Anonymous 09/02/13 (Mon) 04:49:52 No. 385
a thousand greek statues oozing robitussin; exact feelings dissipate and wash away like rain water over tinted car windows. What had it ever meant to find beauty in things? or to have loved women, when long ago I chased the fairy of the Rappahannock and was cursed to never touch one again - does it mean that even though I have fingers I touch within the empty space in my throat? In forests, the blurring green is a love potion and the feel of wood reminds me I exist in the short spasm of a dream. So why does it upset me, the intimacy of others? Why does rain water trickling down a leaf upset me? It’s because my eyes are only holes and my lips are the ending point of my words, and my hands are only meant to touch stone. Dionysus himself once in drunken revelry saw an alien world made up of sand and milk and he cried. I likewise, born with a mother, have peaked vacation homes of purple stars - where the water’s strange; no one goes there but to exhaust a part of themselves. To become tired… to become very tired I have walked the fructose-glazed road into the stars; I fear I will never again be the same. I long for the dreamy touch of the sky. I live in the vast ketamine landscape of color as a short spurt of love. Forever
絶対処女 09/09/13 (Mon) 06:36:34 No. 389
Another round stone on the pile, weighing bone down to the mile we walk around the holy ground and pray for the gentle sound of relief from punishment for disbelief. With legs bent until knees touch dirt and forehead pressed deep on the earth our ears slow a soft quickness: "Bow low, ask forgiveness."poetry is gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Robaschi 09/09/13 (Mon) 09:12:21 No. 390
The shadows have foretold, Her eyes, lost it's luster gold. She was like everyone, just completely innocent, But her curiosity led her into something malignant. She soon felt the draining of her kindness, And replaced with something frightening: Madness. She was no longer the kind child of forgiveness, It was no thanks to the influence of the lord of darkness. "D̢͘o̕͜n'͏͘ţ͜͞ ͠͝t̴hi̶ńk̕ ͏̵҉th̨҉at̢ ̴͢i̶͜t̶'̡͘s̸͞͝ ̸́o̷v̨̨͘e͏̷r̸̨ ͢y̧͢͝e̸̢t͟,̵̛̕ ̴́͢l͜iţ̷͝t҉lé̀ ҉s̶͜p͞͡a͏w͢n̡. T͜h͝e̸̶ ̴͞f͏҉u̡ń h͜͏a̕s͜ ҉̶on͜l̷͞y͠ ̡͘͡j҉̧ù̢́s̵t̡͡҉ ͜͠b̛eg̛̀u̧̕͘n͜͠."
Distortion !xqNZ2gyOA2 09/11/13 (Wed) 10:13:28 No. 392
Creature of the id mindless as it is Clarity to it's hungry eyes Grafted from the mortal mind into existence she was wrought if only as a thinking thought A heart of fire And claws of iron Harbinger of all desire! My master! My queen! Dormilia!
Anonymous 09/14/13 (Sat) 12:54:50 No. 394
The birds have vanished in the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and I until only the mountain remains.
絶対処女 09/19/13 (Thu) 07:16:08 No. 395
雷や パソコンの前 に寝ていた thunder! i was sleeping before the computer an open textbook waves wash away the lines in the sand
Anonymous 09/09/21 (Thu) 23:10:07 No. 949
>>948 Necro bump with pride. Im glad there is a poetry thread, I write them often.
Anonymous 07/29/22 (Fri) 18:10:33 No. 956
>>383 The egg whence I came, and eat eggs do I;
O, praise to products animal! to Milk
That quenches thirst, and blankets drench; revive!
To yogurt, cheese; fermented things abound,
rebuilding, building life—thus roots ‘ll ‘round!
the Lord, on fasts, observes and reconciles
Produce from meat; of course, the Grain from chaff.
Anonymous 09/23/22 (Fri) 17:26:29 No. 958
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