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Puri_old_1
8 posts
Joined January 2018
Puri_old_1
What should I do today?
Every time I think about it
My head is filled with emptiness
Should I just sleep?
My head is not empty anymore
is all filled with dreams
Maybe it's getaway from reality?
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia

Puri wrote:

What should I do today?
Every time I think about it
My head is filled with emptiness
Should I just sleep?
My head is not empty anymore
is all filled with dreams
Maybe it's getaway from reality?
whoah that one's pretty cool ( owo)/

I like it

now excuse me while I pull what I call an "Enetro":

Tired and drained, those days have only left a stain.
Stained and tainted, but not ruined, just some rain.

Living amongst those unaware of how others fare,
I observe everything, no one knowing I'm even there.

My presence is an absence of the sense of a clear conscience.
Since then, they'd tend to send and lend feigned innocence,

but somehow, we've never made amends.
I realize now how we've run to dead ends.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
Puri_old_1
8 posts
Joined January 2018
Puri_old_1

Xuequinox wrote:

To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
This poem says so much about you as a person, your consciousness, and maybe your life.. but I may be wrong and somehow... we think alike.


This feeling I have inside me
I don't know how to express
Many words come to mind
But I cannot comprehend
It's all fussy and Blurry
Should I just meditate?
That's the question that haunts me
everyday when I wake
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia

Puri wrote:

Xuequinox wrote:

To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
This poem says so much about you as a person, your consciousness, and maybe your life.. but I may be wrong and somehow... we think alike.
Huh. I dont usually see people say they think we think alike, knowing that we have very specific thoughts, motives, and feelings. Mostly everyone mentally processes life differently from others. But in a general sense, you may be right.

Though I'd imagine I have some different characteristics and traits that allow me to think the way I do, meaning my thought process is likely still different in many ways.

...but yeah. That poem mostly confronted our short and temporary lifespan, it's insignificance compared to everything that exists, and how we've been trying to approach and grasp that idea.



Drifting along the current, the mind is being drawn.
To know that our decision, is one our regret will prey upon.

Mindlessly following wherever life takes you,
you'll lose your freedom in your passivity.

And yet this is what we want.
To be content with getting by, comfortably.

It's something better than risking and losing it all,
but you'll lose much more in fear, being the one to stall.

Missing out, because we let the opportunity go by.
Feeling down, because we let our life become dry.

Thinking of how and why,
unaware that being idle, will be our biggest regret when we die.
DJ Enetro
88 posts
Joined January 2017
DJ Enetro
Rewind to ten months ago:
when I posted satire threads
consisting of rants against Flanster
Because I didn’t want my threads locked

that embedded in the denizens of OT
The idea that I was and am stupid,
And probably will be forever...

Here we are now.
That stupidity is being shed
Albeit slowly but surely

My fractured, corrupted and desperate soul
Is looking for wings to soar
Past the Nine Circles of Hell...
meadows272
5 posts
Joined November 2017
meadows272
Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator
Puri_old_1
8 posts
Joined January 2018
Puri_old_1

meadows272 wrote:

Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator
Be bold
For the sake of
Beauty's presence
Born of a child's smile
A lover’s laugh
A raging current
Cutting across
Foaming waters

Be bold
Outspoken for a token
Of love’s flowering affection
Of hopes name
That scars the heart
But tells only truth

Be bold
When others falter
Failing to offer
Kindness
Because they are scared
Uncertain, or simply
Never cared

Be bold
To be alive
While you live
Knowing you will die

Be bold
Soaring to help strangers fly
Refrigerator
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia

meadows272 wrote:

Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator

Xuequinox wrote:

. I suggest you /bold/ your poem, to make it a little easier for people to see.
it was a suggestion to help separate your review from your actual poem. not much else than that. I guess everyone just followed that and went with it. honestly I kinda like it bold, so I just use it anyways.


Someday, the emptiness may finally be filled.
For now, it'll be the void in which I dwell.

In charcoal walls of dark cold malls,
There is a discount for hearts they sell.

I linger for a moment.

It could've filled that void inside, and yet I decided to leave it alone.
What would it cost, just to take care of a new purchased heart?

The dust has settled, and the doors have closed. I've no need to worry, for there it will stay.
I lost my chance, but that's okay.
Calamari
15 posts
Joined December 2015
Calamari
wth this thread deserves a revival

In a decrepit state
Only visioned colourless
She was so late
Barely able to undress
What had happened at the estate of youth

Both so far and near
The past would rear
--Only for a shred--
Its head, to be both soothing
And teasing, suggesting the truth:
What had happened at the estate of youth?

i feel like i'm in year 7 english again lol
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Everything's gone, left and abandoned.

The tension and hostility has left me saddened.

But I go on, when all things go wrong.

For so long, I've stood up strong.

Comply to demands, and die by their hands.

