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Anyone else out there like to write poetry in some form or another? Post it up.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:33 am
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ibuprofen



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Inundation


I burnt the roof of my mouth on a slice of pizza,
the all-you-can-eat TV of tomorrow.

Spring-to-life drawing book with
armor-clad gutter-bug populous of the Atlantic.

Quick to make a bold claim that music still breathes,
looking past the thin alchemy of idols.

New-age under-worked over-paid re-mastered heads,
picket the news-channels circus of commercials.

Spot-on-plush-pickings itching to count cycles,
when the uniform tyrants decline to comment.

God kept the print a secret from duplication,
exhausting the intelligent design of our ancestors.

So the people in charge canceled the show.
The chewed-up queen nursed the glitch.

Iím dying from high cholesterol and footwork imbalance,
with spoon-fed therapeutic estrogen stability.

Kill the static of an upbringing hung in Jesus junkies.
Replace the bible with sex, drugs, pizza, and combat.

Thanks to science, I canít trust death anymore,
so I pack lady lucks placenta full of flowers.

Scratch the analog whimper to digital
after Iíve confirmed the signals to be fake.

Like some crumbling dark-day alcoholic,
promising that every grand-finally renders love.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:50 am
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Twin Fish

I wonder if these currents are chains or guides.
The fin movements I've picked up aren't designed for speed and power.
I've been lead to assume, that that was the currents job.
A certain ammount of trust must be offered to these currents in order to maintain sanity within their bounds.
Oh yes. There ARE questions. Unfortunately, who to ask, is one of them.
I toss myself about, the illusion of control is indifferent to the untrained eye.
Sometimes, the current changes.
Sometimes, it throws me forward with such wreckless speed that there's nothing I can do but flail my little fins, hoping that onlookers might mistake my lack of control for determination.
Sometimes, the current is slow.
This is when I have time to look around at the ocean.
My world.
I wonder what it's like outside this current.
It looks so vast, that I can only it imagine it being nothing or everything.
For no good reason whatsoever, it's time to find out.
After a brief, painful struggle, I'm out.
I teeter weightlessly in the middle of space.
Words like "infinite" and "eternity" swim through my mind just before a sudden momment of terror, when I realize that the current is going on without me, unchanged.
I start to travel in a random direction.
When I realized each advance in distance I made was now direcly associated to the cause, which was now my tail and fins, I had to stop for a momment.
I had to be sure that the charade was over.
In my world,
it's winter all year.
It's night, all day.
Sadness, is never followed by happiness.
Thus,
winter isn't winter... it's weather.
Night isn't night, it's twenty-four hours.
Sadness is just the way things are.
There is no sky above my ocean.
One-sided sea saws line the parks where one gendered children would play if there was such thing as a contrast to work.
"Half is nothing"
If I knew what was missing, I'd have some idea of what wasn't.
You came dancing across the my path from a direction that doesn't exist.
You swam circles around me, so playfully, that seahorses filled the suddenly complete sea saws before I had a chance to exhale.
Words like "balance", "complete", and "whole" splash around my mind just before our fins brush against one an other for the first time.
It took soaking in all of your wildly vibrant colors to notice my own.
Which, when observed closer, appear to be exactly the same as yours.
My first spring morning.
Math has never mattered, but the chances of finding my twin fish in an endless ocean are pondered with pure joy.
Swim wherever you'd like twinfish, I'll feel your strokes from across the sea.
We share this body.
This body of water.
Currents are overrated
and
My twin fish exists.


-Mikey Mo
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:00 am
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legitimate



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Posts: 27
Location: Modesto, CA/ Brentwood, CA
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My favorite part: (do you write a lot?)
Thanks to science, I canít trust death anymore,
so I pack lady lucks placenta full of flowers.

Scratch the analog whimper to digital
after Iíve confirmed the signals to be fake.


