we have a photography thread... but there must be some writers.
let's see your talent, Netphoria!

poetry's gay

come out of the closet, stripes

i write lyrics but no poetry

share what you'd like, guys

roses are red
violets are blue
i'll fuck you with a rake

A year has passed since I've been gone
I'm still right and you're still wrong
I can't imagine ever seeing you again
Well I'm over you and everything that was
Still on my own just been thinking of
What could have been ours to keep
Now a hate's been born of a love so deep

I will not give in to fear
My head says run but my heart says heal
Learn to live again,
find happiness my long lost friend
I will not be afraid to try
I'm reaching out and I don't know why I even want to know
You can't learn the art of letting go

Time and time again you lied
Don't believe what you see with your eyes
You've gotta look inside to find out what's real
Well I look and see what I've become
Don't regret anything that I've done
What could have been shouldn't be
And you mean nothing more to me

http://soundcloud.com/lasthurrah25/01-learn-to-live-again

What have I become
My precious one
You made me hate my life
You made me hate my love
And I don't even care
To change the way I feel
You don't even know me
You only love yourself

I changed the day I met you
And you don't even know
I am what you made me
Is this what you want?
When will it end
When is enough enough?
Will you ever shut off
When will it stop?

I have heard a thousand lies
Seen a thousand ways to break
A person down
I wish I didn't know you,
I didn't need you
But I'll learn
To live without

Life must be hard without
Someone to put down
Do you ever wonder
Where you'd be now
If there was no one to blame,
If you could be a normal
Selfish human being?

I have heard a thousand lies
Seen a thousand ways to break
A person down
I wish I didn't know you,
I didn't need you
But I'll learn
To live without

http://soundcloud.com/lasthurrah25/04-without

that sounds personal, i hope you were able to get over these difficult times

thanks :) those are pretty old and indeed life has continued

time, i'm forever waiting
time, i'm forever waiting
time, i'm forever waiting...

won't you show me how
won't you show me
live forever

time, i'm forever waiting...

will that life could change
will that life could come together
i walk into the rain
work too hard to surrender
but i do

time, i'm forever waiting

http://soundcloud.com/lasthurrah25/10-surrender

probably will regret posting in the morning but ya know midnight does weird things to my inhibitions

i mostly write in french but i guess i should contribute

yes please do

digit log.

my illness is of you.
off whom flow silver salts.
in the dark room.
struck by daylight.
picturesque ones.
knew not what cliché was.

The world is a werewolf, with really big fangs
Secretly hairy, prolly running in a gang

favorite thing i've written from a conceptual standpoint:



nothing exists, nothing fades, nothing changes
all is here, now, forevermore
reaching out, splitting atoms, killing stars
all shattered

take my hand dark star death angel
fall into space

one more sound, one more thought, one more fracture
holding on, but drifting off
feel my rock - going soft, turned to dust
my own saturn

kill them all my dear
make everything blank
not a speck of life should escape you

hear me now, i am silent, you are loud
empty words, heard nevermore
reaching out, across chasms ever far
nothing matters
all shattered
my own saturn

take my hand dark star death angel
fall into space

tell me you have music for that

take my hand dark star death angel

:rockon:

only a VERY rough demo playing live... messed some lyrics up, my brother fucks up the drums a lot at the end

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It's the second song

Recorded with 2 mics in a bedroom in a suburban home :rockon:

dude you do really have talent

it's rough but it has lots of potential. your voice also reminds me of someone else but i can't put my finger on who

digit log.

my illness is of you.
off whom flow silver salts.
in the dark room.
struck by daylight.
picturesque ones.
knew not what cliché was.

i really like the last two lines

big muff on the first song :rockon:

that one is wrote recently when i couldnt buy beer on sunday cause of christians :rockon:

hey, inspiration is inspiration

these days i take it however i can get it

this wasn't meant to last
maybe if you didn't start me up so fast

drunk on sunday, you can kiss my ass
we'll be the first ones out, you'll be the last
drunk on sunday, you will make an ass
of yourself, and we'll just laugh at you
drunk on sunday, we can love each other
more than you ever could
drunk on any other day, you will make a wish
to be just like me

so go ahead and smoke your victory cigar
when you go make a straight line with the door

repeat chorus

drunk on sunday just like me x 4

I'm not writing in this anymore.
Xanga is moronic... just like I always though it was.
I refuse to conform to this emo whinefest.
Rawr... you should all get Myspace instead.
Ill still check yours though because your suffering amuses me.

