Lets have a show down of writing skills!
Create a short/mini poem in the comment section.
As people add their short poems, try to keep the poem going.
I will try to refrain from joining in, because we all know how great my lyrical prowess is! 😉 hehe
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something is purple,something is blue
Shits are stucked,i am the glue
Harrowing senses of guilt and despair fill my mind with bitter persistence
Helpless in the wars I wage against myself, I’m a casualty of my own existence
Death always seemed so far away, now I’m closing the distance
Lacking an explanation for my degradation, I lash out in frustration
Ready to step, off the edge, I fill my thoughts with memories of you
I pour out my sentiment and leave it hanging on the wall
The crowd gathers round, witness to the fall / I dive right in, my eyes wide open
What’s left of me, distorted and broken
Red eyes and lonely hearts soon cascade over this tenement of clay, casting their flowers, then walking away
Carry away the inanimate form
Hope for the shadow, to be reborn
The memory that I leave, is greater than the misery that I keep
And I won’t lose, another night of sleep, to the nightmares inside my mind
No, I won’t lose another night of sleep, regretting the mess, I’ve left behind
Tomorrow is just yesterday in disguise, and this vein in my wrist is begging for a knife
All the years of pain erased, when I take this life
The Blade, The Bullet, The Pill
A gunshot rips through the night,
It looks like he’s lost the fight,
The only thing he ever wondered:
What does it feel like to die?
You’ll find out soon enough, kid
You’ll find out soon enough
Staring death in the eyes,
Wipe the tears from your face,
Will it help to say goodbye?
I’m sorry for this,
I’m sorry for that,
Will it even matter when it’s over?
Let your voice be heard
Through the blade, the bullet, the pill
Before she makes the cut
She’ll wonder what it feels like
For her life to slip away
Her soul weak and torn,
Can it be reborn?
Those eyes read like a book
Without an ending
Pen touches paper,
But her hand won’t move
Let your voice be heard
Through the blade, the bullet, the pill
He swallows it down,
Pride, pain and power
Does it feel good as it boils in your stomach?
The pain erased from the inside out
The scream muted by sorrow
Let your voice be heard
Through the blade, the bullet, the pill
They don’t know, what it’s like
To live but not be alive
Your soul screaming so loud it hurts
Keep it all to yourself
Push everyone away
And let your voice be heard
In the life you take and the hearts you’ll break
Through the blade, the bullet, the pill
The only thing he ever wondered:
What does it feel like to die?
You’ll find out soon enough kid,
You’ll find out soon enough…..
I posted 2 poems….hope that’s ok 🙂
You can call me SB, and soon you will see
that I can write a rap in a minute or three
I gotta get my bowl gotta have cereal
a damn sure sign I’m rap material
I’m chillin’ at work and I ain’t doing shit
cause kewl kids don’t work, no, not one bit
I’m gonna get fired, I swear on my grave
when will I learn how to properly behave
RT is a dawg, that’s slang for cool
and I challenge him now to a rap-off duel
I’m as gangster as a rock and as fly as a stick
but my mom says I’m cool so I believe it
@BTC- yeah that’s cool! 🙂 you are very good at this! hehe
@SB- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! lol *bowing down to the queen bee* 😛
I can go any time
Any where in any direction
Just like the shooting star
Out of the orbit and gravitation.
Why should I go?
Did I know before I was coming?
So I postpone the going.
If I have not come of my own
Somebody has send me
So no need to go
In the nick time He will call me
Rather it will be better
To find the answer
Do the duty
The most desirable
The most valuable
Who, how, when and why!
Long, long ago I wanted to die
Some one is waiting
on the other side. It burn’s it burn’s fire and brimstone
It’s the devil. Satan and his tree headed. Drangon.
Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!
Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!
Ooooh! Uuuuff!
Little Boy Blue
He needed the money
Dice dawg
backed up against the wall,
my life’s all but gone,
an empty shell of nothing,
there’s no more for the taking…
Stendarr! Grrl, you never cease to amaze me. I join RealTalk in bowing to your mad rap skillz. Eminem wouldn’t stand a chance next to you.
I’m too lazy to write a poem today, so I’m sharing one that was written almost a decade ago. (Not to sound boastful or anything, but it was actually published in a magazine.)
– Plots and Purposes –
This is the tale of the alluring scheme
Of a dozen large and keen
Cats who do seem
Curiously somewhat strange.
It is quite inspiring
When they are all desiring
The very same aspiration
And use the same implication
When speaking of things to change
On this broad, open range
They say to stop the exploitation
Coming from this new generation
It becomes a whole new meaning
For all the humans who are scheming
To gain more victories
And plant more hickories
But the cats believe otherwise
They say those folks are full of lies
Those people have no concern
That the cats would yearn
For a world that’s in harmony
Not one governed by money
But the cats cannot make everyone understand
That humankind is not living in Wonderland
The populace would rather eat fast food
Than listen to the cats whom they consider rude
Someday, those folks will wake up
Then they will listen up.
