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April is finally over, which means it's time to share some amazing poetry in honor of National Poetry Month.
National Poetry Month is celebrated by the United States and Canada in April, while Great Britain celebrates it in October.
Without further ado:
"Minds Content to Rot"
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"Before"
"Mistress"
"Widdendreams"
"The giraffes dreams"
"It's a Duet"
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"I Believe In Me"
"Dreams"
"I Will Create As I Speak"
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"Gray"
"My Broken Heart"
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"To Central Street"
"Peering Through"
"Elegy"
"Beauty in Failure"
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A major thanks to everyone who participated.
National Poetry Month is celebrated by the United States and Canada in April, while Great Britain celebrates it in October.
Without further ado:
"Minds Content to Rot"
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"Before"
BeforeThe morningby
the sky shimmered pink
And red leaves were melting
down
to preside over black ants passing
He spoke nostalgia,
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"Mistress"
MistressAnd there she was in the garden aloneby
A shimmering dream where phantoms glow
Her eyes afire for only one moment in time
Her parted lips breathe an excuse for life
She feigns the veil to breed malcontent
Whispers words of disarray
Sows seeds of doubt in the righteous trust
And greets the night without a smile
She croons her sleepless ballad of rebuke
Sings songs that promise the world
Has time enough for every man
But not the pity to spare
She's queen of all her hand can touch
Master of the hopeless few
Beckons for a desperate love
To spurn when the time is right
"Widdendreams"
WiddendreamsFlickering black to white,by
I dwell in a widdendream
of stark opportunity.
Lost in a sea supreme
of suppositions
I never quite fulfill;
I walk a razor's edge
in this surreality,
leaving bloody footprints
in my wake.
This winding dream
slices through my vernacular
leaving my tongue bleeding.
A widening dreamscape
painted for posterity;
showcasing a syntax
of sharpened widdendreams.
"The giraffes dreams"
The giraffes dreamsDreams give you hope among many thingsby
And the girraffe had dreamed for so many days
So with strong willpower he grew himself wings
That he could fly into space and frolik and play.
Then the girafe flew, with all of his might
Into the darkness away from the sun
And when he found dusk, the beginning of night,
he stopped and he fluttered and looked for some fun.
"Stars stars" he yelled "come out here its true"
"I've grown some wings so I can come play with you"
And one by one the stars they came out
They sparkled and twinkled and hovered about
and they grinned and they laughed and all started to shout
"but a giraffe cannot fly, go away, go on, shooo!
We are wishing stars and can not play with you."
The giraffe felt his heart break his eyes filled with tears.
"But I've been dreaming of playing with you stars for years
I even grew wings just so I could fly,
So couldnt you play, please give it a try."
The stars gathered together and whispered in haste
While the giraffe sat there hovering, s
"It's a Duet"
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"I Believe In Me"
I Believe In Meby
You say I can’t make it,
You say to give up.
At times your words make me weak.
But I won’t give in.
I know what is best for me,
I’ve worked too hard to give up now.
I believe I can,
I believe I will,
Reach all my dreams.
You can try and stop me,
But you won’t be able to.
Because I believe,
In my hopes,
My dreams,
And me.
"Dreams"
Dreams.Dreams.by
Dreams are like soap bubbles.
Brightly, like mirrors.
and Transient, Charming.
Aberrant but nevertheless clear.
They seem so close.
However.
If one is next to them.
They burst.
"I Will Create As I Speak"
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"Gray"
Grayby
black
and
white
back
and
forth
we stand
and watch the pendulum sway
while all the while
our foolish pride
and unfounded fears
paint the world
"My Broken Heart"
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"To Central Street"
To Central StreetHe had always known the abstract,by
the moral,
was none but a profane
commodity.
The powers of possession
violated through his fingertips,
winding flickers down a trigger, hollowed out and the drippings
clicking like a dizzy liquid--
and the way he curled the glass to its overflow, it pulled him like a
violin string
half-tuned and cocked in its cradle, a dilated smile locked into release and
paling,
so softly
like a tired amphetamine.
And static
is a nectar,
eyes waxed and melted to a pool
of contentment, in the crackling sacrelige
that hums like an empty room.