:rockon: ^^^

boy, seven years sure goes quick.

favorite thing i've written from a conceptual standpoint:



nothing exists, nothing fades, nothing changes
all is here, now, forevermore
reaching out, splitting atoms, killing stars
all shattered

take my hand dark star death angel
fall into space

one more sound, one more thought, one more fracture
holding on, but drifting off
feel my rock - going soft, turned to dust
my own saturn

kill them all my dear
make everything blank
not a speck of life should escape you

hear me now, i am silent, you are loud
empty words, heard nevermore
reaching out, across chasms ever far
nothing matters
all shattered
my own saturn

take my hand dark star death angel
fall into space

do yourself a favour and stop listening to the pumpkins

i'm waaaaaaaaaay ahead of you bro

one more sound, one more thought, one more fracture
holding on, but drifting off
feel my rock - going soft, turned to dust
viagra

so pure :cry:

here's a new one that is still a work in progress but it steals two lines from SP songs haha. format's all wrong but the line breaks are the same

The Soft Places



Sometimes
it will seem natural
to wear your mistakes
on the right side
of your face.
To come back
Try not to think about it.
That nobody wants to believe in anything
in this unfamiliar century.
staying drunk for most of the 1800s
Here we are still trading places
building monsters in the basement
in a world made for train
like spooky desperate prophets
in the missing persons bureau.
I wanted you to bulletproof
the evening in preparation
for hula-hooping around the subjectivity.

All older dreams make sense now.
shouting political murder ballads
to the left I told you so a big
number of times in all the foreign
countries real snow leaves teething
impressions on the barrel like "oh hell
a flatter universe" in the expected areas
This pony has but a few tricks.
improving the carbon flea market
and crushed by the closing of eyes,
solemly refuse to let the sun get us wet
and what we believe in are the ghosts
of the future moving into town
and of all things change
problematic searching and aching
out of here gone down
around no reason
to be exclusionary, divided
sitting on the fence
of a half man's mythology
escorted from the land of the living
How indestructibe we are
according to time and disbelief
We have come expecting metaphor
but preferring the company of strangers.

also i guess i should clarify that these aren't song lyrics? w th

words drawn out of hats
i then solemnly misspell
indestructible

well would you look at that i did mispell a word or two. nbd this isn't going to print anytime soon.
and yes it's a chinto what of it

in the town where i was born lived a man who sailed to sea. and he told us of his life in the land of submarines.

poetry has such a bad rap which sucks.

if anybody is remotely interested i can't recommend ted berrigan enough he's the tops

i really like the last two lines
nice to know because it is translated and totally different in french

Sitting here with my coffee
and I hate you, i hate you
eating a big muffin
and i hate you, hate you
i have extra blueberries
and they remind me of your kisses

and then i hate you, hate you

you told me that you only did it for the nookie, like limp bizkit said in his song
you told me you wanted forever
where did it go wrong?

and now i hate you... i hate you

“Every drop of blood I've ever spilled
has soaked into this red African soil
But any claw that tore my belly flesh
Was rewarded with decay
And every plant that never grew
Was tainted the same way
If you stood that day for a righteous man
You would be waiting, sun baking, right there all day”
Those bones have been disturbed
Curious frenzied hippo, drunk on musk, rolled them into the ground.
We could follow their stumbled spoor back into the lake
But we'll never track him now, and those hippo are so angry
Those reeds would have suffocated the river if they hadn't forced on through
But we never taught him how to swim cause crocodiles drown too

To see that face again
We'd have to keep it fresh
Float the body in the frozen lake
Fish too cold to study flesh

Sculpt a landscape
With a hammer lined with teeth
'Who'd have thought...'
He snapped and chipped
'...we'd be eating mountains, you and me'.

It's just one of those days
Where you don't wanna wake up
Everything's fucked
Everybody sucks

And you don't really know why
But you wanna justify
Rippin' someone's head off

This one is called Frustrated Ghosts!
Banging windows
Slamming doors
No one's paying any attention at all

Just the whine of the wind
The scratch of the trees
No haunting here at all

Blind owls sink their teeth
through little holes in the hut
every morning, when they fly away
little stars in the day

fuck music i hate it.

thanks barden.

i got one in english from my blue obsession of last year.

my bedd bled blue.

did you know
that of all colors
my least favorite
blue
has always been so
my least favorite you
has always been blue

would you know
that of all beds mine
bleeds its host
for my own keep
mine sleeps the most in
my home deep

thus should you know
that i can't have you know
my sheets turned yellow
my teeth grind mellow

.

the context may sound stupid but my teeth were turning yellow in parts because the enamel is wearing out, and the dentist gave me this blue liquid called fluorinse.

