My Shitty Poetry

[Sinister Intents]

I don't even really know myself, it pours out of me like the organs of the gutted, festering with rot under the gleaming sun. Idea of old shunned into the back of the mind. Ruthless reveries stung so sweetly into my peeling skin. Under the bed I waste, for you have ignored me and gave me no more chance to prosper. My inner darkness takes a hold on a headless ideology. Beheaded and defleshed, it find will find you and come for you again and again. through the deepest cracks, the deepest wound, the deepest sounds, it will find you! it'll find you and drag you under the bed for it is hungry for attention. Screaming, you fight back to no avail, consuming you like hay to a horse. Your pieces left are far and few between. Beaten, bound, tortured souls warned you but you didn't listen! Now! Ask why?
I want thought and opinions and possibly names and a good critique of what I made :-) honestly I don't think its good and I'll post more later lol

[bcbm]

no one should write poetry

[Rafiq]

no one should write poetry

My concurrency cannot be expressed through text.

Poetry is... Garbage. Well, modern poetry at least.

[Sinister Intents]

Thanks everyone I now officially fucking hate writing

[PC LOAD LETTER]

To be honest, it's an okay start, but everyone's going to shit on you if you write so don't take it personally


When I read poetry it's always in Judy's voice from Doug

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[Ele'ill]

Thanks everyone I now officially fucking hate writing

Most of the world hates you regardless if you write or not I just keep writing. Most of the 2 hip to like stuff crowd can fuck off but if you're going to share poetry make sure it's a good time to share it. If some of the most clever and lyrically stunning poems ever in the history of the universe were shared on here they'd likely get the 'lol poems suk' replies.

[Pirate Utopian]

lol poems suk

[Prometeo liberado]

Thanks everyone I now officially fucking hate writing

I'm here to tell you that you shouldn't hate writting. Just hate writting basicaly everything you have written up till now. Or that will resemble anything you have ever written before, even remotely, what you have written here and anywhere else...ever.
:thumbup1: See, all better!

[Sinister Intents]

And thanks everyone, this is all useful, I write stoned :-)

[Ele'ill]

I write stoned :-)

No need for excuses.

[Veovis]

lol poems suk

Wrong.

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[Sinister Intents]

Should I part the other stuff for the Hell of it?

[Ele'ill]

You should keep writing forever. Don't listen to these folks they're wrong.

[Pirate Utopian]

No please stop. Fuck poetry.

[Questionable]

I don't write poetry but I've collected a few over the years I think people will enjoy.

"You know what I need
A fucking cigarette
Seriously dude" - Anonymous

"Roses are red Violets are red
Tulips are red
The grass is red
Oh, shit
My garden is on fire" - Anonymous (But not the same one as above)

[Ele'ill]

No please stop. Fuck poetry.

this is a terrible suggestion, poetry is the best

[Pirate Utopian]

No. Poetry is wicked lame.

[Sinister Intents]

Sweet lol I'm gonna add more of mine lol. And I've seen those two anonymous ones lol.

[Sinister Intents]

Sacred Reich of trees standing tall. Bearing dead landscapes easily combustible. Plagiarized existence time after time. Erasing cult of the mind. Pillars of salt erected beautifully. Towers so bitter and desolate, absolutely lethal and toxic. Gone insane mind far gone and damaged. Culture of devastation no more. Down to nothing more than pockets of salt worshipping tribes. Towers fall as civilizations are extinguished and pulverized out of existence. deliberately exterminated people march away to the cult's homeland. Gassed, eliminated, defiled, raped people piled high. Eliminated existence. Insects swarm mouths open wide. Corpses preparing for there final destination. That being extermination on a massive scale. Men in dark suits march them forward to salvation, the end of their inhuman suffering

[Sinister Intents]

Mindless wastrels plotting your demise in hidden bunkers of bile and bone. Rivers of blood pour through the cavern of hatred. Dismal lifeless corpses riot at the shear thought of letting you reign longer. Your time had come, liberty stripped away, like skin off a torso. Bodies of grey covered in. ivory maggots dwell in fear you'll rise again after you, God, the great deceiver have fallen prey to the unenlightened whom have grown disgusted with your depressive authoritarian, infectious reign. insectoid fascist creatures shudder I fear of your malignant cruelty. Lacking a gentle hand you cradle an infant civilization. Preparing to crush it, you're stopped by martyrs of past, torn to pieces, red terror ends.

