poem of the month February
Calamityofgin
Forum Posts: 149
Fire of Insight
5
Joined 10th May 2020Forum Posts: 149
Poetry Contest Description
Nominate outstanding poems on DU
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
Mo
NOTE: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/ Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11511/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL 2020 - MONKEYMAN
MAY 2020 - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE 2020 - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY 2020 - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August 2020 Daniel Christensen
September 2020 Aspergerpoet
October 2020 Lunagreyhawk
November 2020 Kristinax
December 2020 Ahavati
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
Mo
NOTE: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/ Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11511/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL 2020 - MONKEYMAN
MAY 2020 - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE 2020 - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY 2020 - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August 2020 Daniel Christensen
September 2020 Aspergerpoet
October 2020 Lunagreyhawk
November 2020 Kristinax
December 2020 Ahavati
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
Bluevelvete
Forum Posts: 2349
Tyrant of Words
74
Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
romantic notions and all that other bullshit
in love
out of
love
eat love
beat love
cheat
love
love at
first
sight
blinded
by love
make
love
fuck
love
love you
always-
that was
a lie
never
loved
you-
that was
a lie
love of
my
life
love you
to
death
love is life
giving us
the middle
finger
love is the sword
of God driven
deep into our
hearts
love...
a trap we
see
coming from
a
mile away
but
refuse to
escape
out of
love
eat love
beat love
cheat
love
love at
first
sight
blinded
by love
make
love
fuck
love
love you
always-
that was
a lie
never
loved
you-
that was
a lie
love of
my
life
love you
to
death
love is life
giving us
the middle
finger
love is the sword
of God driven
deep into our
hearts
love...
a trap we
see
coming from
a
mile away
but
refuse to
escape
Written by buddhakitty
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Ahavati
Tams
Forum Posts: 16864
Tams
Tyrant of Words
123
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16864
Daywalker
I watched his heart stop~
the clock ticks to nautical twilight
and I pause
His skin turned cold in my hands
a pallor washing over sunkissed flesh
and I watch,
I hesitate
A hundred years plus one
I awaited the burn of the sun
but it never came
and I turned my gaze to the day
they would tear me apart
bury me facedown in the dirt
with a stake through my heart
It never came
a hundred years plus one
and I still walk in the sun
Now I create,
breathe to life a new race
for hours I watch,
and in the dawn he Awakes
the clock ticks to nautical twilight
and I pause
His skin turned cold in my hands
a pallor washing over sunkissed flesh
and I watch,
I hesitate
A hundred years plus one
I awaited the burn of the sun
but it never came
and I turned my gaze to the day
they would tear me apart
bury me facedown in the dirt
with a stake through my heart
It never came
a hundred years plus one
and I still walk in the sun
Now I create,
breathe to life a new race
for hours I watch,
and in the dawn he Awakes
Written by fieryangelsouljia
(M6rr6g6n)
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cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5404
Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
Dream
I stumbled through the screen door,
My mind went between the real world and a world of my imaginary possibilities.
I had lost another job.
7:30 P.M.
I moped into the kitchen,
My wife was at the stove.
“Hey baby.”
I didn’t respond
I looked at the paper,
Another bombing,
I threw it back down on the table in anger.
I slumped down at the table,
My head laid on my arms.
“What’s wrong?”
My mind failed to comprehend,
It could only wander.
I raised my head slightly as my wife walked over to the record player,
She turned on some Armstrong.
As I sat there, the trumpet played quick jazz beats,
The record player burst out note after note,
The bass harmonizing in the background,
But I barely listened.
Some hot chicken was suddenly laid in front of me
I only glanced at it.
“You don’t look so good.”
Finally I broke from the trance,
“Lost another job,” I said quietly.
“Oh baby, I’m sure you can find another one”
Suddenly, I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling,
The popcorn texture looked like hundreds of little faces,
Staring back at me,
Telling me I couldn’t,
Do it.
“Well I’m gonna go wash up,”
I didn’t even look over as she left.
30 minutes passed by,
Thoughts,
Jumbled,
Nothing was going well these days.
Finally I got up,
I lumbered my way over to the kitchen drawers.
As I opened it, a thick layer of dust huffed up towards me,
I coughed, my hand swiping away the cloud,
It was only a reminder of our poverty.
The plastic wrap was covered in dust as well.
As I pulled it out, I brushed it off,
But dust still remained,
I didn’t notice.
The next drawer over,
The rubber bands,
Only three left,
I took one,
It only shrank the already small pile.
Finally the fridge,
I pulled out the unbranded white tub,
You wouldn’t have even known that it was,
Yogurt.
I walked back towards the bedroom,
I scanned the walls,
They were peeling, and dirty,
Some might call my house,
Trashy.
