NET FRIENDS PARTY

let's get wet
from dd revolution
hyper noise pollution, yeah \m/

let's party hard
and by party I mean
watch cartoons
play shit tunes
video games
usenet flames
spastic dance
porno trance

let's get out
and by get out I mean
that we zoom
through the monsoon
of epic fail
don't inhale
the deadly smell
of nerd sweat bullet hell

otaku sweat danmaku, yeah
and by yeah I mean
yeaaaoourrrrrrgghh ;-@~~~

LOL
THAT WAS MY FAVORITE POEM YET.

someone
declared
Jihad of the Century
and now blood fills up the free space where
my brain isn't
meant for analytical tyrants
stuff your quadratics and let me be free
to wallow in my Lenin and Trotsky even if
this week is Fascism brought to you by the letter C
how no one is surprised?
years
ago
my mother nursed
a little retard named
Antecedent
with her suitcase handle guillotine
bane of cats and hamsters alike
this is what life was never supposed to be
but the colors and sirens
well
aren't
they
pretty?

I wrote this for the language poetry unit of my creative writing class. =P

what if every single person had a window pane in their chest
your doctor would peer in to see what made your heart beat best
it's rather good for me that this strange invention isn't true
because i'm well aware that my physician would keep me far from you

did you know the fist you keep balled up at the end of your arm
should be almost the same size as your tachychardian heart
did you know that for every fifty seconds we live and we breathe
a woman is giving birth to a brand new life somewhere in nyc

what if every tear that fell out your eye and slid right down your cheek
dripped off your face into a bucket that you held between your feet
you'd store your pail away and when too happy you'd drag it back out
of your garage, you'd grab a straw, and you would sad yourself right down


yeah~

Loved it. I think you have a unique talent.
I liked all the ones on this page, even though Rezu's made me scratch my head.

the previous one i posted was actually some song lyrics i wrote during a free-write exercise in class. x:


i'd like to be able to say
my heart beats fast,
for you.
but this isn't a heart at all,
the closest thing is probably
my central processing unit.
i'd like to say
my central processing unit beats fast.
for you.
but even that's impossible.

my nanobots are so quick
to cool it down.

I liked that Autumnberry. Both the last things you wrote seem to have a tone of self restraint to finish with.


These bloody hands of mine.
Taught of flesh of the feast divine,
Livid white-red by tautened twine.
Imbibing vice; forced down on spine.

Gentle kiss, soothing balm,
Once turbulent, now sacred psalm.

I really want to delete that last post. It's so bad.

Anyway...

The hour bank sank,
and maudlin cherubim
did drearily intone
passing moments as they tolled.
A bell which knelled,
and knelled beheld by only those
with prickered ears,
beleagured with fears,
and tears and sagging skin
which left untold the idle days
that lazing in, they flew unmarked.
But marked they scarred and showing grim
in ghastly thoughts and bullish ire,
the vapour and the inner mire,
the fire which flame does not desire,
desiring but a differing hour,
the second and the coming of,
the taking. And taken should it not be found,
that on the ground the waiting lays,
when heavily the hour bank weighs
and breathlessly pass latter days.

It's a prose poem this time.



Beat still this trepid heart, looking upon the frosted glass. Looking beyond it and to the sad, magnificent prisoner within. Beat slowly, for at the end of those fingertips divisions of the cosmos are entrusted to keep. And, though it seem but a matter of breaking the glass, by the resonant objection of the crystalline barrier the spiders would be called and they would dangle from the overhanging trees; danger in their glistening, vivid abdomens, the promise of consumption at their fangs.

Softly now, take care of the devourers. There is no cowering from their many beaded eyes, each a mirror steadfast to compassion. There is no hope when the partition cannot be broken and there is no force by which it can be dissolved. Softly, I said. Only when you tease will the stubborn thread unravel, the knots become naught. Yet firm, lest the strands fall from grip and float gently with the current and the sea.

