Poetry
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Decided to write some poetry and didn't really know what to do with it. Feel free to critique or contribute your own work
>Today I stared down the blade
>however I stood fierce, it's intent would not fade
>I sat attempting to battle the dark
>but unwary, my life did embark
>the light is gone, my body is weak
>death to end this sorrow, I seek
>I wrote my goodbyes, they were hard and sick
>I watched the clock as it tocked and it ticked
>my heart it is empty, my eyes they won't blink
>with few little words, my life she did sink
>with remorse and fear, I enter the light
>the deed now done, no will no fight
>my blood now free, it dropped to the floor
>I feel the regret, I am no more.
this has to be bait, right?
>Greentext is the new poetry.
>>7679786
I am bleeding sunshine.
I am emptying my veines.
And when I'm done bleeding sunshine
this song will break my chains.
Your gaze completes my being.
But I'll make you gaze in vain.
I illuminate with fiction
the truth darkness cannot explain.
America is flowing,
slowly exiting my veins
I am giddy, cold, and glowing
And this song will break my chains.
The chains of I-I-I-I-I-IDENTITY!
The chains of I-I-I-I-I-IDENTITY!
The chains of I-I-I-I-I-IDENTITY!
(Why don't you want to be around your own people?)
First revision of something I posted a couple days ago.
Distinguished
Sweet as jumper on Kristaps Porzingis
Grayer than the temples on 48-year-old linguists
Clooney, Cruise or Denzel, maybe Johnny Depp, Michael Keaton
Who's the female Liam Neeson, 63 and striking
Sally Field as Tom Hanks' mom no one found it surprising
Distinguished
46 and no kids chance of motherhood got extinguished
Fuck the fuck should I fuck you for your eggs rare as gold ingots?
It's all about the children, can them titties feed my kids?
We keep our seeds for life I mean look at Dennis Quaid
No need for child-bearing hips when you're steady past 38
Distinguished
Looking at the time where are the heirs to my queenship
TV says ten years til I'm four cats, knick knacks and trinkets
Surgical residency overlaps with my peak fertility
Watching as the men in my class talk about possibilities
It's a solid 20 years before time fucks with their virility
Child on student loans? But how's that for responsibility
Stay at home for a year? There the fuck goes all my mobility
Distinguished
Eventual tenure track Biblical Slavic linguist
Momma had me in college clock ticking on all that dream shit
Overnight everything turned from "me me me" to that "we" shit
Law school, get that money, feed my kid or finish my thesis?
Fucker don't be facetious you know how this shit goes
And they wonder why the executive board got fucked up ratios
So Clinton told her drop out and join the job corps
But then what'd she spend two years studying law for
Hundred K lined up but she had to feed baby Kol
EBT at the HEB looking at her like she just stole
Dirty looks as if she's lazy but my mom's an iron lady
26 with a baby and a fresh T14 JD
That there kind of shit cannot be for everyone
Mandatory family leave could I guess be step number one
But the beauty thing, me I fuck with older girls
Same verse I talked about my mom? Disregard what you just inferred
Fuck the ageist shit, don't play that shit, Melora Hardin can slay the dick
Shit t.b.h not to harass or be problematic but I hardcore celeb crush on Emma Thompson
Man 60 is the new 40 which is the new 30 fuck the age gap casting man what ever happened to Maggie Gyllenhaal
it's all about beauty you gotta love it y'all
>>7680863
The key to the real is finally in my hand
and now your expectation are exiting my veins
The key to the real is finally in my hand
And now your expectations are flowing out my veins
His the wall, free at last
Hit the wall, free at last.
I am the 20th century incarnate
Hit the wall, free at last.
The 20th century coming home
covered in mud
and missing a shoe
Child, what's become of you? Haven't you got any sense?
Child, what's become of you? Haven't you got any sense?
Child, what's become of you? Haven't you got any sense?
Nein my momma. Nein my momma. Nein my momma. Nein my momma. Nein my momma Nein momma Nein mommamomma ma ma ma ma!
Mutti, bist du da? Hallo. Mutti, kannst du ein bischen Geld for me sendin? Mutti? Halllooo?
Wir haben ein bad connection. Wir haben ein bad connection. Wir haben ein bad connection connection connection connection!!
(Why don't you want to be around your own people?)
>>7679786
Are these linkin park lyrics?
>>7680872
My pain and my ego once stood at opposing ends.
but they met up in Berlin
Now they're the best of friends
And now I am drained of your expectations
I was instructed from the start to let my pain fuck my ego and I called the bastard art.
PAIN.
EGO.
ART!
PAIN.
EGO.
ART!
I let my
(Pain)
Fuck my
(Ego)
And I
(Called the bastard)
Art!
I let my
(Pain)
Fuck my
(Ego)
And I
(Called the bastard)
Art!
I let my
(Pain)
Fuck my
(Ego)
And I
(Called the bastard)
Art!
this is genuinely the worst thread on /lit/.
Boy you'll love me when I'm rhymin
Girl if you'll let me break that hymen
Take my hand and raise a plot to expidite hope
to cause ardor to blossom forth from the soil
within the praecordia
rouse the clamoring voices
of the kaleidoscope swarm again
Take my hand and lead me through the snow
I want to get lost again, this time with you
"The castle lost to filial loyalty"
the wretched crier shouting
"libations and exodus to be postponed"
Spilling forth from a singular counter
Hunched over scheming mirth and woe
Dragging a bastion of yet more thrones
beelzebub seated at the head gloating
advisers whispering in ears intertwined
a parliament of drunken fools
>>7679786
CRAWLING IN MY SKIN
THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL
NOT HEAL
>>7682943
cheap
it's doggerel OP but it's more charming that 90%+ of the avant garde garbage that is posted on here, like this >>7680871
>>7682951
CHEAP IS HOW I FALL
CONFUSING WHAT IS REAL
wow nice. thanks anon.
>>7679786
D0cman’s Poem
The year is 2082
World peace and waifus for you
No debt, no suffering
No KJU saber rattling
No borders, no hate
We sit as humanity and say grace
The Caucasus mountains above the ground
D0c’s woeful place of body found
Waifu clutching; left nut missing
Was it worth the metallic kissing?
Oily tears as his neighbor jeers
But D0cman has no fears
He sobs and whispers to his aluminum lady
“Slava Ukraini”
Rip D0cman.
>>7683702
it's a sad story
