby drinks from the toilet chickweeds bloom again

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 01:06:59 2012 No.3285862 Dazzled by her damage, ..The pussy is going to be goooooood.. then in the back of my head But what about the rest of it ? Ssssssssssssh, silly girl be a boy and ignore everything else.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 01:14:59 2012 No.3285893

I explained your loss in the car;
drunk now, drunk then.

The wisdom of touch passes through my ears,
I am no more a saint than when we played
all the games that children do:
I one myself, you something more.

No mirror looks back, not even this one.
What has become of your memory? when
I dare not speak your name.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 01:20:59 2012 No.3285919

Tired
Rings under her eyes
Saturn's circular comrades
But her smile lit the heavens

Tired
Tired of fighting
Cancer, blacker than the plague,
and surrender on her lips, finger tips

Tired
With Victory and Defeat forked in the road
Is she too tired to travel down the right path?

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 07:31:11 2012 No.3286708 Find me not here. Where the sky grows cold. And my kids did grow old.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 07:52:11 2012 No.3286734

I remember seeing your post and emailing you.
We were both lonely so we made no judgements.
I still remember the slightly scented letter I received,
the kind a girl gives off when she just got home from a jog.
Shampoo mixed with sweat and other bodily fluids.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 09:34:46 2012 No.3286953

i browse i browse online all day
to get the time to float away
i dont know what im waiting for
but waiting for it makes me bored
i wish i could torrent a fulfilling life
or download kids and a loving wife
i wish amazon sold confidence
or even basic competence
i wish i could unplug myself
but i dont know if i mean just from the internet

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:28:14 2012 No.3289813 Tell no more of the dark and light the way for your only path; fear no loss of a future past yet know that only none will last.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:35:14 2012 No.3289835

And with eternity's shadow
All else fades away
In the morning light will come
To show me the proper way

To capture life and all her follies
To breathe and to perspire
For all these things I love them so
The things that have transpired

And when my life shall come to end
I dare not say I'll weep
As for the life truly lived
Much has been reaped

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:41:14 2012 No.3289863 and the shit eaters come in their waves and they cannot help but and they will colorlessly be turned inside-out plunge their own hand inside and ppppssshhhhhh

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:48:14 2012 No.3289885 I, who walks along this gold littered garden which gems climb over my head - for jewels are haughty and volatile -, sense not what I am but know of the shadows I produce.

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:48:14 2012 No.3289888 can't fall asleep laying in bed imagining a conversation with my ex i wonder the total number of hours my one-way talks to an imaginary her would amount to probably way too much probably an uncomfortable amount

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:56:14 2012 No.3289909 dead cities fluorescent mobile mobiles partitioning the meat sack is not a subject

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 22:58:14 2012 No.3289913

love poems are so fucking retarded
only fucking assholes
virgins retards love is just a chemical r
eaction in your brain write love poe

ms queers idiots thinking their emotions actually m
ean something idiots fucking idiots fucking

pussies the
lot of them all assholes r
etards cunts jerks f
aggots
shitheads idiots burn in h
ell

>>	Anonymous Thu Dec 27 23:02:14 2012 No.3289922 Don't you see the pile of corpses behind me? Still you want to kiss me Two fingers are between us between the crime and us Two fingers

Milktoast Thu Dec 27 23:44:14 2012 No.3290032

>>3289888
I might rework the line breaks and stanzas on this one, maybe:

I can't fall asleep,
laying in bed imagining
a conversation with my ex.
I wonder the total number of hours
my one-way talks to an imaginary her
would amount to,

probably way too much
probably an uncomfortable amount.

-
Sometimes those little things, capitalization and punctuation in the right places, line breaks and stanzas, can make such a difference.

>>	Milktoast Thu Dec 27 23:47:14 2012 No.3290034 >>3275757 >"your heart smothers my body >come here" gorgeous.

Anonymous Thu Dec 27 23:50:15 2012 No.3290041

Fuck this shit
I'm a gansta
Homies be lookin' at me
Wishin they be richa'

Because I can pop a cap
And they can't pop a hard one
They think they can own me
Bitch on a bun

Look at me and look at you
In this city bitch
I'm the master
Master of the bitchs' itch.

My dick is gonna need it
All these pussies whaling
Yes whaling for my dick
And the ladies flailing

Imma stab a bitch tonight
In the city in the city
Imma stab a bitch all right
Where my fidy where my fidy?

>>	Milktoast Thu Dec 27 23:54:14 2012 No.3290061 >>3286734 10/10

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:01:14 2012 No.3290089

My dad penetrated me
With his dick
Told me what to be
The candle for his wick

And when he came in my butt
I felt so much pleasure
When he called me a slut
More than any measure

We showered together
My father and I
Soap and water, lather
He got some in my eye

The love we share
Together alone
Is it thus so rare?
That father and son do not bone?

