I'd like to share my poetry with you - Page 4

09.03.2008, 02:57 PM

the tuff titty rape!!!

shentov · 10.02.2008, 08:44 AM

here another one, written in English (not translated from Bulgarian):
http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html

10.02.2008, 08:46 AM

yoohooo shent-man

shentov · 10.02.2008, 08:54 AM

al, dude you make me laugh so hard. love ya

10.02.2008, 08:59 AM

same goes for you, too my dear

greedrex · 10.02.2008, 09:04 AM

stop flirting
this board is so gay
i'm joining threepointstance.

shentov · 10.02.2008, 09:07 AM

plead guilty

greedrex · 10.02.2008, 09:09 AM

ok it's me, yes
i created 67 troll accounts yesterday night
please join us at threepointstance

shentov · 10.03.2008, 12:34 PM

sweetheart

10.03.2008, 12:36 PM

shentov · 10.05.2008, 07:11 AM

"sweetheart" by zeni geva

10.05.2008, 07:19 AM

a book?

shentov · 10.08.2008, 07:00 AM

10.08.2008, 08:54 AM

shentov are you captured by your own thread?
come out....put put put shentov, put put put

SuchFriendsAreDangerous · 10.08.2008, 11:30 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by shentov

but it's in Bulgarian.
sorry.

"This is my day of lucky!"

shentov · 10.09.2008, 01:00 AM

indeed

DeadDiscoDildo · 10.10.2008, 07:46 PM

Would anyone care to critique this? Be honest, most of you are pretty intelligent from what I gather so I'll tolerate constructive criticism from you guys...

anyways, this is a poem/song I'm working on, I say /song because it has chords but is mainly spoken rather than sung..

anyways

'follow the bug'

Always alone when your head starts to spin
breaking your back just to do it again
gather your thoughts-they crash like a bug
into the passenger window

A five minute walk is miles away
tried to talk but your tongue done went lame
A vacant scene, the character dies
But you know it's not over now...

So what do you do when your head starts to spin?
Lost in your world, exhausting your friends
Another quaint dream
We follow the bug
and you know that it's over
You're nobody's soldier
you know that it's over now...

shentov · 12.05.2008, 08:21 AM

recently i wrote some stuff in English, so I thought you might be interested...
i always look forward in getting feedback.

The Sailor: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/12/sailor.html
King of yr Own: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/...of-yr-own.html

atsonicpark · 12.05.2008, 08:25 AM

Old tempest up again
And none within my darkened eyes
Has dreaming spun you round bout the head you are escaping with
Is it too far
The scenery goes
Always alone when shaped like this
The heart is heaven-hued
Hiding in the seam of solar systems embracing
All spaces leaning into to get a scent of you
It's dangerous outside as well as in
Imagined for the chosen few
Confused as well as clarified
Unknown, a pixel in your tv screen
Give me truth and I'll show how you lie
Give me lies and I'll know yourself

As far as the skin can stretch our islands tend children in laughter
Small metaphor of blood flowing a challenge descent to find points
Viewed from above, it is of no concern around the globe
All scrawl and clutter
Where toes design your whereabouts
And eyes are fields departing
Great lengths, deceptive of latter partakes
Itself climbing into unsafe apperatures
Convinced of its usefulness
How steady the spin is descending again to remove the view from altogether

Axis and paramecium converge, connect, dry as dust for present touch
Immaculate wax on mannequins-sized neighbors all alone outside of trees
A trance of community
This place is bottled with victory
Success is of democracy
Lingering stinkily our commitment is to christmas trees and history
Unloved by those we chain to us
However, I am satisfied
A comforting selfishness mingles with my smile
Terror confounds my every cell
It's daytime when the island grows and ghastly when the dripping scolds

Writing poetry on fingernails will never pass the time away
Its grief we call lonely, living, breathing, I sense salmon fishers
In dry and tight clothing, washing windows filled with frost
A crack will form
I'll think again: belief response outside where the worms all hide
Go stick your fingers in earth
Skyblue and cherry-red windy suspended
Never an average mind in winter
Adore your golden tongues with no stress in children stories
Give bravery to singing birds to shut them up
Full of guts on your diaphragm
Or hold your nose in ephigy to mock them