[Sinister Intents]

Steaming piles of gut encircle place of ritual, insane. Miles apart a man follows the stench of death to the putrid site of hazing. seemingly endless armies of flies buzz about as the marked one makes his way there. Having fallen several times he rests. He is marked for death. Upon the hill he's stretched like a canvas to be cut open and sewn anew. Eyes of three removed, unwavering. Fingers casting lines pointing in all six directions. Nails of bone line the sacrificial site. A man of pestilence smokes the skin of an innocent and consumes his blood. The carbonized ones shake in horror at the grizzly scene as men, women, children, and the elderly tear him apart in a display of power, immense. Religious fervor takes hold and the blood drunk audience quakes like no other and screams haunting melodies. Blood sprays everything, parts strewn about in a horrific display. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Corrupt minds wander this wasteland. Ravaging all in there wake!

[Sinister Intents]

I am after you. There is no denying my brutality. I'm gonna fucking kill every last one of you. found my victim and follow him home. He gets home fast, but I am much faster. I break into his garage. Turn it into a fucking grave. I am after you. There is no denying my brutality. I am going to fucking kill you. One swing I knock you the fuck out, I tie you down. Tear off your face, break the bone, rip it out with the muscle. Tear off your face, break the bone, rip it out with the muscle. Pull out the brain, rip off the jaw, cut out the tongue. Pull out the brain, rip off the jaw, cut out the tongue. Scalp the fucker, hollow out the neck, drinking blood, consuming ripped out arteries. Eat of the throat. You! The epitome of white supremacy, I am after you. There is no denying my brutality. I'll fucking kill you all. Ravage the fascist, kill them all!

[Sinister Intents]

I would really appreciate peoples comments.

[Pirate Utopian]

Sucks. Quit. Poetry is for idiots.

[Prometeo liberado]

Steaming piles of gut encircle place of ritual, insane. Miles apart a man follows the stench of death to the putrid site of hazing. seemingly endless armies of flies buzz about as the marked one makes his way there. Having fallen several times he rests. He is marked for death. Upon the hill he's stretched like a canvas to be cut open and sewn anew. Eyes of three removed, unwavering. Fingers casting lines pointing in all six directions. Nails of bone line the sacrificial site. A man of pestilence smokes the skin of an innocent and consumes his blood. The carbonized ones shake in horror at the grizzly scene as men, women, children, and the elderly tear him apart in a display of power, immense. Religious fervor takes hold and the blood drunk audience quakes like no other and screams haunting melodies. Blood sprays everything, parts strewn about in a horrific display. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Corrupt minds wander this wasteland. Ravaging all in there wake!

Looks to me like someone needs a hug, this way he/she won't be able to use his/her arms to write any more this stuff.

[Os Cangaceiros]

First one is not bad I guess, surrealism + apocalyptic imagery, both things I enjoy.

Second one sounds too much like something an angsty 15 year old might write, though.

I generally don't like poetry. Not sophisticated enough to appreciate it, I guess.

EDIT: meant the first and second ones on this page, not the first page of this thread.

[Sinister Intents]

Thanks, and to every ones horror I'll keep writing :-) its fin and I feel like they're getting better. Maybe I should blog these lol.