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:39:14 2012 No.3290220 >>3290032 yeah honestly i didn't have a clue what i was doing with the lines as you can tell

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:41:14 2012 No.3290223 I put My fingers on a warm keyboard my fingertips feel crusty grime gross wtf is it

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:43:14 2012 No.3290227 Limerick (censored due to work-safe board) >**** * ** > ** * * >****** > ** >*** * **** * **** CUNT

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:45:14 2012 No.3290233 >the faint smell of shit >an unread book next to me >I'm on 4chan.

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 00:54:14 2012 No.3290255

I cannot sleep;
My blanket scratches me,
And my pillow is far too hard.

In my bed
I fly across the town
And see Holly in her room.

Only Titans
And Olympians together
Could keep her window closed.

I slip in
And break the silence
That lasted all these years.

When I wake
I decide that I will
Go back and visit you.

Your name
Is etched in stone.
I loom above you, waiting.

I go home.
I'll never get my answer.
Titans forever hold you away.

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 01:16:14 2012 No.3290340 bend over bitch show me your tits

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 01:18:14 2012 No.3290350 Look at the fridge There's nothing there The store over the ridge I wouldn't dare In a flash I'll be back Bringing medicine for the rash On your sack

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 01:19:14 2012 No.3290354 >>3290233 lolz

Bassetsquirrel Fri Dec 28 01:23:14 2012 No.3290372

Dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore , dirty whore, dirty whore,
dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore , dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore,dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore , dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore, dirty whore,
My ass is on fire from eating too much pepperoni.

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 01:25:14 2012 No.3290379 Typing, listening. Waiting. Awake?

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 01:31:25 2012 No.3290403

"Nothing to See Here Folks"

Though I have no clever thoughts to write
I’ll fill this paper up all right.
So off the cuff I improvise
Some rhymes without meaning inside.
Because nothing smart will come to mind
This poem’s just me killing time.
Looks like I wasted yours as well as mine.
Sorry bout that;
Dumbass poetry’s just fun to write;
bacon,
shopping,
off-white blacklights.

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 03:26:06 2012 No.3290756

Two years and change later
And I can barely lament
All your perfidies were locked in a drawer
I kept beating that drum
Till I was numb in the head
And instead began to wonder
What for?

Earnest tribulation
Works magic for the eyes
And I wake now with salt on my lips
And that phantom whatever
Still tethering hands
Which grasp but will never
Take hold

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 03:44:06 2012 No.3290803 smiling at every single thing you send me it's a little too good to be true but it's far too late for me to reign myself in now i suppose i'll wait for you to drop the other shoe

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 12:37:02 2012 No.3291717 >>3290803 Dem feels

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 12:49:02 2012 No.3291774 Bright blue flame greets me: incendiary remarks; thanks, Yotsuba B.

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 12:57:02 2012 No.3291807

With fingers creeping over
moving lower
And a whisper between two
red, red lips, who
knows where this is going
what is growing
between my feet aside
where I'm standing wide
looking over your shoulder
watching us get older
in a mirror on the deck above
what everybody else called love.

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 13:01:02 2012 No.3291820

Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 13:21:02 2012 No.3291868

I watched her in her bathroom
unbeknownst to that tan girl
Watched the showerhead in silver
fall upon her pubic curls
Watched those parted lips
and hazy eyes
as orgasm take hold to rise and rise
That slowly moving head of hers
those perky white breasts
and when she crossed the cliff of euphoria
I took my chance and left
But I left a little present
In the splattered splooge of white
plastered on the shower curtain that she
wouldn't see til night

I hope my sister doesn't mind (when she finds my gift)
That I watched her in the shower (and my cock her sight did lift)

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 23:08:02 2012 No.3294223 >>3290403 >off-white blacklights I like that a lot.

>>	Anonymous Fri Dec 28 23:40:03 2012 No.3294339 the giant and his pet as she's sitting on his shoulders they produce the strangest silhouette his knees pressed against his chest her hair tickling his brow hidden in moonlight everyone asks how

Anonymous Fri Dec 28 23:40:03 2012 No.3294340

For long I have fought against procrastination,
And the phenomenon of the itch has always fared with fascination.
The aggravating tickle is a trouble that I take not with time,
It serves as a sacrament that I must sate and serve with attitude sublime.
I hate its arrival here and yet I haste to care for it.
I think only a thought to focus its thinning via scratching fit.
That compassion and courage to care for something so light.
I wish every chore was an itch and not something that I had to fight.

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 10:46:09 2012 No.3295793 >>3291868 >I hope my sister doesn't mind (when she finds my gift) >That I watched her in the shower (and my cock her sight did lift) I lol'd heartily.