Control is sweet, for a house
is built to home you-
the bullet languished in his sleeping teeth.
But how it moans,
it stings like obligation
to teeter out to the mouthy streets
when they're just an unfilled prescription spitting back at him.
And he had always known that he was
just another jawline hair fracture rattling one last fleck of affect
out of its casing, afraid
he might take the whole round
if else.
"Peering Through"
Peering ThroughIt’s strange to see that wall where you used to standby
I didn’t build it
I didn’t want it
But it’s there, standing thick and tall
With a window veiled by cobwebs
Just to tease me.
I rip the thin lace
But it’s more stubborn than I thought it would be,
Clinging to my hands and clothes and hair,
And it hasn’t really improved the view.
There’s a frosty mist creeping across,
So I get my sleeve and try to wipe it away,
But it seems the glass is cloudy on your side…
Not mine.
I can just make out your figure in the fog
Your back is turned, but by the way your shaking
I can see your laughing – perfectly happy
Whilst I am left on the outskirts
The outside
Of your mind…
"Elegy"
ElegyIt’s hard to write an elegyby
For somebody that you like to pretend
Isn’t really dead.
Because death is real.
It’s cold. It’s unforgiving.
It’s a cutting winter air,
In the unsuspecting lungs
Of a carefree summer.
And speaking of summer;
Do you remember the time that we
Ran until there was nowhere left to run to?
And when we were at a place
where there was nothing,
We had everything?
Do you remember
that I spun,
And spun,
And spun,
Until the earth stood still?
And then, do you remember
How I collapsed into the grass?
The grass was green then too.
I was exhausted from performing my magic,
And you kissed my eyes closed.
The way that I say I hate, but secretly love.
And we lay there,
Sprawled against the earth,
And time stood still.
Then, do you remember,
How you took me in your arms,
And how we spun in reverse?
And we undid the magic,
And bit by bit,
All became normal again?
Can you still remember this?
Maybe you can.
Maybe you can’t.
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"Beauty in Failure"
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A major thanks to everyone who participated.
NaPoWriMo!
It's that time of year again!
I plan on writing one a day for the entire month much like last year. However, I don't know if I'm going to upload any or all of them to dA at this point. Maybe I'll upload my favorites at the end of the month... I dunno. I have a feeling they're going to be very personal and emotional though... I've gone through a lot of ups and downs over the past few weeks, and that's probably going to be where I'll draw my inspiration from.
So... yeah. Hope you all try to at least write one poem to celebrate this month! :la:
Rant
Job hunting is a bitch.
I graduated college with a degree in Electrical Engineering in December, and I've been searching for a job on and off since. I've only had a couple interviews, heard a few "no"s, and got no responses from everyone else... which is pretty damn annoying. I mean, to be honest, I do have zero work experience in my field of study, and my GPA wasn't great. But many of the jobs I'm looking at require you to have 5-10+ years' worth of experience before they'll even consider hiring you. It's like that stupid commercial: I can't get a job because I don't have any experience because I can't get a job...
At the very least, I cou
NaPoWriMo Finale
I can't believe I actually completed NaPoWriMo. Yeah, I cheated and wrote multiple poems a day to catch up for the days I was too busy to write during, but I wrote 30 poems throughout the month, and I call that a win. :thumbsup: Huge thanks to NK for pushing and prodding me to write because without her, I probably would've stopped a long time ago due to not having any time (or, in reality, not making myself sit down and write).
I'm not going to post a link here because it's super easy to find them all in my gallery. They're under the NaPoWriMo 2015 folder.
Updates
Hey guys, long time no see! :wave:
So, I've spent the past God knows how long lurking in the shadows of this site, and I've decided that maybe it's time to get back into making art. I'm taking a drawing class this semester, so I've been working a lot with that. That class forced me to go back to the basics and relearn line and value techniques that I hadn't used in years. We're working charcoal self-portraits currently, which is fun. Messy, but fun.
Then there's NaPoWriMo write right around the corner. I had been considering doing it again this year since it's been so long since I've written, but I wasn't too sure. Then I linked a friend of
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Thank you very much for the feature some lovely choices all around ^^