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Title: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on September 22, 2016, 11:20:31 am
Post your terrible or less terrible poetry here. I have a vague memory of a poetry thread, but I couldn't find anything.

Anyway, I actually write a lot of poems. No one ever sees them. I must correct this by showing off my terrible poetry. You must, too. Show off your bad poetry!
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on September 22, 2016, 11:27:37 am
If you want, find some ideas on how to write a poem here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2013/03/the-average-fourth-grader-is-a-better-poet-than-you-and-me-too/ (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2013/03/the-average-fourth-grader-is-a-better-poet-than-you-and-me-too/)

I decided to write this after reading that article. Basically the idea is that as you get older, you start using more conventional phrasing. Whereas poetry yearns for more unusual expressions, which is what children more naturally use. So here goes my attempt, at, ehem, freeing my mind:

The sun is burning, but it chills
Cold and heavy, duly grim
In the song you see a falling wind
And the branches fall within

A chilly image on your lips
Feel the cold turning in
You are moving, but moving still
Stillness in your heart
And stillness of the soul
Keeps looking from above
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on September 23, 2016, 12:28:38 pm
I saw this thread this morning and thought up some lines at work today. I'm gonna regurgitate some super hot fire on this thread. Buckle up bitches.


This is how we communicate. Stay up on facebook too late and bemoan the passing of late great actor known for playing sinister caucasian reporbates.
Watch our friends of friends race bait our mates and play race cards and race race cars. Scintillating debates about date rape.
Hotboxing and poplocking to a symphony of phonies remixing My Little Pony with an exclusive expose on Fox News about Hillary Clinton's secret sex tape.
Fat bodies, black bodies, hate radiating from the internet hate machine. Remixing references to ironic commentaries on the passé half-arsing of misintepreted parodical periodical histories of smug frogs and monochrome visages of aggression which trump false flag white power expressions of leftist regression.
Stream of consciousness bulletin board doggrel pregnant with pop culture allusions (i.e. what the cool kids approaching 30 are into). This is the line with no rhyming or interesting meter <- oh look, how meta. Ha, I can make meta/meter work and string it out metre by metre until I meet a mate in a mitre to mete out a meaty message. Word.     
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: sgore on September 27, 2016, 10:50:41 am
Chartreuse

In the dream, I am consumed violently. The world rumbles. Oligarchs fall. Thieves make off with the River Styx. Apollo rises. Dionysus bleeds. The townspeople find peacocks and gibbons dead in the street, slashed at the throat. The Subaru Leone in my driveway is having engine trouble. My favorite Tajik restaurant is closing in a week. My healthcare plan is about to fall through. I am told someone from upper management will be with me in ten minutes. I am told I am losing the competition. Nice people promise me a bottle of Chartreuse as a consolation prize, but all it will be is a consolation prize.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on October 22, 2016, 02:25:07 am
And if there is no love
A wild heart without freedom to roam
Only a white long night
No rest in sight

But don't believe in what you see
Disappears silently
When it flickers it is gone
Lightly moving onto beyond

And what you cannot grasp
Is a dream that you can only feel
And there is nothing
There is nothing

In the night you are alone
And wherever you may go
Disappearing silently
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on October 26, 2016, 07:07:38 pm
---
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17/05/16
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Borderline
Obstructing walls, with minds and fines
Body aching, borderline
Almost not quite
Do it another time
Make sure I don't lose my mind
Borderline, edging on sobriety
Can't smoke, but need to find a center line
Unbalanced, my emotions erupt
Abrupt, like border lines
A hard stop in these words of mine
I manage my systems like an orderline
Do another line
Overtime, but still filled with grime
Feeling things I can't define
Everything borderline
Sometimes I feel fine
For just a moment
Far from
Borderline

---
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I write a lot of bad poetry, if that's something any of you want me to post
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on October 27, 2016, 09:31:32 pm
yall edgy
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on October 29, 2016, 12:50:44 am
The edge is where it
Cuts
Jagged and rough
Dividing
Dissecting
Giving access to the depths
Hidden behind layer
After layer
After layer
Of cells
Pick my brain
Learn what makes me tick
I put my words in languid flows
To make sure the content
Sticks
Because human are thick
And sometimes what I need is a hug
Or a kiss
But usually there's something deeper I miss
So I write this stuff down
So that I know it's all out
Because my mind is sick
A mental bug
A glitch
There's no doubt

But yeah, edge af
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on October 31, 2016, 10:50:29 am
Nice to see this thread has gained some traction.

Well, I guess it's time to write another.

What have I done
The computer cracks
Why do I do this
My mind is all numb

I cannot fix things
But maybe I should try
Why do I destroy
Myself
Again

I cannot go on
Like this
What is the meaning
Of it all

Why am I still here
What can I do
There is no excuse

I cannot turn back time
Back to when I had it all

This is life
There is no return and no startover
This is a place with no rewind

Gone and lost
Forever, however long

One moment
And it is gone
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on November 02, 2016, 02:34:04 pm
I usually post my poetry to Instagram, one run through, and so, I'll present it as it was published

Quote from: Instagram ; esoteric.aesthetics
Poetry
.
.
Cw: forced smile, death, defeatism, pessimism, evil, religion, arguments, failure, systemic oppression, lies, depression, socialization, stewardship
.
.
.