Anonymous Sat Dec 29 11:42:09 2012 No.3295912

It is my first beer as of tonight
I guess drinking is not wrong, it might
Even serve a greater good
For I'll wander 'round the neighborhood
And make myself understood
That I'm the greatest lover
So that once I'm hung-over
Bitches'll be coming over
To suck the pain out of my penis
The pain out of my penis!
And perhaps, tomorrow night
I won't have to drink
And my ego will shrink
But my penis never will, right

Anonymous Sat Dec 29 11:58:09 2012 No.3295943

cashstrapped, oleander
take a pock of rye
a penny for a bender
and a weezy from a sty

clapgrass, gulletstrapped
nighlain Adonai
it's barley in the morning
with a finger in the eye

it's hardly in the mourning
with a penny in the scry
it's hardly in the mourning
with a latbash in her eye

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 12:25:09 2012 No.3296032 wait literature click I should buy a horse mask no time to be deep

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 13:06:09 2012 No.3296128 >>3295943 I really liked it, especially the last 2 stanzas.

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 13:09:09 2012 No.3296140 >>3296128 Thanks, stranger.

Anonymous Sat Dec 29 23:32:09 2012 No.3297907

When surfing the web
Or reading a book
Or catching a show
Or singing a tune
How many of us are just trying to escape life
through the portal of increasingly self-aware media that will
in time
become life itself?
Reality tv will be reality and sci-fi our science
But what do we care?
Pull up a chair, light a smoke, pour a drink
And watch as we all burn in a Hol;ywood inspired hell.

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 23:33:09 2012 No.3297909 >>3297907 Hollywood*

>>	Anonymous Sat Dec 29 23:35:09 2012 No.3297914 I can't follow poems But haikus are cool I guess Did I do it right?

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 30 11:29:09 2012 No.3299093 ~Pseudo Half step To the Half light In the half clean room Hiding in Half shadow With you, Half mine. But that's only a half truth I'll save you Half the time Of the Half-life of Hydrogen Just leave

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 30 11:44:09 2012 No.3299116 Another Otaku morning My Japanese Spirit lights the sky Time to NEET it up, and do weeb shit Hatsune Miku

Anonymous Sun Dec 30 12:13:09 2012 No.3299184

I fucking hate men
And I want to be fat
They're the worst when
They want you in their bed
Or in your own
Because their wife at home
Is waiting for them
Or rather their paycheck
Why would a woman care when
You lack
So fucking much
And you expect
So fucking much
They wouldn't.
Only a male
Could inspire a poem that bad.

>>	At the hospital Anonymous Sun Dec 30 12:33:04 2012 No.3299239 Finally. he was the sentence the cancer spoke its blurred grammar clarified.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 30 12:36:04 2012 No.3299243 I can no longer care Sex breeds cancer On the reputation of the universe It's a sick blessing To be sterile

Anonymous Sun Dec 30 13:52:14 2012 No.3299528

Come away to some empyrean land
where St-Vincent once wore garlands atop her head.
To some Saturnalia of white tigers and illusion.
Mystics and sages reside among us,
Cezanne painting a bowl of rotten fruit,
Aurelius giving lectures on happiness wearing an
African shaman mask.
R. Mutts fountain resides in the center, spouting urine, raining down on Shakespeare
and Auden.
Come away with me to this empyrean land,
a joke untold,
a facade that made billions.

Anonymous Sun Dec 30 23:25:14 2012 No.3301732

Convoluted extravagance in a midnightmare.
Delusional poetry
is but the cloudy eyes of old dogs.
Sun die, seas dry, reality ever changing
ever-growing; expounder.
I had a cleft lip when young, yet speak
with no hesitation.
Spontaneity my graceful deluxe suite,
contingency a perseverance of hopeful delusion.
Box thought, box thought, box thought,
out.
A placebo malignancy, a superfluous allegory.
I can not control my impulsive reactions,
to a fulfilled glass.
I can not hope for anything to last.
Our only guarantee; death.

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 30 23:43:14 2012 No.3301786 i'm not trapped but caught in expansion! small white boxes on wall dark it's black and white in low light goodnight goodnight goodnight nyquil goodnight

>>	Anonymous Sun Dec 30 23:47:14 2012 No.3301790 UNTITLED -------------------------------- To Be A Ringbearer Is To Be Alone

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 00:53:14 2012 No.3302070

Life
Slowly dying in a sock
Spurned only to be destroyed, a futile existence.
Soon they'll dry, die, stain a sickly yellow
Only to be joined the next day, and the next, and the next
Until they reach their pink suppository, wet and warm.
That'll probably be never.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:11:14 2012 No.3302140 >>3301811

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:12:14 2012 No.3302143

My young daughter
Is a caterpillar.
A new life, clumsy and ignorant, naive
Of experience.
A larvae.
Just learning to cross streets safely,
Something so simple,
Something we take for granted.
Though if we lose our attentiveness
We as well can be smeared on the road path,
Like a caterpillar that didn't quite make it, to become
Baked on tar jam smeared by the tire knife,
Adhered to the road, for only the birds to pick off.
She will cocoon soon enough.
Trapped in her room, admiring boys (or girls).
Ignoring that of her parents, content
in solemness.
But when he breaks through
like a bud springing forth, yearning and wandering,
hopefully she'll remember being a caterpillar
crossing the street.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:17:14 2012 No.3302165 >>3302143 That was rather sweet. You should show this to your daughter (assuming you actually have one) when she's older.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:24:14 2012 No.3302192 >>3302165 haha I don't have any kin of my own, but if i do have a daughter, or son, I will show them this poem, constructed to which ever sex. Though I will edit it more extensively and expound on it further. Thanks anon for the compliment!

