open mike/random verse thread

[famous rungi]

palms pressed on the panes
feeling the frozen space in front
my index finger squeaks on it
trying to write something urgent
the mark-makings of a caveman
the bad man has caught us
-- mother mother
I didn't know I was all grown up
until I saw my reflection in the pain
and knew I was truly alone
-- her scent on the linen
-- her hand in the dark
-- her words on the post-it
-- her saliva on the envelope
it is all sealed and ready to go.

 

[The Wanderer]

hmm... I think the "bad man" may have gotten to me as well

trying to write something urgent
the mark-makings of a caveman

 

[famous rungi]

Well, aren't you going to scrawl something?

 

[famous rungi]

A woman at forty knows
the best insurance package
drinks the proper herbs
levels her yin and yang
Wonders when her daughters
will grace a visit
resigns at the veined hands
She has weathered
the forty days in a barren land
like when her husband kept
making calls in the wee hours
She has been through
the severing of ties
and blood that no longer flows
the pause wedged between
the certain and unknown
Not sure if the fight
has been beaten out of her
or in fact spiralled her up
to where she is now:
acquiescence. And Fragility
the prodigal feeling returned.

 

[The Wanderer]

you eye me like some Poe-ish fiend
gestapo brown, a black noose
the execution on my skin
and the doppelganger leering in

 

[famous rungi]

How cryptic. I like the way you used doppelganger. And was that meant to rhyme?? Nice doodle, Wanderer.

 

[The Wanderer]

the rhyming seemed to happen by itself, that's weird how that happens sometimes, I am writing along and I guess subconsciously I start falling into a rhyme (thru no reason)

 

[The Wanderer]

the baptism

voice of the sea
beach-light burns

pureness of guilt
plunged down-stream

perdition gleaming
in the patient waves

hold that thought
don't breathe a word of this

 

[famous rungi]

Interesting. I'm not sure if it is menacing or candid or candidly menacing.
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One moment
Marvelling at its grandeur
The next, blown away.
I pluck the bits of debris from my flesh
Creation is crazy and starved:
Mayflies and their kamikaze ways of loving,
Moths and fatal affairs with flames

You
were my
mushroomcloud

 

[Stories for Boys]

i feel my life repeating
over and over, it's always the same
i yearn for the love of one
he turns to the hills to run
who's next?
step right up for the show
wait, i've seen this before
must be a rerun
my life, deja vu
this one has to be new
i can't hurt him
i care too much
i can't hurt me
or lose my crutch
that's what it is
a crutch of the familiar
i know the story
i won't be surprised by the ending
shh...don't tell
but maybe you've seen it too
my life, in shades of blue

i can't believe i'm posting this

 

[The Wanderer]

it's time to give up, time to let it all go
the vermin air, the rat race of it all
you were squeaky clean when the lights were on
Enlighten us some more
now your body works in electric and glitter pulse
Virgin Mother nativity scene
not exactly Hollywood -- your Holy Night vigils, the caste of Kings...
you whistle through caves and push back centuries
light at the end of the tunnel, coming on full beam
who's aiming that chariot, who's turning the wheels... when you spoke to us?
we've lost control of two thousand years
dogma tears the limbs from limbs
Achilles won't stand for it

 

[Stories for Boys]

i always thought of this as a courus to a song i never wrote...

today before tomorrow
only joy follows sorrow
all in order, order stays
so start living you todays

 

[The Wanderer]

Moths and fatal affairs with flames

You
were my
mushroomcloud

btw, stay off the funny stuff, fungi

time for me to wanderoff... no more open mic for this fat elvis (no offense joel)

 

[foray]

today before tomorrow
only joy follows sorrow
all in order, order stays
so start living you todays

Sorta Stuck In A Moment-esque, eh? Hope you complete the song, Stories.

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you were squeaky clean when the lights were on
Enlighten us some more
now your body works in electric and glitter pulse

And I love this:

the caste of Kings
you whistle through caves and push back centuries

 

[famous rungi]

a lingering cheshire grin
fingernails cropped and curled
hooking on the carpet fur
scratching against my skin
every saturday I lie in bed
pissing myself in my drool
six-pack heinie's to try and look cool
we touched, I laughed, you said
you said "let's stop" - now
so we did, and we split, died, moved
sometimes we are one person split in two
muffle it but it's too fucking loud
it will shut society up, make them see
that you were fucking meant for me!

 

[foray]

my greatest joy
my ocean wave
my gravel path
my secret garden
my hidden door
something alien and special
growing in the snow
my time
my longing
the hall of our afternoon teas
and treks among trees
my senses
my tired heels
wonderment at firewords
something too beautiful
my handprint on the window
my feelings
most welcome poison
my tsunami
my apocalypse
my salvation
my gift

 

[Bonochick]

I sit and watch your every move
Did you forget that I was here?
I've always tried to fool myself
But now it's just too clear
I'm not the only one
That you sold your story to,
But now I know I was the only one
Who actually thought it was true

 

[ACROB@T]

a smothered comfort lost somewhere in sorrow
its blood kissed bond..pulled down in dignity
tempered pain where dark hearted angels blossomed
cut by ebony hidden stiches where life was once frayed
this broken dove, this river bred soul
haunted marks under their ivory tower hung in the sky
misplaced commitment, delierium etched cold
sleeping waterfalls wasted in silence
a mirror etched boundary where life's bled ovation ended
these woven scars that seeped into our lost dreams