ReZourceman Posted November 11, 2008 Posted November 11, 2008 Typical There is no such thing as a typical day. You might not stay, and you might go away. And although theres not much that we can predict. We can alter the future by the things that we pick. There is no such thing as a typical way. Some people are straight, and some people are gay. We can't change who we are, and maybe thats good. Because a person in control, is a person who could. ------------------------------------ On A Whim Split second. Last minute. Just something we do. Not planned. No warning. Just something we do. No meaning or purpose, this crazed activity. On a whim, on a whim. Thats my policy. ---------------------- Chinese Whispers A mutter I hear, a faint little whisper. The quiet musings of a little person. Misinterpretation is an evil thing. For it can send people mad, and paranoid. And though I cannot be sure of what I have heard. It will drive me insane with its horrible curse. Eating away, deep inside of my body. Metaphorically, of course because it can't actually physically hurt me. On a tandem I rhyme, making not much sense. Alas much like, the Chinese Whisper. -------------- Rap It Up Why do rappers talk in such a ridiculous way? What someone should do is write a poem like that one day. If I were to do it, then I'd make it wicked. I'd gradually start talking gangst' do you fillit? Line by line my rhyme would get urban. Cussing bitches and hoes, and downin' some bourbon. But iffit got silly then Id smack dat son. Cos who likes a poet with an attitude on.
Daft Posted November 11, 2008 Posted November 11, 2008 Interest in Absence Sat in my chair screaming in silence, The only thing here is an interest in absence. I drift through days afraid to be still, Other's ice eyes find that I'm shrill. These people poor peering, Stuck frozen and fearing. I'm missing the point and that's my reward, I don't like this life, I'm incredibly bored. --- Just wrote this a second ago during my lecture (which I'm still in)...so bored.
Paj! Posted November 11, 2008 Posted November 11, 2008 ReZ, did you write those? They're pretty good, and funny! Though the first two would make better song lyrics, imo.
ReZourceman Posted November 12, 2008 Author Posted November 12, 2008 ReZ, did you write those? They're pretty good, and funny! Though the first two would make better song lyrics, imo. Thank you, yeah I did, just for a laugh. I'll do some more today, when boredom prevails at work. (I'll make the subject matters even more random too) -------- Unbelieveable. 10:42 already and boredom has claimed me. Lets see. "This Video Is No Longer Available." A familiar sign, for the frequent browser. Those six little words that make your heart sink. All you wanted was a quick glimpse to make you say "Wowza!" But alas all you get is a message to make you think. "Why me", you scream inside, "why I have you chosen?" "All I wanted to see was a genuine chode." "And whats this?! Now the entire website has frozen." "Quick, refresh the page, before I blow my load." Hmmm. Not hugely happy with this one, but meh.
Paj! Posted November 12, 2008 Posted November 12, 2008 "This Video Is No Longer Available." A familiar sign, for the frequent browser. Those six little words that make your heart sink. All you wanted was a quick glimpse to make you say "Wowza!" But alas all you get is a message to make you think. "Why me", you scream inside, "why I have you chosen?" "All I wanted to see was a genuine chode." "And whats this?! Now the entire website has frozen." "Quick, refresh the page, before I blow my load." Hmmm. Not hugely happy with this one, but meh. It tells me jokes, since you assume it's about Youtube, but then one could interpret it as being simply about any porn video by the ending.
ReZourceman Posted November 12, 2008 Author Posted November 12, 2008 Yeah I ended up being on the query headset for the entire afternoon, thus pretty much saving me from boredom and also...like...going on NE would be like job suicide whilst on headset. Kinda. Though I did pop on once cos' I'm naughty, and cannot be held down by "the man".
spenno182 Posted November 12, 2008 Posted November 12, 2008 You are so the best on headset thanks for all of your help
ReZourceman Posted November 12, 2008 Author Posted November 12, 2008 You are so the best on headset thanks for all of your help I am. If you're gonna post then behave. Sexy.
Paj! Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 ZOMG a third member of the bank crew? I assume Molly was one new character this season (of the N-Europe Soap) enough, but adding another one this close the season finale?! What fuckery is this?
ReZourceman Posted November 13, 2008 Author Posted November 13, 2008 NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO¬!!!!!!!! FUCKS SAKE! I just wrote a bloody poem, a serious one and my browser disconnected and normally when you click back its not lost, but../.aahahhahahah!!! Soo. Pissed off. Fuck. Didn't need that in the bloody MORNING. I feel...so..ugh. Anyway Spenno is Jamie from The Jamie and Mike Chronicles. God Im pissed off. Transitions Your judgement is blanketed, By a dark and evil force, The words I say are obvious, But you're trapped within its jaws, It slowly starts to kill you, The shadows taking hold, And though I tried to stop it, There was nothing I could do, The outcomes that were predicted, Were gradually coming true, The signs that I most fear, Had come and been and gone, But this is just my memory, I wish you were still here. ------------ *Sigh* Not a scratch on the original I wrote, and lost. How annoying.
spenno182 Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 Anyway Spenno is Jamie from The Jamie and Mike Chronicles. God Im pissed off.[/color] [/color] Does this make me funny internet person?
ReZourceman Posted November 13, 2008 Author Posted November 13, 2008 Technically yes. You associate in multiple videos with myself, and I am funny internet person, so yes.
