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Bezombia
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Postby Bezombia » Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:23 am

Poem #28

"When the Lights Turn Off"

Wake up, I call
It's a new day, I say
They turned the lights on, I try to believe
We can go out and play, I try to conceive

Standing up, I stretch my arms
Throw a blanket over my heart
Sit down, relax for a while
Sipping root beer with a fake smile

But when the lights turn off
And I go back to sleeping awake
When the fun and games turn off
And the fear pierces my heart like a stake

Reach for the lightswitch, try to get back
To where I was before the heart attack
But any fool knows you don't need to see
To understand why life stings like a bee

There must be some mistake, I lie
I never wanted to live this way
I never asked for the sea of dreams
To turn into a title wave
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Postby Bezombia » Fri Nov 07, 2014 5:09 pm

Poem #29

"Breathing Heart"

The lights turn low
My mind turns on
The windows close
Can't wait for dawn

My breathing heart
Claws out for more
I try to start
Can't open the door

My fleeting heart
Still tries to care
But like a dart
Emotions fly through the air

My seething heart
Is cracked and dry
Soon ripped apart
Will never fly

My cheating heart
Can't close its eyes
A mental fart
To softly sigh

My bleeding heart
's Out in the rain
But we can start
To see again
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Anollasia » Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:30 pm

Bezombia wrote:Poem #29

"Breathing Heart"

The lights turn low
My mind turns on
The windows close
Can't wait for dawn

My breathing heart
Claws out for more
I try to start
Can't open the door

My fleeting heart
Still tries to care
But like a dart
Emotions fly through the air

My seething heart
Is cracked and dry
Soon ripped apart
Will never fly

My cheating heart
Can't close its eyes
A mental fart
To softly sigh

My bleeding heart
's Out in the rain
But we can start
To see again


That's bothering me more than it should.

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Postby Bezombia » Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:32 pm

Anollasia wrote:
Bezombia wrote:Poem #29

"Breathing Heart"

The lights turn low
My mind turns on
The windows close
Can't wait for dawn

My breathing heart
Claws out for more
I try to start
Can't open the door

My fleeting heart
Still tries to care
But like a dart
Emotions fly through the air

My seething heart
Is cracked and dry
Soon ripped apart
Will never fly

My cheating heart
Can't close its eyes
A mental fart
To softly sigh

My bleeding heart
's Out in the rain
But we can start
To see again


That's bothering me more than it should.


Sorry. Tried to rhyme "heart" with "start" without compromising the actual sentence "my bleeding heart's out in the rain" or abandoning the meter by throwing in an "is".
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Anollasia » Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:40 pm

Bezombia wrote:
Anollasia wrote:
That's bothering me more than it should.


Sorry. Tried to rhyme "heart" with "start" without compromising the actual sentence "my bleeding heart's out in the rain" or abandoning the meter by throwing in an "is".


Wow, you're very technical about this. :blink:

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Postby Bezombia » Tue Nov 11, 2014 2:37 pm

Poem #30

"Masks"

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.. / -. . ...- . .-. / ... .- .. -.. / .. / .-- .- ... / .-. . .- -.. -.-- / - --- / .-- .- -.- . / ..- .--. .-.-.-

When I was young
Running around any time I pleased
They took me by hand
Claimed they knew things I didn't want to see

"It's cold and lonely
"When you bare your naked flesh
So take this mask
And you'll start out a step above the rest."

I bought the lie
I took the mask from their hands
Wore it with pride
Never thought to take a step back


.-- .... . -. / .. / .-.. --- --- -.- / .. -. / - .... . / -- .. .-. .-. --- .-. --..-- / .. / ... . . / - .... .. -. --. ... / --- -. / -- -.-- / ..-. .- -.-. . / - .... .- - / -. --- -... --- -.. -.-- / . .-.. ... . / -.. --- . ... .-.-.-

Five years later
I rarely notice the elastic band anymore
They approach again
I greet them with their own plastic smile

"You're doing fine
But it's more difficult here on out
Take this mask
It'll protect you from the cold outside."