i had this theme of blurring the lines between my emotions and my medical conditions

also i had a thing with the color blue because it's always been a color i dislike for no reason and i'd been called "fleur bleue" and it made me angry. i was in love with a girl with blue eyes and a blue aura.
i had to be careful about what i'd say to her or do because she liked me very much but is very dedicated and faithful, and this put her in a personal crisis about her boyfriend. she would easily retreat and close herself.

i had to be careful about what i'd say to her or do because she liked me very much but is very dedicated and faithful, and this put her in a personal crisis about her boyfriend. she would easily retreat and close herself.

lol

hmm look at mister relationship here.

my family life is in jeopardy lol

Agent No Name


Because your life
is not yours anyway
enemies of the state
want to kill us all

its a sign of the times
this the time of your lives
it could be a genocide
in the name of allah

Can you hear us now
what happens if you listen
we'll all be in danger
of a crucifixion

for its a sign of the times
this the time of your lives
could be an armageddon
apocolyptical visions

and all those fake rock stars
stealing all those songs
afraid of the name
cancel to the cause

del

Because your life
is not yours anyway
enemies of the state
want to kill us all

its a sign of the times
this the time of your lives
it could be a genocide
in the name of allah

Can you hear us now
what happens if you listen
we'll all be in danger
of a crucifixion

for its a sign of the times
this the time of your lives
could be an armageddon
apocolyptical visions

and all those fake rock stars
stealing all those songs
afraid of the name
cancel to the cause

a big thanks to nickelback for coming out tonight

my dick is like a tree
when i read bad poetry

poetry is the hardest art form to do well

thats because it's the most gay.

i'd say drama (theater) is the hardest to write.

That's a decent point. I know some writers who are excellent everything but dialogue, and that's all playwriting really is.

That said, I'd rather write a play than a poem. But I'll stick to stories/novels.

dialogue is hard, but it's not all there is to it.
you can write nice dialogue and still end up with a pointless shallow play.
you can write a play with no dialogue at all.

chameau blau.

let me hit the nails
on your humped heads
let me quiesce
and i'll give you a smoke
thick enough
to hide weary skin
tan your camel hide

.

One day this guy I knew Walked out of a bar, Reeking of rot gut hard A liquor, holding a beer in his hand.

And he walked out and gave a big stumbling "Fuck you" To the establishment that day. He was hard pressed on luck, he spent all his money, But he had a beer in his hand.

He had no home to call his own, So he just started to walk away. When two bouncers came to and said "Did you think I was kidding? I told you not to leave this place With a beer in your hand." And about that time, the broken band began to play "Don't leave here with a beer in your hand, man!"

The two bouncers stood their ground And made the drunken man fall to his. They punched him, and they kicked him, And when they felt done, they walked away

And that's when the drunken man stood up straight. He got the bouncers' attention and laughed, And slurred his words, this is what he had to say: "I thought I said 'fuck you'. Your mother's a whore." And about that time he pulled a gun out of his pocket And shot them both, with a wild-eyed grin, watching the gore.

Despite it all, He pulled a beer out of his pocket. And walked away.

i'd say drama (theater) is the hardest to write.

jazz hands = sloppy penmanship

<font color="dab9ea">I used to write a shit load of poetry back in high school when I was all depressed and moody. I kind of grew out of it though.
I'm sure I can find some poetry I wrote from college but eh. </font>

mmmmbop a chiggy chung, i said mmmmbop.

What were the words to the that one again?

Okay this isn't poetry, just a travelin' tale sort of song I wrote and later decided I didn't like.

Reaching land's end, we're all out of ground
The sky was sovereign, crowned with a blue cloud
Blue that stuck made me dread til the dawn
The sceptered seven who summon the sun

You've been kind to pull me through the wind
Heaven seeking, such years we've misled
Took to travel so fearing the drought
Beckoned lands we found fecund with doubt

Water wanting we needed a head
Blood falling west says we'll find home again
Marred by patience the air reaches in
Stifling mercy that holds back the grim

They sunk your goodbyes and you suffered a name
They called you December's deep, Eden of waves
And like them I fear that I want to remain
I do, I do, I do

I saw you disintegrate all through the dark
I fled from the up again down again star
Who made my eyes stumble asleep and awake
With not enough love in my body to take
With not enough love in my body to take away

Scattered forward like kites full of tears
Compass overcomes heart in our dares
Fleeing omens that needle our sleep
Leading back to the frostiest deep

Running to snowflake eyes just like yours
Caught in a black wave that led me ashore
It said in each dream there is a door
To help one discern evening from morn

I have to believe that you'll take shape again
The ocean is long and I need a good friend
I know that you're gone and the fates will not bend
I do, I do, I do

