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NeoGAF's Poetry Corner - #81: "School"

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I really feel like everyone's only option at this point is to outpenis the penis.

eta: that is to say: Unicorn, I'm coming for your penis.
 
Oops, I quickly glanced at the post about the idea that monkey had at work and thought it was unicorn... You both have such colorful avatars... I get them mixed up sometimes if I don't look at the names. I is such a loosa. But you accepted the challenge anyways...

Bring it on.
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I don't even know what's happening any longer. There's tits and challenges and the Alaska National Weather Service just wants to get paid.
 
Actually I think we're delving a bit to far into internet land. We should swim back to poetry island. That may have been my bad. Sorry for getting us all off course folks. I'll be sure to use the map and the compass next time we venture into new waters so that we get where we were trying to get.
 
Friends run my life,
and the only thing
moving me home
is knowing how
lost my
young brother would be.


*pause for finger snaps*
 
I'm sitting here listening to Harold Budd,
cumming in tissues and blowing my nose.
Bloated and sleepy.

The air is thin and my feet are numb.
I continue to hallucinate
vague flashes of light.

The twitch in my right shoulder
remains constant. My hands
are dry and cracked.

I should masturbate with lotion.

I used to run outside naked at night,
under the streetlight, arms flailing, glancing back
for fear of oncoming headlights.

I've never enjoyed the sensation of
vomiting, but the taste makes me feel ill
and I like that. I sometimes take cold showers.

The dim desk lamp I'm staring at
is making my head throb and leaving imprinted
bokeh on the backs of my eyes.

I'll sleep when I'm dead. Soon, very soon.
 
Thanks, mikeroth.

No problem bro. I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. and you taught me a new word: surreptitiously. That's a good one too.

Also, I hate doing things like this, but could someone give me some pointers or just tell me what they think of that poem I just posted called The Hindenburg Blew Up. I tried something new, or at least a new style and I really liked it. I was trying to be honest and blunt and not so frilly. I just want to know what other people think. I hate asking things like this... :P
 
Ok, I just wanted to do this as an appreciation letter to this amazing thread. And it meets the secondary objective, so I guess I'm not an outlaw for doing this. My official entry still is the first one I posted here. =)

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#81: is cool

Gaffers going crazy
Time to see that
As we post mad things
Videtonator laughs (and stare at the tits)

Is this the best thread ever?
Sure, we have monkeys and unicorns (and tits)

So let's continue doing our best
History is being made here
In the end, what really matters is
Tits tits tits
 
I suppose there's no way to do tables on here? That's the only good way I can think of of achieving this:
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Or should I post a PDF / image (if I even get around to finishing)?
 
Smells Like Fall

Scratch, scratch
Whispers on paper
Like the smell of fire on a match
Don't know whose voice to cater

Down with the leaves,
say the trees
Rebel-rousers rocking brand new trousers
Radio Dj, with thoughts of the middle east has something to say

As long as your jeans tight,
your politics far from right
School will be a breeze
But who do you seek to please?
 
There is an increase indent function

Like this​

Yeah, but that puts it as a separate paragraph. So it'd be like this:

Simpler times, devoid of responsibilities and fears,
when all of life could be contained within these halls:
echoing with adult footsteps.
Remembering the tears,​
ecstatic joys and laughters; the springs, winters, falls;
the phantoms of those schoolyard years.


And there's no proper way of adjusting the value of the indentation. It would be different for different persons so no way to ensure it lines up well.
 
Yeah, but that puts it as a separate paragraph. So it'd be like this:

Simpler times, devoid of responsibilities and fears,
when all of life could be contained within these halls:
echoing with adult footsteps.
Remembering the tears,​
ecstatic joys and laughters; the springs, winters, falls;
the phantoms of those schoolyard years.


And there's no proper way of adjusting the value of the indentation. It would be different for different persons so no way to ensure it lines up well.

ah yeah. In that case I'd .pdf it and link the .pdf. I've never done it but I know guys in this thread have (with passwords even) that can probably guide you on the best way to do it. A .jpg/.png/.gif would probable work just fine too.
 
