Poetry anyone?

[dwardwarbinx]

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naay book of haikus ni kerouac sa fully-booked ayala. nakapalit ko ug duha ka libro ni kerouac pero ako gipahuwaman puros. lisud pangitaon. if ur into druggie novels (in the vein of Irvin Welsh's Trainspotting, but not really), susiha ang Naked Lunch ug Junkie ni William Burroughs.. available sa national bookstores ni sya.

mahal kaayo ang Naked Lunch. dili student-friendly. hehe
Naintriga jud ko sa book pero I swore not to buy any new books until I finish reading kaning nagtapok diri na libro sa amo. *_*

[Sarri]

ui, salamat. sige will check out.

u, naintriga pud ko anang naked Lunch ni Burroughs. hahay, sa-on ning wa'y kwarta hahahah. XD

[vossiebär]

Make haste,
Do not.
Lest you will find
Yourself in a knot.

Untangling,
Straightening,
Always repeating…

We can never hold,
What Cronos commands
You have to be bold
To take it from his hands.

Therefore, learn,
Learn and learn.

Make haste,
Do not.

[mangtas]

Make haste,
Do not.
Lest you will find
Yourself in a knot.

Untangling,
Straightening,
Always repeating…

We can never hold,
What Cronos commands
You have to be bold
To take it from his hands.

Therefore, learn,
Learn and learn.

Make haste,
Do not.

nice one....ur style kinda reminds me of emily dickinson

[josephdc]

For my ever-loving, and ever-beautiful wife:

The Queen
by Pablo Neruda

I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.

But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass
the nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.

[posporoseller]

Sobra kos kabuang sa balak-balak mura nagong buang ang akong balak. pamilok.blogspot.com/posporopause.blogspot.com

[balut_man]

for suicide sylvia...

we stood facing
the sweet slop
of slow sepia
morning.

pocked-face gracing
rain; early drenches.
thunder in blank guts,
storms rattling
on cold feet.

sweep gathers lay,
broom clouds shadow
thoughts post-haze
frigid; unbecoming.

inner scars drown
in shallow cacophonies
broken hearts beating
dead drunk skunk
as the world.

night crawls - false
tender.
i dreamt fallopian,
i sweat visceral.
oh, this heat.

[clicherebel]

i wish it rains
violent enough.

An unapologetic slush
of blunted needles
digging puddles of relief.

I’d soak myself up;
keep the smile,
shed the skin,
yet still hide
while I give birth with my eyes.

and nobody needs to see,
That little secret

between the rain and of me.

[clicherebel]

BOPLICITY
(inspired by a Miles Davis tune of the same title)

billowy brims
of
s y n c o p a te d
synapse

surging
on crimson
cacophonies

through(the
mind)

g a z i n g
buddha-like
eyes w e a ry
as old
smoke

r
i
s
e
s

pensively
cold

undulating
calculating
the body
speaks of intangible
yet hides
what’s beautiful

billowybrims
ofbodily
b o o g i e

B R
EA K

B O n D(AGE)

S E E
B,E,A,U,T,Y

through the mind

truth (the
MIND)

this is so cool...

[clicherebel]

this is so familiar..

i like the line: you're as sensitive as a urinal ;D