FA+
Shop
267
Views
Views
2
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Poetry / Abstract
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 88
File Size 67.5 kB
Report this content
More from Stank
I had a hard time coming back home for Christmas this year. All semester long I was plagued by dreams in which I would verbally assault my family, whom I love dearly, and I could not control myself even though I wished to stop. When I returned these dreams where strong in my mind, since they were the last things I had seen in relation to my family and old home. I could not shake their illusionary hold, and despite my best efforts they gradually sent me into a mild depression. I lashed out at my family in a time of weakness, as I knew all along I would. You may call it a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I know it as destiny. Luckily everything has been resolved and, in third person, the whole event appeared very minor, but it consumed my life for well over a month as my worries steadily coalesced into minor actions and was rather traumatic for me. At least I got some satisfactory verses from it, if only in my mind. And some of them are funny. So enjoy? ^^'
Poetry Amalgamation: December 2008
Hate Hate Hate-
I hate the things I loved.
All the time I have been away
I have dreamt of horrible things to say
to my family, and after
months I return to see these things now have finally come out.
I can not control my tongue
as I can not control my past
It lingers everywhere I look,
in signs, stores, sand, and soot.
I destroy it, but still it stays.
as it shatters away it leaves a ghost;
a phantom image;
an under-developed photograph
over places better than that.
I left to be forgotten.
I left and was forgotten,
so why have they not forgotten?
And why can I not forget?
I am no longer a part of my family.
How can they know me when I don't even know what I am?
Back home to destroy,
I have returned a beast.
What happened to my innocence?
I knocked its block off a little ways down the street.
Hate Hate Hate Addendum-
When I destroy what I hate
All that is left around me
Are eyes looking back of people that have done the same.
All that is left is for me to hate them. And I hate them.
Ode to the Loud Automated Claw Machine Beside me in the Arby's-
Shut up.
Emphasis-
'I place emphasis where I want it'
But everytime I read it it changes its position.
How can something so strong be so cowardly?
I would mock you, but then I'd mock me,
because I put you there first, behind the '
A Point-
a noun is a noun
but a verb is not a verb.
Poetry Amalgamation: December 2008
Hate Hate Hate-
I hate the things I loved.
All the time I have been away
I have dreamt of horrible things to say
to my family, and after
months I return to see these things now have finally come out.
I can not control my tongue
as I can not control my past
It lingers everywhere I look,
in signs, stores, sand, and soot.
I destroy it, but still it stays.
as it shatters away it leaves a ghost;
a phantom image;
an under-developed photograph
over places better than that.
I left to be forgotten.
I left and was forgotten,
so why have they not forgotten?
And why can I not forget?
I am no longer a part of my family.
How can they know me when I don't even know what I am?
Back home to destroy,
I have returned a beast.
What happened to my innocence?
I knocked its block off a little ways down the street.
Hate Hate Hate Addendum-
When I destroy what I hate
All that is left around me
Are eyes looking back of people that have done the same.
All that is left is for me to hate them. And I hate them.
Ode to the Loud Automated Claw Machine Beside me in the Arby's-
Shut up.
Emphasis-
'I place emphasis where I want it'
But everytime I read it it changes its position.
How can something so strong be so cowardly?
I would mock you, but then I'd mock me,
because I put you there first, behind the '
A Point-
a noun is a noun
but a verb is not a verb.
Category Poetry / Abstract
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 88px
File Size 67.5 kB
Look at the silver lining: My dreams are entirely anti-prophetic. If something happens in a dream of mine, I know that it will never happen in real life. At least you can tell the future with yours, even if it's an icky, self-fulfilling, depressing future that turns out to be relatively minor in execution.
Also, I'm an English teacher too, as of a few weeks ago! *Waves arms around to get attention.*
Also, I'm an English teacher too, as of a few weeks ago! *Waves arms around to get attention.*
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/convolution
Sorta doesn't make as much sense with the literal definition. Anyway, convolution = all muddled and twisted around so as not to be understood. You know: Legal speak.
Sorta doesn't make as much sense with the literal definition. Anyway, convolution = all muddled and twisted around so as not to be understood. You know: Legal speak.
I know what it means, dammit! My humor works on the principle of convolution while at the same time functioning under the false pretense that I do not understand the concept of convolution so that when I inerrantly convolute an idea that I deliberately convoluted it will seem as though I did not convolute it and thereby it become funny in a removed and abstract form of understanding instead of the immediate and liberal appearance of events, despite the latter being funnier in their own rights. Kind of like laughing at Mr. Magoo because the flower pot he fell over would have never been placed there in an actual situation instead of Mr. Magoo actually falling over the flowerpot.
But now that you have pointed out the principles behind my shtick I will have to press harder upon their false reality breaking-principles and hope the acknowledgment of such goings on by characters that were created to appear negligent but really weren't finally admitting they were never negligent in the first place, at the same time continuing to pursue the shtick as they reveal the very mechanisms of the shtick itself. This failure in the diagnosis of the procedures of the joke in itself become another presentation of the very joke it is in fact revealing. The comedy, in essence, is self perpetuating in the idea that it has attempted to end itself. Like in what I just described. But funnier.
But now that you have pointed out the principles behind my shtick I will have to press harder upon their false reality breaking-principles and hope the acknowledgment of such goings on by characters that were created to appear negligent but really weren't finally admitting they were never negligent in the first place, at the same time continuing to pursue the shtick as they reveal the very mechanisms of the shtick itself. This failure in the diagnosis of the procedures of the joke in itself become another presentation of the very joke it is in fact revealing. The comedy, in essence, is self perpetuating in the idea that it has attempted to end itself. Like in what I just described. But funnier.
"and thereby it become funny"
You conjugated this part wrong.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/conjugation
You conjugated this part wrong.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/conjugation
*turns on like all the skunky fart fetishists out there XD
Snap its like skunk-fu over here Dx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoR33oRWRZ0
Snap its like skunk-fu over here Dx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoR33oRWRZ0
Comments