But those walls were filled with memories,
Of a fight never forgotten,
Of a young boy always looking for a bigger fish,
Of a life rough and rocky.
As I moped in, my wife was sitting on the bed,
I collapsed down next to her.
“You're tired aren’t you?” she said.
“Tired of everything in this world.”
“Tired of how our lives just don’t seem to ever get any better.”
She put her arms around me, and got close to me,
“I’m tired of it too,” she said.
“You’re always here for me,” I said.
“Without me you’d be lost,” she said.
We both chuckled at that,
We both knew it was true.
“You know what I could really use some of right now,” I said.
“What’s that,” she said.
I pulled over the items from the kitchen,
She immediately knew.
We shed our uniforms,
Our old ragged clothes,
The ones we wore everyday as a constant reminder,
A reminder of our,
Place.
I tore out a sheet of the plastic,
The sound was nostalgic for me,
A reminder of times past.
Times as a little boy,
When we all sat around the table,
Laughing, Talking.
And afterward, the plastic had a use,
We could wrap up the,
Extra.
I took a small square,
I wrapped it around my penis,
And put over the rubber band.
It was still rough,
But when you’re so poor, lubricant is hard to find,
So I got out the yogurt, and started to grind.
One might wonder,
Why one would resort to such activities,
Why not work for something,
Better.
Work to find a better job,
A better home,
A better future,
Anything,
Better.
To that, I say,
When you are at your lowest of lows,
When you feel like the whole world is against you,
You take what God has given you,
And you embrace it.
You enjoy it,
You rejoice that God has not taken away your one and only guarantee,
The thing that will keep your generations going,
The thing that will make your grandkids and their kids.
You think about their future,
You think about them,
You want them to be alright,
But you’re just not sure.
When your black,
Nothing is,
Certain.
You don’t know what will happen to your children,
What will happen in this cruel,
White run world.
One were your child could be shot and killed and thrown in a river,
By cruel men, whose existence is stuck in the past,
Who never got over what happened one hundred years ago.
The thing that changed the lives of millions of people forever,
The thing that told a young black man or a young black woman,
That life was more than just labor,
That life was more than just sleep, work, repeat.
It gave them hope for their children,
That they could have a brighter future,
One filled with hope and,
Possibility.
They were given hope,
That they could all have,
A dream.
My mind went between the real world and a world of my imaginary possibilities.
I had lost another job.
7:30 P.M.
I moped into the kitchen,
My wife was at the stove.
“Hey baby.”
I didn’t respond
I looked at the paper,
Another bombing,
I threw it back down on the table in anger.
I slumped down at the table,
My head laid on my arms.
“What’s wrong?”
My mind failed to comprehend,
It could only wander.
I raised my head slightly as my wife walked over to the record player,
She turned on some Armstrong.
As I sat there, the trumpet played quick jazz beats,
The record player burst out note after note,
The bass harmonizing in the background,
But I barely listened.
Some hot chicken was suddenly laid in front of me
I only glanced at it.
“You don’t look so good.”
Finally I broke from the trance,
“Lost another job,” I said quietly.
“Oh baby, I’m sure you can find another one”
Suddenly, I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling,
The popcorn texture looked like hundreds of little faces,
Staring back at me,
Telling me I couldn’t,
Do it.
“Well I’m gonna go wash up,”
I didn’t even look over as she left.
30 minutes passed by,
Thoughts,
Jumbled,
Nothing was going well these days.
Finally I got up,
I lumbered my way over to the kitchen drawers.
As I opened it, a thick layer of dust huffed up towards me,
I coughed, my hand swiping away the cloud,
It was only a reminder of our poverty.
The plastic wrap was covered in dust as well.
As I pulled it out, I brushed it off,
But dust still remained,
I didn’t notice.
The next drawer over,
The rubber bands,
Only three left,
I took one,
It only shrank the already small pile.
Finally the fridge,
I pulled out the unbranded white tub,
You wouldn’t have even known that it was,
Yogurt.
I walked back towards the bedroom,
I scanned the walls,
They were peeling, and dirty,
Some might call my house,
Trashy.
But those walls were filled with memories,
Of a fight never forgotten,
Of a young boy always looking for a bigger fish,
Of a life rough and rocky.
As I moped in, my wife was sitting on the bed,
I collapsed down next to her.
“You're tired aren’t you?” she said.
“Tired of everything in this world.”
“Tired of how our lives just don’t seem to ever get any better.”
She put her arms around me, and got close to me,
“I’m tired of it too,” she said.
“You’re always here for me,” I said.
“Without me you’d be lost,” she said.
