Two Cheeseburgers, A Large Fire, and A 42 Ounce Drink
The scale reads "get off"
Your too big for your car
You sit around like a sloth
You dream of being a star
"I'm Asthmatic" you always say
We all know you're lying
You won't even play!
You always complain about your weight whilst sighing
It's your own damn fault!
"Work Out!" We scream!
You yell "I just love Salt!"
"Go Join the Biggest Loser Team!"
Eating at McDonald's everyday
Will not fix your problem
It ruins everything you do
Sometimes you can't even Poo!
You are a self-hating prick.
So quit *****ing about pay
Because you spend 13 Dollars on Fast Food
Everyday.
This poem is also known as "Look how pissed off Yanni is" as I wrote it in the Teacher's Room today after this 500 LBS kid walked by.
Just venting.
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My hero wanted to be on top of the world
so he collected fast cars and faster girls
the cover of a magazine said he was cool
we found him at the bottom of his indoor pool
My hero always fought like a hungry lion
he could find trouble without even trying
his reputation stood ahead of him in line
now he's face down with a bullet in his spine
Having heroes isn't what it used to be
it used to be that they were better than me
I used to look up to them like they were kings
now they reflect the evil in everything
My hero never wanted to grow up
so he drank from the fountain till he was drunk
tried to live everyday like he was 21
well wouldn't you know it he died young
My hero had his name on his tennis shoes
had his own show on MTV News
Shined on like superman for the camera crews
turns out he looked good in a casket too
Having heroes isn't what it used to be
it used to be that they were better than me
I used to look up to them like they were kings
now they reflect the evil in everything
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“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Emotion is dead. I killed the kingdom last night:
its queen fell off the parapet, impaled herself in thorns:
king savagely beheaded by the raging bourgeoisie.
I led my subjects, jesters all, to the castle's top:
watched the lands burn from arson, moss overgrew the windows:
we mocked their protectors' feeble failures,
their battered husks' defeated, bitter,
cheered "Victory!" on the throne,
and laughed until we turned to stone.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I was once degraded to the state of potential when the eyes are on you and all you feel you can do is hope, and hope that life's mystery that has despaired to many comes true all you hope for is the enemy across from you Won't underliningly hold the key to your future and what hopes you still possess and the fact you could survive, thrives on
I wake up with a stiff pain
can't move my neck for a tumor sticking out the side
swollen lymph node
take some pills
Next day, ****ty night, shaking fevers
spots everywhere
allergic to the pills
take some different pills
Next day bloodshot, worse sleep than the last
spots are angry hives
hospital trip
take some more pills
But my body is rejecting a system where we
consume each other like pills
I threw up when they took my blood
out of sheer revulsion
I joked, said I was a wimp
but I asked if I was the only one strong enough
to be sick with this world
Sweating for hours, vitals taken (stolen)
they don't know what it is
but they gave me some more pills
My skin is still pockmarked with the scars of a
virus? disease? allergic reaction?
we can't classify it but it eats at me every day
a manifestation of a pill-popping society
Angry
Bread and butter
Clear the clutter
from my chest
smoking cest
Is the best
In this time of stress
I'm truly a mess
And you're out of luck
So go kill yourself, you ****.
I reserve the right to change this later if I feel the need.
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The trigger on my volver could not come down any farther -
any harder and I swear it would be spitting shooting stars to mars ;
oh, hear the hammer ! Oozing eerie thunder !
whilst the cylinder is screaming ,
spinning children to the daemon -
for my finger could not slumber any longer .
the clutter has gone viral; I'm walled in
it's ****ing train shoes clown wrecked
door to door
furniture and tools, smirking impenitently
boxes, tables, catty-cornered-- tipping over
beat it down, compress and stack it up again
muscles atrophied inside a landslid cave
cohabitation made me crazy
left me forbidden to say boom shiva
and throw it out
wicker, wire, wrung, bent, twisted, sharp
hooks and nails left bare, sledge left outside
doors swing inward
roof is leaking insulation
ruddy running rainwater attempts to drown
human skin accumulating, suffocates
ventilation spewing heated wind
acrid trash lets sweet air all run thin
candles bent, infernal hell-hole-home
tiptoe carefully across mountains of filth
smeared walls, alcohol could not erase
broken glass and fetid traps, the floor
in holes, can I tunnel under cement?
