5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

been a while, have some poetry. XD

Give Me Something New

And without a purpose, always wind shall flee, as without a tether our souls are flying free.

I’m cut, on a deeper vein, that I could abstain
From drinking in your eyes, from swimming in your lies
And now I’m just myself, a puppet on your shelf.
Oh, oh…

Give me something new
This errantry of love
I’m wearing in your pews
While, while, while

A thousand tiny arrows, visions torn and narrow
Pierce me to the core, I know its such a bore
To hear of all my pain, to hear it all again
To curse my unowned grave, and all the blood I gave
Oh, oh…

Give me something new
This errantry of love
I’m wearing in your pews
While, while, while

All around is faint, and still I try to paint
Your hate in different hues, still kneeling in your pews
A prayer to your beast, while on my heart it feasts
Smiling like a child, a torture infantile
Ah…

Give me something new, just give me all of you
To toss around like cloth, to cover up the cross
You’ve nailed me to


Speak into the bankroll

She’s glittering in light
That happens just at night
A denizen of your mind
You can’t leave her behind

Speaks in tongues, no words
She’s in your mouth, absurd
Tonight she’s putting out
Oh what is this about?

She whispers silently
While you are on your knees
Spilling all her honey
“man you taste like money”

the curtains only hide
your shame from passerby
you know just what you’ve done
and now that it’s begun…

hey it’s just tonight
damn she looks alright
put your pride aside
she’ll let you slip inside

and she whispers silently
while down upon your knees
you’re screaming out her name
“it’s money all the same”

so now in mornings light
your Saturday delight
is gone without a sound
your wallet can’t be found

yet deeper than the cash
the taste of bitter ash
though love was made
your soul was paid

and the whispers silently
bring you to your knees
and though you’ll learn to cope
the money can’t buy hope













Falling From The Line

Falling from the line
We take our fates in kind
With temperatures aflame
Blanketed in shame

I’m never meant to touch
Or stare at you so much
But god it happens still
Your beauty has instilled

Insanity pristine
A land without a queen
Fortunes made in lust
Creeping on your trust

A shadow on your face
Obscuring my disgrace
From heights I never reached
Virtues I never preached

Call it desperation
Or in exasperation
Breathe upon my neck
The whispers I suspect

Are all I ever needed
To you I have conceded
That doubt can go to hell
The taste, the touch the smell

Of happiness in you
Warmth beyond the crude
We’re bordering divine
Falling from the line







Always Winter

Scream a fake emotion
And before commotion
Takes away your stand
Make sure you understand

I watched you as you fell
And waiting in your hell
I found a piece of me
Beside your bitter tree

Falling were the leaves
Of all that I believed
Floating to the ground
With no one else around

To witness all I saw
To stand with me in awe
Of your spirits winter
To catch all of the splinters

And bleeding in the cold
The terror took a hold
It stripped away my strength
Through the winters length

I’m shivering beside
The river that I cried
The season never changed
Summer never came

And so I start a fire
Hazarding your ire
to break the ice of lies
still falling from your eyes

[BlackMageGirl!]

I've got no problem with snowfall
I laugh and walk in the drifts
I've got no problem with moonlight
It delights me to see her latern.

I've had no worries about time
It still came forth and went
I've had no worries about control
It flowed and turned in me

I've no quarrel with men
And most don't ask me to give
I've no quarrel with them
Though they took my stone pillar

I've no patience for slumber
It leaves me sicker before
I've no patience for illness
It shackles me to my bed.

I've no courage for blindness
It hampers my every move
I've no courage for rages
It withers me inside.

