5 minute poetry - Page 86

Mr. Viewtiful · 02-18-2005, 06:15 PM

Here's a Gizoogle'd version of a poem I wrote almost a yeat ago. Good luck understanding it, it sounds like a rap song...

Walkin' Tizzy

Some say you gots game among tha B-to-tha-izzest
Some T-H-to-tha-izzink you're tha same as tha rizzay
But one th'n fo` certain:
Walkin' tizzay ain't eazy as it seems.

Big Dizzle was bizzorn in Sacramento in tha late 80's
Moved ta a playa ghetto south at tha age of 3
His name wasn't always Big Dizzle
But throughout tha years he earned it

Big Dizzle was always big n tall fo` his age
He couldn't play wit anyone else his age
Dizzle played too tough you see
And when th'n gots rough
Sink dizzle n think
"This is killin' me"

Throughout school, he was picked on by tha olda guys
Called "Fat," "Ugly," n "Tub O' Lard wit Fries"
So he played tha gizzle of basketball
And he dominated just 'cause he was tall

Time passes on
And his pea G-R-to-tha-izzew poser
Big D entered hiznigh schoo`
And he seemed ta git smalla
Now lost, was his one advantage in tha gizzle
The ability ta block n rebound
While grow'n confidence came

Nowadays, whizzay Big Dizzle steps up ta tha court
Everybody picks on him,
Though it's just a spizzort
Wheneva Dizzle plays rough, otha git pissed
And tha game abruptly ends
And Po' Dizzle gets caged

It's hard fo` Dizzle ta win
'Specially wizzle tha ref is on tha playa tizzy
All fouls is called on him
While thinkin' tha otha shot calla stizzop is but a dream

D doesn't knizzay what ta do,
Whneva he steps up, someone gets capped
It's tough ta be tha gentle giant,
Wizzy you ain't tha giant no more

Whizzat wizzay he do? Put up his shoes n quit?
Or return ta tha court n hizzle playa don't throw a fit?
Whizzay you're playin' tha game, one thing stays tha same:
Walkin' T-to-tha-izzall ain't eazy as it seems.

Word.

Technocrack · 02-18-2005, 06:24 PM

"Live to Hate"

The blood falls freely from the severed vein,
She hurts herself to relieve the pain.
In the night, she screams.
She's going insane.

The world has driven her to this fate,
She cuts herself to relieve the hate.
Her cry for help
Is sounded too late.

In desperation, she grips the knife,
Her only intent? To end this life.
Life can be so cruel,
When you're just trying to survive.

The pain flashes like a thunderstorm,
The blood splashes, so wet and so warm.
She looks at his picture
And knows he won't mourn.

As the darkness slowly fades away
She sits, entranced by the blood spray.
She will live to hate
Another day.

Funka Genocide · 02-19-2005, 02:06 AM

we've lost our minds
so sad to say...
killing shadows
where light now lays

kicking small beasts
screaming gleefully
watch the rodents fly
snarling vehemently

care? why should we?
we are great, and disturbed
sorrow, empathy, humanity
all slights we can't endure

a robots life for us
smashing things that break
crumble! I am your destructor
I'll give all you can take

what gifts I give
as laser beams in movies
they sear the air and explode
I want to see your boobies

optimal levels of carbonation
have nothing to do with war
though with a glass I now contend
a liquid I abhor

eat it! eat it! damn it!
I'll not have your saucy tone!
I'll suffer only presidents
to call me on my phone!

a languid sourpuss
writhing in his grave
he can have the day off
for all the blood he gave

...at the office

ring me on my shoe
I'll be sure to wear my sandles
on days I meant to not be here
someone lights a candle

in memory of dying prose
children weep at screens
commercials kill our will to rage
though we have our violent scenes

they are cold without passion
we are old and stagnant
insanity is overrated
and drama is a pageant

for aging wives
with petty thoughts
beating children of destiny
who suffer through their lots

we have no meaning
all jokes inside
we'll kick your ass
believe us, we've tried

we are your mirrors
those kids you threw eggs at
we have guns now
bullets go where heads are at

we are fine with stabbing you
its something we'd enjoy
you really do deserve it
stupid fucking cowboy

