5 minute poetry - Page 17

Ravenhurst · 06-15-2004, 12:16 AM

The sprites dance in the light
the snow falls gently
another celebration night
commences in the thatch

the game is roasting
on the spit
with fairies boasting
of their catch

it ran like mad
quite entertaining
to the glad
and eager sprites

no creature living
fled so long
its wind started giving
it fell to these mites

who now feast on tender meat
sparing not a part.
Eating skin, ears, and feet,
genitals, thumbs, and eyes

it spurs them on
they toss and roll
the human's gone
left to the flies

Considerably more morbid than I thought it was going to be. Reminds me of an older poem;

Burning burnished burgundy
esoteric air
gleaming glist’ning glowing spring
murky, calm, and fair
running through the snowy wood
staining what it could
consecrating fallen joy
looks nought but a boy.
The blemished fiend
has made his mark
the snow keeps falling
white and stark

Which I thought was about a kid in a red coat peeing in the snow, but now see it as possibly the corpse of a mutilated young person lying in the woods bleeding. Who knows?

darkt0aster · 06-15-2004, 04:19 PM

Alone I sit
Not physically alone
Surrounded by many
disconnected and different

A baby A death A party
A fortune A failure A friend
Talk drowns me
In waters alien

Filling my person
From foot to ear
But far from the brain
With the cancer of conversation

What they say
I should care
Should remember
but no...

It doesn't near the depths of mind
but quickly acends to the shallows
They offer a thread of speech
To one bearing scissors

Different and disconnected
Involved with few
There but not
Alone stands the nihilist

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anyways another poem i was working on but lost a long time ago was the epic saga of bill and ted...i only remember one stanza well.

Down drops the phonebooth towards Ted and I
Moving faster than our fall to hell but from the sky
We had no idea why it came our way
"Strange things are afoot at the Circle K."

Osterbaum · 06-17-2004, 10:13 AM

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined to what I've shown

Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined to what I've known

Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven

This is not mine. It's a song by Metallica called The Unforgiven. God I wish it were mine. I could have come up with it, but now that it has allready been done...

I'l post my own someday when I get my internet to work. I'm not at my own computer right now.

very popular guitar chord · 06-18-2004, 07:53 PM

Some expiermental poetry;

Born
i am a cityscape yearning for clearer skies

i am an open field wanting company

Demon with a Glass Hand · 06-19-2004, 01:20 AM

Better than Sex

As the sun

rises.

It rises.

Streaking of light both

warm and cold.

Lying on my pillow as I am,

I groan.
Pull my blanket over my head,
and groan some more.

Unsteadily my hand, it grasps air again and again and again,
until it finds my clock.

Blood is no where close to my eyes

and the stupid red LCDs are hard to read.

But it's morning. Early morning. And I don't work today.

And that, to sum it all up, is the single

the absolute single

greatest feeling ever.

And, in my knowledge of that, I bury my head deeper
into my pillows
and go right

back
to
sleep
.
.
.

... ... ...

Lycanthrope · 06-19-2004, 01:51 AM

...

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Thank you.

Osterbaum · 06-19-2004, 10:47 AM

I have had some time to write and so far I have come up with these. They are both 5minute, I assure you.

Number one (I never come up with names...I'm not good about coming up with names):

When you look at me
It makes me melt (this one's a bit...clisee...)
I become what I want to be
It shines to what I've felt

You make me complete
You make me hole(sp?)
No one can compete
I'm just your own

Number two:

Surrounded by many
I still feel alone
There's just not any
Place like home

This is a short one. I'm thinking that I could continue it somehow...

Number three (Wrote it now):

People talk about faith
I only see hate
Why is it so hard
To believe in god
Or do people mean
You should have a hart pure and clean
To believe in love
Believe that there is the one
People say thats how you'l be hole
Have faith and not be alone
I find that hard...
I'l just draw a card
And hope for the best
And my luck not to be at rest

Cat · 06-19-2004, 10:53 AM

Every day just seems the same,
People treating life like a game,
Going through everyday motions,
Now and then a small comotion,
Life is long, some people say,
Others say its short,
Live it your way,
Everyone has problems,
Some don't know what to do,
But there is always someone there,
To help out me and you,
Sometimes you'll have a bad day,
Nothing will seem to go your way,
And when all things are said and done,
Did you really have no fun?
Your day, couldn't possibly be all bad,
Remember the positives,
Forget the sad,
Remember your laughs,
And not your tears,
Being positive,
Will help you through your years.

