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Topic: The Random Blurt Thread
Posted: 02 May 2017 00:25

This place seems to cry in a digital form...have we just found a new method of hurting?

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The rains at fall

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to. There is no rage but the coal burns. I am focused. Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps. You see no blood in the storm. I am...

Added 19 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 20

Take from me this poetry

It is meritocracy It is cumbersome. It demands too much of my blood. I don't care about these words any more, nor does anyone. It grinds out like shards of cheese. I cant. I don't want to. All I do is whine and hurt. Drugs are better. ... Perhaps death has one more poem to be written on my gravestone "Here lay pauper and a poet - he loved being nither."    ...

Added 18 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 21

Bury the falcon

I don't want to ask any more questions. But I must to find piece. Yet  I don't understand. The pain. The rain. Or a baby's laugh. I can not understand how thick the plots can be. It saddens me that songs live brighter lives than poems. The longest day has the brightest night. The Strongest whiskey won't chase the most jagged afterglow. Women and men are broken bow and an ax left in...

Added 08 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 47

The bridge of death

Onward into the splinter of a frozen rain. In my piety I look into thy limp heart. Tonight the black widows of my enemies stalk me. By the hourglass on your skanks. I smell it is you who are terrified. You feel the heat of my furry coming at you. I have marked the year carefully. In this sentence I declare royalty. By pen and by pastry knife I rise against with discipline.  My eyes...

Added 07 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 38

Tending this small light

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  ...

Added 06 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 66

Caged sparrow

Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much.  Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the sunset basil. You hold that soft yellow orb in your smooth hand. Command it sunfire! You are the source of yellow and you are...

Added 05 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 70

Ode to Emily Dickinson

Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring joy. Let joy be written down. Miss Dickinson you must forgive me, When I say and I am sure the trees will agree. They are not...

Added 01 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 115

Sparrows tear

Travel the weather. To where we are built of bricks and clay. Let us speak of lost kingdoms and broken weapons. When did the ghost of time bead on the rim of a shattered Scottish well? Where in the piles of dead is there an ember that spans the seasons of war? Ripples of sparrows dance with no more armor than feathers and grace. Morning comes and I look to the water. What my lady do...

Added 30 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 128

Did my wings hang low

Tarring trees and the tops of flowers. I never ment to plow reap or sow. God save the flowers from my heavy hands. My heart doesn't laugh anymore it is too hard to open bitter lips. Sealed with an urgent yet quiet kiss, they are frozen. I wonder if she passes me by on the street. I wonder if she truly was. Or was she the bitter metaphor of a strungout lovejunkey. Will you never sing...

Added 29 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 127

Let us go to the river Jordan

Let us lay by the river side. Let us fall in the land of Jordan. Let us call it suicide. Let us gather the sparrow's feathers. Let us gather them all. Let us deny that we pray. Let us call the Almighty. Let us weep in the raging river. Let us be swept down to the ocean. Let the sound of hell-fire run at high tide. Let us pray that we are free. Let us bow our knee. For my love...

Added 28 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 119

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