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TWO VOICE MONOLOGUE
I came, I saw, I concurred... an interesting concept !
A comments section immediately springs to mind,where everyone's suggestions are posted, whether implemented or not! (tada a suggestion)
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You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows, especially Michael Fish.
That's a message for Gerald!
Nothing to say!!
if God thought
you
were so special
that
He made you
different
from everyone else
then
surely He meant
for
you to be
yourself
snowdark
oops, if one just gets into clicking, then one keeps the form empty.
a way of going away
from
Nova
If it were up to me,
I would let you see everything.
You could tour the universe,
witness the end and the beginning.
You could feel what it's like
to be sucked into a black hole
and spit forth on the other side.
You could explode like a nova,
feel yourself hurtling out from a center,
bright and fast, at incredible speeds,
in the darkness of space, scattering light.
Your reserved rights undermine the concept of the page and may ensure that the page will have not content. A self-fulfilling prophesy.
generations of untranslatable texts
and every time I return to look
it's empty as a closed book
there's nothing here for me to see
which clears the form and lets it be
if the form is blank each time I try
memory too fails by and by
blank stages
up
right
left
down
unblocked but for the opening
and the curtain
call 1-800-555-5555
for reservations
the critics call it
shannpalmer
I should have put a poem on the wall
when they replaced the lockers
I had a permanent marker
and at least three ideas
At lunch I had a spinach salad
and made plans for a movie
when I returned the new blue lockers
were in place and my poem was lost
if the building burns I will tell people
I wrote a poem on the wall
when they replaced the lockers.
shannpalmer
TWO VOICE MONOLOGUE
I am content
to watch and wait
and find your all
love
this idea
for new graffiti
and much more interesting
than
most
but no one else comes to
the party no one cared about
bringing gifts should be reason enough
to get gussied up and go
some people can't let go
tethered
tenuously
to
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THREE WORD SUICIDE POEM
H
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BANG BULLET
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Repeat 10000000000000000 Times.
What a happy gathering!
Smash the teacups
And melt the ice-cream
Make the scones stale
And the cheese hard
Spoil and put on the dampers
Say the wrong things
That Uncle X and Auntie Y
Would hate to hear
Revolutionise the soiree
With a little harmless
Subversion!
Ordinary Magic
the bathrooms
are upstairs in the loft
graffiti covers the walls
like colored ribbons
among the phone numbers
offering sex and opinions
on why men suck
one in particular
made me laugh as I
sat in the stall
pissing away 3 cups
of expensive special roast:
'beware of lesbian
limbo dancers'
Crisp new page
full pen
empty brain.
by JIM
by it's very name and nature
are not ordinary at all A tall
man grew that way because he is
a stretch from bones long powdered
by the hammer of relentlessness
all the king's men can't put him back
the way he came (but once this way)
I don't know why anyone of sense
ever expected the horses to do so.
sometimes nicness is the cruelst torture, for it like all things dies.
The life is a little bottle full of wine !
its mouth opened at last
the wine breathes
just like that
racoons
EAT CHRIS DE BURGH
I didn't believe him.
"The point of the eye is to see", he said.
Idiot, I thought. Too obvious.
The point of the eye is to close.
Someone once said life is what happens
To you while youre waiting for it
God I hope not
I believe we are on earth to fulfill our destinies
Drink open mouthed from the cup and all that
Pour our heads into the bodies of
Shattered monuments needing new heads
Like the Nike of Samothrace, for one.
Yet I feel my training intrude
Long days indoors daily and forever indoors
All my life it seems indoors
It is emphatically clear I am unfit for legal studies
How am I to read these heavy books in bed?
I can't even keep straight the signifier from the signifed
I want to travel and breathe instead
Throw up this degree and its promises and threats
Blue collar this, bad clothes, and debts
Travel and live outdoors instead
I know what the grasshopper said
And I know too that the ant wanted his death
What the grasshooper said so merry and glad
Travel and live outdoors instead
But just try withdrawing from classes
First you have to face down the dean and march against the army of your mother
Look into your own widowed mother's buzzing maybe crying little head
You'd have to be crazy to go and do a thing like that.
Travel and breathe and live instead.
