A Small Compilation of Mental Vomit

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

Pretentious:

Nicely chilled water is
running down a red pipe line
A fork in the tracks implies
Making a choice (As water is a sentient being)

Rephrased (and applying the accepted terms of reality)
I was drinking and drew breath
then I choked on the water

Pursuing that note may I ask,
why do we assume poetry,
has to be neatly crafted?
(I am laughing internally, as I am paying too much attention to this structure)

This (thought pattern) pushes (aggressively moves) me (myself)
To think (figure this one out yourself)

Paying attention yields a false sense of creativity
It’s not deep like the ocean (links back to the opening)


I Hate Shakespeare:

Oh how I tire of
That pompous poet incarnate
Who struts upon the stage of learning
Reciting verses old and forever so

What difference is there between;
Pantyhose
And the pop cultivated pun
Of dumblebee and quirty-bibble
In the end, both sound like
The child of literary dribble


Feeling Shit:

Hunched on my patio steps
Nursing the muddy grunge with my bare feet
This rainy day filling my saucer
more than the tea spilt by a shaky hand



I don't really consider these poetic works at all but it still feels good to vent them.

Comments or any response is welcome, i'm open to all directions and ends of spectrums.

[HumanePain]

I like the way you vent.

You should post more.

[GothicChristian]

I loved them, amazing!

They were poetic and slightly comical, but they also expressed something. I really enjoyed the one about hating Shakespeare. It reminds me of what I said to my teacher when I found out we were doing Romeo and Juliet in class.

[Toy Killer]

I love Shakespeare with an unnatural, but safe, passion.

I like the use of the (parenthesis) you used. but I have to ask, is that intentional, or did you plan on filling something in you haven't choosen yet?

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

It was completely intentional... yep... doo doo