[Sinister Intents]

Also personal interpretations are accepted, and telling me to setup is pointless comrades, lest I'm writing something reactionary :-(

[Thirsty Crow]

Sucks. Quit. Poetry is for idiots.
Which would mean something if OP did something like it.
Instead of actually writing in prose y'know.
(if someone mentions prose poems I'll go berzerk)

As far as advice goes, try writing in lines, like

Steaming piles of gut
Encircle place of ritual
insane.
Miles apart
A man follows the stench
Of death to the putrid site of
Hazing.

Now that's something different from what you originally wrote, nevermind the fact that the actual content is the same since speech rhythm is what makes poetry what it is.



EDIT: meant the first and second ones on this page, not the first page of this thread.
Like "sophistication" has anything to do with it (I really think it does not).

[Sinister Intents]

Which would mean something if OP did something like it.
Instead of actually writing in prose y'know.
(if someone mentions prose poems I'll go berzerk)

As far as advice goes, try writing in lines, like

Steaming piles of gut
Encircle place of ritual
insane.
Miles apart
A man follows the stench
Of death to the putrid site of
Hazing.

Now that's something different from what you originally wrote, nevermind the fact that the actual content is the same since speech rhythm is what makes poetry what it is.


Like "sophistication" has anything to do with it (I really think it does not).

Thanks lol, I forget stanzas because I type them quickly on my cellphone (my cellphone will meet the twenty pound fucking sledge hammer soon)

[Ele'ill]

poetry is great

[bad ideas actualised by alcohol]

lol poem$ $uKKK

[Pirate Utopian]

Which would mean something if OP did something like it.
Instead of actually writing in prose y'know.
(if someone mentions prose poems I'll go berzerk)
Prose sucks. Prose poems suck.

Better now?

[Ele'ill]

no ur wrong poetry is fantastic

[Pirate Utopian]

lolz no. poems r uberlame

[Prometeo liberado]

Poetry neither sucks, is uberlame or blows.


Just the OP's poetry.
All other poetry, and I mean ALL other poetry has to be and is worth while.;)

[Sinister Intents]

This thread has become rather crushing............ I think I will quit.....

[Prometeo liberado]

This thread has become rather crushing............ I think I will quit.....

It takes a big person to write that kind of poetry. It takes an even bigger person to mercifully put a stop to it. Stay gold Pony Boy.;)

[Pirate Utopian]

This thread has become rather crushing............ I think I will quit.....

Good, the less poetry the better.

[PC LOAD LETTER]

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from hell.
For the cherup with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life; and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas now it appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

[Sinister Intents]

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from hell.
For the cherup with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life; and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas now it appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

Sweet lol :-) I'm working on a different and new poem but I may no longer post them because of other peoples comments.

[Ele'ill]

don't quit write forever

[Pirate Utopian]

Quit. writing sucks and is nothing but a huge waste of time and effort

[bad ideas actualised by alcohol]

I second Pirate, he has been in one of MRN's videos so he knows what he's talking about.

[Pirate Utopian]

Yup. :sleep:

[Sinister Intents]

Why should I quit? I actually haven't.

[bad ideas actualised by alcohol]

Why should I quit? I actually haven't.

Because lol poetry suks

[Ele'ill]

Why should I quit? I actually haven't.

You shouldn't. Good.

[Sinister Intents]

You shouldn't. Good.

Yeah lol :-) I'm not a quitter, I feel like pirate is being am annoying troll.

[Ele'ill]

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[bad ideas actualised by alcohol]

Blackened, don't listen to advice given by someone who listens to that.
Quit poetry.

[PC LOAD LETTER]

Sweet lol :-) I'm working on a different and new poem but I may no longer post them because of other peoples comments.
well that was william blake, I just wanted to see if anyone would talk shit about it

[Ele'ill]

Blackened, don't listen to advice given by someone who listens to that.
Quit poetry.


fuck u that song is awesome

[Yuppie Grinder]

Holy shit so many of you are fucking numbskulls. "Poetry is wicked gae and 4 old people lol xD"
Poetry is fucking rad. Rimbaud, Blake, Borges, those dudes are goons.