I saw you disintegrate all through the dark
I fled from the up again down again star
Who made my eyes stumble asleep and awake
With not enough love in my body to take

And over the castles that mark where you are
I pled with the up again down again star
To bring you back loving and wanting less deep
With not enough love in your body to keep
With not enough love in your body to keep for me

top of the line in utility sports
unexplained fires are a matter for the courts

canyonero

I wrote this for my best friend who I have been in love with since we were 17 and decided that I really needed to put space between us for my own sanity. I'm Jim Halpert, she's Pam Beasley and she's going to marry Roy. After 10 years I had to cut the cord and tell her we can't be jim and pam anymore. anyway this is what I sent her (after a loving conversation)


I don't know how to just be your friend without being completely in love with you
and I don't know how to be completely in love with you and just be your friend
so i dont think we can share tea anymore

you know i'm only a call away
no matter what
never doubt that i love you
but right now, i have to drink my own tea.

and please don't tell me you love me
not like you do now

i don't think we can share beds when we visit
don't forget that i love you
but i can sleep on the floor

please don't tell me you miss me
when i'm thousands of miles away
know that i write you love from my tent
but i need you to encourage my adventure
and not ask me to share nights and tea with you back home

i cant share tea with you
not like i do now
if i want to share tea with you on our 96th birthday.

all i have are like, scattered notes here and there on my external. i can never get past my first initial idea. :(

I can hear the sound of the dead end kids
as they reach up high into heaven
kissing God on the hands
and they say
"no this is not high enough"

and them i'm all "..."

all i have are like, scattered notes here and there on my external. i can never get past my first initial idea. :(

I can hear the sound of the dead end kids
as they reach up high into heaven
kissing God on the hands
and they say
"no this is not high enough"

and them i'm all "..."
hmm what did you wish to add?

thats because it's the most gay.

no it just has a bad reputation because let's face it when ppl think of poetry they think of edgar allen poe or robert frost or that lesbian or beat poetry.

i think lord byron is cool. :cool:

new york school poetry (the antithesis of beat poetry) is my favorite - frank o'hara, john ashbery, ted berrigan, etc.

newer dudes i love anselm berrigan (teds son that he had with alice notley - another ny school poet), anthony mccann, dean young, and matt hart.

they make poetry fun and exuberant.

as opposed to self-indulgent

the problem with bad poetry is that its mostly just people writing in their diaries about how the feel and nobody really wants to read that.

this ^

nimrod's son was his name
playing with cards was his game
running his mouth was his hobby
had a boyfriend named bobby
inside each other they came

http://i.imgur.com/Sfyqm.jpg

this man has so far contributed beautiful art to both the poetry and the photography thread, and I'm already feeling more cultured because of it.

wish i had brought a snack
but what's this?
a tiny orange
in my bag
:)

You brought me doom
as your cigarette came to the end of its fuse
I know I said I wanna inhale you, like a plume
Then I left mushroom clouds to stand as dunes
So few

You brought me doom
At least you attempted to
I'm blinded by a light that was blocked out by you
In an indigo room.
Enough space to upset the childhood colors in you.
Another view

I locked my room
And went for a hike where the wild summer grew
Pebbles flowing, hands are passing through
I suppressed my moral compass and the souls of my shoes
I'm one with you

It's almost done
Your doomsday machine created for one
I step inside, its going to be fun
To understand just how this thing is run
You're scum.

ok MAYBE that was a downer so to counterbalance:

sunshine, break through your cloud. it's all i need to see.
this sadness is tearing a hole through my heart.
the fever running through your spine - in your hands - and in mine

smile
it's better that way
smile, anyway

question every word you have ever said
pull away the veil from your face
and your life will be the greatest poem I will ever read
pull away the veil from your face

smile
it's better that way
smile, anyway

filament livewire apocalypse cutting
through limp ecstasies of steel
and carbon

gunships of intricate design crawl
overhead, payloads of dark
torpedoes and furious oblivion

skywire ultimatum crosses the end
of lines and darkening
access of complete twilight

nuclear haywire

digital armageddon helicopter
mutations and car crashes
automobile accidents
vehicular collisions

crisscrossing chemtrails and hybrid
drone strikes hazard a million
flyover impossibilities and
helter skelter impressions

In The Darkest



I’m sorry but
you shouldn’t have walked through
the force field
like that

I had intended to come back

and beautifully
reconstruct you at a later date

but
this never happened so
stop me if I’m being foolish and

stop me if you’ve heard this one before

but

a good guest will always leave
a thank you note
(among other things) like a hat or depression

So here’s hoping

while taping my body back together
in the enrichment chamber
I was only seeking nourishment

from the stars

I was only looking for guest appearances
by my future mistakes
coming back at me

Supposedly there are other ways
to utilize an oracle

in the darkest this is now called my stopwatch

we can pay to have our thoughts shipped direct
from the warehouse

This is now called the reproduction gallery

before when it was buried
it wasn’t buried deep enough

“I guess it used to have a back door”
for escape-based proselytizing

no fear here / these colors...

