Daily Poetry

00:18 / 13.03.02

I fell down a rabbit hole today.
I knew you wouldn't believe me
but I did.
I fell down a rabbit hole and got lost.
I spoke to flowers and cats
I was chased by playing cards
I had tea with a madman,
but you don't believe me.
There were queens and duchesses
there were talking hares and mock turtles
a Caucus-Race and a Lobster-Quadrille,
but you won't believe me.
You'd rather believe in a world
where men kill each other
over differing opinions on the same
god.
You'd rather believe in a place
where parents hurt or kill
their children.
You'd rather believe that there is
no hope, nothing better than
the despair you see.
But I fell down a rabbit hole today.

20:38 / 14.03.02

wondering if it'll ever be done
aimlessly pondering the hours away
insane with so much time
trembling with anticipation
ignorant of what I could be doing
nothing on my mind but the wait
gotta go now, waiting's over

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

20:43 / 16.03.02

Can you tell me the source
why do I feel so nervous
this roiling stomach
butterflies and acid
swimming head and
dizzy vision
for no reason other than to annoy me
I'm sure
but then, if I were
I wouldn't be nervous.

09:05 / 17.03.02

Solent rises to my eyes,
Its to late to change my mind,
What a life,
Heartache, pain and lonely skies,
Where was the beauty, the kingdom, I thought was mine?
Washed away with bitter lies,
On the seabed is where I will lies,
Who will drink the tears I cry?
The easy way seems so divine,
The lights they flicker then they die.

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

09:05 / 17.03.02

I cant deny, life is fine
Its filled with joy
Flow the side
Witchcraft, aliens and all beside,
Wanderers gaze, only to decide,
The odds add up, collide
Singing in the night,
Go outside,
It’s all in the rear-view mirror,
Send in a killer,
The script demands it,
The hated desire it,
We all rejoice when the canines slit a gill in your new desire,
Defuse; refuse the slags who hate,
Destroy, destroy the only way.
I see the world in cold decay,
Or in a new vision of great delay,
Stop it here its not to late

01:04 / 20.03.02

66
I am mixed
85
unsure, alive?
23
are you me?
0

20:08 / 21.03.02

forget everything else
only this matters
only this can satisfy
don't get in my way.

18:59 / 22.03.02

(actually a lyric for a song I wrote)

I wake up in the morning
And your body's bathed in light
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful sight

It's like my breath leaves my body
And my soul just floats away
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful day

But the way you hold your hand out
And that certain look on your face
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful place

Your arms are warm and gentle
And you look at me all the while
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful smile

It all rolls out before me
Like a tapestry unfurled
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful world

The fact is you're amazing
And your life it shines so bright
I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful sight
No I never thought that I would see
Such a beautiful sight.

20:31 / 22.03.02

If I handed you this
tattered, knotted rope
and asked you to hold it
for the rest of your life
could you?
Could you do this simple thing
for me?
I will ask you to do this
because I trust you
and it is fragile.
Be careful with it please
it is the last one of it's kind.
I know you'll wonder
what it is, what possible use
could there be for such a thing?
But you'll have to trust me
and just hold onto it.
Maybe, some day, you'll realize
what you have and smile.

00:09 / 26.03.02

I am not a poet
Don't accuse me of such a thing
I string these words together
And try to give them meaning
I squeeze as much as I can
From a random thought or phrase
Some times it takes me minutes
And more than likely days
But to saddle me with "poet"
I'm not sure I like that name
'Cause I talk and talk and say nothing
And usually lay blame
A great mind has an idea
And wants to communicate it
Free verse or a rhyming couplet
Someone'll always hate it
But words are one of the only tools
We have to say our piece
To think that only poets weave words
Is just beyond belief
Everyone should take such care
With what they have to say
Endeavour to give extra thought
To each and every day
And if someone calls you "poet"
Just smile and turn to go
The examined life is the one worth living
It's not just for the poets, you know?

muse

02:42 / 26.03.02

From a bluff

the world is a basket
roads scattered like
rain uprooted worms
dotted by ruddy brick
houses and enormous wheels
of hay in fields.

Two roads intersect at
a forty year old gas station
where a much older man
wearing thick dust and overalls
keeps the porch
from wandering off
and waits for the mail.

11:18 / 27.03.02

Man, muse, I could see that perfectly. Really good.

Zoom.

14:54 / 28.03.02

all alone
at the bottom of a well
with a little stuffed toy
and a pocket full of hell
and the knowledge that it's me
who's the only one to blame
for the way it's all turned out
for the way i played the game
rising water to my chin
not sure where it's coming from
but i don't move to stop it
it's kind of something that i want
but my body barks betrayal
and it floats me to the top
to start anew and cleansed with water
when all i wanted was to stop.

13:34 / 03.04.02

There's a little black spot
at the center of my soul
And if it gets any bigger
it'll try to take control
And I don't know what to do
about the black spot in my soul
Maybe I'll just hide
In a big black hole.