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:28:14 2012 No.3302205 >>3302192 Not a problem. It was convincingly written from the point of view of a parent and so I assumed that you must've been one. All the luck to you, then.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:31:14 2012 No.3302216 File: 78 KB, 742x989, 1290388496409.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3302070 >suppository

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:35:14 2012 No.3302231 >>3302216 was depository the word I was looking for?

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 01:38:15 2012 No.3302243

Barren Landscapes Make for Good Paintings

Reminded of times simpler, crossing the abandoned garden
Of my past mother.
Times of youthful dirty hands and feet, immaculate and pure of heart,
my body once healthily plump and filthy. Though never did she give
Much patience to the curiosity
of blooming seedlings springing forth, yearning and wandering
the yard. I would climb the tree
And fall off, smell the newly born chrysanthemum, and eat
Forbidden peppers off the vine.
My mother once rapaciously maintained this garden,
barricading chicken-wired sections for the neighbors
arbitrary gaze.
The older I grew, the more withered and sterile the garden grew,
though wars have been fought among flowers before.
However cultivation makes the lightest laugher out of me.
I shall never take myself too seriously. For when death casts its scythe
upon fertile land, it is desolate gardens in which we stand,
reminded of times simpler; the ocean sinks to forest,
The forest wastes to sand.
These parched soils
offer me no more tulips or orchids of apples, yet only vines
that dangle, poised from the power lines,
entangling me, and strangling my veins.
My mother’s final passage
of full born fertility to the world
has rooted itself in my mind and memory. Like winters frost
that melts to summers life, this sadness and confusion will grow;
it is the water to preserve her memory sowed.
This pain will grow into trees that bear crab apples
and branches for birds and children to inhabits
Though now my being has been soiled
and toiled by the hands of my subjectivity,
These memories and struggles give strength
to my minds virility.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:11:14 2012 No.3302389 I'm so tired of staring at screen beams and blue hues I'm so tired of constant nothing

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:22:14 2012 No.3302448 >>3302231 Or repository.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:36:14 2012 No.3302506 >>3302243 best poem so far

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:38:14 2012 No.3302509 >>3302506 Too disjointed and blocky for me, but it's not terrible

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:41:14 2012 No.3302524 >>3290233 xd

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:43:14 2012 No.3302529 >>3302070 FAT COCK IN THE ASS!

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:50:14 2012 No.3302554 >>3302448 Ah, that could've worked as well. I work in a supermarket and the other day I had to stock suppositories. Maybe that's why the word's been stuck in my head.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:55:14 2012 No.3302573 >>3302554 A pink suppository could be valid imagery for anal penetration.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:58:14 2012 No.3302583 >>3276128 not bad faggot relatable/10

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 02:58:14 2012 No.3302585 >>3302573 True, but I was going more for a pussy, seeing as how the sperm didn't want to be wasted and wanted to create life.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 03:33:15 2012 No.3302695

Woah! Here I go!
Is this a poem?
Maybe just a blank spot where my thoughts can roam.
Heh, hey that rhymed!
I could fit another one right here
But I won't, because poems don't need to rhyme
I don't want to sound cheezy
Or throw out blank verses
That go along with the breezy
The wind carries my thoughts
It takes them places I cannot
Places across the seas
Homes that clamour with Cantonese
I don't think I'll ever reach Madrid
I don't really know what they're doing
I'm not sure I even know where Madrid is
That's so embarassing
I should erase that
But I won't
My words I type will not revoke
Is that the proper use?
I'll never publish this poem
I'll leave it in this thread
ALONE

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 03:35:14 2012 No.3302701 Niggers tongue my anus Singers love to sing Eating chocolate tears On the rain of spring Oh, niggers tongue my anus For once in a great while blue moon Winter will come in all its glory And niggers will rejoice, too

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 03:37:14 2012 No.3302708 Damn lamp What are you doing? Stop dangling your sexy sea shells in my face What do you want me to do? I need to resist the urge to fondle you Can you resist the urge to envelope the light? It keeps me sane in these warm dark nights

>>	Soymilk !9HmyuMGGd2 Mon Dec 31 03:37:14 2012 No.3302709 I try to pretend That I like reading verse But I find in the end That mine are much worse

