Poetry

Tune to the rap: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chwyjG1F6Xs

Zed victor what's the time? What's that look on your face?

I'm here, a real alien from outer space,

What's it matter what all that is is made from? ("is is" is intentional)

Why worry why the cold's cold when you're home, safe and warm?

Why question the serenity, forever pondering a storm,

Good weather is good weather whether or not it can transform.

Fate is fate, and if it's real, it's done,

You're coded start-to-finish in zeros and ones.

If it's randomness that matter is, then to solve it would take a dunce,

The answer is no answer, organised chaos all at once,

You're inquisitive, aspiring to solved what's not a problem,

A cock's a cock and that won't stop even when it is not throbbin',

So you question why this happens, wonder how it came to be,

It's like you want to decode the Kraken but you're trapped far out at sea,

The answer isn't easy, thing is it's impossible, truly,

As soon as you answer what made everything, the God's not in reality,

Questioning the lies that NASA tells us; sphere-Earth, gravity,

This is a simulation, on that we can agree but we need to see eye to eye on more before the search has completed fully.

Dance with me in the rain under the pale moonlight

for the wolves are howling our melody tonight

her graceful bow lit by the moonlights spell

cast a lovely silhouette of a ballerina in her music box

our hands lightly touch the milky way in her eye

she softly tunes my heart to the sound of the tinkle bells

so then i prayed stars in the sky i pray to you tonight

hear my prayers so she can eternally be mine

then in one swift dizzying movement to her eyes

the winds gentle whisper in the night sky

i kissed her neck and stopped all time. 

problem's is correct, it was a play on words and is why i said "top's" and not '"top are"

fact's was a typo though, should be facts.

That's a sick beat. And... 'till I cum in these nuns," Lol... sick line. You are making me want to write a rap. I usually do poetry, but i guess it's not too different. I'mma have to go into the man cave, take a drink of absinthe, and paint the walls black once insanity has taken grip ;) ... 

(Alternative lyrics to Amazing Grace)Come fiery darts my way
The host of Heaven shall prevail
And rescue me that day
Before she left the womb
The sureties of my God shall keep
And raise her from the tomb

Check my R1 here:

Standing out isn’t an option
You’re too weird
Fashion? Just be trendy
That’s not cool
C O O L
It isn’t what we want
So you change
Change everything
Because you want to be their friend
You want to impress
Not degrees
Fitting in
Just fit in
And then you will get in
To the club
To the gang
To the team
To the group
Do this
Do that
I’m not comfortable with that
Well I want to be in
So I’ll do it
If it makes me fit in
And be cool
C O O L
You do it
And it goes wrong
Your life ruined
Brain damaged
But the damage was not your fall
It was your choice
You don’t have to fit in
You can be yourself
Yourself was cool enough
This wasn’t cool
No future, no friends
That’s not cool
C O O L

 jetblue

there's that moment

between the flapping

and the fall:

the old neanderthal

husk flutters up,

gripped by the mass

of matter's thrall.

once leveled off

and rothko we suspend

our worry on the width of wings:

all dark and heavy

things float soft above

the fluff struck dumb.

sunward pulling, trailing vapor,

wake and waking find

a thousand miles displaced:

a space more sensible

by the change of range,

mute chains of rain.

after the burn

but before the sinking

sets: inhaling indigo

in that moment,

then we go.

REEEEE

yeet

Click the link in my bio for all my poems

Some nice poetry indeed

You are a very talented poet

I am surprised beyond measure at how good your poetry is!

Who would have thought it? I can't hold the truth, very classy poetry gentlemen.

From Time ToTime
...E..buc...
 
Practice,"over time",
Makes better,"in time",
Whatever,"takes time".
In spite of,"limited time",
We find,"the time",
And possiblywe resonate, "with time".
 
We may also"extend or shorten time",
Relative to the"sum-total of time",
Being thatthere are those who take their "sweet time",
And others whoare constantly running "out of time".
 
So it happensthere is "no time",
In a Universethat is "full of time",
And those whokeep "track of time",
Warning us ofthe coming "end of time."
 
I have noillusions "about time",
Nor about thetheories "surrounding time", 
I do know thatthere is "a time",
To forget"about time."
 
Alas, this isthe end of "my time",
Talking ofendless ideas "involving time",
And allowingme a one final concept "concerning time."
 
