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    Russet Potato

  • Locationin the deepest part of your heart where your true feelings are
Insomnia

As sleep takes me to my dreams,
Its like my world rips at the seams,
I try to find some logic in the slumbering world,
But all I find is chaos and reality a messed up swirl,
I fear the times when dreams make me weep,
For I find it harder to fall asleep,
A want to sleep is felt by my eyes,
But they are kept open by all the lies.

Your poetry kinda inspired me to write this somehow haha. ^-^''


This one is for you.



This is my response:


Surely there's something
I can say.

Surely there's something
If I may.

For there's a lurking.
For there's a seeking.

Oh why can't words come?

Something. Something.

All I can say is that
A nobody like you
Is a somebody to me.

Wow that really great!!! I'm glad I inspired you!

A response to your poem.

A somebody to you?
I feel that to be true.

I think a lot can be felt,
of that I do,

Because I feel friendship coming straight from you.

Posted 15 June 2012 - 09:44 AM

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    Russet Potato

  • LocationNew Zealand
For TheOriginalNobody.

Fancy words.
Complex rhyme.
Scrap that all,
And give me time.

For all I can write
Is something I want
To plainly say
For you today:

We have our moments
Where we feel like nobodies.
But in all truths,
We are sombodies.

To someone.

We have our moments
Where we feel loss
But in fact,
It's a gain from a toss.

A toss of desires and wishes;
Dreams all crushed,
Like crumpled paper
Thrown away in a bin.

But I can tell you
That there's always someone
Much more deserving
That you could ever wish.
That you could ever obtain.
That you could ever have.
That will be yours.

Fancy words.
Complex rhyme.
Scrap that all,
Thank you for giving me the time.

I said what I wanted to say,
So if you may,
Remember:
You have all the time
In front of you.
Your life
Ahead of you.

Thank you
For giving me the time,
Like I had
To write this
For you.

Edited by LittleMelon18, 15 June 2012 - 09:53 AM.

Posted 15 June 2012 - 09:49 AM


    Russet Potato

  • Locationin the deepest part of your heart where your true feelings are
For Littlemelon

A million words can be said throughout the day,
But I will choose but a few to you to say.

Thank you for the poetry,
It was something nice to see.
A present from you to me,

I wasn't sure how I would be accepted,
But it is good to not be rejected,
I feeling of happines I accepted,

For all the things for me to say,
I chose from a million throughout the day!

Edited by TheOriginalNobody, 15 June 2012 - 09:59 AM.

Posted 15 June 2012 - 09:58 AM

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    Fried Potato

  • LocationGARland
For someone. You know who you are.

Thank you, person A,
For the attempt to ruin my day
It may be to tease,
But I'd ask you to refrain from that, please.

For you, it is fun,
For me, it's a pain,
Those words weigh a ton,
There's nothing to gain.

You know how I get,
I'm a serious fellow.
I easily fret,
And can be emotionally callow.

Most jokes are fine,
those I don't find malign
but that subject matter
can hurt like a dagger.

So I wanted to tell you, who'd make this a joke
That all it really does, is simply provoke.

Edited by Thunder Wolf, 18 June 2012 - 04:38 AM.

Posted 18 June 2012 - 04:38 AM

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    Fried Potato

  • LocationKeeling over
I have no muses
for random ruses
or making bruises
but it rhymes with roses
probably.
meh.

Posted 18 June 2012 - 05:03 AM

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Forgive, if you may,
the schemes and rhymes,
may mistake what I say.

betrayal hurts, but jealousy bites
words that slip,
like the flow of a water spout,

I leave to say,
forgiving is hard,
and ignorance is bliss

If you’re a man,
Mean what you meant to say



Absence
Shifting times,
That is unyielding,
To the whims of the worlds revolve,

Day’s flutter,
In not the sense of the freedom of a butterfly,
Forgetting the time,
That imprisons and engulfs our necessities
The cocoon before final metamorphosis

Delayed time,
Wasted on meaningless purpose,
Swirled feelings of pity and sorrow,
In not the picturesque of a scrambled egg,
But shattered mirrors,
Like unfledged birds,
Smashed to ground from what they hope,
To fly and escape.

