Poetry #too.

*claps*

New ones by me:

Aragorn224 wrote: I really loved your 2nd poem, it gives the world this dystopian feel

Finally, a Vision, Yes?

It's very confusing
how sometimes the lamplight
curtains or not
you know what I mean.

The proud asphalt surface
still wet today
speaks to me
the ancient something.

Like I would watch
sometimes but
yet not yet
correct?

could someone please fix my right-hand shoe?

sometimes I wake up and
mistake myself for someone else
than who I think I am.

at such an occasion
it's usually past noon

and the children squealing
could be birds
but I wouldn't bet on it.

Vompatti wrote: A Premature(?) Nocturne Hark! The Lark, on this morning so dark, resembles the bark of a dog. Make no mistake, mark the width of the lake, and the park, and the trees, and the fog. In bible black water in crimson red dress lies the body of sweet Emmie Drey. And a trout swimming by mourns the woe in her eye with a shriek of a horrid decay. (And may I point out that the trout that did shout in a language so fishy and moist couldn't bring my love back in a worn iron rack but my heart from its depths did it hoist.)

Great

Don't you just hate it when all those raw vegetables
            follow you home from work when
       you don't even
                       have one?
  and when they sit on your coffee
                 table, all red
                          and orange and green
           perhaps wave
  (but only a little)
                   and say: what
          have you done today?
     (nothing.)
                 and when you try to leave
                            your apartment
             but can't
                            because they're
             blocking
                            the
                     way
    and
            that's
                       when they begin to get
                    closer
             and
   closer
 and
      closer.
                   all red and
                                      green
                               and
                                      orange.

Untitled By Anonymous

everybody knows about the peas I bought
so instead I'm going to tell you about the
girl who sold me those peas.
it was a bright summer's day and the people
were walking in numerous quantities
on the pedestrian street because isn't that
where people are supposed to walk when
there is one and in this case there was one
and the people were walking on it and I was
walking on it too.
what happened next was one of those young
red-haired girls with paper and stuff, collecting
money for the Amnesty or the Greenpeas or
something like that, began to approach me,
but I know their tricks, I know how they do
the ambush, so I circled around the parked
bicycles and stayed close to the wall and
picked up some speed so they wouldn't
get me.
yes, I got away in time, but then I saw
the peas in the stand and they were very
cheap peas and there was a girl behind
the stand selling those peas, but she
didn't look like the kind of girl who would
sell were cheap peas, in fact she was
very pretty and looked like she usually
sold very expensive peas (but obviously
not too expensive but worth the price,
high-quality peas just like the girl who
sold them), so naturally I thought that
there was nothing wrong with the peas
but they were so cheap because they
had so many of them and tried to get
rid of them while they were still fresh,
so I bought four litres of them, and I
think the girl actually gave me five,
and she smiled to me when she
actually gave me five, and I paid and
left and went home and ate some
of those peas and they were very
large peas, overgrown peas, and
there were quite a few worms there
with them and some of the peas had
already been eaten by the worms and
perhaps the girl who sold them didn't
know what kind of low-quality peas
they were, but I really think she did,
but then again, she was very young
and she only worked there so I suppose
it's fine because now that I think about
it I guess she really didn't smile that
much after all and even if she did she
had probably been told to do that because
customers are very happy customers when
they are smiled to by a young and quite
charming girl even if the peas she sells
are barely worth the price.

Luca Pacchiarini wrote: Vompatti wrote: everybody knows about the peas I bought so instead I'm going to tell you about the girl who sold me those peas. it was a bright summer's day and the people were walking in numerous quantities on the pedestrian street because isn't that where people are supposed to walk when there is one and in this case there was one and the people were walking on it and I was walking on it too. what happened next was one of those young red-haired girls with paper and stuff, collecting money for the Amnesty or the Greenpeas or something like that, began to approach me, but I know their tricks, I know how they do the ambush, so I circled around the parked bicycles and stayed close to the wall and picked up some speed so they wouldn't get me. yes, I got away in time, but then I saw the peas in the stand and they were very cheap peas and there was a girl behind the stand selling those peas, but she didn't look like the kind of girl who would sell were cheap peas, in fact she was very pretty and looked like she usually sold very expensive peas (but obviously not too expensive but worth the price, high-quality peas just like the girl who sold them), so naturally I thought that there was nothing wrong with the peas but they were so cheap because they had so many of them and tried to get rid of them while they were still fresh, so I bought four litres of them, and I think the girl actually gave me five, and she smiled to me when she actually gave me five, and I paid and left and went home and ate some of those peas and they were very large peas, overgrown peas, and there were quite a few worms there with them and some of the peas had already been eaten by the worms and perhaps the girl who sold them didn't know what kind of low-quality peas they were, but I really think she did, but then again, she was very young and she only worked there so I suppose it's fine because now that I think about it I guess she really didn't smile that much after all and even if she did she had probably been told to do that because customers are very happy customers when they are smiled to by a young and quite charming girl even if the peas she sells are barely worth the price.   Holy sh*t, that's one of the most incredible things I've read in all my life   Loved the way you recorded on paper (well, in digital form) very twisty and tortured streams of consciousness, especially those parts where you repeat certain words and concepts as the narrator thinks.   How do you write things like these?

I don't know, I just do.

Luca Pacchiarini wrote: Do you ever published one?

No. But I've only tried to publish the worst ones.

Luca Pacchiarini wrote: Do you have a job?

No. I'm not good at anything.