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Campbell

A guy on the street
Looked me in the eye
Said: "'Sup, Campbell?"

My name is not Campbell
So now I am aware of Campbell.
Campbell, my doppelgänger.

Things aren't going to be easy for you any more, Campbell.
You've kept yourself well-hidden
But I'm on to you.

that would have been a regular post
but i added line breaks.
now it's a poem

i was digging around some old stuff and found this sterling effort from 2003:

Here

Come here, by your delicate ways
Come near, with a gentle embrace
I know this can’t last, know you’ll leave with the weather
Don’t think of that now, there’ll be a time that we’re together

THIS IS TOTAL FUCKING DRECK

COLDPLAY ANYONE? SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE

awesome

Are you still making music Luke? Not checked your site for a while...

still writing but haven't done much in the way of recording for ages. but i did start working on an arrangement for this one last weekend:

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song's been kicking around since the start of last year but, well, that's what happens when i'm not writing for a band i guess

A Demon's Poem


there are people on the street at night
demons rise up out of the street grates, flying to the roof tops
they dive and bite at the limbs, eating and crushing bones
screams pillage my deep sleep
I awaken and run down the stairs
into the evil night
in darkness I stand, listening
crunching, clawing, tearing, and chewing
laughter
a demon walks over to a soda machine and pays for his diet coke
Oh happy demon, riddled with aspartame brain
fuck you demon
you are a ghost of an ancient world archaeologists have yet to discover
you are hungry, old demon, but fuck you for real
i am a program now
reduced to codes and words, marching to Gustav Mahler
Oh Vienna, Vienna
Hey old demon, rapping demon
driving your car too fast
chaka chaka kahn chaka kahn
dangerously creeping
rolling up beside me, eating an in n out burger
tempt me with a grilled onion
seduce me with mayonaise
as long as I have teeth I will bite you
damn demon
take your creeping ass back to hell
I fucking hate you, mother fucker
stealing my time, and my thoughts
baby Jesus hates you now
the baptismal fount might kill you
the holy water is gonna stick in your throat and choke you
swallowing might be a problem from here on out
old black bird devil, fly to the tower
shit on random people, old devil
i hear warren g say REGULATORS
and BOOM they arrive with their skittles and iced tea
black hoodies in the night
You will rise again
drink your fucking tea and enjoy colors of the rainbow
cause that damn watchman wants a trophy
can I still supersize a big mac?
At walmart the black demon birds, walk about, saying "Fuck yeah, America"
robots with eyes
for your pleasure, the check out girl will get on her knees
and steal your soul, your life, your home, your family, your money
she has hip hip hipster glasses to save you from your boring life
Goodnight my love, to every hour and every day
She can get you, she can tease you
sing a strong death song before you tumble off a cliff and plunge to your death with the buffalos.
old buzzards circling and screeching
holding court
a raven flies by, and sees you floating up to the stars
biting at your dick, ripping it to shreds
don't worry, you won't need it among your ancestors
in the dresser drawer, new condoms lay next to your boxers
I'll mail them to my neighbor, pregnant with her 8th child
God bless UH-mericuh
the condoms of a ghost might have good medicine

that's awesome, starla

long division
more like joy division

chaka chaka kahn chaka kahn


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Here I am
A dead person inside a living body
And I have nowhere left to go
Years lost and more to lose
The point is gone, it left a long time ago

Fair - what's fair but another deception?
I've gotten what's fair from my own perspective
Never feel, never sad, never lost, never alone
My bones shake one by one inside me
My heart a living, beating diary
Of compromises too unsightly
For anyone else to ever know

I wonder where the line is drawn
Those too broken to ever be one
Where putting together creates more pieces
And soon the pieces are so small they are dust
Dusty bones, dusty mind, stupid girl your limitations are hardwired inside
A brain too broken to ever be kind
A brain too shallow to ever be wise

Did you rly write that reprise? I like it. Especially the bones shaking.

Here is my "tsp" poem i wrote in high school. don't judge me!

Now sleep in peace
Under your stars
I hope you find
Your heart

May all your dreams
Someday come true
May all your hopes
Find you.

Here I am
Alone
OK

Not okay
You dumb fucking dummy
(to BC)

Did you rly write that reprise? I like it. Especially the bones shaking.

Here is my "tsp" poem i wrote in high school. don't judge me!