Funka Genocide · 06-19-2004, 07:19 PM

the ripples will end soon
silently and forever
better to assume
the same again, never

take flight on wings
made not for flying
see so many things
before you end up dying

vaunted and austere
the sedentary notion
its all that it appears
except when put in motion

glimpsed a sight defined
a moment far too late
willingly defied
the need to contemplate

wonders still compile
yet no one ever wonders
recorded and refiled
repetitive the blunders

causes and effects
they all seem so simple
face without defects
inside the heart is cripple

***RaiRai*** · 06-20-2004, 04:38 AM

You're blinded by lust
Run, stick or bust
Fail to see her true side
Within your 'love', hide
Believe what you will
She'll play the game still
Until you fall prey
Now, come what may
She'll wrap you tight
With her venomous might
What can't you see?
In the bitch that is she?
You're captured by charm
That does nothing but harm
And you think it's okay
To allow yourself to stray
But just open your eyes
To your bitter demise
And see that her game
Has one true aim
To make you fall through
And to make a fool of you...

06-15-2004, 12:16 AM	#161
Ravenhurst Pope, Tsar, Righteous Ass Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 125	The sprites dance in the light the snow falls gently another celebration night commences in the thatch the game is roasting on the spit with fairies boasting of their catch it ran like mad quite entertaining to the glad and eager sprites no creature living fled so long its wind started giving it fell to these mites who now feast on tender meat sparing not a part. Eating skin, ears, and feet, genitals, thumbs, and eyes it spurs them on they toss and roll the human's gone left to the flies Considerably more morbid than I thought it was going to be. Reminds me of an older poem; Burning burnished burgundy esoteric air gleaming glist’ning glowing spring murky, calm, and fair running through the snowy wood staining what it could consecrating fallen joy looks nought but a boy. The blemished fiend has made his mark the snow keeps falling white and stark Which I thought was about a kid in a red coat peeing in the snow, but now see it as possibly the corpse of a mutilated young person lying in the woods bleeding. Who knows? __________________ "Maybe in the future they use laser beams as currency. That would be the coolest wallet ever."

06-15-2004, 04:19 PM	#162
darkt0aster Toastdoken! Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: The middle of everywhere and nowhere at the same time: Rolla, MO Posts: 768	Alone I sit Not physically alone Surrounded by many disconnected and different A baby A death A party A fortune A failure A friend Talk drowns me In waters alien Filling my person From foot to ear But far from the brain With the cancer of conversation What they say I should care Should remember but no... It doesn't near the depths of mind but quickly acends to the shallows They offer a thread of speech To one bearing scissors Different and disconnected Involved with few There but not Alone stands the nihilist --------------------------------------- anyways another poem i was working on but lost a long time ago was the epic saga of bill and ted...i only remember one stanza well. Down drops the phonebooth towards Ted and I Moving faster than our fall to hell but from the sky We had no idea why it came our way "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K." __________________ Fun Jack Thompson Links: His website: http://www.stopkill.com (good for a few laughs). Hie e-mail: jackpeace@comcast.net (good luck!) His phone number: 305-666-4366 (I'm wondering about that middle bit :bmage: ) A comparison between Jack and a sane human being (Tim Buckley of Ctrl+Alt+Del). An odd e-mail exchange between him and Scott of VGcats. Apparently, he has a history of insanity.

06-17-2004, 10:13 AM	#163
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	What I've felt What I've known Never shined to what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined to what I've known Never free Never me So I dub thee unforgiven This is not mine. It's a song by Metallica called The Unforgiven. God I wish it were mine. I could have come up with it, but now that it has allready been done... I'l post my own someday when I get my internet to work. I'm not at my own computer right now. __________________ D is for Dirty Commie!