I wont let that happen, so here I'll stand.
DJ Enetro
88 posts
Joined January 2017
DJ Enetro
If it were up to me
I would give everyone A Piece of my mind
Yet I am torn
between honesty and the severity of the reactions

What am I to do now?
My life seems like it could fall apart

Either I do not try
stay happy
and let my grades slip

or "force" myself to do
and maintain my grades
yet lose my last vestiges
of sociality
Enchourex
5 posts
Joined April 2018
Enchourex
This is our home.
Endless frost of harsh love
I write all in a tome
All of my tales in this dome.

Life, a hard form of existence
Rushing like a wolf, through winter campfire
Under the soft husk of ice
Running away, straying from the eye

This is our life.
Survive and strive to thrive
Like a small ignition in winter campfire
Burning in frost, shivering in Hallow's eve

Sometimes we're stuck, that we need to dive
Deep through the chilling water of our fate

Finally, one day we'll see again that impending gate.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Unveiling an ailment as I sail, a day old in the rain and cold--

Told that those storms of new oceans await, where wrath is one's bold, ill-fateful state.

I will do my best to see them confess, lest they fester and call me the lesser pest--

They're aware of my pain just to feign to be sane, just so I'd be slain with no name from those hands that would deign.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Spoken, whittled,

Known by little...

No more giggles,

Broken, brittle...

Long forgotten,

Ciphers sought, but

are for naught, they've

not been taught.
keremaru
218 posts
Joined November 2017
keremaru
the pure simplicity of school is something not to become so caught up inside of
for soon, if one does not maintain consistency
then they too, will be caught in a web of never-aforementioned strifes
and soon, have dug a grave so deep
that at the end of the year, they will either have reap or weep
and will not graduate to a wife, family or children
for their consistent complacency of inconsistency.
Marie
415 posts
Joined October 2015
Marie
off: cool :0

Oreos
I like oreos but I don't have money,
If i have money, i'll buy some
But that's just something to not obey,
Because i'm a poor son.

I pray all the black fridays,
having oreos sales on the supermarkets,
only happens on my nightmares,
because in my dreams,
they are not even in my pockets.

So sad, so sad
I'm just a poor boy,
Just salt, just salt,
Its what I have pretty girl.
Ryoid
250 posts
Joined May 2017
Ryoid
Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...

That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
Unlike that time when I fall to the darkness pit
To bad that no one really give a shit
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Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Retrospection is my key, the one I never used,

my reflection stares me back, with the face of someone new.

To think I'd see my self, the one before it all,

changing my future from the past, in matters none too small.
CatzerTM
277 posts
Joined January 2018
CatzerTM
I wake up...

my vision blurred...

all i could think of was anxiey,depression,torture

I spend my day locked out of reality

staring into the blue

all i could to do was dream

hoping they would come true

regretting everything i had done in my past

actions speak louder than words
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
…Step back, uncertain inconclusions-

…Come back, they'll feed you their illusions.

...Think fast, adapt to their delusions--

...Intact, your will is your solution.
TeeArctic1
69 posts
Joined December 2014
TeeArctic1
Tick tock

What an pleasing sound

Tick tock

The sound of future hope

Tick tock

The sound of new beginnings

Tick tock

The sound of the unknown

Tick tock

The sound of our common doom

Tick tock

The sound of grief, both present, past and future

Tick tock

The sound of all endings

Tick tock

What an annoying sound
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Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia

TeeArctic1 wrote:

Tick tock

What an pleasing sound

Tick tock

The sound of future hope

Tick tock

The sound of new beginnings

Tick tock

The sound of the unknown

Tick tock

The sound of our common doom

Tick tock

The sound of grief, both present, past and future

Tick tock

The sound of all endings

Tick tock

What an annoying sound
An interesting perspective and execution on the concept, but also an overdone insight.

Good job though.
TeeArctic1
69 posts
Joined December 2014
TeeArctic1

Achromalia wrote:

TeeArctic1 wrote:

Tick tock

What an pleasing sound

Tick tock

The sound of future hope

Tick tock

The sound of new beginnings

Tick tock

The sound of the unknown

Tick tock

The sound of our common doom

Tick tock

The sound of grief, both present, past and future

Tick tock

The sound of all endings

Tick tock

What an annoying sound


An interesting perspective and execution on the concept, but also an overdone insight.

Good job though.


Haven't written poetry in years. Felt a bit conflicted by time today. I'll be moving soon, growing up and making a name for myself, at the same time, I had to say goodbye to one of my best, most loyal and oldest friend today, maybe forever, so it's a bittersweet notion
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia

TeeArctic1 wrote:

Haven't written poetry in years. Felt a bit conflicted by time today. I'll be moving soon, growing up and making a name for myself, at the same time, I had to say goodbye to one of my best, most loyal and oldest friend today, maybe forever, so it's a bittersweet notion
Hmm. Yeah I just felt it was a bit similar and indicative of these four lines in a poem I made on the first page.

Achromalia wrote:

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
To follow vivid dreams, that always seem to flee,

to be so elusive, to be so inconclusive.

