post pretentious poetry you have either written or Encountere d .

>>7786004

Fuck of now anon
We do not want you posting
return to reddit

clever

>>7786011

Subtle.

>>7786004
These thoughts culminate,
dulcet tones penetrate,
forgone runes illustrate,
what callous fools generate,
fleeting time evades grasp,
silver tongues blindly rasp,
to young hands dying clasp,
escape fate's bloody maw,
sought truth amidst flaw,
revolved doors eviscerate,
this bloody primate,
the Ultimate Vertebrate.

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>>7786004

When I'm cooped up in the library I take short breaks to write terrible poetry, I'll dump them.

not too bad. weak, but not terrible.

>>7786004
Jimbo is that u

in the dark
eating captain crunch
without pants

>>7786058
I like this one

>>7786074
>>7786066
>He writes about procrastination and/or writing

>>7786004
Voices, noise; a thousand souls
Screaming their existence--
rain slapping stone, rustling leaves.

Phil drowned
Like Jonah drowned
In leviathan tongue
Swallowed whole
And come back up
From cold sweat
Cold tear
Open mind
Open soul
And return home
As Jonah did
Phil came home

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Sometimes I decide To make a prowl
In the morning hour, To feel the, snow falling down.

My Chinatown Is sleeping now
Waiting, for the Sun to rise.

Taking down My china from the cupboard
And feel the grip is Loosening my hand.

The things i buy In Chinatown
All are going Deep underground

Where uncle Brown, Shot a passerby
Just to take his life and hide.
Not to lift his voice up,
Not to clean his cup from Chinatown.

And the sun, Will never rise,
Because inside my cupboard,
Too much space for light,
So I’m going back to town.

And so, and so... I take my mind,
Slice a piece to you,
You Should put it next to your china, man.

>>7786058
this is nice