Post your original works of poetry here.Any kind of poetry is acceptable.My first attempt at sci fi poetry:e^(pi(i))+1=0I have no idea what it meansYet it is the most profound thing that I have ever seen in my life
>>24675305Cookie I dunkHalf split apart. Woe, it is sunk,‘Long with my heart!
>wanted to post into 'what's on your mind'. But look, there's the thread!no thread to lay my poems of enchantmentas Atalanta runs away, ever remaining huntedwho knows her? Lo, not many I assumefor they are justified in sniffing fumes of gloom'Where are we?' still reverberatesin these old channer halls where absence meets the fade:the valley of the dollsI hear the voice propelling me to be the way I am (know, it is not a choice)it's forcing meand anyone around:post, post against the dying of the lightfor once we knew: how does it feel to be alivethe heat of memeing O churning egg of youth!elixir drenched we shall be meeting youagain, againand once more many timesthe ghost train on its waydon't say the truth has diedpost, postdespite the heavy fogfor it will be dispelledand arteries uncloggedas sadness meltsand new paths do unfoldthe old meaning of booksand ancient tales retoldperhaps you'll recollect what I have now just saidand will be wise enough to know the worth of lead.
kill yourself
The world is yours:I but play the foolMeasured each in eachBy one's rule To your known end;My lines, likeWell purposed tools,Tighten calf skinDrum bleatingTo a fall,So devised My writ of willThat death greetsIn kindly actsAll heavenly lawRecompensed(And some more!)The hanging guiltWhich suspends thisFruit from floor.
Manolo, who despises America,says: “Less than a whore, more than a nightmare,more than a broken highway at 3 a.m.,”while the jukebox repeats the same ballad, itsforeign words unheard by the mountain spirits.