Your broken resolve,
Where is your strength?
The answer you seek,
Lies in the palm of your hands,
Upturned from all the lies and guilt you hold,
Dwelling and fermenting,
From all the horrors that you fear to overcome.

Taking another’s hand,
Is nothing but respite,
Temporary relief from what you’re running from,

Light,
It roots for your transcendence,
All that time to overcome,
Wasted, on empty ambitions

Edited by Niel_Mordecai, 18 June 2012 - 05:40 AM.

Posted 18 June 2012 - 05:32 AM


    A Kitty in a Penguin Suit

  • LocationLurking nearby...
Tired with a heavy heart
When everything came apart
Disaster, the name of the game
Left with no one to shift the blame

Feel the fire burning out
Doused by regrets and doubt
Raising a flag colored white
Hoping to end this hopeless plight

Rest for those who are tired and weak
A means to end for those who seek
Disaster, the name of the game
Nothing ever stays the same

Posted 18 June 2012 - 03:16 PM

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    Fried Potato

  • LocationGARland
I wrote this years ago. Might as well share.

Something Amiss

It's as though I am in the world, yet not.
As though I can see and hear the world, yet not interact.
When I try to talk, all that comes out is a static hiss.
I want to communicate, to gain what I have lacked;
Yet all that ever happens, is my dreams being shot.

Posted 18 June 2012 - 10:26 PM

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    Russet Potato

The Writer

Here I lay with my trusty .5mm mechanical pencil
with full ammunition of 0.5 lead.
I face my enemies in white clad armor.
I slay them with my words
Sometime I pierce them though them and watch as the hole get bigger and bigger
And now I here I lay in my grave underneath thousand of pens and my fellow comrades
Now I ask, Which is mightier A Pen, A Pencil, or a Sword ?

Posted 19 June 2012 - 02:57 AM

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    Fried Potato

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@Lurker:None, its the eraser :9 (nice concept poem btw =D)

Edited by 「豆釘 ~ 黑風影」, 21 June 2012 - 03:45 AM.

Posted 21 June 2012 - 03:45 AM

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「天上天下,唯我獨尊

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  • pyxie
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a signature so big hurts my eyes
i curse the heavens and cry to the skies
"why oh why the dimensions are so wrong?
and you know there's a spoiler tag all along!"

/random idea

Posted 21 June 2012 - 11:08 AM

"Remember this always: the fly, even in paradise, must always exist on shit."
- Frances Pauli from The Fly in Paradise

    Russet Potato

@Lurker:None, its the eraser :9 (nice concept poem btw =D)


Why thank you, please to meet you

Summer
So very warm and bright
I wonder why its not cold
I need a life NOW

Posted 21 June 2012 - 07:28 PM

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    Russet Potato

  • LocationNew Zealand

The Writer

Here I lay with my trusty .5mm mechanical pencil
with full ammunition of 0.5 lead.
I face my enemies in white clad armor.
I slay them with my words
Sometime I pierce them though them and watch as the hole get bigger and bigger
And now I here I lay in my grave underneath thousand of pens and my fellow comrades
Now I ask, Which is mightier A Pen, A Pencil, or a Sword ?

Awesome poem!

Posted 21 June 2012 - 09:28 PM


    Russet Potato

  • Locationin the deepest part of your heart where your true feelings are
Poetry

Poetry is always nice,
and for some a gamble like dice,
you ponder in it life and death,
and try to make sense of all the rest,
I can honestly say I'm not the best,
but in poetry my thoughts rest.