Ok, I just wanted to do this as an appreciation letter to this amazing thread. And it meets the secondary objective, so I guess I'm not an outlaw for doing this. My official entry still is the first one I posted here. =)

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#81: is cool

Gaffers going crazy
Time to see that
As we post mad things
Videtonator laughs (and stare at the tits)

Is this the best thread ever?
Sure, we have monkeys and unicorns (and tits)

So let's continue doing our best
History is being made here
In the end, what really matters is
Tits tits tits

Dig it.
 
I can't sleep... Waaaaah. I have work tomorrow and I can't sleep. Was hoping there would be more lunacy on here but it appears you all can sleep. Teach me your ways.
 
Flight of the defunct metaphor imperative
In swoops the dysfunctional narrative
Rhyme or reason stay unconcerned
So long as the worm is never turned
The embers of the gold will continue to burn

Another harebrained scheme to turn sand to quartz
Smother with care trained dreams and strip them for parts

Too cool for school, tools imbibed on fools to make victorian stools
Rue the rules for all scales and let the ruler burns cool
All in due time, for now you must grind, and find the cosine
Game the asinine into ores in whole mined, i'm sure they won't mind
Encroach the last sap, frack or blast trap, then give them a class cap
Days spent as currency, mark protest as insurgency, no death as clemency
Years leased on tenancy, teach tech as remedy, kill peasants pleasantly

They're placated, numbed stares vacated, death abated, communities gated
Hence debated with a blade serrated that wages stated will be all the slaves get
Enrich the corn, and burn the crops, protests last a day or two tops
Never again, severed the pain, military vest weather again, machine gun cops

Another harebrained scheme to fit into the hierarchy snub trick
Smother with care trained dreams and strip them for the republic

Fund and repeat, enrich and deplete, build up and delete, my debt treat
Alert the elite that the curbs of their streets will be spit shined and cleaned
Reread and recapitulate, sisyphus on dinner plate, peak of a sinner's fate
Create and industrialize, sentience one must realize, eternities are clear lies
Engender earth to top spender, distribute to lenders, as god returns the prayers to sender
 

That was a mouthful. So many words I needed to look up. I wish I understood it because it sounds really good... :/

Ambient music works wonders for me.

Yeah it usually works for me too but I got myself all spooked watching old trailers for The Shining and clips from it too so I was worried I'd have another one of my dreams. I sometimes have terrifyingly messed up dreams when sleeping to ambient music.

Time to go to work.
 
The Coffee Shop Blues

Do you remember those nights
when we used to read Saussure
under the arctic haze of cigarette smoke
and the rush of latte transfusions?
We tried to make sense
of the mode and the means
of linguistic modality.

I still don't understand.​

I remember how the street lamp used to wash you
in an electric aura, sitting there cross-legged--
a post-modern Buddha contemplating
mysteries in a riddled maze.
"Ich bin ein auslander,"
drifted from your tiny mouth
commingling with your coffee-stained breath.
All I could do was nod
and offer you my tiny smile.
"We are outsiders--
you the Magdalene and I,
Saint Peter's head on a silver platter,
or was it that Jew
who drowned men for the sake of salvation?"

I don't remember.​

I remember how your face
carried the mood
of the crucified Christ--
serene and accepting of death
that was sure to occur during our final exam.
 
Ironically, it seems like I'm the only one who's failed to complete the secondary objective. I felt like it took away from the rhythm of my poem. Maybe I'll submit another one that fulfills it.
 
The truth of the matter;
Humans taught me.
All of them, ready for
New minds. To be filled with:
Knowlege, learning, an urge to create.

Yellow, green, fuchsia, vermillion;
One, two, seven, pi, a trillion.
Understanding through repetition? No -

Memory wasn't the key;
Rather, it was all about
Something else entirely.

Kites flew through the air, and
Rabbits hopped on shrivelled grass.
Australian schools are different, but
Ultimately, it's all down to your
Teacher. Because, you see
Her legacy lives on, today.
 
We have a winner.

Investigate if you must, but

This entry wins everything.

e: Grakl: what the fuck? I'm saving your entry, it's getting posted if you don't before deadline. I'm totally gonna house it
 
We have a winner.

Investigate if you must, but

This entry wins everything.

e: Grakl: what the fuck? I'm saving your entry, it's getting posted if you don't before deadline. I'm totally gonna house it

I removed it because the theme is school

but sure I'll edit it back in, I think I remember it correctly, if it's different tell me
 
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