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#61 porkchop

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Posted 03 August 2012 - 03:44 AM

With each drop
Make sense of visions
Point and shoot
Blank
Good Choice
Tender choice
The Magic smoke
Exchanged for oxygen
Supplements growth
Spit-fire fresh noise
Bright thought
Bright thought
The exchange was life
Blank purposeful misfire

#62 iatebadshrooms

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Posted 06 August 2012 - 12:56 AM

How to write a poem.

writting a poem is the easiest thing a being could ever do. uh, wait a minute, i take it back, your mom was the easiest thing for the whole crew to screw, Please now people, turn to page 2.

I should really just stop all this vulger and discusting talk right now, before I roll this verse over an flip the switch, turn the music up right, but the lyrics inside my mind,
way the fuck down, oh no wait a minute , im just show casing my talent so turn your hearing aids up right now,

you heard it hear first, so Ill go ahead and give you my full flavor, it comes in red, white and blue , never gone black, but my man may just hang yall later, wait a minute im sorry that was extremely inpolite, but it was a white joke so get back under your sheets. Fuck it just where em over your face, I got two horses so hop on dude, lets go chase down MASE>

bitching bout never catching a break, what about the O.J. case
. but wait a minute lets stop here and think. what if you just go to college , get drunk as fuck, start fights and parties and throw the fuck up? thats pretty nasty but not as nasty as your own face is, you seem a little slow so ill slow down the pace kids, this isnt a race, or even a racist. if you wanna pm me, go ahead and send me a pretty little letter, before this ryme goes to the shroom dump, trash bucket , or where the fuck ever. just remember every day your at work, im at work gettin your bitch wetter. and she's getting my cum stains all over that new sweater., oh and by the way, I wanna let you know she does suck dick, well for me anyway... alrighty folks, this has been grand, those of you who can , it is now time to take a long walk off a short pier trust me on this... I gotta go ,or ill miss the new show queer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jesus save me, ahhhhh fuck..... 7 eleven's open, Ill just grab a case a beer....

Edited by iatebadshrooms, 06 August 2012 - 01:28 AM.


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Posted 07 August 2012 - 06:21 AM

Why am I doing this? I don't know.

You have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me to bear this unto you. These are my secrets.



"Salt"

heaving as an ocean tide
the depth of blue beneath your eyes
between black butterflies

you lay your breath upon me
exhaling shadows
cacophony

eyelash in the dark i feel
upon my flesh, and bliss
kissed

where your dim rose
the petals my tongue's taste
knows.



"House Once Home"

This curious room
Locked in stillness
In memory-clouded
dust-circumferenced space,
Shafts brilliant spill through windows
soaking hands, defining face

Creaks speak
of would-be trysts
With lightest footsteps
on wooden floors
Or rain-soaked strangers
never kissed
Beside the way of opened doors

Or a litter of letters upon a desk
scrawled ink on pages fading
Accident: words, too-soon spoken
beyond the brink of memory's wading

In the myriad of mystery
and hidden emotion contained
With every book, a library
of heartbreak pained,

Oblique, shiny moments cascade
through the memory-stained glass
Confessing walls of gray I pass,
Then fade.

Evaded love
Eluded me
Darkness close behind.



"Just Call Me Angel"

I am prophet and profligate,
Caressing fingers of ivy.

The fractal tendril envelops me
I fall, and I fall...
Flailing. Backwards I'm dreaming.

And I say,

I should always keep this door open.
I have lost great things in the middle of nights undignified
Learning that losing is to have
And to give is to be.

Oh, how I love
When to give new, to the moments
and succumb to the need

To go a little crazy.

Edited by darci, 07 August 2012 - 07:23 AM.

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#64 iatebadshrooms

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Posted 07 August 2012 - 11:30 AM

Hopeless.

