poetry thread

[Geist]

since there isn't anywhere else to post it heres where I'm posting it

There is the buzz of the bee,
The voice of the collective,
The one thought ruling them all,
Am I the jig saw piece that doesn’t fit?
Alone in my despair,
As it consumes my essence,
Consumed my being & senses,
Conflicting inside me,
Conspiring against my weaknesses,
To give an outcome unknown,
Time will tell,
So much pain to bare alone,
But alone I am,
To the end of my days and beyond.

[dauer]

That's good. I noticed you used a lot of t's and c's to begin words. Was that intentional on some level? I like the way your despair continues to torture you beyond your death. I'm not saying that in a sadistic way, but stylistically. Did you believe in hell when you wrote that? This is one of my own continuing on your theme of despair from a couple years ago, although my poem is more specific:


10th Grade Hospital Stay Date Unknown After Assaulting My School Counselor

Locked in a
Padded room, crying
Clutching at the lack of anything but
Selfdom. Falling
Through the empty glaring buzz
Of the halogen tubes
More confused than satisfied
Sore from acting on my pride
Throat like fire from screaming death
Hearing every single breath
Eyes an ache of tears and trauma
Mind awake a static fury
Past is clear and future blurry
Ego quiets snuffed by fear
And sleep overcomes.

[Vajradhara]

Poetry, anyone?


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[Vajradhara]

Cold Mountain is a house
Without beams or walls.
The six doors left and right are open
The hall is blue sky.
The rooms all vacant and vague
The east wall beats on the west wall
At the center nothing.
Borrowers don't bother me
In the cold I build a little fire
When I'm hungry I boil up some greens.
I've got no use for the kulak
With his big barn and pasture --
He just sets up a prison for himself.
Once in he can't get out.
Think it over --
You know it might happen to you.



(a kulak is a minor landed noble)

[ISFP]

nice, Vajra. i loved the imagery- kept imagining mountains and sky and steppe.

anna, anna and kentcky basketball
the waitress who plays ball with her son after work
takes off those shoes and stockings
shoots hoops with her boy as it gets dark

[Geist]

Originally Posted by dauer

That's good. I noticed you used a lot of t's and c's to begin words. Was that intentional on some level? I like the way your despair continues to torture you beyond your death. I'm not saying that in a sadistic way, but stylistically. Did you believe in hell when you wrote that?

I've never believed in Hevan or Hell. I liked your poem

Originally Posted by dauer

Clutching at the lack of anything but
Selfdom. Falling

I like this line the best it reminds me of a while back when I had no hope. It reminds me of how I felt.

This is just a randome verse I did a while back;most of my poetry is like this.

Memories cascade down my mind,
Like the tears down my cheeks,
I lie here thinking of you,
unmoving, unchanging,
Time seems boundless and free,
So much unlike me.