Poetry & Art

For your poems.

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When I tried to tell you so many things, you claimed— you knew everything. Today when there is nothing left to say, in your silence I realise, you knew nothing. Not a single thing

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Constantine P. Cavafy – Ithaka

  September 8th, 2018 by Taf Taf

 

This poem is based on the ancient Greek epic poem Odyssey, which is attributed to the legendary author Homer. Quick summary of the Odyssey: there was a war between the ancient Greeks and the Trojans (Troy was – and still is – located at nowadays North-western Turkey), the Greeks laid siege on the city of Troy for 10 years and they destroyed it (there’s another ancient epic poem, Aeneid by the Roman author Virgil, that picks up the story after the destruction of Troy, but let’s stick to Homer’s Odyssey for now). After that, one of the Greek kings named Odysseus (in Latin: Ulysses) set out for Ithaka, his …

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I’ve tried, but to no avail. Sadness turns the merry bleak, and all will fade

  September 7th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

I am tired; I am worn: my eyes falter, and fail, wishing of and seeing only what I’ll never have- a lover: one of with whom I would love with, love things, make love, and care for love. I lust with myself to faceless women with wordless mouths and tear-less eyes. After all things, my heart is well traveled; for, despite not finding love as of yet, it seems as though emotions can be harmed without being brought out to the light. This makes me bitter: my lips let my tongue out, to speak vile things to innocent and unsuspecting family members and odd and …

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Paul Durcan – Thinking About Suicide

  September 1st, 2018 by Taf Taf

Although I may never commit suicide

I spend parts of each day thinking about suicide –

Thinking about how I lack the courage to do it.

I wake in the mourning with 60 per cent depression.

That’s how it remains for the whole day,

Except for the odd occasion in a year

In the doorway or on the street I meet by chance

For a few minutes a woman passing-by

Who has the time to stop and talk for three minutes

Or five minutes or even sometimes seven or eight minutes,

Who rocks back on her heels in her pink, hooped skirt

With laughter, no matter what the topic.

Depression and despair are two different states

Of mind, …

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Kostis Palamas – Agora (The Market Place)

  August 29th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Just as dry summers pant for the first rain,

so thou art thirsty for a happy home

and for a life remote, like hermit’s prayer,

a corner of forgetting and of love.

And thirsty for the ship upon the sea

that ever onward sails with birds and sea-things,

filling its life with our great planet’s light.

But unto thee both ship and home said: ”No!

Look neither for the happiness remote

that never moves, nor for the life that ever finds

in each new land and harbor a new soul!

Only the panting of a toiling slave

for thee! Drag in the market place thy body’s

nakedness, strange to the strangers and thine own!”

 

From the poetry collection …

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Share music with me please

  August 24th, 2018 by frog

I wrote a post earlier asking for metal music suggestions and was satisfied with the suggestions I received. I’ll leave the link on the bottom.

My favorate music genres are:

metal (Black is my favorate but all is enjoyable)

Rock (gunsengunsen(that’s what I call Guns N’ Roses for the laughs), highly suspect is new but good and Pink Floyd Perl jam etc)

Jazz (Chet Baker fav, also songs like monks dream- take 8, in your own sweet way, take five and so on)

and one more genre that I don’t quite know what is called ( Cigarettes after sex, Korey Dane, Beck) but it’s like calm music with whispering or …

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Redact

  August 24th, 2018 by Feiyuin

I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die I …

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Life and Death

  August 19th, 2018 by visual eyes

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reality is boring , life is boring , it’s all about money , i hate money , i hate business , i wish i live in the movie game anime manga novel comics books

  August 18th, 2018 by niki

reality is boring , life is boring , it’s all about money , i hate money , i hate business , i wish i live in the movie game anime manga novel comics books

I hate reality , reality is boring !
I hate real life , real life is boring !
I hate real world , real world is boring !

I wish I live in movie / movies , I wish movies were real
I wish I live in video games , I wish games were real
I wish I live in novels , I wish novels were real
I wish I live in anime , I wish anime …

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All of Them

  August 17th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

All these people, they stare at me;

They aren’t my equal, but I’m no good:

I want to run far away, but cannot feel my legs;

And if there were a finch, I’d keep it if I could.

 

All these people, they make me insecure;

I cannot keep my mind on what I have to do

If everyone and everything hurts, and there’s no cure.

If only I had a single place; but one happy thing.

 

All these people don’t make any sense;

I’d rather talk to rust forming on a fence.

They prefer to lie about every little thing,

But that makes understanding hard to outward bring.

 

I wish that all these people would just give …

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So I saw an ice sculpture….

