Interviewer:
"Are you a junkie??
Think real hard...
No?
Okay...
Then let's again start....
When you don't bathe ....how do you feel?"
Person:
"Very dirty almost like a snail...Oh...god....I'd kill for just a sniff
It's so fresh.....and so warm
I can't take this!!!!!!!! I have to go home!!! Slip out of my clothes, close the door.....
And lay in my bed of water and foam
Until I start to disappear
And my brain pours out of my ears
And my stomach burns with watermelon acid foam
Bubbles in dreams, bubbles in form
Bubbles with a perfect peach smell......
Perfect warmth............
peachyyy hell"
Until I start to disappear
And my brain pours out of my ears
And my stomach burns with watermelon acid foam
Bubbles in dreams, bubbles in form
Bubbles with a perfect peach smell......
Perfect warmth............
peachyyy hell"
I love all your stuff but this one is the best so far.
__________________ Chornyi-
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
http://www.angelfire.com/psy/meerkat/
RISHLOO- http://www.rishloo.com
*Adopted by peachyyy- my new mom!!!*
Well, it's interesting. It seems more of a little prose than poetry. ((not that that's a bad thing, just saying, I guess.)). The puntuation kind of irritates me, but I guess it's for the effect.
__________________ Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
I wish people would stop flooding the letters section with shit like this. It's obvious you didn't try to make sense, or have any form to it. It's just random spewings on my screen. I don't usually react negative to people's "creativity" on here, but I'm getting sick of you and a couple others flooding this section with random shit that means nothing, and that anyone could come up with.
Here, I'll make some shit up right now:
Dark pain,
contrived.
whore on a needle
fucking time and space.
The sun is dead and nothing
lives
but assholes and elbows
eternal tears.
Pierced and livid
like butterfly sacrifices
and hemroid tissue scars.
Fuck me raw and ragged
Warfare of the dissenchanted
Stop and die
to live again
my love, my life, my hated one.
Slutty putty puddin pie,
I cry and die, and contort inside.
I am nothing, no one, somehow living
this puzzle of pieces and sorrow and giving.
Blah blah fucking blah.
Wow, that's deep, dark, and secretive. Except for the fact that I wrote that in about 1 minute and it means absolutely nothing. Now someone compliment me on how I can "code" my deep metaphors so well.
it's not supposed to be "deep, dark , secretive"
it's about bathing stupids
It's obviously about bathing, likes it's obviously trying to make bathing some fascinating issue. This isn't the only "poem" I'm refering to. I just posted this here because this is the latest I've read, and the last I read, after sifting through all of the very similar shit posting lately in this section by a few of you.
this isn't a poem, it's undefined shit I'll keep posting until I'm bored
this is about being obssesed about bathing
I can write about anything I want
I don't really care
This is stupid
I don't know
Whatever
it's not important
it just sucks
fuck
well
I don't really know what I'm trying to say
but
I'll keep up the good work
Thank you
hahaha
so lame
I know
well
whatever
ho
Dark pain,
contrived.
whore on a needle
fucking time and space.
The sun is dead and nothing
lives
but assholes and elbows
eternal tears.
Pierced and livid
like butterfly sacrifices
and hemroid tissue scars.
Fuck me raw and ragged
Warfare of the dissenchanted
Stop and die
to live again
my love, my life, my hated one.
Slutty putty puddin pie,
I cry and die, and contort inside.
I am nothing, no one, somehow living
this puzzle of pieces and sorrow and giving.
Blah blah fucking blah.
Wow, that's deep, dark, and secretive. Probably your best stuff so far. My favourite part is that:
"Fuck"
Dark pain,
contrived.
whore on a needle
fucking time and space.
The sun is dead and nothing
lives
but assholes and elbows
eternal tears.
Pierced and livid
like butterfly sacrifices
and hemroid tissue scars.
Fuck me raw and ragged
Warfare of the dissenchanted
Stop and die
to live again
my love, my life, my hated one.
Slutty putty puddin pie,
I cry and die, and contort inside.
I am nothing, no one, somehow living
this puzzle of pieces and sorrow and giving.
Blah blah fucking blah.
*tears up* That was...simply fantastic, Hoggy. I'd like to compliment you on how you "code" your deep metaphors so well. What a work of art.
__________________ Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
*tears up* That was...simply fantastic, Hoggy. I'd like to compliment you on how you "code" your deep metaphors so well. What a work of art.
Yes, thank you. That's an abstract piece actually, about how I used to shit my pants as a child, my mother was a Whippits junkie, and what a rapist god is. Thank you.
