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Andrew Wenson Nov 2014
Just 'cause I eat don't mean I waste
Didn't they pick the brain best for me
'fore I came out into the big sterile box?

Anyone speaking anything:
Look at, glare, scowl
Sniff palms before dance party
a little talc, not scary no more
Personality a *****, shoes too big
won't buy new, no new new no!
I'm faking it for a ticket to ride
source my quotes and I pretend
to tolerate your music blog monologue

Come on with me to manifest dreams!
space behind the couch where kief is free!
Couple decades to spare and the **** stacks high
Playing the bucket like a drum
Fair-trade hand-made local organic counterfeit bills
No Mama, I don' wanna punch card.
Dad, I ain't payin' rent 'er union dues
Tax man's comin' eat the root strike it too!

If I was a hippie don'tcha think I'd giggle?
I'm a good choreographer but this costume's threadbare
All the chakras in the world can't melt cold bars
The Black Iron Prison is bigger than God.
I become small, let me be the breath......
The baby's first laugh.
Darling,
It was your eyes

The ones that decorated
Everything you wore

Kohl-lined
Coal coloured

Blue
Green

Vivid

Beautiful

It was your eyes all along

I wish I'd ripped them off my walls
**Wish I could
Homunculus Oct 2014
Gazing into the abyss 
Of life's immutable Absurdity; 
He feels that emptiness, 
Which taunts all humankind, 
As it immerses, he is smiling 
With a sweet, sickly repose, as 
He is certain of uncertainty. 
He sees the people all around him,
Pining for a sense of purpose, he's 
Freed from their hope, and its duress,
From all their visions of success, 
The kind which taunt so many men, 
Through sleepless nights, as they obsess. 
Now he's laughing to himself, and 
Thinking "who must we impress?" 
"...and for that matter, why?"
It's this pretension he detests,
"Why this needless apprehension,
Living life at the behest, of 
Foolish men, with feeble minds, 
Who vainly strive to be 'the best', and
Only to awaken, a few decades down the line,
To find that life was insubstantial, 
In those years they left behind?"
"I can only search for meaning,
It can't be prescribed to me, and
Perhaps there isn't one, but then
Why does there need to be?"
The corners of his mouth curl upward, as
Dead leaves fall from a tree, and 
Are scattered to the wind, 
"Ah, such is my mortality."
Em Cooney Sep 2014
I know this dream
is fantasy
I know this shceme
cannot be

I feel as if
this dream of mine
another jiff
another time

This futile wish
is too absurd
could not flourish
will not be heard

I know that it
is hopelessness
I now admit
its foolishness

But I will not
abandon it
and though I ought
I cannot quit

I dream of bliss
in our romance
perhaps there is
a little chance
RRD Sep 2014
The denouement of an odd farce,
Chose an odd hour to intrude.
Distressed voices, aghast and irate,
Sought reason and closure, but to no avail.
For they were subdued by a greater silence,
That seemed to say -
“Death is the epilogue,
That lends a semblance of meaning-
To life, the absurd drama.
Shun not but hail the inevitable,
And grieve not but envy them,
Whose toils are now but things of past.
Now, water your brains, **** your hearts!
Amuse yourself as you please and merrily rot!"
The enlightened crowd silently dispersed,
And decayed happily ever after!
Alexandria Hope Aug 2014
You made “you and I” not exist
And that’s kinda cool in an aesthetic sense
But when I ****** dry your essence
I could taste only me in your skin

You took the chord and chewed it
Tore it with your incisor and spit it in my teeth
Children of the gourd
Children of the gourd
We swim in eels’ flesh
We mix with organs gutted and bleached
From fish in a factory

My fingernail split the cuticle and fell
Curling into your ear
That all you hear of me is mine on a chalkboard
And in a dream my bones rotted
Dancing against your form and encasing you to me
That my touch is nothing but raw and unwanted
I popped your cornea into the pocket of my cheek
Stole your vision for only that of me
That such a vision is now irritating and blinding

Lover lost I blew you away like dust to the wind
Every light popped and sizzled to show mercy
Then I whispered “to the pain” and cupped a vial of our blood
You made “you and I” not exist
But you drank deep until you drained me
And I could taste only me in your skin.
Elizabeth Kelly Jul 2014
I had a dream today about a piano. There were people there, and they stood over me as I tried to play, but the keys were all seamed and crumbling through my fumbling fingers.

You'll figure it out, they said, in this perfectly round place where piano keys are divided by metal barriers and the music doesn't carry and the strangers just stand and stare at you as you curse your muse. I was finally pushed aside, for the love of god make room for someone else to try.  

We lined up against the wall, then, a reasonless jump in that swirling universe of dream logic. It was wooden, the wall, I remember because the color reminded me of the deep hooded metal stove in the old cedar house where I learned that a scraped knee isn't as much an ouch as a trophy. We stood there along the wall for a time that was neither day nor night, and no one spoke.

And then I awoke.
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
A soft thud from the sky
It was only rain falling on the ground and it formed a desperate puddle
There are sounds being done on purpose
How ghastly have you tossed and turned
I was sitting next to my friend in his home and then I heard such a frightful noise outside
Sirens and these sirens kept going on forever
An emergency test that echoed like torture

Is it the government or the holy?
Should I keep staring up so high and wait until they shine the light
I met a man in a sharp suit across the street and was gone before he told me
Trust no one
He ran and ran and man did I ran
Maybe a devil is in the brain
Strange sounds began to occur in the world
Everyone stopped on their toes

Loud noises in the streets
Loud noises in your sleep
Loud noises in the thoughts
Loud noises from the war
Loud noises from the children in the neighborhood
Loud noises of guns, battles and fights
Dhaye Margaux Jun 2014
Loving him is like an odd thing
What would this absurdity soon bring?
She loves and cares for someone hiding
He's like a phantom in the dark singing...
She and He
Àŧùl May 2014
In the world there is so much hatred,
And so much of bitterness in world,
Plus at least as much as violence,
Blue shades keep accumulating,
I find no space for happiness,
There's just hatred for love,
People fail to get it at all,
They mass against love,
Find it abnormal and,
Floxinoxinihilipilification.
The title in a simpler word means 'absurdness'
My HP Poem #623
©Atul Kaushal

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