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Gonna skip right to it. You can see most of my work on deviantart. But I'll post the latest one here.

Net Worth:

What is the net worth of a personality?
When people try so hard to be the same?
Try to be the best they can be?
Or is similarity their claim?

Attempts to break the mold,
are quashed before their starts
as music, writing and all the arts,
are nice, but can't be sold.

The rhyme, the rhythm in our songs,
boast naught but emptiness
as a cog, we have no wrongs,
but fall to the abyss

Four lines, couplets,
follow set pathways.
Poetry is meant to show
Our personality, not our similarity?

Consider

Why chaos, words...

Half finished sentences...gone,

Fleeting written down. Follows norms.

And the panic of our mid-life crisis
follows our every move.
No point SEEING what life is.
Just to fall into the groove

http://ivic-wulfe.deviantart.com/

Even though poetry isn't really my thing, I quite like this

I agree, it's rather pretty.

Speaks to me, as I am going through quite a lot at the moment.
I like.

Thought I'd share a couple more on here. Just because. Some of these have quite some personal notes to them. But whatever. I know poetry isn't really anyone's thing (coming from someone who's presently teaching poetry) but have a look, link is in my first post first one is my favourite and the other three are some of my most recent)

Multicolour Fox

Rainbow coloured socks
cover the feet of the multicolour fox.
As he went out to today.

Skip to the right,
always quite a sight.
Multicolour fox is out to play.

Running through the meadows,
frolick on the plains.
Technicolour fox is technically insane.

Romping all the way
silly games to play
Multicolour fox is out today.


To Make Our Bed

Nothing begets nothing,
in a world where, tears, tears
and dreaded fears inspire.

A young man stood,
against the tide to laws abide,
to see his life transpire.

Everything begets a hearts desire,
is all that's ever said.
And with those words,
where all is heard, to here
we make our bed.

Days in the Sun

If ever there were days in the sun again
I would hope for change
and hope for true eternal peace.
But from this eternal plight we have no release.

An insanity has gripped us.
Reality is but a pipe dream
and what we feed on are lies.
Wrapped in the prettiest of papers.

It poisons our reasoning
it fetters our resolve,
and we just die in a puff of cigarette smoke.

In a media storm, un-newsworthy,
filled with despair
and so we hope for the sun
to release us from the clouds that imprison us at home.

Not your Keeper

Heart is pounding
head laden with thoughts
Disgusted with himself
Unbounded, unfounded
Unwinding. Slow to wake.

Twist, turn...graveyard
Hatred and folly
to follow.

Why this?
Why anguish?
Not your choice
But your choice
Make your own decisions
Stand up.

I can't, I'm alone
I need you.

I can't love you
I'm not your keeper

The Dying Light:

The best lack all conviction,
we’ve lost our will
to the evil beast
of More.

No devils lie here,
no choices between the
light and the dark.
Too torn we are between the lines
of dying in a distant murmur
or a fear of those who care.

Cut off we are from the bell towers,
that should warn us in the night,
of things to come and where to run
as the world plunges to its plight.

Then the worst!
Filled with their intense passions
have lost their will to care
and breathe the fiery breath of suffering.

Born to the flames,
No choices made, yet here they stand
Plaguing our missed desires
Caught up in their curséd craving,
to catch the meek
or bring about an apocalypse now.

With trinkets and houses
to catch us with their eye,
and so too seclude us, hinder and delude us,
So slowly our light
will die.

The Beast

The orchestra of chaos begins its benign crescendo
and slowly the beast awakens on the central stage.
The rumble of the timpani in adagio
as the sky is rumbling in its rage.

The violins (no, violence) play in shrieking arrhythmia
The beast awakens, a fantasia,
and the kettle-drums begin to broil,
the wind, con forza, to cause the air to roil

The brass, they blast out a furious warlike drone,
The beast in a turbulent temper thrashes amidst the stage
The choir screams
as the creature enacts its rage.

The crescendo and chaos hit the peak,
The beast and its barbaric bashing,
The crowd already standing.
An encore…full of rancour

to will the beast to come.

Interesting mental and aural (auditory?) Imagery in this last piece.
Not the easiest read though even if not long.

I both struggled and enjoyed struggling with it. Had to sit with a dictionary of musical terms to get it just right

I also wrote a poem

Dig
I dig...
U dig...
We dig...
Yea I'm no good with poems but atleast it's deep

Lol, 6 feet under.

Talk about digging your own grave.

I guess you could say this poem is... dead and buried. *Puts on sunglasses.*

Okay, let's get more down to Earth with these puns.