[RickZarber]

He is myself, he’s not like me
And all there is for me to be
And do and go and make and see
Life unfettered flying free

He doesn’t stay up nights and wonder why
His life seems to pass him by
He isn’t really scared to die
And not at least afraid to Try

He doesn’t fear an endless night
Or live his life in grey twilight
Or wonder always if he might
He won’t go down without a fight

He knows just what and how to do
Everything that I want to
And always there is something new
My quandaries to him, askew

But he’s a figurine of glass and lies
And though I see things with his eyes
He has no real existing ties
He’s there to soften my goodbyes

[Mondt]

Microsoft
by fastbow

Microsoft,
Why do you torture me so?
Your consistently crashing Windows browser,
Fills me with immesurable woe,

I cannot play a game,
Without some interupption,
But were it not that I need a computer,
I would surely ensure your destruction,

Microsoft Word!
Oh how you mock me!
That evil little paper clip,
Sent from hell to torment me,

Internet Explorer,
The greatest woe to the world,
But with the advent of Firefox,
Your evil is to be unfurled,

These are but a few evils,
MS has given to us,
And it truly surprises me,
To see America's misplaced trust,

GET FREEWARE!

This poem is not by me but my friend. Every once in a while he posts poetry. I find this one particularly funny while still being serious =p so once again, this isnt by me... i couldnt make poetry if my life depended on it

[icythaco]

Last Resort

Pillow mints await...
At the Last Resort.
Only problem is,
I don't like the taste of 'em;

Belhops abound...
At the Last Resort.
Only question is,
What do I pay 'em?;

Luncheon is served...
At the Last Resort.
Only thing is,
I'm allergic to peas;

The cruise is arranged...
At the Last Resort.
Only hitch is,
I don't take to the seas;

I'd go somewhere else...
With better service and food.
Only trouble is,
I'm stuck here for good.

[Fuzzydoom]

As I sit upon my empty throne
I gaze upon the unwalked rode
and contemplate the proud man's crow
as I rule my nothing all alone
I drift into a deep forbode
as people despair unto geat woe
as in the mighty words of Poe
the peoples' hearts do twist and grow
until they beat the tell tale truth
of good and evil, the pure man's soul
where the fool resides but not the show
the wise men guess but dare not go
unto the depths of inner man
to gaze upon the true god's plan


Needs a title no?

[icythaco]

*applauds fuzzydoom*

The Word:

What is The Word?
It is of The Truth,
and as such
needs no explanation...
but That which is given.
The Word is.
enough said.

[Kikuichimonji]

A young man walks across a lonely plane.

His path is quite simply a uniform line.
His stride is unchanging, determined and strong.
A pausing glance is the sole outward sign
Of uncertainty and fault - this shouldn't feel wrong.
There is hardly any reason for him to pine.

Rationale must assure him, as it should all
The wind is as soft as a feathery pillow.
The sun is as beautiful as a near-golden ball.
The trees are the pine, the birch and the willow
So why on Earth does it cause such appall?

A young man walks across a lonely plane.

[Cloud Strife]

Will angels fall before this might,
Or will they save us from this plight?
The angels' fate within them all,
The sons of man who seem so small,
Will be revealed, as time will tell,
Will pick us up from where we fell.
For fate has picked a chosen few
To lead the brave, the strong, the true
Across the battlefields stained
With pools of blood, all that remains
Of battles lost and wars yet won,
Of father, mother, daughter, son,
To caves so dark and yet so bright
With wonder, danger, peril, fright,
Over mountains, frozen still,
Trapping beasts against their will,
To end the journey in calm lands,
And place their fate back in the hands
Of Origin, Love, and Faithfulness,
To each, a gift of selflessness,
Yet acknowledged, future gained,
The heroes kept their hands unstained,
Proved their virtue through the trials,
Through the years and through the miles.

So now return, from whence ye came,
And find ye all exempt from pain,
For final rest is thine reward,
For saving Us from many hordes,
Thine tale done, thy future saved,
Go back, we say, and still be brave
For all that live will know of thee
The heroes who brought back the Three.

[Bailey]

Curiosity Rebuilt the Cat

I like pressing buttons to find out what they do.
I like taking the bits I can use and adding them to something else to make it work better.
I like using that new machine, the one that I know what all the parts do.
I like that I took apart several others and made it myself, anew.
I like code.
It dances.
It sings.
It performs.
It puts on a show.
It follows my commands.
It does exactly what it says it will do.
It is relieable enough that I can depend upon it doing that which it should, even after I have moved it to someplace else.
I like the satisfaction of knowing that if something goes wrong, I can fix it.
I like knowing.