Now sleep in peace
Under your stars
I hope you find
Your heart

May all your dreams
Someday come true
May all your hopes
Find you.

yeah i wrote it immediately before posting it after a really hard therapy session where my therapist sorta kinda called me a coward and it upset me a lot. well i brought up saying that i feel like im a coward when it comes to some things and she was like... well kinda. all sorts of crazy shit went through my head after that and i am actually contemplating ending therapy. not because she said that but because if i'm going to be a coward there is no point in continuing. coward is apparently a trigger word lol

Sorry to hear that your therapist sounds awful. I don't blame you for wanted to stop therapy with her.

Being a coward is no joke, let me tell you. It grates the soul. :rockon:

she's not awful at all actually but i don't understand this

I am gonna drink
I think I'll go bowling too
This Friday's a bore

Golden goat mother
Breaking in. Another go round
In my midnight bedroom.
I zip on your britches while you're gone:
It's all you left me, hanging round in my midnight
Bedroom. Goat faced lady
My favorite cell
In the gravelly-grip, satin blooms and spikes
It's not illegal but it's not allowed
Wasn't caught, and it got me thru. Ew!
Naming blue bruises after muses that pull the sheets loose of us

. . .


Ice cold bedroom filled to bursting
With the dried-out husks of our prior pastimes
Thought u heard knocking at the door;
It's just the clock clapping hands
Burnin it down, 4 am bedroom rite now
If you hover above your bruise-baking boy, he'll do it for you. Ew!

black text in
your mothers arms
i'm tired
so sick
so just shut up

i wish things were better
in this realm
or i was better
at this cypher
and coded empathy

Burning it down 4 am rite?

U toke in the predawn hours as well run2me?

:smoke:

How does a pertinent question like that remain ignored? I mean you guys discuss at great lenght things like rats and cats and heavy petting but I get nothing.

I'm going to post a poem later today. This is its announcement. Consider yourselves duly warned.

LOOK OUT:

Below the Purple Waves

I know a mystic magic well
Of syrup sickly sweet,
For once into its depths I fell
To oceans underneath.

Six leagues below the purple waves
I sank down languidly,
Until I reached the submerged caves
Beneath the syrup sea.

Within those caverns deep and vast
I wandered sluggishly,
Until my eyes beheld at last
A kingdom ruined for me.

Of toppled towers and crumbling walls,
Of broken temple domes.
Of shattered spires and fallen halls,
Of sunken sacred stones.

Six years I slumbered in those caves
In drunken fantasy,
Until I quaffed the purple waves
And drained the syrup sea.

Enchanted by the mystic spell
Of syrup sickly sweet,
I drown within the magic well
To dream of worlds beneath.


Part II

The Rapture of the Deep

Wrapped in a nitrogen narcosis dream,
Trapped in the realms of the submarine,
Mired in the mud of precipitous sleep,
Pinned to the floor of the poisonous deep.

an aphelion author, i see

A closet fan? Have you been following my career, breathlessly and somewhat moistly twixt the buttocks?

just patrolling for plagiarists

please don't take it personally

My name is Jonathan Stefanovic.

Have I self plagiarized?

I was going to post the companion piece (also published by the Aphelion) but now that a top tier boarder like Cork Soaker has ruined things I might have to reconsider sharing my cherished literary accomplishments or, at the least, postponing it.

I've given this some srs thought and I have concluded that cork soaker was so impressed by the literary worth and conceptional soaring of my poem that he thought I plagiarized it.

So it's all good cork soaker, its all good!

great bio dude

I blame the cough syrup.

For everything.

seriously i enjoy unpretentious bios

I was going to post the companion piece (also published by the Aphelion) but now that a top tier boarder like Cork Soaker has ruined things I might have to reconsider sharing my cherished literary accomplishments or, at the least, postponing it.

apologies, please do carry on!

Ok. My boris discography bit torrent download has fisnihed downloading so im gonna run away from this library while i still have my life (this place is crawling with sdas. they all hate me)

Sorry I snapped at you cork soaker. you have lived in morocco. i like you. please like me too.

Aw cork soaker pos repped me. :)

Sorry I got inflamed. I am an Ares and sharing poetry always brings out my martial aspects.

thanks for listening

life is like a puzzle
there so many pieces
where do they go?
nothing fits
do me
like a puzzle

do me
like a puzzle

all day I wait for
that sweet truth to roll around
death is coming soon

sitting through a film
some asshole on his cellphone
turn it off or else

Actin' hard in the picture theatre,
Play'n' Black Star,
Sippin' meh cerveza.

all your poems combined are not equal to even A SINGLE LINE of mine.

god i'm angry!!!