I don't care how many touchdown runs
or cheerleading sluts you banged
I'm going to rip your heart out
and weep beneath the rain

for open skies are never clear
beyond a certain context
we see through eyes of opaque crystal
to the signs life gives us next

I'm wallowing in joy
it tastes like salt
red beneath the fingernails
just who the fuck is John Golt?

philosophy and medicine
the finer things in life
the stupid kids with passing grades
the lovely trophy wife

put that moose head on a mantle
its something that you killed
a prize born of destruction
maybe I'm in left field?

crazy crazy crazy crazy
wouldn't it be grand
if thats all I were?
now madness has a hand

...in my pocket

smile, laugh and chew my food
chopsticks, forks, spoons and cups
I'm acting out the parts of lonely gods
I'm kicking taste right in the nuts

I'm out of stuff to rant about
I'm lost in time for a few more minutes
so shake my hand, or give me h***
don't worry, its just an asterisk.

...............................................

I have no idea what that was all about, at all, if you can figure it out, call me on my shoe, my number is 867-5309.

Demon with a Glass Hand · 02-19-2005, 02:43 AM

And late
(it's late)
(So very late)
in the evening
(So late)
I find myself here
(Friday night)
(It's late)
Awake while it's
late
(Yes, it's late)
(So very late)
And I work in the
morn
(Work early)
(So very early)
But here I
am
(And it's late)
(Why isn't it early)
Waiting for the one
(Just one)
(only one)
I'm watching
(I'm hidden)
(So hidden)
to finally update his damn signature.
I mean, really, Funka?!
How long does it actually take, man?
Just write something! It doesn't have to be anything special!
I'm waiting to see your new sig, but
I won't
wait
all
night.
(Cause it's late)
(so very late)

- Sometimes you can be inspired by the most unimportant things when you're feeling uninspired. Not that this poem is inspired in any way. It's trite. But it's my brand of trite. And my brand is so much better than anyone elses, right?

Thought so. Glad you agree.

qXRaverBoiXp · 02-20-2005, 01:16 AM

Loved all the poems guys, whichever ones I read... I dont have the patience to read through 89 pages though...
Ok, heres my bit, kinda morbid, but eh...

Dont know if I will need this, but I had best cover my ass
DISCLAIMER, THE SUBJECT COVERED BELOW IS A TAD BIT DISTURBING. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

Let me be your Darkangel
Let my leather wings enfold you
Protect you, Defect you
Let my soft, clawed hands
Guide you, teach you, touch you, corrupt you
let me look in your eyes
let you look in yours
See your Pain?
Suck it out through a hole in your heart
Show you my pain
Lash you with it
Make it make you stronger
Let me show you rage
And how it is a weakness
But a tool as well
Let me show you sorrow
The only constant companion
Let me weep my tears of blood
eat my meal of ashes
let me show you how to live
that you may never be hurt

OK ITS OVER NOW!

BlackMageGirl! · 02-20-2005, 01:53 AM

YELLOW! *covers eyes*

When they mean disclaimer...they don't mean a billboard. You dont' have to make it that loud, okay?

Edit: Thank you!

Cloud Strife · 02-20-2005, 01:53 AM

Poetry in motion,
Cause of commotion within
the bounds of normal thought,
confusion from delusions
that conformity's majority
is always right, no fight
for them, their mind's locked tight
in the spiral of rules, regulations,
common knowledge and obligations
setting the standards of reckoning,
beckoning us all to come forth
and give up free thought,
not a lot of planning done with this
ignorant bliss, so choppy in form,
while free thought, so fluid,
brings good times to be had,
never ending, keeping pure,
for interruption is corruption
of blessed thought, and sacred will
that keeps us all individual,
not residual faces amongst the crowd,
but staying aloft, voices soft,
yet actions loud, and very proud
of what we've done, and rightly so...
We've gone beyond what we should know.