“I spend half my damn prep-time,
Just bleeding in a sink.
“A Masochistic circle jerk like a ****ing poorly lit, poets only skating rink.
“Like what’s the ****ing point of all the self loathing?
Just say **** some more, and wear brighter clothing!
"What’s the ****ing point of pointing fingers-
If they don’t point away?
"So step back from the ledge-
And enjoy all the pain
"And you can dredge up old memories-
Or leave em and let em stain,
"Or you can walk the **** away, head and middle finger held high,
Hop on a train, and say, ‘**** you, as well as I.’”
I completely accept the consequences if the poem is...somewhat offensive, and deemed inappropriate by the staff at Magic The Gathering: Salvation. I wrote how I felt, to the best of my ability- and the use of **** happened to provide a straightforward tool for expressing frustration, spite and anger without any confusion, or the possibility of misunderstanding.
I'm always fighting alien invaders
and arresting crooked wall street traders
My friends and I are Wolverines!
with fathers actually worth avenging
Steve McQueen chases me in Bullitt
and Billy Ray Cirus admires my Mullett
I'm surrounded by zombies hungry for brains
lucky my shotgun shells never drain
I win the presidential election in 2020
and do it with youtube not a ****load of money
I'm so damn important I want my own autograph
I'm the most fascinating person, Barbara Walters said that
I tell a joke so funny Chuck Norris cries
we cure cancer with his tears saving millions of lives
All of these memories I wish I could keep
why oh why can't I ever die in my sleep
Monrovia.
A capital named after a capitalist pig-dog.
Imperialist deal breakers.
The serenity of the moments in such terrible heat often go unnoticed.
Infinity existence.
Slightly reminiscent.
Of a simpler time.
But why are we living so simply
in a town named after such greatness.
A statement of rapists.
We welcome them with open arms, and yet they'd rather rape us.
And after you get your nut, why do you still hate us?
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I am your harshest blessing
and most fortunate star-curse,
the sycophantic conscience where your thoughts
have now been long forgotten and interred.
I am the path of light in your eclipse.
STOP-WAKE UP! I-NEED-YOU-NOW-ARISE:
"You are the deadly sustenance I crave,
my daily psychoactive sedative,
enslaving me with bittersweet delirium!"
Merry Christmas
Ho ho ho.
Up and down
The child is crying on the ground
It's time to go!
Billy has a stain on his pants
Should have checked the police report.
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I opened up her clasp of heart,
the chain a-drape about my hand,
to free the beast of love forgot
away from me unto the land.
I've spread my woe but kept a hope
down within my deepest pocket;
rolling betwixt my fingers tucked -
not unlike Pandora’s locket.
--
This poem is using Pandora's box as a metaphor. I wanted to note this in case anyone thought I was getting the myth wrong with my word choice of 'locket.' Like with Pandora, only "hope" remains inside the object after freeing the negative out into the world.
As I stare at a mirror
But for the first time;
I see no fear or furor
So I light a match, and on the count of ten
Shattered the spectacles
And made them a knife
But mother never taught me;
Jade can’t end a life.
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nightrise
peerless
insects sing at your hem
spilling over to shadowed d/eMin-shines
music of night
the domain of your owl's eyes
concordant with rodents like me
This is a Shivan Ampersand
The scale reads "get off"
Your too big for your car
You sit around like a sloth
You dream of being a star
"I'm Asthmatic" you always say
We all know you're lying
You won't even play!
You always complain about your weight whilst sighing
It's your own damn fault!
"Work Out!" We scream!
You yell "I just love Salt!"
"Go Join the Biggest Loser Team!"
Eating at McDonald's everyday
Will not fix your problem
It ruins everything you do
Sometimes you can't even Poo!
You are a self-hating prick.