I took the mask
Believed in what I was being told
Never thought much
About why I started to look so old


- .... . .-. . .----. ... / .-.. .. -. . ... / .- .-. --- ..- -. -.. / -- -.-- / . -.-- . ... .-.-.- / .. .----. -- / -. --- - / ... ..- .-. . / .-- .... -.-- .-.-.- / -. --- -... --- -.. -.-- / ... .--. . .- -.- ... / - --- / -- . / .- -. -.-- -- --- .-. . --..-- / -... ..- - / . ...- . .-. -.-- -... --- -.. -.-- / - .- .-.. -.- ... .-.-.-

Five years gone
My face is heavy with mass-produced cheer
My skin is cold
I begin to doubt what I have been told

"Don't speak that way
Do you want to bare your naked flesh?
What's wrong with you?
Do you need to be sent back to the nest?"

My fears are real
But my peers are fake as the sun
I think inside
That I cannot wait for another time


.. / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / .. -. / -- -.-- / .... . .- .-. - / - .... .- - / - .... . .-. . / .- .-. . / --- - .... . .-. ... / .-.. .. -.- . / -- . .-.-.- / - .... .- - / ... -.-. .- .-. . ... / -- . / -- --- .-. . / - .... .- -. / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. .-.-.-

Ten years later
I reach around my neckline and I feel
A plastic rim
The signs of life led unreal

They still speak
But I am no longer capable of listening
They still hear
But I am no longer capable of speaking

I grab my neck
Try to peel away my purchased feelings
I'm feeling sick
But I still don't want to be right


-- -.-- / -... .. --. --. . ... - / .-. . --. .-. . - / .. ... / - .... .- - / .. / ..-. .. --. ..- .-. . -.. / --- ..- - / .-- .... .- - / .-- .- ... / .... .- .--. .--. . -. .. -. --. / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / .. / -.. .. . -.. .-.-.-

I pull it off
It stings like a million years of nuclear radiation
I try to scream
But my mouth now lays empty upon the floor

They try to grab
Try to impose upon me their rules
But I'm awake
And I can't go back to a world with masks

I'm empty now
But I'd rather be empty than fake
I'm blind and deaf
But at least I don't show up in mirrors


- .... . .-. . / .-- .- ... / -. --- / .-. . .- ... --- -. / - --- / -.- .. .-.. .-.. / .... .. -- .-.-.- / .. -. / ..-. .- -.-. - --..-- / .... . / -.. .. -.. -. .----. - / . ...- . -. / -.. .. . / .-- .... . -. / .... . / -.. .. . -.. .-.-.-

It's clear to me
That this was how it had to be
I'm sinking low
But at least I got the chance to know

They speak my name
But I don't answer to it anymore
They're at the door
I don't care if they take me away

They label me
But they can never destroy me
"A life wasted"
Is a life spent becoming alive


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Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Bezombia » Sat Nov 15, 2014 3:28 pm

Poem #31

"Into the Shattered Sky"

I stood alone
In a pitch dark room
There was no sun
No stars, no moon

My mind was broken
Into pieces
My heart devoured
By a million leeches

And in my eyes
I thought I saw
A great mirage
Or maybe a door

I'm looking up
My arms are heavy
My voice is weak
My mind is sedentary

I want to rise
Into the shattered sky
I want to fly
Don't care if I die

I want to run
Straight into the sun
I want to drive
Out of this mind

I raise my hand
And try to signal away
But there is no peace
This day

I try to fly
But I'm going anywhere
Up above in the shattered sky
I desperately gasp for air
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Bezombia » Tue Nov 18, 2014 7:06 pm

Poem #32

"Typhoon?"

"Are you feeling okay?
You seem a little sickly.
You've got a...weird expression on your face.
Is anything wrong?
"


Deep beneath the cracked eggshell
That keeps my mind at bay
Unwritten horrors of which I'll never tell
Try to scrape towards the light of day

You send a message, I don't receive
You seem to speak but you sound like bees
I stare at you oddly and politely smile
Hoping to put it off for a while


"You seem so strange today.
Is there anything you need?
You can tell me. I'm here to help.
"


Beneath the ice cold skin I wear
Something stirs and starts to boil
But talk out loud I wouldn't dare
For all words bring is fights and toil

Beneath the iron gates in my eyes
A typhoon is swirling, Hell starts to rise
A bottle filled with pain and fear
But on the outside you'll never hear

The anger capped like a cheap balloon
I'll be lucky if I make it to noon
A rusty spike holding up my head
Ensures I'm emotionally dead

Behind my eyes I scream for more
And yet I stand behind locked doors
For madness brings a madful end
When old wounds time cannot mend

I hear your words
I beg for mine...