But, those are perilous waters. They will leave a desperate thirst which becomes unquenchable, despite the living cells, who would scream their desire of air as you drank to drowning. The water is the temptress, the air the mother; drink deeper and never again touch the surface.

The old lady said.
That he was dead
That's what the old lady said
That he was dead
He wasn't dead
But that's what the old lady said
The old lady said that he lived all alone
That old lady said
All alone by himself
The old lady said
But he wasn't alone either
That old lady was strange
He said
I went to the old lady and told her
She laughed and said
'Don't be fooled by his tricks'
'He very much is dead' She said
I went back to the man and told him
Or tried
He wasn't there anymore
The house was empty
Maybe he was really dead
That's what the old lady said


The old lady got sick
and asked for my help
I wasn't a doctor I told her
But she asked for my help
'Take me to hospital' she said
So I did.
in her car.
I took the old lady to hospital
Just like she said.
As soon as we got there
They rushed her inside
The doctors looked at me weirdly
and asked who I was
I told them she asked me bring her
but I needed to get home
They said 'You can't leave!'
I said 'I only brought the old lady,
She'll be fine with you guys!'
I brought the old lady to hospital
and then had to stay.
I think the old lady did this to me on purpose
That old lady really loves to screw with me.

Greetings you cultured Hiki humans!

I wrote lyrics for a song I had going in my head at about 5am the other day when I couldn't sleep as I can never sleep like now I cannot sleep end sentance now. New sentance: have I spelt sentence right/wrong? Ah fuck. Anyway, it may as well be a poem, lyrics/poem/bears/biscuits, same funking thing...

I can't sleep, it's so cool.
Got no work, got no school.

Massive bottle of cider oh it
waits beneath my desk.
Some would say just drink the fuck but
I don't think that's best. These
lungs are poisoned, so's my brain. I
swallowed my tickets for the sleeping train last
week. Oh, how i miss those knock-out sweets.

She can't sleep in my dreams.
Drinking wine. Insomniac teams u-

nite across the night that lets the
world get specks of rest. This
head's a globe, my lamp's the sun. My
body will protest. Oh
every mind that's walking blind through
fields internally. And
every head not cased in bed dis-
likes my waste of energy.

He can't sleep, wide-eyed fool. Popped
one too many, forgot about school. Di-

lated and frustrated, read the time-
table wrong again. He
sits, he trips, he wonders why the
moon was late for him. Blank-
et of dust sleeps on the lid of a
lonely record player. And
when the sun does come he'll add an
hour, add another layer. His
heart is poisoned, and so's his brain. He
lost his tickets for the sleeping train last
week, and how he misses those knock-out sweets.

Teh End. I will record the song I should hope soon, and add some actual poetry as opposed to lyrics soon...

P.S: I like the stuff I've read in this thread so far, I'll show my brain thoughts on some soon/later/in a few minutes/next month/now.

This scares me/gives me a massive hard-on.



I really like this, I'm going to see if I can work it into a song and not give you any credit .



Jumping jelly Jesus crack! That's one long poem! I'm not going to read all of it now as I'm getting too sleepy, but on what I've read and pasted: LoL + Good I like a mixture/mess of serious and silly observational writings/stuffs.

That wasn't poetry Kollide? You would have fooled me had you said nothing.
I liked it very much. It reads very fluently and I can see the truth in the theme of lacking purpose and sleepless nights.

Why thank you Mr. Reanimator Well ja, I guess poetry and lyrics are pretty much the same thing so, myes...



This is dark as fok. There were a couple of words I didn't understand, and bits I couldn't quite grasp the meaning of.



I like.

The years and years, they have no sounds.
Written noise not heard of, learned.
Only in their forgotten doorsteps crying.

They hate
They cannot help but end in
Spirals taking over ground
Listen not to their quite quiet sound
When they hate, they find

The years and years, they have no sounds
Formed from the white noise drowned
The unkind scene finds peace
In their unquiet sound
Only on their doorstep, dying

They hate
They cannot help but end in
Spirals taking over ground
Listen not to their quite quiet crying
When they hate, they find

Those years and years
Left wasting.

