beanpaper Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 I haven't posted poetry online before, or even studied it much at all, but for some reason I was inspired to share. Here's some stuff I've written in the past. Comments are welcome, even just to say you read it. UNREQUITED OBSESSION you're the dinosaur between my toes +the foreign object+ - - felt a few yards back But your dinosaur brain doesn't notice your over-size in my cleft - - The festering friction.. you remain wedged UNTITLED Excuse me, Mr. Rude you can't just walk up & do that then back away like it's all gonna be okay cuz you affected me I took it home with me my head turned it over and over what you might have done inadvertently with no "excuse me" I still tremor & contemplate your apparent lack of remorse Running my hands over the smalling bump Wishing it was fresh so I could apply a new tactic for hacking into your system ~~ Okay MYSTERY ME It's comfy flaked up in fragments breaking variously reflecting pieces of my face out of order Hidden from view In front of your image my entirety even I can't see 4/1/02 There's a flower somewhere for me blooming Waiting to wilt away There's no way anyone can know Where it lays If I pick the wrong one It will still wilt Even the residue on my fingers the scent I perceive Can't tell the difference There's no difference then 4/1/02 p.2 There's a virgin peach fuzz In my anger You're not invited I have silly wine parties But no one laughs You combust my reverence With your averting eyes There's something within you I'd love to smash That part of you That would love to smash.. An omited sentence takes away That sentence Omit me It takes more than I can tell Is it sick To have a secret That it wouldn't be so bad To die in glory Or assault Is it pessimistic To plan a fight to the death Not expecting Not desiring Necessarily to live Is it sick It's hardly a secret You can tell how I talk It's in the way that I walk I'm a walking victim zombie No one but me to stalk GAMES? Won't give it up - that emotion And - nothing burns up inside I'll have you know I'm an ocean There's wealth & riches in the tide How many times do I scream - to myself You do not affect me Like that - but quieter Like a nightmare ---------------------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
in_the_mirror Posted December 3, 2004 Share Posted December 3, 2004 i really likes your poems. they are quite different from from what you normally see on these posts. there good keep up the great work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lost_666 Posted December 3, 2004 Share Posted December 3, 2004 different but somehow enchanting.......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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