# Inspired by the poetry thread..submit your own poetry! **URL:** \ **Category:** Cafe Society\ **Created:** [September 26, 2003, 1:35am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879 "2003-09-26T01:35:58Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 5\ **Page:** 2
**Author:** ![RobuSensei](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/919ad9/32.png) [@RobuSensei](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/RobuSensei)\ **Post date:** [September 28, 2003, 7:36am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879/21 "2003-09-28T07:36:43Z")
harusame wo ki ga fukaku nomi hana ga saku robaato a. heisei 15 nen 8 gatsu ---
**Author:** ![80sHairMetalMaven](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/8/ed655f/32.png) [@80sHairMetalMaven](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/80sHairMetalMaven)\ **Post date:** [September 28, 2003, 12:33pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879/22 "2003-09-28T12:33:37Z")
Wow, Auntnut…that’s really good. This next one was something I wrote a while back after watching the interaction between two girls in the food court, sort of in a conversational style. Of Goths and Preps Excuse me,like,can you like move or something?You like TOTALLY are giving me the creeps!! _Well sure,little Barbie doll wanna be,Britney Spears lookalike…I wouldn’t mind moving but then again I just might because I enjoy scaring you._ You are like so totally grody and WIERD,do you know that?And like,who like taught you to put on makeup?Your eyeliner is way too majorly thick and dark,dude. \*\*sounds of insane laughing_ME?I taught me to put on makeup,you pink glittered fashionista.And I happen to like lots of thick dark eyeliner thank you.It makes me look dark and mysterious._ Well,like if you wanted to look dark and mysterious,you coulda just worn like J.Lo’s brand of clothing…it’s LATIN and that’s way more dark and mysterious than anything you’re wearing. _J.LO??Jennifer Lopez?I wouldn’t wear anything made by that freak._ You’re such a snob!J.LO is like da bomb,ya know?Uh huh!She’s like way cooler than um…Britney cuz she’s got like um…P.Diddy as her boyfriend and he’s a total gangsta dude,ya know?He’s like so hot too,for a black guy that is. \*\*raises hand_Shut up now before I strangle you,ok?_ You’re gonna STRANGLE me?Then what…sacrafice me on your altar of death or something?Cuz I know like EVERYBODY who dresses like you is like a stan warship or something. _You mean a satan worshipper_ YEAH!Like,that’s it! _I am not a satan worshipper,fluff for brains.I just like to express my inner darkness on the outside._ Well like DUH! **backhands the blonde** Like ow?I’m gonna like go report this to the like lunchmonitor you stupid gothic piece of piehole!Waaaah! **giggles** MetalMaven ---
**Author:** ![auntnut](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/f6c823/32.png) [@auntnut](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/auntnut)\ **Post date:** [September 28, 2003, 7:35pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879/23 "2003-09-28T19:35:57Z")
Thank you **80s** …this is neat, I have never shared these with an entire group before (kind of scary) I have enjoyed reading the variety of styles here. I knew there were some talented Dopers here! This one I wrote when a boyfriend of mine got into meth several years ago…sadly, he never wised up, and lost me. I fried my brain what’s left is rotten there’s just so much that I’ve forgotten My head feels empty my thoughts are toast here are some things that I miss the most: I miss the life that I used to have it wasn’t so perfect but, it wasn’t so bad I had a girl I loved alot she loved me too but, I forgot I forgot to do nice things for her but time passed quickly (it’s such a blur) She warned me often so long ago if I didn’t try harder then, she would go I just didn’t try I chose to ignore the pain in her eyes I’d just hide more I became consumed by the dumbest things she’d try to call I’d let it ring She tried to talk I’d pick a fight she was always wrong I was always right She wrote me letters she wrote me poems I’d read and forget them then, I started to roam I’d go to my “friends” house they all were users but, I couldn’t see they were nothing but losers I chose these people over my loved ones they were my escape I thought they were so fun Then, she grew quiet and, she quit complaining she stopped coming home and now, it’s raining For, I can’t stop crying God, what have I done ? I destroyed my life my pains just begun The drugs, they don’t numb me It feels so unreal Oh God, I’m so sorry Can we make a deal ? Please, let me go back now and, I’ll make it right I won’t just ignore her I won’t pick a fight I’ll work to do better I’ll kick them all out I’ll write her love letters she won’t have a doubt That I’ll love her forever and do what I can to prove to her that I am a part of her plan I’ll honor my father I’ll make my amends I’d love to get back to he and I being friends My mom and my sister oh, what can I say ? I’ll be there to help them any time, any day Just give me some time, Lord please, let me go back I’ll search for the answers to get on the right track Grant me this one wish please, give me this chance I’ll do things much better afterall, “life’s a dance” ---
**Author:** ![presidebt](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/c37758/32.png) [@presidebt](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/presidebt)\ **Post date:** [September 28, 2003, 8:32pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879/24 "2003-09-28T20:32:32Z")
This a cool thread. This one just got published in the IUS Review. It’s a college publication for students, but I’m proud nevertheless. 🙂 **Road Notes** Young deer dead outside my passenger window tan, smaller than my nine-year old daughter, baby tail fluffy, still intact even as the lower abdomen is splayed open - and rotting; its back curved in a most unnatural way. The head is almost at the tail, as if caught in a dead leap on the ground. Showcased in the driver side window, a ridge like an Iroquois longhouse, straight and squat with no end in sight. All along it are great heaps of trees just now changing, the reds and yellows a budding colony of lice on the tops of so many abundantly green heads. The hills fall to stark fields, corn dead, rotting and still tall in them, the waste of a dry season this year– a dust cloud trails a tractor in the distance. Passing a dumpster graveyard, the city becomes an imminent threat just up the road. Someone has painted KARMA in red, white & blue on the back of a highway sign just a mile from the limit. Five starlings clustered there before scaping at the sound of my transmission. Reluctantly following them, I feel the small worries returning, the reasons I’m driving around on this midwest October day- they start as small as those five starlings and by the time I reach the city I see the swarms they join in the sky ahead. ---
**Author:** ![gybefan](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/b782af/32.png) [@gybefan](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/gybefan)\ **Post date:** [September 28, 2003, 9:46pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879/25 "2003-09-28T21:46:56Z")
The back-story on this one is that I worked with my high school’s literary magazine for a semester, about a year ago. The staff of the magazine was hopelessly pretentious, and the submissions even more so - you know, teen angst, too many adjectives and adverbs, lots of generally poorly-written phrases, lots of “creative capitalization”, the whole drill. After I’d left the staff of the literary magazine, I wrote this parody…they ended up publishing it, thinking it was a serious poem! (the formatting doesn’t work out on these boards - alternating stanzas are supposed to alternate in alignment) Parody: a Response “One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.” - Oscar Wilde through all these lonely NIGHTS of dreaming and bitter pain beautifully yet hauntingly razing you fevered dawn rushing at you faster than a car into a wall as the flower of dawn— (the bringer of days is the queller of nights— the dawn is the day— the evening is the night) —springs brightly to life only the ART lets you live made more understandable by all the suffering after the memento mori of the abortion love’s O so confusedly hurt longing past but for the archaic desperation why try you to mar the looks and memories just fall asleep as the night doth grow short the shivering of the deep blue night moving chargingly, save for the pained frown of the screaming silence of the furrowed brow of the one you longingly can’t forget thus, only, can one live: through art through work through CULTIVATION OF DEMEANOUR [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/inspired-by-the-poetry-thread-submit-your-own-poetry/203879.md?page=1)