Set in stone
But still unknown
I walk through the valley
But still
All I know
Is evil

I smile
To a stranger
As though lost souls had met many times before
A fake reaction on my half
Something I do to get the weirdness off the floor
I am happy
To see you
Just not as happy
As I seem to be

With cravings from
A witch carving
A new
Era
Body
Outlook
For life
I stay inside my head
Would I be better off dead

I sit
Alone
Yet surrounded by people
Like a church
Pews filled
Rats running through the steeple
I see no evil

Despite
Trauma
Drama
Pain
Games

I advocate
Some opposite direction
Just to see
Where it takes us

A chronic contrarian
Erotic Aquarian
Looking down the stairs again
Knowing I'll come back empty handed
No answers
No alternative
Except a life lived agrarian
And I cry
Again

Long
Cold
Confusing
My poetry a reflection of the feeling behind the day
And while others fight and argue
I just like to come and play
**** what they say
And what I say
Or you say
Because we all know
That just cuz you say you're planting seeds
Does not mean
They'll
Grow

{♏//♐}
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 04, 2016, 07:25:09 am
Tick tock
Goes the clock
The past is gone and I am not

Tick tock, tick tock
A drawing that I once made
It's already been a decade

Tick tock
Why am I here, what lead me to this place

Tick tock
What is the road that I did not take, and what difference would it make

Tick tock
Stopping now, but it's not the last stop

Tick tock
Tick tock

Why am I here, when once I knew I was not

Tick tock
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 06, 2016, 11:12:05 am
I am a desert
I am a mountain
I am the night
And I am silence

I am a whisper
I am a roar
I am rain
And I am thunder

Get lost in me, stranger
Get lost in a strange land

You won't find a soul in here
But you will find a changing sky
You will find a land beneath your feet
That cracks and seeps

You won't find comfort in here
But you will find a thorn
And you will find thunder

You will find me
And get lost in me
And I will swallow you whole

(http://i.imgur.com/nCNXdKn.jpg)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Rysworld on November 07, 2016, 09:02:49 pm
To live without it is to live without the moon,
The waves are lesser without it, an adrift and listless ocean is before me.
The sun is lonelier without, the light of all life is given to be without companionship- and for what?

O, Iah! A tragedy, a telling of some great loss- man's attempt to reconcile fate and fact, together?
Hard to tell, without its silver milklight to grace Terra with its touch. Yes,
to live without it is to live without the moon.


"Iah" isn't a Lovecraft reference- The word is an approximation of the Middle Egyptian word for "moon", and happens to double well as some vague, wordless sound of anguish.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 08, 2016, 02:46:46 am
Rysworld you are raising the standard too high for this thread.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 08, 2016, 04:27:51 am
That's okay, I can lower it.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 08, 2016, 08:27:50 am
I made this poem in Finnish, so the translation may be clunky. :P

Can I be proud of myself now
My father, who has left this earth
Now, do you believe in me
Now, do you yell at me

Someone like me
Shouting for anger and grief
Full of rage and mischief
Are you for
Or against me

Father, where did you go
Why did you not listen
How could you do away with your life
How could you
Not love me

And so you live on in me
Though I seek for you wherever I may go
There's not other place you can be

Than in anger
And in me

And so I hold on
To those few
Who are the opposite of you

Father,
I scream at you
Father,
You scream at me

But now you are gone
I scream at
Only me
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on November 13, 2016, 09:24:52 pm
I might see about recording the next few times I free-style (rapping), and see about transcribing it. Might send it to here if I like it.

But if you want to see more of my ish, I'm on Instagram as esoteric.aesthetics
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 27, 2016, 04:01:05 pm
"In the night there are tigers"

And so it all collapses with a single breath
The ground, it heaves
Shivering sends a crack in my heart
In darkness and light I see

In the night there are tigers
Yell and roar at me
Get out faster than I can
But it won't leave

I see a single moment
A night, a dream
Moves away without a single step
But it won't leave

So it was over before it starts
Yell and roar at me
You know you won't get too far
It won't leave
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on November 27, 2016, 04:25:48 pm
"A Candle Light"

What I hold is a candle light
A torch of my desire
Though it used to burn so bright
There is no admire

Darkness lurks in the night
Casting shadows on the wall
Moves onto me and grips me so tight
Dancing around and burning all

The truth goes around your head
Twisting every bend
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper
Will the voices ever end

