My Ex-Boyfriend is Dead

[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.



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

[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.