Actin' hard in the picture theatre,
Play'n' Black Star,
Sippin' meh cerveza.

n e
way

here

z

w
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..n
...d
....e
.....r
..........w
............a
...............l
.....................l



~~ u slide into the ether~~

i love my phone
fuck you and fuck your film
all of you can die suck my

you guys kind of suck at haiku

you guys kind of suck at haiku

uh-oh here comes the haiku master

please master tell us what we've done wrong. did the 3rd line fail to reflect the state of the season?

you fucking self-important jackass. how dare you.

oh wait i forgot, rbg has been to israel. he is a master of haiku.

how fucking dare you condescend to people like that. if you're a good person, maybe you just talk fast. if you're a bad person, you're being disrespectful. i oughta knock your fucking teeth out.

A joyous form

I, wisely declare, we're starting over, again
Why would I realize, when it's over, it begins...

Next time I know I'm leaving
This time I swear I will
and when I see the light
I'll know why I'll just stand still

And if I see another that I knew once before
I will not take the offer to walk the hidden door
It's alright, It's alright...It's all right to feel this way, It's alright

And I will relay, the sense of a call, on this turn
And I will delay, your senses to ride
unless you return and get fooled again

And when you know you're leaving
See through Magi's eye
void the trick from light to dark
where the soul runs dry
And if you see another that you knew once before
Do not take the offer to walk through the hidden door

please master tell us what we've done wrong.

apparently you can't count to five

I can't talk right now I'm watching Lassie.

It's kind of weird to assume that anybody else was attempting a haiku.

There's not much challenge in succeeding.

What happebned to rhythm? Meter? RHYME?

Fucking swine.

You guys prefer Shelley or Keats?

You guys prefer Shelley or Keats?

Shelley is much better than Keats


the real question is Keats or Yeats though

Whatever I bet you've never even read the Idylls, u fakeass phoney!

And for your racist self I would recommend the ultra nationalist poetry of Radovan Karadgic.

It's kind of weird to assume that anybody else was attempting a haiku.

There's not much challenge in succeeding.

True. But even that doesn't even matter. RBG has this fucking dumb dummy read-one-time-in-a-book mentality that haiku ABSOLUTLEY MUST follow some 5-7-5 rule, but even people who don't know a fucking thing about haiku know that isn't true. This is like college writing class 101.

So it's like, congratulations, you've won at being a dipshit who knows nothing.

I mean it's like RBG is pretending to be a traditional sonnet master but he's never written a sonnet in his life so he doesn't realize that the old rules don't matter anymore.

Not u rbg, poots

the most intense paper I ever wrote in school was on Radovan Karadzic

I mean goddam even wiki says it's bullshit and doesn't translate. RBG is in his 20s and has an education from 40 years ago.

I see poots has logged into all his troll accounts tonight

it's like you can't decide if you want to be foolokatook, a troll, or a real person

typical deflection

did you have a bad day honey you seem tense

let me rub your shoulders for you

I know he's stealing my ur mom thunder.

You really wrote a paper on Karagic? You know among us sensible yugos he's probs considered the worst of all those murdering fuckers. Probably cos he was an intellectual who fueled that shit.

The last years of his life living in hiding and disguised make good reading. What did your paper focus on?

these are not the boarders you are looking for

he eats his big shit
because he's so fucking small
in winter we die

That's ok but its not quite Below the Purple Waves is it now?

No, it isn't.

Only a fool would have gone with logged on instead of logged in.

there once was a netphorian fool
who likely dropped out of high school
he takes my flip pose
as serious prose
is he stupid or just some bored tool?

I'm a drop out... A DOCTORAL DROPOUT BITCH!!!

GOD I AM AWESOME

Ok laku noc za sada

vidimo se sutra

Laku noc

Slatki snovi

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I'm a drop out... A DOCTORAL DROPOUT BITCH!!!

GOD I AM AWESOME

you know colleges hate that shit. when i look at places i want to go they have like one drop out every few years (small programs with like 5-10 students per cohort). and they try to hide it like number graduated in 5 years, number graduated in 6 years, number graduated in 7 or more years, number not graduated and not currently enrolled - bitch please we know someone dropped out or got kicked out

Musa velutina

I'm guessing most doctoral students fail. I know my dad was always freaking out about his phds. especially during the thesis period.

i dropped out after two summer courses lol.