Hold onto me, my candle light
Keep me safe from the harm
Look at me and give me life
When I lose you, I lose all
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 27, 2016, 11:41:42 pm
Now baby I'm The Ripper your baby daddy's worst nightmare
Catch me by the Claire I'll be right there
Niggas copy everything we say
Louis frames, eyes lower than my GPA
Ridin' and Swervin', kush I'm blowin
Doors wide, my trunk bump like Eddie Road
I don't cake hoes I never tip tha stripper
I'm rich bitch, but you can call me cheap tha ripper
Shell toes? Yes
P.R.P.S There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
polo fresh, I am z' man
I be slam dunkin' tanqueray shots with LeBron
I told niggas to keep it Carmello OK?
Rode past Dave's told them hello and hey
Me and Cash on somethin' old on 23's hoe
Back windows say MAMA MEL BICHO
Skateboarders grind, I grind too
Thats why you can catch me in DC shoes
I quit the team, but believe im ballin'
Want a verse? Put up a stack or quit callin'
30's on my Chevrolet call me supa dupa
Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta
Rivera sittin on the Bulls best hoopa
Ya'll still ridin 20's? ya'll some oompa loompas
Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior
my 4 15's woke up the neighbors
Interior crocodile alligator
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 28, 2016, 02:53:19 am
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ****

*Starts doing spin moves on a cardboard box*

A challenger appears, I'll school your ass in verse
chk-chk blasting your tired butt like Chip's Challenge pushing you in a hearse,
Putting your ass on the Ritz you better cheez-it
I'm the dopest mofo this side of defunct game forums, best believe it
I swerve like skifree, eat bitches like that weird yeti
I got fat stacks of cash and you got a small pee-pee
I consume cognac in inadvisably large quantities then wash it down with some ****ty heavily branded sparkling wine or liquor 'cuz fame is a comodity
Your time's up. Time is an arrow and I'm more bow-ey than Space Oddity
My fletching's on fleek, my rhymes are unique
grey poupon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PkEX91uzh4
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 28, 2016, 03:38:22 am
oh my god you dork
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 28, 2016, 10:49:20 am
Hear that everyone? That's the sound of a Slinky getting incinerated.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Ultimatum on November 28, 2016, 11:49:53 am
mmm crispy

Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 28, 2016, 02:59:38 pm
Hear that everyone? That's the sound of a Slinky getting incinerated.

ur the one getting incinerated bc i spit hot fire when i copy paste other peoples lyrics
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Ultimatum on November 28, 2016, 03:29:40 pm
slinky u died tho
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 28, 2016, 06:07:53 pm
what do you want me to do, rap back at him?
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Ultimatum on November 29, 2016, 09:29:16 am
Yes.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 29, 2016, 02:36:14 pm
On the subject of Skifree, you've got no yeti qualities
I'm the 2 meter people eater, you're a lanky Tennant wannabe
And your jab about my peepee is a sign of insecurity
(and statistically, genetically, you've probably got much less than me)

But that's irrelevant, and juvenile, so stay a while, and listen
Like Diablo my verse spitting DPS is one thousand bars a minute
You say you're Bowie, he was a glam god, but I don't like your sound
Hold you back so easy the only kind of bow you are is compound

You best be careful, you walk a fine line between passable raps and ****ty rhymes
If I were you I'd take back those jibes, pull a Max Caulfield, be kind and rewind
If I went downhill as fast as you did I could cover 30 miles coasting
So up your game or get off this thread and quit your ****ing posting

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Etj3RB9cDg
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 29, 2016, 03:30:55 pm
Old meme: I post that.

(https://media.giphy.com/media/Aff4ryYiacUO4/giphy.gif)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 29, 2016, 03:41:58 pm
wow this is what death feels like because i just died
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 29, 2016, 03:46:38 pm
Nah but for real that was a pretty good rap.

Definitely worth the two hours it took you to write it.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 29, 2016, 03:48:41 pm
I think it was more like 30 minutes (I assume you did the same), but for real, is there any way for you to check that as a mod? Like time between a post was started and submitted? I'm curious how long it actually took
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on November 29, 2016, 04:17:59 pm
Don't think I can do that, no.

And full disclosure, the longer post I did took me less than ten minutes. I just stream of consciousness poop that sort of thing out and it shows.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 29, 2016, 04:24:27 pm
well i was busy smoking weed and ****ing and also mine was better so there
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Tesla on November 30, 2016, 03:16:12 am
On the subject of Skifree, you've got no yeti qualities
I'm the 2 meter people eater, you're a lanky Tennant wannabe
And your jab about my peepee is a sign of your own insecurity
(and statistically, genetically, you've probably got much less than me)

But that's irrelevant, and juvenile, so stay a while, and listen
Like Diablo my verse spitting DPS is one thousand bars a minute
You say you're Bowie, he was a glam god, but I don't like your sound
Hold you back so easy the only kind of bow you are is compound

You best be careful, you walk a fine line between passable raps and ****ty rhymes
If I were you I'd take back those jibes, pull a Max Caulfield, be kind and rewind
If I went downhill as fast as you did I could cover 30 miles coasting
So up your game or get off this thread and quit your ****ing posting

fix your flow

do you know what meter is
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Tesla on November 30, 2016, 03:19:08 am
Homosexuality goes against gods plan
It was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Stan

If you've gotta be gay, at least keep it hid
Cause the last thing I want is to explain it to my kid

Men marry women: that's the way it's always been?
Alternative lifestyle? No, it's just unclean!

