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General => Off-Topic => Topic started by: [MAF]falky on April 25, 2010, 08:03:04 am
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For Fuck's Sake
I've started writing recently and I wanted to share my stuff only with friends and not publish it yet or anything. I will post here (and on my Tumblr) all poetry I make. Hopefully this should help me (and you) track down my progress as I become a world class poet 8) lol.
I expect this thread to fill up with good stuff along with your comments and suggestions. :) Remember, I'm not yet that good at this so cut me a bit of slack :L
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poetry
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I admire her
Yes
I do,
A lot.
But even
technology
can’t make
me feel
connected.
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I live in a town
of unspoken
progress.
Sidewalks and commute lines that operate like clockwork.
Underground
train systems
plagued with impatient
mammals.
They push
They kick
They knock you off
To get in
To get to work
To get paid
To get home and still be welcomed by the
maggots
that live in a hole on their
pockets.
Above ground it’s all the same:
traffic that homes on you like
heat-seaking missles,
your everyday nuclear warhead,
a machine that is said to represent
industrial growth.
The roads are dirty and hostile to bicycles.
One day
this kind lad
that lives upon the comforts of a place down south
will brave these hurdles
just to be
with her.
Yes
he shall,
as soon as he gets enough
cash.
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Cool, nice bit of poetry.
The poetry thread. I wouldn't be able to post anything here, not too good with words :L
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Nice Ezra :) Bit of humor, bit of life, bit of brainstorm.Keep up :)
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Before I even noticed
one was already off
The guy who sat in front of me
either stuffed the air with
corny shit
or himself with
corny shit
That pistillate front of him
occupied as much space
thumbing away to
suitors
and acquaintances
Chin up
the afternoon vibe
fucked up mine
turned my beard into
shards of burning coal
stinging me like
doctor’s next best cure
I swear
I could’ve felt
blisters down my throat
I just wanted to get home.
The antheral I flanked
stood up
boom
silence.
My ears were bleeding but I could feel no blood
nothing
nothing
nothing
red light
fuck.
So motley,
I see Korean lettering
a rusty old car
some bikes
fuck’s sake won’t that van in front of us go any faster?
The grass, a park.
Then the girl stood up
dogs run
and I think she’s glad.
The radio
starts playing Total Eclipse of the Heart
The bald guy
starts singing along (horribly)
a bank
the drug store
printing
internet cafe
Starbucks
restaurants
car wash
another bank
ugly-ass stands
more restaurants
KFC
the gate
houses
home
a bowl
some ice
add water
toothpaste?
You get the idea.
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Nice lol. i kinda dont get this topic's name though...
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It doesn't get you too.
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2204 hours
why do they even call it “hours”
it’s bloody pathetic
does that mean we go through 2204 hours each day
15428 hours each week
61712 hours each month
804460 hours each year
806664 hours each leap year
?
and does that mean I’ve already spent
6 hours making this poem?
kk submitting now
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lolz
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losing a friend due to extremely contradicting views, so extreme our arguments put us in colder situations. i'm mad at the world atm
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1,000,000 words
most probably put to vain
because of thine inconsiderate and persistent
attitude
to judge and persecute
all ye whom did not make a connection.
thou art thyself who was oppressed,
by thine fucker, attests ye:
only brethren cool enough
are exempt from criticism.
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Once altered by the world
altered to see only
the dark in you
but so much do thyself hate ye
for beautiful adds you
be dandelions
describe happy
but it is polarity of which I feel
They wouldn’t leave us alone.
A sense of guilt
and a sense of arouse?
the former is sure
and it fills our atmosphere.
The very lifeline on which this relationship clings to is the moral obligations we still have for each other.
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Had lunch with a politician and her humble wife today. Our host put me and my friend on the same table with them.
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Here’s a good’en:
a hot sunday
a sturdy hut
food for forty
lots’a laughter
one politician
fake speech
fake smile
no hair.
A humble maiden because some priest called him gay.
I can’t deny she loves him
but I can deny
her extravagancy
her fake voice
her fake smile
her sister-in-law’s fake stories
her fake voice
her fake smile.
I then imagine the couple in bed:
her forced moans
her fake teases
her fake grins
her fake love.
is she in it for the money?
is she in it for the fame?
is she in it for the power?
I don’t know.
All I know is she isn’t in it for the sex.
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Nice!
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love you love :-*
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Keep smiling
everything’s gonna be OK.
You screwed up
made a mistake
it was your fault
and you apologise
or do you?
Keep smiling
everything’s gonna be OK.
Once more
another slip
the boss isn’t happy
a beer and a laugh
shuts him up.
Keep smiling
everything’s gonna be OK.
Thine persisting
ye insisting
pressure on thyself
tension on thee
OK.
Keep smiling
fucker.
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:L
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Sitting calmly on the loo
Miss Grain prepares to have a poo...
A misty darkness starts to loom
As toxic vapours fill the room...
The punishment's been clearly dealt
As toilet roll begins to melt
And paint starts peeling off the walls
The gunk inside the toilet crawls..!!
The carpet, now a charred remain,
Is floating by the window pane
The door is warped; the light bulb burst
Our little Gina fears the worst
She tries escape - alas in vain
She couldn't find the toilet chain
Young Gina realised too late
That chicken curry was her fate
I hope, my friends, you will awaken
Before another life is taken -
Heed my warning: NEVER POO
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN EATING VINDALOO...!!!
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ok i just wrote this :D
there once was a boy from bristol
unfortunately he was born without a shitol
so he shat out his mouth
but things quickly went south
when he shat on a man who had a pistol
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lol lovely, so creative :P
(http://imgur.com/vK20w.jpg)
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xD :L
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i feel like posting somewhere, so im gonna think of a rhyme poem quickly :P
err.. hi?
k bye
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err.. hi?
k bye
woo I smell the new shakespear!