  August 16th, 2018 by shatterediris

I should really consider stopping sucking at writing poems. But I enjoy being shit at this hobby I guess. Welp I guess I want to share this anyway, it could probably be made better with more refining I mostly wanted to just get an outline down, and will probably never fix it up I’m sure…. At least I’ve never fixed up anything I’ve told myself I would eventually. -_-

 

 

The waiter brings you to your table

It’s as perfect as the person

On the other side, tonight is fable

The candle light aids your immersion

Your beings melt together

Drip, Drip, Drip

An ice sculpture melts forever

Drip, Drip, Drip

The red velvet table …

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Constantine P. Cavafy – Trojans

  August 11th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Our efforts are those of men prone to disaster;

our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We just begin to get somewhere,

gain a little confidence,

grow almost bold and hopeful,

when something always comes up to stop us:

Achilles leaps out of the trench in front of us

and terrifies us with his violent shouting.

Our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We think we’ll change our luck

by being resolute and daring,

so we move outside ready to fight.

But when the great crisis comes,

our boldness and resolution vanish;

our spirit falters, paralyzed,

and we scurry around the walls

trying to save ourselves by running away.

Yet we’re sure to fail. Up there,

high on the walls, the …

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Leonard Cohen – Dress Rehearsal Rag

  August 8th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Lyrics:

Four o’clock in the afternoon and I didn’t feel like very much

I said to myself, ”Where are you golden boy? Where is your famous golden touch?”

I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down

I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory town

Just take a look at your body now, there’s nothing much to save

And a bitter voice in the mirror cries, ”Hey, prince, you need a shave”

Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave

Why don’t you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade?

That’s right, it’s come to this… Yes, it’s come to this…

And wasn’t …

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Miguel De Unamuno – Poems

  August 7th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Muerte (Death)

 

To die to sleep… to sleep… perchance to dream.

(Hamlet, act iii, scene iv)

 

You are the dream of a God; when you awake

will you return to the womb where you were born?

Will you then be what you were before?

Will your death be a new birth?

Is this dream absent during wakefulness?

Luckily here the mystery assists us;

as a remedy of our sad life

our fate remains an inviolable secret.

Let your future remain hidden under the fog

and walk calmly

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Where the Lonely Ones Roam

  August 7th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

If you’ve ever seen any of my previous posts on my chronic mental and emotional afflictions, then you must know this: that I am in pain; and, for most people- if not all- pain is something people hate. They most often turn to addiction or something essentially the same to hide or suppress their issue, whatever it may be.

I myself have had addiction issues before, and still struggle with an addiction to Pornography. That, and my depression and all around loneliness will be the topics I so boringly lay out before you all in this post today.

 

Since a very young age, I have been obsessed …

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The demons in my head

  August 6th, 2018 by lonelywanderer

The demons in my head have been there too long. All i want is for them to be gone.
I will not make this a long post but I am tired of being this demon host.
The thoughts never go away and the demons seem to make it that way.
I am tired of the pain, the back and forth decision of staying or leaving.
I’m just so tired of fighting, which is why I am writing.
I know I am not alone but I feel like it’s gnawing at the bone.
Crawling out of my skin, ready to implode.
Part of my soul was taken from me and something has changed.
I …

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George Vizyenos – The Dream

  August 1st, 2018 by Taf Taf

George Vizyenos – The Dream

(Translated by Timothy Adès)

 

Last night I saw all in my sleep
a river deep:
God let it not come true!
Silent as night beside the flood,
moon-pale, there stood
a young man whom I knew.

– – –

With force the stormwind striving
and smiting
near drove him from the living;
waves sucked his feet with kisses,
inviting
him down to their embraces.

– – –

Not by the storm I thought him
mistreated,
despairing wretch forsaken.
To snatch him safe I speeded,
nor caught him:
abruptly he was taken.

– – -…

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imagine

  August 1st, 2018 by acciojessica

imagine,

just looking into those brown eyes,

only just to realise,

that they’re only filled with your lies

you see the

crying

the screaming

and the hatred

grow,

as you watch the tears fall from her eyes.

you say you’re ‘sorry’

and she’s gone now,

but,

imagine the eyes you saw,

were yours,

sitting in the reflection of the knife you once  held.

[j]

 

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Trying to relax…

  July 31st, 2018 by visual eyes

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Remembering Vincent…

  July 29th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Vincent Willem van Gogh – July 29, 1890

 

 

A painting of a scene at night with 11 swirly stars and a bright yellow crescent moon. In the background there are hills, in the middle ground there is a moonlit town with a church that has an elongated steeple, and in the foreground there is the dark green silhouette of a cypress tree and houses.

 

 

 

 

https://www.vincentvangogh.org

 

http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0612.htm

 

http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0779.htm