Wellll hers minee go easy on me lol...

the words draft smoothly out the lips of one
like untainted smoke expanding into an atmosphere full of global warming
as it seeps through a whole it takes less of a toll
somewhere through the depths of that whole it hits a man craving wisdom
seeping deep into his brain awaiting, to commence
commencing and detracting from others points of view
lets the world and all see something new and making a point breakthrough
expanding thoughts and meanings like a lightningstorm striking randomly
is there some probability of this strike?
shall all fear wisom that it may bite?
should all dwell within a pool of their own thoughts
building up eagerly in distrought
sweltering in opinion
letting an inner narcisist emerge is unknown
like unwritten laws as such in a mans own subcontious
inject through the veins....meaning soo strong its death on arrival
expell from the mist of cloudy thoughts
dwell in others wisdom and not be unkept in a tombstone
not ready to grow
not ready to know
not ready to take on the chance to freelance your soul
give you the chance to bury others in the deepest of holes
why waste a mind capable of such expansion
a mind not kept to be exclusive but to help make others feel elusive

as for me ill continue to grow, continue to know
maybe one day ill be able to show
a life complete
a heart many would like to meet
someone u cant beat
eat your heart out
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:01 am
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Location: Modesto, CA/ Brentwood, CA
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I reallly like this part
Sometimes, the current changes.
Sometimes, it throws me forward with such wreckless speed that there's nothing I can do but flail my little fins, hoping that onlookers might mistake my lack of control for determination.
Sometimes, the current is slow.
This is when I have time to look around at the ocean.
My world.

"Half is nothing"
If I knew what was missing, I'd have some idea of what wasn't.
You came dancing across the my path from a direction that doesn't exist.
You swam circles around me, so playfully, that seahorses filled the suddenly complete sea saws before I had a chance to exhale.
Words like "balance", "complete", and "whole" splash around my mind just before our fins brush against one an other for the first time.


good shit patrick
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:04 am
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ibuprofen



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legitimate wrote:
My favorite part: (do you write a lot?)
Thanks to science, I canít trust death anymore,
so I pack lady lucks placenta full of flowers.

Scratch the analog whimper to digital
after Iíve confirmed the signals to be fake.


Wellll hers minee go easy on me lol...

the words draft smoothly out the lips of one
like untainted smoke expanding into an atmosphere full of global warming
as it seeps through a whole it takes less of a toll
somewhere through the depths of that whole it hits a man craving wisdom
seeping deep into his brain awaiting, to commence
commencing and detracting from others points of view
lets the world and all see something new and making a point breakthrough
expanding thoughts and meanings like a lightningstorm striking randomly
is there some probability of this strike?
shall all fear wisom that it may bite?
should all dwell within a pool of their own thoughts
building up eagerly in distrought
sweltering in opinion
letting an inner narcisist emerge is unknown
like unwritten laws as such in a mans own subcontious
inject through the veins....meaning soo strong its death on arrival
expell from the mist of cloudy thoughts
dwell in others wisdom and not be unkept in a tombstone
not ready to grow
not ready to know
not ready to take on the chance to freelance your soul
give you the chance to bury others in the deepest of holes
why waste a mind capable of such expansion
a mind not kept to be exclusive but to help make others feel elusive

as for me ill continue to grow, continue to know
maybe one day ill be able to show
a life complete
a heart many would like to meet
someone u cant beat
eat your heart out


my only complaint is that it rhymes too much. i don't so much like poetry that rhymes, but that's just me. keep the rhymes suble.

Ya, I do write a lot. A LOT. I don't watch TV, I write.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:30 am
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ibuprofen



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here's another short ones of mine

Lifted

Wedged into red coil glow
knives soak the heat.
Placed to pinches of green
and pressed together slowly.

A flood of smoke
pulled up,
sings to my senses
and dances in my mouth.

Iíve learned to adapt
attempting to locate a balance.
Striving to stand
with a muddled intellect.

Exhale on my feet Ė getting lifted.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:38 am
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its just nice to able to get your thoughts out on paper. its just as good as a long discussion that your opinionated about, but its like your point of view will always win. aha
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:39 am
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ibuprofen wrote:
here's another short ones of mine

Lifted

Wedged into red coil glow
knives soak the heat.
Placed to pinches of green
and pressed together slowly.

A flood of smoke
pulled up,
sings to my senses
and dances in my mouth.

Iíve learned to adapt
attempting to locate a balance.
Striving to stand
with a muddled intellect.