So quit *****ing about pay
Because you spend 13 Dollars on Fast Food
Everyday.
This poem is also known as "Look how pissed off Yanni is" as I wrote it in the Teacher's Room today after this 500 LBS kid walked by.
Just venting.
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My hero wanted to be on top of the world
so he collected fast cars and faster girls
the cover of a magazine said he was cool
we found him at the bottom of his indoor pool
My hero always fought like a hungry lion
he could find trouble without even trying
his reputation stood ahead of him in line
now he's face down with a bullet in his spine
Having heroes isn't what it used to be
it used to be that they were better than me
I used to look up to them like they were kings
now they reflect the evil in everything
My hero never wanted to grow up
so he drank from the fountain till he was drunk
tried to live everyday like he was 21
well wouldn't you know it he died young
My hero had his name on his tennis shoes
had his own show on MTV News
Shined on like superman for the camera crews
turns out he looked good in a casket too
Having heroes isn't what it used to be
it used to be that they were better than me
I used to look up to them like they were kings
now they reflect the evil in everything
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Emotion is dead. I killed the kingdom last night:
its queen fell off the parapet, impaled herself in thorns:
king savagely beheaded by the raging bourgeoisie.
I led my subjects, jesters all, to the castle's top:
watched the lands burn from arson, moss overgrew the windows:
we mocked their protectors' feeble failures,
their battered husks' defeated, bitter,
cheered "Victory!" on the throne,
and laughed until we turned to stone.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Worlds 2011
Braham thomas
I wake up with a stiff pain
can't move my neck for a tumor sticking out the side
swollen lymph node
take some pills
Next day, ****ty night, shaking fevers
spots everywhere
allergic to the pills
take some different pills
Next day bloodshot, worse sleep than the last
spots are angry hives
hospital trip
take some more pills
But my body is rejecting a system where we
consume each other like pills
I threw up when they took my blood
out of sheer revulsion
I joked, said I was a wimp
but I asked if I was the only one strong enough
to be sick with this world
Sweating for hours, vitals taken (stolen)
they don't know what it is
but they gave me some more pills
My skin is still pockmarked with the scars of a
virus? disease? allergic reaction?
we can't classify it but it eats at me every day
a manifestation of a pill-popping society
We're over 10 poems again, unfortunately. The following poems will appear in Round 141:
Spitting in the third eye by Sam111111
""I was once degraded..." brahamthomas
Medication by Talore
I reserve the right to change this later if I feel the need.
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The trigger on my volver could not come down any farther -
any harder and I swear it would be spitting shooting stars to mars ;
oh, hear the hammer ! Oozing eerie thunder !
whilst the cylinder is screaming ,
spinning children to the daemon -
for my finger could not slumber any longer .
the clutter has gone viral; I'm walled in
it's ****ing train shoes clown wrecked
door to door
furniture and tools, smirking impenitently
boxes, tables, catty-cornered-- tipping over
beat it down, compress and stack it up again
muscles atrophied inside a landslid cave
cohabitation made me crazy
left me forbidden to say boom shiva
and throw it out
wicker, wire, wrung, bent, twisted, sharp
hooks and nails left bare, sledge left outside
doors swing inward
roof is leaking insulation
ruddy running rainwater attempts to drown
human skin accumulating, suffocates
ventilation spewing heated wind
acrid trash lets sweet air all run thin
candles bent, infernal hell-hole-home
tiptoe carefully across mountains of filth
smeared walls, alcohol could not erase
broken glass and fetid traps, the floor
in holes, can I tunnel under cement?
This is a Shivan Ampersand
And walked to the brink
Said to myself,
“Hey, the **** do you think?
“I spend half my damn prep-time,
Just bleeding in a sink.
“A Masochistic circle jerk like a ****ing poorly lit, poets only skating rink.
“Like what’s the ****ing point of all the self loathing?
Just say **** some more, and wear brighter clothing!
"What’s the ****ing point of pointing fingers-
If they don’t point away?