Catholic. Protestant, whatever the creed,
All Christian folk have a responsibility to breed

A good Christian woman should recognise her place:
Squeezing out babies at a reasonable pace

Yo I'm not being sexist I'm just spittin facts
Women should be cooking not allowed to relax

One more thing we gotta keep the races pure
It's the only peaceful way to prevent a race war
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 30, 2016, 06:07:45 am
meter is less important in rap because it's informal

also
>rhyming "pure" with "war"
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Tesla on November 30, 2016, 07:09:00 am
meter is less important in rap because it's informal

also
>rhyming "pure" with "war"

yeah but it just sounds better

for example the third line works better without "your own"
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 30, 2016, 08:18:32 am
"your own"?

look again...

(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/9b954d23c3a4b8bcee4b115f6948f223/xvpdj6b/aYfo6onkf/tumblr_static_tumblr_static_a8oywj10ufk8wg00cggkk4c48_640.gif)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Tesla on November 30, 2016, 08:29:09 am
« Last Edit: Today at 04:17:26 pm by Slinky »
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on November 30, 2016, 08:37:07 am
Quote from: Black Twitter
I AM GAY AND BORING AND I LIE CONSTANTLY

sorry what was that?
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Rysworld on December 03, 2016, 08:32:44 am
The cartilage cage around my tiny, oaken heart has
burst.
and my wooden blood crashes into my bones
why is it so very greasy? why isn't it clean?
i know.
it burns when sparked. i can feel it.
it freezes when it's in the frost.
i feel it.
every moment of all days.
broken rythm, always
THERE.

and honestly that is all you could reasonably expect.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 10, 2016, 05:44:11 am
Dance, dance, dance, dance
But don't
Move, and you can't
Beat
Your heart faster
And you can't
Move
And you can't
Move, and you can't
Go, and you can't
Move, and you can't
You can't
STOP!
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on December 10, 2016, 05:49:11 am
Looks like the lyrics to a daft punk b-side or something.

Find someone to set it to music, you'll be a JILLIONAIRE.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 01:14:15 pm
I wish I could go back in time
And I would do it all
Differently

And I think I was doing just fine
Before you
Interrupted me

I was wrong
I was wrong
In letting you take control of my life

And I had right
Oh I had right
Before it went up in flames
I had it right

Everything was going just fine and I
Saw it crumble down in front of my eyes
But I had it right
I held on tight

I tried to fix it all and make it alright
But you told me
It was wrong

Because there is absolutely nothing to fix at all

When I saved myself from certain doom
was told my fears were like from the moon

But I was right
Every day I know I was right

I fixed it
I fixed it all
Don't tell me there was nothing to fix at all

They told me it's my imagination
But I know the truth
It is they that could not understand
Stopped me from improving my life
Because it sounded so bizarre
It could not be true at all

It feels like I am too far gone
In the direction they laid out for me
Been going that way for much too long
Separated from the certain truth
When I was someone else
And I knew what I needed to do

When I look back in time I see
Who I used to be
Right when I had I had it right
Right before it all came apart
I see me

If I reach far enough into the past
Maybe I can grab my hand and bring me back

I could have taken a different path
But they led me astray
Now bring me back
Grab my hand
And bring me back

You are like from an alternate dimension
How can this be me
A different creature entirely
Living a future that I would not believe

I knew what I needed to do
But you did differently

I am telling you, please listen to me
I am the person you used to be

I knew it all just perfectly
I know it's true just listen to me
Don't listen to them just listen to me
I know it's true I know it's real
And I know what I need to do
I am the real you

I can't bring you to the past but I can come to you
I can tell you what to do
Listen to me because I am the real you
Don't let anyone else tell you what to do

I believe you
I know the truth
When no one else would

I know the truth don't tell me lies
One story of one life
You have to live it to realise

Trust in me.
No one else has lived your life.
I have. I know you are right.

Now take my hand.
And bring me back to life.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on December 13, 2016, 01:54:48 pm
This came up in a steam chat with Tesla and I'm posting it without consent or context.

