F**k it... I'm writing a poem

[ivan]

That was TOTALLY worth reading.

And apparently, if I understand this correctly, Angel has been told.

[h4wt_b3t4]

Oh snap!

[Wunderkind]

5 Words or Less
Written While Drunk; Surprisely Coherent

The imperative misjudgement resulting from an enduring desire to seek company, in 5 words or less.

The haunting realization rotating back around in solar orbit always descending at this time of year to remind me of what's missing in me, in 5 words or less.

The echoing judgement, hollowed out between the cliffs of injustice, a painful ravine from which spews forth all manner of beauty that you will never recognize or see or hear or acknowledge for whatever reasons that stupefy you, in 5 words or less.

The cruel irony at the bottom of the glass last seen as half full waiting to steal our breaths away in a futile attempt at murder, in 5 words or less.

The rap song speech half melancholy and mostly malicious against indifference and apathy that birthed it and without this it wouldn't be, in 5 words or less.

The cynicism that I am all too familiar with that comes crashing in benevolently each time my morning alarm recurses the beginning of the day, in 5 words less.

The reason we sleep in the dark of the shadow of the dead bodies piled high, a price that was paid and paid and paid and paid, in 5 words or less.

The dictionary of logic, dumbfounded and accursed by the illogical and those humbled before a source yet to be proved or touched or hypothosized beyond the initial glance at the mica reflective of their circumstances, in 5 words or less.

The challenge, all too simple and oxymoronic, is to take that which is inside of us and at the moment of understanding display it and defend it and claim it, as if to say we had the material to do so, but only if it can be done in 5 words... or less.

[xolik]

Here I sit, same as ever
took a dump, pulled the level
the toilet jammed
the water flowed
look out world
it's the motherload!

[Wunderkind]

The Universe as Seen Through a Martini

Could've been a mime.
You wouldn't have known me better.
The universe fits into an olive in my martini glass.

Could've been an actor.
You might have liked me better.
Communication lacks in a communicating setting.

Could've been a lost boy.
You might have related to me better.
Growing up in smoke and clarity gives me a slight advantage.

To roll the ice cube down the volcano into sludge,
It seemed an insurmountable task for one such as you.
Incense does not impart strength. Ever.
Could've been a dancer too.

Could've been a lawyer.
You might have been happier.
But I'm not, and you're not, and the cosmos in my cup don't care.

Could've been a doctor.
You poor pathetic thing.
At least I'm happy, underneath society, underneath the pavement, underneath your stare.

Could've been a liar.
Oops, you already are.
Don't frown on me too quickly, you'll ask me for help in a minute.

And the cosmos in my cup don't care.

[Demosthenes]

I like it!

[pbsaurus]

I like it!

Tambien

[ivan]

Pretty damn awesome, Wunderkind!

[Wunderkind]

Thank you. This thread is one of my happy places. I didn't think it would be, but it is.

[Wunderkind]

CLICK (Also Known As "Eleven Hundred")

Eleven hundred.
Summer solstice sun rises.
The fan unfolds, fold by fold.

click, click, click

Eleven hundred and one.
Soul moment breathing in.
Hammer pulls back behind the barrel.

click, click, click

Eleven hundred and two.
The ashes fall out,
Of the pipe bowl as it's tapped.

click, click, click

Eleven hundred and three.
Foolish little child, who I met here.
We'll never meet again and I won't miss you.

click, click, click

Eleven hundred and four.
Last breath, exhale the cosmos.
I only wanted one moment more.

click, click, click

Eleven hundred.
It won't rhyme, it won't tick or tock.
It won't sound pretty. It's a digital clock.

click

[ivan]

[Wunderkind]

Exactly, ivan. Exactly.

[Wunderkind]

Distinction

There is a distinction between me and you.
Sometimes wide and shallow, but often deep and narrow.
There is a canyon between me and you.
I have stumbled across a ravine today.
I see a fjord in my future tomorrow.

There is a distinction between me and you,
And the tea leaves in the bottom of my empty cup.
I have wanted and I have undone and I have cut.
To spin and weave and ravel and stitch.
I have a look about me and I have looked up.

There is a distinction in the lines of the wrinkles,
On your face.
There is a distinction in the roads on the map of where you go,
The ways you might take.
You are far away.
I am very close.

There is a distinction between us, only the night truly knows.
The stars are marveling at the gravity that they boast.
I have seen the distance between us and its true expanse.
The cosmos, not so easily crossed, have laughed at my attempts.
There is a fjord between us again, or it will be soon.

A distinction, a satellite waving, as it passes the moon.

[Wunderkind]

It has been brought to my attention that "CLICK" makes no sense. This may help a little. The counting (elven hundred, eleven hundred and one, etc.) is in reference to the counting and the loosing count of firefly's flashes.