"So step back from the ledge-
And enjoy all the pain
"And you can dredge up old memories-
Or leave em and let em stain,
"Or you can walk the **** away, head and middle finger held high,
Hop on a train, and say, ‘**** you, as well as I.’”
I completely accept the consequences if the poem is...somewhat offensive, and deemed inappropriate by the staff at Magic The Gathering: Salvation. I wrote how I felt, to the best of my ability- and the use of **** happened to provide a straightforward tool for expressing frustration, spite and anger without any confusion, or the possibility of misunderstanding.
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Star Beyond
It shines in the darkness
difficult to see
That light above
faint
illusory
and distant
As I focus upon it
hopeful for change
I see it flicker
twinkle
and fade
Yet it is still there
and I must
Believe
it is real
I'm always fighting alien invaders
and arresting crooked wall street traders
My friends and I are Wolverines!
with fathers actually worth avenging
Steve McQueen chases me in Bullitt
and Billy Ray Cirus admires my Mullett
I'm surrounded by zombies hungry for brains
lucky my shotgun shells never drain
I win the presidential election in 2020
and do it with youtube not a ****load of money
I'm so damn important I want my own autograph
I'm the most fascinating person, Barbara Walters said that
I tell a joke so funny Chuck Norris cries
we cure cancer with his tears saving millions of lives
All of these memories I wish I could keep
why oh why can't I ever die in my sleep
-Amory McKeever 12/17/2011
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
The poet must find his pleasure
Jesus is sacrossanct
a thousand itchings
scratching the spleen.
And when the exposures
rotten were
gutless he antecipated
the sacrifice
"I can't wait any longer"
when dawn has arrived
carrion fed
the last verse
stood still
until the last sigh of mine
Who wants a pancreas?
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Of your impassionate eye
Has buried my heart
Deep within an embered vault
To be forgotten in flames.
We're over 10 poems so the following poems will appear in round 142:
Untitled by IcecreamMan80
Pleasures Slightly Tweaked by Guilan
"The smoldering fire..." by Urbanus
I am a soldier.
I only need one tool
only need one canvas
Just need a gun-
and a method for my madness.
open to change at a later date
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He never hears.
He never thinks I keep him down.
What he doesn't realize,
Is that he's my little clown.
B Zombie EDH led by Sheoldred B
Monrovia.
A capital named after a capitalist pig-dog.
Imperialist deal breakers.
The serenity of the moments in such terrible heat often go unnoticed.
Infinity existence.
Slightly reminiscent.
Of a simpler time.
But why are we living so simply
in a town named after such greatness.
A statement of rapists.
We welcome them with open arms, and yet they'd rather rape us.
And after you get your nut, why do you still hate us?
I am your harshest blessing
and most fortunate star-curse,
the sycophantic conscience where your thoughts
have now been long forgotten and interred.
I am the path of light in your eclipse.
STOP-WAKE UP! I-NEED-YOU-NOW-ARISE:
"You are the deadly sustenance I crave,
my daily psychoactive sedative,
enslaving me with bittersweet delirium!"
This is a Shivan Ampersand
Ho ho ho.
Up and down
The child is crying on the ground
It's time to go!
Billy has a stain on his pants
Should have checked the police report.
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I opened up her clasp of heart,
the chain a-drape about my hand,
to free the beast of love forgot
away from me unto the land.
I've spread my woe but kept a hope
down within my deepest pocket;
rolling betwixt my fingers tucked -
not unlike Pandora’s locket.
--
Azure mist swells through a plastic vial
bubling through the depths
By flame through water
To air from the earth
We are the shamans
Sacrilege is our call
a resonant horn sounds through artificial sound
We are the explorers
Barganing with the spirit world
Through leaf and angst
Beating against the howling chains
Of the gentle oppressor
Tonight, we are free.
(That's why weed is illegal)
Two Paths.
One safe traveled.
Through the calm plains,
Through the open air.
Serene and beautiful.
Known and obvious.
One harsh marched.
Through the rigid rock,
Through the ripping tide.
Awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Mysterious and questioned.
Choose one.
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