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SHARE YOUR POEM(s) I tire of industry and domesticated living, Sit at my cream-Formica cubical staring at meaningless dribble, And dream of our long ago beach walk, moonlight water splashing the rocky wall, talking of our plans.
The future is now, and all I have is industry and domesticated living, All I have is shit, Dive deeper and deeper, Dive deeper into me, Peer inside cobwebbed catacombs of empty rooms filled with meaningless dribble, Creeking stairs and broken glass, hearth long ago abandoned, This is were you will find me. Dive deeper and deeper, Dive deeper into me, I am broken at this moment, twisted and deformed and terribly ashamed. The future is now, and all I have is industry and domesticated living, All I have is shit, Tonight I’ll drive, Drive further and further and further and further and further, To that beach. To the lapping surf, to the once forgotten place, Outside the broken windows, inside of me, a place where I can allow myself to remember and forgive you finally, a place where I can wrap my tired arms around the most tender memory, All I have is this. Dive deeper and deeper, Through this shallow ocean between us, Like a delicious rainbow trout in the fryer, I long for your lips around my penis lips around my penis lips around my penis, | |
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the stuff i write is perhaps too personal...
it's not even poetry really...  | |
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SammiJ said: the stuff i write is perhaps too personal...
it's not even poetry really... As long as you don't decribe his genitals, I'm cool with it. | |
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Imago said: SammiJ said: the stuff i write is perhaps too personal...
it's not even poetry really... As long as you don't decribe his genitals, I'm cool with it. 
no not personal in that sense... i'll think about posting some other stuff later... | |
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brownsugar said: no
Come on! As long as you don't describe Anxiety's genitals, I'm cool with it. cool edit [Edited 3/24/06 20:16pm] | |
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Not a very good poem, but i wrote this after New Orleans
Again like what Sammij said, alot of my stuff is very personal.. so this one would be best! When it seems like no one can help you You fear this world you once trusted Family, friends still not found Hold what you love dear, though your heart has suffered Lights fly by in the night sky Hands from the helpless that aren’t waving good bye Children crying naked from their parents Who will keep them from their nightmares? Whispers to god from families un-seen Trapped inside thinking they were safe Crowds making there way through the floods Screams of pain to the objects in the sky Keenmeister |
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Imago said: brownsugar said: no
Come on! As long as you don't describe Anxiety's genitals, I'm cool with it. cool edit [Edited 3/24/06 20:16pm] havent you read enough of them on myspace? well if you havent then get to lookin!!!! for some reason they seem more protected over there 
oh nice music. i'm listening to it right now. | |
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brownsugar said: Imago said: Come on! As long as you don't describe Anxiety's genitals, I'm cool with it. cool edit [Edited 3/24/06 20:16pm] havent you read enough of them on myspace? well if you havent then get to lookin!!!! for some reason they seem more protected over there
oh nice music. i'm listening to it right now. Are you on the mythical sluts blog group? If you post a blog belonging to that group, it alerts the rest of us. That's how we get ample warning that 2the9s blogs. | |
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Imago said: brownsugar said: havent you read enough of them on myspace? well if you havent then get to lookin!!!! for some reason they seem more protected over there
oh nice music. i'm listening to it right now. Are you on the mythical sluts blog group? If you post a blog belonging to that group, it alerts the rest of us. That's how we get ample warning that 2the9s blogs. i am in the group. just haven't been on myspace lately. ill check it out later. | |
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andykeen said: Not a very good poem, but i wrote this after New Orleans
Again like what Sammij said, alot of my stuff is very personal.. so this one would be best! When it seems like no one can help you You fear this world you once trusted Family, friends still not found Hold what you love dear, though your heart has suffered Lights fly by in the night sky Hands from the helpless that aren’t waving good bye Children crying naked from their parents Who will keep them from their nightmares? Whispers to god from families un-seen Trapped inside thinking they were safe Crowds making there way through the floods Screams of pain to the objects in the sky Hey, you're 18 now! That means I can flirt with you FINALLY. andykeen-is-eligable-to-be-my-boo edit [Edited 3/24/06 20:24pm] | |
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Imago said: Hey, you're 18 now! That means I can flirt with you FINALLY. andykeen-is-eligable-to-be-my-boo edit [Edited 3/24/06 20:24pm] Haha Please leave me alone 
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ok, i'll post this for the sake of posting, altho it's been posted before, no one said anything so it was like i never posted it anyway
i think i wrote this when i was about 16 or 17...: "Night Train" it's getting late as i travel thru dark tunnels and lights flicker in the car while homeless drunks mumble and doze i sigh... and think back 2 2nite the way our bodies entwined my skin melted in2 yours - choclate sweet i shiver @ the thought of how u kissed - touched - teased me put me @ ease 4 the rest of the night (shhh...peace) i know this route all 2 well but u... took me 2 a place no train, plane, automobile could ever go u were my one-way ticket 2ecstasy - so 2 speak our journey finished now 4 good, so sad as i jump 2 my feet she a tear as wheels screech and step off The Night Train... i've been reluctant to posting my poetry because i write in a very choppy sense, kinda like whatever's in my mind in that moment is a line in itself... once i posted another poem in the same style and i was encouraged to study the mechanics of poetry...  i unno
i just write...it's not really poetry, it's not really prose... it's just written... disclaimer: i wasn't with anyone at the time...just really writing out a fantasy i had... 