Exhale on my feet Ė getting lifted.


i like it...title says it alll. What strives u to write about what ya do? Heres a moer non-rhyming one i did.

As a pen glides across a paper, thoughts are flowing like a ink gel
instrument , smooth running, word stunning flow....creating a sense of
false interpretation, contemplation of things and lifes unequal
balance revolving around law and newtons name....always disputed. Our
lives are here.... circles calculating math and things that should be
computed. Computed activity compared to the theorems of those who makes
sense of ones binding contract of life. Sacrificial honors to thy gods,
that condemn, and create a public right and wrong, fulfillment of
strife. One must abide and may not subside, taking life for a ride. Full
of rules. Rules that cut into ones side like a knife. Blood flows
freely from a laceration pouring out infected as like the thoughts of any philosophical
struggle. A gentle touch, sends pain through a spine creating a
categorical impairment. Reminding a life full political indiferences
always cause a man to question his honor. Will his life remain worth
living. Symptoms gain as a name once known is forgotten. Life alone is better than
what one brings. Bringing solitary grief may not esteem one to a better
life but may empower a man to speak freely of how he feels and god so help anyone in his way.
makes me me.
And that helps me beleive what I think life should be and how you all can
see.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:44 am
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erich



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i immediately regret that decision.

instead, here's some sample-based poetry.

america (by klipshutz)

i want all the women
all the money
and all the fun

i want every rainbow
all the lulz
and a personalized introduction to osama

i want a death list
transparent skin
and a cat with no hair

i want everything
i have nothing
i will negotiate


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Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 11:12 am
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Mac Lethal
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Mac Lethal - "Turf Rap (Ride Through the Hood)"

Lyrics from a new satire I wrote.

Man, I pimp these hoes, I'm a mothafuckin' gangsta packin',
I got an AK-47 named Blanket Jackson,
I got two guns I use to rob chains,
one's named Cory Feldman, one's named Cory Haim,
you fucktard,
I got a $50,000 ice sculpture of Jean Claude Van Damme in my front yard,
I got Jean Claude Van Damme in my back yard,
hanging out with Tony Montana discussing mafia movies,
rappers don't think I deal drugs with a pistol near,
until I show them pie graphs of my fiscal year,
I would say my coc-binges are colossal,
but I can't blow coc-- there's rims up in my nostrils,
but I do shoot 17 people a day,
that's the quota if you wanna rap this way,
faggots,
I'm trying to bring these dumb motherfuckers to their senses,
and tell the kids they gotta stop disrespecting bitches,
'cuz I'm looking through my pistol weapon lenses,
and crossing all these busters off my Smith and Weston shitlist,
'cuz I'm the stereotypical white rapper. I"M FUCKING CRAZY.

{refrain x2}
ride through the hood,
as I grip on the wood,
and I don't give a fuck,
'cuz I'm packing me a little gun,
light me a blunt,
gonna kill me a chump,
bitch I do what I want,
so I'm prollly killing everyone

I could go to Iraq,
and both armies would put the guns down and be like,
"WHAT UP MAC?"
and I'd be like, "SHUT UP BITCHES, I'M HERE TO SELL CRACK,
and quit kicking sand on my God damn Cadillac,"
machine-gun cell-phone, I got a pocket full of kidneeeey stoones,
you ever put your lips on chrome? bitch,
spare me the pissed off groans,
I got a buffalo shredder that'll jigsaw bones,
I got a gun that's no better that'll twist off domes,
disenthralled, I hit cops homes, with a 6 shot poem,
find shelter, let my shorty dive in it,
so fresh I change shoes every 45 minutes,
man I hustle so hard, that I gotta take a nap in the jacuzzi in the backyard sometimes, but that's ALRIGHT,
I got a grill in my mouth,
I mean I got a 3 burner gas-powered grill in my mouth,
fuck that, I got a damn bar and grill in my mouth,
and you can get a FUCKING cheeseburger when you're hungry,
I don't care if a girl wants to fuck me,
'cuz gangsters don't have sex we have money... BIOOOOOOTCH.

{refrain x2}
ride through the hood,
as I grip on the wood,
and I don't give a fuck,
'cuz I'm packing me a little gun,
light me a blunt,
gonna kill me a chump,
bitch I do what I want,
so I'm prollly killing everyone
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 12:00 pm
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That shit had me rollin, mac.