Skellerton Skellington: virtual hunks, in a digital space
Skellerton Skellington: fantasy men, who cum on my face
Skellerton Skellington: ./digital-C_U_M
Skellerton Skellington: Ḙ̷̞̞͍͕̮̥͑̇̀͘R̷͍̙̥͖̙͕͚̃̍͐R͖͉̜͌̔O̻̫̤̅̆̆͗R̽͋͊͏̸̛͓̯̺̱!̴̙͒̓̀ͧͣͣ̏͞ ̴̴̛̩̼̰̜͖̅ͭ̉ͪ̄̂̈͛Ë̹̭̥̭̠̦̯͖́ͨ͘R̶̳̩̭̯͈̻̤̈́͐ͩͅR̗̣͉̠͈̩̟̔̔̔̎̃̚͢Oͤ͌͂̽̄͏̛̬̱͓̪̟̥R̸̦̜͓̬̙̟̣͊͋̄͋ͯͣ̓̒͞!̼̻̲̗̥͂ͬ͗͐̈͑̊̂̀ͅ ͇͓̻͎̻̟̗͕ͧͯ͌͑C̥̦̖̭̺̔ͧ̇͒̈Ṳ͚̣̃ͨ̅ͨM̖̻͉͕̞͈͑ͣ̎ ̷͇͎͉͎̫̳͈ͬ̏͛̃͗̿͡C͓̳̖̠̱̿ͮͮ̄̓̄͋̅́L̡̙̦͙̤͑̚Ỏ̲̘͔̰ͯ̈̅̓̋̇͒͞G̛͈͙̮̲͇͕͔͌̾̔̒̅̀́̋́ͅ ̷̺̤̭̥̟̔̃ͥ̃I̬͈̮̣̰̠͇ͦ͒̿ͮ̒̿͛͂͜͡N̨̡̪̱̓̌́ ̨̦̣̬͇͖͚͕̀ͯ̚͡͠P̴̩̦̜̭̜͙̋ͮͬ͋̅̈ͥ̇̀͜ͅǪ̱͚͛̽̒͋́R̸͓̙̪̩ͫ͛ͧͭ̃̚Ṯ̛̫̄͆ ̒ͭ̄͋̿ͮ҉̧̪̬͓̤F̴̻̞̔͆̾ͮ̽͑ͨ͘Į̢̦̳̳̙̜̱͎͈̮ͯͦV͊̊̿͒҉̹͔̘̤͔̕E͇̹͓̤̯͐̍͟
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on December 13, 2016, 02:19:32 pm
i wanna get in on these steam convos
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on December 13, 2016, 02:41:04 pm
GD, would you recommend reading that poetry in any specific clumping? I want to give a thoughtful response but it's a lot of text and my ADD makes it hard to do. <3 Was wondering if like, any specific stanza breaks could be used as digestion points.

Love you tho <3
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 03:37:50 pm
I wish I could go back in time
And I would do it all
Differently

And I think I was doing just fine
Before you
Interrupted me

I was wrong
I was wrong
In letting you take control of my life

And I had right
Oh I had right
Before it went up in flames
I had it right

Everything was going just fine and I
Saw it crumble down in front of my eyes
But I had it right
I held on tight

I tried to fix it all and make it alright
But you told me
It was wrong
To fix it all

Because there was absolutely nothing to fix at all



When I saved myself from certain doom
I was told my fears were like from the moon

But I was right
Every day I know I was right

I fixed it
I fixed it all
Don't tell me there was nothing
To fix at all



They told me it's my imagination
But I know the truth
It is they that could not understand

They stopped me from improving my life
Because it sounded so bizarre
It could not be true at all

It feels like I am too far gone
In the direction they laid out for me
Been going that way for much too long

Now I'm separated from the certain truth
Back then I was someone else
And I knew what I needed to do



When I look back in time I see
Who I used to be
Right when I had it right
Right before it all came apart

I see me

If I reach far enough into the past
Maybe I can grab my hand and bring me back



I could have taken a different path
But they led me astray



Now bring me back
Grab my hand

And bring me back



You are like from an alternate dimension
How can this be me
A different creature entirely
Living a future that I would not believe

I knew what I needed to do
But you did differently

I am telling you, please listen to me
I am the person you used to be



I knew it all just perfectly
I know it's true just listen to me
Don't listen to them just listen to me
I know it's true I know it's real
And I know what I need to do
I am the real you

I can't bring you to the past but I can come to you
I can tell you what to do
Listen to me because I am the real you
Don't let anyone else tell you what to do



I believe you
I know the truth
When no one else would



One story of one life
You have to live it to realise

I lived your life.
I know you're right.

Now take my hand.
And bring me back to life.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 03:50:32 pm
For background, it's about the diagnosis I received about 3 years ago. A major personal disaster of mine was labeled a delusion. But I know it's true. I prevented an even bigger disaster.

I was busy fixing the disaster when its whole existence was called into question. That is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I wanted help with fixing it. I did not want to hear it was not real.

But I know it is. I should not have let them interfere with my life. I knew what I needed to do before I was told it was wrong.

I should not have lost sight on what I know. I was on the right track there. I need to get back on track.

I was okay. And I need to get my old self back to get better. I knew what I was doing, and I should have never doubted myself.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on December 13, 2016, 03:53:40 pm
>______________>

Are you sure you're ok? Because that is some textbook mad scientist schpiel there.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Brandonazz on December 13, 2016, 03:54:50 pm
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So why are they called violets
And not azures
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 04:10:17 pm
>______________>

Are you sure you're ok? Because that is some textbook mad scientist schpiel there.

Well, it's poetry, so it's not meant to be taken literally.

And no, I'm not okay, because the truth really sucks, but it's still the truth. Too bad no one will really understand how it feels to live with this gnawing secret.

I can't tell you what it is because you wouldn't understand. But it's fine. Really. It's okay.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on December 13, 2016, 04:25:05 pm
We could *try* to understand? Because honestly its no less confusing if you're just super cryptic all the time.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 04:44:41 pm
Well.