Oh holy contininence
Help me fry an egg
Your omnipotent mascinations can't fit in our stomaches
I feel starvation will be your only answer to our prayers
Or perhaps we are praying for hunger to deliver us from comfort
To lead into the stonebed of our passions
I missed the ruins defeated and drooling, the dead dog bringing his leash along
While woman clothed and bathed in gold
Screaming "savage, let these backward deaf-gods weap forever in shadows."
Boisteredness, wondering who and what will bring us breakfast
Lashing out expressionistic flesh-on-flesh to the day of the backyard of our dreams

And forlorn to the ration of eyes-to-eyes
It is not the right wind for the back to be against
So stand still and drift to my "correct the time"
A sign has come illuminous in lassitude in spring to the land of us
To feed away from everything
Sad hours cluster the whole day away
What makes it so?..........
How do we know
Lingering what's left in our souls
Are we never meant again to meet the sway of power and indifference
Give up your two skulls
Hair is rotting in our wintered face

Somewhere there will be soon be motion to the cause of this
More dusty and malicious meanwhile trap the skin
In liquor tide and ignorance at least in the beginning
They'll be room enough for growth
It comes free with self-afacement
Tie the whores up
Step inside
And remember your throats hunger
A disease is born and permanent ...

I'd hold your breath wrapped in butchers ashamed birth
.................................... feast of my ...
I cannot deliver you from this
Your face is modeled in ... sunshines and offerings
Once down, now tied up with treason
Seeping .. through the tree of your suspension
..............
While drinking urine. ... fermanent
Our destiny .....
................
................

Two sounds vapor around the icy bones of discontinent
Opening our expanse to embrace photographs of harvest grains
Hello, amoeba, you are so slimy ...
Four swirls and shirts made of ...
Tree stems and short stems in the yard of prison guards
...
...
...
A person living in the dark of you
Disgusted and still smiling
Oh bring me......
A day done with demons in skyview
Perform and carry your ... flaws
A view necessary hoped ...
To shine ..........
.
.
.
.
.
.
Let us speak our empty speech

atsonicpark · 12.05.2008, 08:29 AM

shentov, nice poems, "with a dirty cotton crown" made me smile.

