Lunatic's NaPo

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1

But an air as of hot summer upon spring
Suddenly comes, the feel of insects on your skin
While blizzards with thunder on Moscow reign
Stupid poem, nobody shall ever be caring.

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2

Stupid poems, how do they work?
As a fucking magnet that the blond
Head shaved, black metal knight
Understands not, who shall ever
Care about, the stucture and form
When it sounds, just like the lyrics
To one of Insane Clown Posse's songs?

But an assonant rhyme, seemingly I've done;
But only writing, voices on my head
Somewhat like the whispers of the wind,
Who should ever be caring, although an ABBA form,
Like excrement, only it sounds

[Pieman]

I like the second one, it flows really well.

[poop123]

awesome work man

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3

Does the wind have the freedom
To not remain, forever, in the same path?
Did the Renaissance man, choose
To only specialize in a single task?

Strings hit by felt hammers or fretted,
By pick, or poetry, does it matter?
All these subjects for one to be studied,
To become only, a specialized gear?

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4

<eeeemo>
A loop, a circle of anxiety...
To do, or not to do?

As a rodent biting the flesh,
Annoyance at the self
For not meeting up
Expectations, a rodent,

Mordent, at the hand
While it tries to practice
Its dance, to give up,
A persevering thought
As a demon exclaiming
Upon the shoulder

Then, laying in bed
As shrouded by disease
An acute pain, the
Rodent, the hand
Worthless, it feels
For giving up.

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[Vatman]

Hah, I was like...loops...circle...dance?

And then I realized you were probably using the metaphor of a hamster wheel? Which is cool if you were, I don't think I've ever seen such melodrama coming from a hamster.

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I tried to make it as a circle of annoyance, first at having to do something which you want to do but you're lazy and want to give up and go to sleep/get on the computer/jack off, you have this constant thought that you want to give up and you aren't satisfied by what you're doing, and then self pity for not being able to do that thing. It seems you're not the kind of person who would experience such a thing, from what you've posted...

The poem seems even more eemo now that I think about it.

[magikarp]

Haha, the second one is the best thing ever.

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5 (April 8...)

As a monster, aggresive, crazy
Louder than thunder, retarded,
Deafened by noise to the noise
Of mainstream modern pop

Upon a school cafeteria
Deafened, bravely imitating
Unable to hear myself, only
After a minute, I noticed funny looks.



Funny how this is sort of like a blog thread, but a little harder to understand.

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I WRITE SONNET HURR

I guess I'll try to write music. Not words. Fucking music.
I'm so cool. Extremes seem to rule my life.
Too crazy and too boring. Classical and death metal.
As long as I don't mind people thinking I'm completely crazy
It's alright, isn't it?

happy now

[Pieman]

^ Yes.