Poetry here.
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BLANK (and the hidden poetry section)
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There's lots of people getting drunk today,
Where the mind floats around ,
the shattered head,
To escape the dead weight of life,
A semi escape,
A moment of relief from their
hardened thoughts ,
in their concrete world.
Addled and on the sidewalk ,
Their eyes are untrue,
They hear a frequency of noise ,
some flashing images ,
Things lurking in the corners, or the edges
Talking humans ,neons
and brick and bins and trash
and food and shit .
All struggles and all words and
all destinations,
pointless and endless .
One day they will all be dead ,
And nothing mattered and nothing was
gained and nothing was lost .
Every dodgy deal and every rotten victory ,
Fame ,exploitation ,demise, rich and poor.
All for nothing
Blank .
There's lots of people getting drunk today,
Where the mind floats around ,
the shattered head,
To escape the dead weight of life,
A semi escape,
A moment of relief from their
hardened thoughts ,
in their concrete world.
Addled and on the sidewalk ,
Their eyes are untrue,
They hear a frequency of noise ,
some flashing images ,
Things lurking in the corners, or the edges
Talking humans ,neons
and brick and bins and trash
and food and shit .
All struggles and all words and
all destinations,
pointless and endless .
One day they will all be dead ,
And nothing mattered and nothing was
gained and nothing was lost .
Every dodgy deal and every rotten victory ,
Fame ,exploitation ,demise, rich and poor.
All for nothing
Blank .
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A world divided,
With both halves dangerous
And one exciting,
Lets god play a game
In making one tame
While letting one flame,
And when he finally makes a law
Against leaving the womb,
There will be no reason to revolt.
With both halves dangerous
And one exciting,
Lets god play a game
In making one tame
While letting one flame,
And when he finally makes a law
Against leaving the womb,
There will be no reason to revolt.
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3050
In 3050 a painting is seen as a way to go into a space window.
In 3050 a painting is seen as a way to go into a space window.
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CAD: Yes. I’ve always thought with Andre Breton--I think it is, the surrealist poet and thinker--that childhood is the only reality. I think I believe that.
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Mrs Darwin
By Carol Ann Duffy
7 April 1852
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him—
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of you.
By Carol Ann Duffy
7 April 1852
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him—
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of you.
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Where is meows where is meows
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A letter from you
is seven to me
one and countless
to read
is seven to me
one and countless
to read
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I don't feelk much like myself anymore that is why i felt like poetry i am getting older so much about me has changed
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I mostly do poems to annoy my teenage daughter (about pigs, One Direction and such), and since their all on a language uncouth to you I will spare you the ordeal...
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GEE O DEE
Cold November on a bike
Warm inside mist all around
Approaching - a lady with a dog
Dog is old and black waddling along
I look into his face he is looking at me
As we pass he winks as do men of old
The model we have is not close to how it is.
Cold November on a bike
Warm inside mist all around
Approaching - a lady with a dog
Dog is old and black waddling along
I look into his face he is looking at me
As we pass he winks as do men of old
The model we have is not close to how it is.
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I.forgot the poem that iwas going to write but one night 6ter the poem i was going to write i qent off into thewilderness; i am not too young anymore but it was quite something
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I seam to always come to this question, whyis it like this why can't it be fine in the first place; why am i even asking this question anyways
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Why is it so hard to listen to some jambalaya? I'm confused and i don't understand, i don't understand why i waas born and then later i life wanting to listen to jambalaya, i am notsure why ther is all this confusion in the first place, amd if i was born confused, i do not understand that either
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Desire
The film is desire incarnate
Watch at your peril
Film is the slave to desire
But you know this and enjoy
The film is desire incarnate
Watch at your peril
Film is the slave to desire
But you know this and enjoy