Ganurath · 02-20-2005, 02:34 AM

"Elegance"

Look at all the grandeur
and how little change it brings.
What happened to the simple acts
that did amazing things?

BlackMageGirl! · 02-20-2005, 06:50 AM

Simple little words
Meanings abrubt
Speak more than not
Sorrow in its simplest form

Tiny things
Love, sadness, hate
Joy, exuberance, fear
So small, so small...
Effect us so much.

Shows a different side
Change view, strange world
Cheerful one turned sad
Outgoing one turned shy

Small
Insignificant
Little
Words...

....keep us here.

Edit:

The tear drops fall
lamenting what has happened
For the best, its still there
For the worst, it guides me
Forever, I will know.

Funka Genocide · 02-20-2005, 09:49 AM

there are roads, so cold
of frosted hope and dying dream
beyond all desire
to be...

much too long in favor
a child of vain humanity
a child wrapped in light
to blind us

a dancing finger on a path
stark as the bitter cold
savouring the moment
of its ascension

its coming down around your head
rationalize your fear
as you did your evil
you will be dead soon

by my hand

by wills so grand they are not known
by tools as base as my soul
squeeze the trigger, end your curse
die, die, die...

and be no more a tragedy

salvation in the face of death
or by its very hand
braced against the very life
protected by my hand

a blade which speaks in thunder
no, a voice so crystal clear
die you wretched waste of life
I am your gunsmoke angel

02-18-2005, 06:15 PM	#851
Mr. Viewtiful No charge for awesomeness... Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: ...or attractiveness. Posts: 1,796	Here's a Gizoogle'd version of a poem I wrote almost a yeat ago. Good luck understanding it, it sounds like a rap song... Walkin' Tizzy Some say you gots game among tha B-to-tha-izzest Some T-H-to-tha-izzink you're tha same as tha rizzay But one th'n fo` certain: Walkin' tizzay ain't eazy as it seems. Big Dizzle was bizzorn in Sacramento in tha late 80's Moved ta a playa ghetto south at tha age of 3 His name wasn't always Big Dizzle But throughout tha years he earned it Big Dizzle was always big n tall fo` his age He couldn't play wit anyone else his age Dizzle played too tough you see And when th'n gots rough Sink dizzle n think "This is killin' me" Throughout school, he was picked on by tha olda guys Called "Fat," "Ugly," n "Tub O' Lard wit Fries" So he played tha gizzle of basketball And he dominated just 'cause he was tall Time passes on And his pea G-R-to-tha-izzew poser Big D entered hiznigh schoo` And he seemed ta git smalla Now lost, was his one advantage in tha gizzle The ability ta block n rebound While grow'n confidence came Nowadays, whizzay Big Dizzle steps up ta tha court Everybody picks on him, Though it's just a spizzort Wheneva Dizzle plays rough, otha git pissed And tha game abruptly ends And Po' Dizzle gets caged It's hard fo` Dizzle ta win 'Specially wizzle tha ref is on tha playa tizzy All fouls is called on him While thinkin' tha otha shot calla stizzop is but a dream D doesn't knizzay what ta do, Whneva he steps up, someone gets capped It's tough ta be tha gentle giant, Wizzy you ain't tha giant no more Whizzat wizzay he do? Put up his shoes n quit? Or return ta tha court n hizzle playa don't throw a fit? Whizzay you're playin' tha game, one thing stays tha same: Walkin' T-to-tha-izzall ain't eazy as it seems. Word. __________________ Garfield minus Garfield is hilarious. Last edited by Mr. Viewtiful; 02-18-2005 at 06:18 PM.