Posted 21 June 2012 - 11:58 PM

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    Russet Potato

  • LocationTea Party~
Blindness
The ground below waved and rock
below my feet.
The world I see isn't the same as your
since the color I see is black,an empty space.
But I start to learn the rolling stone of this darkness,
feeling my way through the smell of my nose,
and the sharpness of my hearing.
The touch of the textures bring me more comfort.
Though I can't see I know when you are near.
Knowledge of my other senses lead me here.




Posted 22 June 2012 - 03:39 PM


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ddl-hentai

i used to run an awesome site
it was the best and certainly full of delights
for many, two things didn't mix well
the words "hentai moderator" and "a girl"

perhaps indeed it boggles the mind
that i'm a voice for my female kind
"yes, yes, girls are perverts too
some even more perverted than you"

Edited by psychia, 22 June 2012 - 04:19 PM.

Posted 22 June 2012 - 04:16 PM

"Remember this always: the fly, even in paradise, must always exist on shit."
- Frances Pauli from The Fly in Paradise

    Russet Potato

  • Locationin the deepest part of your heart where your true feelings are

ddl-hentai

i used to run an awesome site
it was the best and certainly full of delights
for many, two things didn't mix well
the words "hentai moderator" and "a girl"

perhaps indeed it boggles the mind
that i'm a voice for my female kind
"yes, yes, girls are perverts too
some even more perverted than you"

in response to this^

I know girls are perverts too,
In fact I know one just like you,
I don't know why that would confuse a person,
Inside all a pervert is lurking.

Posted 22 June 2012 - 06:58 PM

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    Russet Potato

The Human Machine

Come Ladies, Come Gentlemen, Come people far and wide!
It time begin our show the Human Machine!
we all function the same routine day in and day out and repeat.
Welcome to The Human Machines you all follow the same algorithm for greeting "Hi, how are you"
"fine" or something along that line. Are you Human or Beast? God or Devil? It matter all,
Are you a machine programmed by society and follow the meta for behavior and what is "excepted"
My body and your body are all machines it will break it can be repair,
Do you not like what your Mama and Papa or what the Divine One bestow upon you?
No problem, my little Human Machine, need a new face? No problem our plasticity will solve all outer appearance from nose to face to body mass to chest to hips and All folks, isn't GREAT?! Come along little ones the show must all!

Now look here, we have a machine being reform now. Silly, little human machine, keep on shouting "Freedom!" "Freedom of Will!" "Free to Choose!" "Bah, freedom sheedom! Wouldn't it be great to be together? And follow the crowd, the algorithm and program? You, my pretty machines can rest and think little just let me fix everything!

Oh dear, time is running short come my little machine it time from tune up, it time to finish the our little show, The Human machine!
Now my dear, are you a machine ? Following the crowd, speak nothing against the mass, follow society rules and expectation. Or my few selective rebels, fight against the mass and show right and wrong.

Ha it time to end this little show, Lady Gentlemen, People all near and far, please please come join the Human machines!

Posted 22 June 2012 - 09:59 PM

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    Russet Potato

  • LocationNew Zealand
Hollow nothingness,
Vast spaciousness.
Cannot be filled.
Emotions so distilled.

Reach for pain.
What I feel,
I'm still sane.
It's very real.

The water's surface
Is only a preface
Of never being free
Within the body of sea.

Shackled to memory,
Glued to the scars.
Let time file it with emery.
Let time lock it behind bars.

It will always be there.
I will never be free.

Edited by LittleMelon18, 23 June 2012 - 11:32 PM.

Posted 23 June 2012 - 11:31 PM


    Russet Potato

  • LocationTea Party~
For those who that needs to go..

Departed
Be rested and well,
though I can't tell.
Your departed and arrival unseen,
never knowing without being told.
Wanting to make you stay,
but an lack of confidence holding me back.
Decision are strong as the streaming train,
that take you away from this place.
There is an understanding in some parts
why you needed to go.
Sometime it is a wonder to be the unknown.
As I stand by the entrance waiting for you
to come back home.
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Posted 23 June 2012 - 11:35 PM