Molly Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 ZOMG a third member of the bank crew? I assume Molly was one new character this season (of the N-Europe Soap) enough, but adding another one this close the season finale?! What fuckery is this? Lol! I feel like a chore.
Paj! Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 Lol! I feel like a chore. No, you're my lovely Snore Bore Whore. Don't worry, that's a compliment. You'd get it if you knew what I was referencing.
ReZourceman Posted November 13, 2008 Author Posted November 13, 2008 I don't actually know what either of you mean. No doubt there will be some interesting poems tomorrow.
Molly Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 No, you're my lovely Snore Bore Whore. Don't worry, that's a compliment. You'd get it if you knew what I was referencing. I'd rather be a lovely whore than a chore. Does that...work? It's a tune, I know, I'm with you.
Goron_3 Posted November 13, 2008 Posted November 13, 2008 Oh poetry i write lots of it! will have to post some up tomorrow..
Guest Captain Falcon Posted November 14, 2008 Posted November 14, 2008 Whilst I don't profess to be even remotely any good, I do like to try my hand at this kind of thing every now and again. I was having difficulty sleeping last night and I just decided to try to write something. The following is the result of my effort though I've yet to come up with a name. All feedback is welcome. How many obstacles line this path I walk I don't know how much longer I can keep on going My legs are tired and my arms both ache Yet the real pain is in not ever knowing I don't want to give up now I've come this far But the path I chose is no longer clear So I'll keep stumbling along as the day wears on As my heart sense the end is almost near Say what you like about me I can take the heat Since you have no idea what I'm going through This was laid out for me, it's my personal quest And I'll get to the end if my aim stays true This is one test I was not ready for I have only one chance, I can take no more My mentality's fragile, my body's sore But don't write me off just yet
jayseven Posted November 14, 2008 Posted November 14, 2008 Small tip; Show don't tell. That means if you're going to say "my head is sore" then you're leaving nothing to the imagination. Try to use metaphor, simile or just more elaborate description - juxtaposition is good. My heart beats slowly While my ears listen again To the words you speak When you open your mouth vs. My heart stumbles As my ears self-amused To the ode you hiss With each sob perused The connotations a reader has with "beats slowly" aren't very wide ranging, as opposed to "stumbles" which can summon drunken foolishness, accidental falling, whatever whatever. "speak" is a flat word that does act as a tonal indicator, but doesn't show much emotion - more a lack of emotion, whereas hiss can seem more angry or pissed off, which in reflection to 'stumbles' can produce "more complex" imagery. I'm not pretending that I'm any good at poetry, but I just find that I enjoy reading stuff that makes my mind think that bit more. Also; 'agency' is basically being able to identify who in the poem says/does what. "I" and "You" are obvious, but when there is no 'marker' identifying the agent it requires the reader to perhaps imagine the scene on a more personal basis.
Paj! Posted November 15, 2008 Posted November 15, 2008 I'd rather be a lovely whore than a chore. Does that...work? It's a tune, I know, I'm with you. Your dreams will open the door. It makes no difference if you're black or white...if the music's pumping, It'll give you new life. You're a superstar. Yes, that's what you are! Come on, "vogue"!
Coolness Bears Posted November 18, 2008 Posted November 18, 2008 (edited) Yay! poems. Edited May 22, 2012 by Coolness Bears
Supergrunch Posted November 18, 2008 Posted November 18, 2008 I like the way you vary your line length to create effect Coolness. Anyway, this thread has inspired me to write some more poems - here's one I wrote just now: A cellophane world, a bubble of falsehoods, a suture of freedom is yet to be sewn. Ideas are in fluction; a mental chaotic, an unfettered struggle of knowing and known. It's here that we take up our hunt for a meaning, well, something that helps to explain. We cower beneath mountains of untruths and demons that scream black with a painful refrain. So how then to open this passage of theory, that slowly should bring us to fragments of light? First let's start by donning a lens of constriction, thus filt'ring the darkness to one colour of night. And now though we see less, we see in more depth; the weavings and flailings are ours to survey. What once was disorder is stripped to the bone - one element dancing a solo display. And hence we can leap to an island of reason, a fraction of fury is tamed by our hand. The sphere remains in a tangle of discord, but now we see beauty, for we understand.
jayseven Posted March 12, 2009 Posted March 12, 2009 This isn't a real poem. It's a collection of misheard Brand New lyrics that I collected and re-arranged. I'm pretty sure there's some subconscious things seeping out, right here. It's blank verse, so read it out loud to find a better pacing. There are some lines I like, and some that are tripe (the whole ancients/beacon thing), but I think the 'project' turned out rather coherant in teh end. Splashed like seas on a motorway, Oil slicks running rivers across the pave like boiling oil soaking a renegade, bow and arrow against a trebuchet Flightless birds married to the cliffsides Tempting the drop just to touch the sky Or endless questions by a child asking 'why?' When they don't even half listen to your reply Oh, don't take cover, don't crawl away we're all gonna fall all over anyway and again tomorrow and then the next day. It's up to you. The ghosts are gone. Been checking under the staircase all along If the ancients fell once already It wasn't the beacon's burden weight They always held that steady Through hell and fury they did negate it still shines. I carry yours and you carry mine Crying, for what you're going to do I don't wanna know. It's nothing new Oh don't take cover Don't stumble a run I will rile astray And rise to fall and show you once again A patient gun, that never looks away Every instinct worded true Timeless moments left in the sunshine Burned, torn, torched and bruised
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