02-18-2005, 06:24 PM	#852
Technocrack I'm uncontainable Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Wherever fate takes me. Posts: 253	"Live to Hate" The blood falls freely from the severed vein, She hurts herself to relieve the pain. In the night, she screams. She's going insane. The world has driven her to this fate, She cuts herself to relieve the hate. Her cry for help Is sounded too late. In desperation, she grips the knife, Her only intent? To end this life. Life can be so cruel, When you're just trying to survive. The pain flashes like a thunderstorm, The blood splashes, so wet and so warm. She looks at his picture And knows he won't mourn. As the darkness slowly fades away She sits, entranced by the blood spray. She will live to hate Another day. __________________ Roll, roll me away, Won't you roll me away tonight I too am lost, and I feel double-crossed And I'm sick of what's wrong and what's right. Bob Seger, Roll Me Away

02-19-2005, 02:06 AM	#853
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	we've lost our minds so sad to say... killing shadows where light now lays kicking small beasts screaming gleefully watch the rodents fly snarling vehemently care? why should we? we are great, and disturbed sorrow, empathy, humanity all slights we can't endure a robots life for us smashing things that break crumble! I am your destructor I'll give all you can take what gifts I give as laser beams in movies they sear the air and explode I want to see your boobies optimal levels of carbonation have nothing to do with war though with a glass I now contend a liquid I abhor eat it! eat it! damn it! I'll not have your saucy tone! I'll suffer only presidents to call me on my phone! a languid sourpuss writhing in his grave he can have the day off for all the blood he gave ...at the office ring me on my shoe I'll be sure to wear my sandles on days I meant to not be here someone lights a candle in memory of dying prose children weep at screens commercials kill our will to rage though we have our violent scenes they are cold without passion we are old and stagnant insanity is overrated and drama is a pageant for aging wives with petty thoughts beating children of destiny who suffer through their lots we have no meaning all jokes inside we'll kick your ass believe us, we've tried we are your mirrors those kids you threw eggs at we have guns now bullets go where heads are at we are fine with stabbing you its something we'd enjoy you really do deserve it stupid fucking cowboy I don't care how many touchdown runs or cheerleading sluts you banged I'm going to rip your heart out and weep beneath the rain for open skies are never clear beyond a certain context we see through eyes of opaque crystal to the signs life gives us next I'm wallowing in joy it tastes like salt red beneath the fingernails just who the fuck is John Golt? philosophy and medicine the finer things in life the stupid kids with passing grades the lovely trophy wife put that moose head on a mantle its something that you killed a prize born of destruction maybe I'm in left field? crazy crazy crazy crazy wouldn't it be grand if thats all I were? now madness has a hand ...in my pocket smile, laugh and chew my food chopsticks, forks, spoons and cups I'm acting out the parts of lonely gods I'm kicking taste right in the nuts I'm out of stuff to rant about I'm lost in time for a few more minutes so shake my hand, or give me h*** don't worry, its just an asterisk. ............................................... I have no idea what that was all about, at all, if you can figure it out, call me on my shoe, my number is 867-5309. Last edited by Funka Genocide; 02-19-2005 at 02:15 AM.

02-19-2005, 02:43 AM	#854
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	And late (it's late) (So very late) in the evening (So late) I find myself here (Friday night) (It's late) Awake while it's late (Yes, it's late) (So very late) And I work in the morn (Work early) (So very early) But here I am (And it's late) (Why isn't it early) Waiting for the one (Just one) (only one) I'm watching (I'm hidden) (So hidden) to finally update his damn signature. I mean, really, Funka?! How long does it actually take, man? Just write something! It doesn't have to be anything special! I'm waiting to see your new sig, but I won't wait all night. (Cause it's late) (so very late) - Sometimes you can be inspired by the most unimportant things when you're feeling uninspired. Not that this poem is inspired in any way. It's trite. But it's my brand of trite. And my brand is so much better than anyone elses, right? Thought so. Glad you agree. __________________ I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I was kind of a big deal around here.

