My Ex-Boyfriend is Dead

[Vesnic]

My ex-boyfriend is dead
They found him somewhere in the woods
where he always went to commune with nature
far away from the judgments of people

On that famous hike I thought I might die
because it was getting dark and it was cold
and I didn't trust him, no I never trusted him
Strange whistles between his teeth
Always drumming with his fists
And his eyes, those wet watercolor eyes
Never here, never there
I didn't say anything
but ran, ran out of the woods
He never made it
My ex-boyfriend is dead

"You ruined my life"
I did?
How could I? I barely remember you!
I threw out your pictures last week
With old school assignments, other trash
I didn't think twice about it
Suddenly I thought of you
Too late
I never wanted to save you
I had to save myself

Ruined your life? Really?
But you were so repulsive
You were the first
The first to really frighten me
You're dead
But how is it possible?
When you held me in your arms?
Begged me not to go?
Told me all the things I didn't want to hear
I thought you would kill me

It was October
A rainy October full of leaves
With hiking poles and soaked-through shoes
The police were on watch
No one trusted you
No one stayed with you
But your life was never ruined
Until now

[donteatpoop]

Very nicely done. Great read, I hesitated to open this thread, though. I thought I was going to read a sob story. This was a nice bit of verse.

[Locke]

Your poem inspired this response; it started out in the same theme but diverged:


Who are you, I wonder
To judge a life like mine?
You with your bloodshot eyes and mascara-dark
Fingertips as black as the rain

We stood on the senate steps once, you and I
On a clear day, just to listen
To the politicians squabble
They filled that hallowed edifice
That ancient crypt with their briefcases and rumpled suits
And their voices echoed on the columns
Clattered on the pavement like discordant
Piano notes through the double doors

You were sipping a cosmopolitan
Your head full of stars and red-carpet dreams;
We watched in silence the incinerators they used
Burning out like dying red suns, hemorrhaging rust like acid
Filling the streets with ash, that they might
Someday dispose of all the paperwork

But you've always been happy here, so
Start threading your needles
Weaving your golden strands of conversation
High in the air on the promenade
Bend them to your will
With a puppetmaster's conceit
With the leveraged skill at the tip of each razor-edged chrome-polished fingernail
The thrill and fevered passion of slash-and-parry cutthroat repartee

I'll walk my own path
Treading in your shadow, hoping
Searching amid decaying monoliths of steel and ego
Drowning, I think, in the sorrow of this world
In the black rain that pours from heaven to taint
The soul of this city, and the rust that bleeds and burns
Spreads and corrodes in silence

Keep your illusions
Close and guarded; keep them safe
The world is different, after all, from on high
Behind the curtain, the glimmer-shields and hired security
Everything is hospital-sterile and shiny scalded steam-cleaned perfect
A foul wind blows from the east
There are monsters in the shadows;
The black flood is rising in the streets
But you stir your cocktail idly
With one long fingernail the color of rust and blood
In excess, in ecstasy, in languor you keep your lovers
Waiting in the next room, because you always knew
How to walk on water

I hate this place
This dying city of indulgence and decay
These resurfaced roads, the grumbling heart-attack bulldozers
That scrape away at sullen red ground and raw bedrock
In my dreams I am the road
The blades stroke, grind, rake my skin away
Like your dripping red fingernails
The cherry fever glow of the incinerators and the white-hot incision
Of each acid needle in my mind's eye bursting
Cauterizing, ruining, blinding
The dry, raw wind whispers over each exposed nerve until they pour
The burning asphalt like clinging toxic asphyxiation
And my screams join the helpless and dying in tenement halls
My mind the blood that oozes from the eyes, the hands of the paintings
In every room on every wall in the city

The world is black; the sky is red
My skin burns; it itches and aches
It comes away in black flakes
At the searing brush of every contact
I see moving shapes cavorting
Playing in the fire and the night at the edges of my failing vision
And you, I know, are among them
I cannot take this buzzing madness any longer
The noose is tightening, so I must bid you adieu
I'm leaving for a place where creation is easier than destruction
Where I might at last forget the fever of passion and aspire
To better and greater things in these halls of cool marble
But I'll be waiting in the wings when the floodwaters
Rise to quench the earth's sorrow, and I'll look for you

I'll be watching when divinity removes your blindfold and shackles
When they tear back the veil and expose your world
To the cleansing light of the sun

[Vesnic]

Colorful stuff there, Locke. That poem was black and red and sharp all over.

