i think the last thread is gone so here
post your poetry
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Pink Floyd - The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn (whole album)
Kendrik Lamar - Good Kid M A.A D.city
Albert Camus (translated by Stuart Gilbert)-The Stranger-Vintage.pdf
Cough syrup - Young giant.mp3
Hentaiporncomics.MS.exe
Jenniferlawrence-nude354.jpg
Jenniferlawrence-nude355.jpg
Jenniferlawrence-nude356.jpg
JimMorrisonGreatestHits40.zip
Kaleidoscope-TangerineDream(1967)(@224).torrent
kurtvonnegutcollections.rar
Little book of String Theory.PDF
Pink Floyd - Comfortably numb.mp3
Sadgreenfrog.jpg
Sasha Grey - The Girlfriend experience.avi
SunnyLeone fucked on a table.mp4
ThatfeelwhenNoGirlfriend.gif
TheFrontBottoms-all3albums.zip
[Bret_Easton_Ellis]_American_Psycho.PDF
[Bret_Easton_Ellis]_The_Rules_of_Attraction.pdf
[Chuck_Palahniuk]_Fightclub.PDF
[Ellis_Bret_Easton]_Lunar_Park.PDF
[Ellis_Bret_Easton]_Less_Than_Zero.PDF
[Ellis_Bret_Easton]_Glamorama.PDF
xvideos.fuhd577436.mp4
xvideos.fh566fh577.mp4
The stench of piss soaks the walls,
the s's broken up on every corner,
torn and twisted beyond recognition
empty cups lined up against the surface
of a desk that once had legs.
Three bottles roll among the breeze
that blows through six glassless windows.
Swollen books tower below the crack on the ceiling.
Drop, drop, drops tick tick tick
R I
O C
P K
S
a wet hole through the paper
wroingdoing words wasted on water
that no roots fed,
that no leaves grew,
that manages somehow to stench of piss and broken bottles
blowing eerie whistlings through the rubble
among which you can see a little arm
and you pray,
you pray that's just a doll under debris.
You move the bricks and dig in
and the blood stains your fingers.
You pick up the purple, swollen body of a baby,
swollen like books, broken like bricks,
purple like curtains in postmodern tales,
and you cry,
(first a sob, then a heaving, then a whimper,
then the tears and the wail and the limpness of knees)
because this,
all this destruction
was not really necessary.
This used to be a house.
Now, it isn't.
>>7828497
and he strikes again
>>7828501
doesnt say anything, and it doesnt say it well.
>>7828497
youre probably got this on the other threads but this is easily the best poem ive seen on here. the impact comes from it being a real thing, plucked from your actual life. i FEEL the tfw no gf, i truly do.
If I could lay within quiet words,
on a pillow piled of petals plucked
from a field full of flowers;
If I could rest in the gentle light
from the windowpane, a pattern pressed
on fabric folded across the floor.
Finally falling fast asleep.
>>7828622
first line is good but the alliteration makes it sound silly
>>7828741
well I think your opinion makes you sound like a retard
>>7828932
tell that to a publisher
A goodbye is a death -
A return of a soul, a creation to
cycles unknowable, a fade to glow,
a peak lowered, and crumbled, and
all softened by moss.
We tear and grasp at
dewy peat creepers and ribbons
We sog. Autumnal umbra softens
us. Sensation's reflection
makes of us a damper petal
deadened to arabesques.
I emerge, beddable mess, slowly
Collapsing. So what
If we fray now? (I forget
To take off my
Glasses as I slump) So what
If I dare to open a
Window and jump, only to
Wake sipping mild coffee
Next morning? I shall leap,
I shall leap, if only to avoid falling
Asleep in the coffee, white-
Brown, where next
Morning, sober, perhaps I’ll
Drown.
>>7828492
horse upon road
dindu atop
sumfin or nuffin?
>>7828932
>being angered
mild lel
>>7829053
Don't like the so what's
Makes it sound like slam
>>7828741
yeah you're fucking right on this
But keep petals it sounds good there
nocturnal goonery
boisterous and bold
with autistic charm
I attempt to engage
young harlot-nymphs
In the den of my comrade
I put one young pass-around
in a playful headlock
the gambit succeeds
on her own volition
she envelops herself with my body
later that same night
I'm drowning
Can anyone save me?
Or will I drag you down?
I'm shipwrecked
So much saltwater around me
If I partake will I die again?
I've dug my hole too deep
To climb out
Who will fill it so I can rest in peace?
>>7828497
http://coughsyrupphilosophy.tumblr.com/
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
>>7828932
hes right. use alliteration throughout lines, not all at once like a 3rd grade writing assignment.
Elder keepers walked the ancient cinder
columned pathways through the emerald wood,
trailing caravan of plated wagons
fit for war. The path stretched spikes of hardened
stone, which clawed at wheels and men. The mist crept
into sinew, slowing men who still could
stand and march against the evil that bore
down upon our land. We men will stand.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEeQZhJh9Nw