I know I'm afraid of heights
I also know why I am afraid of heights
Its like, I'm six feet six inches tall with socks on
Shoes are only going to make me taller
So, while your center of gravity is keeping you low and tight
mine has a center ankle high to smashing my head on the ceiling's lights,
which makes it abundantly clear;
Architecture now a days
isn't design for Viking's like me.

There's not a railing in any hemisphere high enough
that can contain me well enough
to feel safe near any ledge greater than five feet.
You see, a bar running at knee height isn't going to prevent me from falling
anymore than it is going to use my heightened, extended, overstretched leverage
to send me arms out, legs up, flying, head first straight down,
once again smashing my head.

Bars and barriers don't reach high enough for me to feel secure behind them.
I approach with the utmost balance and outward stretch
for the safety of an anchored object to grasp onto.
Before I slowly edge, ever so slightly forward
until I can peer far enough over,
and feel the upward draft acting on my body as a sail
pushing me forward enough to make me feel so unsettled
that I back away from my railing protected cliff of doom.

As I back off, still shaking and insecure
less vertically advanced people come up
nonchalant of the impending danger and
seemingly about to make a running dive
head first, into a pool of air.
this makes me extremely unsettled, nervous,
and think I'm about to witness a mass munchkin suicide.
as they approach the very edge,
their little legs come to a rapid stop, at the rails,
and they gawk over the drop, serenely
like they were staring off of their own front porch.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 12:10 pm
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Pond



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PatrickBateman wrote:
Twin Fish
[...]
-Mikey Mo


I like your poem man!

I translated this one real quick:

Lying on my back at the beach,
The sky's a world upside down,
A blue ocean full of big white mountains.
Post Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:02 pm
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vince.
is vintge vince? vince vintge vincge?


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here's a verse i wrote last week

keep your trash talk in its bin
you've been dumping since last year. it's been stinking ever since
masters agree the only technique
to win over a man is to do the best you possibly can
there seems to be a seed in me
it grows with wisdom and tells me not everything comes easily
amused by the fact that every time i catch a dream
the morning i awake i realize it isn't what it... seems
to be another seed in me
apparently, it suffered fatal burns to the third degree
"why did you murder me?" the reoccurring words that see
its way into a cloud of smoke caused by the burning leaves
it doesn't matter who said it first or who said it best
as long as its been said
chosen to testify in the witness seat
to tell what happened on the night when tv killed the industry
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Im 97 pounds
Yes 97-100 pounds for everyone who asks me
And the next time some one says ďI could just break you in halfĒ
Im gonna cut their balls off with the butterfly I keep in my thigh high and serve them up fired with Tabasco because im sure they will be bland and believe me I should know.
I love
I love someone who doesnít love me
I love the extended version of The Thunder Rolls
I love the cell block tango- pop-six-squish-uh-uh-Cicero-Lipshitz because he had it commin he only had them selves to blame
I love a good story about the past
I drink and I drink beer
Not wine not wine coolers not Bacardi Razz or Mikeís Lemonade
Just pop me open a can
Cuz I drink beer or kool-aid
I like to get all dolled up once and a while and the other while I like to be comfortable
And in between I like to lounge around the house naked or at least partially.
I like to sit on the couch wearing sweats and a bra with my legs open and my hand rested half way in my pants like Al Bundy
I hang out with the guys
90 percent because I wish I was one
And the other 10 percent because I grew up with 11 boys and laugh at fart talk
Enjoy camping with out a shower
Fast cars
Four-wheeling
Guns
Laughter and silence
(Cigarettes in the rain lasts forever and so do those nights in silent replay)
I am already showing signs of evolvement to becoming my parents
I talk through my teeth with im pissed
I work unnecessarily too much
And ďI hate rude behavior in a man. I won't tolerate itĒ
I could live my whole life in one moment but lifes not that generous
I have felt invincible and invisible, compassionate and hateful, loved and worthless, precious and trashy.
I have become
I think, I laugh, I cry, I smile,
Iíll kiss death on the cheek and throw a finger to eternity
And yes im still 97 pound
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