A POEM:
Drunk people on the street
Drunk people wearing stupid hats
Drunk guy holding a dog
Drunk lady shouting at guy holding a dog
Drunk guys smoking a blunt on the sidewalk
Also they are high
Drunk gay guy hitting on cashier in Whole Foods really loudly
Drunk people shouting “Jameson”
Drunk people spilling green beer
Drunk little orange women that look like leprechaun prostitutes
Drunk people getting drunk
I hate St. Patrick’s Day
This thread is weird. I think this is the moment on the internet I was trained to tell an adult about.
I need an adult! I need an adult!
Poetry is stupid
Pretentious at best
This thread is putrid
Better put it to rest
I am the rider
you are the horse
I, with you, try
each, every pose
I fill with pain
your every hole
and satisfaction
covers you whole
I clutch your soft
and white like cloud
and so your screams
become more loud
the destination
is simple end
the horse and the rider
never more blend
Who rhymes “hole” with “whole?”
I just did.
Savage Cutlet Dinners In the Nude
poem yet to be written…
“Numbers”
Numbers are monsters,
We see them as makers,
We look to them for answers,
Ignoring the dangers
Façade
[i]A wheelchair manifests an absence of feet
Imprisoned in the body that is the holding cell
Crippled hopeless, false faced
Entangled in confinement of one’s own hell
Masks can’t disguise
Bodies drowning in misery
Just a look in the eyes
Shows the turmoil feeds internally
Rendered useless until death
Self destruction following the last breath
Behind the smile, the mind is bent
Mentally lost in one’s own torment[/i]
(I made this for school for my Advanced English IV class using Photostory3 to present it)
Explanation: This poem is about people hiding behind figurative “masks” to conceal their true emotions and how the inability to use your legs, such as a crippled person, is very troubling emotionally and physically entrapping. I also used a very badass orchestral rendition of Metallica’s famous song “One” which is about a soldier who lost his sight, hearing, legs, arms, and will to live.
“Song of Awakening”
Considering all that has transpired in my life and in existence,
Considering all that has taken place here, on our own planet, on Earth,
I have come to the conclusion that we are nothing,
Yet we are also something, something indescribable.
Man is bound in an existence which he believes he knows,
Yet in reality, he does not know,
He merely assigns labels of fact and truth to everything,
And instructs others to commit these labels to memory,
As if they hold anything of true value.
I had once held this façade as one would hold a newborn,
I had believed in and regurgitated what I believed was knowledge,
I sunk myself, drowned in this information, truly believing,
Believing that I was learning.
All the world, I thought, was being unraveled,
It was all being made clear to my ignorant mind,
My name would be up there with that of Newton, maybe Einstein, even,
No one would dare question my logic and judgment,
One giant label constricting my mind,
I loved it!
Then the question appeared, like lightning on a night you were hoping to get some well deserved rest,
Why do these things happen, why do these thing act the way they do?
How do they truly function?
What, or whom, do they function for?
Are we an imaginary world in the mind of a dreaming God,
Asleep when he is awake and awake when he is asleep?
I could feel the label failing, the adhesive waning,
I clung to it like a kid to a Wal-Mart smiley sticker,
Awarded to each young mind, shopping with their parents, feeling like grown-ups,
So that they may convince their guardians to allow them to shop there further,
I didn’t want to leave this world I knew,
Or thought I knew.
All my understanding I would feel fading away,
Like mascara in a May shower,
Haunting your face with a decrepit appearance,
An appearance quite the opposite of what such a device was meant for,
It was a form forgotten to my eyes, greatly foreign in its shape and design.
I felt I no longer understood the world, as if all I had learned was for nothing,
And something more haunting, yearning, had taken its place,
It shook every fabric of my being, my mind, becoming me.
Every face that I thought I knew was that of a Chinaman,
Or like that of an ancient Egyptian, working on the pyramids that I took for granted,
An old war torn Indian, smiling, offering me his hand, as if congratulating me on my numerous kills,
Baring faces not of my time or place.
I attempted to block myself from these visages,
I didn’t want to see what reality really was,
The very thought of something being other than what I was taught,
Or differing from conclusions brought on by great Scientists of every area known to man,
It scared me to no end, thinking that I truly knew nothing.
I attempted to rewrap the label, to tape it, staple it into place,
But the damage had already been done,
What had been seen could not be unseen,
And I am left with the image of what truly is,
Not what we believe it is.
The label would not stay,
It was a mere child’s playpen, holding back the young brute,
Until he grew large enough, strong enough to break those walls of varying color,
To cast away his cage, whether by an accident of his newfound strength,
Or eventually through his father, believing he had suffered enough.
I had broken the cage, unaware of my strength, of what I bore,
The whole world was mine to roam, to discover, to play with,
No longer tied to that simple existence,
Consisting of those lettered blocks and multi-colored walls baring joyful animals of many varieties.
It all scared me, I didn’t want to leave the world that I was accustom,
All of it seemed blasphemous, strange and wrong,
I wanted none of it,
Calling upon a spirit of greater repute than my own,
I begged for guidance, yet there was none,
The door had already been made apparent,
And it couldn’t be any more obvious.
It was time for me to leave this building that I had called home,
Four walls, that I had come to realize, were trapping me,
Constricting my thinking, blocking the truth,
I remember that first step into the truth, and it was glorious,
Something that I will never forget, something that will guide my actions for years to come,
It did not kill me, as my previous thoughts would have you believe,
It was different, but welcoming; a breath of fresh air after one’s sentence is through,
Feeling every molecule of oxygen fill your lungs, not wanting to let it go,
Then you release and let out a warm smile, welcoming the future.
I shook hands with the Chinamen, the Egyptians and Indian,
They were all my friends, possessing a new uniqueness, a curiosity of sorts,
True knowledge could now be found, I know how the world works and it is glorious,
Everything is great, and everything is average,
Baring the power of a God and the stench of a vagrant,
All is unique in many ways, a treasure to be held dear, and to cast away into the bin.
I looked back to the door that once bore me, held me close,
I gave it a sincere smile and a wave, for I would never occupy those walls again,
I could never occupy those walls again,
Because once you see, you can’t go back,
You can’t fix the glass once it has been shattered,
You can only take a step outside and breathe the fresh air,
Awakening your lungs to something different, filling.
This was my story, one that you may not understand,
For what has opened my eyes,
What was I scared of, what was I afraid to bare?
What may be clear to me may seem foreign to you,
Enlightenment is different for all of us,
For we all see differently, yet ultimately, we all see the same.
Lol, jk bro. Deep and imaginative poem honestly.
lol thanks man
That long one was something I had to do for English. We were studying Walt Whitman and his poem “Song of Myself” and we were instructed to make a poem in his style. It could be about anything we wanted, so I chose that.
“Numbers” was written in math, ironically enough.
Yours was also well written. Nice use of imagery.
You’re a poet and you don’t know what irony is?
:OOOOOOOOO
Huh, well isn’t that ironic!
nice one, you must be Lovecraft fan 
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