I'd like to commit this thread to spontaneous verse, suicidal musings, generalized monkey business, and of course, to the late great maniac who inspired it all.

[End Master]

Life is great!

Embrace its beauty and all it has to offer.

Cute kittens and friendly puppies.

Smell the lovely flowers during your exciting travels.

Seek the lush forests that hold the happy animals which dwell within.

Look up at the cloud and behold their fluffiness.

The rainbows and their beautiful colors.

How they mirror the many colors of the people on this wonderful planet.

People who you can make friends and share with.

People who you can grow to love.

Such is the incredible variety of life!

While life is great by yourself.

It’s even better when you find that special someone to love

For you can now share your body, mind and soul with them

Cherish your time together

And be excellent to each other.

And one day you will be blessed by a little miracle that will love you as well.

Such is the complete awe-inspiring way of life!

Remember to always think positive.

And discard your negativity.

Only you can do it.

Because you’re the best you, you can possibly be.

Fulfill your hopes.

Because if you try hard enough

And want it bad enough

Dreams really do come true!

Breathe in deeply and cherish the very essence of life!

You’ll be glad you did.

Life...

It’s fantastic!

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/happy/028.gif

[Vesnic]

Done hanged himself from a tree.

Just a-swingin' in the breeze

All bugeyed and bluelimbed

Till they cut him down

Two weeks later

[Leblanc4prez]

A very special poem... By shippo

My bucket is empty, The sand is now red
Funny red liquid, seeping from a man's head.
Eyes gone all funny, no longer clear
funny, white liquid, comes from his ear.
I asked this man, what the problem was
he didn't answer, he didn't budge.
I like my new friend, he fills me with glee
He can be your friend too, I named him McGee.

[thoric]

A wall of shields, glinting spears aloft;
On the flanks, steel riders- majestic, resolute;
Golden standard at the fore;
The standard of Torvanin;
King, their King

A sea of expressions - the warriors' faces
Fear, anticipation, even excitement - the young feel;
But the veteran knows the horror that is war;
And yet he too is not spared;
The fear, the anticipation, subdued but never gone

Facing them, another wall of shields and blades;
Prepared, the men are, to bloody the land;
The land they tilled and nurtured mere months ago;
The enemy nears, the command is given;
And thus the struggle begins

Rent is the air with the clang of blades;
The sickening crunch of metal against flesh;
The despairing cries of men;
Prey to the blade of the enemy;
The ground aflood with blood and bone

'Tis but a bloody tug-of-war now;
Human walls pushing and shoving;
hacking and stabbing;
In the name of Torvanin;
King, their King

The visors are down, the lance levelled;
And the riders charge like rolling thunder;
The peasants break like brittle glass;
Trampled to the ground by steel hooves;
The Riders of Torvanin - mighty are they

And the battle draws to an end;
Victorious, are they again;
Another land to chant his name;
Torvanin the conqueror;
King, their King

[thoric]

A Time Machine of Tar

I walk over that concrete pavement
Hustle and bustle all around
Busy men, they pas me by
Not a glance to spare
Honking horns and roaring engines
Interspersed with shouts and laughs
The world around me is alive, a buzz
A cacophony I can stand not

All the roads merge into one
Around that trinity of lights
The road I seek lies ahead
A black stretch of tar in between
A narrow dusty path
No horns, no engines, nor shouts and laughs
Silent the path is, but not really so
The silence of nature

I walk along the dusty track
Tranquil nature all around
Little shacks flank the path
green fields stretching to horizon beyond
An old lady, she stares at me
Her eyes, they seem to speak
Pity not, O little lad, poor
I may be, but unhappy I am not, have seldom been

Ive seen the world pass me by
A whirlwind of ecstacy and grief
I regret not, being poor
I am merely glad to have lived
I have as much as I need,
Food, water and roof
And that to me, is as rich as can be
For relative are rich and poor, don't you agree?

I pass the old lady by,
pondering those unspoken words
The air grows smoky, the stoves are lit
And thick is the air with aroma
Of the simple food of the peasantry
As mouth watering, as any delicacy
A creaking wooden cart nears me
A family going out to the city's marvels see

Such a wonderful place this path
A world of it's own
Green fields and humble shacks
A happier place I have never seen
Primitive, and as such delightful
Almost as going back in time
I see the stretch of road and think
Like a time machine of tar...

[Vesnic]

The second one especially is so evocative...I can really feel the rich atmosphere where you're walking. Keep up the good verse!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Wow. Thanks for highlighting just how much I really suck at writing guys. Great stuff.