You nailed rhythm Labrat. I love it, it reads like a dirge.

thanks

i belive i'mma wrothless fool a sad punk
that won't follow no rules never had never will
tight grip on the brew always skipped school
never gave a fuck about an F live rude
pointing middle fingers up at authority figures
we live it up illegally never spilled a cup
even when push came to shove plus knuckled up
my shit never dripped not a drop.......i'mma alcholic


try'd my best kinda tipsey

one things for sure my lifes been a blurr
since day one, wakin' up drunk by the curb
always been a mess since a kid disconnected
from a world filled with bullSh!t intollerence and sin

where people seem to judge you and talk behind your back with a grin
i wish i wasn't in this position i'm in
my only fear is to be laught at, react with a fist
i exist in these four walls confined in my crib

i'm full of self pity my only companion's the mpc
write rhymes alone only homie let me be
i need space to breath avoid crowded areaz
hate to be lost in the clouds of hysteria

confusion's what i'm often in tryna find my way out quick
i can't comprehend how life became a str8 up bitch
the paranoia's bout to hit plus the reclusiveness
now i'm home alone smoke'n bowls bump'n music till dawn

load the bong up chillin' by the staircase
relaxed toke'n ganja THC in your air space
future lookin' grim been strugglin' for years now
many beers later still suffering no tears found


thoughts that rhyme..........

It doesn't all rhyme, but I really really like that mang.

I knew the response would be cool story bro
So I didn't bother, cool story bro
I didn't tell you the cool story bro
It wasn't about you, cool story bro
You never listen. cool story bro
cool story cool story bro

riveting tale old bean.

Not perfect or fully finished, but well enough, I guess.



“Inside My Mind”


It’s times like these
And nights like these
And days like these
I feel
The reality of my loneliness
And the reality of my fear
Will I ever live a life
Will I ever have a love
Will I forever be alone
Am I destined to spend
All my life inside my head
Inside my mind
Alone


All my life’s a daydream
Lived inside my head
I have love
I have laughter
I have peace
I have fun
I have it all
I have everything
And anything
I could ever ask for
Or ever dare to dream
All inside my head


It’s when I stop imagining
When the daydreams
They subside
When the illusions
of my mind
Start to collide
With the realities of my life
That I realize
The futility of my fallacies
The deceit inside the lies
The reality outside my mind
The truth of the world outside
The truth that exists
without me in it
Without me playing a role
With no position in it


I have no place in the outside world
But my inside world is rich
The world inside my daydreams
Is a world that I know does not exist
But until the world that lives inside my mind
And the world that is without
Finally coincide
I will happily
And readily
Retreat inside my mind
Where there is love
Where there is laughter
Where there is peace
Where there is fun
Where I have it all
And everything
And anything
That I could ever dare to ask for
Or ever dare to dream


Here's a link to more in my blog, but I haven't added many there:

http://mysocalledself.wordpress.com/my- ... -writings/

I've been trying to do rewrites of military drill calls for a book I'm writing. They're sort of like poems...only they're nonsensical, full of cursing, and most of them are pretty dirty. So far, this is the only complete one I've managed to get together. Rewrite of an old classic.

I don't know but I've been told
Kamchatka pussy is mighty cold
Take it standing, make it hot
Ten ruble whore is all I've got

Fucked, shot, bombed, cursed
We all love the Russian First
Hunger, plague, pain, thirst
Why'd we join the Russian First

Comrade's got a shiny gun
Tons of bullets so he don't run
Comrade's got a fancy car
Lives just like the fucking tsar

Fucked, shot, bombed, cursed
God, I hate the Russian First
Hunger, plague, pain, thirst
Fuck my life and fuck the First


I need to get a better hobby.

There once was a poet named Stu
Whose limerick stopped at line two