StP Poetry Compilation

[coolguyeagle76']

okay so i know this is probably get shot down by a bunch of pussies who are too scared that someone on the internet might see through their anonymous dirty kid dont give a fup the punx asthetic, some will say "why would i post my innermost feelings on the internet thats just plain silly yall". i dont care about those people. i know there are fellow artist on this site, kids whos main drive on the road is unleashing there primal voice, those that strive to create. this thread is for you. i wanna read and hear your poetry! lets slam.


A lonely house in the night
Where I rock gently
To the rhythm of brittle ghost crickets
Deep in a winter chasm
Vast vast vast, the darkness beyond the fireplace
Is low like e minor
And below the lamps of a kerosene fog time
I can only dream of. I inhale
Smoke and recall
Good old boy sheriff’s deputies
In the class room of escape
Talking about quitting, and yellowed finger dreams
Think how ill be under a bridge by a track tie fire
Telling heroin addicts how I need to get off this nicotine junk
Tell them of my DT’s on a train 3 days
With out love or a human voice but my
Crazy singing ranting writing
And they wont tell me how they fear life
they’ll call it death and talk
About westbound brothers
And grainer porch funerals
I think I should leave to myself what is only myself
And rest, but the cadence of your voice has changed
Old friend, old life, we’ve become. and we’ve grown young together.
But I only know the lines in your books
Not the lines around your mouth.
Poets will starve if they are brave enough,
Bullets will fly if the money is right
Vultures will pick if the decaying wind rises
The wind blows through my mothers chimes.

 

[tree hopper]

i'm stoked on this thread. im an artist and love making art but writing has helped get me through so much shit ya know like whether its been poetry or stories or whatever- and on a quick side note, u ever get that feeling when you hear a song lyric by a band you love or even hate in some cases and the lyrics just totally are energetically connected to you in moment and what you are going through and idk i just wanted to ad in that i fucken dig that feeling and if i cna give that feeling to someone or vice versa through our writing that just fucken makes me ecstatic. i have alot of writing id be open to posting, and would love to give and get feedback on it as well, but excuse da ignorance but what is a poetry "slam", like should i post stuff ive written recently, long ago, or just come up wit something on da spot? it doesnt matter either way, just feel completely crass that ive never um ya know "slammed", ..i think part of me is stalling too cos alot of my writing is dark and demented and i get insecure about some of the poetry that brings up shit memories other than that im really down to do this, well.. if you'd still have me after this rant i just went on
btw I really enjoi and love your writing and how the words at times seem disconnected from each other but they end up fusing and blending together to create their own story and theres a sense of an underlying despondency that has a little hope in there also. sry i tend to like anazlyzing cos' i see all types of art in metaphors ya know? like it all really is our own interpretation to an extent but if that annoys u just tell me to STFU and id be chill wit that. have a nice night/day/whatver is inbetween those two.

 

[tree hopper]

hey one more quick thing u gave me an idea, recently i was thinking aout starting an stp travel squat whatever, etc. journal ya know that can get passed around thru mail or dropped off places or if anyone happens to meet up and then when its full and makes its way back to me, like really do something it u know so it can get out and ppl can see it or not or idk u get what im trying to explain tho right? well what would u think of starting one that just had to do with poetry? and filling the whole thing up and deciding what to do from there with it. i think it might be interesting if enuff ppl got involved. but if u r thinking wtf that sux ha then thats totally chilll just tell me k since i realize your original idea what started this so i dont wanna steal your thunda, anyways just a thought...... hope u smile and laugh today everyone should.. peace!

 

[coolguyeagle76']

i was thinking just write something for this page specifically (like i did, took like three minutes). could be about whatever. four loko, killing lice, whatever just as long as it was rad, i just wanted to see if anyone would do it. like i said you're all pussies.

 

[5ealchris]

I swear I saw life
In a puff of smoke
A bright fire at first
Only to drift away
In the next moment
Or fall to the dirt
Forgotten
To become one again
With the Earth and Sky
Over and over
No Creation
Or Destruction
Just transition
Into another phase
A new fire, field, or stream

 

[EphemeralStick]

Forgotten but not lost
at what cost
does it take for one to see
that me only i perceive

i made a choice
choices alone do forsake
and take
what is left inside
to rot away
mistakes i made
never to make again

home is where i find
a place to calm
the fear that comes
and shuns
the graces of hope
for that home
is in my mind.