"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, of course."
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Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Acharastan » Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:01 pm

Wow this stuff is great. I can imagine Pink Floyd singing these.
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Postby Bezombia » Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:55 am

Acharastan wrote:Wow this stuff is great. I can imagine Pink Floyd singing these.


Thanks!
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Bezombia » Sat Nov 22, 2014 10:01 am

Poem #33

"The Prerequisite Unrequited"


One hand extends
And one hand falters
Silently tries to make her hear
But his words fall on deaf ears

An unspoken longing
Keeps him up in the night
Couldn't dream of talking
But won't give up the sight

Enjoying the view from across the room
Hides an aching emotional gloom
For long nights spent in beautiful fantasy
Oh what I would give to let her see
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Bezombia » Wed Nov 26, 2014 1:33 pm

Poem #34

"Remember"


Remember when you and I were young?
How we used to laugh the time away
Not thinking about the lost moments
Just trying to make our way through the day

Remember when you and I used to talk?
About what I can't remember nowadays
The future and the past were irrelevant
When your mind and mine met eye to eye

Remember when
The days were long
Remember all
That's long gone

For empty eyes
Can hopeful see
Remember you?
Remember me?

Remember how they used to say
That there'd never be a day
Where you and I could walk free
Oh how I wish they could see

Remember how things used to be
Why everything seemed to me
So small and useless, worthless!
But now I could care less

I remember now
I'm wishful now
But I'm falling down

Do you remember now?
Can you hear me, now?
Have you ever fallen down?

Remember me?
Remember you?
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Vecima » Fri Nov 28, 2014 7:20 pm

*tag

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Postby Bezombia » Fri Nov 28, 2014 7:21 pm

Vecima wrote:*tag

you're it
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Bezombia » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:27 pm

This one is long overdue:

Poem #35

"Life Could Be Simple"


A sea of hope rises over the land
Clear water and steam replaces bright sand
The people clamor and yell out in glee
'Life could be simple when you're riding on the sea.'

But decades later the water falls away
The earth returns and the sand is clear as day
The people accept their new earthen fate
'Life could be simple if you never have to wait.'

One man resides in self-constructed tomb
No light reaches in, just dust and gloom
He sees himself as his only hope
'Life could be simple if you lay around and mope.'

He seals himself away from a world that betrayed him
No one to disapprove, no arguments to get in
But somewhere deep inside he mourns
'Life could be simple if you grab it by the horns.'

What seems like a century passes in a day
Alone with his thoughts his mind erodes like clay
Barely understanding the world he abandoned
'Life could be simple if you're alone and stranded.'

He paints with his blood upon the moistened rock
His words written out, for he cannot talk
A chamber to echo his own beliefs
'Life could be simple if it never will cease.'

The blood dries and days go by
What was and what wasn't in the blink of an eye
He finally begins to understand
'Life could be simple with you feet on solid sand.'

He writes off himself as a lost cause in thought
And silently resolves to make it all for naught
One ounce of hope for every pound of pain
'Life could be simple if you stand out in the rain.'

His eyes are dampened by years of darkness
His mind is disturbed by nonmalignant starkness
He dreams forever of what he left behind
'Life could be simple when you're out of your mind.'

There's a certain irony in this endless night
And unforgiving time fills him with fright
But next to him the universe stands tall
'Life could be simple when you've got no life at all.'
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Postby Smig » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:29 pm

How is this possible? He can't write them down if paper is ruined whenever it comes into contact with water! :p
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Postby Bezombia » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:30 pm

>literally reading for the plot
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Yuketobaniac
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Postby Yuketobaniac » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:30 pm

Bezombia wrote:thanks for the feedback erryone

Poem #5:

"Boats, parts I-XII"

Boats
B O A T S
stoaB
Boats Boats
Boats

ok?
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nope T-14 it'll prove to be a piece of junk, stick with the T-90 and T-72 and upgrade those to be better hellfire targets XDXDXD

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Bezombia
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Postby Bezombia » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:34 pm

Yuketobaniac wrote:
Bezombia wrote:thanks for the feedback erryone

Poem #5:

"Boats, parts I-XII"

Boats
B O A T S
stoaB
Boats Boats
Boats

ok?