06-18-2004, 07:53 PM	#164
very popular guitar chord the one often played Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 16	Some expiermental poetry; Born i am a cityscape yearning for clearer skies i am an open field wanting company __________________ - i'm a very popular guitar chord - people play me all the time

06-19-2004, 01:20 AM	#165
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Better than Sex As the sun rises. It rises. Streaking of light both warm and cold. Lying on my pillow as I am, I groan. Pull my blanket over my head, and groan some more. Unsteadily my hand, it grasps air again and again and again, until it finds my clock. Blood is no where close to my eyes and the stupid red LCDs are hard to read. But it's morning. Early morning. And I don't work today. And that, to sum it all up, is the single the absolute single greatest feeling ever. And, in my knowledge of that, I bury my head deeper into my pillows and go right back to sleep . . . ... ... ... __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.

06-19-2004, 01:51 AM	#166
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	Silence: In the spirit of John Cage ... --------------------------------------------------------- Thank you. __________________ "With these seven easy steps, you, too, can be the authoritarian despot of your own principality. Machiavelli, your road to happiness" "I shoot Flying Monkies!" "Christmas had it coming its what it gets for taking over thanksgiving and threatening halloween with its weapons of mass consumerism" "Death to All Fanatics!" Official RP Action God Lycanthropic Poem "FOR YOU THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE." -Death Krylo and BMG are apparently my bitches.

06-19-2004, 10:47 AM	#167
Osterbaum The revolution will be memed! Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: FIN Posts: 5,967	I have had some time to write and so far I have come up with these. They are both 5minute, I assure you. Number one (I never come up with names...I'm not good about coming up with names): When you look at me It makes me melt (this one's a bit...clisee...) I become what I want to be It shines to what I've felt You make me complete You make me hole(sp?) No one can compete I'm just your own Number two: Surrounded by many I still feel alone There's just not any Place like home This is a short one. I'm thinking that I could continue it somehow... Number three (Wrote it now): People talk about faith I only see hate Why is it so hard To believe in god Or do people mean You should have a hart pure and clean To believe in love Believe that there is the one People say thats how you'l be hole Have faith and not be alone I find that hard... I'l just draw a card And hope for the best And my luck not to be at rest __________________ D is for Dirty Commie! Last edited by Osterbaum; 03-09-2005 at 04:44 AM.

06-19-2004, 10:53 AM	#168
Cat Must stab you... Join Date: May 2004 Location: Behind you, with a knife. Posts: 316	Every day just seems the same, People treating life like a game, Going through everyday motions, Now and then a small comotion, Life is long, some people say, Others say its short, Live it your way, Everyone has problems, Some don't know what to do, But there is always someone there, To help out me and you, Sometimes you'll have a bad day, Nothing will seem to go your way, And when all things are said and done, Did you really have no fun? Your day, couldn't possibly be all bad, Remember the positives, Forget the sad, Remember your laughs, And not your tears, Being positive, Will help you through your years. __________________ I am not senDing sublimInal mEssages!

06-19-2004, 07:19 PM	#169
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Chance the ripples will end soon silently and forever better to assume the same again, never take flight on wings made not for flying see so many things before you end up dying vaunted and austere the sedentary notion its all that it appears except when put in motion glimpsed a sight defined a moment far too late willingly defied the need to contemplate wonders still compile yet no one ever wonders recorded and refiled repetitive the blunders causes and effects they all seem so simple face without defects inside the heart is cripple

06-20-2004, 04:38 AM	#170
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	You're blinded by lust Run, stick or bust Fail to see her true side Within your 'love', hide Believe what you will She'll play the game still Until you fall prey Now, come what may She'll wrap you tight With her venomous might What can't you see? In the bitch that is she? You're captured by charm That does nothing but harm And you think it's okay To allow yourself to stray But just open your eyes To your bitter demise And see that her game Has one true aim To make you fall through And to make a fool of you... __________________ I AM FURIOUS

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