[Vesnic]

Holy simulpostin'! We were, like, on the same wavelength, ChubChub! Even when you suck, you're good.

A HAPPY HOSPITAL GOOD MORNING SONG

It's that time again!
What time? you ask

Time to go to the
HOS-PEE-TALLL!!

WOO HOO HOO
HO HO BAAAAG

Why Mr. Blonde
OSTEOPATH
You could be a
SOCIOPATH

But I wouldn't care
No I wouldn't care!

Cuz you touch me
WRONG
and you touch me
STRONG
and you touch me
ALL DAY LONG

Goin' to the hospital
TODAY
Hoot hoot hooters!
Hey hey hey!!

(Brilliant, man, brilliant, I gotta get this one down on the ole' staff paper soon's I get back yo.)

[ChubbyTeletubby]

LUCKY!

Sterilize my morbid mind

[Leblanc4prez]

Psy: Ever wonder what the resume for God would look like? In this day and
age, everyone's having to look for a job. This is an idea of what
God's resume would look like if he were to apply at a computer firm.

RESUME FOR GOD

God, creator and sustainer of all life, has an eternity of experience
in every aspect of everything, including systems design and
integration and local area networking.

SPECIFIC EXPERIENCE AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS

God was solely responsible for the development of every standard,
protocol, method, language and type of microprocessor in existence.
God has absolute and complete knowledge of every detail of anything
even remotely connected to computers and data processing, as well as
everything else. God practices structured programming, and uses "go
tos" only in reference to Hell. God has extensive supervisory and
leadership experience, and has led teams of over one billion persons
in such major projects as the establishment of civilization and the
development of organized religion.

OTHER EXPERIENCE

God's experience extends from beyond the beginning of time. During
this period God separated the light from the darkness, created the
earth, planets and stars, established the firmament and the waters of
the oceans, and created all the green plants and living things. Later,
God created human life, which many consider to be one of God's most
significant accomplishments.

TECHNICAL BACKGROUND

God is thoroughly familiar with every type of computer, every
operating system, every programming language, every communications
system, and every application that has been or will be developed,
including Microsoft Windows.

EDUCATION

God holds an honorary Doctorate in Comparative Religions from Oral
Roberts University, as well as current teaching certificates for IBM's
Programmer Productivity seminars.

SALARY REQUIREMENTS

Seeking 10 - 15% increase.

[wolfen44]

Darkness howls in the morning light

Dancing spirits take flight

Worlds of mystery fade

Life becomes a shade

Time becomes a blurre

Life cannot seem to endure

What the morning will bring

People will sing

Happiness rings out

There is no doubt

The world is unseen

[xnull]

He sat there knowing at a young age that he was special.
There were over 6 billion people on earth as he was special.
How was he special?
Being smart made him special.
He knew he was a genius and that made him special.

At a young age his relatives told him he looks smart in glasses.
He pretended to hate it but secretly smiled.
He was smarter than anyone else.

In grade school he was smarter than everyone else.
He knew because he memorized some big words and used them often.
He got good grades - that helped his reputation.
"You're smart..." people would start their sentences with and then copy his homework.

He memorized more things and repeated them often.
He'd gone to college now and knew the things he should memorize.
Secret sessions helped him ramble off Shakespeare.

Wow how he would impress those around him with quote from famous people!
He could drop more names than Nadya Suleman could children.
Marx!
Hegel!
Aristotle!
He could repeat what they said exactly!
And it made him smart.
And it made him special.

In his old age he got pissed at the youth who wouldn't listen to the people he could quote.
They would learn soon enough that being old made you smarter.
What childish, witless creatures.
There were no smart children.
They should listen to him and appreciate how special he was.
He was smart.

His intelligence could not keep him from death.
In his will he wrote some Emerson he had memorized and forgotten but memorized again.

[wolfen44]

Thats really good

[Locke]

I was thinking about this thread recently; there are others like this around IS, but I'm glad you necromanced it. Heh, I really like the last line, Xnull. Here's one I'm still working on.


The Girl Who Became A Butterfly


I saw you in the sunfield,
A star-struck girl with the world on your shoulders.
You careless, loveless thing, sundress streaked with pollen,
Tell me what, in the wide world, is so wonderful
So lovely and unimportant, you bear it proudly
Stubbornly, like an old grudge?

