By M on Monday June 8th, 2009
Industry eludes me My thoughts run astray Nothing much can soothe me As I dream of you today I write without a purpose My mind can see no face I write from memories of love That left the empty space Brokenness is mended But nothing seems alright My sorrow's all but ended But it seems I've lost...
By Arick Wang on Monday June 8th, 2009
i want to be a cat secretly stowed away in jack kerouac’s sack savoring the seasons spent on that open road simply surviving thriving reviving my subdued soul seeing the stars scattered in the sky observing the strange strangers scattered in the road (on the road, a secret spy) what a simple...
By MC Anonymous on Sunday June 7th, 2009
I give you all a boy could give you, Take my tears and that's not nearly all, Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease, I love you though you hurt me so, Now I'm going to pack my things and go, ... Damn that tainted love, Its that tainted love, that I keep comin' back to, My heart...
By Anonymous on Saturday June 6th, 2009
Pause for a second, but spare me a minute, for I have a pursuit to share, its quite infinite. I desire to know what will happen to me when I go, or shall I say, die, submit my soul to on-high. Life is finite, this is a fact I cannot deny, so as I yearn for death, the last frontier, I can't help but...
By TheMan on Saturday June 6th, 2009
If you wake up feeling more tired then when you went to sleep, this ones for you: disclaimer: this is the part where you stop reading and start thinking, good luck and remember that google is a spell checker and dictionary above all. just browsing the internet you can find numerous metaphors for...
By jap(oet)anese on Saturday June 6th, 2009
I. trains choochoo-ing through all these sounds go all night long rushing (crushing...) life... II. conversational pseudointellectual ineffectual III. i feel surrounded almost suffocated by the utter bullshit, fickle insincerity, and "higher education" IV. condescending glance. simplicity is its...
By Anonymous on Friday June 5th, 2009
Welcome to friday, time for another poem. Why oh why do I do it you say? Half for the practice and half for the play. There isn't much else I'd do and not get any pay. Alas, I lie! There is much worth doing for free, Including the wonderful feeling of taking a pee, Oh he he he, how delightful life...
By Coffee Guy on Friday June 5th, 2009
It's not for the sake of staying awake but rather to gather some time to make a little rhyme and who knows, while writing this prose mayhaps some boredom can be ignored... ummmm... --That Coffee Guy in the Corner
By Anonymous on Thursday June 4th, 2009
Once upon a time, there was a great schism, over a silly website called the tarantism, there were articles of all types and sizes, yet none were to be seen for dear hungry eyeses, With chaos abound and no articles to be found, the poets took to misspelling and cheap tricks, for they knew there were...
By theWord on Thursday June 4th, 2009
There are often junctions that we feel with our hands and then our minds. Pipes that cross and bend, abrasive to the skin, but flowing through them is the sky. We feel the flow with our hands but we cannot hold the fluid, it is elusive, it drips out. but we lunge to hold. Do we ride our own...