We both chuckled at that,
We both knew it was true.
“You know what I could really use some of right now,” I said.
“What’s that,” she said.
I pulled over the items from the kitchen,
She immediately knew.
We shed our uniforms,
Our old ragged clothes,
The ones we wore everyday as a constant reminder,
A reminder of our,
Place.
I tore out a sheet of the plastic,
The sound was nostalgic for me,
A reminder of times past.
Times as a little boy,
When we all sat around the table,
Laughing, Talking.
And afterward, the plastic had a use,
We could wrap up the,
Extra.
I took a small square,
I wrapped it around my penis,
And put over the rubber band.
It was still rough,
But when you’re so poor, lubricant is hard to find,
So I got out the yogurt, and started to grind.
One might wonder,
Why one would resort to such activities,
Why not work for something,
Better.
Work to find a better job,
A better home,
A better future,
Anything,
Better.
To that, I say,
When you are at your lowest of lows,
When you feel like the whole world is against you,
You take what God has given you,
And you embrace it.
You enjoy it,
You rejoice that God has not taken away your one and only guarantee,
The thing that will keep your generations going,
The thing that will make your grandkids and their kids.
You think about their future,
You think about them,
You want them to be alright,
But you’re just not sure.
When your black,
Nothing is,
Certain.
You don’t know what will happen to your children,
What will happen in this cruel,
White run world.
One were your child could be shot and killed and thrown in a river,
By cruel men, whose existence is stuck in the past,
Who never got over what happened one hundred years ago.
The thing that changed the lives of millions of people forever,
The thing that told a young black man or a young black woman,
That life was more than just labor,
That life was more than just sleep, work, repeat.
It gave them hope for their children,
That they could have a brighter future,
One filled with hope and,
Possibility.
They were given hope,
That they could all have,
A dream.
Written by the_Zeus100
(Michael Glover)
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nomoth
Forum Posts: 481
Fire of Insight
12
Joined 24th Mar 2019 Forum Posts: 481
THE WEAVERS
The weavers know
The strength inside our fingers
Earth’s deep undertow
Where spider mama lingers
Giving us her roots and shoots
To express our need
For all things must be held
Big and small
Flowers and weeds
Dry and wet
All that we know
And don’t know yet
The strength inside our fingers
Earth’s deep undertow
Where spider mama lingers
Giving us her roots and shoots
To express our need
For all things must be held
Big and small
Flowers and weeds
Dry and wet
All that we know
And don’t know yet
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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badmalthus
Harry Rout
Forum Posts: 433
Harry Rout
Dangerous Mind
19
Joined 3rd May 2014Forum Posts: 433
flick
a splat
on the white wall
a tiny splash of red
alongside squashed up innards
surprisingly
that dark grey matter
will be there
longer
and darker
than your own blood
which the insect
had just taken
a violent
but by no means
silent death
.
on the white wall
a tiny splash of red
alongside squashed up innards
surprisingly
that dark grey matter
will be there
longer
and darker
than your own blood
which the insect
had just taken
a violent
but by no means
silent death
.
Written by cold_fusion
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Calamityofgin
Forum Posts: 149
Fire of Insight
5
Joined 10th May 2020Forum Posts: 149
Calamityofgin
Forum Posts: 149
Fire of Insight
5
Joined 10th May 2020Forum Posts: 149
OuterSpace Breathes 40mm Baton Rounds
Her strong legs lifted me into a spacecraft. The controls were sticky with a grainy syrup. We were doomed. But honestly, we had been doomed since long before this ship had even rolled off the assembly line.
Some sick fuck dreamed of experimenting on people like us. (My wet legs slip into her body). His name was Igor Lott. He was a scientist for the Imperialist Party. (Tongues intertwining like a DNA strand). He planned to conquer death in the name of the Greatest People. We were stepping stones to that end. (Her cocktail dress and jewels burned and burrowed into my thick layers of hide).
(Pages of our sacred history soaked in secret pastes and smoothed out onto our bare tissues and flashing lights). “Citizens #26 and #28, step forward onto the grating, please. I’m going to have to ask you to remove your faceplates.” (I shivered free of her tentacles and erotic orders and took my place for the fuck, her eyelids like wet goosedown).
To be continued...
Some sick fuck dreamed of experimenting on people like us. (My wet legs slip into her body). His name was Igor Lott. He was a scientist for the Imperialist Party. (Tongues intertwining like a DNA strand). He planned to conquer death in the name of the Greatest People. We were stepping stones to that end. (Her cocktail dress and jewels burned and burrowed into my thick layers of hide).