Leavings of light, tiny lumens stain, they
Strain your wings, your means of being
Lovely in a field of sun-dust, so you must

Trust, confide in me, my inspired lover;
Believe in wit, the will and wisdom of a poet’s song that sings of silence,
Sighs of crass and harsh defiance, bitter grievances in countries far away,
Knows the truth, the radiant, lyrical truth and must confess it.

What light and airy madness led you laughing to a field of sun?
Such a bright and empty world you found burning, full of love,
A thousand voices in your head, though the only one you want to hear
Bare whisper, is your own

Sun-drenched and luminous contradiction, you stun me
The flashing brilliance of your wings,
Your beautiful wings, the impossible notion of your flight!
Turn this way, turn this way so we are face to face, for it is so
Easy to become lost in the light of a sunfield, to become
Attached to a place, rooted, as I am,
Though it suits me and I rather like it here.

I am blossoming in this soil, you see; I am a flower
In this field, and my petals are open.
Eye to eye, touch the dark and burning
Heart of me and drink; glut wanton
Thirst with nectar’s eager quench
And I will glow like all the others, and you will have my voice.

[wolfen44]

The Man With No Name


Hollow sounds in the night

People hunt the wolves with no despite

A man walks from the trees

Hollow eyes he sees

As the clouds make way for the moons light

The man changes with the dark and bright

The hollow eyes fear what comes out next

It’s the werewolf destroying the hex

Harrowing howls fill the night

Silver stars fill the heights

The hollow eyes fade with the dark

And the man walks into the woods with the morning lark

Never again to be seen

Untill the time come for him to be freed

[wolfen44]

A Bard’s Tale From Demensia

By Anselm Snow

The tale that I shall tell
Has been spoken about from heaven to hell
It is of a boy from a clan with the ring
That was said he shall be king
Although the king would not allow
And tossed the child to the prisons of Callow
He waits for the day for the Knights of far
Come looking for the new king of Knar
The day that he wait close or far away
But he waits without dismay
For the heavens know for who he is to be
And the heavens know what they shall see
Knights of the world fighting their way back
Standing against the evil that will attack
They fight for the king that should have been
Ten-thousand men of this there is no sin
They fought bravely over yonder hills
To free the king of all that ills
But with this the king had one thing to say
This life of mine has been to a splay
For I cant be king with a darkened heart
I would fall to evil just to start
But bring me a boy of the peasant life
His life must be free of hatful strife
He shall be king of the vastly poor
Breathe life into the hills of moor
That is the king that you must find
One of simple heart and simple mind
But find him quick for war is coming
The great woodland monsters are running
It is and evil that has been seen before
And much for us they have in store
But with a king that is from light
We can stand up fight
And for our new king this night

[Ryan_DuBois]

Obviously I'm not very good at this, but I just made a short one up... for shits and giggles.

So the sun shined
On some palm trees
Hung a hammock
In the cool breeze

In the wet sand
There is a flat land
Shapes and scribbles
From a young hand

And dead whitefish
Bewildered suckerfish
Amber rock caves
To the left, down beneath the waves

Fell asleep there
Dreamed a ship came
Climbed on board and
Got a new name

Spit some sun seeds
In the blue sea
Kept a lookout
And saw nothing

Got bored
And then jumped in
Grabbed hold
Of a dolphin

Rode till
Both lungs filled
With saltwater
And my thoughts spilled

Explosive color
On a blackboard
Could've died then
But could not afford

To be forever
So far away from land
Woke up
Put some dead fish in the fry pan

Fire cooked
And ate away
And chewed sun seeds
A sack a day

[wolfen44]

Thats actually really good I liked it
Here's another one of mine this one I made when I was quite a lot younger.

The Night

By Anselm Snow
I awoke with a beast breathing down my neck
All I could think of was what the heck
As it leaped on the bed
I shrieked and saw red
I lunged for the shiniest thing
Which turned out to be my solid silver ring
I flung it with all my might
And it flew just right
It landed in its yap
And closed with a snap
It wailed in pain
As blood gushed from the great vein
It fell on its back
I did the same with a smack
My body was in pain
As my ultimate power came
A child of the night
A child of Luna’s might
I am the monster
I am the beast
I am the werewolf here to feast

[Ryan_DuBois]

Thanks, Wolf.

:D

I've enjoyed reading yours, as well. I dig the rhymes.

[wolfen44]

Ok this peom is a kind of free write it take two people to read because both parts have to be read at the same time in scynch, also i know its show but it was the concept that I was working on.

