Loki Wyrd Posted September 20, 2003 Report Posted September 20, 2003 (edited) I wrote a bunch of stuff last night. Some of them are fairly strange, some are fairly vulgar, and some just are. I suppose it would be asking a lot for you to read them all, but I'd appreciate if you bother to check them out. Thanks, and enjoy. I Have I have thought I was asleep Only to find my eyes were open I have seen things of poetic grace Only to witness them be broken I have not lived a long life Though my years have run long I have discovered many new things Though my heart knows many are gone -------------------------------- Television Waves Dead television waves are running Through my head They are trying to change My channel, But I don't wish to Be changed I am staying tuned, you Selfish bastard! Watch what I have To offer It's quality programming -------------------------------- Prince I am a prince within These walls of rock Falling only to myself On a bended knee -------------------------------- Dark and Stormy I am a dark and stormy night I shall rain down upon your head My dark and clouds loom, a masked threat Prepared to shake down the heavens I shall wield my lightning With it I strike you down Do not tremble before me Witness my power in all its glory Be arisen Be amazed I am but a fleeting glimpse Grasp for me whilst you can -------------------------------- A Lump (I think I like this one....read?) I am a lump on a mattress Which, I am told, is not good But love is all that matters I'm just terribly misunderstood I try to offer you comfort, And get repaid with scorn I love you in my own way You curse the day I was born I have known you well, And I think you have known me too How could you get rid of me? Don't you know I love you? -------------------------------- The Career For Me I would like to be a doctor, The man to turn to when you're ill I'll do my best to make you worse, And then stick you with a huge bill Being a priest would be very fine Though I don't do religion, I do see God all the time I could be a barber The sound of scissors I would hear I may get distracted, But who really needs two ears? The police would want me on their side I may break the law, But think of all the drugs we'd find I would like to be a butcher, So I could cut up meat Then I could butcher up my family, And sell them on the street Writing would be fun to do I'm even literate, Giving me a head start over you I could be a man-whore I'd do my clients well Then I would slice upon their bellies, Using their intestines to bungee jump to hell Music has always been the place to be Smoking a joint Won't you come sing with me? -------------------------------- Intoxication and Masturbation (this is vulgar, if you couldn't figure it out...you've been warned) I am to be instructed In the fine arts Of intoxication And I am told that Stress is relieved With masturbation ...so... When I went out To a party I got plastered Then I went out On the lawn To be mastered ...well... I was well gone, With myself hanging out When the lights came on, And the people did shout The police were there Stressing everyone out, But I didn't care, I just sat about ...finally... I must say I do agree I sat here, the cops didn't see Because I was completely without stress Now all I have to do is clean up this mess Edited October 6, 2003 by Loki Wyrd
reverie Posted September 21, 2003 Report Posted September 21, 2003 a little harsh for my tastes... but you have a strong voice... particularly in your first 4 poems... you articulate your self well enough, though it'd be interesting to see what you could do if you pushed a little deeper... i bet you tell crazy antedotes in real life... revery the dreamlost "what are words for...(missing person)" the dream continues...
Loki Wyrd Posted September 22, 2003 Author Report Posted September 22, 2003 I churned all of these out in the period of an hour, when I was tempting the sandman to come take me away. Sometimes I just like to have fun with writing, and this was certainly one of those instances. For me pushing deeper usually results in a dark state of mind, not always resulting in writing anything legible. Thank you for your comments, as always, they are much appreciated.
Loki Wyrd Posted September 22, 2003 Author Report Posted September 22, 2003 I wrote this back when I first had begun to write poems...only 6 months or so. Well, I think it needs a lot of work, but I just stumbled upon it so I thought I'd post it up. What evil lurks on such a night as this? Whiling away my days Acting as if in a daze Awake am I, during the depths of the night Staring into my monitor, glowing bright Surfing the web No reason why Finding anything that will hold my interest Looking at things I'll likely never buy Chatting with others More comfortable speaking with my fingers Speaking with those I could see in an instant Of meeting any of the others, in my mind doubt lingers Listening to music Headphones on Tapping my feet along with my favorite songs Volume turned up, to me the rest of the world is gone Leaning back in my chair Into the monitor I still stare It's been too long since I've read Why does my mind and body not tell me to go to bed?
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