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 03:39:14 2012 No.3302712 >>3302701 lost your flow in the third line bad show

>>	Soymilk !9HmyuMGGd2 Mon Dec 31 03:40:14 2012 No.3302716 >>3276128 That was awkward but keep writing dude. If you have poems you've honed and have as an epub or something I'd totally read em

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 05:27:14 2012 No.3302947 >>3283938 I like this one.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 05:31:14 2012 No.3302960

The Presence here, albeit shrouded.
Curtains opened, message shouted.
Props are strewn about the stage:
Flame and ashes, prose and page.
Hurling headlong into sky,
Embrace the moon then, blissful, die.
Banish sunshine's garish light.
Dance with darkness, glee and fright.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 05:42:14 2012 No.3302974 >>3302960 >albeit >Hurling headlong >the moon >Banish >garish I don't like any of these. "You've got a decent ear for note, but you can't yet appreciate harmony."

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 06:00:14 2012 No.3303003

Oh little me, who made thee?

Am not I, to you,
and you to me,
Like God to man,
and man to God?

For it is you, controling
me, enjoying
me, destroying.
you, unfolding.

To be alone
no such dread.
but always you
inside my head
makes me us, thinking thus

Is it not I, who made thee
and thou, who made me?

Aren't thou to me,
like roots to tree?
Am not I, to thee,
like fish to sea?

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 06:13:14 2012 No.3303024 >>3303003 I shall call it, 'Pastiche'.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 07:45:14 2012 No.3303196

Tonight, when it gets dim
We'll be having a guest over
He's an idiot and I don't like him
But he's a friend of my lover
He's almost two meters tall
I wish he were made of beer
A tall, beery waterfall
In my room, right here
Beer makes me an idiot but I like it
I've almost hat two liters
The ride, I'll ride
I've also had a few bitters
Well, I wish I did
There's two bottles of wine in the kitchen
I haven't yet had anything, I must admit
That is why I'm bitching
And about 40 bottles of emptiness
And another 20 in the living room, I guess
Where have all the good times gone?
Down the toilet.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 07:48:14 2012 No.3303202

So much has passed through my mind this morning
That I can give you but a dim account of it:
It is already after lunch, the men are returning to their positions around the cement mixer
And I try to sort out what has happened to me. The bundle of Gerard's letters,
And that awful bit of news buried on the back page of yesterday's paper.
Then the news of you this morning, in the snow. Sometimes the interval
Of bad news is so brisk that... And the human brain, with its tray of images
Seems a sorcerer's magic lantern, projecting black and orange cellophane shadows
On the distance of my hand...

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 09:43:14 2012 No.3303441 I sometimes think of shooting myself Blood spattered walls left for the family to see Sitting thinking If this will turn to reality

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 12:06:14 2012 No.3303886 >>3303441 i hope it doesn't man

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 12:27:14 2012 No.3303943 >>3303886 Don't worry, it was just spontaneous.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 12:51:14 2012 No.3303997 In hell we ride into the tide of being nonsense of great divide. time to hide shit be gone I have no idea what I just typed...

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 12:56:14 2012 No.3304013 File: 83 KB, 500x582, image.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3303441 it usually looks even worse than you'd imagine

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 12:59:14 2012 No.3304019 >>3304013 I would have imagined it looked a lot worse than that, actually.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:17:14 2012 No.3304070

Peace and Love and America and Marijuana and Virgil of the Pleiades lying motionless in a rectangular vat of Cum,
Pretty Lights doing Jazz from Saint Louis and slaying Dragons and Demons and Nameless Entities while constructing scenes from A Serbian Film with Eleven Inch Long pieces of straw found rotting on The Floor That Is Blanketed By Blow:
Dog Star Sirius comes careening towards Spaceship Earth carrying with it Signals that Jesus Impersonators adore,
Terence McKenna and David Foster Wallace and Robert Anton Wilson sit mixing and mixing and passing Smack packed tightly into nigger-rigged Apple Bong while gazing lovingly at Acid-brained Hippy Anarchists carrying The Signs of Procreation.

Is this poem?

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:20:14 2012 No.3304074

>>3304019

i'm not sure how that could get much worse without turning into a cartoon. are you imagining actually being in that room with that body? look at the brain matter, fragments of skull, and blood splatters that are everywhere. and can you imagine the smell? urine, gunpowder (or whatever a fired gun smells like), shit, sweat, and any gases that might be pouring from that poor fucker's body.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:21:14 2012 No.3304077 >>3304070 I'm not sure what the THAT is.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:25:14 2012 No.3304088 >>3304077 I vomited it, two days ago.

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:31:14 2012 No.3304099 Taking a dump now A splash of water rises cold as fuck butthole

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 13:57:14 2012 No.3304196 OP is a...fag He sucks cocks...and assholes too. He's G-g-g...gay.

