alasdorvq - Hello Poetry

“A man naked is a man clothed,” the soothsayer yielded, “but a woman naked is a woman naked.” It was light out; the sun just barely reaching the tops of the mountains. “And that is beauty,” he continued. It seemed noticeable to Idia but as she looked around at the rest of her peoples the obvious seemed to be in the words of the slayer. She smiled upon the sky, glaring at the blooded sun. However, the sun was not the beauty she found in the sky. “It depends on who’s looking,” responded Idia as she looked at the crescent moon resting above the rising sun.

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC

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“A man naked is a man clothed,” the soothsayer yielded, “but a woman naked is a woman naked.” It was light out; the sun just barely reaching the tops of the mountains. “And that is beauty,” he continued. It seemed noticeable to Idia but as she looked around at the rest of her peoples the obvious seemed to be in the words of the slayer. She smiled upon the sky, glaring at the blooded sun. However, the sun was not the beauty she found in the sky. “It depends on who’s looking,” responded Idia as she looked at the crescent moon resting above the rising sun.

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no. are poets real? no. is poetry religious? yes. is poetry real? no.

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Jul 21, 2016

Jul 21, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC

are poets religious?

no. are poets real? no. is poetry religious? yes. is poetry real? no.

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The couch holds no cushioning Any longer. It’s been tailored for my *** That sinks into it Day in and day out Night after night I conjure up past works I try to throw them together But it doesn’t. It’s got me going again Writing and learning These poetics. I’m gaining a voice …. Unflattering And disorganized Yet, it is mine. I’m done with this schooling It’s time to educate myself. But it’s easier said than done While on a couch cushion Across from a failing flame Next to a torched bowl. It’s been my fourth of July Weekend A weekend of solitude With a touch of These poetics. I think it’s Thursday now, or Wednesday. I’ll be going outside Blinding my eyes From light. Goodbye couch ‘ol buddy ‘ol pal I’m sure it won’t be long.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC

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The couch holds no cushioning Any longer. It’s been tailored for my *** That sinks into it Day in and day out Night after night I conjure up past works I try to throw them together But it doesn’t. It’s got me going again Writing and learning These poetics. I’m gaining a voice …. Unflattering And disorganized Yet, it is mine. I’m done with this schooling It’s time to educate myself. But it’s easier said than done While on a couch cushion Across from a failing flame Next to a torched bowl. It’s been my fourth of July Weekend A weekend of solitude With a touch of These poetics. I think it’s Thursday now, or Wednesday. I’ll be going outside Blinding my eyes From light. Goodbye couch ‘ol buddy ‘ol pal I’m sure it won’t be long.

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It makes me think, the Egyptians were batshit. Not that they were idiots. There's always bits of hay amongst the piles of needles. Only just Thinking. Why did these naked cats arrive in Egypt? They look near human ... in the face, that is. Well, the alley cats. The battle worn society of cats. Spartans. The oppression they hail down upon their unreachable indoor targets. It's all just out of this ... realm.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC

The ***** of the Litter

It makes me think, the Egyptians were batshit. Not that they were idiots. There's always bits of hay amongst the piles of needles. Only just Thinking. Why did these naked cats arrive in Egypt? They look near human ... in the face, that is. Well, the alley cats. The battle worn society of cats. Spartans. The oppression they hail down upon their unreachable indoor targets. It's all just out of this ... realm.

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I’ll slurr my poetikss I’ll ruin my rhymess I’ll even diminish Shakesspeeare to be Achieving what is all thoughtfully mine.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC

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I’ll slurr my poetikss I’ll ruin my rhymess I’ll even diminish Shakesspeeare to be Achieving what is all thoughtfully mine.

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Im lost in thought Forgotten in time Endlessly searching For an idea to arise Thought after thought Remembered in my my mind Forever scribbling Ideas that are all one of a kind. Thoughts put to the test And never allowed in Once making their statements Before falling down… again and again I'm thinking of an answer For a better outcome Always thinking That all these new ideas are dumb. I'll go with the flow When I get in the works Of making a better life For myself through my work. Until then ill remain Looking out a glass window A window ive painted over To think of the idea from an hour ago The only problem is The glass is quite colorful filling me with dread. Painted with colors so compelling That they will never leave my head. Im lost in thought Forgotten as a stint Endlessly searching For an idea to commit

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC

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Im lost in thought Forgotten in time Endlessly searching For an idea to arise Thought after thought Remembered in my my mind Forever scribbling Ideas that are all one of a kind. Thoughts put to the test And never allowed in Once making their statements Before falling down… again and again I'm thinking of an answer For a better outcome Always thinking That all these new ideas are dumb. I'll go with the flow When I get in the works Of making a better life For myself through my work. Until then ill remain Looking out a glass window A window ive painted over To think of the idea from an hour ago The only problem is The glass is quite colorful filling me with dread. Painted with colors so compelling That they will never leave my head. Im lost in thought Forgotten as a stint Endlessly searching For an idea to commit

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Top off my glass & Spark my light so that maybe I can sleep tonight.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC

The Evil Teaches the Art of the Rhetoric

Top off my glass & Spark my light so that maybe I can sleep tonight.

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Caged like the animal I was I grew into the monster I wasn’t. Flashback after flashback reappeared in my psyche. Flashback after flashback I knew I could not take back time. Billowing blood ran down my face As I screamed for my innocence That was far gone and passed away. I remember it now… My finger pulled forward with a ferocious roar And just like an eagle it flew and it soared. My bullet, his bullet, went straight through the core. I sit in my gloomy gray cell and think back on my life. The bright colors of childhood that once painted my mind Have left and gone leaving just one color, The color of hell and the new color of my cell.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC

Inmate 4867, Deceased

Caged like the animal I was I grew into the monster I wasn’t. Flashback after flashback reappeared in my psyche. Flashback after flashback I knew I could not take back time. Billowing blood ran down my face As I screamed for my innocence That was far gone and passed away. I remember it now… My finger pulled forward with a ferocious roar And just like an eagle it flew and it soared. My bullet, his bullet, went straight through the core. I sit in my gloomy gray cell and think back on my life. The bright colors of childhood that once painted my mind Have left and gone leaving just one color, The color of hell and the new color of my cell.

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Thinking of fear and lust Grinding away until I’m dust I believe in a greater good If only everyone else could. Thinking of our fears Mixed with our lust I remember to rewind my gears Before my life crumbles to **** Believing in a greater good Call it a higher knowledge The world breathes beneath our feet While the clouds still evaporate.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC

Thinking

Thinking of fear and lust Grinding away until I’m dust I believe in a greater good If only everyone else could. Thinking of our fears Mixed with our lust I remember to rewind my gears Before my life crumbles to **** Believing in a greater good Call it a higher knowledge The world breathes beneath our feet While the clouds still evaporate.

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Sitting in a lonely apartment I found myself smitten with fear. For I was just an empty dreamer. With nothing but the vast world left unclear. With my mind drifting, a vision was sent. Promising me never to meander again. So surreal I can only dream to understand Just how I found her. I’ll always be her dreamer, for that I’m hell bent. Just give me the command And I’ll never fear again. For you’ll walk with me, just us hand in hand.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC

Calypso

Sitting in a lonely apartment I found myself smitten with fear. For I was just an empty dreamer. With nothing but the vast world left unclear. With my mind drifting, a vision was sent. Promising me never to meander again. So surreal I can only dream to understand Just how I found her. I’ll always be her dreamer, for that I’m hell bent. Just give me the command And I’ll never fear again. For you’ll walk with me, just us hand in hand.

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