For You

Expected to just get up and be strong...
Expected to not be fazed with what is being thrown at you.
We know that... We've known that all our lives...
And no one cares...

We're expected to be there for everyone but no one is there for us when we need it...
And when they are, we disregard talking about it...because all we want is a break...
Exactly that…
A time to talk about all the fun things and just be carefree...because no one wants a downer...

And we get everyone's problems day in and day out but we can't be sad,
we are the strong ones that must keep them all afloat
And when we are down,
they tell us all the things we told them as though we don't know it...

And we are told to follow our own advice...
Not like we don't know how...

We have different needs...

We have different ways of needing to communicate,
but we have no one who can listen to us as we listen to people.

We need another us to listen and to help...
That's why we shy away from people,

because we know that most of them won’t be able to help and only frustrate us even more.
And we become distant to everything…
everyone because we're too afraid to find out if you're just like the others...
Because we're not...

We deserve a tender approach, one that we offer those around us...
because we're so...
adept at putting away who we are
for you...

we need a like button

I really liked that last one, it's eloquent and touching.

Oddly enough, it was a conversation I was having with Doge/Danleo and I looked at it and thought that it would look good in a poetic format.

I actually feel like I can be in the mood to write again, I'll post them as they come.

Very deep, insightful, I feel like that sometimes. A conversation you and I have had before as well.
+1 *hugs the folf*

Asbjorn-phoenix wrote:Very deep, insightful, I feel like that sometimes. A conversation you and I have had before as well.
+1 *hugs the folf*

Heya Asbjorn! I know we've had these chats...this one seemed to make some sort of poetic sense and actually almost melded into exactly the way I would write this one. But yes, these chats tend to stick very tightly in my minds eye so I'm very glad I could get this poem out.

Control:

Control, keep the guise and hold your poise (n)
Clench your fists and show your worth
Be someone who has earthly joys in,

the daily nonsensical mirth.

Always smile, enjoy the night
Salt the wounds to remove the sting
Be someone who will always fight,

for the cause
(slipping)

to which you cling.
(slipping)

Contr-…ol the day, fight the urge

(falling)

Worthy…warrior…

war…

Control!

Control!


Control!
No…

Smile. Poise. Worth. Joy. Mirth.
For whom? For no one.

Guise. Poison. Salt the wound. Sting. Cling. Warrior.
For what? For nothing.

Under the Hammer:

Left for dead in a hustle of the rat race,
covering your inner pains,
ignored by the city
at its fastest pace.
The smiles they seem so gritty.

Solve for your soul,
your inner substance,
yet find your liver and heart
worth more than the whole
with which you take part.

Insanity has gripped
the walls of our passions
crushing our will to embrace
and with it our urges ripped
without a trace.

Under the hammer,
stricken hard,
your pained cries
turned to horrified stammer
as your soul is sold for lies.

Heavy, what brought this on?

A lot has this theme of being trapped by social norms, conventions that needn't be in our social coding. The entire idea to learn so you can get a job and then get promoted and then work harder and then die while we're constantly bombarded with music videos of all the parties you can't be party to and that somehow if you do well at what you do, that, that would be your reward. While your final rewards are more deadlines, work apathy and a serious lack of confidence.

Society doesn't allow you to be different, "brick in the wall" and such. Which is why I don't ascribe to social norms...but sometimes you just have to stand up put the mask on for another day and hide who you are.

Like I said in the podcast, if you judge me by who my friends are on facebook and what I'm interested in and then judge me as "unworthy", then you truly have no interest in both me or my other skills I'd have and that would mean I probably didn't want that job anyway.

And the same counts for other people in my life. If you try to box me as one thing...you're going to have a bad time.

Two Step:

Two steps forward
and we’re walking in place.
Too slow to keep up
And the world’s picking up the pace.

Our Pavlovian alarm-clocks
Remind us of our duty
To our sons and daughters
Our society and our culture
To pick ourselves up
And to “pull up our socks”

Two steps forward
And we’re walking in place
Too tired to run
As we slowly begin to efface,

as our visage
ground to a smoothness
against the stone
That forces us to goosestep
Shows us to comply
as our car engines drone.

Too weak to stand
As we feel ourselves erase
Two steps forward
And we’re walking in place.

what does efface mean?

also i like it. i feel like that on most days.

Efface:

erase (a mark) from a surface.

make oneself appear insignificant or inconspicuous.

Blossom:

Can you find relief?
In the darkest time of year?
A blossom of hope.

Very nice. Some resonates for me. Blossom short and sweet.

Nice new avatar.

Hmmm...poetry...gonna write some today. I have time and my mind has been active of late.