THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: Catz on March 28, 2007, 02:26:22 AM
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Post your poems here! :)
Here's one inspired from a song I heard. Tell me what you think.
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I will be there seeking for liminality
No destinations to see, I wander
In quiet places so dark as eternity
I’m crying, calling your name
I’m searching for you
I will be there seeking for liminality
Ever deepening shadows, I falter
From caustic wording so break the serenity
I’m rushing, reaching in vain
I’m searching for you
I will be there seeking for liminality
Lost in between the thresholds, I somber
Dreams in syntax of romance and divinity
I’m longing, losing to bane
I’m searching for you
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It's very emo, I know :-*
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there once was a site named the 'bore
run by the dirtiest whore
he'd suck dick for a fee
if he could find yer IP
a jew through and through to the core!
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wait, why would you "seek for liminality" -- why would one look to be on a border or threshold? seems a little too much awkward transience in the ol' metaphor. don't get stuck on words
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hmm, I suppose I could substitute a better "- ity" word that makes more sense. I took the word from the song I heard, but you're right, it really doesn't make sense to search for liminality.
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I just found this:
It creeps upon you quietly,
Slowly sucking you in.
You don't notice it consume you,
Silently enveloping you.
Suddenly you realize,
But it's far too late.
Now you're under its power,
Unable to do your own will.
Defenselessly you watch,
While it overpowers you.
Powerless you do its bidding,
Becoming a mindless drone.
Unable to think for yourself,
It slowly captures your mind.
Soon it has complete control,
You are a pupil of its bidding.
It becomes your lifeblood,
It is your staple for existence.
You can try to break away,
But it holds a tight grip.
It becomes your one desire,
Your only reason for living.
It holds control over your mind,
Constantly gaining more power.
Tetris.
Ecro wrote that when we were in like 10th grade, so like 5 years ago or so. I didn't ask if I can post it but you know.
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Beans, beans, the magical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel
So let's have beans at every meal.
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A quick glance down to see
Shattered pieces that were me
I think to myself
That was my heart
I stare blankly at my bloody art
Choking on my suffering
Numbing tears roll down my face
I slowly bleed
I pass through the memories
Sifting through the misery
Trying to find the happiness
I reach back to my sanity
They broke me down
Here i lay
The world has turned away from me
I've given up
I'm going to die
Underneath my blackened sky
I miss poetry, I think I'll go back to my artistic roots
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There once was a girl who was corny
Then she would get really horny
She would cheat on your man and then write a poem
Come back later and say she's sorry.
:D
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You need to work on the last two lines, they don't really have any rhyme or reason.
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You need to work on the last two lines, they don't really have any rhyme or reason.
There once was a girl who was corny
Then she would get really horny
She would cheat on your man and then write a poem
Come back later and say she was sorry.
She thought she could fool us all
I like to buy shoes at the mall
How is that? I know it isn't dark and dramatic, but at least it isn't fake :)
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death to he who sings the song
of purity
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k guys, don't start faggin up the forum again. :-\ I wrote this regarding adulthood and getting stuck in a rut.
The Good Lie:
My life is rapidly decreased
Down to stagnation
A fate worse than death
Caught in the lies
With my fellow man
9 to 5 do I slave out
My mind shuts down
I’ve done this before
I’ve seen this before
Not déjà vu
It’s something more horrid
More…real
Reality is my monster
It seeks to destroy me
With subtlety it devours
Everything I once sought
It gives me everything
It gives me nothing
I feel my body give way
To it’s sweet song
Rest with me for a while
It will all soon be gone
Deteriorate
Eliminate
Don’t Contemplate
These lies.
Die die die die
Die die die die
I’m not dead yet
Die die die die
Die die die die
I’m not dead yet
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death to he who sings the song
of purity
By the way, you have an extra a in your custom title. It's Pathetic.
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ahhhh, Catz regain thy thread! :punch