I really can't write poetry. Not sure why not. Everyone else here can, apparently. Somehow, my mind will start flying off on crazy tangents, leaving me an unfinished poem with a half-assed title.
So I've given up. I will write in the form of stanza's, instead of paragraphs for the remainder of this post.
At least this
Makes my writing look
Poetic
Doesn't it?
Okay
Maybe that wasn't too hard.
But
Look how choppy
This not a poem is.
No rhyme.
Barf.
That was short lived. Shorter lived than a fish I got for earth day when I was 7. I think my brother dropped it. Still. Can't write pretty things with hidden meaning.
My attempt. "Her eyes were sultry and open." Which I'm pretty sure is more of an oxymoron than a sentence with hidden meaning.
Even my pictures lack poetic justice. For them, a cool rock is merely that. A cool rock. They lack surreal qualities. Which is why I like them.
I'm blaming my inability to write on my favorite classes. Science and Math. Nothing poetic about them...
2+2=4
4=2+x
2x=4
x=2
Not poetic. Stanza like though.
Not sure where this post went. Pretty sure I meant to write a poem here. Now? Can you consider
This
Even mildly
Poetic?
I think not.
:)
Friday, June 15, 2012
Monsters in your bed
Dedication: To all of those over dramatic little bitches in school.
I found a skeleton under your bed
How could you sell me out for a kid like that?
I'm doing every thing I can to make you jealous
Are you jealous?
Or are you nervous?
Like your freshman year
Still can't shake this nightmare
get me out of your hair
Because the truth I know!
I heard you're talking shit again
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
It's too bad the boys you do get back at you
Because you can't forget the monsters in your bed
I put a monster in your bed
Turned out the light
Ticked him in
And said good night
I bet you thought I'd throw the fight
But you just don't know how low I can go!
You're making me sick girl!
I heard you're talking shit again
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
It's too bad the boys you do get back at you!
Because you can't forget the monsters in your bed!
You can't forget the monsters in your bed!
You can't forget the monsters In your bed...
I found a skeleton under your bed
How could you sell me out for a kid like that?
I'm doing every thing I can to make you jealous
Are you jealous?
Or are you nervous?
Like your freshman year
Still can't shake this nightmare
get me out of your hair
Because the truth I know!
I heard you're talking shit again
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
It's too bad the boys you do get back at you
Because you can't forget the monsters in your bed
I put a monster in your bed
Turned out the light
Ticked him in
And said good night
I bet you thought I'd throw the fight
But you just don't know how low I can go!
You're making me sick girl!
I heard you're talking shit again
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
It's too bad the boys you do get back at you!
Because you can't forget the monsters in your bed!
You can't forget the monsters in your bed!
You can't forget the monsters In your bed...
Is it a poem? Or a story? I'm not sure.
I like to take walks,
On moonlit nights where the wind is calm and the sky is clear.
I walk down the path that weaves through the small blades of green,
To a large circle in the middle of which was a pond.
One day as I was walking there,
I noticed a large willow next to the pond.
This was new in what I had never seen, it was an old willow yet it was not there before.
It was rooted into the ground in a way,
That said that it had been there long.
I went to the tree and stood before it. "Why are you here tree? You were not here before, and yet you appear before me now!"
Then to my utter surprise,
In a soft and weak whisper the tree replied "the assistance of one can lead to the inspiration of many."
I was puzzled. Never had I,
Been spoken to in such a way that seemed to present a riddle,
Even though it was evident that there was none.
I replied in my own voice "Then why speak to me tree? There are many who would need you're assistance yet you speak to me!"
It whispered back in its gentle and soothing voice "For in ones mind I am here, an the others mind I am driven."
I was confused deeply by this tree,
It had given me reasons to run away and yet still there I stood,
Talking to the tree.
"Tree, you vex me. You have drawn me to believe that I must see you again."
I left after that and came back the next day,
I had told a friend of the event and he had wished to see.
We walked to the pond and saw,
That the tree was not there.
My friend promptly declared me mad and left.
I stayed near the pond for nearly an hour thinking of whether or not to believe him,
Then I went home.
The next night I walked down the path once more and I had seen a peculiar sight, the tree had returned,
And it was in the same place.
I walked up to the tree and asked it "tree, why were you not here the other night? When I had brought a friend to witness such a sight?"
It replied simply "the assistance of one can lead to the inspiring of many."
Yet it still fed me riddles,
Repeating it's words from the other night.
"But tree, if I cannot let you assist anyone then why do you speak to me?"
It replied in it's soothing whisper,
"For my assistance can be given to only one, and that one would lead to give assistance to more."
It perplexed me greatly yet I stayed,
I stayed by the tree for I had a puzzle to put together.
A train of riddles in which I was tied.
I arrived back one day and the tree was still there,
I had not brought another person.
I was still baffled at why the tree chose me with which to speak.
"Tree? You speak to me each day and you tell me things that make me need to think. Why did you choose me to speak to?"
"The assistance of one can lead to the inspiration of many."
The tree replied in the whisper,
That still calmed and confused me.
I looked away and tried to look back over the last days.
"But it makes no sense. I cannot find anyone you could help."
The wind blowed softly as if it expressed a sigh.
"The words of one can change the lives of all who hear forever."
I looked up at the moon and the wind blew once more.
Then it clicked. "you came to assist me?... Tree?"
I turned toward the tree but it had vanished.
How could my words influence the many?
I left that day and begun my journey from the lesson I had learned from the tree.
That time spent thinking,
Could be spent giving to others,
And guiding their way.
