5 minute poetry

[Fifthfiend]

Quaint Kilamenjaros clap competitive Quixotos
in fashionable failures faced with felon'ous embrace
And o'er sweeping seas of sediment sedentarily space
the sizzling steam of sweet claret arose o'er night's imbrogilos.

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one!!

[Karenaide]

How can you say,
That life is fair?
Does blood not spill,
And everyone despair?
Life is a loop,
Repeating itself.
Everything's great,
Till' you're stuck on the shelf.

Yeah,

So I had a rough time,
Livin' my life,
It was filled with blood, conflict and strife.
I was born and I lived,
And till' the day that I died,
Every day I fought through life,
And everynight I cried.

Life is a loop,
Repeating itself.
Everything's great,
Till' you're stuck on the shelf.

I had a dream once,
Where I was doing okay,
It all worked out fine,
Until the dream was swept away.
Now I had that dream everyday since,
And I realized that I shouldn't be kicked

Around.

I stood up for myself,
And I found what was right.
I followed my path,
For I had found a light.
Cast by His hand,
I followed my path,
And as I lay in my grave,
I knew it was all past.
I would ascend into the light,
Where there was no hunger, pain or strife,
Where all was paradise.

Huh. I guess it's more of a song.

[Fifthfiend]

Pincers of the panthers dream of silver screen romanthers
for the blind make lovely danthers
and the brave o'ercome their canthers

And while Santa sleeps and drumbeats beat
we bleat to silent flights of fleet
Manchurians do manicure
our filial finanthers

Rap crititics say I'm just Money Cash Hos
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?

[Fifthfiend]

I'm a man on a mission!
Block the transmission
frission fire emissions omit
the non-terminal stages

Racecar the palindrome
While humanity raids the palace
Raise blade above the chalice
for the memory of ages!

Heroes ride down to dark
with failure for squires!
Black mask blank tracks detract
- Would you dance on the wires?

some of those who work forces
ARE THE SAME THAT BURN CROSSES!!!!
UNGH! YEAH!

[DeviousToast]

The Church of Yellow Leaves


Somewhere in the middle of Indiana, southbound on Highway 69 the northbound lanes go out of sight and there's just trees on both sides of the remaining two lanes: I drove through them around one in the afternoon on my way back from somewhere else when I felt myself slow and drop into what had to be a shard of paradise.

The trees on both sides of the two southbound Highway 69 lanes were a riot of red and orange and yellow with very little brown and a surprising amount of green still remaining, vibrant in their yearly death... dying with a bang rather than going quietly brown or just wilting and fading as some plants do.

There was a white moving van in front of me, one of those square varieties. I was in the right-most lane with him and behind me to my left in the passing lane was a maroon SUV and they were as much a part of the moment as the trees because they let me know it was really happening, a minor interjection of reality: That I wasn't alone.

The road itself bent to the left, hiding not in the horizon (which is how the drive up through Illinois was) but around the bend. It arced; a sweeping brush stroke of slate dotted with the mica of white dashes and yellow stripes, and vanished but a hundred feet ahead of me. And that vanishing point kept coming closer and still the trees continued. It was exciting, not being able to see where I was going to be in two hours.

The sun on that day was pretty high in the sky, as it feels in winter, where it's just an orb of searing light that burns cold, except it wasn't searing today because there were just enough clouds to mute it and disperse the eye-wrenching whiteness, lighting everything just like in the movies where there are no shadows and the colors sing with the vibrancy of new crayons and artificial dyes and the trees glow with that aura new snow possesses.

And this scene still wasn't complete because as I drove the wind kicked up (it was cold out that day) and blew across the road a swirling eddy of leaves, but not just any leaves: brilliant yellow leaves with no other colors mixed in and they tumbled across the road like cats playing and I drove through them and with a rush I finally felt that connection I've been missing for what feels years now. As this overwhelming feeling of stability overtook me, I smiled without meaning to and I haven't smiled that way in a long while.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Just fly away from me
So I can finally be free
All these things you've said
cant' get you from my head...

When will it be enough?!

Why do you feel so lost?
I keep telling myself
It is only just because...
This will not be enough!

All these things I've said
just get them outta your head!
You're all awry 'cause you
You try to forget, pretend!

You cannot believe such a lie!
(It doesn't matter what you've been!)
Why are you cornered and lost?
Just stop, turn and circle..

(We went away so we could be free..)

Beyond what you've cried!
With you, replace me instead!
Find the lost of my mind
Just get out of my head!

[Tyrazial]

Here's one I wrote 6 years ago when my fiance and I broke off the engagement. I actually wrote a good dozen or so the week it happened... it's pretty angsty and angry, so get ready for EMO OVERLOAD!. It's also the last peom I wrote, though I write stories nowadays. Just can't write a poem after writing so many bitter ones.

As a backstory, my fiance was molested by a married youth pastor at her church. After 3 months of trying to deal with happened, it became too much for her, and for me, and we broke it all off. There's some anti-god connotations in there as well. Sorry if they offend.