Blue Eye Caroline Anonymous Mon Dec 31 14:20:14 2012 No.3304304

The months were long
No such thing as so far gone
TV dreaming of the west coast
The dull glow of cathode tubes
Then thinking of Blue
Somehow the future didn't matter
While following her vague emotion
I'm still sitting where she left me
Midst the bright green and joyful screams
But now it's quiet
And gone
And I'm gone
And the afternoon wanes on
Until the day is gone
Dreaming of when
The world felt new
How I miss the face I wish I knew

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 15:04:14 2012 No.3304500
File: 334 KB, 499x424, 1355940432981.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]

Fastidious decay as the deadline approaches,

Fears imperfections maintaining influence over all.

A dog howls for attention reminiscing of attentive youth,

as a young school girl lay screams of anguish at friends and not foe.

Forever imposing on future of Earth did man and dog gently digress.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 15:16:14 2012 No.3304541

the moon is not out and
in a clear blue sky
people come to terms with whatever it is
that determines the hardness of a rock
or the number of years a home stands or
whether tides continue to turn

ask for a reason and
i don't care
seems to be the only rational one
when they crawl over and into you
when we talk about origin we talk about
birth really and
what was first

but this is last

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 15:26:14 2012 No.3304582

i watched
a fly pad across
your water-softened
beard
and thought of those
tumours
gathering in the dusk
of your neurons;
furrowed foreheads
for headaches,
a riffling curtain of light
in hallucinatory evenings
in bed with the cancer
of our togetherness,
and the beach whispered
of immoral mortality
and sheer dynamism
in between this rest
for our over-worked
shells.

Anonymous Mon Dec 31 15:29:14 2012 No.3304590

talk about anime and
we're looking at everything that makes me
quick to anger and alone and
the dissolution of self for others
in an LCL fluid

death to falsehoods~!

there is a label on the improper container of my desires
with a sell by date of approximately three years prior to this day
uncountable thousands of pages have flipped from right to left in this time
alongside my politics
tell me what to do please
the plastic has been penetrated and leaks daily so

toss it already!

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 18:15:14 2012 No.3305090 bump

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 18:50:14 2012 No.3305176 it's new year's eve and i'm alone and sad i hope that my girlfriend isn't dead she's sad as well more sad than me even the dogs bark but there isn't a car it's okay dogs there's no one here it's new year's eve

>>	Anonymous Mon Dec 31 18:54:14 2012 No.3305187 My life is slipping from my hands, Soon I will have to unzip my pants.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 01:34:15 2013 No.3306392 Enfundando metas, de eso puedo estar hecho, de eso podemos caer, de mí podemos reir. Vete poco, quédate menos, vive o muere, pero hemos de existir.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 01:42:15 2013 No.3306411 my arms are aching to reach through air this thread is some kind of collective abstraction but i am better than all of you except maybe some academic and well groomed loser

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 01:45:15 2013 No.3306415 >>3305090 This was great.

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 01:51:15 2013 No.3306424

somewhere there is
someone monitoring this
thread, refreshing and
waiting
to be acknowledged
by any stranger because
he is sad and alone and
hasn't had a
genuine conversation
with another human that he
can recall because
this is 4chan and today is
new years day
and this thread is undoubtedly
harbouring
several losers

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 02:10:15 2013 No.3306467 This is definitely not poetry. Not even an attempt. I'm just watching the sun rise, and all is good and it's 2013. Thanks.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 02:48:15 2013 No.3306598 >>3290034 :D thanks >>3304541 This reads a lot like Heather Christle, I like it

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 03:07:15 2013 No.3306675

Sittin' here, chillin' like I'm made of ice
Don't try to burn me, I'm lacking nice thrice
I'm a soldier of stone, my heart is stone cold
Emotionless, motionless, I created the mold.

Stand on your feet if you want to live
Raise one up if you've wounds to show
Both in the air if you're meant to die
But get off your back and say no, no, no!

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 03:34:15 2013 No.3306727 New Year Drop in a pond Of galaxial fabric Spanning the distance 2013

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 03:41:15 2013 No.3306730

Arch the cuntrag silhouettes
sing Bathseba without it
got her lady fed, the winnows torn
come Audrey white with linen

All the bells sang out in pirouette
the gatling clucked at harbor
lust sang through her drawers
came latching for the siren

Marrow, drag of bones
a clasping withrose mourning
plaster, Jezebel
the right from out her cradle

spark white ladlefell
the hounds of hell surrundered
clacking pots of jimson,
pirouette,
the belfry's liddled tower

Sing, white Jezebel
your arches gilded proper
as a lady in the snow
clucks out the virgin
in the road
and howls the nightsing,
bitter vinaigrette
the cloaking of the siren
love her,
say she loves another in the bell

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 03:48:15 2013 No.3306740 Picture Foster Wallace with a shotgun in your face as all the nascent guthash in your bowels make them vacant nix a trace

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 04:17:15 2013 No.3306789 There once was a man named chad who went along with all fads being creative he just could not do oh no wait a minute that wasn't chad but was you

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 04:50:15 2013 No.3306830 cynicism withdrawals from the dose of love repressed hate or an act of love? fear burning in a fired heart

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 05:42:15 2013 No.3306887

To hold her hand
For just one minute
Under the muted stars
Amidst the smell of marijuana
The sounds of drunken revelry
The crack of the fireworks that go
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM

God she is beautiful,
In the half-light of a sideways glance,
I'd love to lean over and kiss her
on the lips, but I know I can't,
know I never will.

