MolotovHeart
02/14/07, 12:47 AM
Would anyone be interested in reading some experimental beat poetry?
It seems like most of the writing on here is very lyric-based so I don't know if anyone would care to read some work that I have. It's in the same vein of Ginsberg but told through my life, views, experience, etc. Bash it or appreciate it, but if it interests you I got plenty more.
This is a sample from a poem called "Hot Rocks and Cool Behavior".
Guess what "Big Time", your postcard never came mainly because my name isn’t “return to sender” a phrase your love could never render, while I bled from the knees in worship, developed a tact for tribute, had my back broken from your burden, and left my neck out only for you to cut me off like a tattered tag on the clearance rack as you proceeded to cut me out of your broken musical clock you call a life like an expired Aldi coupon
If this makes sense to you read it again and this time convince yourself your right because it’s what you do best in times like these when the truth is nothing more then a breeze across the miles of your mendacious history
You transform me into Stephen Hawking when I trying to stand up for myself because my heart is tied down in self-doubt, meddling in unperscribed misfortunes
You’ve got plans but I got promises that say the endless loop of erroneous logic you subscribe the only trust your black hole heart can muster up isn’t worth it’s weight in your make believe vanity you wear on your skin like a Halloween night personality
It seems like most of the writing on here is very lyric-based so I don't know if anyone would care to read some work that I have. It's in the same vein of Ginsberg but told through my life, views, experience, etc. Bash it or appreciate it, but if it interests you I got plenty more.
This is a sample from a poem called "Hot Rocks and Cool Behavior".
Guess what "Big Time", your postcard never came mainly because my name isn’t “return to sender” a phrase your love could never render, while I bled from the knees in worship, developed a tact for tribute, had my back broken from your burden, and left my neck out only for you to cut me off like a tattered tag on the clearance rack as you proceeded to cut me out of your broken musical clock you call a life like an expired Aldi coupon
If this makes sense to you read it again and this time convince yourself your right because it’s what you do best in times like these when the truth is nothing more then a breeze across the miles of your mendacious history
You transform me into Stephen Hawking when I trying to stand up for myself because my heart is tied down in self-doubt, meddling in unperscribed misfortunes
You’ve got plans but I got promises that say the endless loop of erroneous logic you subscribe the only trust your black hole heart can muster up isn’t worth it’s weight in your make believe vanity you wear on your skin like a Halloween night personality