Crappy Poetry

[Ninva]

I haven't posted anything on TH.net in a while, so I went around and collected all the random scrape art poetry I sent to friends and posted on different sites. My excuse for not finishing any my short stories is that I'm having a little dry spell and I've been spending my time writing and then trashing everything I write. Oh well, I'm just going through a phase, I guess. Anyways, enjoy my scrape art. It's all I can provide for you right now.

Emo Poems

Spoiler

We used to talk on the phone,
Locked in conversation,
Falling in young love is so good.
But now your wasting days in bed,
You won't pick up the phone.
The only thing I hear is ring.
We can't get a long.

Rebellious child,
Yelling curse words in the morn.
Well, I've been screwed too,
So STFU you,
I'll talk to you in the noon.
Because the only thing we can say
Are swear words in the day.
I wish it could be better.
But dreams don't come true.

The guys know I'm stressed.
They ask me what is wrong,
But I just smile and goof around.
My lover is dead.
My lover is dead.
My lover is dead.

You say it's all my fault.
Well, it has been from the start.
I've been writing when you were around.
I mock you behind your back.
I'm the fool,
Now wake up for me.
My lover is dead.

Now go with your friends.
Your emo freaks!
Let them tell you
Horrible things about me tonight.
Call me in the dawn,
Tell me I'm a jerk,
And cut me deep inside
So that I can hurt.
Well, I've been bleeding
Since I met you.
I just want you home.
Because I still love you.

Strange Insides

Spoiler

It makes me sad inside to know that I’ve been rejected by me,
And to admit that I am a stranger on the inside.
It's all flat, but I try to think it’s alright.
This present I’m in wouldn’t be so bad if the past was only sleeping.
But things aren’t the same when I’m not around.
Things are confusing, things are wrong, why did I take this turn at all?
There were too many ways to commit suicide,
I dunno which ways are best.
They say it was right, and maybe that’s true.
But why doesn’t it feel like home soon?
I’m a stranger from a new era,
An artist above my time,
A dog with no collar.
May I have some different insides now?

My Sister Jill

Spoiler

Check out sister Jill,
What a girl,
From heat of her smoke,
From the beer in her coke.
She’s not the trophy you’d display,
But why care anyways,
It’s like June all over,
And I retort,
Give me your ear, Sister dear!
Stop smoking pot,
Get out of our house
While you yell,
“Forget art!
I’d pay ya here.”

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I heard.
Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what you said.

Gross words in my head
Come from you while in bed,
Get out of my life,
I’d rather be dead.
You think ya know,
But you don’t understand.
I’d pay a nickel if I did.

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I heard.
Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what you said.

Sister dear, guess where I am?
I’m at home writing “crap” again.
I hope you’d enjoy my next song,
Which is about you instead.
Get a grip, subside, and leave my head.
I hope that clutch will choke
all the smoke from your head.
Life is good.
Life is grand.
And all my hope is through,
So please just get a clue.

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I said.
Tralala!
Tralala!
Forget what I said.

Untitled

Spoiler

If we could live a life time, and stay away from everything that is bad. Would you choose to let go of all things we’ve experienced? Time sitting in the classroom, I understand one thing. That the only way I’ll yearn for rest is when I’m old.

All that I hear from my peers is that they’re ready to go somewhere. Where are they going, I don’t know. But I know, I can’t go.

Well, maybe the plan is simple. Trust in God is all you do, but due to the simplicity of this plan, I can’t help but be bored at times. An idle mind is the devil’s tool, and I’m sure he used me too. But I gotta admit it’s a lot cooler than good.

All that I hear from my peers is that they’re ready to go somewhere. Where are they going, I don’t know. But I know, I can’t go.

When I was younger than the youth I am, I’d tell myself that I didn’t want to deal with life. Heaven was the plan, but getting there made things difficult.

All that I hear from my peers is that they’re ready to go somewhere. Where are they going, I don’t know. But I know, I can’t go.

The last time Eric logged off he left his friend a note. It said on that note he couldn’t make die. He was going to kill himself tonight. So when it came, we could not understand. Why play a game that only gives you pain?

All that I hear from my peers is that they’re ready to go somewhere. Where are they going, I don’t know. But I know, I can’t go.