Well I'm going back down to jetblack city
Lodging with a bluesman n band
Gonna lose me some pounds
Gonna get back pretty
Catch me walkin flossed in copland

But all I see is carpet moons, dusty blooms
The emptiest rooms, and the powers almost out

The stink eats dreams
As lice loves beans
Like ice needs teens
Winter is your shivering dealer

Roll us up a smoke it's been years since we spoke
Composed 3 jokes and remembered 1
All those old friends can't stand to look at us now
The bottoms scary but it sure is fun
Smelly Satan will not look away: keep trying to meet me at the corner store
Can never just stay but might come back as trees
Keep hoping for that smorgasbord

But all I see is carpet moons, dusty blooms
The emptiest rooms, and the powers almost out

The stink eats dreams
As lice loves beans
Like ice needs teens
Winter is your shivering dealer

The stink eats your dreams
Winter is your shivering dealer

awesome!

awesome!

Thanks, but it's hard for me to claim credit for this one, as it seemed to have been whispered, whole and intact, into my ear by a lonely spirit as I sat on my stoop in 2010, only six months removed from a narrowly averted alcoholic suicide, contemplating the street traffic and police, and whether I would even live to age 30 after all

It seems to be about the short-lived euphoria experienced by the ultimately doomed addict who's Really Gonna Beat It This Time, gonna turn things around and everything

When I can figure out how to upload it somewhere I'll post the recording of the song that goes to this, it's maybe kinda catchy in a sad, depressing way

i'd love to hear it. you have a unique writing style that i really like

sounds like a country song. i can help you figure out how to upload it somewhere.

Do people like the soundcloud? The bandcamp? I see them most often in the "post yur musics" thread

Had a reverbnation at one point but F them, they're relentless spammers and seem to prey upon the pitiful dreams of the young and (marginally) talented

If laziness leads you to YouTube, we can surely find it in our hearts to forgive you.

i wrote this myself

Now I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast
And so shattered, it will reach you everywhere.

And I sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built, for the mother in
Confusion, her cradle still unfilled.

For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king. for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.

Through the days of shame that are coming, through the nights of wild distress,
Though your promise count for nothing, you must keep it nonetheless.

You must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built. for the mother in
Confusion her cradle still unfilled.

For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king, for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.

i wrote this myself

Now I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast
And so shattered, it will reach you everywhere.

And I sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built, for the mother in
Confusion, her cradle still unfilled.

For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king. for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.

Through the days of shame that are coming, through the nights of wild distress,
Though your promise count for nothing, you must keep it nonetheless.

You must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built. for the mother in
Confusion her cradle still unfilled.

For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king, for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.

That's kickass, conjure up mad images n colors in my headparts

I didn't write this but I sure wish I did.

Violent torture, Death has arrived, Armageddon, Terror and fright, Bleeding corpses, Rotting decay

Anarchy, Violent torture, Antichrist, Lucifer, Son of Satan Pure Fucking Armageddon

Pure Fucking Armageddon!

Alchohol, alchohol:
Puke your guts out in a stall,
Smash your head into a wall,
Dive into a savage brawl,
Watch your step or you might fall,
Into gutters there to crawl,
With the worms who lost it all:
Alchohol.

:) (don't judge me)

Thank you, brother.

not mine, but i came across it today and the author's name (somewhat disturbingly) reminded me of netphoria. it is quite a lovely poem




Maps
Yesenia Montilla


Some maps have blue borders
like the blue of your name
or the tributary lacing of
veins running through your
father’s hands. & how the last
time I saw you, you held
me for so long I saw whole
lifetimes flooding by me
small tentacles reaching
for both our faces. I wish
maps would be without
borders & that we belonged
to no one & to everyone
at once, what a world that
would be. Or not a world
maybe we would call it
something more intrinsic
like forgiving or something
simplistic like river or dirt.
& if I were to see you
tomorrow & everyone you
came from had disappeared
I would weep with you & drown
out any black lines that this
earth allowed us to give it—
because what is a map but
a useless prison? We are all
so lost & no naming of blank
spaces can save us. & what
is a map but the delusion of
safety? The line drawn is always
in the sand & folds on itself
before we’re done making it.
& that line, there, south of
el rio, how it dares to cover
up the bodies, as though we
would forget who died there
& for what? As if we could
forget that if you spin a globe
& stop it with your finger
you’ll land it on top of someone
living, someone who was not
expecting to be crushed by thirst—

Woah

I.don't think that's the same Yesenia.

Why were you disturbed?

suck it
why you
be suckin it

come on
now
this is

getting ridiculous
you crazy
leave me alone

a vibrational muse
caresses your shoulder
a universal truth
the God-head as proof


and it comes down whole
in a moment or so
that takes 20 minutes
just to finish the notes
and when you take a look at what's complete
you say, "How the hell did that come out of me!?!"












:netphoria

Why were you disturbed?

reminded me of a hotel room i once stayed in