BOOM BOOM BOOM
Go the fireworks
And then they to,
fade away into the night,
And we awaken from our trance,
walk through the crowd,
hardly speak a word.

I'm in bed,
Alone.
It's quiet now,
I'm warm and a bit sad.
I held her hand for a few minutes,
Can't that be enough?
No, of course not,

But for just another minute...
Oh God,
Just to hold her hand a moment longer,
To be close to her again...
God, there is nothing right now I would not do.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 06:21:15 2013 No.3306955 The flame lickers beyond my sight The same sickness beyond my light one for you, one for me one for all the world to see oh what poetic justice has thee neither reddit nor 4chan will pay my alimony

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 06:27:16 2013 No.3306966 This is a poem in translation : . / . / /

Dump Tue Jan 1 06:28:16 2013 No.3306968

Mumma, Pappa look at me
I’m a fuckin poet
I write lines for fun
Wish for a better son

Doctor, Lawyer, Accountant?
The gods incarnate
Must pray for them
Six times a day

Hey friends!
I’m a fuckin poet
I write lines for fun
Man, what’ve I done?

Computer games, Porno, Soccer
The landlords from hell
Must play with them
Six times a day

Hey God!
I’m a fuckin poet
I write lines for fun
As pious as a nun!

Heaven on earth
What a bitch
Must pay for it
That’s when you rent for it

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 06:44:15 2013 No.3306993

Crushing grapes
In my hands
Hands become sticky.

Go to wash them.
Hair is clogging the sink
Oh there is no end to this
Rush upstairs
The stairwell is lacquered
smooth to the touch

The water is warm
Too warm
It burns me
The cruel reminder of uncertainty washes over
Then fades back into the utter mundanity of the day to day

The day to day
The sunlight shines over the horizon
Breaking the ocean into view
Has it been twelve hours
staring at the burn

It has formed a bubble, pestulant yet sanitary
A world all unto its own
Where are the foreign agents
Like the legions of Spartan few
Shields clashing 'gainst the Eastern threat
I burst with lesion that universe all unto its own

Out pours the healing nectar
The body's panacea
Exposing fettered skin
To the chilling elements of nature

Is it night again?
Still I stare, I know not why
Moonlight hides what sun once knew

***to be continued, if you want***

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 06:48:15 2013 No.3307000 Should the geometry of typography play into your creative impetus? Serious question.

>>	Behemoth !!Twl3DmqEY/B Tue Jan 1 07:01:15 2013 No.3307016 >>3307000 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concrete_poetry

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 07:06:15 2013 No.3307019 fucked a bitch in other words she was a hoe ripp'd her vag she needs a stitch the blood didnt stop the blow

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 08:20:01 2013 No.3307107 >>3307019 I dig it fairly og

Anonymous Tue Jan 1 09:06:13 2013 No.3307152

#teamgaysoreass

You want to look at hashtags
and recognize what they don't
put to their numbered signs:

lists of sexual positions best
fit to stroke the clit
in magazines like Diva
or advice on cleaning up
juice from spit-roast supper
(drop one p, just as super)
before her hubby fluffer
gets off.

instead, it says
how he takes it
and what he feels:
out the back, a
hushed squeal, re
leasing himself to
what she wants,
a cock all hers to
rock.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 20:46:12 2013 No.3309364 Ass It was always for the ass that i'd embarrass myself like a jackass In front of large, bubbled assed chicks Thinking about it makes me feel like an asshole.

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 20:50:12 2013 No.3309374 In Flander's field the poppies blew and you the same to Johnny the pecker and the holly Sing to you

>>	Anonymous Tue Jan 1 20:50:12 2013 No.3309375 baby cryin in the other room little hole in a condom spelt doom jokes on that cuz i didn't wear one

Anonymous Wed Jan 2 06:29:13 2013 No.3310805

--My thoughts at age 8--

I burned the toast that morning
Dropped the butter on the floor.
Spilled bitter coffee in the kitchen
had to cower by the door.