The cats may have pity
On that woebegone city
But I am no expert
On the cats’ lecture.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, both with a buck and quarter
Jill came down with two fifty
^@ dawg
@Persephone
I plan to become as prestigious as the masterful and incredibly clever lyricists T-Pain and 2Chainz. My rapper name shall be 3Chainz as to represent my originality and clearly the number of chainz one has is a complete reflection of their innate value and talent.
I’ve written some poems as well, although I’m not nearly as talented as you guys. I loved your poem Persephone lol very sophisticated indeed! 🙂
Here’s a favorite of mine that I’ve written:
“Pshh, I can write a poem, just hold my beer!”
‘Oh my lovely alcohol, oh how you do please me
Fill my heart with sadness, and electrifying glee.
A sweet yet bitter liquid, that seeps into my veins
You dull my mind, you free my spirit, and take away the chains.
Sloshing in your frigid flask, you ask and tease for more
With jest and greed I indulge thee, and pass out on the floor.
No memory of prior things, convulsing laughs and tears
Ups and downs, a roller-coaster, yearning for more beer.
Dancing jigs to country music, strange and quite erratic
Thank god nobody’s watching, it must be quite traumatic.
Spread out on the cold concrete, bottle in one hand
Lying in a smeared rainbow, the adventure quite unplanned.
Intoxicated, all alone, laughing at some cats
Only guilty afterward… my whole weekend is that.
It’s clear to say… I am quite the productive person.’
😉
@BtC
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And said, ” Hey …
… what’s in the bowl *****?!”
Oh!
Clay dawg
I’m glad the site is back….I wonder what the hell messed it up yesterday….
OP: Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I know this sucks
but its the best I can do
@PainNLife
It’s good to see you’re around! 🙂 I wonder what happened as well, I thought I was blocked, ha. Oh the separation anxiety induced from the temporary extinction of SP, what would I do if it were to permanently crash?
we all meet our maker and he’s dressed in black
black from the bottom, black to the top
endless sea of darkness, no feeling, no thought
ready to die like biggie, ready to kill like bill
early childhood trauma
8 yr old emotional iq
produces too much drama
there was an old lady who lived in a shoe, she had so many kids, she didnt know what to do
so..she started sucking dick..oohh!!
@SB… likewise! 😀 I was worried about that as well….. I thought the site had been taken down or hacked….I wish they would notify us when something is wrong though…. it really does a job on your nerves when SP is down….
My theory about the site was that maybe the FBI was high jacking the data base to investigate possible connections between the Washington shooter and material found here on SP. ….you never know! 😐
@RT30…..ehh Im suspicious about that anyway…..all these “random” gun shootings…..each one only seems to push the issue of gun control ….
I could be wrong but I think the site was down from the night before the shooting
I do think that regulations that permit the topic of suicide will become stricter and enforced more consistently. If it weren’t for suicide forums and sites dedicated to educating people about methods I would have no idea how to kill myself properly – which is an effective tool in maintaining a governable population, taking away their ability to kill themselves. There’s so much propaganda in the media that advocates and encourages the disabling of lethal resources available to this kind of audience. I’m hoping I’ll be dead long before they crackdown on suicide though
Stendarr – I fully support your decision to name yourself 3Chainz. I feel this will be an important step on the way towards reaching a higher plane of fulfillment. If only I could follow your lead. Instead I have to go to a lecture hall and listen to a bunch of crazy kitties. I won’t complain; it could be worse.
That’s a great poem about beer. I think I’ll print it out and frame it on my wall. Would you object?
@Persephone
I know right, I’m getting my grill and gang sign tattoo soon
Ohh, I’d be honored, by all means!
They paint these walls
To stop my pen
But the shit house poet
Strikes again.
^ I read this once in a toilet stall, twas the only writing on the wall.
The night will come
In rum and fun
To end before the sun
Tonight we have a massive scrum
Iniquity bread among chums
Enchanted by the drums
Sober only when the sun comes.
(TITTIES)
^ My Irish brethren know how to have a good time.
I never asked you anything
So take back the whole bunch of “happiness”
You won’t be able to find me
cause I’ll hide in the darkness
^^Yeah buddy!
^Hear,hear!
May the luck of the Irish
Lead to happiest heights
And the highway you travel
Be lined with green lights.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
May you have all the happiness
and luck that life can hold—
And at the end of all your rainbows
may you find a pot of gold.
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish…
You’re lucky enough!
May your pockets be heavy—
Your heart be light,
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night.
haha @btc that was brilliant lol
@procel, thanks it’s a favorite, but I can’t take credit, it’s an Irish St. Patrick’s Day toast. But it’s the though that counts 🙂
^”thought” lol
I guess I should thank everyone for commenting their poems and joining in on the fun as well. 🙂 some of you are a real natural. Some of you are really funny. And some of you worry me! 😐
lol 😉 you guys are great!
I’d say Stendarr’s ***** wins the RealTalk award for originality!
I was gonna give it to breaking_the_cycle but that last one was admittedly some one else’s poem! 😉
Peace