 

[tree hopper]

I am a prisoner of my own pain
I walk in shadows
Obscure and immense
Toxic streams of liquid smoke
Sickly sweet in my mind
Wounded, I lay on the icy concrete
Waiting for the rain to fall
Glass trees surround me,
Electric in color
Rainbow water sounds in the background
I turn and watch white doves nesting in the jacaranda
I climb the deep heliotrope bark, almost black, pretending that I am free
The luminous fire, swirling ginger and crimson, is burning out against the pale blueness of the sky
Transforming it into a show of dancing lights
Glowing, the moon consists of an angelic white
Loud and screaming at the world
Flickers of amber and green float towards me
I close my eyes and descend into a cavernous sleep
Lost in the bliss of sweet, sugar coated dreams,
and I never wake

 

[tree hopper]

living our whole lives in a system that was broken before our time
i'm gonna shoot myself in the middle of this crowded,
oh so busy street, with robot after society robot running past-
just to see if they notice the blood and brains pouring from my skull
it seems i'm the "break" from their daily routines of "not living"
why else would they take time to judge, to spit, to have a laugh
i'm their break from the propaganda mind-controlled lives they aren't really livng
so i laugh along and spit back sitting on my corner trading my art for hugs,
Waiting to die in these tragically beautiful concrete jungle streets…
Dirty, patched, and Mohawked
Free.

 

[tree hopper]

she'd tell me;
i will be your accident, if you will be my ambulance &
i will be your screech and crash, if you will be my crutch and cast &
i will be your one more time, if you will be my one last chance.
now she's yesterdays old news, phrases left on paper, blank ink bleeding through the pages where we made our history.
this black tar love, it's like a knife through my ugly empty heart.
reality keeps on crumbling. it's just another grave for another soon to be forgotten face.
i heard them crying that night. we found her lifeless on the icy concrete, in a pool of her own pain-
kissing the dragon, with blue lips.
i saw all her secrets that night, they were painted on her face in a tragic way. her worst lies, were the ones she told herself.
she used to say love is stronger than death, laughter is the cure for grief, that dreams hold more power than facts.
and now,
all she is
rot and ash

 

[tree hopper]

She spun into oblivion, stars on the ceiling
Silently screaming, reaching out her hand
Risk rushing through her wild hair -
Live ravens through branches of fright, but stuck. Still.
Falling into an emotional whirlwind of shame and pain,
Filth spews out of every pore,
Which she cannot wash away

She is trapped in the nightmare again
Weakened by it’s capabilities,
She is unable to fight against the hold it has on her soul -

So she falls to her knees, arms wide open,
Hoping for the light again… and the pain mocks her plea.

Self-Induced
She bleeds,
She waits.
The numbness consumes her,
She can finally breathe…

Moments later
They find her,
Cold and alone,
In a happy suicide.

 

[tree hopper]

I'm going to quit writing now. are you relieved.
those of you that enjoy passing judgement, do it all night long
cos it might make me smile.
those of you who have also posted poetry, i fucken dig every word you have writen and appreciate the fact that you posted cos i know everyone has shit inside and might think its fucken retarded to write it out even if its about fucken taco bell. who cares.

dont lose yourself in everyone else..........

 

[Cade]

The World I Used To Know - Rod McKuen
Some day some old familiar rain
Will come along and know my name.
And then my shelter will be gone
And I'll have to move along.
But 'till I do I'll stay awhile
And track the hidden country of your smile.

Some day the man I used to be
Will come along and call on me.
And then because I'm just a man,
You'll find my feet are made of sand.
But 'till that time I'll tell you lies
And chart the hid-den bound'ries of your eyes.

Some day the world I used to know
Will come along and bid me go.
Then I'll be leaving you behind
For love is just a state of mind.
But 'till that day I'll be your man
And love away your troubles if I can.

And 'till that day I'll be your man
And love away your troubles if I can.​

 

[tree hopper]

that made me feel all emotional for some reason.
love it tho.

 

[BrittanyTheBananarchist]

So much Depends
Upon
The Freight Train
Passing

with all the
Graffiti
Upon
Its rusty car.

 

[coolguyeagle76']

all of these submissions have been rad, good job kids, gimmie MOAR!

heres the first few stanzas of a 5 page poem about loosing my notebook in sanfran. After six months worth of scribbling, ive never had my heart broken like that.

