yeah so what

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  1. jonstark

    jonstark Well-Known Member

    yeah so what

    again I wallow in pretty emptiness
    pleasure in nothing; nothing is pleasure
    anger long forgotten
    tears taste like salty water
    hate dies in holy tedium
    years stack to never

    right and wrong expire
    unconsciousness governs
    lies and truths vacant staccato
    emptiness in love
    suicides live forever

    ---
    Can you guys find the secret message? :tongue:
     
  2. Spearmint

    Spearmint Well-Known Member

    Apathy rules. :smile:

    I like that, though.
     
  3. nagisa

    nagisa Chat & Forum Buddy Staff Alumni

    I like that poem a lot. :hug:
     
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    :hug:
     
  5. jonstark

    jonstark Well-Known Member

    Thanks! That one was a bit of a joke. Here's something else.
    Come to think this one is a bit of a joke too and rather an ugly one.
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    what happened here?

    He was a cool guy, I concede
    tall, handsome son of a bitch,
    he couldn't help it
    he was born that way

    He had plenty brains
    all the highest grades at school
    and for a change of pace
    he had some true knowledge too

    He was tough, I wouldn't fight him
    went to the gym every day
    ate the healthiest junk
    could run five miles without
    .... breaking a sweat

    His girl was hot and smart and
    to my amazement; or amusement
    they loved each other
    for real

    Nice kid, I liked him
    never arrogant, nor conceited
    he was fun to talk to, hell
    he even listened

    And then one day he died.
     
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  6. jonstark

    jonstark Well-Known Member

    this is from a while ago :blink:

    on education

    Yesterday, I fell asleep
    in class
    The prof, he went about his business
    writing useless crazy shit
    no sane man could give a damn about
    Shit, even the prof
    didn't really care
    he just did his job
    so he could go home fuck his wife
    or wank in peace
    Myself, I thought of stuff
    for some time
    then I thought no more
    I scribbled numbers on a
    sheet of paper
    and carved obscenities
    on my desk top
    I thought of Jesus,
    laughing down at me
    his hand between his asscheeks
    Sure, Jesus
    have some fun on my account
    I felt very bored
    for some time I even thought
    I was ennuied
    but really I wasn't
    I stared at the blackboard
    which was actually white
    and felt my lids descend
    What, and I had more than
    ten hours last night
    The lids descended
    mercilessly
    like bombs from the pretty nocturnal sky
    I tried not to
    hard, I tried
    and then I don't remember
     
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