In he came, the giant
stomping with fists raised
Hit me with his first hand,
with the second he just grazed

At that time I couldn't fight
couldn't stop the blows
But one day, I knew, I could hit him back
Beat him, stand tall on my toes

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 06:58:10 2013 No.3310829 I asked to be forever young And got acne for my birthday

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 07:47:09 2013 No.3310873 words words words words words words words would be should be could be and wannabe a thoughtful exhalation of the yesterday to be tap tap tap tomorrow's forgotten commiserations

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 07:59:09 2013 No.3310899 I ate my lunch all on my own It didn't taste like it did before Not a single moment savored that day Not like back then A gentle smile and half-eaten tuna meal, My favorite

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 08:48:09 2013 No.3310944 Echoed barks Recorded by the wind Traveling dog Swirling and twisting Earth's bestfriend A tree's dance friend A whistling boy's playfriend

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 09:03:09 2013 No.3310953 I am the only man who understands poetry, and I'm not even a man rather a baby forced to drink from the toilet strangled by fairy lights, refused sobriety-- replaced with sex by gypsy nights of excess finally ran over by a Vagisil salesman

Anonymous Wed Jan 2 09:08:16 2013 No.3310961

When I was a younger lad I used to sit there, then:
Thinking of things to say whilst twirling a pen
Eerie, regardless of my will or whimsy
A thought then suddenly dominated my head!
Despite all these conquests and victories
- Though pleasantly appeasing my false seemings -
I stand here now, defeated.
'Nary a chance nor fate to guide me
Blind to all but the bleakest destiny
Must I chase these false fantasies?
My reality an illusion -what then becomes of me!?
If it really then must be this way, I just have to say, as the blind man said to the waitress: "I'll have the Tao Lin."

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 09:10:47 2013 No.3310964 bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance,

Anonymous Wed Jan 2 09:33:09 2013 No.3310996

Sonnet 2

Senses are friends of the conscious mind
Aesthetics interpreted by rationale.
Transcendentalism is what I find
Makes sense; to think of your body as a pal.

What mystery unfolds when carnage rests!
Senses stripped of conscious activity.
Leaving the mind to its own loneliness,
To experience quite a fantasy.

What are dreams and that R.E.M slumber?
Is it but your mind creating a friend?
There is no sight for puzzles and numbers,
Only time until body and mind mend.

I do not honestly seek an answer,
Only to question why dreams may matter.

Anonymous Wed Jan 2 10:14:15 2013 No.3311048

Alright!
What was that, Hedwig?
Have we got some bitches to kill?
You know I be rappin' so ill, the H.P.
But not the Lovecraft (Though Ginny did indeed want the D after a bit of spellcraft)
Wreaking eldritch horrors on that fine ass
Shit you couldn't patronum away,
But that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to this fool I'm about to slay -
Hey! Motherfucker who the fuck am I?
Harry Potter BITCH! and it's not going to be pretty when I blast your faggot ass in a totally non-homosexual way
Take you back to Gringotts and have some goblins wear your face to a masquerade, bitches know I can pay
You know I don't play.
You beg outside the bank
While I'm inside at play
Swimming in my fat stacks and
Rare magical artifacts
Ain't inheritance great?

Oh, what? You're parents weren't powerful wizards? That must suck.
Devoid of my greatness you insult me, but y'all going to have to take a back seat

My only regret- I should have gone Slytherin
'Cause Gryffindor don't take kindly to just how bad I'm gonna be fucking you up, pussy!

You know you can't play me.

H.P. OUT!

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 10:41:15 2013 No.3311082 an icy cavern, within holding a delight, sculptures natural, fractal. lost, it ended his venture, the untimely death of young curiosity.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 10:48:15 2013 No.3311092 Posture of waiter eager to serve; Disrupted silence in a deep wet cave. Can I be Ezra Pound now?

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 10:51:34 2013 No.3311098 Why must I express myself? Who would listen? Everything will end one day, why bother? Let's all just sit down and die.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 10:54:21 2013 No.3311103 tired, tired, look at the time so many poems and none that rhyme it's a hard life, don't you know I planted seeds of discontent in a tiny row worth more than a dollar but less than a dime around me the tendrils grow

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 15:33:16 2013 No.3311975 >>3275597 I liked this

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 18:34:10 2013 No.3312518 >>3306968 I know these feels, man.

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 19:33:38 2013 No.3312753 man this should be archived

>>	Anonymous Wed Jan 2 21:43:35 2013 No.3313184 I sit on my couch, lamenting life All of the events I pass up, all of my strife But do I fix things? Do I move? No! I sit and stare and try to prove That my life has some sort of meaning for me Which, to give life meaning is my responsibility

>>	Anonymous Thu Jan 3 00:27:24 2013 No.3313757 Cheers to a new year though I'm still the same bitter man as last year I hope to change my ways. I'll grow stronger and hopeful and - Fuck it, pass the booze

>>	Anonymous Thu Jan 3 00:46:26 2013 No.3313841 >>3313757 Probably would've been better had I cut that "year" in the second line. Ruins the already shitty flow.

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