Poetry & Prose Thread

Share and discuss literary art.

Counts as poetry. That was awesome, Stagga. haha

I write "funny" short stories from time to time.

Will update..

meh not that i feel comfortable sharing this shit, but here goes.

 

"off in the misty meadows and grassys peaks
we sleep in sweet awakening, shes so mean
my darlin clementeen. catch her in a soft serene mood
and best not be rude or your mutual relationship crude.
unaware of what to do. got your jelly confused with another

maybe a past secrect lover or could be the nationwide flyer of hovercrafts. jump him and he'll earn a laugh at your behalf.

live as free as giraffe, earn your keep and try not to drown. dont staple a frown on your face in place of a crown. lastly if you find yourself lost in space you dont belong, be sure that you  have somethin longed for, banging of gongs, or crystallized bongs."

Love the last portion of that Folksy. 

I did this just over a year ago. Was in a very different head-space, but I think it's fun to have to look back on. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4PpmmD3rtI

I have been writing a lot recently, but haven't polished anything just how I want it yet. I will be sure to post when I do.

big EE cummings fan. he's just a bitter old shitbag

and my boiiiii Stafford.

 

 

thanks a ton. yeah as evident by the ending i was inspired by certain substances. all my stuff turns out sounding nonsensical at some point however. haha

spence that's some real imagery going on in those. nice.

worst thread ever

I wrote a collection of six poems in the style of a really unique poet named Salah Faik. 

I posted each of the the poems to my site. Here's a link to the first one (and a short introduction that will provide some context). 

http://mindontap.com/2015/07/10/salah-faik-and-an-imagined-poem/

most will never know their true depths of soul, they're constantly on the go.

as for mine, it resides in humankind's unknown.

i should unwind, instead in a constant paranoid zone.

zooOhhhOhhhne

i should unwind, instead in a constant paranoid zone.

 

I'm doing a process writing project at the moment. Here's two poems from it:

If it is of interest, or added context, here's the process writing parameters:

 

 


How are you doing today sir? 

Arm extended
From a nylon jacket
Matching pants
Was talking alone, contently

Arm extended
Passing Abe’s barber shop
Pink-flowered tree growing
Up the side of a brick building

Arm extended
How are you doing today sir?
Good, and you? 
Doing better than yesterday

A look 
That plays at the boundary 
Of content sanity, gives way
As it will
To wild discontent
Mumblings to rantings
A window’s strength is tested
And it holds

Tightrope walking 
Near the last stop
Arm extended



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Today’s words are concealed 
Beneath a hand in your pocket
Bronze-colored chain and lock
Smooth skin covered in paint

I measure my height and wonder
What the number signifies
You brush overflown rice
From the soles of your tired feet

A heavy loss is mended
By the cement patches of an alley
 

some more...

the rich bitch and suck dick
for their own ego
while the poor have soul
that can turn it into pure gold
but in doing so
they themselves have to become a rich bitch
or they would have nothing to play with
for all they did was give
damn that capitalism
its a nasty one

A jack of all trades
should not chase
just one trade
let life shape you
don't be confused
life would be hard
if one would choose
so start

in this world
to take hold
those who control
with their corrupt souls.
i don't care how high it goes.
i know, im a lone wolf.
scares you people the most.
bury me before you become toast.

i've been writing some song lately some of them are ok, some are shitty but maybe i'll post some in here if anyone would be interested.  
  1. Asians have stained my brain, it has pumped hate through my veins. For they've created a racist. Instead of rage that would lead to remains, I expose their fake shit. I say this, MORE INVESTIGATIONS!
  2. Don't think I don't know where you've come from son. Navy ships in a war we could've won, but was told by a nation of sheep to cease. It's my fantasy to have these people strip your properties you've probably seized illegally from the weak. Yet, im still speaking, attacking verbally, witness history in the making..FUCK I love the freedom of SPEECH!
  3. Im a psychological monster who's thoughts are plastered as art. It's my fucking heart, which you people seem to love ripping apart. To say this bomb is about to blow off should get some to watch. Just as world war two, I virtually storm the beaches of Normandy. God's glory is with me, hell have no fury. Only the guilty shall fear me....
  4. In my world a society is sustainable and in this world, a state of collapse. It is your responsibility to realize this fact. Or this generation will be the last from nuclear blasts.
  5. My heart is in the stars, for fellow man has fallen apart...
  6. I'm properly taking properties, fucking watch me! Evidently, these identities fraudulently fucked OUR ECONOMY!!!
  7. encryption is my new religion.
  8. when its 1o5 temps, spending it in a tent...one only envisions revenge.

a fragile, radical, not civil but anti-social society.

we seem to be entering in an age of tech.

mining our physiological minds away.

are we just an embryo of an alien race?

are our minds ready for this reality?

no.