damn i hope the participants in the old one saved their stuff , some of it was really good!

what a shame.


anyway lets see if we can get this off the ground again. no rules, just that the poetry was not previously conceived before - right now!
and no shitting on other peoples entries. we have way more than enough of that kind of shit everywhere else.

Sick of Society(S.O.S)

Bundled in a corner, I shed my cold, hard tears,
I feel a presence touch me, a prickle on my skin,
Society is here again, here to take my life,
To torture and to judge me,
To fill me with pain and strife.

Society flows through my heart’s chambers,
Unlocking every door and violating my space,
I clench my chest and beat myself,
Weak, so fucking lifeless,
Society overcomes me,
Society, my death.

*Urgh....I'm such a shitty cliche......*

I came downstairs to find my file
My nails are chipped and it does rile
I scratched my face and now it hurts
This poem sucks, I should now blurt

the end

I only do daft rhymes for impro.

__________________

I wondered (once) if I could
ever get back to the place
I left and never cared for returning.
But I did. And it's no longer anything,
no longer gray or blue or yellow
(it was once bright yellow)
but I'm staying because
to stay is not giving in
or giving up.
It's life.

work play sing pray
happy sad and back again
always hungry always too full.
no ryhme or reason or time to think
and always wanting more.
live like lay lie down
make room for one more
tell me why we're doing this
living to die
bothering to live to die
bothering with life
living life
for no point
at all.




haha, i'm totally not good at poems, but i'm stoned so that helped.