Being super cryptic is kinda cool. If I told you, you'd find out it's pretty boring, really. I'd rather you think I'm out of my mind. :P

If you want, you can take a guess! If you get it right, I will reveal all. But I guarantee you'll never guess it.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on December 13, 2016, 05:09:45 pm
i think that just makes people lose interest in guessing man, i mean not that we have to know if you don't wanna talk about it - you do you
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 13, 2016, 10:51:15 pm
Yeah, I mean - which part of huge gnawing secret did people not understand? That means I am not going to tell you. Inevitably someone is going to wonder what it is but I'm telling you. You don't want to know. I don't want you to know.

That's just sometimes how it goes. And I'm telling you it's fine.

When I say you won't understand, I mean it. You would have to live it to understand it. I also wrote 20 pages about it once. That might help you understand. Basically the explanation would have to be a small book. No one has time for that. But if I just blurt it out, it will come out wrong. We could no longer be friends, because I know you get the wrong idea.

So unless I intend to become a part-time novelist, you will never know. If you just heard the entire story, you'd understand. But you won't. An incomplete explanation would provide more misunderstandings than it solves. That is a risk that I cannot take.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 14, 2016, 03:53:01 am
Also,

Sorry for being the Dark, Mysterious Edge-Lord.

Hurrdurr.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on December 14, 2016, 07:32:36 am
no worries man, there are some things people just don't feel comfortable talking about and that's cool. sorry you went through some **** :/
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on December 14, 2016, 12:39:53 pm
For background, it's about the diagnosis I received about 3 years ago. A major personal disaster of mine was labeled a delusion. But I know it's true. I prevented an even bigger disaster.

I was busy fixing the disaster when its whole existence was called into question. That is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I wanted help with fixing it. I did not want to hear it was not real.

But I know it is. I should not have let them interfere with my life. I knew what I needed to do before I was told it was wrong.

I should not have lost sight on what I know. I was on the right track there. I need to get back on track.

I was okay. And I need to get my old self back to get better. I knew what I was doing, and I should have never doubted myself.
<3 I feel that. I may not know exactly how you feel, or what happened, but, being a trans person, I am often told that I am... Delusional, insane, broken, that I should be put down, that I'm a freak, a monster, a predator, a lie.

If you want to talk about this, at all, send me a PM? I know I can't change your past, and I won't even pretend to try that, but I can offer an ear, a shoulder, a wall to bounce your thoughts off of. <3

Of course, I'm not a therapist, I'm just a lil trans girl nihilotranshumanist <3

Yeah, I mean - which part of huge gnawing secret did people not understand? That means I am not going to tell you. Inevitably someone is going to wonder what it is but I'm telling you. You don't want to know. I don't want you to know.

That's just sometimes how it goes. And I'm telling you it's fine.

When I say you won't understand, I mean it. You would have to live it to understand it. I also wrote 20 pages about it once. That might help you understand. Basically the explanation would have to be a small book. No one has time for that. But if I just blurt it out, it will come out wrong. We could no longer be friends, because I know you get the wrong idea.

So unless I intend to become a part-time novelist, you will never know. If you just heard the entire story, you'd understand. But you won't. An incomplete explanation would provide more misunderstandings than it solves. That is a risk that I cannot take.

I have time for that <3
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Cyst on December 14, 2016, 01:06:01 pm
Separate post because poem:

Exhaustion
Words belted off the top of my head
A way to cope without control
A better solution than dread
I know I need a helping hand
But I don't know what it'd do
A lift just to help me stand
Or just a distraction

Exhausted
I spend my energy on emotional labor
Overcoming my past
Still, tied to unseen masters
I try
I do
I try to do
But I never seem able to
Stand
Lethargic

Sedation
I seek the
Tingle
Slow descent
Of numbness
But I can not find it
An addiction for the nation
Escape

Stuck
I stand in the middle of things I can't control
Expected to sell myself
To afford some petty toll
My identity
My face
My existence
My fate
Questioned for it's
Nonconformity, it's
Lack of brevity
For it's

Confused with no flow
Lost in a cold snap with no snow
I stand on the corner
Waiting to meet a stranger
Two in the morning
And despite my face
I feel no danger
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on December 14, 2016, 03:13:06 pm
This thread is the perfect balance of genuine angst and ironic ****posting.

The yin and yang are in harmony.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 20, 2016, 03:18:59 pm
And so I go
With the flow
But the flow goes down
Into ground

And I float
On a waterfall
And I guess that's all

Maybe sometimes
You're meant die
You don't know why

But that's how you know it's gonna be alright

In the end
It will be gone

There comes a day
You can't go on

And with fear
You will hold on
But not for long

Is it too much
Will you let go
Is it too late
To move on

There was fear in your eyes I've never seen
Kept alive when you shouldn't have been

And when I fear, that's what I see
One day will be that fear is real

It is too late
It is too late now, father
It is too late
You can't go farther

It is too late
The mistake is done
And your life
Is over

And in a flash
It is all gone
All that could have should have
Been
Is no more

But the rest of us
We will
Move on
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on December 20, 2016, 04:14:05 pm
Just to clarify, I don't really care much if anyone reads these. Just writing them makes me feel better somehow. And it's nice to know they're recorded somewhere. Also I know KS only reads them because he's a mod and he has to.