09.03.2008, 02:57 PM	#61
al shabbray Posts: n/a	the tuff titty rape!!!
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10.02.2008, 08:44 AM	#62
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	here another one, written in English (not translated from Bulgarian): http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html __________________
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10.02.2008, 08:46 AM	#63
al shabbray Posts: n/a	yoohooo shent-man
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10.02.2008, 08:54 AM	#64
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	al, dude you make me laugh so hard. love ya __________________
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10.02.2008, 08:59 AM	#65
al shabbray Posts: n/a	same goes for you, too my dear
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10.02.2008, 09:04 AM	#66
greedrex invito al cielo Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: in yr fotobukit Posts: 6,588	stop flirting this board is so gay i'm joining threepointstance. __________________ Greed Recordings bandcamp ~The Rex~, stalkin' yr shit since 2008.
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10.02.2008, 09:07 AM	#67
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	plead guilty __________________
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10.02.2008, 09:09 AM	#68
greedrex invito al cielo Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: in yr fotobukit Posts: 6,588	ok it's me, yes i created 67 troll accounts yesterday night please join us at threepointstance __________________ Greed Recordings bandcamp ~The Rex~, stalkin' yr shit since 2008.
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10.03.2008, 12:34 PM	#69
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	sweetheart __________________
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10.03.2008, 12:36 PM	#70
al shabbray Posts: n/a	who?
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10.05.2008, 07:11 AM	#71
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	"sweetheart" by zeni geva __________________
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10.05.2008, 07:19 AM	#72
al shabbray Posts: n/a	a book?
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10.08.2008, 07:00 AM	#73
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	lol __________________
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10.08.2008, 08:54 AM	#74
al shabbray Posts: n/a	shentov are you captured by your own thread? come out....put put put shentov, put put put
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10.09.2008, 01:00 AM	#76
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	indeed __________________
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10.10.2008, 07:46 PM	#77
DeadDiscoDildo invito al cielo Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 3,805	Would anyone care to critique this? Be honest, most of you are pretty intelligent from what I gather so I'll tolerate constructive criticism from you guys... anyways, this is a poem/song I'm working on, I say /song because it has chords but is mainly spoken rather than sung.. anyways 'follow the bug' Always alone when your head starts to spin breaking your back just to do it again gather your thoughts-they crash like a bug into the passenger window A five minute walk is miles away tried to talk but your tongue done went lame A vacant scene, the character dies But you know it's not over now... So what do you do when your head starts to spin? Lost in your world, exhausting your friends Another quaint dream We follow the bug and you know that it's over You're nobody's soldier you know that it's over now...
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12.05.2008, 08:21 AM	#78
shentov expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Bulgaria Posts: 1,223	recently i wrote some stuff in English, so I thought you might be interested... i always look forward in getting feedback. The Sailor: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/12/sailor.html King of yr Own: http://koeficient.blogspot.com/2008/...of-yr-own.html __________________
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12.05.2008, 08:25 AM	#79
atsonicpark invito al cielo Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 28,843	Old tempest up again And none within my darkened eyes Has dreaming spun you round bout the head you are escaping with Is it too far The scenery goes Always alone when shaped like this The heart is heaven-hued Hiding in the seam of solar systems embracing All spaces leaning into to get a scent of you It's dangerous outside as well as in Imagined for the chosen few Confused as well as clarified Unknown, a pixel in your tv screen Give me truth and I'll show how you lie Give me lies and I'll know yourself As far as the skin can stretch our islands tend children in laughter Small metaphor of blood flowing a challenge descent to find points Viewed from above, it is of no concern around the globe All scrawl and clutter Where toes design your whereabouts And eyes are fields departing Great lengths, deceptive of latter partakes Itself climbing into unsafe apperatures Convinced of its usefulness How steady the spin is descending again to remove the view from altogether Axis and paramecium converge, connect, dry as dust for present touch Immaculate wax on mannequins-sized neighbors all alone outside of trees A trance of community This place is bottled with victory Success is of democracy Lingering stinkily our commitment is to christmas trees and history Unloved by those we chain to us However, I am satisfied A comforting selfishness mingles with my smile Terror confounds my every cell It's daytime when the island grows and ghastly when the dripping scolds Writing poetry on fingernails will never pass the time away Its grief we call lonely, living, breathing, I sense salmon fishers In dry and tight clothing, washing windows filled with frost A crack will form I'll think again: belief response outside where the worms all hide Go stick your fingers in earth Skyblue and cherry-red windy suspended Never an average mind in winter Adore your golden tongues with no stress in children stories Give bravery to singing birds to shut them up Full of guts on your diaphragm Or hold your nose in ephigy to mock them Oh holy contininence Help me fry an egg Your omnipotent mascinations can't fit in our stomaches I feel starvation will be your only answer to our prayers Or perhaps we are praying for hunger to deliver us from comfort To lead into the stonebed of our passions I missed the ruins defeated and drooling, the dead dog bringing his leash along While woman clothed and bathed in gold Screaming "savage, let these backward deaf-gods weap forever in shadows." Boisteredness, wondering who and what will bring us breakfast Lashing out expressionistic flesh-on-flesh to the day of the backyard of our dreams And forlorn to the ration of eyes-to-eyes It is not the right wind for the back to be against So stand still and drift to my "correct the time" A sign has come illuminous in lassitude in spring to the land of us To feed away from everything Sad hours cluster the whole day away What makes it so?.......... How do we know Lingering what's left in our souls Are we never meant again to meet the sway of power and indifference Give up your two skulls Hair is rotting in our wintered face Somewhere there will be soon be motion to the cause of this More dusty and malicious meanwhile trap the skin In liquor tide and ignorance at least in the beginning They'll be room enough for growth It comes free with self-afacement Tie the whores up Step inside And remember your throats hunger A disease is born and permanent ... I'd hold your breath wrapped in butchers ashamed birth .................................... feast of my ... I cannot deliver you from this Your face is modeled in ... sunshines and offerings Once down, now tied up with treason Seeping .. through the tree of your suspension .............. While drinking urine. ... fermanent Our destiny ..... ................ ................ Two sounds vapor around the icy bones of discontinent Opening our expanse to embrace photographs of harvest grains Hello, amoeba, you are so slimy ... Four swirls and shirts made of ... Tree stems and short stems in the yard of prison guards ... ... ... A person living in the dark of you Disgusted and still smiling Oh bring me...... A day done with demons in skyview Perform and carry your ... flaws A view necessary hoped ... To shine .......... . . . . . . Let us speak our empty speech __________________
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12.05.2008, 08:29 AM	#80
atsonicpark invito al cielo Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 28,843	shentov, nice poems, "with a dirty cotton crown" made me smile. __________________
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