The poetry thread

[MrKerplunkers]

I was bored in physics, decided to devote my brain to writing dirty limericks instead.

"There once was a man from Toulouse
Who was constantly boning his moose
He made the decision
To switch their positions
And he ruined his poor old caboose"

And then I made a thread for people to post poetry because the art thread has been cold and lonely lately.
Do a poetry. Retarded haiku, dirty limerick, sonnet about boning Denzo, whateves.

[FierySnake]

This is a haiku

The author is Fiery

This is very bad

[_Pipeline]

This thread will be swag, I just know it will.

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*BUMP*



I wrote this 3 years ago purely on a whim. I used to write many other things both like and unalike way back when, but this is one of the only poems I have archived:

White Noise

It is always there, watching you
from behind the mountains
deep within the coniferous pine forests
through every window in your house

it has always been there, gazing at you
when you sit alone
when you were but an ordinary child
it was under your bed, in your closet
it is not a monster, does not want nor care
for your life, insignificant as it is

does it mean to cause harm?
apparently not
but you fear it, loathe it

and it shall always be there
as long as you are evasive
of yourself, have something to fear
as long as you are one of the Unenlightened
without faith in an invisible man
who will protect you from your own fears
and promise you something that you know shall never come

but it never came
it was always there, watching you
it is curious, perhaps
or maybe it is waiting,
waiting for you to carry out a task
or engage in an act
you most likely have never even been aware of

it asks you
from afar, behind those mountains
what you are doing
who you are
why you love and hate different, often contradictory things

it implores you
to question your faith, if you have one
you drive it away
you never want to hear such words of blasphemy
of heresy, of unearthly wrong

but it has no voice
you cannot hear it
it has no good nor evil intent
it is neutral

it is only curious
for it does not perceive
Right or Wrong
only True and False

what is your name?
where are you from?
is there truly a god?
is He benevolent?
or manipulative?

why do you follow others
if they follow you at the same time?
where will you end up in this unending circle
when you stop marching?

why do you fear me?
why do you loathe me?
why do you seek to avoid simply looking
upon me, to see what I look like?
why to you love me?
why do you rely on me?
why are you curious about me?
why do you want to know who I am?

why do you read?
why do you write?
why do you take orders from others?
why are you so defiant?


it asks you all of these questions
simultaneously, whenever you see it
you know what physical form it takes
without ever having seen it with your very eyes

but you meet it, converse with it
every single day of your life
and you understand it
and greatly sympathize with it
as you seal the curtains
lock your doors
turn on the lights at sundown
and nearly suffocate under your bedcovers

it can still see you
observe you
watch you
and project its physical appearance
directly into your mind

it makes you think rationally by day
it horrifies you by night
and it enrages you during prayer

it manifests in your mind alone as an entity
growing scarier and more heretical
every time you look into the eyes
of another individual
eyes that ask questions

through the masks we wear
in an unknown language


it is you
it is everyone else
it is no one else
it is not you
it is every living and non-living thing

where god rules heaven, and satan suffers in hell
attempting to pull you in with him

where god is light
and satan is darkness
it is neutral

the perfect center you cannot reach
because you do everything in your power
to avoid seeing, hearing, smelling, or touching it
at any cost


the sum of all your doubts and fears
takes form


and as the atmosphere everywhere around you
fills with the thoughts, emotions, and the sound
of a multitude of different voices chattering
asking questions without answers

everything slowly fogs up and clusters
forever fading away into White Noise.

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Yes, I thought the second half, at the very least, was shit.

[Optimus Prime Rib]

This is a little something I threw together.

With so much drama in the LBC it's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
But I somehow, some way, keep comin' up with funky-ass shit like every
single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few billions as I
breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't
home.
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they Ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too
So turn off the lights and close the door
But for what--we don't love you hoes
Yeahhh so we gonna smoke an oucne to this
G's up hoes down while ya motherfuckas bounce to this.