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SomeOneElse Oct 2018
I'm Someone, no one
Somebody and nobody
I am SomeOneElse
How i feel or describe myself
r Nov 2018
Woody   Poems  

22s
Ergo wherever I go: HP Nazis
19m
You've got to be ******* me? This is now "Under Review".
2h
Ergo the thumb

I truly believe that Eliot
is working on his Ph.D
in Psychology, and we at HP
many fine poets and good peeps
along with a handful of miscreants
(Probably Trumpian Nazis if you ask me)
are simply a part of a hypothesis he
(That being Eliot, the aspiring Psychologist)
is testing to see how good and bad humans
interact in societal mediums (so sad)
though seems such an obvious outcome
does he (Eliot, I mean) really need
that silly down-turned ******* thumb
to become a man of lettered degree?
Seriously, seems kind of dumb, me thinks.


*This was in the notes:

Please, you fine scholars sitting on his dissertation committee, just give him his letters, or not, and tell him to move on with the silly thumb thingy. It's become such a bore, like those attention ****** who like to employee it.
Grow a sense of humor and get rid of the freakin' down-thumb, HP Police.
Woody
Written by
Woody  In the dark woods.
            
18        Jean Fisher and r

r Mission accomplished for now. Go ahead and put both of us in the woodshed.

r interesting how quickly you made those -7 to - 9 hearts disappear on Smell of lonesome.

r  While you’re at it, HP POLICE, take a look at all of the negative thumbs on my poem The smell of lonesome. When are you going to do something about this kind of harassment? It’s not me I give a **** about. Other poets can’t even comment without getting thumbed-down. That creates censorship out of fear of even commenting on someoneelse’s poem. Do something about that and I’ll take your “under review” ******* serious.

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r

r  You go, Woody. Time for HP Nazis to pay attention to the harassment and those doing the harassing rather than censorship of poets pointing out the flaw in the **** thumbs-down *******.

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Soham Naik Apr 2015
There is nothing.
Its the only thing that i see..
I have conceived emptiness..
In trying to be someoneelse..

The busiest road in oneself..
is the path of thoughts.
because that’s where people often get lost.
So i’ve  tried to visit it less.


There is that chaos.
Which can’t be heard..
But i feel it inside my head.
N now i perceive it like a nerd..

The fear of not being cared.
haunts me day and night..
The only moment i meet myself..
is when i am outside..!!

Now this shell asks for rawness.
As it has seen much fakeness..
The heart aches out a song..
when it sees nothingness..!!
Dev Jun 2018
You said
"I cannot love you
unless I learn to love myself"
well that old tidbits useless
when you're loving
someone else.
rook to queen and knight
8
ate off of eight
and two popes speaking
and jazz in the background
and pizza and fanta
and the vanity of vanities
of Solomon
these marble tombs
that wriggle with worms
of skeletons
this myopia seen
O the Great Worm of Time
and in the static
stone the smiling moon
that we see objects not moving
yet great evil pervasive
sometimes invasive
this Grot Knot...
i invite demons to dance with me
i summon demo ns
and torture them for the word
of god...
does that mean i sometimes drink
to excess
and eat like a serpent?
yes... i do... i like to snooze after eating
i own two cats and they are
dictated by other, rules...
my currency of being avoidable:
meditating
to think i might feel immoral about an afternoon:
not a day:
an afternoon and i'm on holiday from my wife
and i just laughed at her
i just laughed at her
because she forgot who she is with
and i think her female "friends"
are trying to remind her
and there have been too many
invasive
the world is
to
there's-being
in my res extensa mode
not full on spastic mr fantastic
heidegger's autism type typo Germanic thinking
like there is Germanic thinking about
thinking in cages and there's the German
and i can't associate the plural:
because i think of the language
before i think of the people
an d in so doing:
i can actually think of any language:
before i think of the people
and i can see Senegal and only French:
French black *******...
hmm...
just saying...
i am... meditating
in my trance there is war and a trance
to go with it...
a transcendence parody...

this parody of the age
as if body dictates the youth of the mind
beyond comparison the fakery
of old age when prowessing the avid mind
you tell me this is not second observational point
acting
if popes can summon actors
is this not white magic
this is white magic
when popes summon actors
to tell them their story when
still living
i call this pristine white magic
and there has been plenty of black magic
i believe the Nazis were summoned
by Black Magic
and the Globalists are summoned by White Magic...
it's harmless unicorn *****
type of magic
when a man interacts AI woman: with...
in a trance i think it's day
my state better suited for the exploits of
the night
i think i am not a painter
because i'm too lazy
id rather be a poet-philosopher than
a post-poet painter
and that's because i want to be happily married
and give my wife headaches...
i want to head-ache: my wife...
i want to head ache my wife...
which is not blou
or blow
a technician and plumber more
a wife a headache
i want to head ache my wife
until i numb her ego to womb and i wriggle in
and she becomes a pilot of a robot
of which i am foetus and alien
impregnate at least her res extensa
i can be the con res cogitans in someoneelse's
res extensa as
the res incognito: pre tense AZ...
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
i have been repenting all day
thinking i was a waste of coordination
and sunsets...
i stressed that plural: because for me
at least one more to "comb"///

oh common frigid fridge and ubs=
substance of fidgit... i wonder about my sanity
in these trenches of high human economy of
feelings:
feelings are spending threats
thoughts are spending inhibitions...
feels are spending threats
while thoughts are spending inhibitions:
the basic 1st Tenet of Economics...
the 1st Barrier Basic(s)...

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