Between Man and Beast

Anselm Snow

Man

I am of man
I live caged
I dream fantasies
My heart is pure
My eyes are narrow
My soul is blackened
I am one
I am dying

We are all

Beast
I am of beast
I live free
I am fantasy
My heart is tainted
My eyes shall harrow
My soul is alight
I am many
I am alive

We are all

[Ryan_DuBois]

Looks pretty good... but didn't you know?

All poems have to rhyme.

[wolfen44]

All poems have to rhyme.

Its a type of free write it doesn't need to rhyme both man and beast are to be spoken in sync. And if you don't believe me take it up with the english teacher that graded it and told me to write it.

Heres a little twist on the man from Peru

There once was a man from Badae
Who sung a song every day
He woke up one morning
And was shot with out warning
So now he will never sing again:p

[Usoki]

Its a type of free write it doesn't need to rhyme both man and beast are to be spoken in sync. And if you don't believe me take it up with the english teacher that graded it and told me to write it.

I'm so glad you understand sarcasm, or you'd be looking pretty fucking stupid right about now.

[End Master]

Wolfen's been wanting more people to participate in the forums, but since I doubt that's going to happen anytime soon here's an incredible simulation.


Of course all poetry should rhyme or else it's just the gibbering of a monkey trying to desperately grasp the concept of the English language! Why the very thought of such idiocy makes my great belly wobble with laughter! Suckacop!

Why I myself have written iambic pentameter verses that equal the great William Shakespeare! I've impressed many southeast Asian ladyboys on Craig's List with my 180 IQ and mastery of language skills! Fwpaya!


All of you need to watch out. Anonymous has created a virus that infects your computer when you type out anything now. I'm currently waging a war against them and 4chan by whining on various forums. If you care about stopping terrorism you can join me at Habbo Hotel where we can discuss our plan of action.


Why the hell are we even talking about this stupid shit? I posted a superior poem and none of you pay any attention to it because you're too intimidated by an intelligent woman. Wolfen, you're a noob so you should just shut the fuck up period and get out of my thread until you prove that you're even worth talking to in the first place like contributing something of substance.


Here's a poem for you guys. Please give me feedback on it.

I look upon you with love not lust.
It's because you understand me and trust.
I'm so glad you're my mate.
Even though you're only eight.
Society says it's wrong but it's not
I just wish I could program you like a robot.


Y'know what? All of you fuckers are retards. You don't know shit about the real world. I've seen it all man and I know I don't know nothing. Dumbasses. Fuck the US. Fuck China. Fuck the world.

EDIT: God, was I drunk. Sorry about that, forget about what I posted.

I love you all and these nipples, so tender and true.

[Ryan_DuBois]

Wow. That was an incredible simulation.

Anyways, Wolfen, I was joking. I do prefer poetry that rhymes, if you want to know, but I'm aware that there are "other" forms. Don't take anything I say seriously.

Seriously.

... And I'll pass on asking your English teacher.

:)

[Usoki]

End... that was seriously the best thing ever. You have just won the internet.

[wolfen44]

Eh I'm not that good at noticing sarcsm when I see it so I'm not surprised I didn't see it but hey guy's thanks for the insults I actually get a good laugh out of them even if there turned towards me. Also that was a good simulation go figure that some of the people that I know denied me the help when I asked for it (damn assholes) all well. [To be truthful I just want to get some more people in here so maybe you guys could have a little fun with them when they mess up, just like you guys do with me] OH and by the way I'm the one that you'll never be able to drive away Hahhahahaahahah:cool: Peace

[Ryan_DuBois]

Wofen, my man. The only people who have even semi-insulted you are DEP and Usoki. Every one else is completely fine with you, as far as I can tell.

I'm not sure I follow you on the whole "denying you help" thing -- are you referring to actual "real people", or us?

[Usoki]

Missing out on sarcasm is the biggest and easiest way to make yourself a forum laughingstock. This forum is filled with sarcastic bastards. And Katie.

[apotheosis]

This message is hidden because wolfen44 is on your ignore list.

I believe the term is, "nuff said"

[wolfen44]

Yea Ryan I meant real people out side the forum that are good friends but they can be dicks when I ask for help from them
Also so apoth Im on your Ignore list huh sweet
And Usoki I just miss it every once and a while like when I missed ryan's
So as apoth says

"nuff said":cool:


[Edit]Hmmm they remind me of some of the people on the forum...Do I...Know you guys from some where.......For this you guys get a cookie
:D
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