marlena Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Ooops!!! Changed my mind. Link to post Share on other sites
marlena Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Now that my days are almost done the things I coveted when I was young now as inaccessible as my youth unfulfulled desires prevent my ageing gracefully Some, I recall, others nudge a memory or two the treehouse that I never owned the bike that I just never rode in school I'd feel sublime so sure I'd be a poet or a scholar of some kind always with my head in clouds and feet an inch or two above the ground now I drag my feet in worn-out slippers of defeat I prowl the premises at night stumbling on the ghosts of a memory or two of things that never came to pass a crib death of a kind one never speaks about Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 ear turns, eye follows where blossoms once invited coat check girl alone Link to post Share on other sites
Touche Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 ear turns, eye follows where blossoms once invited coat check girl alone Whaaa? Brain confused Poem makes zero sense Do you speak English? You're still ok in my book But still...what the fook? Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Whaaa? Brain confused Poem makes zero sense Do you speak English? You're still ok in my book But still...what the fook? Writer of Haiku who talk like fortune cookie sound more authentic. You will soon receive sage advice. Fortune cookie is not Japanese. Link to post Share on other sites
Touche Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Writer of Haiku Who talk like fortune cookie Sound more authentic. Ha! I ting so tu Haiku so wong, stin ki Pu Lei Ying Lo Nao, yu? Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Ha! I ting so tu Haiku so wong, stin ki Pu Lei Ying Lo Nao, yu? :lmao: :lmao: Link to post Share on other sites
Touche Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 :lmao: :lmao: Haiku emo Ti Kon :laugh::laugh: :lmao::lmao::lmao: :):) Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Haiku emo Ti Kon :laugh::laugh: :lmao::lmao::lmao: :):) In Japanese art the aesthetic requires a twist at the end like this: :):) :cool::cool::cool: :eek::rolleyes: Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Also, do not spell "aesthetic" wrong it makes one pretentiously stupid. Link to post Share on other sites
Touche Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Also, do not spell "aesthetic" wrong it makes one pretentiously stupid. Too many vowels At the end But what do I know? Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Too many vowels At the end But what do I know? Ha. Pretentiously dumb. That is a new Pink Floyd song. Link to post Share on other sites
Touche Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 Ha. Pretentiously dumb. That is a new Pink Floyd song. What was that? A partial Haiku? I love Pink Floyd! Hot tub time! Woo Hooo! Link to post Share on other sites
Storyrider Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 What was that? A partial Haiku? I love Pink Floyd! Hot tub time! Woo Hooo! No, now I am just speaking in reflex Haiku. That happens sometimes. Pretentiously dumb. That is a new Pink Floyd Song. Turn on the black light. Link to post Share on other sites
xpaperxcutx Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 I think this shall be my last time to spew out my enmity hate towards you You with your silly little ideals how despicable voices hardly irritates as much as yours You're nearly faceless I'm beaming you're almost forgotten. Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 here in a new room acid clouds and old worries sour lemons peel paint Link to post Share on other sites
Meaplus3 Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 Bored out of my mind trying to kill time Kids now in bed No more aching head Nothing on TV Poor ME. Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 I found a lost string held north and south together dust under my feet Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 strong hands and soft eyes mold me into what you want my clay is your art Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 a flash of lightning water splashing in the pool scream of the night heron Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 and after the death of myself i gathered the courage to return with my veil no longer effective astounding who comes about all is welcome Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 those sounds of footsteps heard in the dusty distance are they of survivors? or is it something worse... i don't like the night not in times like these Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 walking through fall leaves no footprints in tree dust raised fragrance earth musk Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 blond hair liquid bronze eye lashes like gold flashes irresistible Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 I've had bright flashes intuition gleaned from gold inner mine deep cold Link to post Share on other sites
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