(Pages of our sacred history soaked in secret pastes and smoothed out onto our bare tissues and flashing lights). “Citizens #26 and #28, step forward onto the grating, please. I’m going to have to ask you to remove your faceplates.” (I shivered free of her tentacles and erotic orders and took my place for the fuck, her eyelids like wet goosedown).
To be continued...
Written by Randon
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Bluevelvete
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Tyrant of Words
74
Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
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cold_fusion
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Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
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DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
Forum Posts: 239
The Fire Elemental
Tyrant of Words
36
Joined 27th Feb 2016 Forum Posts: 239
Hand
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we keep the world turning
Under my thumb
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
(the chalice had filled with spray)
Grey matter and lust
The clear pink of a dark red
the moment just before
Brutal
(elementary momentum)
Brutal
The moment just before
..........
He had paused and looked and let out a clear headed scream and his eyes were gashes the color of nickel and stone his heart was stone cold his voice was deep his voice was high pitched uncontrollably so his eyes were thrown wide his head was foggy he only wailed and moaned he wailed he wailed he wailed on a head no longer clear....
So deep and dark was his soul
..
..
..
It is paced in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
And it’s weight in iron
Would sink the world
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we keep the world turning
Under my thumb
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
(the chalice had filled with spray)
Grey matter and lust
The clear pink of a dark red
the moment just before
Brutal
(elementary momentum)
Brutal
The moment just before
..........
He had paused and looked and let out a clear headed scream and his eyes were gashes the color of nickel and stone his heart was stone cold his voice was deep his voice was high pitched uncontrollably so his eyes were thrown wide his head was foggy he only wailed and moaned he wailed he wailed he wailed on a head no longer clear....
So deep and dark was his soul
..
..
..
It is paced in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
And it’s weight in iron
Would sink the world
Written by Calamityofgin
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badmalthus
Harry Rout
Forum Posts: 433
Harry Rout
Dangerous Mind
19
Joined 3rd May 2014Forum Posts: 433
Change the pattern take back control
Plastic toy soldiers
marching through the garden
clear away the insect trespassers
The last copy in existence
of ‘The book of life’
used to wipe our arse
Aboriginal dreams of freedom
drowned in whiskey
and the need to make some coin
Wilfully ignorant progress
one step forward
no way back
A bacterial infections
moral persuasion
sold as living light
Convenient fresh fruit
rot the questions
comfortably ignored
Cross the ocean
to see the same idea
and eat McDonald’s
All you need is love
and air to breathe
but what do you want?
What do you really want ?
marching through the garden
clear away the insect trespassers
The last copy in existence
of ‘The book of life’
used to wipe our arse
Aboriginal dreams of freedom
drowned in whiskey
and the need to make some coin
Wilfully ignorant progress
one step forward
no way back
A bacterial infections
moral persuasion
sold as living light
Convenient fresh fruit
rot the questions
comfortably ignored
Cross the ocean
to see the same idea
and eat McDonald’s
All you need is love
and air to breathe
but what do you want?
What do you really want ?
Written by monkeyman
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Ljdynamic
Forum Posts: 374
Dangerous Mind
18
Joined 18th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 374
Release
Life doesn’t seem to matter
and neither really do I,
For it seems we have no purpose,
but to wither and to die.
Like the fading light
from a setting sun,
A few more ticks of the clock
and the day is finally done.
Bathe me in darkness
and silence and peace,
Striving no more
in a world that’s diseased.
Time has no beginning
and struggle has no end
Till the tired heart is still’d
and the soul flies home again.
and neither really do I,
For it seems we have no purpose,
but to wither and to die.
Like the fading light
from a setting sun,
A few more ticks of the clock
and the day is finally done.
Bathe me in darkness
and silence and peace,
Striving no more
in a world that’s diseased.
Time has no beginning
and struggle has no end
Till the tired heart is still’d
and the soul flies home again.
Written by Tallquietguy
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Ljdynamic
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 18th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 374
ON A LIMB
ON A LIMB
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
archetype23Written by archetype23
Published 14th Jul 2019
Author's Note
one of many ways to kill yourself, or someone else doing it for you....
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
archetype23Written by archetype23
Published 14th Jul 2019
Author's Note
one of many ways to kill yourself, or someone else doing it for you....
Written by archie23
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Ljdynamic
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 18th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 374
Dusting
It leaves the night
like a dusted crime scene
yet so pristine
with its white crystals
A light coating
of powdered sugar
to sweeten up
this most bitter winter
Glistening in the moon
longing for a spoon
to help me measure
the melting moment
like a dusted crime scene
yet so pristine
with its white crystals
A light coating
of powdered sugar
to sweeten up
this most bitter winter
Glistening in the moon
longing for a spoon
to help me measure
the melting moment
Written by LilDragonFly
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