As the tree had guided mine.
On moonlit nights where the wind is calm and the sky is clear.
I walk down the path that weaves through the small blades of green,
To a large circle in the middle of which was a pond.
One day as I was walking there,
I noticed a large willow next to the pond.
This was new in what I had never seen, it was an old willow yet it was not there before.
It was rooted into the ground in a way,
That said that it had been there long.
I went to the tree and stood before it. "Why are you here tree? You were not here before, and yet you appear before me now!"
Then to my utter surprise,
In a soft and weak whisper the tree replied "the assistance of one can lead to the inspiration of many."
I was puzzled. Never had I,
Been spoken to in such a way that seemed to present a riddle,
Even though it was evident that there was none.
I replied in my own voice "Then why speak to me tree? There are many who would need you're assistance yet you speak to me!"
It whispered back in its gentle and soothing voice "For in ones mind I am here, an the others mind I am driven."
I was confused deeply by this tree,
It had given me reasons to run away and yet still there I stood,
Talking to the tree.
"Tree, you vex me. You have drawn me to believe that I must see you again."
I left after that and came back the next day,
I had told a friend of the event and he had wished to see.
We walked to the pond and saw,
That the tree was not there.
My friend promptly declared me mad and left.
I stayed near the pond for nearly an hour thinking of whether or not to believe him,
Then I went home.
The next night I walked down the path once more and I had seen a peculiar sight, the tree had returned,
And it was in the same place.
I walked up to the tree and asked it "tree, why were you not here the other night? When I had brought a friend to witness such a sight?"
It replied simply "the assistance of one can lead to the inspiring of many."
Yet it still fed me riddles,
Repeating it's words from the other night.
"But tree, if I cannot let you assist anyone then why do you speak to me?"
It replied in it's soothing whisper,
"For my assistance can be given to only one, and that one would lead to give assistance to more."
It perplexed me greatly yet I stayed,
I stayed by the tree for I had a puzzle to put together.
A train of riddles in which I was tied.
I arrived back one day and the tree was still there,
I had not brought another person.
I was still baffled at why the tree chose me with which to speak.
"Tree? You speak to me each day and you tell me things that make me need to think. Why did you choose me to speak to?"
"The assistance of one can lead to the inspiration of many."
The tree replied in the whisper,
That still calmed and confused me.
I looked away and tried to look back over the last days.
"But it makes no sense. I cannot find anyone you could help."
The wind blowed softly as if it expressed a sigh.
"The words of one can change the lives of all who hear forever."
I looked up at the moon and the wind blew once more.
Then it clicked. "you came to assist me?... Tree?"
I turned toward the tree but it had vanished.
How could my words influence the many?
I left that day and begun my journey from the lesson I had learned from the tree.
That time spent thinking,
Could be spent giving to others,
And guiding their way.
As the tree had guided mine.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Good Friday by Why?
I love this band. They have so many amazing songs. Today for the RP thread I chose to post part of this one. However, the whole song is amazing so I thought I would post it here. I posted the link for Good Friday and a few other favorites of mine.
If you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
cause they want something that their dad don't got
then you know where you're at
mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, i'm left in residue and confused
like the first time you used soft water
down on my luck, caught unaware
like houdini when the last fist struck
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
sucking dick for drink tickets
at the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
picking fights on dyke night
with shirlies at loc's and snatching purses
doing elton at karaoke and forgetting all the verses
blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
sending sexy smses to my exes new man cause i can
on the road trying to break an old van
eating pussy for new fans, i am what the hell
using purell till my hands bleed and swell
missing mel at a motel 6, i'm unwell
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
it feels exciting touching your handwriting
getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the r. crumb exhibit, i wonder who's sicker
jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
the kind of shit i won't admit to my head shrinker
not even in a whisper to my own little sister
i just act like a dick and talk shit when i'm with her
aught six i'll say the friday before easter
was not good i cried to myself in the pisser
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show
and you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
at showbiz pizza when i was six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
if i'm sinking in laughting at something sunken in, i am
at jacob hand's on tour i wake up
hung over on a hardwood floor
from a dream about how your dress
hangs off of your little breasts
i'd rather be dead than call this song
how i lost your respect but god bless or get neglected
and i'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me
Why? Waterfalls
Why- Simeon's Dilemma
Why? Good Friday
If you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
cause they want something that their dad don't got
then you know where you're at
mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, i'm left in residue and confused
like the first time you used soft water
down on my luck, caught unaware
like houdini when the last fist struck
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
sucking dick for drink tickets
at the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
picking fights on dyke night
with shirlies at loc's and snatching purses
doing elton at karaoke and forgetting all the verses
blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
sending sexy smses to my exes new man cause i can
on the road trying to break an old van
eating pussy for new fans, i am what the hell
using purell till my hands bleed and swell
missing mel at a motel 6, i'm unwell
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
it feels exciting touching your handwriting
getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the r. crumb exhibit, i wonder who's sicker
jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
the kind of shit i won't admit to my head shrinker
not even in a whisper to my own little sister
i just act like a dick and talk shit when i'm with her
aught six i'll say the friday before easter
was not good i cried to myself in the pisser
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show
and you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
at showbiz pizza when i was six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
if i'm sinking in laughting at something sunken in, i am
at jacob hand's on tour i wake up
hung over on a hardwood floor
from a dream about how your dress
hangs off of your little breasts
i'd rather be dead than call this song
how i lost your respect but god bless or get neglected
and i'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me
Why? Waterfalls
Why- Simeon's Dilemma
Why? Good Friday
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