5 minute poetry

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

This one is for Funka, just to show that I can do teh funny too.

Golgo13

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And this one is for all my fans. You know who you are. You love me and, I want you to know, I love me too.

Something Fantastical
If I were
(Play along)
The sum of all these invisible parts
(The ones and the zeros)
If I was only that which you see here
(Digital)
Then, wow, all things considered
(All votes tabulated)
I must be something fantastical
(I'm not what I portray)
Fancy and spectacular
(Image is subjective)
Something
(Yes, indeed)
Fantastical
(The ones and the zeros)
The greatest lie told today.

[Nikose Tyris]

how about we stop with the short poems... right after this one!
I didn't write this poem: it was in a book that got published a while back.
The Art of Creating Nothing and Being Paid for it.


That was it. just the title. everyone who contributed to this short collection of stories was appearantely paid $500 each.

[Funka Genocide]

I'm tired
lonely, cold
and these cookies
taste like jet fuel
so much so
I don't think I'll
be able to
sleep tonight

I'm wasted
broke and ornery
and these cookies
taste like refuse
in a manner which
takes all joy
from my life
and replaces it
with empty calories

I'm sick
pent up and devastated
and these cookies
taste like wasted time
so many days
left behind
to get to nowhere
with chocolate sprinkles
and a diet coke

I'm unknown
drunk and docile
and these cookies
are just confections
with no meaning
other than sustenance
as is my life
meaningless
but to drive
the wheels of others

more fortunate

and these cookies
taste like shit

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The Beauty in a Genocidal tyrants Mind

the people that I love
could fit into a room
grander than all the Earth
no one smiling all the time
as real as life can get
and if I were to stand
inside this open room
I'd see the lights of eyes unknown
and sing a different tune
one of hope and evidence
of fates not seen before
one of happy times to come
when all the doors are closed
for if this world were made to sit
together in one place
I'd pump it full of deadly gas
and watch our race erased

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disinterested, disintegrated
and all our days must be fated
to grander schemes than we may know
although we try and contemplate it

let loose from binds unbinding
tales foretold unwinding
topography of nations dead
still lingers on, unminding

of departed context
and who's to wonder who is next
cities fall and great men die
and peerless minds lie vexed

round and round a spiral fuse
lit by hands at whos abuse
we suffer needlessly
for the sake of an excuse

[BlackMageGirl!]

It’s still a desert
Plants grow and die
Clouds pass overhead
Raindrops kiss the sand
Wind shifts the outside
Sand grains of character
Rocks seen, then hidden again
Empty, full, half way done
Sun bakes the stone seats
A temporary change
A single flower
Grows, blooms, wilts…
Impressed by the moment
It leaves barely a trace
The dust plains of the mind
Never change,
And people that walk
Leave footsteps
Which fade away
Leaving all as it once was
Heart, mind and soul
….deserted.

[Cloud Strife]

A step, a single step,
two directions intersect,
Two people heading home
But for each other, do not fret.

A step, a single step,
getting closer, ever closer,
Unaware of any other,
Soon they'll be crossing over.

A step, a single step,
Right behind the steps of others,
Missing, seeing nothing bothered,
Missed the chance of a life's lover.

A step, a single step,
Gone off, and now they've wept.

[Nikose Tyris]

A sword in hand
a valiant man
leaps into jaws of death

the blade extended,
The dragon's maw
the blood comes rushing in.

his hand withdraws,
sword fallen dead
the baby lets a cry.

The car still wrecked,
the mother gone
the fireman saved the child.


I really have to stop making this stuff up off the top of my head.

[Cloud Strife]

Well, that was the original intention of this thread, hence the thread's title. :p Like this:

Time is wasted by the waiters,
Dreaming dreams and drifting off
into sunsets of golden hues,
and sitting back, lax, slack.

But dreamers' dreams are
Full of wonder, senses tingle
and take it in, filling feelings
of every kind and shape.

So if dreamers' dreams are wasted time,
and yet are full and vibrant,
Should dreamers' dreams be thrown away?
Or cherished bits of silence?

[BlackMageGirl!]

Coming through, the last revelation
Seeming boughs of contemplation
Searching again forever more
Indulging in my inner lore

Surprise at feelings not felt
Made of ice, it won't melt
A passion burned, self at blame
Life burned out, made it tame

Ignored the prickling thorn
What never was, never mourn
Turned surprise, was it true?
His last phrase...

"I will miss you"

[Lost in Time]

Shadow Of Mind

An obscure illusion floats about
In my head
Like a darkened and somber daze
Such a lurid and colorless mix
Of a horrid penumbra; this shadow
With no heart.

So hidden,
Trapped in the bleakness of the cold
He isolates himself
In the very own desolation of his soul
Buried in his sorrow
Eaten by his solitude
And he dissipates his way into my mind

Becoming filled by hollow waste
Lacking every sense
Waiting for sunshine to occupy his void
But of course, his world is useless
Full of ineffective air
No clarity nor purity
Just a distorted warp of mutilation
That I deviate from day to day...

[Funka Genocide]

unsharing
unaware of others needs
or existences
a nimbler mind than these
wretched, stupid children
and still
losing

toughened
by an onslaught
of childish words and tragedy
needn't suffer at these hands
anymore
fists will see it through
and still
losing

broken
found a heart when she found
a selfish arrogance in love
and though the lights are finally on
no more hope for years and years
and still
losing
but not lost

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Dandelions on a hillside
grass in climes it shouldn't be
child of deserts' mind resides
in glassy pools they spring

marionnettes on cheapest strings
dancing to a song once known
from out a box that held such things
that any child dreamed of

material and only suspect
but still the heart they carry
a faltered will with no respect
seeks an airy judgeless day