Tomorrow's "woe is me, my dream of little deeds",

the fragile one's illusion, the fond and false delusion.
keremaru
218 posts
Joined November 2017
keremaru
red is red,
blue isn't black,
seeing ahead,
does anything really come back?
abraker
Global Moderator
8,327 posts
Joined July 2014
abraker
One word, three, four
Let me write some more
Third line just been made
This thread's in for a cascade
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Things to be made as ticking time is bade,

Laden with troubles still not for trade,

Lines without the thought, and the ambition that was for naught,

Wanting creative fodder from the very emotions I sought to not have caught.
Calamari
15 posts
Joined December 2015
Calamari
claustrophobic dress
suffocating necklace
look at these shoes, aren't they fabulous
asphyxiating perfumes
strangled neck
such a sight, such a wreck
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45Traeath
388 posts
Joined February 2016
45Traeath
Again and again
I wonder when will I be
Kicking that bucket
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
The commodity of which we've lacked.

The concept itself for why we act.

A solace for none, but a hope to stall the end of it all.

So on we run, but for a comfort not worth a dime.

Urgency, is the final call.

We're still running out of time.
Tateshina Eve
372 posts
Joined September 2017
Tateshina Eve
Mapping makes me mad because mapping makes men memorize multiple concepts, more than just mathematics

It's no wonder I almost failed my literature exam.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel.
Uncertain of what I am, I fear what’s to be revealed.

What’s it like to show oneself, a self that one never really knows?
What’s it like to know oneself, when it’s the self that one still stows?
45Traeath
388 posts
Joined February 2016
45Traeath
Everytime when
I'm about to "get out"*
Bad news at the end


*In other words, my way of "being done with something"
Westonini
0 posts
Joined May 2018
Westonini
I'm bad at poetry
I'm good said nobody
keremaru
218 posts
Joined November 2017
keremaru
roleplaying with semi-imbeciles is not likeable
however, with being out of the "game" for a while
it brings back a sense of nostalgia
so now i must make a character inspired upon fable
and nekos
someone ohko
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Some are sane,

A pill away
it reeks of ill.
In pain,

Yours to flay
run of the mill.
Long feigned,

Façades break
the world sits still.

Some are sane,

An inch away
don't get killed.

Just an inch away now.
Don't get killed.

I sit at the ledge.
Would slip off the edge.

A foot, for the fall.
One more, end it all.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
To revive this thread,
Would be my greatest honor.
Poetry survives.
Wuxo
213 posts
Joined July 2014
Wuxo
i hate my mind, i hate my body,
my mind's foggy, everything cloudy,
my body isn't how i'd like.
i might be in need of a psych.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Feeling inert in my lingering indecision,
the creative dilemma of how I should live
is at hand when I look at the screen.

Yielding to a momentary lapse of vision,
the state of mind I'm in is dehabilitative
to the creative process I must preen.
Zelzatter Zero
3,984 posts
Joined October 2016
Zelzatter Zero
I feel hot,
I feel unsettling.
There's something...
Something inside me...
It lingers though under my skin,
Destroy my scents,
It likes me suffering.
It loves me dying in pain.
Him... that's him!
I can see his shadow,
Through my imagination.
He is coming... He is coming...
There's not much time left... I have to hide...
Somebody
Somebody please...
Who can help me right now??? who...
SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!
Nuuskamuikkunen
1,246 posts
Joined March 2013
Nuuskamuikkunen
Feeling inspired.
Well, that is actually false,
I want to sleep now.
Achromalia
342 posts
Joined November 2016
Topic Starter
Achromalia
with desires to be pondered and something fonder over yonder,
i saunter and behold the story i left untold.

unveil the tale that so deeply contains me,
and reign the fruits of perspective for your pursuits.

with desires to be shared and my void there laid bare,
i stare and stay inert despite my potential and my worth.

unravel this listless bliss in my oblivion,
for i see nothing amiss, i embrace this accursed abyss.
JustABeginner
1,218 posts
Joined December 2016
JustABeginner
Have you ever wonder,
What will it be to offer,
A second chance,
To fix what's done?

Have you tried to tell,
Your feelings to a well,
Your wish to find someone,
That will be your loved one?

Have you think about the future,
How miserable to be with her,
With reality strikes upon you,
So start planning something new.
Meguro
557 posts
Joined June 2017
Meguro
It's a beautiful day
A beautiful day to say ayyy
JustABeginner
1,218 posts
Joined December 2016
JustABeginner
Hello, my friend.
Why have you meet your end?
You have a long way to go.
Don't let your dreams flow,
where nothing remains in you.

Believe and you will see,
how exciting will it be,
to chase your dreams,
in a shining beam,
that is you.
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Nuuskamuikkunen
1,246 posts
Joined March 2013
Nuuskamuikkunen
Inspiration comes
Inspiration leaves
Just like the wind blows
A small pile of leaves
Hoshimegu Mio
Beatmap Nominator
1,093 posts
Joined July 2020
Hoshimegu Mio
Bad Poetry
Poetry can be hard,
But cleaning the yard,
Is always the thing,
That I think is hard.

Inspiration comes,
But never to be caught,
Is always the thing,
That makes you "uhh".
Meguro
557 posts
Joined June 2017
Meguro
I don't know
at least I don't know
Hoshimegu Mio
Beatmap Nominator
1,093 posts
Joined July 2020
Hoshimegu Mio
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