That allpeople on occasion,

I am told that they are proud
I am told that I am blessing
But are they just messing with my mind?
Because I feel like I disappoint the entire world
Watching my life unfold
My eyes water looking into the gradebook
The hellish book of letters
That determine a future
Where a teacher hates you for knowing more facts
And having a passion for something you study
A rare occasion in a society
Where education seems like a chore
Overwhelming you to the most
Where kids in Africa chant “More school!”
Privellged students yell “Fuck school!”
But the hatred stems from the breeder
The creator of the life
The artist that molds the life the way the want it
Physical
Verbal
Mental
Abuse
Just to push them
And do what?
Push them to pits of anxiety and flairs of depressionWhere 23 out of 24 students have suffered from clinical anxiety
Where heart palpitations raise
And the shake in their shoes
Staring aimlessly at a screen
They complain about a generation being lazy
But their vision of the world is hazy 
Everyone thinks that this a part of life
But is being sick to your stomach
As teacher train you like minions
There algorithms of stress enducing torture
Just to make you suffer
When one letter in the entire alphabet
Loses you thousands of money in tuition
When 8 hours of homework is too much
So you take a hit of a vape
And your buddies film it
Stress hits you like a violent stab of a dagger
Next thing you college view it
And leave it on replay
Because the video was leaked
And it surfaced everywhere
You look like the druggy
But you were just stressed
And you aced every test you can take
But the colleges won’t take you
School doesn’t teach coping methodsAnd then you get home with your dream school now in your dreams
Cry and cry til the tears dry away
As your parents berate you with words of anguish
And that great feelings of sadness sweeps your body
A wave of worthlessness fills your soul
You see no purpose
You see no light
You can’t be right
Nothing will go right

Sounds like you have some distressed hate issues or close to others who do.

Expressing Ourselves
........ebuc.......
 
With reasoning thought
As prose or verse in rhyme,
Some of us are labeled as Poets
Others as philosophers of the mind.
 
We follow our earnest endeavors
With expressive emotions in kind
True to hearts contentment
Through eternty's embracement of time.
 
Lost in our words with passion
As all good souls have befell
Searching for those good ideas,
That ring true like a bell.
 
We seek the depths of knowledge,
Of whats known and unknown,
We follow a truly great pattern,
A tree of life we have grown.
 
Branching outward and inward,
May each bud have its say,
Our experiences are continually unfolding,
Throughout the night and each day.
 
Biology a recursively recycling,
A regurgative mesh behold,
Of spirits and souls around us,
Exposed as flesh we grow old.
 
Pleasing all the people,
With concepts and some verse,
Is a challenge for comedians,
Philosophers, poets and worse.
 
Seek and ye shall find,
All through the historical ages,
All manner of verse and orator,
Mystical and spiritual sages,
Everywhere are to be found.
 
Words may carry great power,
Of an intense conceptual nature,
They penetrate our esssence,
They define all nomenclature.
 
The rationale that follows
For a prose I combine and concoct,
Is to share a few insightful revelations,
Of mysteries I may unlock.
 
No the poems are not simple,
In fact their very complex,
For those who do not grasp them,
May feel that they have been hexed.
 
Lifes Universe can be awful pretty,
Or ugly and gulity as hell,
The way that I have defined it,
Is my own special spell.
 
Enough already you say!
Please give this reader a break,
From this philosophizing poet,
Whom i can hardly take.
 
Now you may feel kind reader,
That i have spoken enough,
Of ideas in prose and verse,
Now I sit and ponder
At how you may rebuff.

I didn't need life advice. I wanted to know your thoughts

My poems deal with feelings and emotions that people feel

Thanks Ehan! I use to be that kinda of 'angsty' teen... ;p  Good to see you are back active on the site. I've been gone for a bit dealing with a bunch of stuff and also teaching myself a couple new skills. But have some downtime at work so i thought i'd come out of hiding a little bit today and say hi.  

Hi! Hope you get your issues sorted. The board is always better with you actively on it. Don't hesitate to post another poem if you have it.

Sheep Story
...ebuc...
 
We are sheep,
We have no mind,
Sniff sheep ass,
Follow in a line.
 
We are sheep,
Got no free will,
Just shave myhide,
To give yourselfa frill.
 
We are sheep,
All woolly andsoft,
Trapped by afence,
Yet we don'tscoff.
 
We are sheep,
Blind to truth,
Follow thecommands,
Of a human namedRuth.
 
We are sheep,
We don't deny,
New posi-tronicbrain,
No need to cry.
 
We don't dream,
We don't chasecars,
Just emptybiologics,
Staring at thestars.

I would expect bsh1 to have posted something here.  I´m surprised.

You will find that people will think your best poems are the ones that mean the most to you. Angst and all.

Side note: Are you one of those authors that hate having to tell readers what your poems mean?