It is a relief
It is a relief, oh
That your pain is over

And you,
You look like my father

And I love you but I know
You lie to me
I know you lie to me

And if I die
You won't cry for me

Like when my father died
I would count myself relieved

And if I died, it should be believed
You would be relieved

I know,
I know
You say what you say because you should
You're a proud woman who follows the rules

But it's a lie
It is a lie

You are merciless and cruel
Deep inside your eyes
I see no love resides

Let the weak swallow the earth
And the strong walk upon

But you I love
That cruelty
That I love

You are mean
Not trying to demean
But I would love me an evil queen

Ruling with an iron fist and suffering
I would still bow beneath with you as king

You would let me die and that is alright
At least you made sure I went with pride

I would march on the front row with you by my side
My evil queen, for you I die
For you I die
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on January 03, 2017, 01:25:39 pm
I looked for love
In desert, darkness and rust

I looked for love
In a grave
And in all that we have lost

I looked for love
In fearless eyes
And with lust

I looked for love
In hate and pain and agony
And that is what I received

But love was waiting for me
Right where I belonged

Home,
I went home

A place where I belonged

Home,
I went home

A place where I belonged
A place where I was loved

A place where I
Go
No more
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on January 04, 2017, 12:24:12 pm
You would not believe
How strange this life could be
Could be

Truths are lost
And what you wish to see

And when they're found
You don't wish to see
To see

A whole truth there
Could be
Could be

But that truth you
Would never see
Would see

Too complex to believe
Believe

Call them stories
Unrealities

Twenty sides to every tale
But only one you see

It's all the same
Complex reality

Twenty sides to every tale
But only one you see
But it's all the same
Complex reality
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Huckbuck on January 04, 2017, 04:51:54 pm
Assemblage
ascended parts
sum to one
unending starts
from random
exploding down
hyper space
projection
crack in the Brahma
strings of intensity
from a point
to a tree
infinite geometry
ontology
fininte energy
flow in fractal vessels
entropy entropy
Transcend for me
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on January 05, 2017, 12:59:08 am
Nice.
Title: Sternum an Angry Toothache
Post by: Rysworld on January 05, 2017, 09:11:44 am
I had a dead tooth removed once
(The dentist stole it. Didn't get to keep it.)
It was grey, stinking, and broken
An incisor, right at the front
(It's still there I can feel it. My whole face rots now.)

My sternum's an angry toothache
(Dentist won't fix that one.)
It is grey, stinking, and broken
My pericardium is bone
(To protect my heart and to throttle it, in equal measure.)

Heart, Lung, Liver, Spleen, Kidney
Pericardium, Stomach, Small Intestine, Gallbladder, Bladder
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on January 07, 2017, 12:45:09 pm
Through all the haze and all the fog
I hear it screaming no

Pillows, canvas, luxuries
Beneath there's something wrong

Numb the pain, but pain is real
These fantasies are not

Choke the fear and choke the pain
But the pain goes on below

A fake haze of comforting
A fake sense of being loved
Offered in a bottle
But you know that is not love

I wanna feel
I wanna feel my sorrow
I wanna feel
I wanna feel no tomorrow

I wanna hate
And feel enraged
I wanna fight
I wanna slay

Choke my pain
Choke my rage
Choke my absolve
Won't resolve

I am at war
This is my fight
And I shall rise

Dim my light
But I
Ignite
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on January 31, 2017, 12:08:18 pm
I pierce through the night
When the trees are full of light

And so I avert my sight
From the darkest night

And so my sight
So my sight

Averts also light
And with all my might

I trod through tonight
Stop, stop, my dear, you said
But you don't know which way I strayed
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Rysworld on March 09, 2017, 06:38:44 pm
The sun-cracked ground was cold and dark
On one cool western desert night
In a town a hundred miles away
From paved roads and electric lights

Outside the town there was a displaced boy
Of ruddy skin and darker mind
His tribe had overstepped, and their savage race
Afforded them little to nothing kind

He starved without those skinbound tents
His stomach carved in painful rents
Revolting on and onwards hence
It seemed to bade him wake one night

When rolling darkness came to him
He knew this was no Nanissáanah
Keen and ugly, frumped and prim
Its words seemed lodged inside his craw

As he reached into the black
His eggshell ken it pitched and yawed
Emotions through a degrading mind
Humbled, fearful, worried, awed
As his thoughts were rubbed and frayed to raw
His mind shattered like fine glass
All remains were platitudes-
Sarsparilla, sassafrass

High on rage and vengeance the boy
drew heads as he went past
Shyed from by every horse and ass
He strode with purpose new

The stripling went on into town
Sure he would not fail
His arms threw wide his head snapped back
And mouth-to-sky he wailed

The moon burst sticky-bright, into
Pustule greens-and-reds
The godling rose above the town,
Shining toes-to-heads
As piles formed of newly dead
And as moonspus streamed in ropy threads
Down that darkest sky into the sand

