Poetry

[Ekho 52]

Interesting, but its really good:)

[jan 14]

You write nice not-happy poems! Stick to them!

[Olivia 26]

Indeed.

[Tosh 8]

The good things in life is mostly the little things, and the exceptions are in truth small and simple things but they are made into big things because of their abbility to make people happy and also fuck them up oh so terribly. :b

Anyway back to my point. Since the good and "happy" things in life are such simple things and poetry is such a high and utterly pompous artform it is hard to write poems about these "happy" things.

 

When sadness on the other hand is made very deep by us humans amazing abbility to feel bad about ourselves and then moan about it. Since we are so accustomed to our pain it is much easier to embroiden it out into massive works of art. But basically if you go past all the art and look at the core meaning of a poem you will always find it to be something like this. "I'm so sad and lonely, someone hold me". Anyway to skip past a lot of explaining.

The answer of life the universe and everything is: Find someone, get laid. Repeat.

 

And life is glorious

Except for those who can't find this someone. Guess you just have to wait this shit out and them hope these is some sort of god. Hey, we can always write poetry in the meantime

[Kaitlin 22]

An important thing about poetry is that it is a release. When you are sad you release this sadness it is constructive, and sometimes well written ways.

 

Poetry is important.

 

Lots of people write happy poems too. They write about being in love, which is arguably the happiest feeling of all, or being in lust.

[Olivia 26]

Lots of people write happy poems too. They write about being in love, which is arguably the happiest feeling of all, or being in lust.

 

Arguably it can be the worst feeling ever, and can drive people to their most wicked sides and darkest acts.

 

I do agree with you though, Mistress Kaitlin, not all poems are just darkness and wallowing. Although at times, some that are happy and joyous just seem like frivolous indulgence instead of deep, meaningful feelings.

[Tosh 8]

I really need to stop posting so late at night, just talking out of my ass. I stand by what I said about poetry being a very pompous art but of course there is different kinds of poetry. And I think it is easier for us to write about sadness because everybody is very accustomed with sadness, we know sadness and depression, and therefore its easier to write about. When not everybody experiences love for example, everybody experiences sorrow. Love can also lead to sorrow.

[Sivart Reborn 7]

Love is good or bad depending on whether it is really love or lust. Then if it is lust, it all depends on the people involved.

 

If poetry is pompous then it is arguable that writting prose is pompous. Or any expression in an artistic form is so. Simplicity is the best part of writting or art in general.

The answer of life the universe and everything is: Find someone, get laid. Repeat.

Not true in the case of many people. Sex is a form of release (I know that is a really bad play on words...) for a lot of people but many don't view sex casually. Many don't view writting casually, and that is their loss. Point being that "I'm sad and etc. etc. hold me." doesn't add in most cases. I'm currently in a very comfortable relationship myself, so that rules lonely out. I don't need to ask to be held, which works quite well for me. I don't like asking. Neither am I sad. My life at this moment is slow but very good to me and many people have it a lot worse.

The assumption that I write depressingly because I've known various sorrows is correct. Everybody does. But assuming further that I don't know various joys is false. I could write a dit about being in love, but the general way I think and write gives most everything a darker overtune. Therefore a poem about being in love comes off as guilty love, mostly because the writer thinks it sounds better.

Writting in general is my pastime, I wrote some prose which I posted here and some I haven't. I have a good many poems I haven't posted here, all of which are in the same dark mood. My prose also carries a less happy and more serious note. However, that doesn't really reflect me as a person. I am often not serious at all, and I probably laugh more than I should.

 

I think that people are comfortable writting along their lines of flow. I like how dark poetry sounds, and I like writting about sad simply because it sounds better to me. I also know people who write very upbeat poems, but can't write a sad one. Like I said, even if someone showed me a way to write nice happy poems and make them sound right to me, my mind makes words flow in slow, more sorrowful notes.

 

Which brings me to my second reason to post... Tosh, I just realized you have my sister's nickname.

Try my hand at something here...

Oh the surprise and overawe,

Oh the wonders of the world,

We have a newcomer, another one,

What are they like, we all wonder,

Are they quiet, are they nice,

Perhaps they are like flowers,

Maybe more like clouds,

But all in all, the ways things go,

This is a welcome, a belated one,

But welcome, welcome the MW,

Where insanity is encouraged,

And Marie is watching you.

[Tosh 8]

Again I have to say that it was late and I was talking out of my ass. I never said (or didn't mean to) that you are a sad and lonely person because you write poetry or that you don't feel the joys of life. What I wanted to say and miserably failed to do is that when happyness and the things good in life to me just..well. they just are. While sorrow and pain is something you can delve deep into and describe and evaluate, and that makes it easier to write about. Anyway now I'm going to go edit that post.

[Tosh 8]

Damn it. Why can't I edit the post?

[Olivia 26]

Anyway now I'm going to go edit that post.

 

Don't do that.

 

Not only will the conversation not make sense to others who have missed the last 2 days or so, it's better to see a mistake and then move on in a better tone, determined to change, than to just try and fix what went wrong.

 

(I also have a tendency to talk out of the wrong hole, Tosh. In fact, you'll find that most of us here do! )

[Tosh 8]

Saturday nights are bad for you.

[Kaitlin 22]

Poetry is a valid form of expression, and it seems like we all agree about that in here.

 

Here is a melodramatic one about a stinky ex-boyfriend. *giggles* There's no rhythm to it or anything! It's very old and bad, but is my most angst/pissed one so I thought it would fit with the previous discussion.

 

thrusting biorhythm

pushing out grunts and licked fingers

bourbon and JD

clicking, clicking glass

to glass

 

head to head

 

unkempt triumph

jerking, always jerking

off, over, with

alone

 

woman made glass

to his stone

traveling through his jerking,

jerking mind

soft, pink flesh and brown

daydreaming

pulsed by jerking hand

 

stone is his mind

blind stone

 

we're all soft

and hard, hard

harder

 

our hands, bones

my voice

more terrible

more thrusting

most remembrance

frightening because

 

I hold reality in my hands,

and he?

 

just a d*ck

 

And here is a very lovey one!

 

 

droplets of an

ivory dew

 

trail down the mouth

of his silence

 

this: a cavern

empty and moist

[jan 14]

Have I just got a dirty mind or is there a smattering of double entendre there?

[Kaitlin 22]

How could that be said!

 

Erm, could there be such a thing as a triple entendre?