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SammiJ said: ok, i'll post this for the sake of posting, altho it's been posted before, no one said anything so it was like i never posted it anyway
i think i wrote this when i was about 16 or 17...: "Night Train" it's getting late as i travel thru dark tunnels and lights flicker in the car while homeless drunks mumble and doze i sigh... and think back 2 2nite the way our bodies entwined my skin melted in2 yours - choclate sweet i shiver @ the thought of how u kissed - touched - teased me put me @ ease 4 the rest of the night (shhh...peace) i know this route all 2 well but u... took me 2 a place no train, plane, automobile could ever go u were my one-way ticket 2ecstasy - so 2 speak our journey finished now 4 good, so sad as i jump 2 my feet she a tear as wheels screech and step off The Night Train... i've been reluctant to posting my poetry because i write in a very choppy sense, kinda like whatever's in my mind in that moment is a line in itself... once i posted another poem in the same style and i was encouraged to study the mechanics of poetry... i unno
i just write...it's not really poetry, it's not really prose... it's just written... Did you just score some ectacy? You sound elated there. [Edited 3/24/06 20:31pm] | |
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Imago said: SammiJ said: excuse for poetry here
Did you just score some ectacy? You sound elated there. [Edited 3/24/06 20:31pm] im taking it down now  | |
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SammiJ said: Imago said: Did you just score some ectacy? You sound elated there. [Edited 3/24/06 20:31pm] im taking it down now nooooo! I liked yours and my Boo Andy's alot. Don't take it down. This is NOT a competition. My poems all suck for cryin' out loud. | |
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alright alright here's one from myspace from awhile ago. kind of corny so be kind.
You are my everything My sun my rain my life my love My love My love My love I love you although we will never be again Your touch is like water To my parched body Quench me Arms Hands Smile Charm Sweetness Strength Kisses My love My love My love We have made love Even after in my mind Suga, honey, baby, sweetie There is something there that Will never go away. A spot that No one will ever occupy Fill up Obtain Gain Move in Sit in Patrick and tiffany Tiffany and Patrick We will never be again Never again Never again Never again You said and done some things that can't be rewound Undone Erased Mended Neurotic manipulative bullshit I cant stop it But I keep you I keep you cause the thought of you is sweeter Than the thing that is you Patrick you spin me Fuck with me Fuck me Manipulate Head My head Love me My love Then love me again In that spot Suga, honey, baby, sweetie My love My love My love [Edited 3/24/06 20:37pm] | |
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brownsugar said: alright alright here's one from myspace. kind of corny so be kind.
You are my everything My sun my rain my life my love My love My love My love I love you although we will never be again Your touch is like water To my parched body Quench me Arms Hands Smile Charm Sweetness Strength Kisses My love My love My love We have made love Even after in my mind Suga, honey, baby, sweetie There is something there that Will never go away. A spot that No one will ever occupy Fill up Obtain Gain Move in Sit in Patrick and tiffany Tiffany and Patrick We will never be again Never again Never again Never again You said and done some things that can't be rewound Undone Erased Mended Neurotic manipulative bullshit I cant stop it But I keep you I keep you cause the thought of you is sweeter Than the thing that is you Patrick you spin me Fuck with me Fuck me Manipulate Head My head Love me My love Then love me again In that spot Suga, honey, baby, sweetie My love My love My love that was really really pretty  | |
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Imago said: nooooo!
I liked yours and my Boo Andy's alot. Don't take it down. This is NOT a competition. My poems all suck for cryin' out loud. 
I like it too sammij  Keenmeister |
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brownsugar said: alright alright here's one from myspace. kind of corny so be kind.
You are my everything My sun my rain my life my love My love My love My love I love you although we will never be again Your touch is like water To my parched body Quench me Arms Hands Smile Charm Sweetness Strength Kisses My love My love My love We have made love Even after in my mind Suga, honey, baby, sweetie There is something there that Will never go away. A spot that No one will ever occupy Fill up Obtain Gain Move in Sit in Patrick and tiffany Tiffany and Patrick We will never be again Never again Never again Never again You said and done some things that can't be rewound Undone Erased Mended Neurotic manipulative bullshit I cant stop it But I keep you I keep you cause the thought of you is sweeter Than the thing that is you Patrick you spin me Fuck with me Fuck me Manipulate Head My head Love me My love Then love me again In that spot Suga, honey, baby, sweetie My love My love My love 
He's obviously the "one" and this is a testament that the rational doesn't necessarily obscure the primal. Very cerebral. I like it. I now have my hand down my pants. | |
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Imago said: brownsugar said: alright alright here's one from myspace. kind of corny so be kind.