[PC LOAD LETTER]

Holy shit so many of you are fucking numbskulls. "Poetry is wicked gae and 4 old people lol xD"
Poetry is fucking rad. Rimbaud, Blake, Borges, those dudes are goons.
I know you did not just call mah dawg Blake a goon


Unless you meant it as a good thing

[Yuppie Grinder]

I know you did not just call mah dawg Blake a goon


Unless you meant it as a good thing
lol dude
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=goon

[PC LOAD LETTER]

lol dude
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=goon
Regional slang - I've never heard that used that way


My b

[Ele'ill]

starships were meant to fly

[Sinister Intents]

fuck u that song is awesome

That was cool lol :-), my favorite lyrics come from landmine marathon. Such as their song morbidity:

Hunted in starvation with extinction slicing at the heel
One long raven braid takes several days to burn
Scalps are covered in boils
Echo the sight of a festering sun
Infested oneself with ivory maggots
Rage takes over dismembered bodies
Begin to pile against the stone
Like rag dolls torn into pieces
Two children are left in the cold night's air
Their lips crack open
Skin of the earth begins to bleed
Trembling as they rot in fear
Stalking them are pretty shadows
Singing a lifeless note with each breath
Scaling with morbidity
Claws grasping at the broken branch
No tracks to cover last moment of sanity
An abscess burrows deep inside of reason
She clasps his hand while eyes roll
Into another shattered film
He roots out his own bones
As a sacrifice stricken adversary
Coiling over harvesting eyes
Upon the laden martyrs with morbidity
Mourning each extremity like a broken branch
Offering a sacrifice is insignificant
In this realm of agony.

I'd love someone elses interpretation of this. I love Landmine XD!

Currently I'm working on a short story lol, this thread has become rally interesting as well. I will always write as per the horror of those that hate poetry.

Hey Pirate what is OFWKTA lyric wise? Is it poetic?

[Zealot]

Zizek is disappoint.

[bad ideas actualised by alcohol]

fuck u that song is awesome

I remember that song from when I was just a little Creep.
Thought it was shit then, think it is even more shit now.

[Pirate Utopian]

Yeah lol :-) I'm not a quitter, I feel like pirate is being am annoying troll.

Mostly. Yeah.

In all seriousness, do whatever.

[Igor]

i just don't get poetry, it doesn't really particularly irritate me or anything but i just get no kicks out of it. idk even if a song had awesome lyrics just reading them out loud wouldn't really do it for me

poetry and art are the two things that always make me feel like an uneducated dummo

[Yuppie Grinder]

i just don't get poetry, it doesn't really particularly irritate me or anything but i just get no kicks out of it. idk even if a song had awesome lyrics just reading them out loud wouldn't really do it for me

poetry and art are the two things that always make me feel like an uneducated dummo

There's nothing to "get". You just enjoy it for what it is, the same you would do for music or film.

[PC LOAD LETTER]

i just don't get poetry, it doesn't really particularly irritate me or anything but i just get no kicks out of it. idk even if a song had awesome lyrics just reading them out loud wouldn't really do it for me

poetry and art are the two things that always make me feel like an uneducated dummo


I lost my CD in a car accident some years back, it got smashed, so I don't have the insert with the lyrics. I had to find some probably-poorly-transcribed lyrics on the internet. But give this song a whirl. Poetry is great.



Fumbling with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingers
Become infected with feeling so I'm electing this evening
To end my life without reason 'cause I'm indicted for treason
Closing my eyes and I'm leaking, drag the knife 'till I'm bleeding
'Cause it's light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meeting
With Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentance
For he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depression
Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence
The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeating my blessings
Ever since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmen
Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indiscretions
So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
And getting lost in the music is only soothing for stretches
If you knew where my head is when I'm doing these records
You'd never listen to my music again
I can't let you see

See the things I dream
See the things I dream
See the things I dream
See the things I dream

I will know how things can be....
I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer


-5cXWc0LJ74

[Yuppie Grinder]

^ i love that song!