...?
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
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Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
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Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
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Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
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I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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Aurea
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Postby Aurea » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:38 pm

Yuketobaniac wrote:
Bezombia wrote:thanks for the feedback erryone

Poem #5:

"Boats, parts I-XII"

Boats
B O A T S
stoaB
Boats Boats
Boats

ok?

Ok? I think this was actually one of my favorites! :lol:
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(since 18 July 2023)

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Bezombia
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Postby Bezombia » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:42 pm

Aurea wrote:
Yuketobaniac wrote:ok?

Ok? I think this was actually one of my favorites! :lol:


Definitely kicked off my career. Did you hear that it's now required reading in high schools?
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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The New World Oceania
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Postby The New World Oceania » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:45 pm

Bezombia wrote:
Aurea wrote:Ok? I think this was actually one of my favorites! :lol:


Definitely kicked off my career. Did you hear that it's now required reading in high schools?


#commoncore
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Ahmed Alef, Member for South Hutnegeri
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Alsafyr Njil, Minister of Justice
Vienna Eliot et. al, Poets
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Bezombia
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Postby Bezombia » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:57 pm

right well getting a move on

Poem #36

"Absolute Zero"


There is something peaceful about death.

A dead man wages no war.
A dead man reaps no sorrow.
A dead man bears no burden.
A dead man suffers no evil.
A dead man breaks no bones.
A dead man weeps no loss.
A dead man fears no enemy.
A dead man loses no fight.
A dead man sees no horror.
A dead man feels no pain.
A dead man seeks no solace.
A dead man finds no peace.
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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The Rich Port
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Postby The Rich Port » Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:23 am

NSG Poetry Jamboree, eh?

The Genesis of a Psychonaut

Looking deep and long into a looking glass
She finds not what she wanted to see
Poor and paltry like the ancient bas relief
The rays of the morning sun pass through the screen
And shine on her face that is cragged and jagged and creased
And warm her wrinkled and scarred and hobbled feet
And the western wind chills her to a bony sheen
As it blows in like a ghostly stalker from the east

The bed ceases to give her comfort and weir
And the embrace fills her with fear
The inside world is sickening and shuns her here
The outside light casts it's deadly peer as stark peer
So weird, so weird, so lonesome and queer

Thus must she set the controls to the heart forth...
The journey has only begun to take hold
But first she must realize that she has done as told
And now nothing remains to keep or mourn
She cannot go on standing still and cold
She wants to spin out of control

But she cannot
Or she will not
For she dares not
So she'd rather rot
And let them rot
And let the earth rot
She must set the controls for the heart of...

She
She reaches out into the great black room
She teaches and teases with her fingers the root
The root, the root of the great tree
And the rose that sits in a great black bloom

She breathes into her the lavender odor seed
Her body thus smells like it
The petals of the black rose become her armor and steed
The thorns of the root of the tree
Become the sword, the sword for truth and free
Dun atop of which she stands
Dun atop of twisting midnight sands

She writhes and cowers in the coroner
She gnashes and screams and cries
As she crawls on down the road on the
Quest inside and innardly into the mind
THOSE THAT SOW THORNS SHOULD NOT EXPECT FLOWERS
CONSERVATISM IS FEAR AND STAGNATION AS IDEOLOGY. ONLY MARCH FORWARD.

Pronouns: She/Her
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Bezombia
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Postby Bezombia » Tue Dec 09, 2014 4:15 am

Uh no, that's not what this thread is for.
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon...but down this road we've been so many times...
Please, call me Benomia. Post count +14623, founded Oct. 23, 2012.
Sauritican wrote:We've all been spending too much time with Ben
Verdum wrote:Hey girl, is your name Karl Marx? Because your starting an uprising in my lower classes.
Black Hand wrote:New plan is to just make thousands of disposable firearms and dump them out of cargo planes with tiny drag chutes attached.
Spreewerke wrote:The metric system is the only measurement system that truly meters.
Spreewerke wrote:Salt the women, rape the earth.
Equestican wrote:Ben is love, Ben is life.
Sediczja wrote:real eyes realize real lies
I'm a poet. Come read my poems!

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