Well, I’m always in a hard time. That’s what it seems. I can’t see the good side of anything, and I’m too pessimistic for my friends. They’d ask me, “What is wrong?” But my reply is the same, “God told me to not commit suicide my friends, so I guess I’ll live on.” Thus leaves me with this ironic conclusion. Living is for the weak who need help moving on.

Things We've Said

Spoiler

We’ve done lot things until now, but it seems sad to me some how. And I must admit my foolishness to fall in love with you. So I’d say we had a good run, but now the truth comes crashing into my room. We could never have said, “I do,” just because all of the things we do. We’re gone.
And the break up scene wasn’t the best. Your tears brought shame to my feelings. Maybe I was wrong to assume that there’s no speed limit on this dead end course. So lets crash and burn while we can just because I could never say, “I do.” But before this statement ends, I want to rephrase what I said.
I love you.

 

[Technomancer]

It makes me sad inside to know that I’ve been rejected by me,
And to admit that I am a stranger on the inside.
It's all flat, but I try to think it’s alright.
This present I’m in wouldn’t be so bad if the past was only sleeping.
But things aren’t the same when I’m not around.
Things are confusing, things are wrong, why did I take this turn at all?
There were too many ways to commit suicide,
I dunno which ways are best.
They say it was right, and maybe that’s true.
But why doesn’t it feel like home soon?
I’m a stranger from a new era,
An artist above my time,
A dog with no collar.
May I have some different insides now?

This poem is awkward because the main character and his exploits are totally ambiguous to the reader. The last to lines are simple, but made undecipherable because they have no anchor to my reality, see? If you don't want to talk about it and want to make it more generic for the reader that's totally fine, I write poems to get stuff out all the time, its just hard for me to get into.

Examples:
Line 6 - What turn?
Line 9-10 - What was right?

Check out sister Jill,
What a girl,
From heat of her smoke,
From the beer in her coke.
She’s not the trophy you’d display,
But why care anyways,
It’s like June all over,
And I retort,
Give me your ear, Sister dear!
Stop smoking pot,
Get out of our house
While you yell,
“Forget art!
I’d pay ya here.”

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I heard.
Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what you said.

Gross words in my head
Come from you while in bed,
Get out of my life,
I’d rather be dead.
You think ya know,
But you don’t understand.
I’d pay a nickel if I did.

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I heard.
Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what you said.

Sister dear, guess where I am?
I’m at home writing “crap” again.
I hope you’d enjoy my next song,
Which is about you instead.
Get a grip, subside, and leave my head.
I hope that clutch will choke
all the smoke from your head.
Life is good.
Life is grand.
And all my hope is through,
So please just get a clue.

Tralala!
Tralala!
That’s what I said.
Tralala!
Tralala!
Forget what I said.

It's a bit random, and emo, but good for that genre, definitely more lyrics than poetry. I guess my beef with it is the same, you're revealing stuff about her kind of on random jaunts and then being judgmental, but it doesn't feel like a coherent piece, just a rant.

 

[Ninva]

To understand art, Techno, you have to answer those questions yourself. This is experimental art and abstract poetry you're reading. They aren't as structured as my short stories are or even "normal" poetry. Connect the dots, think deeper, and dig deeper. If you really want to explore poetry, go ahead. I've been doing that a lot myself. But you first must note which type of poetry you're going to dig into. I can dig into anything besides the crap girls like to send me.

"Oh, can you see me hurting?
Longing?!
I want to have sex with you,
But my eyelids cry out in blood!
NO! DO NOT IMPURE YOURSELF IN BED!"

When I finish reading it I'm usually feel more disgusted than amused.

Jill was an arrogant druggie who abused her sister both sexual and mentally. The main character was just telling us the story of her life. I thought it was pretty powerful because this was my "F" you to critics who won't stop sending me mail about how horrible my stuff is. I'm not saying you are, but there's some assholes who just enjoy making fools out of themselves.

I guess my next story may hush up some more critics, or it'll just add more of them to my mailing list. That's how I see my art whenever I publish it.

 

[thewrongvine]

Well, poetry can be..., um, shown in many different ways. Something that sounds completely random can be deep words of a deeper meaning from a crazy genius. It cound be used like that to have greater expression sometimes. I'm not that good with poetry so I can't judge that well, but I think this abstract way is a bit cool. :thup:

 

[Ninva]

Haha, I'm sure not a crazy genius, so maybe I'm just bad at poetry. Eh, I've heard good things and bad things about it.