Lost poetry rag

Guts pitching
sinking evening
weatherworn ship and
a somber song rings hands
and the rag, feeling greyhound sick
with a secret cigarette lit
somewhere in so-cal,
on my broken night trail,
crashing towards
a banal idea of home
always ten miles
two states or
nameless arms away
away.
Miles of night
in the cold
weeping deserts
bent dance, red city lights sweeping across
Me trying to come
In an empty boxcar,
spill fifth old wreck running
weep violin, and
Anticipation-
tastes like tar and rust,
the autumn tracks are singing!
In my America 900 miles
from home in every direction, and now
I’ve been turning
sweating forgetting forgotten.

Lost my poetry rag
up on Russian hill.
Oxnard 45 minutes, L.A.
an hour and you know the rules.
I got all crazy horse when I saw you up in the tower,
I had to prove I was doing better than I was, so a took you your hands
to the château wing nut, a slanted empty wind screaming murder pissing down
and editing
manifest destiny
above all the millionaire views and
suddenly a rambling
psychotic vagrant owned the graying skyline,
and all the secrets in the mists of a wild dream.
Scattered rag stayed with my blown out denim jacket
and six months of dirt and tears walking away
and I wish I could say milk and honey but those nights belong to spinning specters of ghost fog. Six months and for me they were centuries with sawed off quotes and laughing chain gang crossroads ghosts ,
and more you wanted to know but I wont speak them, we just crumbled and crooned.
Old field tears when we knew the rag had flown unsure until 300 miles were a book alone
and gone rag knowing, that I’ve left scared scholars Indian dollars for a dead language and I took what a could because my tact is a foreign flag

 

[Cade]

Crystal solitude
Far away shadows
to the light
Of eminent healing rhymes
in the darkness
Which feels the creeping down low​

 

[BrittanyTheBananarchist]

Make Me Feel
Make Me Want
Bring Me To My Knees
And Lift Me Back Up.

Take My Senses To Places
They Will Never Reach
Alone
Teach Me Things
Ive Never Known.

Your My Best Friend
And My Worst

When Im Without You
I Crumble To The Floor
But With You
I Could Never Ask For More.

Heroin, My Buddy

Heroin, My Foe.

 

[CXR1037]

Poetry threads are the most pure form
of masturbation and self-aggrandizement.
From all corners of the internet world,
a world that has come to replace reality
(dare I say, become reality?),
the aspiring poets and bored people
pour the fabric of their melancholic souls
into the rigid frames of vBulletin and phpBB.
They sit and refresh the page,
as if by doing so they are refreshing their life,
and wait for validation from total strangers.
Poetry threads on message boards
are whores.

 

[coolguyeagle76']

Poetry threads are the most pure form
of masturbation and self-aggrandizement.
From all corners of the internet world,
a world that has come to replace reality
(dare I say, become reality?),
the aspiring poets and bored people
pour the fabric of their melancholic souls
into the rigid frames of vBulletin and phpBB.
They sit and refresh the page,
as if by doing so they are refreshing their life,
and wait for validation from total strangers.
Poetry threads on message boards
are whores.

that was the best one so far!
im not a critic, but i would argue that there really isnt that big of a "reality" divide when youre just seeing what fellow members of this (dare i say) online community are doing artistically.
i liked the part about refreshing pages and wonder myself how many times youve refreshed this page waiting for an angry repsonse. im enjoying everything you guys have posted please keep em coming and keep it positive!

 

[tree hopper]

they're picking up pieces of me,
while they're picking up pieces of you.
lying on ice, we will be before the day is over.
no more dirty spoons. needles.
no more obsessing. anticipation. getting off on the coagulating,
we get to finally be anti emaciation.
with blue lips and bones threatening to pierce through our dead flesh.
years alive to end up with an empty black mind.
in an empty freezer
then underground,
with everyone else who couldn't make it the fuck out
i heard people cheered the day we went under
then bombs were dropped on their pretty little materialistic lives
THE END

oh the positive part i forgot about adding that......ummm everyone wakes from the dead, realizes karma is like, real so they vow to never do fucked up shit again to each other or animals or the world and they all live on cotton candy clouds and travel by rainbow to the sourpatch kid forrest where they live happily ever fucken after and live off of fresh picked berries. THE AFTER END END.