19:24 / 04.04.02

As an aside, I'm starting to feel very lonely here. Where are all my poetic fellows?

like a peach pit
thrust into the ground
and expected to grow

19:35 / 04.04.02

heart raven,
your soul is entrenched in the muck of ages
the limit of your mind-trap is infinity
the golden arms of nebulas
my bitter heart breaks once more
will you never see the world as I do?
a world of hate and despair
a world of lies and fools
a world of petty cool
the fantasy children, the shards of glass
the signals of forever
my heart explodes sorrow and euphoria

20:57 / 04.04.02

Zoom : the degree to which your poetry is simple-minded, trite, and flat-out horrible is quite simply mind-blowing. I'm not even sure where to start - you've posted sooooooo many terrible poems in this thread in so many different styles of crap poetry that it's difficult to isolate where to begin criticizing you.

I do believe that your "rabbit hole" poem could be your nadir, though. Particularly this bit:

You'd rather believe in a world
where men kill each other
over differing opinions on the same
god.
You'd rather believe in a place
where parents hurt or kill
their children.

Seriously, are you a small child? Do you have any shame whatsoever?

bitchiekittie

13:55 / 05.04.02

perhaps you should come up with some constructive criticism...or examples of what you would consider stellar works. just randomly tearing into someone suggests a lack of creation on your own part.

…..makes me wonder if “billy corgan” isnt actually another regular poster whos too much of a coward to confront someone he doesnt care for in a productive manner, within the context of an actual discussion. and doesnt want to sully his or her regular suit name with these subjective insults

and really, someone named "billy corgan" referring to someone elses prose as trite? billy corgan, irony is thy middle name!

14:05 / 05.04.02

He did say people could mock if they wanted...

Still, don't mind Billy. Despite all the rage, he's still just a rat in a cage.

14:40 / 05.04.02

Wow.
Billy, I think perhaps you'd meant to put that in the Poetrial thread, located here: http://www.barbelith.com/underground/topic.php?id=5508

I'd thank you for the criticism, but your little rant didn't really amount to much of anything. I'd be interested to see some of your own stuff, or some that you consider worthwhile, but put it in another thread. This one is for poetry.

(Opens self up for further criticism with that one.)

Zoom.

15:26 / 05.04.02

sharp glass broken spiral
blood red skull
the cyborgs dream of better tomorrows
knife-sharp heresy
my rage is engulfing me
beauty is antiquity
I am alone
in my sorrow-gown
a final kiss to you
glass tears and shattered dreams
I bid you all
farewell

18:00 / 05.04.02

Someday I will see you
in a blinding perfect light
when all presumptions
will be burned away.
I will see you for the first time
in a blinding perfect world
and my assumptions
will be wrong.
We will see what happens
in that blinding perfect moment
to our connections
will they wither, will they stay?
How will you see me
for that blinding perfect instant
and my intentions
what will you make of them?

20:48 / 05.04.02

I can see your soul shine so brite
I kiss you so deeply and passionately tonite
the clouds of disinterest have long since hovered past
and now I am aloft in the dreams of nevermore
our soul-glow is eternally perpetual
our parting is never eventual
the buzz-hug love
the shove-skull crush
opposite of black and white
the forgiveness tree smiles upon us

13:51 / 06.04.02

when I see your face
the facade of lonely dreams falls away
a shard of spirit-glass
the fakers look on, heartshaken
my heart can take no more
I shall live forever broken

spirit-glass! I hear you
beckoning me in demon tongues
glow kids reckon in the lily field
my one and only love of loves
shielded from our mind-bleed
the sand castle crumbles

the reaping of the love harvest
the death of assumptions
living in a world of tragic sorrow
grappling with our demon-bears
you must look into the eyes
of that which you most despise
virginity both noble and profane
stand beside the forever-clock

19:26 / 06.04.02

uncontrollable
like a soaring muse with wings of chrome
I lift like an eagle
or like I think an eagle would
the sun is so warm
and the day is so bright.

21:32 / 07.04.02

our small mountain of words
threw itself into the bay
we don't know if we'll stay
we don't know what to say

we are somewhat concerned
and we wonder
what will grow in its place?

00:21 / 08.04.02

the tender touch of fear
the sunlight bath of today
feel the sunbeams caress
my hairless body
lathered in her
love juices
joy fluids
the taste of
flavored meats
the starshine descends
the love-glow
lights
our
way
to
ecstacy

We're The Great Old Ones Now

15:16 / 08.04.02

I think you are all lovely people and lovely poets, and why can't we all....just.....get.....along.....?

15:42 / 08.04.02

Okay, that's about enough. Please let's keep this thread for poetry, rather than crit of dubious merit.

Matthew Fluxington

16:08 / 08.04.02

Um, those are NOT Pumpkins lyrics.

I think Billy is treating us to some brand new original compositions...

16:12 / 08.04.02

Ooops. Well, in that case I extend to them, naturally, the unconsidered appreciation regarded as standard practise in such situations.

deja_vroom

16:31 / 08.04.02

By Billy Corgan:my heart can take no more
I shall live forever broken

This is not *that* mature either, Corgan. Actually, it's horrid.

16:39 / 08.04.02

STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! STOP FIGHTING! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Hey, check me out. I'm like, Mister Peacemaker.

Oh, Mr. Peacemaker,
Make me some peace,
With your big peace toolkit.

Make it reliable and sustainable,
So the children of the world
Can live as one

Thank you. We're here all week. Enjoy the veal.