God hear me now- you don't hear so good indoors
If I was outdoors maybe you could hear me better
I want to be life size not this instead.
Ani Difranco: Swan Dive Cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand, feels like a baby bird, fallen from the nest. I think that your body is somthing I understand, I think that I'm happy, I think that I'm blessed. I've had a lack of inhibition, I've had a loss of persperctive. I've had a little bit to drink and it's making me think, that I can jump ship and swim, that the ocean will hold me, that there's got to be more then this boat I'm in. And they can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need is one in a million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed. And gravity is nothing to me, I'm moving at the speed of sound, I'm just gonna get my feet wet, until I drown. I teeter between tired, and really really tired. I'm wiped and I'm wired, but this is just as well, cause I've built my own empire, out of car tires and chicken wire, I'm queen of my own compost heap and I'm getting used to the smell. I've had a lack of information, I've had a little revelation, I'm climbing up on the railing, trying not to look down, and I'm going to do my best swan dive, into shark infested waters, I'm gonna pull out my tampon and start splashing around. Cause I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do than survive. I've got the memory of your warm skin in my hand,I've got a vision of love, blue sky and dry land. Craddling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand, the ship is pitching and heaving, our limbs are bobbing and weaving, I think that this is...one thing I understand. I just need a couple vaccinations, from my far away vacation, I'm gonna go ahead and go boldly, cause the little bird told me, the jumping is easy, the falling is fun, right up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering, stunned, and they can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one in a million and they can call me brilliant, if I succeed. And gravity is nothing to me, I'm moving at the speed of sound, I'm just going to get my feet wet, until I drown. I'm just gonna get my feet wet until I drown, I'm just gonna get my feet wet, yeah, until I drown.
Sitting.
Contemplating thought gone digital.
One wonders at time spent in silence,
But as a penny saved is said to be Earned,
Perhaps words not spoken sow
Thoughts of root and nourishment.
Andrew W.
There is no way back from this page to your site? (There is now.)
So this is where the dreams can be held?
A world of shortened breath,
wine drunk smells,
and empty peoples tales.
shhh....
you can hear them
give me the light
go away
Second Thoughts:
My husband isn't sexy
He's grown a big beer gut-
our love life's non-existent
And we've settled in a rut!
Now I can't stop my eye from roving
Though I don't meet many men:
The milkman's bald, the postman old
The butcher? One out of ten!
But the plumber is quite hunky:
He could well turn on my tap-
I'll invent a blocked-up cistern
And he'll walk into my trap!
I'll recline in something see-through
To show off my naughty bits-
My stomach's flat, my bottom trim
But I wish I had big tits!
suckle peaches in the stardusk mine mine and yours
today i imagined im from an another world,
my imagination just swirled and swirled.
Our celtic past.
Our catholic past.
'yOU'rE OvErtAkEn
bY'
'a sEncE''spOOkY'
'Of drEAd'
'It's a mOdErn sEncE'
isn't it.
Maybe a liTTtle lesS
but then again
a little mOre
eVen movE some to the right
or at least say..."leave this area bLank"
Hector at Delphi
Cassandra spoke, Barefoot on the chill marble floor, I did not hear though I had come to listen, I did not understand for upon her proclamation I did not want to know. To perish by Achilles' spear upon the bridge of Troy and Pallas feigning Deiphobus form. Betrayed by the gods to pay the duty for the crimes of Troy. I walk away empty of dreams, my future a green mound beyond the tiered walls of Troy.
fodder, fodder everywhere
why doesn't my filter block it out, why doesn't my mind cease to be amazed
look at these walls
look at these webs
so filled yet so empty
should I celebrate it,
or should I fear it
my brain fodder expands to fill the space alloted
my mind fodder seeps through the cracks
my heart fodder dribbles over the dikes
there is no stopping
the sea of fodder
When I awoke today ... I looked Death in the face.
Whoa ... it looked GOOD!
So full of promise!
Promises of no more pain
Promises of no more heartache
Promises of no more tears, no more sorrow.
Promises of total finality& no more worries ...
Just
The calm
Of
Non~existence
That is the Pandemonium
I saw today.
What have you seen?
Do You Wanna?
~Chris~
I need all the words that rhyme with world