I cant even exspress my feelings through this keyboard, Im so down on my self I feel so lost and alone.
Im starting to doubt myself, what happened to my drive, feeling half dead since a year ago, why cant I regain my feelin cause this isnt livin.
Cut into my skin but dont feel shit and them wounds never seem to heal man, unlucky hands have been dealt now, so add another tally to the board of failures and tell god he is twisted tailor. Self sacrifice, listen to words of wisdom, but dont ever use them, then end up like me and lose then. So now I Feel no better no worse than the bum outside the liquor store. The bums begging for change and Im begging for a change, were so similiar , like looking into the future, a mirror image of lost will. Beaten down, Im weakend now. So the soul rises and the sun warms just for a season, So without a reason just decided to leave em, you left your son, you have no clue how much pain he will endure, you lost faith and you stole my will, so now I hold him upon my shoulders, and do what it takes to make him smile, with or with out you, Today me and my son may just go swimming, in a fresh lake ,its crystal clear, he will be happy and together will endure.

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Posted 07 August 2012 - 12:56 PM

Why am I doing this? I don't know.

You have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me to bear this unto you. These are my secrets.


Because you know deep down that they need to be purged from you if you are to make room for the absolutely wonderful things this life has to offer, and this happens to be a safe (due to the anonymity) place to due that. As a side don't ever assume that others "have no idea of being uncomfortable and find things difficult to talk about or reveal" or that they don't understand exactly how you feel. This is a mechanism and block that keeps that shit inside of you. I suspect that this is the norm not something unique and most of the population is/does go to great lengths to "prove" they are OK when really......they aren't. Since you have already said that you can't even remember good things to hang onto (can't remember a simple hug from mom or dad) then you have to hang on to something or what else will you have?

I suggest letting go of all that shit and washing out the container...then create your own good memories and place by be the creator of such a thing. That's what we're best at.....creation.....of the greatest and the most horrible things imaginable. :hugs:

You're an incredible poet.................. :teeth: Just to start with....please find more....it's there and you are worth it!

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Posted 07 August 2012 - 01:07 PM

That sun comes up every day
The moon rises and the tides
Created just to create a way
Attitude betrays the lies
Told inside from whom to whom
Can't see the forest for the tree's
Stone by stone self built tomb
Simply let ourselves be free
I never want to reach that place
Frozen such and cannot feel
Peer into the mirror and see a face
I see it's me that makes it real!



#67 iatebadshrooms

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Posted 09 August 2012 - 08:12 AM

edit remove this....sorry ooops
thanks in advance moderator....

Edited by iatebadshrooms, 09 August 2012 - 08:42 AM.


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Posted 20 August 2012 - 12:24 PM

I thought about it twice,
That was enough to save my life, man,
Stopped thinking,
Feeling got me through some things I couldn't stand,

Now what's the plan?
Don't have one but I'm feeling grand,
Know where I came from,
So direction's like a map in hand.

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Posted 23 August 2012 - 01:59 AM

:eusa_clapRed Solo Cup
I fill you up, lets have a party ...procede to party
red solo cup i love you:eusa_clap

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Posted 25 August 2012 - 06:29 PM

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air


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Posted 30 August 2012 - 08:25 AM

We have Wil Smith as one of our members ^^^

Always knew he did shrooms. Now I have proof.

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Posted 03 September 2012 - 05:38 AM

Been fighting with myself for years, considering starting therapy again. Wrote this poem tonight while mid-battle with one of my conflicts. It's inspired by a dream I had the other night where an entity that often visits my dreams was there once again. He was in the form of a girl, she was possessed, very hateful, angry, and resenting of everything. Her brother was caring for her, and when he went upstairs to attend to her needs she taunted him relentlessly and as he went back downstairs she told him to sing a song. In the title of that song was the number 7, he sang it while sobbing all the way downstairs. Next thing I hear is a click and I'm shown the boy with a rifle, watched as he pulled the trigger, and then I ran.

