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A star is plucked from the sky:
Black hole,
as a child sings to the moon,
The space is filled
And dazzles the night.
Drifting in and out of consciousness,
The lotus nectar spills.
A world of hallucination
And free sex.
A pussy cat licks her parts
On a bed of feathered down.
Vast, the Universe;
Inconceivable.
Entwined in carnal enterprise,
Love does not exist.
Coming down,
Reality breaks the rising sun.
The mind reels out of touch.
Looking up, we live in an orb,
Spinning, spinning in space
Along with my eyes.
Sweet intoxication.
Do you hear its music?
Black hole,
as a child sings to the moon,
The space is filled
And dazzles the night.
Drifting in and out of consciousness,
The lotus nectar spills.
A world of hallucination
And free sex.
A pussy cat licks her parts
On a bed of feathered down.
Vast, the Universe;
Inconceivable.
Entwined in carnal enterprise,
Love does not exist.
Coming down,
Reality breaks the rising sun.
The mind reels out of touch.
Looking up, we live in an orb,
Spinning, spinning in space
Along with my eyes.
Sweet intoxication.
Do you hear its music?
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Date: 2009-03-17 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-17 12:15 am (UTC)~Mab
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Date: 2009-03-17 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-17 01:15 am (UTC)I'm working on a fic right now and this drabble of a poem came from my doodlings. Thanks for reading.
~Mab
i hope this is ok fo rme to do.
Date: 2009-03-17 02:08 am (UTC)you can see me coming from a mile away.
the birds begin to sing
the grass dances in the wind
everything dead becomes living again
you can see me comnig from a mile away
i plant seeds of hatred for myself
i replace the books on your shelf
i replace heaven with hell
~
i've turned cold, i am getting old, for happieness i mourn,
dont let me unfold, don't let my story be told, before God i've
sworn.
i hate my heart, it feels only love,
so i'll do as i please, to unleash this dove,
cry if i may, cry if i might
mourn dears of hate before me, your pain, my delight
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i hope this is ok. i took about 15 minutes to type this up. i'm just
trying to show you how much i liked your poem, by giving you a
unique one of mine :)
i figure it's a good sign of how much i liked reading yours :D
-Nick
Re: i hope this is ok fo rme to do.
Date: 2009-03-17 02:15 am (UTC)~Mab
Re: i hope this is ok fo rme to do.
Date: 2009-03-17 04:11 am (UTC)trying to spit out a poem like that for so long,
about how my joy lives from others pain for so
long.
but i get lost and stuck inbetween things like
what is sociallbly acceptable and socially wrong.
what is good, and what is flat out evil.
etc.
for example, is it right to even feel joy when someone is executed by capital punishment for being
responsible for the deaths of others, or have we gotten so stuck up as a society, that we can't
even understand that some things DO need to be
punished, even if in a manner of cruelty, by
all people willing to condemn?!
sorry if thats ranty... i hope you understand though.. just, you struck a chord with me, because
that trully is something i WANT to write, i just
cant *yet*
-Nick
Re: i hope this is ok fo rme to do.
Date: 2009-03-17 04:28 am (UTC)I hope this link works, if not then cut and paste. I have a poem similar to what you are looking for.
It seems like you have several ideas that you'd like to explore with your poetry. You ought to try doing some writing exercises, like word association and basic scrawls about what issues bug you. That will give you plenty of content to create from. I wish you luck. Feel free to email me at qumabh@gmail.com if you want to talk poetry.
~Mab
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Date: 2009-03-17 02:52 am (UTC)On a bed of feathered down." I especially love this.
A very vivid poem with beautiful imagery
It's simple, in it's complexity (if that makes sense)
I really like this
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Date: 2009-03-17 02:53 am (UTC)A very vivid poem with beautiful imagery
It's simple, in it's complexity (if that makes sense)
I really like this
(sorry I forgot to login the first time)
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Date: 2009-03-17 05:05 am (UTC)~Mab
Bitter Stellar
Date: 2009-03-17 05:45 am (UTC)only when gravity overtakes
the original fire, the one that sparked us all.
Take a man and a handful of sand
and there you have life,
a temporary thrust,
then a slow, wearing away
as we compete to ignite
another generation
of death's patients
waiting to be cured of knowledge and thought.
Hopefully, there's more to this world than meets the eye.
so you find sweetness in the stellar?
just let me know how many licks it takes
to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop
or how many jagermeisters lead to heaven
and we may find chocolate chips
before the cookie crumbles.
Re: Bitter Stellar
Date: 2009-03-17 04:45 pm (UTC)of death's patients
waiting to be cured of knowledge and thought."
That and the final stanza... Sweetness in the stellar and all of the sickly sweet things you relate to it. "how many jagermeisters lead to heaven"
What a cool line.
Thanks for sharing your work with me.:D
~Mab
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Date: 2009-03-17 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-17 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-18 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-18 06:39 am (UTC)~Mab