02-20-2005, 01:16 AM	#855
qXRaverBoiXp Lord of the Ravers Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 15	Embrace of the Nights Children Loved all the poems guys, whichever ones I read... I dont have the patience to read through 89 pages though... Ok, heres my bit, kinda morbid, but eh... Dont know if I will need this, but I had best cover my ass DISCLAIMER, THE SUBJECT COVERED BELOW IS A TAD BIT DISTURBING. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET, PLEASE DO NOT READ! Let me be your Darkangel Let my leather wings enfold you Protect you, Defect you Let my soft, clawed hands Guide you, teach you, touch you, corrupt you let me look in your eyes let you look in yours See your Pain? Suck it out through a hole in your heart Show you my pain Lash you with it Make it make you stronger Let me show you rage And how it is a weakness But a tool as well Let me show you sorrow The only constant companion Let me weep my tears of blood eat my meal of ashes let me show you how to live that you may never be hurt OK ITS OVER NOW! __________________ Sephiroth is obviously not the relationship type, if he was, why would he try and destroy the world? "Happy Valentines Day Sweetie! EAT METEOR!!!!" I'd cast a stupidity spell, but I'm too dumb to do it... [/FONT][/COLOR] Last edited by qXRaverBoiXp; 02-20-2005 at 04:45 AM. Reason: Sorry the yellow was too bright, Ill tone it down

02-20-2005, 01:53 AM	#856
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	YELLOW! covers eyes When they mean disclaimer...they don't mean a billboard. You dont' have to make it that loud, okay? Edit: Thank you! Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 02-20-2005 at 06:51 AM.

02-20-2005, 01:53 AM	#857
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Poetry in motion, Cause of commotion within the bounds of normal thought, confusion from delusions that conformity's majority is always right, no fight for them, their mind's locked tight in the spiral of rules, regulations, common knowledge and obligations setting the standards of reckoning, beckoning us all to come forth and give up free thought, not a lot of planning done with this ignorant bliss, so choppy in form, while free thought, so fluid, brings good times to be had, never ending, keeping pure, for interruption is corruption of blessed thought, and sacred will that keeps us all individual, not residual faces amongst the crowd, but staying aloft, voices soft, yet actions loud, and very proud of what we've done, and rightly so... We've gone beyond what we should know. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

02-20-2005, 02:34 AM	#858
Ganurath Kinky yet Legal Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 660	"Elegance" Look at all the grandeur and how little change it brings. What happened to the simple acts that did amazing things? __________________ RP Fighter Master RP Drama Knight Sing to me the pretty song, The one that goes day and night long, So that at the end of day, When you are gone, your song will stay.

02-20-2005, 06:50 AM	#859
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	Simple little words Meanings abrubt Speak more than not Sorrow in its simplest form Tiny things Love, sadness, hate Joy, exuberance, fear So small, so small... Effect us so much. Shows a different side Change view, strange world Cheerful one turned sad Outgoing one turned shy Small Insignificant Little Words... ....keep us here. Edit: The tear drops fall lamenting what has happened For the best, its still there For the worst, it guides me Forever, I will know. Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 02-20-2005 at 07:40 AM.

02-20-2005, 09:49 AM	#860
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Gunsmoke Angel there are roads, so cold of frosted hope and dying dream beyond all desire to be... much too long in favor a child of vain humanity a child wrapped in light to blind us a dancing finger on a path stark as the bitter cold savouring the moment of its ascension its coming down around your head rationalize your fear as you did your evil you will be dead soon by my hand by wills so grand they are not known by tools as base as my soul squeeze the trigger, end your curse die, die, die... and be no more a tragedy salvation in the face of death or by its very hand braced against the very life protected by my hand a blade which speaks in thunder no, a voice so crystal clear die you wretched waste of life I am your gunsmoke angel