Sing a Song 7:

A war on duality ignited the flame
Fire burning strong fueled by angst
Breeding nightmares, enclosures of space
Doubt and question enveloping tame

Sing a song Seven, Sing it loud
Sing a song Seven, Let the Demons come out.

Before the nights out, impure embrace
Turn the lights out, such a desolate Place.
Before your fights out, taste a little taste
When your life's out, the flavors not same.

Sing a song Seven, Sing it loud.
Sing a song Seven, Let the Demons come out.

Quiet now you'll wake the neighbors your restless shouts
Quiet now you'll scare the mirror your glazed bouts.
Born to become
Yet to evolve

Sing a song Seven, Let the Demons come out.

Edited by ams1992, 03 September 2012 - 06:05 AM.


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Posted 05 September 2012 - 04:02 AM

Death like eternal reels of yesterday.
A calligraphic entry with negatives never exposed.
Sit with me doll, I know you don't speak.
You may look, but you won't find what you seek.
The sky is falling, burning up your insides.
An ocean of mania with tides on the rise.
Sob your way down, a moth with no wings.
A hollow aviary embellished with nothing.
Farther, farther.
As below, as beyond.
Kindle with fondness, such sweet regret.
Sit with me doll, I'll keep you from them.

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Posted 05 September 2012 - 04:15 AM

Darci, perhaps you do this because like many of us, you trust Mycotopia. You know you won't be judged, you can be open. You're a wonderful poet, I completely agree with the above by Arathu. I write in my highs, and in my lows. As you've seen by the completely different works that I've shown in this thread. My lows, like the two above, read completely different and are often more cryptic then my better day poetry. Even when I trust someone, I don't let them fully know the extent of my thoughts or feelings. If you can do that, be proud of yourself. It's a beautiful talent to entrust words with your emotions. My emotions speak in riddle because no matter how bad the situation is, the thoughts within my head during that low could make it far worse. Speaking in riddle is far easier for me to cope with my thoughts and get them out. Even if it doesn't read easily or rhyme all the time, it helps. I look forward to more from all of you, you're definitely an inspiring and helpful bunch here.

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Posted 05 September 2012 - 06:41 AM

My emotions speak in riddle because no matter how bad the situation is, the thoughts within my head during that low could make it far worse. Speaking in riddle is far easier for me to cope with my thoughts and get them out


If I might add an observation here, seems to me this is classic left brain vs right brain conflict ams. It might help you find some insight perhaps. Most people do not even recognize what their internal conflicts are and further, studies show that our conflicts in human societies may very well be based in just such things. Should I use my head or my heart?????? I say BOTH. It takes me a concerted effort to get an "agreement" between the two. We may very well be at least TWO people inside one body all the time.........It's something to contemplate and test.

http://www2.hawaii.e...WarChapter.html some interesting work for those into the studies......................... :teeth:



THE Right Brain vs Left Brain test ... do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?

If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.

Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise (westerners tend to be more left brain oriented) though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.


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The dancer test, this is a widespread graphic from the net that has at least been correct in helping to determine what mode we are perceiving in.




Something else from my own working notes and explorations:



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[TD="align: center"]Left
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[TD="align: center"]Line
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[TD="align: center"]Circle
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[TD="align: center"]Open set
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[TD="align: center"]Closed set
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[TD="align: center"]Math
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[TD="align: center"]Myth
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[TD="align: center"]Verbal
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[TD="align: center"]Visual
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[TD="align: center"]Focus on words
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[TD="align: center"]Focus on Images
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[TD="align: center"]Symbols
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[TD="align: center"]Patterns
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[TD="align: center"]Analytic
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[TD="align: center"]Intuition
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[TD="align: center"]Led by logic
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[TD="align: center"]Led by Feelings
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[TD="align: center"]Sequential processing
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[TD="align: center"]Simultaneous processing
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[TD="align: center"]Word for memory
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[TD="align: center"]Mind photos for memory
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[TD="align: center"]Logical deductions
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[TD="align: center"]Lateral connections
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[TD="align: center"]Focus on details then see the whole
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[TD="align: center"]See the whole then zoom to details
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[TD="align: center"]Zoom out
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[TD="align: center"]Zoom in
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[TD="align: center"]Highly organized
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[TD="align: center"]Lacking organization
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[TD="align: center"]Lists and planning
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[TD="align: center"]Free associations
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[TD="align: center"]Time
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[TD="align: center"]Time is meaningless
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[TD="align: center"]Listen to what is being said
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[TD="align: center"]Listen to how something is said
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[TD="align: center"]Bones
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I'm gonna post an exercise I use to help me explore this about myself. Since it has little to do with rhyming it will be elsewhere.