There was a reckoning there that day
By my reckoning, anyways
Through the bloody haze
And faint whispers of the moons foul rays
I can still remember some things,
The skin and bones of the drum-things
Beating on and on into the night
(there were no drummers)

But details remain elusive
Only in dreams is my mind loose-lipped
And so here have I roosted
Away from those I knew

A boy entered that town that day and
later I came out
With uncertain swagger in my step
And a new murderer's scowl

Now I live alone
I find myself more placid
Odd feelings for a man- once boy
Who ended a town in dark and in acid
Title: m/b it's just me
Post by: Rysworld on March 18, 2017, 07:13:30 pm
the decree read thusly

Do NOT stop cannibalizing one another for parts.
Do NOT stop in your swarmish, fish-school movements.
Do NOT stop building the monuments.
Do NOT stop the American-Dream decline into mediocrity and noteless death.

This is our march. This is this young Adolf. This is the Temüjin. This is it.
Workless legs and workful asses, sarsparillas, sassafrasses.
What greatest minds? What hope? What now? What IS this?

Sex lost its slick, enticing sheen in 1998.

A mush-headed man asked me for a dollar.

( )
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on March 19, 2017, 04:40:04 am
And on the pedestal these words appeared:
"Ye mighty hate him! This Pharoah built an eternal legacy using this ONE WEIRD TRICK"
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: /lurk on March 19, 2017, 06:54:34 am
And on the pedestal these words appeared:
"Ye mighty hate him! This Pharoah built an eternal legacy using this ONE WEIRD TRICK"

This is relevant to my interests.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on March 19, 2017, 09:14:26 pm
And on the pedestal these words appeared:
"Ye mighty hate him! This Pharoah built an eternal legacy using this ONE WEIRD TRICK"

dude i love this. can i like save it to use for somethin? don't know what
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Inkling on March 19, 2017, 09:18:43 pm
Sam may give you distribution rights if you donate to his Patreon first.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on March 19, 2017, 09:21:31 pm
just figured it'd be courteous to ask! lmao
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on March 20, 2017, 01:59:55 am
Uh yeah, of course. Just kick me some royalties if you hit the big time ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on March 20, 2017, 06:25:11 am
;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on April 15, 2017, 11:06:38 am
i wrote this in the shower cause i was bored but its kinda nsfw so let me know if i can't post it on a family forum

junior year i ****ed a girl with the body of a pornstar
freaky and petite and thicker than a snickers bar
in a flannel shirt and combat boots with arms adorned with razor scars
she was a lover and a sinner and a stoner with a beater car

i explored the depths of her mind while she hotboxed her closet
it was tortured and afraid and one night she absolutely lost it
behind my parents’ bathroom door she loudly ran the faucet
tried to kill herself with pills while i frantically unlocked it

i wiped her tears away and started to feel my brain rot
things fell apart i felt alone we fought about our private thoughts
found her thighs wrapped around a scumbag with a mugshot
but i couldn’t blame her cause i’d done the same in a denny’s parking lot
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on April 15, 2017, 11:08:34 am
> Boning someone who's that clumsy at shaving their arms.

 ::)
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Slinky on April 15, 2017, 11:10:27 am
not her fault she had excessively shaky hands!
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on July 19, 2017, 06:56:50 am
These scars
Never fade
The shame

I made a mistake
But I thought mistakes
Were meant to be made

A mark
Of shame

Conceal
Every day

Shame

Remind you
Every day

Shame

Marked with
Shame

Some things
You can forget

But some things stay
Every day

Shame

Shame

Conceal
Every day

The scars
The
Shame
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on October 10, 2017, 12:34:50 pm
This isn't really poetry, but I just thought it was like. So. Frickin. Deep.

I just realised I've been living my life
like yesterday
didn't exist
just trying to erase the past
over and over again
but it does exist
and it cannot be erased
just like the goddamn scars
on my face
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Krakow Sam on October 10, 2017, 03:45:08 pm
:<


GD you gotta start being nice to yourself. Write yourself a nice poem RIGHT NOW.
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Great Distance on October 18, 2017, 12:09:01 pm
Just when you're about to relax
The alarm goes
Eee-ooo-eee-ooo

The neighbour plays out his bass
The fire alarm goes off upstairs

Just when you're about to lie down
Take a deep breath
Eee-ooo-eee-ooo

Just when you're about to relax
Get news from the boss
An urgent message from your course

Eee-ooo-eee-ooo

Get up now
Get out now

The smoke fills your lungs
You stumble out

Eee-ooo-eee-ooo

Just when you're about to relax
You're about to wind down
The alarm goes

Eee-ooo-eee-ooo

The deadline is tomorrow and you've got
No time to borrow

You're about to relax
You get
Eee-ooo-eee-ooo
Title: Re: Must Write Bad Poetry
Post by: Yokto on October 18, 2017, 12:21:16 pm
"it is only through bleaching your brain you can have a white conscience" -Uknown person. Possibly me...

I guess it is sort of bad poetry...