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The tear drops fall, they just won't stop
I hear them pour, I feel them drop
I can't stop crying, hard as I try
I wanna stop living, I just want to die

You were my muse, my inspiration
Now I am silent, a dying creation
My words fall mute, my ears are deaf
I sit here now, with shallow breath

I can not sing, I can not write
I have lost you, my one true light
Without you, my world is black
But now there is no turning back

What kills me most, despite is all
is we had no control of this fall
A man we trusted, a man of above
destroyed our trust, ruined our love

We let him into our simple life
We thought we could trust him, him and his wife
But than he betrayed us, violated you
And now there's nothing I can do

Seperated first by distance, now by hurt
Our love seems broken, lying in the dirt
The months that followed were the worst
As if God hated us, our love he cursed

I served him loyally, gave him all I could
You served him too, as christians should
And how did he repay us, for our faith
He ripped us apart, like some forsaken wraith

I am broken and beaten, a believer no more
I feel used and abused, like a good little whore
All of my life, wasted and spent
what was it for? What has it meant?

What kills me about this, hurts most of all
was how happy I felt, when we finished that call
After months of suffering, of watching us die
I was finally free, I could say goodbye

I am pathetic and sick, a mad awful cow
That I felt that way, and still do right now
I am damned to hell, forever to burn
I am wretched and cursed, and will get what I earned


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Years later, I kinda chuckle at it. It has an angsty Doctor Suess feel to it. At least to me.

[Funka Genocide]

he recalled, and so he called
the one he thought would always
the one who now belongs
to me

a scab, a fool, an enemy
and had the gall to test
without the nerve to stay
and face me

and my distaste
grows apace
for everyone involved
with him

so drop this load
this heavy pest
and hit the road
with me

[The Mirror Emperor]

These are lyrics..I've been out of the forums so long I assumed this is where they go. Enjoy..I titled them "Euphoria."

I want to drift into the wind
Until I reach my paradise
I will do this for the thrills
for the veil to be pulled over my eyes
I will trick my mind to thinking
I am somewhere far away
I shall lie here 'til it's over
I will wake to a new day

Standing up, sparks fly
My body dies
Taking the day with it
I slowly forget everything
that stings
Leaving for a daily visit

Somewhere in the illusions my body drowns
Lost all feeling in the flesh
but at least I don't feel down

Words fail me
This impales me
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

Mind decieved
But I don't grieve
So long as I get this rush now

Insatiable hunger
Now this will last longer
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

It doesn't exist
But I'm not pissed
So long as I get this rush now

You can judge me for my sins
But you don't know how it ends and where it begins
You can gaze upon me motionless
But I'd rather not care
for your despair
This I confess

Lying down, getting dumber
Number
As I bid farewell
Inhaling the fumes,
oh yes,
the sweet perfume
for He who lie in Hell

Somewhere in this vacation I have lost my mind
Stricken with the nirvana
I can now unwind

Fearing nothing
Feeling something
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

Impressing me
Repressing these memories
For I don't care now

Remorseless and finding
This is spell-binding
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

I hate it all
I am appalled
But at least I don't care now

You can judge me for my sins
But you don't know how it ends and where it begins
You can gaze upon me motionless
But I'd rather not care
for your despair
This I confess

Time is not a virtue
Flying nowhere, I forget I hurt you
No warning needed
Appetite feeded
The pain inside my heart is receded

Time is not a virtue
Flying nowhere, I forget I hurt you
No warning needed
Appetite feeded
The pain inside my heart is receded


Brain is pounding
It's astounding
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

I hate the life
Full of strife
But as long as I have this feeling

Morbid senses
I'm defenseless
From the neck down
From the neck down
From the neck down

This needs to die
So I don't cry
But as long as I have this feeling

You can judge me for my sins
But you don't know how it ends and where it begins
You can gaze upon me motionless
But I'd rather not care
for your despair
This I confess

You can judge me for my sins (from the neck down x5)
But you don't know how it ends and where it begins (from the neck down x5)
You can gaze upon me motionless (from the neck down x5)
But I'd rather not care
for your despair
This I confess

[Funka Genocide]

There's music at least, in this nowhere space I call a life, yet no home to burn.

and love, oh what of that? A single thrill between the nights.

for such is loss, that once endured, must eternal be

and such is this, my fortune blurred, that only want can sting

the nerves, and endings far too calm


record the days, and pack away

the dread and frost of losing you

so cold alone, and still this broken string

red as ever, dead or clever, still lying cut in twain

while in vain we set the blame out of reach


tried, yes honestly we tried

these gods we breed of lust and jealousy

faces marred in ugly pleasure, leering from the clouds

of almost perfect

torn between the fears we cherish


freaks of love, scenes we cannot censor

carried on to fairer dreams was all we ever had

and all we seem to hold

in cups of foolish gold

falls as ash to lonely tongues