Edited by Arathu, 05 September 2012 - 08:14 AM.

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Posted 05 September 2012 - 07:51 AM

I wrote this just before going to rehab.

skeleton touch, bird on the finger
clutching death affixed gaze, braving danger.beats linger reciever interchanger.
Turbocharged hearts in the dark, notes-cliff-hanger.
Lateral space acer, day gazer, star namer.
philosopher stones thrown to scar the face of this chart tracer.
I'm replicated idiot symbiotic images affixed to 99 proof...
disregaurd chaser.
Bars to brace form figure of warm liver.
I leak venom into the picture I paint with words my brain brings forth.
reflected in deadly perspectives from every angle I can check it.
eye seen through a finger square measuring my next stroke, perfected.
Wreck it!
Drive the fuck out of a verse like I stole it from a detective,
slipped out of the cuffs, shot gun clutched, gas to the floor, no direction.


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Posted 09 September 2012 - 08:47 PM

What happened to the Heroes
When ghosts filled their seats.
No one took the stand
Everyone retreats.
When hate fills the air
When contempt fills the heart,
There's nothing left to count on
Only a new start.
When death sings its song
And birds cry their cries,
No-one really belongs,
In the end everyone dies.
When Earth falls to her knees
Man begs another try.
Yet mercy isn't belief
For something Man caused to die.
The sky falls on sea.
Sea falls on Man,
Then nothing remains
Not even dry lands.
When heroes turned to ghosts
Man gave up on his will.
He and she depart
Upon the deathly crows shrill.

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Posted 13 October 2012 - 05:22 AM

Another probably of many written about my ex, my mistakes, and my difficulty dealing with them, though it's now been 6 years. I'm not healing, there's no sense of closure and no hope for opening.


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An apology whispered caresses the breeze.
Soothing sun stroked silk.
The light of a sleeping Goddess.
A floral remedy of severed concord shows duets of delicacy gifting the senses.
The recollection within grassy Meadow, deserted path.
Sky parted revealing rays still dormant.
Words for naught beneath action, restless eyes find no solace.
Misguided dream grace no more, please without fade do not stay, always remain, bittersweet taste.
Float above may lightning strike severing roots and binding of ties.
Bewildered and centered.
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Posted 20 November 2012 - 07:51 AM

Fleeting to flame.
A crumpled Moth.
My rubber burned Rabbit.
Wishing won't bring you.
Like Earth sealed in heated crypt, existing within Eclipse.
I smile and accept burning in subtlety.
Silent by design, a faulty mechanism.
Hit the deck, hoist the sails.
Light up the sky in Memory.
Close seeing Eyes.
Mother rescue, Father protect.
Sleep Child, renewed the light of day.
Inherit to destroy.
Lose the battle to win the war.
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Posted 09 March 2013 - 06:30 AM

Time to sleep. Just wrote this so I figured I'd share.

Fluttering threads of crimson silk,
like wings clipped from hence their built.
Atop the waves of apathy,
exists to sever mortality.
Revolve the circumstantial woe,
continue spun the webs once wove.
Asphyxiation with careless tease,
each day retreat calls the weak.
Roots of the ancient, be free, be free.
Roots of ancient, be free.

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