You are my everything My sun my rain my life my love My love My love My love I love you although we will never be again Your touch is like water To my parched body Quench me Arms Hands Smile Charm Sweetness Strength Kisses My love My love My love We have made love Even after in my mind Suga, honey, baby, sweetie There is something there that Will never go away. A spot that No one will ever occupy Fill up Obtain Gain Move in Sit in Patrick and tiffany Tiffany and Patrick We will never be again Never again Never again Never again You said and done some things that can't be rewound Undone Erased Mended Neurotic manipulative bullshit I cant stop it But I keep you I keep you cause the thought of you is sweeter Than the thing that is you Patrick you spin me Fuck with me Fuck me Manipulate Head My head Love me My love Then love me again In that spot Suga, honey, baby, sweetie My love My love My love
He's obviously the "one" and this is a testament that the rational doesn't necessarily obscure the primal. Very cerebral. I like it. I now have my hand down my pants. no he's not. this is old when i thought he was. | |
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brownsugar said: Imago said:
He's obviously the "one" and this is a testament that the rational doesn't necessarily obscure the primal. Very cerebral. I like it. I now have my hand down my pants. no he's not. this is old when i thought he was. Oh , sorry. It just seemed very fragile. Very intense. Like you were just letting it spill from your subconcious thought stream with no need to filter the directness of it. I guess it makes for great theatre even if it no longer applies to your life.
I still have my hand down my pants. | |
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Okay, technically this is offtopic since you asked for our poems, but I read this one in the latest New Yorker and I liked it. Their poetry usually bores the fuck out of me.
Sixtieth Birthday Dinner
If in the men's room of our favorite restaurant while blissfully pissing riserva spumante I punch the wall because I am so old, I promise not to punch too carelessly. Our friend Franco cooks all night and day to transform blood and bones to osso buco. He shouldn't have to clean them off his wall or worry that a customer gone cuckoo has mushed his knuckles like a slugger whose steroid dosage needs a little tweaking. My life with you has been beyond beyond and there's nothing beyond it I'm seeking. I just don't want to leave it, and I am with every silken bite of tiramisu. I wouldn't mind being dead If I could still be with you. -- Michael Ryan That's actually some complex rythym up in there and I love the enjambment that breaks it in half. 
P.S. If this thread was an Elizabethan poet it would suck ass. [Edited 3/24/06 20:42pm] | |
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i found this one..i wrote when i was about 13 or 14..
reaching the gaping whole,a fixture of desolate in the eyes. a wanting desire to escape loud dirty streets. tired of the manifesting in discreet atributtes and if the hunger gets to your limbs,then lies should be easy to convey. with ardos delight a lingering thought arises and then you vex the reality of that! desires are only left to the mind but curiousity of man cannot hold them to the prey intact! and as of matter of fact the journey to happiness is pretty long.. grip on the pavement a fixture of desolate eyes wandering downward awaiting for the train wind's to past. a glee of joy reflects the dirty window as you leave the busy streets of your mind and of your reality. im not sure what it was about..but there you go..sorta tripe no? | |
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2the9s said: Okay, technically this is offtopic since you asked for our poems, but I read this one in the latest New Yorker and I liked it. Their poetry usually bores the fuck out of me.
Sixtieth Birthday Dinner
If in the men's room of our favorite restaurant while blissfully pissing riserva spumante I punch the wall because I am so old, I promise not to punch too carelessly. Our friend Franco cooks all night and day to transform blood and bones to osso buco. He shouldn't have to clean them off his wall or worry that a customer gone cuckoo has mushed his knuckles like a slugger whose steroid dosage needs a little tweaking. My life with you has been beyond beyond and there's nothing beyond it I'm seeking. I just don't want to leave it, and I am with every silken bite of tiramisu. I wouldn't mind being dead If I could still be with you. -- Michael Ryan That's actually some complex rythym up in there and I love the enjambment that breaks it in half.
P.S. If this thread was an Elizabethan poet it would suck ass. [Edited 3/24/06 20:42pm] So much depends on the red wheel barrow, glazed with rainwater, so just shut the fuck up. | |
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Imago said: brownsugar said: no he's not. this is old when i thought he was. Oh , sorry. It just seemed very fragile. Very intense. Like you were just letting it spill from your subconcious thought stream with no need to filter the directness of it. I guess it makes for great theatre even if it no longer applies to your life.
I still have my hand down my pants. but it is, thats how i was feeling at the time. | |
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did anyone get mines? lol.. | |
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weepingwall said: did anyone get mines? lol..
hey weeping 
Nice to meet you! | |
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